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no context banks meme i made

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An attack I did on @letters-of-fire ‘s Martin! Hand-sculpted and painted him over the course of 15 hours! I’ve been meaning to get into sculpting minis and artfight seemed like a good time to do it! It’s the first time I’ve tried sculpting one and I’ve definitely learned a lot from it.

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Card I filled out of my CAIN exorcist, Tyche! The card design was done by Tom Bloom and I grabbed it off the character sheet.

She normally wears a mask, but CASTLE made her take it off for the photo >:/

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A little late to this, but here’s my artfight card!! Feel free to maul me and I’ll maul you back!

Here’s my profile!

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AITA for accidentally eating my neighbor's cow?

(so this post showed up on my dash and it might have been 1am and i might have written an entire prompt response for it as a bit. contains spoilers for Inhuman Bondage. enjoy)

I (29M) am a researcher who dabbles in various different fields. Alchemy, astronomy, biology, etc. Recently I've been very into botany. A friend told me about a moor pretty close to my house that could have some pretty rare plants and fungi. It seemed promising for my research, so I decided to check it out.

And just to provide some context to my actions, because I know after reading the whole post I'm going to see people in the comments telling me I shouldn't have gone out at night alone: These specific species are nocturnal. I wouldn't be able to find them in daylight, and nobody I know would have been able to tell what they looked like. So I had to go by myself while it was dark out.

But given that lantern-light would probably affect them as well, I decided to wait for a full moon so it would actually be bright enough outside for me to be able to see while traversing the moor.

And, before anyone asks, yes, I did find them! I could talk about them all day, but unfortunately, that's not what this post is about.

Instead, while I was sketching one of the mushrooms I found, something huge leapt at me from the nearby brush. I think it was some kind of animal, so maybe a bear? But I didn't get a good look at it.

Either way, it left me with some pretty deep wounds on my shoulder, ones that definitely required immediate medical attention. Surprised, afraid, and in a lot of pain, I left all of my supplies behind and ran back to my house as fast as I could.

By the time I got home I was already feeling like shit and running a fever, so I tossed together a few quick concoctions to treat the wounds in addition to the fever. Under the assumption that whatever attacked me could have been rabid, I made a tincture for that too. I downed everything I made and promptly passed out in agony on my laboratory floor.

The next thing I knew, I was in the middle of my neighbor's fields, face-first in the open chest cavity of one of his cows, absolutely covered in blood. On my hands, my clothes, and my face. I'm fairly certain I ate that cow. I don't remember doing that, and I don't know how I could have done that given that it was entirety raw and I tend to have a weak constitution, but it's a little bit hard to deny the evidence.

Upon discovering me, confused, in the middle of his field, next to the half-eaten dead body of one of his livestock, my neighbor called the Order, thinking I was possessed or something.

Now, we can all agree possession isn't a thing, right? That it's superstitious nonsense used to dismiss mental health concerns in vulnerable people?

Well. I suppose that makes me one of those people. The thing is, I hadn't experienced any desire to eat any of my neighbor's cows beforehand. I think I would have noticed. So this begs the question: why would I have done it? My leading theory is that it might be some sort of disease passed on from the animal attack on the moor. I could have made a mistake in one of my concoctions, but I think it's more likely that it's some kind of illness. I think I've read similar case studies in medical textbooks I've got.

Either way, am I the asshole for accidentally eating his cow? It's not like I remember doing it, nor did I even mean to. I like to think I'm the kind of person who'd ask before doing something like that. Or at least cooking the meat first.

Let me know what you guys think in the comments. I'd like to get some feedback from you guys before the Order inevitably shows up and drags me off to their wretched tower. Sometimes I hear screams from there during the night, so I'm not looking forward to that—tell me if you have any suggestions on how to deal with that in the comments too.

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I saw this post cross my dash and I thought of her. Enjoy.

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Scandal and Sequins

Hello @bubblyishyoshi ! I got to be your secret fic-writer for the @fallenlondonficswap this year! I had fun writing this, though I think the characters took it out of my hands! I hope you enjoy! Implied sex/fade to black, Devils, and quite a bit of scandal! Written letter format, and lesbians Wordcount: 1,141 A Scandalous Costume-Designer head to the Brass Embassy to get inspiration for her next show at Mahogany Hall. This is her 100% factual recounting of that night. ao3 link here

To my dear D - - - - -, 

I presume, by now, you’ve heard of my rather graceless departure to the Tomb-Colonies. I’m under the impression, in fact, that half of London herself has! Of the reason why I was sent away, i’m certain you’ve heard of as well. Yet these so-called ‘recountings’ of what exactly it was I did have some rather glaring errors. So perhaps, my dear, you would run this story through that newspaper of yours, and bring my reputation to a bit of a more favorable light? I assure you it was largely misconception, and the rest exaggeration. You were always begging me for a personal interview, and if people have the truth it would surely hasten my return. A mutually beneficial deal.

