#not exactly what you asked for

[semisolidmind]

What about an eyeless monster who's love has to lead them around like a guide 🥺 something something putting their entire trust into their partner to control where they go safely

(this one ran away from me story-wise)

a woman, a prisoner of war and disgraced concubine (as in, wouldn’t let the prince lay a hand on her willingly), is sentenced to lead the blind god wherever he is needed. though he sent the last king to his death, the god gives good advice to those not of the royal bloodline; farmers, merchants, and others of humble origin and noble intent may seek his counsel and receive good luck.

a god of foresight of wisdom was captured by an evil king to aid him in his conquests. in a vulnerable moment, the god was forced into shackles and dragged to the capital like the cattle he resembled.

the god, after gaining the king's trust, advised the ruler to go to a peace negotiation with a rival nation, promising that he’d be successful; it was a trap, and the king was slaughtered. the kings' son demanded the gods' sight be taken, though he couldn’t afford to outright kill the old beast lest a curse fall upon him.

bound to the creature by holy brand and magiked golden lead, the woman learns of every misdeed and injustice the rulers of the land are guilty of, and plans to help the god regain his sight and power in order to overthrow them. she becomes his high priestess, and as his most loyal follower, the key to his re-ascension. he’s among the very few who will speak to her in her native language; she’s the only one who knows of his true name, and he of hers.

together, they will bring the kingdom to its knees.

[luimagines]

the chain with a reader who is self-conscious about their singing voice?

Oh sure!! Why not?

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"A gentle breeze... from Hushabye Mountain softly blows by Lullaby Bay..." You sang softly under your breath. It was a comfort song from your youth, one that you had committed to memory.

It was undoubted a lullaby and sometimes it was the only thing that could get you fall asleep, even if you had to sing it to yourself.

But you didn't want anyone to hear you.

You had been awake, tossing and turning for what felt like hours without any respite from your chaotic thoughts. You sighed again, letting your eyes closed as the melody plays in your mind.

"It fills the sails of boats... that are waiting... Waiting to sail... your worries away..." You find yourself yawning. "It isn't far from Hushabye Mountain... and your boat waits down by the key... "

You snuggle deeper into your blanket. The boys are quiet around you. You're sure that they're sleeping already. You try to sing quieter, not wanting to wake them up.

"The winds of the night... so softly are sighing... Soon they will fly... your troubles to sea... So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain. Wave goodbye to to cares of the day..." You can already feel yourself nodding off. "And watch your boat... from Hushabye Mountain... sail far away... from Lullaby Bay..."

You had thought that would have been enough. You no longer have the energy to keep the song going, even if you aren't fully asleep yet.

Someone else starts singing. It's a lower voice, soft but gentle.

"It seems like only yesterday... you were just a child at play... now you're all grown up inside of me..."

Your heart begins to pound, the shock of the fact that someone had heard you spikes your adrenaline. The efforts you've made to sing yourself to sleep were dashed in a single moment.

"Oh, how fast those moments flee... Once we watched a lazy world go by..."

You focus instead on who might have heard you. That doesn't like Warrior and you doubt Time would have sung anything even if he heard you. Sky was still dead asleep.

"Now the days seem to fly... life is brief, but when it's gone... love goes on and on... love will live... love will last... love goes on and on and on..." The voice continues. The soothing sounds by the fire were a caress to your senses. The tender tones of the voice were enough to calm your worried mind back into a limbo of conciousness.

You know you slept through multiple shifts at this point. By the stars- it still could have been any of the boys!

"Once we watched a lazy world go by... Now the days seem to fly... Life is brief, but when it's gone..."

You yawned for a third time and felt your head grow heavier. You couldn't fight it. Maybe they were just returning the favor. It was late. And so many of the others were still asleep. For all you knew it was just you and this mysterious voice that couldn't pin down.

You elect to ignore the panic in your mind. You're tired now.

You fall asleep.

"Love goes on and on..."

[clockwork-ashes]

Hi ! I saw you're looking for Eris fic plot points and I am obsessed with this man !! What about just like how we all picture Eris asking Tamlin for the favor of taking Lucien into tye spring court, we have Tamlin asking Eris to hind someone important to him in Autumn ? Even though autumn isn't the safest, tamlin doesn't have many allies 😬 maybe reader is Tamlins sister ? This is a super rough idea lol but I hope it might get your creative justices flowing !

hello lovely anon 😊 inspiration has STRUCK thank you for sending this in. i am working on an eris in spring court one-shot 🩷

[bonesandthebees]

one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[crow-caller]

Getting a suspicion this book isn't very good

Lightlark3 is somehow. How do I put this. Worse. The prose is really, really bad, and Aster operates on a baseline of having 'pretty bad prose'

Gee, I wonder if writing and releasing skyshade, plus writing her new adult book, plus a new bonus lightlark book and the 4th due next year... might be resulting in even less editing?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

He is at his limit.

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[erinwantstowrite]

can you draw steph and bitty peter pleaseee? thank you!

lemme knock the both of these out in one go:

[itsdefinitely]

i see that you like hermitcraft… thoughts on the new season so far?

i liked it when this happened

[potato-lord-but-not]

Arthurs evil corset ignorance condemns him to no descriptions of how John looks

idk why I found this so funny but I had to draw it. kinda. I lost the plot a bit

[clarkgriffon]

JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT & SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR IN I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER (1997) dir. Jim Gillespie

[gideonisms]

"don't walk alone at night as a woman" "don't live alone as a woman" "don't try to buy a car by yourself as a woman" damn it's almost like people just don't want women to do things

[scorchrend]

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[dykedvonte]

I haven’t really talked about Jimmy’s hallucinated version of Polle but I do subscribe to the idea that that is the closest thing to Anya’s true thoughts and feelings along with the representation of the hypothetical baby.

