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'shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals <3'
hello mahjong mutual and mikoshiba gnsk icon haver. you have good taste (but on a serious note it's really interesting getting to see stuff about all the media you post about even though i don't know them personally, and also you have insightful political opinions which i appreciate)
WAAA thank you so much yay ❤️🀄 im glad my posting is interesting ^-^ i truly just say whatever, so its very sweet & flattering to hear 🐈 i didnt see the 2nd half of ur ask until just now actually i was gonna do another playlist thats actually good but for you i will rattle the mikoshiba playlist and see if anything good falls off. its far from my favorite playlist its actually kind of bad but by the power of mutualship we can get 5 good songs maybe
The Velvet Underground - After Hours
Man Man - Sparks
Nine Inch Nails - Echoplex
spotify thinks im addicted to this one and will not stop putting it in my shuffles its sickening it IS a good song though. woooo you will never ever ever ever get to me in here!!
The Growlers - Try Hard Fool
Kingo Hamada - Midnight Cruisin'
i love midnight cruisin its so fun its def a highlight of this playlist to me
& the first song of the playlist is of course of Montreal - Tim I Wish You Were Born a Girl i need this 4koma character to come out as gay it makes me look stupid and my playlist sound worse orz
#ask#just-wublrful#i need to trim it but im in the middle of trimming another playlist rn so itll wait#we need to talk about mahjong some time also if u wanna! i forgot what variant u play but its not riichi right?
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10 + 11 for the soft ask game?
what’s something you’re excited for?
some new pants im waiting for in the mail… i just hope they fit 😭
what’s your ideal date?
we go to the museum or the zoo or the aquarium & get food after & go home before 5pm to beat the traffic & so i can go home & hop in bed to take a nap 😋
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🐻, 🍀, 📐, for art asks?
🐻 Your go-to things to draw when you need comfort?
Harland......
🍀 You wish your art was more..(fill in the blank)
... Frequent. Lol
📐 Whats your favorite kinds of lines to draw?
I'm very sketchy, so I guess it's scratchy scrumbly ones
Send some artist asks
#rads asks#just wublrful#THANK YOUUUUU#making my own harland fan edits (I'm his number one fan)#and sigh. i need to draw more resi once my wrists get better....
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LAY ME DOWN. chapter seven excerpt. unedited. featuring: agnes’s attempt to understand a new and troubling situation through understanding a new and troubling person. light body horror. self-harm adjacent behaviour. general freaky magic stuff.
[transcript under the cut]
oh brother. these guys again.
TAGLIST (ask to be +/-). @vellichor-virgo @transmasc-wizard @houndmouthed @muddshadow @just-wublrful @corkywantstowrite @shrunkupthejams @andromedaexists @caninemotiff @lungs-and-gills @lychniscitrus @phantomnations @onomatopiya @deer-in-headlights-stare @arctic-oceans @redbloodprose @definitelynotclayface @cannivalisms @atthenian
“Show me then,” the words are out of her mouth before she has time to think. Animal instinct. Too distracted to remember to bite her tongue.
Pallas blinks at her once, slowly. “What?”
She can walk it back, that would be safest, the nothing already crouched expectantly in the back of her throat. Instead she uncrosses her legs and swings them over the edge of the bed to better face them. Having feet on the ground makes her feel more solid, more certain.
“I want you to show me. Vita. I want to see it.”
Pallas raises an eyebrow. “Show you?”
She scoots forward slightly and nods, made a bit braver by the fact that they don’t seem to be angry or condescending, just confused. Probably really confused because Agnes is awful at telling what people feel by their faces and even she can see it clear as day.
“You’ve already seen it,” Pallas says, setting down the pen and shrugging back into their jacket. “You know what it does.”
And that’s true isn’t it? In the Haithwood and in the library. Pallas winding every bit of her body around their fingers and holding her frozen to the ground, Pallas making Calliopes nose break and bleed in a burst of icy rage, Judge reaching under her skin to pull her injured flesh back into shape. Vita. Blood and flesh and living bone. Honestly she’s seen enough for a lifetime. There’s still that sick feeling in her gut whenever she thinks about any of it.
So maybe it has less to do with the magic and more to do with Pallas, who’s spent every hour of every day since she got here pushing her to reach for the dead in a way she never has before. Pallas has had everything to do with her ghosts and her gravespeaking but every time they’ve used their power she’s had absolutely nothing to do with it, a bystander at best and a victim at worst. It's not that she’s upset, or ungrateful, just that she wants to see them the same way they’ve seen her. That isn’t so much to ask? Right?
