#marn writes

[charaznablescanontoyota]

MY PENTIMENT ARTICLE IS OUT YAAAAAY

I wrote for @uppercutcrit's end of year series about painful ambiguity, problematic faves, and seeing my own roots in the Jewish characters of Pentiment. I really love how this article turned out and you should read it!!!

eta also this has full unmarked spoilers for pentiment so if you haven't finished the game and intend to then don't read this yet lol

#pentiment #judaism #jumblr #marn writes

[demispark]

The last thing I expected when I woke up this morning was for Nagito Komaeda to show up in my podcast and the DR theme started playing.

#interstitial: our hearts intertwined #interstitial ap #interstitial infinity #Nearly spit out my drink when the music kicked in #god this ap is good but infinity might be my favorite season #riley hopkins and their amazing friends #kinds surprised that thats not a pre-existing tag #hang on Im still listening while writing this and I can't believe Nagito is continuing to be relevant I thought it was a funny cameo #lowkey glad that Marn isn't trying to a Komaeda voice thats a hard voice to do

[midnightsoldier187]

During tonights game Mitch Marner surpassed Dougie Gilmore on the list of three-asset games for gettingsole possession on 3rd all time in Maple Leafs History.

What a beautiful special boy.

#nhl #toronto maple leafs #leafs #mitch marner #mitchy marns #mitchy #look at my baby go #the three headed monster writing their names in the leafs history books

[polyboros]

im wondering how people on that poll are defining "participating in fandom" bc i dont consider reading/reblogging art & writing to necessarily be Being In The Fandom, sometimes art is gorgeous or writing is nice or you're showing up for a friend right. but that doesn't mean you're going around Making Posts or art or writing, which i would consider to be 'contribution'. but i can see how people would be like "well i read an mcu fanfic once, and i hate the mcu, but i guess i participated in fandom about it"

#kbitycus talks #and marn brought up interstitial which is a good point but i do consider that to be Interstitial Fanfiction #although the idea of writing interstitial fanfic without watching the source material for anything OR interstitial is like. hysterical to me #conceptually. need a new type of guy to appear and start doing that

[orbleglorb]

🌤️🌈

link to ask game

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

He opened the door. "Oh, hey!" Parker furrowed his brow. "Did I order something and forget?"

"No. Got something for Juke," DD said, walking in and setting an incredibly banged-up box of granola bars down. She held out another larger package. "And you have mail, Parker. It was on the doorstep."

"I don't believe the trek from the store to here was that tumultuous," Parker remarked, taking his package from DD's hands and nodding in the direction of Juke's delivery.

DD smiled. "My hands slipped."

"Mhm," Parker hummed, his lips formed in a straight line. "Sure thing. Well, Juke's not here right now, if you want to stay for a bit."

"No, I have a paper to write," DD sighed. "I'm not looking forward to it, but it's due in three days, so I should probably start."

Declan snorted. "Yeah, just maybe."

DD stuck her tongue out at Declan, and Declan did the same back. Parker just rolled his eyes and smiled.

-- from "Crabs road trip, take 2"

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

Lenjamin offered her a hand. She took it, and he pulled her up next to him. Hana expected him to pull away and let go of her hand, but he did neither.

"It looks rather old to me, but I think you'd know better than I do," Hana said, wondering to herself if it was possible to force yourself not to blush.

"Well, comparatively, it's young. These trees grow to be a couple of centuries old. But, it's old enough to bear a lot of nuts. The chestnuts don't appear to be anywhere near ripe yet, which makes sense, because their season just started, I believe," Lenji continued, pointing at the green nubs growing from the branches with one hand and holding Hana's with the other. "And… I think that's mistletoe."

Hana looked to where he was pointing. Sure enough, there was a small patch of green leaves and white berries latched onto the branch of the chestnut tree. Right over their heads.

"What's the tradition behind mistletoe, again?" Hana asked, even though she knew the answer.

Lenji's cheeks turned pink. "A kiss."