Yes, I was at the Brass Embassy on Thursday, but I assure you I entered in a perfectly reasonable manner. There was no involvement of petticoats, windows, or other such nonsense. Furthermore, the misunderstanding with the guest list was simply that, a misunderstanding. My Amassador friend clearly it all up quite quickly. Nor did I seduce the Doorman after ‘being caught with my skirts a-tangle’ because, as I said, my friend got me into the Embassy in a reasonable and safe manner. Besides, the Doorman’s not my type. Oh, but I’m certain you know my type, don’t you D - - - - -? I saw your most recent haircut. Was that meant for me?

I’m also certain you remember my costuming work for Mahogany Hall last season. When you came and sat off to one side, hoping I hadn’t noticed? I did. 

Our upcoming play is about Paris, and I had intended to take inspiration from the Devils for our leading actress. What better was to get inspiration for my costuming than to see things for myself?

The Embassy was warm, so yes, I did have my skirts hiked. Anyone would have. I should rather like to see Lady T - - - - - - try to dance with the ‘Terpsichores’ in her haughty bustles two decades out of style and not feel the heat! Besides, my skirts were no shorter than what the Devilesses wore! Oh, how you should have seen what they wore! The electric lighting truly made their dresses sparkle and glint! The beadwork and spangles used on their clothes were positively dazzling, and more than once had a garment’s design taken my breath away!

I had sat in a corner for at least half the night, my hands covered in graphite as I sketched away what I saw. Rectangular, boy-ish shapes, and an overall slimmer fit, with less support underneath. Over the course of the night, I came to notice other details as well. Fangs, bright eyes, and the occasional human companion wearing a rose corsage. These I sketched as well. Hairstyles, hemlines, necklaces, all of it made it into my notes. Insectoid and floral motifs seemed to be especially in vogue.

I was quite caught up in my work, you understand, so I’m afraid I have no recollection of how I ended up on the dancefloor in the arms of a Deviless. It was not my own doing. Anyone who knows Devils will tell you they’re very persuasive. The personal position certainly offered its advantages though.

I was much more able to study my self-chosen muse’s face, and noted she wore makeup. Her vibrantly red lips did not, however, hide her fangs when she laughed. Nor did her eye makeup draw my attention from her burning, golden gaze. I should have taken the chance to study other faces as well, but my companion danced double-time, and dragged me with! The steps were searing, and I’m afraid she danced a pattern I couldn’t understand. Despite this ignorance, she was an exhilarating partner! 

She was as seductive, and I should have been remiss to turn her down! It was her that kissed me, and not the other way. With her charms upon me, how could I say resist? Society doesn’t need to know whether I actually wanted to or nor. 

The Deviless’ lips were hot as a brand upon mine! She kissed with fierce passion, and when I placed my hand upon her scalding cheek, it was her turn to melt. Though we were in the middle of the dancing floor, though her hair was rarely fair, though the taste of honey lingered on my lips, I found myself imagining a different kiss altogether. Hair darker, made more so by the poor lighting behind the stage curtains. The smell of cigarettes. The taste of absinthe, perhaps?

Let’s keep that last part out of your paper, shall we? 

My muse’s charms were not limited to kisses alone. Conversation turned to the reason for my attendance, and I gladly explained. My sketches were going well, though I confessed there was a few details evading me. Devil fashions cannot be worn over petticoats or Lady T - - - - - - ‘s excessive bustles and bum-pads. I aim for accuracy in my designs, and I cannot put a dress over the wrong underthings, for that mistake would be immediately apparent.

She understood, and offered to enlighten me.

Here is another misconception, for clearly someone had overheard our conversation, despite the brass section, and misunderstood my intent! These gossips will twist anything to suit their own narratives! We did nothing so racy as my blackmailers believe! It was merely for art and costuming!

We slipped away to a private guestroom for my companion’s privacy. With the amount of scandal this has caused, what do you think think should happen if I had acquired my information in the middle of the floor? I’d never even have hope of leaving the Tomb-Colonies! 

