#anyways i had this in drafts for like a month

[nerin010]

. . . » stardust cookie stimboard req. by: myself

"i thought they looked like my oc and now im hyperfixating on them haha" ~ me, approx. 2 weeks ago, when i made this stimboard (excl. center img, of course)

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too lazy to make a dni banner but nsfw agere, ddlg, cgl(re), proshippers, anti-antis, etc dni (alongside standard dni affair)

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I've been thinking a lot about Leonarda's not-death ever since it happened back in April.

("What death?" you might ask, to which I say: "EXACTLY!")

Back in mid-April, Vegetta and Leonarda were mining together in a one-block wide tunnel. A mob (a Petriman) got between the two of them, and Vegetta told Leonarda to step back while he took care of it. At this point, they'd spent enough time together that he trusted Leo to listen to him.

Instead, she was killed by the same sweeping edge bug that killed her siblings.

-

Vegetta's reaction here is what's really interesting to me. Unlike most other parents on the Island, there are no shouts or tears – only a very brief "Hmm" and then silence. He very quietly takes stock of the situation, saying "Vegetta, no" and wondering aloud why Leo didn't defend herself. In chat, Foolish says "It was a bug, right? LAG" to which Vegetta slowly responds "Yes, lag. Bug." (Despite this, Foolish still asks "WHAT HAPPENED" in chat, though Vegetta doesn't reply).

Instead, he creates a slightly wider space in the tunnel where Leo's body is. He continues quietly taking stock of the situation, wondering why Leo didn't defend herself (which is what necessitated his intervention). She'd been lagging a lot that day, and he figures that must be the cause, and eventually when Leo re-appears out of thin air in the middle of the cave and collects her stuff, she confirms that the lag got to her and that's why she didn't fight the mob.

Now here's where things get interesting:

Vegetta checks the tab list. Online, it's just him, Leonarda, Roier, and Foolish. He quietly tells Leonarda "The body has already disappeared, and without a body, there is no crime. Nothing is happening. Did you die?" Leo shakes her head, and Vegetta shakes his head too, and in the kind voice he uses sometimes with Leo, he says: "I believe you have not died. Where is the body? It isn't anywhere, no mija. If it was a mistake, it was a mistake."

Leo says: "I saw Diosito (God) pa, and I was scared. God, what am I doing here?" and Vegetta laughs, telling her it's alright. Leo says "No pasa nada (don't worry / nothing happened)" and Vegetta says: "And the people who are watching us have not seen it either." To Foolish and Roier, he messages: "Secreto."

And the funniest thing about this is it worked.

Not a single person spoke about it. I saw this entire event go down live and I didn't see a WHISPER of what transpired among fans. I can't even remember if the QSMP official accounts talked about it (they sure didn't mention it in Vegetta's recap of the day). We could discuss this in meta terms of course– Leo was having known lag issues that day, Vegetta's beloved by the admins so of course they're willing to turn a blind eye rather than slap a "?" over Leonarda's life on the Eggstatistics, but meta talk isn't what I'm interested in here.

I'm interested in q!Vegetta, the weird "god-adjacent" aura he's got, and the way the universe bends to his will.

Before he took a break from the server, Rubius seemed to be a caretaker for the Eggs who died (for example, he was present when Maxo, Quackity, and Mariana & Slime said their final goodbyes to Trumpet, Tilin, and JuanaFlippa). Because of his role as an "angel" and some of his dialogue during the early days of the server, it's not a stretch to say he probably came to collect any Egg who lost a life. I can imagine he did the same when he saw Leonarda die – that is, until Vegetta said "And the people who are watching us have not seen it either." Realistically, we know Vegetta was saying this to Chat (and possibly the admins as well), but again, we're looking at this from an "in-universe" perspective.

I wonder if Vegetta was aware of Rubius' role, and this was his way of telling Rubius "No. I won't allow that to happen." We know Rubius has a soft-spot for Vegetta (and we also know that Rubius was cast out of heaven several months later) so it makes me wonder if these two instances are connected.

Either way, this isn't the first time the laws of the QSMP universe have bent for Vegetta, and I certainly don't think it'll be the last.

Rubius or no, Leo didn't die that day.

Vegetta made sure of it.

[mmmairon]

Master Crepus painted many eagles during his lifetime, but he never could've foreseen creating an eagle with such fire.

