#INBOX. by your side!

[askrena]

[ CARVING ] With the spring harvest comes an abundance of turnips. So many that merchants have brought them to Garreg Mach by the bushel to sell them for Midsommar. Once believed to ward demons and other monsters away if one carved a face into them, the turnip carving tradition is now little more than a fun activity for children to do with their parents.

Roy was attempting to carve the silhouette of a dragon into the turnip, and he had to admit it was coming along rather well. He carefully chipped at the webbed outline of wings, concentrating hard. He looked up to see Sharena next to him.

"Oh, Sharena! What are you going to carve?"

midsommar 2022

         THE KNIFE CUTS THROUGH THE ROOT with care, each kiss of the blade against the vegetable pressed with caution. The shape is slow to take form under her careful guidance, but with time and persistent, loving effort, its true self is revealed. Sharena hums as she cleaves away the final pieces, satisfied with her work. She turns to Roy, thus, and holds it in her palm for him to see.

         "Oh, I was making a cow. Look!"

         And there it rests, sitting atop the center of her open hand; a small, chunky creature of bovine origin. Its hooves are tucked beneath its body as it sleeps, its carved-out eyes heavy with rest. Sharena strokes its back with her finger, laughing quietly to herself.

         "I think it looks pretty good. A bit clunky, but cute!"

         She peers over to look at Roy's own work, gasping at the detail. His seemed to be a far more faithful recreation to what he envisioned, though far more taxing than hers, what with how he seemed so absorbed in his task.

         "Hey, you're doing great!" Sharena chirps, before looking down at her lumpy-in-comparison cow, "Maybe I should add more polish to mine…"

[soracities]

traveling to see a long distance lover in a few months and we're both about 5'4.. its symmetry of the heart! its completing a matching set after 20 years! its fitting over each other like milkcrates! its our shadows lining up! its picking same-sized clothes to exchange so we can still hold each other after i go! im in love and its my scariest secret! i am in love!!!!!

anon this is..........i am..............oh my godddd 😭

[skeletoninthemelonland]

Any art tips?

idk about y'all but there's one way to be happy and improve your art at the same time and it's by letting your favorite piece of media consume you entirely. which leads you to make hundreds of drawings. thousands even. isn't it great? let the obsession grow within u. let it become part of ur personality. let it wake u up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. let him speak to you. let his voice guide you. let him in. let h

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 86

do any of yall ever have like. an Evil infodump? where instead of endlessly word vomiting about a thing you love and are very informed about, there is a thing you are equally well-informed about but hate with a passion that you cannot hold back in conversation?

i do :')

(I'll put it under the cut for the curious because I think it's important and i cannot be stopped but also i'm not kidding the facts are infuriating)

SO. "Homeopathic" is often interpreted as sort of a vague synonym for "natural," or "organic," but it's actually related to a system of alternative medicine that means something Very Specific.

There are two main principles behind the practice of Homeopathy.

"Like cures like." This is the idea that, for example, if you have a headache, taking a veeeery small amount of a substance that is known to CAUSE headaches will cure that symptom. I understand where people fall into this flawed idea, as it sounds very similar to the principles behind, say, vaccines, or antivenom. But it isn't universally applicable in this way. An herb isn't a virus. But even if it was, a Homeopathic preparation of that herb would not have any effect on the body because of the second principle.

"Water has memory." This is the idea that water is able to "remember" any substance that it has had contact with. This is also not true. Molecules don't really have any way to store information like that, and even if they did, well... What would that information do inside our bodies? Would our cells have any way to interpret and process that information? What would they do with it? It's all rather nebulous and it seems like more of a spiritual claim than a scientific one. Which is fine, but is not medicine.