“Yeah.” Agnes moves to rest her chin in her hands. “But I haven’t seen you use it when you’re not…”
Scaring me? Attacking people?
“...y’know,” she finishes lamely.
Pallas has gone still in the chair and she can’t help but feel the same hot embarrassment as before at the expression on their face, nakedly baffled in a way that feels too intimate for her to be seeing. It’s like something about what she’s asking has managed to fully shock the danger out of them, leaving just a person who doesn’t understand what’s happening. Agnes hadn’t thought that was even possible to do, and the revelation that it is fills her with a kind of mad, giddy joy. You’re just like me. You don’t know what’s going on right now.
All this time she’s been tiptoeing around Pallas, but now she’s knocked them off balance and hasn’t been reduced to a pile of blood and guts. So there are some things she can do. She is not totally helpless and they are human after all and they are being awkward! Being awkward in front of her!
“I don’t exactly have a broad scope,” Pallas says dryly. “I doubt you’ll like anything I have to share.”
Agnes doubts it as well, but that’s not really the point. And nothing they said just now was no.
“Maybe it’ll be nice. Maybe I’ll think it’s nice.”
Pallas stares at her like a chicken confronted with a bicycle. Then they look away. Then they let out a long, quiet breath and close their eyes before shifting to face her properly, both feet on the ground as well.
“Sit back,” it’s closer to their normal voice but with a faintness to it. Not quite trembling, but definitely not steady either. Agnes straightens up and tilts back onto her palms as Pallas shifts forward. It feels like too long before they open their eyes, which are just as grey and bad as ever.
“I won’t do anything to you,” Pallas says, as if that’s an option they were considering. Agnes can’t help but feel a twist of relief, the memories of that first meeting in the woods are never far from her mind and no matter how much she wants this, any chance to avoid something like that happening again is a welcome one.
“Right.” She nods.
“If you start screaming, or vomit, or pass out, I will cease interacting with you alltogether. That is a promise.”
“I’ll be okay.”
Pallas’s brows furrow with what could be concentration or could be concern. Their mouth opens, floundering for half a second, like they were about to say something else before closing back into a tightly pressed line. They hold their left hand out in front of them, like they’re waiting for a high five, and somehow Agnes knows that, whatever it is, it’s about to start and her anxiety feels like victory in the face of that.
At first it is nothing much, just a thin red line slicing down their middle finger. So straight and clean it could’ve been made with a scalpel. Not even that much blood. Then, simultaneously, the line begins to creep down their palm and out to each of their other fingers, dripping beads of crimson down the clammy pale of their skin. Somehow it doesn’t seem real, like Agnes is looking at a diagram in a book that’s mysteriously been animated in front of her. If Pallas feels any pain at all they don’t show it, face unchanged as the skin starts to peel back from their hand.
That does make Agnes draw in a sharp breath, even though she’s been very good at staying quiet and still up until now, fearful like she was in the classroom with Judge that any sudden action will throw the magic off-balance. But she doesn’t look away, because she asked for this, and Pallas doesn’t pause in their unfurling even if their brows furrow slightly at the sound. It happens in one smooth motion, practiced, effortless, performed with all the ceremony of taking off a glove. Agnes does not start screaming, or vomit, or pass out. She’s dressed animals before and, apart from how Pallas is not dead and the effect is contained to just the one hand, this isn’t really different. There's the careful separation of skin from muscle, the delicate definition that separates the parts underneath, the red and pinkness of it all.
Of course it’s not really the same either, because the parts of Pallas being stripped away are not set aside for later use; instead they stay floating in the air around the hand, held frozen in the same way her body had been back in the forest when they first met. Warm, wet flaps of skin, fresh as the blackgreen bark stripped from trees back home, hover drowsily like something pickled in a jar. It is also not separated, not really, everything still intertwined and beating with red and alive, muscle and artery and nerve working together, just lifted up and away. Agnes never paid her own hands much mind beyond the work they could do and how cold they got in the winter, but now she imagines her skin split apart and away the way Pallas’s is, wonders if all of that really exists inside her too. It feels wrong somehow, what’s in front of her now is just meat. A person should be made up of more than that. There are so many small parts to a hand, parts she cannot name but Pallas probably can or else they would not be able to do any of this. They don’t stop until the muddy white of their fingerbones begin to show, then the entire thing spasms with an uneven spurt of blood, a pulse that Agnes feels in her own chest, and goes totally still.
