#i'm tempted to make this my header....

[ariaricottoncandy]

VSZ Week 2024, Day 1: Flowers/Symbolism They're braiding flowers in Vi's hair :D

[kindahoping4forever]

Ashton @ The 5SOS Show Tour NYC - 21 August 2023

[lifemod17]

Filed under things that are: SO IMPORTANT TO ME!!!

Fuckass White Converse ILYSM you will always be iconic!!!!

📸: Loads of Music

ZOA City || 06/27/2024

[awolfnamedluna]

Thrawn header Thrawn header Thrawn header

[oh-no-its-bird]

This comment on the recent One Step Three Steps chapter possessed me and I ended up doodling Ichigo in one of those cute bo-peep dresses

This whole thing is made cuter by the fact that Ichigo's mother, Keiko, is in fact one of the clans sheep headers.

I am obsessed w the idea of the Hatake having sheep. I need it in my life. The Hatake wolves and their little known sheep,,, They are quite possibly the best protected sheep in all of the elemental nations, constantly surrounded by wolves (some summons, some normal wolves) who know to keep them safe

I can feel myself starting to itch with the urge for a Hatake lore dump so actually, that is what we are doing now. Sorry not sorry, I have too many thoughts and opinions to not take this opportunity to ramble now that I've found myself here

In the warring states, the Hatake were farmers-- they interacted with other clans very little because in general, everything they needed, they made or grew for themselves, Including wool products.

They would collect the wool in the summer, spend spring and fall preparing it to spin-- cleaning it, sorting it, dying it, etc. Then in winter, when there was little work to do compared to the rest of the year, they'd begin to weave. Blankets, tapestries, clothes, etc.

The wool is distributed among those who wish to weave based on a mix of merit and favor. The Hatake themselves are a very communal bunch, sharing pretty much all of their tools and resources, and their small size only makes them closer.

So, when it's time to hand out wool, the finer wool goes to those with the skill to make something truly great out of it. Then the slightly less as good wool goes to the next in line, and so on.

There's a whole weaving hierarchy within the clan, with some doing it just for fun and to kill time (and thus being given the more bottom of the barrel yarn) while others spend all year planning to make things intending to sell for the clan to earn coin (and then those people are given the better quality yarn)

I'm actually going to expose myself here, take something I wrote for a possible far in the future Here Before and After Me chapter, from what is supposed to be the Hatake's introduction:

Instead, Haruka was busy poking through the thick blankets presented to her. Piled up high on a wheelbarrow, the labor of love of so many hands over the winter. "Hoo, the weaving this year really is spectacular. I'm almost tempted to say we shouldn't sell them." She ran her hand across the thick pelt of a blanket lined with rabbit fur. Keiko's work, she recognized instantly. 'Good shit,' as the kids say. Besides her, Tetsuo, her young chosen heir, pet a blue and brown quilt thoughtfully.   "They could make for an impressive gift, if we're ever in the position to have to give one." "As good an excuse as any to keep one or three." Haruka chuckled, picking a more intricate blanket out of the pile and holding it up to admire its pattern.

^ When winter is done, everyone who made something will donate at least one thing they've made to an overall collection, which is then sorted through and (usually) sold.

(With occasional exceptions to save more impressive works to keep as a clan treasure, or future gift or bribe if they need one)

He sorted through them, trying to separate by quality and method of craft. But, seeing as they all shared space on the same wheelbarrow, there was really only so much separation he could do. "Ugh, Tsuki." Tetsuo cursed under his breath, picking out a tapestry carefully embroidered with near hypnotic spirals that seemed to go on forever. "We can't sell this, it'll end up cursing someone." He tossed the supposedly cursed tapestry over a shoulder, burrowing through more thick sheets before he paused. A disgruntled expression passed over his face as he plucked out an already tattered blanket, more bundle of half-burnt rope loosely woven together than anything. "Who let Sora donate to the pile again? She was supposed to be banned, after last year's disaster." When he examined it closer, it seemed like it was made only from scraps of the thick wool they'd spun specifically for their winter weaving. At least no one had given her anything valuable to destroy then. It joined the spiral tapestry slung across his shoulder. "Daisuke, at least, as good as always." He noted, picking up a thick weave of color. Seeing how brightly colored this year's project was, suddenly he understood why the man's hands had been dyed so thoroughly for most of the winter months. Although... Tetsuo brought the blanket up to sniff and then made a face. "Ugh, we'll need to wash out the tobacco smell. His nose really must be failing him, to have left it this strong."

