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[wren-kitchens]

midnight ramblings

I was looking through my wips and found this so here you go lmao

it’s set (obviously) in s8, scarian, if you can think of any tws I need to put please tell me!

“I think we might die.”

grian and scar are perched precariously on the roof of the swaggon, occasionally having to pull the other back onto the flatter part of the slippery copper. the moon is big—hardly a fraction of what it’ll soon be—but big, and the blocks are flying too high for comfort, and grian hasn’t slept for weeks, and the world is in disarray.

scar had come to grian’s house a few hours prior, babbling about something to do with bdubs and the moon’s child and sacrifices that grian just couldn’t make out. but scar looked upset and scared, and grian knew that why he was feeling that couldn’t be helped or changed. 

so, because there was nowhere else really to go, grian brought scar up to the roof and tried to distract him. and it’s worked, they’re distracting each other (because scar of course noticed how equally terrified grian is of all this) very well. but grian is far to tired to filter himself properly, and to be fair it doesn’t seem like they have a lot of time left. so he says it.

scar scoffs a little. “you think, huh?”

grian is laying on his front, staring at midnight alley. “i’m fairly certain.”

“gee, what gave you that idea?” scar asks sarcastically. grian’s noticed that in situations where scar is scared, he typically reverts to sarcasm. he reckons it’s a way of deflecting. “couldn’t be the moon hurtling towards us, could it?”

“no, it’s the fact that we’re on a slippery roof.” grian says. “of course it’s the moon, scar.”

scar is quiet for a moment, and his voice is heartachingly small when he speaks. “why do you think this is happening, g?”

grian sighs. he wishes he could hold scar close and tell him it’s okay, that he can fix it. “I don’t know.” he admits. “I wish I did.”

“mumbo doesn’t.” scar says. “that much is clear.”

grian chuckles. “yeah. I should sleep at some point, whatever he’s doing isn’t working.”

“it’s a good phantom farm at least.” scar says. “i’ll give him that.”

“and the redstone on the statues is cool. or was, when it worked.” grian grins.

“yeah.” scar laughs along. 

grian looks at him. his eyes crinkle in the corners as he smiles. under them are dark smudges, not nearly as big as grian’s but still promenant. his hair is starting to grow shaggy, his suit jacket a little unkempt, skin stained with dirt and oxidised rust from the copper. 

he is, despite it all, beautiful. 

under the silvery light of the bulbous moon, scar looks ethereal. the way it floods his features akin to water over a marble statue makes grian’s heart swell. if grian were to die right now, with this image as the last thing he sees, he wouldn’t mind.

scar turns to him and grins. “taking in the view or about to fall asleep?”

“neither.” grian says easily. “debating whether or not to push you down the roof.” 

“hey!” scar pouts and grian bursts out laughing.

“okay, okay, you’re very handsome and i’m sorry for wanting to push you.” grian smiles. 

“too right I am.” scar says. “you’re very handsome too.” he adds, a softer note to his voice.

“why, thank you.” grian preens.

scar smiles at him, gaze lingering. grian watches as his eyes flicker up and down, from his eyes to his lips and back again. grian finds himself wanting to push his body into scar’s, be held by him until the end of time, scar’s hand in his hair and lips against his forehead.

grian sits up. “come over here, for a moment?”

scar’s eyes narrow with suspicion, but must notice the shy tone in grian’s voice as he nods, and shuffles up the roof to grian. grian immediately climbs into his arms.

“you’re like jellie.” scar chuckles, jokily petting his hair. “what’s up?”

“too tired to figure that out.” grian decides, face buried in scar’s suit jacket. “I wanted to hug you. you’re a very huggable person.”

“I get that a lot.” scar says, like he’s surprised. 

“anyone ever tell you you’re a very kissable person either?” grian smiles to himself.

“I- well, as a joke, I suppose.” scar says, starting to stumble over his words in the endearing way he does when he’s embarrassed. “why?”

grian pulls back and plants a kiss on scar’s nose. “‘cause you are.” he kisses his cheeks, grinning. 

he knows if he wasn’t sleep deprived to the point of it being a medical emergency, he would no way have the confidence to do this. but he mentally thanks mumbo for making this weird cult thing, because it’s lead to the rare treat of seeing scar flustered.

scar’s face fills with colour, and his eyes widen. if grian looks carefully, he can see that scar’s pupils are a little wider than normal.

