#There'll be more in the future

[zaacoy]

Very rushed value practice before I sleep!! They are vibin'

#I feel like my lack of understanding of contrast/value holds my work back a lot #If time allows there'll probably be more pieces similar to this in the future as I learn and practice more #I like to think that freenoodles is the kind of couple that is very casual #Like date wise they don't need to go to some fancy restaurant or go on a special all day trip or anything #They just hang out and enjoy the other's company #I like to think that their version of dates are just finding a quiet comfortable place and then talking all day long #+picnics or “romantic” dinners together #(pigsy cooks a majority of if not all the food) #(they call them romantic but it's literally just like a normal dinner except it's just the two of them and maybe there's a candle lit) #They're just very chill and domestic in my head idk #freenoodleshipping #lmk freenoodles #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk #lmk tang #lmk pigsy #Zaacoy art💫

[hayscodings]

svetlana yevgenivna + text posts (1/?)

#this was fun there'll probably be more in the future #shameless #svetlana yevgenivna #veronica fisher #kevin ball #Isidora goreshter #shanola hampton #steve howey #shameless text post meme #shameless mine #shamelessedit #my edits

[villainii]

Villainii’s 3k Celebration: ➤ requested by milfkakuzu

“If you keep talking, I am going to kill you.“

#naruto #kakuzu #narutoedit #narutographic #fyanimegifs #dailyanime #akatsuki #naruto shippuden #*gfx #animanga #animangaedit #*3kcelebration #akatsuki ☀ #there'll be more kakuzu content in the future #🥰

[nerevarswritingstuff]

Sinker (Albedo/Reader) Pt. 3

Two days to plan out a line of questions, a schedule, and requirements for what is expected of Albedo’s assistant—perhaps he shouldn’t call them his assistant just yet, actually. They’ve yet to sign anything or finalize it. Hmm… perhaps just Painter will do it for now. Nonetheless, those two days seemed to go by much faster than expected. 

The short interaction with them already told him much about their personality. A gentle soul, as easygoing as the river, and quick to catch on certain cues. He’s grateful they didn’t fall into small talk during their first meeting, as so many try to ‘break the ice’ before getting down to business, and that is something he really has no time for. He values getting straight to the point of things, especially since he was always so busy with experiments or his art.

With the gentleness, there was also a sharpness in their eyes he caught the moment they stepped into his lab, taking in each detail of the room before they took in every detail of himself. He knows the feeling of being read by someone before, it’s nothing new. Yet rather than try to read him to search for any reason to disprove his theories or find a negative quality about him, they looked at him as if trying to paint his image—no matter what characteristic, be it positive or negative, they could find. Trying to capture his true, full image in that singular moment.

What a curious feeling, to have such sharp yet gentle eyes look at him in such a way.

They truly are an interesting individual.

If they were to become his assistant, he feels a large workload would already be removed from his shoulders. Perhaps they could teach him the complicated mess that was social gatherings—the concept always escaping him.

But he digresses. When checking the clock, he puts up his alchemical equipment for later use and goes to meet with Painter in the main hall of the Headquarters.

He catches them standing within the main hall, ten minutes early, staring at their painting of Jueyun Karst. Rather than wearing their paint-covered overalls and collared shirt, they were dressed in more traditional Sumerian clothing. Their tunic stopped just above their knees and was left open at the sides below the waist-line, the design simple but charming. Their trousers were wide at the waist but narrow to a cuffed bottom at their ankles with a simple pair of shoes. They still wore their hat, their Dendro Vision clipped on and shining a brilliant green.

His curiosity for that Vision in theirs hasn’t gone away. In all his time in Mondstadt, he’s never seen someone have one. He’s seen all other elements, but Dendro? That one has eluded him, and he finds himself wanting to find out just what they can do with it, what limits it has, what limits they have with their abilities.

But alas, all of that is for later.

They turn to him as he approaches, smile easily falling to their face and holding out a cup to him. “Coffee—two creams, two sugars. As per your request.”

He returns the smile, taking the cup and sipping it. Just the right amount, perfect. “Thank you. Shall we?” They gesture for him to lead the way, and so he does. Down the hall, one left, one right, fourth door on the right. He opens the door for them first, stepping in after and picking a chair that sits across from them.

Once seated, he pulls out several sheets of paper and lays them on the table, setting his coffee aside. Down to business. “Sucrose has already informed me of your lack of understanding for alchemy, but that will be no trouble. If you would like, I’d be willing to show you a thing or two about it should you wish to assist me in any of my experiments.”

“I don’t see an issue with that,” Painter leans forward, sipping at their own cup of coffee, “My knowledge of alchemy is equivalent to none, but I’m willing to learn—or hold things for you while you experiment.” They chuckle.

“You needn’t worry, I have faith in my ability to teach you, and faith in your talent and ability to learn.” He taps his pen on the paper. “Now—the base requirements for a personal assistant would be to help me run errands, scheduling appointments… technically household management as well, however that category is not necessary.”

He pauses, looking at them to see if they had any questions, but they remain silent. There’s a look in their eye that was calculated, as if they were already planning several steps before even coming to an agreement with him. They gesture for him to continue, and so he does, “My main requirements for this would be to assist me in communication with clients or staff or getting deliveries done. If I am to be truthful, socializing is a tiresome skill I hold little grip on.”

“Is it because you’re too busy to socialize?” They hum, their smile not faltering. “Or something else?”

“Ah—you see, I truthfully find conversing to be a waste of time. Many try to fall into small talk or nonsensical rambles that I simply have no time for, but… admittedly, do not know how to get out of as I do not wish to be rude.”

“Hmm, I see. So you like to get to the point while others like to ramble beforehand, which essentially wastes time you could be spending on experiments?”

Hmm. Seems they are much more perceptive than Albedo gave them initial credit for. If just these little hints were enough for them to get that much from him, he wonders how much more they can get from other people that are more difficult to read.

