#float wip

[incandescent-creativity]

Aspen’s first lines:

Sailing with my crew means I have to keep tabs on a lot of moving parts. I keep a hand on the wheel, ready to compensate for a strange wave or stray gust of wind. I keep an ear out for a shout from any member of my crew, and for a splash that means something has noticed us. I keep my eyes moving back and forth, sweeping across from the portside waters over the decks of my ship, busy with activity, and out to the starboard horizon. Out here, on alien waters, a split second of warning has often meant the difference between minimal losses and catastrophe.

We’ve been lucky today. The wind and waves have been in our favor, and the only signs of life we have seen have been wave riders. Even the weather has been favorable, with the hours alternating between direct sunlight and an overcast gloom whenever the sun disappears behind tall, white clouds. I don’t mind the clouds; they don’t look dark enough to warn of a storm, and it gives my eyes a break from the brightly glittering points capping each wave.

We’re sailing under one such cloud when I spot it. It’s not very often that I catch sight of a boat before the crow’s nest does, but it’s not actually the boat that catches my attention.

River’s first lines:

The gorgeous pirate captain with the scar across her cheek and mouth takes my hand and shakes it carefully, as if I might explode into a kraken again at any moment.

It’s not something I’m worried about, though. I feel more settled into this body, my body, with every passing second. I can flex my fingers after our handshake and feel fresh ligaments and muscles stretch along my newly reformed joints. It feels good—well, better than the loose bag of floating cartilage I was an hour ago. More solid.

I try to focus on that instead of… everything else. I can hear my heart beating in my eardrums, layered over the inescapable rush of the waves hitting against the ship. The back of my throat still smells scummy. Or maybe it’s the air in my lungs. It’s hard to feel them as distinct from my stomach, which is twisting up in knots as the boat rocks back and forth.

And I’m still so cold.

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[incandescent-creativity]

Well I finished! A version of a first draft of FLOAT. I talk more about the bare bones process here, but the point is! Milestone reached!

[lazylittledragon]

if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

some more secretive boys ;)

[an-established-butt-dent]

Solas x Lavellan

Dragon age the Veilguard

Tel banal, ara'ma

It won’t be terrible if you’re with me.

Available as print here.

[count-pudding]

Some knight!Merlin bullshit I've been thinking about lately (a lot)

Wip

[acoldghostlypresence]

Something something toy solider.... military jackets... what is the human equivalent of wearing a fucking box...

[corniart]

How many times do y’all think they have had the “you don’t actually have to say up”/ “but it’s fun” convo? I think a lot. Bc they’re losers. I love them🥺 happy wip wthursday to all the gays🫶

[meirimerens]

what 4 years do to a fucker (the image is burakhovsky in nature)

[bastart13]

Pro tip: don't make a game with 8 main characters you need to fit into a single composition

But hey! Season 3 should be coming soon

[incandescent-creativity]

🌊🦑💋River’s POV💋🦑🌊

Before I can overthink and talk myself out of it, I move to the back of the boat. Rose leans aside to make room for me, and Aspen takes advantage of her moving out of the way to join me.

“We’ll be waiting right here for you when you get back,” she promises me. “You’re going to do fine.”

“Don’t touch the fish. Find the door. Bring it back,” I recite. “Easy. I’ve got this.”

Aspen takes my face in her hands and tips my head forward so she can meet her forehead with mine.

“Be careful,” she says quietly. “I love you.”

I tip my head back up to give her a kiss. She looks adorably surprised when it happens, and reaches towards me to give me another one. It’s a lovely parting gift, and I step off the boat with a smile on my face.

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[incandescent-creativity]

Sometimes writing is typing out “Accustomed as we are to the trials of these waters…”

and then thinking, Is is that how I’d talk if I’d been on an alien ocean planet for years?

Anyway now the sentence starts with “As accustomed as we are to the bullshit that happens around here”

[oldbutchdanielcraig]

daniel was so enthralled and delighted seeing louis' fangs, was fascinated with the knowledge that armand can read minds, that it stands to reason he would go balls to the wall insane to find out armand can fly. in the 70s he'd ask armand to do it all the time and armand would always do it so daniel would cheer for him and get all excited again. so in dubai in 2022 when armand is revealing himself as the ancient vampire and not the servant boy, i like to think he was like "well, there's one surefire way to make sure this reveal makes daniel's eyes bug out and makes him freak out and go crazy and realize how cool and hot and powerful i am." and then he just. starts fucking flying

[lacquerheadd]

buckle your knees looking up at me, and beg me to spare thee the back of my hand.

[cocoabubbelle-newblog]

SCOGUE-“Tember” (2024)

Day “6”: 🫂💕

I love it when media shows a guy and a girl having a relationship that is GENUINE friendship.

Regardless of whether I also interpret them as a romantic couple or not, I believe we could benefit having more characters of the opposite sex that have a healthy, positive connection.

[kirkwallcowboy]

my secret is that i only do wips and never finish anything