#I'll come back to this tomorrow

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 (soon))

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #lan wangji #Yungmeng Jiang training arc AU #I wanted to try out a different paneling style for this one - sorry I'm a day late! (there will still be a post tomorrow to keep on track) #The original 3 panel comic idea was fine but the point of this new schedule was to take time to push myself a bit more. #I was taking a look back through some comic artists I felt inspired by #and I really loved how Lynda Barry fills her gutters with patterns and doodles! #Obviously I'm not going as absolutely wild with it as she does but it was a great exercise! #I truly think the gutters are the most important and most overlooked part of any comic. There's lots going on in that space. #It's the same with timeskips. The implied movement between moments that we don't see changes depending on how wide that gap is #You're here for the funny tags so here's some that ties this time talk together: #I think LWJ was thinking about that second note from day 2 but it took him 7 days of hazing to commit it to paper. #I think he sends it a day later and immediately regrets it. Chasing down the messenger and everything. #You know if something actually happened to his brother he would never ever forgive himself for putting the bad vibes out there. #Third time skip was the hardest because there was so many possible flavours of jokes here. Day 8/9 was a personal favourite. #day 14 was also funny (week by week). I think the debate on 'how long does lwj take to catch feelings' is more or less: #'how long does it take for him to arrive at a particular stage of grief and yearning (and awareness of it all) #This is a symphony. There is an act by act structure. Every day he is fighting to keep his old sensibilities. He is losing so badly. #(I'll be returning to the main comic soon but there is more of this AU to come!)

[monstrsball]

ok i'm literally thinking/typing abt this as my friend gives me a stick n poke tattoo so like forgive me if this is incomprehensible, but like. genius kageyama teaching hinata waterbending, and thus replacing suga, a self-taught bender as hinata's mentor. that's some GOOD stuff. also that can pull in the sokka&katara dynamic from the show. suga as the one whose supposed to be taking care of the younger kids but who has an equally mischievous side (sokka) and kageyama, prodigy bender, mastering the art in an incredibly short time (katara). sokka&katara's dynamic in the original show is absolutely precious and i would LOVE to see that in this au !!! idk man but what if i rewatched atla for the sole purpose of coming up with ideas for this au.

yes!!!! exactly!!!

i wasn't even thinking about how this can pull in the sokka&katara dynamic but you are so right. sokka&katara's dynamic is like... one of my absolute favorites in the original show so i would also love to see it here.

i think suga would very quickly become the older brother to like... all of the younger kids in the au but especially kageyama bc they have being waterbenders in common. their upbringings are different and kageyama is more talented than suga but there's still a kinship there.

omg what if you did?? i would welcome all of your ideas. what if i continue my rewatch for the same reasons??

#hq atla au #but its 4 am and i feel like if i try to say more on the subject it won't make any sense rip #having lots of thoughts about suga and kageyama in this au... #i'll come back to this tomorrow #please feel free to send more asks about this... anyone

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

rough day...

#i might come back and color this. Eventually.... #scribbled this after a busy day of lots of moving things into storage and hauling boxes around #i felt a bit like a workhorse! #at some point i sat down on the uhaul w/ my water and thought. Wow. How Does Eddie Manage #poor guy deserves a break... #he needs a day off smh #i mean the neighborhood would fall apart w/o him probably but still. he needs a vacation! #he works too hard! someone tell him to prioritize himself for once! #scribble garnish #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home fanart #eddie dear #alrighty well its 12 am i need to get up in less than 6 hours and i still have Several Things To Do before i can sleep! #so! queuing this and getting those last chores done #wait fuck. what where they #well! i'll remember when i get up to do them! probably! #yknow 7 hours into tomorrow's drive im gonna be like OH FUCK I FORGOT THE [insert task here] #oh. shit did i eat dinner? hm... im not gonna be ready for breakfast when i wake up #so i might as well add 'quick cup of noodles' onto tonight's Before-Sleep list.... #im rambling! sorry! #anyway i have Much affection for eddie! somebody get him a spa day and some shiny new stamps!!!

[fernsensei]

i'm finally feeling better!!! here's victory v1

#top 10 female protagonists in videogames #i love her shes sooo cool #i think my head is messing with v1's and mirage's characters but eh. its my blog i do whatever i want #the bee #b e e #i also love the colours i've picked for this one. i hope i'll love it tomorrow when i wake up. cause it's 2:37am now #anyway i've won anxiety and i hope it won't come back for second round on monday #v1 my beloved #v1 ultrakill #v1 #ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #ultrakill fanart #art #i've stolen the quote from a doom meme i saw last year. i can find it but i won't

[azu1as]

dumb atla fanfic idea: None of his royal tutors nor Uncle Iroh had prepared him for this kind of situation.