“Yes. It is… an odd situation. I do not mind the company of others or watching people interact, and I enjoy assisting others during events, however I do not enjoy having to sit through conversations that I hold no interest in. And with the workload I always have, maintaining relationships is a very tiresome deal—the amount of effort needed to maintain it can be… quite stressful.” He sighs, brushing his hair from his face. “Every time I meet up with old acquaintances, they have a deep desire to try and ‘catch up’ with me, when it is wholly unnecessary.”

They nod along. “I can understand that. Socializing is a slippery slope, especially since everyone is so different from one another.” They make small gestures with their hand as they talk, “You see, some people require a lot of attention and are always seeking some kind of gathering. Or they just can’t stand having, say, a week without talking to a friend of theirs. Meanwhile there’s others, like you, who don’t mind sitting in a room full of people so long as you’re not feeling obligated to talk to them all, or who could go months without talking to a friend but still care dearly for them, even after so long of not seeing them.”

They regard him now, raising a brow in question. “Am I right?”

Amazing how quickly they can gleen so much from so little. Perhaps from past experiences? Or watching others? Curiouser and curiouser… “You have a sharp eye and a keen understanding of relationships, it seems.” He writes that down, saying, “You are correct, though. I enjoy the friendships I have, however some of them are much more tiring to keep up with than others.”

“Mhm, it’s difficult to find people who can match the rhythm you’re playing. Some days they match completely, and other days they don’t match at all. I also know how it is, because—to be honest, I’m the same way, hah,” they laugh, taking a sip of their coffee.

“The same way, you say?” He tilts his head in their direction to encourage them to continue.

They shrug, saying, “As a painter, I’m required to go to a lot of different locations—depending on what my client wants, or what I want to do for a personal project. I’ve had friends who craved almost nonstop interaction despite my busy schedule and have had to explain to them multiple times that it’s not as simple as they make it seem.” A sigh leaves their lips, playing with their cup.

They continue speaking when he nods for them, “It’s also exhausting when you’re given very little time to yourself and have to give it to others. I learned the hard way to set my boundaries from the start so the point is made and no more of my time is wasted.” They sip their coffee. “Some don’t like that, others don’t really care, and then some just—ugh—cannot stand that I have my own life and can't keep entertaining them.”

“You certainly make it sound like it’s exhausting. I suppose I’m fortunate that I’ve yet to experience such a thing.” Albedo breathes out, a mixture between a sigh and a chuckle. He is really grateful he hasn’t experienced it. The worst he’s had to deal with was Klee when she felt overly clingy on certain days. Painter sure makes it sound like more trouble than it’s worth.

“It’s not that bad once you find a nice group of people you trust and are comfortable with. Then the worst part is the clients.” Their shoulders drop, letting out a sigh and say, “I’ve had to learn that slippery slope of social interactions with them because oh, one wrong thing said and a client will just—decide to cancel their commission despite me already being halfway done with it.”

They roll their eyes now, smile faltering as they let out a scoff. “They often forget to read the fine print of my contracts saying that I don’t do full refunds if I’ve already started a painting. I’ve lost count how many times people tried arguing with me on it.”

Interesting. Very interesting. Albedo takes some notes, side-glancing them as they finish off their coffee. They think for a moment, before telling him, “How are clients on your end? Are they as bad as mine, or…?”

“They aren’t as bad as yours, judging from what you’ve told me,” he chuckles, tapping his lower lip with his pen. “Most of the time, they simply do not understand that finding the answer to their question, or getting satisfactory results for an experiment calls for time—it can range from days to weeks to even months for some. A simple explanation is enough for them, though there have been some, much like your clients, that cannot fathom why I haven’t produced results for them within a timely manner.”

Painter rolls their eyes again and laughs—somehow it sounds both bitter and amused. “But you’re the great Chief Alchemist, how come you can’t conjure a ten foot tall golden statue of Barbatos himself with just a wave of your hand?”

Quickly catching on that they were simply telling a jest, he lets out a soft laugh. “You’ll have to forgive me, I’ve yet to discover how to conjure just that much gold. Perhaps within the next few years, I’ll be able to produce more satisfactory results.”

They snicker, covering their mouth. Albedo flips through his papers, feeling the tension in his shoulders relaxing. They seem to have this uncanny ability to understand how people work and feel—an empath, perhaps? They get the feeling of the room and try to accommodate for it, either by matching it or gently coaxing out a more relaxed atmosphere if it’s too tense. A valuable talent to have, if they are to speak with several of his clients or co-workers.

He’s letting his mind wander, however, time to get back on topic.

He taps his pen on the paper—a habit he’s never been able to rid himself of—and clears his throat to get their attention. He says, “As my assistant, you would be required to speak with these clients to get details of what they require from me for their project, or if it would coincide well with my desires. I don’t take just any job that has to do with alchemy, for there are certain aspects I hold no more interest in. However, it is not to say I’m unwilling to work with them—I am willing to share whatever findings I already have made with them so they may use it for whatever project they have.”

“Sounds fair to me. When speaking with these clients, would you like me to schedule appointments for you as well to make sure you and them can fully discuss what is needed of you from them?”

“Yes, I can make sure to have a note saying to contact you first before trying to reach me—as I prefer to not have my experiments interrupted by anyone. They can be, ah… quite volatile and require the utmost care.” He writes down some more notes, before remembering himself, and asking then, “Do you have any questions before we continue?”

“What days would you need me, or is it going to be on a more ‘I’ll call you when I need you’ basis?” They take their hat off to fiddle with their Vision, adjusting it, before putting it back on their head. “This is mainly to make sure our schedules don’t collide, because I will still be taking painting commissions, though most likely smaller ones, as I’m assuming being your assistant will require more attention?”

“Unfortunately, yes. You do not have to work on any holidays if you wish not to, however—be it Mondstadt holidays or Sumeru holidays—and you will not be required to work on days that are considered a day of prayer. Otherwise, your workdays would coincide mostly with mine.” He laces his fingers together, fully regarding them now. “My schedule is strict, but I can make adjustments so it’s more compatible with yours.”

