#Seriously at a loss of words

[bluetenderness]

blue - the color of your soul

for some an ocean to drown in, for others

more than a comfort,

since your depth is only meant for those

who can do justice to the amount of your

tenderness - a pearl hidden under waves,

protected from the cruelty of this world,

for you only deserve what's filled with beauty

oh wow. Ruhli... 😭💙 This is my new favorite thing in the world. Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you for sending this! 🥹🥹🥹 I kept reading this over and over since you sent this trying to find the right words to let you know how much I love this and how much it means to me and how kind and sweet you are. This touched me in such a tender way on a very deep level. Ugh thank you so much. 🥹💙 you read my heart better than I do and this is just another proof of that - and of how perfect and exquisite of a writer you are. Thank you from the bottom of my heart seriously, I can't express how much I love this, I will cherish this forever. 😭 You're one of the sweetest and warmest souls I know appreciate you so much 🥹💙

write me a poem in my inbox 💌

[2aceofspades]

TW: Blood/Injury, Implied Death

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With you

Lil one-shot I guess...??

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After the dust cleared, it was dead silent. The air was thick with moisture from the dark clouds looming above them all. Someone, probably Raphael, yelled out something Two didn't quite process, his ears still ringing as his vision slowly cleared.

A faint blue glow flickered in the near distance, not too far from where Two was slumped on the ground. More muffled shouts rang out as Two attempted to collect himself, staggering to his feet and trudging over to the source of-

No.

Just the image alone was enough to bring Two collapsing back to his knees. Stupid, he thought.

"H-hey..." One's weak voice just barely got through to Two, snapping him right out of his thoughts.

He stared down at the dimming blue glow, watching it flicker and fade in and out. How the hell are you still here, breathing?

His thoughts became flooded in his head, even more so as he felt his arms cradle his brother's near-lifeless body.

"Did we win?"

Two felt his jaw clench at One's question, feeling frighteningly close to grinding his teeth until they were flat.

Did we win?

The question echoed in Two’s head, as if that would better help him process this moment. In any other instance, he would have deflected and scoffed at such an empty, meaningless question. Did it matter? he thought as he titled his head up, looking around briefly at the wasteland that surrounded them. It was over, that much was apparent.

"Yes,” he huffed, looking down at his brother in his arms as he continued, “Now, shut it and save your strength. Your heart-"

"I know," One croaked out in between a few sputtering breaths, interrupting Two in more ways than one. Two tried to ignore the cast-off of blood coming from his brother's mouth, despising the sickening feeling settling in his stomach as it hit his chin. One smiled weakly up at his brother, his eyes dull and unfocused.

How dare you, Two thought to himself.

His eyes flickered from One's exposed heart, bleeding out and hardly beating, and back to his brother’s face. His brother looked beaten, bloody...broken. It wasn't a look he saw from him often, if at all. It was that damn smile that he watched waver as One's heart beat softer and softer. What cruel irony, Two couldn't help but think, a metaphorical expression brought to life by his stupid, thoughtless, idiotic brother.

Two could still fix this. Even as he held his brother tighter against his own plastron and felt his shirt get soaked by the horrid mix of blood and empyrean; he thought to himself how he'd be the one to fix this.

There was no other choice left.

“Good…” One let out the softest of chuckles, “…we…we can s-start over.”

Something in Two’s own chest faltered, even just briefly. It was enough to shut out the feeling of One’s pathetic coughs and wheezes against him. He watched how One's eyes dulled further, his gaze wandering away from Two's face.

Starting over? That wasn’t ever an option, not one that Two had ever weighed in his mind. He wasn’t sure if that was even an option now. After everything he had done, everything he sacrificed, worked for…his brother still wanted to burn it, bury everything down and out of Two’s reach. One wanted this win, he wanted the impossible.

“Impossible…” Two muttered under his breath.

He heard yet another faint chuckle. And then the dense silence that followed.

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~bonus doodles~

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[piningintrovert]

if my partner's response to me telling them that i experience severe bouts of depression is to send me a link to a new mobile game i would never share my feelings with anyone ever again

[wrensbrainrot]

My order from the @turtlestogetherzine arrived the other day! I'm gonna overshare for a bit here, so heads-up. This is the first fanzine I've received since my room flooded almost two years ago and ruined a huge chunk of my book collection, including all of my irreplaceable fanzines. When I went to my mailbox and saw this package, I was immediately sucker punched with excitement and relief and other emotions that I can't explain. These feelings only amplified as I actually opened the package up and saw everything inside for the first time, I'm still trying to process it all. Thank you to everyone who worked on this project, you all did a wonderful job and I am so grateful to each and every one of you!

[linolinoing]

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[circuit3301]

holy shit

[hyp-fixator]

HUHH???

Oh my.. oh my god....

WAAAAAUGHHHHH

[duahauuoplanh]

everytime she loses herself to the love she swore she wouldn't.

[oldestenemy]

Hey! Just wanted to say I’ve recently read your ‘Forever Onward, Scion,’ series, and absolutely loved it.

I’ve been playing Wizard101 since I was ten years old, and your series perfectly encapsulates the reason I still find myself pulled toward the game, despite the repetitive combat. My aching love for the young wizard, the complicated characters that are the Drake brothers and Morganthe, the way the game’s atmosphere shifts as the wizard travels through more and more worlds of the spiral; your series has it all.

