#though reluctantly

[skyward-floored]

Fireflies

I put this on ao3 a week or two ago, and I'm finally putting it on here since I have a minute. Please enjoy Twilight being a mess and Wild doing some comforting for a change :)

Ao3

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“Hey Rancher, are you... okay?”

Twilight blinked at the question, and nodded when Wild caught his eye, looking at him just long enough not to rouse suspicion.

“Fine. Why do you ask?” he replied in a warm voice, ignoring the deep ache in his chest that had decided to appear today.

He was usually pretty good at ignoring it when it surfaced, and even better at hiding it from others. Nobody knew about the thoughts that swirled around in his head on days like these, or the numbness that sank in, and that was exactly the way he wanted it.

Everyone had their own problems, they didn’t need his too.

Wild hesitated a moment when Twilight didn’t say anything further, then sat down next to him, just far enough away to give him plenty of space.

“I don’t know. You’ve just seemed a little... distant, lately I guess. For a few days now,” he said, and Twilight felt the feeling in his chest get heavier, dread making his throat tight.

Someone had noticed.

“I just wanted to see if you were feeling okay,” Wild shrugged as he looked at Twilight. He absently picked up a pebble when Twilight didn’t immediately respond, then tossed it into the stream in front of them, sending up a small splash.

“I’m fine, Champion,” Twilight assured, tucking his arms in so Wild wouldn’t see them shake. Perfectly fine. Just like always.

Wild didn’t respond.

The stream in front of them rushed quietly across the rocks as the evening grew darker. A firefly drifted past, and Twilight held out a hand, encouraging it to land on his finger. The bug flew out of his reach though, and Twilight sighed, watching as it drifted across the stream to join more of its kind.

A sharper ache clenched in his chest, hollow and deep, and Twilight closed his eyes.

He didn’t even know what was wrong, not exactly. This just... happened sometimes. An empty hollow in his stomach.

He woke up knowing it going to be one of those days where he’d have to act like he didn’t want to just lie somewhere and be left alone. He’d laughed at Wind’s jokes and he’d teased Warriors along with Legend and kept up with how he normally acted perfectly, up until he’d slipped away from camp to finally have some alone time, and Wild had somehow picked up on it.

Nobody had ever noticed before.

He glanced over at his friend, Wild having managed to catch a firefly that was now crawling along his hand. It blinked a few times, and then spread its wings again, the little spot of light soon lost among the others.

“Wild?” he suddenly found himself saying. The champion looked over at him when he spoke, tilting his head to show he was listening. “Did... do you ever... w...”

Twilight’s throat suddenly closed up, and he swallowed and looked away, the ache increasing.

Wild waited in silence for him to continue, but when Twilight didn’t reply, he glanced over at him with a worried look in his eyes.

“Ever..?” he prompted softly, and Twilight just shook his head, throat aching.

“Never mind,” he said, the words little more than a whisper.

He has his own problems, don’t add to them by getting him worried about you, your struggles are so small compared to his and you don’t deserve—

A hand rested over his, and Twilight breathed in shakily, trying to just sink back into the numb feeling he’d been half drifting in all day.

“Twilight,” Wild said quietly.

Twilight kept his gaze firmly on the stream in front of them, head tilted away from Wild. He knew if he looked over at him he would lose control of the situation, more than he already had, and the overwhelming urge to just get away suddenly hit him, turn into a wolf and get away from the scrutiny and questions and—

“Twilight,” Wild repeated, and the urge faded, but Twilight still didn’t look at him.

Wild moved his hand so it was actually in Twilight’s, and squeezed it, warm and bracing.

“You can talk to me, you know?” he whispered. “Or... if not, I just...”

Twilight still couldn’t look at him.

He heard Wild breathe in, and then his hand let go of Twilight’s, leaves crinkling as he repositioned himself. Twilight swallowed at the loss of the touch, his throat so tight he didn’t know if he’d ever say anything, the ache so deep and hollow he didn’t know what to do with it and then—

Then Wild put both his arms around him, tugging him into a hug.