^ quality will vary, and so you'll also have different works that get disqualified from being sold. (And, inevitably, some people who have been told to stop putting their disaster creations into the pile.)

The Hatake's weaving being really high regarded and high quality,,,, them doing something to the wool when they treat it that makes it extra good,,, I need it,,

Anyways, just. The Hatake and their sheep. I need it. There's so much potential there, like. From aesthetics to references of the relationships between sheep and wolves, and beyond.

I love it !!! Give those wolf people some sheep to protect.

[dat-town]

strings of fate

Characters: Nicholas & moon goddess!reader

Setting & genre: red string of fate, star-crossed lovers, mythology au, reincarnation, angst 

Summary: You had known him and lost him many times over the millennium, what’s one more heartbreak in your immortal life?

Warnings: mentions of war, death, blood, violence. vague historical and mythology references. ambiguous ending.

Words: 1.4k

Author’s note: this story is an accumulation of many things: Nicholas’ last name meaning king in mandarin, the scar on his arm, his red hair era (header pic from Aoarashi MV), my fascination with Chinese mythology and Jiufen, a small mountain town in Taiwan

@restlessmaknae i'm not even here, i'm a hallucination

Red was traditionally a happy color.

Red was what tied you to him, pinky to pinky.

Red was the blood on his hands, soaking his armor.

Red was his hair tangled around your fingers.

Red was loving him lifetime after lifetime.

There was a war going on the first time you saw him.

Other gods and goddesses often frequented at military camps, taking sides, giving blessings, making fun of the conflicts of prideful and fallible humans. You had never been interested in violence, never been swayed by the triumph and glory of winning battles. You had been quietly observing from your hidden place on the moon, shining light when it was the darkest.

But this time you felt a tug, something strong and invisible pulling you towards the human realm, right into the middle of a bloodshed and there he was: fierce and wild like an unstoppable force. Armor of steel and gold, sweaty strands of hair sticking to his forehead, bleeding carmine. Very much human and yet there was something more about him, something that made you stop and stare. Something that made your immortal heart squeeze.

King Yixiang died with honour, protecting his people against savages from the front line. He died under the moonlight, with you watching over him. Sadness washed over you like ocean waves and you didn’t know what to do with the gnawing feeling of grief inside you. It didn’t make sense. He was just another human.

You felt the same tugging sensation again from time to time but you didn’t pay much attention to it. You liked your peaceful serenity on the moon and you didn’t need sentimental attachments to mortals with their short lifespan. But you were the type of deity who listened when people asked for their blessing and that’s how you saw him again.

Centuries had passed, so of course, he looked different but you knew immediately that it was him. It was almost like your soul recognized his. Like your soul ached with a familiarity that didn’t feel right. Not when he was about to get married.

Weddings were full of red and gold for future happiness and wealth. There was dragon embroidery on the crimson hanfu he wore and a lantern with a wish in his hand. His face was full of shadows and sorrow, of resignation and responsibility. You knew immediately that it wasn’t a union of love but necessity. Nevertheless you gave your blessing and turned your gaze away. It hurt to look at him.

After the last time you told yourself you wouldn’t let the pull tempt you and usually you managed to resist the longing. But it was different this time, the thread burned.

It had been a while since you last left your moon but it felt inevitable, it felt like falling.

In the human realm, there was chaos. You saw soldiers with guns and tanks on the streets, people screaming and crying. Your heart was breaking for them.

You ducked into a building with a red and blue flag, pulled by something stronger than you and once the creaky door closed behind you, you were pushed up against the wall, a hand over your mouth and a figure towering over you. Dark eyes behind shaggy hair found yours and the boy put an index finger over his own mouth to signal you to be silent as he slowly let you go. If you concentrated hard enough you heard the steps of heavy boots above and based on the boy’s reaction, they must have been enemy soldiers. However, your focus on something else entirely. It was on the boy’s hands, his elegant, pianist fingers, the dirt around his nails and the glowing red string attached to his pinky.