They wave their hand and shake their head. “There’s no need. I don’t really do the day of prayer stuff, and there’s not many holidays in Sumeru that require you to take the day off. Otherwise, I can work from around… say seven in the morning to seven in the evening at the latest, but if you need me for longer than that, I can do it.”

Twelve hours or more is a lot for one person to work, especially as a personal assistant to Albedo. Even Sucrose didn’t work that many hours for him. He says, “That’s quite the amount of time to work, are you sure you wouldn’t wish for a shorter time-frame?”

They offer a shrug. “I don’t really have much going for me outside of painting or combat practice. I personally don’t have an issue, unless you do.” Their eyes roam his face, searching, thinking. “I offer these hours mainly because I’ve never been an assistant to someone, so this could fall to a lot of trial and error, and the hours could be there to ensure work gets done on time rather than a day or two late.”

He taps his finger against his knuckles, eyes roaming their face, taking quiet note of the more prominent circles under their eyes. “While I am not saying you can’t, I do not wish to take advantage of this opportunity and work you to death.”

They nod, putting their index finger to their chin in thought. “A fair point. So how about this—while we do this trial run, I’ll work the hours I offered, and if I’m starting to feel the fatigue, I’ll let you know, and we can work out a more reasonable schedule for me.” They tilt their head in his direction. 

“Very well, that sounds agreeable.” He writes it down. “It is also alright for you to skip a day or several, so long as I’m given a warning in advance—as a fellow artist, I understand how demanding the field is, and I can only imagine how much more demanding yours is as a painter.”

“It is extremely demanding,” they laugh, “but thank you. I’ll make sure to let you know the minute something or someone tries to throw a wrench in our schedule.” They hum, looking thoughtful, then ask, “As a painter, I’ve had to travel to many different places to get my paintings finished, will that be the same for your alchemy projects?”

“Hmm, yes and no. I have a lab up in Dragonspine, as that is where I do most of my experimentation, as it’s much safer to do certain ones away from populated areas.”

“And because no one wants to trek up a frozen mountain to find you?” They ask, humor shining in their eyes.

Albedo lets out a breathy chuckle. “Ah—well, it is a mixed bag. Dragonspine and I have… history. It’s a nostalgic place for me, and I find myself able to focus best when there. It is simply an added plus that not many like walking along the frozen wastes to try and rope me into a project I hold no interest in.”

Painter looks him over, their eyes roaming over every detail of his face and posture, taking in every aspect, no matter good or bad. It never has nor will it ever be the first or last time someone’s looked at him in such a way. Even so, an unconscious feeling to guard himself from their scrutinizing gaze overtook him. His shoulders squared up and his pen went tap tap tap against the papers.

“Okay,” they say, “well then, I’ll be sure to tell any annoying clients or young alchemists that if they really wanted to hire you or tell you their findings, they can get their snow boots and start walking.”

“I’m sure they would be very happy to hear you tell them that.”

“Yes, I’m sure no insults or items will be thrown my way at all.”

Albedo and Painter share a laugh and Albedo is regarding them again. Their posture remains lax, though there’s a certain squareness to their shoulders that gives them a guarded feeling. Their smile is easily placed on their face, but their eyes remain sharper than thorns. It reminds him of Kaeya, if he were to be honest. Someone who keeps their cards close to their chest, revealing only the cards that are necessary to be seen.

Unlike Kaeya, however, Painter’s relaxed, welcoming air about them was much stronger. Though it was strange, he doesn’t find it unwelcome. At least, not completely unwelcome. Perhaps with time, he’ll get used to it. If he doesn’t, then he’ll make appropriate measures for it.

They tap the table twice to get his attention. When he meets their gaze, they ask, “What else would you require from me as your assistant?”

“Ah—yes.” He flips through the papers, pausing with a small hum, then says, “Discretion is key. There’s plenty of alchemists or clients that will want to try and use my findings for dastardly deeds. I am a man of science and discovery, yes, but I do not wish to find more ways for people to be killed—there is enough of that in the world already.”

They nod, their face falling to a more serious expression. “I can definitely understand that. Alright… discretion, never giving too much information… noted.” Their lips easily pull up into a smile again. “Anything else?”

Thwip—thwip—thwip go his papers as he searches. Ah, here. “Through technicality, it will be on your shoulders to set my monthly schedule. However, due to how things can change on a mora, it will not be required for you to do so. I’ve been able to put my own schedules together, so that is something that is not required from you.”

They don’t answer immediately, their eyes shining with questions on the tip of their tongue but refusing to let them out just yet. As if they were carefully picking and choosing what to say. Then they say, “How about we try using a calendar? You can write down what experiments you’re planning, and I can write down what days a client wants to speak with you or what meeting you’re required to attend. That way you’re still making your own schedule, but know when to expect small changes.”

A smile finds its way on Albedo’s features once again. He hums, takes note, says, “Yes, I believe that would work very well. An excellent idea.”

“Haha, it’s only an addition to your already working one.” They finish up their coffee, leaning against the table with their forearms.

“It works well with what I already do without much change needed—so it is both appreciated and still a wonderful idea. Now… let me see here…” He pauses, reading his notes. “Ah, your salary, of course. I paid Sucrose on a weekly basis, and so I will be paying you on that same basis, if that is agreeable to you?” When they nod, he continues, “Normally, Sucrose’s salary would be about thirty-five thousand Mora a week, however, due to the extra hours you’re offering to work, I’ll be pushing it up to about fifty thousand Mora. Does that sound reasonable to you?”

“That sounds fair to me. Any extra work will be added to the weekly pay, yes?”

“Yes, I’ll be sure to do so,” he pauses, a feeling that he forgot something itching at the back of his neck. He flips through his personal notes again, setting the contract aside and humming, until his eyes land on a particular line. “Ah—yes, there might be extra work on occasion for you, speaking of… how good are you with children?”

