#ough thin brushes...

[seaspriteclan]

i am changing the style to an easier one for me to draw in after the FIRST moon because AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i did NOT expect it to be this time consuming so if you see the style change after the first moon dont worry about it :) (its only gonna be the brush i use and how i line i think)

[todayisafridaynight]

#i genuinely do think he's naturally one of the cutest dudes on earth he just has a face like that yk#was very funny watching kinpika and seeing him play this serious character and He Did An EPIC Job Dont Get It Twisted but still...#what are you doing here... you should be off somewhere being silly...

FUNNIEST POSSIBLE TAGS BECAUSE AT THE TIME I WAS STARTING THE FIRST EPISODE OF THE TRAVEL NURSE. AND. PLEASE WITNESS MY JOURNEY

I've redacted things so as to not spoil ENTIRELY just in case but. Literally Arakawa Nurse AU TO ME I'm SORRY it's how you start off thinking he's just gonna be this cute silly old man but As It Turns Out he's kind of a sicko [affectionate] with an incredibly strong morals... not TOO much of a sicko just enough to be chilling... and no one gets what the fuck he's trying to do up until he explains it and then it's like Oh Okay You're Insane... But It Worked Out So I Guess It's All Good... And also tell me this is not an Arakawa And Ichiban Type Interaction...

Perfect role for Nakai I sweaaar 'cause he gets to be cute And serious And a weirdo And--

Also just fun because I've mentioned how Tsutsumi would want to be a lumberjack if he could switch jobs on a whim like in Y:LAD, but Nakai said he'd want to be a doctor so he could help people more tangibly than he can as an actor... it's like that bit in The Deer King when Van chops wood yk it just makes me smile...

So anyway... first show I'll be subbing myself since I'm very much hooked and the only option right now is to machine-translate subs to English...

ALL OF THAT ASIIIIIDE very very very excited for the Ikumi fic :]]]]]] WHICHEVER COMES FIRST, THAT OR MY NEXT ASK... SEE YOU THEN...

CRYINNGGGG HES PERFECT..... ALSO WEEPING AT THE DR KANZAKI BIT WHY IS HE LITERALLY JUST

ABSOLUTELY EXCITED to see this if you share the subs..... im making grabby hands........

[a-driftamongopenstars]

still reflection; crow ficlet

inspired by this amazing art that i just can't stop thinking about. ough? introspective crow, mostly about fikrul, but also about identity and choices. also on ao3 tagging @anactualmoth as promised 👀 might not be quite what you expected but 😅 i had some thoughts

The bathroom is filled with translucent clouds of steam as Crow steps out of the shower stall. His skin has acquired a purplish tint, scrubbed clean and raw of the dark Ether. 

He brushes his hair back, running his palm down his neck. It does not hurt, yet the pressure is still there, a memory of Fikrul holding him. He believes deep down that Fikrul did not want to hurt him, simply couldn’t. He escaped by what one could only call an intervention by the Guardian. And even so, Crow wishes he could talk to Fikrul again. To make him see reason, to pull him over the thin line. Their bond has transcended all the laws of physics, for how else could it be when Uldren brought to life a dead thing.

Crow’s guts clench as he thinks of the Traveler, of himself, a dead thing.

He remembers his discussions with Fikrul. They were often lengthy, in-depth. They talked of the nature of things, of devotion, of dependance. Crow remembers his voice going hoarse from talking, the endless talking. Fikrul’s ever patient listening. His hoarse plea, “Father”.

Crow shakes his head and lets out a shaky breath.

Condensation drips down the tiles of the bathroom, reflecting what little light there is. The mirror above the sink is murky, and Crow brushes his fingertips across it, revealing a reflection of his eyes. Bright, golden, they stare at him, and for a moment it is the eyes of someone else.

Someone who was mad, who’s heart was mangled by the Darkness and compassion that could not find purchase. Who, for all intents and purposes, had good intentions, and with them paved the road to hell.

Crow blinks at his reflection.

“You did this,” he mutters. Yes, he tells himself. Look into your own eyes, don’t you dare looking away. 

He reminds himself he can fix it. He will try, again and again. This is something he and Uldren have in common. That streak of unhealthy stubbornness, a goal set in mind and heart - and the path towards it, per aspera ad astra.

Crow shakes his head, he reminds himself that he is Uldren. Where there were two, there is only one now, holding both memories close to heart and mind. Balancing between two truths. Memories connected with a fine web of light and darkness, promises and decisions.

