2019 greyscale drawing of Tifa FF7 looking buff and facing the viewer front on, both her fists locked together like she's ready to punch the patriarchy to space
Happy International Women's Day! 💪🏼
#fanartses #tifa
Maybe I should make one of those twee promotion images. That could be fun.
I can't pretend to know why some stories get less engagement than others.
Do you think you need to have read the WMD girlfriend fic first? You don't. Don't even worry about it.
Nothing in the preview catches your attention? You're making a mistake.
Did you simply not like it? Wrong. Try again.
I *do* consider myself better than the Riddler, but I'm not sure that's setting too high a bar.
If nobody ever calls me out on the games I play with names and titles and anagrams and stuff, I am just going to increasingly think of myself as a brilliant chessmaster of words.
I'm like if the Riddler were some kind of wretched pervert lesbian.
Unburied Exile's Onus March 4, 2026 content tags: combat dolls, loss, war crimes The caress of a soft hiss coaxes me from torpor with gentle insistence. It is, at first, the universe of my awareness. Yet not for long. New sensations creep in. An aching, bone-deep chill permeates my body. Sounds, initially indistinct, slowly resolve into voices, though I cannot see their source.
Once upon a time, in the year 2021, I tweeted a fic that went weirdly viral.
The later follow-up that I wrote lacked teeth, and so I disappointed myself with it. This is a very different follow-up which I'm much more satisfied with in that respect.
fungalhalo.com/stories/unbu...
That's wild. I guess don't use @proton.me anymore
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Stupidly academic smut. Fallen London fanfiction. Magical girls with disabilities. LitRPG-adjacent corruption kink. A barely recognizable successor to my viral 2021 Twitter microfic (may I never go viral again).
This is not the catalogue of someone trying to build a big audience.
Sometimes I'm glad I don't make a living from writing.
Of course I hate my day job and resent how much of my creative energy it saps, but it's nice to not fret about whether anyone actually wants to read whatever naked self-indulgence I produce.
Some of these could even be good! But I'll never know because I have already forgotten the title two seconds after reading it.
Scrolling Steam, I swear half the indie games are just named like: Cloudshell Village, Sandstar Island, Moonstone Wharf, Treesky Peninsula, Leafwind Archipelago.
These are all the same title to me. I will never be able to distinguish between the various Nounnoun Location names.
This skews recent, but the problem with some of the games that once were important to me is that they (or their creators) really didn't age well.
Sorry I'm not more open-minded about LLMs, it's just some fucking maniacs shoveled out a bunch of useless bloatware featuring that technology, did not give me any chance to opt out, reorganized the entire economy around it, zeroed out gains made by green energy, and made it impossible to buy RAM
W-without reading it? Okay, yeah, I'm impressed.
you can fuck anything if you're brave and pure of heart
#teratophilia
That's the one, yeah!
As is typical for me, the "combat doll" tag is more thematic than literal.
Unburied Exile's Onus March 4, 2026 content tags: combat dolls, loss, war crimes The caress of a soft hiss coaxes me from torpor with gentle insistence. It is, at first, the universe of my awareness. Yet not for long. New sensations creep in. An aching, bone-deep chill permeates my body. Sounds, initially indistinct, slowly resolve into voices, though I cannot see their source.
Once upon a time, in the year 2021, I tweeted a fic that went weirdly viral.
The later follow-up that I wrote lacked teeth, and so I disappointed myself with it. This is a very different follow-up which I'm much more satisfied with in that respect.
fungalhalo.com/stories/unbu...
Yeah, I know the ones you mean.
AO3 down? Well, there's at least one fanfic you can still read, and it's this Fallen London one on my site.
At this point any American arguing in defense of the US is demonstrating the kind of nationalism indistinguishable from that of the Nazis.
Unbeatable is such a cool game aesthetically, but what is this pacing?
Vance, a human who looks like if Butch Hartman designed a parody of Link from The Legend of Zelda, and Victor, what I can describe only as a mettaton and falco love-child, walk onto the streets of, presumably, Boston. As they speak, Vance looks over his shoulder at Victor, while Victor looks over his own back at Vance, both some distance apart. Vance asks, "Your ass is from Massachusetts but you say shit like 'luv' a lot. sup with that" Victor replies, "I came to life in boston and then I just kept doin different accents of rockstars I liked for fun and it stuck" Vance concludes, "So. You're an abomination" Victor stares up at nothing, handsomely drawn, face neutral. His beak seems to be frowning slightly, but it's hard to tell if he's actually upset or just in thought. He's wearing earrings (attached to the sides of his head, somehow), an open jacket, and a top with cleavage that shows off his chest. Victor is a robot-toy-bird thing, so his chest has holes for his speaker. He also has cool black hair-- though this is a doodle comic, so his hair isn't really colored black. Just his mascara. "I'm an abomination." Victor agrees, face downcast. "I love you" Vance says offscreen. Victor repeats, in a heavier accent, "Oh'm an abominaytion luv" the previous panel was edited so that he's holding a teacup, while wearing a monocle, a New England Patriots hat, a tiny top-hat, and a shirt that says "WICKED BOLLOCKS" In the next panel, the boys walk through an alleyway. "oh 'new england' i get it now" Vance muses, adding, "So this is it, huh?" "This is the alleyway I came to life in." Victor explains, "It's--" "You came to life, bro?" Vance interjects, emphasis on the word "came". He's doing the cheeky face cdi-link makes after asking for a kiss. Victor stares at nothing, crudely drawn. He looks at Vance, who is looking back. Victor looks up and affirms, "This is the alleyway I ejaculated into being in" "This is where you came to" "I came screaming and crying"
I must confess the last few pieces are just an excuse to post spec bio for hornet. I don't get around to drawing monstery/unusual set ups much. #silksongnsfw
drawing of a woman on a balcony, looking down at a huge mermaid-like creature. the street is covered in water and everything looks old and rundown
alleyway meet up
I love your Durge and your takes on Minthara.
A friend of mine recommended Palingenesis with no more context than a link. I was immediately taken by the prose, the way each thought is articulated in twists and turns, rarely voiced outright. Implied. Elegant.
Cue my begging for more fics to fuel a newfound craving.