All she did was show me the construction of her undergarments. She was very informative in the fastening and removal, but only because I want to make sure my lead can get back out of the garments.

The Deviless even permitted me a few sketches, at least until she grew bored and interrupted them. I spent quite a long night studying, with her guidance. That is all the happened, nothing more. Alas that nobody save me seems to believe that! When I emerged from the Embassy the next morning, I was promptly dragged off to the Docks! Lady T - - - - - - - and her tittering hangers-on can go kiss Drownies, I just know they were waiting for me so they could twist this story! The Anti-Massacre receives their patronage since that little incident a few seasons ago with the mirror-trick, and she’s been on my tail since, as if I had any part.

Well, now I reside in the Colonies until the stains upon my name have faded. There is much dust, and quite the dreary air, but some of these Colonists are quite alluring. Perhaps I shall make a study of their bandages and wrappings in my time here. 

 Not yours yet, ~ Amelia Chantilly 

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I really like Ayami Kojima's style, so I've been trying to replicate it a little bit. Here's some genya content :)

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me when the grave is robber

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Hello @wingedcatgirl ! I was your writer for the @fallenlondonficswap ! I'm so so sorry this is so late—I had a bunch of connection issues. Regardless, I hope you like it nonetheless! There's more information below the cut.

Features some themes of SMEN, but otherwise no sensitive content! (Also it's archive-locked, so you'll need an AO3 account to read it!)

Across the Little Table (2226 words) by BubblyishYoshi Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fallen London | Echo Bazaar Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Fallen London Character(s) & Original Fallen London Character(s) Characters: Original Fallen London Character(s) Additional Tags: POV Third Person, The Singing Mandrake, Seeking Mr Eaten's Name (Fallen London), Conversations, First Meetings, it's just two fallen london ocs talking over wine, featuring themes of SMEN Summary: Inessa entered the Singing Mandrake that night expecting very little: a reprieve from her usual associates, and for the pub to be filled with raucous Bohemians. She did not expect to make a new acquaintance—and an interesting one at that.

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I promised Akira Cross fanart and here it is. It’s really just a quick doodle but I love this little guy so much I couldn’t get him out of my head.

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Ace La Rose

My dear friend @press-f-to-rat commissioned me to draw their Fallen London OC <3

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It was raining outside while I was listening to Sybil's playlist, so I felt inspired to draw something! I started the sketch earlier on in the tracklist lol. Find the playlist here! It's made by Odoroshi, Sybil's player!

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I think this is the first NWG work on AO3! Correct me if I'm wrong. Further details should be below the cut! If you read it, feel free to let me know what you think. It's pretty short, but I wanted to write something simple. Hope you guys like it :D

Title: Still Alive

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Fandom: Norfolk Wizard Game (Web Series)

Characters: Sybil Inswood, Chaos Blackwell

Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Descriptions of Injury, wound care, Hurt/Comfort, Blood, POV Third Person, Swearing, I wrote this instead of sleeping, no beta we die like Sybil

Summary: Sybil wakes up at home, just minutes after nearly dying at the Red River Art Gallery. Chaos comes looking for her.

First Line: Sybil Inswood was most certainly alive.

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Artfight!! I do revenges!! Come beat me to death!!! I'm team Seafoam!!!

Also if you like vampires please come murder me. I have so many vampires.

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Commish for BubblyishYoshi !!

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writing patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern! 

Tagged by @bluecatwriter

Okie dokie

“Centuries. Centuries he has been doing this.”

2. He was on the water when it happened.

3. The eyes might have been their own weight for how fully they paralyzed.

4. It isn’t a dream.

5. “Intolerable, unacceptable, and utterly, irrevocably insufferable."

6. They waited for night before bringing out the book.

7. It was in a way almost as extraordinary as stunningly mundane how the mess began.

8. Captain Nemo was a man shocked by very little.

9. Quincey is always described as the laconic one.

10. He meets her under the moon.

Only pattern I'm seeing is 'mmm classic horror lit.' I'm kind of bouncing all over the place as far as opening style, but mostly I seem to sidestep a dialogue opening in favor of omniscient third person. If I had to pick a favorite, it'd be number six due to all the uncanny eldritch drama I managed to cram into it.

If you are a writer then consider this game foisted onto you. All of you. Yes, even you. I know you're reading this, chop-chop.