#apologies again for the delay

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Patchy my love, my life, my dearest dear. I'm here to to look at your books of old. I'm not sure which to pick, so perhaps you have a recommendation for me?

Hello Nemo, my most darling adventurer of the deep. How wonderful it is for me to see you here! I can see that you are wanting to join in on the celebrations of my little shop, and for that, I am forever grateful - after all, where would I be if it weren't for consistent patrons like yourself.💛

And I am more than happy to help you choose a book from my many shelves, we wouldn't want you walking away with one you weren't too keen on or one you simply would not like.

If you will allow me, I would love to give you one of my favourite as a token of my thanks and friendship 🔮

Your breathing was labored and all you could hear was the sound of the wind rushing through your one beautifully styled hair as you made you way passed the polished marbled and stone floors the castle was made of; the heavy skirts of your dressed bunched in your hands as you stumbled about trying not to lose the speed and distance you had created.

What you were running from, you could not recall – at least not at first – for your mind was still locked in a haze, one of from realm far from this, of reading upon inked words on a page. The loud chiming of the bells around you, signalling the twelfth hour of the night, urged your forward as epinephrine ran through your blood. The more rang that louder it became within your ears, the ringing filled your senses and made you almost delirious to what their call meant to you at that moment.

That you had to leave.

To run and hide away from the man who was following after you, one whose stride far outmatched yours and was gaining on you with every step. For if he caught up to you, who knows what would befall upon you should be find out the truth – that you were not a fair maiden, perhaps akin to a visiting royal, but a mere servant stuck to serve those who would never appreciate you as you deserved.

‘He could not know, and he would not know.’ That was the mantra that ran through your mind as you made a mad dash back to where your horse and carriage were, to try and leave behind this world of polish and beauty, of odd serenity, and to go back to where you belonged.

For this world was only meant for you for however long the magic spell cast upon you deemed it fit. A blessing given to you by a haggard woman begging for your aide, one that transformed before your eyes and for kindness she would gift you one in turn. She turned your worn clothes into a beautiful silver gown, the mice at your feet into beautiful steads, and the old pumpkin that you were to harvest into a grand carriage. To finish it all, she adorned your poor bruised feet, ones that barely knew comfort, glass slippers – ones only meant for you.

She then wished you well, helping you to gather your skits and place you within the coupe she so graciously gave you, to enjoy the night at the grand ball the royal family had been hosting; the event you could not attend given your low station and lack funds for a decent dress.

You had never known such luxury, nor the privileges it gave or how much better those around you acted to your presence with it. For the moment you stepped out onto the lustrous marbled floors of the palace, the people within it treated you like you were their own; with warm smiles and murmured words of flattery instead of rebuffs and scoffs you had grown accustomed to.

You even got to meet the Prince.

Something so wonderous, so out of your world that only in your deepest dreams could you conjure meeting him, that you couldn’t help but gape up at him as you tired to stutter a response; shying your head downward after a moment in embarrassment.

Though it seemed merely charming to him moreso than irritating, if his reassuring laughter was anything to go by as he took hold of your gloved hand and brought your knuckles to his lips “I am Prince Thorin, a son in the House Oakenshield. And I must say you have caught me by surprise.”

It took you a moment, swallowing down your nerves as you tried not to become so overwhelmed by his gesture or closeness to you, before you managed to squeak out “A-and why is that, your highness?”

“I know every maiden in my court, and those of neighboring lands, and yet I have not met you” He replied, standing to a more full height, though still slightly crowding you as his voice took a more hushed tone “Though, I would like to.”

His charming smiling made your knees buckle, as you struggled to breathe; that little hitch in your breath made his grin wider as he leaned down closer to you, “Would you allow me a dance?”

And who were you to say no? Who were you to try and tear your hand away from his as he gently coaxed you towards him and the throws of people gliding so effortlessly to the beautiful tones the musicians made. You were nothing if not someone being swept up in a grand romance, one you have only read about – you would be a fool, and call yourself such, if you didn’t allow yourself to be lost in it all as you fell in the warm embrace of his arms the whole night.

