#redwoodrroad

[wuntrum]

my piece for the wonderfulxstrange twin peaks exchange for @redwoodrroad ! you mentioned laura and margaret and self actualization through the other, and it made me think of this scene from fire walk with me

#wonderfulxstrange #redwoodrroad #twin peaks #fire walk with me #laura palmer #log lady #i hope you like it !!!! #im rly happy with how it turned out #my art

[laurelcrown]

if it's all relative fiction anyway --- Reflections on Laura on her seventeenth birthday, from the people who knew her best. Written for @redwoodrroad for the Wonderful/Strange exchange! 💜

#wonderfulxstrange #redwoodrroad #twin peaks #laura palmer #*

[azurefishnets]

AO3 Profile Fandom: Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective Words: 2649 Summary: Bailey and his coworker meet for dinner and dancing. Is it a date? Bailey's not sure, and the panic is rising...

"sissel and missile trying to put up party decorations using their little paws before remembering they have POWERS" "alma and cabanela going shopping—bonus jowd holding ALL the bags" "those two gay prison guards, dramatically getting ice cream or chicken together"

So see, these are all great prompts and I couldn't just pick one?! So I picked all three and then panic danced my way through writing this fic... I hope you enjoy the weird mishmash that resulted! Happy Ghost Swap 2022, @redwoodrroad!

Snow fell, flakes fluttering down and to the sidewalk all around him in dozens or hundreds of tiny, crystalline kisses. It fell on his ears, red from the cold, and on his hair, loosed from the unremorseful and not-terribly-special prison of his warm and wooly hat. The rowdies overcame the guards in this case; his hair blew freely in the cold wind. Bailey stomped his feet in place and blew on his fingers. It was perilously close to a dance, a good thing because he was cold:  dancing would warm him up. Yet it also meant that he was on the verge of panicking because his coworker was late. He was late for their date and that meant that he was held up! By… a woman! And she wanted something from him! Or something like that, anyway. Bailey’s worries were endless.  Maybe this wasn’t a date. Maybe they were supposed to meet somewhere else. He’d wanted to see dancing. Maybe they were supposed to have met at a club. Maybe… his feet sped up to a nervous shuffling and his fingers began, involuntarily, to wiggle preparatory to his hands rising into their too-long-accustomed vertical shuffle. 

He was on the edge of becoming a full on dancin’ fool, just like generations of Baileys before him. Yet, as he stood poised, his eye was caught by a small black kitten in the window of the storefront in front of which he stood. The little guy was frolicking with the ribbons and tinsel some enterprising clerk had left in the window to decorate a small tree. It batted the glitter into the air, then watched it fall with huge golden eyes. The tinsel glinted with the same rich, dreamlike light in sharp contrast to the white dazzle of the snow falling all around. Bailey’s movements slowed to a stop and he watched, distracted and enthralled, as the kitten caught tinsel with one curved, pink-beaned paw and shoved it at the tree. It wouldn’t stay where it was placed.. The kitten tried again. Tinsel fell, ornaments tumbled and rolled, but none went on to the tree. Bailey caught the kitten’s eye… did it look oddly sheepish? It was a strange look on a cat.

Bailey tapped a gentle finger on the glass. The cat put up a paw. There was a moment of communion between them before the moment was lost, the cat looked away, and Bailey’s coworker showed up at last. Bailey looked into his eyes and realized several very, very important things, here in this fraught and fragile moment. 

First, that man was terribly handsome here in the snow. He had pulled his own cap off and as he blinked up at the sky, his eyes squinting into the gloom of the evening, the glare of the streetlights, and the falling snow–it all made Bailey feel something soft and lovely inside, something he’d been pretending not to feel at work. Something warm, something all those generations of Baileys must have had a dance for and yet, it felt completely new.

Second, he was holding a small wriggling Pomeranian. The dog looked strangely familiar, but Bailey couldn’t focus on that. There was a third, important–the most important–thing he’d just realized. 

