#I had to format the computer

[titenoute]

Meme redraw OG Rayman prefers to choose kindness whenever he can...

V.2 :

But sometimes, you gotta send a message.

[voidmetal-alloy]

Some very rough concepts for soul core Bass and Proto, with some extra things under the cut like how Bass' buster works and some helmetless ideas for the two of them.

[choatichaunteddoll]

[nevermoorsource]

The UK Cover for Silverborn: The Mystery of Morrigan Crow, illustrated by Hannah Peck! Out on May 8th.

[whatthehellvictorhugo]

You know you’re too far gone when you wake up from a vague dream and your brain is screaming at you to write a Enjoltaire fanfiction (?) in fucking Google Sheets.

Not google docs,

But

Google fuckign sheets

(Yes it is in table format.)

[dramas-vs-novels]

Today's show was so overhwelmingly chaotic that I had to use my inhaler TWICE (I've been trying to only use it once a day to see how my lungs are doing). But as chaotic and exhausting as it was... Goddamn I'm good at what I do.

While they were diagnosing a problem and working through Plan A, I set up Plan F by myself while 6 people stood around watching Plan A-C fail.

And when they yelled that the show would have to be canceled this week, I had Plan F up, set, running, and it was what I told them to do from the start.

Why is there only Plan A-C, then suddenly Plan F?

My Plan was always Plan F, for "Fuck it, we bail".

[radioregine]

finally captured some recordings i'm happy with <3 rest of tonight is gonna be for decorating + scanning in the zine and linking downloads for the audio files

[the-way-astray]

No pressure for the Anti Keefe Sencen Rant 2-I know it's going to be absolutely delicious and chef's kiss if you take the time you need and then release it. I'm so looking forward to it. No pressure, though, I swear!

Uh this was meant to be like a comforting and motivational post at the same time. Seriously, just feel good ok

ooh, it's nice to know people are still interested, even though i'm pretty sure it's been a while since the first one came out in . . . july? idk lmfao.

don't worry . . . this seems comforting and motivational. the secret project is sucking up all my kotlc-stuff time currently, but i'll likely be able to go back to the rant after i finish that (why am i always working on something kotlc-related . . . )

anyway. since you seem eager and i'm apparently handing these out like hershey's kisses, have yet another excerpt from the part two rant (i posted one already, in case you haven't seen it). subject to change and being cut and whatnot but. whatever:

“The pounding didn’t mean anything, by the way. That’s why he didn’t bother mentioning it. Of course he had a headache! His mom had just tried to kill him—again!” (541) What in the logical fallacies is this???? Just because you know what caused your headache, doesn’t mean it will magically go away???? I’m so genuinely confused as to what Shannon is attempting to achieve here. Is she trying to make us annoyed with Keefe? Keefe then proceeds to refuse good medical advice for over twenty pages. In case you thought he grew or developed at all from the Nightfall incident.

“Okay, fine—he wasn’t in the mood to hear about all of the mistakes he’d caused everybody to make, because his brilliant plan had turned out to be a little less-than-brilliant.” (543) In case you think this is character development, it’s not. Keefe is only sorry that he caused them to make mistakes, he’s very noticeably not sorry that he screwed over the entire plan by doing the one thing everyone told him not to do, which is what he should be sorry for. He’s not sorry for his arrogance in thinking the group would need him. When I first heard that Unlocked was going to be told half from Keefe’s perspective, I thought we would get an explanation for why (because, like I said, the reason he gives in Legacy for coming to Loamnore makes no sense at all). Why did he come to Loamnore, even when specifically warned not to and agreeing? I was super intrigued and thought Shannon would surprise us with a very specific reason. But I guess my standards were too high because this book does not talk about Loamnore at all past this chapter and the next. That’s literally it. Certainly, we don’t get a specific reason as to why Keefe decided to throw a good plan down the drain and override it with his own. It’s like Shannon completely forgot about the last book’s climax’s consequences.