Guilt is gut-wrenching, guilt is a knife. He avoids thinking about questions that are worth asking. Did he do this to Fikrul? Is this all his fault? Is this something he must pay a price for? Was one not enough?

Crow stares back into the mirror, the soft overlay of mist dissipating, letting him see more of himself despite the darkness. He feels exposed, even in this small bathroom, with four walls pressing around him. Crow feels stripped of his defences. The reflection of him is gaunt and melancholic. 

For a moment he hesitates, then reaches to where his hair is brushed back. He carefully moves it, allowing the strands that have slightly dried to fall over his eye. Familiar, unchanging. Still him. Someone that Fikrul wanted to see. Someone that he had to leave behind.

He looks at his reflection firmly. Pulls the hair back and away. Unobstructed, candid. Still him.

Crow feels the choices in his palm, laid out from the moment he wished Fikrul into the world of the living. His responsibility. His wayward child. He only hopes he would not have to end that particular wish in a pool of ether-touched blood.

[discordiansamba]

ough. the implication that if the gaang had found zuko later in the lee from the tea shop au that he'd just be fucked. prince zuko never makes it out of ba sing se.

it's so deliciously fucked up.

like, it's obviously not the path i'm going because like. the slow recovery from the brainwashing? chef's kiss. love that shit. but just. thinking for a moment of a world where katara never visits that tea shop. prince zuko just vanishes from history entirely.

katara and sokka visit ba sing se. they're in their late twenties. they're visiting the middle ring when a little black-haired girl basically just barrels into katara. her father hurries over and scoops her up, and apologizes. i am so sorry. she wasn't watching where she was going. izumi, apologize to these nice people.

katara laughs and assures him it was no big deal. he looks faintly familiar, but not in a way she can place. she tells him that his daughter is very pretty, and he beams with pride. he introduces himself as lee. he owns a tea shop in the middle ring. you two should come by sometime. he'll give you a free cup as an apology.

and well. sokka's never said no to free. so of course they visit the tea shop. he honors his free cup of tea promise. katara is very pregnant with tenzin at the time and is happy to make a new mom friend in the form of lee's equally pregnant wife, jin. they talk over tea, and have a lovely time.

katara recommends the tea shop to everyone. she feels a little guilty the first time she brings aang there. oh. she really should have warned lee first. it's easy to forget sometimes, just how famous her husband is. they end up never visiting ba sing se without visiting the tea shop. lee and jin become their friends- and honestly? they're kind of lifesavers. neither of them mind babysitting at the drop of a hat. their two daughters- izumi and meiko- become friends of their own children in the process.

meiko surprises everyone by firebending.

it's fine, though. everyone knows there's no way jin would be unfaithful. it's probably just one of those weird quirks that happens sometimes. and hey- they know a lot of great firebending teachers who can help her. lee is so proud of his youngest daughter- he's proud of both of his daughters, really. he's a great dad.

("i learned a lot from my own father," lee tells them, "-he was a great man.")

lee and jin have a third child on the way. the gaang makes sure to drop in when she's near her due date. they've just entered the shop when they hear a crash from the back, and they all rush into the kitchen. jin is on the floor, clutching her stomach. katara realizes what's happening and barks out orders. it's a breech baby. don't worry, katara assures her. i can handle this.

it's a boy. his eyes are pure gold. she hands the newborn to his father, and lee takes him and looks at him with wonder in his face. he kisses his forehead and thanks katara. he crouches next to jin, and they marvel at their son together. lee brushes his hair out of the left side of his face and-

-katara abruptly realizes they'd never seen the left half of his face before. he was burned in a house fire when he was a child, she knows.

he does have a burn. it's stretched over the left half of his face, forcing his left eye into a thin slit. his eyebrow is missing. his left ear is crumpled. the patch right around his eye is redder than the rest of it. it's a scar she would know anywhere.

it's zuko's scar.

[gravesung]

🪵🪵🪵 :0 !!

positivity meme! send 🪵 and i'll say a positive thing about my own blog

ZAG WHEN I GET U!!!!!!! WHEN I GET U!!!!!! (/lh)

ough oh man — mm... i'm gonna say it, i'm gonna be nice to myself. i'm proud of my geto portrayal !!!! :o it's hard sometimes not to get insecure about the fact that i lean towards soft and angsty in the way i write him? because like... yes! i am fully aware that he Is A Villain. the arc of my opinion on geto has been a rollercoaster, starting with me absolutely DESPISING him. Hating his Guts, BOTH as a person and as a character. and tbh? probably would have continued to hate him had i not gotten invested in gojo, wrote seph against him, and fell in love with his relationship to geto via @chaoslulled's internal narration.