Which is why Zuko found himself at a complete loss when a small, blind girl approached him, poked him in the chest, then said, "You. Me. Life-changing field trip."

Or how Toph is thrown back in time and single-handedly ushers in an era of peace, questionable methods and otherwise.

#this has been in my notepad for the longest time #the og dumb atla fanfic idea actually #atla #avatar the last airbender #zuko #toph #zuko and toph #dumb atla fanfic ideas #had to make this my 1000th post #never shared this before bc i wanted to finish writing it but yeah HAHAHAHA #the urge to commemorate was stronger 👍 #i'll come back to this tomorrow with my usual random additions ᕕ ( ᐛ ) ᕗ

[bara-izu]

It's 1 am and i am en route to make something very cursed....

#bg3 #sims 4 #im sad i downloaded a bunch of cc but only half of it worked so i'll have to come back tomorrow to get astarion's hair #and do the height modifiers correctly

[expelliarmus]

#mine #doctor who #dwedit #christopher eccleston #billie piper #HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEW WHO!!! #hello friends!!!!! i disappeared for 2 weeks to go on holiday #but now i'm back and i have to go to work tomorrow #and my birthday is coming up on wednesday #i'll be... 31....... #i ordered these cake rolls for my birthday and they look very cute and delicious #oooh!! but i was excited to see they announced that multi platform story thing #AND i can't wait for the big finish 60th anniversary stuff to start coming out #OOH AND TASKMASTER IS BACK the day after my birthday #VERY exciting #anyways i hope you've all been well!!

[yang-innie]

I.N ♡ 특(S-Class) show music core 230610 fancam

#stray kids #i.n #vocalrachasource #bystay #userlau #usersemily #userbeepls #dreamytag #melontrack #usertsu #chrissygifs #every day I come on here and just make giant gifs of him smiling #i'll be back with more tomorrow LOL #<333

[autism-calzone]

🎶Chicken man (chicken man) Chicken man (chicken man) La-la la la-la la la la-la la🎶

#today on uh oh my type's showing FKGBDFK/ #i MISS HIMMMMMM ohhhh feel like pure shit just want him back/ #ok ko #lord boxman #...kaio's here too but not enough for the tag lel/ #i am 100% gonna draw my blorbos interacting btw. like come ON boxman would so run peppibot factory with an iRON TALON/ #ALSO PV......... i have not forgotten his husband- i'll prolly draw him tomorrow <3/

[punkeduppirate]

LOOK WHO’S GETTING OUT OF THE CAVE TO WATCH GOOD OMENS 2

#things been so depressy lately ill just sneak out from life now to watch my happy show #i'll dedicate these 2 days to watch wml #FINALLYYYYYY #I'll be free from spoilers tomorrow ig i'll be back here again #txt #CAN I GET A WHOO MFS #THE TIME HAS COME #AAAAAAAAAA IM BACC I FINALLY HAVE TIME TO WATCH IM SO EXCITEDDDDDDD

[sagau-my-beloved]

Death At The Hands Of A God

Warnings: general sagau, imposter au, light descriptions of violence/gore, you die/are killed (by Venti), angst

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It seemed as if the rain was particularly heavy, almost unusually so as it fell in sheets, occasionally catching the light of the moon, making it look no different than strands of silver.

That should have been a sign, the rain, the fog, the agitation of the weather. Mondstadt hadn't faced a storm this bad since before their current Archon, even the winds of Dvalin paled in comparison.

Venti was so ignorant not to pick up on the clues laid out before him by his own nation as he trudged through heavy rain, his bow at the ready and a sinking feeling in his chest.

He would never say he disliked the rain, despite what unpleasant memories linger in the back of his mind from those times. But everything carried a harsher weight when was faced with his current task, one assigned to him by no other than his creator.

Venti stopped to rest a moment, leaning against a tree for partial coverage, though it did little to shield his already soaked clothes. He felt something heavy and unpleasant in his chest as he reflected on the situation, an unshakable sense of wrongness, one that clouded his mind and dulled his senses. You were what he was after, you who posed a threat to the divine order simply because of your face.

