a few months back i collaborated with @mirrormystic and drew a bunch of shiho/ann/ryuji for the crimson compendium p5 fanzine! ♪ 

10 artists paired up with 10 writers for over 260 pages of content for $10, and all proceeds go to charity. here some of my previews, check it out here!

THEY JUST KEEP JUMPING ON THE COUNTER. AND CRAWLING UP HER LEG. THIS IS THE GREATEST PROBLEM YOU COULD EVER HAVE

This is both adorable and stressful to watch. Damn it, kittens, be good! Food’s coming!

OH MY GOD SHE NAMED ONE OF HER CATS OBAMA

I love that kittens are gently placed on the ground… whereas adult cats, because they should know better (and are undoubtedly better at landing on their feet) are just… flung.

~*~ “This is so strange,” Faye murmured into Celica’s ear. The new girl was brooding across the hill, shrouded in an aura of violet flame. “She’s, like… your evil twin, or something.” “Don’t call her ‘evil’,” Celica chided. “She’s just… blunt. Tactless. She’s been through a lot.” Mae raised a dubious eyebrow. “‘She’s not evil, she’s just mean’?” ~*~ In which Celica returns from her misadventure with the Order of Heroes with a… well. “Friend” might be a little much. (Hijinks ensue.) ~*~

~*~ The Faithful have a saying: Mila provides. Duma protects.

In autumn of the year 384 VC, Octavia Rothschild, eldest daughter of King LIma IV and heir to the throne of Zofia, stood with her stepmothers and half-siblings as they laid Lady Liprica to rest.

On that night, Octavia and her brother Arcturus, a novice cleric in Mila’s service, learn a painful lesson: those with plenty simply have more to lose. And those without must fight to hold on to what little they do have.

Heavy is the head that wears a crown, no matter how old- or young- they may be.

And on the night of the fire, Princess Octavia is only sixteen… ~*~ This AU started out two weeks ago on Discord, after an offhanded remark about Desaix dying before he could kill all of Celica’s siblings, and Celica’s big, buff big sis killing Lima and taking the throne. Then we spent a whole night giving them names… and appearances… and personalities… Well. This just goes to show what happens when you ask a Discord server full of writers “what if”. So shout out to the group chat for coming up with this family who’ll kill for each other- because everyone’s trying to kill them. And if you’re just joining us, well, buckle up, because I do believe you’re in for a ride… ~*~

The Crimson Compendium is now available for Pre-order. Those who pre-order will get their zine on July 9th!

~*~ Adrian Chase’s secrets have been laid bare, and his criminal empire is ready to fall. The Order’s war against the Dark Star Syndicate begins in earnest, with the crew of the Sparrow leading the charge. Their target: A weapons manufactory hidden in the blizzards of the wintry planet Whitefall- a facility known only as Site 17.

They’ll discover more than they bargained for in those frozen wastes- about their enemy, and each other… ~*~ We’re back, baby! “Embers” was a bit of breather, but now the crew of Order asset Sparrow is fully back in action. I hope you all enjoy the read! ~*~

~*~ The Sparrow departs Persephone with another case closed and another member for the team, eager to leave her past behind her. The sun never shone on Persephone. But even after breaking through the clouds and finally taking flight, the stars, and their light, still seem so far away.

Life aboard a starship is a daunting prospect- a dozen souls in a fragile metal casket, flying into the vast unknown. In that darkness, there is still light- but there are also daemons, inside and out… ~*~ Previously: Persephone ~*~

~*~ “And so, Saint Genny founded the Dragonflight, joined by friends old and new…”

The poet spoke, the fireplace crackling behind him and casting long shadows up the walls. His audience, the pilgrim and the scholar, hung on his every word. Tonight, they were joined by two others- two more souls seeking the Dread Isle, for whatever purpose, the poet couldn’t fathom: the peddler, and the sailor.

Pilgrim, peddler, scholar, sailor- despite the bustling crowd and the clanking of tankards, all clung to the poet’s voice as if he were the only one in the room.

“Their first mission led them to the woods outside Zofia Castle, to an enemy lurking right on the doorstep,” the poet continued. “The fledgling Rose Crusade was beset by ghosts- without, and within…” ~*~ Alternate titles: “I’m Sorry for What I Said When I Was Drunk on Dark Magic”, or “Found Family’s Only Fun Until Someone Catches Feelings”, or maybe even “Do Y'All Remember That Part at the End of Kingdom Hearts 2 With Sora, Riku, and Mickey” ~*~ Previously: Chapter One - Little Sisters ~*~

If Earth had Saturn’s Rings

From an excellent post by Jason Davis

From Washington, D.C., the rings would only fill a portion of the sky, but appear striking nonetheless. Here, we see them at sunrise.

From Guatemala, only 14 degrees above the equator, the rings would begin to stretch across the horizon. Their reflected light would make the moon much brighter.

From Earth’s equator, Saturn’s rings would be viewed edge-on, appearing as a thin, bright line bisecting the sky.

At the March and September equinoxes, the Sun would be positioned directly over the rings, casting a dramatic shadow at the equator.

At midnight at the Tropic of Capricorn, which sits at 23 degrees south latitude, the Earth casts a shadow over the middle of the rings, while the outer portions remain lit.

via x

I didn’t know I wanted earth to have rings but now I know and am sad

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The AO3 Tag of the Day is: Thanks!

Guys, I’ve found it. The words you can put on my tombstone.

@alexilulu it’s you

~*~ In another time, in another life, the teens of Ram Village (population: 800) don’t have to worry about fighting dragons or the risen dead. The worst things they have to worry about are who’s taking who to prom, how to go a full month without setting the church on fire, how to explain to your parents that you’re a little bit in love with all your friends- and, really, just how to fill the hours of a day, in a sleepy little town where everyone knows your name. ~*~ All I want are these kids to be live, laugh, and love together, without all that pesky “war” getting in the way. So, please enjoy what is technically my first ever high school AU- the Echoes teens spending an overnight lock-in at the Church of Mila getting to know Mila and each other- mostly each other. Shout-out to Echo, Gloria, and Ryan for indulging the headcanons that led to the creation of this ‘verse, and shout-out to Courtney Stevens’ “Dress Codes for Small Towns”, the book to which this AU owes its life. And shout-out to you, too- because if you enjoy this small town, youth ministry modern AU, well, maybe you just might see more of it in the future. Enjoy! ~*~

*wakes up in a cold sweat* a Wario-style negative-version of Bowser who’s ultra cheerful and peppy called Wowser

~*~ [Fire Emblem: Shadows of Valentia] The war is over, but there still isn’t peace. Welcome to a world in the years after Duma’s fall, where monsters still roam the land, and Genny and her friends still have work to be done. Welcome, everyone… to ‘Dragonflight’. ~*~ Welcome, everyone, to “Dragonflight”, an *utterly* self-indulgent postgame SoV fic where the team fights demons, the girls love girls, Priestesses get to wear pants and Genny gets to be happy- even if she doesn’t get enough time to work on that fic she’s itching to write. I hope you all enjoy the read! ^^ All my Echoes fics are loosely connected. This one, though, is tied pretty strongly to Providence, so if you haven’t read that one yet, I’d urge you to give it a look, although it’s by no means mandatory. I’ll be adjusting the tags as spoiler characters get revealed. I hope you’re all buckled in for my take on a post-Echoes Creature Campaign. Enjoy! ~*~

~*~ Kit’s first real mission aboard Order asset Sparrow is like something out of a fairy tale: there’s a banquet, there’s ballroom dancing, there’s a wicked stepfather and an army of minions, and there are two princesses- one, locked in a tower, and the other, the rebel who’ll do anything to see her sister safe. The sun never shines on Persephone. But in the shadows of a city ruled by the mafia, people cling to whatever light they can find- whether it’s a good meal, good company, or a new beginning… ~*~ It’s been almost a month since I first started this doc, but it’s finally here. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you part two of “Among Eagles”, our first real look at Order asset Sparrow on the case after “Taking Flight” set the stage. I hope you all enjoy the read. ^^ ~*~

Man 1500 years ago: Let me sleep with this woman or I will die.

The rabbis:

(Link to tweet here)

@fangirling-in-general-idk @agent-superwholockian

I visited the museum and I heard two bros in the dinosaur exhibit having an earnest discussion about the best way to kill a T-Rex with a sword and what kind of armour should be worn into the battle and they spoke with such passion I really wish the scientific community could have heard them. I’d love to know how palaeontologists would weigh in on The Great Debate.

For instance, was the bro in the weed shorts right? Is it pointless to wear heavy armour when battling a T-Rex? Is it truly better to go into battle naked wielding dual swords? Or was the bro in the backwards cap correct? Should you go for a double-handed sword and iron armour? Will light bouncing off the armour really confuse and blind the beast? Realistically, what protection is armour against a dinosaur? Was Weed Shorts right when he proposed to use his superior agility to slash its tendons and stab the eyes when he brought it down? Or was Backwards Cap right when he said charge and slash open its soft belly?? What is the truth??!??

Hello, palaeontologist-in-training here! Thought I’d have a little think into this because hey, who wants to do coursework on trilobites when you could be considering T. rex instead?

Figures 1 & 2: Theoretical T. rex bite-force model fucking up a mini. Thank you, Bill Oddie and BBC’s The Truth About Killer Dinosaurs.

As far as armour goes, lighter is better, and at the end of the day isn’t going to mean shit anyway. T. rex can’t slash at you with claws, so it’s bite or bust, and if it bites YOU’RE bust. So, lets say a point to Weed Shorts. Why NOT fight a T. rex butt naked with swords.

So, using light to blind and confuse the rex? May potentially work but might be hard and wouldn’t do much for long. Don’t rely on this for strategy.

Figure 3: The gastralia of a T. rex. Bless u Scott Hartman for your skeletal references.

As far as attack goes, the belly is not as weak a spot as it seems. So, point to Weed Shorts on his execution plan. Sounds pretty solid.

Overall, I’d say that Weed Shorts had the best plan to defeat the mighty Tyrannosaurus rex. If you ever see him again, congratulate him on his solid plan of attack.

My favorite thing about paleontologists (and any scientist really, but paleontologists in particular) is that you can ask them COMPLETELY BATSHIT INSANE questions and by God, they will give you a completely Serious answer. Also @assassinahsoka this reminds me of your guy who wanted to eat a t rex.