#thanks for this mabs!!

[cabinette]

UH HI SO i kinda went apeshit and blacked out and wrote a fic bc arthritic chilchuck is making me chew furniture so like. i bestow upon u. my offering. im shakin ur hand so fucking hard right now. i hope u like it.

✨here u go✨

ABSOLUTELY BONKERS FIC. THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONTRIBUTION !!!!!!

[celestialmazer]

Soft Toys by Mabs Tyler

Photographs by Gina Harris

Line illustrations by John Kingsford

Humpty Dumpty

Some finger puppet friends and the Red Riding Hood squad 🙌

Soft letters & numbers 💗🔤🔢

A duck and ducklings 🐤

Blue bird 🐦

A colourful caterpillar 🐛

And A baby sea-serpent 🥹

Selection of gorgeous cats 😻

A wise old owl and squirrel friend 💕

A kanga and her roo (!)

And a world where penguins and polar bears can be chilling together 😎

Just donated this book but had to take pics of my fave concepts for posterity and incase I ever wanted to attempt to make anything as adorable as what is within these pages 🥹 Hopefully someone else can enjoy it now and I've got a wee reminder here - seems she did a bunch of books like this, one of which is either the same or similar on https://archive.org/details/bigbookofsofttoy00tyle/mode/1up

More book credits and info inc some stitches below

[drawsdenfiles]

What is your favorite Dresden Files headcannon? Mine is that Harry and Molly are cousins. Harry's mother is named Margaret, just like Molly, Charity used to have magic, Ebenezer has a habit of giving up his children. To me it's reasonable that Charity and Margaret are sisters and that Charity named her oldest daughter after her. It's also possible that neither Harry or Charity knows this.

Harry and Molly are cousins... Never heard that one! My thing right now is Mab and Marcone. I think they'd be so cute together. They keep having interactions throughout the series, I love it.

[wildbasil]

🐱! Also 🦐?

Boop!! 🐱💜

Oh, my friend….... You know exactly which character is giving me shrimp emotions right now (and always) haha

But specifically I've been thinking a lot about the invocation of Gwyn ap Nudd from Balliol College MS 239 (15th century) , which tells us that people armed with fire and iron would ask for the help of demons by calling out "Gwyn ap Nudd, you who are beyond in the forests, for the love of your lover let us come home." It's interesting that they appeal to his sense of love.

I'm thinking also about how Creiddylad is always a lover and never a wife.

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 59

Chapter; Highlights

His ears still rang with the din of battle, his breath a rasping beat echoed by Aelin.

Atop the blood-slick battlements, their allies and companions around them, Rowan wordlessly passed Aelin the waterskin. She drank deeply, then handed it to Fenrys.

An unleashing and release. That's what the battle had been for his mate.

Hasar at last looked Aelin over. "I heard you put on a show today."

Rowan braced himself.

Aelin turned from the battlefield and inclined her head. "You look as if you did, too." Indeed, Hasar's ornate armor was splattered with black blood. She'd been in the thick of it, atop her Muniqi horse, and had ridden right up to the gates. But the princess made no further comment.

Irritation, deep and nearly hidden, flashed in Aelin's eyes. Yet she didn't speak again-didn't push the princess about their next steps. She just watched the battlefield once more, chewing on her lip.

She'd barely stopped during the battle, halting only when there had been no more Valg left to kill. And in the minutes since the walls had been cleared, she'd remained quiet— distant. As if she was still climbing out of that calm, calculating place she'd descended into while fighting. She hadn't bothered to remove any of her armor. The bronze battle-crown was caked with blood, her hair matted with it.

Chaol's father had taken one look at her armor, at Rowan's, and gone white with rage.

For now. They had bigger things to consider. Things that drove his mate to gnaw on her lip. When Prince Kashin's army might arrive, if they would indeed head northward to Terrasen. If today had been enough to win them over.

"Any nearby are to run here. Those farthest out will have to flee for the forest." Rowan met Aelin's stare. Her hands began shaking.

This cannot end here, she seemed to say.

Panic—panic indeed flared in her eyes. Rowan gripped her trembling hand and squeezed.

But there was no truth or lie that might soothe her. No truth or lie to save the army on the plain.

Something had gone wrong. Something was wrong.