i started writing geto from the anchor of his younger self's relationship to gojo. with this in mind, i think it makes sense that my portrayal of him skews softer, because my interest in him skews towards the softer parts of him and the process of his fall rather than the result. his decisions led to where he is, yes, but so did the circumstances of his life; so did the terrible hand he was dealt. the tragedy of him is that he was capable of becoming a good person, and that moral complexity, the way he walks a razor-thin line, is what i like to pull at most. and i'm happy with that. :] he doesn't have to be bad bad bad all the time to be the most canon ever, nor should one completely brush off his evil and his inherent potential for evil. imo he doesn't get enough screentime to claim either of those things.

and i'm v happy with the way i draw the tragedy out of him and focus it in threads!!! can't forget the tragedy. >puts him in the meat grinder >puts him in the meat grinder >puts him in th

[lynaferns]

I'm going to make a list of my art traits and their possible counterparts (?)

(gonna be updating this whenever I come up with something or someone adds something)

Pointy edges -> round edges (this one's easy to come up with)

Brown lineart -> blue(?) lineart (or just black)

Crispy textured brush -> soft (?) brush

Thin lineart (usually) -> thick lineart

Autumn/warm colors (ough) -> mute(?) Cool colors(?)

Detailed/realistic -> cartoony/simple (ough... :'))

Shading and lineart in the same layer (don't know how to call it) -> cell shading (this anti-artstyle is gonna make me cry)

Wait, since my art is mostly the lineart, should the counterpart be mostly coloring? (I'm going to think about this)

That's all I can think of for now

[bluiex]

I'm still on my sculk!Cub and vex!Scar brainrot, but writing is hard. I hope you enjoy this lil bit of where I'm up to so far. <3 -J ---- “And just how many souls do you have stashed away?”

“Oh well, you know,” Scar waved a dismissive hand as he coolly regarded the man in front of him, though he kept his easy smile in place. “Just a couple for emergencies.”

Cub laughed, an odd distortion layering the laugh slightly like there was a quiet groaning behind the sound. “You can’t lie to me, man. Not about this. We can feel the mass of souls you hoard.” He stepped forward, breathing in deeply as he scented the air around the salesman.

Scar stepped back sharply, smile tightening slightly at the invasion of his personal space as he felt his back brush against the wall. “Really. I don’t necessarily see that it’s your business to know my business, and if there’s nothing you’re interested in making a deal for then I think you should really show yourself out.”

Quicker than seemed natural, Cub’s hand darted out, snatching Scar’s wrist and stepping back into his space, pinning the purple robed man against the wall. A lazy smile stretched across his face as thin veins of sculk began to spread from under his pale skin as his true form began to creep through. “I never said we couldn’t make a deal. And you definitely have something I want, all those souls you have stashed. They need to be shared, y’know?”

A sharp laugh cut from Scar, the noise drawing a slight head tilt of confusion from the sculk host. “Shared? I can maybe share. But I don’t think you’ll like what I have in mind.”

The lightly tanned skin of the sorcerer suddenly shifted to a pallid blue and his grin turned sharp and pointed with razor teeth. He slammed a now clawed hand into Cub’s chest, the scars and marks across the paling skin flaring a vibrant red as magic pulsed into the larger man, soul magic filling the empty shell of his body like a tidal wave crashing into a small boat on the ocean and overwhelming it.

OOOOOH THIS IS AMAZING

Ough Im obsessed with the way you write them. WAAAH I need more

Cub and Scar needa fight with their mouths on each other

[bumble-the-sun-bee]

ough okay-

So, how I draw fire is a little funky-

I usually use a soft edged brush because that's what works best for me and I lower the opacity of the brush itself to between 75% and 50%

Then, for colors, the center of the flame is the hottest so, it's usually the brightest so it'll be closer to white

Then, you clump up a bunch of dots (with a few outliers) and gradually introduced the more saturated colors. I usually clump the dots into lumpy versions of a fire

Then I use liquefy to swirl the colors a bit (this can also be done after this next part to shape the flames more too)

Next, I erase (with the same soft edge) certain parts where the fire would thin out, creating the classic fire look

Then, I duplicate the layer and use gaussian blur on both but at different intensity

The bottom layer will have less blur and the top layer will have more

Then I set both to the add/ screen layer blend setting and then bam

That's how I draw fire :p

I just had a cool idea-

Y'know how Mal can burst into flames? (He can control how much and where)

Halloween Mal looks like a demon-

So it would be so badass if he just made his arms(from the elbow to his hands) burst into flames and kept the rest normal

I'm a little extra silly today-

OUGHHHHHHH th at would be so sick actually omfg ouggghghggggg

[hellizens-aa]

Who’s this? It’s a wild Frosty! He hasn’t been out of his house much in a long while, huh? And now he’s wandering out and about through one of Pride’s parks, singing his heart out to himself while his footsteps leave little frosty hoofprints behind thanks to the very thin layer of ice on the bottom of his shoes. Occasionally he reaches out to briefly brush his fingers against the nearby flowers, which almost immediately freeze up after he leaves them behind.

