ceilid. oil rig soap i am foaming at the mouth omg
he's covered in an ever present layer of grease and grime, stinking of sweat and rust. comes off as a cocky showboat when you first arrive on the rig, jokes about wanting to see you all messed up like the rest of 'em, but his jokes are barbed, electric blue eyes looking you up and down like he really can't stand how clean and neat you are compared to the men on board. like he wants to tear your ironed skirt down so he can drag his dirty paws all over your ass and thighs.
you honestly write him off; hard to see the laid back charmer as a genuine threat or even someone to go running to should something bad happen to you, but then everything on the rig goes to shit. something violent and hungry comes out of the water and you can hear the blood curdling screams from the men it catches as you sprint down the landing, the helicopter already starting to take off even as you yell for them to wait.
but then a man twice your size is suddenly pulling you into the shadows, covering your mouth and shushing you as the thing that came aboard the ship suddenly passes (and you think, wildly, that it would've been on you by now had soap not dragged you out of the way) and you watch in horror as it obliterates the chopper, the body of the chopper bursting into flames and going into a tailspin, crashing into the ocean below.
"keep the heid, bonnie," murmured into your ear, the hand around your mouth pressing harder and muffling your screams as he pulls you deeper into the rig, trying to find a place to hide, his arms like steel bands around you. "willnae let anything bad happen to ye."
What if we were both magic prodigies and it otherized us in different ways and we devoted ourselves to protecting a family member who has general other goals & priorities. What if we both did self-sacrifical devotion in opposite ways.
What if we were dark mirrors of each other and where I've grown
overcontrolling you've grown complacent. What if, bought as a servant into a pretty loving home, ownership and control is what love looks like to me, and to you neglected and lonely growing up, love is gratefully taking any scraps of it you’re lent.
By belonging to someone, even if she comes back injured or fails at finding Delgal, she feels like she belongs and is cherished, by owning someone he feels safe in them not leaving him.
She’s what’s tethering him do you see… And he’s the only thing giving her direction and purpose in her state. She needs a compass and he needs a support.
They’re both so out of it 😭 It’s the weirdly intense and unearned mutual trust and reliance on each other?? They’re each other’s weird little comfort codependent teddy bear. Or at least they were headed towards that before SHE DIED THEN HE DIED THEN THEY BOTH FORGOT ABOUT EACH OTHER AND NEVER MET EVER AGAIN. Though she’s also the guard attack hound keeping him safe… And vice versa he heals her and can rewrite her very being with just one wave of his hand. They’re both so so mentally and physically vulnerable both but they cling onto each other. They can’t perceive things accurately but despite it all someway somehow they stumble into something closer to resembling companionship just before they both die. Falin is just that kind and Thistle is just that lonely. Overworked.
We both haven’t lived for ourselves in a very long time, haven’t we.
They both have a similar devotion to the people they love but again the difference is that Thistle starts overtsepping while Falin is self-effacing. The other difference between them is that people care about Falin <3 People have given up on Thistle long ago, and he has given people reasons to, while people refuse to give up on Falin. Yaad has a mini arc about it dw about it it’s ok he’s not all alone in the end 😭😭 He reached out for Marcille’s hand but they already all wanted to help him, they just had to be given the chance to, Yaad just had to be given the chance to, it’s okay I’m okay
Hey what if we learned to get in touch with our own identity and the world around us and living in the present again through being in the worst codependent situationship ever.
Falin and Thistle sitting in a tree, sucking on flowers together because they’re h-u-n-g-r-y 💕💕💕
I bet he’s only ever thought of flowers as useless ornaments. Weak weeds. But she shows him they’re tasty and useful and good and pretty in their own right too and deserve existing without proving their worth and waaa <33 Thistles…... Did you know thistles taste sweet if you remove the thorns and eat them?
"Even as a chimera, her kind nature remains" you can’t suppress her in the way that matters. You can’t soothe him in the way that matters. It’s doomed. You’re doomed. It’s all doomed. Save me.
Pt. 1: thatsbelievable // Cliffs of the Upper Colorado River, Wyoming Territory / Thomas Moran // Caernarvon Castle / George Elbert Burr // Study for "Science Instructing Industry" / Kenyon Cox // mr_froodo // The Beheading of St. John Baptist / Fortunato Duranti // Wolf in White Van / John Darnielle // Slow Dance / Ron Hicks // Ancient Castle / Georgette Agutte // screenshotsofdespair
Pt 2: Brooding Silence / John Carlson // thatsbelievable // a-doctor-not-a-fangirl // Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead / Tom Stoppard // Tiktok comment by anothersomebodie // mountainqoats // stigmate // Suite Vénitienne / Sophie Calle & Jean Baudrillard
Pt. 3: Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides / Anne Carson // Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead / Tom Stoppard // God's Idea / Da Loria Norman // Tangiers / Arnold William Brunner // molabuddy
Hey !! just wanna say keep up with the angst (but yk fluff is cool too sometimes 😅) ,your art is beautiful and I love your content BYE
AAAAAH thank you sm <33333
I highly enjoy angsty and bittersweet stories and so it’s been fun exploring such darker concepts after so long of drawing fluff (i love fluff too gotta draw some fluff for Killer as an apology for the pain i put him through chchchch)
Y’know just cause you sent this ask here’s one more semi-angsty artwork that i never was gonna share at all but guess that changes now just for you so enjoy
someone said oscar is so spiderman coded and now I'm losing my mind. Imagining a landoscar spiderman au specifically them maybe being college roommates and having THE upside down kiss and I think I need to be sedated where I'm sitting
HE IS SO SPIDERMAN CODED i mention this all the time. ever since that one loscar fic with spiderman!oscar rewired my brain. he is spiderman actually.
please they're roommates and also lando keeps getting himself In Situations that requires him to be saved by spiderman. he keeps rambling to oscar about how spiderman is all rugged and handsome and literally his perfect man and oscar is just like. "-.- you literally dont even know what he looks like"
lando keeps insisting it doesnt MATTER but oscar has convinced himself lando has some kind of weird hero worship crush on spiderman that would IMMEDIATELY shatter if he found out it was actually oscar.
ACTUALLY you know what yeah lando does have a hero worship crush on spiderman and it's not that serious. you know who he does have a real actual crush on??? oscar piastri. your honor they're idiots