His name was Wang Yixiang and you were destined.

Somewhere outside a grenade was detonated and its explosion shook the ground beneath your feet. The boy grabbed your hand and pulled you after him. His palm was sweaty and warm and all you could think about was that this hand wasn’t supposed to hold a gun. He wasn’t made to be a soldier but he fought for what he believed in, for people he loved and he didn’t know back then but for you too.

He took you to a safe place for women, children and elderly, scolding you for walking straight into an active warzone. When he asked where you came from, you told him it was a faraway place. When he wanted to leave, you weren’t ready to let go. Not again, not yet.

“I don’t know anybody here,” you made up an excuse sheepishly and Yixiang let out a soft sound.

“You don’t know me either,” he said and oh how wrong he was. You knew him in a dozen lifetimes even if you didn’t acknowledge it, even if you were only watching him from above.

He stayed with you that night, telling you about his dream of opening a bar once the civil war was over.

But you knew all too well that all wars were made of sacrifices. You knew that you would lose him even before you saw the thread fading right in front of your eyes, right under the moonless night.

“I will find you sooner in your next life. I will love you properly, I promise,” you whispered and it was a vow, a plea, a sacred thing. Words of a goddess.

In his next lifetime, he called himself Nicholas and dyed his hair red like maple leaves in autumn. He stood out in the best way possible.

You spotted him as soon as you stepped into a cozy tea house high on the mountain. He was serving another customer while you were escorted to your table on the balcony, under the lanterns burning golden against the night sky. The moon was nowhere to be seen like always when you visited.

You were looking out on the valley – at the lush green thanks to the rainy day, its chill still buried deep into your bones – when you heard his voice, high-spirited but polite as he slid a tray of oolong tea and mooncakes in front of you.

“Enjoy,” he smiled, his eyes turning into small crescents and you murmured your thanks with a fluttering heart. Just seeing him live a happy life made you content.

You drank your tea, not bothered by the late evening breeze on your shoulders while sneaking glances at the boy and if you caught him looking back, you didn’t show it, just hid your smile behind your cup.

You were leaving, not prolonging your time on Earth too much, when the boy followed you out, offering a scarf to cover up against the cold. You could tell it was just an excuse no matter how sweet, because he had a question falling off his lips soon after.

“Not to be cliché but… have we met before?” He wondered, genuinely curious and really, it was such a funny yet heartbreaking thing to ask. Your gaze dropped to the scar on his forearm clear even in the dim light of the entrance with his shirt rolled up to his elbows and you were reminded of the sight of him bleeding all over again.

“Maybe in your past life,” you answered truthfully when you looked up and it made Nicholas laugh, amused but fond.

You kept going back every time the moon started to wane, lingering longer every single time.

Nicholas took you out on walks, showed you around and insisted on trying his favourite shaved ice places together. He held your hand on the narrow, slippery roads and shielded you from rain when it came pouring. He pulled you under an alcove and kissed you gently, the bitter taste of tea sweet on his tongue.

Nicholas loved the same way as he lived: fiercely, steadily and headfirst. So you knew it was bound to end in heartbreak because you couldn’t give him what he deserved, you couldn’t give yourself to him fully. But for once, you let yourself be selfish and whisper words of love against his lips.

Fate was a cruel thing, the sorrow multiplying every time you had to leave and yet, whenever Nicholas held you in his arms, you couldn’t find it in you to despise the thread that tied you together. It was fitting really, that loving him was the color of pain and happiness.

[vyorei]

I found a post about Palestine and olive trees about a week ago, this reminded me of it so I'm gonna post the text below.

This was posted on Facebook by Dima Seelawi on the 29th of October 2018, it just happened to find its way to my newsfeed:

"When I was young, I never really understood my parents insistence to only use olive oil imported from Palestine. It took a long time and a great distance in a process that was neither cheap nor convenient. The oil came in old beat-up containers that did not look appealing to me at all. In my head, if they wanted to support distant family back home, they could just send them money and save us and them a big hassle. We could just use the nice looking olive oil containers from the nearby store. Yet, this was never an option in our household. The only olive oil we used at home was from Palestine.