He thought back on his creators’ honeyed words, a sickeningly sweet tone that he had never heard them use before, not that they very commonly addressed him at all, which made this particular summons out of place, a mixture of excitement and worry bubbling in his chest as he walked through their temple. To kill someone impersonating them, that is what they ordered him, hinting at the possible consequences his nation may face if he didn't comply with the utmost enthusiasm, the threat of which rang particularly loud when faced with what they had done to other nations in fits of anger.

He knew deep within him that this wasn't remotely justified, that he might as well be punished alongside you if the crime was simply stealing a face. If only you chose to look like another human, or even an Archon, he would have taken your mimicry of him as a complementary. But alas. Those feelings were pushed down and covered by the vow he made to his nation, one born of nothing but love and a promise for a brighter future.

Venti had considered alternatives, confronting you with your motive, begging you to make yourself scarce, making his own judgement on your reasons and framing his response accordingly, but those were all fleeting thoughts, quickly pushed away as soon as they arose. He couldn't get attached, he couldn't afford to think of you as human, and he certainly couldn't afford it getting back to his creator that he failed them.

He had heard about your existence from other sources, apparently being so bold as to walk directly into Mondstadt. You weren't met with pitchforks and torches, his people were more civilized than that, but the hostility was as sharp as a knife. You had left of your own accord after having no luck obtaining food or a place to stay, he had only heard after the fact from gossipers drinking late into the night, the faces of which were forced into his mind as he once again thought of his creators’ threat.

Venti was pulled from his thoughts due to a subtle noise, one almost unnoticeable through the heavy onset of rain, but it was there. A branch and a pile of leaves, something big enough to break them, and no one in their right mind would be out in this weather, except...

He swallowed what little apprehension he’d not already buried, reverting his mindset to something it had been five hundred years ago with the quick draw of his bow. The Archon saw you in the distance, just as soaked as he was, clothes tattered and foreign, scared. A quick death was the least you deserved, one free from suffering, and maybe your next life would be more forgiving.

He aimed for your head, a clear shot even now, but it seemed the moonlight that glinting off his bow caught your attention as you quickly turned your body to face him in a defensive stance, eyes wide, fearful, as if you could see what was about to come to fruition.

Your mouth moved, only fragments of the noise it produced were carried to him, broken syllables and muffled notes the very wind urged him to listen to.

You had said his name.

Venti faltered before the arrow released, for the first time in centuries, its' path no longer as steady or sure as it had been.

It hit your throat.

Venti's legs were moving before he consciously realized, forcing his body to where you fell, as if collapsing in on yourself, until he could finally see you clearly, drenched in rain and golden liquid, mixing together indiscriminately as they soak into the ground below.

There was a feeling of shock, which developed in his throat first, spreading evenly throughout the rest of his body, as if it were in his bloodstream. He looked at your terrified expression, a pained and now lifeless one, holding only fragments of the fear you felt.

What had he done.

Venti felt himself fall to his knees, hands immediately going to where his arrow lay firmly lodged, feeling for a pulse in an act he knew to be worthless.

"No. No, n-no— no. Please!" His voice cracked as his mind caught up with what his eyes were forcing him to behold.

You were the divine creator, Teyvat's one true God, and he had—

No. He couldn't even think it, the word that was on the tip of his mind carried nothing but pain, anguish and insufferable heartache, the likes of which he hadn't felt, well since...

Without thinking, Venti wrapped his arms around you, laid his head on your stomach, forced his eyes closed, and prayed. For your return, for forgiveness, and if not for any of that, then simply for a form of retribution.

He hadn't realized he'd started crying, tears and rain alike falling from his face onto your form, pooling at his eyes until the world around him became harder and harder to see.

The position you both rested in was not unlike that day long ago, forever etched in his memory and resurfaced through reflections.

Was this simple his fate? To find himself holding in his arms the corpse of someone he loved so dearly, over and over again. Was it written in his very being that all good things would be torn violently from him with little care to how it left him shattered, scrambling for the pieces of what little piece of mind he had left.

There was no coming back from this, no form of atonement. He could feel the shackles encasing his wrists, invisibly tying him to this moment, to where you had stood alive moments prior. His days of living freely died with you, forever encased in the space between where your souls had briefly met, and it was no more than he deserved.

It was only a moment later that your body was gone, dissolved into the stardust it was born from, slipping through his arms and carried by the wind that no longer obeyed him. That didn't stop him from reaching desperately, gasping and clawing at the air for what remained, heart in his throat as he begged for mercy, for anything but you depriving him of your vessel even after death.