Bailey, who had worked with this man for ten years, who had talked with him about anything and everything in their long shifts, who had been teased and joked with by this most maddening coworker until it drove him wild with both confusion and frustration, and, finally, who had been asked out after much will-he, won’t-he… Bailey’s mind had gone absolutely and positively blank. White and pure as the snow. And in that white wilderness, one thing was plain; his coworker’s name was not there. He couldn’t remember it.

At all.

Ohhhh, this was bad. Horrifically bad! There was no way he was ever going to live this one down. His fingers started to twitch. He tried desperately to stop the shuffle. And still, his brain was tuned to only one, pervasive, intrusively loud thought.

Aaaaargh!

His coworker seemed not to notice Bailey’s incipient panic, preoccupied as he was with the Pomeranian.

“Hey, Bailey,” he said. “This is Lynne’s dog, isn’t it?”

“Huh?” Bailey responded intelligently. “Lynne?” He took a closer look at the Pomeranian, shoving his cap up so he could see better. The Pomeranian’s tail waved wildly and his tiny black nose twitched. “I guess maybe it is… why would I know? You’re the one–”

His coworker’s face twitched, an eyebrow raising. “I’m the one what ?”

Bailey drew himself up to his most prim, the tallest stance he could manage, stilling his feet as best as he could. “The one who has the dog,” he said with desperate, faked dignity. “You must have met Lynne somewhere on the way here.”

“Ooh, those the detectin’ skills that keep you working as a guard?” his coworker snarked.

Bailey reeled back against the window, groaning, “Aaaaargh!” It felt good to say it out loud, at least, and get back to their customary banter. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the kitten stop playing and sit up, interested. “Stop bringing up the detective’s exam! I studied so hard…”

 “Yeah, yeah. You really did.” The other guard winked at him. “But hey, ya failed, so we’re goin’ out for drinks and then you can show me “Dance Away the Pain.” That oughta be enough consolation.”

“I…well…” Bailey glared as his cheeks reddened. “I mean. If this is an actual…” He stopped, embarrassed. “No, it’s not a consolation prize at all!” 

His coworker waved his protests off. “Anyway, I did run into Lynne though. But she didn’t have the dog then, so…”

Bailey drew himself up again. “So you went out with her first!” 

The other guard gave him a blank stare. “...no.” He shook his head; perhaps it was fond. “But, see, she asked me to find her dog and then it was just a crazy string of coincidences…”

“Which you just went along with, I’m sure,” Bailey said, nodding. After a beat, he added, “...that was sarcasm. In case you couldn’t tell.”

His coworker ignored him. “I don’t think I would have found the little guy if I hadn’t dropped my hat in the park, and then I couldn’t find it, so I went lookin’ for it and a sweet potato dropped out of the sky. In front of where that big weird statue used to be, ya know the one.”

Bailey gave him a blank stare. “...no.”

“The weird-ass one in the park, Bailey. With the creepy eyes? Where they arrested our special prisoner?”

“Oh. Where that street rocker guy hangs out.”

“And the pigeons, that’s the one. So I saw a blue pigeon flying away with my hat.”

Bailey twitched. “ What are you even talking about?”

“Of course I chased it; it’s cold out,” his coworker said reasonably. “And the pigeon led me to a burnt out campfire, and dropped my hat, and there the little guy was. He was real happy to see me too! You should have seen him dance. Speakin’ of which…”

“This whole story…” Bailey said slowly, “is ridiculous. You didn’t want to see my dance after all, did you?!” His feet involuntarily moved him to one side, then the other as his arms began to gyrate. “You just wanted to laugh! At my pain! I can’t believe! You asked me out! Under false pretenses! ”

“What?” Bailey’s coworker gave him a genuinely flummoxed stare. “Nah, it’s all true. Come on, Bailey. I’m beggin’ ya, not this again…”

“Oh, I’m gonna dance! Until the world ends!” Bailey panted. “This panic! And pain! Are intertwined now!”