[tomwambsgans]

tomgreg + ratatouille (2007)

bonus:

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

(context for watcher/listener!sausage can be found in the “videos” tag on my blog if you want it, but this ficlet can be read without said context)

- - -

“Y’know, of all the Hermits I was expecting to be pulling me into a dark corner tonight, I did not expect you to be first, Grian! I love the initiative!”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Grian says in a voice near a hiss. He’s got Sausage by the wrist, leading him into a small area of the upper floor of the tavern in Sanctaury that does look like it was built for the exact purpose Sausage is implying. Grian decides to ignore that as well.

“What are you doing here?” Grian’s straight to the point. He always has to be, with these Things, if he doesn’t want to get trapped in a loop of slant rhyming pleasantries.

“What do you mean?” Sausage asks, shaking his wrist out of Grian’s tight grip and leaning comfortably against the wall. “This is where I live. It’s my home. If anything, I should be asking you mysterious strangers what you’re doing here, but I’m sure you’ve heard that question enough for one day.”

“You know exactly what I mean.” Grian crosses his arms and tries his best not to look petulant, but he sure feels like it. “I thought They’d given up on trying to snatch me back, so why would They send you of all people? What’s your game?”

Sausage laughs, honest to god laughs, like he can’t believe Grian’s even asking him such a question. Grian thinks it’s a reasonable question, in this scenario, but what he thinks and what’s reasonable rarely seems to matter with these things.

“They didn’t send me,” Sausage looks him up and down in that way that makes Grian have to physically stop himself from curling inwards. This is why he never talks to Them. “Nobody sends me anywhere, they don’t tell me what to do and I like it that way! I just do my own thing. Isn’t that what you’re doing?”

“No you’re not! You’re not- you can’t be! That’s not how this works!” Grian begins to notice that he’s no longer whisper-shouting and starting to just-normal-shout and takes a deep breath, trying not to draw the attention of his friends enjoying themselves on the floor below. And, realistically, in the other dark corners Sausage seems to have built into this place.

“That’s exactly how this works. You didn’t think you were the only person who’d left, did you?”

Grian opens his mouth, closes it, and thinks. In hindsight… yeah, he had kind of assumed he’d been the only person who’d left. Not for lack of trying, probably- but They’d tried for so long to get him back, kept him closely surveilled even when They’d accepted he was gone- surely some people had caved to that pressure eventually. When there was no sign They’d ever let up, ever let you go… he could understand eventually letting it overtake you.

“Did- did you leave, too?” Grian doesn’t remember the last time he saw Sausage’s face. He didn’t know him back then, of course. He probably would’ve connected the man with the person Pearl so often spoke about sooner. But he knows it’s been a long time, maybe even longer than the last time Grian had gone There. He doesn’t think Sausage had been There, that day. This might explain why.

“Eh, not quite?”

“What-“ Grian flails, both mentally and with his arms a bit. “What do you mean not quite?”

“Exactly what I said! I was never- it’s complicated, y’know?”

“Explain. Now.”

“Well, uh,” Sausage seems to flounder for the first time since this conversation started, which Grian is choosing to take as a victory. “Look, I wasn’t- they didn’t pick me. For this, or for anything, ever. Sometimes things just happen and you get yourself into a place you shouldn’t have and then… they can’t get rid of me, I can’t get rid of them, it is what it is.”

Grian stares at him for a long moment. Really stares at him, in the same way Sausage had looked him over earlier, in the same way that makes you feel like you’re under a microscope. Judging by the sudden nerves in his eyes, Grian can assume he feels it too. Grian remembers his face. That had been the first thing he’d noticed, when the Hermits had arrived. It had been a long time since they’d seen each other, but Grian knew his face. And now that Grian was studying him, really trying to remember… he’s not sure he quite likes what memories he’s dredging up.

“What are you?”

“Grian!” Sausage’s voice drips with mock offense as he puts his hand up to partially cover his mouth. “We only just met, do you think that’s polite?”

“Answer the question,” Grian sighs. How Pearl deals with this man on the regular, he doesn’t know.

“Well, if you insist.” Sausage sighs, somehow even more exaggerated than his previous movements. “It’s just… if you’ll believe it, it’s somehow even harder to answer the first question.”

“It shouldn’t be,” Grian says. “They’re two very different People, you know.”

“But they’re the same species, when it all comes down to it. Like, you might be very different than a chicken, but you’re both birds in the long run.”

Grian pauses, fanning his wings out a bit behind him as he considers. “I don’t think that metaphor’s quite landing the way you want it to.”