So, with these principles in mind, the process of creating a "Homeopathic Preparation of [insert substance here]" goes a little something like this: You take a dropper and put one drop of your active substance in a container with a hundred drops of water. You then take a drop of that mixture, and put it in another container with another hundred drops of water. You continue this dilution process until there is, quite literally, a near-zero percent chance that your mixture contains even a single molecule of your original active substance (depending on the level of dilution believed to be best for the substance in question. Typically, a higher dilution is considered more potent.) So it is, by this point, literally just a vial of water.

This vial of water is what is then sold as a "Homeopathic preparation of [substance]." OR that water is used to compound a batch of sugar pills, or gel capsules, or tablets, whatever format is being offered. Regardless, the composition of the tincture is literally just water and ~*vibes*~.

And they sell these vials of expensive vibe water! At!!!

THE PHARMACY!!! WITH LIKE THE IBUPROFEN AND ALL THE OTHER REAL MEDICINES!!! AND NO BIG WARNING LABELS THAT SAY, "THIS CONTAINS NO ACTIVE INGREDIENTS AND IS BASED ON VIBES ALONE," OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT!!

In fact! In the US they are able to advertise that they have been FDA approved! (FDA approval of dietary supplements is not the same as FDA approval of actual medications. In the context of supplements, approval just means they've proved it won't just kill you straight up, and thus you're allowed to sell it.) And, well. It certainly won't kill you! In fact they often also advertise things like, "It's natural!" and "No harmful side effects!" and "No risk of overdose!" and it's all technically true! BECAUSE IT'S JUST WATER! LIKE I CAN'T STRESS ENOUGH HOW IT'S LITERALLY JUST WATER!!!

Anyway. Please keep this in mind the next time you are offered a homeopathic remedy, or see one advertised in the store, or hear your antivaxxer auntie bragging about the fact that her kids all got a "homeopathic" alternative to their MMR shots.

IT'S! JUST! VIBE WATER!!!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Worry not for the Nameless Red Disciple, they just went down to the river to chill with the river turtles!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

I fixed the popstar machine/j (the lesbians <3)

YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YI-

[the-broken-pen]

A sapphic detective who gets too close to the truth of a case and gets confronted by her girlfriend for being too obsessed?

“You need to stop.”

The detective didn’t jerk up at the sound of her voice—just quietly stirred, rustling papers as she shifted upright to meet her eyes.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” the detective said slowly, eyes scanning over her. She watched her gaze catch on the water dripping from the ends of her hair, the mascara smudging itself down her cheeks.

“It’s date night,” she said, and even to her own ears her voice sounded tired. Dead. Rotting roses and dirty dishes in the sink.

The detective blinked once, then shifted through her papers until she found a scribbled in calendar. It was stuck on the wrong month.

“I forgot,” the detective murmured. It wasn’t an apology, and neither of them were pretending that it was. She could tell, even now, with her girlfriend pathetic and dripping water onto the hardwood floor in front of her, that the detective wanted nothing more than to go back to her evidence.

“Yeah,” she croaked. “Funny how it’s never the case you forget.”

The detective jerked, slightly, like she hadn’t expected the barbs in her girlfriend’s voice.

In the hallway, there was a drooping bouquet of flowers she hadn’t been able to bear bringing into the apartment.

“You know how important this is,” the detective implored, and it made her want to break things. Burn the papers, shatter the fancy glasses in the cabinet, spill wine across the carpets.

What about me, she wanted to scream. Am I not important to you anymore?

Instead, she said again, “You need to stop.”

“Stop?”

“The case. You need to stop.”

“I can’t just stop,” the detective laughed slightly, as if she thought it would convey how inconceivable the idea of stopping was.

“Yes, you can. Give it to someone else. There’s a whole precinct just waiting for you to put this file into their hands.”

At the thought of it, the thought of giving up this case, the hunt, the chase, pain flashed across the detective’s face.

“You don’t understand.”

“I do,” she replied. She had to shift her gaze to the dead plant on the corner of her partner’s desk, dirt dry and leaves brittle. “How could I not?”

“So then how could you ask me to do that? To give it all up? Why now?”

