#please come join us

[whatareyou-acop]

For everyone who just finished Zenshu and is looking for something similar, I would love to recommend the absolute masterpiece that is Princess Tutu.

It's the story of a duck who makes a deal with a mysterious figure to restore the broken heart of a prince from an unfinished fairy tale. It's got a battle against tragic destinies, an author trying to manipulate the story from beyond the grave, magical girl transformation sequences, villains-turned-heroes and heroes-turned-villains, and romance--both happy and bittersweet.

As you can see, it tackles a lot of similar themes to Zenshu, so if you loved one but haven't seen the other, I'd highly recommended giving it a shot. Princess Tutu is such an obvious passion project, and it's made with so much love for storytelling. It's one of my favorite anime and it's one I think everyone should watch.

[drivingmebonkas]

Pet Shop Of Horrors has been Revived!

The fandom is coming back to life! There's new people, new art, new fics, new discussions, Yay!

After Seven Seas republished it (the first volume is out! The second comes out in May!) the fandom revived.

With both new fans and stubborn old barnacles like myself digging into the story I've decided to celebrate by making a Tumblr community for us!

Tis here! Beware, it is rated Mature to match the manga so if you're under 18, well, you'll get here eventually.

https://www.tumblr.com/join/nxqwRQub

Looking forward to seeing you all!

[songoficarus]

does anyone do any discord rp nowadays. if so does anyone want to write arcane/league characters with me + friends ;;

we currently have singed/viktor/heimerdinger/isha/ekko (all s2) nobody's vander/jayce/jinx or actually claimed any piltover characters like caitlyn or vi

link for the current masterlist <- if you're curious (we have a lot of runeterra & horror media characters pooled together)

if you're interested, here's the link: https://discord.gg/UZtpUkHtxH

(also if anyone wants to write any odyssey characters with odysseus and penelope...)

it's an overarching multiverse rp server but everyone's stuck in the same city under the premise that they've all been arrested and imprisoned

this is the main catch:

You lie down to rest for the night and wake up in a completely new city. Apparently, you've been arrested for some unknown crime. Everything about this place and yourself feels wrong, but there is one item that you're drawn towards: a phone, wiped of most everything interesting. On it, a specific chatroom app sticks out to you -- BLACKOUT.

but everyone does semilit-lit roleplay in the in-person roleplays and gets into deeper conversations in the chatrooms so it's more semilit-literate leaning. sorry if you prefer one-lining

[lesbunnian]

I am just assuming at this point that Vertin is just capable of rizzing up every woman she sees

[inkskinned]

you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

[6ummyexe]

Hosted Lance Week for the 6th time this year! 🥳

(bonus! my piece for the @halloffamezine!)

[stardatez3ro]

"Hey maybe you should try watching star trek" i say to you with my unblinking eyes and autistic swag

[governmentmandatedryujinstan420]

releasing this from the hj discord dungeon because the public populace was in agreement also i'm chronically offline on tumblr and need to fix that for my chronically online ahh

[in-my-loki-feels]

@silentxsymphony and I's Sharperton agenda continues! Please check out this absolutely amazing piece by @wolfpup026 of Benedict Bridgerton and Sir Thomas Sharpe sharing a sweet moment together. The detail alone is making me crazy, not to mention the softness. 🥺😭💕

Aaaaand to compliment this gorgeous art, there's a little scene below the cut. You can find other snippets featuring these two in my Sharperton tag or on ao3. (Come, join us... 👀)

Benedict sighed. He was not sure why he had indulged this whim to pick up the brush again but it was clearly a foolish idea. The still life taking shape on the canvas was very still indeed, lacking any element that might draw the eye or hold one’s attention. Perhaps packing away his art materials after that disastrous stint at the academy had been the correct impulse, after all. 

“When I saw the door was open, I feared I would find you with your head bent to more boring correspondence,” said a familiar voice behind him. Benedict turned. 

