For the Laicion nation (aka, me and three other people)
I had this illustration commissioned (a big thank you to @lunehowls) for my werewolf AU Laicion fic (still a WIP).
The general pitch is as follows :
AU in which Laios never got to meet his sister again, putting his life on a whole other path, a more desperate one. A military deserter with barely a coin to his name, Laios hitches a ride on a boat to one of the elven continents, where he learns about magical tattoos that binds one’s soul to a wolf’s, effectively making them artificial werewolves. Illegal magic be damned, this feels like the answer to… everything.
In the process, he learns about the existence of an illegal fighting ring in one of the elven cities, where beastmen gladiators gather. Freshly tattooed and without anywhere else to go to, Laios decides to head there, where he meets Lycion, an elf and artificial werewolf gladiator. If they first bond over a simple shared meal, by spending time together (sharing the same room in the barracks, maybe the same bed? gasp) they find that they have a lot in common, notably a shared distaste for the body they were born in, a dysphoria partially remedied by becoming a werewolf.
They bond :)
NB: I commissioned another piece, go take a look :D
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trying to enjoy my silly little time traveling sci-fi show while clara and the doctor say the most devastating things to and about each other every other episode like my god
If the Doctor is still the Doctor, he will have my back.
Clara, I'm not your boyfriend. // I never thought you were. // I never said it was your mistake.
Please, just...Just see me.
Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?
Clara, I'm terribly sorry, but I'm exactly what you deserve.
There was one other man. But it would've never worked out. He was impossible.
When do I not see you?
Die with whoever comes after me, you do not leave me.
I don't care about your rules, or your bloody survivor's guilt. If you love me in any way, you'll come back.
Immortality isn't living forever, that's not what it feels like. Immortality is everybody else dying. She might meet someone she can't bear to lose. That happens, I believe.
I let Clara Oswald get inside my head, trust me, she doesn't leave.
Longest month of my life. // It could only have been five minutes. // I'll be the judge of time.
I will die, and no one else here or anywhere will suffer. // What about me?
Everything you're about to say, I already know. don't do it now, we've already had enough bad timing.
Don't run. Stay with me.
I was lost a long time ago, she was saving you.
If you think because she is dead I'm weak, then you understand very little. If you were any part of killing her and you're not afraid, then you understand nothing at all.
The day you lose someone isn't the worst...it's all the days they stay dead.
I'd know you anywhere.
What were you bargaining for? // What do you think? You.
If she says so.
I had a duty of care.
People like me and you, we should say things to one another.
Look how far I went, for fear of losing you.
You said "memories become stories when we forget them." Maybe some of them become songs.
hand in unlovable hand
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the first line of mulder's opening monologue in colony is actually so important:
"i have lived with a fragile faith built on the ether of vague memories from an experience that I can neither prove nor explain."
this is IT guys!! this is the crux of the whole show, of the whole dynamic between mulder and scully.
mulder wants to believe, but it doesn't come naturally or easily to him, the foundation being so fragile, as he puts it. his seeming naivete, his eagerness to believe just about anything, all of it stems from a deep insecurity that actually none of it is real, that all of his efforts and sacrifices have been in service to the illusion that one day he will see his sister again.
it's the opposite for scully. she is a believer, naturally, but she's afraid to face the inherent loss of control in believing in things beyond science, beyond reason. the possibility of these things being real frightens her as much as the possibility of them not being real frightens mulder.
the only way either of them can find the strength to overcome their respective fears is through each other. only when mulder's belief falters can scully find the strength to give in to hers, and only when scully fails to doubt can mulder afford to scrutinize the world through the lens of skepticism. they balance each other, make each other whole.
at the end of endgame, mulder tells scully he's found "something i thought i'd lost. faith to keep looking." that's exactly what they give each other!! faith and hope and companionship and love in a world that continually threatens to deprive them of those things❤️
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