#oh lettie

[suntails]

the weight of family and the pull of gravity

[llondonfog]

i'm still in absolute awe over my commission from @cozymochi !!! thank you again so much for bringing to life my vision of prince!silver and his fae bodyguard!!! <333333

[pallanophblargh]

I feel like I owe everyone an explanation for my near social media death (hiatus is a better word I guess). Suffice to say my motivation/focus hit an all time low, and a couple of very well placed distractions didn’t help keep me on track. On the other hand, despite all of the… shit out there… my mental health otherwise feels better. Or as well as it can in the absence of energy and motivation. Can’t have it all!

I have managed to get a little done after all this time. Two comms on the slab and a new friend on the way. My fingers are crossed for a lot of things, and I gotta fight to keep putting in the work!

[blablabla798]

oh no I just confessed my love to Lettie

[forgottenimp]

totally normal backrooms decorations

[soul-of-cinduh]

Chat, I'm locked in... dear God...

You can snog me AND my pogwall anytime ;))))

[frameconfessions]

I wanna bring Lettie into the future (with her consent) and show her all the new animals she hasn't seen yet in a post-Orokin Empire origin system.

[nik2blog]

Every time I see a new retcon from the Fast & the Furious franchise happen (especially in 8, 9 and now 10) I'm always like...

"...Letty's ALIVE?

"...there was a BABY?"

"...there was a BROTHER?"

"...Han's ALIVE?"

"...there was an ABUELA!!"

... THE WHOLE TIME?!!

[snowberry-pie]

game time. if your ocs were popular fictional characters how exactly would fandom violently butcher and misinterpret their characters

[sonicdjam]

ANARCHY FANTASY:

Perfect Cherry Blossom.

[suntails]

collab artwork i did for my beloved friend @llondonfog's fic in the horror zine!!! it was such an honor to work on a collab together and i couldn't have asked for a more fun experience!!! <3 go read her fic and leave comments/kudos, it's a treat!

LINK TO FIC

[llondonfog]

OK so Baul and Lilias friendship lives in my mind rent free, so I think that a few days after silver gets sick for the first time and mama and papa zigvolt manage to teach lilia the proper way to care for a sick infant after he comes over to their house tembling with poorly restrained panic, Baul goes over with v little persuasion from his daughter to check up on them.

What he sees is a happy and healthy Silver just quietly smiling up at him from Lilias arms while Lilia is passed out in his rocking chair fevered and red from catching baby's first cold.

Baul immediately assigns himself caretaker duties, doesn't even bother trying to move Silver from Lilias arms and instead just picks them both up to deposit them both in Lilias bed for a proper nap before checking the fridge for tomato soup ingredients.

When he first heard from his daughter that Lilia— Lilia Vanrouge, the once General of the Right, feared commander of the fae armies and scourge of humankind— had adopted a human child and had been caring for it for several months now, Baul had roared with laughter so hard that he split a scale wide open on his cheek.

It was certainly a poor excuse for a joke, the very kind of rumor that the castle fae still bitter over Lilia's persistent existence four hundred years later might spread. The very idea that Lilia, Lilia Vanrouge, would debase himself to care for a human child not of his blood, to stoop so low as to toil over its screeching and wailing demands when he had bathed in the screams of its own kind with a mad vengeance after the tragedy of Lady Meleanor . . . not even four hundred years of honeyed peace was enough to sweeten that wound.

Time, it seemed, had forgotten what was so cruelly emblazoned in the very depths of Baul's mind, in Lilia's own memories, and the nightmares of all those surviving fae who stalked the forests during those blood-soaked nights. Those born in kinder years had never known the horror of human avarice, and even his own daughter had taken up residence with one of their kind despite her father's immense displeasure, simpering, soft-hearted fool that her husband was.

At least, to Baul's proud credit, their lineage rippled strong and true through his grandchildren— and with his daughter due any day under the weight of a third, he's only too certain for another healthy, bouncing, scaled Zigvolt.

So when she had simply stared back at him with crossed arms and an arched brow while he had laughed and laughed and laughed, a sinking kind of horror began to creep into his heart— surely . . . she wasn't serious?

