#multiple thoughts in my head

[crowleyaj]

context: my main plan for 2024 in my journal was "figure out the future & what I'm going to do & where I'm going to live" thinking about summer maybe except last friday during a particularly bad work-related depressive episode I went, fuck it I'm leaving here and found a site and applied for cheap studios in cork and dublin basically in the middle of the night. when I got better I started wondering if I REALLY wanted to leave and may have acted too soon without thinking it through as usual but decided that, you know, what's meant to happen will happen.

then this morning when I was washing my breakfast dishes I dropped a bowl on top of my favourite (and very durable) glass and the glass just snapped in half. at first I was upset but then I laughed thinking, guess this means everything is going to work out and I'm moving out, thanks!! and when I got back from work I found out that not only did I get a place in dublin but my top pick at that. I cannot believe this. the fucking glass. and it was actually still stable so I glued it back together to use for a plant or something. I fixed it. I wonder what it means. anyway. looks like things will work out after all

(it's got a dragon and that's why it's my favourite. out of two. the other one I just use for measuring rice.)

[puppyeared]

my attempt at making a fursona

[buttercupshands]

So.

Act 5, huh?

Oh, and that.

"You can start breakdown now."

Finished the game couple of days ago and had some thoughts I needed to process a little. Like. Yes.

So anyway I actually didn't plan this and just wanted to redraw some sprites to just make sure I understand how to draw Siffrin correctly (still working on that!)

What did I learn from this? How fun it it to draw on a canvas that literally doesn't let you draw with colors without some layer cheating when necessary. Never tried it.

The beans. Sleeping beans.

Basically what happens when you want to sleep AND draw. Draw characters sleeping on your behalf.

Doesn't help, but at least it's cute.

I have no idea what was going on in my mind as I drew this. Feels like a fever dream of 'I want to sleep' at 4 am and 'Hm...' of thinking random things

Also that phone craft sign. Still too funny to imagine. I had to.

[beinganegg]

Literally rotating them in my head

[halorvic]

[suntails]

totals ur drama

[lillazyboithings]

Wiggly!Richie

In these trying times (me recovering my voice while studying for midterms), I have decided it was the best time to bust out my watercolors and do this

[l3xdrigo]

The concept of Zero

Inspired by someone commenting that like the number zero, Vertin or the role of the timekeeper itself is a concept.

The concept of zero being that it is the placeholder for writing numbers, it is the origin but it is also the one that is merely a concept to get more of an understanding or guide to natural numbers to integers. It is the invisible line from the positive to negative, it is the middle ground.

The concept of zero in a more mathematical sense is that it is a additive to other numbers to make them bigger (ex:100) but the number zero itself is a non existent and empty number, like an equator, it is an imaginary line that helps us grasp the locations and placements of continents. Both are imaginary, both are just man made concepts to guide us to a better understanding.

Vertin's soul number is zero, she is unchanging and is considered one of the middle ground between humans and Arcanist. In a sense, she is a guide to most, but once the storm reaches its end, she will become nothing more than a concept, the role of the timekeeper was created for the very purpose of recording the beginning and ends of eras and braving the storm to one day create the immunity for it. The moment that there is no need for the timekeeper anymore, either the storm ending or finding a full reliable immunity towards it, the more people that gain the ability, the more Vertin's role becomes more of the ordinary.

The role of the timekeeper will soon fade and become only an invisible line, the origin of how it first began, on how civilization reached the immunity of the storm, and how the threat of the storm ended. In the far future where the rain doesn't rise, the term timekeeper and the name "Vertin" will be nothing more of a concept to what once was a catastrophic phenomena that hinder the progression of time, a subtle reminder of how she guided the freedom of humans and Arcanist out of the grueling storm, and into a world where the rain falls and the sun rises; Vertin is the concept of zero.

[sneezarify]

people with loud, forceful, productive sneezes who still need to sneeze in multiples must be out to kill me!

