ok but joanna newsom writing little notes on her cds is just so 🥹🥰
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LETS SAY IM OBSESSED WITH YOUR MARRIAGE OF STATE AU
Just a little.
Maybe....
I have questions to posture you about if you don't mind-
How does adoption work in most Empires?
Also, if Xornoth is overprotective of their brother, and Lizzie with Jimmy, if Scott and Jimmy ever decided to adopt a child, how overprotective and spoiled with that kid be?
Does Scott and Xornoth have wings?
Is there a group in Rivendell that doesn't like Xornoth as king, and maybe some tries to take them off the throne throughout the years?
How does Jimmy fair to being in the cold?
Is the Ender Dragon important in this world? And how so?
How long does Xornoth visit Joey?
Should Scott or Jimmy even be trusted with a child?
Hello! Welcome to the chaos! Grab a seat, grab a snack, and join the circle!
I love talking about this AU (If you hadn't picked up on it by now XD)
Adoption varies from empire to empire, for some it is very culturally central, such as in Mezalea, and in others it is much more rare simply due to either the nature or size of the population, such as the Overgrown or Rivendell. In some places its more informal, such as the Swamp and in others its much more formal, again, like Mezalea.
The concept of adoption varies wildly between cultures as well. In Mezalea it is very much a formal "you are now part of our family as if you were born into it" stance, while in the Swamp its more along the lines of "you lost your family, whether through fate or their own poor choices, so now you will go find a new family either in your relatives or your immediate community"
The very concept of family varies so of course adoption is also going to change from place to place.
If Scott and Jimmy ever adopt a child that child will be absolutely spoiled rotten from all directions. (also addressing the last question here, no, Scott or Jimmy should never be trusted with a child tbh.)
Scott and Xornoth do have wings I had a whole crisis about it on here somewhere because I didn't want them to bc it felt a bit like too much but the more i wrote and built the more obvious it became they would have to have them. So here we are.
There are multiple factions among the Rivendell population that are Not Xornoth Fans. There have been some attempted insurrections, though not recently. The only major one was resolved with Xornoth's marriage.
Well now that would be telling ;)
See previous statement. But also yes, the Ender Dragon is going to be very important.
Xornoth visits Joey semi-frequently, though Joey probably visits them more often. Especially early on when Xornoth was still trying to figure out what was happening and how it happened XD
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Hey give me characters (etc) to draw I want to go mad :D Can be from anything, my own, yours or otherwise!
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From the wip game, whats 50 Ways to Not Learn Ghost Speak?
(for this tag game)
This one is based on a 2020 Phic Phight prompt by @a-closet-emo, and also a throwaway line @currentlylurking put in their phic, “Still Better Than Google Translate”!
The line in question: “I tried looking stuff up online, but then there was that whole thing with Technus and the duolingo owl escaping the internet, so that was a bust.”
The prompt in question: “As Wesley Weston hurtles in his mud-stained tutu and matching tiara towards the nearest building and his fate as a smear on said building’s side, he reflects on the ridiculous day he’s been having.”
I don’t have anything written prose-wise at the moment - just summary!
Technus unleashed Duolingo Owl upon the world
Wes catches the Owl
Wes makes a deal with the Owl: teach him ghost speak in exchange for freedom
Owl goes on about all these different sounds from all these different languages Wes needs to master
Owl puts Wes through a training regimen which, oddly, includes some ballet dancing. Which he can do, grudgingly - he quit ballet and took up basketball to be more normal, and he doesn’t like it when other kids bring up his ballet days. He wishes the Owl would quit poofing him into a tutu and tiara for the work - his dad has nearly caught him like three times today - but at least the Owl lets him keep this embarrassing ordeal in his room.
That is, until the ballet-parkour training.
And that’s what I’ve got! It’ll be phun to turn this into a fully fledged ridiculous story!
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Happy 50th Anniversary to the book that started it all! Thankee Sai King for never giving up. I know I wouldn't be the same without you! Long days and pleasant nights.
