#verse later but. yeah.

[quidam-sirenae]

Ok tell me if anything is wrong:

Facetiam meus amans

In funebre ea’est risens

Sciat odium omnorum

Sanctum ea crederam

Si num caelum semper dixit

Augor ultimus eam’est

Omnes vesper meum cinxit

Venemum novum unxit

Natus sumus

Aeger dicunt

Sine virtum offerit

Est cubiculum cultus

Solus caelus ibo ad sum

Decorae corpae tuum

Aeger nato

Sed amabam

Iube me adprobos.

Cipe a vesta

Mendacis par cunae templum colo

Parares sica, peccae meus oro

Immortalis mortis da ego

Di boni

Dem vitae mihi

[braisedhoney]

time to try again.

[bugsinshoes]

AYFORD COMIC BE UPON YE!!!!!!!!!!

after many weeks of tedious work. IT'S HERE!!!!!!!!!! the long awaited "aysel meets ford" comic. i am very happy with how this turned out

also ACTUAL proper lore. it's insane. never seen before. i'm gonna rest now

[thevioletcaptain]

I know the ask is about ships but could you make a non ship one with Dean and Carlos from the Winchesters? I can't think of an exact thing for Dean to say, but the first sentence can be what Dean would say for their first meeting. Thank you if you can (*^‿^*)

"I like your hair," Dean says, staring up from where he's clinging to the bottom of Mary's winter coat, and Carlos grins wide when he adds, with all the breathless gravity of a four year old eager to impress their opinions upon a new friend; "It's swooshy and it's pretty like Mommy's hair, and your-- your beads are pretty and shiny and shiny is my favorite color."

"Swooshy and pretty and shiny is exactly what I was going for, so thank you, little buddy."

Even with almost six years between now and the last time he'd seen Mary, Carlos is relieved to find that they still have a good sense of one-another -- can still communicate silently, swiftly, like they used to when it was life or death. He meets her eye, and her face softens, and understanding passes between them before he slides one of his lucky beaded bracelets -- the bloodstone one -- free.

Dean's eyes light up when he takes it.

When he smiles, he looks just like his mother.

[for this askbox game if anyone else wants to send me a prompt]

[itsartistickiwi]

Pencil doodles I've done today (yes I kinda messed up on Spot's hands but I don't have an eraser so I can't fix em' RIP)

Please do not repost my art, thank you.

[lostwords-found]

I feel like Faulkner *thinks* he's the clever little shit who's baffling his opponent at chess by eating the pieces when they're not looking--meanwhile completely failing to realize that his opponent straight up poisoned all the pieces before ever inviting him to play.

[melien]

🎂🎂🎂

[coquelicoq]

— Diable ! vous avez été à Londres. Est-ce de Londres que vous avez rapporté ce beau diamant qui brille à votre doigt ? Prenez garde, mon cher d’Artagnan, ce n’est pas une bonne chose que le présent d’un ennemi ; n’y a-t-il pas là-dessus certain vers latin… Attendez donc. — Oui, sans doute, reprit d’Artagnan, qui n’avait jamais pu se fourrer la première règle du rudiment dans la tête et qui, par son ignorance, avait fait le désespoir de son précepteur ; oui, sans doute, il doit y en avoir un. (Les Trois Mousquetaires, XXIII, 366)

shut up this is so funny. i am always out here lecturing 20-year-olds with latin sayings i can't remember. i'm always going halt young person and heed the wisdom of the ancients! if i could just remember how it goes...give me a minute... and they're always like yeah yeah old man whatever. typical interaction.

[fishermcn]

scorned be the sea's daughters.

Beneath their feet the wooden vessels hum and groan with the din of their quarries' songs, and the gathered Fishermen steady their footing and test the tautness of their ropes, waiting with bated breaths for the tension to break and their hunt to begin in earnest. Hours spent not paddling nor steering but drifting on waters flowing to the whim of the Queen Below, the tainted riverways as much a slave to Her will as the raging sea from which She first dredged Herself from. Nary a breath out of turn is exhaled, nor a twitch of the muscle save for gripping ever more tightly the rigging tying the ragged band of hunters to one another, for all it takes for their quarry to sense them would be an errant ripple... so late is the hour of night and so dark is the evening without the moon that it'd been impossible to say when it was that they've arrived, the shores of the great lake out of sight even as they take to finally stirring the waters with oars to assume positions and lure out their prey.

