#little rock.txt

[thegempage]

[image: digital painting of Patrick Dooley and Francis McQueen from The Darkside Detective games. They're young boys in scout uniforms; McQueen is sitting on a log and reading a book and Dooley is greeting him by offering roasted marshmallows on a stick. Dooley is smiling, showing that he's missing a tooth, while McQueen looks pleasantly surprised that Dooley is talking to him. It's nighttime, and the moon is highlighted. end]

we played darkside detective on stream today and since we couldn't do that the whole run we used the art time to draw more darkside detective art : 3. since we're working on the loch mess case it was suggested that i do some scout art for these two and honestly, who could turn that up??

so pls imagine this as a potential first meeting. i think mcqueen has always been kind of a loner and dooley seems like the kind of guy to introduce himself to anyone who needs a friend!!

(also, most of the line art here was done with this brush, and it fucking rules so i'm linking it here)

#little rock.txt #ciaran does the art #the darkside detective #also. if you didn't know i stream! i do! it's on twitch! #i don't have a super consistent schedule but i try to stream at least once and ideally twice a week

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bass had a thought and expressed it and it was so horrid that ferdinand, who we have not seen in a good while, decided to come up real close to the front, yell at it and then leave

#rock.txt #i'm sure you're familiar with the whole 'what tea is this?' 'oh i just boiled some gatorade' joke #yeah. well. bass had the idea of doing that for real. #which ferdinand. local tea enjoyer. did not take very nicely. #it was very very funny though. ferdinand is gone now by the way he was literally just here to scream at forte for a little bit #it was funny. i still love forte and support his actions even his atrocities

[thegempage]

[image description: three scenes of Tales From Riftdale characters set side by side. In the first, Stacy and Becky are enjoying a sunset under Christmas lights wearing silly holiday sweaters; Stacy has a mug while Becky is holding a bag of candy. In the second, Chief is patting down a partial snowman to make sure it's stable while Smith brings a large ball for the head; Chief is smiling fondly at Smith, happy that he's excited. In the third, Clairvoyance is leaning back in his chair, smiling and laughing, holding his microphone and fiddling with a pen as he enjoys a calm night on the radio. end description]

hey guess what @cagedvessels you get to see this again jfskd;lajffjdskla but seriously, these prompts were such a delight and i had so much fun drawing everyone having a good winter season!! so i hope you enjoy this round's @talesfromriftdaleexchange piece from me : 3

#little rock.txt #ciaran does the art #tales from riftdale #tales from riftdale exchange

[thegempage]

[image description: two versions of the same digital art piece. Both depict Smith and Chief from Tales From Riftdale sitting in beach chairs at the edge of the water, enjoying time in the sun. They're both wearing mid-twentieth century striped one piece swimsuits, Chief's having sleeves while Smith's is a tank top. Smith is holding a fudge pop that he's taking a bite of and stimming with his other hand while Chief is holding his flask and wearing sunglasses. They are both smiling. The top image shows them in full color, showing that Smith's swim suit is pink and Chief's is blue, while the second has them in canon-compliant monochrome. end description]

my @talesfromriftdaleexchange piece for this summer edition!! this year my buddy was @fallow-horn and he wanted Smith having a good day and/or Chief in an old-fashioned bathing suit, so i went with both!! this was a super fun piece, and another in my line of summer exchange pieces of these characters having fun on the beach fjksdlafjdksl

#little rock.txt #ciaran does the art #tales from riftdale

[thegempage]

meant to write today and simply Haven't so if i don't update this post with a word count before i go to bed assume i have failed lmao

#little rock.txt #when will i go to bed? #depends on how much writing i can get done #i have a thing i want to finish like. Tonight if i can + tomorrow if i can't #(or i guess later today. it's 1 a.m.) #so by the gods above and below if i'm not gonna do my best #and if i Absolutely can't i have a different thing i'm working on as well lmao

[thegempage]

i think i'm gonna go to bed but was anyone gonna tell me you can get a botched lobotomy in baldur's gate 3 or

#little rock.txt #baldur's gate spoilers #bg3 spoilers #medical tw #i realized about two dialogues in that's where it was going lmao #i ended up reloading after going through with the whole scene bcus karlach disapproved but fjkdaslfjds holy shit

[thegempage]

#117 for that hot BG3 lady you've drawn before? 👀

from your other ask:

(i hope i'm remembering right that you Have drawn that tiefling from BG3, that's who i meant, to clarify jdjdhfh)

i'm assuming you meant karlach, and if so, yes exactly jfkdlsafjdkslf (palette from here btw!)