“♪ Could have filled a ga-arden with all the flowers that you ga-ave me. But none of them were o-urs. You know the problem with history: it keeps coming back like we-eed. And when nothing feels eno-o-ough, at least you taught me how to love. How to lo-ove, lo-o-o-o-ove. But he keeps growing back like weeeeeeeeee-e-e-eeeeeed. Baby, just open your eyes to se-ee. He's growing from inside meeeeeeeeeee-e-e-eeeee. And I just don't know what I can do-o. I thought I cut him at the roooooooo-oooooot. Like weeeeeeeee-eeeeeeeds...like weeeeeeeee-eeeeeeeds...like weeeeeeeee-eeeeeeeds...ye-e-eah...ye-e-eah... ♫”

[jilyismyeverything]

“That’s a Good Look For You” Oh, Bollocks (Jily)

Another favorite chapter of mine I think i was starting to pick up James’ quick wit in this one :)

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The gaudy pink draperies fluttered next to Lily as she stared out the window of the banquet hall, sipping her champagne. She glanced back over her shoulder into the ballroom with a frowned, spotting Petunia and Vernon schmoozing with the tall, curmudgeonly man with the bushy mustache who was her new brother-in-laws boss. Her sister’s bony shoulders stood straight as she chatted with the boss’ slightly round wife, whose large hair almost blocked Lily’s view of Petunia. She lifted the glass to her mouth only to find it was empty. Her eyes rolled as she began the walk back to the open bar. Skirting the edge of the ballroom, she dodged various wedding guests as she finally reached the bar. 

The bartender looked up to see the familiar redheaded sister of the bride approaching the bar for her third--or was it fourth?--drink of the night. Propping his elbow on the bar he asked, “So, what’ll it be? Champagne again?” 

Lily took a moment to ponder the decision, eyebrows crinkling in thought, before responding. “No. Not enough buzz. Hit me with… a scotch. No rocks.” She set her empty champagne flute down on the bar with a clink as the young man turned to pour her scotch. In a moment he was turned back around with a lowball glass clinking in his hand. She took it from him, stared at it for a moment and then took a swig, scrunching her face as the liquor burned in her mouth.

“Thanks,” she said, nodding at the bartender as he gave her a slightly concerned smile. She stumbled a bit as she walked away from the bar only to be caught by a pair of strong arms.

“Ah, Lilyflower! I was wondering where you’d wandered off to! I was trapped in the midst of a stunningly fascinating conversation with your father. Explaining to me all the different types of fir trees, and which one is best for Christmas.” She faced him and sipped her scotch once more. 

“Woah, I see you’ve moved on from champagne. Are you… sure you want to keep drinking? At Petunia’s wedding?” His disheveled hair swayed as he moved to keep her from stumbling into a portly uncle as he passed by. “Why don’t we move over here…” He pulled her toward an empty table along the edge of the room, and upon reaching it and being downright assaulted by the vibrant pink frills decked with white roses, she stopped abruptly.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“What?”

“I said, no, I don’t think I want to sit down. I’vehaden-ough of this bloody wedding!” Lily hiccuped her way through the outburst, tossed back the rest of her scotch, and slammed the glass onto the table. She turned on her heel, leaving James to jog to catch up to her.

The seventeen year old boy glanced around, looking out for his girlfriend’s parents as he matched her pace. He was not quite sure they were aware that the open bar had served their slightly underage daughter, and was quite sure that upon a drunken display from Lily, his brilliant early impression on them would be ruined. 

“What’re you doing Lils?” he asked as she led them, or led herself rather, towards where Petunia and Vernon were still greeting guests. She only stopped once, briefly, to take yet another flute of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter, sipping it as she walked determinedly toward the newlyweds. James attempted to extricate the glass from her hand but failed as she swerved it away from him to take another drink. 

