#welcome to dream city

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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!

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This is how I am with EVERYTHING!!!

I do wanna lore dump but idk where to start….is there anything y’all would like to know about any of my stories???

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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.

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Just messing with the gleamfolk buddies since they're fun to draw

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I feel like I post inconsistently here with low quality but I hope I’m wrong

But anyways uhm here’s some art uhhhhh have a good dee ig!

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Varari and BBQ ENA in a nutshell. Doomed, codependent, maybe toxic if you squint, but they’ll die or kill for the other, yuri.

They don’t argue. They both throw hissy fits and hold hands even when they’re arguing cause they’re codependent to the point of illness……my babies

making a collection

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Night Court Edition Addition of This or That

[myfairkatiecat]

Shannon Messenger writing LTSF: and vane couldn’t focus because of how much skin Audra was showing and there was so much skin on skin contact he could barely think. Audra crawled on top of him like she was there to fulfill all his fantasies

Shannon Messenger writing KOTLC: it was a kiss and they thought about the fact that it was a kiss and kisses are really great which is something they thought they knew before they kissed but now that they’ve kissed they really understand how great kissing is

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2025: January Wrap-Up.

I read a lot this month! Finally got around to the novella kick I had been hoping to do after NaNo (thanks, Tor!), PLUS the weather was fabulous for reading through some Snowy Winter Books, and I managed to daisy-chain between them really well!

Photos and/or reviews liked below:

TIME'S AGENT - ★★★ I had outrageously high hopes for this one (Pocket Worlds?! dimensional fuckery?! scientist MCs?!? queer?!), and unfortunately it turned out to be Just Okay for me. Very much a grief-centered book, very much a corporate hellscape future (I suppose it does have some Murderbot overlap, in that regard). How time worked in the Pocket Worlds was wild and cool, but I found the grief-strained relationship between the MC and her wife exasperating--maybe it'll hit right for allos, but it was not my cup of tea.

WELCOME TO THE GODDAMN ICE CUBE - ★★★½ I don't usually peruse non-fiction, but I'm doing a subscription box of nature writing this year, and they sent me this! Interesting cultural window to far-north Norway, very winter-approved, and pleasantly surprisingly queer. Glad I read it! (CW for much sexual assault/abuse, though, broadcasted clearly in the first couple pages.)

CAMP ZERO - ★★★½ This near future cli-fi was comped to Station Eleven (which I loved) and The Power (which I have not read), and takes place in far north Canada where something sus is going on at a building project. I was really enjoying it up until the last hundred pages or so, when things suddenly felt very rushed and thrown together--I might've given it 4 stars if she stuck the landing. Another good winter read!

BLACKFISH CITY - ★★★½ I can't decide if this is 3.5 or 4 stars, but since I didn't slam the 4-star button on Goodreads, I'm going to leave it as 3.5. I really liked this one, though! Love a good futuristic floating city in the Arctic. The worldbuilding was very cool, and the polar bear was appropriately terrifying. Had a lot of POVs and jumped kind of rapidly between them, which I didn't have a ton of bandwidth for this month. Overall had a good time! Might reread when the time is right.

LOST ARK DREAMING - ★★★★ I thought this one was also about a floating city based on (not looking closely enough at) the cover art, but it turns out those are Super High Rise Skyscrapers where the first few floors are underwater. More climate fiction, but this one takes place off the coast of Nigeria, and the comp to Rivers Solomon's THE DEEP is absolutely loadbearing (affectionate). Enjoyed this one a lot, too, to the tune of Some Of The Interspersed Poetry Made Me Feel Shrimp Emotions, And I Busted Out A Sticky-Tab To Flag A Few Lines.

THE DEAD CAT TAIL ASSASSINS - ★★★½ This was a lot more fun than I anticipated! I've really enjoyed all of Clark's novella-length work, and this one was funny and surprisingly weird and perfectly fucked up and unfortunately I cannot state specifics without being spoilery. Definitely worth picking up, if you like assassins and mind-bendy plot twists.

ADRIFT IN CURRENTS CLEAN AND CLEAR - ★★★½ One of my favorite January Traditions is reading the latest installment of Wayward Children. I really enjoyed the waterworld in this one, and All Things Russian are my jam! I should go back and reread Sugar Sky, though.

OVERGROWTH - ★★★★½ I received an ARC, and it was SO GOOD HOLY SHIT!!! I actually wrote a Thoughtful Review about it. Out May 6, 2025! Great things to look forward to!!

THE LANGUAGE OF THE NIGHT - 94*/259 pages read; will report back. Really enjoying this so far! It's very thoroughly introduced, and I appreciate the thematic organization over chronological. (*asterisk: By the page numbers, I'm up to 94, but there are definitely xl pages of General Introduction before the book itself starts--I am not exaggerating about Thoroughly Introduced haha.)

Under the Cut: A Note About ~*★Stars★*~

Historically, I have been Very Bad™ about assigning things Star Ratings, because it's so Vibes Heavy for me and therefore Contingent Upon my Whims. (Example: I don't like that stars are Odd, because that makes three the midpoint and things are rarely so truly mid for me)(I have hacked my way around this with a ½, which is really only applicable for me at ★★★ and up). Here is, generally, how I conceptualize stars:

★ - This was Bad. I would actively recommend that you do NOT read this one, no redeeming qualities whatsoever, not worth the slog. Save Yourself, It's Too Late For Me. Book goes in the garbage (donate bin).