“oh- oh, g, you’re. you’re very kind.” scar stammers. “I, um. thank you.”

grian’s face must visibly light up, because scar quickly adds, “whatever you’re thinking, mister, don’t do it.”

“scar,” grian says. “would you object to me kissing you.” 

grian doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone more flustered than scar is right now. 

“I- well, I mean-“ scar is looking around frantically, avoiding grian’s gaze. “that, um. that’s an interesting question, i’m not-“

“scar, yes or no.” grian is starting to doubt his judgement. what if he was wrong, and scar doesn’t love him back, and he’s just ruined their friendship, and-

grian’s internal litany of impending doom is cut off when scar says,

“i- I don’t think i, ah. would object to that.”

grian blinks. “really?” he asks, poorly hiding his excitement.

“well, I mean,” scar turns and finally looks at grian. his expression is heartachingly shy. “you’re a pretty kissable person too.”

grian inhales. “oh.” 

“sorry, um. to clarify, do- do you love me?” scar asks, blushing at himself. “‘cause I don’t want to assume or anything.” he adds quickly. “not that it’s bad if you don’t- it’s okay if you don’t, obviously. I wouldn’t wanna pressure you into saying something you don’t believe or-“

grian presses a quick kiss to scar’s lips. when he pulls away, he grins shyly.

scar stares at him for a moment. “is- is that a hint for me to stop talking?” he asks.

“yes, because I can’t get a word in edgeways.” grian tells him. “how else am I supposed to say yes?”

“oh.” scar’s voice is ever so soft, and he’s looking at grian like he’s only the person alive, and it’s all too much for his sleep deprived brain but he’s so happy.

“if we die,” grian says. “will I be able to go out, calling you my boyfriend?”

“only if I can call you mine.” scar smiles, like he’s surprised at just how well this night is going. 

“then i’d say we have a deal.” grian says, burying himself in scar’s embrace again. 

“g.” scar says gently. 

“mhm?”

“we should sleep.”

grian reluctantly looks up. “I think you’re right.”

“I don’t think we should sleep here.” scar says. 

“scar,”

“yeah?”

“i’m too tired to move.” grian says.

“you nightmare.” scar says, so fond it almost breaks grian’s heart. “alrighty mr birdie, let’s get you to bed.”

scar opens his elytra, before scooping grian up in his arms. 

“i’m only sleeping if you stay with me.” grian says, eyes already drooping shut.

“i’m not leaving you, g.” scar assures him.

“i’m going nowhere.”

[chiptrillino-art]

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sooo... @ranilla-bean wrote a fic The Iconoclast beta read by @faux-fires but before rana and i got to talk lots about sout eats asian clothing and khmer cuture and... i stat down... drew the first one... and the other two. enojoy?

[starving-mimi]

HUGE DOODLE DUMP

part 2 because i don't know what to post exactly

( this one was made for a buddy)

we don't talk about these test

[yea-baiyi]

the key to understanding hua cheng’s appearance and how he occupies space is that he’s a transmasc goth who’s committed to red and silver as his aesthetic. ok. the layered hair the outfits the boots the chains. he doesn’t shave off his eyebrows and redraw them only because he is a shapeshifter and so his eyebrows grow the way he wants.

[cycas]

The etymology of the word 'Fuck' on Etymonline is a wild ride, and I highly recommend it.

One highlight: Flying fuck originally meant "sex had on horseback" and is first attested c. 1800 in broadside ballad "New Feats of Horsemanship."

[klmmcqueen]

so anyway i turn 32 next month

[keef-a-corn]

When I forget she’s actually one of my mains and make her a power crazed goddess that kill her friend over a pocket watch

And then I redesign her father

[milkweedman]

Ok I changed my mind, these are my babies now.