As I grew up and started a student part-time job, I worked with olive oil a little. I knew all about olive oil imported from Spain, Italy, and other countries. I knew which ones were better and more expensive. I also learned to tell, based on the pungent taste, which ones were extra virgin. I was tempted to use my employee discount to bring home one of the fancy bottles and use at our kitchen. I could not get myself to do it, and I did not exactly know why. I felt like it would be disrespectful to my parents even if it didn’t make sense to me. It did not feel right. It was not an option.

After living in Palestine for a year during the olive picking season, something changed. The olive picking season in Palestine is holy.

Palestinians relate to the weather based on how it would benefit or harm the olives. There is well-known unspoken rule about treating olive trees with respect. There is a day off from work just to pick olives. On public transportation, it is not unusual to hear someone on the phone telling their friend to stop by for their share of this year’s olive oil stored in what used to be a Coca-Cola or a liquor bottle. A driver will stop in the middle of the way to give his brother- in- law a jar of olives that are so close to one another that they start to crush showing their insides.

In Nablus, the owner of the Nabulsi soap factory takes pride in how picky he is about getting his olive oil. He insists on filling a cup to let me smell how authentic it is and smirks as he sees my diasporic facial expressions transform in appreciation of its strong smell running through all of my brain cells.

I started noticing how olive oil is an essential part of so many dishes. “Palestinians drink more olive oil than water” I would jokingly say and they would laugh in agreement. Olive oil is truly an everyday ritual.

They fantasize about its color when it’s fresh and remind me that it starts to change as it reacts with oxygen over time. They dip their bread into olive oil, just like that and without any additions, and enjoy it more than the sweetest of all foods. I can guarantee that every lunch invitation (عزومة) I received during the olive-picking season was a chance for my hosts to share their olive oil using Msakhan (a traditional Palestinian dish).

I now have a deeper understanding of the psychology behind the burning of olive trees by Israeli settlers and why farmers moan at the scene as if they lost a loved one.

Wherever you are, if it’s accessible to you, make sure your olive oil is Palestinian. Your ancestors would want that."

And this picture was attached:

Link to the article in the header image:

[daemonhxckergrrl]

chat, am I futureshock ?

occasionally I get people say stuff like this, and I'm glad they like my blog, I'm glad they enjoy the surface-level vibes. nonbinary matrix header, soft retro-vibe colourscheme, posts appearing as shell commands, etc.

but I'm not an aesthetic blog

I'm what happens when an autistic tranny who is A Bit Too Much Computer witnesses the realtime enshittification of everything.

first up, i wanna be clear that i'm not trying to shit on the person who sent me this or discourage people who enjoy these aesthetics (or what they perceive as my personal brand) for enjoying them, or from diving deeper. in fact, i would encourage it - please !! go look into things !! discover !! fuck things up !! fix them !!!

now i wanna talk about aesthetics. i love the design language of a lotta late 80s hardware, vehicles, physical interfaces. i love the design language of a lot that in the 90s, as well as software, early GUI stuff etc. and tbh a lot of that right up until the mid 00s. if we wanna play deeply unserious but whimsical visual signifiers for fun and silly reasons, sure then i'm webcore, i'm hackercore, i'm retrofuture and cyber, i'm cassette futurist, i'm cyberpunk or whatever. i'm cute glittery gifs of windows 95 slate dialog boxes and big standing racks full of das blinkenlights. i'm the cave shadow of a CD Walkman i'm that big chonky 80s red 7-segment alarm clock.

but i'm not just aesthetics. i'm not doing all this purely for the bit. up until a couple years ago i was sacrificing a ton of convenience for my principles. now i'm sacrificing certain specific conveniences and a buncha anti-consumer nonsense for my principles and a shit ton of other, better, conveniences.

this wasn't meant to be a long post, and may well end up influencing some of my cyberpriestess posting when i get my website going, as there's a lotta good jumping-off points here.

let me show y'all how i live. at least some of it.