[image description: Karlach from Baldur's Gate 3, draw in a limited palette of reds, oranges, and yellows. she's wearing a deep v-neck shirt and long pants, lounging on a cushion. She's winking at the camera, blushing deeply with a little heart, and saying "Hey soldier!" end description]

here she is 💙💙💙 karlach my beloved my darling light of my life, i will always take the excuse to draw her, so thank you so much!!

#little rock.txt #ciaran does the art #ciaran attempts socializing #shyyren #unless you meant *my* tav in which case -- jfkdslafjds #i don't think you did but i Do love fear-striker/solace in kindness #(she's getting a name change come act 2) #so like. ideas --

[thegempage]

gonna schedule this for morning. hi, i do commissions. if you like my art, you can pay me to do it, and in turn help me out a bit with recovering from moving. i know shit is bad all over the world and in people's lives so like, very much take care of yourself and the big things first, but hey! if you've got a little something, i'm also here

#little rock.txt

[thegempage]

yeah fuck it why not

anyway. poll for initiative: bedlam is good. the main characters are delightful and also in love. i'm writing about their first time together. this is a piece of that bcus i'm going feral about my own writing. lmao.

A thought apparently shared by Cassandra, as she sat up and Lys got the world’s best seat to Cassandra pulling off her shirt and tossing it somewhere else in the cabin. She settled on her knees, staring down at Lys for a moment to let them both catch their breath. Her skin glowed in the lantern light, the flames catching the peaks and valleys of her muscles and the streaks of her body hair, the orange blending with red to make something ethereal, like the fae who used to try and lure Lys deeper into the woods. There was a scar that started at Cassandra’s belly button and trailed up and under one of her breasts that Lys had never seen before. Her breasts themselves, free of her shirt, were practically begging for Lys to hold them. Looking up from her position lying underneath Cassandra, Lys suddenly understood why people knelt in church.

Lys sat up, relishing in how quickly Cassandra’s hands were on her again as they crashed back together. They slipped under her shirt and to her waist, holding Lys tight and bracing her against the lips that started with a proper kiss and quickly moved on to explore the parts of her neck and jaw that made Lys moan and shudder. Lys’s hands wandered between shudders, landing everywhere she could touch -- Cassandra’s hips, her waist, her back, her breasts, her shoulders, her neck -- to test for the touches and places that made Cassandra stutter and whine in turn. Trailing her nails along the curves of Cassandra’s muscles earned her consistent noises of appreciation and she delighted in how her nipples perked up when Lys cradled them in the dips between her fingers; Cassandra pricked the soft parts of her jaw on her fangs as her nails dug into Lys’s skin, lighting up nerves that had never been so awake before. Heat was continuing to gather in Lys’s abdomen as her body tried to process how much pleasure she was feeling even with no hands passing her waistband. Despite a gut feeling that she wasn't at risk of cumming untouched, it certainly felt like a possibility, as though the pleasure from being lavished alone would drive her over the edge. And perhaps it would have, if she hadn't found herself practically drooling over the idea of getting her mouth and fingers on Cassandra and earning a few even louder sounds, at the idea that the favor could be returned -- Cassandra’s fingers were thicker than her own, after all. And Cassandra had yet to bite her. Gods, she wanted everything about her. The sensation coursing through her was more akin to a hunger than any lust she’d felt before tonight, a craving for everything they could give each other, a desperation to put her hands on every inch of her girlfriend and commit all of it to memory. Was this the kind of desire that drove people to madness, to heroics, to acts of true devotion? Was this what people meant when they talked about true love? The lanterns flared up as she moved her hands to Cassandra’s face and crashed their mouths together in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and a rushing, boiling desire to make her entire mouth taste like Cassandra.