Painter blinks, tilting their head with a curious smile. “I like to say I’m pretty good with them. Why?”

He pulls out a photograph and hands it to them. “This is Klee, my little sister. She can be a handful at times, and doesn’t have too many friends in this area, especially that are her age. This is also because of her peculiar hobbies…”

“Oh, she’s adorable,” they coo, looking over the picture. “How old is she? And what hobbies are we talking about here?”

“She just reached eleven the other day. You can’t see it in the photo, but she is a Pyro Vision wielder, and her hobby is making bombs.” There’s a pause, Painter staring at him with mouth agape, their looking clearly asking are you serious?

He chuckles, nodding. “It is no jest, I assure you. Her mother is the renowned adventurer Miss Alice, who had taught her how to make such destructive weapons. Klee is… a bit naive, despite her age. I cannot lie in saying that she’s been spoiled by the Knights of Favonius and occasionally myself, and so she’s ignorant to much of the trouble going on in the world or understanding that her actions have consequences.”

They nod along, asking, “I’m safely assuming the extra work would be to babysit her?”

“Yes—if that wouldn’t be too much trouble for you. She’s often able to understand when I am too busy to entertain her, however there are days that she becomes a bit more irate by my rejection to play with her.” He sighs, “It’s led to a few tantrums of her blowing up fish in lakes or worse, and getting thrown into solitary confinement after getting caught.”

That certainly got a reaction out of them, their eyes hardening and hand clenching into a fist. The plant within the room went CRK-CRACK. When Albedo looks, he notices that thorns had erupted from the stem and branches of the plant, before he looks back to Painter, catching sight of their Vision glowing a little brighter than before.

Hmm…

Albedo stands, stepping around the table towards the plant, lifting its leaves to observe the thorns. He can feel the soft hum of magic within the stems if he were to gently pinch them—being mindful of the thorns. Having never seen a Dendro Vision in action, Albedo already has a series of questions reaching his tongue, but are held back. Now wasn’t the time for it, but he can’t help his curiosity.

He’s seen Visions react to emotions, yet he’s never seen the area around someone be reactive because of their Vision. Does it work for all plants or is it just these little bushels of leaves? Would they be able to make seeds grow or flowers bloom if they were happy? Would plants around them wilt if they were sad?

Does this mean if someone with a Cryo Vision were to lose control of their emotions, they could make something frost over or create a snow storm? Could someone with an Anemo Vision could cause gusts of wind, perhaps even a tornado just from their emotions alone, rather than concentrated focus?

More and more and more variables piling upon one another, waiting to be discovered. Though he wishes to discover them all, now wasn’t the time for such a thing.

They take a breath, tearing Albedo from his thoughts, and they ask, “Solitary confinement? For a child?”

He sighs, still observing the stems of the plant. The thorns move at a sluggish pace, rescinding back into the stem. “Please understand… it is not my idea to put her there. Acting Grand Master Jean believes it will be useful for Klee to ruminate on her actions, but the results have been lackluster, and my work has made it too cumbersome during certain bouts of time to actually teach her such things. Thus the cycle has repeated more than once.”

He can see out of the corner of his eye Painter looking at the picture again, eyes darting all over the image. It was just a simple photo of himself and Klee, her arms thrown up in a cheer while he proudly displays her newest bomb she successfully crafted. She wished to commemorate the moment by taking a photo, and of course who was Albedo to say no?

They look at him again, the sharpness of their eyes becoming softer, more gentle, transforming thorns into rose petals. “She’s not going to learn that way. If the cycle has already repeated more than once, then a new approach needs to be taken so she can actually understand why she keeps getting into trouble, and what she can do to still have fun with her bombs without being thrown into solitary confinement.”

They sigh, putting the photo down. The thorns on the stems are now completely gone, but that soft hum of magic remains. “Let’s say she blows up fish in a lake, like you said, during one of her tantrums. If it were me, I would reassure her that she’s doing good by redirecting her anger to something else so she can blow off steam and cool down—but would recommend she tries doing it to something else, because the fish in the lake are important for the world to live.” 

Albedo steps away from the plant to take his seat once more across from them. He laces his fingers together, leaning forward, listening to every word and taking mental notes as they continue, “Like people eating them, or the fish eating other things and keeping the waters of the lake clean. If she were to blow up the fish, who would keep the waters clean? What would the people eat? Some people can’t eat regular meat and can only have fish, so if she were to blow them up, it’d make it harder for those people. That way she can understand that while the whole of what she wants to do—which is calm herself down—is good, the execution of how she does it is what’s bad.”

Silence rings within the meeting room as Albedo stares at Painter, and Painter stares at Albedo. So many variables he never thought would reveal themselves to him just did from this statement alone. More cards they kept to their chest were laid out to him. He can see now, in their eyes, their face, there was this unparalleled wisdom that they held that he’s rarely found in others.

They hadn’t even met Klee yet, only hearing about her from him, and they’ve already displayed a well-thought way of approaching Klee not to discourage her destructive capabilities, but to be more mindful of them. If Albedo were to hypothesize correctly, they may judge a book by its cover, but they also skim the first few pages and change their opinion as they read. Their initial thoughts on a subject won’t always be the same, it will always change depending on what information is given to them.

Such an interesting individual… he feels there’s much he could learn just from watching them, and much they could learn from watching him.

Painter takes a breath, running their fingers through their hair, adjusting their hat. “I’m sorry for that loss in control for a second there. It’s just—I got a soft spot for kids, hah. Klee sounds like an adorable and wonderful girl, and she deserves to be allowed to explore her powers and go through her emotions like everyone else. I’d love to meet her and help you teach her.”

“It’s quite alright.” Albedo waves his hand and offers a soft smile that shines in his eyes as well. “I can already tell from that display alone you would be a wonderful teacher to her, and would take good care of her. I must admit, I already feel my worries dissipating with this knowledge. Even if I cannot spend as much time with her as either she or I would like, she is still someone I care dearly for, and would never want to see get hurt in any way.”

