#welcome to dream city

[v-sansings]

HI SORRY IVE BEEN GONE FOR A BIT!

Things have been WILD recently! But I've never been happier to be free honestly. And I'm enjoying art more than ever now! And I've even made some friends :3

But the art is calling once again so I'll leave it here! Hope y'all enjoy the work I've got going. I'm more active on Instagram and Twitter. I'll prolly link those in my bio.. or make a carrd one of these days😅

To all my friends, new and old: y'all all fucking rock! Thanks for all the support and encouragement! It's given me courage to do new things with my art and I'm forever greatful!

[zaynes-left-chesticle]

Okay I just read Zayne's "Still in Dark" anecdote, and now I'm crying and also my jaW IS ON THE GROUND, WHAT IN THE FUC-

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enjoy the tags, I just needed to vent....

And I'm scared 🤣

[spiderwarden]

Not me listening to this and always imagining how when Karlach ( @infernaliscor ) chooses death, the scenario in my head is that she shoved Minthara away from her so she wouldn't burn up with her. Then Minthara crying outright as she crawls back over to her and pushes her hands into her ashes and collapses onto her knees. Staring down at what's left of her love, her darling love, and just cries before she barely has enough lucidity to gather as much of her ashes as she can into a leather pouch. Where she then has two swords made from them, two swords that she carries on her back as she goes into Avernus herself, just as she promised Karlach, and enters the blood wars to make Zariel pay for ever laying eyes on her. With Karlach protecting her back just as she did in life ... swords she will plunge into the Arch devil herself, still killed by Karlach even in death.

[invinciblerodent]

getting a little bit obsessed with my "cottagecore throuple" here, because the more I think about it, the more disgustingly perfect and idyllic the whole thing is to me.

like... post-game, I like to imagine Shadowheart absolutely thriving. She's a city girl with a deep love for animals, and spotty- to nil memories, most of which are of the worst things to have ever happened in a dank torture-basement: of course a sweet, picturesque forest cottage (so far I like to think that Petyr would call it "The Hovel", even though it's by all means a cozy, nice hunter's lodge) would have her downright giddy, and she deserves every ounce of that happiness ever.

As I imagine it, when not enthusiastically learning all there is to learn about the quasi-self-sustaining life (that she had dropped herself into by shacking up with a literal forest ranger), she spends as much time outside as possible: walks barefoot in the tall grass, stops to smell every flower (and even plants quite a few, just by the vegetables), and lays in the soft underbrush for hours at a time- enjoying the sunlight caressing her face, enjoying a nice novel (and/or a cuddle with Scratch, the cub, or her boyfriend once he sits down for a moment), or just gazing up at the moon and stars in silent worship. She makes friends with every animal that crosses her path, too: SO many potions of animal speaking are consumed, it's absurd. (She's best friends with the chickens. Petyr has to start farming acorn truffles in the basement for her, and that even proves actually very lucrative- in town, that shit sells for like 10-20 gold a pop.)

She'd of course bring home everything that'll let her. Little wildflower bouquets and stuff at first, but also every critter: from juvenile racoons just weaned from their mothers (they look almost like kittens! how cute!), to elderly foxes that just want to curl up in front of the fire and warm their bones somewhere safe for a moment. She's having the time of her goddamn life, she's learning a shitton of life skills she was never taught (finally learning things not meant to make her better at hurting people!), and generally enjoying a life that, while still plagued by remnants of the past (night terrors, perpetrator trauma, loss, grief, pains both suffered and inflicted, all that great stuff), has her feeling actually content with her lot in it.

And with all this, Petyr is... very business as usual, or at least he's trying to pretend that he is. Having someone in what was his space for like 20 years is strange initially, but if there's one thing he's used to, it's adapting. Making things work. (Plus, he's like, happy, or whatever. In love. You know, that sort of rot.)

Then again, he's also used to only having to feed himself with the very little he has, not another (especially another who is inexperienced at this type of thing, and a second another who just... drops by sometimes, always unannounced and unexpected, but never unwelcome), which deep down does have him a bit (a lot) more antsy about not just being the self-appointed guardian of her happiness, but also just... their general survival.

He's keenly aware that winters in the wild are never especially easy, not when you're so far removed from the safety of a community- especially not the way he's used to being alone, without even magic to keep you warm and safe. Usually, he spends most of the year primarily occupied by preparing for winter, and even like that, there have been lean years: years when he got snowed in for tendays, when he did something stupid and all the careful prep went down the shitter, years he had to go hungry and learn to make do with next to nothing.

So he compensates for- (and distracts himself from-) that anxiety by making extra sure that the pantry is stocked to bursting with all the goods there can be, and they often head out into the woods to hunt and forage together- although he's not a great (or even a good) teacher, Shadowheart (usually Shadow, often Heart, lately Jen or Jenny in affection) does make what he used to do out of sheer need, into something also done for fun.

Hunting and foraging are fun now, and soon, the cabinets are overflowing with jars and jars of dry mushrooms, so much homemade deer jerky, jams and jellies and pickles galore... there's mead fermenting, and homemade soap curing before it can be used, firewood stacked to the height of a person... herb bundles, garlic braids, grain corn, and drying peppers are strung up on the rafters like fragrant fairy lights.

Meanwhile, I imagine that Halsin comes and goes as he pleases- not entirely unlike a beloved stray cat. He just shows up one evening as if he had left not tendays, but only a few hours ago, kicks the duff or mud or snow off his boots, and leans his staff into its habitual nook by the door. He sets whatever it is that he brought this time in its appropriate place (be it otherwise unobtainable goods from town, or just a little gift, a treat to enjoy together), and he sinks into the worn-out armchair by the fireplace that was declared his the first time he stayed.