[averlym]

litany of the martyrs (click for better resolution!)

[lunar-years]

What do you think is the most character accurate fic you've ever read??

Ever read? That's an impossible question lmao. I have been reading fanfics since i was twelve. I have read fanfics I don't even remember 🫡

Obviously it's a subjective question to begin with but part of the fun of fanfic to me is exploring different avenues for characters according to different author's preferences and putting blorbos into incredibly un-canon Situations. But in a lot of those settings what is "in-character" is even more thrown asunder because it's so far removed from anything that would even remotely happen in canon.

I guess what I mean by that is a lot of the fics I read and love don't necessarily align with my personal ideas of/headcanons for a character, yet still remain "character accurate" in my esteem, if you will (I'm thinking, for example, of that one Gay!Roy fic which is EXCELLENT and incredibly in-character imo and yet I still don't personally think Roy The Character is gay. But even though that's generally not how I think of his sexuality I still liked exploring that alternative verse and still recognized that story's Roy as Roy. Does that make sense?)

ANYWAY. going to veer off the specific question and instead just list some miscellaneous recent(ish) favs (or at least ones I think were published after I made my last rec list):

Paperwork by @pghumfort (Roy/Jamie)

Tits Out! also by @pghumfort (Jamie/Keeley)

if anything could fall (it's the world that falls away from me) by scarlettroses (Roy/Jamie)

i came prepared for absolution (if you'd only ask) by scarlettroses (pre-relationship Roy/Jamie); I've definitely recommended this one before but it's SO good on character exploration, especially for Roy. really really complex and meaningful look into his brain. I love it.

I should know (what turns you on) by Dancey96 (Roy/Jamie/Keeley)

It's Fine With Me (if you wanna stay the night) by @shortcuts-make-long-delays (pre-relationship Roy/Jamie/Keeley)

screaming crying throwing up by @morethanslightly (Roy/Jamie/Keeley)

that four letter word by @izzyspussy (Roy/Jamie)

5 Times Phoebe Meddled in Uncle Roy's Love Life... by darkesky

An Invitation by Laurasaurus (Roy/Jamie, Roy/Jamie/Keeley, Roy/Keeley)

Not exactly Cyrano by @destinationtoast (Roy/Jamie/Keeley); I may have recommended this before but now it's finished!! go back and re-read it if you haven't finished it yet...it's so worth it!

Also the Gay Roy one I referenced earlier is so afraid that time will take it all from me by LikeAMovieIOnceSaw. Really such a lovely fic 💕

as always please read the tags and story descriptions and ratings before diving in to make sure they are right for you and your needs etc.

[snakebites-and-ink]

Aquarius - Examination

Masterlist

CW: Conditioned whumpee, internalized dehumanization, consent issues, nonsexual partial nudity

The weapon’s transfer went without a hitch. He arrived at the new facility, where the people did all the necessary intake and showed him where he would be kept.

His new director seemed more personally interested in him than his former one had, but that could just be because he was a new acquisition or the only weapon of his kind this branch of the organization had.

The new team he belonged to seemed very concerned about making sure they were addressing all his needs; he hoped that meant they were more careful about being prepared, rather than less-knowledgeable about taking care of a weapon like him.

Naia, his director, had instructed 28515 to go to the medical area for an examination the next day. He obeyed, of course: a weapon always did.

The medic, Jal, greeted 28515 and exchanged idle pleasantries as if talking to a person. That was fine, though the weapon was sure he wasn’t as good for conversation as an actual human being. Perhaps the doctor just liked talking regardless.

The medical exam was fairly routine, though it became increasingly evident that this doctor was used to working only with people.

Jal measured Aquarius’ vitals—all within acceptable ranges.

Jal performed some other basics such as looking in 28515’s eyes, ears, and throat, and listening to his heart and lungs. The doctor paused slightly once or twice but didn’t seem to actually find any problems.

