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You’re definitely not being annoying and it wouldn’t be weird at all! and especially since it would be your birthday gift! :D and tbh I would really enjoy sending asks just for the Ideal Polycule (I mean for last year’s F/o takeover event I was the anon that specifically sent an ask for them ^^) also you could still add Zen to the Polycule if you want to! I mean I don’t much about overwatch but he would totally still help you with food/eating even though he’s not a foodie and + his warm color palette goes with everyone else in the Polycule! :]
You guys are so nice to me for literally no reason you're both so sweet.
I've never held an event up for a long amount of time, I think the most I got was like a week? We're gonna see if I can hold out all of February, if we have enough content for it.
Thankyou both so much for your feedback! I'm looking forward to this now!! I hope it'll be just as fun for y'all as it is for me!
also lil bonus the real behind the scenes reason why Zenyatta isn't in the ideal polycule officially;
#Emile's Arts#Thankyou for asking#I'm so lucky to have such nice people following me like seriously#I'm just a guy on the internet raving about my favorite funky guys#And y'all just come in here and be NICE#Love you you're so good#Aight Imma do some real Take Over stuff then#Like. A dedicated post about it with uh. Details I guess?#Rules maybe? Do I need rules? Probably not#To assign them colors I'd need to use the NEW post editor thing which I've only activated purposefully once#I'll get the banner done Monday-ish probably and that'll just act as the header for the about post as well#Yeah yeah yeah this'll work#I'm excited now y'all got me excited now! Very cool!!!!#Thankyou very much I am annoying but that's fine#What's the point of living if not to be annoying and self serving every here and there
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Eden actually likes her name. When she thinks about the muslin-draped horrors she could’ve gotten stuck with, like poor Suzie, she feels guiltily glad she dodged that bullet. If she’d been the one who had to shoulder the impossible burden of being named Suzie, who knows how she might’ve turned out.
Eden is a word that could go a lot of ways. It’s almost as good as Lilith or Isis or something. It’s the kind of name that could be sexy, in the right hands. The kind of name you could say on stage: ladies and gentlemen, introducing the one and only Eden—
That’s where the picture stalls out, though. Eden Bingham is pretty awful, no matter how you spin it. She wants to pick a stage name like some glamorous Hollywood actress, but she hasn’t decided exactly what she wants yet. She thinks it would be real elegant to pick something French, like…like Verne.
There’s a battered paperback tucked under her mattress at home, where sticky, prying little fingers can’t get at it. She’s not a fast reader, but she’s read it about a million times by now. Sometimes when she can’t sleep, she’ll take it out and just squint at it in the moonlight, tracing her fingertips over the faded elephant on the cover. It’s a story about some guy who was so bored he decided to travel all around the world, and nobody stopped him. He could just go. He didn’t have any kids or anything that he had to take care of or look after; in fact, there was some guy whose whole job was to look after him.
For a little while, Eden thought about borrowing the main guy’s last name, but Eden Fogg sounds kind of old and stuffy. She could take the French valet’s name, but she’s not completely confident she knows how to pronounce Passepartout, and she’s terrified she’s going to say it wrong and nobody’s going to take her seriously ever again.
The author’s French too, though, and his name seems a lot easier to handle. So, lately she’s been looking in the mirror and saying Eden Verne, hi my name is Eden Verne real quiet to herself, just testing it out. She’s not sure about it yet, but it’s definitely better than Eden Bingham.
Eden Bingham is just a handful of years away from Edie Bingham, who spends her time looking after a house full of kids and wears shapeless floor-length dresses. But Eden Verne could be someone who travels and wears exciting makeup. Eden Verne drinks and swears and smokes, and she never has to deal with kids ever again. Beautiful, sophisticated men and women alike despair for love of her, but she never lets anyone stay more than a night.
Anyway, she doesn’t have to figure out if she can carry off Verne yet, because the stupid boy she followed halfway across the country introduced her to his friends as Eden Bingham, so she never got the chance to decide if she was going to say something different. She probably wouldn’t have, but—maybe she would. Maybe. She’ll never know.
