#look on my works ye mighty and despair

[aschenbroedel]

never ever getting over snow immediately recognising the evil queen disguised as a teenage girl through a low quality livestream out of the corner of her eye like not even looking at the screen and mira is like half a kilometre away from the camera doing tricks on a dragon and it takes snow literally one second to identify her because i guess the evil queens flight patterns are ingrained in snow deeply enough that she is able to identify them in mira even weakened by years in mirror prison

[allgoodthingsflowintothecity]

how we feelin about that newest upload Kanepixels viewers

[marinersubmariner]

Sketched this as a tiny part of a current WIP, made myself laugh

[effable-as-f]

All you simmers with your fancy shmancy custom content are all cowards

Behold

Base game Astarion

[frightfullytreeish]

surprise self-rec time! pick 3 of your favorite things you’ve written and share them here, then put this in the inbox (anonymously or not) of your fellow writers to spread the positivity and help celebrate already written fics 🖤

And Has Time Enough MCU, Steve/Tony Time Traveler's Wife fusion -this took so much fuckin work!! I wrote all the different threads in separate documents and then pieced it all together into a colour-coded master doc, with ANOTHER document that was a list of every scene in story order AND chronological order so I could keep track of what went where. The admin of it all aside, some pretty solid writing I think

Muriel Does a Fantastic Job! Good Omens, post-s2 Muriel POV - I'm still pleased with myself for picking a really specific, limited character voice and absolutely sticking with it. In this fic, Muriel only ever thinks of themselves as Muriel, no he/she/they/it/etc. Writing without third person personal pronouns whilst trying to keep things sounding natural was a really fun challenge, involved a lot of writing a sentence one way and then carefully restructuring it into Murielese

A Hole in a Lake of Ice Stranger Things, Steve/Eddie - this is a WIP that I WILL FINISH *clenches fist* I really really like all I've written of it and I love what I have planned, but I'm most proud of it because I sat down and made myself start writing after years of not really writing at all.

[mearcatsreturns]

beloved if you embroider any of the ms paint figures PLEASE @ me I will lose my mind

@carys-the-ninth it’s been a long time, but I did the thing.

[captainskylock]

Poem: How to bake a wedding cake.

I get asked to write people poems for their weddings. A lot. I'm starting to struggle to come up with original ideas, since the usual topics of love and commitment are beyond my ability to contribute any sort of original take. However: I can offer unbridled chaos and unrelenting horror. So this is my most recent work, written for my aunt's wedding back in April. Started and finished in the wee hours of that very morning, as is tradition.

So. It has come to this: the grandest mistake Volunteering to concoct a whole wedding cake Overselling my talents, a cuisinier fake And there is no recourse left now but to bake

But how can the unskilled prove they can shine? The same way as experts: just research on-line! I’ll soon find the secret, the day will be fine And all will be pleased when on cake they shall dine

Whole milk, and egg whites, and all-purpose flour Why this is easy, I’ll be done in an hour! Sugar and butter and nothing too sour- Wait, where’s the Wi-Fi? I’ve lost all the power!

I’ve already forgotten everything I just read! The wedding’s tomorrow! I’m filling with dread Show’s over, I’m done, I’m totally dead! The fearsome bride will be after my head!

No! I can manage, a capable man With reason and logic here at my command I have this cake licked, it’s fully in hand I’ll make it up as I go and it will be grand

I think there was… milk? My memory’s rough But I’ve only one pint, will that be enough? Well not to worry, substitution’s not tough I’ll scoop in the mayo, it’s just the right stuff!

Now it needs body, and here’s the corn flour No way that’s enough, so let’s search for more powder Some curry, some chilli, I’m sifting a shower More mustard and matcha! The flavour gets louder!

And… were there eggs? There’s none in the fridge So protein a la proxy shall be my new bid It’s round and it’s white, with a bit of a squidge… Yes that will be perfect! Toss in a few squid!

Which is sugar and salt? I just cannot see These pots are all labelled incompetently! “Pure Food Grade Fine Crystals, Citric Acid Kay-Gee” Well I have no clue, but looks sugary to me!

I think there was butter? But look! It is marred! By toast crumbs left strewn by an incautious card Emboldened, I feel that I’m quite avant-garde When I substitute butter with a great block of lard

Is wedding cake pudding? With fruit is it packed? These things one must learn as an auto-didact Well tomatoes are fruit. Now that is a fact! I’ll toss in a can, and that will be that!