The battlefield stretched into the distance, healers darting amongst the felled bodies with white banners high to indicate their locations. So many. So many dead and wounded. A sea of them.

Elide reached Chaol's side just as Nesryn Faliq leaped atop her beautiful ruk, launching into a dive for the army below. No-the other ruks.

Elide laid a hand on Lord Chaol's shoulder, drawing his attention from where he watched Nesryn fly off. Blood-splattered, but his bronze eyes were clear. And full of terror.

Any message that Yrene had given Elide faded from her memory. "What's wrong?"

It was Aelin who answered, her bloodied armor strange and ancient. A vision of old. "The dam is going to break," the queen said hoarsely. "And wipe away anyone on the plain."

Oh gods. Oh gods.

Elide glanced between them, and knew the answer to her next question: What can be done?

Nothing.

Ruks took to the skies, flapping toward them, soldiers in their talons and clinging to their backs.

"Has anyone warned the healers?" Elide pointed to the white banners waving so far out into the plain. "The Healer on High?" Hafiza was down there, Yrene had said.

Silence. Then Prince Sartaq swore in his own tongue, and sprinted for his golden ruk. He was spearing for the battlefield within seconds, his shouts ringing out. Kadara dipped every few moments, and when she rose again, another small figure was in her talons. Healers. Grabbing as many of them as he could.

Elide whirled to her companions as soldiers began running for the keep, trampling corpse and injured alike. Orders went out in the language of the southern continent, and more soldiers on the battlefield leaped into action.

"What elsewhat else can we do?" Elide demanded. Aelin and Rowan only stared toward the battlefield, watching with Fenrys and Gavriel as the ruks raced to save as many as they could. Behind them, Princess Hasar paced, and Chaol and his father murmured about where they might fit everyone in the keep. Those who survived.

Elide looked at them again. Looked at all of them.

And then asked quietly, "Where is Lorcan?" None of them turned. Elide asked, louder, "Where is Lorcan?" Gavriel's tawny eyes scanned hers, confusion dancing there. "He ... he went out onto the battlefield during the fighting. I saw him just before the khagan's troops reached him."

"Where is he?" Elide's voice broke. Fenrys faced her now. Then Rowan and Aelin. Elide begged, voice breaking, "Where is Lorcan?" From their stunned silence, she knew they hadn't so much as wondered.

Elide whirled to the battlefield. To that endless stretch of fallen bodies. Soldiers fleeing. Many of the wounded being abandoned where they lay. So many bodies. So, so many soldiers down there.

"Where." No one answered. Elide pointed toward the battlefield and snarled at Gavriel, "Where did you see him join with the khagan's forces?"

"Nearly on the other side of the field," Gavriel answered, voice strained, and pointed across the plain. "I—I didn't see him after that."

"Shit," Fenrys breathed.

Rowan said to him, "Use your magic. Jump to the field, find him, and bring him back."

Relief crumpled Elide's chest.

Until Fenrys said, "I can't."

"You didn't use it once during the battle," Rowan challenged. "You should be fully primed to do it."

Fenrys blanched beneath the blood on his face, and cast pleading eyes to Elide. "I can't."

Silence fell on the battlements.

Then Rowan growled, "You won't." He pointed with a bloody finger to the battlefield.

"You'd let him die, and for what? Aelin forgave him." His tattoo scrunched as he snarled again.

"Save him."

Fenrys swallowed. But Aelin said, "Leave it, Rowan." Rowan snarled at her too. She snarled right back. "Leave it."

Some unspoken conversation passed between them, and the hope flaring in Elide's chest went out as Rowan backed down. Gave Fenrys an apologetic nod. Fenrys, looking like he was going to be sick, just faced the battlefield again.

Elide backed away a step. Then another.

Lorcan couldn't be dead.

She would know if he were dead. She would know it, in her heart, her soul, if he were gone.

He was down there. He was down there, in that army, perhaps injured and bleeding out — No one stopped her as Elide raced inside the keep. Each step limped, pain cracking through her leg, but she didn't falter as she hit the interior stairwell and plunged into the chaos.

She had made him a promise.

She had sworn him an oath, all those months ago.

I will always find you.

Soldiers and healers fled up the stairs, shoving past Elide. The shouting was near-deafening, bouncing off the ancient stones. She battled her way down, sobbing through her teeth.