“No, me neither. Anyways, let me continue.

When they don’t pick you, things go a little differently! You don’t get sorted onto one side or the other since, well, you’re not really supposed to be there? So I’m… whatever I want to be, really. I think I’m feeling like more of a Listener, today, but we’ll see how the mood shifts.”

Grian flinches at the Name, on instinct. He doesn’t know how to feel about that, so he files it away to be dealt with at a later date. As for the rest of what Sausage said-

“What?”

“You heard me.” Sausage shrugs. He’s so nonchalant, Grian thinks he might strangle him, if not for the worry that that’s exactly what he wants out of this, somehow.

“Did I? Did I hear you?” Grian wants to pace, but that requires leaving the security of the corner, so he forces his feet to root themselves to the floor. “I thought- I thought you had to- if you wanted to change sides, I thought you had to-“

Grian closes one eye and takes his thumb to it, twisting the finger into his eyelid. The gesture seems to get the point across.

“Well, that’s the funny thing about this, actually.” From the way he’s been talking, Grian assumed Sausage thought this whole thing was funny. He restrains himself from saying that out loud if only so Sausage will finish his explanation.

Sausage reaches up to his left eye, pulls his eye lid back a bit, and unceremoniously pops out his prosthetic eye.

“All these processes and rituals actually have a lot of loopholes.”

Grian doesn’t know what face he’s making, but it’s enough to make Sausage giggle while he pops the eye back in. Because of course he does. Because this how his day is going, apparently. Walk through a weird portal in his basement and wake up in a world filled with his friends who don’t recognize him and also a guy he only ever saw There, who he was never supposed to see again. Sure. Of course he’s laughing about it. Grian thinks if he was a slightly different person, he’d be laughing too. It is, undeniably, absurd.

“Well, I think we’re done here then!” Grian would probably object if he weren’t so shocked about the loopholes. As it is, he just stands there a bit stupidly.

Sausage turns away to return to the party before turn around again for just a moment, reaching over, and ruffling Grian’s hair. That shocks him enough to shake him out of his stupor and swat Sausage’s hand away, though not before his hair is suitably messed up.

“What was that for?!”

Sausage smiles as he reaches up to rough up his own hair as well. “I assumed you didn’t want your friends asking questions about why you were dragging me into a dark corner, you know?” Sausage even goes far enough to pull his shirt a bit out of where it’s tucked into his pants, because of course he does. Grian tries not to cringe, but Sausage is right about this one thing. It is the easiest way to dodge any questions about where he’d gone off to- at the expense of the many knowing looks and teasing remarks he’ll be getting from the other Hermits instead.

“Have a good night, Grian!” Sausage calls over his shoulder as he turns to leave for real this time. “And remember, drinks are on me for all you guests tonight! You look like you need it.”

[veggiecorner]

He's gonna get it eventually

[thenothlng]

dasein

[outism-had-a-purpose]

Ryoshu w/ pregnancy stretchmarks. do you understand me

[thedrotter]

my second return to Earthbound but this time it took 8 months after i got hit with rhe ao3 writer effect I have healed... I am here to feed you again🩷

[echioceras]

[ID: An edit of a tweet by user peet @PeetingDisorder on Twitter from October 27, 2022 at 10:33 AM that reads, "Girlfriend forgot to tie the leash to a tree. I could have ran away but I didn't because I love her." A picture of Alex Horne speaking is edited on top with a half-faded out picture of Greg Davies over the text "girlfriend." /End ID]

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID: a sketch page of various drawings of Willow Park from the owl house. From left to right the drawings are: timeskip willow playing flyer derby, Willow in her season 1 casual outfit next to her in her season 3 Halloween costume, Willow as Anne in an amphibia au, young willow doing pottery with her dad Gilbert, young willow and amity holding hands/hugging and smiling, and willow looking at clover, who's perched on her finger and wearing a dress and wig made of yarn so as to resemble Willow. Willow is trying to hold back laughter while clover looks unamused. In the center is a drawing of Willow drawing a large spell circle with her staff, and the title of the sketch page reads "willow week 2023", with each drawing labeled as a specific day/prompt, such as day 3: flyer derby/fav on-screen outfit, day 1: crossover, day 2: childhood/father-daughter, or day 1: palismen bonding. Drawings 2, 6, and 7 are coloured while the rest are uncoloured. The background is a scribbly green. End ID]

hi I’m only a month or so late to it BUT! Nearly out of the mines (finals) and that means i can post the sketch page i worked on for Willow Week! Hosted by @agrebel18

[shoezuki]

Sampo has been quiet, not even giving Gepard the slightest hints of what planets he is dragging him to, what Gepard should expect. His questions are always answered with a lazy wave of Sampo's hand, or a cheeky grin, a chuckle that makes Gepard punch his shoulder. (Sampo has started gasping, wincing in actual pain each time, only breaking his acting when Gepard panics and apologizes and holds him close. Gepard shoving him doesn't stop his laughter.)

