#its really short

[haven-anyone-would-yearn-for]

Finished my first Astarion fic (it was just a matter of time, really)

features: angst! Scratch being a good doggo! Astarion being bad at feelings! comfort! Astarion pets the doggo!

[conivolos]

lil ficlet thing i wrote in literally twenty minutes

directly inspired by @peachy-shark's tumblr post (idk how to properly link it lol)

uh fic under the cut. yup.

encore

and- pearl’s falling. 

why is she falling?

it feels like it should happen.

she should keep falling.

she knows it will end.

she knows she should keep falling anyway.

a shooting star, she thinks bitterly.

as the ground gets closer, she wishes. 

wishes things were back the way they were. wishes she was still made of copper. wishes she didnt fall. wishes she was more careful. wishes she was-

--

Encore, the universe shouts, encore!

--

Pearl's no longer falling, but the feeling lingers, even as she sits back up in bed.

she’s still small, swamped in her covers (she hasnt been able to find a bed that fits her yet).

shes not still a star, she can tell that much, and an inspection of her arms yields the realisation that she's made of copper.

oh. everythings the same as it was.

pearl huffs, damning the universe, and goes to collect her things.

later, when she catches sight of her reflection in brand new, shiny copper platings, she has a small star atop her antennae.

[sour-switchblade]

Just got my first poem published,, if you wanted to read it you can do so for free online by following this link

[demon64]

What started out as a standard day for the Blue Burrower had quickly become something of a chaotic day once a new knight from a far off land had made their way to the valley. The Silver Stunner had just walked right into the friendly tournament that King Pridemoor had set up for Shovel Knight, Shield Knight, Black Knight, the Order of No Quarter and others to participate in. It had been a suggestion by Black Knight as a way for them all to blow off some steam and get their muscles up and moving so as to not lose their ability. It was as Queen Knight fought Drill Knight that suddenly, a chair of all things knocked the latter out. How could it knock someone of Drill Knight's stature out, one may ask. You see, it was not just a normal chair, no, it was a steel chair.

"I... AM... Steel Chair Knight! And I come looking for a challenge!" Proclaimed the newcomer.

One after another fell to the Silver Stunner and their chair. All except for the Blue Burrower themself, Shovel Knight. The two would be evenly matched blow for blow, hit for hit, each's advantage being odd and easy. Shovel Knight could dig to evade attacks if they so wished, while Steel Chair Knight could run and jump like no tomorrow.

The match would last for an hour, the two tired by the end. Both would take a stance, ready their weapons, then charge! Running forward, both swung their signature weapons the hardest they could. The shovel and the steel chair barely grazed each other, small sparks flying off, as each weapon would hit the target in the head. Knocked to the sides, both would lay unmoving for a minute, the crowd watching with bated breath. Eventually, the clue-clad warrior would stir first, standing up with a bit of held from their shovel. Walking over to the downed opponent, Shovel Knight offered an open hand, to held the other knight up from the ground.

Steel Chair Knight could almost not believe the kindness being offered, nearly pulling their hand back after reaching out, but take Shovel Knight's hand they did. Now standing with a cheering crowd around them all, the Silver Stunner was stunned themself.

Later in that same day as everyone filed out of the colosseum, the Blue Burrower and Silver Stunner would be talking, chatting about what brought the latter to the valley and why they had interrupted the friendly tournament. The question would lead Steel Chair Knight on a pretty long story. A story to be told another day.

[girlboyburger]

had an identity crisis, prime time for a slight sona redesign!

it's cow! (again!)

+ a closeup because i'm really proud of the eyes

[kociamieta]

i made a little interactive story about a spaceship and its passenger, you can read it here: passenger9027 ^_^

[wasyago]

so, would you?

nothing important under the cut, you don't need to look haha

[bleed-more]

I made some silly little doodles of the boys while doing some cartoon-style studies <3

[tigsbitties]

rough height chart for my own personal reference

[medicalunprofessional]

never change, man !

[deoidesign]

I'm so mad that post was misinformation because there is actually an EXTREMELY important conversation to have about the production schedules artists are forced into. There's no need for exaggeration, the conditions are bad.

I work for webtoon. My publication schedule is weekly. While publishing I'm required 10-15 pages a week. Fully colored.

This means I'm finishing a 150 page fully colored graphic novel every 10-15 weeks.

When my comic is not updating, I am not getting paid. Any time writing, editing, or off is out of my own pocket. I don't get healthcare. They do not provide any assistants. They expect me to promote myself; they chose to deprioritize me before I even launched and gave me an end date half a year in. I never had a chance.

And this is the industry standard! Every company has artists forced into crunch hours, overtime, and burnout. Artists are literally dying early due to it. So many of my friends can't afford to go to the doctor.

It's unsustainable and untenable, and it's also the expectation our audiences have.

If we want to have this conversation, there's plenty of conversation to be had with the realities of the situation. It's bad as is.

