#the EDGE (affectionate)

[velociraptrix]

[coldgoldlazarus]

One of those truly perception-altering moments in life is when you discover that underneath all the memes and silly copycat OCs and sheer amount of Ow The Edge, Shadow the Hedgehog is genuinely a really compelling and interesting character when done proper justice to.

And then subsequently from that, the realization that yanno what? A black-and-red hedgehog on a motorcycle with a submachine gun (and inexplicably cocking it like a shotgun) is actually, genuinely, unironically awesome as fuck.

[arschbiene]

palate cleanse doodle

[hapalopus]

Cannot get over how whimsical the academics of the Edge Chronicles appear. The only major is meteorology. They all wear funny hats. Their names are either Bingus Scrungly Blorbo or Lord Emperor Quanticum Saxophraxicunt. They have wizard robes and staffs for no reason. They live on a floating island.

And they are the most classist sexist racist (have you noticed pretty much all academics are Fourthlings?) imperialistic assholes imaginable. I'd call them homophobic too, but I mean, they let Cowlquape become Most High Academe, and we all know that boy is so gay he can't even see straight when Twig is near.

[plutobutartsy]

revisiting my ranger and claire designs :3

didn't draw ranger's dumbass hat because i believe in selfcare amen 🙏🏽

ID in alt and below cut <3

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Image 1:

A digital drawing of my version of the Ranger from the thighs up. She is portrayed as a darkskinned black woman with a short and chubby build. Their ginger hair is straight and falls past their shoulders with their edges styled in small swirls on their forehead. They have dark, well defined eyebrows and a flat wide nose. Her lips shine with a thin layer of lipgloss and she is covered from her face down to her arms in freckles.

Image 2:

They are wearing a park ranger uniform that consists of a dark green button up with short sleeves and a pair of beige khaki pants. Their gaze is directed down at the clipboard they are writing on in concentration.

A headshot drawing of my version of Claire Greene from a 3/4 view. She is portrayed as a lightskinned woman with blonde curly hair gathered up in a high ponytail. Her brown roots are showing. She has heterochromia, making her right eye a deep green and her left one dark brown; both have dark circles underneath them. Her cheekbones are sharp and her nose is long with an aquiline look to it. Her eyebrows are bog an wide but slightly patchy. There are three deep scars reaching from over her ear (past her hairline) down through her left eyebrow, across her cheek and ending at her jaw. Lastly, she has a dark beauty mark above the right part of her lip.

In the drawing, she has her head slightly lowered but is still looking up at through her lashes with an angry/annoyed expression.

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[madstronaut]

WIP WRITES RIGHTS NOW! I SAID WIP WRITES RIGHTS NOW

blahblahmaster rant list link blahblah dont look at me

PSA when you only just discover a moot is a prolific writer you run to read all her writing and comment in excruciating detail cc: @gemmahale

blorbo x named oc fans, this one’s for you (it’s me, im talking about me)

please see below a random and incomprehensive ramblelist of my stream of consciousness as I sampled from gemma's works:

Feylands WIP

I find the content warning tags extremely titillating (also I have not seen such a prolifically well organized tag list AND color coordinated to boot like gemma’s blog???? putting my outlook inbox/work docs/excel sheets to shame!!!) and I don’t even read/like fae stories (yes I never read ACOTAR and I don’t plan to anytime soon, I missed that booktok ship, most likely cos im not on the tikky tokky as the children like to say, i watch the reposts on instagram like a proper mlllenial)

Josephine’s heart pitter-pattered at the compliment, heat climbing up her cheeks as she mumbled a thanks, their eyes locking again. 

🥰🥰🥰NOT THE PITTER PATTER

my inquisitive ass is already like “what’s gary’s real name” and “hearing aid = soap b/c of all the damn bombs he blows up?” “but i headcanon gaz with freckles, maybe it’s gaz? gaz = gary?” “or maybe ghost = gary?” GEMMA GIVE US WIPS I MEAN HINTS PUT ME OUTTA MY MISERY

Call of the Wild WIP

I love the little note gemma included about this being inspired by @deadbranch (shoutout to branchy btw my beloved) - honestly floored at all the beautiful fic/headcanon/drabbles/askfills ive read that are the brainchilds birthed from love for other creators’ brainchildren

also equally floored at how many of writers here are like “this incredibly layered/moving/tender/spicy/nasty fic came to me in a dream”

also SUBVERTED TROPES SUBVERTED TROPES SUBVERTED TROPESSSSS

Kyle cleared his throat, shifting his stance. “She prefers to be called a wolf.”