But such foolishness is why you were in this such a state now. Dishevelled and exhausted as you cursed yourself for not paying more attention; for not properly heading that mystic woman’s warning of when the magic she had casted would wane. Now here you were scurrying away like a rabbit in a chase as you tired to make it out of the castle and back home before your horse and carriage, before your façade, would be taken away.

Though in your haste you lost your footing. With a strangled cry you fell down the few stairs that you have been rushing down. Though you were grateful for the plush fabric of your dress to help break your fall, your ankle still ebbed and flowed with fresh pain as you struggled to get back up.

“My lady! Wait, please!” You heard him call out as he appeared before you at the top of the very grand staircase you had just cleared.

With him so close you could not bring yourself to go back to the glass slipper that had fallen from your foot in your stumble; instead having to leave it behind if it meant saving yourself from the embarrassment of him finding out the truth.

Though you wished to keep both slippers for future use, you were grateful for the small distraction to gave to Thorin to allow yourself time to get into your carriage, begging for your footman to hurry for time was running out. Sighing in slight relief once the vessel had begun it’s movements, but that sigh of relief was quickly turned into a sharp inhale as you watched as watched as royal guards upon their steeds, raced to chase after you.

Over hill and yonder they gained upon you, as your magic began to wear off. Your footman blinking between the fox he was before, your poor horses one by one turning back into mice as your carriage was slowly shrinking back down into the pumpkin it once was. Quickly you were careening into the stone path before you as you held your breath over the impact of the grassy hill upon you….

~

With a sharp breath your body nearly jolted out of its skin as you felt a warm hand rest upon your shoulder; you looked up to see the kind peddler who had allowed you respite here and allowed you to read a book that had caught your eye before purchasing it.

“Sorry…’ You managed to say between labored breaths, closing the book in your lap with a small thud as you began to stand.

“Never apologize,” She smiled kindly, helping you stand upon your own two feet “I very much like when my patrons enjoy the trinkets and novelties I provide.”

She pushed the book she had given you further into your hands as her smile grew wider “And I can tell you like this story~”

I do hope you are aware that what you read may be nothing more than ink on a page. As well, I do hope you know that I am not a shaman who will trick you with visions and nothing more; that the items I give are real as the ground beneath your feet.

Suppose all this to say, that he may have been chasing after you in a fairytale, that does not mean that a man like him is not chasing after you - pining after you. In fact, I would not be surprised if you ran into him after leaving my shop 🔮

I do hope you wish to keep what you found, for all 'sales' are final

[idoninjagoheadcanons]

headcanons about dr sander saunders/krux in the 40 years he was waiting for acronix please 😁

Apologies for such a delay! I just...had no motivation and forgot what happened in season 7 for a while, so I had to rewatch it. And I still don't remember anything... Hope these were worth the wait!

Him and Acronix had a dream for years before the war to go to university together, Acronix for science and Krux for history

Shortly after the war, Krux went out to fulfil that dream, because it helped give cover for his plan, and not because he wanted to make Acronix proud

He doesn't like kids, and hated when the museum had to give tours to them

He got his fake name from a book the twins made as a kid

He had so much fun designing that statue of Chen, because he made it as stupid as possible

Got a reputation of being an idiot when it came to tech, and he had interns whose whole job was to 'sit there and do anything that needs a computer"

He mostly ignored Ray and Maya, but occasionally would go talk to them and just gloat/tell them modified version of what is going on

He gathered up books about science for Acronix, so he could read about it, because he always wondered how the world works

[skydiamonded]

The final delayed emotional support Brian post! Brian observing various Beatles concerts!

[lecfoscism]

ALL JOKES! anyways is this anything. i don't know. happy international break everyone.

bonus:

[eilinelsghost]

Sometimes worldbuilding is great for writing.

And other times you think huh, this character would look kind of hot with a tattoo, wouldn't he? and then you wake up four days later to find you have a 31 page google slides presentation detailing the tattooing culture of the Bëorian people and diagrams of various characters' bodies with tattoo placement and the symbolism of each limb and location and also not a single additional word written on the WIP in question.