[ruporas]

feast (ID in alt)

[httpiastri]

lando norris x reader, 18+

"i'm bored."

lando's head shoots up from below you. your head is tilted to the side, gazing out the window as if you can't be bothered to care about the man between your legs; as if anything, even the gray skies outside, is more interesting than this.

but you're just pretending, of course.

there's no doubt in the way that your body always trembles under his touch, or the way that your cheeks grow hot when he just looks at you. he may be slow and careful, taking his time with his touches instead of rushing into things, but he's never been boring to you before, and he sure isn't now.

"what?" lando asks, frowning. he's a bit confused – after all, you were the one who called him up half an hour ago, begging him to come over – but he's not completely sure he believes you. he knows the effect he has on you. "you're talking nonsense."

you shake your head slightly. "no, this is boring..." you mutter, letting out an exaggerated sigh. his kisses still linger where he left them on the inside of your thighs just moments ago, and you already regret making him halt his actions.

"god, you're so bratty."

your eyes dart back at him. there's a teasing grin on his lips, and his fingers on your thighs suddenly make themselves known again. one thumb draws circles into your skin, as the other hand moves up to swipe just along the edge of your slit. "i- i'm not." the instability of your voice is clear to lando, and it's easy for him to take notice of how your legs have tensed up in just a moment. "i just... want you to..."

your eyes flutter closed when one of his fingers makes contact with your clit. "hm? what do you want me to do to you?" he increases the pressure, casually circling your bud as your hips buck up slightly. "for you to feel less bored?"

"you- you've said that-" a whine escapes from your mouth, not able to form your sentences when he's teasing you like this. he notices and slows down his movements to let you speak. "you said that you like to make my eyes roll," your eyes find his the moment you open your eyelids. "do it."

he cocks an eyebrow at you. "alright, then." his lips trace down from your stomach to right above your core, kisses still feathery yet carrying more purpose than before. "your wish is my command."

[plutonicbees]

cassie sandsmark star jorts from issue #23 of yj98 you have always been famous to me

(before pic + additional photos and unnecessary ramblings under the cut)

I made these jorts in 22 hours over the course of 3 days! pure willpower via my love for cassie sandsmark because I am a total novice in sewing and i am still not very good at it. (i really just combined various tutorials and improvised on measurements and then regretted improvising measurements later on).

I thrifted these jeans last year for cassie vibes (even though I had already made her star-spangled red bellbottoms at that point) and wasn't a fan of how they fit + I couldn't figure out how to style them. I enjoyed sewing in the panels to flare them out and then everything else (cargo pockets and sewing in stars) was hell <3

the pockets are not placed well (nor are they particularly well-made), the hem is uneven, the stars are quite janky (and I think I stitched on too many), I probably stabbed my fingers a million times, and I am so in love with them

[omegasmileyface]

im so fucked up. theres a scene in The Restaurant at the End of the Universe (the sequel to hitchhikers guide) where zaphod is rummaging through the ruins of a long-destroyed city on a lifeless, abandoned planet, looking for a way off, and he stumbles upon the crumbling remains of a spaceport, and miraculously one of the crafts is still intact, and there's still a quiet hum of power going into it from a connected cable, and it's making a quiet noise. so he rigs up a makeshift stethoscope and listens, and there's a PA system saying something like "we are very sorry for the delay. we are currently waiting for a restocking on lemon-soaked towlettes, for your hygienic and culinary pleasure. in the meantime, we will be serving coffee and biscuits on the deck." and he finds the remains of the arrivals/deparetures board, translates the dates and does a little math, and discovers the delay has been 900 years. spooky, yeah? but he goes on the ship, hoping he can get it flying, and it's perfectly well-functioning and an android flight attendant comes out and tries to force him to sit in the seating area, continuing to apologize for the delay. and when he gets to the seating area, every seat has a person in it. long-haired, long-nailed, and completely silent, but very much alive. and another android comes out with a tray of coffee and cookies, and all of the people wake up and start screaming in agony as she gives them their snacks. zaphod is terrified, so he runs to the control deck and locks the door behind him, and he finds the autopilot computer, which repeatedly tells him to return to the seating area, and he eventually convinces it to talk to him. "have you seen the planet?" he says, or something to that general effect. "there's no civilization! you're not GETTING a lemon-soaked napkin shipment!" and the autopilot says "the most likely path to us receiving our shipment is to wait until another civilization develops on the planet and they can deliver it. so we have put the passengers in suspended animation, and we wake them up once a year for coffee." and then? and then zaphod's friend who he was looking for shows up and the plot carries on and they don't say another word about the ship (at least, as far as i know from my place a couple chapters later). thats it. some classic Space Horror Of Grand Proportions, a doctor who plot, a twilight zone plot, an scp article, an asimov short story— that, when a ship ran out of a luxury amenity and didn't get it fulfilled quickly, the autopilot ai decided that, regardless of plentiful fuel and safety, the ideal way to deal with the situation is to suspend the lives of all of the passengers, waking them up once a year, until a new civilization could evolve around them to produce napkins— and it takes up about two pages total before being put aside completely!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

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