His own secrecy seems to be eating at him, though. Gepard stands by the windows and watches stars shoot by as tails of light, actually watching Sampo squirm out of the corner of his eye; his legs don't stop moving as he sits in the piloting chair, he wriggles and shivers like he's uncomfortable, and occasionally his eyes light up and he opens his mouth before slamming it shut and trying to force himself still. It's cute, although he looks almost frantic and crazed sometimes.

If it had been anyone else witnessing Sampo's too-sharp smiles and erratic movements would have probably worried Sampo was going to snap and murder them. Luckily, Gepard recognizes Sampo's uncontainable excitement and finds it endearing.

Their small, unfortunately stolen space shuttle doesn't leave them any room to be apart. Gepard finds it to be comforting, though, now used to being shoved so close to Sampo that he can always, always reach out and touch him. Which he does. A lot. (Sampo always makes a humming, surprised sound in the back of his throat when Gepard catches him by surprise. He always tenses up, first, instinct raising his hackles. He relaxes quicker and quicker with each artificial day, though.)

"Is that the one?" Gepard asks, the ship humming and jolting gently and making electric groaning sounds as they slip out of hyperdrive. Galaxies and planets pass by as smudges of colour and light when Sampo sets their course and pushes the ship to its limits. But sometimes he randomly will slow things down, let them drift a bit, maybe point out celestial bodies and strange star patterns to Gepard and talk about them in strangely personal detail.

("I don't know what they're actually called but we called 'em Star Hoppers. They're usually... oh, there! There! You see that-- no no, where I'm pointing. And squint your eyes and you can see it. It kinda looks like a frog, right? Wait, do you know what a frog is, Geppie? Whatever, doesn't matter. But uh anyways I hope you got your fill because those things have some insane grudges and apparently will tell all their friends about the businessman who was distracted and accidentally crashed a massive ship into a whole family of Star Hoppers so we need to leave before it senses us.")

"Yep!" Sampo's voice echoes off of metallic walls. Gepard can feel the whole ship tilt slightly as Sampo slides his fingers over glowing blue screens, the shifting wings paddling through stardust and dark matter like oars. Sampo reaches over to some dial and the rough metal roof and walls shimmer, shifting into perfectly translucent glass. It's far from the first time, but Gepard always finds himself gaping at the hanging stars, the sudden feeling of being the only two people in endless space. Gepard looks towards the far, far off planet they are approaching and watches clouds of microscopic glittering dust shift like waves and his breath catches in his throat.

(If he turned his head slightly he'd notice Sampo watching him, always watching.)

The planet is light years away despite their fast approach, and at this distance it's less a uniform, round shape and more a gathered haze of colour. They approach quickly, the swirling haze solidifying into twisting shapes, intertwining lines and vines. It's only when they are just outside the hazy atmosphere that Gepard sees leaves, branches, and realizes the surface of the planet is completely consumed by greenery.

The ship jolts and shudders as they enter the atmosphere, surrounded by a blue-green sky barely visible through a swirling, thick smog of shifting colours of green and pink. Massive, all-encompassing treetops stretch out underneath them, millions of shivering leaves in shades of dark green, near-yellow colours, pale greens. Huge vines and twisting branches overlapped, intertwining with one another and bending in impossible ways.

Gepard's chest feels light, awe bright and burning under his ribs. He turns to Sampo to say something, eyes wide and vibrant, but finds any words he was going to stay fizzling into nothing. Sampo was already staring at him, a soft grin on his face, eyes half-lidded and fixated on Gepard. He found his face warming, his breath catching in his lungs. Gepard can't get used to the way Sampo looks at him.

He walks over to stand beside Sampo as he controls the ship, ducking them down down down closer to the surface that Gepard can't see. He rests a hand, gentle and hesitant on Sampo's shoulders; Sampo flinches and a wing of their ship tears through branches and leaves. Neither of them react, say anything, but Gepard grins when Sampo relaxes and leans into him.

