#I just finished my first listen

[thoughtsonlou]

Y’all…

[mimimar]

finally completed my comic based on the song ivy by taylor swift!✿ please zoom in to read the text and see the details~

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you can get the digital zine pdf here! it includes extras like character profiles, costume design, more art of willow and ivy, zine-exclusive sketches and an illustrated guide to the symbolism of all the flowers in this comic.

you can also get prints of individual pages here!

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[cutie-lumi]

I literally cannot stop drawing them in these outfits I SWEAR

[payasita]

cat bones

baddabing badaboom

flats

[witchspeka]

It's always "Shou and Ritsu need to blow stuff up with their minds for mental health reasons" or Ritsu and Teru or even Shou and Teru!

But what about Mob? When does he get to blow stuff up with his mind for funsies? For shits and giggles? He didn't go through all of those meltdowns and character development for nothing, let him go ham on a junkyard car or something smh

I believe in Mob's narrative given right to fuck shit up sometimes

[adelacreations]

There's something...off about Steve Harrington...don't you think?

Read How to Pretend my Ivy!Steve fic here

Tip Jar

[disquietiswhatitis]

[Kara and Nia arguing in the tower when Lena walks in, setting her purse and portable equipment down before approaching the two heroes]

Lena: Ladies, WHAT is going on here?

Kara: Nia saw this supposed fact online and I was trying to convince her that she’s wrong!

Nia: I’m not wrong! It’s impossible to touch your belly button with both your elbows! It’s just a fact!

Kara: It is not-

Lena: Kara…honey, have you tried testing this theory?

Kara: (pouting) I did.

Lena: …And?

Kara: And my muscles are too big and they couldn’t reach. But just because I can’t do it doesn’t mean it’s impossible.

Nia: (quips) Not every day you hear Supergirl say that.

Lena: (chiming in before Kara can retort) Well, Nia, did you try it?

Nia: No, but that’s because a rogue Dominator we were just fighting tore a whole in my Dreamer outfit and I was afraid it’ll tear more if I try.

Lena: Oh my god, Nia, are you hurt?

Nia: I’m fine. Not as injured as Kara’s ego when she she has to admit she’s wrong.

Kara: I will heat vision your face off.

Nia: (sticks her tongue out at Kara tauntingly)

Lena: (standing between the two women with her arms stretched out to separate them) Okay STOP! Would it help settle this if I tried to do it?

Kara: Lena, you don’t have to.

Lena: (raises an eyebrow at Kara and stares at her, as if to convey “I adore you and I don’t mind but I also want to resolve this so we can get back to work,” before turning her head to give Nia a similar look.)

Nia: Sure.

Kara: Yeah, that’d be great.

Lena: And you’ll both abide by the results, without gloating if you win or lashing out with your powers if you lose? [Not that anyone in the room believes Kara would actually melt Nia’s face but saying the last part helps to deescalate the tension]

Kara: I mean…I can’t promise no gloating…

Nia: That seems fair.

Lena: Good enough. (She takes off her jacket and walks over to set it with her other items, revealing a button down blouse with a significant number of the top buttons undone underneath. She walks back over to the two heroes.)

Lena: So…like this? (Lena looks down at her stomach struggling to touch her belly button with both her elbows. She’s unable to do so but unbeknownst to her, the action has caused Lena to push her breasts together, briefly mesmerizing Kara.)

Nia: (to Kara, gently smacking the back of her hand on Kara’s arms) See, I told you we’d be able to get her to do it.

Lena: (confused) Do what? I haven’t done- (looks down again and sees her chest prominently on display for everyone in the room; she chuckles and then stands up straight.) Seriously you two?

Kara: (pointing her finger at Nia without looking at her) It was her idea!

Lena: (Raises an eyebrow at Kara) You expect me to believe that when you’re still not making eye contact with me? (Kara blushes as her eyes snap back up to meet Lena’s)

Nia: (To Lena) No, it’s true. It was my idea…and I’m ten bucks richer because of it! (To Kara) I accept payment in the form of PayPal, Venmo and Noonan’s sticky buns.

