#image thread

[the-silly-man-kaprix]

Something more serious that I'd like to admit but I'd better put it out there

[macksting]

I've met him in person btw and he's a fucking sweetheart

[ID: Text-intensive Twitter thread from the Shapeshifters chest binders Twitter account in reply to a post by artist and author Ursula Vernon. Vernon says, A non-zero number of you apparently did not know that The Last Unicorn was a book before it was a movie. It is by Peter S. Beagle. It is made of spun glass and fairytales and iron knives and there are individual lines that I would give my lungs to have written. Shapechangers replies, I saw him every year at NYCC for several years straight, bought something at his table, asked him to sign it, and we spoke. He remembered me from year to year, no small feat at that con. He remembered which stories he'd told me. One year I came back with a different gender on. He squinted at me a bit and said thoughtfully, "I've seen you before in this place." All I had to say was, "last year you told me the story about the inoshishi." And his face cleared, and he leaned in with a grin and told me about a German guitarist who he traveled with, twice. Who transitioned between the first and second time, so he'd gotten to meet this person all over again on the second round. It was a wonderfully kind way to let me know that everything was fine. I was fresh out of the closet and I needed that, and maybe he could see it. The Last Unicorn is the best book in the world and I will defend it and its author til I die. the end. /end ID]

I don't usually talk about celebrities; artists, when I do, and I'm keenly aware that one needn't be a good person to be a hell of a heartwrenching artist. But Peter S. Beagle has written a few of my favorite things in the world, he's an excellent singer and filker, and this Twitter thread was dreadfully important to me. I don't want it going away as Twitter becomes Shitter, because it's so often bad news, isn't it? It's important to me to share trans joy.

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a truly momentous occasion; the most annoying pairing of all time's first interaction

(sigh he should really brainwash director it would benefit everyone really)

@ideavian 's OC lore is pretty cool. Big fan of the pearl infection so I gave it to my OC

bonus nonsense

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[basslinegrave]

a bunch of my dude cosplay photos

some less serious but im posting all that i like. just a costest so plenty of edits, i didnt have my wig edges attached properly here. and with earbuds in (and bad front camera quality)

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as a brief summary, the idea is to drive a sense of competition between TWR and SLS, driven by a sense of inferiority... and to use Symphony's compliance/obedeience as an ideal to strive for. (Also TWR being the best, to be better than anyone else)

Negative feelings towards NCTG are redirected outwards towards SLS or inwards towards Roses herself... and eventually, she discards her original name for something Similar yet Markedly Different

I don't want to say too much because I really would like to make something properly illustrating this concept eventually, instead of Telling / Summarizing everything, but I do wish to add some extra context. I'll workshop it eventually.

also below cut is spoilers and violence and implied blood

...their methods resulted in some unfortunate side-effects

this image is much further into the future... a better relationship between the assistants, hopefully

A series of drawings related to the time around TWR's Activation. the first two were later repurposed for her activation log! The others are concepts I still need to explore in writing, oops

The idea here is that Roses becomes too attached to SLS and starts getting upset about her mistreatment. She's very vocal about this, and so she confronts the Director very directly.

They don't appreciate the insubordination, so they try to fix her.

(See Reblog)

[keepcalmandwritefiction]

Six reasons why SFDs (Sh!tty First Drafts) are a good thing: 1. I can’t revise what I didn’t write. 2. Rather than tumble a few half-cocked ideas in my brain like shoes in a dryer, I’m better than off removing them. 3. Like making a list, I no longer stress about remembering everything. 4. The pantser in me figures out the real story (often not what I’d expected) and I highlight that. 5. The plotter in me revises the outline. 6. Better dialogue, dialogue, dialogue.

– Rob Weldon (@/blood.wren)

[acidsoju]

KIDS' CAFÉ

inspired on this video

genre: romance, fluff, romance, fluff, stranger to lovers pairing: idol!beomgyu x daycare owner!reader warnings: kissing (!!!), reader likes kids and kids like reader word count: 1.6k summary: beomgyu was sure he would never want to come back to the kids' café after his one day experience, but he soon finds out he may be a little wrong.

“Appearance is very important to kids.”

Beomgyu blinked a few times processing that new information he had got while his mouth slightly hung open. Then he remembered he was being recorded and forced himself to say something. “Seriously? Kids?��� He honestly doubted small children could be so frivolous.

“Yeah, totally!” His one-day co-worker exclaimed, arms resting against the table as he leaned into it, grinning. Beomgyu sat down in front of him, his back pressed against the wall behind him while all the workers and him enjoyed the small lunch break they were having, table filled by cute lunchboxes. “You know how there are some flowers in the earth room? Some kids give flowers saying ‘marry me, marry me’.”

“What?” Beomgyu laughed and clapped his hands in amusement, picturing the scene in his head. “Wow, that’s so romantic! So, have you ever been asked to marry?” The boy arched an eyebrow at his new friend in front of him, who shook his hands before answering.

