if i could hold you for a minute darling, i'd go through it again

inspired by chapter 42 of OTNWAS by @jjackfrost

Prompt 299

Hear me out- Ghosts have wings. They have wings, which are affected by their cores, and can make them disappear from sight if they want or need to. You got that? Good. 

Ecto-contaminated people? Don’t have wings. Liminals and Halfas, who have developed cores? Do have wings, and they can’t hide said wings, because unlike ghosts? Their bodies are physical living flesh. 

Now Gotham? Ecto-contaminated, there’s no doubt about it. The amount of portals that have been opened there and death pits and death cults… yeah it’d be surprising if it wasn’t. But again, no one really notices, because at most? Most just get a bit of eyeshine. 

The Bats however? Oh man are they freaking out when they wake up with aches in their back and feathers starting to poke through their skin. Curse? Nope! Welcome to Liminality, enjoy the second puberty of wings, emotion-sharing, fangs, claws, and whatever else you might develop- also enjoy the whole eating fear thing. (Wait, the what-)

mojang ain't fuckin around with this new update but i rly fucking hope they nerf the mace a bit lmfao. it's an awesome weapon conceptually n i love it, but the breaching enchant + density enchant is so busted that you can oneshot a player in prot 4 netherite just walkin off a 5 block drop, it's insane

Screaming, crying, throwing up because I couldn’t get standing Sleep Token tickets

whats so funny is that you guys have no idea that in a week or two its quite likely ill drop off the face of the earth again. maybe even delete my whole blog. like all the great klance artists.

The fact that Arven is now canonly an absolute Bad luck magnet who has no business doing what he's doing but he's doing it anyway kind of sends me xD

Run Master Chef Ruuuuuuuuuuuuum 😂😂😂😂

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ok i was looking through my notes and this one made me laugh a lot like i almost don't want to spoil it in case i ever write it. LOL

so the premise of this fic is that angus mcdonald (who is at this point say like 13-14 years old) comes home from school over spring break to discover that one of his family members has suddenly died. 

gasp!

i want to say it's taako but i think actually it's lucretia. lucretia died, which is strange for a number of reasons, like she's old but not that old, and all evidence is pointing to the fact that foul play might have been involved.

so now angus has to solve her murder.

lup, barry, and kravitz are away on a cult stake-out, no service in the spooky necromantic keep, so they can't help out—no checking in on her soul in the astral plane, etc. angus has to do this the old-fashioned way. strangely, magnus and merle keep alternating between being very sad and suspiciously blasé about their very good friend dying. and taako… well, that's complicated.

i mean, talk about complicated; lucretia's kind of a controversial figure—was it someone looking for revenge after losing a loved one to the relic wars? someone angry that she erased their memories of a beloved family member? one of boylands' kids, maybe? it couldn't have been—taako?

and i can't stress this enough: the tone of the fic and the way it's framed would be such that the reader believes that lucretia has actually died. the reader is going along with angus for the ride, trying to piece together what actually happened, almost like, a little noir but mostly clue-style, in the days leading up to her funeral, where angus gets to do a dramatic confrontation with her killer.

you think it's building to the reveal that taako really did kill lucretia—but that can't be it, right? that's wild! they've got beef, but he wouldn't really, would he?

well. you're right! he didn't!

because lucretia *wasn't* murdered, angus says. and this isn't a funeral at all. is it, ma'am?

lucretia sits up from where she was lying, arms crossed, eyes closed, in her casket. and she says, booyah.

cue magic. sparkles from prestidigitation a la taako. balloons. gifts. a banner reveals itself. it reads: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGUS!

that's right. it wasn't a murder. for a boy detective, it was the greatest gift of all. the gift of a murder mystery. a murder mystery birthday party. booyah

Ghost!Meleanor, bursting into Ramshakle after yet another argument with Queen Leia: DAUGHTER OF MAN YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE WHAT THAT WENCH SAID TO ME THIS TIME!

Charlotte, looking up from the shattered remains of her favorite mug on the floor: Don't you even bother to say hello anymore?

A Shift in the Winds | Arthur & Eithne

The festive sounds grew fainter as Eithne slipped from the Great Hall and into the empty corridors, her slippers barely making a sound on the stone. It seemed like a lifetime ago that instead of her silent footsteps she had been racing through these sides alongside Eilia, laughing and making plans about how their futures would play out in these halls. It had been so simple-- as soon as she was of age, Eithne would become one of Eilia's ladies and they might spend all their time together. Back then there was never an idea that her dearest friend would have become Queen so young-- they'd imagined themselves dancing with courtiers, flirting with foreign dignitaries, and staying up long into the evenings without a care. Neither of them had imagined where they would find themselves currently.

Eithne had made a feeble attempt to speak with Eilia but the Queen had been so closely surrounded by members of the Varmont court, it was near to impossible to reach her. Adding to that Cassimir seeming to be keeping tabs on her movements, she had all but given up on having even the briefest of moments to speak to her friend.