His coworker sighed. “ Why are you panicking, though. I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“Because! You’re dating! Lynne! And you lied! And for some reason! I! Can’t! Remember! Your! Name!”

Bailey’s coworker gave him a stare. “Ya can’t remember my– Are you kiddin’ me right–” his attention was caught by something behind Bailey. “What is that?”

“You can’t! Trick! Me that easily!” Bailey huffed. 

“No, but–’”

“Ho ho ho!” came a booming, jolly voice from behind him. “And have you been good guards this year?”

“Isn’t the outcome the same as if they’d been naughty?” a light, amused voice said.

“Come ooon, baby, it’s about the look of the thing,” a third, more sardonic voice drawled. “Theatrics, nothin’ like ‘em.”

Bailey swiveled, still dancing, to find Detective Jowd sitting in a large, cloth sided red wagon, surrounded by beautifully, fashionably wrapped boxes. The wagon was being pulled by a tandem bicycle crewed by Inspector Cabanela and a long-legged woman Bailey vaguely remembered from precinct parties as being possibly Jowd’s wife. Was it Alice? Alma? Something like that… his dance intensified in his embarrassment at being caught forgetful yet again.

“Ho, ho, ho!” boomed Jowd again, the sound sounding more like laughter and less like acting this time. “Good guards get presents from the man in red and white!”

“Wait, but aren’t you the one supposed to be giving presents here?” The woman winked at Bailey. “Oh well. Cabanela, you heard the man.”

“So I did, baby!” beamed Cabanela. “Sooo I did.” With a grand flourish, he gestured at the wagon. “A present for two good boooys!”

“What the–?!” Bailey heard his coworker say as a crate next to the door seemed to instantaneously switch with one of the beautifully wrapped presents, then slide its way to Bailey’s feet. Bailey tried to step back in time, but tripped, landing in the fluffy white snow. His dance stopped involuntarily as the cold shocked him out of his panic. 

The other guard stooped to pick up the box. “It says to Bailey and …” Bailey heard, but the sound was muffled by his snow-blocked ears.

His coworker reached down a gloved hand to lift him up. “Ya good, Bailey?” When Bailey stood, the other man shoved the box at him. “Here, let’s open it.”

Bailey carefully unwrapped the ribbon while, to his surprise, the other guard equally as carefully took the paper off the box. They opened the lid, only to be inundated by a great wash of glitter and rose petals propelled by a small device. 

“Happy birthday, baby!” cried Cabanela. “For spending with friends and loooved ones! Just so ya know, Jowd’s daughter built the glitter machine.” 

The woman Bailey was reasonably sure was named Alma snorted, laughing along with Jowd, who truly was belly laughing now. “Did they need to know that? Also, It’s not both their birthdays, surely!”

Bailey and his coworker peeked cautiously into the box to find a gift card for the Chicken Kitchen, along with more glitter and flower petals.

“We thought you boooys needed a little help pickin’ a place to eat,” Cabanela said. “Not my choice, by the way.”

“Sorry,” said Jowd, sounding completely unrepentant. “And, by the way, the special prison’s being repurposed now that Yomiel is free,” he added. “Sorry about that too, but you boys are out of a job.”

Bailey felt his former coworker’s hand spasm, then reach for his. Wait… was he panicking now? Without needing to dance? Bailey resolved to ask him for his secrets. Right after he remembered his name. For now, Bailey squeezed back.

Cabanela took the Pomeranian from the other man’s unresisting and now free hand. “We’ll get this valiant little warrior back to our baby,” he said, and handed him down to Jowd, still in the wagon. “She’s probably just finishin’ dinner herself.”

“Oh, with Memry?” Alma said, smiling. “Guess we’ve got this matchmaking thing down to a science.” She gave Bailey a funny little salute. “Good luck! And thank you for being kind to my husband.”

