Surprisingly, I drew this even before asking if I could... This is how I picture them sleeping after morphing together, I hope you like it :)
SCREAMING CRYING THROWING MY PHONE ACROSS THE ROOM I LOVE THIS SO MUCH???? they look so cozy together 😭 thank you so much for drawing this i love you forever
Azriel and Eris are finally at the stage in their new relationship where they’re bold enough to sleep in the same bed.
Azriel doesn’t even touch Eris until he gets impatient and hugs him. Azriel absolutely melts and falls asleep so fast.
They both sleep fantastically that night, but come morning Azriel doesn’t wake up. At first Eris panicked, but upon further inspection he realizes that Azriel is in the deepest sleep ever.
On Az’s end, laying in that bed is the warmest he’s ever been and he hasn’t had a full night sleep in who knows how long— once he closes his eyes, he’s out.
He sleeps nearly three whole days, when he finally wakes up he doesn’t know where he is but he’s never felt more relieved.
i have GOT to get more insane abt lifeseries joel and grian. they’re so fucking everything. late game last life for them really is like the both of us are at our absolute lowest and can’t really be bothered to care anymore, but there is a kind of freedom in allowing yourself to pretend you’re a monster without remorse, to let yourself grow vicious in a way you’ve been trying to rein yourself in from. the two of them take each other hands, all grasping claws and sharp-toothed grins, and say monsters it is then, just the two of us. they just. they understand each other in a way nobody else quite does. the two of them settle together in limlife and,,, they can just feel the seconds counting down until their names turn red and the world grows sharper and they grow sharper with it. they’re comfortable with what they’ve got— jimmy and the bad boys and the bread bridge and all of that, it’s lovely— but there’s an anxious, giddy anticipation growing between them and they can both feel it.
I did a home visit with a client who had 3 pit bulls locked in the backyard and after I told her her kids had to go to relatives (meth labs in the house are a big no no) she literally opened her back gate to let her dogs out, but I was so focused on my phone calls arranging relative placements and writing up a safety plan that when I saw the dogs coming at me I just went, “hey babies! hey babies! are you good babies? you’re good babies! you’re all very good babies!’ and they all stopped at my feet and let me pet them so I continued doing my work not even realizing she fucking let them out on purpose I guess in the hopes they would maul me to death or whatever, the cops told me what she did after I was packing up to leave 😂 I was like ‘she did WHAT?!?!?’ I was so shocked lmao like wtf???
deeply upsetting that rachel and jean’s first meeting has them both upset and hurt because of the resurgence of this traumatic loss of agency and control, jean in the form of rachel as phoenix, and rachel in the form of the resurgence of the hounds and her hound markings, and yet despite this similarity they are just absolutely unable to connect
Death, despair, agony, I just found a tiny bit of wip for Bitter Bitter I had written half asleep in a random only half-blank page of my notebook - and yes riot, it was just after your wild dog comment - but instead of focusing on the lips/cheeks (that came much after), I had written :
They make a handsome couple, silhoueted by the light, like these people in american shows with their well-mowed lawn and their proper home. Curling at the feet of the bed would feel so fucking right.
and I am SO MAD at myself for forgetting about this !! Not even sure it would work with what i ended up writting but I can't believe i passed an oportunity for hound-at-the-end-of-the-bed imagery, i don't even recognize myself anymore... ma'am rosemary sutcliff I've failed you once again.