#Skywriter

[comrade-slugcat]

redesigned one of my oldest ittys! I think I've greatly improved sear

[sskyeh]

[hxad-ovxr-hxart]

You Are Not Alone

Summary: Bastogne took a lot out of everyone, thankfully Eugene Roe is an angel among men, and someone of whom you cant help but love

Pairing: Eugene Roe x Nurse!Reader (implied female/feminine character in video, not in writing!)

Warnings: mentions of canon typical violence, Bastogne😢, a few swear words, my poor baby Gene being sad, (let me know if i need to add anything!)

a/n: hi @thicccqueyoongimin! I am your HBO summer exchanger for @hbowardaily's hbowar 2024 summer exchange! I had a lot of fun working on this and I apologize that I wasn't posted sooner but my dog got sprayed by a skunk twice and I'm currently writing this on my phone in the library bc most of my towns Internet is down 😂 you said angst and you said Eugene Roe and I went for it so I hope you like it!! (I also low key listened to High School Lover on repeat writing this tehe)

this is based on the actors in the show Band of Brothers, not the real men who served

Being a nurse in what you could only imagine to be the coldest place in the world was something you had never planned for yourself, yet here you are bloodied and bruised, hands full of dog tags that will never belong to their owners again. And as hard as you tried to scrub the blood from your fingernails and the memories from your mind that twisted their way into your subconscious, a nasty reminder that there is nothing fair about war, you couldn't. Because nothing could ever be fair in war.

Nothing besides Eugene Gilbert Roe, the kindest, fairest, simplest man you had met in this unforgiving, frozen wasteland. Love was not meant for war, but when Eugene was noting short of an angel, it was hard to deny it. As soon as he had arrived, asking for help on the front lines, speaking to Renee, he was gone. Bastogne long forgotten as they continued their push into enemy territory, doing lord knows what to stay alive. But before he had departed after returning due to word of the make shift hospital being blown to pieces, he told you to write him. And so you did. You wrote him as much as time permitted, though his letters became fewer in number until they stopped arriving, your worst fear etched deep into your mind. But in one of your last, you told him your address, in case you ever got to make it back to the United States, you wanted him to know he was welcome to visit.

And then you cried. Your cried when you heard the war was over, you cried when you were relieved of your nursing duties. But you most of all cried during those nights that were too quiet, too peaceful, thinking of Eugene Roe, man's angel. You mourned, regardless if he be dead, for he had seen too much to atwastbnit be fully alive anymore, not really. You mourned his family who would see a different man emerge from the train that takes him to Louisiana, a place he talked of often.

Nearly a year later, you're sitting in your mother's living room, the house seemingly a lot emptier without all of your knickknacks laying about, now cluttering your own place instead. It's nearing sun down when a knock comes at your door, your brother answering, his limp prominent from his war time injury, and in walks a man you thought dead.

Eugene Roe, man's angel, a live reminder that there is still kindness in the world, standing in front of you, hat in hand. "You're here."

Your words, barely above a whisper as he takes three full strides, enclosing you in the arms that had saved so many lives, now holding yours. "I'm here," he confirms. "I'm here."

[menlove]

mclennon having fucked theory including paris came up at work today and I wasn't even the one to start it. the way I whipped around and said Oh Brother Don't Even Get Me Started

[aviatrix-ash]

Airplane said :)

They drew many many :) :) :)s that afternoon x3

[franklyimissparis]

john making the “woman” character in that one short story from skywriting by word of mouth be named amie l’nitrate i.e. amyl nitrate i.e. fucking POPPERS is and always will be insane

[skyler10fic]

Passed Down Like Folk Songs

Summary: Daisy bumps into Carol at a pumpkin patch and they both feel like they know each other from somewhere...

Notes: For @ficwip All Ships Ship Week, prompts "Do I know you?" and memories/dreams. Also for @isolus-girl who is having a rough week+. Love you!

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The local pumpkin patch and apple orchard farm was full of people the weekend before Halloween. It was no surprise then when two single sapphic women bumped into each other by accident.  

“Oh, hey, you dropped this.” Daisy Johnson tapped the shoulder of a blonde in a red flannel and handed her a carabiner of keys. Daisy noted the pink, white, and orange striped cat keychain. 

“Oh! Thanks.” The woman took the keys and hooked them to the belt loop of her jeans. She met Daisy’s eyes and paused. “Do I know you?” 

Daisy almost responded no but something made her look deeper. “You seem familiar too. And you have a Kamala Kat. I have the bi one, the kittens.” 

This earned a bright smile. “Aw, that one is adorable. Yeah, Kamala is a family friend. Do you know her too?” 

“No, just through mutual friends. I swear I know you from somewhere, though.” Daisy laughed at how odd the feeling was.

“I’m Carol Danvers.” The woman extended a hand and Daisy shook it. She noted no one had stopped to wait as Carol spoke with her.