Now there was a sight more full of life than anything he could ever capture on canvas. Thomas Sharpe stood in the doorway, his coat abandoned so that he wore only his shirt, waistcoat and breeches. His presence lifted Benedict’s spirits, at least until he realized Thomas was coming closer to inspect the painting. 

“This is quite good,” Thomas continued, in that lovely rumble that sent gooseflesh spreading across Benedict’s skin. 

“Flattery is unnecessary,” Benedict said dryly, facing the canvas again. He eyed his work and sighed. “You need look no further to see why I was accepted into the academy because of Anthony’s generous donation and not by my own skill.” 

“Or,” Thomas said, raising an eyebrow as he shifted his attention to Benedict, “perhaps the money found them before your letter did. Regardless, I will hear no more disparaging remarks.” 

He reached out to clasp the underside of Benedict’s arm, his thumb brushing beneath where the palette rested. Thomas let the touch linger as he stepped around behind Benedict, then moved his hand to Benedict’s waist. 

“It is a good start, now you need only finish it,” Thomas murmured, his lips brushing Benedict’s ear. It was the smallest touch, but it sent fire racing through Benedict’s body. Thomas often had that effect on him. It was solely for that reason that Benedict did not immediately understand what the other man was suggesting. 

“What, like this?” he asked with a laugh. Thomas had wrapped both arms around him and the heat of his body warmed Benedict’s back. His lips curved into a smile against the nape of Benedict’s neck.

“I do not see the difficulty.” A soft kiss followed the words. 

Benedict shivered and tried, in vain, to rally his thoughts again. “It is simply that I can think of other ways to more happily pass the time.” 

As close as they were, Benedict could feel the rumble of Thomas’ chuckle in his own chest. 

“As could I, my darling, but first, I would like to see you complete this painting. You have only ever been supportive of my own creations.” 

That was because the toys and gadgets Thomas put together were so clever. Thomas’ hold on him tightened, as if he guessed Benedict’s thoughts and was silently warning him not to give voice to them. 

Shaking his head, even as a smile tugged at his lips, Benedict attempted to return his attention to the canvas. It was no small feat given Thomas did not relinquish his spot, occasionally dropping a kiss to Benedict’s neck or murmuring compliments on his technique. 

“You, sir, are a menace,” Benedict said, as Thomas’ fingers ran back and forth along his waistband. “Did you not say you wanted me to finish this?” It was growing ever more difficult to concentrate with the stirring in his breeches brought on by Thomas’ touch. 

“I’m sure you have it in you to continue,” Thomas said, with absolutely no irony. 

Benedict snorted out a laugh. Not since Tilley had he met someone so delightfully playful. It was a word many would not think applied to Sir Thomas Sharpe, who maintained an appearance of quiet charm at most societal functions. A man with eyes so clear and blue and yet at times darkened by shadows. It gladdened Benedict’s heart to see Thomas showing more of this side of himself, even if only in private. 

Benedict moved his brush to the palette then paused. His growing arousal was momentarily forgotten as he looked between the painting and the bowl of fruit arranged on the nearby table. 

“I do believe I am finished.”  

He realized now that Thomas’ presence had distracted him from the doubts that so often plagued him when he stood at the easel. The finished work was by no means a masterpiece, but neither was it the disaster Benedict had seen it as before Thomas entered the room. 

Thomas was conspicuously silent behind him, also admiring the painting. 

“All right,” Benedict said with an overly aggrieved sigh, “it is not terrible.” Thomas’ hold loosened so that Benedict could move to the table and set down his brush and palette. When he turned back, he found Thomas smiling with a mixture of mirth and fondness. 

“Worthy of being skied in the Queen’s gallery, in fact,” Benedict continued, simply to hear Thomas laugh. He so enjoyed the sound and the way Thomas’ eyes crinkled with his smile. Benedict returned to his side with an impish grin as he tilted his chin up to meet the kiss Thomas pressed to his lips. 