“Huh?” Bailey said, flustered. “I’ve only met him once or twice…”

“Don’t worry so much about it, maaan,” Cabanela drawled. “Onward!” He and Alma began to pedal, somehow, magically, in perfect synchronization.. The bike, the wagon, the three humans, and the dog shot away as if propelled by a missile and disappeared into the thickly falling snow.

“What was that…” Bailey’s former coworker said blankly as he pulled away. “Hey Bailey. Are we… unemployed?” His hands flexed a little and he looked around aimlessly. “I had just finished my card tower…”

Bailey dug in the box and pulled out a note, which blew out of his hand in the wind. Expertly, the other man caught it. 

“What’s this? Lemme see that.” He read it and looked up. “We’re invited to apply for a job with the new special investigations unit,” he said, his voice stunned. “With personal referrals from Captai– Captain Jowd? He got promoted? And Inspector Cabanela..guess he got promoted too.” He shot Bailey a slightly shyer grin. “Sorry for grabbin’ ya. I got, er… nervous.”

Bailey peered at the card, oblivious. “I don’t even know what to think any more,” he said blankly. “I didn’t know I had to be worried about this too. My poor stomach…”

“Oh?” his friend slid him a narrow eyed gaze. “Nerves? Or hunger?”

“Ergh… maybe both…” 

“Hmph.” The other man drew himself up in what Bailey realized after a moment was a parody of his usual posture. “Well then, maybe it’s time to panic after all.”

“Panic?” Bailey blinked. “Why would it be–”

The former guard carefully placed a foot backward, then another. His hands rose and he made an awkward squiggle in the air, then he stepped forward, waving a hand up and down. 

“It goes like this, right?”

“Err..” Bailey watched him, mouth agape. It wasn’t right, at all, but generations of Baileys were standing and cheering in his brain. He was trying. What more could one ask?

“It’s not panic time,” he said, nevertheless. “It’s a different dance when your stomach hurts.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Dance Away the Pain.”

“Well, show me then.” Bailey’s ex-coworker shot him a slightly nervous smile. 

Bailey realized two more important things in that moment. First: heck. This guy was still handsome even covered in snow and dancing very badly. Second: In all that wilderness of white static in Bailey’s brain, the all-important name was back. It wasn’t even as if it was an uncommon one. The panic had just stolen it.

Bailey’s feet slid into place. His hands rose to the proper position. With one hand, he gestured. “This one’s done with two people. Wanna learn?”

“...yeah.” Bailey’s ex-coworker, current friend, possible partner, put a hand in Bailey’s and pulled him in a little closer. “But only if you remember my name.”

“Easy,” said Bailey, and said it. They both grinned fatuous grins and danced away into the falling snow as behind them, a Christmas tree in a window stood, perfectly decorated and leaves swaying gently in the breeze. Beside it, a small black kitten lay very still, probably exhausted by its efforts.

-

“Wait, that’s it?”

“Well, what else would there be?”

“Why were Jowd and everyone there?”

“Because it’s more fun that way!”

“Have you ever even met those guards?”

“Sure! Miss Lynne knows them, even in this timeline! They’re nice!”

“…Huh. So they just dance off and we never even learn Bailey’s friend’s name.”

“Well, I don’t know it, so…that’s just how my dream went, Sissel.”

“Well… at least it was fun. Hope they work it out in real life…”

“I bet they will! They’ve got us rooting for them!”

“Uh, sure. And like Cabanela always says, ‘ When in doubt, just keep movin’…”

“ So as long as they keep dancing, they’ll be fine?”

“In your dreams anyway. …and, sure. Maybe in real life too.”

“I’m gonna show them the dance Mr. Cabanela taught me, in that case! That should be perfect!”

“...You know, I think you’re right. They���re gonna be just fine.”

#ghost swap 2022 #fyeahghosttrick #ghost trick #redwoodrroad #writing af

[mystery-salad]

i saw you reblog an OTP ask meme and tag some babes i haven’t really seen much about, so 31-34 for roibird and canach :D 💖💖 and i’d be curious about kai and caithe too! same questions :) if you havent been asked all that for those pairs yet!