"So…"

Hana placed a hand on his cheek and turned his face towards hers, and before she could finish her sentence, Lenji kissed her.

-- from a collection of short works i've been doing for lenji/flattery. this uses the irm that flattery strewnberry is an alias for a retired/disgraced soccer player whose real name is hana sotou

#asks 4 sasha #blaseball (organizational) #credit 2 marn for like 40% of my DD lore #lenjamin lin #flattery strewnberry #hana sotou #DD/jules #< for organization #orble writing

[thehallstara]

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

got tagged by @charaznablescanontoyota and there's a very real chance these will literally all be from 12x100s but that's okay lmao (i really haven't been writing a ton of fic lately and what i have is for a wip that is not done yet so it goes skdjfska)

sorry that you messed with this (blaseball)

in the desert, nagomi dreams. it's not as if there's much else to do.

spectroscopy, or the snapshot of a light, and that which it absorbs (blaseball)

It starts like this: you need a distraction.

somewhere there's a fire burning (rogue one)

you don’t watch while jedha burns. or rather, you don’t watch while jedha burns. some part of you, in the broken vestiges of your scattered brain, does.

among the reeds, among the rushes (blaseball)

your first love––before the band, before the game––was the smell of flour on your hands. the memories it gave you: kneading dough on friday mornings with your mother, her calloused fingers showing you how to braid it into perfect loaves for shabbos dinner. the bakery you worked at all the way through college, and after you dropped out too, the reflection of your tired face in the bus window headed there before dawn, and the cane you left folded in your coat for the rainy walks home afterwards. the open mics–

sometimes you think you should have just stayed there.

find the few living things, rotting fast (blaseball)

it was always your idea more than derrick’s. well, that is to say it wasn’t derrick’s idea at all.

crying out for change/i don't think I've changed (blaseball)

the day after you fall, ruthless is waiting at your door with coffee and a six pack of beer. you raise a brow, and let him in.

an interlude of sorts (blaseball)

“So this is it, huh?”

climbing down the bastion now, take me out to pasture now (blaseball)

the first time you let it drop that you used to be a lil roadie, you're about hands deep in a dead body.

swing wide your crane and run me through (blaseball)

here’s the thing: face to face with them, silhouetted by moonlight in the doorway of your apartment and against every instinct of self-preservation in your body– you may just love famous owens.

make conversation to fill every silence (blaseball)

“…hey.”

tagging whoever wants to do this but specifically uhhh @idonthaveanyurlideas @riseinviolence @jirnkirks???

#s.txt #tag game #writing meme #i have. been feeling so damn weird about my writing lately so it's kinda nice to see stuff i've done laid out like this #arguably i don't need to specify the blb fics i think but it's funny this way #also. did not realize that pretty much the entire first section of the mike fic is one run on sentence until i did this lmao s/o #also the dialogue ones are a vibe. i should do that more #okay i'm done ty for the tag marn

[m-c-easton]

Submission Spotlight: Gulf Coast

You’ve got until September, so dust off that piece that’s seen too many rejections and get to work. In three months, give it another go and consider Gulf Coast. Founded in 1986, this is the literary journal of the University of Houston’s creative writing program. Phillip Lopate and Donald Barthelme founded the journal, which has expanded to two print issues as well as its online publications. The…

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#Donald Barthelme #Gen Del Raye #Gulf Coast #literary journal #literary magazines #Marne Litfin #online literary journals #paying markets for short stories #Phillip Lopate #publishing short stories #Sharon Olds #submitting to literary magazines #University of Houston #writing contests

[grandmagbignaturals]

i started today's 15 days of fatt fic wayyy too late, it's 11:48 and i need to go to sleep BUT i can't just smash this out because I need to do transcript reading....

I'm gonna come back to this. my entries will simply be late for me, but hopefully on time for america? or maybe just late all around, whatever its for fun it doesn't matter

#im writing a marn bucho fic today #i lov them

[theresattrpgforthat]

any recommendations for time loop games? or if not anything involving time travel?

thanks :)

THEME: Time Loops

Hello friend! Fear not, I have a good number of time loop and time-loop adjacent games for you!