When she had noticed Cassimir had become distracted by some raucous story being told by one of the lords, Eithne took her chance and slipped away from the party. It felt overwhelming in a away she couldn't describe and as nostalgic she had been for her time in the castle as a young girl, she now found herself missing the quiet of the kitchens at the estate.

Footsteps much louder than her own echoed in the hallway, causing Eithne to startle from her thoughts. She turned, half expecting to find Cassimir in search of her but it was not.

Eithne knew an entirely different prince than the one standing before her. The one she knew was dressed less formally, marching about the countryside with her. He would eat the humble lunch Cook would pack for them by the stream, help her chase the chickens back into their pen as if it were a delightful game, and somehow had managed to remind her that there were still reasons to laugh sometimes.

The man standing before her was different, dressed in his royal refinery. He looked the part of a future king and Eithne was reminded once again the same thing she told herself every time he rode away from their estate: there was no future for her with Arthur Varmont.

"Your Highness," she dipped into a curtsey that immediately felt unnatural given the casual nature of their relationship when he came to visit her at the estate, however she found herself at a loss of what else she might say to him in this situation.

Not me, studying in my room, and at a certain point the door violently opens, framing my father, perfectly in Umemiya Hajime's style (including the white short-sleeved shirt) who, in an extremely proud tone, shows me a whole collection of seedlings, debuting with an excited and satisfied "Look at my seedlings, how beautiful they're growing!!! 😍✨😍✨😍✨"

And I: "...what kind of plants are they?"

He: "✨TOMATOES.✨"

I swear I've been laughing for at least half an hour.

CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN WHY VENTI’S BURST ICON IS THE WAY IT IS

Out of all the 70+ characters in genshin, Venti’s burst is the *only* icon out of everything we’ve seen in the game where the icon does not line up whatsoever with the burst itself.

Venti’s skill and normal attack icon matches up just fine with what the attack actually does, meanwhile the burst icon looks somewhat like the old crosshair icon- said icon does not show up in the burst in any way shape or form.

Interestingly enough, a very minuscule version of the icon does show up in the Skyward Blade (and depending on your copium levels the emblem thing on the back of Venti’s cape, and the clock icon in the paimon menu).

This symbol clearly has significant meaning, but out of all the mysterious and lore-important characters, why is Venti the only one with a burst icon that diverges from what the burst actually does? Is it intentional for lore reasons, or did Hoyoverse accidentally screw something up at some point? (I’m pretty sure Venti is currently the only character with only two burst voicelines, though I may or may not have heard “rhythm take you” in a demo video or smth)

It's the players and their towels against the Cancún weather

I played too many video games so much all the time people are begging me to draw

Dandelion Balloon

lino paint on paper – linocut – 24 x 36 cm

S7IEBEN.art RedBubble

On not watching the ending to the end

I think this is a Black Sails dead dove post. #anti black sails almost.

Being a descendant of colonized people and an appreciator of Black Sails feels untenable because the net effect of the finale is that the descendants of colonizers (and compatriots of colonizers of now) have John Silver tell a black woman, whose people were enslaved, that rebellion against colonization and enslavement is not worth it because it won't succeed on this try after he made sure that it would fail. It's insulting and infuriating. And after punching me in the face, they are going to dangle my favorites at me like, Hey look but Max did OK for herself, and Anne survived and went back to being a kick ass woman pirate! (Thank you to everyone who gave me such vivid summaries). It's too humiliating to endure, and the fact that the show is so entrancingly well made and beautifully put together makes it much worse.

It's very similar to reading Gone with the Wind, actually, except that book wasn't about me and mine, so I'd read along and think, If a Japanese novelist wrote a fun story like this and then had a Korean person depicted like Mami, Pork, Prissy, Uncle Peter or any of the field hands, and insisted that Koreans found happiness and fulfilment in being colonized and self determination confused & ruined us, I'd be homicidal. Arguably, Black Sails isn't directly about me and mine either, strictly speaking. The rub is that there's so much of the now in Black Sails - my liveblog where I intensely identify with Flint and Billy and Max and Eleanor is evidence. This isn't an issue of me disliking the narrative structure of the way the show ended, though I do, and not just about hating John Silver, which I do. It's the fact that the net message of the show's conclusion is to tell you to make your individual peace with oppression, because you're going to fail anyway.

I think my personal compromise will just have to be, the show ended with Silver pointing the gun at Flint and saying "I don't care." Which is the only true thing he's ever said in his whole life. He didn't get to give that speech. I didn't have to hear it. I do not know that Jack Rackham pontificated about narrative. And so on.

im ngl i had a lil breakdown before my shower (which i took just before i went to bed to chill and watch the new eps) abt some thought-id-already-worked-all-thru-it irl stuff that resurfaced on me like trauma tends to and i just

it made everything in the show so. I don't know how to say it right. but i feel seen and understood and emotionally overwhelmed in a safe yet weird way, just like i did with a lot of s1 and I am Feeling So Much akdnfkgb (i cannot stress enough that this is a Good Thing and I'm absolutely thrilled and happy with the new eps and like. Going to be fine mentally I just gotta wrangle this like i have the times before.)