“No, never.”

“Uh? How about you?” Beomgyu questioned looking at the other male co-worker sitting beside him. This one also shook his head mumbling a soft ‘no, I haven’t either’. Beomgyu licked his lips, head turning to the only female sat with them, his first friend at the kids’ café who had been so kind to explain how things worked around the place. “And you?”

“Not me.”

“Then who on earth received flowers from kids?” He snapped looking back at the man who first revealed the fact. He laughed nervously and squirmed in his seat.

“Their standard is quite high.”

Just as if summoned, the door’s bell ringed as it opened caughting the attention of the resting workers. You froze as you stepped into the café, eyes trailing at every person inside, from the cameramen, the staff, the usual parents with their little kids and then your lovely employees. The smile on your face was sweet, a little awkward as all the attention was suddenly on your small figure, and polite as you mumbled repeatedly hello, hello, hello to everyone.

Some kids who caught the sight of you squealed as they rushed towards you, embracing your legs with their little arms. Giggling softly, you kneeled on the floor, not minding at all the way you tote bag fell from your shoulder, and hugged the small group of kids back. You weren’t even aware of the camera suddenly focusing on you while you greeted each one of the kids, addressing them personally and either giving them a small peck on their heads or high five.

It was safe to say everyone was mesmerized by, well, you so tenderly giving your attention to the kids. One of the staff members even melted when your eyes flicked up, realizing the camera was shooting at you, and a prominent blush spread through your cheeks.

“Hello” even though you weren’t really used to the whole filming thing, you smiled brightly more to the director behind the camera than to the camera itself. “Sorry I’m too early, thought the recording had ended already.”

“Boss, you’re here!”

Just then Beomgyu snapped out of it; his eyes flicked to the staff members that motioned for him to fix his facial expression, boy had been gawking all this time since you walked in. Not that it was his fault thought, you were incredibly pretty, radiating sweetness just as you had stepped in, shining brighter than any other person Beomgyu could think of. And did he hear that right? Boss? You, the small blushing cutie?

Beomgyu found himself following the steps of his co-workers towards you, standing awkwardly while he waited for you to finish greeting everyone else and finally notice him. Now, being totally honest, Beomgyu did expect some kind of reaction from you when your eyes met his as he was, after all, quite famous yet he found himself trying to appease the little disappointment he felt when you just extended your hand in his direction and smiled politely.

“Nice to meet you, I’m y/n.” Oh, how sweet your voice was. Beomgyu grabbed your hand and felt as if his body was on fire. “So? What do you think? Did you like working here?”

Without letting go of your hand Beomgyu licked his lips, a grin spreading through his face making the smile lines on his face appear. “Like it? Please, I loved it! Seriously, I think you might consider taking me in as a permanent employer here.”

“Beomgyu? Please don’t forget you already have a job.” One of the staff members said, amusement in their voice as they observed the flustered boy glaring at them over his shoulder.

From the corner of his eye, Beomgyu caught the sight of one of the little kids he had played with earlier shyly approaching you, hands behind his back hiding the flower he didn’t know it was visible to everybody. Beomgyu decided to take a little step back as the boy tugged at your jeans, face red as a tomato as he lifted up the pretty, violet flower to you.

“Oh, god…” You mumbled, soft smile on your lips as you kneeled once again taking carefully the flower in your hands, sniffing it before tucking it behind your ear. “How does it look? Pretty?” Same was what Beomgyu thought as the boy nodded his head strongly. Your smile widened as his response, leaning in you placed a soft peck on the top of his head. “Thank you so much, I really, really like flowers.”

A flower for a kiss? Beomgyu thought it wasn’t a bad deal, even thought he would like a kiss not on his head but on his lips.

“See? Told you kid’s have pretty high standards.” Said the same guy from earlier, patting Beomgyu’s shoulder lightly as his eyes were glued to you.

It was a shame Beomgyu was surrounded by his working team; if it were for him, he would have already rushed into the earth room to pick the prettiest flowers for you. But soon the filming ended and he had to say goodbye to everyone, you, sadly, include before he was walked by his staff to the car waiting for him.

That’s why Beomgyu came back the very next week. Even thought night had fallen already, he still hid his hair under a cap and half his face with a black mask, just hoping that you weren’t going to think he was some stranger trying to rob you. A robber wouldn’t be carrying around a bouquet of flowers, right?

He walked into the café, the bell’s door ringing as he opened it. It wasn’t hard to spot you, it was only you inside, sitting down behind a small counter writing down something on a paper. Your eyes flicked to the door as soon as you heard the bell ringing, a cautious look flashing in your eyes as you spotted the tall man standing there.

“I’m sorry… we’re close for today,” you said, forcing a small apologetic smile on your face. Beomgyu cleared his throat as he took a step closer to where you were.