Ok I will be the first to admit that sleep deprivation makes me hysterical, and all these guys needed was a good wash and dry. And I really ought to iron them as well, although I doubt I will. In my defense tho, I haven't woven with cotton in a while, and I forgot that warp-faced lifeless garbage washes into very sturdy and neat little things.

I mean, look at that--I havent washed the very first towel yet because I didnt hemstitch it, and the difference between it and a washed one is pretty stark.

Only thing is they did, predictably, shrink a lot. The two square ones I was hoping could be dish mats are much more napkin sized now, and I have once again produced. Small hand towels. Should have cut out one of the squares and added that extra length to everything else. I am still really happy with them though. Especially the hemstitching. I wasn't all that comfortable hemstitching before this--usually I did either rolled hems or fellstitching or else tassels--the last hem only took 2 and half minutes, and it's 190 ish ends. So it's way faster than I thought it would be ! Plus, my mom inherited a bunch of (much finer) handwoven Italian textiles from her dad, and they all had a very short fringe almost like this. Just with like 1/10th the epi xD.

...I really want a finer dent reed.

Anyway. Now I just gotta put my fuckin loom back together, and then the big blanket project that I've been putting off for months.

[lenteur]

hyuna saying she knows what people think about her current relationship (with that man) yet decided to ignore all the criticism to focus on her own happiness has got to be one of the most tone-deaf things i've ever heard in my entire life. like what do you mean you're choosing to ignore actual proven criticism just because you're in love? what about the many victims whose intimacy was vi*lated? what about the many victims who suffered/are suffering and will suffer psychological damages because a bunch of wealthy and so called "VIP" people decided to have "a little fun"? what about the many victims who felt so defenseless they wished at least one person would speak out and stand up for them? what about the many victims who feel ashamed because they were ab*sed (when the ab*sers should be the ones to feel ashamed)? what about the many victims whose lives have changed because of your man's friends? what about the many victims who now have a hard time trusting others? what about the many victims who might not have the means to get proper help/treatment? what about the many victims hyuna? have you ever thought about them even for a second?

[triglycercule]

This is a question related to the mtt hobbies answer that you wrote, the murder trio go around the multiverse and live in a place together, then what happend to horrortale au and horrortale papyrus? If the murder trio got to meet horrortale papyrus how would it go? (The meeting propably wouldnt end well with more canon mtt haha)

aaaaa i dont think it through to be honest when i talk about that concept. they just do. maybe horrortale's issues are already solved and aliza's already gone through horrortale and somehow fixed the hellhole (ALIZA MY GOAT PLEASE SAVE HORRORTALE I DON'T CARE IF IT TAKES 10 YEARS‼️‼️‼️) by the time that horror somehow meets dust and killer (since i dont see a feasible way that horrortale could be fixed outside of aliza or outside intervention.) or maybe he just visits from time to time. and by time to time i mean probably quarterly weekly. idk sorry i cant be bothered to think about it,,, they just do. anyways bad answer i KNOW I KNOW put the tomatoes down pls PLS

if the mtt met horror paps? horror would obviously do his little bantering thing with paps (he's probably revealing every single one of horror's embarrassing moments to them as they speak and horror's desperately trying to get him to shut up because he can tell. dust and killer are piiiiiiissed.) dust is probably like eerily calm during the whole thing. he manages to hold up a conversation pretty well with horror paps and gets along with him good enough without mentioning that theres a ghost version of him screaming asking why dust is ignoring phantom paps. meanwhile killer is mostly silent during it too probably only responding when he's spoken too. i mean like killer already doesn't like being around papyruses (papyri? papyri is so shitty i dont like it we will be saying papyruses) and then seeing horror's papyrus??? what the FUCK happened to horror paps??? sunken in eyes and cracks in his bones and those jagged teeth AND THEN THE FUCKING CROOKED SPAGHETTI????