[viapencil]

hey! i LOOVEEE the scenes of macaque dancing on your actor AU like- YEAH???? OUR QUEEN??? i wanted to ask if there is any reference you used for the AMAZING dress he used! keep up the good work btw :) looking foward for the next part!

FIRST OF ALL, I'm SO SORRY FOR HAVING TO ANSWER SO FAR!!! many things have happened in my life, like the fact that I missed the last exam and I had to study… and study more… among other things! so I'm really sorry for the delay in answering

But now that I've apologized a lot, let's get to the answers!!

Let's start with the design of the dress. In the film, the dress has shoulder straps, which are transparent, and is a deep magenta color, with glitter. However, it was simplified by putting it all in one solid color, thus speeding up the drawing process

Believe it or not, making the process of putting glitter and opacity on a drawing takes a lot of time, so that it has more coherence with the artistic style, that's why this decision was taken and why the dress has slight variations when compared to its animated version

Among other things, about the design

If you notice, at first the eyes and the color of the fur of Swk and Mac are totally different from the ones that appear in the last chapters. It's just that in the beginning we didn't have a very defined design for them And if you wonder why there is so much incongruity with respect to their design in the first chapters, that's why

At the beginning there were no character sheets, but after finishing the first part I realized how much I needed them to make everything more coherent

finally I apologize again for the delay in answering this question

[acid-ixx]

update !

a/n: yall im incredibly sorry for the extremely long delay for chapter 3, it's literally exceeding 7500 words and it's not even finished 😭 im also adding in the fact that writer's block is really kicking my ass and i cant for the life of me focus much nor am i ever satisfied with my countless drafts (literally had to rewrite so much). i swear im not losing interest in dc (or the series) it's just these days have been really hard to me hehe

uhm if u guys want a teaser, then look below !!! (spoilers duh)

the wayne manor, in all its glory, is truly just an empty palace that houses buried memories.

with walls that cover the cries of one lonely child; a child who yearns for the unreciprocated love of their family. it was a cage for a child who stalks the frigid halls without any company, who sleeps in a room too small for their age, who cries for anybody to notice the pain that they had hidden with rose colored tints for so long, who yearns for a warmth that could never be provided in the spaces of harsh, black wallpaper and harsh winters.

it will always be innately lonely, and cold.

yet it's even more sullen now, an atmosphere so empty nobody could pinpoint.

no more was the voice that sings of the butler's splendid cooking. no more was the etching of ballpens on smooth paper on an intricately designed diary that stores all the rants of one's daily life. no more were the strokes on colorful canvases that paint dreams of a different life. no more was the humming of multiple tunes every morning. no more was the presence of the ghost who water the plants every afternoon. no more were the footsteps that thud in the kitchen and the hands that opens the fridge.

and most importantly—

no more were the hushed cries of the kid who resides in the smallest room of the wayne manor.

a house could be described as a building where a unit, moreover a family, lives in; but a home is what represents comfort, a place of belonging and safety.

it was a place encased with deep, historical roots.

but right now, encased in a field of damp grass - wet from heavy rain - and the overwhelming scent of petrichor— the manor is simply a house.

for it could never be complete without the presence of the very lonely child who cries for a love never to be attained.

the wayne manor, in all its worth, would never be the same without (name) wayne, a child who had always belonged, but at the same time, always wronged.

[captainsjack]

au where gus is a little too stupid and repressed so when shawn finally does take the chance and tells him he loves him, well gus has to let him down (gently of course) because he’s straight. (“you know if i was then you’d–” “please don’t finish that sentence”). and it hurts gus to see shawn so broken in front of him and to see how much it affects him and how hard it is for him to even hide it, and if gus could change anything in the world this would be it because he’d do anything to make shawn happy. but that’s not how life works, is it?

and i think it takes a long time, the better part of a year, for him to figure everything out. but eventually he does, because it’s all he thinks about. why did it hurt so much to tell shawn no? why did it feel so wrong to say those words? why does it feel like there’s something missing when he already knows that what’s missing is something he doesn’t want? (he doesn’t? right?). and i think it’s gradual, something he keeps thinking about and questioning in the back of his mind for a long time, and idk how he gets there, maybe there’s an ‘oh’ moment when he looks at shawn one day, maybe he wakes up and everything just clicks, or maybe it’s even subtler than that. but eventually gus realizes that he’s gay and in love with shawn (and has been for a lot longer than he’d like to admit).

