#feb challenge

[somecunttookmyurl]

there was a fire in the building that houses my studio on new year's eve. i'll probably elaborate on that more at some point idk but tldr

it wasn't a big fire, nobody lost any stuff, nobody was hurt. the electrical mains gave up the ghost (likely due to an ongoing leak the landlord wouldn't fix)

but because the landlords have already wanted us out for ages so they can "redevelop" (read: tear down a slightly run-down building from around 1900) the place into Yet More Soulless Shiny Flats Nobody Around Here Can Afford they decided the damage is uneconomical to repair, refused our offer to contribute to repair costs, and are kicking us all out

because there was an "accident" causing "irreparable damage" they're exempt from the usual 3-month waiting period and everyone has to vacate by Feb 1

this is a community space occupied by artists and musicians so now there are a couple dozen broke-ass bitches who have to relocate short notice. the landlord, spectrum properties, is refusing to extend the time any further

so! there will shortly be some form of gofundme type situation to raise money for the costs of doing that (like storage units if we can't find another studio space), and also to tide over any artists who relied on that space for income since they've not had anywhere to work for a couple of weeks and probably won't for several more

i'll reblog this with the link when that's up and running but uh. yeah. that's a thing. which is happening.

[messydoodlesyt]

smg34 for the next valentines ship ^w^

Valentines Day SMG4 Ship Challenge Thing #6

Dang an SMG4 ship that actually features SMG4, who would’ve seen that coming (literally the next ship on the list has SMG4 too idk what I’m trying to get at here)

Anyways SMG34!!!

Literally my favorite ship, yet they took the longest to figure out something for. Literally there are ships I either don’t ship or haven’t seen ever that I had way more ideas for how does that work 😭

Anyways still taking requests here until Valentines Day! I believe as of right now I got 7-8 more ships to do so those who are still waiting on theirs don’t you fret it will be coming! Eventually-

[orbitsuns]

[hauxicrook]

Cuz first attempt literally went like this 🤣

I had the core logic in mind, but I referred to the solution to address runtime issues. Interestingly, the solution followed a similar approach to mine but incorporated some changes that avoided those runtime errors. I applied those changes, and it worked perfectly!

[jugheadjones]

BUGHEAD APPRECIATION WEEK 2024 ↪︎ Day 2: Betty appreciation 🔹 Meme Queen Edition @lgbtqcreators creator bingo: [color]

[inonna]

Designing an OC every day for a month • Feb 12th

Saw Varesa's design, disliked it, thought "y'know what... let me just... take some of this." So.

Her name's Minodora 'cause it sounds like Minotaur and I thought it was funny :3

[teitho]

WE ARE BACK!

Thank you to all who filled out the survey! The consensus was to keep going with challenges, keep them in current format, try to increase our visibility. We’ll be looking at other hosting options but will stay at ProBoards for now as we search for alternatives. We’ll keep the lights on and see how things go! As always we welcome your feedback and commentary.

Please see our NEW CHALLENGE below:

Our challenge for February/March 2025 is Resolution.

A new year often brings thoughts of resolutions—from small ones like “I’m not going to eavesdrop while lurking in the hedges under Mr Frodo’s window “ to more significant ones like “I will not swear an Oath relegating me and my sons to the Everlasting Dark if we don’t fulfill it.”

Making a resolution is one thing, but keeping to it is another.

A resolution may be a promise that you keep to yourself. Or it may be a state of mind—being resolved or determined.

A literary resolution is the conclusion of a story—the resolving of all the conflicts between characters.

Which type of resolution will you choose for your story or art? Will it be a character keeping a promise to themselves? Or finding the determination and resolve to see a task through to its end? Perhaps you will give us an alternative or reimagining of an ending to an event or story line.

Whatever you choose, please know we are eager to see your creation!

Please send us your submission by March 31st to teitho.contest@gmail.com

Your teitho mods

Sian, Lotrfan, and Cassie

[swanmaids]

The woman arrived early one morning, with the pale and sickly dawn. The air was heavy with mists, and she moved so slowly that the scout did not notice her until she was almost upon the entrance to the cave. 

When Annael saw her, he realised first that she was heavily with child. But her face was gaunt and exhausted — there was a weariness about her that he feared rest could not assuage. 

She gave her name as Rían, and told Annael’s folk that she meant to journey to the Haudh-en-Ndengin. Her husband of only two months, and the child’s father, had failed to return to her after the disastrous battle, and not knowing his fate was unbearable. 

But both the womenfolk and the men of Annael’s people begged her to remain at least until the child was born. Neither would survive the journey in such a poor state, they said. 

Rían stayed. Perhaps she was simply too exhausted to go on. 

If she had been one of his people, Annael would have thought she was fading. As it was, he did not know what to think, or how he could help her. 

Once, he overheard one of the midwives coaxing her into speaking a little of her life before. She had been a singer, she admitted, in a voice that was sore from lack of use, and a composer of songs. But she could not sing any longer. It grieved her heart too much. 

Perhaps she could no longer sing, Annael thought, but perhaps she could still play. He bought her an old lyre, in the hopes that it might spark – something.

He heard her later, picking out a tune that he could not recognise; but its meaning reached him nonetheless. It was a mourning song, a funeral dirge  – but for whom, he did not dare to say. Her husband, perhaps, or the whole world. 

Rían’s son was born soon afterwards. If the boy was declared thankfully strong and healthy despite his mother’s suffering while bearing him, childbirth rendered Rían weaker than ever. 