AHAHAHAHAHAHA GODDDD THIS WAS A ZINGER

“Please!” Kyle called back, face half covered in shaving cream.

i need fanart of this right fucking now let me, i mean shannon, sorry oops but haha..unless? finishing shaving you bby

and FUCKING ROACH IS IN THIS FIC HOLD ME BACK OR YOU *WILL* GET CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE OF ME TEARING APART THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE BECAUSE MY BRIEF HYPERFIXATION ON ROACH IS BACK WITH A VENGEANCE FROM THIS SMALL SNIPPET AND IN THIS 500 PG DISSERTATION I WILL-

also THAT PROLOGUE APPETIZER SLAYED ME

“The way I see it, you’re fucked either way. You don’t make it out of here, you’re fucked. You become mine, you’re fucked - but in the good way.”

this + the mention of bulge + damp cheek definitely brought a visceral IRL memory for me (affectionate/horny)

also sidenote: it’s the little things that matter and gemma i see you gurl and salute you - incorporating things like hearing aids, mentioning roach is HoH/using sign language, shannon using a shower cap for her curly hair - 😘👌

Corporal Distraction WIP

holy MOTHER OF FUCK THIS SHORT LITTLE EXCHANGE IS FUCKING HOOOOOOOOOT

The captain moved closer to her, gently lifting her chin up with his finger. “So you’re the bird that’s got my sergeant distracted.”

“Sir?”

“Been trying to figure out what’s got Gaz so twisted up lately. Figured it was a partner, didn’t think it was a Corporal under him.” He didn’t release her chin, now holding it between his thumb and finger. “Has good taste, at least,” he muttered, eyes shifting to the Lieutenant, who only huffed in response.

any premise that fucks with/frustrates/sleep-deprives soap has my heart 🥰

Flowers From My Love WIP

the bit where they discuss the casserole perfectly encapsulates each of the boys imho - price grunting out a response, soap eagerly asking about the food (such youngest of the group/im baby vibes), gaz picking up on the note and name/# left, ghost grumbling and ofc he fucking HAS to bring up manchester- 

and the MOODBOARD!!!! God I fucking love when writers flesh out a bit of their worldbuilding with related art, moodboards, face claims, etc etc etc i WILL lick up every crumb from the floor like a starving doggo- fun fact, one of my first interactions in cod fandom was requesting a moodboard from @the-californicationist (also shoutout to cali my beloved)

and PEPPER THE SERVICE DOG OH MY LORD PLEASE GOD IF THE 141 MEN CAN’T BE REAL LET PEPPSY BE REAL PLEASE GOD IF I HAD TO ASK FOR ONE THING FROM THIS CURSED HELLSITE-

Palace Hallways WIP

my mind blacked out at artificer soap and knight kyle and druid ghost - I also just finished a campaign with my homegroup IRL not too long ago and we’re taking a long break before the next game while our DM preps and this is making me miss playing with them ;-;

Edge Dressing WIP

KATE KATE KATE KATE KATE KATE that’s it that’s the tweet

“She did, did she?” Kate murmured, scratching at Letty’s scalp and smirking as the woman went boneless against her.

yes only natural, i too would also go boneless if laswell was scratching my scalp and giving me a massage mommy? sorry. mommy. sorry? mommy. sorry?

Embroidered Secret WIP

if someone told me a year ago when I wasn’t into regency shows/fics that reading some COD AUs - yes fucking CALL OF DUTY, the military propaganda first person shooter video game - would change my mind - well id be more shocked than if someone flashed some ankle at my victorian pearl clutching ass

also please i love every single trope listed here

141 Studios WIP

“Our sweet soft girl Samantha (plus size rep ftw!) finds her niche quickly as the resident camgirl - creating a new set of films called "Tip of The Tongue", where she (and others) commentate on the scenes being filmed in a behind the scenes way.”

fuck i would read an entire multiseries for this premise alone???

Crew scramble around to clean up the sweat and cum streaked across the couch to reset for another scene.

fun fact - i briefly interned as a PA in college and one of the producers i worked with mentioned offhand that he once rolled up to a set that was cleaning up after a porn shoot and claimed they were rolling away literal barrels of lube 👀

“You the new girl?” His voice was deep, rumbling like stones cascading down a mountain.

NEW GIRL, OLD MAN, BLUE BIRD, CLOWN WITH A BUCKET HAT, I WILL BE ANYTHING FOR YOU PS!SIMON

A Protege’s Trust WIP

The most titillating tag of all..an empty one! lol jk im just messin with ya gemmy but actually yes i don’t see any posts with this tag

Museum Muse WIP

ahem you already know my rabid thoughts on this but noticed this new post re: multiple timelines and tbh do I know what’s going on? absolutely not - do I want to dive into this museum muse multiverse regardless? absolutely yes

Brix WIP

Re: “If it’s a story about learning to be loved again after a series of devastating losses, can that story then end on another loss? (And should the epilogue soften that loss by allowing them some sort of reprieve?)”

