#many favorite googles

[stunie]

it looks like i’ve fallen in love with myself out of all the characters so far (???!!!!! : o)

[icewindandboringhorror]

I can't do much productively during the heat wave/health issue flare up/etc. like work on my games or anything where I have to sit at the computer/type for long periods of time, BUT.. I did passively sculpt a few tiny foods lol. I wanted to do one of my bigger usual sculptures, but those take so much more time and concentration, I thought something small just to keep my hands busy would be better.. close up photos look kind of weird and blurry from my camera settings or something, but overall they came out okay, especially in person.. Nearly the only reason I ever wanted to buy dolls as a kid was to get my hands on the miniature foods and plates and stuff that came with them, I've always just been obsessed with small versions of things like that, so.. why not make some! lol

[carcarrot]

tagged by @starringvincentprice thank you!!!!

tagging @bawnjourno @thedevotionaltour @mariocki if you want to do it!!

[darklight-owl]

He's so stupid I hate his face and his dumb logic i want to give him a little smooch on the forehead i want to run him over and then run him over in reverse I love him so much he is my favorite I hope he is doing ok.

[starriesworlds]

would anyone ever be interested in a james potter fic rec post? i really feel like sharing some of my favorite works with everyone else

[warlordfelwinter]

tiefling twednesday!!!!!

my friend is running the wild beyond the witchlight starting end of january and i'm SO EXCITED!!!!! i've wanted to play witchlight since it came out and i kept getting closer to just giving up and running it myself just so someone would get to play it but now!! i get to play!!

i'd been toying with a few ideas for various classes since the dm said she wanted to run it but the moment it became real i tossed them all out the window and went back to my warlock roots

meet Foxglove! i don't have all their details ironed out yet, but their vague backstory is that they were abandoned as a baby in the forest by their birth parents who didn't want a tiefling. they were found and brought into the feywild by a clan of pixies who raised them. they're fun loving and carefree and mischevious, as befits someone raised by pixies. their warlock patron is Zybilna the fairy godmother.

some fun facts are that they are 6.5 feet tall (with the antlers), they're a vegetarian (really more of a frugivore), they collect little things (lost objects, shiny rocks, etc), and they looked very different as a baby but being in the feywild for so long influenced their appearance as they grew up

[tennessoui]

just realized someone is currently working on what’s gonna be my new favorite fic and I don’t even know what it’s about but it’s gonna be amazing and I can’t wait to read it

[neonacidtrip]

“ And it hurts so much! Life is suffering. It is hard! The world is cursed. But still, you find reasons to keep on living." ... "I don't regret a thing, you know. I don't regret the struggles. I don't regret the hardships. The pain. The sorrow. And I've seen so much of it! But still. I don't regret what I've done or how I've lived my life. I just wish the world had been a better place. A better place for them, for us... But surely, a better place for you, my dear." ... "I feel like a vast vessel, with so many dusty rooms and cabins... I have so many of them... So many memories... Some of them are gone, but some of them... Some of them will live on forever. In you, in others. ”

- Astrid, Spiritfarer Farewell Edition

[wymgreenteam]

head in fucking hands.

[lillazyboithings]

ya boi is slaving her ass away in speedrunning her research proposal but she got the best news ever which is a perfect 145/145 on her latest chemistry lab work<333

as a celebration gift, yall get one of my most recent wips (which is just a redraw of a 3-month old wip).

[dyrewrites]

Bloodhound -- careful is as careful does

But as the twinkling violet of a yawning dawn found them tangled and sleeping beneath the sheets—too close, too comfortable—Alessandro would lose the simple yet devouring sweetness of the night.

Deluca did not wake first, instead he felt the eyes gazing and the soft hand caressing and woke too sweet. Shame was quick to sour it, calling him a cruel word—its favorite word—that snapped too loud from his lips, “troia del cazzo.”

“Che cazzo mi hai appena chiamato,” Alessandro snipped back, gripping with if not removing the hand on his arm.

“Non tu, io, Alessandro, I am the sl—” he tried to maintain the warmth, but shame bit harder and he tugged his arm from too intimate a touch and snapped again, “fuck this. I have to go.”

And, to his credit, Deluca did try to leave. He managed the clothes and made it to the door, even opened the door but he couldn’t step outside of the door.

For all the silver barring it.

With the itchy sting of it bright along his skin, Deluca did not move.

Behind him came a sigh, “about that.”

Deluca did not growl, but it was close enough as he turned to face his friend, his lover—his shameful plaything he kept getting too close to—and asked in no uncertain terms, “What the fuck.”

“I spotted your stalker when I came to pick you up,” tried the explanation.