Annael pleaded with her to stay. He would care for her and the child both. The road to the Mound of the Slain would bring only death, and Rían deserved life.

But the birth seemed to have solidified her resolve. She gathered the tiny bundle of things that she arrived with, and the lyre. She placed her swaddled son in Annael’s arms. 

He was to be called Tuor, she told him.

She left on another weak and frigid morning. Annael watched her small shape taking her pained and determined steps forward; until she passed beyond the horizon and he saw her no more.

[wall-eye]

HOURLY COMIC DAY IS TOMORROW. FOR THOSE OF US WHO DONT KNOW WHEN THIS GOES DOWN.

[hauxicrook]

[snowberriesromanoff]

Real Kiss: a ficlet

Pairing: Harper Row/Stephanie Brown

Prompts

Febuwhump @febuwhump : vocal chords

February Ficlet Challenge @februaryficletchallenge : "buckle up" and "survive"

Femslash February Bingo @femslash-february : "You could've died"

"Buckle up, buttercup,” Harper makes a show of adjusting the straps on Steph's parachute.

“You're ridiculous,” says Steph. 

“And you love it,” Harper blows her a kiss.

“I do,” Steph catches it between her fingers. Something about the motion makes something in her ache. “Please don't die.”

“Right back at you, baby,” Harper’s tone shifts, and for a split-second Steph wonders if they're afraid too. It makes sense - all Steph has to do is jump out of the plane; Harper has to land it. Then their normal expression is back. Steph reassures herself of one of the core truths of their relationship: Harper Row isn't afraid of anything.

Steph isn't either. It's why they work so well. “Come over here and kiss me for real.”

“I have to give us both something to look forward to.” There's an uncharacteristic seriousness in their tone.

“I'm holding you to that,” Steph swallows.

“You better,” Harper shoots her finger guns and heads for the cockpit.

Steph's delayed long enough. She jumps. The chute opens. Steering it the rest of the way down is just muscle memory after that. She's going to be just fine.

She hits the ground in time to watch Harper's descent. It isn't an easy one. The plane starts to stall out. A scream builds in Steph's throat and gets caught in her vocal chords.

Come on, Harper. You owe me a real kiss.

Then Harper gently coaxes the plane back into motion. It glides onto the makeshift runaway, jittery-but-stable. Harper scrambles out of the cockpit. They hit the ground hard. Steph cuts herself free of the chute and runs towards them, faster than she's ever run in her life.

She can hear Harper cursing under their breath as they pull themself to their feet. Steph reaches them. They have scrapes on their knees and arms and a wild look in their eyes. 

“You're alive,” Steph breathes into her partner's chest.

“So are you,” Harper says, and kisses her. They hold Steph tightly as they dust her head with more soft kisses. Steph leans into their touches. She never wants them to stop. “We both are.”

[searchingforserendipity25]

times happened when aredhel escaped the confines of eöl's dominion, moving through the briars and the moss-faced oaks, long enough to find a slant in the high canopy.

a small fault, a breach; a fir eaten through with termites, dying slowly as it slowly slouched to death.

it was enough. arien was greedy for even a glimpse - her upturned face, her mouth open hungrily, her arms raised up. only a few instants, of course, before the mists rose; but o, arien did not relent.

arien had gathered the dew of laurelin, and lived as flame beyond smothering; and in times long past had loved the white lady of the noldor many times.

she loved her still. if it was an indulgence, then she was foolish; if it was pity, she made it a gift.

aredhel had lit a great fire in her honour, there where the helcaraxe met the northern lands, loose grass and kindling and her own braids for fuel, and around it danced as once she had danced arm-in-arm with arien, in vána's gardens, and around the two trees of valinor.

she, fingolfin's daughter, had hunted a great elk, and fed its heart to the fire; she had jumped three times over the leaping flames, and laughed, and with her burned palms praised arien's flames and fires, the fire that was arien herself.

how was arien not to love her?

nan elmoth had its own will, and its own master. it pressed her out, again and again.

through black boughs and clinging shadows, she had pressed on. in the dark; in a place shrouded from her gaze, where parasitical mushrooms grew atop one another, and many birds lived and died flying only inside the cage of its tall, tall branches.

arien sought her out in the places where she was not loved. where melian's power lingered still, twisted and altered, streams of sunlight intruded.

arien did not relent. she might never conquer this place, but anar her vessel rose, day after day. its work was the unmaking of darkness, and darkness existed well beyond morgoth's fortress.

and it was well worth the effort of many fruitless dawns, for when she did succeed.

a hundred kisses she pressed to her cheeks, when riding fast as the wind aredhel broke the siege of nan elmoth; a dozen times she burned her cheeks with eager welcome, and laid a warm breeze like a warm palm upon her son's squinting, frowning brow.

they buried aredhel in the sunlight. a high noon, relentless against gondolin's white walls, sinking greedy through ar-feiniel's white tomb of marble. not a thousand dawns could have warmed it through - not all of arien's might have pressed again the warmth upon aredhel's cold mouth.

it was a day of strange flaring lights, like comets in sunlight. the poets claimed, not falsely, that high above, beyond the heavens, arien wept.

[severalowls]

Some rude motherfuckers on reddit.org

[alittleorcish]

entrance to fluke! 👋

[inonna]

Designing an OC every day for a month • Feb 3rd

Yet another attempt at a sona. I like this one. Will probably tweak it a bit when I've got the time, but right now I like it

[teitho]

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