In the silence she can’t help but lean forward, marvelling at the web of flesh in front of her, and even as her scalp prickles and her stomach turns over and the air around her seems to hum with the urge to run a part of her itches to reach out a finger and touch. That really would just be the same as fiddling around with the guts of an animal, but also it would be different. Somehow she knows it would be different. Different in a way she’ll never be able to understand unless she does it. Which she won’t. Because Pallas is terrifying and this has only proved that a hundred times over.
Though maybe not as terrifying as she thought before. They did listen to her, or humour her, or whatever this is. It’s something for sure. Agnes can always make do with something. It’s how she stays alive.
Her breath ghosts across the bloody strand of a muscle, and that is what breaks the spell, that or Pallas is just done or some other condition she doesn’t know has been met. The coming back together seems to take a good deal longer than the taking apart, sweat glueing dark strands of hair to Pallas’s cheeks and the grinding of their teeth made audible despite the damp, slithering sounds of their hand seaming itself back together until the only trace of what just happened is a rusty crusting of blood packed around their nails and in their palm lines.
They pull the hand away while Agnes can’t help but keep watching, transfixed as they flex it in and out of a fist with a disinterested glare, impatient while a few stray cracks and pops fill the newfound silence. Once that’s done they hold it out one more time, as if proving to Agnes just how inconsequential vivisecting a part of them in front of her really was.
“There. Happy?” Pallas slumps slightly, tipping their head back enough that she can see their pulse fluttering frantically just beneath the skin of their neck. Again she resists the urge to touch it. She likes all of her flesh right where it is. Thank you very much.
Palla shifts to look at her and Agnes remembers that she’s been staring, not answering them, and internally kicks herself for being such an idiot.
“I am,” She breathes out, makes the monumental effort to meet their eyes. “I actually really am.”
#agnes: haha how you only ever seem to killmurder things with your powers that’s sooooo silly#pallas: i cannot express enough how that is literally all i know how to do#anyways! they’re bonding! yippee!#me writing agnes wishing she could mess around with pallass internal organs like. hold that thought for about#five more chapters girl. i’ve got you don’t worry.#she is NEVER beating the ‘obsessed with that freak’ allegations#this was one that was hard to write the little description bit for but i wanted to share pallas doing magic#because it’s one of my favourite things to write lol#wip: ghost story#pallas and agnes#creme does a writing#tw gore#tw body horror#tw sh related
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i got tagged by @souplover13 to post my current five favourite songs :D thank u friend
1. Radium Girls by Charming Disaster
2. A Glow About Her by Charming Disaster
3. I Am a Librarian by Charming Disaster
4. Eat Drink Sleep by Charming Disaster
5. Mold and the Metals by Charming Disaster
okay look i may be a wee bit obsessed atm. whoops.
anyway i'm tagging: @just-wublrful @ravenlotus @nerdofmanymediumsandfandoms @project-catgirlpillar and anyone else who wants bc for the life of me i can't remember who else to tag
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by @sheikahwarriork :O!!! honored
last song: whatever is playing on nightwave plaza rn, been listening to it for a couple hours while running katzero for fun
favorite color: purple / (light\neon) blue / sometimes black...
spicy/sweet/savory: all of them tbh, but would prefer sweet
currently watching: dr stone (on and off) + having plans to watch&read noragami when the current obsession wears off (probably never)
current obsession: katzero. i should be obsessing over my paper or whatever but i dread it instead. anyway look at my run times eto bleh (they are lame but for someone whos not actively practicing... they're ok)
tagging: gonna be annoying and tag the whole squad :p @radellama @just-wublrful @advanced-knocking + also @seagullcharmer and whoever wants to do this
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Tagged by @advanced-knocking Yippie
favourite color: Incredibly difficult question at all times. Formally a warm shade of yellow, at the moment it's honestly hard to say.
song stuck in my head: Game of life Vocaloid babyyyy
three favourite foods: BRIGADEIRO hmmm. Pistachio ice cream. Chai latte.
last thing i googled: Cackling goose (I heard they were cute. They are!)
dream trip: SIGHS japan
tagging: @lvpmm @setembro-the-wizard @just-wublrful
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call-out post for @just-wublrful: called cuddling with three people a "vaguely wholesome human centipede"
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five awesome things i've discovered this (technically last for me but who cares) year!
(tagged by @souplover13)
• bears in trees
• the magnus archives
• the sheer joy of doodling eyes everywhere
• naming and taking care of plants
• (rediscovered) love of journalling
tagging (if you want to): @just-wublrful, @cobbledmoss, @tterminally-capriciouss, @unasked-for-opinions and whoever else feels like it
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Tag game :^)
tagged by: @linaseraphina13
Describe yourself using pictures that you already have.
bruh.