With such obvious baiting, they were not left waiting for long. The first man is dragged from the boat with a scream he can see but not hear, eyes bulging with terror and mouth agape as he disappears beneath the surface without so much as a splash. The second flails at the touch of clawed hands, lashing out with a shout that's choked with pain, then water as his head cracks against the boatside before joining the first beneath the dark depths. Another joins him, then two more as the beasts seize from amongst the ragged band most unwitting consorts, before their brethren respond-- knives are drawn and flint retrieved, and the midnight's shadows are chased away with the grinding of sparks into torchlight. They flare to life almost at once, illuminating the waters within their wide, loose circle only enough to see the distorted forms writhing just beneath as they dart to and fro. A chorus of their own rises to war with the siren's song, a hail of hellfire unleashed from the iron maws of blunderbusses and rifles, and their prey shake the timbers beneath their feet in rage and pain as their blood paints the water crimson.

Their wooden vessels groan with the sudden swell of the dread song from just below the surface, the brackish waters churning furiously with the fury they've willfully roused, and Samuel Whist breathes in time to every kick of the rifle. Even deafened by beeswax, even with the press of frantic bodies and the trembling of the rowboat, his aim strikes true time and again-- steady, breathe, release, and a Daughter bares pearlescent fangs in a snarl now forever frozen. Steady, breathe, release, and the scales of another are torn like wet paper as a bullet pierces her heart and keeps her from seizing another Fisherman.

Another bullet, another jerk of the rifle, another slain Daughter of the Queen Below, before the waters to his left erupt with sudden violence, hooked claws only just failing to maul his arm but shredding the firearm as though it's mere kindling. In the guttering torchlight her face might've been the picture of beauty, high cheekbones and full lips... yet they part to reveal a maw of shark's teeth to match the cruelty of her blackened eyes as she slithers aboard, and for the cry of the dread song that pours over them from her throat there could be no mistaking her for anything but a monster. Beside him, Grime clutches his head as tears of blood pours from his ruined eyes and Wren slumps forward without so much as a gurgle in death, and Sam's own ears scream from the strain even with the beeswax.

She lunges then, murderous melody still upon her cruel lips, and Sam lashes out with the edge of his saw-toothed knife even as he reaches for the pistol on Wren's corpse. Her spined tail lashes with the force of a rogue wave, flinging Grime into the hungry waters with the muffled snapping of bones and nearly capsizing the rowboat as her claws savage the prow, screaming in rage as a bullet punches a hole clean through her shoulder. Blood and sapphire scales scatter across the boat as another two shots bloody the beast before the Daughter closes the distance, and Sam only just manages to avoid getting his head taken off by her fierce jaws, the pistol knocked from his hand from the sheer strength of her. Another rake of her claws goes just wide of gutting him as he slashes in kind with his own blade, furious red lines drawn across his stomach with sickening ease even as the teeth on his knife wrenches another wail from the Daughter as it flays open hideous wounds along her side.

No way out, though. Her grip is iron as the Daughter seizes Sam on the next swing, wrenching his shoulder out of place before slamming him into the floor of the vessel, the howl of pain in his throat choked to death as the wind's driven from his lungs. Her expression shifts to something more harrowing than hatred as the curtain of her sodden hair obscures any sign or sight of hope, abyssal eyes almost demure in their hunger even as her jaws part and claws clench even tighter where they've bitten into his thin shoulders... before jerking, suddenly, confusion the last thing passing across the beast's face before slumping overtop of him as the thunder of another gunshot peals out faintly.

Wheezing, coughing, Sam scarcely has the strength to shove her off of him nor the moment to try before another boat bumps into his own none-too gently. A rough kick to the Daughter frees him up to take a shuddering wheeze of air before a familiar pair of hands, as calloused and rough as his own, all but heave him back onto his feet and into her chest.

"Carline." His voice is a harsh rasp, and the round of coughing that strikes him probably kills the already quiet affection in his voice.

"Sam." There's relief and concern and about a hundred other things all balled up and gummed up just beneath her thin layer of snark, thankfully. "Little too fresh with me, aren't you?"

"Shut up." He doesn't quite lean into her, but it's a near thing as the minutes pass, his breathing steadying and the coughing fit he'd been fighting tooth and nail dying back down. With a quick squeeze of her hand, he steps back, scanning the remaining vessels and the now calming waters shrewdly even as he starts rooting about for his knife. "Lose anyone?"

"Grim, Hook." He hears more than sees the slight shrug to her shoulders.

"Anyone important?"

"Nah, just bastards. You?"

"Grime... and Wren." He lets a frustrated sigh hiss through his teeth, soot-stained fingers smearing with blood as he tears a rag from Wren's cloak to cover up the corpse's empty eye sockets. "Stupid fuck. Told'm not to skimp on th'wax." His hands linger over Wren's pockets before crossing the dead man's hands over his chest with a shake of the head.

"Shit. Stupid bastard."