YES! i need to be in a certain mood to read angst but GOD WHEN I AM IN THE MOOD DOES IT HIT THE SPOT/FEEL SO CATHARTIC

also re: these comments - “Also, a bit of catharsis for my shitty experience working in the orchard industry.”

“It's less of a love story and more of a healing story. It's also a bit of a middle finger to the orchard that nearly hospitalized me. 🙃 (It's healing not only for the characters lol.)”

i find these types of fics are some of the best ive read when the writers have IRL experiences bleed into their writing - just has a certain je ne sais quoi about em

also i could be knee deep in sewage sludge and if i sensed soap within a 1 mile radius i would throw myself at him, brb busy handforging a trophy for annabeth for having enough willpower to continue working while JOHN SOAP MACATAVISH WHINES ABOUT WANTING TO COP A FEEL

Squeamish Stitches WIP

✨GLITz!!!! ✨fucking love this name

“God, I’d die here a happy man,” he grumbles into your thigh as you adjust your balance. 

His hands wrap around your calves, grunting as the treads dig into his shoulders. “No, between your legs.”

Ghost interrupts. “Keep it tactical, Sergeants.”

THE FUCKING BANTER? GHOST COCKBLOCKING GAZ? FUCKIGN SCREAMINNG

Useful Girl WIP

you had me at “we gonna get nast-ay kink-ay” and also got strong “secretary” with maggie gyllenhaal + james spader vibes 

also i had to look up ‘brown bottle flu’ as i’ve never heard that term before! ✨i learn somethng new with fanfic daily✨

She felt the breeze as the door opened behind her, the whiff of cigar smoke and cologne causing her to shift in her seat and sit up straighter.

if you’ve ever smelled/heard someone before you saw them it is *quite* the experience

“It's the prickle of the mountain's oncoming storm. It's the flapping of the flag in the howling wind. It's the explosion of lightning hitting a tree, splitting it open, part charred and part living - two states diametrically opposed to each other. It's the sigh of relief when the clouds finally part and the rain pours out. It's the breath of fresh air when the storm dissipates and everything is left clean.

It's yearning so hard for something that it leaves one fundamentally changed when they achieve it.

...I really ought to make moodboards for this fic. 😅”

this was an incredible fucking paragraph to read, fucking poetry right here, also incredibly erotic? though that might just be leftover brainworms in my head from watching shogun and a scene where one of the main charas describes an orgasm as “clouds parting after rain” 

Highland Tartans WIP

She reached her hand into his wool, petting him. “He comes from a good line and all, he’s just young.”

MacTavish laughed, sliding his hands to rest on his waist. “Aye, young and dumb. I know the type.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

PLEASE GOD GEMMA

I CANNOT CHOOSE FAVORITES BUT SPARE A THOUGHT FOR MY FREE TIME AND WORK HOURS WHEN YOU POST MORE OF THESE AND AT LEAST SPREAD THEM OUT SO I CAN KEEP MY JOB AND PAY MY BILLS INSTEAD OF GORGING ON YOUR WRITING

anyway to sum up i am fully convinced the multiverse lives inside of gemma’s brain because goddamn i am convinced once day some god-tier epic space opera multiseries is gonna spring out fully formed like athena from the gemmamind (yes I compared you to zeus, a mythical god, deal with it)

[glamfellens]

i miss gale and his nerdy finger gestures he uses to illustrate a point hes making

[pricemarshfield]

first chapter DONE. EDITED. NOT posted bc i haven’t figured out a summary i’m happy with but that will take less time than editing the whole thing did lmao

[rocicrew]

discuss

[trash-heappe]

[askamnesiamoonjumper]

me after editing the aau prologue for the bajillionth time

[feyd-meowtha]

New chapter of 'a pain that I'm used to' tomorrow I promise!!! Sorry for the wait everyone 😭😭😭

[herecomesthesol]

When I wake up, I'm afraid Somebody else will take my place

Afraid - The Neighbourhood

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@lizardthelizard Holding out your boy tonight ahaha woops!!

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

Unstoppable force (knowing Susie is a complex character with nuance who is done DIRTY by the fandom and genuinely deserves not to be just a villain with no redeeming qualities and instead have her other traits explored) meets immovable object (I REALLY love villains with no redeeming qualities I LOVE when characters can just be evil PLEASE let them twirl their mustaches and vivisect the hero it’s the best thing it’s enrichment. Evil is the highest compliment I can give a character I love you villains)

[anakinh]

finished rebirth. chapter 13 was wonderful. chapter 14... all i have to say is bad concept, cool boss fights. although i would've liked it more if they gave me some warning that i had to use all of the characters, cait sith included. fuck in cait sith. every time...

also, the conclusion for aerith's Whole Deal seems like it was the writers being too cowardly to conclude definitively and is waiting for the fandom's reaction before finalizing it in part 3. which wouldn't be a problem if they just stuck to the og. anyway, fuck this ending and see you all in 2028.