“Daisy Johnson. I was just about to meet up with some friends at the cider sampling. Would you want to come too and we can figure out how we know each other?”  

A little girl, dragging her mother, called back to Carol, “We’re going to the petting zoo!”

“Okay, I’ll see you later!” Carol called in reply. “You know what, Daisy Johnson? I’m suddenly available. Why not.” 

Daisy introduced Carol to Jemma and Fitz, her cider sampling friends who were saving a wood picnic table for them all. 

When they had their tasting glasses in front of them, Daisy explained, “When I moved here in middle school, Jemma and Fitz were the only other new kids that year, so we hung out a lot, even though we were all from different places.” 

Carol sipped on her cider, enjoying the stories. “I can guess England and Scotland, but where did you move from?”  

“The LA area, which felt just as far away at that age.” 

“Wow, I am from LA! Well, not really. Pasadena.” 

Daisy squinted as she asked, “Wait. Did you go to Margaret Carter Elementary?” 

Carol slammed down her glass in excitement that Fitz’s Scottish kin would have been proud of. “Oh my god. It’s you! You’re the girl.” 

Daisy giggled. “I can’t believe I forgot your name. I can’t believe you forgot MY name!” 

Carol simply stared at Daisy in awed surprise. “How on earth am I sitting at a table thousands of miles away with my first kiss?” 

Jemma and Fitz gasped, and Carol and Daisy realized they had been following this exchange with rapt attention. 

“Yep,” Daisy confirmed. “That’s me. After school out by the science garden. My mom was out of town for work and my dad was late to pick me up.” 

“And my parents had no idea where I was after school and didn’t care as long as I was home for dinner.” 

Daisy leaned in flirtatiously. “So the lesbian cat keychain… Our experiment worked? Still kissing girls?” 

Carol shrugged. “You were very persuasive. And you said you have the bi one?” 

Daisy held up her bag with the keys clipped to the side, showing a kitten with blue, purple, and pink yarn balls. “Girls are definitely at the top of my preferences list, but I haven’t had anyone to 'practice' with lately. Is that woman you were with, who had the little girl, your…?

Carol followed Daisy’s glance to where Maria and Monica were walking their way and finished the sentence: “Friend, housemate, sister. By choice, obviously.” 

She laughed in acknowledgment that biological sisterhood was genetically unlikely. They might be opposites on the melanin color wheel, but they were family in all the ways that mattered. 

“Maria, Monica, I want to introduce you to my friends!” Carol called them over. A waiter brought by another cider sampler for Maria and some apple juice for Monica. 

When Carol explained how she knew Daisy and their history, Monica squealed. “It’s so romantic. Are you her girlfriend?” 

Daisy smiled as Carol apologized. She jumped in, “Well, we could always try a date first.” 

Carol unlocked her phone and slid it over to Daisy with the texting app open to a blank message. “If you text me from my phone, I’ll have your number and you’ll have mine, and we can plan something.” 

Jemma grew serious. “I hope you mean it. I’ve trying to get her back out there for ages.” 

“I tried,” Daisy protested weakly. “I just wasn’t interested in anyone from the apps. Those things are terrible.” 

Carol laughed in understanding. “And here you were all this time I was swiping through photos of couples looking for a third or married women looking to experiment without their husbands knowing.” 

“Here I am,” Daisy confirmed. It felt like more than that. She hadn’t simply kissed Carol as a preteen. She may not have remembered her name, but she remembered enough to wonder about her, to dream about her sometimes, to wish her well wherever she was in the world. 

Little did Daisy know, Carol had done the same. And with the power of a perfect autumn day, they found each other again.

[butterfilledpockets]

I am a butter of my word

NAME THIS FUCKER!

(it is too fucking late for me to make this digital so here is sketch design-)

I will gather up all the names and make one giant ass poll

(though if you all get too silly during the poll I will have to put you in the corner and pull a name outta my ass)

you can be as silly as you like with submissions though I love a good giggle

submit via asks, replies, reblogs- hell skywrite it if you want

[dovetailjoints]

[tacoma-narrows]

4 Year Shepiversary!!

Today, March 24th 2024, marks four years since I first made Shep!!

In that time, he really has evolved so much both as a character in his own right and as my main sona. It’s kind of ridiculous for me to look back at some of the first pieces I made of him and see how far both he and I have come since then <33

More ramblies abt what/how much he means to me below the cut :]

Shep was my first ever furry character and that was a big milestone for me, especially looking back on it now lol. I remember being nervous about taking that first step into having an anthro character because I had been in a lot of online spaces that had really negative views of the furry community (I would not wish being on iFunny upon anyone). Plus just branching away from WoF at the time, which my online presence had basically been built upon up to that point, also felt daunting.

