#jrwi writing

[losingallchill]

made fnc kiss again

major tags: fish and chips , minor hurt/comfort , oneshot , RIPTIDE 109 SPOILERS

word count: 3,914

summary: “gold coin for your thoughts?” gillion asked, the saying feeling stupid in his mouth. maybe oversea sayings should stay with the oversea people.

but it made chip laugh, and turn to face him, mostly question in his gaze. “why’re you here?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“figured out you were up here with queen,” gillion crossed his legs, leaning against the wall of the nest. “waited for them to come down to make sure you were. and here you are!” he smiled.

and chip smiled back, his eyes brightening. or maybe the bandanna was making them bright. gillion wasn’t ever sure when it came to chip.

aka this is my apology for the hurt no comfort please accept it

[eldrigeonsss]

Jay Ferin was always taught that blood was thicker than water. She did not know the full saying.

Chip yearned endlessly for a love that was unobtainable. Always looked in the wrong places. And yet, he reached.

Gillion Tidestrider loved till his blood stained the hands of all who touched him. He always had more to give.

[thepiratefish]

I wrote a small thing for Ichabod and Drey, this was mainly inspired by a few other moots on Discord. So far, they have been called Cattlepunk, and I am obsessed with them, Enjoy <3

Drey fell to the floor clutching his injured shoulder, a scar or two was bleeding from the injury and it hurt like hell. He was also certain it was broken or atleast dislocated.

Jayson stood a few feet away from him and leaned down to pick up something that was glinting from the little light in the area. It was a set of rings one silver and the other bronze, the silver one had a symbol of a horse in it while the other had the Ferins symbol.

"You were married?" Jayson asked, slightly shocked.

"Oh, you didn't know? Well, yeah. Are you pissed because you didn't get an invitation?" Drey turned himself until he was sitting on his knees, droplets of blood dripping between his fingers. Jayson stared down at the pair of rings his face scrunched up in a scowl.

"I didn't know about this. But something iam certain I know is that they'll be better off without a pirate like you" Jayson snarled turning around and walking into the faint light as it slowly dimmed into darkness as Drey pushed himself onto his back.

His body hurt, and he wanted to do nothing but find his way back home and fall into the softness of his mattress to find his way back to Ichabod.

His mind thought back to every seconde and moment he spent with him. The time he tried to train his horse for the first time and got kicked in the back, his first sharpshooter on horseback championship the day of there Marrige. That day, he swore to himself he'd never forget. Drey remembered how it went. the sky was cloudy, and the sun had started to set, giving a soft orange glow over the ranch. Him and Ichabod had both found similar suits except Ichabod had altered his to have more of a cowboy aesthetic meanwhile one of the ranchhands helped Drey give his suit much longer coat tails and the Black Rose pirates skull on the back.

It was a beautiful day, a really beautiful day. The memory spun in Dreys head, and he swore that he'd get out of this damn prison and return to horsesea, to Ichabod.

He thought of that one goal for hours then days, until it eventually became months. Once in awhile Jayson would silently walk in and kick at Drey and sometimes insult him, but that was rarely something that happened, he usually just left Drey alone with his rotting thoughts.

I have to go back, I have to go back,

I have to go back, I have to go back,

Back where? Drey thought. He wasn't sure how long he's been in the Block, a month by now, he thought. His arms were slowly becoming bruised, and he felt like something was missing, yet he couldn't figure out what.

The only thing he could remember was looking at the sky, the orange and pink colored sky.

"Where did I have to go back to again?"

[atomicraft]

new fic !!! queerplatonic caspian and lizzie <3

[skelemira]

Hey guys!! So I made my first foray out of undertale writing (I still will do undertale writing and commissions/requests, but I have a new current hyperfixation lol) and wrote a oneshot for Just Roll With It!!! (For anyone unfamiliar, it's a DND podcast run by Charlie Slimecicle, Grizzlyplays, Condifiction, and Bizly! It is such a good freaking podcast please go listen to it)

I got inspired by a friend to write this particular oneshot, and it's about Edyn Tidestrider flirting with Jay Ferin! It's very fluffy and very VERY gay so have fun and I hope you enjoy!

