#my suggestible brain

[myalchod]

Fanfic asks: 🤲 🛒

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc. I definitely tend to write a lot inside of characters' heads -- does that count? My most common AO3 tags are angst and introspection and that's 0% wrong. A whole hell of a lot of talking (or even thinking) around rather than about feelings, because it's more fun? Thematically, I seem to hit loss and grief quite a bit (which I guess goes with the angst tag). Small touches and significant facial expressions and other gestures in that vein, because they are my kryptonite in a visual medium and I love echoing them in text. I also like incorporating vague mythological allusions, even if they're so vague only I'm going to notice them, because they give me joy.

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip? Gonna go with a couple because I can't pick and because I've been jotting down a lot of little snippets that I want to turn into longer things lately ... and because I owe you opera fic and I haven't forgotten that. (Most of my WIPs right now: House of the Dragon, Fate: the Winx Saga, and occasional operatic and/or theatrical bits as I watch too much of those.)

[ but first, for anyone who wants to ask more ... ]

<Les pêcheurs de perles, because so many operatic tragedies could be solved with judicious applications of threesomes>

Nadir looks back at her, and she sees her heart echoed in his eyes. When she reaches out, his hand finds hers, fingers twining through her own. "Alright?"

"No," she murmurs, "and neither are you," because their hands may fit together smoothly but something is still missing, and because she had learned to watch, in her years at the temple, and she understands. She had wondered how she could reconcile a heart divided until she'd seen what underscored Zurga's pain, seen Nadir's indecision in that final moment. And so she eases her thumb across his knuckles, soothingly, and says, "We need to go back."

That he does not question says everything.

<House of the Dragon, because it felt like time to try to get into Corlys' head for a bit instead of just camping out in Rhaenys' forever>

He leaves without saying goodbye, still smarting from how she had pushed him away. In that moment, perhaps more than he ever had before, he’d needed his wife, but she had refused to leave the hall, sobbing over Laenor’s body like her heart had shattered, and he could not stay there — not when she refused his touch, not when he could not bear to look upon the charred remains of his son — his son, the only legacy his name and his blood might have known. He knows they grieve in different ways; has he not seen her through the loss of so many of her family? And when the news from Pentos had come, they’d held onto each other. But this … this is different.

He bleeds, and part of it is the wound she’s dealt him, and if he knows it was anger and grief that caused her to lash out it makes it no easier in the moment, for his emotions are running as high and wild as her own. Does the sea not boil into a tempest, as surely as a fire may blaze?

But she had told him no with that one gesture, and he cannot stand a fire right now — not when it has taken both of his children in such a short space of time. He needs the solace of the sea, the only comfort that has never denied him, now more than ever.

[purplesound]

fem stolitz did something to my brain chemistry...

[ruporas]

please be true

[ID: Digital Trigun Stampede fanart of Vash and Wolfwood cradling each other. Vash is facing the viewer with his face buried in Wolfwood's shoulder, one hand grabbing at Wolfwood's neck and the other grabbing his arm. Wolfwood is facing away from the viewer and is slightly leaned away, one arm wrapping around to Vash's back, but his hand is hovering, not touching. The background is black with white and red confetti-like and petal-like shapes falling around them. ID END] ID CREDIT

[mulatto-macchiato]

Kinda miss drawing pinups. Plus, I just think this weirdo is neat.

also,

I find it really funny how DCAs are canonically shirtless but if you put a shirt on one of them and have them take it off??-- Scandalous.

COVER UP, HUSSY.

GITM -> @venomous-qwille

(Close up under cut)

[volcanocraft]

I can be cool, if you just wanna be mad

[littlespoonevan]

i'll keep it all to myself

7x04 coda (she's back, baby xoxo)

-

“Hey, killer.”

Buck winces, mouth already tripping over an apology as he moves into the Diaz living room. “Eddie, I’m so sorry-“

“Buck, I’m kidding,” Eddie interrupts, exasperated and just a little fond. He hasn’t been on the receiving end of that tone in a few days. It’s embarrassing to say he missed it. “Sit down.”

Buck takes the armchair instead of sitting on the couch next to Eddie. He’s not sure why. He never sits in the armchair. Sitting in it now he almost feels…off balance. But then catching sight of Eddie’s foot propped up on the coffee table sobers him immediately and he forgets all about the strange discomfort in his stomach.

Reaching for the cushion behind him, he gets up again. “You should have something under that,” he says, gently lifting Eddie’s leg to place the cushion on the table. He lowers it again carefully, nodding in satisfaction when Eddie’s foot is nestled safely in the cushion. “The table is too hard.”

