#this idea is rattling in my brain

[numerousracoons]

Polyhedron as a metaphor for fanfic actually.

Peter Stamatin ‘I make this thing while black out drunk in the dead of night and don’t know how’

<That’s the fanfic writing process actually

[saints-who-never-existed]

“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets. 

Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”

–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.

[thestuffedalligator]

“It’s really very sad,” the pixie on her shoulder sighed. “She was so excited to be named Lady of the Thaw. It used to be a very esteemed title in the fey courts, you know. Only given to fey of particular nobility.”

“Really.”

“Oh yes. The rank of titles in fey courts are determined by human perception. To be the Lady of the Thaw was to be how humans felt watching snow melt and seasons change. It meant being the joy of seeing winter’s end, the love of spring, the hope of rebirth and sunlight and green things.”

“Mhm.”

“But it was only after she got the title that it was — reduced, somewhat.”

There was something in the pixie’s tone that finally caught the human’s attention. She looked up from the huge, dusty tome. The pixie’s face was a tiny gleam of secondhand embarrassment. “Reduced,” she said. “How do you mean?”

The pixie wrung the hem of its skirt. “Well,” it tried. It stopped. It started again. “The title is tied to human perception, and popular perception around the thaw — it changed a bit over the past century. Now when humans see snow melting, they go���” The pixie tried its best to drop into a baritone. “‘Oh no, the snow is melting already, it’s too warm for January, I’m watching the disappearance of winter in my lifetime,’ that sort of thing.”

“Also dog crap,” said a nastier voice further down.

The pixie scowled at it. “Oh, don’t, it’s bad enough.”

The boggle had scrabbled up onto the desk. It snickered darkly. “That’s what all you humans think these days when the snow starts to melt, isn’t it?” it said. “You walk around and go, ‘Fucking hell, look at all this dog crap. There’s so much dog crap under the snow. Did nobody pick up after their dog this winter? Jesus Christ, there’s so much dog crap.’”

The pixie gleamed pink. “Thank you, boggle.”

“Mountains of the stuff.”

“Thank you—”

“Heaps and heaps, melting with the snow and getting all runny, and you step outside for the mail and—”

“Thank you, boggle, that’s enough.” The pixie had put its hands over its ears.

The boggle grinned. “And that’s what she is now,” it said, sweeping off its hat and dipping into a mocking bow, its voice a low and awful growl of evil delight. “Her imperious majesty, the grand high lady of climate anxiety and wet dog crap.”

“It’s really very sad,” the pixie sighed again. “She’s tried for decades to find someone to switch titles with her, but no one wants to touch it.”

“Or her,” said the boggle. “On account of the smell. Couldn’t have happened to a nicer person.”

[h3lian]

Older Jayce older Jayce older Jay—-

DID LIL COMPARISON—- ouch my heart

[clumsypuppy]

personal character design headcanons + brainrot

Note: the re-bound!au does NOT belong to me, it belongs to @chipper-smol I’m just not normal about it lol

[conderkyl]

I have had the idea for this quick little comic for a while and finally got to it

Basically Jayce walks Viktor home after their initial success with Hextech (and falls haaaard) and then upon going back to the lab realizes Viktors cane is shattered and so he spends all night in the forge and thats how Viktors crutch gets made!

I had originally planned for more panels but this is what I ended up with hope yall like it

[moonshell25]

Trying to figure out how to draw my favorite freaks so i can toss them into an unethical experiment or ten

[zukos-tiny-burnt-ear]

Why don't you get it?

Can't you get it? Understand

They're gonna execute the mother

To elevate the man

[kindest-little-fella-in-town]

trying to figure out how i want to draw them. these two are my favourites

(& rough passes under the cut!)

[chi-the-idiot]

If you haven't noticed I've been in a Disco Elysium phase art-wise (the app announcement and ensuing dissapointment awoke something in me I guess). I have a million WIPS based on this, and in theory this is also part of them (C and Cuno adopted by Harry ftw), but for now have this image that came to me after reading httpsawesome's "Disco Family" series on ao3 (so beautiful I adore the series please read it for the found family fluff).

[new-age-cassandra]

working on Faroeverse comic….how much pain do y’all want? minimum, medium, or maximum?

[sleepinglionhearts]

Kana may, in fact, be named Kana because it is a simple name but also I know where I started, I'm borrowing that name with great respect u___u

[turtle-ly]

thinking about young wukong cherishing macaque - his first friend, his first willing subject/warrior from outside the mountain, the only other one of his "kind" - the way one coveted a treasure. Held him dear, held him close, put him on the softest cushions, draped him in the finest silk, dressed him up with the best garments the world could offer, fed him immortal peaches and wine that nations would go to war for a single sip. Macaque got a share in all the earthly and heavenly pleasures wukong could get his hands on, without lifting a finger if he didn't feel like it (he always felt like it, what's a warrior without a king to serve? but that's for another post). And yet wukong also guarded macaque the way one coveted a treasure - in which the best seals and wards were of ignorance. Held him dear, held him close, so close that for thousands of years the world knew far and wide of the Monkey King's exploits but nothing about the existence of his counterpart. No one could steal from him a thing they didn't know he had. Kept him always in wukong's shadows so the greeds of the world could never touch what's firmly his, so no other light apart from the Monkey King's could shine on his warrior.

The realms only learned of the Six Eared Macaque the day he was lost to the living by his king's own carelessness, and no amount of mourning or picking up the pieces could bring him back to wukong's trembling, remorseful hands.