Project ECCO, by Elliot Davis.

Project ECCO is a game of time travel and cosmic horror—a solo journaling game with a twist. Time travel across the pages of a planner, writing in and marking up the dates based on prompts as you go, ultimately creating an artifact of your travels through time. 

You work for the mysterious organization known only as The Agency , tasked with tracking a time-consuming entity throughout an entire year. 

In the end, will you destroy the Entity? Do you dare question the Agency? Can you find yourself?

As a solo roleplaying game, Project ECCO is great if you can’t get a group together or if you want more narrative control over your story. This game involves travelling back and forth through time, but there’s also the possibility of ending up in a time loop. You can use different kinds of resolution mechanics to represent different kinds of time-travelling technology, such as a d6, a pack of tarot cards, and a coin.

If you want to listen to a dramatized play of this game, you can listen to the actual play of this as recorded by My First Dungeon!

Reset, by Alfredo Tarancón.

THE END IS NIGH. AGAIN. 

You're trapped. But not in a place, exactly, but in a moment. Something terrible is about to happen, and your mission is to prevent it. Unfortunately, every time you try, something goes wrong. Something changes. And you fail. Over and over again. You're caught in a time loop, and the only way out is to prevent the Event. But you're at your breakng point, and you won't be able to endure many more cycles. The human mind isn't prepared for something like this.

How many Resets do you have left before succumbing

WELCOME TO THE LOOP

RESET is a role-playing game in which you play as time travelers who must prevent a terrible Event from taking place. You belong to an organization that has the ability to send a team to Key Moments in history to try to prevent them from occurring. But it's not easy. The technology allows you to create temporal loops that help you decipher the mysteries behind the Events, but there's a limit to the number of times a person can experience the process. If you fail to decipher the events that converge to trigger the Event, your mind will end up being destroyed, as well as your body, jsut another victim of the Event. You can only exit the loop by preventing the Event… or by dying.

Breathless games are great for setting tension, using dwindling resources represented by different-sided dice. These dwindling resources alongside a time loop that can only go on for so many repetitions means that this is likely a good candidate for game groups that want suspense, and high stakes.

Time To Drop, by Marn S.

YOU are a member of a heist crew about to pull off ONE LAST JOB. You and your crew are under the impression that you only have 24 HOURS left with one another - 12 to finalize your preparation, and 12 to pull off the heist itself.

You and your crew are wrong.

You are about to find yourselves trapped in a loop of those same 24 hours, living and reliving them as many times as it takes to identify every complication, refine your plan, and get it right. No one besides your crew will remember the previous loops as clear as day, but make a strong enough impression on someone in one loop and it might carry to the next. What you do here matters. What you do here has to matter, if you ever want to say your final goodbyes and get out of the game for good.

Time to drop. Fuck shit up.

Time To Drop is a GM-less tabletop game where you and your friends take on the roles of a heist crew trapped in a time loop, trying to get their final job right and ride off into the sunset with the goods. You'll use dice and a tarot/oracle deck to determine and overcome Complications such as your Mark, and the Guard of the goods you're after, ally with NPCs, and spend downtime phases working through your feelings about the crew splitting up.

You’re going to need dice and a tarot deck to play this one. Time to Drop combines heist fiction with time loop fiction, putting a series of complications in front of your team that they’ll have to overcome if they want to get away scot-free. If you want an action-packed game with just enough structure to help you get from one point to the next, this might be the game for you.

What’s So Cool About Time Loops? By Max Kämmerer.

“What’s so cool about time loops?” Lots of things, honestly. But what is cool about your time loop? Play to find out! Climb out the trenches of a war. Celebrate a family holiday. Take your final exams. Experience the day a meteor crashes into the city. Play the championship-winning game. Or witness the assassination of a politician. Again, and again, and again…

At least until you manage to break the loop…

To do something in this game, you start with 2d6 and add or subtract dice according to helpful and unhelpful circumstances. Roll an 8 or higher and you succeed! For the GMs, there’s a page of advice as well as a roll table of suggestions as to scenarios that might be taking place or various reasons why the time loop started in the first place.