The thing with Argyle fizzled out pretty quick. He’s cute, and making out with him is fun, but he doesn’t ever seem to want anything real out of life. Eden can’t understand him at all, and worse yet, she’s pretty sure he doesn’t understand her. When they’re high, they communicate just fine giggling about the cosmos, but that’s not enough. She’s sure there’s supposed to be more, even if she’s not entirely sure what that means.
She broke up with him on an impulse, and sometimes she regrets it. He’s a good guy. He’s not like any other guy she’s ever known. He’s willing to drive clear across the country, which is what she liked about him to begin with. Maybe that’s as good as it gets for her.
But she can’t take it back now. It’s not even that she thinks he’d say no, necessarily; she just can’t handle the idea of trying to walk back something like that. She’d die of humiliation before the words made it out of her mouth.
So Eden’s just here, in Hawkins, staying in her ex-fling’s best friend’s step-dad’s spare room because it’s still marginally better than having to hitch home to Utah. Argyle is planning to drive back to California in a few weeks, so she’s going to just ride with him then. In the meantime, she’s going to have a nice, quiet vacation in Indiana, doing whatever it is Midwesterners do in the summer, and then she’ll go home and nothing at all about the life of Eden Bingham will have changed.
#eden bingham#so yeah this is the robin rarepair I mentioned! I don't want to talk too much in the tags bc I want to see if I can sell it via narrative#obvs this is the same story as the matchmaking snippet I posted last night but I don't think it follows directly#I just wrote it & it seemed like a pretty self-contained thing so here u go#(also I'm kinda assuming this post is not going to be too popular given it has zero ship content and is about a very minor character haha)#(which is fine! that's just how fandom works! maximum engagement is not my goal I'm just here to try stuff out)#anyway there's a pretty good chance this'll get rewritten once I have a better handle on eden's voice#fic: somewhere sometime somehow
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I know what I love about ur black mask steph and red hood Jason au?? Jason actually wears a red hood!! Congrats Jason u finally match ur name I knew u could do it!!!!
Okay so I'm not gonna even lie who ever it was at dc who first decided that a metal helmet counts as a hood I wanna fight them so bad like in what universe did someone look at the pill helmet and go yep that's a hood and I'd understand if this was just an American thing but from what I can gather it's not its just a stupid thing and I hate it like ill go along with it now bc I'm used to it and the current design suits Jason but man do i just want to ask the original creator why ???
#ask#anon#i kinda wanna draw more black mask steph and little red hood jason#but i also really dont want to confuse people#so guess this'll just be art work i keep to myself#but yeah i dont even actually know when jokers red hood first appeared#like ive seen flash backs of him as red hood#but im not actually sure where that back story was first established?#if anyone knows feel free to share
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Having a paracosm for 7ish years has spoiled me. Trying to not only start but keep a new paracosm going is just. insanely difficult. who are you people what is going on why am I here. all boring answers till everything gets some real development i hate it so much.
#paraportal#system: eternal labyrinth#system: dream a little dream of me#decided to start fleshing out my secondary paracosm universe. which doesnt have a lot going for it#its basically just the scraps of whatever i couldnt fit in eternal labyrinth somehow#like yeah brain...a shitty r0tg rewrite fanfic/au will save us from boredom. sure. why not.#i mean ive had morphues for a while so its nice to put him in action again (same w cloud).#and harper seems cool so far i guess#idk my cosms have v broad concepts (phanta - video games / maac - superheroes/comic books / ff - fairytales)#and daldom is dreams . so far. so i just gotta figure out a way to work w it#maybe add some scifi since i dont typically do that kind of stuff#this'll probably just be like. the opposite of what i typically do/like. just to add some spice yknow.
