#working title:

[frodo-a-gogo]

cindy by the church

[ruii-cha]

a floating mirror. your friends (?) smile warmly behind you.

so i mentioned an omori x furina au? stay tuned i'm gonna very slowly work on character references in the event there is demand (some people proved there was demand for the au soooo), but in the meantime, here's the general idea:

in-line with genshin canon, actually! this takes place just post-fontaine AQ, when furina's a just a little bit traumatised and trying her best to hold herself together.

so she ends up creating her version of white space, where she can just forget all her worries, all her troubles, and have fun and adventures. the thing she's 'forgotten', the 'truth', is what she wants. who she wants to be.

somehow, somewhere, she's joined by three other companions (she doesn't know if she's made them up or not). there's a boy who tells her to call him WANDERER. there's a girl, maybe his little sister, goes by DREAMER. that last boy doesn't have a name- she calls him AEOLUS.

there's one more, another girl who looks like her but who has long hair. she says her name is FOCALORS, but furina always calls her 'mirror'. she loves the other girl dearly, appreciates her company and the tea parties she sets up for them, but she can never quite bring herself to call the other girl by her name.

(if you're looking for character role equivalents, wanderer = aubrey, venti = kel, nahida = hero, focalors = mari and basil both! furina = omori/sunny, of course. props to @alchemania for giving me the idea to include other characters, by which i mean wanderer, which then got me thinking about the actual story)

[canonical-transformation]

A little character introduction I was poking around at a few months ago.

[The young man] disappears from existence. It takes a little over a second. First to go is his his gait. From one step to the next, the skittish footfalls become forgettably generic. His centre of gravity drops, and what once appeared a lanky frame is revealed to be much shorter than average. Next, his face. The muscles of his jaw uncoil, shattering the illusion of a chiseled chinline. He wipes at his brow, which loses all definition, and his sandy blonde hair takes on a dark brunette. When the hand comes away, his cheeks are round and childish, accentuated by matching moles beneath each eye. The shirt and slacks are the last to go, flipped inside out by some sleight of hand to become a little red sundress. The man no longer exists. He has been replaced with a kurogo, a stagehand, a thing that exists outside of the story, a thing the audience has been collectively trained to ignore. It is a great power, being able to step outside of the story, even if only for a moment. Seeing the shape of an oncoming plot point, nudging the pieces this way and that: creatures of Story can ripple through worlds as devastatingly as one of Lan's arrows. It is for this reason that Fictionologists and Masked Fools are reviled and feared across the known universe. The creature in the red sundress is not at the height of its power. But it is still dangerous, the way an ember is dangerous if it is actively seeking out the right powder keg to float onto. In keeping with this metaphor, seeing as the creature has no name, we will call it EMBER... ⟨Bzzt! What is this, an epilogue? Bad name. Try for less passive.⟩ ...in keeping with this metaphor, we will call it SPARKLE.

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

how it’s going for shitsand in my feyquin au

[disgruntledkittenface]

snippet <3

thank you @louisandtheaquarian for tagging me lately! I thought of an idea for Femslash Festuary @girldirectionfest last weekend, and I've been working on it bit by bit this week:

Louis is perfectly content. It’s the end of a long week, she’s cozy on the couch in her favorite sweats, and she has a lapful of girlfriend. They’ve been making out for awhile now, their movements lazy and slow. Harry’s hands are in Louis’ hair as they kiss, her fingertips running over Louis’ freshly buzzed undercut. If it were up to Louis, they would stay right here for the rest of the night. But Harry whines, the sound muffled against Louis’ lips as she squirms in her lap. It doesn’t surprise Louis; Harry always wants more. What does surprise her is Harry’s reaction to the playful smack Louis gives her ass, her usual response to Harry’s antics. Harry pulls away, throwing her head back and moaning. Loudly.  Louis rests her head against the couch cushion, admiring her love. Harry’s eyes are closed and her chest heaves, her hard nipples showing through the thin white material of the tank top she’d stolen from Louis. “A bit worked up, baby?” Louis asks, running her hands along Harry’s sides. She can’t help laughing as Harry looks down, blinking slowly. “What’s gotten into you?” Harry shuffles back and stands up, almost falling in the process. She pouts when Louis laughs again, turning her back to her. Louis is just about to protest that she wasn’t trying to be mean, it’s just funny when Harry is a little clumsy, but then Harry’s hands drop to the waistband of her gray joggers. She looks at Louis over her shoulder, her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she pushes the material down. Louis’ eyes trace the movement and she can feel them widen when she sees what Harry had been hiding underneath them: red panties with a ruffle trim surrounding the heart-shaped cutout over her ass. The bright red contrasts beautifully with Harry’s pale skin, and there’s a thin ribbon covering her crack. It’s all Louis can do not to bite it. But she remains still on the couch, taking a few calming breaths before she reacts. They’ve been playing together for so long that their roles are like second nature to them.  “A few days early, isn’t it, baby?” Louis shakes her head, making a tsk sound. “Valentine’s Day is next week.” “I know,” Harry says, clasping her hands behind her back. She points a toe, dragging it along the floor. “But look what came in the mail.” Louis follows the jerk of Harry’s chin toward the coffee table, where a thin, nondescript package is laying next to Harry’s pink Stanley cup.

