I'm eleven pages into your coloring book and I'm loving it so far. The only two things I could want for volume 2 is for the pages to be thicker and for at least one of the fooduary drawings to make it in as coloring book pages. Even if it's extra money for the thicker pages I'd still happily get volume 2.
That’s great! I’m so glad you’re enjoying it! Thicker paper is definitely something I’m hoping I can have for the future books, the options are limited but I’m optimistic. Hopefully I can have the next volume ready to go soon-ish but it might be modern fashion before global historical. Then I get to decide if I want a food-themed book or is I can split them up over different volumes. (@…@) so much to decide, so little time.
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"Untitled" (Liaison Amoureuse)
Lancelot/Merlin ● General Audiences ● WC: 100 ● No Warnings // Written for @merlinmicrofic 2024, for the prompt 'I'll Be There'.
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With none of this should they be so bold, only Merlin is treacherous in love. In broad midday, Lancelot hides them—badly—and kisses Merlin until he’s giddied with being known. He whispers,
“My chambers, tonight.”
The others don’t see; Lancelot slips the clasps of proper-reputation frequent as Merlin, defter than Gwaine. Forget secret courtship—for this alcove, Merlin would do magic worth a thousand pyres.
Lips on throat, thumb tracing cheek. Everything is tingling sweet like drinking fresh spring melt.
“I’ll be there,” Merlin snickers, and tips his head forward, muffling his joy and face-aching grin into Lancelot’s gambeson.
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for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt:
frog
A soft, steady pressure on Remus’ shoulder pulls him out of the bad dream he’s having. He keeps his eyes shut tight and rolls over, burying his face deeper into the pillow. Sweat dampens the pillowcase.
“Reeeemus,” sings Sirius, shaking Remus’ shoulder a little harder. “Wake up!”
“No,” he croaks out. It sort of hurts to talk. And swallow.
Sirius runs a hand through Remus’ hair. “Moony, you sound terrible,” he says, placing a hand on the back of Remus’ neck. “And you’re practically on fire. James!” Sirius turns to the other side of the dormitory, where James is sitting on his bed trying to get his foot in his left boot. “It’s not even close to the full and he’s basically dying.”
Remus can almost hear James roll his eyes. “He probably just has a cold. It’s January in Scotland, it’s not out of the question.”
“‘M not dying, Pads,” says Remus, rolling over and throwing his arm over his eyes to block the light. “Just got a little frog in my throat.” He moves to sit up; he really ought not miss Transfiguration today, scratchy throat or not.
Sirius sighs and flops on the bed next to him. “Fine, but you’re not going to class today, even if I have to tie you to the bed myself.”
Remus goes to protest, but James beats him to it. “Tie him to the bed, huh? Just tell him you like him already, Sirius, and put the rest of us out of our misery.” He turns and winks at Remus. “I’ll get you Transfiguration notes from Lils, Moony. Enjoy.”
He almost doesn’t want to look Sirius, but he can’t really avoid it once James has left the room. Sirius has turned bright red and seems very interested in the top left corner of Remus’ quilt.
“Don’t kiss me,” Remus blurts out. It’s perhaps the worst thing he could have said. Sirius looks like someone’s just kicked him in the face. He might even be tearing up. “I mean, well. Not while I’m contagious,” Remus says. Now his own face has turned red, too.
It’s all right, though, because Sirius grins like he’s just taken a bath in Felix Felicis and covers one of Remus’ hands with his own. “I can wait. You’re all snotty, anyway.”
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I love waking up in the morning to the birds singing outside my window and the gentle pings of my phone as my partner texts me declarations of love. My life is true paradise
And by morning, I mean 1 AM.
And by birds singing outside my window, I mean the brain-melting dispatch tones
And by gentle pings of my phone, I mean some overworked firefighter screaming over the radio because Harley Quinn is marching her brigade of flamethrower-armed bear-men into the financial district
And by paradise, I mean hell
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I bought the most beautiful set of quilted place mats from @anotherdayforchaosfay !!!
I highly recommend you go check them out! Wonderful craftsmanship and fabric pairing :)
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Ever wanted to just argue with your friends over something irrelevant? Spoils of War is a micro-rpg entirely on a business card that encourages you to do just that. Inspired by Book 1 of the Iliad, argue over how much share of the loot you should have. All you need to play are some coins and 2 D8s, D10s, and D12s.
Check it out here!
This was submitted as part of the First annual Micro-RPG Business Card Edition! Currently hosted on itch, check it out and other entries here.
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Well at minimum, James Flint is not a micromanaging boss, so+1 for that, but giving completely free rein for Silver to choose ANYBODY with no limits at all for something upon which THE ENTIRETY OF THE PLAN rests may be taking the delegating a little bit too far maybe.
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Listen, I love the LGBTQ+ community as much as any other queer person. But we have got to stop ostracizing people in our community to fit in with cishetallo people.
Some of y’all really do go ‘these are the acceptable boxes for queer people and their definitions, anyone outside of these is actually not queer and making us look bad’ and act like that’s ok. Now that being queer is generally acceptable in online/progressive areas (as long as you are one of the ‘well known’ orientations), a big part of the community has started regulating what’s ‘acceptable’ of a queer person and how we should fit into society.
I’ll see people hating on trans people who don’t fit into the ‘normal’ expectation of ‘Trans girl, Trans boy, or Non-binary’ or use Neo pronouns because that’s how they feel the most comfortable. I’ll see people hating on queer people who don’t like labels ( or try to assign people one even if they don’t want it). Or people who use a label in a way they don’t like (bi people who mostly date the opposite sex, lesbians who use pronouns other than just she/her, gender non-conforming people who don’t identify as trans, obscure micro-labels, etc.)
And it’s so frustrating because we as LGBTQ+ are supposed to be better!!! We are supposed to empathize with the feeling of not fitting in with regular society and help others like us! But the community has become part of the oppressive ‘societal standard’ for some people.
Some people just can’t be put into a perfect little label box and a lot of y’all aren’t cool about that. And I can’t believe I have to tell my fellow queers this, but there is nothing wrong with denying societal standards in order to live in the way that is genuine to you and makes you happy. End of story. If you disagree with that, look inward at your internal biases and try and fix that. Get rid of the cop in your brain telling you that you have to police others self-expression.
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I'm running a Small Business Saturday sale!! From now until Monday, November 28th at 11:59pm pst you can use the discount code TY22TUMBLR for 20% off your total order on FiresideTextiles.com. Also tentatively gonna open sewing commissions on my Ko-Fi (more info soon if that happens). Thank you for supporting an independent artist with their small business!
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