#hello awkward

[maximiliians]

where: alicante, spain  when: december 19 (idk time is weird)  who: the boys ( max & @johannesgrunenberg​ )

The Winter Palace hadn’t been as cold as the chill that now stretched between brothers. Max had considered summoning Hans to his office, but couldn’t foresee that going well. Instead, the eldest had gone in search of the younger, pausing in the doorframe of a half-unpacked suite. “Will your wife be joining you?” He said by way of greeting, if only because he couldn’t think of anything better that wouldn’t have Hans instantly down. “It will be nice to have almost everyone in the same place.” 

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[demaparbat-hp]

Izumi (steambaby) sketches.

[silkentine]

Well, they clean up nice!

Please read ~Well Hello, Ladies~ by @kooabreen

[aurorangen]

I was inspired by this picture and ended up building a bistro

[courfee]

» I love you. That's all.

– Art Heist, Baby! @otrtbs

paintings I referenced here:

Gustav Klimt, Death and Life, 1908-1915 – Regulus' shirt has the same pattern as Death's cloak, James' shirt is patterned like the background of 'Life'

It was life and death, and death was there, on the left side of the canvas, waiting eagerly to pluck any one person from the conglomeration of life and claim them as its own. – chapter 28

Mark Rothko, Untitled (Seagram Murals), 1958 – Regulus bleeding out into the background

And he remembers looking out at the thick red blood on the marble floors and nonsensically, being reminded yet again, of Rothko. – chapter 34

Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky, Gathering Storm, 1899 – Regulus' socks have this pattern

'Hang painting here?' – chapter 37

and here some little details and an alternative bloody version :) look at that snake ring being handed over <33

[flufflecat]

Oh

oh.

[angryducktimemachine]

It was worth a wound - it was worth many wounds.

[ID: a digital drawing of Holmes and Watson. Watson is sitting with Holmes kneeling besides him on the ground, Watson's right leg put up on Holmes leg as Holmes dresses a wound on Watson's thigh with a focused expression. /End ID]

[styleandcheek]

Thrift store find 🍊

[chiropteracupola]

granby + iskierka + keynes

[transmascutena]

rgu fans say this to themselves every morning when they wake up and then proceed to spend the whole day failing at it

[superbellsubways]

everyones asleep post cringe queer object heads

[crmediagal]

I've been MIA from this platform for so long that I'm not even sure how to navigate it anymore...or how to return lol

But HELLO. It's been a minute. More than a minute, I know. And I think I might be back? (Kinda?)

The itch to write again is slowly coming back after years of none. Health problems mainly kept me away for a while...and then it turned into general busy life stuff. That continues but I've also been getting back into reading for the first time in nearly two decades. I'm officially an ACOTAR girlie and this series is ruining me. I'm not through the books yet but I have a lot of...feelings. And opinions. And a quick glance through the tags of this fandom the past few days is making me think I might be in the minority. Ah. That tends to be my luck, I guess lol

I'm craving to write a long, complex Lucien/Elucien fic because OMG I NEED THE INSUFFERABLE PAIN AND LONGING AND NASTY SEX AT THE END OF IT ALL BECAUSE MY FOX BOY DESERVES HIS HAPPINESS DAMNIT AND ELAIN DESERVES SOMEONE WORTHY OF HER.

So, yeah, I think that's gonna happen at some point.

Just happy to even have the creative spark again. It's been a long while. I know I still have fics to finish and, believe me, I still regularly think about them and want to complete them. Hopefully I can sooner rather than later.