Sam feels her fingers just tangle in the tangled mess of his hair as Carline crouches beside him, shoulders just touching. He soaks it in, lets it and the sorrow linger long enough to ache, before shunting it back into its box to deal with later as what little Wren had to his name finds its way onto his person. "Blackhart still kickin'?"

There's a sudden, raucous cheer that echoes across the lake, led by a particularly loud and familiar roar. The dark green of Carline's eyes seem to gleam, the crow's feet accompanying her dry grin making her seem all the more amused. "Seems so."

Sam doesn't even bother giving voice to his thoughts, his flinty eyes saying more black oaths than he possibly could in a single breath as he follows Carline onto her markedly more intact rowboat, the morning light only just signaling the arrival of the day through the thick cover of clouds. With a rope lashed to the old ship, it isn't long before the two of them are paddling properly to join in the supposed success of another hunt.

[enginator2000]

infinite doodles 51-60 from last year. i love my infinite plushie so much, it looks so goddamn stupid and i like to violently shake it around. my real dog, kefla, actually stole him off of my bed a few weeks ago and i caught her chewing on his hair. i wasnt mad though, its what he deserves. plus kefla is just too cute to stay mad at. if you could see her, you would understand

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

[hum--hallelujah]

half of From Under The Cork Tree is edgy sketchy and explicitly voyeuristic but the other half is heartbreakingly tongue in cheek confessional. and this duality makes me want to scream

[hallowed-nebulae]

2025 Writing Goals

I admittedly feel a bit silly posting this, since it's been. . . a hot minute since I actually did things on this blog, but, I may as well make the effort! (this is entirely inspired by @corishadowfang doing the same -- if you like my writing, go look at theirs, especially if you're a fan of kingdom hearts).

i'll be putting this under a cut for sake of post length on dashboard, as i am Well Aware that i ramble, and i imagine i'll be rambling a lot. with that said!

i had a lot of goals and ideas for 2024 - i wanted to write a lot. it's something i'd started to notice, but this year i sat down and had to acknowledge that the times of 2019, 2021, 2022 even when i could sit down and churn out 3k words in one sitting, when i could update chapters semi-consistently every few weeks or so, is entirely gone. both because of my lower levels of energy, being chronically ill, and because of college work picking up, and things of that nature.

things have definitely changed a lot over 2024 -- i'd gotten diagnosed with POTS in late 2023, and this year by talking with my doctor, other friends, i've learned that i probably have EDS, which doesn't help with the energy levels. i'm trying to get better at managing my ambition with writing - that's a major goal, is to not start huge AUs or projects without pacing myself or being realistic about how long those things are going to finish.

another goal, most definitely, is to try to rotate my WIPs, and not just focus on only one WIP at a time. i tried that with crystal verse, last year, and it definitely led to some burnout, between all the exhaustion of everything else. being able to poke at different projects and not feel guilt about that is going to be incredibly helpful, i think.

also, i want to get better at actually working on my WIPs -- take some space every day, or at least every week, to at least add something. i used to have a goal to write 10 words, minimum, ever day, and i think i'll try to adopt that again as a 2025 resolution.

as far as WIPs that i've actually got:

Tempests Verse, my beloved, is over three years old, now. i started this thing in September 2021 and it's still ongoing, can you believe it? Storm Whispers, the current WIP, is going to be on hiatus for the forseeable future, until such time as @beastenraged has the energy or time to work on it again; it's written by both of us, after all, and i don't want to pressure them by writing a whole bunch on my end that they'd have to catch up to.

i do still want to work on this 'verse, though - since Dark Road has finished, i can now properly write out what happened with those sets of events, in this AU, and how they diverged from canon. more elaboration on the ghost xehanort, what happened with bragi, what happened with baldr, how Darkness even possessed xehanort's corpse, all of that. it's exciting, even if i don't know how long writing that fic will take or entirely where to begin. i do really love working with the mobile games, so i'm excited to work on this one, whenever i have the time or energy to do so. i reread all of Tempests Verse and took notes, last year, so hopefully i can be most consistent when writing this one, despite my poor memory.

Crushing Stones Verse! will still be poked on, as always. since it's become my warm-up exercises, writing a chapter of this AU's current WIP before moving to other WIPs once i'm warmed up, it's gotten a lot easier to work on this one. i finished outlining it, also, so while it'll take a good hot minute to finish, there is an actual end in sight! i look forward to working on this project and seeing how anyone reading reacts to some of the twists that happen.

Crystal Verse, my ffxiv AU (which has rambles related to it hidden over on @crystal-verse, my ffxiv blog), will get worked on as well. i'm trying to get better and not have there be an entire 7 months between updates like what happened last year; it's very ambitious, given it's a sort of novelization of, well, all of FFXIV, but i do also have an endpoint for this one -- currently, the plan is to write up to the end of Endwalker, and then stop. (that is, 6.0 -- no patch quests, no Dawntrail, nothing, just the end of the Hydaelyn and Zodiark saga.) given how large FFXIV is, this one will take a long while to finish as well, but i do really love it, so it's worth the work.