You couldn't really be gone, not fully, you who so powerfully morphed this world from willpower alone, who disappeared for an infinite stretch of time only to descend again. Even if your vessel may have been no stronger than human, your soul was as old and powerful as existence itself, it would linger on in whatever form it had existed before, watching, waiting.

He would be ready for when you decided to give this world a second chance, he would wait an eternity and more to see your face again and repent a thousand times over, bear any hardships in the time between only to fall to his knees in complete acceptance at whatever you deem an acceptable punishment when faced with your light again.

But first...

It seemed as if there was a loose end to tie up, a deceiver bearing the ultimate sin, one much more deserving of his arrow, and one that would suffer a fate worse than death in your name.

Venti roughly brushed the tears from his face, eyes darkening as he shakily pulled himself from his knees, feeling as if his body couldn't decide between flying or collapsing.

His ‘creator’ would soon face all the fear and pain that was forced upon you, the wrath of a god who had lost everything for the second time, a goal he planned to pursue till his dying breath.

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin venti #sagau impostor au #genshin angst #my attempt at imposter au cause why not #I didn't realize there was like no dialogue until editing whoops #kind of set up so that I can do a part 2 where you come back and we get that fun dynamic #don't know if i will tho #also hi #it's been a minute #how you guys doing #school sucks that's how I'm doing #despite that I'll probably be posting another oneshot tomorrow #not as sad thankfully #anyway yeah this was more just a self challenge to see if i could do imposter au without breaking the characterization I've got going rn #luckily he's just so full of trama that i can make constant references to that to help tie things together #anyway lantern rite how we feeling

[akiraal]

he got arrested :/

#reemerging a month later to post another random fanart of my 90s au that builds slower than my skills in drawing #which is saying a lot because I still have no idea what I'm doing but hey. now it's colored! #brought to you by: my stubbornness. its 2am rn and I have a night shift tomorrow so I have to get used to staying up til dawn #I know the lines are messy and its /a lot/ but I just cant do simplified anything. hopefully I'll learn later on #btw this scene is supposed to be in the very beginning. right as he comes back from being drafted - he gets into a fight. as one does #he's not gonna get charges though. it's the post-soviet-type chaos we're talking about. that's also why the jacket is too big on him #I think the colors are weird but thats what you get when you dont learn color theory ig #voltron #vld #keith kogane #voltron legendary defender #keith vld #my art #brother 1997 #gonna hide under a rock now. bye

[a-wondering-thought]

something something, i'll always be enchanted by people gathering through the blur of the crowd to watch that someone playing their music in the city as the music echos through the streets with the sound of their craft, whether its a young teen trying out on their guitar trying to share what they can do with the world, or older folk reliving the dreams of their youth through the flow of the instrument, they are under the tunnel in the dim flickering street lamps, the young creating memories of their first days as a musician playing for a crowd whose faces they cant recognise or the old coming back to the roots where they first began and made those very memories under the tunnel with the dim street lamp, it wasn't flickering back then, but the moonlight still shines down just past the entrance to the tunnel, and the older joins younger because one day the young will become the old playing the sweet tunes of their youth

#did i write this at eleven at night because im filled with nostalgia for a place i've never known and people i've never met?? yes. #so that is why this is not coherent #i apologise profusely #however i just *had* to get this down or i'd lose it #haha isnt this so funny because i disappear for a day and then i come back with this?? #okay im going to bed now #i'll post this tomorrow #wait no i'll schedule it #sam screams into the void #O'wonderings of writing #musician #this was also me playing Ella Fitzgerald on loop #phshshshhshs #and laufey #dark acadamia aesthetic #poetry

[xiaq]

What was your relationship with HP in your childhood and what did it mean to you?

Warning: long answer is long.

I read the first HP book when I was 10. It felt like coming home. I was a deeply awkward, anxious kid dealing with bullying at school. I felt wrong and out of place and like everyone except for me had a manual for how they were supposed to navigate life; without the manual I was certain I would never catch up.

Books were a fucking haven. And THIS book. This book was about a kid that I empathized with so much. Except he's bullied and feels out of place because he IS out place. He's meant to be somewhere better, with people like him, who (for the most part) treat him kindly and with respect. And suddenly he's able to make friends and excel at his studies, and he settles into this fantastic world where he fits, and he's bright and likable and he has a purpose. It was just. God, it was everything I wanted for myself. AND there was magic and a train and a cool castle.