I'll tag @homosociallyyours @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @crinkle-eyed-boo @kingsofeverything @louandhazaf

[nonbinaryyugimuto]

realizing atem was turned away from continuing his shadow penalty games because he realized they were derived from the evil power of the millenium puzzle is making me think. a lot. about how he wasn't allowed to depict grief over realizing his own family and most of his court used the same evil power of ALL the millenium items against Kul Elna.

like :/

this is a young man that paints himself as a beacon of righteousness because he is so entrenched in his fear of being guilty of being an evil spirit and king. so much so it spans beyond his amnesia. and then bakura, who up until that point he considered nothing more than a demon, makes him face TKB who is a victim of his village's vengeance and Zorc's manipulation.

what was going through his mind, having to defeat the victim of the evil of the millenium items that was now seeking to use them to raise darkness itself? i think he should've been allowed a moment to break, to come to terms with the reality that his father may not have been the righteous ruler he modeled in his mind, to apologize to TKB even if futile and think about how there are wrongs that can't be righted. to mourn.

[browniefox]

I think I'm going to write a time loop story.

A trio of three people, more strangers than they are acquantinces, are journeying together. One is a normal person, one is a god or demon in human skin, and one is recruited by Bad Guys to bring the demon in human skin to an altar.

And then the time loop.

If any of the three die, the loop starts over. So all Recruit has to do is keep the other two alive, right? Well, that's a little hard if he's not the only one remembering loops. See, of the trio, Normal Person also remember, and very much does not want to see Demon taken to the altar and sacrified/demonified/whatever.

So the question becomes: who of the two is stubborn enough to have their way with the loop?

[caito-does-stuff]

i finished outlining the first chapter!!!!!

[poppiesforthirteen]

id in alt

[hazelcallahan]

[ranilla-bean]

✨ The Mercy of Magpies 《喜鵲之恩》 ✨

3...2...1... takeoff! 🚀 @ash-and-starlight & @ranilla-bean here to launch our project for @zukkabigbang2024 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

Rating: M Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender Pairing: Sokka/Zuko Chapters: 4/15 Beta: @faux-fires

Tags: Alternate Universe - Space, Space Opera, Depictions of Violence, Minor Character Death, Dilf Zukka, War, Han solarpunk, loosely inspired by Red Cliff (dir. John Woo), Decolonisation, Ghosts, the narrative is haunted, Getting Together, Slow Burn, eventual sexual content (i prommy), BBL Ozzy, thematically relevant magpies, interplanetary old man yaoi saves the galaxy

Summary:

In the XXXth span of the galactic war against the Phoenix King, the Avatar, Master of the Four Elements, summoned his trusted advisor to his side… Avatar Aang, prosecutor of the long war against the Fire Nation, tasks General Sokka with the recruitment of a secret friend hidden on his old home planet Emptiness II, razed a century ago. There, Sokka finds an impossible community, where peoples from all quadrants of the galaxy have taken root—headed by the Phoenix King’s own son Zuko. As he comes to trust them, Sokka becomes invested in the community. But war is barrelling towards them, and he must harness the spark between himself and Zuko to save Emptiness II… and the rest of the galaxy.

check out the rest of the chapter 1 art here!

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

detail of my feyquin au i just remembered.

feyre makes mini paintings that she gives to adriatans and kinda becomes locally famous for them especially among the fishermen cuz she’s always by the docks to practice her water powers. tarquin finds out and, of course, wants many but refuses to take them for free so he starts collecting seashells and uses them to “pay.” it becomes a game of sorts between them. anyway, feyre keeps every single shell and by the time the midsummer gala arrives she has enough to fashion into a set of earrings and a necklace. tarquin is very smug.

ok bye

[taikova]

here's some drawings from a "mt washington" -song inspired video project i never finished.

[frogcroak]

"If anything had been different, I might not have had my life with Barley. I have been happier than I could ever have imagined a cat could be."

why bother with endless border conflicts and the risk of starving when you can have a peaceful life with a roof over your head?

[hollytree33]

Hi so I might’ve made a painting of my Inquisitor while trying to mimic Solas’s style so I can pretend he made it