One that fed the rage building in Deluca’s veins, “what the fuck are silver bars doing on yourdoor, Alessandro?”

“To keep you in, obviously, now shut up and listen,” he’d spoken to the vampire as harshly before. Worse, even. But never after trapping him somewhere and making him feel cornered.

So he wasn’t prepared for the fingers on his throat or the slam into a wall. One that was decidedly not the fun and flirty type he was used to and cracked the brick, filling the tight hall with dust and his mouth with metallic agony for a bitten tongue.

“No,” Deluca said through teeth suddenly much bigger than Alessandro remembered them, “you remove those bars so I can return to my daughter...or we test those delicious sigils that keep you from bleeding to death.”

For one who studied all of his exploits, been witness to more than one instance of him ripping an inhuman thing to pieces, and recently learned of an old name with a lot worse attached to it...one would think Alessandro smart enough not to challenge the monster at his throat.

One would think. However, relying on sigils he had too little blood to fuel, the Inspector chose to be an idiot.

“Do it,” he choked through the grip, “see...how long she lasts.”

Deluca threw him at the bars, taking no joy in the act—or the gurgled breaths following it, as the man tried desperately to breathe for all the suddenly shattered bones. In fact, if one were to ask Deluca how he felt about hurling his long-time friend and sometimes lover so hard into shiny silver bars he could hear all those bones shatter...he’d have said, “remorseful.”

Didn’t matter in the moment, as the Inspector created an obstacle and if he would not remove it well...it only made sense to use him to clear it.

“He’s watching your house, idiota,” Alessandro said too easily for all the blood filling his throat. Unable to stand just yet, he allowed his sigils to take more than they should to repair all the cracks and restitch what tore of his skin and muscle. Surprisingly unfazed by being tossed like a sack of potatoes, he did realize his mistake and sighed as Deluca glowered, “Yeah, yeah, I should have told you sooner, warned you before all the fun, maybe even after. But you know how hard it is not to burn up in you.”

“Me?” Deluca sneered, taking a single step forward, “you brought me here, you insisted on being my meal for the evening. You led the evening and you locked me in a fucking cage. You do not get to blame me for reacting.”

Alessandro had no response, not quite, and just sat breathing as he healed.

In the meantime, shame picked out certain words and implications and tore into Deluca, another barnacle begging for all that greedy heat. Beautiful trajectory you’re on; a city’s worth of men to fuck you so stupid you don’t even remember who to mourn.

But all Deluca said for it was, “Let me out.”

“I can’t,” Alessandro said through hacked coughs as sigils stitched enough to allow him legs to stand on—and rope to hang himself with, “I get that I fucked up, that I could have done all this different. But you go home now and you’re his. I know you’re his because he’s too fucking close and you’re too fucking stupid.”

Finding calm in a slow, steady breath, Deluca spoke quiet but firm, “Alessandro, I care about you more than I should,” closing the gap to grab him again by the throat, his tone remained quiet but firm, “please, do not make me kill you.”

Unsure if he could, but running out of things to feed to his healing, Alessandro swallowed through those fingers to warn, “no immunity will save you if he turns you into the monster you think you are.”

“Perhaps not,” Deluca said too calmly, “but if you do not open this door, nothing will save you from the one I am.”

Choked the response, as those fingers tightened, and Alessandro flicked a still healing wrist. A brilliant blue sigil flared on his palm and the bars slid up with a soft slikt.

Deluca dropped him, not bothering to look for the grunt and whimper as he spoke colder than Alessandro had ever heard directed at him, “when you figure out something more than doubt for why you threw away everything we’d become and given me enough excuses to ruin your fucking career...call me. Until then, work or not, we’re done.”

[mejomonster]

If anyone has any idea what this fic is or things I can search to find it further (like rec list collections), please let me know. I just searched 50 pages of ao3 and can't find it, but I know it existed and I read it a few years ago. I initially found it as someone's recommendation:

The Untamed or MDZS fic. Lan Sizhui is a tentacle monsterr/some kind of lovecraftian monster and it's a secret he hides that the Lan clan is aware of, or at least his closest people. Otherwise the universe is the same: Lan Wangji raises him, he's a sweetheart among the juniors. The story was either Lan Sizhui/Jin Ling or Lan Sizhui/Jin Ling/Lan Jingyi or a combo of those with & instead. The main thing was Lan Sizhui was the main character, he had a slightly monster background which changed things a bit, and the trio were the focus of the story. I have searched Lan Sizhui pairings, Lan sizhui and the keywords "monster" and "tentacle" and i am just not having any luck finding it...

[3584-tropical-fish]

It’s become a bit of a trend of mine to write epistolary novel style fics that require tons of research for really mundane things. So, I’ve found myself with one regarding Ms. Perumal trying to find her kid, featuring phone calls varying in their level of helpfulness, anagrams, and a brochure about fishing locales.