daily driver ? 11-year-old gaming pc w/ some recent era-appropriate upgrades (well, the gpu is pushing it but like is reasonable someone would've done that upgrade).

this is what i mean. this is pluug2, my daily driver. and she still runs games. and yes i'm using arch rn bc i did a reinstall and for whatever reason the version of the void installer i had was corrupted and arch was the only other diy distro i had laying around. she'll end up running something infinitely more cursed in the future once i get s6 stuff figured out.

i spent like half an hour configuring fastfetch (the backend i'm using for hyfetch) bc the default kinda sucked. that's how this works.

i do dumb shit, i have fun, i live by my principles as much as possible...fuck idk

oh right, my thinkpad is a t61 from 2008. her graphics suck enough she literally can't load games. not anything made past idk DX9 ?? however her discord experience is about on part w/ my envy 360 from over 10 years later. she's kinda sick tho. idk. will probably turn her into a media pc or some kinda server since she's got a 2600U w/ 8 threads.

i don't get youtube ads. i don't get tempted by the comments section, i don't have my watch history profiled. i have a local database of playlists (the video tab on a channel counts as a playlist btw) that i can sync and fuzzy search in the terminal and it'll play via the video player on my system. however, i don't get stuff recommended which makes finding stuff entirely active.

i gotta test and tweak games i wanna play bc old hardware and also usually running via compatibility layer (proton my beloved) on account of..well no linux-native version. or the native version has issues.

discord and screenshare don't pay niceys all the time. this is partly a discord enshittification issue but also the discord devs don't care about linux as a platform. they "support" it bc hey electron works there. because it's the fuckign chrome browser. audio support in screenshare is an unofficial feature added by volunteer devs and that's a breach of TOS bc that's the world we live in now.

my brain is full of init system trivia, audio services and routing frameworks, a ton of incomprehensible nonsense that marks the difference between nostalgia-bait and Actually Being Like This.

come on in, by all means ! let's learn the semantics behind vim's actions/keybinds, let's discover old parts of the net, build up an environment from its component pieces. let's suffer together as the separation of accounts forces the use of several different email addresses, a TOTP app, and renewed access tokens to play one (1) game online w/ friends.

i'm not futureshock cybercore cassette retropunk, i'm stubborn and refuse to engage in as much of the bullshit forced on us these days as i physically can.

[moe-broey]

Okay, I was almost tempted to make a poll, but. As fun as it is as an idea (yay! Group participation!), I think I already made my choice and didn't wanna disappoint anyone if I didn't pick the winning option LMFAO

So, instead, I just wanna walk you through my thought process! Book 3 is approaching, for my quotes blogs specifically I mean. This means I have to set up the evil-alfonse-quotes -- I mean, Lif quotes blog. For the Bit.

For Alfonse and Sharena, I picked out some FEH comic illusts that I think represent them well. Both of them being silly and sweet w Kiran on the header, and the icons! I wanted to capture them each, on a few dif fronts.

Like! Those are my friends! I know them! Alfonse, with an award winning sincere smile, but also! Putting on a good face. Best foot forward. He has an appearance to keep. He's also very charming! As for Sharena! OH THERE ARE SO MANY GOOD SHARENAS TO PICK FROM. You can take that same angle -- award winning smile, best foot forward, to the MAX with her. But!!! Out of all of the choices I could go with... this icon feels like something she would pick herself. It's silly, it's playful, it's cute! Even the more chibi style suits her perfectly, esp in contrast to Alfonse's look.

Okay! So, back to Lif. I already have the idea of making what I lovingly call the Askr Extended Family Photo Comic the header. Where Lif is spotted shuffling behind Gustav, in the background. It is just. EXTREMELY funny, to me. He's a fucking cryptid, to me. Rare Lif Sighting. And APPARENTLY. YEAH. RARE LIF SIGHTING FOR FUCKING REAL. As far as I know, dude has only shown up in THREE Day in the Life comics, including that one. Damn. Okay!

I did not know how dire the situation was, going into this. So I'm scouring the website and also looking through an archive. I have the header, but I need an icon! I come out with a grand total of... three. Options.

