#still working on these

[fistfulofgammarays]

The Hierophant - Alliance, captivity, servitude.

[quarzy]

i know the most banger mephinite playlist already exists but i also made some :)

alt, metal, etc version:

cw: suggestive themes, loud

softer(?) version:

[nea-art]

Indigo Knight

[mirandemia]

Huevember 2022 

 Day 8-10

[strangefable]

oooooh can i get "werewolf 2" and/or "micah and faith" please? :D (--direwombat)

"werewolf 2" is the second werewolf AU, because yeah, I've got two in the works for Micah. The second one is more nebulous, mostly stray notes and thoughts that wouldn't work in the first werewolf AU. I'm just a sucker for werewolves, can't ever get enough, and I like a variety, so why not do more than one?

"micah and faith" is an early attempt at me digging into Micah's character, some details of her past, and how she responds to meeting Faith. A lot of it needs to be reworked, since I've shifted the nature of her relationships with the Seeds significantly. But I'll add a snippet under the cut, since this bit, at least, is still fairly on par with Micah as a character. There's also a little bit of her relationship with Grace in here, too.

The first time Micah walked near the mist coming off a Bliss container as she made her way into the Henbane River region, she knew the people there were in deep shit. She recognized the powerful hallucinogenic effects immediately. She resisted the gut impulse to step deeper into the mist and forced her feet backwards. She forced a cough from her throat, ignoring the voice seething in the back of her head, wishing for a bigger taste.

This was exactly the sort of shit she used to search for, the kind of high she was always chasing. The kind of high she'd weaned herself from and didn't want to fall prey to again.

She kept telling herself that.

This Faith Seed had a powerful tool at her disposal. It wasn't any surprise to Micah that she was converting people to the cult with drugs like this. Few people would recognize it until it was far too late, and even the ones who could see it coming might not be strong enough to withstand a steady onslaught.

Micah knew she'd have to be more vigilant here than she'd been in Holland Valley. With John, she could rest easy. She had nothing to fear of him, especially now that he was wrapping himself around her little finger more and more each passing day.

Faith, though, had a finger already resting on a trigger Micah didn't want anyone to know about.

She nodded to Grace with a cocky smile. "That shit is killer. I see why you warned me."

Grace gave her another one of those 'no shit' looks that Micah was beginning to find oddly comfortable. She liked Grace's toughness and her short fuse. She knew exactly where she stood with Grace, and she didn't mind that it wasn't some smaltzy buddy cop comedy between them.

They continued on, looking for their next fight. Micah was ready to bring some trouble to this part of Hope County. Destabilizing the cult's infrastructure was a big job, and it would take a lot of traveling and quick thinking, but Micah was enjoying the fuck out of all of it.

She felt alive. She felt strong and powerful. She felt like she was having real hands-on effects on the world. Things she could fucking measure. Something she could hold up to the light and know was real.

She was less concerned with the specifics than the people around her, but she knew better than to let them know it. All that mattered for her was action. The purpose, the reasons, were all someone else's responsibility to sort out. She just wanted to follow orders and see her hands do some work.

It took a few days of work in Henbane River, but eventually, just as John had, Faith came for Micah at last.

The ethereal clouds, the beautiful smiling face appearing in the midst… Micah let herself go. The sound of Faith's voice soothed her. She grinned when Faith took hold of her hand. Micah didn't want her to let go. Please hold my hand, please… let me hold onto you…

She followed eagerly as Faith led her forward through the Bliss. It was a familiar feeling, one she'd denied herself for years now, but with Faith there, she didn't want to think about her reasons not to rest inside this dream.

[priestessofpaimon-old]

Fischl's Playlist

Playlist fit for a prinzessin!

(Albtraum means nightmare so the name reads as "princess nightmare". I think Fischl would have approved)

[w1lmuttart]

The lake town

[epoxyconfetti]

[pirateprincessjess]

When I was a kid my family pretended to get raptured so I would think I was left behind on earth while they all went to heaven.

I was like 8 years old and my sister and mom had gotten really into the Left Behind novels (bible fan fic about the rapture). In the books when the rapture happened the clothes that people were wearing when they got raptured were left behind in neatly folded piles.

One day when I was getting home from school my family decided that they would leave piles of neatly folded clothes around the house, and then hide in the basement.

The intended effect was that I would get home and see the clothes then, think that my family had been raptured and that I wasn’t good enough to get into heaven… or something?

The problem was that I had never read these books, and didn’t really think about the rapture very often. There was no reason that I would see some laundry on the floor and think “The rapture happened and I’ve been abandoned by God! I’ll never see my family again!! Oh nooo!!!!”

I just sat down and watched cartoons and eventually my family got bored and revealed that they were all hiding in the basement.

It’s a good thing I didn’t understand the joke, otherwise that shit would have been traumatic.

[stargoyle]

"This person has a secret onlyfans!" "This artist does NSFW commissions!" "This author writes porn on the side!" I cannot begin to tell you how swag and awesome that is.

[anartificialsatellite]

The older I get the more I admire people who are earnestly, genuinely into whatever their thing is. I know it sounds like an annoying cliche but unless you're being cruel or hurtful there is really no need to be normal about things. The dude with the bad fake accent at the renaissance faire is having the time of his life. The people having photoshoots with their fashion dolls are loving it. The old lady with a yard unreasonably full of tacky ass lawn ornaments is having a blast, HOA be damned.

Don't waste your time being too cool to have fun, y'know?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[crabussy]

hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?

[the-nefarious-vampire]

as an aroace, im particularly dangerous, because i wont fuck or marry. i only know how to kill.

[frownyalfred]

love the idea of the Batfamily getting stopped and searched in the family car on the way back to the Manor and everyone’s tense expecting Jason to be the one packing like twelve guns but it’s Alfred? Alfred is absolutely unbelievably strapped up to high heaven? And he somehow manages to talk to the cops out of arresting him or even giving him a ticket?

Bruce is just standing on the side of the road pinching the bridge of his nose. Jason is grinning so widely his face is about to rip. Alfred’s guns are all sitting on the hood of the car and there’s at least three there that Bruce remembers taking away and destroying. Dick is taking pictures on his phone to send to Barbara and trying not to laugh. Tim has Kon on speaker narrating it…

[aropride]

it's so fucking frustrating to be in college and know everyone uses chatgpt and to be tempted by it constantly while also knowing intellectually that it doesn't work and it's a bad idea. like, i hang out in the library a lot, and i see people using chatgpt on assignments almost every day. and i know it isn't a good way to learn, because it's not really "artificial intelligence" so much as it is an auto text generator. and it gives you wrong information or badly worded sentences all the time. but every week i stare down assignments i don't want to do and i think man. if only i could type this prompt into a text generator and have it done in 10 minutes flat. and i know it wouldn't work. it wouldn't synthesize information from the text the way professors want, it wouldn't know how to answer questions, it just spits out vaguely related words for a couple paragraphs. but knowing my classmates get their work done in 10 minutes flat with it while i fight every ounce of attention deficit hyperactivity disorder in my body is infuriating.