Months— hardly the blink of an eye for faekind, but everything to humans. Months, Lilia had kept a child for several months, and not once had tried to rid himself of it? Not once tried to deposit it upon the stoop of a human village and wipe his hands clean of the responsibility of child-rearing? He had been taking advice from Baul's daughter and her wisp of a husband on how to pacify and coddle it? He had barged into their home, fretful beyond measure with a colicky babe clutched in his arms, and all but demanded them to cure the child?

("Or what?" Baul found himself asking, utterly bewildered and needing to find some kernel of normalcy in the fact that surely Lilia had menaced his daughter's husband some into obeying his whims.

"Or nothing, Father," she said, the taunting ghost of a knowing smile playing about her lips. "In all the years that I've known him, I've never seen him quite so distraught. He stayed by the crib all night, frozen— we had to tell him it was alright to breathe and to hold Silver's hand if he wanted, it was as if he was afraid to hurt him.")

Silver? Lilia, afraid? Holding the hand of some human child?

It simply couldn't be true.

It couldn't be, this had to be some elaborate, poorly executed prank.

He clung to that belief even as his daughter shoved a bundle of medicine, food, and knitted blankets into his arms with the stern instruction to deliver them to Lilia's home (Home! He had never heard the forest cottage to be described in such terms! The place was a hovel, a storage shed for Lilia to dump his treasures before venturing off to the next location, how could it be considered a home?).

He clung to it even as he emerged from the woods to the path that led up to the cottage's door, casting unnerved glances to the strange and new abundance of woodland creatures skulking about the thatched roof and scampering along the thick tree trunk supporting the cottage like a lean-to, soft little animals that would have darted away in fright from Lilia's presence before Baul's own.

He clung to it until he could no more, when he threw open the cottage door with an odd tightness in his chest to see his oldest friend collapsed on a worn and lumpy armchair with a honest-to-goodness human baby snuggled safely within his arms and sucking happily on a stray piece of ruby-stained hair. Beyond them, a soothing glow flickered in the fireplace where a kettle of milk quietly steamed, and the scattered presence of cloth toys littered the living room floor along with (Baul shuddered) well-thumbed pamphlets, their covers illustrated with the cheerful faces of frolicking human children.

What had this child done to Lilia Vanrouge?

[thena0315]

[jutenium]

Justiman mermaid!au (syren!au??)

Some lor explained below the cut:

Imagine Justin, who has just had a fight with his brother and is pacing back and forth along the coast in a lump of anger and impulsiveness, rubbing his hair with both hands in frustration and muttering something very unhappy

And Ben, AS IT HAPPENED, at that moment was watching him (not for the first time) from behind the water column (insidiously close to its surface)

Justin is a genius who, during his brain storm, decided that water as a bastion of calm should actually calm him down, and so without any warning, he just dove into the fucking sea (or whatever it is) right next to where Ben was

AND JUST THESE TWO PAIRS OF FRIGHTENED EYES LOOKING AT EACH OTHER

Ben experiences death and birth and death again, Justin experiences "WHAT A BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF ART??? WHO ARE YOU AN UNKNOWN, MOST LIKELY PREDATORY AND DEADLY CREATURE FROM THE DEPTH OF THE WATER??? LET'S BE FRIENDS" (the diplomatic instinct of the prince mode on)

(he didn't want to become friends so much as he came to the conclusion that when you are in the territory of an unfamiliar creature that hasn't yet eaten you, it is best to show loyalty and establish friendly relations)

They quickly become friends (yeah, it's actually happening) because Ben listens very sincerely to the prince's troubles and has a damn good voice when he tells about his nerdy sea stuff, something new and unusual that Justin, with his restlessness, really misses in his life

Justin is someone who unironically would like to go swimming with Ben so that he can see all these amazingly beautiful things Ben talks about

[panicsimss]

After a very long hiatus, I've decided to check in on the ol' La Goule save. With a bit of a timeskip, there are two new additions to the family! Sophie had a (ghost) baby girl with Dante, and she's also adopted a cat named Reaper.

[lokh]

when i finished reading the book i just sat there for a few minutes