#she is in VERY early stages but

[yarmiko-art]

"You dragged me here on purpose!" "I might have"

The fact that I remembering this bit only now

[kiadanta]

Kia is staying with my partner while I'm abroad on holiday and she's not best pleased, poor baby. She's safe, she's well cared for, she's with someone she knows and likes, and she's getting attention, she's just,,, in a weird place without me, and not really impressed about it.

She's starting to chill out and settle in though! Slowly.

Ft @rinnaden

[lostinthewoodsomewhere]

So I'm currently having some ideas, some thoughts and feelings for some Control stickers I might make...

[jakeperalta]

mildly concerned about my eras shows being in full daylight. I know it's probably a mostly different crowd these days but I remember at the rep tour the vibes were kinda dead until it started to get dark :/ and this time the show starts so early it's only gonna be getting dark as it ends :/

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

Yeah... I remember seeing the architectural design majors at my uni having this breakdown each semester...

[himblebo]

Last night I watched 3 children while their parents went to a concert—2 five year olds and an eight year old—and they were calling each other nonsense mean names. I asked what one of the names meant and they told me “it means Donald Trump.” I laughed at that because. Kids are funny. And then the LOOK that came over them all as they squinted at me suspiciously and the eldest asked me quietly, “are you voting for him, or are you voting for her?”

And guys they literally started cheering and dancing when I said I was voting for Kamala Harris and it was just the funniest sweetest little moment ever

[banesberry-anomoly]

I was gonna wait until I added more to the ref sheet but yall havent been fed in a while and Im impatient 💔

Were gonna ignore the fact that I spelled Piccolo wrong in the drawing

Throws our 963 at you, this is my husband. Its in one of our partner systems and I lob him

The Medallion isnt in the ref cause I didnt fuckin draw it cause Im lazy, but its made of orange fire opals and changes shapes for some fucking reason. It most often looks like this but brighter orange. I lost the image of its other main shape but Ill update this post if I find it

Some fun facts under the cut

- Over 7 feet tall. They TOWER over me

- Hes extremely lanky and yes the hand is purposely drawn with long fingers

- The medallion is hot to the touch

- Magnus Archives Spiral & Desolation core. If you dont know what TMA is then go listen to it *holds you at gunpoint*

- Hotheaded, quite literally. May I interest you in some fire hair? (Only happens with extreme emotions)

- Were also married to our wife Kondraki. Shes transfem. TransMasc x Genderfluid x TransFem is real in this house

Still hammering out details cause fictive memories go brrr and also Im running on a total of 9 hours of sleep in the past like 50 hours or somethin so this def isnt our best work (and by work I mean writing shit down) lmao

[tinypaperstar]

this is the last one i swear

[evrytingbagel]

yes im mentally ill yes i have an IS obsession. and what about it!!

[britneyshakespeare]

this afternoon i saw the closing show of nick dear's frankenstein at the seacoast repertory theatre in portsmouth nh and i had a glass of wine at intermission and being the rarely-drinks lightweight i am i definitely had a different.... attitude, towards the second half of the show. obviously. but i wasn't like that far gone that i wasn't paying attention or anything. and i don't think a lot about frankenstein all the time; i've read it twice (ten years ago in school and then reread it about five years ago). it's like not my favorite but i like it; it's just more of a philosophical novel than a oh-i-love-the-plot-and-characters sort of thing in my opinion. doesn't really matter that's just my two cents. i certainly have thoughts on the way it was adapted for the stage bc nick dear made some creative choices that i wouldn't have, but obviously that's all well and good.

but when the show ended and my wine was chugged and the lights went up i sat there in between my two friends for a second and we exchanged words i just said: "everyone always argues about who the 'real' monster in the story is, but victor frankenstein and the creation... belong together" and this lady walking in the aisle beside us said "i thought the same thing too." she's right too and i'm glad we're both right

[dontfuckingestablishcanonicalbac]

today i am thinking about how young rick sanchez is

[immobiliter]

@apocryphis sent: had his discomfort been so very obvious, that miss navia had deemed it necessary to come to his rescue? neuvillette assumes so, slightly mortified at the thought; wondering if anyone else had noticed how ardently he had been trying to avoid stepping into the crowd of dancers (everyone certainly had - the iudex isn't known for his subtlety). fortunately (?) miss navia had rescued him from his pursuants, offering up her hand for a dance instead… and where neuvillette had thought himself initially rescued, he is now wondering if he has not been tricked instead.

"…" neuvillette usually has no qualms in keeping silent or at the very least quiet, but doing so with her feels… unbecoming. but what is one supposed to say, in those less official functions where he still must uphold the mantle of justice, in the company of a young woman whose life he had repeatedly shaken to the core (and who has done the same to his in return)? "i do hope you are not regretting your decision to ask me for a dance, miss navia. i am afraid it has been some time since lady… miss furina last dragged me onto one such dancefloor." (exaggeration of a perfectionist - perhaps he is a little stiff, as he always is, but his steps and careful gesture do betray a few centuries of experience… even if a semi-forced one). his hand lets go of hers just long enough for a side step before gloved fingers reach back again, delicately holding onto hers. she cannot feel the cold of his hands through the fabric of their respective gloves, can she? to indispose her when she had meant to help him (?) would be most unfortunate. "but i must ask… was this invitation a rescue mission? or for your own amusement?"

       She did so love a ball. After all that Fontaine had been through as of late — the tragedy in Poisson and subsequent stress of rebuilding, the flood, the upheaval of Miss Furina's retirement — Navia could not begrudge the joy and excitement of such a gathering. Music and dance and human connection was as much a balm to the soul as collective grief and memorial, and she had to admit that it was nice to once again concern herself with the more frivolous topics of which dress to wear and which jewellery to pick out and who to ask to the dancefloor first, instead of grappling with the overwhelming task of rebuilding the lives of those under her protection in Poisson.

       But there was one in the crowd who did not seem to share in the joyful relief at the evening, or the prospect of things in Fontaine finally returning to some sort of status quo. In fact, Neuvillette's discomfort seemed quite obvious to everyone, not only her — loitering on the far edges of the room, she surmised, so as to not be coerced into actually joining the fray of dancers. And yet, if he had hoped to keep a low profile, he must have surely realised that his presence here was so noteworthy that everyone here was watching him closely, surprised to see their Iudex outside of the courtroom. Navia had never seen him at any such function during her lifetime and, surely, if he had attended one before, he would have undoubtedly had the illustrious and distracting Lady Furina to hide behind.

       It was a sight that made her almost sad for him, and that was how she had wound up at his side, offering him her hand for his first ( and perhaps only ) dance of the evening.

       She expected him to be stiff and uncomfortable, but was surprised when the orchestra started up and he moved as well as the rest of the dancers surrounding them. They first circled one another in silence, before Neuvillette surprised her again by speaking. Lessened a moment later to perhaps half a surprise as he offered up a modest half-apology — of course, what else did he tend to default to in her presence? Navia stepped towards him and then back, chin tilted upwards all the while to keep his gaze. “ Well, I had hoped that I might get the Chief Justice to crack a smile while dancing with me... but no. You are far too hard on yourself, Monsieur Neuvillette: I've never had the privilege of seeing you and Miss Furina dance together, but she is a far superior dancer to I and you were clearly able to keep up with her. ”

       Navia meant every word: it did not escape her notice how, whenever their dance dictated that she reach out her hand for him, his was always held out ready to take it. More than once, her gaze strayed to their entwined hands before the routine dictated that Neuvillette let go and side step her. Plus, amidst the throng of warm bodies moving about on the dancefloor, she was not concerned or even aware that her partner did not exude the same sort of body heat as the rest.

       They may well have been moving together in harmony, but her brow soon arched, amused, at his interpretation of her motives. “ Can both things not be true? ” Yes, it was true that some part of her had simply wished to see just how well he fared as a dance partner — or even at all, in a space that could not be further from the courtroom he presided over. But it felt cruel to leave her answer at that. Not when he seemed so concerned about what she thought of him. “ But it is not at your expense, Monsieur. Many in the crowd were wondering when our Iudex would take to the dancefloor and, without Miss Furina present, I figured he might feel more comfortable doing so with someone he already knows. ”

       Someone who was a friend, she wanted to add, though she did not know if Neuvillette would go so far as to describe her as that. But they were not strangers or mere acquaintances, far from it... so what else could they be?

[sty-rex]

Im reading through the drafts of the "saga of random plot points that somehow connect that I wrote between the ages of 5 and 13™️" and it really does come together as the daughter of "good queen goodness the element of creation" trying to make friends with the daughter of "evil warlord king of darkness and destruction" in a bid to create world peace between the two because one day they will ascend to the throne as allies (they also happen to be cousins). and I want to draw them with the sun and moon, because although it really is not 1:1 there are connections (they also happen to be cousins).

[magic-swords]

Happy birthday to my first created cos character

[kavehater]

Okay after freaking out about alhaitham it’s time to be neurotic again that girl is freaking me out sm :D

[astriiformes]

This is just one of those "putting history in perspective" things, but Scribe and I were talking about Pentiment again last night and it came up that if you assume Andreas is my age during Act I (which is probably about right, I can't imagine he's meant to be much older than 26 or 27), he would have been born the same year as Columbus' first voyage to the Americas.

Which made my head spin a bit seeing as in my mind it feels like there ought to be more space between that and the Reformation. Like, I know this can be said of many periods in history, but the start of the Early Modern Era really was just one damn thing after another huh