And one final thing that will prove my proficience Vanilla to counter the flavour deficience But one bean will surely prove quite inefficient So in goes the bundle, now that is sufficient

And into the oven, scraped into a pile My gusto for baking surpasses this trial Passion means heat! So crank up that dial! Five hundred degrees and leave in a good while

I take up the spoon, I’ve never felt braver And put it to taste-bud to take in the flavour Growing ever light-headed the longer I savour And with cause unrelated my wakefulness wavers

A few hours in, I awake from my coma My culinary skill must be worth two diplomas As I realise that what once was a pungent aroma Has nicely burned off in a blazing corona

And next, to assemble, now the fires have fizzled Though the size of the cake has slightly shrivelled And the tall stacking layers continue to sizzle The shape is perfected and expertly chiselled

It needs decoration, that’s not my concern The family expert will cover the burns As for this challenge and all I have learned I cannot be stopped when the Internet spurns!

And next the wedding, the service, bouquet The drinks and the mingling, twee games of croquet At dinner a slice of my cake comes my way I politely decline, I put down for soufflé!

[beepost-generator]

My name is Ozzymandias... look on me works, mate, and despair.

[aschenbroedel]

eah parent gen is so damaged. they had nothing that was true. they had stories to revere, that was all. that awful storybook. even the evil queen, who stole and hid and desecrated it, was beside herself with delight when raven finally signed it. briar dropped it down a well, but i don't think the evil queen would have had the courage; she violated the book, but she couldn't have discarded it. it was a sacred object to her generation. they would all have been terrified, barring wonderlandians like the cheshire cat who were never raised with the same sense of worship, when raven dissolved it. they would have feared for their lives.

Idk if it's just because I don't interact with the fandom a lot, but I feel like there's some untapped potential with the parents of EAH. Like, it's one thing when you're 16, having been raised your whole life to fulfill a certain role, learning that you can be whatever you want to be and reject your destiny.

It's another thing when you're 40 years old with 3 kids and a spouse you probably don't even love, who did the whole destiny thing already, only now learning that there was a choice in the matter two decades too late. You're a whole ass adult with kids and responsibilities who's just now learning how to be a person and choose life decisions for yourself, grappling with the fact that you never really wanted this life and this feeling of helplessness, but you still raised your children to go through the same thing that you did. Maybe your kids are right to resent you for it. Maybe you resent your own parents for it.

[eggfriiedrice]

seeing deactivated accounts being reblogged in the year 2024 is very Ozymandiascore...

[onblondes]

me: these characters would never think of hooking up :)

me, after a few hours: unless...

[aschenbroedel]

posting my response to this eah confession about dappling and the implications of destiny so i dont lose it when i want to write more later:

[aschenbroedel]

i think this is incredibly smart. the earliest known version of sleeping beauty was written between 1330 and 1344, but the unique nature of the destiny dictates that every generation spans like 120–130 years, making briar (allowing for irregularities because it doesn't line up exactly) only the 5th or 6th sleeping beauty ever. compared to other lineages of their time the sleeping beauties would be miserably inexperienced. there would be so little history to fall back on. it would make briar's fear even sadder

One thing that’s interesting about Ever After High is, when you look at how long some fairy tales have been around in real life, is how much longer some generations of a story are compared to others

The Adventures of Pinocchio was first serialised in 1881-1882 and then published in 1883, and since the story doesn’t say or imply it may have taken place any time before that era, let’s assume that in the EAH universe, the first Pinocchio happened in the early 1880s. Since the average generation time is 20-30 years and assuming that EAH is meant to take place in the 2010s since that’s the era it was released in, that makes Cedar the 5th-7th person meant to enact the Pinocchio story.

Then there’s Beauty and The Beast, where the first version was published in 1740. Using the same method as before, that would make Rosabella the 10th-14th person meant to enact the BATB story, basically double the length of Cedar’s generational line.

THEN there’s Little Red Riding Hood, where the first written version is from 1697, which would make Cerise around the 17th or less expected Red Riding Hood, EXCEPT that we know Little Red Riding Hood was being told orally pre-17th century, and that the story was told by French peasants in the 10th century and that the earliest known precursor of the Red Riding Hood story was recorded by Egbert of Liège in around 1023, which could make Cerise, at the most, the 55th Red Riding Hood

And that’s NOT EVEN getting into Cinderella, where the earliest considered known variant is the story of Rhodopis which was recounted sometime between 7 BC and AD 23.

[meowder]

mrmghtrmrrmrmrmrhgrggggrrrrrrrrggrrrrhalflife...ghehggrgrrr

When I tried to add text it generated an absurdly long one line message that crashed my art program so you must deal with my handwriting

[haskell-official]

linguistics library for haskell, specialising on the analysis of east asian tonal languages? call that phonktonal programming

programming language for people who are attracted solely to objects? call that object oriented programming

The haskell compiler made as a side project by a person who sells bovine sculptures made entirely out of glass? call that the glass-cow haskell compiler

music library for haskell call that phonktional programming

[quietwingsinthesky]

Collecting Them