#table organizer

[queenoffoliage]

Your honor, he was indeed spinning

[wyervan]

Probably gonna taper off answering asks, least for a bit. Wanna refocus myself on doing some real writing for the Slasher AU. Also Artfight coming up ⭐

It's a little too easy for me to come on here and yap at you guys😝and I love it. But I got wips and dreams aplenty and not nearly enough time in the day to do it all.

Gonna leave the askbox open... for now. And I definitely have old ones I'd still love to get around to responding to. But yeah. thank yous as always you guys for visiting me here 🖤.

[osarina]

pmtrio in wykyk makes me snort because they’re such loser kids from their pov but they’re literally terrifying from any outsiders pov

[fiend-shaped]

In the divine cycles universe, students in like 50 years are gonna be so sick of brnine like "wow, huh this person was part of the founding of this terrorist organization and was in fact the first leaders campaign manager. Oh, they also won the olympics and kidnapped the emperor. What's this, their work was instrumental in creating a force akin to magic, which is also named after them? They were part of the mission that destroyed all of the space nukes?? They killed the fucking president???" Like future history class is just gonna have a whole semester called the Captain Brnine Variety Hour

[theywhoshantbenamed]

Little Maryland bringing his pet crab in for show and tell and crying when Little Louie tells him how best to cook him

Fun fact this actually kinda happened to me. One time my parents brought home live crabs to cook and eat and I got so attached to the one I chose that I wanted to keep it as a pet. I did end up eating it tho 😭

[pocket-size-cthulhu]

Went to IKEA for the first time today and I had no idea how much I would love it. Unlike a regular furniture store, they stage stuff in a way that feels more aware of how people actually live. So what I'm saying is it REALLY scratched the inexplicable itch I have to explore other people's houses 😅

[fuckyeahisawthat]

Ohh I finally caught the hex-ray shot from the sequence of Viktor getting Frankenstein-monstered. It is like a handful of frames and I kept missing it. It's kinda comical as a still. But also yeah that dude's spine was fully...not attached in the middle when Jayce brought him into the lab.

[something-feral]

Details of my room before I bulldoze it (04.25)

[toyybox]

Spiderwebs Post-Canon #2: Heather's Epilogue

Masterlist

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It was exhausting to live on the run, but it was simple, if nothing else. Heather could not stop moving. That was where it all ended and began. It had been a week since she had last seen Jackie.

After Mary’s death, there was nobody left to notice her absence. So she kept running, staying for a night in whatever cheap rooms she could find. It would be best if she could leave the country, but they would recognize her at the border. She didn’t know if leaving would make a difference, either way. Her life had reached its apotheosis. Even under a different sky, she still would be the same person. The weight of her memory and soul wouldn’t go away.

She had made it all the way to Nevada, and she was currently in a ghost town just shy of the desert. The land was flat and monotonous, only rocks and sand for miles. The only inn was chipping away at the edges. There was always sand in her room. It was quiet, though. There was no reason for anyone to stay in those fathomless dead pastures. She knew that she would be left alone. 

It startled her, then, when someone knocked on the door.

It could have just been the staff, or the proprietor, but their voice was an unfamiliar one. “Doctor Rodriguez?”

There was nobody here who knew her as a doctor. The police had finally caught up with her. It was a matter of time. Exhaustion made her careless, and she had left something behind in the last dry and empty town, or someone had looked too closely and recognized her. A life spent hiding was no life at all. She had this brief moment to make peace with its end.

The door handle twisted. The door was pushed slightly forwards, spilling a thin slit of light into the room. The curtains were closed, so the darkness surrounding that light was warm and stained red. It was hot indoors, even in the shade.

“Just a moment, officer,” she said. “I’m still getting dressed.”

The door was pulled closed. She wasn’t getting dressed. She had been halfway through eating the complimentary breakfast, which turned out to just be eggs and toast. There was a window which she could exit from, but there was nowhere to hide in the desert. Attacking them might work, but she didn’t have a weapon. Officers were never unarmed. They would not hesitate to kill her if they saw her as a threat.

Then she would face her death with dignity. She stood up. “Come in.”

The door opened. There were two figures in the doorway, not just one: the first had gray streaks in their hair, and the second was a brunette. They both wore suits. Heather hadn’t expected her pursuers to be so well dressed. She was right about the weapons, though. They both were carrying silver pistols. 