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I am finally setting up my INPRNT shop (https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/sweet_and_rotten/)
Let me know if there’s any of my particular drawing you would like to purchase as a print so i can upload it ! :)
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AAAAAAAA I AM COMPETITIVE AND WILL BOOP YOU INTO NON EXSISTATANCE AAAAAAAAAUAGAHANAAA
I WILL BOOP U INTO THE ETHER <:D
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you know i gotta do it to ya 🥸
The dresser is completely covered in makeup, jewelry, magazines, and a scattering of gin and vodka bottles - they all have interesting or pretty shapes so Venetia collects them, and it makes for easy gifts so long as Felix is willing to trawl through a bunch of shops. Farleigh is to blame for the six-litre light-up vodka bottle currently glowing pink at the very edge of the dresser, the one they all made themselves as sick as dogs trying to drain a few years ago.
xD Thankee now I've got to remember but THANKFULLY mostly do lol
I kinda rambled a bit?? So, under the cut here
Venetia's room was very much influenced by Alison Oliver's interview (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygMQn0viPcE) where she describes the room as being full of makeup, jewelry, mags etc (Elspeth's effect shining through here), and very pink and black.
And just the general MESS in Saltburn really heaping up for Venetia's room as an extremely deliberate choice of hers. A sort of control/ownership in it, especially since she's there all year around, and it can be so comforting to have a bedroom as an escape and let it be a complete tip that's just yours, no one else's.
The gin/vodka bottles are inspired by my sister specifically xD She doesn't collect them the same, but the prettier ones do get kept sometimes (and we even had this MASSIVE whiskey bottle (think knee-height) filled with coins never above a 10p in our living room for years that was my granddad's), and it's kinda impressive how elaborate some can go.
SO for Venetia, it's a few things.
The casual alcoholism across the board with the Cattons, the idea of underlying fucked-ness with so many bottles of pretty but cheap, mass-produced glass and the lingering smell of the alcohol inside, a few drops where it wasn't cleaned out properly and maybe some still half-full, reflecting the lights on the dresser and her distorted reflection back at her, lovingly enabled.
The half-hidden sentimentality of her keeping the gifted ones on prime display, but mixed in among a whole load of mess so there's too many things to draw your eye. And they're all very cheap in the grand scheme of it all, but these end up being what last for years on a dresser used every single day, compared to priceless gifts tossed in a pile and forgotten.
(hi yes I'm still going??? Oops)
Now, the vodka bottle specifically...Again, blame my sister for being super into vodka and flavoured ones until she got really sick on it once and then stopped drinking it xD Also, blame a google search for 'pretty vodka bottles' or something like that, and a light-up one popped up which felt too perfect.
Flashy and objectively cheap but it's 'saw this and thought of you' and 'isn't this silly' and 'let's get sick together for no good reason just to celebrate you and us' and 'here's something for you to look at and think of those memories when it was just the three of us when we're not here but you still are'.
Pretty pink and tacky and a shared mockery but if *any* of those bottles were moved even a centimeter, Venetia would notice. Left at the very edge like she wants it to fall, but would *absolutely* cry if it ever broke.
(Felix is the one who got the sickest on their binge attempt, and would've fallen into the pond if Venetia and Farleigh didn't grab him in time.)
(I COULD RAMBLE MORE BUT IM STOPPING NOW ISTG-)
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Honestly its such a win to have you in the showtime community, your showtime art absolutely MELTS me 😭
-@sm-baby
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either 💛 reunion kiss / relief or 💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss (which ever strikes your fancy)
reunion kiss / relief
set prior to the ultima thule portion of endwalker msq
Aymeric did not consider himself particularly prone to aethersickness, but longer journeys had a tendency to leave him out of sorts, mostly due to a lack of opportunity to build up a tolerance. Not that practice would have prepared him for the experimental aetheryte—a daunting name, but Estinien had mentioned one in his own reports, and the researchers in Idyllshire assured him it was safe. They had also, with strained smiles, warned him of some mild discomfort, which was perhaps an understatement, as upon re-manifesting in the Sharlayan teleportation laboratory Aymeric was forced to sit on the cold tile before he blacked out. The scientist was sympathetic, at least, and ready with a revitalizing tonic, which smelled strongly of mint and left a gentle aftertaste similar to licking a well-worn sock.
Not the finest travel experience he’d ever had.
The researcher at Confluence was also kind enough to point him in the direction of the Baldesion Annex, once Aymeric had recovered enough to walk, where he was greeted by a cheerful Lalafellin receptionist who informed him that Hanami was out and about on errands (of course). Further instruction led him down toward the harbor, to a seaside eatery named—perhaps in a fit of morbid humor—the Last Stand, where Aymeric did not find Hanami, but did find a tipsy Y’shtola and Thancred wrangling an astoundingly drunken Urianger out of his seat; Y’shtola directed him towards the residential area, and Leveilleur Manor, which Aymeric managed to locate mostly by dint of following the hulking silhouette of the roofline. (He thought, with bittersweet nostalgia, of the popular adage among Ishgardian natives, that one could always locate a road that led to the Vault so long as one could find a road that went up.) Hanami wasn’t at the manor either, but he did find Estinien glowering at young Alphinaud as they both ambled down the road leading toward a fountain plaza, and after exhausting a range of pleasantries with Alphinaud (and receiving a welcoming grunt from Estinien) Aymeric managed to ferret out that Hanami had passed by before making her way toward the library called Noumenon. And so back across the city he went, past the grand statehouse of the Rostra and across rolling lawns dotted with gazebos, one of which was occupied by Alisaie and a bleary-eyed G’raha Tia, both of whom gave him perfunctory greetings before confessing that Hanami had already finished her business and made her way back to the Annex.
