#( i'm not even sure i should be back here )

[commsroom]

eiffel returning to earth and encountering people and places and things that he's known so closely for years - that some part of him might even instinctively feel he should recognize - but without the ability to consciously remember them vs. lovelace returning to earth and seeing all those familiar things and knowing them, and knowing how they've changed in her absence, but being unable to shake the part of her that keeps telling her she's seeing them for the first time. how both of these could be used as an exploration of trauma, and returning to a place (that hasn't changed at all; that's changed too much) that you no longer fit into; that rubs up against the changed shape of your life in raw and uncomfortable places.

[iwanttobepersephone]

Y'all ever get obsessed with a fandom despite never interacting with the original thing and basing your understanding of it purely off of what the common consensus among the fandom is?

And then, years later, your brain decides to briefly get obsessed with it again, but instead of going and watching the original content, you just base everything off of your now even more vague understanding of canon? And then, eventually, you end up just creating your own thing that's slightly based on the original concept?

Yeah, that's me with Sanders Sides right now

Anyways, here's some doodles

[tearlessrain]

seriously can catastrophes stop happening for five minutes my brain is already fried from the ones we're already experiencing

[thisapplepielife]

When you're 18,742 words into a chapter and you say to yourself: Self? You know what this chapter needs?

More words.

[moe-broey]

That one meme but it's Moe lore🧍

Directly reffed some battle scenes for the bgs! (Under cut!)

Askr castle and tbh Askr motifs as a whole you are so. Difficult.

[queenlucythevaliant]

Why can't the churches with choirs and pipe organs and stained glass windows have a bit more theological rigor??

[mattodore]

we’re back to editing again🚶

[aroacehanzawa]

starting to think that my division of the day into

6am-12pm morning

12pm-6pm afternoon

6pm-12am evening

12am-6am night

is not exactly universal 🤔🤔🤔

[magentagalaxies]

in an unexpected turn of events i'm having to edit down the content in my aubrey monologues so that i can actually fit all four of them in my final performance for my standup class and on the one hand it sucks bc i really love some of the jokes i have to cut but on the other hand someday i'll be able to write more monologues and possibly expand upon this cut material so i can get a whole monologue on a topic that would've just been an aside

[edwardshundredyearoldspunk]

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[quiveringdeer]

Bertholdt seems like he'd love to spend his birthday outside in the fresh air with a nice cup of tea, some books, and a bunch of pretty flowers to look at with you. Or curled up by the fire under a big blanket. Something very cozy.

Ooooh I can totally see this Nonnie. Bertie doesn't like to make a big spectacle of his birthday. He's used to it just being quality time spent with his parents and maybe a few close friends like Reiner.

And that's a tradition you'd naturally get folded into.

Imagine being nestled all snug against Bertie in one of those large hammocks for two. You've both brought books you wanted to read and that happens for a good bit before you notice Bertl's book laying on his chest while his eyes are staring up at the sky beyond the shade of the large oak tree shielding you from the afternoon sun.

And I know it's cliche as hell, but it's my imagine I'll thin what I want. But it remains a comfortable silence as you close your book and tilt your head against his shoulder so you can better angle your gaze in the same direction. After some long, peaceful moments of quiet contemplation Bertholdt's deep voice softly parts the silence. "That cloud looks like a hippopotamus face."

It's such a wild thought that you don't even manage to look for the apparent hippopotamus face in the sky before snorting out a laugh, "What?"

Casually he repeats his assertion, "That cloud looks like a hippopotamus face." The words haven't changed but there's an unmistakable layer of amusement enriching his tone.

Unhelpfully, Bertholdt doesn't even raise his arm to point out this clump of fluffy cumulus supposedly impersonating a plumpfaced pachyderm. Instead, when you lift your eyes back to the sky, your peripheral vision catches Bertl pointing his chin to where you should be looking. Again. Not helpful. But you suppose you can't blame him for not wanting to disturb the cozy posture you're both situated in.

Your gaze flits across the sky, searching for the right lump of clouds. But nowhere in the cerulean expanse do you find a hippo face. "Honey. I see something that looks like someone tossing pizza dough in the air but no hippo."

"You see, what?" Now it's his turn for an incredulous chuckle.

"You know. Those people that throw the dough in the air and spin it around with their hands to make it flat."

"I understand that. How are you making that out?"

"Because it's right there." You reach an arm up to point his gaze toward the pizza person. Like a helpful individual. "See?"

"Hn." You know that "hn." That's the "hn" he uses to make you think he knows what you're talking about.

"You don't see it?"

"Sorry, Ahuvatì. I don't."

You huff and Bertl turns his head to place a kiss to your forehead. You guess it's a decent consolation for his awful eyesight and imagination. "Okay. Well where's your hippo face then?"

The petulance laced in your exasperated question sparks another deep chuckle from Bertholdt. He lifts his arm to point toward a mass of clouds with two whispy tendrils on top and bottom. "It was there. Those little whips at the top were the ears and then there were some small gaps bellow that looked like nostrils on its snout."

"Hmph. A likely story."

Bertholdt links his fingers with yours of the arms squished between you both. He gives three quick squeezes and keeps your hand in his.

"Why would I make it up? And what about your pizza person cloud, hmm?" The hammock is rocking a bit now with the way his shoulders shake from his laughter.

Your head tilts back to meet his gaze, returning the three quick squeezes. Small thin lines crinkle the outer corners of his eyes as he grins at you. It's hard not to be drawn into the deep verdant pools of his eyes when he's smiling like this. It's not an uncommon expression to see, but it still makes your heart race when he focuses that joy and adoration directly on you.

"Uh, what?"

Your dazed response makes Bertl's cheeks flush. The thought that he can somehow distract your thoughts and make your mind, all foggy, as you like to say, will never make sense to him. He leans in and presses a sweet peck to the tip of your nose.

"Nothing, Ahuvatì." His free hand reaches over to cup your face, thumb brushing over the crest of your cheek. "How about we make pizza for dinner tonight?"

"Hmm..okay. Sounds good to me." Your eyes close and your head tilts into his palm.

Bertholdt leans in to give you a proper sweet kiss on the lips, returning an affirmative hum. "Great."

Pulling his hand from your cheek Bertl picks up his book from his chest to begin reading again. You move to do the same with your discarded book, both of you keeping the hands between your bodies linked together.

A few minutes pass in comfortable silence as you both dive back into your books. Then, a sentence on your page triggers your memory. "Hey wait a second! Just cause you couldn't see it doesn't mean it wasn't there."

You've turned your head too look at Bertholdt but he keep his eye on his book though a big smile spreads his lips. "Mmhm you're completely right about that, Ahuvatì."

His hand squeezes yours in a set of three and you return the gesture as you turn attention back your book. "Love you too, Bertie."

[hikayunas]

🐯

[non-un-topo]

Considering taking a week off to try and get some energy back

[akchually]

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[mutualmango]

[winter-spark]

I notice that even though Citron's my fave, I spend more time here talking about Orange and Navel.

I think it's fear of being wrong.