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none of it’s actually necessary and i should just finish the story but: it’d be funnnnn

tbf some Are more specific like “ingrid and leonie immediately post-hockey game, celebrating a win, with leonie sporting a bigass fresh black eye” whereas other ones are like “picture hilda took of claude that he is not going to like”

never gotten a commission tho so idk if it’s gauche to be like “pick whichever of these you think sounds fun to do” vs having more guardrails on it

i have. twenty-odd prompts i’m entertaining. idk how many i’ll wind up using but i think it could be fun to commission a few and then do the others myself

im daydreaming about it…

i want to get a bunch of art for my fic…

i did get the slideshow effect to work relatively cleanly and im pleased with that. scroll-snap would really hit tho

what stinks is it probably needs to be a table just so that it looks halfway okay with the workskin turned off. otherwise bits and pieces of UI get everywhere

getting the content to lay nicely with the workskin turned off without relying on images for formatting or limiting modularity/customization is proving challenging… i wondered if resorting to most accursèd layout table-based design would help but i’faith it has largely hindered. and i hate it so

first build attempt was a failure but we still ball

no aspect-ratio no object-fit no scroll-snap… nvm its literally 1984

it’s nice to flex the muscles!!! the limitations are. Taxing at times lmao but the puzzle of figuring out how to do it/how close you can get is really really fun

the sheer fact that ao3 lets you do as much as it does with html and css is so fun and exciting. yeah i could do it any way i want on my own website but what can i do Here… the real playground experience

it would be ten thousand times easier to just mock up an image but its more about if it Can be done yknow

yes it’s a stupid amount of effort for a couple of jokes in esoteric porn but i am a dog of the people… everyone should get an opportunity to enjoy a couple of jokes in esoteric porn

the fun&games puzzle of doing such things is not just how to do it but how to do it
1. accessibly, and
2. so if the workskin is turned off or the reader downloads the fic as an epub, etc.,
a) the reader still gets a vaguely similar reading experience
b) it doesn’t look like a complete shitshow

🫡

it’s gonna work trust

sunday afternoon project: rebuilding instagram in ao3

Commission I drew for @etherealwill.bsky.social !! Thank you for commissioning me once again💚💛
➼〚 #fireemblem #fe3h #claude #flayn #clayn #art #vgencomm #yullycomms 〛

from 2020

Edelgard from Fire Emblem Three Houses as a child, holding a teacup and a teddy bear. She’s sitting at a table and having a tea party with two other stuffed animals (a cat and a bunny). There are a number of plates, silverware, teacups, and pastries on the table.

My piece for @edelgardcenterzine.bsky.social !!
Little El having a tea party with her plushies 🧸💕

#FE3H #Edelgard

something very special about being drunk at a party and winding up outside with one other person talking about death and grim shit. and you’re both girls 😳

i don’t write a whole lot of developing-relationship type stuff but um it’s actually really fun :0/

i just think they could have some real weird tension

“—not that I don’t want to do it for myself, but like—it means more now, you know? Like, to be doing it for them, too.” “I have understanding. But I am thinking that... I think it is not something you should be doing if it is not also making you happy.” “I mean, it’s not that it doesn’t. I’m good at what I do. And I like the work. I like it too much, honestly, and that’s—it’s scary. Like, what if I get to a point where I could stop, but I don’t, and I wind up being just like him?” “I think I am knowing what you mean. I am having similar fears... I am wanting to do right by my family, to honor their sacrifice and improve their situation. But sometimes I am worrying that they would be having disappointment with what I do to that end. That I am not upholding the dream they sought in coming here. Or that I am compromising myself in pursuing my goals, and forgetting what they have been teaching me.” “Bitch. You’re, like, one of the most morally upright people I know. You get mad when someone squishes a bug instead of taking it outside.” “That—that is different—”

“I know, I know. I get it, though. For me... I don’t want to be like either of them. I don’t ever want to go against my ideals, or lose sight of what’s important. But I also need to know I’ve done all I can. I’m not going to die bitter, with shit still on my to-do list.” “I am admiring of that. I think a lot of people are saying such things, but few are trying so hard to be making sure it does not happen.” The ice in Petra’s cup rings against the glass with an oddly soothing rhythm. She stops swirling it, her pinstriped nails curled around the base. “If you were to be dying tomorrow, what would be your greatest regret?” Edelgard glances at her. Her copper brown eyes look golden in the glow of the LED porch light. Her olive skin is flushed, dark red roses adorning her cheeks. Her coral pink lip gloss is rubbing off, but it still glistens in the light, her slender lips pursed with her question. Then they twitch at the corners, pulling back into a small, awkward smile. “I-I am sorry,” she says before Edelgard can answer, breaking her gaze. The ice in her obviously empty glass clacks against her teeth; she brushes a loose strand of wine-colored hair out of her face and tucks it behind her ear. “I was—that was intense, yes?”

“I mean, yeah,” Edelgard says with a laugh, “a little. But I don’t mind. I, uh... I don’t know. If you asked me on any other day, I’d probably say something like—like, um—” She cuts herself off, trapping the tattered remnants of her self-control between her molars. “I don’t know. Probably something really fucking morbid.” Petra laughs at that, and Edelgard does, too, although it does fuckall to ease the weird tension that has suddenly formed between them. There’s a sense of friction, a pull that’s almost magnetic, but Edelgard’s not sure which way it’ll go—if it’ll tug her closer until they collide or make her swerve away at the last second. “It is making sense,” Petra muses, drinking more nothing. “The question—it is ‘really fucking morbid.’” She tilts her head thoughtfully, her eyes on her ice, her rosy, secret smile making her pink tattoo sit high on her cheek. That stubborn strand of hair has already slipped loose from behind her ear, dangling down like an arrow right to those glossy lips. Edelgard only manages to look away from them when Petra turns those brown eyes on her again, the irises soft for once in the harsh haze of the porch light. “And since I am asking today?” Edelgard thinks about it. She thinks about it long and hard. “Not going to the club tonight.”

Petra laughs again—a reward Edelgard’s chickenshit answer doesn’t deserve. It’s weird. The tension should have dissipated after that hard swerve, but she still feels like she’s in the friction zone. That pull is still there, tugging on Edelgard’s heart, making her tongue stick to the roof of her dry, dry mouth, rooting her feet in place so she can’t step away and sever it for good. Fuck, that stray strand of hair is driving her crazy. If she doesn’t stop staring at Petra’s lips, she’ll definitely have something to add to her list of regrets. She crooks a finger and tucks the little lock back behind Petra’s ear, safely out of the way, where it can’t drive her further into temptation. Oh. No, it’s worse now. It’s much, much worse. Petra’s frozen in place, her wide copper eyes following the movements of Edelgard’s gloved hand; she blinks, her dark lashes meeting and parting, her gaze flitting first to Edelgard’s mouth and then up to meet Edelgard’s blank stare. The very tip of her pink tongue darts out to wet her slender lips—they’re pursed again, but with a different question, one Edelgard has to be closer to answer. She gives into the pull. She answers it. She crosses that one off the list.

for all the fun i’ve had writing this modern au i think my favorite part is this edelpetra exchange

i can’t believe this fic hit 50k and took OVER A YEAR. this was supposed to be a quick and fun lil dalliance… i am learning i maybe do not know how to do those

the really important thing is that in the next/epilogue chapter we actually get to see the bike. a mere 50k words in

now that motorcycle edelgard’s situation is mostly resolved i can return to the important things in life (drawing hubert)

Hurragh!