:V thank you! I definitely need to talk about both these duos more considering i love them so much <3 I answered these questions for Kai/Caithe here! (helpful note to keep confusion on pronouns and such down on these Roibird/Canach answers, they're both he/him lesbians in this relationship <3)

31. What’s the relationship like? Smooth? Rocky?

Pretty smooth! Roibird's a very amicable kind of gal, and seeing as he's so laidback and doesn't lean on Canach's sordid past, Canach warmed up to him without too much issue. They drifted from friends to lovers pretty smooth once Roibird was able to worm his way into Canach's good graces.

32. How do they resolve their arguments?

Roibird is all about talking things out, taking a few deep breaths then trying to see Canach's point of view. And he often asks Canach to do the same with him. It doesn't always work, sometimes they both need to step away and take some days to breathe, but they've never considered an argument catastrophic enough to ruin things. The world's constantly on fire, don't get hung up on the little things.

33. Who has the most nightmares and how do they deal with them?

Canach does! He's been through by and large many more traumatic events overall, and he's not quite as good as Roibird at handling those things healthily mostly because he didn't have the chance to earlier in life. Roibird tries to gauge how he's doing when he wakes up from a nightmare, if it's the kind where support would help or if he needs some time alone. He always tries to just help Canach ride it out however's needed that night.

34. Do they give each other nicknames?

Canach calls Roibird just bird sometimes, or various bird species. Whatever fits how he's teasing him at the moment~ And roibird affectionately calls Canach his little thorn when he's being stubborn <3

#redwoodrroad #nyokkai #roibird #thank you for the ask <3<3<3

[ashalsdream]

ZEE LETS BE FRIENDS 🥰😭 i saw your tags on my answer and i’m glad you agree about Bull 😭 he deserves the world!!

YES PLEASE UR SUPER COOL MY DUDE

he's my husband and ill die on the hill that him and Krem deserve EVERYTHING they were SO GOOD <33

#asks #redwoodrroad

[yawpyawp]

here's the design for one of my characters in the dnd campaign i’m currently playing, DMed by the amazing @redwoodrroad! (we’re playing curse of strahd, if that wasn’t obvious)

some fun info that didn't make it into the art is my list of characterization influences:

Pippin from LOTR (but if he was Gollum)

Nanachi from Made In Abyss (but a criminal)

Lisbeth Salander from the Millennium series (but dumb)

Yusuke Urameshi from YYH (but amoral)

The Artful Dodger from Oliver Twist (but demonic)

Jinx from Arcane (but amiable)

Charlie Kelly from Sunny (but literate)

an iPad kid (but cunning)

that one mysterious roommate u got off craigslist who could be anywhere from 15 to 40 years old and who's super nice but they don't seem to have a job and their room smells weird and ur pretty sure they're dealing drugs out of ur garage but ur afraid to ask cuz u want to maintain plausible deniability

#dnd tag #mydoodles #dnd #dnd character

[mindblownie2]

my old character I made years ago for a curse of strahd campaign that never went beyond the first couple of sessions, resurrected now for @redwoodrroad's game in her bigger, stronger, angstier version.

portfolio / instagram

#portfolio #lucifer #how do you want to do this?

[countdowntotwinpeaks]

WONDERFULXSTRANGE - assignments are out!

@sagapocalypse1 @redwoodrroad @faggotwalkwithme @mycenaae @mtgt @theone @bluerosering @mindblownie2 @the-technicolor-whiscash @lonesomehighways @redrobinssinging @callandresponses @valentinsylve @tildytwo @petitelappin @littlestsnicket @dye-ann @majorbaby @whoslaurapalmer @videodrome-fag @wuntrum @ghostliteal @roxxoncorp @michaeltillotson @doesnt-own-a-sportscoat @blue-nebraska @male--wife @laughingpinecone

Alright gang! All assignments are out. If you haven't received an email with the details, contact me asap. If you have your email, have fun filling a prompt there! I will post more detailed instructions on when and how to publish our works once we're close to the deadline, which is FEBRUARY 17th.