“If it’s okay with you, being able to inspect your body would allow me to make a more thorough examination, which could tell us more, to make sure we’re giving you the best possible care. I’ll only go as far as you tell me you’re comfortable with though. Can I do that?”

Couldn’t he? Why was he asking the weapon? “I don’t understand, sir.”

“I’m asking for your consent to take off some of your clothing for the physical exam.”

“Consent is something for people. I'm a weapon.”

“What?”

“I’m a weapon, sir.”

…Jal could unpack that later. Right now he was taking care of his patient’s physical health. “Okay,” Jal said, uncertain. “Regardless, would it be agreeable to you if I examined you?” He hoped the different wording would provide Aquarius with an out if he actually didn’t want this.

Aquarius fixed him with a blank look. “I have no preference on the matter.”

Oh, Jal was in over his head. But if his patient couldn’t share an opinion, he’d rather give care than withhold it. “Okay,” he said weakly, and gently pulled off Aquarius’ shirt.

He had a lot of scars. Most of them were small and fairly faded, but still definitely there. They didn’t all look like things that could happen in a fight.

None of the scars were such that they limited his mobility or other such problems, which was lucky—or possibly…deliberate.

Regardless, Jal checked for remaining injuries or other issues. He didn’t find any outstanding problems.

“I’d like to take a few samples and run some tests to get a better idea of your health. Is that okay?”

28515 nodded. Tests were nothing new.

Jal had Aquarius put back on his shirt as Jal got out what he’d need for sample collection. He drew some blood and swabbed the patient’s mouth.

Jal thanked Aquarius for his time and cooperation, and invited him to come back anytime he needed, then dismissed him.

After he’d run all the tests he needed to, Jal talked with Naia.

There were some strange results in the patient’s blood test which didn’t seem to impact his health but might validate the rumors of human experimentation in the branch they’d gotten him from. All things considered, Aquarius’ mental state was a bigger concern than his physical health.

“There were a few strange results that might need looking into, but he seems healthy,” Jal told Naia. “All his past injuries healed remarkably well.”

Naia focused in on that detail like a hawk. “Past injuries?”

“He has some rather concerning-looking scars, but none of them are fresh. I’m more concerned by what he said.”

Jal explained what Aquarius had said about consent and being a weapon. Naia looked thoughtful. “He said something similar to me. That he was a weapon. It’s why I don’t have a better name to call him than Aquarius. That’s the role the other branch forced him to take on.”

She’d unconfidently held out hope that it was some sort of hyperbole or figurative speech, but it seemed he really thought of himself as an actual weapon.

“What’ll we tell the team?”

“The truth, I suppose,” Naia said. “With how regularly they’re going to interact with him, I figure trying to hide it would do more harm than good. I’ll ask him if he wants to keep it private and of course respect it if he says he does, but I have my doubts that he would say even if he did care.”

“What’ll we do?” Jal worried softly, more to himself than Naia.

“We’ll figure it out. We have a good team.”

[puppyeared]

fake ep idea + doodles

[iamnotdoinganythingillegal]

Oh but Ella’s mix of accents is fabulous. Most of the time she’s got this very feminine very stereotypically princessy transatlantic thing going on, like in an old disney movie, which then becomes more strongly American during step on your grave, more so when she speaks during the song, like the way she says oregano. It’s at this point that you see her personality be revealed as more vengeful and not accepting of the stepmother’s demands

And then she’s back to the perfect princessy voice until she’s speaking to Tadius and realises that she’s not alone in holding her vengeful desires. Like the way she says I wasn’t talking about the king. But it’s not a complete shift, Ella goes back to her voice, which is equally princessy and transatlantic when she returns from the dead to exact her revenge, but pitched down, showing how she’s now ready to be queen, incorporating the two previous ways of speaking. It’s really cool, and Bryce Charles did it amazingly

[doctorsiren]

Phoenix would definitely take her to the circus

[darthluffy]

I must say, making a walking lesbian flag obsess over boys is certainly a bold move