“I suppose this means I should solicit your assistance whenever the urge to paint strikes me?” Benedict said. 

“A wise idea, indeed,” Thomas replied, taking hold of Benedict’s hips to pull him closer. He bent down, bringing his lips to Benedict’s ear. “You may even discover I am quite a willing model, should you find yourself in need of more interesting subjects to study.” 

A delighted laugh burst free of Benedict before he was silenced by Thomas’ lips once again. 

* Skied art was hung at the top edge of a wall, typically the worst place for art to appear.

[clawbehavior]

Continue the story: The Devil Judge/Gahan edition

Fellow fandom folks,

We're doing a collaborative fic on A03 for The Devil Judge and Yohan/Gaon and we'd love for you to join. Here's how it works: each person writes one chapter of the story based on a topic we all voted on. You can write whatever you want in your chapter as long as it connects to chapters before it. This is a nice way to close out the third rewatch, get your creative writing juices flowing in a low-stress place, try your hand at writing if you're new, and importantly, celebrate jinyoung's impending return from the military on November 4th!! If 8 people or more join, we'll be writing until then!

How to join: Reblog or comment here if you want to write a chapter with us! Make sure to sign up by Thursday, September 5 if you want to write!!

Vote here: Answer this poll to vote on what our story will be about. Feel free to suggest other ideas. The topic with the most votes will get selected.

Writing logistics: After everyone signs up, I’ll put our names in a random generator to pick the order of writers.

How it works:

Publishing: You’ll have 1 week to read what’s been written so far and write your chapter. Chapters are due by Thursdays at 9 AM KST. I'll post a schedule.

Word count: Minimum of 2 sentences and not more than 500 words. This is a loose word count specifically to keep it chill. Don’t stress about making your chapter perfect. The idea is to have fun, go with the flow, and write whatever comes to you!

Posting on ao3: We’ll post the fic as one story with multiple authors. I’ll help you out when it’s your turn to add your chapter.

Keeping in touch: We can use a Tumblr post to brainstorm ideas and talk story stuff, or, if enough people are interested, I can set up a discord to chat

The goal is to have a good time and see where everyone’s creativity takes them.

Reblogging anyone I can think of to increase reach but obvs don't feel compelled to join if you're unable to. Please share so we can include everyone who's interested!!

@jehan-d-art @thedeviljudges @technitango @tenderlywicked @uhhhhmanda @mid-n0vember @yohangaontdj @gayautisticraccoon @briwates @ladykyrin @godotismissingx @yohanmoon @kingkangyohan @yohansgaon @fr-wiwiw @caroldanverscanrawme @chu-fei @neurotic-nereid @rageprufrock @bellarkeandclintashaandsuch @eyesof-kkomi @wildelydawn @rorapostsbl @fourth-quartet @knight-of-tuxedo @yohannoir @little-arcadia @absolutesuffering @itsza @onahita @mymediacollection @amethystina @naaginaqueen @alxina @femmefatale11

[yikes-ajax]

P...... Party rrocker in the house tonihhgt

[acrossetheirys]

Happy February, fellow travelers!

With less than two weeks remaining until March, I figured it was announcement time.

Bring your warm glams and some hot cocoa, because we're headed to Ishgard!

That's right, our Heavensward walk will be taking place on March 1st at 8pm EST!

We will be meeting at Camp Dragonhead by the aetheryte on Exodus, Primal this time! So please come join us if you can! We'd love to have you along for the ride!

[all-too-unwell-13]

no thoughts, just lockwood still using his nickname for lucy even though she left the agency four months ago and hasn't talked to them since

[s0fter-sin]

has anyone written a shameless x cod crossover bc i don’t know how to explain it but that’s exactly how i see the 141

[dent-de-leon]

And what if the animated Nein see Mollymauk for the first time when he’s in the middle of performing his Ice Spinner routine at the carnival. What then—

[six-white-venus]

pick an object to your right and tell me about it