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One of the sillier things I've ever made, drawn for the LU discord weekly prompt "Home"

#do I even tag this with everyone?? I don't wanna flood all the tags with this nonsense #do i tag it as homestuck???#yeah probably.#my dumb ideas are all of your problem now #lu chain #homestuck #linked universe #i'm sorry.#i just know wind would love to fly #also legend died for that outfit #my art

I feel like Shakespeare visited my house and gave me a nod of approval engkskfksid

Fun fact of the day; Shakespeare didn't start writing until his mid-twenties. I am definitely sixteen so such high praise feels weird, a good weird but also concerning because of America's literacy rates.

Anyway love the Satan bleaching his hair badly headcannon. Asmo probably cried the first time Satan fried his hair but Satan wouldn't let Asmo do it for him.

#I wish to fight the sun #Am I the mentally ill friend that talks like they're on their fifth life in between causing chaos #Yeah probably.#No I do not know what I am doing #I think it's the emotional trauma and the autism #God really didn't fuck around with giving artists and writers trauma #I'll do something great #Definitely the trauma

The Song of Mira Seasinger. Chapter 5

Tw: politics, fighting

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~🧜🏾‍♀️~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mira was 16 years old when it happened. In this time, Mira had begun trying to rekindle her friendship with her brother and had finally started to trust him again. Over the year, Mira had become a strong leader, helping others when they showed difficulty while training, comforting those who’d lost everything, inspiring hope in the hearts of those around her. ‘Truly, she has begun to grow into herself.’ Doris thought with pride, knowing the whole time Mira had been the right choice.

But everything changed on one fateful day.

It had been a rebel meeting like any other; going over the plan once again to make sure that when the time had come, it’d be drilled into everyone’s heads. They only had one month before the yearly Sacrifice, when they’d put their plan into motion.

Everything was going so well, everyone in the rebel group had been trained for combat, they had all their supplies ready, they were fully stocked on weapons and everyone knew how to use them. The plan was all set. Then, in a flash, it all came crashing down around her.

It started with an explosion, throwing everyone into a confused panic. Several merfolk were injured in the blast, and several more in the confused and panicked stampede that followed. Naia swam above the crowd to get a better look at what was going on. “Everyone, get to the emergency exits! Just like we practiced!” Mira’s voice traveled over the crowd, helping to calm the panic.

That out of the way, Mira rushed to help others to the emergency exits. Hearing her friend’s voice, she turned to Naia, who’d just returned to Mira’s side to give her report. “Royal guards!” She cried in a panic, “They’ve found us!” Mira looked over at the main entrance to see a troop of guards capturing rebels closest to the mouth of the cave. “Oh, SHELL no! Mira cried in rage, handing the young merchild she was holding to her friend and second-in-command, giving instructions to get everyone to safety and out of the cave. Quickly, Mira seized up one of the weapons closest to her and raced to protect her friends.

Engaging in combat, Mira, with Dylan at her side, quickly disarmed and stunned multiple guards, but it wasn’t enough. Mira quickly spared a glance at one of the emergency exits, and to her horror, she saw it was blocked off by rubble from the mini cave-in. Whipping her head around to look at the other exits, she saw that they too were blocked off, either by rubble or more guards. ‘We’re surrounded,’ she thought in dread.

Suddenly, her train of thought was cut off by a blow to the head. Temporarily stunned, she was thrown back and to the floor. Looking up she saw a guard towering above her, trident pointing to her throat. Looking back around at her comrades, she saw everyone else in similar positions. “Surrender, rebel sea-scum!” the guard ordered.

Mira was no fool. She knew when she was beat , and no matter what way she spun this scenario in her mind, there was no possible way out. They were surrounded, outnumbered and beaten. A rebellion crushed, before it even began. “Barnacles,” Mira muttered in annoyance as she raised her hands in surrender.

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Originally, this chapter was a lot longer, but I decided to split it. Next half will probably be on Friday.

til then!

Snippet Sunday!

Thanks @khywren for the tag <3

I have FINISHED part 5 of Beauty and the Bard! My beta got married yesterday so she was a LITTLE too busy to read it last week, but I think I'll be able to get it out to you guys at some point this week 😈

“You’re here because of those rotflowers, aren’t you?” The dwarf with the Absolute pendant got to his feet and pulled the arrow out of his shoulder. “You reek of justice and good deeds.” “Funny,” you said, using the pommel of your rapier to push a now visible dwarf off the platform you were on, “and I just took a bath this morning.” “Would you classify that as a bath?” Astarion called down to you, mischief in his eyes. You smiled, but could already feel yourself starting to lose steam, even though the battle had just started. You pressed on and cast another Shatter, scattering your enemies further. “And what would you classify it as?” “I can think of many things, but we’re in such polite company, I shan’t say.” He shot a flaming arrow down onto the beach and hit multiple dwarves at once in the explosion. “I don’t like whatever’s happening here,” the dwarf with the Absolute amulet said. “But I’ll make you pay for siding with those mushroom abominations.” The dwarf raised his hands and uttered a spell you didn't recognize, but a cacophony of noise from below caught your attention. The lapse in focus cost you, as one of the dwarves you’d been fending off pushed you off the platform. You heard your companions yell your name as you landed hard in the sand below. It took you a second to regain your bearings before you realized what the sound had been. Fallen Duergar were now rising, life not returning to their eyes, but risen all the same. Animate Dead. You’d heard of this spell; had seen it in action with Mayrina’s husband, Connor. But you had yet to see it used in battle. Now you were surrounded by undead dwarves, hell bent on tearing you apart. “Hi,” was all you could manage through the spinning of your head. You blinked a few times before blocking the heavy strike of an axe with your slim rapier. When it was clear that the axe was going to prevail, you rolled out of the way and the axe connected with the sand that had been beneath your head.

UH OH! WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN?? Spoiler alert: There's no smut in this one, but a lot of fluff and rage and angst and fluff.

Tagging: @busy-baker, @ladyduellist, @atsadi-shenanigans and @astarioffsimpmain - sorry if you've already been tagged, no pressure at all!