#mayhem travels

[mayhemspreadingguy]

Our roadtrip to the Ayreon concert in Netherlands is unfortunately nearing it's end. The only thing left is the disgustingly long ride back home. But it was sooooo worth it!!! The best concert I've been to so far! It's incredible that they were able to get together all these great artists who collaborate on this amazing rock opera music project! And the acoustics were impressive (surround sound and all - especially as I was standing in the middle of the hall). And the stage design was also great. Wbwjbwjs idk what to say - everything was great.

Oh also, we were staying at the Ayreon campsite, and bonding with the people from all around the world over music was something very special. Just sitting around the campfire and chatting... Vibes (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠).

Aaaaaaaargh insane experience ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

[brosif40]

The Bill sona swag

[eateth-thy-words]

getting ice cream with the april squad

tumblr is gonna crisp crunch ghrhghgr to the quality so click if u wanna see the crisp clean lines mmm yummy

also reblog pretty please mWAH xoxo

[buddyhollysbuddyholly]

GUYS GUYS I NEED MORE MOOTS PLS PLS IF YOU LIKE THE MONKEES, TEH BEATLES, DYLARRISON/hj OR THE MUPPETS PLS YALL PLS I NEED MORE FRIENDS

[kd-holloman]

Many readers are writers and many writers are also readers. I’m no exception. With The Traveler’s Gift available for the rest of the world to read, I find myself often wondering, “How can I get people interested in a book about bisexual mobsters with superpowers?” 

I’ve had several books to hyperfixate on since 2018-2019 when the first draft of TTG came out and I drew inspiration from several authors, characters, stories, and themes to come up with something I could call my own. 

The All for the Game series by Nora Sakavic 

I love Neil and Andrew’s relationship and the way Sakavic doesn’t try to cover the trauma her characters go through.  

Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardguo 

Kaz Brekker is one of my favorite fictional characters of all time and the way he is a driving force in this duology is one of my biggest inspirations. Of course, I love Bardugo’s vivid descriptions and the world she’s created. 

The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater

Who doesn’t love a soft boy with a hard edge? Ronan Lynch is one of my favorite characters. We all know I’m weak for a Scorpio man, but aside from him, Stiefvater has a wonderful way of incorporating magic into the mundane. I can’t forget to mention her lyrical, but not overdone, prose. 

The Green Creek Series by TJ Klune

From the rampant LGBTQ+ representation, to the themes of found family, and magic with limits, everything about this series is perfect. I cannot wait to order a hardcover for my bookshelf! 

And the Villains series by V.E. Schwab

The funny part of this is I had never heard of Vicious or Vengeful until one of my beta readers sent it to me. She said, “Have you ever read Vicious by V.E. Schwab? Her writing style really reminds me of yours.” And obviously, I had to get my hands on these books. When I read them for the first time, the thought that somebody could compare my writing to these stories made me cry actual tears.

But that’s neither here, nor there. Vicious and Vengeful share the most similarities to The Traveler’s Gift than any other story in the list. It features characters with superpowers who aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty for the sake of revenge. It’s dark, gritty, fast-paced, and I couldn’t put the series down until I finished. 

TLDR: 

If you like any of the books mentioned above, please check out The Traveler’s Gift on Amazon! It’s available in ebook and paperback! 

[ede917]

*MAJOR SPOILERS FOR POKEMON SV DLC*

[pastelmuppet]

Day 14 of Muppettational May art challenge organizedby Toughpigs…a time traveling Muppet.

I think Dave Goelz will be very appreciative of this.

Anyone else….if you don’t get it you don’t get it.

[ask-the-fever-four]

Favorite movie?

...Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Hard to choose... I think I share a favorite with Ness.

I think Terminator was pretty good.

I don't really watch movies often enough to have a favorite.

[foxgloveinspace]

Vessel really is The Dark Fantasy Romance Love Interest.

[theitcharchives]

(Ao3 heads-up: all my works are only shown to registered users)

Once upon a time, I wrote a really short story about pitfalls and downfalls of the one and the collective. In truth I'd had a brief spark of inspiration about a time-travelling plot twist.

Teenager me was very proud of this short piece of very amateur literature, because I thought being extremely vague about the gender of the space tyrant was incredibly progressive and not at all a manifestation of my own oblivious and not unique agender ass.

My go-to idea for publication was self-publishing, so a few months ago I had decided to test it out with a novelette titled Inferno. Well, self-publishing is darn hard, and I've had enough of testing, so Inferno has been retired and is not only free in full on Ao3 and Wattpad, but I've changed its title into Legacy of Mayhem and several paragraphs while I was at it.

