#thanks for hooting

[hootyhoowoo]

Congrats on 1k! I am requesting my most favourite subject matter: binghe soggy and crying 🥰

It ended up being Binghe traumatized and crying hope that’s okay!!

[nibbelraz]

@hootyhoowoo and I were talking, and they mentioned how smooth box crabs just snatched up a wife and keep them safe under them like this, so immediately we thought Bingqiu

[huntersrequiem-if]

Important announcement.

Hello everyone. I bring bad news.

I am dropping the game. There I said it. It is hard for me to admit this to myself, much less to you all. I could blame a million things - but the simple truth is that even when I have free time I do everything but write.

It's hard to pinpoint the exact reason. It could be that I'm scared I will not do this story justice, or the plot is too hard, or that it is my first IF as someone with little to no experience as a writer/coder. Yes, all of that is true, but the hardest is that I lost all drive for it. I don't even imagine scenes anymore, which pains me to admit.

Frankly, the fact that I continued writing it for nearly two years is downright a miracle. I'm proud of that because I know myself and I had no expectations for the story or the warm attention it received.

I am thankful for your presence over this journey, for all your well wishes and each ask and note. Thank you all.

Maybe we'll meet again on this road - I don't plan to abandon writing entirely. Farewell and may the moon watch over you.

[dodgeball-of-apollo]

I never thought I’d see the day where dnd sold out MSG but here we are, and I was a part of it

I’m so glad that dnd has been such a uniting force that people from literally everywhere came together to chant, watch, and have fun

Thank you Dimension 20 and Dropout, but from the bottom of my heart thank you to everyone who loves Dnd, from the elders who have played since the 80s, to the newcomers who maybe haven’t even joined a campaign yet

Now I’m going to bed

[guardian-angle22]

Anne Hathaway & Nicholas Galitzine in THE IDEA OF YOU (2024)

[librarydilf]

[riza-hawks-eye]

This scene just gets to me every time...

They absolutely needed to put a fake Hooty on that door and yet when Camila points out how baffling this is, they have to acknowledge that they don't even understand the compulsive need to add Hooty to the hideout.

Hooty is an instinct to the children, not unlike the fundamental human need to create religion and to tell stories. He's the need young girls feel to create mud potions in their gardens or to decapitate their Barbies. The need for every schoolchild to draw that same graffiti "S"

The Boiling Isles children need Hooty's presence in a way that they don't even understand.

Hooty has burrowed his way into the psyche and hearts of the Hexsquad like the Owl Tapeworm he is and now they will never be able to go without Hooty.

Hooty is the secret horror movie monster of the show.

(Well maybe not secret.)

[shesmore-shoebill]

Arasha's sweet little "Can I ask a technical question?" Followed by Shayne with his head in his hand because he KNOWS Arasha's got it.... Queen of all time. Arasha ilu

[ricky-mortis]

Howdy hello- guess who made a wings au :)

More to come with this eventually- I’m working on my designs for other characters at the moment, but for now we’ve got Red-Tailed Hawk for Curt and Eagle Owl for Owen.

For DMA I had Barn Owl wings because a) Barn Owls are beautiful and I wanted to draw the wings for them, and more importantly, b) Owen would probably want to disguise his wings, and it would make sense if it was as a different type of owl. I just assume he’d dye his feathers in some way or another. Look- just don’t think about it too much.

[tsunael]

wolcred week |  1. 'the first.'

They all knew it was coming. Either their brightest star would claim the last of the Light, or the Light would claim her.

What were they to do but careen to their inevitable deaths? He had sacrificed one lamb for another, and now a third was to be laid upon the butcher's block. How many must die so that another might live?

He would not forget the sight of the woman before him, holding her outstretched hands aloft as the curtain of Light parted one last time to reveal the night sky in all her glory. Menphina smiled down in a smirk of a crescent for their efforts, and just as she had appeared, was the curtain drawn once again.

He didn’t need an aetherometer to see that Tsuna was suffused– the aether was thick, cloying enough to be seen. The ewer of her body failed to contain it, finally splitting at the seams for a means of escape.

Their ascian friend dealt the final blow. The Exarch, in his well-meaning duplicity, left for dead. And then Tsuna slumped to the ground, just as lifeless.

He ought to be angry– furious– for Urianger’s joint deception, for his own empty hands, or for the cards Sister Fate had dealt them time and time again, but the queer feeling roiling within him was not one of anger, but of fear. He stood there, powerless, shaking to his core whilst the twins rushed to Tsuna’s aid alongside Ryne.

Even Minfilia could not wholly extinguish the Light– she could only freeze it in time– and as Ryne sank to her knees beside the supine woman in hopes of doing the same, he could only watch in abject horror.

“Give her room,” he barked, though the twins were undeserving of his ire as he approached. They still took a collective step back.

Brilliant white blood readily trickled from Tsuna’s nose, and by way of her laboured breathing it was evident that she was being torn apart by a force of which a layman could not hope to see. Something within Tsuna was stirring, whether it was brought about by her own will, or by Ryne’s suppression, he couldn’t know.

It began first in her hands as they twitched and grasped for purchase, then her spine as it coiled. Her eyes snapped open, hungry and searching, as she lunged for the Oracle’s throat in hopes of supping upon the wellspring.