Kara: (Looks down at her supersuit, which doesn’t have pockets and thus doesn’t have her phone.) Can I get you tomorrow?

Nia: Works for me. I like my sticky buns warmed up, please and thank you. (Turns to exit the room) I’m going home, I’ve got a date with Brainy in an hour. See you both tomorrow!

Kara: Bye Nia!

Lena: Have a good night!

(Kara and Lena turn their gazes back on each other.)

Lena: So you bet on me not falling for what I’m assuming was a social media trend?

Kara: (Sheepishly) A little bit.

Lena: Well…I’m sorry to disappoint but serves you right that you lost.

Kara: I wouldn’t say that. I mean…yeah I owe Nia breakfast but I refuse to consider getting to stare at your chest as anything other than a win. (Smiles widely at Lena as she approaches her, her hands holding Lena’s lower back while her girlfriend wraps her arms around Kara’s neck, smiling back at her as she touches their noses together.)

Lena: (playfully) You’re ridiculous. (She presses a quick kiss to Kara’s lips.)

Kara: You love me and you know it. (Kara’s freezes at the realization that’s the first time either of them has brought up the “L” word. Before Kara can fully panic, Lena takes a half step closer into Kara’s embrace, bringing their upper bodies into full contact and one of her hands starts to run through Kara’s hair. It helps to both calm the Kryptonian and keep her staring into the enchanting eyes of the gorgeous woman in her arms.)

Lena: It’s true. I really do love you. (The playfulness in her voice a moment ago is gone, Lena has never been more serious in her life.)

Kara: Y-you do? (Kara smiles again. Any nervousness in her voice isn’t about a doubt in Lena’s sincerity; she has none. It’s that hearing Lena Luthor say she that loves her not only reaffirms the strong feelings she’d had of her own that she’d wanted to tell her girlfriend for a while now, but that it also brings such a sheer amount of happiness to Kara that she feels like she could explode and has her briefly questioning reality that this is really happening.)

Lena: (finding it amusing that although her girlfriend is the one with super hearing, Lena’s sure she can hear Kara’s heart beating out of her chest. Tears of joy start to pool in the corner of her eyes. Seeing this causes Kara to do the same.) Yes. Always (it’s a small but loaded word, one they both recognize is an expression of how long and how strongly Lena loves Kara; past, present and future.)

Kara: Oh Lena, I love you too. I love you so much. I-

(Lena leans back against a support beam and cuts Kara off with a passionate kiss. Lena is in love with Kara. Kara is in love with Lena. Kissing the woman who so irrevocably and completely owns your heart, who has giving you theirs in kind, it can set your soul ablaze in a way that words can’t quench. So instead, Lena and Kara kiss, slowly, intimately, conveying their love for one another in a way words would fail to express. Lena is ultimately the one who pulls away first, amused when Kara’s lips try to chase her own. She smiles and teases Kara into unsuccessfully trying to kiss her once, then twice, before acquiescing to Kara’s lips once again. Lena then pulls back and looks into the eyes of her beautiful lover.)

Lena: (pure lust in her voice) Show me.

(Events from there unfold not unlike that old anecdote Lena remembers about a woman falling in love with her soulmate the way one falls asleep: slowly and then all at once. Kara deeply kisses Lena again, pulling Lena flush against her body. They remain kissing this way at a leisurely pace until things escalated. Suddenly, Kara’s tongue was teasing Lena’s lips seeking invitation, which Lena was quick to oblige. The sensation of Kara’s tongue in her mouth caused Lena to emit a low moan, before sucking on Kara’s tongue to spur the same reaction from the taller blonde. Lena’s actions caused Kara’s hands to migrate down from Lena’s back until they were firmly holding her ass and then squeezed, much to the delight of the young Luthor.