#little rock.txt #ciaran does the art #poll for initiative #poll for initiative: bedlam #suggestive #also. hi riley lmao djsklfjksda #welcome to my blog i'm a lesbian and i like writing about lesbians #also this isn't Actually the part i'm Most feral about but that part i'd have to tag that with uuhhh other things <3 #i need to finish this fic i'm going to go into my own walls y'all

[thegempage]

also ngl saying "i want to send that elevator to hell but i'm afraid it'd come back up" is one of the funniest ways i've described my feelings toward upsy your lifting friend

#little rock.txt #doc scratch + lil cal + upsy are all on the same shitlist

[thegempage]

listen. listen. listen. your loved one came back wrong except you're the only one who sees it. the love of your life is not who they claim to be. you don't know who they are but everyone else around you treats them like the person they're pretending to be and you have to wonder if you, perhaps, are the one who has changed. did you bring them back only to sacrifice yourself in the process? who are you? who are you to decide who they are? are you projecting the missing pieces onto them, looking for problems where there are none because you don't recognize the person in the mirror anymore?

#little rock.txt #does this make sense? i don't know jfkldsajfds #also this is major spoilers for smth i'm working on so i'm drafting this until that goes live #edit: lmao i forgot to post this when the zine went live #anyway here's a post from like a month ago i wrote while thinking about my pfi fic #i didn't get Quite as far into cassandra's personal crisis as i thought i'd have time for in the fic itself #but know this is mostly about cassandra losing herself and wondering if she ever really became “cassandra” #or if “ramhorns” was just getting to play pretend for a while

[thegempage]

i am. so tempted to sit down and read out 35 pages of writing rn

#little rock.txt #it's all so good y'all

[thegempage]

expect the unexpected (office romance, that is)

The Darkside Detective; rated T for mostly suggestive language.

Dooley comes back from getting lunch earlier than McQueen expected, and a kind offer turns out to be a sign of something more. McQueen and Dooley learn dreams can come true even in slightly dark offices.

aka: best friends to lovers except they've been pining for 20+ years bcus they're both kind of ridiculous. it's fine, though, they get there! and then they kiss about it.

as is always the case, i appreciate anyone who takes the time to read, share, kudos, and comment on my fics 💙

(a little preview below the cut, as a treat!)

McQueen felt McKing shut the door before he heard the man himself loudly proclaim that he was off to save the city by showing his face or whatever bullshit he decided on claiming for today. Which meant it was lunchtime, and that McQueen was probably alone in the station because Dooley had gone out to get lunch somewhere and McQueen had turned down his invitation (with somewhat of a heavy heart) in order to catch up on reports. He didn't actually have that many reports to catch up on, of course, but he liked the peace and quiet to do them in. Especially if he needed to edit any of "Dooley's" again (the Bloodwolves were getting better at reports, but McQueen had known Dooley for longer than they'd been alive and his voice was very present in the reports he did do).

Until, at least, there was a knock on his door some time later. A horrible second passed where he was afraid that McKing had come back to make fun of him for sitting in his office alone during lunch, but... nothing.

"Come in...?"

And in came Dooley.

#little rock.txt #ciaran does the art #the darkside detective #darkside detective #darkside detective fanfic #francis mcqueen #patrick dooley #this is the first fic i've finished for this fandom but i have two more in my back pocket to work on lmao #anyway this is very cute and it was so much fun to work on

[thegempage]

..... listen. listen. i'm thinking about interlude noir pt 1 again

i may or may not finish this sometime?? idk but i'm just gonna throw some words at this tumblr post before i have to go think about other things

Watching him was fun.

Scarlet could show up at almost any hour and there he would be, sitting at his desk, working away. In early, out late, the most dedicated officer on the force. A shoo-in for Chief at a comparatively young age, bright eyes and helping hands, and somehow, this long in the force with his sense of justice intact. Though she wouldn't, Scarlet always knew that she could tell him anything and he'd believe her, though he always seemed to want every detail he could wring out of her. A smart man, too smart of a man for this line of work; Scarlet had worked with the police for long enough to know what they were like. Except for him.