Miracles Verse will get its rewrite! to those of you who remember the original version -- please don't mention it, and i ask of you to simply read the rewritten versions with open minds. to those of you who've never heard of this au before -- good, the original was my first "got too ambitious and scrapped the project when i failed to execute it the way i wanted", so i'm hoping to do this story justice with the rewrite. this one will also take a long while, most likely, as i'm planning on using multiple digimon canons here, but i'm confident that as long as i rotate my WIPs and outline decently, i'll be in good hands.

Red Scales Verse, a new au of mine, is my first major RWBY au! you have @cheeseandcake-from-ao3 to thank for this AU, as they provided the initial idea, and have rambled with me long enough for me to decide to write this as an entire proper AU. no idea how large this project will be, we'll likely go to post-V9 for this one (and if V10 ever gets greenlit then who knows, we could adapt that one into this AU as well). i've only recently gotten into RWBY, so i'm not sure how well this will be received, but hey, who am i if not someone who writes niche fics that are for me and me only, right? (this AU begins with the premise of: what if ruby rose, and summer rose, were wyrms akin to the story of the king lindwyrm? and then things diverge and stick to canon in different ways from there)

i want to make room for more oneshots, also! i've got a couple that i'm poking at, one for RWBY and one that's for digimon frontier, but i miss just -- writing oneshots. writing a thing and being Done with it, and not having to plan for another chapter or work in the series or whatnot. i miss oneshots and want to do that more. so, that's what i'll try to do this year!

with all of that said -- please look forward to seeing more of the various WIPs, and if you have any questions feel free to ask! it's a bit ambitious this year, but i'm trying to be ambitious in a different way than i was last year, and hopefully will be kinder to myself as far as writing.

good luck to everyone else, in 2025, and may your writing be whatever it is that you desire to get done

[hizznbyte]

hahah........ 🍕🎹🥊🧊 for neri (and type if u'd like).... heheh,,,

[giggles and kicks my feet]

🍕: Neri loves everything sweet and chocolatey, Type enjoys fruits and anything that’s like, really fruity and juicy [haha. faggot]

🎹 : Neri likes photography and music production!! Type enjoys researching history and reading.

🥊 : Neri loves sleeping and playing rhythm games. He hates doing work and keeping tidy. Type is basically the opposite. Type is a competitive overachiever who enjoys math problems and long form writing, but HATES lazing around [it makes tgem feel guilty and anxious about not having everything together constantly. Oh the neurodivergent struggle..]

🧊: For Neri? Absolutely not! Neri has been through hundreds of minor and major character redesigns. I’m never happy with how it comes out so I always end up changing something. Typewriter is currently in their second design pass.. and will definitely change soon.

[snkts]

*fine with motorcycles but hasn’t ridden them enough to know. **do mutates count ? ***give him 5 minutes and any kids will love him. ****he’s taller than logan, how’s that ?

"You know my son's around seventy, right? ... But hey, you can try."

[ghostieblotts]

I've said it before and I'll say it again: I LOVE this song as an Owen song so much. It's brilliant. It makes me miserable. I'm cringe and I'm free

[ow1et]

i'll write something more in-depth later but just thinking about some plotlines that are always ongoing on this blog :

gotham's court trying to set up new facilities to make more talons, shipping in electrum, etc. and athene secretly sabotaging their attempts. she'll say it's because she's trying to save her own skin, but it's mainly because she despises how the talon program functions. the court has no knowledge that the saboteur they're hunting is within their own ranks.

athene's search for hidden pages of the historia strigidae in an attempt to learn the court's history and origins via a historical account.

in the same vein, athene hunting old court artifacts because she likes the history and the challenge. she can and will steal them.

the court "loaning" athene out to criminal organizations in an attempt to create alliances with them. while they previously would have never associated with criminals, the court finds it necessary in order to continue to maintain control of gotham. they fully intend on betraying their allies once they don't have any more use for them.

athene targeting and assassinating certain criminal allies of the court for crossing the line. only she knows the limits of what she can tolerate. others have tried to figure out logical reasoning behind who she chooses to target, but haven't succeeded as of yet. she's gotten caught and punished for it a handful of times, but overall she's good at hiding it from the court.

athene mapping out the court's many secret passageways, tunnels, and owl nests. partially a pet project, partially on orders from the court. after they fail to take the city, their underground facilities and most of the entrances to it are compromised for one reason or another, so attie is also looking for possible avenues for getting back into the cave system that the court previously used for their headquarters.