“It’s me!” he said, smiling even thought you couldn’t see it behind his mask. You narrowed your eyes at him, clearly not recognizing him. Beomgyu quickly pulled of his mask and cap and the smile on his face grew as he noticed you knew who he was; your eyes widening slightly as your lips shaped in ‘o’. “Sorry, did I startle you?”

“Beomgyu?” You put down the pen you were holding in your hand and walked out of the counter you were sitting behind, stopping in front of him, heads tilting to meet each other’s eyes. “I mean, kinda, yeah… but I’m glad it’s you.” Beomgyu felt his heart do some crazy jumps in his chest. “I thought I was getting robbed.”

“Aw, damn,” he whined, feeling his ears getting hot. “I didn’t wanna scare you, sorry.” He pouted cutely, looking at you with the prettiest puppy eyes you had ever seen… and you worked at a kids’ café. Then the bottom half of his face was covered by the pretty bouquet of flowers he held, his eyes shining as he watches you looking curiously at them. “I brought you a little gift.”

“Really?” You smiled eyes flicking up to his, a soft impossible to ignore brush on your cheeks. Beomgyu felt his breath got caught up in his chest when you leaned in closer, nose brushing the flowers as you inhaled their scent, closing your eyes at the action. “They’re so pretty, thank you so much.”

You were about to grab them when Beomgyu pulled them up, higher than you could reach, a sly smirk trailing up in his lips. Your eyebrows knitted as you looked puzzled, hand barely trying to reach them. Beomgyu took a step closer to you, leaning his face closer to yours before he softly spoke. “Do I also get a thank you kiss?”

“W-what?”

“I would ask you to marry but I think we need to have a date first…” he continued, taking little steps until your back met the front of the counter, your hands pressing but not pushing against Beomgyu’s chest. “So, I’ll just ask for a kiss this time, okay? Pretty please?”

A soft chuckle scape from your lips before your hands grabbed the collar of his shirt for support and you got on your tiptoes, connecting your lips to his, oh so soft. His hands quickly circled your waist, hugging you closer to him, the sweet scent of the flowers mixed with your own sweet scent filling his senses.

Yes, he thought, I could get used to this, as he pecked your lips over and over again, earning some laughs from you. His eyes sparkled as he looked at you, arms still holding you close to him, a precious smile on his face as his smile lines appeared on his face. “Should we go?” He asked, eyebrows raising playfully.

“Go where?” You questioned, the hold on his shirt loosing up. Beomgyu quickly grabbed one of your hands in his big ones.

“To have a date, of course!”

[nylilcosmos]

Shrek'zel and Fionheart

[clauderains]

Alan wanted to avoid revealing any spoilers, they'll get it right next time

[silli-illi]

Updates for the people who don’t use Twitter (super long thread so stick with me y’all, rest of the thread in rebloggs):

(Note: Please take all of this lightheartedly this is lore and for content purposes only they don’t actually hate each other please don’t send hate to kab or red!)

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[raydrawsdaly]

"Her green skin is an outward manifestation of her twisted nature..."

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Continuation, same warnings apply

There's another gap in-between for further maintenance.

I feel like the writing at the end here is relatively weak, though it's serviceable enough to get the idea across. Take this as tentatively outdated in case I ever re-write this or a similar scene to be better.

I'm not sure if NCTG would still choose this exact method, but they'd have to break it to her eventually, and they're not great at handling emotional outbursts. She'd figure out / remember the gaslighting again eventually, but by that point, she wouldn't think it was worth it to be upset about it anymore.

also I don't think SLS would have to lie to volunteers anymore that bit is outdated; the nature of the Project is a bit of an Open Secret, and you kinda have to disclose what's actually going on to the people signing the contracts for ethical reasons lol.

I think in an updated timeline, this sort of thing would take place after the First Official Presentation. Rather than concern about her position (bc in the updated timeline she's manipulated by the ideal of living up to NMMST's roles) I think SLS would come into conflict with NCTG at some point during the commissioning process as volunteers seem to keep talking in ways that suggest they think some sort of literal consciousness transfer is taking place (instead of a metaphorical or vicarious one) and go like "hey director. whats up with that" and then. yeah . much to think about....

can I call this a comic? SLS questions her position in the project, I guess. This must've been set between her promotion and the first Official Presentation. I should note that particular details may warrant rewriting, but overall I think this is still fairly accurate / alright.

Big Spoilers Under cut and warnings for manipulation, abuse, gaslighting, dehumanization

There is a gap in time here.

[keepcalmandwritefiction]

Writers, repeat after me: “Fck it, I can always go back and edit it later. I don’t need to get it right on the first draft.” 👏🏼

– Dylan Roche (@/dylaniswriting)

[m0thmancore]

hey baeddelism is just straight up not dead btw. like just so we’re clear that shit still happens

the blacked out mf is on twitter. shes still doing the same old shit. her most recent post is 2 hours ago. y’all gotta be critical as shit of people sometimes bc ideologies never die and somewhere out there there is still some vile mf acting like trans men are the downfall of western civilization