[writeaboutit]

Feet in the Bathroom Sink

Ellie carries your purse all night long

(Not beta read sorry for any mistakes it’s literally 2 am, I just really wanted to write this.)

Word Count: 1,000

You were in the bathroom sitting on the counter in an attempt to get as close to the mirror as possible. You brush on the second layer of mascara making your eyes look darker; more sultry.

Footsteps sound across your bedroom floor before Ellie appears in the bathroom’s doorway. She lets out a small chuckle at the sight of you while leaning one shoulder against the door frame.

You make eye contact with her in the mirror, “What?” you question her laugh.

“Nothing it’s just funny,” she motions to your feet which are sitting in the sink.

“It helps me get closer to the mirror,” you explain.

She just smiles and pushes off the wall. She closes the space between you two and places a small peck on your temple, “Almost ready? We’re supposed to meet Dina and Jess in 15,”

You nod, “Just finishing my mascara,”

Ellie just nods, leaving you to finish getting ready. ……. You make your way down the narrow staircase. It groans with each step you take causing you to make a mental note to see if Joel can fix that later.

Ellie is sprawled out on the couch. Her head is leaned back against the back of the couch, her ankle crossed over a knee, eyes closed.

At the sound of your approach her eyes open. She sits up, “Ready baby?”

“Yeah, I just gotta grab my coat and purse,”

Ellie nods and makes her way to the door grabbing your coat as you grab your purse off the entry table. She holds open your jacket for you to slip it on and then sneaks a peck on your lips.

You giggle at the sudden movement of your girlfriend. She opens the front door and you both make your way to the car. .…… The music hums over the chatter of the crowd in the small dive bar. It’s off the beaten path so it’s mostly locals that know the place, making it have a cozier atmosphere.

Some guitar solo is playing as Jessie and Dina walk through the doors. You and Ellie already sit in a booth tucked in a back corner of the bar.

You squeal in excitement. You guys and your friends haven’t had a night out in too long. You are going to get tipsy, gossip with your best friend, and slutty dance with your girlfriend before going home to, hopefully, have the best sex and best sleep of your life.

“Baby, watch my purse?” you ask Ellie so you can meet Dina at the door. She nods with a small smile on her face at your excitement.

You practically skip your way across the bar to Dina who was looking for you but now has spotted your thrilled figure.

“Din’s!” you grip her upper arms and begin to jump up and down. She joins in your excitement, the two of you now a jumping laughing mess.

Jessie has already left and made his way to the booth. You look to see your partners deep in a conversation, about what you have no idea.

You and Dina make your way to the bar where you both order beers and make your way back to the table.

Your respective partners look up at you, “Hey Dina,” Ellie greets your best friend for the first time tonight.

Dina perches on Jessie’s lap greeting your girlfriend back. You sit next to Ellie leaning into her side as she slips her arm around your shoulders.

The conversation Ellie and Jessie were having before continues. Something about cars, honestly you have no idea. You tune them out, the feeling of your girlfriend’s frame surrounding you and the warm alcohol settling in your chest leads to a tipsy state of contentment.

After some time you turn to Dina, “Let’s dance,” you stand pulling Dina with you. You two spin around the dance floor for some time. Beads of sweat drip down your spine, your cheeks flushed a rosy pink.

Suddenly you feel hands on your hips. Usually, this would alarm you but you would know those guitar calloused fingertips digging into the flesh of your waist anywhere.

You spin in her grip and Ellie gives you a small smile, “Hey baby, dance with me?”

You nod too out of breath, not from the dancing but the sheer presence of this woman, to verbally answer. You both begin to sway to the slow intimate music, your hands around her knock, hers around your waist.

You lean your forehead to the curve between her neck and shoulder breathing in the comforting scent of her.

You stay like that for some time before your head jerks upright. You look at Ellie with alarm, “Where’s my purse?” Usually, you would be better at keeping track of it but after a night of drinking and dancing with the love of your life, your mind is in a much dirtier place.

Ellie just smiles and lifts her hand from your waist tapping her shoulder. You realize there is a thin leather strap dangling off her arm—the leather strap of your purse.

“Oh, thanks. I can take it now though,” you motion for her to give you the bag.

“Don’t worry about it,” she shrugs it off not minding to keep track of your belongings for the night. You smile. This woman ugh!

You nod before leaning into her ear and whispering, “I appreciate that baby but I think you should give me the purse so you can drive us home, like now.”

You lean back to see a small blush form on Ellie’s cheeks as her eyebrows raise in question. You just nod your head confirming what she needs to know.

“Yo Jess,” Ellie grabs Jessie’s attention who is a few feet away swaying with a definitely tipsy Dina in his arms. He looks up, “Yeah?” “We’re heading out see y’all later,” Ellie already has your hand and is pulling you to the door. You let out a lazy giggle, loving when she gets determined like this.

You hear Jessie’s chuckle from behind you, “You two kids have fun,” You giggle again, “Oh we will,” Ellie blushes once more.

What did we think? Pls send me any writing prompts(I'll do smut but I prefer to write cute fluff like this) I'm running out of writing ideas but I want to keep writing soooo bad!

[flowerakatsuka]

smoke break & a familiar customer

more fanart of @brofightiscancelled & @awittlebabbyboy's postgrad plan au! no matter what, i'll always be obsessed with kara and had to draw his au design. he's so cutes and weighed down by so much regret, i'm absolutely captivated by him.

also, since a certain someone rides a moped, i hope it's alright if they stop by his mechanic shop. 👉👈

[only-lonely-www]

Happy Tachiharu Day!!!! 💛