“I’m going to give my sister a piece of my mind, dammit! Where does she bloody hell get off on not including her own sister in the wedding party?” She turned and he barely stopped himself in time to avoid a collision. She spoke again, softer this time, and a tear began to roll down her rosy cheek. “I was supposed to be her maid of honor… All those years ago, before all of this wizarding business, we had it all planned. And it wasn’t any of this pink nonsense that Marge pushed on her. It was… beautiful and classic… and I was part of it.” James reached up to stroke her cheek, wiping away the small tear. 

“Now, her whale of a husband’s sister has hijacked our plans and wormed her way in, and I’ve barely gotten an invitation! Who the blooming hell does she think she is replacing me with Marge! No.” She brought the back of her hand to her face, wiping away the snot and tears and gently swiping her fingers under her eyelids to catch any runaway makeup. “No. I’m going over there right now and I’m going to make her look me in the eye and TELL me where it all went wrong. What I bloody did to deserve this.” 

She started off towards Petunia, James following quickly behind. The champagne glass teetered dangerously in her left hand and before it happened James saw it, but he was just a step too far away to prevent it. The broad, obnoxiously pink shoulder of Marge Dursley swung out into Lily’s path and before anyone could move the champagne had been flung down the front of her gown. The liquid soon spread downward, leaving behind a large darker spot in the deep blue material of Lily’s dress. The redhead stood frozen as the behemoth of a woman turned to assess the casualties of her wayward shoulder. Upon seeing Lily’s shocked expression and the growing spot on her gown, a smug smirk crept onto her face.

“Sorry, dear,” the large woman said snidely. “I didn’t see you there. I do hope the stain will come out.” 

The woman waddled away revealing Petunia, clad in her slim wedding dress looking apathetic and displeased. “James, would you mind escorting my sister somewhere where she can... clean up?” the thin woman said quietly, the words cutting the air like darts.

“We may just be off then, if it’s all the same to you. A lovely party, and congratulations. To you both,” he added awkwardly acknowledging the presence of the groom who had wisely chosen to stay out of the silent conflict, instead tossing Lily a disdainful look. 

“Thank you,” Petunia said brusquely, turning back towards her new husband and the relatives who were still lined up to talk with the happy couple.

Lily stepped toward her sister but James stopped her, whispering, “Please Lil, let’s just go.” It didn’t take much for the determination in her eyes to drop into defeat, and she slowly walked with him away from her prudish sister. 

The magical couple said their goodbye to Lily’s parents, referencing the time and an early train as their meager excuses. Lily’s heart cracked a bit at her mother’s expression, as it was one that seemed to finally acknowledge the severe distance between her two daughters. With a firm handshake for James from her father and a tight hug for her from her mum, the teenagers were off, back out to the front of the banquet hall.

Looking out into the cold night, they realized it had begun to rain. The two of them were still blocks away from the nearest safe point of apparition in the small muggle town and Lily let out an exhausted laugh at the utter disaster of the evening. Finally, James grabbed her hand and together they sprinted out into the downpour.

-

Upon arriving back at James’ mansion, where they were staying the night before returning to Hogwarts, Lily stopped in the entry to look at herself in the gilded mirror there. Her dripping red hair, her soaked dress, makeup running down her face. She sighed as she watched James step up behind her. 

“Well, at least the rain’s gone and blended in the champagne,” he offered in an attempt to lighten the mood. Unfortunately for him, his comment only prompted more tears from his still-drunk girlfriend as she began to push her fingers through her tangled hair. 

“Hey, hey, hey…” he said softly, wrapping his arms around her as he spoke. “Tonight was a terrible situation. I can’t even tell you how mad it makes me, the way Petunia treats you. But what I can tell you is that I love you, and I’m always, always, going to be here for you.” He brushed the hair out of her face and tilted her chin up with his index finger. “And, for the record, my wedding plans fully involve you. And absolutely no trace of the color pink, so…” 

She began to smile as he pulled her in closer and pressed a kiss to her rain-soaked temple. “Thank you, James.” He smiled as she grabbed his hand and began pulling him toward the large, wooden staircase. “That’s a good look for you actually, the whole ‘rain and champagne soaked evening wear’ look? You know, very mysterious. ‘Is it alcohol? Is it rainwater?’ Leaves everyone interested in the story you know.” She laughed for the first time that evening at his terrible humor and nestled into his side as they made their way up the stairs.