WSCA games are usually pretty simple, which means that you can make the stakes as big or a small as you like. If your group wants to navigate a small-stakes, everyday complication, you can do that, but you could also use this game to tell a story about highly-trained professionals in a doomsday situation.

Thrown for a Loop, by DMan1198.

Your players live in a highly advanced town filled with brilliant scientists and a state of the art super-collider, that seems to be having an issue. Now the day keeps resetting, and your players are the only ones that seem to be aware of it. Can they find the answer to why the day is resetting, or are they doomed to relive this day forever?

This is a pretty bare-bones document, but the premise is interesting. You are all citizens of a little town, with various roles that may help you figure out how to stop the time loop. The game relies on d100 rolls, so you’ll probably need a couple of d10s and that’s about it.

This is a game for folks who either want to collaboratively create their own town or have the GM come up with a town for the group to explore. The document has the basic rules of how to resove actions and a list of character types, but not much else.

Too O’Clock, by Xander Hinners.

Hey! Have you ever seen a sitcom or cartoon bottle episode where all its wacky hijinks are based on the main character being trapped in a time loop? TOO O'CLOCK is made specifically to model those episodes! You and a friend toss coins to shape your show's antics around the weekly aeso--

Hey! Have you ever seen in a story where a character trapped in a time loop uses their infinite redos to their advantage, to (re-re-re-)try achieving a goal with another character? TOO O'CLOCK is made specifically to model those scenes! You and a friend toss and collect coins to disco--

Hey! Have you ever been stuck repeating your life, trapped for what feels like a trillion seconds, echoing your experience over and over until every detail is etched into your skull and eroded again by its endless tides? I have. It's why I wrote TOO O'CLOCK; part memoir, part warning.

Too O-Clock follows the story of a single character as they try to navigate a time loop, using coins or another binary form of resolution. The story is a collaborative narrative, with the players able to take on different roles at different points. The game has 7 different iterations, with the 7th iteration looking very very different from the 1st. This game is a great candidate for a table that really loves the tactile sensation of moving tokens, flipping coins, and keeping track of stacks to help you map how far you’ve gone.

You Might Also Want to Check Out...

My Time Travel rec post!

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #game recommendations #dnd #asks #indie ttrpg #time loops #time travel

[dearstvckyx]

Master List + Who I Write For or Will Write For ⊹₊ ⋆

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

NHL

Luke Hughes

Jack Hughes

Quinn Hughes

Nico Hischier

Mitch Marne

Trevor Zegras

Jamie Drysdale

Cole Caufield

AU’s

Singer Hughes (Instagram Au)

Multi

You Wear Their Jersey For The First Time (head canon/nhl)

#bucky barnes #luke hughes #jack hughes #quinn hughes #nico hischier #mitch marner #william nylander #trevor zegras #jamie drysdale #cole caufield #marvel #nhl #hockey #fan fiction #new writers on tumblr

[ladytabletop]

🎲, 📖, ✨?

🎲 A game designer I want to work with someday

You're really putting me on the spot here, Josh! There are too many to count. I'd love to collaborate with you, or Rae Nedjadi, or Jay Dragon, or Felix Isaacs, or Spencer Campbell, or Avery Alder, or Kayla Dice, or Keganexe, or kramstack, or Grant Howitt, or the folks over at Soulmuppet, or Caro Ascerion...the list goes on! I've been so inspired digging into the indie design scene and blown away by the fantastically talented people here - I am like a leetol baby in this space, happy to learn and grow and maybe someday get to write stuff that inspires other folks also!

📖 My favorite class or playbook from a game.

the Oath of Wood from GilaRPGs recent lumen 2.0 foray, Hunt.