I think the first two books were already out when I started reading and I read the rest as they were released (re-reading them all multiple times in between). The friends I did manage to make also adored the books. I went from "playing Harry Potter" on the playground to writing fanfic to going to midnight book releases and meeting up with friends to see the movies as they started coming out. The final book came out shortly after I started high school, and the final movie came out when I was in college. I went to that midnight showing with a good portion of my friends and we all cried like babies at the end. Because it was over. This thing that had sustained us for so long. This thing that marked our childhoods.

You have to understand that Harry Potter-related expectation was a constant for the majority of my life. Since I was in elementary school there was always a new book to look forward to every year or so. And when the book series was completed, there was the next movie to look forward to. And then it was over (and with such an unsatisfying epilogue). That's when I really got involved in fandom (outside the fic I wrote amongst friends in a the group journal we kept and passed back and forth during studyhall, ofc). And fandom was the most accepting, glorious, place for an anxious queer kid just starting to come out of her shell as college afforded her the freedom to realize that maybe the very narrow (private Christian school k-12) concept of normalcy she'd been afforded until that point wasn't entirely accurate. And it continued to be glorious. I went to cons and got merch and put my House in my online dating profile and 3D printed custom HP cookie cutters and joked about having a HP themed wedding some day and my friends and I loved our nerdy little world that made us happy. Until Joanne ruined it.

And I'm honestly not trying to be dramatic, but when something has been so intrinsic to your life and your social circle and even, to an extent, part of your identify, it's fucking devastating when you find out the creator of that thing is a bigot and actively using her platform to target people you love. I stopped supporting her (buying books/movies/merch etc.) a couple years back, and I was content in embracing the concept of Death of the Author (or, as I've previously termed it, "we've killed the author and are now rifling through her stuff to keep the good bits and throw out the bad"). But now, in light of her continued escalations and the recent TV series announcement, and the conversations I've been having with friends (particularly Jewish and trans friends), I do mean that the very concept of Harry Potter is ruined for me. My, now decades, of nostalgia just...aren't enough to supersede what feels like an irresponsible attachment. Before, I wanted HP's social presence to live on in spite of and without JK Rowling. Now, it's becoming more and more apparent that the entertainment industry is going to squeeze as much money out of the HP world as possible which will, by extension, continue to give her a platform and money with which to actively support her shitty dogma.

So. Here I am, too sad to pick up my HP books for my annual summer re-read, or start the new fic a writer I love has just posted or open the document to work on my own HP fic. Which is not at all a condemnation of folks in fandom who ARE able to keep reading and creating and loving the world while thumbing their nose at her. I just can't right now.

So I'm stepping back and blocking the tags and ignoring the show and trying to let other worlds consume me.

Anyway. That's what it meant to me. Sorry for the tiny violin moment but your ask made me sit down and confront the fact that I'm dealing with an extremely weird sort of grief I haven't ever encountered before.

#I'll update SSS tomorrow and put it on haitus #sorry for folks following me for HP stuff #I'd love to come back some day #the tiniest of violins #jk rowling #harry potter #sigh

[skyward-floored]

wait omg does IAU Twilight have the tapetum lucidum thing where his eyes reflect light?

As a human?

...I think he does a little bit. Just enough to make pictures a little difficult and to scare the heck out of his parents if he wakes them up in the middle of the night

#twilight: *standing in the doorway hoping his parents will sense he's there and he won't have to wake them up* #time: *half asleep and seeing nothing but glowing eyes* majora come back tomorrow I'll fight you but not at 2 am #answers from the floor #anon #incredibles au

[mylittleredgirl]

great news for mylittleredgirl survival enthusiasts: i stopped taking that stimulant med today and now at 5 pm i can finally sit up without feeling like my heart or eyes will explode :) unfortunately not taking it also means the severe fatigue is back so i don't want to sit up anyway. still a net positive i suppose.

#trying not to be devastated about this!!! #how am i going to survive the in-person work upon me #starting with: how am i going to both get dressed and walk from the parking lot to the office on the same day #maybe i'll try a half dose of the med tomorrow and split the difference :/ #a doctor suggested i consider another partial leave so i can budget energy for things like Take Walk and Buy Grocery #but like come on. i can't be that coworker again. at that point can i just die in a pile of leaves #just gonna put off that option for a few weeks and Somehow make it thru until one of my colleagues gets back from overseas #the symptoms