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shout out to retail workers on black friday. they're the strongest among us fr
#chirping#not me psyching myself up for work today😭😭#2nd black friday in retail let's gooooo#last time wasn't too bad bc the sale stopped Early#but it was still hectic as hell T_T#god this'll be sm worse aaaaauugghhhhh#AND i forgot to take my meds last night WHOOPS#yeah this'll be a bad day ;-;
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"spar.kle is fictional who cares" I have seen people praising her for her racist anti-romani comments what the fuck kind of world do you live in
#➳ the fool speaks#fuuuck man i don't think fiction and reality will influence each other 1=1 but characters being weirdos or bigots and it not being#criticized for it makes those kinds of people who Very Much Already Exist IRL think they're in the fucking right. they aren't.#i don't think someone getting spar.kle in hsr is going to turn them into a fucking racist but her being Like That and looking cute#and being playable and not getting called the fuck out in game makes people who ARE racists have a cutesy girl to idolize and support and#use as a way to say shit without getting in trouble because ''ermmm I'm not the one who wrote her!! i just think she's really funny!! she's#not real anyways why are you mad!!''#like my god shut UP#again like. pulling for her or thinking she's cute doesn't mean you want all roma dead. that. that isn't how that works#but if you think of hoyo's writing of her is good and funny and not problematic at all I'd LOVE to know what you think about#how real life roma r treated to this day. like genuinely let's have a little chat. I'm sure you have normal not-racist opinions#and do not use the g slur and do not defend it and tootally don't view roma just as all the bad stereotypes right !!!!#*ok actually pulling for her kinda. shows support to hoyo for whatever weird ass decision someone on their team made#to go ''ah yes let's add racism but make it a cute girl and make it 'funny' this'll get us so much money''#and if you spent on her banner. look idk what to say. shame? yeah shame. hoyo in general is not a company that deserves your money there#are better things to spend your cash on. like literally look at how they treated sum.eru and they made the guy inspired by roma WHITE ???#generally. not something I would advise spending on. but like ok especially on the racist character y'know#anyways.
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i made a sideblog for one of my ocs @lovelylucerna
#tldr she's a villain that sucks really bad and she's obsessed with her rival silhouette. sil genuinely hates her but lucerna is like.#Convinced that this'll work out and that they'll be on the same team.#id say more but. well. eeeeehhhhh. if you wanna know more then follow the blog and see more tidbits over time#or ask me about my ocs teehee. anyway yeah i have kind of designed her to be insufferable hope this helps#i turned on asks on there btw 👍#anis gaymer moments#oc tag#i feel bad for rbing nice images from normal people on there but it is what it is LOL
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Hmm, the Dry Swamp, home of frog eating sand-worms, bandits, vagabonds.
Vagabonds, you say?
#WV brainworm never leaves hehe#wandering vagabond au#amphibia#hmmmm i could do flashback scene yeah yeah this'll work. havent done any of those yet
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preserve us from edgelords. good lord.
#i'm not naming any system names.#to each their own and all that. i'm sure it's doing fine at what it's designed for.#(and similarly jack if you're reading this i have full faith in your ability to get this to work to your own tonal ends.#and i know we've at least partially discussed where they differ from the material presented.)#but sometimes you look at a thing. and it goes 'yeah what if your blood is living maggots'#and you sigh heavily and make jerk-off motions. say 'okay. call your mom' in the way you do if you see a real intentionally edgy metal band#you know how it is#again i'm just being a bitch on main. don't take this too seriously.#it's interesting trying to figure out the boundaries of games i'm interested in. because i know i have a fairly wide range to start with.#like to be clear i'm not against tragedy or horror! i'm not against consequences or characters dying!#but every so often i do come across something that simply falls outside what i'm interested in.#and start saying things like 'they should make twee illegal' or. you know. 'okay. call your mom.' which are on vastly different ends of thi#fun to see when that happens.#anyway if things get too edgy i reserve the right to make jerk-off motions in the background.#that's all thanks for listening.#actually wait no maybe that's not all.#if pressed i think i'm pinpointing my response here to. like. the apparent reliance on a sort of 'gross-out horror' (among other things)#which tends not to work for me in that i usually find it exhausting and at times immature. hence the 'call your mom.'#and despite the system's partial fascination with it i've not encountered it in the prospective dm's work thus far (albeit in other systems#so this'll probably work out fine.#(as always. again. full faith in you jack.)#okay. at least partially figured it out.#jerk-off motion rights still reserved though.