It's a fun self-enclosed diceless game where you play a doomed order of knights on a quest to slay a fearsome beast. Succeed, and your order is saved. Fail, and you perish and pass beyond memory. The Oath of Wood gives you a means of communing with the Wood you travel through.

✨ A game I wish more people were talking about

House by Marn S. If you're a House of Leaves or unreality/weird spiraling horror fan, you need to play this game.

Ask me about games

#the lady answers

[charaznablescanontoyota]

boat for short motherfuckers?

the lake is so quiet that audrey can hear the chirp of every insect, the call of every bird, the sound of her own heart palpitating in her chest. her eyes are squeezed shut so she doesn't have to see how far out in the water she is, but that just makes it worse - each wave that rocks her little rowboat could be someone with a mask and a knife coming up underneath it, tipping it over, dragging her below the surface.

"closing your eyes makes it worse," trish calls, across the water.

"yeah, i kind of noticed," audrey says flatly.

still. she opens her eyes. there are only three of them left on the lake, now; shigeo got his exit a full thirty minutes of mindful meditation ago, and shadow got his soon after. audrey's pretty sure shadow just fell asleep in his paddleboat, but the car must have counted it as enough rest and relaxation for the door to appear.

so it's her, it's trish, and it's al, who technically has a door on his boat already, but volunteered to stay behind until the others did too. maybe he wasn't expecting it to be so hard for them to relax, but he doesn't seem to mind having more time to fish with the improvised rod he put together back on the shore.

audrey sighs and drags her hands down her face. she can feel her genre butting up against the premise of this car, her danger sense pinging off of something she knows isn't there, and it's like bees in her brain. so maybe, actually, fuck the premise. maybe the way she gets through this isn't by being quiet and alone.

"when's the last time you were on a boat?" she asks aloud.

"oh," trish says. she's aimlessly paddling her paddleboat - pink, naturally - around in circles, sending ripples through the water. "in italy, when we split off from fugo. i don't remember a lot of it. i was dying."

audrey silently adds this to her mental catalog of insane trish anecdotes. she's not sure what reply she was expecting but - sure, italy. venice has waterways, right? that makes some kind of sense.

"you were dying?" al asks.

"my dad," trish says, which is all the elaboration she needs to give, because they've all seen her dad firsthand.

"i think the last time i was on a boat was when teacher took on me and brother as her students," al offers - maybe to cut the awkwardness, god bless him. "she stranded us on an island for a month."

"hey," audrey says. "what?"

"that's where i learned to fish," he adds cheerfully, every bit as skilled as trish at not elaborating on the anecdotes he shares from his home world. it's just harder to get annoyed at him for it.

"what about you?" trish asks.

audrey looks to her, squinting against the sun. "what?"

"when were you on a boat last?"

"oh. uh." she has to think about it. "i dunno. lakewood has...a fucked up lake. like, 'a murderer got shot by the cops there' fucked up. kids only go out there on a dare, or to fuck with each other."

the last time she was at the lake was at that party where noah almost drowned, she's pretty sure. audrey grimaces, tries once again to put the idea of outstretched hands under the water, ready to grab her ankles, out of mind.

"trish," she says aloud, grasping for something else to think about. "tell me a story that isn't about a time you almost died."

"i blew up a plane, once," trish says immediately, then pauses, hums to herself. "i think i almost died during that, actually. so - disqualified?"

"uh, no, fuck that. tell me about the plane you blew up," audrey says. it's true that the story might not meet her criteria but once, just once, she wants to hear the full story behind something outlandish that trish has so casually dropped into a conversation.

trish looks taken off guard; there's a beat of silence before she starts to actually tell the story, her voice low and careful, her eyebrows furrowed as she draws on the memory. audrey uses one oar to rotate her boat so she's facing trish, a little closer than before, then closes her eyes again and listens. it's easier to tune out the insects and the birds this time, easier to ignore the waves that rock the boat.