I’m a dedicated Death wizard (both because my terrible gaming skills depend on life-steal to survive, and) because I love the complexity of the wizard’s relationship with ghosts and spirits throughout the game, the lore that I made for the death spells that have you harm yourself for heals/buffs, and the added conflict of being a representative of a magic practically rejected and by Ambrose himself. But your series gives me a whole new view on Myth students and their beauty, and makes me cherish Professor Cyrus Drake even more than I already do.

I’ve bookmarked your series, and am going to be rereading it in the very near future. I genuinely felt so emotional, so glad that someone understood the young wizard in the way that you do, that I cannot wait to experience it again. Feel no pressure to work on updates or responses! I just wanted to let you know that your series means the world to me, and I hope you’re aware of just how amazing and beautiful your writing is to us readers :,)

Hey anon, I adore you, I am having a hell of a time right now and you just made my night, my weekend, and possibly my whole gods damned august.

I'm so so glad you love the scion series and that it has resonated with you so much. Wiz has been my comfort game for a very long time, I started it when I was eleven and while there have been patches here and there where I haven't played (hello three solid years I was in celestia) it's always something I come back to. Diving into it again once I was an adult (both before and after the FTUE update so I got a refresher on the original starter quests) really made me appreciate the things the young wizard is thrown into with little guidance or help.

I have such a deep fondness for the arc 1 story, for the Drake family and their struggles, for the way (As a myth wizard by virtue of Assigned Myth At Quiz Book when I was 11, hated that my professor was mean, made a life wizard, felt bad before level 5, went back to myth determined to stick it out and never stopped) that Cyrus has to walk with you the whole way through, watch you get stronger and wonder will it be enough, do i want it to be enough? Because inevitably you're going to kill Malistaire, no matter how hard he tries to end things peacefully, that will always be the outcome. (I have some mild HC-lore surrounding myth wizards as mildly clairvoyant, addressed in fic using the celestial calendar spell, but I always felt like Cyrus especially knew he couldn't stop things, no matter how much he wanted to). Cyrus Drake is so so so important to me, his trying to dissuade you in the beginning, to get you expelled, to get you out of this place where you will inevitably become a murderer by virtue of having no other choice. Having by the end, him thanking you for everything you have done for him, for the peace you've brought his brother, his sister in law, himself. His speech in the graduation quest kills me, as does the one at the end of Darkmoor.

And arc 2, while a little disjointed for me by virtue of having started it at... uh, age 18 or so, and not finishing it until literally this spring (and now I'm 26, so, it's been a minute!) hit so hard and so satisfyingly at the end that it just spurred all my ideas even further. The way Morganthe is such a product of her surroundings and the way nobody seemed to actually pay her the care she needed in order to flourish, the way that turned deadly so fast. While I know young morganthe's memories were tainted by her own emotions I cannot help but resent Ambrose all the more for them. His presence in arc 2 is that of someone sending a child off to fight a war with nothing more than a force ghost council of advice and a prophecy that might not even be true. The things the Wizard is forced to do especially once we get to Khrysalis just drive home how deeply they have been affected by what they've been through over the years. Enemies in Khrysalis start to question why you don't just ask for information, why you hit so hard, why you fight tooth and nail before speaking to them, it's because it's all they've been taught how to do. The wizard, as young as they are, is not a peacemaker, is not a diplomat, they are a soldier and a war machine for Ambrose's, and by further extension Raven's ends by this point. It hurts, and while I love a silent protagonist, I want to voice that pain.

I love love love Death YW lore as well, and yes especially as a school so prejudiced against and so pushed back on by Ambrose, not only for his own failings with Morganthe, but for his failure to the students of the Death school after Malistaire's departure. I love the wizard as someone who (in the case of a death student) has to walk this line of realizing they are the next prodigy on the universal chopping block, the next great necromancer half expected to fall off into the pit that is darkness and evil and shadow. I love them rioting against that notion, and of pushing back against Death itself being seen as a cursed school, a dark school, it is essential, just as any of the others.

All this to say, I'm so glad the series has made you feel things, and I'm glad you want to go back and experience them again <3

I'm working my way through the darkmoor chapters in between writing horribly out of order (I got a little too excited once I hit arc 3 proper and now I'm all the way in Empyrea because I haven't stopped to breathe)

Thank you, genuinely this makes me so beyond happy.

-- Stevie/The Wizard Nightshade

[starblaster]

i cannot fucking believe this, the city keeps saying that claims of there being survivors stuck in the building are somehow unsubstantiated. one of them was literally fucking waving for help from a window.

[alienducky]

Ok, so I was quickly looking something up so I could tie up a loose plot thread on my OC's backstory (she's an Eisner, I'm pretending Jeralt had siblings who lived normal lives, and I wanted to work out how many times his great/removed niece she would be), and I just

No shade intended to the wiki writer, but 300 plus years is now referred to as several, huh?

(I'm super grateful to the wiki btw. I was not looking forward to trying to find the one throw away line where he off handedly mentions a war between Faerghus and someone he fought in and then trying to work out years from that and the other off hand/scattered info you find lying around the monastery)

[wasjustred]

on easy does it on ao3 ————— are you KIDDING MEEEEEEEEE 😭😭 i did not expect this piece to resonate as much as it did with people oh my god. “zenith of my sexual awakening” that’s going on the back of a book cover WHAT 😭🥺

[noes-pillow]

If the person who I just matched with on tinder WHO HAS ALSO seen VNC sees this im gonna need you to say something now before I make a fool out of myself...

[certifiedtrashmouth]

i wish i could tell 12 year old me that yes, we’re still writing more than 10 years later, and yes, people actually do like our writing.

[b0bthebuilder35]

[justanapparatus]

"If I loved you less I might be able to talk about it more" - me about Disco Elysium