It hadn’t taken long for Kara and Lena to sleep together when they first became a couple. They actually had sex on their first date, which was only a day after Kara confessed her feelings and asked Lena out, both laughing off the idea that it was “too soon” when “five years of foreplay had to be a world record.” Since then, Lena and Kara have maintained a very healthy and active sex life. While Kara’s hands held their grip on Lena’s ass, her lips had moved to placing open mouth kisses on Lena’s neck. It was in this moment Lena vividly remembered one particular night from their first week together where Kara couldn’t help but enthusiastically leave love marks across Lena’s body. They’d arrived at Lena’s apartment following a Lena Luthor Foundation Gala and Lena barely had time to lock her door before Kara’s hands were all over her. After several passionate minutes on the couch, somehow not a single article of clothing had been shed between them, Kara whispered in her ear that she could smell Lena’s excitement, which of course made Lena’s arousal that much greater. Taking a page from her girlfriend’s book, Lena cast a quick spell to enhance her own senses, allowing her to smell Kara’s arousal beneath her super suit. Lena groaned at the scent, eager to once again taste her lover.

Lena: (Kara continuing to kiss her neck) You know, I realized recently I could use my magic and smell how excited you are too. (Lena leans to whisper in Kara’s ear) And you’re soaking wet for me right now, aren’t you baby? (Lena takes Kara’s earlobe between her teeth and bites, causing Kara to whimper, before taking her turn to kiss Kara’s neck.)

Kara: So wet for you baby. (Lena traces her tongue up from Kara’s collarbone to her jawline, before Kara pulls her into another loving kiss.) Let me fly you home and make love to you, please.

Lena: Nia left the tower right?

Kara: (confused) Yeah, why?

Lena: (separates from Kara, who whines at the loss of contact, walks towards the largest couch in the rest area, turns back to face Kara and starts unbuttoning the rest of her shirt while staring at her girlfriend) So…we’re all alone in the tower?

Kara: (catching on, deactivating the nanotechnology in her suit for it to come off) For the rest of the night.

(Kara’s own top is on the ground by the time she gets to Lena, kissing her fiercely as she picks up the shorter woman, who wrapped both her legs around Kara’s waist as Kara laid her down on the couch and got comfortable on top of her. Heels were kicked away and skirts were stripped out of in short order after that. Sitting up to discard their bras, Kara straddled Lena, grabbed the Luthor’s face to pull her in for another kiss. Lena licked her way down all of Kara’s now exposed flesh until she got to Kara’s nipple and enveloped it with her lips. Kara moaned in pleasure.)

Lena: (teasingly) You know, it’s always a win when I get to stare at your chest too.

Kara: (laughs) I love you so damn much Lena Luthor.

Lena: (smiles and laughs) I love you so damn much Kara Danvers.

And they continued to express that love throughout the night.

[rillette]

government mandated jay portrait hours 

[heartorbit]

meow meow meow 🐾

[caluupin]

Finished TGAAC around 2 1/2 weeks ago but only finished the doodles today. but still, here ya go!

[ifyoucandaniel]

hey guys, it’s ya boy, queen of never finishing anything because i hate my art and spent too much time on the sketch and ran out of motivation 😎

[ender1821]

A Pearl and Gem clip that didn’t fully make it into their episodes, taken from Pearl’s stream (I loved this part and just had to save it somewhere)

transcript below!

Gem: I’ve put the rest of the packed ice in here for now, but we can grab it here if we need it.

Pearl: Okay, sounds good.

*moment of silence*

Pearl: Did I just say “sounds good” to you putting items in a random chest?

Gem: Yep.

Pearl: What are you doing to me?

Gem: You’re welcome!

Pearl: *anguished cries*

Gem: I’m loosening you up!

Pearl: That’s not how it’s supposed to work…

Gem: Welcome to the GeminiTay Effect, where we’re unorganised and a little bit insane!

Pearl: Who invited me to this nightmare?! Oh wait, you did.

Gem: You accepted!

Pearl: Ah, gleefully so.

Pearl: I’m currently just tweaking the path shape-o!

Gem: Uh-huh.

Pearl, reading the chat: “Not random, it’s a project chest”, okay, that does make me feel better, I’ll take it.

Gem: If that’s all it takes, I can say that about every—

Pearl: No, you can’t, because it never gets organised!

Gem: *laughing*

Pearl: There’s a difference! There’s a difference—

Gem: I mean… I dunno— There’s not— it’s a fine line!