#interstitial infinity #THANK YOU TB #marn writes #the discord message is fully from 2 weeks ago LMAO we were talking in the gc about the kids going fishing #and being in a car that forces them to just stop and chill for a second #and i think the two from high octane scary stories would not take it. well. #and also i like it when they have to talk to each other

[madaboutmunson]

sad-rockstar-Steve x tour-photographer-Eddie

Little idea I had and decided to write it

"I do NOT want this assignment, Marney!" Eddie pushes the flimsy file back over to his agent. He already knows what's inside. It shows up at least once a year, which was a relief comparing it to how frequent the request used to be.

"Eddie, baby, hear me out. It’s not an assignment. It is a project. It could get you back on the radar. It's not even a tour, really, it's a residency, and his team have already provided you with a list of shots he wants for the book. It's pose, point and shoot, Ed. Easy money." She slides it back over to him, keeping her fingers on top of it firmly, drumming her bright red talons on the card as she looks him right in the eyes, "and it's not like the gigs have been rolling in for you, now have they, sweetheart? Other than the family portrait business that I know you absolutely adore!" She smirks and holds his gaze. Using his favourite pet name against him makes his blood boil, but he isn't angry with her. It was Him.

"Gigs drying up for us is not my fault! The last client wanted all candid behind-the-scenes shots. I provided that. I edited them, barely, because they wanted the realism of life on the road, and they ok'd them. It's not my fault the internet is a cruel, unforgiving place!” Eddie exclaims in annoyance, “Especially when it’s full of Harronites, or whatever those lunatics call themselves." Eddie mumbles under his breath.

She raises her eyebrow at him, "He asked for you specifically." She says, and flicks open the folder revealing an old photo Eddie had taken of Rock Phenom Steve Harrington at one of his shows. He didn’t know what was so special about the picture. He’d taken this shot hundreds of times for artists. It's on a list of shots they can ask for. The artist climbs the barrier, and the hands of the fans reach up to them like worshipers praising their false idol. Eddie waves his hand, and the artist looks straight down the lens. It's supposed to be a duality of intimacy. The solid eye contact with the camera whilst in the arms of strangers, eager to reach out and touch their obsession which none of them would ever possess. Lest of all, that guy. 

What a piece of work. Ruined Eddie’s career and, damn, near ruined his life! 

"He says," she balances her reading glasses on the tip of her button nose and pulls the sticky note from the photo, "no one captures his truth like Eddie Munson." She flips over the message so Eddie can see, “Signed it too. Could be worth something?”

"I've never even spoken to the guy. Why's he so obsessed with me?" Eddie whines, and his agent shrugs.

"Does it matter, Ed? There are a lot more zeros here than we'd see normally."

"Something seems off about this. I don't like it."

"You like his stuff, don't you?"

"Did! I did like his stuff until I published that stupid photo. He's been on my case ever since."

"Not flattered, Eddie?" She laughs

"At first, sure. Until his demands started rolling in, and his fans started giving me grief for declining them. They called me washed up! I hadn't even begun! I thought that picture was gonna be my big break! It went viral! Remember you told me that! But it was actually my demise, Marn!" Eddie seethes, “Imagine calling up your horde of rabid fans because you couldn’t get your way!” He closes the file and folds his arms. “No fuckin’ way! I can’t post a picture of a fucking sunset without his fans all over it like a rash.”

“Then just say yes, Eddie. It can’t be any worse than it is right now.” Marney says with a kind smile of compassion. She did want what was best for him, and though it killed him to admit it, he did need that money. He was in debt up to his eyeballs, barely breaking even at the studio, and the numbers on the cheque he saw, could clear that and then some.

Eddie sighs and sinks back into his chair, “I’m gonna regret this. I know I am.” he says tensely, running his hand through his hair.

He looks up at her, and she is already back in her chair, phone in hand, finger poised over the green call button. 

At his lowest, Eddie admits defeat and nods.

#eddie munson #eddiemunson #eddie munson fan fic #eddie munson fan fiction #steddie #steddie fan fiction #steddie ficlet #steve harrington

[polyboros]

ghost hunter malik and shaq + silent fury?