Thancred fell to his knees, wrestling the woman onto her back as an inhuman screech tore from her throat. “Don't stop!”  he cried out, harsh with concerted effort. There was an unnatural strength burgeoning within her tiny frame that even as a man grown he struggled to contend with, and if Ryne did not finish the ritual, it would swallow them whole.

Ryne was shaken, but nothing if not determined. The power flowed through her once more, and Tsuna’s struggles came to a head. She thrashed upon the ground against his weight, spitting blood, and gnashing teeth. She would bite her tongue if it kept up-- he could barely hold her steady long enough for Ryne to work in her magicks. 

“In our lifetime, please!” 

"I'm trying!" "Ryne made a frustrated growl of effort as a bead of sweat rolled down her cheek. The very aether about them seemed to compress, tangible enough that even he could feel it become leaden as it coalesced.

Tsuna cried out one last time, waning to a whine as she pushed wildly against his arms, seizing. Her legs writhed as if a sudden, great pain knifed through her. And then all was silent. 

Ryne immediately flagged, catching herself on the marble. Her power had all but been exhausted whilst he held the aftermath limp in his arms. Y’shtola and Urianger had begun to crowd about, to inquire, to plan, to move, but all he could do was hold the small woman in his arms, and pray to the Twelve, unseen, that the Light did not break through once again whilst their last bastion was too weak to hold.

“Ryne,” he called, softly, intently. Apology was writ together in his tone. “Are you all right?”

She nodded, though he knew she waned, looking close to tears from it all.

He swallowed thickly, realising he shared in the sentiment. 

Adjusting Tsuna’s body in his arms, he felt just how cold she had grown. They needed a chirurgeon's assistance, and to get off this Godsforsaken rock, but more than that they needed a miracle. His hands would not stop trembling.

“Ryne, you know that I would not deign to ask a favour of you.” He breathed for a long moment, hanging his head low in penance. “Gods–” He swore. “You have to help her. I– We can’t lose her to this.”

Ryne stared back at him, having caught her breath, eyes wide, and glassy. She was searching him for something he couldn't know.

She opened her mouth, before aborting the question. Finally, she pursed her lips, looking uneasy in a way that only managed to make him feel worse. 

“I’ll do what I can,” she whispered, and he had no choice but to believe.

[seabiscuits-us]

all half things

rating: E

chapter: 2/2

word count: roughly 9k (too lazy to check exactly)

preview:

“I’ll get your finger off your chest when you calm down so we can figure out what to do.”

“‘We’? There’s no we, Rio. I think you’ve helped enough.”

“Fine,” Said Rio, not moving, not pulling her finger back. They made eye contact and held it. From her periphery, she could see Agatha’s teeth scrape against her bottom lip. Her throat bobbed. The air in the classroom was suddenly very thick, “Go figure it out on your own, I’ll stay out of your way.”

“Fine, I will,” Agatha spat back. Either Rio’s ears needed tuning up, or her voice was a little strained, “And you’re uninvited to watch a movie. Offer rescinded forever.”

[hootyhoowoo]

Finished scum villain sticker cheebs I will be distributing at a con I’m going to this summer :3 so happy to have these finally done!

[nibbelraz]

Had fun in magma yesterday!! I went ham with the skin

[huntersrequiem-if]

Important announcement

Hello, everyone.

I wanted to take a moment to share an update with you all. After much thought, I’ve made the difficult decision to put this project on hiatus for the time being. I’m not sure exactly how long it will last, but life has been demanding a lot more of my time recently, and it’s become challenging to balance everything.

Due to my current financial situation, I’ve had to take on longer hours at work, leaving me with little time to writing. This has unfortunately affected the quality of my work, and I don’t want to give you all a rushed project. I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to return to it once my schedule lightens up.

I will also be closing my Patreon for now, but I want to thank everyone who has supported me so far.

Thank you for your understanding, and I truly appreciate all of your support.

[giggly-squiggily]

hello i'm still a thing around these parts ✨

PFFFT- 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 REY! OH MY GOD!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🫂💖 I’m cramping up and just laughed so hard my uterus kicked me- but it was so worth it 🤣🤣🤣💖🥰🫂 This tickled! This tickled my soul! 🤣🥰🫂💖

What’s the show you’re watching? If it grabs my attention, I’d be more than happy to make content for it! (And if it doesn’t I’d still love to hear your thoughts and rambles about it cause having you swing by in my inbox is always a great day 💖🫂)

[rad-roche]

now that the dust has settled a little i will say back when the tv show came out i did think it was pretty funny that i got some horrified asks about its tone vis a vis how cynical it was and i didn't reply them because i'm conscious about not like, accidentally or unintentionally singling people out, especially over something as silly as a tv show, but you gotta understand. this is a noir blog. i write noir. this is not a genre famed for its optimism. in dead woman walking new vegas is mentioned, once, and it's called 'nova roma' because the legion won. almost every named character is dead. i swing by just at the very end to do that with one sentence and dip, in the last chapter, after brutally killing a main character. like that's the tone i operate in. it's totally fine not to dig it but i was pulling my collar a little seeing people light up my inbox over the show's tone when it's considerably lighter than the stuff i make