#skyaches

[whocanretell]

Scanlan giving Pike a lil kees

“So, Scanlan.” Pike paused, attempting to gather her thoughts. It was a rude question burning a hole in her brain, back in the early days when the idea of Vox Machina becoming legends seemed ludicrous and unachievable, and after several pints, she had finally worked up the courage. “You’re the first bard I’ve ever really talked to. Can I ask you a question? It’s not personal, I promise.”

He flashed her a grin. “Pike, you can ask me anything your heart desires.”

“Are you actually any good at what you...” She made a vague hand gesture. 

He raised his eyebrows. “At what I do?”

“I mean, I assume you go for practice, but if you pay for admission, they can’t say you’re bad at it. You have an act and a reputation that’s riding on it. You’ve gotta exaggerate a little--” Pike could feel her face getting redder by the minute.

“Embellish,” he corrected her. “There’s a time and a place for both and if your story is particularly outlandish, it can be a fine line to walk. But we’re not talking about my music, are we?” Scanlan gave her a knowing look and she cringed.

“Pike--” Grog interjected, plopping down on the other side of the table.

“Not now, Grog,” both gnomes went in unison, Pike’s tone distinctively snappish. He looked hurt for a moment, then shrugged and chugged both ales in his hand before disappearing into the crowd again. She asked Sarenrae for forgiveness and begged to open up the earth beneath her and swallow her, but no such luck.

“M’sorry,” she groaned through her hands. “I like your music, Scanlan. I really do! But there wasn’t a good way to say it and I’d never talk about it with Grog--”

“For perfectly understandable reasons.” Scanlan ran a finger along the rim of his glass. “I will say, I do find it hard to believe I’m the first bard you’ve ever talked to. You put everyone at ease and you’re the first person to help and the last to judge when there’s trouble. If we were only a little tipsy, I’d invite you to come here and find out, but I’m a gentleman and I’ve learned not to kiss and tell.” 

Pike frowned at him. “Scanlan, that was the longest maybe I’ve ever heard.”

He gave her a smug shrug, spreading his hands. “Only you can decide if--” He quieted when she rested her hand on his cheek and looked deep into his eyes.

“Prove it,” she murmured, relishing the rare occurrence of catching him off guard. Slightly vulnerable suited him, but he didn’t hesitate. He cradled her head with one hand and kissed her, his other arm wrapped snugly around her waist. Pike dug her fingers into his collar with a soft moan when he deepened it, now almost entirely in his lap. She thought about straddling him when they paused, then squawked as he deposited back onto the bench. “Scanlan, that’s not fair!”

“Me? I’m not fair? You pulled my hair and slipped me tongue in the first minute!” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Trust me, my dear Pike Trickfoot--pulling away from you before we forgot ourselves is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.”

“You caught me off guard with your---your---” She fumbled for words and scowled at him, eventually settling into a pout, her arms crossed. “I want a redo.”

“Well, it’s a poor bard who doesn’t leave his audience wanting more.” He grinned and as much as she wanted to wipe it off his face, Pike didn’t. “Lady’s choice.”

[lovcfools]

👗  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  helps  yours  get  ready  for  a  fancy  event  [ eg.  fixing  their  tie,  zipping  their  dress ]  for the Graceys mu beloveds

breath still hitches at the feeling of his fingers against her smooth skin. would she ever get used to it again? spent so long dying to feel the solidity of his warmth. edward gracey — how sweet a man. emily never minded having to watch him sleep, slipping in beside him even though he’d never see her. he stayed faithful to her, he sought her out and now his fingers pulled at the laces of her dress.   “ edward, ” the woman grins, watching him through the mirrors reflection, “ you make quite the lady’s maid. ” 

[meltedwiing]

i’ve been thinking a lot abt diego’s reactions to his sibs making fun of his superhero landing and just : 1. he would Not like luther laughing at him and might try to challenge him to do better but would always insist his own landing is cooler and thus better, 2. allison gets like a real life version of the mocking spongebob meme, 3. klaus gets a tut and a “cmon it was totally cool” and he’s a little pouty when klaus has his back turned, 4. he wants to impress five ??? idk there’s a lot to unpack there, 5. vanya gets something halfway between what allison and klaus get, like he disagrees and he’s a little mean abt it, 6. i don’t think siri would make fun of him but when they scold him they’d get a similar reaction to klaus but the pout is to siri’s face, 7. if em ever spoke up either teasing him or scolding him, it would generally get him to stop until he feels the need to one up luther again.

[mirafirstmate]

obsessed with the idea of jay getting an “it’s been 84 years” moment and then walking through the entrance bay on the skeld and max is the first to meet her like

[huntloyalty]

closed starter for @skyaches;

Daisy had been working hard to try and get this case closed and out of her hair. For once, it did seem to be a case that was worth a Section 31 form but it didn’t mean that she wanted to spend all of her time on it. She was currently working her way through CCTV footage, her reluctance to work in an office on computers slowing her down remarkably. It was a shame that there weren’t more desk officers that were sectioned, since then she could at least spend more of her time where she was best placed; on the ground.

One of the witnesses to the ‘event’, as it was coming to be known, was a young woman who appeared to have disappeared into nothingness between frames of the video. She was also conveniently seemed to know where every CCTV camera was. Something that was a little more unusual was that she seemed to be able to look at multiple cameras at seemingly the same time. Definitely weird. She’d sent a few officers to do the legwork she didn't want to while she covered and chased up leads for a few of her other cases. Finally, she received a name.

Eleanor Rigby. Easy enough to remember for someone who grew up with parents listening to the Beatles. And an address. Hopefully, it would all go down well when she turned up on the doorstep and asked for information.