★★ - This was Not Good. I would not recommend it, but it wasn't a total waste or wash--something in here held my interest/kept my attention/sparked some joy. I will not be rereading this ever. Save Yourself (Or Join Me In Suffering, That Seems Like A Cool Bonding Activity).

★★★ - This was Good/Fine/Okay/Meh. I don't care about this enough to recommend it one way or another. Perfectly serviceable book, held my interest, I probably enjoyed myself (or at least didn't actively loathe the reading). I don't have especially strong feelings. You probably don't need to save yourself from this one--if it sounds like your jam, give it a shot! Just didn't resonate with me particularly powerfully. I probably won't reread this unless I'm after something in particular.

★★★½ - I liked this! I'll probably recommend it if I know it matches someone's vibes or specific requests, but I didn't commit to a star rating on Goodreads. More likely to reread, but not guaranteed.

★★★★ - I really enjoyed this!! I would recommend it (sometimes with caveats about content warnings or such--I tend to like weird fucked up funny shit, and I don't have many hard readerly NO's). Not a perfect book for me by any means, but Very Good. This is something I would reread! Join me!!

★★★★★ - I LOVED THE SHIT OUT OF THIS, IT REWIRED MY BRAIN, WILL RECOMMEND TO ANYONE AND EVERYONE AT THE SLIGHTEST PROVOCATION (content warning caveats still apply--see 4-star disclaimer). Excellent book, I'll reread it regularly, I'll buy copies for all my friends, I'll try to convince all of Booklr to read it, PLEASE join me!!

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Ykw yea imma do it! Ask me questions about either ENA and Avi(webseries) or ENA and Varari(DBBQ). I wanna know what people are curious about!

selfship ask game ₊˚⊹⋆

wanted to celebrate hitting 300 followers so i thought i'd make an ask game!!! <3 please practice reblog karma if possible and have fun!!! feel free to answer these for yourself or a s/i, whichever is most comfortable 💌

🍬 - if you were in canon, what would the fanbase for your ship be like?

🧁 - your f/o is planning a surprise date for you two! what do they choose?

🍵 - do you have any pets with your f/o? if not, what kind would you like to adopt? how do they act around animals?

🍓 - what's a bad habit your f/o has?

🍦 - what's your f/o's favorite way to show affection? are there any little things they do to indicate their appreciation for you?

🥥 - talk about a memorable moment in your relationship.

🍾 - who confessed first, and how did it happen?

🍧 - which of you is the better chef? what's their favorite thing to make for the other?

🍒 - what is your f/o's love language, and how do they express it with you?

🥞 - who spoils the other more?

🍮 - what's something you do that always makes your f/o smile, and/or vice versa?

🫐 - what's your sleeping arrangement with your f/o like? do you share a bed? do they cuddle you, or talk in their sleep?

🍩 - what are some irl things that remind you of your f/o?

proship/comship + variants do not interact

[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.

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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 🤣

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Alright you know what time it is! Randomized scheduled art time :]

I’ve been on a mega hiatus from art posting but soon the platforms I’m on will be spammed. TikTok was the first and now Tumblr is my next victim😈✨

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VENA: trust your friend(based on the prompt above)

"I cannot drag you down with me. I already held you back before... please don't do this. Not again. Use your brai--"

"For someone with such a quiet profession when we were alive, you really babble when things get rough, huh?"

"I...I just do not want you to regret this.. if you do not make it."

"Believe me...this isn't a burden on me. I will get you out of here. Ponder this: have I given up on you before?"

"I suppose not.."

"Then don't let me do it now... okay, Renan?"

"..alright. I..... I trust you, Sakito."

Prompt #1099

"Have I ever given up on you?"

"No, never."

"Then don't force me to do it now."

[christinered]

How many times have you heard one of your elders tell the all too familiar story...

"I came to this country with $10.00 in my pocket and a dream for somerhing better for my future..."

There is room for everyone who believes that America is the place where you can achieve your dreams ...

The Only Thing You Are Given When You Come To Our Country Is Your FREEDOM! It isn't free (or at least it wasn't)

YOU HAVE TO WORK FOR IT!

When did It change and become.. you and every person you can squeeze in... show up by the bus loads to Live for free because we value all lives except the Americans who are suffering for it?

Please come use our mercy, benevolence and ideals against us to cipher every drop of free living they can for as long as they can.

OUR VETERANS AND FIRST RESPONDERS ARENT GIVEN AN OPTION FOR FREE SHELTER. FOOD, MEDICINE and EDUCATION. and THEY DESERVE EVERYTHING WE CAN GIVE THEM!!

Now that the freeloaders are told the provisions are over ...its time to work for your dream. or go back to your country...MASS CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR REIGNS SUPREME.

Don't believe me??? Stop by anytime and You can see for yourself what kind of damage and decimation 100,000 displaced, out of work, nothing to loose people can do in an almost consequence free environment.

Life Here In New York City is bad Kinksters. No one should be allowed to come here and get paid to piss on our doorsteps.

Am I wrong?

~Red

[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.