Pearl: No! No, no no. If you have things messy all season, that’s not the same. A project chest is something you make temporarily, and you organise it after you’re done with that piece. Not the entire mega-base! A piece of the mega-base.

Gem: Mhm…

Pearl: Yeah! You know I’ve got a point!

Gem: No… I dunno…

Pearl: No, no, you know. I know you know. No denying it.

Gem: I love the way you say “no”, I just wanted you to say that more.

Pearl: Oh, it’s because it sounds Australian, is that what that is— Do you want me to say “alright”?

Gem: Yeah, ‘cause it sounds Australian.

Pearl: I know you like the “alright” one.

Gem, in an Australian accent: Alright.

Pearl: Alright, mate.

Pearl: What did you say? Oh jeez…

[pandoraroid]

milo greer you are fucking hot in every universe.

and i am a sucker for that (for you, really)

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

(context for watcher/listener!sausage can be found in the “videos” tag on my blog if you want it, but this ficlet can be read without said context)

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“Y’know, of all the Hermits I was expecting to be pulling me into a dark corner tonight, I did not expect you to be first, Grian! I love the initiative!”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Grian says in a voice near a hiss. He’s got Sausage by the wrist, leading him into a small area of the upper floor of the tavern in Sanctaury that does look like it was built for the exact purpose Sausage is implying. Grian decides to ignore that as well.

“What are you doing here?” Grian’s straight to the point. He always has to be, with these Things, if he doesn’t want to get trapped in a loop of slant rhyming pleasantries.

“What do you mean?” Sausage asks, shaking his wrist out of Grian’s tight grip and leaning comfortably against the wall. “This is where I live. It’s my home. If anything, I should be asking you mysterious strangers what you’re doing here, but I’m sure you’ve heard that question enough for one day.”

“You know exactly what I mean.” Grian crosses his arms and tries his best not to look petulant, but he sure feels like it. “I thought They’d given up on trying to snatch me back, so why would They send you of all people? What’s your game?”

Sausage laughs, honest to god laughs, like he can’t believe Grian’s even asking him such a question. Grian thinks it’s a reasonable question, in this scenario, but what he thinks and what’s reasonable rarely seems to matter with these things.

“They didn’t send me,” Sausage looks him up and down in that way that makes Grian have to physically stop himself from curling inwards. This is why he never talks to Them. “Nobody sends me anywhere, they don’t tell me what to do and I like it that way! I just do my own thing. Isn’t that what you’re doing?”

“No you’re not! You’re not- you can’t be! That’s not how this works!” Grian begins to notice that he’s no longer whisper-shouting and starting to just-normal-shout and takes a deep breath, trying not to draw the attention of his friends enjoying themselves on the floor below. And, realistically, in the other dark corners Sausage seems to have built into this place.

“That’s exactly how this works. You didn’t think you were the only person who’d left, did you?”

Grian opens his mouth, closes it, and thinks. In hindsight… yeah, he had kind of assumed he’d been the only person who’d left. Not for lack of trying, probably- but They’d tried for so long to get him back, kept him closely surveilled even when They’d accepted he was gone- surely some people had caved to that pressure eventually. When there was no sign They’d ever let up, ever let you go… he could understand eventually letting it overtake you.

“Did- did you leave, too?” Grian doesn’t remember the last time he saw Sausage’s face. He didn’t know him back then, of course. He probably would’ve connected the man with the person Pearl so often spoke about sooner. But he knows it’s been a long time, maybe even longer than the last time Grian had gone There. He doesn’t think Sausage had been There, that day. This might explain why.

“Eh, not quite?”

“What-“ Grian flails, both mentally and with his arms a bit. “What do you mean not quite?”

“Exactly what I said! I was never- it’s complicated, y’know?”

“Explain. Now.”

“Well, uh,” Sausage seems to flounder for the first time since this conversation started, which Grian is choosing to take as a victory. “Look, I wasn’t- they didn’t pick me. For this, or for anything, ever. Sometimes things just happen and you get yourself into a place you shouldn’t have and then… they can’t get rid of me, I can’t get rid of them, it is what it is.”