[swordkind]

thats,,, so many fancy pens,,, i have some fine 'marker' things someone got me and for lettering i use either those or occasionally papermate inkjoy pens (but they have to stay and dry for like a day before i can erase the pencil underneath which i hate) and i have some mildliners i also use for school theyre so nice!! occasionally i use these metalic markers from like target or smth i dont even dream of buying tombows or smth (i spend too much at the used bookstore). i do have two pretty nice fountain pens!! theres a medium and a fine but i write t i n y so even the fine is a little too thick at times i mostly use these cat pens my gf gave me a few of theyre like plastic i dont think theyre fancy at all but theyre so fine and smooth to write with?? hhh lovely and theyre nice colors and they have cute little cat faces!! i also have some stadetler (? idk how to spell that) triplus fineliners but theyre kinda dried out and the tips are a bit flattened (and i lost my favorite bright green one a few years ago :( it was the best one) anyway i love pens also and this was not meant to be so long ((ps: i have this like $8 bujo its yellow the brand is like taotree or smth and its so nice i use it for a planner so if youre looking for a cheap one its rly nice to use you can barely see my markers through it)

okay i typed out a whole massive response to u and then my laptop shut down so lets try again!!

hhmggm,,,,yeah,,,i,,,have so many pens hhsdkfsdkfdfgdfgn its terrible (i... may or may not have gotten even more today...) but honestly? none of them were super posh or expensive? the tombow dual tips were probably the biggest investment i’ve made (except for like. paper hsdfn) they’re like $30 off the shelf which is yeah a bit pricey but i got mine on black friday sale + w/ another 40% off coupon so they only came to abt $10 i think? michaels/ac moores usually has rlly good sales so i. would recommend taking advantage of them bc honestly they are the best markers i’ve used they are well worth it; the colors are excellent, the brush tips don’t wear out, they are a delight (but yea deffos try and get em while theres a sale goin on or 50% off coupon or smth). also the tombow fudenosuke brush pens are genuinely the best thing i’ve bought they are dirt cheap considering calligraphy pen prices ($5 or so for a set of two hardnesses) and they are. Really good probably some of the best affordable brush pens u can get they somehow manage to be fancy and cool but still inexpensive enough that i can get several sets to lose lol. they make brush lettering SO easy honestly. yeah hsdfsdfgdfgn. the microns,,,,,yeah they are,,,,fancy,,,and,,,terribly expensive,,, i have awful indulgent tastes and i have to have rlly fine tip pens for writing tho and micron makes the only consistently good quality fine tip pens that don’t break and go thick (literally i use an 005 tip hsdfsdfn) that i have found :-/ . also like, they don’t fade when u erase over them which is. a godsend tbh.

ooh midliners!!! i confess... i do not have a Single midliner... 😔 they always look rlly nice but they are never on my priority list smh but. sometime i will!!! they look rlly good for school stuff tho? like highlighting? the colors look SUPER nice i love the idea of highlighters in less... abrasive neon colors gsdnfsdgfng

oohh metallic is good!!! honestly i. genuinely. do. not have any metallic ones either im!! literally i keep meaning to get a good gold/silver one but i never get to it!! i had rlly nice silver + gold + white paint pens a bit ago but uh. one by one they decided to disembowel themselves, sometimes on my notebook in the middle of class -_- so. that. is my sad story w metallic ones gskdfdfng. (also i find it hard to find ones i rlly like? the gold always seems too dark, yk?) YESSS fountain pen SUPREMACY you are a gentlethem of GREAT taste and discernment (ough yea ikr tho they are just. almost thin enough but never quite.) omg i know those cat pens i think!!!! i was finna get some the other day!!! they are SO cute ahhh!!!! i think i had a totoro one (or similar one) a while back and yeah i know exactly what ur saying there is just. something abt the way they write that is. so good ;-; ooh what do u think of the staedtlers?? i’ve been eyeing em for a while but idk how fine they are/if i’d use the bright colors enough to make it worth it :/ but yeah!!! pens are!!!! really good!!!! hshdfsdnfne!!! (:O pen,,,,ur name,,,,,iM ::O eureka moment,,) 

(ahh tyy!!!! i’ve been looking for a new bujo and i hate doing it online b/c u can never tell whether the paper will bleed or not :( tyy!!!!!!)(hhhh this is already Very long but!! if u are looking for Good Paper!! i rlly rlly recommend rhodia brand paper? its kinda pricey, $9-12 (american) for a pad of 80 sheets or so but honestly it’s. SO good it’s rlly smooth and like, thin, but nothing ever bleeds thru , even fountain pen. it also holds colors WAY better than normal paper it makes the colors like 10 times more vibrant and it’ll never blur ur ink and make it smudgy it’s definitely definitely worth it i can’t say enough good things abt it. literally it will make ur lettering exponentially better)(also if u get the dot grid ones, the dots r like, light grey instead of Black and they’re v subtle v good) so!!! yeah!!!! that was long but!!! pens!!! :DD

[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 16

in which murphy nearly cries AGAIN over this fic AGAIN

Cinder didn't say anything. She returned that searching look, like she was wanting something too, like she believed Glynda held some key for her own soul.