But opening myself up to the furry community is something I’m so glad that I did and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Without taking that first step with making Shep, who knows, I might’ve never made things like Let’s Get Back! or gotten/made characters I so adore like PB, Starburst or Luau. I've met so many amazing people through this community and that's something I am so incredibly grateful for.

And then of course, Shep himself has really helped me in ways that no other OC of mine has. Given how I made him in March of 2020, that was right before the hardest stretch of my life so far, from early/mid 2020 through 2021. Having Shep as a way to express myself and channel the things I was feeling into a character really did help so much. I know I said this in my Shep post last year but it bears repeating, it really does feel like Shep and I have grown up together in the last four years. I don’t know how else to put it.

But 4 years and 232 toyhouse gallery images later, he’s still here with me. Despite everything, he's still me <33

[saphstories]

Team Sonic Headshot Sketches

I'm really happy with how Tails and Amy came out. Especially Tails, my baby! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 (Fixed his right ear idk HOW MANY TIMES BEFORE I SAID HECK WITH IT 🤣🤣🤣) First character Sketches I've ever done, not too shabby, I hope?

[sskyeh]

Does anyone have that one advice column answer where the person wrote in asking if they should go to medical school but was worried bc it would take 7(?) years (can’t remember exact number) and the person replied with something like “and how old will you be in 7 years if you don’t get your degree?”

[hxad-ovxr-hxart]

Hiya Sky! 24 for the November prompts with the ocs or characters of your choice -- but only if you want to, of course 😌💕

;skjf;laskjda;dfj DOVE I LOVE YOU

24. floral wallpaper (reference wallpaper) from this prompt list SPOILERS FOR I'LL BE SEEING YOU BELOW THE CUT PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK TEHE (not major but like kind of major idk??) also yes i made a mood board for this leave me alone i love them

Warnings: language, mention of Bastogne (sob)

A sigh escapes my lips as I glance over my shoulder at Ellie who is hunched over the small dining room table, chair half scooted out and foot tapping incessantly. "You should speak to him, honey."

I can feel the eye roll from a mile away despite my back being turned as I watch the tea kettle perched on the stove begin to steam. The sound of a truck door slamming creates a smile that's hard to wipe from my face, my hand making it's way to Elli's shoulder as I pass her, my intended destination the living room. "Just...think about it, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. You sound like Angie, always reminding me to just talk to him, as if it's that simple," Ellie retorts, sitting up in her chair a bit to look toward the front door.

The screen door creaks open as I round the corner, the thud of work boots cluing me in to just who was walking through my front door. "Hiya, Bill," Ellie greets, her wave to him far too enthusiastic as she sits, staring with an annoyed look on her face at the wood floors beneath her.

Bill's calloused fingers wrap around my wrist, tugging me toward him, planting a kiss to my cheek bone. "What's she mopin' about?"

I roll my eye lightly, kissing his cheek back as I wipe the smudge of god knows what off of his nose. "Oh I think you know."

Bill hums in understanding, knowing exactly the topic of conversation. "The ladies have a point, you shoul' just talk to him."

The loud groan of annoyance that echoes through the house is more than enough to pull a laugh from Bill and I as he steps around me, his leg dragging behind him a bit from his injury back in Bastogne. I watch his retreating figure with a small, smug smile, drawing a confused, raised eyebrow from the blonde sitting at the table.

"What's wi-Jean what the hell did you do?"

Ellie perks up at the question, her gaze flickering from me to Bill, then back to me, before darting up from her chair and toward the hallway where his voice originated. I follow soon after as I hear a quiet "wow" from Ellie.

I peek my head into what Bill and I had deemed 'the reading room' since neither of us planned on having kids together anytime soon, which also happens to be where the closet for his work things resides. On the interior, where once cream colored walls existed, now lives a beautiful coral pink wallpaper with small blue and white flowers dancing across, adorning the walls from the floor to the height of the window sill in which trim cuts it off from the rest.

I set a hand on Bill's shoulder, smiling at him as I squeeze between him and Ellie. "I got bored and I remembered I stole this beautiful wallpaper back in Europe. Why I did is beyond me but I thought it was pretty...this is what happens when you don't let me go visit my friends."

"I do too-"

"Do not. Why do you think this sad little poor excuse of a woman is moping in the hallway?" I tease. "Besides, my momma is convinced we're havin' a girl when the time comes. I don't doubt my momma and you better not either, Will'am."

[menlove]

the people voting john as the most heterosexual beatle must be non-beatles fans who only know john lennon as "that problematic shithead beatle who probably ate babies and killed puppies or something" and equate being evil to being straight so they say ah yes. john lennon Must have been a cisgender heterosexual. Click.

[nine-months-older]

Some of John’s self-portraits from Skywriting by Word of Mouth

[dreamoftheblueveil]

name a more iconic duo than an autistic person and their first d&d campaign