#neither fixed the issue

[vocalchords]

has anyone been having problems with the dice rolls not showing up in dialogue recently

[unlikelyapricot-art]

hes,,,, so cool

[kaontic]

We are in the eye of the f*cking hurricane, people

[illmoraineakoi]

Fic where through Rocket Corp Shenanigans and/or Orange Power Craziness, the Color Gang, TCO and Victim all get spat out into the human world, where Alan then has to reveal to his wife that surprise! Living stick figures are real, he's made living stick figures, two of them don't like him, and one of those two is actively trying to kill him, while the other five see him as their Dad.

All while trying, and just barely succeeding, in wrangling a very ferally angry Victim who is trying his hardest to inflict great bodily harm onto Alan despite Alan being literally five times his size while the others are panicking trying to figure out how to help. Except for TCO, who is just WAITING for Alan accidentally drop Victim so he can return the favor of the Box beatdown.

And Kaori, who Alan never told that his animations were based on real events and real living stick figures, is just sitting there watching this lunacy like this:

[southern--downpour]

ok rewatched the ending bits, i really dont think sevika joining the council was even meant to be a fix-all for piltover and zauns issues i think it was intended to show just a step in the right direction

[imavikingo]

Ok! So im new to making acrylic merch, I made a single design years ago (they weren’t of good quality tbh) and I haven’t ordered anything else since.

For the longest time I wasn’t comfortable with my drawing skills, I’m still not, but now I know why it’s so hard to get things to look right, but thats not relevant to this post ( its bc I have poor spatial awareness btw)

The thing is, I finally feel confident enough to see my drawings in other formats (plushies notwithstanding)

And the first samples I ordered were a fail, mostly because the colors don’t look right! Not because my drawings aren’t pretty enough, instead it’s because they are too dark and saturated.

Maybe the color profile I use isn’t the correct one? Idk. The thing is, despite I “wasted money” in the samples because they don’t look like they should, I feel It wasn’t a waste at all. It feels good to see my drawings finally in the format I envisioned them to be.

Next time I order samples I will take special care in checking the color profile and look at the mock up (most of them look “normal” but when you click the okay button , the product it shows you has the “real colors”)

[lamortwrites]

Every day my Labrys as reincarnated GW au grows stronger

[yappacadaver]

tmi time but i have one boob trying to come back, the other one's kinda fucked tho ToT but unfortunately the nipple that survived is on the side that's not comin back 😩😩😩

[idreamofneonsheep]

Being a writer is so fun because every day I wake up and think that I could absolutely write a fourth wing or a lightlark in like 3 months, market it on tiktok, and then not have to worry abt my student loans

And then I remember I don't want to contribute to the shitty state of fantasy and such so I'd actually just spend a billion years making a good book and my debt would continue festering

[apheliia]

hydrangeas (the name of my demon slayer fic!) snippet upon ye... since chapter 1 is like, insanely long, i can afford to give you guys a big snippet teehee. @soleillunne

“Onee-chan! Onii-chan, look!” the brighter of the twins, Muichiro, exclaimed as he ran up to them, stumbling cutely to a stop before thrusting his arm outwards and up towards them. In it, a little flower was clasped. “It’s for you!” Amusedly trailing behind the boy were both parents and his slightly older brother, whose hand was held only somewhat securely in his mother’s. They waved with a bright smile at their parents before turning their attention back to their brother and kneeling down. “Aw,” they cooed. “Thank you Mui. That’s really sweet.” “Yuichiro has one too, but he’s too shy to give it to you,” the boy commented as he gently, gingerly placed the flower behind their ear. “Oh?” they replied, a teasing lilt in their voice as they curiously shifted their gaze from the youngest twin to the eldest. Yuichiro puffed out his slightly flushed cheeks with childish irritation that they had to actively restrain themselves from cooing at. “Is that so?” “Don’t say that, Muichiro,” Yuichiro huffed, shaking his hand free of his mother’s grip and reluctantly shuffling over to them. “Here,” he murmured, tucking his flower behind their other ear. They stared. Yuichiro knew instantly that he was in trouble. ‘Trouble,’ of course, meaning nothing serious–only that they were going to relentlessly tease him until the event became overshadowed by other tease-worthy occurrences. “You know, that’s cute,” they teased, hands reaching out and gently patting each of their heads, “you guys are the cutest.”

[helladventurers]

yessssss I found a rom of smt strange journey that works correctly on my R4 🥳 expect some live blogging as I replay it

[levaagrace]

I’m going to write a JonMartin that is SO separated and that will NEVER EVER EVER get back together.