#mod post #I hope you can all find something that fits your taste in there :)

[likemesomesalads]

First part of an art trade with @redwoodrroad feat Eridunis and Arkus.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #gw2 art #sylvari #human #art trade #it was so much fun drawing them :3 #thank u for lending them for my art whimsies :3

[the-tired-commander]

Happy Pride!

This has been incredible to work on! There are 170 characters here, with only 5 of them being my own.

I want to say thank you to everyone who took part, without you this wouldn’t have been possible! It means so much to me that so many people wanted to help me with this.

Below the cut is everyone who sent me characters as well as every colour individually so you can see them better!

Thank you to: @kerra-and-company, @krewe-yukii, @sylvarilining, @where-is-caithe, @thatonebirbnerd​, @bonethot, @sheepaleepz, @moonlit-grove, @kamiporterbridges, @commander-gloryforge, @chibilllama, @menotthatkindoforc, @commander-triangle, @i-mybrunettelady, @chyoatas, @anarrowthroughtimesideblog, @engineer-makk, @storm-called, @dasozelotvonnebenan, @commander-wame, @thorns-and-brambles, @uselessidiotsquad, @redwoodrroad, @keverbloomgames, @creativebrainrot, @kingmaker-twice, @fractured-rift, @warhorns, @archesa, @mythicbox, @nyoka-gorefell, @cycle-of-dusk, @virtue-of-justice, @space-plume​, @vampiricsheep​, @looseinthecatroom​, @orrianreaper​, @nozoryx​, @thiefseeker​, @astralarias​, @senterya​, @celticrune​, @waterhobbit​, @spxtr99, @silentsable, @cryptichobbit   (sorry to those last three, I’m not sure why i can’t tag you!) If I somehow missed you, tell me so I can add you! And thank you to everyone who shared this project, even if you didn’t take part! A special thank you to the official GW2 tumblr for sharing this as well!

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #gw2 fan submission #gw2prideflag #i cannot put into words how wonderful working on this was #i am so happy i got to bring together all these incredible characters #i did have to move a few around but mostly characters are where people asked me to put them! #i could get all sappy about why this matters so much but i shan't #also hahaha i managed to get two characters i know are a couple to line up #i made all of these seperately so i had to guess #and it worked out well #also if you're this far in the tags #hi! #i hope you're doing well #you deserve the best #i am here if you need me #okay bye bye! #have a good day!

[laughingpinecone]

tagged by: @redwoodrroad! <3

last song: I went on a Roadhouse binge so Shadow by Chromatics. sometimes you gotta. also works like a charm with Disco Elysium brain so that's a plus.

last show: I'm watching Tales from the Loop as I knit. It is often slow in a way that doesn't work for me (cross my heart, I sat through three Lav Diaz films, I like slow. not sure what it is about this one that doesn't work for me, but also I'm not watching with full attention because I'm knitting) but I'm really enjoying the 'interconnected anthology' format (ideal) and the actual story every episode has been telling.

currently watching: I think the one before THAT was Sandman roughly as it came out so uh. Let's say currently playing, which is Sable! Of which I only have good things to say, very good things! What a delightful experience that feels tailor-made for me! From the concept to the aesthetics and music, down to certain very specific uncommon design decisions which I've been grumbling about for ages as an opinionated armchair game designer X°D this game gets me

currently reading: making room for a Luiga articles reread (but on laptop so I can take notes and liveblog to friends) to prepare for a PJÕL reread (ditto. Stopped after three chapters on my ebook reader because it was so inconvenient. gotta be annoying about it, sorry discord people) so I can finally maybe move onto something else which might just be The Master and Margarita. I finished Mieville's Kraken a few weeks ago which had its highs and lows.

current obsession: still trying to get a good grade in disco'ing that elysium, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve (sad trombone)

unrelated obsession: FIRMAMENT WHEN

tagging you, you and you as usual

#meme. #tagged in #thank you!!!

