#wip: a change of heart

[forget-me-maybe]

WIP WHENEVER WOOOOO

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sending tags forward to @little-paperboat @darkurgetrash @honeybee-bard if you want to 🌸

from what will probably be the first chapter of the final part of acoh, some sad wet cat hours for our least favourite man *heart eyes*

It’s fine, he tells himself as he leaves for work before Lathander’s even peeked his eyes open. He tells himself the same thing as he downs flat beer and stale bread in the evening before crashing onto the sheetless mattress crammed in the corner of the small living room. It’s not like he’s made himself worthy of anything better. 

The moth-eaten blanket only warms him enough to not shiver in the draughty flat. As many nights before, he drifts off into an uneasy sleep. He feels the crippling fear as they realise they’re outnumbered. He sees Brian’s guts spilled by dull and rusty goblin blades. He hears Liam’s screams as he finds out the others have turned around. Most of all, he feels the guilt as he wakes up, alive and fine. 

Days turn into weeks and weeks into months but to Aradin it might be minutes, it might be an eternity in the blurry routine of constantly being mere inches from the end of his rope. Except on this day, someone actually breaks the usual silence at the dinner table. 

“We’re going out tonight,” Remira says as a matter of fact. “The three of us.” 

Aradin sighs. Remi looks to Barth for support. The bastards must’ve planned this. 

“We’ve had enough of yer moping bullshite,” Barth says. “Y’need t‘ave a bit o’fun, mate.” 

And perhaps they’re right because Aradin doesn’t even have it in himself to argue with them about it. At least he’ll be able to down enough fireswill to get comfortably numb. Maybe he’ll even get drunk enough to pass out into a dreamless slumber. 

“Fine,” Aradin snarls before chewing down the rest of his dinner. 

“And get that sorry excuse for a beard off yer face,” Barth adds with a grin. 

Aradin glares, he had never planned on growing a beard. Nor does he possess the hair coverage to have one either. He’s just been neglecting it as much as, well, everything.

[ganondoodle]

carefully attempted to draw (still sick); wanted to give Shargon another redesign, this is an older version of him but the basics should also go for his younger self (idk yet about his lung replacement design; arms are posed weird to make anatomy clearer)

(wip, oc art, Shargon, he/they)

[possamble]

Do you have any headcanons or thoughts about Falin having a crush on Marcille pre-canon? Especially during her later years at the school/the years she was with Laios.

Just full on "awkward and slightly gnc teenage lesbian has a massive crush on the touchy-feely girly girl straight best friend" tropes everywhere. Even better bc it's the "best friend is also the popular girl while lesbian is the slightly ostracized quiet one" dynamic in school. Falin gets so so so good at not having a heart attack every time Marcille gets in her personal space. But she's so resigned to never saying anything bc why would a girl as blinding as Marcille ever like her back. She also doesn't make an effort to get over it either, she's just content to be trapped in that stable dynamic of silently being in love with Marcille while getting to enjoy CLEARLY being Marcille's favourite person. She gets so used to it that it's almost just background noise most of the time-- it would have to be, unless she wanted to be freaking out 24/7 bc Marcille is so goddamn affectionate.

Her feelings also definitely change throughout the time that they're in school together-- at first it was this "whooaaah pretty older girl" puppy crush that you can clearly see developing in the flashbacks we get (I think she doesn't even like... realize her fixation on Marcille is romantic at all until years after it starts, when she's 12-14 ish and all the other girls around her are talking about crushes). But then they get closer, over the years Marcille starts getting really attached and letting down her guard, and Falin gets to see the ridiculous side of her. She gets to calm her down from her tantrums when experiments don't work out, or help her clean up when something explodes in her face. I feel like the progression of her feelings from "schoolgirl infatuation" to "unrequited love" probably almost exactly corresponds to how slowly Marcille goes from trying to keep Falin at a polite but friendly distance (like she does with everyone else) to her facade completely eroding as she becomes her cheerful and ridiculous self again for the first time since her father died.