@st-ra-wberry-lemonade @emdots @just-wublrful i would like to see it 👀 (ahah i just tagged the mutuals i thought of, if you dont wanna, you dont gotta :D) or if u do, then go right ahead!
#tag game#thank u sm for taggin me :.)#my snapchat is fire btw and represents me perfectly#im pretty sure half of these are made by me oof#my phone is a mess#some very cursed images in that bad boy#yea i guess i dont care about showing my face on the scary internet
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PLEASE LOOK AT MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT FROM @just-wublrful!!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH AAAAHHH
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'shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals <3'
Happy birthday again!! You are such an intelligent person and I love hearing your well-thought out and insightful opinions on various things, I hope you're doing well and continue to do so in the future
WAUGHHHH THANK YOU WUBBBB 😭🥳
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From my Abe and Orc playlist:
2 Pyramids - Other Lives
Caterpillars (Of The Commonwealth) - Will Connolly
The Cure - Jadu Heart
Mama's Gun - Glass Animals
American Daydream - Electric Guest
#rads asks#just wublrful#music rec#seriously wahh idk how to respond well but thank you for the kind words 🥹👍
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the book! the myth! the legend! yes it’s LMD again!! if you think you’re getting anything else on this blog ever i am so very sorry!
you can find the actual intro with a summary and everything here but i’ve been wanting to redo my old silly powerpoint-intro for a WHILE now. mostly bc the story has just grown So Much since then and i’ve got some new followers + ppl on the taglist so i thought it would be good to give What The Fuck I’m Talking About a liiiiiitle bit of context. enjoy!
LMD TAGLIST (ask to be +/-). @vellichor-virgo @transmasc-wizard @doctormoss @gerbermatter @cactusprincewrites @houndmouthed @muddshadow @just-wublrful @midnights-melodiverse @corkywantstowrite @shrunkupthejams @andromedatalksaboutstuff @kingsinking @lungs-and-gills @lychniscitrus @phantomnations @onomatopiya
#i’m gonna go through this and add ids later i’m just very very tired rn#anyways lmd my best friend lmd#i do have other wips and one day you’ll get to hear about them#but right now it’s 24/7 ghost story lockdown babyyyyy that’s my specialist wip ever#wip: ghost story#wip intro#comic sans intro#powerpoint intro#writers on tumblr#writing blog#writblr#queer writers
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Are there any writers whose influence you recognise in your style?
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What plotpoints do you love exploring?
Are there any writers whose influence you recognise in your style?
Hmmm... This is quite tricky. I can say for sure that growing up with influences like C.S. Lewis and Enid Blyton really helped develop my tastes for good adventures, a sense of mystery and my fascination with character relations. I'm glad that I read so much as a kid and was able to pick 'good' stuff to read, as I'm certain my YA Dystopia phase as a teen contributes to my writing too. I'm trying to read more when I can, but honestly I think I'm influenced by things outside of strictly narrative writing too... Other mediums like film and visual art have directly affected the way I want to choose my words while setting a scene, and that in turn affects the way I write screenplays and such too!
But ultimately... My style is me. I am very particular about everything (and although I try not to, I get stuck in perfectionist loops) and I'm sure there's some distinct feeling about my writing, cause I can feel it when I'm reading back on my old works...
What plotpoints do you love exploring?
Already answered here but I'll take the excuse to answer something more specific >:)
I've got a completely original story called Abe and Orc that I'm hoping to turn into a web comic, and I've been steadily working on developing the world and it's plot for the past year and a bit. I absolutely love my characters and it's an interesting change of pace to have complete control over everyone (as opposed to fanfic, where you still have control ig but there are certain restrictions and loop holes when using someone else's character lol), but I'm absolutely FASCINATED with the world I'm cooking up here. Which is good, cause the whole story is about exploring that world, and it'd suck if it was kinda boring. I've been working to try and create a fantasy world that both feels familiar in the mundane, yet curious in other ways that are new to the reader (and by extention, Orc) while also being just as mundane. It's just a big road trip type story as Abe and Orc travel and stay in different districts to work and learn about stuff on their days off 😏
Send some writing asks
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1 and 30 for the ask game!
1. what song makes you feel better?
Cinnamon - Tamino
It's just such a cute song it's so nice...
30. what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?
My home doesn't feel like home until I got posters and art up on the walls, I love being surrounded by all the art I've bought and made over the years... Otherwise it's a little hard to say what makes something FEEL like home, cause I moved a lot growing up and have moved quite a bit in the past couple years too (renter lifestyle👊😔) and each place has its own seperate feeling for me and it's hard to place our explain...
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