I read the teaser for These Intricate Threads last night, and I'm anything but OKAY!!!!

SHE DID IT AGAIN! TAHEREH DID EXACTLY WHAT I'D BEEN ANTICIPATING AND I DON'T WANNA SPOIL ANYTHING FOR ANYONE BUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH I'M DYINGGGG!!!

Nettles and Sheepstealer!!!!!

i am not interested in what richard speight jr has to say abt the confession scene bc hes a bad director and everything good abt that scene was like. famously someone else's idea. but also hes just bad at directing hes just really bad at it like just technically terrible at it.

ridgeback, aether, undertide, wildclaw pixel pink capricat was made for arcane curiosities

i looked at a couple of baroque dresses and blacked out

The outline for the first of the hold symbol cross stitch patterns is done! The wolf of Solitude/Haafingar!

I'm going to try and do the outline for the other hold designs before I add the red colour into the design, but I may start sooner if I get bored of outlining.

i’ve been trying to think about what it is about leech that made it such a compelling story.

some of it is style: bouncing between hive-mind and into and out of individual narrative was fascinating

some of it was world: watching the world peel back layer after layer, not having it handed to me in clunky exposition but letting me uncover the shit i found compelling.

but mostly i think that it’s like: it was a story about infection and disease that was undoubtedly sold before the pandemic, given when it was released and i really think it was fucking cathartic to read about that in a horror setting? on the one hand, it was nothing like the outbreak of covid, but the creeping fear, the unknown source, the unknown impact, the complete and devastating change to your life—it was fucking cathartic to read that in this scifi-fantasy-horror hybrid. 

i know the publishing industry writ large isn’t going to touch virus/pandemic stories for a while, but i wish it would. i wish it would remember that sometimes, catharsis comes through fiction. that is, indeed, the whole fucking point of fiction.

OOOO i love when ppl talk about their fics 👀 consider this ask an excuse to ramble as much as you want!!

[HEAVY BREATHING]

AN OPPORTUNITY TO CONVERT ANOTHER . . . EXCELLENT.

Ahem! Right. So! The Threads of Blood is my pride and joy. It consists of Petrichor and Breathless, the former which is complete and the latter which is the sequel that is currently being written. It explores unhealed trauma, how humans can be worse than real monsters, grey moralities and villains, overcoming the deepest fears, giving fate the middle finger, vampires, and blood blood blood. [That last thing is VERY important.]

To simplify: enemies to lovers, starring our beloved Serana Volkihar, and perhaps the most hated character: my very own Vigdis. Splatter it with slow burn and some more blood and that's just the surface of my fanfiction.

I could've gone the easy route; friends to lovers, kissing at the end, the protagonist being nice. But I said: Nay! I have found love in monsters, in the greyest human moralities, in traumatised characters deserving just as much love as the unscathed, in slow burns and lesbians and ruthless badasses. No, they still haven't kissed, and I'm happy [and evil] to report that such an action has consequences. Because it wouldn't be Senu if it wasn't evil.

Not sure if any of that is your cup of tea--and it's fantastic even if it isn't! But I'm so very in love with Serana, who just wants Vigdis to see her and let her in, and also Vigdis, who can't run forever even if she doesn't care what kind of monster she's become to survive the life she's been given.

I do have many other original characters in the universe--many of whom who have made appearances throughout both fics! I have a post about them somewhere . . . but anyway, I'm always happy to receive questions on my characters and fanfiction because I. Love rambling HEHE. Thank you for allowing me this silly post and I hope you [and anyone else reading this] have a wonderful day ❤

@visionhcld

A golden-bladed speartip digs a quarter of an inch into his chest.

Tartaglia inhales with a sharp hiss as pain flares in his left pectoral, Morax’s weight pressing him inexorably down into the dirt with one foot planted right below his diaphragm. The Harbinger raises his hands as his dual swords splash into formlessness on both sides. “I yield.”

The sun is far higher in the sky than when they first began, and the ache of exertion, bruise, and quick-healed wounds is starting to seep into his bones. Even so, Tartaglia slaps Morax’s calf where the god has him pinned down, this loss marking his… Damn, he’s lost count of how many bouts they’ve gone at this point. “Now off. We go again.”

They werent kidding when they said that a mans version of wattpad fanfics is 30 min youtube theory videos

this man gets it

somebody to freak out about 10 years ticket?

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Note to self: Do not make ultrakill robot sona. Do not. You haven't even finished your friggin boss fight drawings. You still owe a guy a streetcleaner in a maid outfit and haven't even accomplished that. So do NOT. Do not create another little creature that exists nowhere in canon and spend another few months only drawing that. DO NOT.

Candles? Check.

Music?? Check. Outfit? Double check. He looked over to the clock, waiting for Io to come in, and the moment he did, Souji smiled, getting up and straightening himself.

"Welcome home... I was thinking we stay home tonight for Valentine's..." He made his way to the other, taking his hand and setting him down on the couch, presenting a strawberry and pressing it to his mate's lips.

Though he'd needed to help a little bit at the bar earlier in the day, thanks to a new shipment of stock coming in, Io had made sure he was finished before lunch time rolled around. From there, it was time for a trip to visit Aile for the gift he'd commissioned, as well as get some flowers...then to the grocery store to pick up a few things.

After all of that, though...was home. Right on time.

"I'm back...hope I didn't keep you waiting, Beauty." He greeted, pressing a quick kiss to Souji's lips before he's guided to sit down. Flowers, and the gift box are exchanged for the strawberries, and he holds up the grocery bag just after.

"I was thinking the same thing. I thought...maybe I could get that first cooking lesson from you? After you open your gift, that is."

(something like this is what would be inside! designed to attach to Souji's kanzashi!)

HASTINGS, SPENCER ( @misereternal​ ) is a person of interest

     ONCE IN A WHILE rayne finds herself guest lecturing in law classes, psychology classes, criminology classes—pretty much anything related to her profession where the professor is either looking to maintain the interest of their students by having a bonafide fbi agent in their midst, or testing the knowledge of their students and how much they’ve actually been paying attention.      this time around, though, she isn’t even supposed to be going. it’s another agent who’s supposed to be going, that’s been the plan for weeks, but he gets pulled into a case and it’s passed off to her because she isn’t on anything right now.

     ❛just go to the university and tell them you’re the guest lecturer for professor hastings’ class. i already told them you were coming.❜

     as she walks down the hallway the words are replaying in her head. it just seems too coincidental. last rayne heard, spencer was some hotshot lawyer, not a law professor. it must be someone else.

     ❝this is professor hastings’ class.❞ the voice pulls rayne from her thoughts as she nods and quietly thanks the person who led her to the lecture hall.

     once she’s alone, rayne knocks on the door.