[mystery-salad]

i noticed you reblog the emoji ask meme and maybe youre not gonna do art but with peace and love you are not immune to me asking you about your OCs 💖 what if we change the rules and say if i give you 👦 lil kid emoji, maybe you can 👀 tell me about one of your OCs and what they were like as a Youth?? joel is the only one who comes to mind rn but it can be anyone!

This is an amazingly sweet ask, going out of your way to find a way to send me an ask around the art rules of the list 🥺💖💖💖 Thank you so much!

Joel I feel is one of the most fun as a youth honestly, considering it was a fucking menace who constantly ran away from the various foster homes that tried to house it. A little delinquent complete with petty crime and constantly being brought back to homes by a disgruntled seraph or two. There's been good and bad homes, but after a few bad ones it stopped waiting to find out before going awol.

You know how there's orphans during Wintersday who wait around for food and clothes? Joel was absolutely busy stealing food for itself and friends instead. holiday guests are easy marks with how distracting all the alcoholic beverages are~

It also started its path into soulbeast young, with small animals it could hide on its person as it was handed all around Kryta from foster home to foster home. As a soulbeast it found it could manage smaller connections at a young age, borrowing or lending sight between a small rat/cat/pigeon, made mischief even easier by a long shot. It was insufferable and more trouble than it was worth, and quite proudly so!

This has not changed with age and form, it's still the biggest menace at any party or Pact event

#redwoodrroad #joel heister #thank you again i didn't expect this!!! <3

[redwoodrroad]

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Myst Series (Video Games) Characters: Anna (Myst), Gehn (Myst), Aitrus (Myst), Original D'ni Character(s) (Myst) Words: 3,762 Summary: Excelling young Guild students finishing their first term of their studies are hand-picked by Guild Masters to speak at a recital sometime during the year. As one of these chosen few, Gehn, the infamous son of Aitrus and Ti'ana, is about to give his speech, and should things go well, he may even make a friend afterwards. For the September Mysterium prompt "Back to School."

i wrote something! just a little one-shot where Gehn and Kirin get to meet in D'ni :,)

#wanted to post the link here <3 #myst #redwoods words #kirin tag #gehn

[fyeahghosttrick]

Ghost Swap 9 - Masterlist

Closing ceremonies! Just pretend it’s last week! All works queued ❤

@ace-cyclic​ for @ravensa​: The tower (art, Yomiel)

@azurefishnets​ for @arbuthnotblob​: Magitek didn’t do much to protect from snow and ice (fic, Tengo&Jeego AU)

@azurefishnets for @redwoodrroad: When in doubt (fic, Bailey, Bailey’s partner, Alma, Jowd, Cabanela)

@azurefishnets for @siverwrites: The weight of mirth (fic, Cabanela(/Jowd))

@azurefishnets​ and @siverwrites​ for @laughingmango​ :  Pigeons and Patterns (fic, Alma, Pigeon Man, Lovey-Dove)

@cherryflavdluv​ for @ace-cyclic​: The Temsik emerald (art, Sissel&Lynne AU)

@dapskie​ for @playghosttrick​: Psychonauts crossover (art, Sissel, Lynne, Yomiel, Raz)

@dreamdancerdotfile​ for @yunalystelle​: A walk (Yomiel, Sissel, Cabanela)

@glowing-gravity​ for @mitsubachiaria​: Babysitting (comic, Cabanela&Kamila)

@guccisystem for @stareofsilver: Sailor Moon fusion (art, Yomiel&Sissel)

@kamil-a​ for @cherryflavdluv​: Loyal steed (art, Kamila&Missile)

@katecattus for @phantriicks: Rain (fic, Yomiel AU)

@laughingmango​ for @azurefishnets​: The beard..... (art, Jowd/Alma/Cabanela AU)