Twilight breathed out, the sound horribly shaky, and as his eyes stung, Wild squeezed him, letting Twilight’s head rest on his shoulder.

“Is this okay?” The champion asked in a whisper, and Twilight nodded, his breath only getting shakier as Wild hugged him in a warm embrace.

He squeezed his eyes shut, the ache in his chest shifting and hurting with every tear he forcibly held back. A few escaped anyway, but Twilight ignored them, trying to calm down, trying not to break.

Wild set a hand on the back of his head, slightly awkward, but full of sincere concern, and Twilight leaned into it, a small sob finally escaping his throat.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he managed to choke out into Wild’s shoulder, and the champion squeezed him even tighter, not saying anything.

Twilight choked on another sob, and suddenly he couldn’t hold his tears back any more, even though he tried to with all of his might. Wild didn’t need this, he didn’t need one more thing to worry about. Twilight was the responsible one, he helped fix issues, he didn’t cause them.

He didn’t want to put more weight on Wild’s shoulders, not now, not ever.

Yet here he was.

“It’s okay, Link,” Wild said in a whispered voice, lightly rubbing his back. “I’ve got you Twi, it’s okay.”

“B-but I...” Twilight croaked, mortified at how weak it sounded. “I’m sorry—”

“You don’t have to be sorry Twi. Just let it out,” Wild said gently, patting his head. “I’ll be here. Just like what you do for me.”

Twilight felt a flicker of warmth, thinking of how he was usually the one doing the comforting, and how Wild was now doing the same for him. It felt... nice.

But then another wave of guilt crashed through him, and he shut his eyes, stubbornly willing away the tears still slipping down his nose. He couldn’t let it out. Not all of it, anyway. Not now.

Maybe not ever.

But Wild kept hugging him, and Twilight swallowed, letting himself sink a little more into his embrace. He wasn’t going to burden Wild with this, wasn’t going to pile on his own problems on top of his, but... but he would let himself be hugged.

He tightened his hold and felt Wild do the same, and the champion held him as he shook in his arms, just like he’d done for him so many times.

[egophiliac]

everyone out of the way, this is the only thing I'm going to be thinking about from now on.

(okay, there is one more thing)

[ruporas]

vw sketches (id in alt)

[yourgaydads]

[heartscrypt]

the softer side of things

(aka i feel like i always make jamil so pissed at azul in my art that i just wanted them to have some silly cutesy moments LOL)

[mementoasts]

*dresses cinnamoroll up as ludger*

[mixedvegetabless]

What if faroe lived

Explanation under the cut!

After she almost drowned, Faroe experienced severe mental trauma from the ignorance of her father. Arthur, scared that he can't take care of her, pushes Faroe away more. She instead is raised by Tess, Arthur's housekeeper, who taught her many life skills(especially survival skills).

Faroe soon grew a resentment towards her father for pushing her away, and since then has strived to be better than him. Originally going to go into biology, Faroe instead pursued detective work to mimic her fathers profession. Once Arthur is a suspect in a murder case and suddenly goes missing(events of s1), Faroe decides to track him down and bring him to justice.

[moss-on-trees]

dp x dc prompt: "never ever let a fenton drive", or team phantom's dimension-hopping adventure

danny inherited the abysmal driving skills of his parents. the people in amity park are used to it though so this wouldn't be such a problem if he hadn't started learning to create portals recently, as seen when he opened a portal under his car while driving to avoid crashing into someone else while pursued by the GIW (sue him, it was a stressful situation). jazz is passed out right next to him, sam and tucker are screaming in the backseat while dani's cackling between them, adrenaline junkie that she is. the car is falling into the ghost zone and right out of another natural portal. they land right in front of a group of weirdos dressed in colourful costumes.

"... the only reason why i'm not killing you a second time is because this city looks super goth," says sam, waving the fenton thermos threateningly.

"there's nothing stopping me," mutters tucker, eyeing the costumed people warily.

danny squirms. "well, at least the GIW can't get us there?"