One of the others almost always then strolls by to settle wordlessly on his lap (if not both of them- that poor chair can barely take the combined weight), and just relax as his big, warm fingers slowly work through the knots and ties keeping their hair out of their faces, and, voice rumbling deep in his chest, he tells them all that has happened in Reithwin the past while.

The many smells of dinner and the comforting scent of pipe tobacco mingle with the fragrant herbs and the crackling fire then, and creates something that can only be described as the scent of home.

.............. and then all three just fuck absolute NASTY every day, in every configuration, and on every surface available for the next, oh, month or so.

[elegyofthemoon]

IF YOU COULD be at any airport in the world rn which one

the bangkok one i wanna go home but also to look at this cool statue :)

[2024skin]

Thinking about the gay Mormon kid I met in middle school and how all the other Mormons were convinced he was gay-faking and actually straight

[etrange-fleur]

You're going up there with me, so look forward to it.

Tag list - General

fifi talks - general posts

fifi's ocs - posts about my ocs for my oc x ccs

fifi's answers - my answers for anything related to my inbox

Tag list - F/os

🧡- the emperor's new clothes - Édouard Manet (Palette Parade)

🌙- moon eclipse - Yodaka Natsume (18trip)

⚔️- my prince charming - Cain Knightley (Mahoyaku)

🍓- the sun will always rise - Hallritt (Fragaria Memories)

🛹- dream exorcist - Ryui Shiramitsu (18trip)

🪈- ordinary happiness - Haku Kusanagi (Tokyo Debunker)

🍙- devoted moonflower - Kagetsu (Fire Emblem Engage)

🌹- the one and only in the universe - Argenti (Honkai Star Rail)

🕰️- befitting of all the pearls and sapphires in the world - Heathcliff (Mahoyaku)

🍺- summertime melancholy - Giotto di Bondone (Palette Parade)

🗝️- the key to a broken door - Lennox Lamb (Mahoyaku)

⚡- it's just the weight of the world - Oz (Mahoyaku)

🍰- a secret madeleine for you - Uraragi (Show By Rock!!)

🏯- the caged bird's knight - Heshikiri Hasebe (Touken Ranbu)

Tag list - OC groups

🎨- colorful parade gang - all my Palepare OCs

Other tags will be added in the future (also because I have no fantasy for some f/os tags...)

💠- a safe place one can call home - Tsubaki & Yuzuki

🏛️- welcome to sinclair city! - all my OCs from my personal project "Welcome to Sinclair City!" (intro here)

[ratatatastic]

if theres anything about sports summer tourneys happening at the same time thats remotely amusing is that everytime i walk down the street and make eye contact with people in argentine messi jerseys while im in a cats jersey it usually goes a little something like this

[dredshirtroberts]

my dreams lately tend to be pretty anxious (because i'm moving soon and my brain HATES this - also my birthday is coming up and I have Very Complex Feelings about my birthday as an event. very excited about getting older), and also very vivid. I've been remembering the vast majority of them rather detailed rather than the Notion Something Bad Happened which has been the case for most of the winter so far.

Last night i was being chased by cops through an area where every city was a different decade - like just stuck in that decade. It was also a video game? Mainly because i was encouraged to pull a McElboys and kill someone on accident because i didn't know how the controls worked yet, and then i had the cops from specifically the 1970s city after me because i had done a death to someone. So I'm hiding and hoping to reach the next city over, and spend a lot of time attempting to hide from the authorities. We finally make it to the next city over and realize it's the 1950s and we wanted to actually go the *other* direction to the 1990s at *least* so we have to GO BACK through the 1970s city, which is also the city where the college my sister went to is located for some reason and is also a city that runs on Musical Rules.

We can't get caught if we get the student populace to start singing so we can blend in.

There's also demons following us and attempting to capture us? I had magic that appeared like Falin's magic in Dungeon Meshi to take care of it and I could just eliminate them from existence but the magic didn't work on the cops or I would have done that.

I kept making all sorts of new friends who were doing their best to help me, and in the other cities people assumed I was one of them, instead of me which helped. But as soon as we were back in the one from the 70s i had to be super sneaky again.

Anyway... felt like sharing that the time-cops didn't get me and i got to scare the fuck out of my school bus driver from when i was a small child (he was driving the school bus we were on to try and get through the 1970s area faster, but we had to get off right before the university which was at the edge of the city) which was fun because he was kind of an asshole IRL and maybe shouldn't have been driving kids around.

also i doubt that in the 1950s diners were considered High Society Hangouts where people did dress exchanges between each other if you couldn't afford a nice enough dress. but that was kind of a fun element to it all.

[killj0y616]

There was an emergency broadcast announcing Guy Fieri would not be returning from his banishment to the Shadow Dimension. The City Council attempted to recover his corporeal form but lacked an appropriate number of scrolls, wands, or potions to do so.

[softly-and-suddenly]

Madelene B. Hirth, “Social Problems of a Library Staff.” Library Journal 46 (February 15, 1921)

[v-sansings]

MY FRIEND MADE ME SOMETHING!!!

LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL LESBIANS GUYS!!!! My friend @snuffpuppyart just finished it! PLEASE go give them some love! I damn near cried when I saw the finished piece.

[buglesgirlfriday]

okay i have just found out that apparently betty is the city editor in the insomniac games so pls give me all the threads of that

[caruliaa]

i think 1989 is no longer my least fave taylor album. but thats also terrifying to me bc the taylor album that is my least fave in its place at least based on what iv seen has very vicious fans

[theforeverstickynotes]

A short break in the Void

Wonder what song they’re dancing too…

[dodarsdagen]

Where is he?