For any one of my readers who may see this really random post, I hope you're well. Know that I've missed this space and interacting with you. I hope to start reacquainting myself with my favorite fandoms and ships, both old and new, soon. ❤️

[stevethehairington]

i'm still stuck on the scene where ana brings chris to the firehouse during the blackout, but specifically buck's behavior in it. like. god, there is SO MUCH to unpack there.

buck sees them and he immediately zeroes in on christopher, doesn't even so much as BLINK in ana's direction. he has THEE biggest, brightest smile on his face when he greets chris, and then that "looks like the new chief is here" said in that tone, paired with the great big double-armed bear hug?? like, hello!!!!! parent behavior!!!!!

but then the way he just. Does Not acknowledge ana after that?? and like. we KNOW they've met before. even if there was no like dedicated scene for a formal meeting, we know they've met — and like that was at the hospital, where their minds were very obviously elsewhere (eddie), so i wouldn't even necessarily classify that as like a proper meeting, y'know? it was surely pretty hurried, a basic exchange of names, maybe a handshake or something, but like that's the extent of it, i'm sure. there's no way they were like sitting there chatting it up or making any effort to get to know one another when the most important thing in, supposedly, both of their lives was in the other room, injured.

and like i doubt they've met outside of that instance too. so like when ana shows up with chris that would be the perfect opportunity for buck to like reintroduce himself (which, i fully believe he would, if it was literally anybody else), or for eddie to make the introduction, like officially, or something. but neither one of them do that. and buck? he doesn't even offer a simple hi. doesn't even look her way.

which is like. WILD. because — one, buck is a human :D emoticon, and he is a chronic yapper and he fully gives off "puppy dog at the park that runs up to everything and everyone to say hello" energy, so like i do not believe for one second that he wouldn't even say hi to her! and two, like. wouldn't you think that, as eddie's best friend, buck would be idk a little more enthusiastic about meeting her? the woman who, supposedly, his best friend is getting serious with? the woman who, supposedly, is meant to be making him happy? the woman who, supposedly, is someone important to eddie? and to chris? like, idk as eddie's best friend, and chris' too for that matter, i would certainly be invested in trying to build a relationship there!

but like. buck so clearly isn't? and this is all before he and eddie have the talk about how ana/the relationship with her is the thing causing eddie's panic attacks and how he doesn't actually think he loves her in the way he should and that he's just. trying to force it. so like buck doesn't even have that context to apply here!! he is just. Like That with ana from the get go!!

and the thing is — ana has literally done nothing. like. she has not said or done anything to buck, or to eddie or chris, that would make buck's behavior towards her make any sense. she literally just. exists. in the vicinity of eddie and chris. that's it.

so W H Y is buck soooo icy with her?

(the answer is simple: he doesn't like her because she should be him <3)

[ambriel-angstwitch]

Sokka: Identify yourself!

Zuko panicked: Zuko, Fire Nation, 16, bi

Sokka: Wait your bi? That’s so valid.

[muffinlance]

I saw your “Zuko brings home two dragons and becomes fire lord” story (it was awesome :3). But what if Zuko got hurt somehow and the dragons went apeshit. (Cause they’re friends right?)

(Continued from this prompt.)

Hakoda’s fleet set sail six months ago. Fire Lord Ozai was assassinated in the middle of his own war council, by his own son, two months ago. The Earth Kingdom contacted Hakoda three weeks ago, with the proposal for a joint operation.

The new Fire Lord is traveling his lands, securing allies—rooting out opposition—in the wake of his regicide. A source close to his inner council, one concerned by violence uncommon even by the standards of Fire Nation nobility, leaked his travel schedule. Much of it is by sea.

They skirt the blockade to the South, between shifting glaciers. They work their way north, flying merchant flags. They strike at night. The deck crew is easily overtaken. Understaffed, even. Suspiciously so. But if this is a trap, it’s one they’ve already sprung. And if this is the work of the same traitor that sent them the prince’s schedule and ship plans, then Hakoda won’t waste the opportunity.

“Wait,” he whispers, as Bato catches a startled servant from behind. The kid is young. In his nightclothes. Freshly scarred by his nation’s own fire, in a way that doesn’t say good things about why a young child would be coming out of the Fire Lord’s own cabin in the middle of the night. Wide gold eyes stare at Hakoda over the top of Bato’s muffling hand. 