She had so many answers to that. So many moments that cut into her hands like a mosaic of memories. The bed empty beside her through the entire night. Cancelled reservations, one seat alone at the dinner table, laughs that died in her ribs. Friends, well meaning, who asked where the detective was, and the painful smiles she forced through the explanations. Work, and work, and work. Crime scene photos on the coffee table. The loneliness that seemed to care about her more than her girlfriend did.

There were so many times when she almost said something. Almost said enough. But she hadn’t, and now they were here, as she dripped a puddle onto the floor, and the detective looked at her like she had never seen her before.

When she tried to say that, any of that, it caught in her throat.

The detective took her silence for an inability to answer. A lack of evidence. Like she was throwing this tantrum for no reason, a little kid in the toy aisle of the store.

The detective sighed, rubbing a hand over her forehead. The other was already fanning through the papers once more. Her voice turned into something that begged to be understood.

“I’m so close—“

“To losing me.” She swallowed, painfully. “You’re losing me.”

“That’s not fair.”

“This isn’t fair,” her voice broke as she gestured between the two of them. “What you’re doing to me isn’t fair.”

“I’m not doing anything—“

“Exactly.” It was louder than she meant it to be. They both flinched.

“I’ll have it solved in a week, I promise.” She wasn’t sure who the detective was promising to.

“No.”

The detective blinked.

“No?”

“You heard me the first time.”

“I heard you, but I’m not sure what you’re saying ‘no’ to.”

If she had the energy to be slightly meaner, she would have told her to figure it out. Told her that she was a detective, this should be easy for her.

“I’m not giving you a week.” She took a deep breath. “And you’re not going to solve it.”

The detective’s looked at her like she didn’t recognize the person on the other side of the desk.

Finally, she understood what it felt like to face her girlfriend from the other side of an interrogation table.

Her girlfriend’s face was cold, and closed off. Her jaw was grinding into itself. She was staring at her like she couldn’t decide whether or not to consider her a suspect. As if the only reason she could fathom her girlfriend saying something like that was if she was actively sabotaging her.

She was cold, and her coat was wet, and this place no longer felt like home.

“You won’t solve this case.”

She was pretty sure there wasn’t anything crueler she could have said.

“You don’t know anything.” It was dripping with venom, and fear, and frustration. The fear the detective really wouldn’t solve it. The frustration that it still wasn’t solved.

“Do you really think you’re that special?” By now, it was too far gone for her to stop. There was no pretty way out of this. “You aren’t. This isn’t a TV show. You aren’t the main character who swoops in where no one else has before. It’s been decades of the same bullshit—taunting and evidence trails, and nobody has solved it. Don’t you think if it was solvable, it would have been by now?”

“There’s new evidence, and I’m not them—“

“What part of ‘you aren’t special’ don’t you understand,” she hissed, and the detective shifted away from her. “You aren’t the miracle detective who solves this. They’re going to keep on killing, and driving the people who try and find them crazy, and you’re letting them do it to you.”

“I’m not letting them do anything.”

“But you are,” she countered. “You have been for months. They’re messing with you. They’re everything to you, and you’re a game to them, and I’m nothing on the sidelines.”

“Babe, that’s not true,” The detective tried, voice softening. As if she had just realized something between them was wrong. That her girlfriend was hurting—had been, for a while.

She swallowed the tears rising in her throat.

“Do I need to become a crime scene for you to finally care about me again?” She slammed her hand down on the papers. Pretended the wince on the detectives face was concern for her, and not the papers she crumpled. “Will you look at me, love me again, if I’m a bloody photograph in this folder?”

“I do love you.”

“When someone loves someone else, they don’t leave them alone in the rain, waiting to be picked up. They don’t cancel to go dig through old archives on their loved one’s birthday. They don’t leave them in the middle of the night and let the blankets beside them get cold. People who love someone don’t live their life without a concern for the person they’re putting below everything else.”

“You’re making this really hard.”