Text color, the whole horse attraction and monsters based on pregnancy/female anatomy, it joking about calling Jimmy old man? It’s both Jimmy purposely trying to ignore Anya and what he did but also not being able to cause he knows, in the back of his mind it all links back to her. But the closet thing he can accept about it is that it fostered something that would be undoubtedly linked to him.

It’s not exactly Anya and it’s not exactly the child. It’s his manifestation of all the things he would’ve failed doing for it and have already failed to take responsibility for. He failed as a decent person, a captain and he would’ve failed as a father which are all things Anya would subtly acknowledge throughout the game in little ways.

It specifically being Polle, the mascot to the Pony Express is more likely a call back to how the pony express is used to mean things that were never going to make it or were rearing for an end. It’s all symbolic and it’s all in Jimmy’s head because he refuses to acknowledge the real person and events his subconscious is basing it on.

[cubbihue]

Would the Hazel puppet we see in a few of the shows episodes be a kind of very basic changeling? Its obviously made out of way less unwishes than Chimmy but the similarities are too striking to be ignored.

YES! YES IT ISS.

Hazel's puppet is a very basic changeling. So basic, that it's only purpose is to complete one specific set of actions. When those actions are done, it disappears! It's quite literally and physically a sock puppet.

The differences between Hazel's changeling and Timmy's changeling is that their lifespans and construction is different. They serve different purposes.

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More information about changelings that's ultimately just world building ramblings. Lotsa paragraphs.

Hazel's changeling is short lived, low on unwishes, and more specific to the job.

Her changeling is a one-and-done tool. It only has to do one thing. "Distract the Teacher." "Distract the Mother." So it doesn't need a lot of unwishes, it just needs enough to do its job! As a result, it is made of low quality cloth, it can't verbalize, and it doesn't make its own actions.

Hazel's changeling favors Perceptional Magic. This is why Mr. Guzman doesn't recognize that Hazel's changeling isn't Hazel. He can't see that it's made of felt and sticks. It's constantly pooling out perception magic to warp how its being viewed.

For this reason, the changeling doesn't actually need as much connections as Timmy's does. It can exist by itself, or with Hazel, so long as it has just enough Unwishes to keep it alive. Maybe not stable, but, alive.

By contrast, Timmy' changeling is on the opposite end of this spectrum.

Timmy's changeling is a continuous tool. It must persist and adapt and grow. "Go to school" "Get a job" "Find a partner". It needs many unwishes to face many situations and scenarios. So the changeling has a more difficult build.

The magic it favors is different. Timmy's changeling requires Environmental Magic. People see it for how it looks. It has human skin and can speak the human tongue. But what it requires is a suitable environment. Otherwise, people will know it for what it is. Wooden and hollow.

The more developed and high-tech the Changeling is, the less it's recommended for it to see it's real counterpart. The bigger the amount of Unwishes, the more you want it to be stable and calm. Especially when that changeling's job is "Be Human".

[vaguely-concerned]

thinking about not only the specific people lucanis pulls in to represent the 'locks' in his psyche, but the storytelling that happens in the structure/order of them. the underlying ideas are presented something like:

the lucanis who went into the ossuary never came back out again; he died down there (the boy caterina raised is gone forever) -> you're putting yourself in danger doing this (by being close to me), you should leave because I can't bear it if you get hurt because of me -> it doesn't matter even if we do try this, it won't work anyway (again because of me) ('you know what he's like, you can open the door but he won't walk through it' :'( oofie doofie) -> what if the real secret is that there was never anything but the monster in here from the beginning. you should leave, there was never anything here worth saving in the first place. (implicitly: what if I deserved what happened, all along.)

it runs pretty cleanly from outward-oriented attachment anxiety ('caterina won't even want me back like this, she won't recognize me (the same way I no longer recognize myself)) and gradually deeper inwards until we reach self-image and self worth. or you know, the harrowing basic lack of it lol.

"careful -- they'll know we're not right," spite says in one of their first scenes... but clearly, some very deep part of lucanis has feared or suspected for much longer than that that there's something inherently not right at the core of him, way before any demon entered the picture. and the voice he gives those lines to is the person who should know him better than anyone in the world, who he has loved more than anyone in the world -- and who deliberately chose to hurt him so horrifically anyway. 'It's better if I'm just a monster and deserved what happened than it is to allow for the idea that the brother I love doesn't really exist and maybe never did'. it's better if he's fundamentally flawed in some way that needed fixing to help him survive, and that's why caterina chose to hurt him again and again -- out of love. (this one I think he might have a very sad wakeup call on one day if he ever ends up with the responsibility and care of a child of his own in some way and realizes just how alien the idea of ever intentionally hurting them for any reason is to him. oh buddy. also interesting that he keeps caterina as the outermost lock -- there IS a distance he keeps there that he hasn't with illario. he doesn't resent her 'anymore' he says, but he also keeps her carefully further away from his deepest self.)

as far as I could tell the only note in the mind prison that's fully hidden and needs to be uncovered is the sad painful helpless stupid little truth that even after all this, even knowing what happened... he still loves his brother. is there anything illario could ever do that would make lucanis completely stop loving him, do you think? sometimes the trouble with unconditional love is that it is, well. unconditional, even when some terms and conditions probably would have been in order haha.

that's the pattern you see there again and again; he would rather destroy and abandon and imprison himself at every turn than let go of love, even when it's just scraps, even when there's only ever enough of it to hurt him. it's only when rook shows up and as it were takes his hand and walks along with him that he can entertain the idea of changing the story of what walking out the door might mean in the end.