(ghost hunter au—shaq is a ghost in the machine who maybe got killed by a haunted cartridge of mario sunshine, and malik is his best friend who is trying to figure out what the hell happened to him (and why he’s ignoring aer calls))

it’s a little fucked up, that malik keeps shaq’s streams on as ae tries to piece together what happened to him. but really, it’s just another thing to add to the list—ae hasn’t dusted his apartment, despite it setting off aer allergies, just so ae can’t forget he never came back. ae still has that picture of him and aer in aer wallet. the whole conspiracy board, according to mcdowell, is “a huge red flag.”

maybe the streams are the worst thing, though, because nothing else quite manages to make aer so pissed off.

today, it’s an animal crossing stream. new horizons. the first since shaq’s streams mysteriously came back, and shaq is—it’s stupid. it’s possibly the stupidest thing that malik’s gotten mad about since ae noticed that shaq took down all the pictures of aer in his fake-fake-fake room.

there’s a good few handfuls of letters from malik in shaq’s little animal crossing mailbox, and he’s ignoring all of them.

“don’t spam the divorce emote in the chat, guys, i went missing. pretty sure malik would get upset if i opened up some weird- personal, uh, animal crossing mail? on stream. i’ll open it later!”

yeah, right, malik thinks, sorting through a box of shaq’s old games. ae’s just barely resisting the urge to roll aer eyes. just like you totally answered all of my calls. and my texts. animal crossing’ll be the thing to get you to talk to me.

ae doesn’t bother saying any of it. not aloud, not to shaq’s voicemail every time ae gets sent to it, not to mike when he asks aer what’s wrong, not to the empty chair where shaq’s supposedly streaming from.

the right person would never hear it. not yet.

malik wants to make sure he’ll hear every word.

#shaqmalik animal crossing divorce #kbitycus art #prompt reward #charaznablescanontoyota #thank you marn this was extremely funny to write #shaq who didnt talk to malik in blaseball normal from the hall either. Buddy

[humanmorph]

Lye „Lyke“ Lychen as a sacrifical altar (to Aterika’Kaal) (but he's also kind of the sacrifice)

my @secret-samol gift for @bronanlynch! for the Aterika’Kaal/Lyke prompt of „what if things had gone differently and Aterika'Kaal was still with Lyke“.

notes on this under the readmore!

AU

In this scenario Lyke would succeed in getting the heart of the Motherbeast in Episode 47 and while Alaway would notice & probably still call out to Aterika’Kaal the way he presumably did in canon, Lyke would be there and get to make a compelling case to Aterika’Kaal the likes of „If you stay with me I am going to feed you. I’ve taken care of you until now, I’ll keep doing that“ (argument supported by the fact he’s currently holding the heart of an incredibly powerful dead god). Aterika’kaal agrees and they barely escape through the Sanctum of the Stone Chorus portal. I think it's fun if Lyke then stays there after the hour described in the move is over, maybe knowing he can't convince Pickman & the others that what he's done is actually good, and fine, there's not even anything to worry about he has this totally handled, But yeah he then sets out from whereever in Sangfielle Aterika'Kaals domain is (Austin did say it was an actual place somewhere), and the rest of the Blackwick Group is left to wonder what the hell happened since Lyke just vanished! Alaway has possibly fucked off too after losing the heart. And them getting fired, the Carnival of Moted Light etc. would still happen (and I guess Chine would succeed at what they were doing since Lyke isn’t there?) and who knows if they’d take any action in finding Lyke after that! All that aside though, Lyke basically offers himself to feed on (through blood and/or energy) and to sustain that he keeps consuming(not literally eating) powerful objects/artifacts/resources and possibly eventually living things (I’d imagine he'd still take work as a „please deal with this weird shit for us“ person and when he has to kill a cursed beast or whatnot... might aswell feed Aterika'Kaal?) (What also plays into that decision, and is part of Lyke justifying this to himself, is that without him, Aterika’Kaal would become too powerful. So he aims to function as kind of a conduit & control the power intake so to speak. I think this probably doesn’t work for very long.) I think this eventually goes bad for him because it’s super taxing on his body and the whole deal kind of flips with Aterika’Kaal feeding/keeping HIM alive. He starts finding bodies in the domain again (alternatively, Aterika'Kaal gets better at hiding them because it knows Lyke doesn't particulary like it when it does that). Lyke probably gets stronger due to this power/magic wise, but also way more fragile (he's constantly anemic!). („I love you. I want us both to eat well.“ - Christopher Citro) („When I write of hunger I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and it is all one.“ M.K. Fisher) Notes: I put some resources Lyke’s canonically had in-game + some extra stuff in this picture (the arrow is a reference to Marn’s epilogue, the bugs are bugs (with possibly sinister connotations. If you want them to have those, it’s optional) and the fur is from the Ravening Beast). Another detail I came up with I might aswell tell you because otherwise noone might ever know: the ring with the blue stone is a gift from Es. Sketch Notes: 1. Lyke turning his head to kiss a rose / exposing his neck was one of my very first ideas/sketches I made while working on this, and I liked it too much to not include it. 2. This is supposed to be Aterika'Kaal giving Lyke a blood transfusion but it rather looks like it's feeding on him instead...! I like how the relaxed pose turned out. 3. I wanted to draw something smaller in a simpler style to fill the big canvas I was drawing these on (even though now I put them in separate files anyways...). The day I drew this I saw a tweet about a medieval monks sketchbook, so I was still thinking about that. I didn't even plan to color it originally but I ended up getting invested, haha

