Maria Reynolds Act 2 (Hamilton Minimalist Series 11/20)

birds keep visiting me on my windowsill

I'm so pleased to present ADAM & EVE, a short erotica story I made for @discordcomics's NECTAR anthology. It's the story of a monk who does not quite fit in with their brothers...

This is the first part, you can read the whole (NSFW) thing on twitter.

CW: Adults only, very mild eye-related body horror, good ol fashioned blasphemy.

Happy february 2nd guys

Hey look at that. I'm back. And I drew some Overwatch. So anyway, it was a little idea I had for D.Va because of this person post's :wingrogers.tumblr.com/post/149… (who i do not know).  It just inspired me to draw something an itsy bit darker for her, so there you go, random person. Do not repost and all without asking, again, I don't own this, blah blah. (Also I agree with all the stuff, and I don't think I made any of it better, but hey, I try).

Long story short someone on my dash was doing beautiful screenshots of Anders in Dragon Age so I had to do a redraw. But I don’t have the time to finish it today. SO another wip. (also I ‘ll look for the person doing the screenshots tomorrow).

So I got into a fandom headfirst again. Blame my lack of self-preservation. Anyway, I read this fic by @feoplepeel which is great and that I would recommend if you ship gravebone (all my firends are sinners take it slow in the distance. I blame my sis really).

Rebloging this bc I m still super proud of it years later, it was my biggest piece of art at the time and my most difficult composition! Excited about patho 3 hehehe

“The foe stalks him at every turn / whispering pestilence and plague / whispering endings and dreaming.” Made for the pathologic 15/1st anniversary event! In collab with  @yuliciagames honestly her writing inspired this whole piece :). Please go check out her part here

how we feelin mob fandom

The Least Intimidating bakery in the village has closed for good so now I’ve got to go to the Intimidating Bakery, it’s awful. If you don’t have a PhD in being French I don’t recommend going to that bakery, here’s the humiliating account of the 3 times I’ve visited it so far:

the first time I went in there I pointed at one of those extra-skinny baguettes and said “a flute, please” feeling pretty sure of myself, and the baker said “… that’s a ficelle” (you idiot) (was implied) “a flute is twice as large as a baguette.”

That’s insane, first of all, a flute is a skinny instrument. Call your fat baguette a bassoon, lady—I made some timid remark about how it would make more sense for a flute to be a skinny bread and the baker said, “In Paris it is. I thought you were from the South?”

oh, that hurt

I guess I’m from the part of the South that’s so close to Italy the bread’s waist size matters less than whether it’s got olives in it, but I left the bakery having an existential crisis over whether living in Paris had made me forget my roots

the Least Intimidating Bakery just had normal baguettes vs. seedy baguettes vs. horny baguettes (easy mode, some have seeds, some have horns), while the new bakery has breads that are only different on a molecular level—there’s a good old loaf and then another, identical loaf called a bastard? google told me a bastard is “halfway between a baguette and a bread” but denouncing them like “those are not regulation-sized bastards” would get me banned from the bakery for life

on my 2nd visit (while I stood in line discreetly googling baguette terminology) there was an English tourist who asked for a baguette while pointing at what was either a rustique or a sesame and I felt a bit worried for them, but the baker just clarified “this one?” to waive any responsibility if they found out later it wasn’t a classic baguette, then handed them the bread without educating them in a judgmental tone and I felt envious

I know it’s because she thinks the English are beyond saving but still it made me want to come back with a fake moustache and an English accent so I wouldn’t be expected to play bakery on expert mode just because I’m French. I asked for a pastry this time and the baker asked “no bread with that?” which felt cruel, like she wanted me to sprinkle myself with ashes and admit out loud that my level of bread proficiency isn’t as advanced as I once believed it was

The third time I went, I had lost all self-confidence and I hesitantly pointed at a bread and said “I’d like this, uh—what is it called?” and the baker looked at me in disbelief and said “That’s a baguette.”

God.

for the record, if that stupid bread had been flanked by a skinny bread (ficelle) and a fat one (flute) then yeah of course I would have known to call it a baguette, but in the absence of reference points I now felt lost and scared of being called a Parisian again

it’s hard to express the depth of my suffering so I’ll just let the facts speak for themselves: this morning a French person (me) stood in a French bakery in France surrounded by French people and pointed at a baguette and said “what is this called”

t-tender 🥺