Hi! I'm britt (she/they, 30+ years old elder nerd) and I obsess about fandoms intensely for as long as they give me dopamine. My main blog is an old Tolkien RP blog (@masteroftheseas), so if you get a follow or see comments on your posts or get likes from that blog, it me. đ
I'm a writer and gamer, and use this blog to share my own works or gather things others have made/curated. I also will reblog personal or political things, but will use tags to help you curate your own dashboards safely.
Please please please feel welcome to reblog anything I write, or to reply with commentary. Likes are lovely, reblogs add a year to my life, comments are my lifeblood.
my AO3 - Mirtathor
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my writing masterlist (obey me)
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my Noelle tag (TWC detective, Noelle/Nate) (character sheet) (fanart đĽşđ)
my Sai tag (TWC detective, Sai/Mason) (character sheet)
my Bailey tag (TWC OC, Bailey/Farah) (fanart đđ)
my AO3 - The Beanhaven Chronicler (for TWC fics)
the Detective Character Sheet template for anyone's use
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remembering that post you made a few weeks ago about post surgery sleepttime and how the body needs sleep to. yk. Heal.
and youre right but its evil. its very Evil.
and im coming here to shake your hand from sleepytime hell
i hope your recovery has no more scaries and continues to go well ^^
awww thank you! đ¤ hand in miserably-sleepy-hibernating-hand, friend, may you feel better and better and the sleeps finally let you go free.
i'm doing much much better! the wounds are looking a lot better too, and i have my post-op with the surgeon in 2 days so he'll be able to take a look and give me the All Clear i hope.
and then the universe owes me a winning lottery ticket i think.
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YOU'RE A REGULAR WRITER! YOU CAN CRAFT A COMPLETE SENTENCE! YOU'RE A REGULAR WRITER! YOU USE THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF COMMAS! YOU'RE A REGULAR WRITER! YOUR PROSE IS GOOD AND RIGHT! YOU'RE A REGULAR WRITER! EVERYONE UNDERSTANDS YOUR VISION!
i got distracted from everything by drawing the World's Most Okayest stick figure porn of adam and ethan together. featuring adam's HUGE TITS and FAT ASS so we know which stick figure is him.
TAKE THIS AI. NOBODY NEEDS YOU. I'M SUCH AN ARTISTE. A VISIONARY. A TALENTED BRILLIANT CAPABLE HUMAN BEING.
they don't have Freakishly Long Torsos it's called perspective noobs watch a youtube đ
Awww babyâs first bullshit AI-generated spam comments!
Super pissed they fed my shit into their goddamn AI just to regurgitate this fuckass attempt to get my info. Hope they get to have a threesome with Mitch and Lindsey in hell.
Ethan's space unfortunately feels very cluttered.
It's not that he doesn't care to keep things clean and tidy, but I think he spends a lot of energy and time making sure to keep more important things orderly. Result; it's a bit of a mess most times.
In terms of style and decoration though, he enjoys more of an industrial dĂŠcor!
Lemon Balm: Does your OC have any bedtime habits or rituals?
Mhh... I never really thought about this one before, oddly!
I think he'd be very prone to exercise before bed. Either go on a jog if he's allowed to go outside by himself (y'know...), otherwise he'd use a treadmill. Then shower, and hop! Away to bed!
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Awww babyâs first bullshit AI-generated spam comments!
Super pissed they fed my shit into their goddamn AI just to regurgitate this fuckass attempt to get my info. Hope they get to have a threesome with Mitch and Lindsey in hell.
several different sketches w hermes (featuring seph too) from @chrysanthemumgames from the past few months!!!!!!
i would like to come back to that first blocked out painting and refine it when i have more time :) referenced off 'souls on the bank of the acheron', which is moodier than how i usually draw hermes, but still <3 original painting (which is my personal favorite classical depiction of hermes ever) under the cut
These are delightful as always, and I love the one that references the 'Souls' painting! I'd be super keen to see the refined version if you do get to it. :)
Run for your life and don't look back / And don't look back
I've been encouraged by many friends to share the Fallen Hero fics I wrote, so, hello Fallen Hero fandom, please enjoy my take on Ricardo Ortega suffering (part 1). Set during Heartbreak. Major character death and all that :'D AND SPOILERS FOR FH:REBIRTH
Title from Son Lux's Live Another Life <3
Read on AO3
Note: Isabelle Becker is nonbinary đ
It took Ricardo too long to notice that Isabelle wasnât following their slow climb anymore. The shock of losing Themmy, he thought, the stench of bodies, the overwhelming sense that they just should have bombed the building instead of going in, because it was already all wrong. He should haveâhe was in charge, and god he hated his stupid hero name right about now.
âWei.â He stopped moving. His breath had suddenly decided to halt in his rising panic. âIsabelleâs gone.â
He didnât blame Wei for not noticing either. The armour with the dampeners had to be heavier than he could even comprehend, and he had to keep his own mind safe from whatever was doing this.
âWhereââ Wei sighed, sounding more than exhausted, but just as he was about to say more, a sob came from below. Something that almost sounded like words, though distorted by fear. Ricardo threw Wei an anguished look as he had to physically hold himself back from running to find Bel. Wei, a bead of sweat falling from his temple, jutted his chin at him. âGo.â
âYouâllâyouâre sure? Iâllââ
âBe. Quick.â
Ricardo just nodded and sprinted down. Behind him, he could hear that Wei had turned around and started to follow.
An apartment door was open. 412. Bel was frozen a few steps into the room.
The first thing he noticed was that Isabelle had removed their mask. The second was the gun in their mouth. The third was their finger ready to press on the trigger.
âIsabelle!â
Instincts fully took over, his body acting faster than his mind, to get that gun anywhere other than in Belâs fucking mouth. Their grip was strong, though, and the barrel clacked against their teeth when he pulled it away. He couldn't get them to let go of the gun fully. Their eyes wereâŚdistant. Glassy. Terrifyingly determined to go through with this.
âStop, please, what are you doing?â he pleaded, aware of how desperate and panicked he sounded. âPlease, Bel, look at me. Thisâthing, itâs influencing your mind. You need to put up your shields, please! Miraâlook at me!â
But Bel wasnât looking at him. They turned their head to the window. Ricardoâs heart somehow sank even further down. Belâs grip on the gun did not lessen, nor did they move their finger away from the trigger, but at least he was holding them, keeping them in place near the door. They wouldnât run that way. He was stronger than them, and he wanted nothing more than for that gun to be on the floor, but their hold wasâhe didnâtâanything more would hurt them. He wasnât going to break their fucking hand. This is Bel, this isâhisâ
âMi amor,â he sobbed, out of breath, and out of options. Wei had to be close, the dampeners were their only chance to stop this from happening withoutâhe didnât even want to think about using an electrical shock to concuss Bel orâ
The gun went off.
His hand let go.
Isabelle ran.
Time slowed. With the flash of green still behind his eyelids, without thinking, he took off after them, threw his arms out, spread his fingers, anything, to try and catch them, to break their momentum. But they were Sidestep. They dodged.
Ricardo lost his footing, almost broke his nose on the floor, and could only watch in horror as Bel, a smile on their face, smashed through the glass and fell.
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I often complain about my life but one thing I am grateful for is that I've almost never been shot at with a cannon. That happened all the time in the old days and it seems like it sucked a lot
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