They return the smile with a soft laugh. “Don’t worry, your sister will be in good hands whenever you need me to babysit her.” They lean forward, resting their elbows on the table. “So—I don’t really have any more questions. Do you have any, or should I start signing?”

He slides the contract to them with a pen. “My only question is; when would you like to start? Right now, or tomorrow?”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #albedo #albedo kreideprinz #albedo x reader #albedo genshin x reader #x reader #my writing #the final part to this for now #don't worry #there'll be plenty more in the future ;)

[creeps-and-pasta]

a little paper man :^)

#my posts #creepypasta #laughing jack #creepypasta art #my hands/eyes have been hurting recently so ive been trying to do new forms of art #i made this at like. midnight while rewatching quinton reviews icarly videos #anyway i really enjoyed making this so there'll probably be more in the future

[9-istol]

excuse me having a brainrot since 2am but i cant THIS CAMPAIGN WAS SO GOOD

i think ill go crazy once i run out of fanmade content to support said brainrot

#cod aw #cod advanced warefare #jack mitchell cod #gideon cod #Ilona cod #cormack cod #will cod #advanced warfare #i love this campaign so much #call of duty #reveris rambles #js made my own personal hashtag #bc i know there'll be more in the future #but for real i love cod aw sm #cod brainrot #call of duty advanced warfare

[thingummies-and-whatsits]

Lewis Fic Recs: International Travel, Pt. 1

Stories about international travel (separate from their canon trips to New Zealand, Spain, Kosovo, etc). As usual, feel free to add more fics to the list!

Devotional by Evenlodes_Friend

2,519 Words, James/Robbie, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply The Florentine piazza is bathed in golden light and Lewis sips his coffee and thinks of James. This gorgeously poetic fic captures an incredible depth of feeling in a few words, and shows the degree to which Robbie understands what goes unsaid between the two of them.

Dépaysement by owlbsurfinbird

7,491 Words, James/Robbie, Robbie/Val, Rated G, No Archive Warnings Apply James secretly follows Robbie on his holiday to Paris, against the background energy of the World Cup. Gorgeously dreamlike and romantic, this fic is as much a love letter to Paris as it is a slow-burn romance. It also does a great job connecting Robbie's past and relationship with Val to the present.

Coraje: A way of performing that shows impetuosity or daring (lit. "courage") by ComplicatedLight

8,405 Words, James/Robbie, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply Casefic. James and Robbie follow a murderer to Seville, Spain, where the summer heat and scorching flamenco raises tension between them. The dance and music scenes are incredibly powerful and evocative, and Luisa and Julie are so wonderfully competent as detectives.

Desire Lines by Jackie Thomas

7,949 Words, James/Robbie, Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply Casefic. A murder brings James and Robbie to Malta, and James deals with his existential flu in the wake of Down Among the Fearful. Beautifully atmospheric, with the hot summer sun beating down, this fic brings such richness to the city and its inhabitants.

Walking Wounded by wendymr

30,098 Words, James/Robbie, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply A car accident in Prague leaves James seriously injured and, with no next of kin, Robbie is determined to bring him home. An epic hurt/comfort fic, with plenty of devotion and care to balance out the grumpiness and painful realities of James' injuries.

Half a World Away by divingforstones

28,418 Words, James/Robbie, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply James leaves the force to become an English teacher in Thailand. When he catches a serious case of malaria, Robbie discovers he's James emergency contact and flies down to be with him. Another epic hurt/comfort fic, with plenty of each on both sides of the relationship, this does a great job of letting James learn to live with his feelings—and with Robbie's—on his own terms.

Postcard from Spain by paperscribe

12,981 Words, James/Robbie, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply James sends that postcard from Spain and returns home to England, and then one day, Robbie reaches for James' hand. While much of this fic is set in Oxford, an unwelcome face from the past sends them on a sudden holiday to a small town in the US.

Even now we are by smallestbird

1,675 Words, James/Robbie, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply Established relationship. A gorgeously lyrical fic about enjoying the freedom of the warm, sea air. Set post-retirement, Robbie brings James down to Australia to meet family, and James grows philosophical in his contentment.

Policeman's Holiday by TheMuchTooMerryMaiden

7,533 Words, James & Robbie, Rated G, No Archive Warnings Apply AU Alternate Meeting. While trying to decide whether he should stay on the force, Hathaway goes on vacation to the BVI and gets drawn into a murder investigation with DI Lewis. Despite the alternate setting, that bond between James and Robbie clicks right into place, just the same.

#inspector lewis #itv lewis #robbie lewis #james hathaway #lewis/hathaway #LewisFicRecs #I'm so sorry this took so long to do T_T #there was final review week and now I'm doing a one month drawing class in Rome that is REALLY intense #hence this week's theme #and also the internet sucks #but hopefully I'll be back on schedule a bit better now #also there are a TON of other travel fics that will be on future lists #I'm trying to group them all into themes so there'll be at least 2 more international travel lists and several others for more local travel

[todayisafridaynight]

I hope this isn't weird but earlier I was thinking about how much good artists do in the world, and so many artists don't recognize it. You bring a lot of joy to a lot of people. I've gotten a few commissions from you at this point, and every time I look at them I get so happy because, man, there was someone who took time to create something for me (I know I payed, but still!) Beyond that, I have seen when you draw little doodles just because people inspire you to eith their asks. You practiced your skill and you use it to make others happy and that's so valuable. You contribute a lot to this world just by bringing people's moods up, and I hope you recognize that. You're pretty awesome :)

t thank yuou ,....