HELP ME PLEASE GOD HELP

STOP!!!!!!!!!!!! STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE I BEG OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i GUESS WE HAVE THIS CHAPTER TOO. I GUESS. OH MY GOD. IM GONNA SCREAM.

we’re opening with florence + the machine lyrics and i LOVE me some florence which is the only thing helping me cope rn but HERE WE GO. WE JUST HAD PAIN. NOW IT’S TIME FOR. MORE, PROBABLY.

The room was cast in filtered blues that seemed to drown all other color, an abyss of night that stole the reds of Cinder’s dress, smothering her in wine-violet.

i once made an offal hunt bingo card that i should have been using the entire time (whoops) but add ‘colour theory’ to it somewhere. and also because i see violet i see glyndas colour am i onto smthng here,

ALSO:

She hadn't said a word beyond what was strictly necessary through the entire ride up to her little apartment.

glynda... have u been invited into a lady’s apartment,,,,,,,,, GLYN,,,,,,,,,, HAVE U PULLED,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, G L Y N D

The lights reflected in her eyes in discs, like screens, like cat’s eyes—shockingly yellow in all the somber blue.

OH

FUCK YEAH

FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT’S GLOWY EYES HOURS FUCK YEEEEEEEEEEEEAH

i have been WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT for like FOREVER oooooooh my god yes. YES. cinder yr PRETTY EYES. i love her. did i mention that. because i do,

Glynda had heard of Faunus taking blades to themselves, to try and hide their features and escape the ever-present eye of human oppression. To cut away ears and horns and tails, shearing parts of their own bodies in a desperate break for freedom.

i want to say something thats VERY 👈😢👈 because i. hrm. dont worry abt it. im filing it away. like glynda is. but in a sadder context.

‘whats sadder than this?’

dont ask,

That couldn’t happen. Glynda didn’t want that to happen. No matter the risk. No matter how Cinder would lash out.

OUGH,,, glynda if u start 2 care then cinder will start 2 care and thats a one way ticket on the pain train to gaytown. i, for one, am thrilled,

The response on Glynda’s tongue withered as Cinder, with little fanfare, lifted her dress over her head and laid it haphazardly across the dresser. When Cinder turned back around, the faint sliver of light found purchase in the thin chain around her neck and the jade pendant laid against her bare chest.

OH

OH SHIT

/crashing sounds

MA’AM,

im having to take a minute just give me a minute please give me a m in u te

It was impossible to tell whether Cinder noticed her sliding out to the left of her own body.

glynda, but slightly to the left,

HONESTLY ME TOO!!!!!!!!!!!! HELLO??????????????????? MA’AM

this bed sharing is the straw thats gonna break the murphy’s back. this is it. im gonna die.

Mindfully slow in the darkness, Glynda walked to the other side of the bed, folded her glasses onto the nightstand, and slid under the covers next to Cinder. A small space existed between them. Glynda’s heart thumped in her chest as she tried to discern even the slightest motion from Cinder at her back. Proximity made her dizzy with warmth.

im not even able to comment on like specific instances because im as LOST AS GLYNDA IS RN,,,, WHAT,,,, HELLO?????????????? GLYNDA. THEYRE

THE BED

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Glynda jostled her shoulder. “Are you awake? Cinder?”

“You’re not giving me much of a choice,” Cinder said, unmoving.

og offal hunt COULD never DID never WOULD never i am absolutely going fucking ape shitt crazy feral rn. holy shit. holy shit. lads. the bed. the bed. theyre in the bed. you. whats going on.

“I know,” Glynda agreed. “You’re kind of a menace.”

Cinder was silent. In hindsight, that hadn’t come out as encouragingly as Glynda meant.

hsdjgfsgdf if this is what its like when these two are. semi-enemies. can u imagine what it’ll be like when theyre dating

(i can)

“If I showed up on Sienna Khan’s doorstep with an army behind me, she’d demand to know what took me so long to come home.” Cinder’s eyes were burning coals lodged in the sockets of her shadowed, furious face. “Fuck her. Fuck all of them.” She paused only for breath. “It’s been years—decades—and they still think—”

GOD. THE LORE!!!!!!!!!!! i am SO interested in cinders backstory and this version is rly just going wild. going hoggie wild on this shit. what the hell happened. why did it happen????????? whats going on?????? CINDER... TELL US MORE...

