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I am punting you into the aether but like, in a kind way. You have a 10 seconds warning

HELLO????

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Just a normal lighthouse

Bi icon in her horror fish era reaching 2 million during Pride Month...What more could we ask for...<3

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Another fake cover for y’all…

Pt.1 (“volume 1”)

Pt.2 (“volume 4”)

I made them out of order 😅

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i want everyones team rancher aus NOW! I DEMAND IT! ILL DRAW IT GIVE ME PLEASE HAND THEM OVER FGRRRGRG

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Hey y’all!! (Ignore that is been like 2 months. Whoops.)

The recursive event has blessed me with not one, but TWO wonderfully, menacingly, silly fics based off of the Postal Demon AU, and I want to promote them here!

Gifted to me by the lovely @aliteral-ghost is “the number one rule of mail” where, after packages go missing, Cleo and Skizz have to run around trying to stop the Postal Demons from wreaking havoc.

And by the wonderful @teddybearsandspaceships we have “Etho’s Escort Service From Hell” in which, Cleo has fallen into Hell again, and this time she might need the help of a friend to get out. Featuring a very silly exchange silly exchange!

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There was a third recursive fic, in case you missed it, just fyi: "To define the unknown" by Alice_not_Alice

Holy shit I totally did miss it!!! I’ll go read it immediately.

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Hey y’all!! (Ignore that is been like 2 months. Whoops.)

The recursive event has blessed me with not one, but TWO wonderfully, menacingly, silly fics based off of the Postal Demon AU, and I want to promote them here!

Gifted to me by the lovely @aliteral-ghost is “the number one rule of mail” where, after packages go missing, Cleo and Skizz have to run around trying to stop the Postal Demons from wreaking havoc.

And by the wonderful @teddybearsandspaceships we have “Etho’s Escort Service From Hell” in which, Cleo has fallen into Hell again, and this time she might need the help of a friend to get out. Featuring a very silly exchange silly exchange!

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I too want to give Maomao a kiss on the cheek

EDIT: I made a follow up comic

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i dont think i can look at this picture for more than 2 seconds at a time without getting embarrassed like ur eyes rolling into the back of your head for what....HAPPY LATE LESBIAN VISIBILITY WEEK 😭

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I got commissioned to do this lovely piece for @watcheraurora and @infernafiresword ‘s fic Building the Walls of a Dynasty from the expanded Even Ice Walls Fall Down universe.

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This thing, she found it dragging her under.

The vines and meat-eating flowers that bloomed from under her sternum —she had watered them with her tears and her rage, and bade her garden grow wicked, but they had felt more like parasites recently. Skototropist things with a mind of their own, who’s fingers reached for the black abysm that haunted her dreams.

Staring into its yawing maw she knew it stared back.

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Nightshade, Wisteria, Oleander;

This land is toxic, and verdant, and from caustic green she bloomed as a poison garden.

Amorphophallus, Rafflesia, Bulbophyllum;

In barren soil, these things are Carnivores, carrion flowers, corpses: beautiful and grotesque.

Vincetoxicum rossicum, Lonicera japonica, Celastrus orbiculatu;

Strangling vines. Survivors, killers.

Fragile, and stubborn, and transitory.

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Rewatching Apothecary Diaries and remembering how much I love these dorks

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Tango and his tolerance

HC from the hermitcraft livestream that tango is just built different and forgets others aren’t!

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i hate when you google a word and some fucking company comes up instead. Do you think you are more important than the english dictionary you piece of shit corporation

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everyone should read this it's lovly

Under The Milky Way Tonight

I wrote a short fic this morning, because I was having some thoughts and feelings. It's just a little thing, a one-off scene from no larger work. I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Also on AO3 at the link above for those who prefer it.

Fic below the cut, for those more Tumblr-inclined.

Keralis and Etho go for a drive.

It’s quiet, at sundown. The only noise was the music from the car’s speakers, and the rumble of the tires against the tarmac. Wind whistled through Etho’s roof rack, and the engine growled softly under its metal sarcophagus. 

And outside, the world passed them by. 

It was peaceful. 

The sun crawled towards the horizon, and Keralis leaned against the glass and stared into infinity. 

“It’s so…flat,” He said softly, “So flat…so…” 

“It’s big, ” Etho corrected, “It’s big and wide and open. That’s what you’re looking for.” 

The setting sun pooled between the stubble in the fields, as an ancient barbed-wire fence whizzed by the passenger window. Lichen grew on the desiccated posts, the metal swaying in the breeze. 

Distantly, a pasture of cows grazed at the grass, and beyond that, a farmhouse surrounded by a personal forest of trees. And beyond that-

A patchwork quilt of fields and more fields, parcelled-off pieces of infinity stretching from horizon to horizon. 

They crested the hill, Etho effortlessly driving his beloved truck, and Keralis spellbound by the world outside. 

“I feel…small,” Keralis said softly, and Etho chuckled behind his mask. 

“Yeah, the prairies’ll do that. They do that to me, too.” He said, staring out at the road ahead. It was straight as an arrow, a strip of black tarmac rolling up and down the undulations in the land. It went on for eternity, until it vanished over the curvature of the earth. 