#fave #snap chats #HIDING BEING THE BIGGEST SAPPIEST SAPPY SAP IN THE TAGS #PLEAAASSSEE BRO I CAN'T ALMOST BE CRYIN AT 11AM THATS SO EMBARRASSINGGGG #BUT REAL THANK YOU SO MUCHH 😭😭 i say it a lot but i really cant stress how happy i get making other people happy #and thank you for commissioning me !! it's helped me out a lot so thank you for the support you've given me in the past :') #i hope i can continue to make you happy whether its through a future commission or the lil drawings i do everyday #i keep re reading this byyyyeeeeeee im a big ol blubbering BABY this is really sweet #i say a lot that i draw for myself and i do but i also have you guys as motivation to get better #cause sometimes i just wanna hang up a drawing or idea but then i just think like 'there'll be at least ONE other person who'd like this' #and if i can make one other person happy then i'm more than glad to put in the extra work and get that pay off #so i have to thank you guys a whole lot too for giving me motivation to draw everyday and help nurture that passion #cause sure i love drawing and i love the things i draw but it's always nice to h ave other people cheering for you too #it's nice that i can get other people interested in the stuff i like.. #didnt really get that growing up so im glad i can have that with yall now and have fun :] #so again thank yall so much for bein lovelies and chattin with me and leaving tags and just supporting me #CANNOT stress how much it means to me so again. Thank You. i hope me drawins can show a fraction of my gratitude

[asagi-red-wolf]

ok but you KNOW Monster High did something SEVERELY right when I spent last year worried about all the changes they’d make to g3 because I love g1 so much but now all I can do is worry about all the changes they’ll make to g4 (because you know it’ll happen eventually) because I love g3 so much

#monster high #obviously g3 isn't perfect but let's be real #g1 wasn't either #I could cherry pick changes from BOTH of them #but what I AM saying is that you'll have to tear the canonical queer content and soft tone away from my FRIGID DEAD HANDS #canon clankie #nb frankie #boys promoting things like therapy and cheerleading #so much diversity!! #AUTISTIC TWYLA #mattel better pray that they can outdo themselves in several years when g4 eventually rears it's head #because if they can't #oh boy #i feel like there'll be even more protectiveness over the g3 charectors than there were over g1 #g1 has nostalgia and that's always going to play with people's hearts yes #but g3 is already creating SO MUCH nostalgia for coming generations of queer kids #AND is doing representation /so well/ when oftentimes companies like Mattel just.... don't..... #so you have adults like me who are clinging to it for dear life as well #what I'm saying is they have quite a storm of dedicated fans falling into place and I'd really hate to be the executive who announces #literally anything about g4 years out into the future because Yikes For Them

[pocket-void]

It's occurred to me that I've actually yet to share like...any of the pokemon stuff I've actually been doing LMAO-

I've been having a lotta fun on this end too y'see~ ^///^ The game has type changed and fusion pokemon so there's a whole buncha possibilities. These pokemon all belong to my different trainers and have their own personalities and what not but that'll take forever to explain so I'll bring it up if I draw em again ig pffft~ I'll list what what they are below tho^^

In Order: - Ghost Gimmighoul - Gimmighouls are by defauly ghost type but we can design them to be more like their type if we'd like <3 (To to be fair I think gimmighoul is like, the pokemon inside the box? So to me the box could've been anything anyways but I digress-) - Grass Sinistea - Default Puzwick - A fakemon I designed. - Rock Lillipup - Grass Litwick - Dark/Fairy Tirtouga/Mantine - Dragon Venipede - Grass Slakoth - Ghost Budew - Ghost Rowlet

#mocks art #pokemon #fakemon #I'll be getting more pokemon hopefully soon so perhaps there'll be more in the future <3

[subsequentibis]

#music ibis loves #they might be giants #i think ive posted this one in my music tag before but i've been listening to it on repeat so have it again #it's one of those ones with the implied tragedies i mentioned about earlier. like obviously there's the very big tragedy #that causes the narrator to write the note in the first place but the WAY it's described when the evils are over - #we can't be certain at the moment of this writing but surely in the future there'll be no barking dogs #the sound of crying babies will be thankfully forgotten / no more will the chattering classes make a noise #like. implies to me total devastation and removal of life on earth. or at least human and human-related life. #and this is what they're praying for! compells me. twilight zone esque. #plus whatever instrument it is behind that part just going fuckin wild. i love that instrument #Youtube

[exilethegame]

Is there a way to become an alpha reader? I absolutely LOVE Exile, it has inspired me to create my own IF story, so I'd love to help out any way!

Hello! As of right now, I have enough alpha-readers as is, though I do open up applications every now and then. I mainly add more readers as the chapters increase in size and variability.

Once the public demo finishes after the 2nd part of Chapter 5 is released, I'll likely add a bunch of alpha readers to stick with until the book is finished, but that won't be for a few more months now. If I were to estimate, it would either be sometime around November of this year, or at the start of the new year.

Also, as a note, it's likely applications will be posted in the Discord first as opposed to being posted on Tumblr, which is a change from what I've done in the past!

Also I'm very excited to hear that you've started to create your own IF! It's always exciting to see new games pop up whether it be for personal or public creation :)

#answered #thanks for asking! #things have been pretty slow on my end re. writing and school will be picking up again #and i'm hesitant to add more readers until I know that there'll be something for them to work on! #though with all the variation that's planned for the future i'll *definitely* be adding a lot of new alpha readers when the time comes

[faithofgods]

Okay, I finally found how to keep the offering from the dream sequence, I think... Spoilers ahead :

- In chapter one you need to wander into the forest, and pick either left or right.

- Then in chapter two, do not peer through the window or try to open the door, just directly go up or down the stairs. Either select the second or fourth window first. If you select the second window first, be careful to go left if you went left in the forest in chapter 1, or to go right if you went right.

- Then, select the fourth window if you chose the second first, or the second window if you chose the fourth first (and do the same about going left or right as mentioned above).

- Then, select the third window. Normally you'll be able to awake and to keep the offering with you.