The forest they move through is unimaginable, completely impossible to Gepard; trees the size of mountains, leaves as big as their ship, dark brown bark flowing past them like water. Trees and plants grow on top of branches, roots digging through wood and bark, hanging underneath like vines. Flowers of impossible colours and shades bloom among leaves and bushes, shifting and shivering as they move past. The fog permeating in the air makes the place look ethereal like a dream.

The world grows darker the closer they get to the surface, layers and layers of plant life blocking out the light from the trio of stars the planet orbits. thick vines strangle tree trunks, twisting over and around one each other impossible. Flowers the size of buildings shift towards their ship as Sampo directs them through the dark, petals bending as if to pluck them out of the air.

Sampo directs them up closer to the hazy sky, through the branches of a gargantuan tree that towers above most. Sampo slows their ship down, settling them on a flat, wide branch the size of a road. The ship jolt, hums, stutters over vines and rough bark before humming to a stop.

"Welcoooooome," Sampo sings out, leaning back and grinning up at Gepard. He throws his hands out in a wide flourish. "To Vix! well actually its technically called V-9, but that's not a fun name at all.

"We can't go outside," Sampo says quickly, "this ship-thing doesn't have any sanitization processes and I couldn't find any protective gear. If we stepped outside without anything the pollen and spores would seep into our lungs and probably start growing which is uh. gross."

"Is that what this is?" Gepard asks, looking up, "pollen?" Sampo's response is a humming affirmation, a sharp nod of his head. Gepard lets the quiet settle over them, comfortable and warm. He's transfixed by the planet, the life of it, the all encompassing green. He stands right by the massive windows, staring down and out and at everything intently, his back to Sampo. Small, pencil-thin vines teem over the branch they've settled on, dotted with minuscule flowers of blues and purples and whites. The leaves above them shiver with the wind, rustling sounding like wind chimes. It's beautiful.

"I dunno if it's true," Sampo breaks the silence, his voice a soft sound Gepard loves, "but allegedly this planet was once overrun by herbivores, no predators to keep them in line. Any and all plant life was chewed up, destroyed, stripped down to nothing. Yaoshi, the Abundance, passed by and saw how uneven the planet was. They gifted the plant life a chance to fight back and filled the soil with their power. It tipped the balance the other way, though, and now the planet is more plant than anything else. The pollen and spores are dangerous and will cling and grow on anything. The vacuum of space will kill anything that clings to the ship, but if we dragged the spores to another planet it would destroy it, too."

"That's..." Gepard starts, but finds himself at a loss. It's terrifying, really, the power an Aeon could evoke with a passing thought. The idea of how easily the plants could spread makes him shiver. But it's still beautiful, as scary as it is. The teeming life and power in every plant, every leaf, every root on this planet. It's mesmerizing.

"That's horrifying," Gepard settles with, the awe in his voice contradicting his words. Sampo seems to understand, though, in that way he always does; throwing his head back with a full-bodied laugh, grinning and nodding. "I know, right? It's cool."

It's quiet again, peaceful. Gepard can't look away from the planet. He watches the small, small flowers puff out, yellow pollen joining the haze. Branches and vines writhe, slowly but surely, moving along bark.

He feels Sampo walk up beside him, a hand almost shy as it grasps his own. Gepard doesn't hesitate, grasping Sampo's hand and interlocking their fingers. Sampo shakes, slightly. He always shakes in these little moments, like he's overwhelmed and close to bursting. Gepard glances at him out of the corner of his eye, smiling softly at the pale pink blush on his face, the light casting a pale green shade over him. Sampo's lips are a thin line, barely contained.

"You like it?" Sampo whispers it out. "The... the planet."

He's rarely bashful, rarely so shy and subdued, unsure. He's more unsure with Gepard now, though, more hesitant, almost scared. Gepard squeezes his hand. "Yeah, it's... lovely."

"You said you like green," Sampo blurts it out, hunching his shoulders to his ears and looking away so Gepard can't see his face. "You said... so I thought. You'd like this place."

It had been a passing comment, an answer to a random question Sampo had asked when they both were half asleep. ("Geppie? You awake?" "...Hmph?" "Okay, sweet. what's your favourite colour?" "... Green?" "...Really? I thought you'd say blue or something.") He hadn't thought of it, nearly forgotten about it, but clearly Sampo held it in his hands close to himself.