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[Interesting tags: Science Fiction & Magic, Self Fulfilling Prophecy, Time Travel, Fall From Grace, Reluctant Allies To Dysfunctional Friends, Angst, Gen, First Person POV]

Star-children aren’t an oddity, but Ember, volatile like fire, born of death and new light, sure is–a very troublesome, talkative one, who has been kidnapped (twice) by a very miffed warrior, survivor of an apocalypse yet to come.

Duly named Miff, said warrior has the mission of challenging Time itself and its rule over History. After a first merciful, failed attempt he must find another way to avoid the rise of a tyrant to lunacy.

To avoid Mayhem.

Two stubborn people on the run from governments and monsters, from the past that becomes the future, with the task of saving the universe twice–once each. If they don’t drive each other crazy first.

Focusing on the interactions between Ember and Miff and their conversations, this work's purpose is to explore how the burden of society’s greed and expectations brings about the downfall of the individual and of itself.

[docileeffects]

[postcardsfromwanderings]

Motorcycle mayhem. Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam

[all-my-dreams-and-ambitions]

This is so Louis-Coded

[hardcore-gaming-101]

Serious Sam: Siberian Mayhem

Since Croteam had been allowing other developers to make games with Serious Sam in there in a variety of genres, it only makes sense that they would eventually turn to the modding community for a title. Rather then just making an official update with a community mod made features (dual wielding in Serious Sam 2), Siberian Mayhem is a full on, stand-alone game made by long time Russian Serious Sam modders, with Croteam offering support, writing, and voice work.

Read more...

[kd-holloman]

Mobsters ✓

Superpowers ✓

Revenge [ ]

The Traveler's Gift is a gritty story about the power of revenge.

Arc Readers Wanted

Are you interested in getting a free copy of The Traveler's Gift? I'm looking for ARC readers interested in getting a free PDF copy of my debut novel in exchange for an honest review within the first week of its January 30th release!

If interested, please send me a private message!

[unforth]

Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Characters: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī Additional Tags: Sunshot Campaign (Módào Zǔshī), Epistolary, Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Length: 1,325 Summary:

Exhausted, Lan Zhan returns to his tent after a long day of battle during the Sunshot Campaign.

And, on his pillow, he finds a letter that cannot possibly exist.

(written for Day 2 of May Trope Mayhem: War Setting)

@duckprintspress

(whole fic is under the read more...)

It’s late when Lan Zhan returns to the tent he shares with his brother, far past the familiar Cloud Recesses curfew, far closer to the familiar Cloud Recesses morning wake-up hour; he’s exhausted. His robes are sullied with dirt and blood and he doesn’t know what else. Lan Huan hasn’t returned, won’t return until the Wen are driven from the field or the allies are. All Lan Zhan wants to do is seize the little sleep he’d manage before habit awakens him once more, before battle summons him once more, but as he drops to his knees beside the thin palette he pretends is a suitable bed, he’s arrested by a neatly folded paper laid across his so-called pillow.

Lan Zhan, Lan Wangji, Hanguang Jun, Lan Er-gege reads the achingly familiar calligraphy brushed onto it. Despite his fatigue, the list of alternative addresses brings an unwarranted, inappropriate smile to Lan Zhan’s face. The writing is Wei Wuxian’s, well-known after endless hours of supervised Lan Clan Rule copying, and Lan Zhan can picture Wei Wuxian sitting with the completed letter, staring at it, lips pursed around the end of his brush as he tries to decide how best to label it before finally deciding to simply use all the options. It’s so him, and it stirs such tender feelings, and Lan Zhan is far too gone - in more ways than one - to suppress that pleasure as he usually would.

Then his heart hardens as reality sets in. Wei Wuxian no longer sends light-hearted jabs Lan Zhan’s way, only pointed, cruel darts that stab at his heart. It’s been thus since he returned from the Burial Mounds, returned as the Yiling Laozu with too many dark tricks and too many secrets hidden behind his once-bright eyes.

I wish he’d just…talk to me.

Lan Zhan’s hands tremble around the fine paper as he lifts it, considering opening it, considering throwing it into the nearest fire. What would Wei Wuxian have to say to him that he’d want to read? But his gaze doesn’t leave the fluid lines of his name, his tired mind cataloging details without his conscious direction.

The writing is sloppy and rushed.

The ink is high quality.

The brush didn’t shed a single bristle.

The paper…

Lan Zhan frowns. The paper is his own preferred make, purchased from a craftsman in Gusu. How could Wei Wuxian have a sheet of it, here? How could he have it now?

Nothing about this letter makes sense.