She was furious, like a cornered and wounded Grimm; furious, and hungry for violence.

👈😔👈

“If there is, bring me with you.”

“You?”

“Yeah.”

this is some poetic cinema. this is some soft and tender shit. i want to cry. why is this SO good.

Something small and charmed crawled out of the hollow of Cinder’s expression: the flicker of a smile, for just a moment. She said softly, “We weren’t all born with ancient souls, Glynda. Some of us were lucky to be born at all.”

👈👈👈😭😔😞👈👈👈

this is so soft. im absolutely dying. im going to die. take me out.

It must have been the room, or the night, or air, or—something—that made Glynda admit, “I wish—that I felt that way.” At the expectant silence that followed, Glynda swallowed and continued, “Not—not with the White Fang. Just… I wish that it felt like everything had been leading to something. That everything in my life was worth it.”

Cinder was very quiet.

I AM LITERALLY SCREAMING. DIESEL. KC. I WILL PERSONALLY BURN DOWN YOUR HOUSES OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! STOP!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

oh this sucks SO MUCH MORE when you KNOW THINGS(tm) ABOUT THINGS and ooooooooooooooooh my god im literally gonna fuckin die oh my GOD STOP!!!! STOP I HATE IT

It was like swallowing water and holding it in her lungs. She hated how it hurt. But she would rather that than drive Cinder away. She would rather anything than be alone right now.

the good news: this edition of offal hunt is so much more potent abt everything. EVERYTHING feels more vibrant and more real and more interesting and more... everything. and its GREAT i adore it

the bad news: im fucking sobbing

“Ten,” Glynda said. “I enrolled at Beacon when I was twelve.”

okay this is still a very sad moment but also can you fucking imagine rolling up to class at 17 and seeing a literal 12 year old look you in the eye and go ‘you know i can tutor you if you need extra help’. id be fucking livid. who is this square,

Instead, Cinder dared nearer, smoothing a stray lock of hair behind Glynda’s ear. It was an oddly comforting gesture, coming from her. Glynda’s heart stalled in her chest and Cinder, ignoring it, said, “I know it meant a lot to you. That he meant a lot to you.”

me, pointing: this is it ladies and gents and beans. this is it. cinder’s gone and done it now. i can feel it on the wind. here it is. there it goes.

“What is your destiny?” Glynda asked, feeling bolder than before.

The fingers brushing hair behind Glynda’s ear stalled. Cinder’s palm laid warm against Glynda’s high, sharp cheekbone. Something stuttered and then leapt between them, and Glynda’s face went hot when Cinder whispered, “You.”

“Me?”

“We were born in the same year. You couldn’t have known that—that we’re the same age.” Cinder paused and withdrew her hand, tucking it against her own chest. “But my mother felt it. I always knew.”

Glynda didn’t begin to know how to respond.

“We were born in the same year,” Cinder repeated, almost as if to remind herself, like swearing an oath. “We’ve always been each other’s destiny.”

“I always thought it was my destiny to die,” Glynda finally admitted. “Just like my mothers.”

“No,” Cinder said, distantly. “No, it isn’t.”

okay its bad form to grab SUCH a huge section to like bring attention to it but this is. so much. not just from a fucking offal veteran perspective but SO much more too. like this section is just IT its the CORE of the THING!!!!!! and i wish i could go into why hooooooooooooly shit this bit is just. It(tm) but thats a spoiler so i will settle for this

👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈😭😭😭😭😭😭😔😔😔😔😞😞😞😢😢😢😢😢😨😨😨😨👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈

cinder’s last line? has me on the FLOOR. THE FLOOR.

When Glynda asked Cinder what her destiny was, Cinder had said you.  

The echo of it was butterflies in Glynda’s stomach.

im losing it. ima bsolutely beside myself

An unfamiliar tension lined Glynda, one she couldn't name or place or recognize. It choked up her throat and clogged her lungs with some unfathomable longing, but for what, she could not place. She looked at Cinder, studying every part of her face, and knew she was studied in turn; Cinder’s lips parted slightly as if she was about to speak, but she said nothing in the end.

But even without speaking, Glynda felt like she’d found an answer to a question she hadn’t had the courage to ask.

OOF. GOD. IM. AH. SHIT. C H R I S T.

i know that this is. [redacted]. and things. and that this is gonna turn into a chapter i look back on and WINCE at when [redacted] and [spoilers] happen but ooooooooooh my goooooooooooooooooood im dying. im outtie. goodbye. rip. fuck me.