#tba 3

[finnlongman]

Introducing: Moth to a Flame, the final book in my trilogy about a traumatised teenage assassin trying (and mostly failing) to live a normal life in a fictional closed city in Yorkshire. And also in Leeds, as this graphic suggests 😆 Sorry, that's sort of a spoiler for THK...

I figured I'd give you all three of these graphics so you can get a sense of the overall vibes of the trilogy. And so you know why I'm still using this overly cutesy font, because 2022!me made this decision and I guess I'm sticking with it. I know most people use these graphics to label tropes you'll find in the book, but aside from "found family", I'm not sure any of these really count as tropes. (New trope: Yorkshire?) You can also tell I've been getting steadily worse at marketing since 2022. Or maybe better. Who's to say, really.

(Yes, it does annoy me that the arrows for book one go in the opposite direction. No, not enough to re-make the whole thing.)

And if you're wondering what constitutes "considerably less murder"... I tried to track the body count of THK, and lost count at around 50. MTAF, by contrast, has, like ... 3 murders? Very different vibe. THK was when I broke everything and MTAF is where I slowly start putting it back together. This is the Bucky Barnes Recovery Fic of the series. We're talking grief, grappling with trauma, learning to be a person again, finding solidarity with others who've been messed up by the military and the arms industry, possibly joining a support group full of gay communists, and ultimately, realising that sometimes it's not enough to escape, because the whole system needs to be dismantled to stop it from hurting anyone else. I'm terrified no one will like it because they're here for the violence, but it was important to me to write it this way.

It's coming in May! You can preorder it now! And if you haven't read the first two books, you've got a perfect amount of time to buy and read those ahead of book 3's release to minimise cliffhanger agony.

Also: it still contains Esperanto, street art, no romance, an aroace protagonist, and bad life choices. I just figured those were a given at this point and didn't put them on the graphic.

[kstarlitchaotics]

DentBat team up to take down Joker and save Jim

[sling-b]

some oc lore

[mye-chi]

okay listen sometimes as an artist you wanna do warm-ups for aphtober. and sometimes that means crudely drawing that stupid shitpost that popped up in your head (based off this image)

[kirkybabygo]

Some rares of Kirk 🖤🖤🖤

📸: Ross Halfin

[hanakotei]

[seilas]

@bairdsings

silas leaves the echo of a lifeless body hitting the ground behind him as he slowly trudges his way out of the pothole he's spent for the past 2,000 years. bloodied hands stain the walls as they hold onto to steady his gait. he can see light at the end of the tunnel, both figuratively and literally. bright eyes sparkle in triumph before picking up his pace. noting that his lack of equilibrium is merely an illusion brought upon by the fact that he hadn't stood up since, well, ever. as his formerly calcified lungs take in the earned freshness of air, he stares in disbelief and wonder. even a monster as ancient as he can be struck with awe by the trees and newly found liberty. in the distance, light reflects on a silhouette. perhaps another snack for the road? "i need help!" a desperate cry that sounds awfully convincing escapes his crimson stained lips to lure his prey in.

[frecklystars]

a little bit of romance is always good for ratings 😘😘

☆ ̗̀  drawn in October 2022   ̖́☆

[posthumanwanderings]

Armored Core: Nexus - N.Y.O.B. Red Butterfly from: [DJ Mute City - PlayStation 2 DanceMix Vol.1]

[finnlongman]

I'm finishing up the first round of edits on TBA 3 at the moment, and this process has very much strengthened my belief that its target audience is people whose favourite part of the MCU is the post-TWS Bucky Barnes recovery fics and not, you know, actual canon, because that, my friends, is the vibe here.

[the-mighty-het-speaks]

JH 2004

[fellpurpose]

“My fell teacher!”

Selena struck a pose seldom seen. With her hand splayed over her visage, arms crossed over her body, and her leg lifted in teetering balance, her one unobscured eye pierce through the corridor. Finally, I’ve found him. Let’s do this. She played up a convincing smile.

“I challenge you to a duel of the fates! Come, test your malevolent powers against my chosen steel, the fierce Skywalker Saber, its blade tainted by the blood of many a powerful foe! Lo, my prowess has been forged in the fires of Mustafar, from which no soul returns unscathed! Let my blade seek its vengeance, piercing through your defenses in a morbid imperial march! Come at thee, Odin Dark, scion of darkness, whet my razor-edge!”

behold! a fiery-haired challenger approaches, brimming with hubris and folly! such eagerness in the face of foolish exploits....

"ha! not a bad start." he brandishes a hand, more than eager to play along. "but your words resound like the wails of lost souls, seeking purpose in a futile quest. you DARE to brandish the skywalker saber, yet FAIL to grasp its true power! the fires of mustafar may have tempered your blade, but they have also seared away your reason. do you truly believe that a mere weapon, no matter how storied its history, can stand against the darkness that RAGES through my veins? your steel may thirst for vengeance, but it is nothing compared to the SOUL-SHATTERING ABYSS that resides within me. count thy blessings, for i still regard thee as a friend rather than a veritable adversary. were you a true foe, i would unleash untold DEVASATION upon you with but a whisper, shattering your feeble defenses and rendering your saber asunder."

odin chuckles darkly.

