#scribbles

[asphodelles]

post work stress doodle that sorta turned into a lighting study? i miss inquisition

bonus:

[tazmiilly]

ouuuuu(sounds of crying)

[extrabonesforreallycheap]

I mean in some instances he fit right in!

Yuweyawata Field Station

[otterward]

requests open? may we have a tiny bit of treebark if you are up to it?

rare is this love

[durzyx]

[doctorho]

i'm writing more viktor x chronically ill reader and -

it started as the reader feels insecure and viktor is so used to fighting against a world that wants to break him that he knows how to help.

and the reader sees viktor as this smart, confident, capable-and-disabled-guy, and it really is and and not but, he's had to fight tooth and nail to be where he is and he holds no illusions about what some people think about him, but now he's at the top, he's the best at what he does, he has one of those brilliant once-in-a-lifetime type of minds and the heart to go with it, the passion that comes from wanting to make things better-

and he's confident! he knows he's good! he knows he's smart! he had to fight twice as hard as the others in the academy just to get in but now he's running the whole show and he's deserved it, gods, he has a right to be there and he's not going to apologize to the people who don't like it, because they're not worth the time of day!

he knows he's good at what he does.

and he wants the reader to value themselves too. even just out of spite if it comes to that, because the world is hard enough for people like them already, other people are mean enough already, and it should be their given right to rise above that and say no, actually, i'm good and i deserve to be here. i deserve good things.

they've both seen enough cruelty already. they don't need more of it from inside their heads.

and he truly does believe that! he does. it feels like a truth running all through his bone marrow.

he knows he's good at what he does.

he knows he's smart.

and it's easy to tell the same things to someone else. because he believes them. he really, truly does.

but there's still that little kid somewhere at the back of his head, that too-little version of him that got left behind, and there's still that innate feeling of being not-quite-right, being weird and not fitting in and - yes, he's accepted it, that was just a thing about him, he was always going to be a little weird, but-

at the core of it is the feeling that he never really felt like people wanted him around. even after he climbed to the top of the business, the top of the stupid social circles, out of the undercity, and stood his ground there, he never really felt like he belonged there. like any of them really wanted him around. jayce was one of the few exceptions, but in the grand scheme of things, one exception didn't shake his beliefs much. jayce was an anomaly in the trend, and not a breakthrough.

so when the reader really does seem to want viktor around?

he doesn’t know what to do with that.

it's easy to tell other people they're worth it, but viktor still can't shake the feeling that it doesn’t apply to him.

except when you want him around for more than just his work? more than just as a solution to a problem? when you seem to want him, with his quiet humor and broken body and all, and then his heart is falling through his ribs as he tries to hold it together, because he didn't think that was possible. not for him. not this. nothing like this, and certainly not with someone that understands.

and suddenly he is a raw nerve, looking for lightning. he has no idea what to do with these feelings, because he's still not sure he trusts them, but he's not about to let the opportunity slide. so he has to push his trembling doubts aside and reach out, for the first time in his life let someone see his heart the way it truly is, soft and shivering and left-behind, because as afraid as he is he's also craving for the connection. even if he doesn’t really believe he deserves it, even if he doesn’t really believe in it, he still has to try. even with shaking hands, he has to try.

it's an off-beat dance on both parts, when neither of you really knows how to trust it. it's careful and tentative and sometimes just holding on to something feels like a lifeline, because neither of you really thought you'd have this. that anyone could want you like this.

and over the years, viktor's pushed his feelings so far aside, that when they snap right back into his chest it leaves him gasping for air. when you touch him he crumbles, all composure gone, and he grips your hand like it's keeping him anchored into his own body, like he might float away into the ether without it. and it's with shuddering breaths and gentle touches that he learns how to trust, slowly, finally, and it is delicate and messy and raw but it's honest, the truth of it warm and solid somewhere close to his chest, and he wants to keep it there. wants it to take root there and grow into his whole being until it surrounds him.

it's easy to tell other people that they're worth it. harder to believe it about yourself, especially when it feels like you're shouting alone into the dark while the whole world seems to quietly disagree.

it gets a lot easier if someone shows you that they think you're worth it, bruised heart and chipped corners and all, and fuck what the rest of the world thinks.

[holyadoptionpapersbatman]

I... I hate all of you...

****

'Father?'

[Odysseus' eyes widen in shock and heartbreak as he reaches his hand out towards his son]

[Odysseus, as time slows down, flashbacks to when Telemachus was born:]

Oh, my son, look how much you've grown

Oh, my boy, the sweetest joy I've known

Many years ago, I held you in my arms

How time has flown...

[Flashbacks to Telemachus' childhood]

Used to say I'd make the storm clouds cry for you

Used to say I'd capture wind and sky for you...

Held you in my arms, prepared to die for you

How time has flown...

[Back to the present]

[Music becomes darker, Odysseus becomes filled with rage]

Now, all I'll do is wander, what your life could have been.

If you didn't have to suffer; your own family to begin?

All I ever wanted was to keep you safe in my arms!

10 long years we've suffered!

I'll slaughter all these monsters!

[Polyphemus dies]

[Odysseus drops to his knees near Telemachus' body, cradling his son's face]

My son, please...

We need to go home...

Imagine a world where the Trojan war didn't happen until decades later

Telemachus is old enough to go fight with his father. He survives Troy.

But instead of Polites being the first to the cyclops it's Telemachus.

[bandtrees]

So the next time you see a raw meat twitching, don't worry, it's safe to eat knowing it's very fresh. 🥩 🎣

[inkprovised]

Just passing time.

I never know what ends up on these little papers when I start scribbling... today, it's this apparently 🤣

[turochamp]

*brrrr* that wind chill is wicked!

[upwards-descent]

[skillissue71]

g

[tazmiilly]

his pen no work

[remitro]

spills these onto the floor and immediately passes out and dies. Siffrin.............

[redfluffz]

This is a scribble from the Insta special.

The scene is after many royal tasks/duties. And Luc is very much done with everything. Also, he hates this outfit. He really does.

[yunisverse]

Loco Motive is a game about leaving your comfort zone (by committing sosososososososo many crimes)