he sits with it for a while before he decides to say anything because he has to make sure, really sure, because this isn’t something he can screw up. but eventually he’s confident enough to want to tell shawn, and when he finally decides to do it, he’s struck with the realization that he might be too late. he might’ve missed his chance. shawn told him he loved him almost a year ago and gus doesn’t know just how far his feelings went, so what if shawn was over him by now. he’s acted like it after the first few weeks, so what if gus is too late?

but then i think gus would suck it up and tell him anyway because if there was even the slightest of a chance that shawn still loved him, then gus would take that chance over the millions of ways it could go wrong. if shawn could be brave and do it then so could he.

i think he plans a speech, spends too much time going over all the words and apologies and explanations, making sure he has it all memorized, but when shawn answers the door, all the words in the world other than four disappear. when shawn looks at him as gus shoves his way out of the rain and into his apartment, as his breath shakes and startles and stops at all the what ifs, the only words he can find are “am i too late?”

shawn frowns and looks around a little, because, “i don’t think so, it’s only 8:30. wh–” and then gus shakes his head and grips his sleeve so tight his fingers hurt and his voice breaks a little as he says “no, shawn, am i too late?”

shawn blinks, and gus is still looking at him, eyes big and wide and wet, and then shawn softens as he realizes what gus is asking. he swallows over the lump in his throat and all it takes is a little shake of his head for gus to take the leap and kiss him.

[spacetimeaccordionfolder]

half awake brain this morning decided to make an au of mag 101 in which instead of waiting for something to happen or for Jon to escape somehow Elias just (after at least two weeks to try and ensure Jon's marked by the stranger) pays Breekon and Hope a whole lot of money or whatever they want to be compensated with to deliver Jon back to the Magnus Institute. It's a delivery so it's within their job description. And they get like I don't know maybe the old gorilla skin Gertrude has? Anyways half awake brain created the image of Elias signing delivery forms while B&H wait with a very confused Jon. Michael is very annoyed it didn't get to have its whole monologue.

[dailybloopy]

150 / happy birthday bloopy...!!

gif and bg credits under cut ☆

[theoneinmultiplefandoms]

unimpressed but still politely, Flint lets him be… /ref 💤🐟

(OG meme reference + extra below!)

here's an alt version of the meme with the swear kept, as well as the OG meme! 👀

[fruchtfleisch-art]

what’s up with Terunosuke in the invisible man AU. Does anybody rember him

Remember? Eh, most likely not... the people involved in his fight/book-ification are long dead by the time this AU picks up (including Yuya, RIP king 😔). Tomoko herself probably wouldn't make any connection between some weird guy in her house and a book with a human face.

But is he completely irrelevant? It's pretty safe to be a reference book in some dinky rural library, and I'm sure he's well cared for. There may be a persistent rumor about the weird stuff you can see/hear when you flip through him, though... sure hope stupid teens aren't checking him out and trying to contact him for social media clout... sure hope he hasn't spent 25 years harboring an incredibly justified grudge against humanity as a whole...

[2023legendoflinkzine]

Shipping Update #2!

[tcustodisart]

I got teary eyed a bit today by seeing how much love Faust receives not only during pride but in general. It's a dumb thing to say about your own creation, but she came into my life when I needed her the most and became such a huge part of who I am today. She is truly the best thing I've ever created and I'm happy she brings joy to others.

[onlymagpie]

OMG I LOVE the way you draw Xavier!!! Can i request more? Love ur art !!!!!!

Thank you! Please accept this mini Xav (sitting in the mess tent) (plotting)

[skydiamonded]

Last week’s emotional support Brian post - Brian’s cufflinks! (A request from a friend on Twitter) - I ended up making a short thread discussing Brian’s taste in jewellery, so if you’d like to read my thoughts, they’re on Twitter.