I will always find you.

Pushing, elbowing, bellowing at the frantic people who ran past her, Elide fought for each step downward. Toward the gates.

People screamed, a never-ending flood surging up the stairs. Still Elide pushed her way down, losing a step here, another there. They did not even look at her, even try to clear a way as they flowed upward. It was only when Elide lost another step that she roared into the stairwell, "Clear a path for the queen!"

No one listened, so she did it again. She filled her voice with command, with every ounce of power that she'd seen the Fae males use to intimidate their opponents. "Clear a path for the queen!"

This time, people pressed against the walls.

Elide took the small opening, and screamed her order again and again, ankle barking with every step down.

But she made it. Made it to the chaotic lower level, to the open gates teeming with soldiers. Beyond them, bodies stretched into the horizon. Warriors and healers and those bearing the wounded rushed toward any stairwell they could find.

Elide managed all of five limping steps toward the open gate before she knew it would be impossible. To cross the field, to find him on the endless plain, before that dam burst and he was swept away. Before he was gone forever.

He was not dead.

He was not dead.

I will always find you.

Elide scanned the gates, the skies for any sign of a ruk that might carry her. But they soared to the upper levels, crawling with soldiers and healers, some even depositing their charges onto the mountain face itself. And at ground level, none would hear her cries for help.

No soldiers would stop, either.

Elide scanned the other end of the gates' entryway.

Beheld the horses being led out from their stables by frantic handlers, the beasts bucking at the panic around them as they were hauled toward the teeming ramps.

A black mare reared, her cry a sharp warning before she slashed her hooves at the handler. Lord Chaol's horse. The handler shrieked and fell back, barely grasping the reins as the horse stomped, her ears flat to her head.

Elide did not think. Did not reconsider. She limped for the horses and the stables.

She said to the frantic handler, still backing away from the half-wild horse, "I'll get her." The man, white-faced, threw her the reins.

"Good luck." Then he, too, ran.

The mare Farasha-yanked so hard on the reins that Elide was nearly hurled across the stones. But she planted her feet, leg screaming, and said to the horse, "I have need of you, fierce-heart." She met Farasha's dark, raging eyes. "I have need of you." Her voice broke.

"Please."

And gods above, that horse stilled. Blinked.

Horses and handlers streamed past them, but Elide held firm. Waited until Farasha lowered her head, as if in permission.

The stirrups were low enough thanks to Lord Chaol's long legs that Elide could reach them. She still bit down on her shout as her weight settled on her bad ankle, as she pushed, and heaved herself into Farasha's fine saddle. A small mercy, that they had not even had time to unsaddle the horses after battle. A set of what seemed to be braces hung from its sides, surely to keep Lord Chaol stabilized, and Elide unhooked them. Any weight, anything to slow her, had to be discarded.

Elide gathered the reins. "To the battlefield, Farasha."

With a whinnying cry, Farasha plunged into the fray.

Soldiers leaped from their path, and Elide did not stop to apologize, did not stop for anyone, as she and the black mare charged toward the gates. Then through them.

And onto the plain.

[lanternowl]

[sterilebear]

A Moment’s Rest

[sukipershipper]

trick or treat bitch!!! he couldnt get the lid off his ketchup so he had 2 resort 2 drastic measures <3 <3 <3 

----- HEHEHEHE!! BLOODY GOOBER, I LOVE Hun, get someone else to open it next time you silly dork.  THANK YOU FOR THE BOYS MABS!! Made my morning it did!

[sorryimananti-romantic]

Mab here once again because when im stressed out i end up here re reading fics, and i was reading Cyberpunk because theres just so few jongho fics that evoke such emotion in me and your jongjo fics always hit the spot. The way its just so angsty and how mc almost lost jongho i LOVE it please 😭

BUT, as much as i love reading fics and AUs, i LOVE looking at art (as an “arist” myself) and a WHIIIILE back i had seen this person make a droid au based on the game itself, but the main characters(? Were wooyoung and yeosang. Wooyoung was human and yeosang was the droid and it was just so cute how they formed a friendship and hos yeosang kept learning more and more with woo. Real cute stuff.

And ofc, in this au it wasnt only wooyoung and yeosang, woo was close friends with san. And guess what, San had a droid as well. and guess what, IT WAS JONGHO.

