maryanddeadthings

[maryanddeadthings]

YOOO WHATS UP FAM.

So I just finished playing Siren’s Rest, and tbh I don’t know how to feel about it. Once again, beautiful voice acting, music - but I found I was a bit underwhelmed.

I was kind of bored for the majority of it until the end, but finding some tiny lore on the crew was cool, but considering the fanbase’s love of the SWTD characters, we could have gotten a bit more. (Like confirming muirinnes was canon would have been nice lmao jk)

Most the time I was confused. Maybe I’m just smooth-brained. But the ending was pretty sad ngl.

How about everyone else? What were your thoughts?

[maryanddeadthings]

...I found the “girl falls into middle earth” fic I wrote when I was 11

[maryanddeadthings]

You bet I’m going full tilt for you, my love.

[maryanddeadthings]

OMG THANK YOU FOR THE DRAWING OF RAFFS AND BRODIEEE AHHH YOURE AMAZING :DDD

i feel bad asking for more so what's your favorite fanfic for SWTD lol?

You’re welcome!! And no prob, it’s fine!

Definitely @thesleepyfable’s Still Here AU! Both season 1 and 2 are fantastic and beautifully written.

[maryanddeadthings]

I am baaaack with another snip for this week’s chapter. A reunion is coming! And all I have to say is, the situation between Caz and Suze is getting a wee more complicated.

(For context, Suze and Caz are no longer married in my AU. Suze has remarried, it’s been ten years since the explosion, and Caz’s supposed demise.)

The Box Hub was filling with tables, chairs, and refreshments. Morsels like mini quiches, potato skins, devilled eggs, and berry tarts. Josie sparing no expense with prawn cocktails and even a bucket of oysters. Of course, having to throw her Gallic taste to her Scottish friends, she ordered a tray of escargot. She compiled as many pictures as she could of all the crew from the seventies and sixties and hung them along the walls with fairy lights. An activity for them to gather and reminisce. Remember the happier days before the explosion. Before the harrowing confusion of their return. When things were simpler and made sense. She was hellbent on replicating it. Ignoring the giant, roaring elephant in the room, and focus on what really mattered. That they were all alive and well.

The hired bar was bringing in many Scottish brews. Tennent’s Lager, Scotch Whiskey, and Buckfast, all while a DJ prepped his stand with readily available records ranging from the seventies to the present.

Josie wasn’t alone, she was happy to have help from Caz, Cait, Maidie, and most surprisingly, Suze. With her attention mostly pressed on perfection and barking at the other workers, the McLeary crew were busy to their own tasks. But every now and then, catching Maidie and Cait’s alarm, Suze and Caz would exchange a word. Glances and smiles. Even a jest and some laughter. It was surreal to witness, but neither dared to test it. They kept quiet but attentive, their ears listening as their eyes and movements arranged the hall for the party. Little did they know, Suze and Caz’s exchange was a display for them.

Josie called for Cait or Maidie to go and grab the boxes of water bottles from the car, both the girls opted to it, finally leaving Suze and Caz alone. Of course, they both fell silent. Suze stayed fussing the pictures on the line, as Caz huffed with the tables. She plucked one picture, it was Caz. She flicked her eyes back to startle he was staring, too. Her hair flied to her face when she turned her head away. Then Caz came over, “I remember that.”

He referred to the photo. His earlier boxing days. His skin glistening in sweat, a nose bruised and bloodied. Yet, that wasn’t the recall he meant. Suze knew what he meant, and she stayed quiet. Her thoughts twisted and chest weighted as he came to her side and took the photo. “My nose was no the same after that.”

“Aye,” smiled Suze, a voice soft. “I… saw you quickly after, right?”

“Right. How could I forget?”

It was the night they reunited. Both in their mid twenties. Suze had recently started seeing Chamberlain, Caz’s boxing career was just starting to take off. Then they met, and both ventures ended. Their lives changed. After that, it quickly became just the two of them.

Caz gave the picture back for Suze to hang up, and she stayed looking for a moment indulgently. In a moment without the girls, without Elliot, with Josie’s distracted quarreling with staff not at all paying attention, she glanced up to Caz. Her eyes soft and sparkling, as if tears were trying. Caz could not ignore it, and the stress lines on his face faded. No words, but so much being said. Neither foolish enough to say what it was.

Caz muttered, “Suze.” His hand hovering up for her own, then immediately letting it fall back to his side. Little did he know, Suze almost had. The exact reason why Suze cowered from seeing him till now was coming to play like a hunger that could not be sated. Feelings long forgotten now raging and pulsing, nearly sending her into shakes. In that moment she forgot all reasoning. She forgot she was a good wife. She forgot, entirely. All that existed in that moment was him.

