#need to redo the themes and pages

[trollamulet]

once i finish my fic it's all over for yall. /pos

#i'd be the voice that urged orpheus [ ooc ] #that and i gotta overhaul like. everything. #at least my nav is relatively intact. i think i'd just need to redo it due to tumblrs newer tagging system? #i know i JUST redid this theme when i remade the blog but im thinking of using my other base code #anyway. shuffles back to work on my blorbo page on nc bc jim's profile there is important becaue hes so everything 2 me again

[lvmbien]

FINALLY; MY TUMBLR HAS A THEME

did i use the one called lavender literally just because it was called lavender? ....yes. i am a simple man.

#it only took me like... all night as i continuously got distracted #but it is... done #complete with some extra pages for fun lmfao #my pinned and carrd cover most shit but i figured the other stuff might be nifty to have #also i wanted to list my friends so; friend dedication page lol #plus i mention them in my tags a lot #and now.... i go get my food that is finally done but probably cold af #burber........... #lvmb rambles #i need to redo my mobile theme now (because its.... its Not Quite It)

[warbefall]

I should probably make a pinned post for the sake of all the mobile users, I didn't realise being primarily on mobile was such a common thing

#｛ out of chara ｝. #got me thinking about redoing my theme too #a pinned post with links negates the need for a navigation page

[ashmouthbooks]

long time no see! I have been busy these past few months in a new-old fandom (Afdeling Q | Department Q) and have barely done anything else except rewatch, read & write ad infinitum.

well, here we go - an A6 quarto with dust jacket of the first fic I wrote for this fandom, a five part series (four, plus a coda) of fics to go with each film. It’s food themed, but also the title of the first fic is Kaffe (coffee). When I wrote the second fic I just named that document Kaffe 2, then Kaffe 3, etc. who needs proper document titles?? All I cared about was making Carl and Assad smooch, you know.

the dust jacket I wanted to have a vague old case file look to it and since many of the old files they work with do have stains on them, and I already had this coffee/food theme going…well. I am so pleased with how this binding came out! Even though I got chocolate stains on the title page for Kaffe (not pictured here, don’t judge me) and had to redo the case because the spine was too wide in the first one. It’s so pretty. I can’t believe I’ve gone this long without making a book

I am STILL obsessed with these two traumatised & codependent detectives so like, join me on the dark side? we have fic

#bookbinding #fanbinding #my binding #ficbinding #department q #afdeling q

[angelfirewalker]

When I hit the year of my 50th birthday back in 2013... I embarked upon an artistic project of taking a self-portrait every day.... it lasted 4 years in the end, 2013 - 2016. It was all smoke and mirrors, I don't look that good in real life. It's amazing what you can do with makeup and wigs.

I also had regrets of Not having more photos from my youth in the 80s, when I ran away from every camera sadly.

I recently looked back on this project. There I discovered I was already channelling the DT Crowley and the Good Omens TV show before it even existed...lol

Some of the red wigs, there were a lot more photos, but you can see them on the videos.

Crowley really is not sure... lol... don't worry dear, I have lost the plot! I am rambling!

The videos got better, year by year so starting with year 3.

Well, my 60s look from 2014. Lol.

As a Theatrical costume person, I had a box of sunglasses and wigs to play with, along with loads of make-up.

Back in the 80s, I wanted some sunglasses that Boy George and his mate Marilyn wore in many colours... with side bits that remind me of Crowley's now... I had to wait until they came back due to Steam Punks.

I like Crowley's better than the 80s now.

(Question... Why does Crowley's snake move up and down his face in season 2... has it sauntered , vaguely downwards?)

Each day I never knew what I was going to do... I really believe ideas hover in the ether... and that's why at times people have similar ideas or influences. Don't ask me how or why... it just is!

I used many angelic things , such as feathers and wings, I also had the fake tattoos on my face... stars and black feathers with crows. Black feather and Angel necklaces, Beelzebub and Eric eyelashes, Then we have Eve eating the apple, I don't like red apples lol. We have a globe, the 1941 hat... Good Omens was so going to appeal to me, wasn't it?

I want that hat.... always wanted a hat like that, since I saw David Bowie's hats in The Man who fell to Earth.

I asked Daniel Ash of Bauhaus/ Love and Rockets/ Tones on Tail if I could use his music to use on the YouTube videos, which he gracefully allowed. Always be grateful for that. Thank you, Mr Ash.... My original Crowley influence, but that essay is coming.

Year 4 of the arty project is on my arty FB page, but I used a friend's music, which I am not so keen on now, and I need to redo with Daniel Ash music... as it works better for me.... and keeps to the theme.

I got carried away and got very arty with this one.... which is a mish mash of the images.

Hope you enjoy my ramblings. It's good to get that off my mind's hard drive...

Next!

What will I compare Good Omens to next? Who the hell knows? Not me?

Link to my Arty FB page.

#good omens #neil gaiman #crowleygoodomens #demon crowley #good omens crowley #good omens s2 #anthony j crowley #aj crowley #david tennant #david bowie #self portrait #daniel ash #boy george and marilyn #80s #Youtube

[marzbix-crystal]

[Image ID: A page of Land of the Lustrous themed drawings, in the top left is a doodle of my OC Labradorite with their hair down and a tired expression on her face with a label that reads "woke up too early" and a squiggly ball above it, below that are two full colour drawings of the characters Lapis Lazuli and Euclase in their alternate universe designs, in the top centre is a stylized doodle of my OC Onyx flying through the air with wind and leaves following behind him, below that are head doodles of my OCs Scorodite and Rhodochrosite with the former kissing the latter on the forehead with a little heart above them both, on the left is a sketch of my OC Dioptase stretching upwards with a label that reads "spent 12 hours writing", and finally in the bottom corner is a stylized doodle of my OCs Blue Diamond and Citrine- Blue is drawn far away with a wide grin while holding Citrine up to the viewer with one hand while Citrine has an uncomfortable, cat-like expression on his face. /End ID] Apologies for repetition within the description!

YEAH YEAH YEAH This is pretty much me drawing Blue Diamond and Citrine first (reference) then filling the page around them :]

Wanted to draw more Dioptase bc I love them, they're so silly Also had the urge to design Lapis and Euc, Head Librarian and Head Administrator, guess who wanted who's job (I like making fictional drama between characters <3) Now that I've drawn Lab with her hair down I need to draw the other updo-havers with their hair down- I've doodled Citrine without his headband but I'm not sure that counts, and the drawing of Black Opal was a different design thing- anywho,

I started redoing ALL my OCs' Toyhouse profiles, so that's fun, theyve got playlists and relationship tabs and everything (or they will have when im done ^^;;) ENOUGH CHATTER i hope you like this week's doodles :]

#marzbixcrystalau #marzbixocs #hnk fan ocs #hnk ocs #hnk fanart #land of the lustrous #doodle #sketches #sketch #my art #my ocs #my oc art #hnk lapis lazuli #hnk lapis #hnk euclase #hnk spoilers

[stingandsnoutbindery]

Advent Anthology by @pacific-rimbaud

A Compilation of PR's one-shot entries for DHr Advent, years 2020-2022.