So as i was reading i had to stop and look for this artist on instagram that they go by the @ of kkulxin to verify, but for some reason their page felt empty, AND THEY DELETED SM ART 😭😭

I felt so devastated because, first their art is so cute, and second, it was droid jongho and it fir so perfect 😭😭 i only have this little comic they made when wooyoung met with san and Yeosang and Jongho droids were “forced” to be friends whole woo and san went out

Heres the insta post

And just because i REALLY wanted to show you droid jongho i found the one drawing/headshot they made but its a screenshot and pixelated </3

Anyway, thats all for my random rambling, im sorry for going on a tangent and i hope you have a great week/day/night !! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

omgg hope you're feeling less stressed but also im glad to hear that you think so highly of my jongho fics 😭 i hope i can write more fics for him soon man really deserves the juiciest plots and fics

oooo that sounds interesting BUT THE COINCIDENCE AHAHAHA JONGHO WAS A DROID?? ahahah i'll check this page out their art looks so good, thanks for sending it in and omg that one blue eye that's literally droid jongho wdym

my thought process behind cyberpunk was like i wanted to do droids, i hadn't written for jongho in a hot while so i was like okay. our droid will be jongho, reader be the programmer right. the original cyberpunk plot was heavily altered bc i just kept getting stuck but i'm happy that the final fic received so much love. and this art really is so cyberpunk coded hehe

[qt-kt]

10 Song Shuffle Game

The always lovely @littleladymab has tagged me in a game of share random music! 😌

Rules: Shuffle your On Repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag people (or don't I'm not your mom)

1. Too Late to Dream by The Venetia Fair

2. On revient sur terre by Sidilarsen

3. When I'm Dead by Bear Ghost (and Mab you know EXACTLY why this is on repeat lately. My Horst song fr fr)

4. Little White Lies by Aurelio Voltaire (I play this before d&d each week bc it's one of my character songs for Calamity)

5. Act 1: S2 - New Albion 1 by Paul Shapera

6. A Little Priest from the Sweeney Todd 2023 Cast Recording

7. Vulture by Bear Ghost

8. Rule #34 by Fish in a Birdcage

9. Sleep by Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards

10. A Favor House Atlantic by Coheed and Cambria

I tag @doctor-bus @frenzyarts @f4gbutchdyketwink @keeve-trenniis and anyone else who wants to join in!!

[strwrs]

✍🏻 GIMME THE GOOOOODS >)

HI MAB!!!! i hope you're doing well <33 (sorry this took me so long; i'm a silly goose and completely forgot 😭)

here's a snippet from something i wrote for my main wip, dreams of peace!

A smile blossomed on your mouth, and the two of you parted, Obi-Wan leaning back in to kiss your cheek before returning his forehead to yours. Hands still wrapped around each others’, he whispered, “I’m in trouble,” before pressing his lips against yours again: soft, sweet, light.

[proosh]

cooperative play time with the girlies (figuring out how the fuck Pru's Duchy outfit is constructed)

[queenmabscherzo]

HI long time fan of your writing and serial re-reader of targeting (it's seriously my favorite fic ever i've lost track of how many times i've read it now and read it again every time football season rolls around in the fall). because i love it so much i have compiled a too long playlist but i wanted to share with you a couple of songs that always make think of targeting (esp targeting bucky<3) -- big star by lorde, hot & heavy by lucy dacus, winter 05 by ra ra riot, crush by the smashing pumpkins, and maybe love by weyes blood!!! ANYWAY sorry for rambling on but thanks for reading and thanks for your beautiful writing!!!<3 hope u have a wonderful day!!!

oh my gosh did you just send me a bunch of targeting songs!!!! you’re the best, thank you SO much! i just listened to all of them and they’re truly perfect (I think my favorite is winter 05???) (but all of them are so good). i don’t know if I’ve ever posted my targeting playlists on tumblr. maybe I should do that sometime.

thank you so much for the lovely message it has really made my day!!!

[theskywaslookingback]

∞!

Knowing every last one of them is painted in light

As I make myself acquainted with the saint of never getting it right

Blossoms // The Amazing Devil

send me a ♾

[xxrat--punkxx]

Gently holds

[catsidhesilvie]

Signs your courtship(?) is going well(?):