“Apparently, he shared the Really-Bad-at-Scheming gene with his mom.” (543) His mom’s not bad at scheming, though. Not even close. (At least, not until some . . . choices were made in Stellarlune.) Keefe’s bad at scheming. Keefe. Not this mom. Keefe. Let me remind you that he threw away the entire point of his side’s plan when he showed up at Loamnore, even though he fully knew what his mom was trying to do. Meanwhile, his mom has been thoroughly, intricately, and meticulously crafting and refining her plan for years. Keefe rushes into everything with no thought. Gisela’s actually a pretty good planner. But again, Keefe is so arrogant that, to this day, he still underestimates his mom, even after she’s gotten the better of him time and time again. You’d think he would’ve stopped being stupid and learned by now . . . 

“Though . . . maybe if she hadn’t had to do that, his mom wouldn’t have escaped. There was no way to know, so it was probably better not to wonder about it.” (544) Keefe just . . . brushes right past what should be a serious stop-and-think moment for him. He, once again, hijacked a shared plan and ruined it because . . . genuinely, I do not know. Like I said, I thought the reason Keefe gave at the end of Legacy was a cover-up for some deeper reason he didn’t want to tell Sophie that would make it all make more sense, but that’s not at all true. Anyway I’ll shut up about that now and talk about this quote. Keefe should be doing some serious reflection right now. Again, if you think he developed from the Nightfall scene at all, I hope you can see why it’s very clear he didn’t learn anything of actual value. He just said what Sophie wanted to hear and they breezed past it. He did not actually learn or change from that scene. Once again, he refuses to blame himself for problems that are actually his fault, yet beats himself up over ones that aren’t. Those false problems are then used to attract a great deal of pity. If Keefe truly believed that he messed everything up, he would not have come to Loamnore and, get this, messed everything up. How are we, the audience, supposed to believe that Keefe feels guilty over everything and beats himself up over everything when he just instantly brushes past something that was one hundred percent his fault? Why is he only ever guilty over things that aren’t his fault, like his mom? It’s to attract sympathy for him without actually putting him in the wrong. 

“He just had to keep fighting and remember that the defeats they’d suffered were . . . mostly a timing issue.” (544) Here, Keefe tries to rationalize his way out and excuse himself of the blame by telling himself it wasn’t his fault. Which is just not true. A lot of the defeats they’ve suffered are a direct result of Keefe’s actions. Here is a list of the things he has screwed up: compromising Alluveterre, giving up his blood, freeing Alvar (which probably wouldn’t have mattered, given the whole Lumenaria thing, but Keefe didn’t know that at the time), being wrong several times about the Neverseen going after Grady and Edaline, giving up the caches and bringing back fakes, giving Sophie the tracker that led the Neverseen to her and Fitz, and now showing up at Loamnore when he was forewarned with good reasons not to. I bet you forgot about at least half this list, because the narrative gives so little accountability to Keefe that large, devastating setbacks are quickly and easily forgiven by the other characters without Keefe facing a modicum of actual consequence. He simply throws a pity party, Sophie wrongfully reassures him none of it’s his fault, and they move on. Once again, I would have no problem with Keefe deflecting the blame off of himself if it was treated as a character flaw by Shannon and if it was more consistent, but neither of those are applicable to Keefe. As for the part where he says he just needs to “keep fighting” . . . oh please, no. Please. Please stop fighting. Please stay out of everything, ever. You would do everyone on your side a massive favor.

I’m not copying down the whole quote, because it’s like three paragraphs, but there’s a brief description of the four (4) elixirs that Elwin made Keefe drink to help him feel better on page 563. So what he’s been fighting for over twenty pages is something that took about a minute to do. He would’ve been free to go immediately if he’d just taken his goddamned medicine. Instead, he had to throw a temper tantrum like a toddler. This is what I mean when I say he’s infuriatingly stupid. How did he not realize that taking his medicine would get him out of the Healing Center faster and less painfully than whining like a pathetic brat? (Okay, so Elwin made Keefe take another dose of headache medicine on page 566. That’s literally it. Just five elixirs.)

[bericas]

lil nas x (lost in the citadel) / boygenius (salt in the wound) / beach bunny (painkiller) / lucy dacus (strange torpedo) / beatrice eli (coward) / to kill a king (bloody shirt, bastille remix) / paramore (forgiveness) / taylor swift (untouchable) / mitski (i bet on losing dogs) / lucy dacus (body to flame) / florence + the machine (falling)

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i've gotta program something soon...