Fandom: Harry Potter

Relationship: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger

Art by the wonderful @chestercompany

My binderary baby and second fanbinding project.

read below the cut for the process and other binding deets.

Quick Specs

20,015 words | 179 pages | Quarto (1/4 of Letter)

Technique: Flatback bradel Title & Body Font: Libre Baskerville (in various style emphasis)

Fics included:

Les Pelerins (10k; 2020 entry)

I'm Never Lonely When I'm With You (5k; 2021 entry)

On The Virtues of Inexhaustible Burning (5k; 2022 entry)

Pac is the type I could trust to write anything and I know I'll absolutely love. Her advent fics, in particular, I especially adore. The writing is very visceral and I will not admit how many times I've reread these.

On The Book

I had not intended to bind any book/s for @renegadepublishing's binderary because of my hectic schedule, however FOMO won over and this book was born. It was a relatively quick design and typeset (I really do better under pressure lol). I wish I could say the same for when I started the actual binding though. This is the 8th book I’ve bound and I had expected it to go relatively smoothly, but this book fought me every step of the way and I'll indulge in expressing my distress on this post.

First, the print place I go to messed up my typeset, thus me having to travel back home to use our old crappy inkjet (that took 3 hours to print). And because said printer is crappy, I had to use 100gsm short grain to minimize show-through, and well, you can imagine how stick straight the pages are. Second, I made the case too small (I worked on the book after a toxic 12 hour lab day and was not in the right state) and instead of redoing the covers, I re-trimmed and repainted the fore edge (at cost of my lovely margins ..wails). Third & last, the vinyl refused! to stick to the cover and I proper burnt the HTV as well as my finger on my iron. In the book's defense, it was my first time using leather paper and I forgot to test their chemistry.

On The Bind

Everything else went swimmingly, aforementioned shit aside. I tried not to make this book scream Christmas and leaned into a more subtle theme through color choices. I finally got to use this lovely red leather paper from Itoya, which my parents bought me during their trip in Japan. Many thanks to @celestial-sphere-press for helping me out with the shops to visit!

The design cover was made on Illustrator. The words are actually the fic prompts which I arranged in concentric circles, inspired by the arrangement of the advent candles in our local church from years back. I have no idea what paper my print place used, but it has some nice pulp to it.

As I said, I melted the HTV and certain parts refused to stick, so I peeled all of it off, except for the spine title (which miraculously stuck) and used my foil quill pen instead. I used an off-brand one and it's really good!

I also did this sort of strip across the edge which I learned is called a "river" as Nic @bindsbymunchkin called it. The side near the spine though, looked asymmetrically empty, so I added the foiling. And as this is an anthology, the punctuations was a design choice to convey the start and end and pauses in-between stories (and mostly because they just look fancy lol).

Like my last bind, the edges are gold which is comprised of an undercoat of diluted dark gray Sakura acrylic paint and many layers of Liquitex iridescent gold acrylic ink.

Endbands are made with alternating colors of cream, gray, and gold DMC cotton threads, however I'm learning I don't very much like how sewn endbands look on small flatbacks.

The endpapers are my fave. I had already tipped in plain cream cardstock but then I was like: this book needs MARBLED PAPER! so I ripped off the one I had stuck and replaced it. It's actually not real marbled paper HAHA. I sourced it from this site, printed it on some heavy paper, and oh my god I believe the universe really meant for me to find this pattern because it coincidentally matched the colors of the endbands!!

On The Typeset

I wanted to keep things cohesive but also give each story its own character. Libre Baskerville was a lovely typeface to do that on.

From left to right: Les Pelerins, I'm Never Lonely When I'm With You, On The Virtues of Inexhaustible Burning

For Les Pelerins, I wanted to mimic the silhouette of the establishments in Montmartre, hence the varying heights of the letters. If I wasn’t on a time crunch, I would’ve spent more time editing the headers but alas this is what we get. INLWIWY is more straightforward– a pinecone, which was a recurring theme in the story. And I think OTVOIB is my favorite. I drew tiny gold cracks onto the coal rock which is a significant element in the story. It still gives me that stomach flip whenever I reread it (iykyk).

#sting and snout bindery #buzzing books #z’s biblioteca #fanbinding #bookbinding #binderary2023 #dramione #pacificrimbaud #dhr advent 2022 #dhr fic #ficbinding #dhr advent

[cursed-saphire-hart]

[ PokeVerse Redesigns ]

[ Full Resolution ]

These were really fun to do, and being able to redesign my kids to use them again really made me happy. Luckily it wasn't too difficult to fix their stories to fit the new narrative, especially since their pretty much the same, just in a different universe and setting. Tobi had the most story changes, but they all got their share tbh XD They Also got their Pokémon partners decided :3 Tobi has a fire ice theme, so he gets a pair of normal and Alolan Vulpix. Maxx gets a fluffy Woobat, bc its fits so well with its fluff n heart nose to his vampire theme. Ethan of course needs a kitty, so I gave him a psychic kitty with no thoughts behind those eyes. And lastly Theo gets a teddy bear bc once again it FITS very well : D

Other art of the kids: [ NG Poke Kids ] [ Sour Twist: Party of Three ][ 3 x 3 = &lt;3 ] [ more about Sarah ] [ Challenger Sarah ] [ A Pair of Brunettes ] [ PMD Redo Page ] [ Puppets ] [ 70s Fashion ] [ Party of Three: Kids Refurbished ] [ Sour Twist Kids Doodle Dump ]

Team Updates will be posted on my [ Twitter ] or my [ Tapas ] Along with info updates n stuff like that. Once the story is up for reading, it'll be posted here [ ScViNuzlocke: Party of Three ] which will hopefully be on a coherent schedule QwQ

Get early access to new content on Patreon for 2$

#eddsworld #saphire harts #pokemon #pkmn fanart

[i-am-bella-donna]

Such a Promising Young Witch

AO3

Story Summary:

When Lilith Clawthorne was thirteen, she had promise. She had potential. Now, Lilith Clawthorne was thirty, and she was worthless.

Pairings: Platonic Darius x Lilith

Word Count: 4,000

CONTENT WARNINGS: ANXIETY ATTACKS, DISSOCIATION, SELF-HATRED, SUICIDE (SUICIDAL THOUGHTS)

A/N: Story Theme Song: Achilles Come Down (Female Version) by Annapantsu

Be careful, folks. This one is a little heavy.