@laughingmango​ for @guccisystem​: Yomiel rehearses (art, Yomiel&Sissel)

@laughingmango​ for @paperweight-jellyfish​: Act nooormal (art, Cabanela&Kamila)

@laughingmango​ for @siverwrites​: Just learn to write (art, Alma&Sissel)

@mrkanman for @katecattus: It’s okay. I’m here now. You’re safe. (art, Lynne&Kamila)

@nebulacloudz​ for @siverwrites​: pre-game team-up (art, Cabanela&Pigeon Man&Lovey Dove)

@paperweight-jellyfish for @laughingmango: a lovely evening (art, Alma&Cabanela)

For @nebulacloudz​: (posted privately)

@playghosttrick for @rookiebotwx78: sissel goes to the junkyard post-ending and finds a familiar, rusted lamp. what happens next may surprise you! (fic, Sissel, Ray, Yomiel)

@ravensa​ for @glowing-gravity​: Yomiel’s latest painting (art, Yomiel&Sissel)

@raygirlramblings for @playghosttrick: Layton crossover (art, Layton Luke and the pets)

@redwoodrroad for @shibasquish: Jowd and Cabanela hanging out (art, Cabanela, Jowd, Sissel)

@rookiebotwx78​ for @raygirlramblings: Sharing a cigarette (art, Jeego/Tengo)

@shibasquish​ for @azurefishnets​: Aquarium date (art, Alma/Jowd/Cabanela)

@siverwrites for @azurefishnets: A troublesome gift (fic, Jowd/Alma(/Cabanela))

@siverwrites  for @dreamdancerdotfile​  A Day in the (Un)Life of…  (fic, Sissel, Alma, Jowd, Kamila, Yomiel, fian!Sissel)

@siverwrites for @yunalystelle: Picture perfect (fic, Alma/Cabanela/Jowd)

@stareofsilver​ for @mrkanman: Cabanela visiting Lynne at the hospital (art, Cabanela and Lynne)

@yunalystelle​ for @dapskie​: The two of us (fic, Yomiel&Sissel)

Once again: thank you so much, everyone. See you next year!

#ghost trick #ghost swap #mod post #bye Gswap 9!

[countdowntotwinpeaks]

WONDERFULXSTRANGE - how to post

@sagapocalypse1 @redwoodrroad @faggotwalkwithme @mycenaae @mtgt @theone @bluerosering @mindblownie2 @the-technicolor-whiscash @lonesomehighways @redrobinssinging @callandresponses @valentinsylve @tildytwo @petitelappin @littlestsnicket @dye-ann @majorbaby @whoslaurapalmer @videodrome-fag @wuntrum @ghostliteal @roxxoncorp @michaeltillotson @doesnt-own-a-sportscoat @blue-nebraska @male--wife @laughingpinecone

Tomorrow’s the great day! We post our gifts, enjoy everyone’s creativity, and have a lovely Twin Peaks day.

WHEN TO POST: tomorrow, Saturday 24th

WHERE TO POST: here on Tumblr. If your work is hosted or crossposted on AO3, here is the exchange's optional collection! You can start posting your work to the AO3 collection today if you want: it will remain unrevealed until tomorrow morning.

HOW TO TAG: please tag both wonderfulxstrange (so I can find your work) and your recipient (so they can find your work) first. Naturally, feel free to also tag by fandom, characters, and any other tag you normally use for your work!

WHAT TO PUT IN THE DESCRIPTION: just point out somehow that your work was created for @recipient as part of the wonderfulxstrange exchange! If you want, you can quote or summarise the prompt too. And anything else you want, it’s your work!

WHAT TO DO TOMORROW: post your thing, enjoy your gift, and show some love by liking and reblogging anything that you might like!

#wonderfulxstrange #mod post #almost there!!! #redrobinssinging #valentinsylve

[renmorris]

rewatching lost with @redwoodrroad and i love Hugo so much I’m chugging my loving Hugo juice

best character