[frauleindermorgen]

@justices-blade sent:

Time on the run means beggars can't be choosers— But with both feet firmly on the Monastery flooring now, days passing as peacefully as he's known them, that's no longer the case. This may be no land of milk and honey, rife with its own struggles, but being able to choose between the whole wheat bread with the sunflower seeds and the white fluffy loaves cut into slices in the morning is a luxury he scarce would have thought of just years before.

Edward likes the meat pies, hearty things, or nutty pastries— Though, those are hearty too, aren't they? Micaiah knows he likes those, too, her watching him just as he watches her; Or maybe she just knows, as she tends to know. He doesn't mind. He doesn't mind, especially not when it comes in the form of skipping to the cafe, or sharing meals, or being presented with a delicious birthday cake. He reads Nolan and Leonardo's letters, too, combing through the words, watches Sothe slink off with his lunch trays. Watching, learning about all of them, really, how peacetime makes them soft. He turns the people he loves about in his hands, in his mind, and they continue to glisten in ways he's never known, in ways he will continue to love.

So what does she like? He's known a lot of things about Micaiah, the first frissions that appear in her composure, the things that make her laugh, where she likes to linger when she's tired or, the way she gives and gives and gives, always. But what's her favorite flower, animal, food?

Maybe he has a good idea of the latter, at this point. In the kitchens, the smell of butter, olive oil and garlic fills the air as Edward tilts a hot pan, shifting its contents, idly sucking a burn on his ring finger. Tomatoes and onions slosh in response, behind him at the ready: Basil, thyme, cheese... He's no master chef, but he's picked up one or the other thing, and he's not too chicken to scoot out of his comfort zone. Give him a moon, and he's sure he'll be frying with the best of them.

Another burn (hot!), an eager invitation and a hand playfully tugged along later, there's oodles of noodles stir-frying alongside the sauce, finally poured—carefully, don't smear it—into a shallow bowl to serve, garnished a pinch of shredded leaves, basil stuck alongside. Edward steps back, observes his work— And grins. Looks delicious. Smells delicious. He sneaks a noodle from the main pan. Tastes delicious! That's right, take that, a measly few bowls of pasta could never defeat him! Plates are piled along his arms, secure despite everything, spiriting the dishes out of the kitchen and onto the table in front of Micaiah.

Knowing her, she might have seen this coming. Even if she hadn't, she probably smelled it. He hopes the star-shaped novelty noodles still delight her.

Honestly, he just hopes-knows she'll like it, and he can make it better every next time he does this.

A salad bowl's the final dish placed before he flings his arms up, cheering. "Happy birthday!!!"

Micaiah spends the morning of her next birthday early outdoors (and for once next is a word she thinks of with deferential wonder rather than terror; for these celebrations Fodlan have given her ground her in even the sharpest of this land’s terrors), reading in the greenhouse and out in the courtyard

(Inside her satchel is a carefully wrapped journal she looks at throughout the day, copying from it into her own notes. Other books brought with her are ones from the library on plants and stars).

Toward midday the smells from the kitchen have her move closer to the rose gardens. She takes tea there, after having snuck into storage with the key she had from chores that week and if she sees a certain someone along the way, well, he seems happily enough engaged in his work that she doubt he minds.

There are no secrets here, no need for them; queen she may be but without Yune she realizes she is so very human. Just like every other laguz and beorc. She had not thought it a gift at first, but a loss; now, things are different; part of the notes stretched out in front of her are the names and birthdays of her dearest people and she knows she is not the only one who keeps track of such things.

She sighs and breathes deeply of bergamot and thinks of being among and alike.

The sun is her companion as much as ever but she swears the rays shine brighter for her when Edward greets her, the smile of accomplishment on his face is all the gift she’d ever need - but pulled along as she is, her stomach does growl at the clever blend of smells and the chatter of her dearest friend.

“Eat with me,” she insists between a mouthful, it comes out choked (hot! He did so well with the spices, Micaiah was unaware she even liked these but, yes, she loves them), and already there is a glass of water waiting for her. She drinks it down than splashes some playfully Edward’s way.

“Or you can just watch me, I suppose,” she says, taking a smaller bite this time and letting the satisfaction show fully on her face, “but keep me company will you?”

There will be more times like this, in Daien, perhaps not with the same spices (but she will see about talking to Queen Nailah about her stock) and not with the same amount of sun shining through gilded windows but there will be warmth. In the land of snow and crags where they were born Micaiah knows with Edward by her side, there will always be that.