#and i'm super attached to it

[aparticularbandit]

3, 17, 19 please!

DEEP FIC WRITER ASKS

3) what fic are you emotionally attached to?

Luisa and the Fox. ...I feel this one might be expected at this point, so I went through and looked at all my other fic and like. Of them all, this is still the one to which I'm the most emotionally attached. >.>;;

17) What’s the best engagement/interaction/feedback you’ve received from someone who’s read your work?

I was actually afraid of getting this question because like. How do you quantify best engagement/interaction/feedback? SO OBVIOUSLY ALL OF YOUR COMMENTS I NEED YOU TO KNOW. FIRST OFF. But actually, I honestly think it is less the comments/etc. than it is, like, getting to know other writers in the different communities and making friends? Which is...the interaction bit? So becoming friends with you and Belle and Cait through Roisa stuff (or Skylar through Agatha stuff) - and like getting to pop into people's DMs or discord or whatever and just rant and ramble about ships AND CAUSE EACH OTHER PAIN is. the best interaction I get from people who have read my stuff. ^^

19) If you could write an ideal fic, what would it include?

Pain, obviously. ;) No, it would - I've reblogged a thing about narrative distance recently, I think - yeah, this post - and my ideal fic would play with the concept of narrator as distinct from character POV so that you've got the narrator who's telling the story to you who can occasionally comment on things or speak directly to you, the reader, without it feeling weird, in a comforting sort of way. But also the ideal fic would employ second person (kind of like in What Dreams May Come with Viola or in Finding Family with Agatha (when she was stuck in Agnes)), which I'm not sure is compatible with that sort of narrative voice.... It would probably include some super in-depth world-building but not, like, Tolkein world-building, but taking our world and making one difference and then extrapolating from there (like with the soulmate timer stuff). It would be queer, but not necessarily lesbians queer (although there would probably be wlw stuff in it, tbh). A lot of angst. A snarky anti-villain turned anti-hero. A woobie destroyer of worlds. Someone who has turned evil because of tragic past reasons. One character could potentially be ALL OF THE ABOVE. Like I have a character type and I acknowledge this. But also you're gonna have the mom friend. Not the happy perky sunspot but the, like. LET ME USE MADOKA AS AN EXAMPLE. THERE WOULD BE A MAMI, THERE WOULD BE A KYOKO, AND THERE WOULD BE A HOMURA. :D ...okay, in ouat terms. There would be a Mary-Margaret Blanchard (but not necessarily Snow; I will maintain they are separate characters and I like MMB better) and there would be a Regina. ...uh, that's missing a character. There would be a Dottie Underwood. She's the closest to a Kyoko parallel. xD Lots of discussions of mental illness. ...potentially different versions of the same character - whether that's multiverse or time travel or clones or etc. (Or it would be a fairytale. Actually, the ideal fic would be a fairytale.) ...I'm gonna stop there. XD

[inkskinned]

today i love the red metal crane in her long neck arching her body over the boston skyline, which means i am okay for a moment. when i am unwell, everything is a little ugly. i always tell myself look for the beauty but when it is bad, i will look at birds and sunsets and little ducklings and feel absolutely nothing.

when my brother got his puppy, i was in a deep depression. what kind of monster isn't affected by a puppy. i was gentle and kind to her - i just didn't have an emotional reaction. she's five now and i feel like i spend all of our interactions apologizing to her - i don't know why. i just didn't feel anything. how embarrassing. i feel like if i admit that, i'll seem cruel and jaded. it comes in waves. like, two months ago when i went out into the world - it was like that. life behind a pane of stormglass. a firework could go off over your head - nothing. like dead skin, no reaction. not to ice cream or rainbows or baby chickens. life foggy and uninteresting.

i love goslings again. i love their little webbed feet splayed over grass. i love good food and live music and long walks. i like puppies. i feel like some kind of my soul has been starved - i keep staring at everything with wide eyes, trying to burrow the sensation into my stomach. it's real. beauty is real. when it's bad again, remember this. i stop and smell the flowers, feeling cliche in the moment. i like the white-to-red ombre of my neighbor's roses. i like colorcoding and yoga and cold drinks. i try to pass my hands over every moment, feeling like i'm squeezing joy out of every instant. remember this. for the love of god, it's real - just remember this.