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Havent seen any wips today so im just gonna go ahead and post what i slammed out last night
Tagged last week by @kittiofdoom
Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton, @adelaidedrubman, @detectivelokis, @baldurrs, @strangefable, @fourlittleseedlings, @confidentandgood, @sstewyhosseini, @purplehairsecretlair , @roofgeese, @funkypoacher, @poetikat, @aceghosts and anyone else with something to share (but also no pressure!)
Here's a fully self indulgent scene from MUCH later on in kneeling at the crossroads where jacob officially falls in love with syb. Brief context is that he found her in a near hypothermic state in the woods and took her back to the closest cabin. this takes place after her body temperature is back up to (mostly) normal
In the few minutes it takes for Jacob to go out to the shed to retrieve more firewood, Sybille has pulled on a set of the cabin’s previous inhabitants clothes and has gone to work raiding their pantry. Between the rabbits Jacob had caught the previous night before he found her shivering on the ground and the mason jars of vegetables she finds in the cupboards, she has enough to make a halfway decent rabbit stew. Throwing on an apron, she clears the counter and begins skinning and gutting the rabbits.
She doesn’t look up from her butchering when Jacob walks back through the door, a stack of chopped and dried wood tucked under his arm. The heavy thuds of his bootsteps stop abruptly and the door clatters shut behind him. “You should be in bed,” is all he says.
She looks up, glaring at him as she rips the fur from a rabbit's body, perhaps a bit more violently than she intends. The tremor in her bones has yet to subside, but she’ll be damned if she sits aside like a helpless waif while Jacob does all the work.
“You ain’t a nurse and I ain’t a child to be taken care of,” she says. Her attention focuses back to the dead animal as she slides a short-bladed poultry knife across its belly, mindful not to pierce the intestines. “B’sides,” she continues, pulling the guts from its abdomen, “if I have to eat another thing straight from a goddamn tin can, I swear to God, Jacob, I will riot.”
For a long moment, the only sound filling the cabin is the squelching as she thoroughly disembowels the animal. Blood and viscera cover her hands, and when she realizes Jacob hasn’t moved from where he stands, rooted by the front door, she clenches her jaw and glares at him once more.
And just for a moment, the sharpness to her gaze falters. The way he’s looking at her isn’t one she’s seen before. Hunger, lust, anger -- she’s seen all sorts of dark and sordid things burning in his eyes during her many, but brief, encounters with him. But what swims behind that unwavering glacial stare is beyond her comprehension. Were it worn by anyone else, she might have called it gentle or soft.
But Jacob Seed is not a soft or gentle man. She’s fucked him and walked away with bruises and an ache in her hips often enough to know.
Her canines flash dangerously. “You got somethin’ to say?” she snaps.
“No,” he says shortly, and he turns away, moving towards the fireplace with stilted steps. She scoffs and rolls her eyes, but she can’t help but notice the way the tips of his ears glow a bright pink.
It must still be cold outside.
He restokes the fire, and she’s grateful for the heat that quickly blossoms through the living space and kitchen. The chill had returned to her fingers, but as the fire warms and as she kicks on the gas stove to begin cooking, the trembling subsides. She throws butter into a cast iron skillet to brown the meat while sautee-ing a medley of vegetables in even more butter in an old and well loved Dutch Oven. The wafting aroma of garlic, onions, and cooking meat swirls around the cabin, and while her stomach growls loudly, for the first time in weeks, she’s actually excited for her next meal.
Even more so when she finds fresh thyme growing in the window box above the sink.
She busies herself, cleaning as she goes to keep the mess to a minimum and giving the pot the occasional stir after she’s dumped all the ingredients into the stock. All the while, she hums old French songs from the records her maman used to play.