Much to her relief, Cait and Maidie came back loudly, causing Caz to drift back to the tables as if nothing changed. Suze was less savvy, she was left before the photo wall still clutching the one of Caz - grieving the moment, already.

[maryanddeadthings]

being a writer is constantly google the definitions of words you already know the meanings of because your brain's always paranoid and telling you maybe you've been using them wrong your entire life

I can excuse misusing words in my daily life but my mlm slow-burn enemies to lovers smut has to be perfect

[maryanddeadthings]

I really hope you don't mind me asking, but a sketch of my infected Caz please?

Drawing this I’d love to see a showdown between this Caz and infected Rennick!

Maaaaan, horror art is like a punching bag for me, it’s my sick form of therapy. I hope you like @thesleepyfable and that I did him alright. I feel I may have made his teeth too sharp and that his neck isn’t bent enough but hopefully the creepiness and Shape-feel was nailed here.

[maryanddeadthings]

pretty please a drawing of Brodie and Raffs? i'm absolutely in awe of your drawings, they're so amazing :D

Thank youuuuuuu! 🥹

For some reason I really struggled with Brodie here but here’s the boys. Definitely words of encouragement from Brodie.

[maryanddeadthings]

[maryanddeadthings]

*boops his nose*

CAN I HAVE ONE FUCKIN PLAY THROUGH WHERE THIS FAT ASS FUCKIN PIECE OF SHITE DINNAE COME INTAE THE VENTS WITH ME. I CANNY STAND THIS STUPID FUCKIN BASTARD. ADDAIR DISRESPECT BUTTON💯💯💯💯

[maryanddeadthings]

“My first jog was to Lake Pach, where I remembered him for the first time in months. I remember we swayed by the shore, and I almost cried. Then I remembered it’s okay to grieve. It’s okay to take some comfort in the happy moments. Otherwise, why would it have been so hard to let them go, at all? I blink and greet the lake like it’s a majesty. I scream into the air until my lungs can’t take no more, hearing the birds startle from the treetops. I dance in circles in my own universe, letting all the elements of nature kiss me. To know I am a force to be reckoned with.”

- Under the Foundation

So I keep forgetting that I literally finished a fanfic novel lmao

This is the first time I’ve drawn my girl, Max, until now, she’s just been a description in writing. I need to draw her more. I have NEVER finished a fanfic since, and I really hate it, but this story definitely meant a lot to me personally, I think that’s why I kept coming back and eventually finished it. I really hope I can do the same for SWTD Ten years later AU.

Was gonna colour this, but was overcome by chronic laziness.

Another story definitely suited for mature audiences, but man, something about the Batman universes just drags me back to hyper fixation no matter how hard I try to get away. This story was based on the 2022 Batman movie, or specifically the Riddler, and wouldn’t you know it, guess who Max is shipped with xD

If you’re into some hurt-comfort, crime, drama, and lots and lots of fluffy romance with a disturbed/anti-social and a sane/grounded individual go give it a gander lmao. I may draw an actual book cover for it soon.

Loads of Florence + The Machine fuelled this damn thing

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62905123/chapters/161078134

[maryanddeadthings]

Second ask from me of today... But I had the stupid idea of rennick being haunted by the divers her got killed😭 they start messing with his schedule because it was more important then their lives or something

The new lore got us Rennick simps SHOOK.

He deserves it, tho. Better get some sage, my dude.

[maryanddeadthings]

Draw more trots please? ❤️😁

Just Trots getting sick of his crewmates making messes.

[maryanddeadthings]

Rennick..just rennick. Anything with Rennick. The boy deserves more love. Yes he may be an ass but very silly. Hell Rennick as a blob fish idk do whatever with the creature

Was wanting to post this anyway. Man just a lil unstable. God forbid you get in way of his schedule.

(I still love him I’m just a lil mad at him still it’ll pass)

[maryanddeadthings]

Do you reckon you can draw somethingbof Dobbie and Hoani??

I do have a ref! Sorry it got elongated in the wash ajdbajdb

Look at them 🥹🥹🥹

(I donno if you’re shipping them or not, but this can be either or, right?)

[maryanddeadthings]

Would you be willing to draw my lass? (Ik it sucks im sorry 😔)

It does not! But I hope that was a mask on her face, if not I’m so sorry.

I hope you like!

[maryanddeadthings]

Prev watches Shrek 2 at least six times a day.

@thesleepyfable @thisbeartblog I’m dragging you into this

New REBLOG Game

Just fucking lie about the previous poster