needless to say once horror paps is gone all of them get into a biiiiig fight. dust drops the cool act because he's not gonna lose his cool around a papyrus but also he's absolutely fuming. he can tell that the changes that phantom papyrus has gone through have something to do with horror with the way that he's acting. killer is also incredibly irritated too (surpringly. being around papyruses just gets him like that) and seeing papyrus like that just gets him upset and angry. like wtf horror did you even TRY with keeping your papyrus safe??? at least killer reset his au and now papyrus is living an unharmed life (with minor concerns about killer's whereabouts but he'll ignore that for now) but horror paps looks so fucked up that there is no WAY that horror tried to prevent him from getting to that point

obviously they fight and many many many many MANY words are said about eachother's characters and the state they left their respective papyruses in. horror knows damn well that horrortale paps's state is because of him but he regretted telling paps to eat humans and neither dust nor killer knew the struggle of living with that guilt and how much he regrets it so they dont get to drag him for not trying hard enough to keep papyrus safe. dust is definitely getting some low blows here and there (but he's getting fucking assisted by phantom paps so he's got some of the deepest hitting insults) and he's definitely getting ganged up on for killing his papyrus and like. not even attempting to leave him alive in someway shape and form aside from the absolute insult that is phantom paps. surprisingly killer is winning this fight because he left his papyrus in a relatively good state. even though he's in a more emotional state than he normally is and would've absolutely OBLITERATED dust and horror in the fight in stage 2 he's actually doing pretty well. probably because hororr and dust dont really have anything to drag him on. they might bring up how something new papyrus is searching for killer but like,,,, is that really that bad compared to how they left their papyruses

[squirrel-gay]

I didn’t listen to any music voluntarily until I was 11/12ish years old.

I listened to music, yes. The music my parents listened to in the car, the music my family would play at parties, bands my sister listened to. Songs that came up in movies, etc.

But I distinctly remember being indifferent(?) idk, it’s not like I hated music. I just preferred the silence (because silence meant I could hear whatever was coming, it helped me be prepared).

And then one day (11/12ish years old) I was just walking at school and something. switched. Suddenly my ears, or my brain, said “oh, we can listen now, don’t you hear it? reaaally hear it” and that was the moment I started listening to music.

That was also the moment I realized I couldn’t possibly listen to ALL the music there is. Because that’s a lot. And I’m the kind of person (now) that plays a song on repeat (I once listened to the same song for three days straight). I like to really sit with the music and let myself hear, and feel and all that stuff.

There’s no point here. I was just listening to some songs (new artists I’ve never heard before, many different styles, but they have soul and I’m here to hear it) and I remembered those days because I was so distraught back then because I thought I had wasted a good decade not really listening, y’know.

I don’t blame myself for that anymore. I appreciate the time I have now, and I like to hear some music while I’m at it.

[indestinatus]

I feel a change in your behaviour(we weren't super close before either so maybe I'm seeing things) towards me but I'm too coward to ask you about it and I suspect it's related to some people soo

I'm sorry I wanted to tell you this but not too openly

hey, anon!

I tried to think about who you are but I can't place it so 🤷🏻‍♀️ maybe that's a good thing?

If you're talking about the tiva fandom fights over on twitter, people who know me long time know I won't support content stealing or random rudeness inside such a small fandom. I'm also a person who flees from fighting so it isn't something I'm interested in anyway.

I know I'm not currently active in here like I was before but that's because of life™ and I don't really have the time to post new content. BUT I've made real friends here over the years and most of them know how much I still love tony and ziva.

don't know who you are or even if you're in the tiva fandom but if so and you want to talk just send me a message :)

[rainc0at]

I LOVE THIS FUCKIJG FILM SO MUCH EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS PERFECT

[chiptrillino]

Re: God of War. I was SHOCKED when Atreus strolled in with a full DEER over his shoulder. My mom always joked that she needed to put me in the "shrink machine" because I was growing too quickly for her liking. So I see Atreus All Grown Up and my brain is like "Get thee to the Shrink Machine!" And when they see Brok again, I felt so validated!

Yeah… my brain refuses to admit that it was a full-sized deer. it was maybe just a small one… Atreus can't grow!!! he is our boy!

hahaha, I see your mom's point!

but I guess we have just to accept that Atreus is becoming a man -sniffs in proud-

[maybewren]

It's so fascinating how small habits can be developed from one easily forgotten interaction.

[i-likegamesbut-cant-playthem]

uis creators thought it would be funny to make her look like a little girl. she fucking hates it.