Also if you're like me and did all this just to offer a gift to Khiita and to see her pretty smile, you can't be from Astium, apparently (and that made me very sad 😭), as I only had the choice to offer it to her when I came from either Mydras or Sedruadal…

For the most part, yes ! Rewritten below to include all the necessary steps:

PROLOGUE. Any origin can receive the token in CH2; the tokens are split up into 'faithful' and 'faithless' ones, and the token received will depend on either your chosen divine (if faithful) or your origin (if faithless)

* If wanting to offer the token to Khiita then yes, Mydras or Sedruadal as an origin need to be chosen; they get dressed and find the token before speaking with Khiita in CH3. Astium MCs find it after speaking with her, so there's no opportunity to gift it

* And if wanting Khiita to actually accept the token, the only ones she'll take are the blob figurine (Cailo's) and the smudged charcoal drawing (Goem's); all else, she'll make a comment on but ultimately decline accepting

CHAPTER ONE. The forest must be entered and a direction chosen; remember whether left or right was picked

CHAPTER TWO. You don't need to ignore the doors, peeking in the windows or testing the handles are both fine ! That has no effect on being able to retrieve the dream token

There are three rooms that have to be chosen for this section; Rooms Two, Three, and Four. The second and fourth rooms have to be chosen within the first two chances to explore, and the third room should only be chosen when at the third and final chance to explore. Two and Four can be chosen in either order

CH2, ROOM TWO. The very first choice within this room is the key one; you'll need to pick the door that matches the directional choice made within the forest in CH1. So if you picked to go left, then you'll need to choose the left door, and vice versa

CH2, ROOM FOUR. Nothing special choice-wise to do with this room, it just needs to be visited !

CH2, ROOM THREE. On the third opportunity to visit a room, Room Three is able to be entered; instead of getting injured, MC will instead be wrapped in sand / darkness

And that's it ! MC will be able to pick up + keep the dream item, and, if from Mydras or Sedruadal, be able to later show (or gift) it to Sol or Khiita

#answered #fog spoilers #game mechanics #khiita #'and that made me very sad' made me laugh 💀 #there'll be more opportunities to gift her very ugly things in future chapters ! not all hope is lost lol

[machidielontheway]

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✨ Understand my ship in 5 minutes : Ty and the Godkiller, early '23 edition ✨

Descriptions, additional details & explanations under the cut !

[Sketches] Ty is sketched in blue and all data about him is written / notched in blue. He has straight black hair nape-long, is wearing a fit open hoodie above a v-collared t-shirt, and has a smug and lightly condescending look looking at the viewer. The top of his head is touching the top of the square frame he's drawn in to indicate how tall he is. Sha'an is sketched in orange and all data about him is in orange. He has very short tousled hair, is wearing a too-big-for-him closed hoodie, and has a neutral-to-frowny expression as he looks downard and to the side.

[Data] Name : "Ty" (not actually his name) Height : Tall Age : around 21 (at the beginning of the story) Gender : Guy Sexuality : Bisexual Name : Sha'an Height : Short Age : around 19 (at the beginning of the story) Gender : Guy (gender apathetic) Sexuality : [citation needed]

Height difference : around one head, one head and a half Age difference : around three years

[Sliders] Big / little spoon : Ty likes to hug or have an arm over the shoulders of people's he's close with, so he's a strong big spoon contender. Sha'an has been touch-starved since he was a kid and has anxiety ; human warmth and weight surrounding him calms him and makes him sleep better => little spoon coded.

Lends / borrows clothes : Ty is voluntold as a lender of clothes, as Miya - Ty's adoptive sister / mentor - has clothed Sha'an in all his forgotten cast-offs and teenage garments. Sha'an accepts and wear whatever Miya gives him.

Use / doesn't use pet names : Sha'an doesn't even know what a pet name is, and would probably mistake the concept a little. Ty uses pet names to tease, play, or annoy, but wouldn't use any with the people he actually like. However he is partial to nicknames.

Introverted / extroverted * : (*meaning used here is "socially, what gives them energy or what use it) Ty needs his personal space at time to sort through things, as well as let his mask down and breath from the persona he uses at school or work or politic situations. But otherwise he likes and needs to be with his close ones around the clock, or he becomes quickly bored and restless. He would count as extroverted. For Sha'an, every social situation - no matter how many persons are present - is draining as he is constantly checking and reviewing input and calculating what is the "right" output. This ways he is introverted. However, alone time is not great for him either if he's not in nature, as he does not know how to relax and take care of himself. Quiet parallel play with Miya (and then with Ty as well, farther down in the story) is something he rather likes.

Affection through words / through actions : Ty uses both, but the depths of it will always be shown through actions. Words he uses for casual, friendly affection. Sha'an uses neither because he barely knows how to feel and recognise affection, let alone show it.

Confesses first / waits for confession : Easy one there : none of them ever confess ! at least, not in the sense of a "romantic confession" as we're used to. Screams about the bugs / squashes bugs with a shoe : They both squashes bugs with their shoes. Sha'an is technically a wild child who ran barefoot in the forest, and Ty a street urchin who slept in abandonned places. Bugs are not a problem.

Drives the car / can't drive lol : If they were in a world where cars exist, Ty would confidently road-trip with his friends or sister. Sha'an could be taught how to operate a car but would have zero knowledge of even the simplest roadsign and would be a danger to everybody himself included.

Can't cook for shit / makes dinner : Sha'an can't cook for shit as he never had to / never had a choice to learn or observe. He's fast at peeling and mincing though as it's a chore he did for a long time when he was a child / teen. Ty is reasonnably good at cooking, for his own sake because Miya is quite mediocre at it and generally do not care what she's eating as long as it's filling. Ty has taken upon himself to cook their meals whenever they're together since he learned how to in the House.

Dislikes PDA / loves PDA : Ty likes PDA because he loves doing whatever he wants wherever he wants. Skinship is one of his favourite ways to show his affection, as well as his possessiveness when he indulges in it. Sha'an, at the beginning of the story, doesn't register skin touch as conveyor of affection, and is left trying to infer the meaning each time, which doesn't help his anxiety. Way later in the story, he appreciates the touch but doesn't care about the public display part.