[dappermouth]

I'm not sure if it's intentional, are you aware images posted on your blog are full screen width? it takes a while to scroll them and you have to click on them in order to be able to see the full artwork (I have a really big monitor). Not that I don't like seeing your art up close though!

oh yeahhh tumblr made some changes a while ago which totally broke my desktop blog theme in several ways. It's not on purpose! I need to find a new one but I love this ancient theme sooo much. If anyone out there knows a lookalike/similar theme or knows how I might fix it I would love you for all time

[palskippah]

MARIO IF HE WAS COOLER

[thebramblewood]

Helena: *threateningly bares fangs* I promise, I'm usually really nice! *almost sucks you dry* Apologies! *dumps your nearly lifeless body in the ditch* Have a great day!

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Shout out to @birdietrait, @gunthermunch, and @dreamlandiasims for doing some really cool flashlight scenes recently that inspired me! And extra special thanks to @xldkx for helping me give Helena dainty little fangs since she's not quite ready for a fully sharpened mouth.

Helena, thinking: You have to do this. It's the only way you'll feel better. Just get it over with. Thirty seconds, a minute. That's it. Then it'll be done and you can go back home.

Park Ranger: Hey! Who's out here? The park is closed. No loitering after hours. [under breath] Stupid pot-smoking kids. Don't they know I can sniff them out from a mile away?

Show yourself! You're trespassing on federal property!

Helena, thinking: Shitshitshitshitshit! If you're going to do it, you have to do it now!

[BEAST MODE ACTIVATED]

Park Ranger: Who the- What the- [screams]

Helena: [whispering] I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm not going to kill you. It'll be over soon.

Park Ranger: [gasping] What... are... you?

[jesncin]

Does J'onn's beloved bartender have any relatives in Gotham that make family dinners incredibly, incredibly awkward... or is the last name just an unfortunate coincidence?

I'm pretty sure both martians would have that same doubt, but while J'onn tries to avoid the subject in order for it not to get weird, Ma'al doesn't hesitate

Jonathan Crane and Al Crane are distant cousins! Jonathan is a child of an affair, and was raised by his grandmother on his mom's side. He went by his maiden name "Keeny" until college where he switched his surname to "Crane". While they both grew up in Georgia, Al and Jonathan didn't get to actually meet each other until they both studied in Gotham College as roommates. People give them weird looks because they don't look related.

They get along! Al is one of the few family members Jonathan tolerates. Al eventually moves to Denver to be a bartender while Jonathan becomes a psychology professor in Gotham. They stay in touch. Al doesn't know anything about the Scarecrow stuff.

Ma'al jumped to an entirely different conclusion about their relationship.

[lunarharp]

shirahama-sensei reminded me she has a thing for the teacher from pokemon s/v so i randomly went off on an au where qifrey is the professor. etc

[stardestroyer81]

So, how about the Thousand Year Door remaster going by the game's Japanese translation, thereby confirming Vivian is canonically a trans woman?

This was such an exciting revelation to me personally that I decided to draw fanart of Vivian repping her trans pride... alongside a certain Koopa I haven't drawn in a little while! 💙🏳️‍⚧️💜

[iintervallum]

and i kiss her again

edit: the finished version is here!

[pianokantzart]

Speaking of the mysterious Destiny Del Vecchio from high school, what are your thoughts on the theory that she could be the movieverse’s Princess Daisy?

Funny you should mention that...

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Luigi followed the princess down the pier, hands clasped nervously in front of him as he tried to keep a respectful distance. He was unsure what to say, where to begin. He knew if he and Destiny ever came across each other again things would be a little different… …but not this different. “Destiny, I-”

“Ah ah ah! It’s Daisy now!” the princess corrected, still carrying a tiny hint of that thick Brooklyn accent.

“... Daisy,” Luigi corrected himself. “I’m so sorry I didn’t recognize you back there, I-” “Hey! It’s been seven years, hasn’t it?” Daisy assured, arms spread wide in a friendly gesture, “Besides, I’ll bet this is the last place you expected to run into an old classmate, eh?”

“No kidding.” Luigi rubbed the back of his neck. “But it’s not just that… it’s... well, if you’d told me back then that you were going to grow your hair out, wear dresses, and change your name back to ‘Daisy,’ I’d have thought you were teasing me.” Luigi hoped she didn’t take offense in the observation. She didn’t. Daisy let out a laugh; that loud, hearty, genuine laugh that Luigi so greatly admired. “‘You disappointed?” “No no no! Just surprised! You look good!... you look really good.” Luigi emphasized his admiration in almost a whisper, reexamining his old crush in the flattering golden light of sunset that made her flowery dress and thick auburn hair shimmer like the ocean waves behind her. “I’m just wondering why.”