By the time Aymeric made his way back, past the apologetic receptionist to the room where Hanami was scrawled in chalk on the wooden door, he was cold and still vaguely nauseous, and yet the discomfort melted away like hoarfrost under sunlight when his own sunrise opened the door.
She was only partway undressed, sock-footed and her nose still pink from the cold, and as radiant as Aymeric had ever seen her when she said, “When did you get here?”
“You,” he said, stepping forward past the threshold, “can be remarkably difficult to find.”
“Blame my mother for teaching me to sneak,” Hanami fired back, a slow smile breaking across her face as she sidestepped to shut the door behind him. She was already raising her free hand to brace against his shoulder, and when the door latched shut he was already stooping to meet her: her wedding band was on her hand for once, cold against the skin of his neck when he pressed his own relieved smile against her mouth. Despite the chill her skin was comfortingly warm against his palms when he spread them over the small of her back. Hanami flinched when his nose brushed against her own, and immediately her hands moved to wind through his hair, guiding his face down into the dip of her shoulder. “You are freezing,” she grumbled, while he huffed a laugh and stumbled slightly as she threatened to unbalance him.
“I was sent on a bit of a hunt to find you,” he admitted, and pressed another kiss to the scales at her neck as punctuation.
She murmured a noise against the tip of his ear—not an apology, not really, but the closest he thought she would come—and released her grip so he could stand properly, long enough to take him by the elbow and draw him toward the table. He followed, unbuttoning his jacket, and allowed himself a sigh of relief: worthy as his quest had been, he was all the more comforted by the reward of her presence.
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@50c14lly4nx10u5 here is pfp-inspired mees as thankee for doing a blog spam <33
[ID: simple pen doodle of a mouse with a smile wearing the broad round hat of a splatoon character i have not identified. the rest of the mouse is coloured in that character's clothing colours too. the mouse has triangle feet, big ears, a pointy nose and little whiskers, and its ears are pointed like the character's. behind the mouse is a circle filled with a blurred non-binary flag. end ID.]
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It's time for D-D-D-D-D-D-D-DEALER'S CHOICE - @jtl-fics
Needle AU | prev
next week! @thornilee013 !
Riko let out a strained laugh. "Not one for sweet talk, are you?" he whispered through the sting.
"No, not really," Jean said as he kept dabbing at the wounds with the cotton ball, letting the liquid sink into the wounds. It fizzed as it came into contact with the infections, and Jean kept moving across Riko's exposed skin until he'd gotten to every wound, careful to change out cotton balls every now and then.
MASTERPOST
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For the WIP asks game, can i ask about Dannymay 2020 Shorts - Science ?
(for this tag game)
So! The doc is actually called “Dannymay 2020 Shorts”, and I have been chipping away at the Dannymay 2020 prompts one at a time there! There are three prompts that I’ve finished, but the current WIP in this doc is for the prompt “Science”. It’s from Jack’s perspective, and he’s confronting the realities of catching the ghost kid vs. what he “scientifically” knows to be true.
Here’s an excerpt!
Ghosts don’t feel pain. Ghosts don’t feel fear. Ghosts don’t feel.
The science of it all says it’s impossible.
Jack stares down at the ghost in the alleyway before him. Its leg is stuck in the Fenton Ghost Trap - were it human, Jack would think that the leg’s broken, bent at an odd angle, the teeth of the trap digging into the not-flesh. It’s gloved hands are raised in a vain attempt to defend itself - the gloves are ripped and the hands covered in scratches, likely from where it had tried to pry the trap from its leg.
The ghost is crying.
“Please,” it whispers hoarsely, then whimpers when its leg spasms, ectoplasm welling from the wounds.
“Please.”
Ghosts don’t feel pain. Ghosts don’t feel fear. Ghosts don’t feel.
The science of it all says it’s impossible.
Thanks for the ask!
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Water time
It's water time for you too buddy!! 🌧️ Go hydrate!!
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