That's probably the saddest part: Falin knows that she's clearly Marcille's favourite person on the surface level, but she doesn't quite fully grasp the enormity of what that means to Marcille. She doesn't get that she's the person who made the world colorful again for Marcille, that she is the first person outside of Marcille's family to really and truly make her laugh. She just thinks she's the beloved but dinky little short-lived sidekick, one of many that Marcille has had and will have.

Part of it is that, despite Marcille becoming such a clingy and affectionate best friend, I think her initial demeanour already did its damage. You see Falin being super adventurous and weird at first, bringing Marcille berries and other stuff, only to be rebuffed by Marcille exasperatedly saying she's working or looking kind of put off by it. And by the time you see her a little older, shes already quieter and better at masking -- and I'm not saying that that's entirely Marcille's fault (being the weird girl at an all girls academy for almost the entirety of her teenhood must have been brutal, my god) but she definitely learned that she's a potential nuisance to Marcille if she doesn't tone herself down. She learned that Marcille most likely sees her as a weird little kid following her around bc she has no other friends. And for the most part, she was never given any reason to unlearn any of that.

And that all very very smoothly transitions into Marcille being her "first love that was never meant to be anyway" when she leaves the academy. Chapter closed in her mind: she loved and pined from a distance and that was that. Every now and then she'll see another woman with Marcille's build or her shade of hair and be like ":( I miss her..." But then just kinda move on with her day. Same with when she's going through her own spellbook and finds a note that Marcille left her/correction that she made-- she'll smile fondly and reminisce about how much Marcille doted on her, and then move on.

Sometimes she thinks about contacting Marcille but convinces herself that it's too late (she spent too many months focusing on getting Laios healthy again and didn't mean to go no contact, but ah well). It's only when she has a practical reason to be reaching out that would also benefit Marcille ("Marcille is studying dungeons and we need a trustworthy mage to go with us to the dungeons") that she feels like she's allowed/that it wouldn't just be 100% a nuisance.

I almost think she didn't expect Marcille to reply at all, only to get a telegraph (or some in-universe equivalent of express mail, maybe magical pigeon carrier) that's like. EN ROUTE TO ISLAND. LETTER TO FOLLOW. and she freaks out like AAAA LAIOS SHE SAID YES WE HAVE TO CLEAN UP NOW.

I do think getting a response accidentally sparks a little hope in her, judging by the way she acts in the chp 57 flashback-- she's pouty that Marcille sees her as a kid, gets really worked up about being presentable, and then tries to play it cool when she actually meets Marcille (as if she didn't freak out and force Laios to shave while rambling a mile a minute about Marcille). She's an adult now, really and truly, and she's seen and survived things that her 18 yr old self would have never even imagined-- then all of a sudden, the person she was in love with since she was ten years old appears, and she's so desperate to be seen as mature and competent. She's trying soooo hard to impress Marcille with her newfound combat and dungeoneering experience...

Only to fall right back into their old dynamic. RIP. At least she gets the girl eventually, even if it takes dying twice and being the core catalyst behind an almost-apocalypse.

[governmentmandatedryujinstan420]

I FORGOT TO THROW OUT AFTER THE EPISODE RELEASED NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[itsnixderlol]

I love your au Pomni she is so cool and had a few questions:

What is Pomni's connection to the others?

Did she destroy the lives of others, if so how?

What does pomni do all the time?

is pomni even a human?

Can you become friends with Pomni?

I’m glad you do, and I’m glad to answer!

She is trapped there with them.

No, they did it themselves, by putting the headset on. Pomni only made it worse.

Pomni burns down villages, by trying to cook a grilled cheese there and failing.

Probably.

In her current state? Surprisingly, yes.

But it wont be easy, unless you happen to be useful to her, or have the same vision as her.

[catacosmo]

play chain of memories

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @bidisasterbuckdiaz 💖

me impatiently waiting for tuesday to share a snippet bc im obsessed with bucktommy rn and after some editing im loving everything i've written in this fic so far and wanna share every word of it asap lmao

here's a bit more, and yes they are talking about the evan thing bc at first it bothered me so much, but it grew on me (with fics and some takes on it i saw and just the more i saw it and thought about it) and now im kinda loving it lol

prev snippet

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“If you wanted me out of my shirt, you should’ve just said so.” he murmurs.