“C’mon Luigi, I’m no psychologist! I just like what I like when I like it, y’know?” Luigi suspected there was more to it than that. He allowed a silence to rest between them, giving Daisy time to ruminate before she, inevitably, kept talking. “I dunno, back in our world I felt like I had to carve away every girly part of me to get any sort of respect. I guess I worried so much about not being stereotyped that I wasn’t ever truly myself, y’know?”

Luigi nodded. He suspected as much. He understood the feeling of being perceived as something lesser the instant he showed any hint of being soft and feminine. They somewhat understood each other in that sense... it was part of how Luigi recognized her strong love for flowers, despite her efforts to bury it beneath black leather, metal spikes and loose fitting flannel. Back then, he had taken up a habit of handing her little bunches of sill-grown asters (in secret, of course, so as not to ruin her image.) When his little porch garden wasn’t in bloom, it was home made treats instead... muffins, cupcakes, and cookies, wrapped in cellophane or parchment paper. Daisy's sweet tooth was something she couldn’t keep secret if she wanted to, so she attempted to put a punk rock spin on it– holding lollipops in her teeth like cigarettes and sticking chewed gum to the lockers of anyone she didn’t like. Baked goods she ate with an aggressiveness that was almost comical, baring her teeth and biting down hard, like there was some sort of inherent, mockable "softness" in the simple act of eating a muffin. She never told Luigi “thank you” for these gifts, but always plucked them eagerly from his hand whenever they were offered. She was the type who would say it if she didn’t want something, loud and proud, so Luigi was fairly confident that his efforts were appreciated. In return, on the rare occasions Mario wasn’t by his side, Destiny Del Vecchio was there, feeding him compliments and threatening anyone who looked at him wrong with a swift trip to the emergency room. Luigi kicked his feet as he reminisced, a small blush spreading across his face. “You seem to be really happy here.”

“Mmmhm,” Daisy assented with a nod. Before anything else could be said, she doubled back and took Luigi by the arm, hurriedly ushering him in another direction. “C’mon!” She cheered, “There’s a great patisserie near the docks! You can show them how to make a proper Italian cream cake, I’ve been craving those bad boys since the day I got here!” 

Luigi couldn’t help the large smile that crept across his face. So she did like them! She never said so before... Luigi straightened his cap with his free hand as he hurried to keep up with the excited princess. “Yes, your highness!” he said in a teasing tone, earning him a lighthearted nudge from his old friend.

“Ooh, none of that you big goofball!” she chided with an equally lighthearted giggle. “To you, it’s just Daisy.”

[tiny-chubby-bird]

So like a normal person I got kind of curious and looked at the names of the petrified drow so I could try looking for possible name meanings, but I'm no drow expert. I could only look at the Drow Names site and hope for any similarities. These are my best guesses:

Dhourn (Dhaun: infested, plague. Houn: magic, trail, way)

Izwae (izz: hidden, mask, masked. Wae: heir, inheritor, princess)

Moy (May: beautiful, beauty, silver. Mol: blue, storm, thunder, wind. oj: aura, cloak, hide, skin)

Arcagh (word arc: curve, bow. Akor/Alak: beloved, best, first. agh: breaker, destruction, end, omega)

Tecothy (like Timothy? Teb: blade, sharp, sword)

Artimezt (Inspired by Artemis maybe? zt: finder, hunter)

Important to note that some of the similar words/names I found and used here are the feminine versions, and I remember seeing a detailed post somewhere in which someone took Kar'niss' name and tried to translate it, in which they also mentioned what it means if a male drow uses a feminine name version, but I forgot...

[chalkanthit]

Forgot to post him, but it's my problematic fav!

[narzissenkreuz-ordo]

ah. im gonna leave this link here talking abt aventurine's real life 'inspirations' (link is to the leaks sub on reddit but the comment itself is just abt aventurine's background & its connotations from the 2.0 quest only)

of course this isnt something im overly educated about but its really disappointing and upsetting hyv went with this kind of portrayal when their storytelling isn't suited to be exploring real life cultural commentary with their characters & world building

[ragsy]

my large pile of tabletop guys (top row: arjibi, carex, maggie. bottom row: sir dillion, uncle kenny)

[doodleodds]

royalty & fairy tale au’s are meant to be mixed and u can’t change my mind

Late shuake week 2022 day 3 - Royalty AU

[front-facing-pokemon]