“Oh sorry, I thought I was the one with real medical training,” Eddie quips but there’s no bite behind the words.

“Yeah but I’m the one with crush injury experience,” Buck says, kicking his own legs up on the table in proof.

Eddie opens his mouth as if to argue back but then closes it again, rolling his eyes, but his lips twitch a bit. Just at the corners.

“Eddie, I really am sorry,” he says, straightening in his seat and forcing himself to meet Eddie’s gaze properly. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I just got so-“

“I know,” Eddie replies, quiet and careful and devoid of any of his earlier teasing. “But you know you can talk to me, right? Like, it’s me Buck. You can just tell me when something’s wrong.”

Buck does know that. He knows he can tell Eddie everything. Anything. The bad and the good.

Which means he should be able to clear this up right away, right? He should just be able to say, ‘Hey, I was apparently working through some latent feelings I never knew I had. And I took that out on you. But guess what! I like Tommy and he likes me back and we have a date Saturday!’

But thinking about telling Eddie that Tommy kissed him makes his chest constrict in a way that he doesn’t expect. So he tucks it up in a neat little box in the corner of his mind for now and focuses on making sure Eddie’s okay. Because he can do that. He knows how to do that.

“I’m an idiot,” he says. “And if you want I will totally give you one free punch so we’re even.”

Eddie huffs a quiet laugh. “I could never hit you.”

“Should I go get Christopher’s Legos instead and step on them with my shoes off?”

Eddie lets out a real laugh then, the kind that makes his eyes close and his head fall back against the couch cushion, and Buck feels so much affection for him well up inside him he’s almost breathless with it.

“You’re an idiot,” Eddie tells him. “And a martyr. Seriously, Buck, I don’t care. I just want to make sure you and I are okay.”

“Of course we are,” Buck says, without actually stopping to interrogate if that’s true or not.

They are, he thinks. The fact that something absolutely life altering happened to him an hour ago and he somehow can’t make himself tell Eddie about it is…inconsequential.

He’s just hedging his bets. Not trying to get ahead of himself before he has yet another failed romance.

“In that case, can you go to the fridge and get us some beers?” Eddie asks, pulling Buck back to reality.

“You shouldn’t be drinking,” Buck says, even as he stands. Maybe they can split a beer. Half a bottle shouldn’t hurt. “Tommy says you’re on pain meds.”

“Oh, so you guys talked?”

Eddie says it unassumingly and when Buck freezes at the dining table and looks over his shoulder he finds that Eddie isn’t even looking at him. He’s leaning forward on the couch, adjusting his leg, but when Buck takes too long to answer he raises his head and gives him an expectant look.

“Yeah,” Buck murmurs, the phantom rasp of Tommy’s stubble against his mouth still tingling and making him want to reach up and touch his lips. That would give too much away though. “We talked.”

Eddie smiles, nodding his approval. “Good. Maybe all three of us can actually hang out together now.”

The thought immediately makes Buck’s stomach swoop with something unnameable but he doesn’t let it show on his face.

“Sure,” he breathes. “Sounds great.”

[gadzooksgalore]

Depression has been kicking me in the butt lately so I decided to make a little pill bug friend for myself using this pattern by @livvi3love. I changed a couple details to fit my own preferences (like sewing the legs rather than using felt) and I'm very happy with the result! I've been wanting an isopod plushie for a while so it was fun to make my own :>

[applestruda]

The wolf

[gravedigg]

in my dreaming you'll be drowning Hells below God above all drunk on my love

[solazu1]

Jam when they \£]£\{2>2

If anything seems suggestive my bad but it is absolutely nawt, I just believe Tim is a big sensory seeker here and also an even bigger fan of physical affection to which jay is pretty chill with delivering.

[risariba]

this is very important

[verawhisk]

if you see a bad btch in the water, go. the other. way.

[ozzyeelz-aftr-drk]

I uhhh uhm erm ehehe yea

[baristabomb-draws]

do you see the vision? Huey from the boondocks meeting Hobie…think about it!!

[zu-is-here]

make teleshopping great again ♪

[mrtequilasunset]

Okay I've had this project open for like. Way too long now and I've hit a brick wall with it but i still would like to share what I have so here's this idea I've been mulling around about the disco skills being court jesters. I only have the psyche skills done but hopefully soon I'll have the inspiration for the others and also fully color these. Enjoy