I gravitate towards this option first. Rare Lif, so early on it's not on the site (I could be wrong, but also I did flip through all the way back til I couldn't anymore! Cuts off on a Ranulf and Lethe centric comic). Okay, so, what's the deal here? Should be simple? Easy, done? Well... while it's a very nice illustration of him. He looks cool, brooding, threatening. It's a little... stiff. Like, I might as well pull from his in-game art! Which is ALSO really good, but, not what I'm aiming for. It's hard to explain, but art created for specific purposes has different vibes. You know. In-game art is meant to showcase The Art, and the best features of the character. Comic illustrations can get sillier! Or can focus on more personality based things. And capturing the personality, is what I'm going for! Also... because it's a rare Lif, and bc of the way this illust is drawn... it's not immediately clear this is a FEH comic panel. It might not even be clear that it's official artwork. As an artist myself, I'd prefer to stick to clearly official work for this! I don't want any confusion or concerns about uncredited art!

NEXT. I literally only have one other comic to pull from, now. And... Okay, hear me out. I love silly-ifying this man. I love goofing on this absolute DRAMA queen of a man. I love poking fun at him at every opportunity. There is a Reason why I named the blog something stupid instead of being straightforward. HOWEVER. While this is a fun, silly moment..... it just doesn't capture him in his entirety, you know? In fact, I'd argue this is a rare moment where he's directly contradicting his dark, brooding and tortured persona he's so carefully crafted (and well, the natural bits of it too. That came with The Trauma). To me, esp in the full context of him and Thrasir saying "Our work here is Done" Tuxedo Mask style, dumping the rest of the workload (of which, to be fair, was not in their jurisdiction) onto ANNA. You know, Commander Anna? The woman, while not the exact one, but the woman he used to work so closely with? His boss, his co-worker, his friend? Oh he is ABSOLUTELY doing that on purpose to fuck with her. This is a Lif zoomies moment to me. This is a Lif DEEPLY INGRAINED NEED to be A Jackass moment. To me. The type of jackassery that comes with being an older brother. Old habits die hard.

All of that said... it's a very good moment. It's also a very cute illustration. But it's too cute. Too playful. Too silly. It's a real and true moment from him that just doesn't fit the same way anymore. And definitely doesn't capture him in his entirety. This is my opinion, my verdict, with great regret and sorrow. Next!

Out of the illusts from this comic, really only two are usable as an icon. This is the other one. And..... HEAR ME OUT. It goes back to my thoughts of picking that specific illust for the header. Catching a Glimpse of the local cryptid haunting the place. The Ghoul Himself, lurking and shambling about. AND GOING BACK to my thoughts on why I picked those specific Alfonse and Sharena icons!!!!! To capture their personalities, and the faces they put forward to the world! How they see themselves, or want to be seen! Oh, Lif does NOT want to be Seen. This is one of two candid shots you were able to snap of him while all other attempts he's like Big Foot. Some blurry, glowy spectre who is going to get SO FUCKING MAD AT YOU when he catches you trying to catch Him. And!!! And!!!!! POKING FUN AT HIM. The comedy of seeing This Fucking Guy in broad daylight is unparalleled. He looks SO out of place, on a nice, clear, sunny day. Not so scary now, running errands for Commander Anna, ARE you, buddy? Huh?? Huh??? Oh god wait don't reach for your cursed sword I'M SORRY I'M SORRRYYYYY --

It's funny! Ironic! That the third one was a "I'll do it if I Have To", in my mind. I didn't want to use it. I did, very much, want to pick something Cooler. But no... that's not the Route....... do not be swayed by his objectively very cool appearance and his dangerous demeanor. Rule number one to being a Lif enjoyer is you HAVE to make fun of him. Rule number two, is that you have to make fun of him in a Lif-honoring way. You cannot solely focus on what makes him cool, what makes him tragic, and what makes him endearing, those rare moments of softness. No. You need to Hone In. LOCK IN. On what would make him want to punt you across the battlefield, full fucking force.