Also written under the cut if a Google doc is not ideal.

Letter, addressed to Reynie Muldoon, Boatwright Academy, 100 Copernicus Road, ST0087

Dear Reynie,

Congratulations on your acceptance to Boatwright! I’m so proud of you, and I always will be. I sent a package with some of your belongings and a couple gifts from me, but do let me know if there’s anything I missed. And, of course, you are always welcome to reach out if you ever need me. You know where to find me.

I know this is a big change for you, but I also know that everything will turn out perfectly fine. You can do this! You’ll learn a lot more from the Boatwright Academy than what I could ever teach you, and I know that this will be a great opportunity for you. Though, as I’ve said, I’ll be here if you ever need me.

Much love,

Ms. Perumal

Phone call, Ms. Dipika Perumal and Boatwright Academy Offices

MAN: Boatwright Academy, how can I help you?

MS. PERUMAL: Good afternoon. I recently sent a package to Reynard Muldoon, a new student at your school? It just arrived back at my house, and I wanted to make sure that he was alright.

MAN: Things don’t just get sent back, maybe there was a mistake in the address you wrote. Nothing to worry about.

MS. PERUMAL: I’ve double checked it multiple times, I am certain that I haven’t made any errors.

MAN: Well, if there wasn’t a mistake, I’m afraid I can’t help you any more. We–

MS. PERUMAL: You’re the only ones that can! I cannot reach out to him any other way.

MAN: (sighing) What was the name? I’ll see what I can find but I can’t guarantee–

MS. PERUMAL: (frustrated) Muldoon. M-U-L-D-O-O-N. Reynard Muldoon.

MAN: Ma’am, I’m sorry, but–

MS. PERUMAL: This is the Boatwright Academy, isn’t it?

MAN: It is, but our policy states that we are not allowed to disclose any information about our students to non-family members.

MS. PERUMAL: (increasingly firm) Be that as it may, I sent a package to one of your students. Why was it returned?

MAN: I have no idea.

MS. PERUMAL: He is a student there, is he not?

MAN: Ma’am, there’s no Reynard Muldoon enrolled here.

MS. PERUMAL: There must be a mistake. Tell your headmaster that I’m on my way to talk to her in person.

(call ends)

Security Feed, Boatwright Academy Headmaster’s Office

(The HEADMASTER sits at her desk, typing something on a computer. After a moment, there is a knock at the door.)

HEADMASTER: Come in.

(MS. PERUMAL enters and sits in the chair across from the HEADMASTER.)

HEADMASTER: (curtly) Ms. Perumal?

MS. PERUMAL: (just as curtly) Yes.

HEADMASTER: You are lucky that I agreed to see you, Ms. Perumal. You have no affiliation with anyone at this school, but we deemed it more beneficial to everyone involved if we prevented you from… (pause) breaking in.

(The HEADMASTER shifts to fully face MS. PERUMAL and places a paper in front of her.)

HEADMASTER: A class roster, M section, of course. You’ll notice there is no “Muldoon”.

(MS. PERUMAL picks up the paper and skims through it. She frowns.)

MS. PERUMAL: He would’ve been admitted just a few days ago, are you certain this is up to date?

HEADMASTER: (sighing) Yes. I printed it just this morning. Our records are updated upon any student’s admission. Reynard Muldoon is not a student here.

(MS. PERUMAL rifles through her bag and pulls out her own paper. It is a newspaper from a week or so prior. She places it on the table.)

MS. PERUMAL: What’s this then? (reading aloud) “Are you a gifted child looking for special opportunities? Boatwright Academy is offering gifted children a chance to participate in a special testing day. Children who pass the test will be offered a full scholarship to Boatwright Academy”. My student attended these exams, and, following their conclusion, I received a call that he had been admitted into the Boatwright Academy. (with force) Why is he not here?

(The HEADMASTER frowns.)

HEADMASTER: Those tests are run by an affiliate of ours. They informed us that no one had passed the tests this year.

(MS. PERUMAL looks stricken.)

HEADMASTER: Is there anything else?

(Silence)

MS. PERUMAL: No, I— no. (She clears her throat.) You’ve helped me enough. (MS. PERUMAL stands.) Thank you for your time.

HEADMASTER: Of course. I hope everything turns out well.

(MS. PERUMAL nods, turns, and exits the room.)

(feed ends)

Phone call, Ms. Dipika Perumal and The Stonetown Gazette Offices

CAROLINE: You’ve reached The Stonetown Gazette, my name is Caroline. What can I help you with today?