Things feel…normal. Like if she closes her eyes, she can pretend she’s back in that little house in Falls End and it’s her brother sitting on the couch. He would come up behind her and sneak a bite. She’d whack him on the hand with the wooden spoon, but then they’d both laugh -- Dear God, when was the last time she laughed?
But that little nagging voice -- the one that won’t let her have nice things; the one that keeps her alive -- reminds her that things aren’t normal. The man sitting on the couch isn’t her brother. The man sitting on the couch has repeatedly hurt her and the ones she’s sworn to protect. She wipes her hands on her apron and looks at him, just barely making eye contact before he swiftly averts his gaze to stare at fire dancing on the logs.
Things aren’t normal. Things aren’t ever going to be normal again.
But maybe…maybe here in a cabin tucked away from the rest of the world, she can pretend for just a while longer.
She gives the pot another stir, testing its thickness. It’s a little on the watery side, but well within an acceptable range for something nice and hearty. Bringing the spoon to her lips, she gives it a taste as well. Her eyes roll back into her skull and the moan she lets out is embarrassingly orgasmic. Jesus Christ, it’s been so long since she’s had a hot meal.
And then, without thinking, she calls Jacob over. “Hey,” she yells over her shoulder. “Get your ass over here.”
There’s a beat of hesitation before there’s the sound of a body lifting off a leather couch. Jacob awkwardly ambles into the kitchen, coming to stand on the other side of the island counter.
Choosing to ignore the strange distance he left between them, she dips the spoon into the pot, scooping up some stew before holding it out to him. A ritual leftover from her life before the Reaping. One inherited from her maman. “Here,” she says. “Tell me what you think.”
He stares at it, steam rising up from the chunks of meat and carrot. Then, his eyes flick to hers, meeting them with an equal intensity.
She scoffs. “I ain’t poisonin’ you, if that’s what you’re worryin’ about. You know I’d stab you in your front.” She pushes the spoon closer towards him. “C’mon.”
Slowly, he circles around the counter and stands in front of her. His eyes dart between the spoon and her face just for a moment before he’s tentatively brushing his fingers over her hand where it grips the handle. Rough calluses drag against the comparatively softer skin of the back of her hand leaving sparks in its wake. Her breathing hitches and heart flutters peculiarly -- fear instinct, she tells herself; he could so easily break her wrist if he wanted.
But he doesn’t.
His hand settles over hers, dwarfing it completely. Nice and warm, like it belongs there. He leans down, eyes falling shut as he brings his mouth to the spoon’s bowl. She never noticed how long his eyelashes were. His lips smack wetly against the wood and she holds her breath as he draws back. His eyes remain closed as he chews, thoughtfully savoring every single flavor he possibly can.
Her heart thuds in her chest and she’s sure he can feel it where he holds her hand. She looks at him expectantly and when he finally swallows and opens his eyes, that strange look he had given her before is back.
“Well?” she asks, swallowing thickly.
“It’s, uh…” he coughs awkwardly and snatches his hand away. “It’s good.”
Sybille lifts her brows. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he grunts.
That breath she’d been holding releases, but her heartbeat has yet to slow. “Good,” she says, turning away, submerging the spoon back into the stew and hiding the flush crawling up her neck. “Because you’re helping me eat it. And if you add salt or pepper, I will be offended.” She gives him a quick glance from the corner of her eye, finding him looking adorably uncomfortable. “I’m kidding.”
Her lips quirk up. “Mostly.”
#r: define your meaning of war#fic: kneeling at the crossroads#anyway....please know jacob finally falling for syb when he sees her do uh...'woman's work' /is/ intentional#like yeah until this point she’s a good fuck and can take/likes it when he gets rough#but here he sees 'good wife' behavior and that made his brain short circuit#wip wednesday#this'll get rewritten im sure but i stayed up til midnight last night writing it so its what you're getting today#i just desperately needed to exorcise it from my brain. hopefully i can get back to writing ch. 1 tonight#also shh there's some symbolism re syb as a rabbit and her feeding him rabbit stew#something something love as consumption yadda yadda yadda idk#its there and ill figure it out later#also this is rough i know i hammered it out within like 3 hrs without polishing#anyway jacob seed is sexist 2023
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Hey! I saw you might update Downburst soon! How is the behind the scenes of the upcoming Vishkar escapade going?