Grian stares at him for a long moment. Really stares at him, in the same way Sausage had looked him over earlier, in the same way that makes you feel like you’re under a microscope. Judging by the sudden nerves in his eyes, Grian can assume he feels it too. Grian remembers his face. That had been the first thing he’d noticed, when the Hermits had arrived. It had been a long time since they’d seen each other, but Grian knew his face. And now that Grian was studying him, really trying to remember… he’s not sure he quite likes what memories he’s dredging up.

“What are you?”

“Grian!” Sausage’s voice drips with mock offense as he puts his hand up to partially cover his mouth. “We only just met, do you think that’s polite?”

“Answer the question,” Grian sighs. How Pearl deals with this man on the regular, he doesn’t know.

“Well, if you insist.” Sausage sighs, somehow even more exaggerated than his previous movements. “It’s just… if you’ll believe it, it’s somehow even harder to answer the first question.”

“It shouldn’t be,” Grian says. “They’re two very different People, you know.”

“But they’re the same species, when it all comes down to it. Like, you might be very different than a chicken, but you’re both birds in the long run.”

Grian pauses, fanning his wings out a bit behind him as he considers. “I don’t think that metaphor’s quite landing the way you want it to.”

“No, me neither. Anyways, let me continue.

When they don’t pick you, things go a little differently! You don’t get sorted onto one side or the other since, well, you’re not really supposed to be there? So I’m… whatever I want to be, really. I think I’m feeling like more of a Listener, today, but we’ll see how the mood shifts.”

Grian flinches at the Name, on instinct. He doesn’t know how to feel about that, so he files it away to be dealt with at a later date. As for the rest of what Sausage said-

“What?”

“You heard me.” Sausage shrugs. He’s so nonchalant, Grian thinks he might strangle him, if not for the worry that that’s exactly what he wants out of this, somehow.

“Did I? Did I hear you?” Grian wants to pace, but that requires leaving the security of the corner, so he forces his feet to root themselves to the floor. “I thought- I thought you had to- if you wanted to change sides, I thought you had to-“

Grian closes one eye and takes his thumb to it, twisting the finger into his eyelid. The gesture seems to get the point across.

“Well, that’s the funny thing about this, actually.” From the way he’s been talking, Grian assumed Sausage thought this whole thing was funny. He restrains himself from saying that out loud if only so Sausage will finish his explanation.

Sausage reaches up to his left eye, pulls his eye lid back a bit, and unceremoniously pops out his prosthetic eye.

“All these processes and rituals actually have a lot of loopholes.”

Grian doesn’t know what face he’s making, but it’s enough to make Sausage giggle while he pops the eye back in. Because of course he does. Because this how his day is going, apparently. Walk through a weird portal in his basement and wake up in a world filled with his friends who don’t recognize him and also a guy he only ever saw There, who he was never supposed to see again. Sure. Of course he’s laughing about it. Grian thinks if he was a slightly different person, he’d be laughing too. It is, undeniably, absurd.

“Well, I think we’re done here then!” Grian would probably object if he weren’t so shocked about the loopholes. As it is, he just stands there a bit stupidly.

Sausage turns away to return to the party before turn around again for just a moment, reaching over, and ruffling Grian’s hair. That shocks him enough to shake him out of his stupor and swat Sausage’s hand away, though not before his hair is suitably messed up.

“What was that for?!”

Sausage smiles as he reaches up to rough up his own hair as well. “I assumed you didn’t want your friends asking questions about why you were dragging me into a dark corner, you know?” Sausage even goes far enough to pull his shirt a bit out of where it’s tucked into his pants, because of course he does. Grian tries not to cringe, but Sausage is right about this one thing. It is the easiest way to dodge any questions about where he’d gone off to- at the expense of the many knowing looks and teasing remarks he’ll be getting from the other Hermits instead.

“Have a good night, Grian!” Sausage calls over his shoulder as he turns to leave for real this time. “And remember, drinks are on me for all you guests tonight! You look like you need it.”

[ghost-in-the-corner]

No one is allowed to talk to me about computers until January

[magicaldreamfox1]

for @trueplainhearts and @lu-sn 💞