No one dies or attempts suicide, but Lilith is not having a good time.

~~~

“She’s such a promising young witch.”

Lilith fought back a groan and hunched further over her office desk, a hand coming up to pinch the bridge of her nose as memories interrupted the more productive flow of thought.

“Who?”

“Lilith Clawthorne—that teenager with the dark red hair.”

“The one in the Potions Track?”

“Yeah!”

Her other hand trembled around her pen, sending a wide streak of ink across the page. Through her blurry vision, she could not tell how bad the smear was, but dread settled in her stomach nonetheless. She scrubbed at her eyes.

The Emperor expected—no, deserved perfection.

Her hands were still shaking as she straightened and decided to continue. She wanted to go back and redo the ruined paperwork, but was already running low on time. While she may have been willing to spend as long as necessary on her work, she could not afford to make the Emperor wait for her.

Lilith swallowed. The room was cold. Her head was spinning and her teeth were rattling.

“I bet she’s a shoo-in for the Emperor’s Coven!”

“Well, either her or her sister.”

“Are you kidding? Have you seen how much time Lilith spends studying?”

She had stopped watching the clock a while ago. The numbers were becoming too fuzzy.

“That girl works harder than any other student at Hexside—Edalyn has no idea who she’s up against!”

“Yeah, but we all know Edalyn is stronger. Lilith can study all she wants, but no amount of studying can replace raw power.”

She needed to pull herself together. The Emperor was counting on her. He had seen her for all of her horrible actions—and instead of scorning her, he had offered his hand in support.

“Bring me the Owl Lady, and I will heal the curse with no mention of your involvement. For such a promising young witch as yourself, I doubt it will be an issue.”

Lilith was supposed to capture Eda. She had tried to capture Eda, using the best of her efforts.

And still she failed.

Time and time again, she failed.

She had failed the Emperor.

She had failed herself.

She had failed Eda.

The bells of the clock tower tolled in the distance, ringing softly through her office. She usually found the noise soothing, like a call for sleep. But now it was just another reminder of how much time she was wasting—and how little she was getting done. The noise pounded against her skull and drew a groan from her.

She was twenty-nine years old, and she was even failing at maintaining a proper sleep schedule.

So much for being promising, she thought with a note of bitterness. I think I cursed the wrong witch.

The ink on the page was spreading. Spots of ink were blotting her vision, too.

There was a knock on her office door.

Almost on instinct, Lilith shot to her feet, paying no mind to her chair crashing to the ground behind her. She blinked the dark static out of her vision and gripped the edge of her desk as the room swayed beneath her feet.

Was it the Emperor?

Kikimora?

The Golden Gu—wait, he was dead.

Who in their right mind would still be working—and visiting her office—at such a late hour?

Another knock.

Lilith bit the inside of her cheek, her heartbeat picking up and her grip tightening. Why were they not—

Oh. Right.

“Come in!” she finally called out, her voice like broken glass. Internally, she winced. When was the last time she had spoken? Or drunk water?

I said I would get up for a drink when I finished two more pages of work. That was ten pages ago.

To be fair, water will be a nice reward if—when I am finished.

The door swung open and Lilith stiffened, posture tightening until a bolt of pain shot through her shoulders. She opened her mouth to apologize for her messy office and disheveled appearance, only for her visitor to cut her off.

“Sweet Titan, you should be asleep by now,” Darius scoffed, folding his arms and staring down at her with judgment. “How—actually, why are you still awake?”

Lilith blinked, unsure of how to reply as shame settled over her. Darius rolled his eyes at her lack of response and shut the door behind him, taking a few steps closer and giving her a once-over. He opened his mouth, and Lilith internally braced herself for a scolding.

“Do you even bother to take care of yourself anymore?”

There it was.

She blinked again to clear the blurry sight of his face, digging her nails into her skin as a chill shot down her spine. Darius clicked his tongue, and distantly, Lilith realized she was trembling.

How do I answer that question?

As though sensing her loss for words, Darius lifted his Scroll. There was a bright flash of light before Lilith could react, and then Darius was holding his Scroll out for her to see. It took a few seconds for her to recognize the image as a photograph of herself, and a few more for her breath to catch in her throat.

Titan—she looked awful.

Her skin was bloodless and drained of life, and her eyes were glassy with dark shadows underneath. Her hair was a tangled mess. The edges of her image were blurred slightly, as though even the camera had picked up on her shaking.

Any possible response remained stuck in the back of her throat. Darius nodded as though expecting this reaction, shoving his Scroll back into his pocket. “Being a Coven Head is time consuming, but that’s no excuse for neglecting self-care.” He paused, eyeing her nest of hair. “Or basic hygiene.”

“Easy for you to say,” she grumbled. “You seem to have plenty of spare time on your hands, Coven Head or not.” Her voice carried more of a bitter note than she would have liked, but she did not really care. It was an open secret that Darius and the Golden Guard had a close relationship—even Lilith had noticed. For a while, it had been almost wonderful to watch. Darius gained a lightness that Lilith had not seen since his falling-out with Alador and Odalia.

Then the Golden Guard died.

And everything changed.

“It’s a wonder you’re still standing,” Darius continued as though he had not heard her. “I leave you alone for a few weeks, and this is what you let yourself become?”

A few weeks?

It had been a few years since he had even bothered to have a real conversation with her.

After Hexside, she had found herself losing everyone. Her parents certainly did not care about her—they did not attend her initiation ceremony, or her Coven Head inauguration.

Raine was too close to Eda for Lilith to speak to them without being consumed with guilt. Still, she found that they crossed her mind every time she saw a particularly proficient bard—anyone with enough passion to remind her of the witch who had practically become a second younger sibling. Did they miss her as much as she missed them?

Perry had been one of her favorite study-buddies, but between their respective careers, they were too busy to meet up. Still, she watched his news channel whenever she had the chance.

Odalia and Alador had cut everyone off for reasons she neither knew nor understood. Darius was far more bitter about the situation, but he refused to speak on it. None of them had been invited to the wedding.

Eda and Lilith had not been in the same room for several years. Lilith could not tell whether that choice had been for the best.

But despite everything, she still had Darius by her side. They rose through the ranks together, just like how Lilith had once imagined doing with Eda.

And then Darius stopped talking to her.

She was truly alone.

Lilith had given up her friends, her family, her life—and for what? Her wasted potential?

She had taken a gamble and lost, and now she was forever in the debt of karma.

Failure.

“Sorry…” she forced out. She was not entirely sure why she was apologizing.

“What for?”

Her heart thumped in her chest. The room was spinning slowly. You need to answer. What did you do wrong this time?

“Wasting your time?”

Darius sighed, sending a spike of fear and shame through her body. It was entirely pathetic—how had she even managed to claw her way into becoming a Coven Head?

It should have been Eda.

She was such a promising young witch, but Eda was more than just promising. Eda was powerful.

And I was jealous of her, so I ruined her life.

How long before she managed to disappoint the Emperor, too? How long before he stopped giving her chances, and threw her out of the coven, and—

“Honestly, Lilith,” Darius chided, snapping her back from her thoughts. He crossed his arms. “You need to prioritize yourself more often. Do you think the Emperor wants you wasting away like this?”

He should be disappointed in me.

The words sent another wave of shame through her. She wrapped her arms around her shaking torso. Perhaps if she had been in a normal state of mind, she would have been able to better conceal her reaction.

But as it was, she was exhausted and running on fumes, so she averted her eyes and fought the urge to break down.

The clock ticked.

Darius sighed. He set the forgotten chair upright and guided her to sit down, the gentleness of his hands at odds with the annoyed look on his face. “Wait here,” he instructed before vanishing through the door.

Not entirely sure what was happening, Lilith seized the opportunity of solitude and turned back to the pile of paperwork on her desk. However, she quickly found she could not actually bring herself to work. Her hands were unnaturally heavy, as though there were weights strapped to her limbs. The papers fuzzed so greatly in her vision, she might as well have been reading them underwater—and what little she could make out, she simply could not process. Her teeth were chattering badly, not at all helping matters.

I have to work.

Her eyes burned.

I can’t—

“Am I going to return to an imminent crisis every time I leave you alone?”

Startled, Lilith jerked her head upward. Somehow, Darius had already returned and was towering over her, holding out….

Was that a coven scout mask?

She stared, uncomprehending, until Darius rolled his eyes. “Put the mask on,” he instructed, speaking slowly as though she was stupid. “On the off chance that we run into someone, they’ll think I’m escorting an overworked coven scout back to their quarters. No one will know it’s you.”

Oh. Lilith blinked, trying to wrap her mind around his claim.

“Put the mask on,” she echoed blankly, accepting the cold metal with shaking hands and pressing it to her face. Tired as she was, she was still capable of following a direct order.

Her face tingled slightly as the enchantment adhered the mask to her skin, holding the it in place as Darius lifted her easily into his arms. Lilith yelped in an undignified manner, disoriented by the sudden motion. Her vision briefly spotted out.

