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hi! scooter here. it’s sunday, and i’m doing some self-promotion! have you read my fic yet? i’m working on a longform aloy/avad thing and it’s very good, if i may toot my own horn on it!

if you like explorations of personal growth through trauma, and characters who occupy difficult positions in their society learning to connect in ways they’d never imagined, it’s the fic for you!! someday, it’ll even be sexy - but for now, it’s often playful, deeply affectionate, and sometimes wholesome af. :>

i also write entirely sexy niloy, and have some some work exploring avad’s past with a fic that’s been described as “completely heart-destroying.

so HAVE FUN with that one!!!

i’d be honored if you’d check it out and leave me a like or a comment - like every author i know, it’s like dropping nitrous into the fuel tank >:U <3

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It’s the sound of singing, a duet of male and female voices that are equally off-key and out of tempo with each other. Avad, with his musical ear, cringes. “Seems they’ve killed song instead of each other.”

Teb is at the door just in time to open it as Aloy and Balahn stumble in. She’s grinning crookedly, eyes half-closed, limbs moving with an absolute lack of the lithe confidence he’s always seen in her. She lurches forward, and instinctively Avad catches her. She leans against him heavily, and he can smell the wine on her breath as she smiles serenely up at him. His heart catches in his throat.

“Hi. We had wine. Did you know Brightmarket makes – it’s the. Very good.”

“Very,” Balahn agrees, from where he’s looped his arms around Teb’s shoulders. “Aloy and I are bonded brothers now!”

“Siblings?” Avad offers gently.

Swiveling her head up to look at him, Aloy frowns deeply. “No. It’s – it’s better when it’s. You know.”

“Alliteration?”

“Mmm.” She smiles again, eyelids fluttering shut. “You’re so smart.”

“And you’re so drunk,” he says, laughing a little. He looks to Teb for help, but the stitcher is busy handling his partner. “Let’s get you some water - and put you in bed.”

“Bed sounds good,” she agrees, still leaning into him. Then she goes still, squinting at the room. “Where is bed, again?”

“I’ll see you in the morning,” Teb says, trying to sound exasperated but mostly looking amused as Balahn presses sloppy kisses across his partner’s shoulder and cheek, mumbling words of affection under his breath. Of all the possible results of their meeting, indulging in entirely too much wine is almost the best they could have hoped for. “If you need help with her, let me know – I’ll get Balahn settled and come back down.”

“I think I can manage,” Avad replies. “But likewise.”

“It’ll be ok. He’ll probably just fall asleep.”

True to what Teb says, Balahn’s head is drooping, eyes barely open. “'Night, brother.”

“Yeah. Yeah! Brother," she mumbles. "Pleasant dreams.”

The whole thing is so surreal that it takes a serious effort to keep from laughing out loud. What he wants to do is help her down the hall to her room, but in the time it takes him to get her a glass of water she’s pitched forward onto the bed, face-down. She sighs deeply, then rolls over to look up at him through ginger eyelashes. Her gaze is just a little out of focus, but she’s peering up at him, smiling.

“Here, have some water,” he quickly says, sitting on the edge of the bed and offering her the glass. It’s mostly a sense of self-preservation that keeps him stoic. She ignores the offered water entirely.

“Had plenty to drink already.” She frowns. “Need to take my boots off. Help.”

This time, he does laugh. She raises her leg, wiggling her foot at him. Her lips thin into an obstinate frown when he doesn’t immediately help her with her boot. She wiggles it again – but more violently, like she’s kicking the air. He stares at her for a long minute, and her frown deepens.

“Let’s make a deal,” Avad offers, kneeling beside the bed. “You drink this, and I will take off your boots.”

For a few seconds, Aloy seems to consider the offer. Then she reaches out and takes the glass. A good amount of water drips off her chin and all over her front, but the rest she manages to swallow. Then she wiggles her feet at him again, both of them this time, and he relents. With her boots off, she then tries to undo the metal plates that cover her shoulders and elbows and gets stuck halfway. She makes a frustrated noise, but before she can hurt herself, Avad is there, too – he undoes the clasps, lets her take them off.

That apparently takes more coordination than she can manage, because she pitches forward, directly into him. He catches her, holds her gently. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah. S’all. Bed’s moving a lot is all,” she mumbles grumpily into his chest. She grabs at his shirt and he sits very still while she grasps a handful of cloth, pressing it into her face. “Why’s your shirt so much softer than mine?!”

Avad bites back a laugh at the absolutely offended tone of her voice. “The perks of being king.”

“I want it.”

He pauses, mid blink. “What?”

“Your shirt. I want it.”

Before he can really process her demand, she’s crawling out of her own top, and he quickly jumps up the moment his eyes catch sight of freckle-dusted shoulders.

“By the Sun!” he gasps, staring very pointedly at the ceiling and covering his eyes with a hand just to be certain. He feels her tugging at the hem of his shirt again.

“C’moooon,” she whines.

Backed into a corner and seeing no other escape, Avad sighs deeply, shrugging his top over his head and passing it to her. She makes a little delighted noise, and it’s only once she stops wiggling into the fine silks does he look down.

“I’m the king now,” she proclaims. She looks ridiculous in the oversized men’s top, but she’s beaming at him. “Mmm. Smells nice.”

For just a moment, his eyes linger on her. “Let me get you some more water,” he finally says, gently. She nods. By the time he turns around with a full glass, she’s curled on her side on his bed – mouth open slightly, apparently fast asleep. He very quietly sets the glass of water on the bedside table, bringing the whole pitcher over as an afterthought, then breaths out a little laugh. He shakes his head, wondering if she’s ever actually had the kind of quantities of wine he knows Balahn is capable of drinking. From her current state, he sincerely doubts it.

“Well, I suppose your room is fine,” he mutters, because he knows there’s no way he’s going to be able to wake her. Not when she looks so comfortable, so peaceful. It’s a small price to pay, for her.

He’s not prepared for Aloy to reach for him, grasping his hand. His heart stops for a second because she’s looking at him with clear eyes. For just a second, there’s her usual fierceness. Then, the comfortably intoxicated smile comes back. “You’re – you’re so good,” she mumbles. “So good. Make sure we have lots of tea. So much tea.”

With a gentle squeeze of her hand, Avad smiles. “Of course. Get some rest. And drink that water.”

“Mmn. Sure thing, Your Lumi-Radiance.”

Outside his room, Avad leans against the wall, clapping a hand over his mouth to keep quiet. When he’s sure he’s out of earshot, he laughs fully, then goes to get a glass of wine for himself. After this day, he’s certainly earned it.

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wonder who the culprit is

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Get to know the Blogger!

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Name: honestly, the most consistent is hanna, my name, beyond that, xenon and scooter are tied.

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Favorite author: brandon sanderson :>

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hzd photomode tour - the Sacred Lands 2/∞

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Reese Witherspoon as Elle Woods LEGALLY BLONDE (2001)

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(I’ve wanted to draw sth like this for 8 years now… dunno what took me so long)

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Another thing I’ve wanted to draw for 23802 years now !

Better late than never, was totally inspired by Spike’s ff ‘Driving Lessons’ ! Been going through your works again lately and man, I still love everything T__T <333

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My boss: “Why were you late to work today?”

Me: “Will Smith was performing Aladdin songs in the middle of traffic”

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obsessed with this

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Oughh I have such a strong mental image for Bud… just the biggest earthiest firbolg ever…  that pegasus scene took me out.  

 Thank you Justin for this friendly pal bud.. Argo and Himbo Fitzroy to come!

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@nathalia-sod :’3c it’s our boy...

Flying fox taking off