#//: becomes the campfire

[theorder6]

Babby's 2st post :) modern tech is infuriating, and it was either this or I write a manifesto.

[phoenixcatch7]

The One Fact Pact

I want to see a fic where the chain is rigorously keeping their secrets and stories hidden, but they've all learned to trust one another. Like, it's past time they should probably be sharing things because it's beginning to get annoying, they all agree, but it's sorta become a habit by now? They kept those secrets and now no one really wants to share first?

So, to keep things interesting and get some momentum going, they make a deal.

Whenever they come across something that reminds them of their travels, their quest - be it an item, a familiar name, a location - they've got to share ONE fact or story about it.

But only! When they're in other people's time, because otherwise it'll just be a staged tour and one person infodumping and that's exactly what they're trying to avoid (and it won't be a fun competition they can make bets about).

And then either they go through worlds slowly building trust and understanding of each other through a long drawn out and incidental series of tidbits....

Or they immediately get stuck in wild's hyrule for ages.

Everyone's arguing over who the latest ruin belongs to. Time and wind are getting into an argument about the kokiri. No one can agree on the zonai. Wars is taking immense pleasure in pointing out anything someone else might have missed. Legend is resolutely ignoring eventide. Twilight claims the entire faron woods until they step into the hot and humid jungle for the first time.

Wild thinks he's immune because it's his world so he legally can't answer questions, but everywhere they visit there's a piece of his own story in the rubble or on the wind.

Wild: *happily making tea and checking his slate with the other hand* okay, looks like tomorrow we can reach the breach of demise and to new serenne stable. Just past that- Sky: *choking on his drink* the what?? Wild: the breach? Sky, weakly: Why's it uh, called that? Wild: oh, it's an old story. Apparently eons ago it's where a demon godking came up from underground to the surface world... *suspiciously* Why? Sky: gimme the slate. *squinting at the shape on the map*... I can neither confirm nor deny. Wild:... What do you mean? Sky, remembering the One Fact Pact: I can neither confirm nor deny. What's important is that I killed him. The entire chain, variously: YOU KILLED A DEMON GOD?!!? Sky *recalling the hardest fight of his life*: what, like it's hard?

And then he just refuses to elaborate.

[nasykuching]

Before and after they meet each other

[khihi]

anyone else out there find jure going on a bikers' camping holiday so so attractive or is it just me in this cold and lonely world

[itswilliamleonard]

mint castella commissioned me to make an animated offline screen! it was an honour + turned out so good... here's a wallpaper version for yall >:)

[lunian]

the way I had been making dumb ass flying constructions on things I had in my pocket to go up to top of these flying rings with shrines

yeah, this should be enough

[javierduffy]

drabble about chapter 3 javieran late night discord (campfire) conversations because i love writing the turning point where javier finally lets himself start making moves 💔☹️

“so,” javier gestures with his bottle, the last quarter of it sloshing to get his conversation partner’s attention, “tell me about yourself.”

“oh, i’m…” kieran fiddles with his hands, pries his eyes away from javier’s bottle as the other man takes a swig of it. if he let himself look any longer, they’d end up on his lips. “i’m just me, sir. just kieran duffy. ain’t got much to tell.”

“mh.” javier grunts a reply, and kieran would think that’d be the end of it, if not for the bottle thrust at him to punctuate the response. he thinks javier is just tipsy enough not to be offering essentially backwash on purpose. he hopes it is a kind gesture. he takes it and a swig to boot. rather not be drinking with a man so pretty, but he’d rather not be one to resist one, neither.

“”just” you say. what makes you so little?” javier’s beginning to pop another beer open on his seat. without the light of the moon, the scout campfire now feels like a long, long way from the clemen’s point camp, and he now feels like no one in the world could hear his curiosity. like not a soul in this world around could accuse him of gentility.

kieran, taking the new bottle as an offer to keep the old one, finishes off his drink. shakes his head like it’s bitter. like he isn’t trying to pick apart which taste is the beer and which is javier. “i ‘unno. suppose- no one’s cared so much before. i feel so little, i can’t say i feel right justified in going around and advertising myself. plenty of interesting folk around, and they sure don’t look like me.” javier cocks an eyebrow.

for once since months ago in colter, dark brown eyes meet green, and they stay there. grass plants it’s roots in rich soil, and it feels like home. kieran can see javier’s eyes flicker to his lips, and he convinces himself it meant nothing. uproots himself and looks back at the fire.

javier lets his eyes roam kieran’s profile a bit- his long lashes, his hooked nose, his sunspots- and suddenly he really, really needs another drink. he’s parched. he mirrors the other man’s fixation on the fire with another swig. “can’t say any of us nowadays look too alike. not unless you get the privilege of being born in the city, with money. every man has his story. if you think it is a competition, maybe you should consider yourself lucky that you haven’t lived enough chaos to be “interesting”.”

kieran snorts, “you don’t know the half of it… sir.” he tacks the term messily onto the sentence, hoping it’ll be enough to keep javier from strangling him to death for his tone. instead, he turns to see javier with a wide smile, drooping eyes creasing like a canine with it’s fangs bared. it makes kieran feel cold- like prey who yearns for the warm embrace of his predator’s breath on his neck.

“tell me then. what makes you so interesting and me so ignorant?”

[abugsjournal]

as a barista the urge to write an arthur morgan coffee shop au fic is so strong

[fump-2]

Is this a threat?

what do I do?

[wolrith]

so funny how people haven't commonly made the connection that one of the closest people to the founder of arguably the most violently fascist ideologies the US has ever seen, McCarthyism, tutored Donald Trump personally in politics.

Roy Cohn was right there alongside senator McCarthur in the red scare fanning the flames and faded into obscurity alongside him. Fred Trump chose him to savvy the big Donald up in politics. That whole strategy of adding insults to people's names to make them stick so catchingly like Sleepy Joe and Desanctimonious Ron is a McCarthy token, one that didn't fly for long back in less treasonous times. Making his base fear the 'other side' so much to rile a sense of community and diehard fandom in them is straight up McCarthyism and im willing to bet whatever that when Don wasn't as senile he was extremely well aware of what kinda treasonous bullshit spells he was casting

[cyber-corp]

Absolutely love when a mashup is SO well done that it practically replaces the original songs. This is a special kind of mashup.

[yrlocalghost]

i am posting my braithe playlist here! she is an oc, but i just figured i would share anyways. it is largely darker folk and whatnot.

she was heavily inspired by marika hackman’s we slept at last album, me being very bitter, and an experience in the mountains. and also medieval folklore. i want to talk about her so bad but i never know where to begin

[crosaidi]

real talk: i've started up a pretty heavy gym routine (4x weightlifting days, off days either swimming or cardio) and i'm feeling overall great but am also thoroughly sore and toasted so apologies for slow responses everywhere, i swear i'm not ignoring, i'm just a sizzling pile of mush atm 🤣

[abba-enthusiast]

Feeling gloomy about the semester starting on monday, you know what that means. Watching my own private idaho and crying a little. As a treat

[thebardscipher]

My brain gave me the lovely image of Phoenix!Sausage puffing his wings out in surprise each time he got spooked by the one sparkly flame radius healing thing (look I forgot the name of it, you know what I’m talking about)  So now I’m inflicting the idea of Phoenix!Sausage’s wings ghibli puffing each time he gets startled, on you. Have fun! (Yes, I know Sausage said the wings were made out of fire, and yes I don’t know if all birds try to appear bigger when they get spooked...but like the image in my head was lovely and I figured I’d share even though I don’t play in this circle often. Bye!)

[nutzo0001]

The Curious Disappearance of Creepypasta