Sometimes when business was slow, she would sit in his office and listen. To the music he played, to the conversations he had, to the way he muttered to himself while doing paperwork. The way the other officers talked about him, the way they talked to him, the things they'd never say to his face but would spit at his car as it pulled away on a case. If she were less experienced with this line of work, she would have dared to follow him on a case or two, but something told her that he wasn't any different on the field -- not like the other officers, at least. Some of her girls had slipped her their notes after coming across him, told her what a gentleman he was even on the worst of crime scenes, even when he didn't know where their loyalties lied. One of them had winked at her once, called Scarlet a lucky lady to have such a man around her finger, and at the time she'd laughed it off. Playing the flirt was easy with these men, and the things that made him interesting made him an easy catch.

At least, until it... wasn't really playing the flirt, anymore.

He was still fun to watch, yes. But he was fun to banter with, too, fun to poke and tease. She would brush her hand against his and she could almost see red in his cheeks, ask for a light and pretend not to notice how he only pulled his good one out for her, sit in his chair before he got back and watch him try every way to do his work that didn't involve asking her to move. And before she knew it the laughs he got out of her were real laughs, the nicknames affectionate rather than cutting, the poise of her shoulders relaxed because she was. Her girls said she seemed happier, these days. Sharper. Like there was finally somewhere she could rest.

Scarlet was not supposed to be resting, when she visited him, but apparently... she was. Not that she had any intention to tell him, because she was sure that if he thought he'd stepped over a line he'd have a heart attack.

At least until he invited her over.

It was with a voice she didn't think he was capable of, a softness she'd never seen out of him, a whisper half to keep the other officers out of their business and half because he seemed afraid she would say no. Said he was worried about being seen together, for both of their sake, but that he wanted to treat her a bit. Seemed afraid to call it a date, but that... that was alright with her. They could get there later.

#little rock.txt #ciaran does the art #holy shit has it really been so long since i posted anything that it doesn't recognize my art tag?? #anyway this is a little tfr fic piece that i might expand on one day #it's about scarlet and chief -- we don't know chief's name so there is uuhh a lot of the word “he” in here i'm not even gonna lie to you #@ the discord squad idk if i'm gonna post it there but feel free to lmk what you think of this lmao #(i am also. debating. on some other details but i've got shit to take care of #so those 👀 details will have to wait for a bit)

[thegempage]

writing hack: buy one of those tiny microphones that you can connect to your phone (or other mobile recording device of your choice) and use it to rubberduck your way through whatever you need

idk why but sometimes the only thing that gets me unstuck is pulling out the tiny mic and wandering in circles while i talk as if i'm explaining whatever it is i need to get out of my head

#little rock.txt #i'm working on a video rn and i just. couldn't put together a particular problem i was having w the current version #but i did this and realized that i was spreading information too wide and needed to condense it #which i'm gonna do uuuhh tonight at some point lmao #i have a different thing that's technically more pertinent

[thegempage]

also. so like, i have my tumblr linked on my twitch, it's one of my main social medias so. duh. and someone came into my chat a little bit ago and was like "i see you're on tumblr.... just checking, you're not one of those people who's pro-censorship, right" and i was just. flabbergasted.

and i understand where the assumption comes from but it was so baffling that i was just like ".... i mean, i generally don't care, but that's way too nuanced of a conversation to have on a twitch stream" and they tried a few more times to get more thoughts out of me about it and all i could do was just. tell them again that i am not even remotely a political channel

like i'm here to draw my baldur's gate 3 character flirting with karlach, i'm not in the mood, headspace, or level of education on the topic to have a discussion with you about internet culture around media consumption

and then they dipped from my chat fjdklasfjdsklf

#little rock.txt #i'm not like mad at them but jfkldsafjkl #why would you hear someone say “that's way too nuanced of a discussion to have in this environment” and then continue to try and have it #i was not being subtle! i was not leaving it up to interpretation what i meant! #i am not a political or educational channel. do i sometimes talk character analysis? yes! #but generally i am just a lesbian who likes to draw and play silly games like