MS. PERUMAL: I’m looking for the name of the person or organization who ran the ad that offered scholarship opportunities for the Boatwright Academy. They did not include clear contact information and I’d like to get in touch.

CAROLINE: I’ll see what I can find, ma’am. What did the ad say, exactly?

MS. PERUMAL: In large font, “Are you a gifted child looking for special opportunities?” It was quite unique.

CAROLINE: Ah, yes. I remember that one. Quite unique, indeed. Excuse me for a moment while I look for this, I’m going to put you on hold.

(soft piano music)

(several moments pass)

CAROLINE: Unfortunately, I only have a name, no further contact information, though I’m sure you could reach out to the Boatwright Academy for further details. It was paid for by Cheri Turpintown. Spelled C-H-E-R-I, T-U-R-P-I-N-T-O-W-N. Anything else I can do for you, ma’am?

MS. PERUMAL: Oh, no. That’s all I needed. Thank you very much.

CAROLINE: Of course! Have a nice day, now.

MS. PERUMAL: And you too.

(call ends)

Stonetown Registrar, List of Local Business Owners

CHERI TURPINTOWN

Affiliation: Boatwright Academy

Phone: None

Address: None

Journal, Owned by Ms. Dipika Perumal

Cheri Turpintown

Placed the ad

No known address

Connections to Boatwright

Possibly the test proctor

cheriturpintown

cehiinnoprttuw

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truth in ceinoprw

prow cein ice

power cin inc

truth in power inc

Power in Truth Inc.

Stowntown Registrar, List of Local Businesses (Shell Companies)

POWER IN TRUTH, INC.

Owner: Withheld by request

Phone: None

Address: None

PO Box: Power in Truth, Inc.

PO Box 2733

Stonetown, USA 02748

Security Feed, Stonetown Market (Video Only)

(MS. PERUMAL approaches a storefront. This store belongs to the FISHMONGER.)

(The FISHMONGER greets her and asks a question. MS. PERUMAL shakes her head and asks something in return. She speaks for a moment, making some gestures with her hands, and eventually points toward the salmon displayed behind the FISHMONGER.)

(The FISHMONGER frowns and shakes his head.)

(MS. PERUMAL says something more, and swiftly walks away and out of sight.)

Brochure, Stonetown Fish and Game Commission: Fishing Locations

There are a multitude of picturesque locations in and around Stonetown that are perfect for fishing. The waters off the coast are known for their catches of mackerel, sea bass, Atlantic cod, and plenty of other species. Beginners can find many coastal areas or freshwater ponds and rivers in the area, while more seasoned fishers can try their hand at sites off the coast.

Due to the importance of fishing on the local economy, fishing licenses are required in almost all shorelines and waters off the coast of Stonetown. Licenses can easily be acquired from the Stonetown Fish and Game Commission offices, but caution should still be taken to not fish in dangerous areas or private property.

Should one wish to spend a weekend casually fishing without a license, the Beauchamps Woods, central to one of Stonetown’s many public parks, is home to a two-mile stretch of shoreline where unlicensed fishing is permitted. For convenience, multiple trails lead to various spots in the area.

[image: A map of a section of Stonetown’s coast, which is surrounded by Beauchamps Woods. Multiple trails are marked in colorful lines throughout the area, most leading to various spots along the water. Across the water, on the edge of the map, one side of Harbor Island is pictured. Boxed in red, centered on the map, is a section of coast that is labeled “UNLICENSED FISHING AREA”.

This particular brochure copy has multiple trail ends crossed out but one, which seems to have a good view of Harbor Island, is circled in several frantic rings.]

[golden--doodler]

Here are all of the panels that I have of my Bob's Burgers comic featuring my OC, Alexis, thus far (I've shared the first few, but I have more now)! Work on it has been slow going because making a comic is hard. And yes, I know that it looks inconsistent because some of the pages were drawn digitally and a few were drawn on actual paper that I scanned into my computer (I wanted to experiment with different looks for the characters, which is why, and then decided to go back to digital).

I hope y'all enjoy what I have so far!

I also just realized I somehow forgot to draw Bob's mustache so you get cursed mustacheless Bob-- 😭

[bidokja]

i just realized y'all don't know me well enough to know my habit of taking extensive notes for anything i read/watch and making custom excel spreadsheets for funsies

[devotedlystrangewizard]

at first i considered engage to be one of the more strategic harder fire emblems (and compared to three houses it definitely is but thats a low bar) but no. its power fantasy. currently my main powerhouse is ivy + soren. they obliterate everything that dares to not have high resistance. wyvern rider? one shot. high def unit? one shot. everyone does decent damage at this point but for a unit i wrote off as a unit i only put on the field because i like her at first.