#dAY 11

[mochiwei]

Day 11: Music

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[daily-leon]

[final-act]

long day

[danikatze]

[ID in alt text]

I've been itching to colour this since I posted the uncoloured version last year. It's looks so much like a colouring picture :))

Time lapse below the cut:

[poorlydrawntorbek]

Day 11 - That's actually just Gideon's natural reaction to seeing a clown

[streetchicken]

COTLtober Day 11 : Poison

The Leshy x Yellow Cat is the cutest ship ever, but I don't think it works that well with my Leshy considering he grows toxic flora on his body :D They still make it work though <3

Art looks different since a friend mentioned liking my rough draft sketches and I rolled with that-

PS Those flowers are Red Oleander

Day 10 / Day 12

VV Cotl Drawtober prompts by @/stychu-stych

[archiesoniconline]

Sonictober 2024 Day 11! Theme: Space. Their old favorite viewing spot of the planet below, now a place of mourning instead of comfort. Is this paying respects, or simply self-imposed torture? Only that brilliant sunrise knows for sure…

Art by AidenEye

[m1tsm1ts]

Ectoberhaunt day 11: "Dark and stormy night"

This one is actually the piece that got me out of my art block, and for that, I will be forever grateful 🥲

[sbnkalny]

Mr email, e me a mail, make the attachment a pic of a snail

[clover-doodles]

hermit-a-day-may!

[catch up day 5] days 10+11

Stressmonster101 + Pearlescentmoon

[wigglesdtuff]

make me believe i'm not strange at all

[thereweredragonshere]

On the eleventh day of Snoggletog my true love gave to me, eleven Purple Deaths piping

Ten Light Furies a-leaping

Nine Large Shadow Wings dancing

Eight Moldruffles a-milking

Seven Skrills a-swimming

Six Gronckles a-laying

Five Grim Gnashers

Four Cavern Crashers

Three Flightmares

Two Terrible Terrors

And a Prickleboggle in a pear tree

12 days of Snoggletog - day 11

[occasionally-v4v]

day 11 - long bacon

[cjlouwho]

Twelve Christmases

no specific chapter tags

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Day 11: 2024

They didn't work on calls together often. Or, at all, really. But today was an exception. Today, Tommy was on the ground and the fire required help from five different stations. It took hours to get it under control, and then they were getting everything cleaned up. Tommy was pretty sure he could get back to Harbor without ever seeing Buck.

However, as that thought crossed his mind, and because the universe had it out for him, he was suddenly face to face with Buck, who was staring at him with his mouth hanging slightly open.

"H- Hi, To-"

“I started going to therapy,” Tommy blurted.

Buck cocked his head to the side. “Y- You did? When?”

“I made an appointment two days after we,” he paused, took a breath, “after I broke up with you.”

“Oh, that's... that's good, Tommy. I mean, I- I guess that's good. That's good, right?”

Tommy nodded. “Yeah, it's good.”

“Well, then. Good.”

There was a few seconds of awkward silence.

Until.

“I've been wanting to text you since we broke up.” Seemed like it was Buck's turn to blurt something out.

“I've been wanting to text you too.”

“Yeah, the bubbles.”

Tommy's eyebrows furrowed. “The bubbles?”

Buck shook his head. “Nothing. It's... nothing. I just feel like we left a lot of things unsaid. Most things were left unsaid, actually. I'd like to change that. I'd like to try to change that.”

Tommy pursed his lips, trying to maintain his composure. It was getting more difficult by the second though, so he let go. “Buck, I'm a disaster,” he admitted, shoulders slumping. “I mean a huge, giant, massive disaster. There's been- There's so much that I...” his voice trailed off as he tried to find the right words. “It's years, and years, and years of traumas that built up, and I just kinda pushed them away and built a wall between me and all of that so that I could appear to be...”

“Comfortable?” Buck suggested.

Tommy smiled sadly. “Yeah.”

“I get that,” Buck replied. “It wasn't like I was really my best self either. I- I think I never let myself see past your wall. I knew there had to be more there, and I ignored it because you seemed so confident all the time and I kind of, maybe, took advantage of that.”

“No,” Tommy disagreed, stepping closer to Buck. “I never let you see beyond the wall, because the second it tore down I knew that it would just be this huge mess pouring out all over you and you don't deserve that, Buck. You deserve someone who actually has it together.”

“Tommy, what makes you think I have it together? I don't know what I'm doing. I think that's pretty obvious from the last time we spoke. I kinda made a fool out of myself.”

“Buck, it wasn't you,” Tommy tried to explain. “I decided from the start that I'd let you set the pace, and that was my mistake. I didn't realize your pace would feel like warp speed to me, and I would spend every day just trying to catch up. That's not fair to either of us.”

“Well i- it's not your fault that I'm so impulsive that I jumped over at least three steps when I asked you to move in with me and I just expected you to jump too. That wasn't fair either.”

Tommy took a deep breath, smiling slightly. “Sounds like I'm not the only one who's been going to therapy."

Buck laughed, rolling his eyes. “Every Tuesday, 4pm.”

“I'm Thursday's at five.”

Buck opened his mouth to speak when a voice came over the radio. “Leaving in five, Buck,” Bobby said. “Gotta head back.”

“Be there in a minute, Boss,” Buck replied.

He looked back up at Tommy. “I'd really, uh, like to talk to you, Tommy. Wh- When we're not in the middle of a shift. I'd, um, I'd like to get to know you. All of you.”

Tommy felt vulnerable. Exposed in a way he hadn't ever let himself feel before, and he and Buck hadn't even really said much. “I'm still trying to get to know myself."

“That's okay. I realized a few years back that that never really stops. I'd still like to talk. I think we both need that.”

“Yeah,” Tommy agreed. “Yeah, I'd like to get to know you too. All of you.”

“Okay. Good, um, j- just text me, okay? Whenever. I'll... I'll be here.”

“I will,” Tommy assured him, then added with a smirk. “I won't just bubble you.”

Buck smiled. “Ah, so you did know what I was saying?”

“Of course. I saw your bubbles too.”

Then Buck was clearing the rest of the space between them, wrapping his arms around Tommy in a hug. “Merry Christmas, Tommy,” he whispered, face practically buried in Tommy's neck.

Once Tommy's brain caught up to what was happening, he returned the hug, holding Buck tight.

“Merry Christmas, Evan.”

[kairukitsuneo]

11. Island time it was supposed to be a vacation date... Definitely not an enjoyable time for Sentinel 🤭

[mochiwei]

Day 11: Monster