And that is why Lan Zhan finally turns the letter over, breaks the seal - done in brilliant red, in a style Lan Zhan has never known Wei Wuxian to use before - and unfolds the fine page to reveal the scrawl within.

Lan Zhan - can I call you Lan Zhan? Too late now. I don’t know if you’ll receive this but, thinking back over the events of the last twenty years, I knew I had to try.

Twenty years? Twenty years ago, neither of them had been born yet. Could this be some reveal about Wen Ruohan? Some hidden history of the Burial Mounds? Some forgotten ritual or tool that might help Yunmeng, Gusu, Qinghe, and Lanling win the war? Or–

Wondering would never answer Lan Zhan’s questions. Reading on might. Fatigue made Lan Zhan foolish.

I used a complex ritual to send this to you. It looked like this

An arrow pointed at a sketch of a circle, outlined in thick lines and filled in with characters painted so thickly that they looked more like blotches than words. Lan Zhan is excellent at ritual construction, but he is still not an expert - not as skilled as Lan Qiren or Wei Wuxian - and he can make little of it.

Regardless, the point is if you’re holding this letter. It worked! Congratulations to myself. I’d ask you to tell me so, but if you tried, I wouldn’t understand, and anyway, you already have, or will have.

Growing annoyed, Lan Zhan scowls at the page. Had Wei Wuxian been drunk when he wrote this? It makes no sense! Lan Zhan’s time truly would be better spent sleeping - what use to him is Wei Wuxian’s self-aggrandizing babbling?

My mistake. None of that was the point either. The point is, if nothing changes, I’m going to die. I know, because for me, it has already happened. You’ve already been alone for over ten years. I’ve already been brought back. 

Lan Zhan’s jaw drops, and he looks back to the ritual Wei Wuxian has shared. He can see it now - the combination of lines, the careful placement of elements, the specific characters chosen, together they create an array that can pierce time itself.

And, of all possible options, Wei Wuxian of the future has chosen to write a letter to him?

Why?

“I’m going to die,” Wei Wuxian had written. Lan Zhan’s heart aches, and he reads on quickly, attention finally arrested, fatigue receding to the background.

It’s not too late to help him - to help me. I know how hard that will be for you. We’ve spoken about it, and even if we hadn’t, I remember: how icy you were, how cocky I was, how much arrogance had gone to each of our heads. Yes, yours too, oh precious jade of Gusu. He won’t want to listen to you, but you need to make him. You don’t even know how wrong everything is going to go once the war is over, how much everyone will suffer, how much you personally will suffer.

He’ll fight you every step of the way, but I promise you, Lan Zhan: he needs you. I need you. And…he’ll love you. Eventually, he’ll love you so much he won’t know how to live without you. He’ll love you as you love him, and as I love you. Don’t repeat our mistakes. Go to him, Lan Zhan. 

I’d sign it, but do I really need to? I know you, then as now, know my writing. Farewell, my love.

Tears sting Lan Zhan’s eyes as he reads, rereads, rereads, the ending of the letter.

What Wei Wuxian wrote was impossible.

Except it isn’t, clearly it isn’t: the ink, the paper, the personal stamp, the ritual - none of it can have a better explanation than the one that Wei Wuxian has offered. No one but Wei Wuxian could discover such a spell and use it thus…and no one but Lan Zhan could read these affecting words and focus on their plausibility instead of their essential meaning.

He knows he’s hiding from Wei Wuxian’s actual implications.

He’ll love you as I love you.

It’s impossible that Wei Wuxian knows that Lan Zhan adores him.

It’s impossible that Wei Wuxian could return his affections.

It’s impossible that Wei Wuxian could have written such a letter, could have sent such a letter, without some future Lan Zhan’s knowledge, input, implicit or explicit endorsement. 

As the night cycles toward dawn, Lan Zhan sits with the letter in his hand, thoughts spinning.

By the time sunlight makes the tent’s sides glow, he’s made his decision. 

It’s impossible that this current Wei Wuxian could feel thusly toward Lan Zhan, and equally impossible that Lan Zhan can command the expressions, the sentiments, the confessions, to make his own feelings known toward Wei Wuxian.

Except, at some point in the future, after death and separation and pain…Lan Zhan clearly does make such confessions, and his feelings clearly are reciprocated.

If he can do it at some point in the future…

…then why can’t he do it now?

No - he must do it now.

Folding the letter carefully, he places it into his sleeve and rises fluidly to his feet, stained robes heavy about his ankles.

He steps out of the tent, out into the morning, out toward the future.

He can, and will, and must do as Wei Wuxian…as his love has asked.

And he calls, “Wei Ying!”