“Son of a—” hisses Bato, as quietly as a man can, when a child has just bitten his hand. The kid keeps struggling as Bato pins him against a wall. Hakoda shoves the Fire Lord’s door open, and—

Is greeted by an empty cabin, with mussed sheets, still warm from their occupant’s departure.

Hakoda steps back into the passageway, and crouches down to the kid’s eye level. “Easy; we aren’t here to hurt you. Where’s the Fire Lord?”

The kid glowers at him. “Did General Bujing hire you?” 

Footsteps down the companionway herald a much different general’s arrival. “That would be telling,” says Fong. “Excellent work, Chief. We’ll take it from here.”

…Facts click into place, and Hakoda does not like what he’s left with.

The kid is the Fire Lord. 

The Fire Lord is barely thirteen.

And Hakoda is realizing how much of their intelligence on the monstrous patricidal new Fire Lord came through Earth Kingdom channels, and how many details Fong did not find pertinent for the Water Tribe’s easily recruited Chief to know. 

“I think we can keep one kid contained on our ship,” says Bato, who also saw the cell General Fong had specially prepared. It had seemed a reasonable cruelty, at the time.

“I’ll bite you again,” growls the Fire Nation’s tiniest despot, not helping.

There’s a tense moment as Hakoda’s men, finished securing the ship, gather around him. Just as Fong’s men are gathering around him.

“Very well,” the general concedes, with a smile Hakoda no longer finds affable.

* * *

The new Fire Lord is a man of his word: he does, indeed, bite Bato again.

* * *

It’s dawn on deck. They hurry the prince off his own ship, partially to get away from Fong, and partially to move the boy past his dead countrymen as quickly as possible. The kid’s face had been—

Hakoda had not expected to find the new Fire Lord so young. But it’s even more of a surprise, somehow, to find that the new Fire Lord cares. Not all of the kid’s crew are dead. And it wasn’t the plan, but… Hakoda orders them left that way. Sends his own healer over to save as many as possible. 

“You didn’t use your fire against us,” Hakoda comments, as they stand on his own ship. Fire Lord Zuko’s eyes are fixed on the triage happening on the next deck over. But he takes a moment to look up at Hakoda, and finds a shade even paler than white to turn. 

The healing burn over his own face was a partial answer. The look on his face gives Hakoda the rest. 

“Good,” Hakoda says, even though the kid hasn’t said anything. “Fire shouldn’t be turned on people.”

“Fire is life,” the boy says quietly, in some kind of agreement. He turns back to watching his crew, his people. Those of them that can be saved. 

Hakoda knows that feeling. Has stood that watch. 

It’s dawn, so a streak of red in the sky can go unnoticed for quite some time. Blue as well, as the morning’s colors fade. Until both are rather too close to be ignored. 

Exclamations spread among the crew. He can hear them from Fong’s ship, as well. But it’s the cheering on the Fire Lord’s ship that sends the first chill down his spine. 

The new Fire Lord is barely thirteen. And he hasn’t been scared at all during this; not for himself. 

Hakoda realizes again just how little he knows about the new Fire Lord, just in time for two dragons to land. The blue one dives into the water. It barely makes a splash, but the force of water its titanic body displaces sends his ship lurching under his feet. It surfaces again, the great coils of its body wrapped around all three ships. It’s like something from a drunken sailor’s yarn about sea serpents; the kind that shouldn’t have left any witnesses alive to tell the tale.

The red one lands almost daintily, its four feet touching down on the only ship it doesn’t care about sinking, like a polar bear-ferret perched on a too-small rock. The rails of General Fong’s ship are forced down nearly to the waterline, his crew scattering and shouting. 

Two heads the size of a god’s dreaming loom over Hakoda’s deck.

The boy next to him huffs. “I’m fine,” he says. And then he looks up at Hakoda, with that same confidence he’s had, even when he was tackled by strange men in the darkness of his own ship. 

“The war is over,” says the burned child, with the force of two ancient dragons behind him. “We should negotiate.”

…Hakoda negotiates.

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