[thek1ngtalks]

"I'm sorry."

The Wanderer had imagined this day often. A purple sky crackling with blue thunder. Mother's sword cast away from her, lying at his feet but unneeded, his sword already pressed to her throat. His mother, with a defeated kneel, and words that sounds like begging.

"I'm sorry."

Here, in reality, she hesitates. Her throat is not held to a deadly blade, the skies are not darkened with his rage. His mother, sitting quietly, a rigid, unbendable line in her spine that betrays her puppet's inhumanity. She does not know what to call him, that is why she hesitates.

When she left him in that domain, he had been nameless, without purpose nor the gnosis he'd been made for. Mother has probably heard of the countless aliases that refer to him, but she does not know which to say. He doesn't know if he'd prefer Scaramouche, being what he's most used to. He does not know if he likes the name the most, but he does not like it the least.

He's loath to image her calling him Wanderer, a cop out, or Balladeer, a title and not a name. Even briefly thinking of the name 'Kunikuzushi' falling from her lips makes his vision red. The ambition behind the name, he hasn't quite abandoned yet, but the memories behind it are more sensitive.

In the end, she says none of them. Just as always, resigned to the easiest option: giving up before even trying. Just as she did with Inazuma.

Just as she did with him.

"I'm sorry."

Her voice is soft, which is unlike her. Nothing about Mother is soft or warm. She is the sudden explosion of superheated water, the rising of hair before thunder strikes. The thunder itself, jagged edges and all. Her touch is a taunting, cold and impersonal thing. Even before put her consciousness into a puppet, she had been cold.

He thinks of a distinct difference in his mother, once, when Yae Miko visited. Mother had been kinder, softer. Happier with the conniving fox than her own son.

It's that last one, perhaps, that tips him over the edge. His mind, tightroping over the Chasm of his fragile psyche, was always too weak. Built to break.

Memories have always stirred up something unique in him. The Wanderer is used to nostalgia, being over 500 years old, but this is not that. This is bittersweet, stuck to his teeth like a poison. Rotting his tongue, staining his teeth bloody.

"I'm—"

"Shut up," He says, closer to a howl maybe. It startles both of them. He clears his throat, something viscous clogging it. "Why are you here?"

Here, in the Traveler's odd teapot. A large collection of islands, filled to the brim with structures and the mansion stuffed with decorations and clutter. They had invited him despite everything that should've driven them apart.

Mother hesitates, turning her head, scanning for something. She doesn't find it and her gaze returns to him. Haltingly, she says, "The Traveler... invited me. I was not... They did not inform me you'd be present."

"Why? Wouldn't have come if you'd known?" The Wanderer's teeth are sharp, a change Dottore made. They cut his tongue when he grins. For as vile as his smirk is, a potent Harbinger smile, his mother is the Electro Archon. Even if he cut through her with her own sword, he's more likely to find anger and disgust then fear.

"That's not what I meant," Softly, again. It is disgusting.

"Shut up," He says again, calmer. It is a testament to his growth, he supposes, that he did not immediately try to kill her. "I don't care.

If it were a few weeks away---hell, a few days ago, maybe he could convince himself that was true. However, somewhere between getting the shit kicked out of him and facing the collective of all of Teyvat's knowledge, The Wanderer came to terms that he may always care. A fact that was just as disgusting, if not more, than the sullen look on Mother's face.

She is quiet for a long moment, as if expecting for him to say something to break that silence. There is a painful naivety to that expectation. It has never been more apparent to him just how big of an effect spending hundreds of years isolated in her mind could have.

"I'm sorry," She whispers. Weak, pathetic. Everything like him.

Mother says it like she thinks he hasn't heard. He has. He has been waiting for a day like this for centuries.

Cruelly, his mind says 'So has she.'

The Wanderer is just as cruel as his mind is so he replies, "I don't forgive you."

The cracked look on Mother's face is almost worth his own heartbreak.

[twcfaces]

@dramatisperscnae re : here

"That sounds about right - Two-Face would never pass up a chance for doublespeak."

[crossdressingdeath]

I love how I start playing DAO again for the first time in ages and immediately get hit with combat lag so bad that my spells don't land until after combat finishes. I have never had combat lag before. Are you sulking, DAO? Are you sulking because I stopped obsessing over Dragon Age to play a different fantasy RPG? I'm going back to BG3 if you don't sort your shit out, DAO.

[multifandomlandfill]

Watching the death note musical and man, I just want to give Light some tea and terrible unlicenced therapy.