Overprotective / chill going : Ty is quite chill going, unless it comes to Miya and her hidden tendencies to carry out dangerous missions without what Ty deems as proper back-up. Ty has been banned from being "overprotective" of Miya until he can actually best Miya in hand-to-hand and armed combat, which hasn't stopped him griping even after he loses (which is every time). Sha'an is neither, because the idea that he could be in a position to say something about somebody's else choices is not a thing at the moment.

Has more relationship sexual experience / has NO relationship experience : Sha'an has the zeroest experience in sexual or relationship experience. [shrek "they don't even have dental" meme vibe :] He doesn't even know what friendship is ! Ty has a LOT of sexual experience, because he is a horny young adult and before that had been a horny teenager for a while. However he's not interested, at least for now, in romantic relantionships and is not pursuing them.

[Body silhouettes filled with colors (blue for Ty, orange for Sha'an)] Horny level : Ty filled in blue from toe to shoulders. This dude is HORNY horny. Sha'an silhouette is cut in two in a before / after way, and only his feet up to the knee is filled in orange in the 'after' half. I fucked up there cause it's actually much more than what he actually is, even wayyy down the line story wise. Sha'an has a long road ahead of him to reconnect with his body, and it's a good part of his arc. But even with that, he's just not that horny. Awkwardness level : Ty's feet are underlined in blue but that's all. This boy is very suave in social situations, have great physical grace, and just happens to not be perfect cause he's human and also still young. Sha'an's filled up to the knees : he's not actually awkward himself ; he juste makes situations or conversations awkward now that he's not evolving in the environnement he was raised for, where the etiquette, rules, and expected behaviours are completely different. Possessive level : Ty filled up to his hips. Ty is not particularly possessive about things, unless it's his. For actual things, it means his bed at the House and his room at Miya's, his daggers, and his necklace herited from Miya (who herself got it from her own mentor). For people it means Miya, and Sha'an after a long while. Sha'an filled up half of his feet. He is used to not own things for various reasons, and has learned to just let it go / to not see things as "his". He does however get the side possessiveness of 'this was given to me as a particular gift and by respect to this person i will not let it be taken back by anyone else not legitimate'.

And whoop whoop we're done ! As always with oc's, everything here is subject to changes, and also depends on when you are in the story ; but i'm still happy with this as of now :D (yes it says early '23 edition and was posted in december of 2023. i'm just that slow at doing creative things, but that's ok !)

#machdraws #ocniverse #ty and the godkiller #ty & the godkiller #oc's #hello this are my blorbos ! #they were born nearly one year ago ! #i wasn't planning to finish this tonight but this makes me happy actually #very glad about ty's smug look which is just. so very him. #sha'an however does not actually look like that he's much more square faced #but whatever it's sketches i made in literally two minutes like 8 months ago so i'm still bery happy #if you have questions / are curious please do not hesitate to ask ! #and if not it's ok as well i sure discovered the pleasure of doing something for oneself lol #it's the first time i have oc's with an actual story and stuff... generally i just have one or two melodramatics scene i play in loop #now i have MANY dramatic scenes !! #(actually it's mostly domestic stuff. and landscapes.) #have lot of other things planned / i want to share (or just do for me to look at it again) so i hope there'll be more in the soon future ! #also i don't like to write because Perfectionnism but this was. kinda nice. i really liked it rereading #alted #thank you transcriber !

[pulverulents]

j.t. | 24/10/23 transcription below: 

My mother’s love language is pointing out my flaws. The years between jammy sticky fingers and monthly phone bills were spent auditing the parts of myself that resembled her and hiding away the parts of myself that didn’t, placing pennies in a jar for every cutting word she said, scribing every brittle cadence and bitter splatter. I’m twenty-four now, counting my damage like it’s spare change and wondering what the fuck was I saving up for. I’m twenty-four now, excavating the parts of myself that I denied in response to her derision. Still her words search my body without warning and I can’t help but flinch in anticipation of old wounds bursting open, messily sewn stitches ripped out, tender wine-red bruises blooming beneath my pallid skin. Slowly, painfully, like rubbing alcohol on bloodied knees, she reaches in between my ribs to pull my trauma out and demand that I look at it, ugly and restless and writhing. 

Or did I do that? I’m twenty-four now, trying to distinguish her voice from mine and terrified that I no longer know the difference. This I know: I’ve inherited a lifetime of self-loathing. Still I wonder – am I a masochist for wondering if I'm a narcissist like you?

— twenty-four

#writing #spilled ink #poetry #inkstay #kind of wild that it's been 5 years since i last did this #in those 5 years i've gone to and graduated from uni/college #i guess dedicating myself to a STEM major and now a career in STEM didn't really leave any brain space for non-academic writing #and it's only now that i'm in between jobs that the itch to write some poetry has returned somewhat #i'm grateful for it though - this was cathartic #but i don't know if there'll be any more forthcoming in the future #if you're still following me after these 5 years of close to nothing - thank you for sticking around #i can't promise there'll be more poetry coming because i don't know if i have it in me anymore #but nevertheless thank you for reading my words #please be gentle with them haha i'm very out of practice #oh and i rehauled my desktop theme! #probably noone ever saw the old one or is ever going to see the updated one but it makes me happy so

[wtfcl0ud]

um actually i dont need anti depressants i just need to do laundry hehe

#gonna nap now #do u think i'll like hv a ed forever n ever hehe #like idk nvr been a thing i considered like being a thing in my future if tht makes sense #i always forget how like much food n social things are intertwined sigh #but also it's just bc of this specific working enviroment #ik there'll be other places where it wont even be an issue so eh #u live n u learn #n i'd be better prepared next time #also i will hopefully nvr ben an intern again so tht wld change the dynamic i presume yk like yh #to more an this person is my co worker n equal n they're an adult who can do tf with their life #cloud nonsense #ignore me