“I thought I would be bored, travelling with you,” Keralis said quietly, “I thought I should have just flown. But…” 

“But?” Etho echoed, raising an eyebrow. 

“I don’t know, Etho. You look out the windows, and there’s so much to see. So much. I never thought…” 

Etho chuckled. 

“The thing people never seem to get about the prairies is…it’s fractal, you get me? You got those pricks in their glass towers down in Toronto, sneering down their spectacles at this. “Boring,” They say, “Flat and empty” and all kinds of other stuff. And sure, sure. From the top of your tower, from the window of your airplane, yeah, I agree. But the closer you get, the more things you see. It’s fractal. The prairies…they grow in complexity the closer you get to ‘em. Sure, you can fly over…but why would you want to do that? Every blade of grass by the side of the road is a whole world unto itself…”

Keralis smiled. 

“What are those colourful boxes with the tarps on them?” He asked, pointing as a collection of them sped past the windows. 

“Bees,” Etho nodded, “Bees for the canola. Can’t have canola without bees. You need ‘em, you know? But then…” 

He shrugged. 

In the distance, as they crested another hill, Keralis saw the setting sun catch the backs of a windmill. A giant white colossus, spinning slowly in the dying light. Dozens of them, dotting the landscape, as red dots atop them flashed frantically in the glowing embers of the day. The sky had exploded into oranges and pinks and purples, a symphony cast against the deep purple of encroaching storm clouds. 

And distantly, Keralis saw a flash of lightning. 

They drew closer to the colossi, and a smaller shape resolved itself. Primitive and angular, laid against the feet of the behemoths. A black pumpjack of bolted iron, nodding slowly as it tapped at the planet’s fiery lifeblood. 

Alone but for the yellow grass and the cattle browsing the same. 

Keralis hummed, staring between them. The small iron pumpjack, and the distant aluminum windmills. The ancient past, a century-old design, working in the shadows of the future. 

And he sighed. 

“This is such a strange place,” He whispered, “I know what flat is, you know? But there are so few people. We’re…alone. Etho, we’re completely alone…” 

“Well, we’re not really,” Etho gestured at a farmhouse in the distance whose lights flicked on as he spoke, “But here? Now? Sure, I’ll second that. But it’s nice, right? It’s peaceful.” 

“Yeah,” Keralis said softly, “I never thought…” 

And his voice trailed off, and they fell into a companionable silence. 

Minutes passed, and the sun crawled closer and closer to the horizon. 

Keralis was the one to speak. 

“Etho,” He said, “How do you- how do you stop yourself feeling so exposed here?” 

“I don’t feel exposed,” Etho countered, “I never have, and I never will. You feel safe, Keralis. You always feel safe, you know? ‘Cause like, nobody can sneak up on me out here. I’m safe.”  

He nodded, and turned to look out the window again. 

And they fell silent again.

The last embers of the day cooled to nothing, and Keralis watched as the first stars crawled through the dwindling blue. First Venus, of course, racing to follow the sun to its grave. But then more and more of them glowed out of the encroaching gloom. Etho flipped a switch, and the truck’s high beams kicked on- a strip of road tens of metres long, illuminating the abyss. 

There were no streetlights here. 

There was just…them. 

Them, and their landship, sailing through a sea of swaying grass. 

Keralis looked up through the sunroof, and he gasped. 

The stars. 

So many stars. 

Horizon to horizon, below a great globe of starlight. The constellations danced before his eyes- Orion, the Big Dipper, Cygnus, and so many more. Cassiopeia, of course, the crooked ‘W’ a searchlight amid the mess of stars. 

“I feel so small,” Keralis said softly.

“We are small,” Etho replied, not taking his eyes off the road, “We’re stardust, Keralis. That’s all we’ll ever be.” 

“Well, yeah, I knew that,” he countered, staring up through the sunroof, “But…” 

“But?” 

“But…I just…Etho. I’m so small. We’re all so small…” 

Etho snorted. 

“You, my friend, have a skill issue.” 

Keralis squawked, and Etho laughed. 

But the words faded, and they returned to staring. Etho forwards, Keralis upwards. 

And both of them could see stars. 

The expanse of the Milky Way rose up through the windshield, a soft orange glow from the dashboard instruments a nice complement to them. And all through the darkened land, porch lights and yard lamps dotted the darkness.

Manmade constellations for the stars to puzzle over. 

They drove on into infinity, encased in their ship of steel and rubber. It sailed through the darkness, guided by Etho’s steady hand on the tiller.

“We’re gonna be late,” Etho warned, glancing at the clock, “We should have left an hour earlier.” 

“Etho,” Keralis said, as a shooting star whizzed before his eyes, “Have I ever told you how much I don’t care?” 

Etho laughed, and he turned on the radio. 

Static filled the cab, and he smiled. The FM signals had died an hour ago, and AM had finally given up the ghost. 

“We’re too far from town,” He whispered, turning it off, “No more music.” 

Keralis nodded. 

And they sailed on into the night.