And that was how she’d ended up on the doorstep of a church at the address she’d been given as the last known address for one Ms. Eleanor Rigby. A seemingly dead, Eleanor Rigby, who was on her CCTV tapes clear as day. This one truly was turning out to be weird.

As soon as the door opened she thrust her badge towards the man who’d opened it, folded open to display her badge. She didn't know who he was but the badge made most people talk and could get her into most places. Plus this was a Church as far as she could tell. They had to let her in.

“Detective Alice Tonner, I’m here as this appears to be the last known address of a witness I'm looking for in relation to an incident at Elephant and Castle.” Even if this wasn't the right place for this woman, she hoped he would know where to go from here. Churches knew that kind of thing, at least in her experience.

[odisn]

Would you participate in Mari Lwyd with me?

holy shit I just googled this I'M THERE

[thanflowers]

       “I wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon.” Or at all. Perhaps she’d even hoped not to. An unkind sentiment, but it’s not as though he’s made much effort to be cordial. “Why have you come back? Some forgotten heirloom?” Maker, she’s exhausted. Elspeth was barely through the door when Varel told her of Nathaniel’s presence, and now she’s obliged to live with the darkspawn blood on her boots a while longer. “I said you could take what you like. I don’t want any of it.” 

@skyaches​​ / nathaniel! 

[wilczmina]

 @skyaches​  said    :    Diana  wraps  both  hands  around  on  of  his  and  drags  him  over  to  her  bed  .    "You  look  exhausted  ,    love  .    Rest  ."     It's  only  partially  a  request  ,    evident  by  the  way  she  firmly  pulls  him  under  the  covers  with  her  .

 geralt  didn’t  even  have  the  energy  to  argue  with  that    .    he’d  just  spent  a  good  several  hours  chasing  down  a  contract  and    ,    after  following  it  across  multiple  miles    ,    lurking    ,    waiting  for  the  right  time  to  strike    .    the  striking  in  question  had  been  the  worst  part    ,    and  though  he  didn’t  suffer  nearly  as  many  wounds  as  he  had  expected  to    ,    he  had  suffered  to  lose  a  great  deal  of  energy    .    it  hit  him  not  shortly  before    .

 now    ,    after  a  quick  wash    ,    he  slogged  his  way  to  her  bed    .    allowed  himself  to  be  pulled  to  it    ,    and  slid    ,    like  minced  meat    ,    beneath  the  covers    ,    so  tired  he  nearly  couldn’t  scoot  himself  against  her    .    but  he  did    ,    and  he  pressed  his  face  to  her  shoulder  and  ran  an  arm  heavily  over  her  waist  and  and  shut  his  eyes    .    she  smelled  faintly  woody    ,    entirely  earthy    ,    and  grounded  him  firmly  through  scent  alone  to  a  restful  lie  here  beside  her    .

[fearstouch-a]

                    @skyaches​​​      /     because fey puts up with way too much from me.

                    it opens like a wound. the loneliness that comes with safety, with living on past the natural expiration, as all things do within this bounds of this sanctuary, a self imposed prison. fifteen years is the blink of an eye, unless you’re waiting for something.   (  for someone.  )    the ache that is not soothed by the fleeting conversation of dull eyed strangers who still believe their quests for glory will end differently for their hearts are true and their missions just. she doesn’t bother to correct them any longer, only grins and bears it until they carry on. she buries what they leave behind in the garden if she’s feeling kind, leaves if for the crows and the stream if she isn’t, and she feels less so these days. more restless.

                    but not with his presence. there is something soothing in the silence as they sit, not far from each other. no table between them, but they do not face each other, taking their tea on the couch. there is no excuse for the shift in ritual, no reason, no spoken language to prompt it beyond their usual exchange    (    can she call it usual when it has been 15 years since they last saw each other ?    )    in which she offers him tea. but there is an ache, a quiet unspoken thing that curls in her gut and swells. it gorges itself on this silence. on the warm air that passes through the open window and lingers. on the way her hand moves of its own accord to traverse the empty space to gently rest over his, even as she does not turn to him. she does not speak, does not even spare a glance, merely focuses on the wall ahead of her as she quietly drinks her tea and waits for this presence to fade. it has to fade. 

[mtchstck-archive]

I am thinking abt this once again

[meltedwiing]

sometimes i think abt what diego would have been like in the 60s if he dropped earlier in the decade than he had and then i’m sad because like, when five shows up in canon, diego is just like “cool it was a fluke and now you’re here to pick me up” but if he had been there longer? locked up for as long as klaus or allison had been stuck? oh boy, he would have been... it would have been Bad.

[mirafirstmate]

you have to understand that zacharias nelson and, by extension, mira inc. are neither inherently bad nor incompetent. nelson is shady, sure, what with his “do whatever it takes” attitude towards seeing project homer to its completion, but, ethics aside, he wants what anyone with their eyes turned to the future wants. to discover the undiscovered. to help advance society beyond the limits set by earth. nothing evil about it.

that said, max’s trust in his team is so absolute that the scepticism he holds for nelson’s practices and ulterior motives immediately causes him to assume that when things start going to shit ( a breakdown of comms, electrical issues out the ass, and, eventually, crew turning up dead ), nelson is first on his list of suspects despite being literal light years away from the skeld, safe at the heart of the company he’d built from the ground up.

[sunlightswallowed]

I know it's on the nose but Sunlight by Hozier is a whole aesthetic for Arianna.

First of all, I would like to thank Fey Skyaches for introducing me to this song, and second, I would like to confirm that it is, indeed, an entire Arianna aesthetic

[odisn]

Banana, if you eat a banana is that cannibalism?

yeah   🍌🍌 👁️👅👁️

[thanflowers]

absolutely no one:  els & nate: 

[twrflwrarch]

Happy Birthday to Tangled! (US releade date anyway)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TANGLED!!!!!!