splickedylit - Tumblr blog

[splickedylit]

never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱

[splickedylit]

*Relationships: Kongo Unsui/Hiruma Youichi/Anezaki Mamori *Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Bisexual Awakenings, Emotional Repression, Polyamory, Canon-Typical Quarterback (And Manager) Mindgames, Dysfunctional Family, College is for figuring out you're not straight OR emotionally okay: the fic, …..Unsui deserves to date two people Agon struck out with simultaneously: the fic, It's not exactly hurt/comfort but, Hurt/Validation, isn't a tag

Summary:

Agon’s jaw works like he’s biting his tongue. “I didn’t hit you that hard,” he says, but Unsui knows his brother, deeply and painfully and inconveniently, and he knows the rare, uncomfortable edge of uncertainty in his voice. “Yes,” says Unsui, coldly. “You did.”

*Full list at link

Bonus: just some dudes having a very civil discussion :)

Agon should get scruffed like a puppy every so often when he gets punchy. it wouldn't fix him but it would make me very happy.

[splickedylit]

don’t forget the chronic deja vu

via Elle.cordova on tiktok

[splickedylit]

i have an idea 💡

[splickedylit]

“Who broke it”

inspired by that one voltron video

finally finished version of this

took ten thousand years please enjoy

View on YouTube here!

[splickedylit]

First Post!

I deleted my old tumblr because... man idk why it was covid-times and the prefrontal cortex was not in the room with us!! Anyways, I was reminded by my lovely friend @repecca that tumblr exists, and that some of my work has been going around on here, so I decided to post some of my work up officially! Starting off with my most notable (?) work to date, here's my LOTR: The Middle Kingdom Project. Now, it's been over a year since I posted this, and at the time I was... really searchingfor myself artistically, and I decided to go all in on something that I'd been ruminating on for a long time.

So, hello, again. I'm Leia. I do visual development/BG design, and I'm also a writer of things. I love fantasy and transformative work. It's nice to meet you.

[splickedylit]

#op your vibes are immaculate and i am stuffing like half of these into my mouth and making off with them they're so good#do you have a store by any chance because some of these would look baller on my walls (@ladyalisette)

That's so incredibly sweet of you! I don't have a store unfortunately--the entire logistics of setting that up are baffling to me and I don't often make finished original pieces that I imagined people might like to buy! But it's very flattering and thought-provoking that you would ask haha.

Long overdue sketchbook scanning session: original concepts only edition haha. Noting some common themes I didn't notice while I was drawing: Hottie with their tits out. Skeletons. "Oh this person grew up religious huh 😐" vibes. Putting extra arms on things for no reason. TBH? Excellent. I have no regrets and will continue.

[splickedylit]

[splickedylit]

oh so he's like. MAD mad.

[splickedylit]

something something one piece crossover

[splickedylit]

CLONE: wow okay. wild implications for my poor childhood memory lol. But also, I grew up a twin so like. Humans come in echoes and doubled sets all the time! That doesn't stop us from going out and becoming our own people with our own lives! Like, circumstantially it's deeply troubling to find out, sure, but also it doesn't change the task in front of me, which is to take care of myself and keep going from here.

ROBOT: absolutely mind-crushing to me. who has the technology to make me, and why and how did they convince me I was organic? How have I, treating my body like a human body, been able to maintain the delusion up to this point? Is my memory of existing up until this point a digital fabrication and if so, how much of it? How will I continue my upkeep going forward? Who am I dependent on, to create and install the parts to keep my body running? As a nurse, I can no longer feel any comfort in my own relationship with my body, because the things I've learned no longer apply. I mean ffs, in this capitalist society, who put in the money to make me, and how convinced are they that they own me because of it? Organic parents (or clone-tech operators) might feel entitled to break your heart but at least they can't make the schematics to fix it proprietary.

[splickedylit]

commission for delightful @moth-time !!! <33

[splickedylit]

Last Sentence Tag Game

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence

Thanks to @beansterpie for the tag! I'm jumping around from doc to doc forever because I have like six active projects I'm trying to focus on and I have no idea which one is my most recent one, but since I followed you originally for Eyeshield stuff...

“I can’t come scope shit out for my darling twin brother?” Agon says, in tones of saccharine malice.  “My poor big brother who doesn’t know what he’s doing yet?"

I do long damn sentences and I'm not tagging uhhhhh like thirty people, so whoever wants to do it! All my writer followers haha. But especially @roach-works and @rollerskatinglizard I know y'all have been writing lmao.

[splickedylit]

*Relationships: Kongo Unsui/Hiruma Youichi/Anezaki Mamori *Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Bisexual Awakenings, Emotional Repression, Polyamory, Canon-Typical Quarterback (And Manager) Mindgames, Dysfunctional Family, College is for figuring out you're not straight OR emotionally okay: the fic, …..Unsui deserves to date two people Agon struck out with simultaneously: the fic, It's not exactly hurt/comfort but, Hurt/Validation, isn't a tag

Summar(ies):

“You’re my brother,” Agon says, like that explains everything. “Oh,” says Unsui, through lips that feel almost numb with rage.  “I’m aware.  Every day I’m grateful for my luck, sharing a family name with the blessed genius Kongo Agon.” Agon gives him a narrow-eyed look at that—like he knows there must be sarcasm in that sentence somewhere, but he can’t seem to find it among all the true statements Unsui just said. Unsui could throw the cup directly at his face.  It wouldn’t make contact, Agon’s reflexes are at the knife-edge of physical possibility, almost inhuman—but it would feel so damn good.

+

Mamori signs back, Limited field to your vision. Where should I look? She raises a hand, but doesn’t sign anything yet.  On the screen, Unsui pushes himself upright, looking after his brother as he stalks away, jaw set and shoulders square. Mamori signs, Keep looking, but opposition is watching you.  Trick play incoming?  All options risky. Youichi snorts, despite himself.  She’s not fucking wrong.  Ten-four.

*Full list at link

[splickedylit]

this is going to have me on my hands and knees dry heaving

[splickedylit]

another one

[splickedylit]

calvin royal iii and joão menegussi rehearsing as adam and steve for christopher rudd’s touché