She could practically feel Darius rolling his eyes as he carried her out of the room, using a small spell circle to shut off the lights and close the door behind him. “Later, you and I need to have a long discussion,” he said as they made their way through the halls. Lilith suddenly understood why he had insisted she wear a mask, and weak gratitude filled her chest. How oddly…kind of him. “Especially about your complete lack of care toward yourself and your health.”

Yourself and your health.

Lilith frowned slightly behind her mask. Why did that matter?

She had outlived her use. She had once been such a promising young witch.

And now she had failed.

She should have let herself lose, all those years ago.

She wanted Eda here with her.

But it was her own fault that her sister was alone, living in the woods with neither support nor family.

Her self-control slipped and her breath caught slightly, a sharp pain lancing through her chest.

Darius clicked his tongue again. “Titan—you’re so tired, you’re shaking,” he said, his tone filled with disapproval and only loud enough for her to hear. “Lilith, this isn’t healthy.”

I can sleep when I’m worthy of it, she thought but did not say. Her lips were practically glued shut, and Darius already seemed unhappy enough.

Her thoughts were yanked back into her body as Darius stopped short, and Lilith realized that they had somehow already reached her room. She could not understand how he managed to unlock and open her door without placing her down, but the next thing she knew, he was setting her on her bed and locking the door behind him. She bit her lip and let her chin fall into her hands, watching him move through blurred vision.

He still had the key she had once given him.

It should not have surprised her. The key to his room was hidden at the back of her closet, in a box that also contained her Hexside yearbook and old photo album. Despite everything, she just…could not bring herself to get rid of it.

“All right,” Darius muttered to himself as he stepped over to her dresser. “I hope you have clean pajamas to wear.”

Lilith blinked, barely understanding what was happening and wanting nothing more than to fall back onto her bed and sleep—but no, she had more work to do. And she was still shaking—

“Lilith.”

“What?” Her voice was strange, even to her own ears. She might as well have been underwater.

“Your pajamas, Lilith. Do you have a preference?” There was the sound of a drawer opening and closing—wait, when had she closed her eyes? “And take off the mask. You don’t need it anymore.”

Robotically, she lifted a hand to her face and removed the coven scout mask, flinching as it landed on the floor with an audible thud. Her hands fell into her lap and swam before her eyes, mind dull and barely processing her surroundings.

I can’t do this.

Her face was hot. Her throat burned. She could not stop trembling—

“I swear—Lilith, you cannot keep going like this.” Rustling. “You’re going to kill yourself at this rate, and I can’t—”

Darius cut himself off.

Her blood ran cold.

What did I do wrong what did I do wrong what did—

Footsteps hurried as they approached the bed. Lilith became aware of her position—hunched over with her hands now covering her eyes, elbows propped up on her knees. Her hands felt slimy where they touched her face.

“Shit.” Darius spoke unusually softly, his voice filled with concern that Lilith had not heard from anyone in…so long. “What’s wrong?”

The bed dipped slightly as Darius took a seat beside her. His hands were gentle as they pulled her close, warmth all but bleeding through her clothes and somehow making her tremble harder. He let her keep her hands up by her face as she leaned into his chest.

Lilith shrugged loosely, her tongue like lead in her throat.

He shifted her in his grasp, one hand running up and down her back and the other remaining tight around her shoulders. “You’re…” He paused, and Lilith was suddenly struck by dread. “You’re crying.”

What?

Her hands were wet.

She was crying. She was crying in front of someone else, which she had not done since she was a child.

Worse, it was Darius.

Darius, who had once been her best friend.

Who had been the only person by her side as she moved up the ranks of her coven.

Who had laughed with her after her initiation ceremony, and brought her food and water after hard missions.

Who had fallen quickly in love with the Golden Guard, and even more quickly into grief when he was gone.

Who had brushed Lilith off just before everything went wrong, and had stopped answering her calls and messages.

Who now never spoke to her without the clipped tone he used for all the coven heads.

Who, just like her parents, had all but thrown her away.

She wanted to tear herself away and shove him out of the room. She wanted to pull him close and never let him go.

She wanted to fall back asleep and never wake up, because Titan, she could not keep doing this.

Her lungs burned. “I—I c-can’t—I can’t be—”

“Lilith, it’s okay.” His voice was so soft, she wanted to scream.

Lilith could not understand what was happening—why Darius cared, why she was not moving, why her mind was so hazy, why she could not feel her hands or feet or stop fucking shaking—

“I n-n-need to—”

She had to get back to work and be productive and good, or else Belos would—

A gasping sob tore past her lips, and Lilith could no longer hide from the reality of it. She was falling apart like—like a fucking child, and—

I just want to sleep.

I just want to die.

She ducked her head lower, fists moving up to clench in her hair. Darius could not see her face, but he somehow hugged her tighter, hooking his chin over her head. “No. You need to rest, Lilith,” he told her quietly. Solemnly. “You need to eat. You need to—need to stop hurting yourself like this.” His voice was starting to sound just as…wrong as her own. Did she do that?

Maybe that should be her new life philosophy. She needed to stop messing up.

Her head was pounding. Tears stung dry skin as they fell. Lilith just wanted it to stop.

She was supposed to be better than this. The Emperor himself had chosen her.

The Emperor made a mistake.

I just want to be good again.

Breathing was hard. She found herself shaking once more—or had she never stopped?

I can’t do this I can’t do this I can’t do this—

“Lilith, please—” Darius was not supposed to sound so desperate. Lilith could not see his face, or anything else—when had her eyes slipped shut?

Titan, she was so tired.

She could not keep doing this. Not anymore.

I don’t want to live like this.

I have to keep going.

I don’t want to keep going.

She was supposed to be better than this.

I just want to die.

Lilith never knew it was possible to be so exhausted with life—so tired that the thought of waking up in the morning was agony. She never knew what her future had in store for her.

Darius was still talking to her, but Lilith could barely understand what he was saying. Fog clouded her mind and muffled her thoughts. Her breathing still hurt. She did not want to be awake anymore—she just wanted to be away.

How would her younger self view her now? Curled into Darius, crying like an overtired child—they had not been so close in so long.

Briefly, an image flashed in her head—two teenagers hiding in the back corner of the library. They shared so many secrets between those shelves. Darius shared his feelings for Alador, Lilith shared her lack of romantic interest in anyone, and both of them shared their fears and hopes for their futures in their covens. Although they would never admit it to anyone else, they made whispered promises to remain in contact, no matter what happened to the rest of their friends. No matter what their futures held.

And here they were now.

No one else was with them.

They never shared secrets anymore.

A hand on her face snapped her from her stupor and sent a shot of panic down her spine. She had no time to react before Darius pulled away slightly. Lilith blinked through blurry vision, mortified as Darius searched her face, even as tears were still slipping past her lashes.

“Lilith, breathe.”

She tried to listen to him. She tried to catch her breath. He set his hand on her shoulder, one arm still wrapped around her. His expression was dark enough to twist her stomach.

“Listen to me,” he said, quiet and deadly serious. Her teeth chattered and she hugged herself tightly but nodded, biting her lip to stifle her sobs.

It was only when she met his eyes that he continued. “You spent years working for this position. You studied. You trained. And you earned your spot, because the Emperor decided you were worthy.”

No—I got this position because I cursed my own sister.

Even Darius sounded bitter when he spoke, like he was agreeing with her without even knowing.

“But,” he continued, snapping her back to the present. “You…are still just one person.” He paused and cleared his throat, averting his eyes. She fought the urge to rub her own. “You need food, and hygiene, and rest. Taking time for those things isn’t a failure on your part.”

But that wasn’t—

She wasn’t—

He didn’t—

“You don’t get it!” she finally spit out with surprising force. “I—I was s-s-supposed to be better than this—I-I-I’m failing at—at my work, and no matter h-how much time I spend, I’m still just—just—”

I was such a promising young witch.

I had potential.

Now, I am nothing.

I just want to die.

She felt, more than saw, Darius stiffen.

“I…didn’t realize how bad things were,” he said quietly. She was not even sure whether she heard him correctly, but guilt bubbled up inside her nonetheless.

Just another way I fucked up.

The clock ticked on.

Finally, Darius sighed and pulled her back against him. “It’s late, and you’re too tired to understand what I’m saying. You might not even remember this conversation in the morning.”

Screwup.

“Just…get some rest. Please?”

Her head throbbed as cold abomination matter surrounded her, and she was surprised to find the scratchy fabric of her uniform replaced with soft pajamas that she had not worn in…a long time. Warm hands moved her into a reclining position and pulled heavy blankets over her, alleviating the worst of her trembling. Her breathing was heavy but steady, tears slowing as exhaustion took over.

Every sense filled with static, and Lilith realized with distant alarm that she was falling asleep.

But she did not even have the energy to feel ashamed—just a faint pulse of relief.

I can’t do this anymore.

A hand swept the hair away from her forehead, but she was already out.