I appreciate the ask;;; This actually gives me an idea – I'm still working through all that, so a BTS of the current chapter might be hard BUT. I could pull a page out of jacqcrisis' book and do a follow up post after a day. A "here are things about this chapter that I liked" that could have BTS elements in it. Just as a personal encouragement thing and to work my way into feeling less awkward talking about my own writing.
#sorry for the non answer;;#but yeah yeah I think this'll work#shut my dumb brain up and just be positive
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(posting this in my awake before my alarm moment but this is for mon 2/27 like 5:30pm EST i just can't make a poll less than a day)
#megamazing#food tw#i've done this before and sometimes i have too many cravings so#it's nice to outsource my decision#for reference ham sandwich maybe sounds boring but i have been making the same sandwich w ham mustard mayo pepper jack and pickles#for a few months now and it's replacing bagels as my favorite at home easy meal#also i tried to get my friends to go w me to the new falalfel place#that is right near my work but they refused bc it's next to a gas station 😭#it's not MY fault i'm not bougie at all!!!!!!#see also when they refused to go to panera when i suggested that for a dinner lmao#like they'll get taco bell and mcdonald's but when we're going to sit down they want it to be nicer which. yeah i get it#also all the restaurants i listed are like a 2 minute drive from work on the way home except taco bell#which is 2 minutes from my house#oh also if i make a sandwich that's my last two pieces of bread and cheese and then i gotta go to the store#forgot to add polls tag up sooner but i like these tags so this'll be followers only lol#polls
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why does sending emails take so long. top ten things that feel like they should take, like, 5 min tops but can easily take forever
#work oversharing#it's like..when I can send a template email it takes like a min#but as soon as I have to start adapting the template email or if I have to write one from scratch it takes foreverrrr#me: yeah this'll take like. 5-10 min#*20 min later* goddamn it. (email still not done)
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AO3 should be working fine now!
Not on my phones lmao :') Cloudflare just refreshes and refreshes and doesn't let me through. But for other people if it goes down again the filter's there!
#i'm suffering buddies#when it was working sporadically yesterday i opened a 16k fic as entire work and was like 'oh this'll be enough'#'i can fight errors to get more later if i need to'#it didn't even last into the evening#and now it's fully screwed up#AND THE FIC WAS A WIP AND THEY DIDN'T EVEN GET TOGETHER BY THE END RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH#but i'll use this as an excuse to finally reread embers maybe. since ff.net cloudflare works. so ao3 may work eventually#but yeah if i don't read a book's worth of fic every day i Die apparently#if my parents weren't home i could clean to stay busy but of course this happened when they're home so. Death#ask
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It’s that quarterly time of year again where I complain about tumblr’s inability to handle 50+ images in one text post
#To be fair to tungl (unjustly) - I thought I had cut the images down by half from last time but oops nope not the case#Close! And I only have a few more this time so it won't take /hours/ like it has previously#Well - probably hour(s) but like two - maybe three - mostly due to my brain being Very focused on Stardew Valley and Nothing Else for uhhhh#What day is it now? Like a week? Week and a half? Yeah working on curbing that and it's not going great lol#But AnyWay this'll be a fun light snack of a sketchdump this time around :) I'm looking forward to it#Since it Is so short I'll keep most of my rambling in the descriptions and tags themselves but honestly I've just been having a nice time :)#Still doing silly crossovers ♪ I dunno if it'll be Obvious per se but I'm sure if you've been following what I've been up to over here#No it's not the Stanley Parable surprisingly lol - technically I already did that! A couple times!#Good guess tho but nope it's a different one#Silliness
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