[ckret2]

I have a Goldie Playlist and a few are really good fits, I had to delete a couple that were a little too broadly applicable to gf in general, but I will NOT let go of "bad idea right?" Bu Olivia Rodrigo because I need it to vibe tune to my goldford smut!! I keep wanting to send the Playlist but it's short and I feel like I'm gonna find more perfect songs. Also I wanna use some for suprise animation when I have time..

My fic-writing playlist is meticulously organized by character & theme but i've got an entire section of the playlist that's just "yeah this song doesn't have anything to do with anything, i'm just keeping it in because I need the vibes to fuel my writing.

[hp-lonesome-actual-art]

Erhm sorry about the poor lighting quality on this batch. Kinda spur of the moment conjured them up, but the downside is no natural sunlight available due to it being night hours so everything is very yellow tinted. But depending how you look at it this might help enhance the retro old fashioned feel lol

Also gotta include the online photo inspiration for this Leggy & Mr. Puzzles one. Kinda a strange idea but figured it would be comedic enough concept to warrant some art…and perhaps I think it’s just a little bit cute too. In general I just wish they had more bonding screen time together :3

[ohitslen]

Part two of the thing and uuh also final one

Of this interaction. Because this is far from all I can give, my brain almost imploded from all the ideas

[yuesya]

Oh my god I can just imagine Canon Satoru’s wail when he discovers what Shiki did to his body. What was he screaming inside Twins!Satoru when he found out??

Canon Satoru, choking: Excuse me?? That's my body?

Twins Satoru: HAHAHA-

[violant-apologia]

i looove thinking about the neon future, so here's a mechanic concept for Fallen Berlin!

The Network Deck

A second deck! While your main deck is the same as in FL and represents things you're physically interacting with/present for, in FB you would be able to draw cards from a secondary deck that represents things happening on the Network. You would still have one hand, just two ways of drawing cards (and also the added option to draw one at a time, if you want). Instead of getting one opportunity card every ten minutes, you get one of each every twenty (or maybe fifteen?)

(a silly mockup:)

Your Network deck (or netdeck for short) is the same in all areas, compared to the changing nature of the main deck (which would be emphasized more to draw a comparison). It's also significantly more customisable/optimisable: you can control what apps you have, which is responsible for almost all of the cards in your netdeck. Similar to lab workers, your deck will start getting clogged up with bad cards if you don't have enough apps: things like lack of stuff do do with your phone:

You find yourself on autopilot, stuck in a loop of closing an app and then immediately reopening it. Nightmares is increasing...

Imagine apps like Squeaker (spices' personal twitter clone, arguments and drama galore), the Library (pages' wikipedia-alike, where a war for the city's knowledge is waged), smaller message boards (sold by mr bricks), geocache-esque stuff in a maps app, experimental apps which interact with parabola, unofficial "dark web" crime-related app, the like. (maybe even phone games lol)

Restricted card areas, like how pickpocketing and parties are now, would probably have to limit your phone use for practicality reasons – though maybe they could build what apps you have into some cards too.

if you have any cool neon future app ideas, shoot them my way and i might mock some of them up as cards!

[crazynerdandproud]

River and Louisa's friendship is actually so important to me

[claimedcrossbows]

Tyler's Nevermore Era

I don't know about y'all, but i'm so excited for Tyler's Nevermore era whenever the school decides to let him in as a student.

I can just imagine all the mayhem that Wednesday will drag him into.

Like she'll be sneaking out of campus and Tyler will see her and follow her, and they somehow end up in yet another huge mystery.

But Tyler's reluctant because he just got to this school and he doesn't wanna make waves.

But Wednesday will just be like.

"Tyler, I think our new principal is a villain, we're gonna have to take them out."

and Tyler will just be like.

" GOD WEDNESDAY, I JUST GOT TO THIS SCHOOL!!!" 😩😩😩

[fraternum-momentum]

I CANT I CANTTTTTTT I WILL LITERALLY EXPLODE RJIKNHGKRSBKFUCKNHJHFBNJEA JFHBAEJHBFJHBHBHBHBHBBAZHJDBAJHDBAJKHBDJKNA????A//////!?!!!!!!!!??!!???!?!?!??!! I CANNOT I LITERALLY NOT THE CAN I CANTTTTTT RAUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH