#some good(-ish) news

[wanologic]

sorry danny, sam will never think you’re cool

[fictionadventurer]

I don't think we talk often enough about how amazing a poet J.R.R. Tolkien was.

I just read The Lay of Arthur and it was amazing. I got to the battle scene and was so caught up in the excitement and the sound that I just had to read it aloud. It was its own kind of adrenaline rush. I haven't been caught up in poetry like that in a long time.

[jash-updates]

Most normal energy drink consumer

[fraternum-momentum]

WE'RE GETTING EVICTED FROM OUR APARTMENT.

[bugeyedfreaks]

I bought the comic! 💖

I have a couple of my usual little minor nitpicks (as I am want to have), but I don’t even want to get into them because there were so few and they didn’t impact my enjoyment of the comic all that much. I thought it was super cute!

I won’t spoil anything in case anyone’s interested in buying it for themselves (which, I would say… yeah, buy it, totally!), but what I appreciated the most– especially since this is the first issue and it’s establishing who the girls are for anyone not super familiar with them– is that the girls end up saving the day together. It shows the importance of them not just being heroes, but also being a team (and also being supportive sisters, which… 🥹🫶) and that makes me feel like, even on a basic level, they get the characters. And that’s reassuring! Yay!

[hello-galad]

[not-poignant]

Daily excerpt from today's writing, chapter 104 of Underline the Black:

‘Will you…? Uh… Will you come into the…’ Just call it a nest. Call it a fucking nest. That’s all it is. Efnisien twitched at the blankets with his hands helplessly. ‘Do you want me to nest with you?’ Flitmouse said, like he already knew what Efnisien was going to say. Efnisien nodded. ‘I don’t like smelling of anyone other than Anton, but I’ll make an exception for you, lovely thing. You smell like the sea on the freshest of days, and that’s a scent that perfumeries fall over themselves to replicate. All right, let me take off my coat and boots.’ Flitmouse lined the boots up neatly against the wall, and carefully hung the coat on the back of a hanger that Gary had over the door, and then looked over Efnisien’s blankets as he got into the nest. ‘Is it okay?’ Efnisien said. ‘It’s not really…a nest right now.’ ‘I overheat all the time in my nest after a heat,’ Flitmouse said. ‘It’s always a mess. I find I simply need the blankets around me.’ ‘Yeah,’ Efnisien said, swallowing. ‘There,’ Flitmouse said, lying down on his side and pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. ‘Lie down, you’re tall enough as it is.’

[doom-dreaming]

for the prompts: will you just sit still?

“I need to make sure the kids are okay—” she pants, doing her best to shove aside the pain that spikes through her body as she tries, for the third time, to look over her shoulder.

Also for the third time, Fred sighs. “They’re fine,” he assures, threads of exasperation weaving in at the fringes of his voice. “I can see them. Will you just sit still?”

“Ash took a direct hit from the—”

“Veta.” Huge hands—hastily stripped of their armor and now stained crimson—clamp firmly, but gently, against either side of her face, keeping her anchored. “The kids are fine,” he repeats. Slower. Softer. “Trust me, they’ve been through a lot worse. You can check on them after I get this shrapnel out of you. Stop moving.” A slow second crawls by. She’s reminded—again—how much Fred’s eyes look like the ocean. “...please.”

Her instinct to nod is overridden by the heat radiating from his hands, still pressed tight right below her cheekbones. If this were anyone else, she’d feel threatened. Cornered. She doesn’t.

She breaks the settled silence a few moments after he’s finally released her and resumed his first-aid. “...you called me Veta.”

He doesn’t look up. “Trying to get your attention.”

She hums; a neutral non-answer. His hands had left echoes of warmth behind her jaw—smears of her own blood, too, but amidst the sting of injuries and biofoam, it’s doing her more good to focus on the former. “......you called them kids.”

[endlessburningdarkness]

been thinking about luo binhe getting therapy in the modern world. living a good life, happy, only to be haunted by dreams of horrendous abuse. inflicted on him and by him. thinking he's going insane, becoming depressed and suicidal. it takes years of his life to piece together that these dreams are in fact, memories.

he comes to accept it and move on with the help of cbt. but just as he's pulled himself out of a depressive pit and ready to move on, fate throws another anvil at his head. one day, he run's into a man who look's just like his hated teacher. in shock, binghe almost doesn't manage to dodge when the man immediately attempts to kill him.

turn's out, shen jiu remembers too.

[sea-jello]

Day 27/October 27: Swim || Hide || "I'll just stay inside."

oh my GOD i started and finished this in a day almost NONSTOP i told myself oh it’ll just be a sketch or doodle or something you probably won’t have the time or motivation to do it really detailed and I GOT CARRIED AWAY AND WHAM 5 HOURS GONE

flat plus closeups

i pray cropping the pictures doesn’t crunch them

[kyunsies]

hi loves i have neglected mx info since i've been on vacation i will hopefully be back on a normal schedule soon <3

[welcometoteyvat]

jing yuan and yanqing are giving zhongli and xiao if the latter’s canon relationship was Actually fanon’s made up father figure/adopted child dynamic

[aceofstars121]

I love her so much, she’s my girlfriend now, she has killed me 637 times and I would let her do it again

[grimtrespasser]

True forms and auras

[flowerflamestars]

Effloresce snippet

Amren shoved the torch his way. “I will not break the protections on this city,” she paced forward, deceptively delicate hands flat to smoothed stone, before curling to dig right in, “Not with war coming. But I won’t make things worse either.” The wall did not open, it fractured. On crack, a hundred, a thousand webbing out in silver light, swept away into nothing. Her brisk steps changed in sound- worn stone to sharp clicking tile, and Cassian swallowed. Raised the torch, and tried to understand what he was seeing. The hollowed heart of the watching mountain, a blue-tiled temple, strung in glass, in gemstone, murals shining overheard further than he could see. Blue on blue on blue, every shade of sky. Amren simply waved her hand, cobwebs and dust incinerated in a flash that left his eyes dazzled. When he could blink, it had not changed. “This is,” Cassian couldn’t finish the words. The thought. “I have been alive,” Amren kicked at something that chimed back, the soft sound of water echoing. Carrying, sudden luminesce growing as it poured to fill channels in the floor, to drip down pathways, liquid blued sunlight, “Since before the Court of Night was even an idea. Before this city was built up from an old bedrock of blood. Eons before I was meant to handhold a High Lord hellbent on ruining all that came before.” Cassian swallowed. “So this is”- “What you see in Nesta Archeron’s eyes, I imagine,” Amren purred, before turning to grin, catlike and terrible. “Magic. Temporarily contained.” “Whose magic?” Cassian didn’t need the answer, but he had to hear it. Had to- blue on blue on blue only where it was not overlaid with wings in a hundred dark colors, the ever-giving sky alit in the ever-giving miracle of life. Wind, water, and light.

He had never seen an Illyrian temple- they did not exist now- but something in him recognized the call all the same.

[seithr]

scientists are calling the situation "like if cortana sucked and was a gay knight"