Inspired mainly by these 3 quotes: „KEITH: I’m a walking- I am a shrine to Aterika’Kaal.“ (Sangfielle 12: The Secret Ledger of Roseroot Hall Pt. 4) „KEITH: There's a version of dealing with Aterika'Kaal that ends with Lyke being satisfied that he rehabilitated a god or at least it looks […] like what he thinks Aterika'Kaal would have been before the YVEs showed up. That's probably his main retirement path, but it also might kill him instead.” (Sangfielle 47: Wax, Iron, and Ichor Pt. 4) „AUSTIN: As you’re fading, the last thing that you do is make this blood sacrifice to Aterika’Kaal. Your own blood.“ (Sangfielle 52: Six Travelers: Lyke)

#secret samol #sangfielle #friends at the table #fatt #rosa art #lye lychen #aterika'kaal #lyke #guy of all time btw this was such a joy to draw and think about #its so funny to me though because i almost put lyke/aterikakaal on my own prompt list but then for whatever reason didnt #and then i saw it on the spreadsheet (2) & was like 'man i hope someone picks them. i want to see this.' BUT IT WAS ME... IM SOMEONE.... #@ those 2 people (one is eliot bronanlynch. i know this) especially: i hope you enjoy!!!!!! @ everyone else you too ok : ) #the notes were in a pdf originally i didnt think id write so much. #i thought about making it bullet points maybe itd look neater on tumblr but i dont. want to... copy&paste it is... #this isnt the first time i painted digitally but it MAY be the first time ive had a good time with it #i used the twitter circle thing for the first and possibly last (until next secsam) time for this so i could post wips. for motivation #it worked : ) #cool to see my actual progress #fun fact about the quotes i added i spent like. a lot of time to look for a better one than the citro quote #because i straight up just do not like the poem its from. i am ripping it out of its context. but it still sounds nice. i folded eventually #the urge to ramble on the the tags........ i will overcome it now and post this #ARGH i forgot tumblr doesnt take transparency on large files well.... it just turns white #well ive made it dark now on the painting it looks better than white but the original was transparent. know this #im posting this kind of late. relatively. i JUST got back from work

[thehallstara]

definitely making characters feel fully like people who exist in the world and have very specific lives and motivations!

aaaaaa tysm marn!!! it's definitely something i try and aim for so i'm glad to hear it comes across

#charaznablescanontoyota #ask meme #it's something i really like about your writing as well so it makes me 🥹 to hear #tysm marn!!