“Good,” she snapped. “Because you’ve been making it hard to love you for months, and I’m glad you finally know how it feels.”

The detective paused, at that. Swallowed, eyes flitting around the room as if she would find the perfect thing to say in the remnants of the life they had built together.

“I love you,” The detective managed. Somehow, it was the worst thing she could have said.

“Good. Prove it.” She thought maybe dying would have hurt less than this.

“Prove it?”

“Prove it. Me, or the case.”

The detective froze.

“You don’t mean that,” she said, and it sounded like a plea. Don’t make me choose.

“Look at me and try and tell me I’m joking.” When the detective said nothing, she pushed further. “Go on. Do it. Choose.”

“I can’t do that—“ the detective choked. “This isn’t fair, you know that. I’m so close.”

Somehow, she had expected it to hurt less.

“Don’t make me choose,” the detective, her girlfriend, the love of her life finally said, voice breaking.

She had thought it would feel like dying.

It felt like nothing.

“You just did,” she said. The tears refused to be held, this time. The pain ran rampant through every word.

She knew her girlfriend could hear it.

“I love you,” the detective whispered. A final, desperate prayer for her to stay. But she was no god, and her girlfriend was no believer. And it would never be enough.

She let the door slam on the way out.

The detective never did solve that case.

[valdotpng]

[llondonfog]

YOU

YOU GET IT

i don't mean to ramble but i am so emotional!! about them!! how much lilia truly loved him at first sight that it manifested beyond a simple blessing to physically alter his appearance!!

i'm just consumed at the thought that lilia's love overcame the knight of dawn's raging genetics and punted them out of the way to ensure that while silver may never carry fangs nor pointed ears, he will never doubt his father's love for him when he looks in a mirror from now on and sees the blessing of the night, of moonlight, woven into his very hair.

the knowledge that silver is love made visible— the love of his parents to care for and protect their child from a world of war and suffering; the love of his father, a true love so powerful to leave an indelible mark on both their hearts so much so that we're traversing what should be the greatest agonies of lilia's life.... only to realize that they were all necessary, that he accepts them even, if it meant finding his greatest joy imaginable, that he would relive them all to cherish the memory of finding silver; the love of one of the greatest mages to have lived, the fae prince himself, who sought to halt time to stop the tears of the human closest to his heart; the love of his childhood friend, who would have stopped at nothing to save him and whose happiest dream was not complete without silver's presence.

he's the glue of this silly little family, the symbol that unconditional true love can come from your greatest enemies and be the mercy you need to finally welcome peace into your heart.

yana toboso what the genuine fuck have you done to me

[nightwonder7]

I loovve your idv art/comics and how you characterize everyone its so silly and fun !! i love the fools gold series especially! i know you mentioned the concern of milking the joke once but i think its a really fun concept and i get super hyped when i see wips for another theyre all really good

HHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh thank you so much!! o/////////o 💖💖💖 That's so sweet of you! ;//0//; It honestly means a lot to hear you enjoy my art and comics! ;u;

The series has been a lot of fun for me to make, and I'm just happy to see others enjoy it as well! I understand that sometimes there can be too much of a good thing, which is why I was worried the same joke was overstaying, albeit in slightly different flavours. But ideas just kept coming to me, I guess fhsdjfgds

Something about Norton having to adjust to his new found role was a concept I came to like a lot and saw a lot of comedy potential in. I believe this is the first identity switch I've been around for since I joined the fandom, and it was for none other than my favourite character! Man, I had such a massive brain rot when Fool's Gold first got announced XD (I don't think I'm even over it yet fdsgfsgfdh). Anyway, I'm relieved to hear that this kind of content hasn't grown stale yet 😅 I'll keep making them as long as I have fun with it =u=

I still have more ideas with Norton's misadventures as a hunter that I want to get to eventually! People have also been pitching in some other ideas as well; namely regarding Luchino and Joker adjusting as survivors, which I have something in store for. Not as extensive as Norton's, mind you, but I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless ^^; Right now I want to get some other stuff done that I've been putting off to ease my conscience a tiny bit gfjsdjdsfdj

