#this monologue.. is just soul…

[socialc1imb]

Some unrelated but not really all that unrelated set of clue au doodles. :)

Do NOT repost my art without asking/without credit.

[unexpectedbrickattack]

Drinking Buddies :)

[marciaillust]

the patrician is just a guy to me

[theropodtheroblogs]

Fic Snippet - Megatronus Prime/Megatron

I'm so obsessed and I need you to be too, so here's a snippet for something in the works, a multichapter Megatronus Prime/Megatron fic, working title 'Solid as Sand, Real as Dreams'.

“You seem to have forgotten just from whom you have taken, little mech.” Megatronus hums, voice drifting along the strands of light and sand as they dance through the air. They begin to spread across him, patchwork at first as they form his towering body and fill in missing detail, and all the while Megatron crumbles until he can be lessened no further. “Your first cog stolen, destroyed by a traitor who’s death was much deserved and savoured.” Purple plating shifts into place, slowly solidifying as silken words drip from the forming mask. “Your second a gift freely given, tossed aside when a greater prize came within reach. I wonder what Alchemist would have made of such arrogance.” Black servos twist into existence, trailing through sands like fingers dipped into liquid energon. “And now your third, already stolen once before, taken as a war prize.” The gilding settles into place on scratched purple plating, war scarred and glorious as divinity towers over the cogless miner helpless before him. “And yet again we come to your great weakness. With your grasping hands and your arrogance, you forgot to ask; where does your power come from?”

[iris-nonsense]

Sukuita nation really won the long game with this last chapter

[tswwwit]

just reread whump au for the nth time now, and it suddenly occurred to me what in god's name would've happened if dipper just straight up kicked the bucket right after saying, "i love you."

i can't imagine bill's reaction would've been a good one. i'm getting chills just trying to picture it, honestly.

in fact, just the image of dipper dying in general, and seeing the aftermath of that from bill's pov, has my whole body breaking out into goosebumps.

awesome.

also, let's just assume that bill hasn't yet figured out the whole reincarnation thing in this scenario aha

(i just really like angst okay? lmao)

Oh man, Bill? Oh Bill. Bill.

He would be very, very upset.

Also this is a good opportunity for the ol' classic:

[eyrieofsynapses]

good evening, all. it is May the 25th. our lilacs are blooming, just as the ones at the Watch House did. and I am thinking about remembrance of the fallen, and GNU, and the love in commemoration.

y'know, I read Night Watch… oh, maybe a year ago and some months ago. and the lilac symbolism, the remembrance of the Watch, has always struck me with the depth of the emotion of it, the tangibility of it in the flowers. but I wasn't aware that today was the day until I saw commemorative posts, all that gorgeous artwork and more, on my dash.

I was also not aware, until now, that fans commemorated the day not only because of the book reference, but in support of Terry Pratchett and of those with Alzheimer's. which knocked me over a bit because of course, of course the group that would use GNU to honor him would do that. and… I've been thinking about GNU a lot, lately, and this caught me again.

I read Going Postal a bit ago, and reread it recently. both times, the parts about GNU made me tear up. this idea of the names, the memories, the lives of the clacks workers who dedicated themselves to ensuring that people heard each other's voices—all those names spoken again and again and again by that which they poured their souls into, winging along in the air as they could not, an eternal reminder that they were loved—how could that not touch a person's heart?

when I found out that fans online used it to memorialize him, I damn well cried. hell, I still tear up just thinking about it. do you know, there's a code for an HTTP header "X-Clacks-Overhead: GNU Terry Pratchett" written by Reddit users to put in webpages, where it goes unseen by the average user? and in 2015, when Netcraft took a survey, there were eighty-four thousand websites using it? it's eight years later—how many thousands upon thousands of websites have this now, do you think? how many little cables of light has his name flown along, now? how many times?

that alone is absurdly and unimaginably lovely in its own right, but… there's something else to it. there's something about remembering with the lilac sprigs every year, just as Vimes and those who were there remembered their dead. something about how, when we take up our lilac sprigs, we carry a little piece of the characters in our hearts, too. I kept trying to put my finger on why that makes me tear up the way it does. the conclusion I came to is this:

what greater way to honor a writer is there, but to honor them the way they did the characters they poured their heart and soul into? what better way to say we know you and you are not forgotten and your work and words and gifts to the world are held in our hearts forever than to remember them by their own words, their own vision? how else could we say you embodied all the good you believed in and wished to see in the world, but to memorialize them after the little pieces of their soul they wrapped in ink and put upon the page?

it is a knowing of the writer, to remember them in their way. it is not a worn-out faceless platitude, but a reminder that their work has been read and will continue to be, that the characters and world they loved enough to bring to life last just as their name does. such remembrance is warm and loving and delights in their memory even as it grieves.

and now Pratchett's name has been written in his tradition, over and over and over, across the vast plane of the Internet, where it will—with any luck—continue to fly for generations to come.

there is no way to truly express the beauty of that… but perhaps we can catch a glimpse of it in the lilacs, both ours and the Watch's.

[utterdrip]

karlach origin run is so fun because her responses are honestly. so similar to shit i would say so its soooo funny getting to see everyones responses

[scrawlingskribbles]

not me blearily waking up at 5:30am almost in tears bc I had a dream that Ian had apparently been making more little OK KO shorts on the side and the utter joy I was feeling as dream!me was scrambling to find & watch them only to wake up before I could........ :((((

[coquelicoq]

wretched. there it is. that's the word. i am feeling wretched. wretched is the word that describes how i am feeling today. wretched. what an interesting word. like the past participle of a verb, "to wretch", but the suffix is syllabic. wretchèd. [ˈɹɛtʃˌəd]. like beloved, but only if you pronounce beloved as three syllables, which as we know not everyone does, and not under all circumstances. is there such a verb, to wretch? was the participle ever pronounced as a single syllable? was the simple past pronounced as one? wretch'd. to speak it is an awkwardness. affricate then plosive. and would the plosive be devoiced? i suppose it would have to be. wretcht. [ˈɹɛtʃt]. i am wretcht. the day has wretcht me. my body, my wretch'd body. am i then a wretch? a wretch that has been wretch'd, a wretch that is wretchèd. how clumsy it feels in the mouth. the double recoil of the tongue, the jaw, the lips. the ricochet. not the rolling, like marbles, of "miserable". wretch'd is an implosion; miserable, a controlled fall down a flight of stairs. and wretchèd, two syllables, is a word that is spit, but only in despair. wretchèd, the sharp sting of my body describing its own misery.

[jtownraindancer]

The Swan Song of Nicholas Farlow

aka The Moment I Truly Came to Love Him.

[coconut530]

Bump in the Night & Sleeptober Day 21: Black Dog & Room Below

[barschter000]

*Albert returns to Britain on a visit*

Barok: "Welcome back, Albert. It's good to see you."

Barok, internally:

[pyro-madder]

was there confirmation from the devs that gascoigne has two daughters or did we all take the older one's words at face value when everything else in the game points otherwise

[rosesloveletters]

I think Wonka must be jealous I’m about to be spending a lot of time with Beetlejuice 🫣😂👀