That's just how I feel, though! Thank you for joining me on this little journey! ☺️☺️☺️😌💖💝💗💘💞💝💞💘💖💞💖💓💞💓💖💞💓💖💗💗💝💘💘💞💕💕💕

[mayordea]

time to post more artfight attacks

a double header! here's artekkiesu's Francis and Emiko as a revenge attack! this was the first attack i made that netted over a hundred points, awesome AF Profile

amelie for @mymhilda, she's just one of the sweetest characters i've drawn 🫶🏻 AF Profile

sona for @pavlinadraws !! as usual i am naturally drawn to floral imagery.. AF Profile

@tonightatsix's unnamed octopath scholar oc!! nice to see octopath ocs in artfight, so i had to draw her. done as a revenge! AF Profile

and last but certainly not least, the one and only kikyuune aiko for @mystsaphyr! i've actually drawn her before for song fanart without being too familiar with her at the time, but i've definitely fallen in love with her as of late and i'm happy to draw one of her base designs ^^ AF Profile

with all that, i've hit 35 attacks and got a spiffy achievement for it. maybe i'll be tempted to make it to 40, but idk i think i am officially resting my laurels regarding artfight. maybe i'll get jumpscared by an attack i'll feel obligated to revenge but idk if thats gonna happen ^^" still, it's only halfway through the month so no guarantee i'm quitting yet, but i wanna focus on creating other things ya know!! mainly my own oc stuff.. :3

[lilliablog]

Tempted to redo my blog, I would keep the red theme and tags. But I would change the intro post, header, bio, profile picture, and ect.

Should I make a Valentine's theme one? ^^

It sounds fun to do!! And it would look so pretty, I'm already having so many ideas for it ☺️

[guacamolleee]

Navigation + Writing

Hi there! Please call me Lee :)

queue is on, inbox is open (see prompt list below if you wanna prompt me)

header by my lovely friend @thequeenofthewinter

AO3 -> floricolous writing tag -> guacamole writing yapping tag -> guacamole talks prompt lists -> dragon age

(writing masterlist is under the cut)

Dragon Age

Thedas Weekend Prompt Fills (also on AO3) - Assorted ships. Explicit works tagged accordingly

Prompt fills for Thedas Weekend. These fills are shorter and less polished than my longer works, but I like them and I'm having a lot of fun :)

make space for me behind your ribs - Emmrich Volkarin/F!Rook. Explicit. 6,756 words

It's Rook's first time and Emmrich is more than happy to introduce her to such carnal pleasures.

pure enough to breathe (it's liquid gold) - Emmrich Volkarin/F!Rook. Explicit. 5,597 words

Rook spills some honey and Emmrich cleans it up — the fun way.

you are the blood in all my poems - Emmrich Volkarin/F!Rook. Explicit. 7,301 words

A peek into the lives of Emmrich and Rook, a few years down the road, on a day of no particular importance. Domesticity suits them both.

sink, heart, sink - Solas/Desire Demons (posing as F!Lavellan and Mythal). Explicit. 4,469 words

A pair of Desire demons slip into Solas' regret prison. What better way to tempt him but with the two greatest loves of his long, long life. -> For the Smutquisition Exchange 2025

my whole soul at the edge of my lips - Emmrich Volkarin/F!Rook. Explicit. 6,561 words

Emmrich finds himself face to face with Rook's Devotion.

Among The Multitudes - Emmrich Volkarin/F!Rook and Emmrich Volkarin/Johanna Hezenkoss. Mature. 41,111 words

One Emmrich Volkarin, bearer of two soul marks, and a lifetime's exploration of the different faces of love and heartbreak. -> For the Dragon Age Big Bang 2025 -> Find the-font-bandit's art piece here!

Strawberry Tea and Hot Chocolate - Solas/F!Lavellan. Teen. 2,031 words

Solas' and Ellana's drinks are switched. A meet-cute ensues over drinks and a book. (Modern AU) -> For the Arlathan Exchange 2025

can we speak in flowers - Emmrich Volkarin/F!Rook. Mature. 4,385 words

Emmrich leaves flowers for Rook. -> For The Fade server's first collaboration event

Stardew Valley

you put a spell on me (i'm losing my mind) - RRRR!Wizard/F!Farmer. Explicit. 5,158 words

The new farmer Sylvia and the resident purple magic man have an unforgettable first time on her birthday.

and the union is carved from stone that is not to be halved - RRRR!Wizard/F!Farmer. Explicit. 25,942 words

Magnus finally pops the question — “What would you say to trying for a child with me..?”

you are the miracle, you are the dream - RRRR!Wizard/F!Farmer ft. their wizard baby. Fluff. 2,584 words

Magnus gets to finally experience fatherhood firsthand with his and the farmer's newborn daughter.

marry me (today and everyday) - RRRR!Wizard/F!Farmer. Explicit. 15,180 words

Sylvia the farmer proposes and Magnus (and the town!) gets to plan a wedding.