"...You brought us here," Gepard says, turned to Sampo fully, "because I like green?"

"Don't get a big head over it now, Geppie!" Sampo chokes out, huffing and crossing his arms. He doesn't dare to let go of Gepard's hand, instead accidentally dragging him closer. "Maybe I wanted to visit here before that, huh? Maybe I like this planet! Or maybe Sampo Koski is just trying to be the best intergalactic guide in the universe!"

Gepard just snorts and rolls his eyes, not giving a response to Sampo's floundering. It's calm, Gepard standing so close to Sampo, his warmth intoxicating. It takes no effort to wrap his arms around Sampo and rest his chin on his shoulder.

This time, Sampo barely tenses before melting into Gepard. It makes his heart inflate.

"You like plants," Sampo whispers, again. a confession. "And your apartment had so many of them. And you said you like green. But there's no plants on Jarilo. At least, not much. So... ta da?"

Gepard feels like he could explode, like his heart is going to burst out and paint the world with his feelings. He feels light, and airy and all he can do is stare up at Sampo, awestruck with something other than the planet Vix.

He hums, presses a kiss to Sampo's jaw. It's barely a kiss, really, more like pressing his wide smile into Sampo's skin. But he still feels Sampo's breath catch in his lungs, just like it does every time Gepard kisses him, touches him, adores him. "Thank you." Gepard imprints his words into Sampo's skin, barely getting them out and across his neck, his jaw, before Sampo twists around and captures his lips with his own.

[alangdorf]

I got married this summer!! And I spent the year leading up to it designing & patterning & making my dresses! So here they are; unfortunately my photo selection is pretty limited cause our photographer got almost no fullbody pictures of me alone from the front, but w/e

My wedding dress/outfit/what have you consisted of an Edwardian-ish blouse and a skirt which I drafted off of an actual Victorian walking skirt pattern except since I didn’t wanna obtain/wear a corset & bustle I took out the hip shaping so it just turned out to be a partial circle skirt that’s a little longer and fuller in back. Oh, and the front panel was actually two overlapping panels which could be folded back and attached to the inside of the skirt. I wore it closed at the actual marriage part which I didn’t get good pics of, and open at the ring ceremony, which is where all the above pics were taken. The pants were resale, but I did make my veil and bouquet!

The second dress was very inspired by this set of classic lolita OP’s (particularly the one in the first two pics) which I first saw back in 2021 and I’d been itching to make something similar ever since, so I picked up the fabric for it when it was on sale back at my old job and then pencilled it in as my reception dress so I would actually get around to making it. (Although fun fact both of these outfits STILL need more sewing done before they’re completely ready for regular wear lol. Someday) I got the cameo for the brooch off Etsy (it has a butterfly on it) and my grandma bought me the shoes for Christmas last year, though I added the bows to them (they’re removable and I also made a pink set) and also made the earrings and hair bow.

Anyway we recently got done moving and stuff so hopefully I will be able to do more art soon! (Also they/them preferred as usual 💜)

[qinghe-s]

trust

[id: three gifs from episode twenty-three of cql/the untamed. the first and third show nie mingjue, the second one shows lan xichen, both from the shoulders up. in the first gif nie mingjue is looking ahead with a displeased expression, and then turns to look at lan xichen who can be seen nodding and smiling slightly in the second gif. having been given confirmation, nie mingjue looks away again in the third gif. his shoulders lower a little, suggesting some tension is released. end id.]

[icewindandboringhorror]

Baby boy brother birthday photos from last year that I just realized I never uploaded!

[dustyspines]

ghost light

Six years after walking out of his life, Albus Potter reappears on Scorpius Malfoy’s doorstep.

And, on any normal day, it would’ve been fine. Welcomed, perhaps. It had been the only thing Scorpius longed for all those years: reuniting with Albus. Except it isn’t a normal day. There are no more normal days, not anymore.

Atropos, they call it. The meteor. Six months away, traversing a dead-end path all the way to Earth. And if you’d asked Scorpius years ago who he’d want at his side on his last day alive he would’ve said Albus. Now, with a lot more life lived under his belt, he isn’t quite so sure.

But, as it seems, he doesn’t have a choice in the matter. Because Albus is persistent, Scorpius still hasn’t moved on and, when it comes to the two of them, there is no such thing as ancient history. There is only here and now and six months for them to figure out where it all went wrong.

chapter one: esse chapter two: quam chapter three: videri

read on ao3 here ♡