[theinfinitedivides]

What did Park Ho San say? 😢

mentioned it partially in the tags of my post but i'll post it here with a full translation of the original (native speakers, pls come and tell me if i f*cked anything up, i worked this out with the dictionary, Papago, and gallons worth of tears while crawling through every article i could find):

'i don't believe it, i don't want to believe it, but it wasn't until i received the obituary notice that i did. to me, you were more like Dong Hoon [Lee Sun Kyun's character in My Mister] than Sun Kyun. Sun Kyun-ah, Dong Hoon-ah, my little brother, no matter what you did i really believed in you. how painful must it have been? how hard it must have been... i have to go to the hall [literally 식장에 or 'ceremonial hall' - can be used to refer to a wedding hall, but here it's used for where his memorial/funeral services are being held], but it's a little scary. i'm going to go anyway. even if i can't tell you anything later, i'll carry these words with me: i and all of us who know you really, really believe in you.

since you're lying down, now, take it easy and be at peace. stretch out your legs. forget all your heartache, let it fly away and sleep comfortably. rest well, my warm little brother. ♥️'

[do-you-like-this-pjsk-ship]

not a ship request or propaganda so you’re free to just delete this from your inbox hhghvg but im curious

has running this poll introduced you to some rarepairs you’ve ended up liking? just wondering, bc i’d imagine having your notifs and inbox filled with them makes you go “huh”

regardless, keep up the good work and take care!! :D

to be honest, i'm the type of person to pick two random characters out of a hat and see if their dynamic sticks to me so i've considered basically every possible ship in the game, but seeing people talk about ships i had previously looked past is a lot of fun! minomafu was a lot of fun because you and everyone else who ships it love it so much, and in the opposite direction, enatoya has been really funny because most people seem not to ship it but draw out a lot of it's comedic potential! sorry if that wasn't really the answer you were looking for, haha

thanks for the question and you keep up the good work as well!

[likemosaic]

also sometimes i am just too tired to reply to threads for a bit (like right now) and all i can do are one off things and small stuff...so i love to send random asks for silly improv scenarios of our muses, or reply to random ones you send my way. even if we've never interacted, or if we have threads going, i think it's a good little appetizer in between threads? BUT i never want to bother people, so. if it's not already in your rules that you don't like random asks, then please feel free to let me know and i wont do it!!

[kenny-the-blink]

This fic is taking over my brain

Written by the amazing @the-neighbors-kid

[theflyindutchwoman]

You know what I want?

A parallel to when the scores for the sergeant exam came out with Lucy and the detective exam.

Tim being all excited and she’s nervous but he’s like nah you totally aced that shit

That’s what I want.

Oh my God! YES! I WANT THAT TOO! Especially since last we heard, it was implied that Lucy's promotion might be in jeopardy. So I really hope we get to see Tim being all supportive and excited, like she was for him when they were waiting for his score. Or even the way he was acting when he found out she got the tap - I love this little scene in her apartment so much. Actually, scratch that : I love these two scenes so much. Lucy's enthusiasm in Grey's office was so cute : she was so proud and glowing. Before she had to rein it in a bit. Can you imagine if Grey is the one who gives her the good news, with Tim around?!

And you know what else I want? A parallel to the baby boots prank once she gets promoted! It doesn't have to be exactly the same prank (it's technically her thing), but something similar. He used to have a Tshirt guy back in the day, so who knows?! The man can be creative when it comes to these kinds of things. Gimme all the parallels, pretty please! Including the ''we are gonna celebrate you" part, thank you.

[messrsbyler]

when fans create fandom content that harms no one and that in fact opens the door to talk about queer topics that are treated as taboo by society and still there's people who find it uNcOmFoRtAbLe will go out of their way to police it instead of just ignoring it and not engaging