~~~

Darius let out a heavy sigh as he stepped away, watching Lilith settle into an uneasy sleep. For a moment, he could do nothing more than listen to her heavy breathing soften. Not for the first time, guilt simmered inside him like an open flame.

He and Lilith had been friends. Best friends. They stood by one another as they rose through the ranks.

And then Jasper died.

Darius had never intended to abandon Lilith. But her blind loyalty to Belos put him off, first as he questioned the Emperor and later as the deep chasm of resentment tore open inside him. Lilith continued to obey Belos like a dog trailing after its master, and the idea of someone worshiping that awful man filled him with rage.

It was easier to brush her off. He never actually meant to hurt her.

His intentions did not matter here.

“I just want to die.”

Had she even realized she was talking aloud?

Watching the tears drying on her cheeks, Darius swore to do better. Even if Lilith kneeled before Belos and all but kissed his feet, he would do better. He would be kinder.

Tearing himself away from her bedside, he made his way to the door and threw her one last regretful glance.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “Get some rest, Lilith. Please.”

~~~

A/N: After four months, this is finally complete.

Also—if you are reading this between midnight and six in the morning, take the advice from Darius and go to sleep.

#nightshade writes #such a promising young witch #the owl house #lilith clawthorne #darius deamonne #platonic darius x lilith #pre canon #angst #hurt/comfort #exhaustion #friendship #late night conversations #sleep deprivation #anxiety attacks #dissociation #self hatred #suicide #suicidal thoughts #author is sleep deprived

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

*goes on anon so u dont hate me* .Edward The Really Useful Engine?

Nonny. Why.

Why.

You musta known this was like lobbing a grenade in my inbox, and you must be looking forward to a blithering rant.

Well, I am gonna give you everything you want.

Welcome to the absolute worst fucking episode of what is otherwise, for the standard-gauge boys at least, a perfectly respectable season.

Welcome to clearly-written-by-committee hell.

Welcome to EtRUE.

Warning, in case you haven't already guessed: I am going to continue to indulge in an absolutely unnecessary amount of swearing.

1. This redo of Edward's theme is so sad. We're 10 seconds in and I'm already depressed. The familiar melody tells my dopamine receptors to get ready for action!

But then there's no joy. Dopamine remains unproduced. This muddy, limping rendition actually makes my houseplants start to droop and wither and my dogs start to sigh.

2. Okay, one positive—the bit where we see James scowling and then at the end of the train a smiling Edward pushing from behind and wryly eying the camera as if to say "yeahhhh... he's in one of his Moods..." is actually pretty funny.

It's a sheet of tissue paper in the coming tsunami of awful, but hey. I'm a harsh grader. But I'm fair.

3. WHY. WHY. WHY ARE WE DOING ANOTHER FUCKING STORY ABOUT EVERYONE WRITING OFF EDWARD BECAUSE HE'S OLD.

WE'VE DONE THIS. WE'VE DONE THIS SO WELL THAT NO ONE WILL EVER BE ABLE TO MATCH 'OLD IRON' OR 'EXPLOIT' EVER AGAIN. THERE IS NO WAY TO WIN THIS GAME EVEN IF YOU ARE A COMPETENT WRITER.

WHICH CLEARLY WHOEVER THE HELL SIGNED OFF ON THIS SCRIPT WASN'T.

4. But #3 isn't even the worst point. If you needed that plot, if you really needed it... it could still work. You could have newbies to the island raise this issue again... if you really want to. You could have waited until next season, when the TVS starts adding (gasp!) BR Standards to the fleet. You could have brought back some of those diesel models that you've been underusing so criminally and actually done something with them.

What they DID do is to give this role of "hahaha, let's Mean Girls edward for the lolz" to... the fucking Big Three.

Guys, the Big Three can be stupid but they're not this stupid. They are not gonna set themselves up for yet another bloody round of Hand Edward a Chance to Humiliate Us Again on a Silver Platter.

And even if they WERE, this is just... sad. Even if we ignore RWS, even if we stipulate that TVS exists in one of those weird universes where time pretty much stands still, nevertheless... at some point if you're going to act like the cast are friends you have to! actually! LET THEM ALL BE FRIENDS!! Like, roasting each other is one thing, hell even complaining right in his earshot that your friend got the bloody special everyone wanted and can't even get it started is one thing, Vitriolic Best Buds is a whole tvtropes page, but essentially saying 'omg send him to the bloody scrapyard already,' fuck my life, CAN THE WRITERS NOT SEE HOW THIS IS A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT CATEGORY?

In fact even by the point of 'Exploit' the milder version of this trope was rather tired but we quite rightly don't even notice because that story slapped. Which (spoiler alert) this one doesn't. But the point here is that in the RWS the big three notably, after the 'Exploit,' never go down this road again. They found new bloody targets, like diesels and even (and this is hilarious) Thomas. I can understand why TVS couldn't really use the amazing content of "the big engines start making cracks about how old Thomas is" but seriously. This is just criminally unfair characterisation to the three of them on multiple levels.

Especially Gordon. In this season he's already been designated as the Stupid Ass rather too often even for him... but this is where it clearly goes over the top.

5.

.

..

...

YES HE BLOODY WELL DOES??????????????????????

6. Okay, fine. This is not a railway documentary I'm watching. Moving on.

But it is supposed to be an ensemble series.

So let's go back to that bit of dialogue, shall we? See if you can spot yet another characterisation problem here:

Gordon: Edward is a useless old steampot. He should be retired. Percy: But he doesn't have tyres???? Thomas: *laughing* RE-tired, Percy! 'Retired' means 'taken out of service.'

The idea that Gordon could be having a go at Edward and Thomas is just chillin', kicking his wheels and contentedly giving vocabulary lessons, beggars belief.

The source for this ep is not a magazine story. Even Andrew Brenner (derogatory) did this better, knowing that Thomas's reaction in this scenario would be to clap back at Gordon and immediately start thinking of ways to pay him out.

But here Thomas is just vibing.

(I hate to smear his great name, but sadly the writer credit for this episode is in fact David Mitton.

As said, I suspect the execs, realizing they had a "main character" who'd not actually been an MC in an episode for four seasons, got too involved in this script.)

6. While Thomas is off in la-la land, Percy takes this not-very-quiet whispering campaign against Edward to heart and frets about it to the point where his driver asks what's wrong. Then the driver goes to the Fat Controller and we have yet another WTF moment.

But before we get there, a note about this bit. Percy's concern for Edward is nice. They came so. close. to doing a good here.