[xoteajays]

summary: When Makina Aguni is transported to the Borderland alongside her brother and his best friend, she has no idea what will soon unfold in her life. Aiding in the creation of the paradise known as The Beach, she watches at it destroys those she cares most about until all that is left is flames and nobody's hands are left unbloodied.

ships: niragi suguru x aguni!sister!oc (main), chishiya shuntaro x male!oc (secondary).

chapter length: ~4.1k.

total wordcount: ~20k » ~24k.

CHAPTER 5:

Niragi wakes in the early morning, finding himself well rested after a night spent in an actual bed. It had been the most comfortable night of sleep he’s had since he’d arrived in this weird, in-between world. The 'borderland' he’d heard someone call it, but he didn’t know what to make of that. For now, all it seemed he could do was go through the motions, win the games and keep surviving - and now figure out this 'paradise' thing.

That, too, is something he isn’t fully sold on. Though he likes the thought of having a place to spend his nights and days, not forced the wander through the empty city. The company didn’t seem too awful either, though he isn’t sure if he can trust them just yet.

Dragging himself out of the bed, he dresses and pushes his feet into his shoes before leaving the room. He stretches his neck side to side, unwinding, then he ties his hair up as he walks. It’s a shame about the electricity not working, since now he’s forced to use the stairs to get to the ground floor instead of the elevators. He slumps his way down the seemingly endless stairs, yawning into his palm as he wakes up fully.

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[steampunk-christians]

February has been probably the most spiritually eventful month I have had since my conversion - 13 years ago. I even got disciplined in a way that was almost funny 💀

[drarrypotterrenaissance]

A Walking Heroic History

"Besides,” Harry said, “It seems pretty simple to me. You were a git, and I hated you. Now you’re not a git, and I love you. Easy as that.” For @harryjamespotterweek 2023, Day 3 (Scars, Enemies to Lovers) Rated T, 1.2k words. Read on ao3 here

“What about this one?” Draco’s fingers, tacky with sea salt, caught on Harry’s skin, just above his hip.

“Third year. The Whomping Willow got me, I think, or maybe it was when I fell by the lake with the Dementors after that.”

Draco bent to place a gentle kiss on the scar, then his fingers continued their exploration up Harry’s side.

“This one?” he asked, pressing a small kiss to it preemptively, smirking when Harry twitched away, huffing out a laugh.

“That tickles.”

Draco did it again, just to make him squirm.

“Fell out of a tree when I was eight. I bounced when I hit the ground, but a branch caught me first.”

One last, tickling kiss, and Draco moved on again.

Over Harry’s shoulder - “I genuinely have no clue, I just noticed it one day in fifth year,” - down Harry’s arm - “Wormtail, in the cemetery, fourth year,” - all the way to his hand.

“Umbridge and her evil quill in fifth year.”

Draco linked their fingers and lay back, pulling Harry’s hand up to his mouth for another kiss, gritty with the sand stuck to his skin.

“We all wondered about that, you know,” Draco said, idly tracing the letters. “In Slytherin. We all knew you had cuts on the back of your hands Blaise even set up a betting pool on it.”

“Who won?”

“Daphne Greengrass. She asked a Gryffindor boy who had seen you in the common room and he told her. To hear her tell it, she seduced it out of him, but I suspect he didn’t see any reason not to answer her when she asked.”

Harry gave another small laugh, sun-warm and content, and after a moment, Draco continued.

“I am sorry, about all of that. I don’t think I mentioned that when I said- before. But I am sorry for the Inquisitorial Squad, and what she did to you.”

Harry gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “You don’t have to keep apologizing. I know.” In an even softer voice, he added, “I still remember what you said that first time. Besides,” Harry said, continuing on at his normal volume, “It seems pretty simple to me. You were a git, and I hated you. Now you’re not a git, and I love you. Easy as that.”

Draco squeezed his hand back, and Harry kissed his fingertips.

“Second year,” said Draco, and Harry hummed a question in response. “On my ring finger, on the side, near where you kissed, there’s a scar from second year.”

Harry sought it out, found it between Draco’s second and third knuckles, pointing to the place where Harry suspected he would put a ring someday in the near future. It was still too soon to be proposing, but Harry kissed the shiny silver scar, and then kissed the bottom of Draco’s finger too, as a placeholder for now.

“What happened?” Harry asked, “Did the Basilisk get you too?”