[wasyago]

i imagine it's quite chilly in the black sea (for the lack of sun and color), so they're wearing slightly warmer clothes now uwu

+ thoughts

[gorefreaklintjrwi]

hey guys i wrote this thing in 1 day

[minecraft-sex-mod]

The bizly character formula is thus: First of all a past that they drag around with them like stones on their feet, a burden that is so impactful on them that it's also an intrinsic part of them, inseparable from who they are. second of all abandonment issues, or familial issues. then you make them at least a bit of an asshole, if not outright morally....questionable. AND you gotta throw in at least a little bit of soul crushing guilt over something or other at some point. generally they are also greasy little pathetic bastards who always end up being at least a little bit queer. I am right.

[honkceasar]

Thinking about riptide 86 again. Shocker to absolutely no one

[here-there-be-drag0ns]

okay no wait actually the moment in 114 where gillion gets downed again standing next to chip and death ward kicks in like imagining that from chips perspective? horrifying

like, consider-

you think your best friend is dead, but then hes alive and fine and youre so relieved you dont even care about the discrepencies,

and then hes not your best friend and oh gods your best friend might actually be dead because you didnt know to look for him,

and then your best friend is there for real this time but he looks awful he looks a foot in the grave he looks like hes going to keel over any second but hes alive and hes still fighting for you,

and then he gets hit and for one awful horrifying soul-wrenching moment you feel him stumble, crumple, grab your shoulder as he goes down and

hes dead hes dead hes dead hes dead-

but he never hits the floor-

theres a pulse, impossibly, of magic and

his hand tightens in your coat and he uses you to support himself as he pushes himself back up and

he is still trying to protect you-

[losingallchill]

gillion vs cutting chip's finger off

major tags: fish n chips , oneshot , fluff word count: 2,090 summary: for some reason, he was nervous. he had battled countless monsters, above sea and below sea. he was a champion, damn it! and yet the thought of having to see chip's mechanical finger, set there by the actions of his own blade in the heat of the moment- made him want to retract his head inside his armour and wither away.

the consequences of his actions... gillion shivered. the scariest opponent of all.

aka gillion feels really fucking bad

[eldrigeonsss]

Me when. When new fic idea. I have so many thoughts.

Me putting the albatrio thru the horrors once more like-

I need to just have a place to throw all my thoughts down and run SKFJSKDNSK

[s0lar-ch3ri]

i thought about this then what i was supposed to. (writing about things)

i commonly drop things and we dont keep the lights on always. i got accustomed slightly to just looking around in the day with the light that comes around through the windows and hope to find things. itd be small things, like my phone or my glasses or some pencils i really wanted to bring to school. it takes me a few seconds, but ive started turning on the lights and it makes things easier. if i drop things under a table, i grab my phones flashlight and i make it as bright as it can go and use that to look. its not how im supposed to look for things, i should be able to see well enough with my glasses, and the flashlight is too bright for reason. however, its helpful and makes it a bit easier.

whenever i need to do something, i dont write a note, but rather tell a friend to remind me. if they forget to, chances are ill remember myself because i expect them to tell me. ive never cared when they forget, because most times i didnt. writing a note would be a lot more simple, and maybe would be easier, its the way im supposed to handle it. however, im more likely to do it if im told by someone else or know i will be told by someone else. its more reasonable for me.

i make the text on websites bigger when they dont let me. i listen to music and podcasts on my headphones in class when i shouldnt. i use my extra days to get answers sometimes for math. im learning sign when nobody else will so i can talk to myself without worry, or just go nonverbal but not noncommunicative. i draw bigger then the papers can normally handle. i use a calculator for simple problems that require more then a basic amount of thought. i reread lines in books when i lose where exactly i am. i use pencils over paper cause i know i wont do things perfectly. theres more i do.

some of these may be normal or conventional ways of handling disability related issues. some i may be seen as less for because of how i handle. its not always how im supposed to. maybe it doesnt have to be what your meant to do to handle. maybe its how it works and its enough.

do what helps you, not what your supposed to do to help yourself. its easier that way.

[emotionaloof]

so i might be obsessed with those two

[natotally]

I am not the ghost— without a soul.

[codgod]

i just thought this part was really sweet :’]

bonus doodles that weren’t enough for their own post under the cut :p

did spoil myself a bit on the marriage thing but i don’t think the wiki even has a description of elena so Oops