“I want you out of your shirt.” Buck says without hesitation, and Tommy releases a breathless, surprised laugh.

“Suddenly so forward.” he shakes his head, capturing Buck’s lips again. Well, Buck has been kind of shy and flustered with Tommy, but that’s not always how he is, not how he used to be.

“Oh, you have no idea.” Buck grins, and then, still a little hesitantly, places his palm over Tommy’s thigh where it rests over Buck’s knee. Tommy looks at him curiously, and Buck’s grin widens as he pulls his leg up and over his lap, getting Tommy to properly straddle him now, his shirt falling over his back again, as he releases a surprised gasp. “Now that’s better.” he adds, getting used to the unfamiliar weight, Tommy being bigger and heavier than Buck’s used to with his previous partners, obviously, but it- it feels good, right, almost comforting, Tommy’s steady and firm presence surrounding him now. Plus, it is kinda hot, too.

“Evan.” Tommy just says breathlessly, and Buck’s smile softens, one of his hands moving to the side of Tommy’s neck, just resting there.

“You know you’re one of the very few people who call me that?” he whispers, the mood shifting a bit from hot and impatient to soft and warm, and pleasant, and Buck really feels so comfortable with Tommy.

“Yeah, I noticed.” Tommy replies, settling more comfortably, wrapping his arms around Buck’s neck loosely, but his hands play with Buck’s hair lightly. He sits far enough on Buck’s lap that their crotches don’t touch, and Buck’s not sure if he’s happy about that. “Does it bother you?” he asks with a hint of worry.

“No, no, of course not.” Buck rushes to say. If it did, he’d say something. No, it doesn’t bother him. The opposite, in fact. “I actually-” he can’t help a small awed smile. “I think I like it.”

“Why do you sound so surprised?” Tommy tilts his head curiously, and he’s so cute, and Buck needs to kiss him. So he does. Because he can. And he can’t stop smiling.

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[watchyourbuck]

☪︎ tease tidbit tuesday

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so I bring u more Murder Husbands,, I guess this is a spoiler (for those who give a shit sjdjdjdj) BUT it’s coming along nicely so couldn’t really resist — also it’s nsfw

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His back slammed against a wall, the rest of him crowded by the enormity of Buck. So forceful yet detailed, his fingers grasped ungracefully at his hipbones, leaving trailed bruised behind.

Buck’s knee forced itself between his legs, pushing up. Hadn’t his cock been trapped under his uniform, it’d be poking out and dripping.

He swallowed, the man’s spit running down his throat and out the corners of his mouth. Messily.

“Fuck me,” he urged; demanded.

Buck’s right hand flew up, covering half his face with it. He felt the back of his eyes tense. Too much pressure. “I don’t take orders from you.”

A low moan ripped out of him, from the very center of his chest. He couldn’t see him in the dark, but he didn’t need to. He was hard too.

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[mygnolia]

wait if u wanna beta read this for me lmk LOL

it’s here!

[puppyeared]

how. do u sona....

[connecting-the-stars]

Cody and Fox Dynamic is so interesting to me (there was a great post discussing them - I’ll have to find it)

Their moralities is something I want to dissect:

“You can’t save them all”

Fox: “I know.” Still cares and mourns those he failed to protect. Sits heavy upon him as the industrial planet marches ahead without sparing the dead a glance, he drags himself after it. The next deaths hurt, and the next, and the next.

Cody: “I have to try.” Counts the dead and then counts again. Maybe it’s changed since the last time. How many has he failed? Were they shinies? Were they seasoned? This vulnerability let them be cornered, he will rectify this. Where are the gaps, where could there have been openings for advances? His heart seizes. The next deployment will be different. (It has to be.)

[forget-me-maybe]

trying to figure out if my next chapter is the worst stuff i’ve ever written or if i’ve just stared at it for too long

[nightmaretherabbit]

[petricorah]

he angry (comic wip)

[nightmaretherabbitsideblog1]

:3 Gabriel

[lilkikayart]

Another small preview of my latest wip. I managed to get all my flats down so the real work ca start next time I muster energy LOL