Remember when Edward coached Percy on what a deputation was? And how (hilariously) the big engines then strong-armed Percy into (gasp) talking to the Fat Controller about their concerns?

I could have forgiven everything about this episode if they had been smart enough to have Percy decide to present himself to the Fat Controller as a depot-station and to ask that something be done. That would have been such a smart genuinely heartwarming callback.

But we don't do "smart" or "genuinely heartwarming" this episode. Also, we don't do much of "letting the engines have any actual agency" during this entire season.

So fuck us, I guess.

7. The Fat Controller's reaction to hearing that the big engines are talking shit about Edward is almost as unbelievable as Thomas's. "I shall attend to the matter immediately!"

... You will?

The engines shit-talk each other constantly and he's never once intervened. He's concerned about confusion and delay—he's never cared much about their manners towards each other.

But Jobes, it's Edward who never says a truly mean word, this is a clear-cut case of bullying.

So???? This isn't new!!!!!! Big engines have been running down Edward for the entire franchise so far!!!!! As I complained above!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, but fine. I can accept some explanations here. Maybe no one usually brings this stuff to his attention. Or maybe he's as sick of the "mwahaha Edward is so old and weak" trope as I am and he just snapped and decided he never wanted to have to deal with this shit ever again?

Fine.

So, what would a sane, normal man do? He could just go and scold the big engines, who adorably tend to turn into blushing little kittens when this dude who is one-sixth their height wags a finger at them. If that doesn't suffice, he could stick Gordon on banking for a while? Or just lock them in a shed with a projector showing 'Old Iron' on repeat for as many days as it takes for them to remember that their complaints are fucking idiotic?

No. He decides to show the big engines that they should stop complaining about their colleagues' services by... replacing Edward with Duck.

What. The actual. Hell.

8. Unsurprisingly, when the big engines hear this, they seem to feel themselves utterly vindicated. Edward has been replaced on banking, and by a significantly stronger engine.

Yeah, Topham. That'll show 'em.

9. As an intermission before the (in)glorious climax to this growing dumpster fire of a plot, FC sends Edward to... show Stepney how to run his branch line.

Yes, you read that right.

FC has finally acquired (so it seems?????) one engine who in fact has loads more experience than Edward and he's like "you know what, you should go show this youngster the ropes. i mean, you know those Terriers, famously incompetent at everything."

I. am going. to start. THROWING THINGS.

10. The scene where FC actually gives Edward these orders is utterly unnecessary. This lil' exchange could all have been paraphrased by the narrator, freeing up valuable and much-lacking screentime for the triumphant climax. However, I suppose it DID give Edward a chance to... say a line.

The titular character gets two lines in "his" entire episode.

Because this plot is more convoluted than the footpaths of Cairo. That's why.

So I take that back. The scene wasn't unnecessary. The story would have felt really stupid if Edward hadn't even properly appeared until the end...

Oh wait. The story feels really stupid anyway.

To give credit where credit is due, at least Edward is perfectly in-character. (Meaning he's damn near the only one in this episode who is.)

11. Here, meditate for a moment on a happier world where instead of this shitty story we instead got an episode about Edward and Stepney's time working together:

Would it have been a very quaint, low-stakes episode? Probably revolving around a slightly grumpy passenger or perhaps a sweet mummy bird making a nest in a coach's brakepipe or something else idyllic-ly Christopher Awdry-esque?

Yeah.

But it would have been wholesome and fresh and and it could not have possibly have been stupider than the episode we actually got.

This is actually the bit that makes me think that Mitton's original script got chopped up by a production committee acting like hacksaw-crazy mad doctors. Because it makes me wonder if that Mitton's primary goal in this whole episode was to establish that Stepney now has a branch line firmly on the Fat Controller's railway. It's unclear whether it is 'the bluebell line' and he's just retconning it to be part of the same railway as the rest of the cast or whether he's just quietly transferred Stepney so that they no longer need excuses to keep bringing him back.

Anyway I think this literally the most interesting aspect: just this random interlude where Mitton is establishing some Lore that he clearly wanted to use in future stories.

Too bad we never got them, and instead future writers decided to ignore the opening to use a lot more of Stepney in favor of just rewriting Big Engines Talking Shit About Eddie AGAIN.

12. In a very convenient scene, Duck is conveniently overwhelmed by the trucks as a convenient way to try to force the plot to move forward again.

In a better episode I would accept that Sometimes Things Just Happen, but I'm not feeling too tolerant after the last three minutes of torment.

DUCK? THE TRUCKS GETTING THE BETTER OF DUCK?

SINCE?

BLOODY?

WHEN?

Above: an engine who is about to sue David Mitton for libel

13. I will admit, I legitimately enjoy the trucks' taunting song. Is it incredibly stupid?

🎶🎶🎶 DUCK SHOULD PLAY WITH OTHER DUCKS COZ HE'S NO GOOD AT PULLING TRUCKS! 😆😆😆

Yes.

But it is the trucks, so their 2 seconds in the limelight at least feel 100% on-point.

14. Maybe when Gordon starts pushing Duck's train we'll get a call-back to 'Double Header' ("Get on, you!!!!")?

No?

It just feels like Gordon would have been cursing Duck out around now.

#LetGordonSayBother

15. Soooooo, for some reason... Edward is available to help? Instead of being on Stepney's branch?? He's just chilling at Wellsworth??? What, having a nap while Duck did his work????

*beat*

Sure. Fine...

Again giving credit where credit is due, at least when Edward is called to help get two stranded trains started again, we don't have to do any of the HiT/early!Brennaisance bullshit song-and-dance about 'ohhhhhhhh, but 😢 i don't know 🥺 if i'm 👉👈 strong enough to do that.. 😢. 😢'

Like I said, I will freely own Edward is 100% in-character throughout this terrible viewing experience. Classic RWS stuff ("I'll come and try!")

Too bad that, despite the title, he's essentially an ascended extra.

16. Okay, thus far the episode was just kind of a meandering mess of odd ideas. In the final minute here, it runs out of the road of Mediocre and vrooms over the cliff of Painfully Bad.

First of all, the big climax is a nothingburger, cinematically speaking. It's been implied heavily that this is difficult, but it's not shown.

One of the weaknesses throughout this season has been that—I don't know how to describe it—the models all seem to be in too short a gear? They start and they stop soooooo quickly that they seem like toys rather than engines. Get the fuck out of my face with But, hur dur dur, they ARE— No. A combination of taking the movements to and from a stop slowly, as well as great chuffing and braking sound effects, used to give these moments a verisimilitude that is sorely lacking here. It's been a problem throughout Season 6, and it becomes egregious in rescue scenes. It made Douglas rescuing Donald anti-climactic. And it makes this anticlimactic too.

Look at some of the great parallel scenes in seasons past. Henry's wheels locked up as Thomas pushes with all his might. Henry's wheelslip when he starts the Flying Kipper. Gordon's difficulty and heavy chuffing in rescuing Thomas from the mine.

Here Edward just ✨ l'arrives✨ and, quicker than you can say "c'mon, lads, let's get on with it!" he's already got "the strange train" moving.

I have a terrible suspicion that someone thought that the effortlessness would make the moment more impressive?

I have an equally terrible suspicion that someone got lazy and thought that they could make the scene Cool by all the rubbish surrounding it instead of by the moment itself?

17. Which brings us to All the Rubbish Surrounding It.

I think the idea for the end of this was meant to be slap Gordon around with a good ol'-fashioned Humiliation Conga Line. Which, legit. Trust me, after the season he's had, he's earned one and so have we.

But the writers didn't understand how to pull one off. It's supposed to be funny.

They went in for "earnest and preachy" instead... very different thing.

I cringed so fucking hard.

Give me "The Fat Controller pointed angrily at the clock" anyday.

(Speaking of whom, hope he palmed Stevie here a tenner after that lil' moment, as was surely pre-arranged...)

18.

Real True Transcription of Me Hissing at the Television:

Show???... don't tell??...

Show! Don't Tell!

SHOW!

DON'T!

TELL!!!

They're kids, David. Your target viewers are kids. This doesn't mean they're categorically idiots.

19. Okay, but at least they got the whole excessively morality-tale thing out of their system...

Fuckin' 'ell!

20.

It's a bad sign when a fucking internet parody author, who thought it would be a laugh to make a fanfic out of the series but have a lot more jokes about cigarettes, wee, and railway sex, was able to make the "apology scene" scene 10000% more emotionally compelling than it went down in canon.

Without even changing a word of the (shitty, shitty) dialogue.

But here we are, not in the warmth of Fandomland, but in cold hard reality. Yes, yes. We get it. Edward is ssooo self-effacing. Certainly he would never needle Gordon the Big Eng...

... oh. Wait.

21. Well, at least it's over. They can't possibly kick us in the 'nads again in the last 4 seconds—

The WHAT??

Wait.

THE PLAN??????

What a mind-screw right before we cut to the theme song, y'all. A reasonable viewer would have interpreted STH's "plan" as just... sending Edward somewhere else. A shitty plan, but at least not an actual plothole.

You mean to tell me, narrator, that the whole "Edward proved he was more reliable than Duck (DUCK!!!!!??????)" bit was according to STH's plan?

That. makes. no. bloody. sense!!!

STH figured the rigors of the job would make Duck stall out?

First of all, it seems shitty to set up Duck (totally fucking innocent in all this) as a goat.

But also this 'plan' is as unrealistic as it was unkind.

DUCK?

THE FUCKING GWR 5700??

NOTABLY WITH THIRTY YEARS' LESS WEAR AND A GOOD 10,000 LBF ON EDWARD????

I DON'T UNDERSTAND???????

I get Edward is Ol' Reliable himself, but the notion that if you sub in Duck sooner or later the engines will beg you for Edward back to help them is absolutely absurd.

At this point, I stomp furiously on this trashcan of an episode and then kick the resulting tin pancake as hard as I can. Hopefully it will get burned up in the ozone layer and never return to darken the face of this earth again.

22. Well, at least the TVS got it out of their system, promised that the conflict of Doubting Edward would be laid to rest, and will surely find new and better material for #2 going forwar—

OH

C'MONNNNNN!!!!

#girrrrrll i know it's you 😂 #i suspected at once but when you were so impatient you asked TWICE i was SURE <33 #chatter #ttte #this is ttte #ttte episode talk #ttte season 6 #etrue (derogatory) #ttte edward #ttte gordon #ttte percy #ttte stepney #ttte duck #percy was robbed #thomas was robbed #stepney was robbed #duck was robbed #gordon was robbed #even edward was robbed as i presume he'd rather have 'friends who aren't actively rooting for me to be sent for scrap' than 'vindication' #it's really genuinely just as bad as dunkin' duncan if you ask me #probably worse

[kemendin]

Gawd I need to redo my characters page so badly, mostly for the sake of my multiplying SWTOR characters. Might do a separate page for them. Anyone have any good page theme/layout recs? I don’t want to re-theme my whole blog, just one page that can look spiffy for my cast of space barbies. Preferably that has room for a brief bio on each of them.

#kem rambles

[bvannn]

Weekly Update March 29, 2024

I’m pretty volatile in terms of mood, but I did get a good amount of actual work done on projects. I’m exhausted, I haven’t fixed my sleep schedule yet because I’m addicted to working. Like I’ve genuinely tried to stop and go to be early or sleep in and I just always ‘just one more drawing, just one more verse, just one more thumbnail, it’s let me find this one perfect instrument, just let me finish these four bars, just let me-‘ and before you know it it’s two hours past bedtime and you haven’t even brushed your teeth yet. Or eaten dinner. On the bright side all the stuff I’ve done has gone pretty well!

First big exciting point, that little pitch comic I’ve been working on? Thumbnailing/writing is done. Done enough anyway. I might still go back to edit some pages but I can get going on others now, which is great because even though I’ll only post the full thing once I have the whole comic complete, I might post individual panels, so there will be stuff to see! I’m also going to try to keep writing at night, so I can let other episodes and stories play out a bit, but Art priority will be shifting more to the comic. It will be 30 pages so it will likely take a while, but I’m hoping I’ll be able to do 3 or so panels a week while I’m finishing up this semester and switch to a page a day once I have more time.

Music is also going very well. I’m putting the final mixing touches on a vocaloid cover song (unless I decide to go back and redo the guitar, which I might), which I’ll try to start putting visuals to soon, although that’ll likely be pretty slow since I finally got past the thing that was bottlenecking me on the comic project. I’ll also have to get licensing settled, although that currently looks to be affordable. The whole project has given me a taste for blood and now I want to do a bunch of other cover stuff, but good news: I also found a nearly finished cover of another song that I had put aside in favor of the Green Day one. That’ll probably take a while before I can call it ‘done’, though, whereas I could probably release the first cover song today if I really wanted. I have some time tonight where I’ll try to throw some music together, maybe I’ll work on that.

There’s a few smaller nearly-finished songs I dug up from the depths of my WIPs too, one I need to redo a melody line, one I was bottlenecked on finding a specific instrument for, which I did the other day in lab, and a few others that also either need structure or Melodies. Plus there’s those two that are waiting on lyrics still but I’m still chugging at that, just slowly. I might also try that one tonight too, if I finish or can’t do the vocal cover for whatever reason. There’s also a couple character themes that haven’t really been priorities but I did re-outline one that I’ve been working on, so once I have recording time I can go try that one. That one is on its third draft so I really hope this one will stick.

Other miscellaneous projects haven’t seen much progress this week. I’m still thinking things through for that epithet TTRPG campaign, but I’m having a bit of trouble outlining the third chapter. I just need more brain power for that though, so earlier bedtimes would do it. A couple other art things keep coming to mind but I’ve been focusing more on big projects, so that’ll probably continue if I can. This next week I want to focus on keeping my body as healthy as I can, and then comic, second cover song, and visuals for first cover song, in that order of priority. Passive projects I can work on while doing other activities will be epithet TTRPG planning, song lyrics, and outlining future comic stuff, in that order of priority. If I come up with any song Melodies or ideas for visuals for the song I’m finishing up those priorities might shift, but right now I want to stick to more of a plan, since it worked out well this week.

#weekly update

[stinkman007]

which one first (as time allows me)

AAARHHH! vote pls i feel the need 2 metallify my pages more

#polls #my polls #mutuals hi #please vote #tumblr votes #poll #tumblr polls #poll time #blog theme #new theme #carrd #graphics #tee hee hee #metal

[askwolfsbaneband]

(blows the dust off this blog)

HELLO FRIENDS! it is i, your humble wolf's bane mod. i'm coming back! in fact i am very nearly done with an 8 panel answer that i will be posting soon!! i assume most of you follow me on my main anyway, but if you don't, i have been... drawing nate nonstop. the interest wasn't gone i just was focused on different types of drawings.

now, the blog is a bit outdated, both artstyle-wise and information-wise. the blog's pages (linked in the pinned post) should be up to date, but i may have added things elsewhere that i forgot so i will be redoing those. the art is also absolutely out of date. the versions of the bios on the desktop theme are also out of date; the information i've added/changed is minimal but i do want it to all be accurate to my current ideas.

so i will be fixing those things, but give me a second to do it, i wanted to actually put out some asks first. if you want an undoubtedly current version of everything, i've made a second account on the fediverse, which you can find here. it doesn't have anything new but mild lore changes i already mentioned would be happening, plus it links to a retrospring account instead of any sort of native dm system. asks sent here and asks sent to retrospring will all be answered on both accounts, so you won't be missing anything unless it ends up inexplicably too horny to post on tumblr (lmao, it's possible). no pressure to join the fediverse or anything, i know it's a bit complicated. (and if you already have an account on some other instance, it might not federate with aethy, bc aethy is pro-kink and pro-fiction and some people don't like that.)

please feel free to send new asks either way! you don't actually need to know about anything nate-related i've been posting outside of this blog, bc none of it has become relevant yet (or may never at all). this account is self-contained!

i'll be posting the 5 new busts alongside the old ones in just a sec here, bc i am proud of them, but it might take me a bit to actually add them to the blog. but don't worry...

eeeeeverything is under control.

#ooc post #art: nate #art: johnny #art: ryan #me? posting important updates at 4am? more likely than you think

[kokialyrics]

Hello everyone, and thank you for checking out this blog despite the long hiatus. My sincere apologies for the lack of updates.

I have always intended to keep every entry on this blog lyrics-only, but I’m making one exception now to update you on the current status.

I am not abandoning this side blog, however, I am currently not able to translate more lyrics due to various circumstances. I do have a small backlog, but I haven’t gotten back to it, and updating the blog as I have done before is a lot of work. I am still considering to redo this blog completely (of course without deleting previous entries), but I’m unsure what the best course of action is here. Suggestions are very welcome!

I unfortunately got locked out of editing the pages in the menu, so I cannot update the full song list or discography pages right now. So, in order to reply to requests I have gotten so far:

from 16 - I have translated this song before, but I'm not happy with the result. I will redo this once I can.

octopus -secret mission- - I have attempted to translate this, but the amount of lyrics is very short and I am very unsure if I understood them properly. I will give it another try once I'm able to.

a gift - there are no official lyrics for this song, so I cannot translate it. The same goes for multiple other songs. I have included the list below of songs that have no official lyrics, or are already in English and thus won't need a translation.

Updated list of songs that are untranslatable, either due to no official lyrics or already being in English (last updated February 26, 2023):

a gift × Alice in Wonderland × Amazing Grace × Ancient A.I (feat. KOKIA) × Ave Maria × Black is the color × Blue skies × Bridge over troubled water × Bye bye blackbird × Chim Chim Cher-ee× Christmas Medley × Close To You × Credits (feat. KOKIA) × CURRENT × Currents × Demon's Souls × DESPERADO × E3 2015 Debut Trailer × Edelweiss × Epilogue × Everytime We Say Goodbye × Fever × Firelink Shrine × Gematria × Hajimaru yo ~ikimono no ongakukai~ × Hallelujah × Hana ni nare × Happy Birthday to You × Hoshikuzu no vocalise × I'l be home for Christmas × Isn't this a lovely day × It came upon the midnight clear × It's Only A Paper Moon × Lost Home × L-O-V-E × Love me tender × Lullaby Birdland × Lydia~Fairy Dance × Make Sense × Moon river × Moonlight in Vermont × MOONLIGHT SHADOW × Noel no theme ~saigo no tabi~ × One note samba × Over the rainbow × Prologue × Prologue "Remember me" × Ready to rock n'roll × Return to Slumber × Scarborough Fair × Secret Betrayal × Seirei no mai ~Dance of the spirit × Smile × Someday My Prince Will Come × Song of pocchong ~shizuku no uta × Strike Suit Zero Main theme (feat. KOKIA) × Teo torriatte (Let us cling together) × The frim fram sauce × The long and winding road × The rule of the universe × The Water is Wide × Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star × Unity (feat. KOKIA) × Waltz for Debby × Watching from Above × We three kings of Orient are × What a wonderful world × Why do I sing? × with music × Yes I know ×

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