"but if this is your wish...then COME, MISGUIDED SOUL! witness the true might of the obsidian darkness. let us dance this dance of fate, but know that your steps lead only to hellish oblivion."

[penumbraoftime]

BEFORE i get back to replies and inbox. i just wanted to say : thank you all so very much.

I have had Drustan as an idea since i was a kid. Ideas about him in my notebooks and in my little journals. I never had the courage to show him to others , irl or online. And stepping into the Zelda rpc was a tad nerve wracking for that reason.

But you all made me feel more than welcomed and i always grin and get so happy about all the love and interactions you give Drustan. And the friendships i am making have deffo brought me out of my funk.

i treasure each and every one of you. I always look forward to reading EVERYONE'S ideas and takes , even if we haven't interacted yet. I adore the creativity and yall are so Brillant and kind.

Tysm , everyone.

[aserpent]

you make your short king jokes and lucifer will tolerate them but his angelic form is roughly the size of the pyramids of old. big dragon/serpent with big wings, claws, and teeth. he's carrying you in his mouth.

[riraro489]

Have you ever wondered what a friendlocke is? Does participating in a friendlocke sound fun? Do you simply want to sit back and watch the chaos unfold from the inside? Well, say no more!

Come join my very own friendlocke on Discord!! We'll play a Pokemon Platinum randomizer on Sundays starting on August 13th :]

[disturbnot]

“Rules”: repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, feel free to add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!

tagged by: @silentchamp tysm i LOVE dash memes :D

tagging: you!!! yes you reading this! i think most of my mutuals have already done this nsdfjkh

THE BASICS

Name: Ash Satoshi Ketchum Age: 37 Birthdate: 22nd May 1986 Species: Human (with a very large question mark) Gender: Cis male Orientation: Gay Profession: Pokémon trainer; world champion (part-time), Pallet House barkeep/line cook (part-time). Chosen one and pokémon whisperer (full-time).

PHYSICAL FEATURES

Hair: Black, reflecting teal hues in some lights. grey hair at the temples. thick, soft in texture. almost fluffy. Eyes: Vivid brown; molten amber. Skin: Tanned, tattooed on both upper arms and his back. Head-scratchingly free of scarring. Height: 6' 1" / 185cm Weight: 220 lbs / 100 kg; built for strength, endurance, and eating one hell of a lot; very muscular beneath a soft layer of fat.

FAMILY

Siblings: None by blood. Raichu is his brother in bond. Parents: Delia Ketchum (mother, landlady of Pallet House), Tony Ketchum (trainer, missing as of winter 1991, presumed dead). Grandparents: Kazuko Toyoshima (maternal grandmother, decased), Siba 'Bruno' Toyoshima (maternal grandfather, fighting master), Zaniyah Ketchum (paternal grandmother, Anahua region guardian), Robert Ketchum (paternal grandfather, deceased as of 1979). Other Relatives: Necalli Ketchum (paternal uncle, Anahuan artist & tattooist), Ella Ketchum (aunt by marriage, Kalia region gym leader), Yolotli Vargas (paternal aunt, Anahuan anthropologist and archaeologist), Ixchel Vargas (cousin, model), Rafa Ketchum (cousin, exploudcloud rapper), Professor Kukui (father figure/uncle, Alolan professor and wrestler), Professor Burnet (aunt figure, Alolan professor), Rei (cousin).

SKILLSET

A legendary pokémon battler, known for his creativity, ability to improvise, and be generally unpredictable; Ash also has a knack for getting completely in tune with most pokémon. Tried and tested wilderness survivor, knows how to mountaineer, build a damn good campfire, and at one point he even knew how to astronavigate before things started getting... well, that's another story for later. Ash is also a passable cook, having been taught by his mother, and although Ash lacks his father's virtuosity, he is reasonably competent at playing guitar and harmonica, as well as having a naturally pleasant singing voice.

Ash has also fostered a whole variety of other aura-based skills and powers, but maybe ... I will keep all of that for its own lore dump. :)

TRAITS

Positive: Kind, independent, curious, generous, selfless, passionate, imaginative. Negative: Reckless, not in control of his emotions, impulsive, lacks self-discipline. Neutral: Defiant, stubborn, deeply sentimental, irreverent, sarcastic.

LIKES

Colors: Ocean blue, deep red, pine green. Smells: Still night air, ocean breeze, woodsmoke, food sizzling over a fire, the electrical smell of Raichu's fur, the aromas of a matsuri late at night, his laundry when his mom does it. Textures: The duvet interior of a good sleeping bag, the ambient buzzing sensation of stroking Raichu's staticky fur, Rapidash fire, Pacalaca wool, Lugia's hide when dry, cool glass or metal, holo-touchscreens, warm fresh dough. Drinks: Water, beer, hot chocolate, Kantonian whisky.

EXTRA DETAILS

Smokes?: Plenty. Drugs: Only weed now. Driver License: Yes, but I don't think he's driven in well over a decade. He prefers to sit and chill in his dad's old car, completely stationary. Been Arrested?: You know it.