“Good afternoon, doctor,” the brunette said. “It’s a pleasure to see you in person.”

“You’ve caught me.”

“You didn’t make it easy,” the other officer said, standing just behind the brunette’s shoulder. “My name is Fischer, and this is my partner Petrova. You’re Heather Rodriguez, yes?”

She nodded.

“We have a car parked outside, if you don’t mind following us,” Petrova said. 

“I’d rather you just kill me here.”

Petrova shook her head and smiled. “We want to enlist your help, actually. You have experience in some research we are interested in. You didn’t leave behind many notes, unfortunately, but what we found was fascinating.”

What an ass. She thinks she can flatter me. Now that the shadow of death was so close, all her nervous energy was gone. Heather sat back down. Her legs felt weak. “Don’t joke about that.”

“We’re not joking,” Fischer said.

They didn’t elaborate on the research, but she knew what they meant anyway. Jackie told them about his immortality. Or, as Heather had guessed, they already knew it existed. After all, it wasn’t the kind of thing that went unnoticed. Even if these people didn’t like making it public, they might have known for years, or even decades.

The two officers waited for a few minutes. Petrova kept shifting her gaze, turning the pistol in her hand, but her partner was staring dead-on at Heather. 

And so it happened that Fischer was the first to talk. “We don’t have much time. If you come with us, you won't face any charges. Nobody has to know about this conversation, or where you are—nobody will be able to know that. Your freedom would be a small price to pay. Doctor, this is important,” they said when Heather didn’t respond. “Are you coming or not?”

“And what if I refuse?”

“Then we can’t let you leave this room alive.”

Heather nodded, although her thoughts felt unfocused and she wasn’t really listening.

It wasn’t a difficult decision to make. Even before the officers arrived, she knew that she could not go on any longer. She had already run out of the money she had been carrying when Jackie escaped. To stay on the run was to find another way to make ends meet, even if that way was unpleasant, or to starve to death in the streets like a dog. There was nothing left for her out there, out in the world. Not anymore. It wasn’t really freedom to live like this. Besides, her work was still unfinished. She couldn’t die now.

“Doctor Rodriguez,” Fischer repeated. “We need to go.”

“Fine. I'll follow you outside," she said.

“That’s great to hear.” Petrova held the door open for her. “After you.”

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No milkweed blown across your pony-coat, no burrs.

No scent of juniper on your Jacobean mouth. No crush

Of ink or injury, no lacerating wish.

— Lucie Brock Broido, A Girl Ago

Taglist:

@theelvishcowgirl @lthrboy @whumpy-wyrms @yassifiedinformation @creppersfunpalooza

@vidawhump @dont-look-me-in-the-eye @inkwell-and-dagger @neverthelass @whump-since-2010

@vampiresprite @davey-the-disturbed

[acidlake]

“Dears, I've heard you've gotten yourself into a bit of trouble. Meet me under the Azaleas and we'll see what we can do.” - CH

Claret Holiday, a southern comfort, and the impending turf war, done for the Friends at the Table City of Light fanzine back in 2016.

[odysseus-day]

it's time i stop running from this. my beige flag is that i still ship wyler in 2025. do with this what you will. i am a free man.

[demani-dusk]

ok I started Zeta Gundam and I need to get this out of my system.

If you're seeing this because I tagged it with Gundam or it somehow breaks containment and you don't know who Kalvin Brnine is, leave this post alone and go listen to Friends at the Table Partizan and Palisade.

[fashionlandscapeblog]

Tuomas Markunpoika

Contra Naturam Chair II and Contra Naturam Console Table II, 2022

[applejuiceyjuice-art]

over years i used to get breath or time a lot for my classpect and used to think i was a breath player but honestly i completely forgot that i am afraid of wind i cant deal with shit going flying and the chaos of it all so i will pass actually

[itspileofgoodthings]

there is something about the fragmentary nature of teaching that I hate so much but I think I have to make my peace with because it’s probably where a lot of grace is working/things are operating that I can’t see. In good ways as well as hard ways.

[aromanticduck]

Sorry there's no 'see results', but I couldn't leave 11 out and if I included 11 I felt like I should include 12, because that's the highest one kids have to learn.