Non-writing

entombed passion, entwined souls - an Emmrook playlist

var lath vir suledin - a Solavellan playlist

A Heart Like Wildflowers - a Sylvia playlist (Stardew farmer)

The Witch's Ghost - an Ayla Rasmodius playlist (Farmer/Wizard Fankid)

[poisonousquinzel]

Again thank you so much for helping identify the previous panel! I hope you don't mind my spam but I also wanna know what comic the panel in my header is from (this one:)

Ah, Harley beating up cops :') Ive had that as my header too and I'm always tempted to go back to it skdjsks Jorge Jimenez draws her SO pretty omfg makes my brain go brrrrrrrrrrrrr

And its from Batman (2016-) #107 <3

post Joker War (so Harley's at the point she knows Bruce is Bruce) and this was the chapter we're introduced to Bella, Ivy's ex girlfriend from college! :D she's so pretty

and she's got little plant dogs !! she's so cool

[tohruies]

COCOOOO !!!! OK FIRST OF ALL !! I LOVE YOUR NEW THEME AND HEADER !!! yaoco my beloved you two are so sun and moon core 🥺���🥺🥺

SECOND.... MAKING CERTAIN KIND OF TOYS... COCO DO NOT OUT THIS THOUGHT INTO MY MIND ILL EXPLODE 🤯🤯🤯

too lateeeee~!! MON NICKERBOCKER i am mopping your remains up off the floor 🧹

have you thought about niko receiving a commission from someone to craft them said kind of toy (would i put this past eclair... perhaps not!!! 😼) for the first time... how flustered it would make him!!!!!! perhaps he is tempted to decline—but this customer is just asking so politely, and they'll pay him so well, and they just want this toy for themselves because they'll be away from their partner for an extended period of time 🥺 how could niko say no when he too well understands the feeling of missing your other half!! 🥺💔

maybe he accepts this commission with a lot of hesitancy... if he does, i can imagine how embarrassed he would be around wanderer throughout it all! while he's working on his commission, does his mind drift off to thoughts about wanwan... he has the dimensions of his cock committed to memory, after all, it wouldn't be all that difficult for him to construct a little (or not 😳) toy of his own, yes? 🥺 he knows where each ridge and vein lies... the length and girth—it's so easy, that he has all this information!!!! guiltily and shamefully, perhaps he ends up making a toy for himself, using it on nights when he's especially missing wanderer. playing around with including a suction to the base—to make it easier to bounce on or stick to the wall... would he go so far as to make it vibrate or gyrate!!!!! 🙈 oh niko you are so naughty... how hard and fast would he cum like that! sliding the vibrating, rubbery toy along his own shaft, eyes closed in bliss and whimpering wantonly for his wanderer, hehe, yes...

i'm sure wanderer is in for a big TREAT when he accidentally walks in on niko pleasuring himself like this!!!! 🙈💗

[sugurouge]

WINTERR please forgive me but i have been staring at the little sketch of you and sylus in your header for the past five minutes ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა you two are SO CUTE !!! the way he’s holding you, the content look on both your faces 🥺 … and the size difference hehehe 🙈 i love you two so much !! i hope you’re having fun celebrating his birthday ♥️

AWEAAA there is nothing to forgive!! i'm no better :( i keep looking at it as well and i'm so tempted to make it my discord pic and out myself to everyone who knows me v.v you're so sweet, your message literally made me pout a little :< i will take good care of him on his birthday, i promise <3

[likemosaic]

i dont have the energy to make icons anymore but i miss having images to decorate my posts. i'm tempted to make cute little headers for each reply instead? since longer icons seem to be in style now anyway