Draco elbowed him hard in the ribs.

“No. You did, actually.”

“What? When did I hurt you in second year?” Harry was sure he would have remembered attacking Draco in second year, not least of all because Draco would have thrown such a fit that everyone in Hogwarts would have surely remembered it.

“During the Dueling Club,” Draco said, his smug smile evident even in his voice.

“I did not!” Harry protested, sitting up so fast he flung sand into Draco’s face.

Draco tossed his head to flick the errant sand away, then opened his eyes looking incredibly pleased with himself.

“You did. You sent me flying back, and I scraped my finger on the ground.”

Harry couldn’t see his own face, but he was sure it looked as unimpressed as he felt.

“That’s hardly anything! How on earth did it scar? Why didn’t you have someone heal you? It can’t have been that bad, or else someone would have noticed the blood.”

“Well, it wasn’t that bad at first, Potter,” Draco drawled, so horribly self-satisfied Harry almost choked on it. “But you see, I hated you then, because you had refused my offer of friendship, and everyone thought you were the Heir of Slytherin, and I just couldn’t let any of that go. So, I didn’t let it heal, and kept making it worse, because you were my sworn enemy, and I wanted the burden of being marked by your cruel villainy for the rest of my life.”

Harry blinked down at him for a second, then said, “You’re insane.”

“I was twelve, everyone’s like that when they’re twelve,” Draco responded placidly, so sure of himself that Harry wanted to contradict him, wanted to tell him no, not everyone is like that when they’re twelve. But then, he remembered that he, Ron, and Hermione had spent the first half of that year brewing Polyjuice Potion because they were convinced Draco was the Heir of Slytherin, and the sheer hypocrisy of saying that made him pause.

Finally, he just kissed Draco’s petty little scar and let their hands fall back to the beach.

“Whatever you say, Draco.”

A few more moments passed in silence, both of them listening to the crash of the waves before Draco spoke again.

“I like them, you know. Your scars.”

Harry had known this for a while; Draco’s hands often sought them out as though they were there to mark the places Harry was meant to be held, pieced back together under a loving and careful touch.

“I don’t like that you had to suffer to get them, of course,” Draco continued, thumb stroking over the back of Harry’s hand as if to read the words carved there through touch alone. “I truly am sorry about that, even about the hurts I didn’t cause. But I like history, I always have, and growing up I liked stories about heroes best of all. And you, you’re a walking heroic history, and I like seeing that. Of course, it also reminds me that you’re a reckless, self-sacrificing moron on occasion too, but I feel that’s just a reminder that you need to keep me around so at least one of us is looking out for you.”

And then, never one to want attention paid to him after being too nice, Draco put his head on Harry’s shoulder and indicated with every fibre of his being that their conversation was now over, and he was going to relax for the rest of the afternoon.

Harry intended to do the same, letting the sound of the waves, the steady rise and fall of Draco’s breath, and the rhythmic carding of his fingers through Draco’s hair soothe him. But, at the same time, he found he couldn’t help but turn over Draco’s words in his mind.

Harry had never really thought much about his body before - it had always done what he had needed it to do, and it hadn’t hindered him, parts/he had never had cause to contemplate himself in the way Draco clearly had. Harry supposed, if pressed, he would say that he liked how much he resembled his parents, the first people ever to love him, and the first people he lost, living on a bit through him. But hearing how Draco thought about him, what he liked about the scar on Harry that had just seemed like collateral damage in a much bigger fight, that made Harry re-evaluate his own blind neutrality.

He pulled Draco’s hand to his mouth to kiss his precious little scar again, and Draco, napping lightly beside him, moved his hand to cover the scar on Harry’s chest, and smiled in his sleep.

[one-and-a-half-yikes]

Okay I haven't spoken on this in a bit, but so we all know my cyberpunk inky mystery au is gonna be on a indefinite hiatus. NOT FORGOTTEN

However my computer was destroyed and I have no idea when it'll be fixed or if it CAN be fixed. If it can't we'll have to save up for a new one and that means I'll have to go back and redo all my designs over. Along with other designs from my other IM AUs that I haven't spoken about on here. Actually speaking of IM AUs are there any of my other AUs y'all would be interested in me talking about? 👀

[yang4ever]

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