#quill scratchings

[quills-and-fantasy]

I'm choosing to believe that zeon forces straight up helping the refugees is a message about the ultimate uselessness of war

[valahelart]

so Eden sank to grief / so dawn goes down to day / nothing gold can stay

[bruisedboys]

he really is just so boyfriend. like the kind who would reach the boxes in shelves you can’t reach

he is just always into being your hero . doing things to make you swoon

peter quill has a hero complex for sure but it gets hiked up about 200% when it comes to you. he’s obsessed with doing everything for you because he knows you like it, even if you don’t actually need the help. he knows you’re totally capable of taking care of yourself but he wants to do it because he’s so incredibly down bad for you it’s sick.

yes he’s definitely the type to reach high shelves for you!!! so casually dominant of him tbh. he comes up behind you where you’re tiptoeing in front of the shelf and easily snags the box you’re reaching for. when he hands it to you he’s veryy smug about it. especially if he gets a thank you kiss, which he usually does.

he’s also always tying your shoelaces or zipping your dress or fixing your clothes for you. your shoelace comes undone while you’re out with him and he doesn’t even hesitate to get on the dirty floor to do it up for you. you put your hands in his hair and tug gently as a silent thank you and he swears he dies on the spot. and if your clothes ever ride up and threaten to show more skin than he knows you’ll want to, he’ll fix them without a word and it flusters you so much.

ugh and if you’re clumsy!!! he gets so good at catching you before you hurt yourself. if you’re about to trip he’ll catch you before you do and dip you cos he’s a dork, his arm locked around your lower back. you’ll laugh and swoon and say my hero all sarcastic and it boosts peter’s ego wayyy more than he’d like to admit.

[phantastragoria]

That one shot in the Vol. 3 trailer.

[opheliabf]

okay but something that really stuck with me in the books is that when kipps came to rescue george he said that he witnessed the worst fight he's ever seen in his life (between george and joplin) and i wish we could've seen that in the show

[flythesail]

I WANT HIM BACK

[ryutarotakedown]

NEW OF THAT COLOSSAL WRECK EPISODE EXTREMELY EXTREMELY GOOD

[amygdalae]

Loving pentiment so far. Big soft spot for videogames that are also a book <- being earnest and genuine I love it I love dialogue so much

[acesophiewalten]

Does anyone ever consider how tangled and damaged Nora’s hair must be after she comes out of that cryochamber. Like her hair is relatively thick and it was just floating around? In extremely cold temperatures? Literally she comes out of that tube looking like a sad wet cat

[chicken-n-drabbles]

Sorry for being gone for a while! School and a bunch of personal stuff kinda tangled my wires. Buuut remember when I threw around the idea of a semi interactive story thingie set in my original universe? Well I've been developing it a bit and now I'm to the point where I just need to actually draw stuff for it.

But in the meantime, meet Quill! Your protagonist! Fresh out of college with a bachelor's in journalism, Quill decides the only way to establish herself as the Best Journalist is by uncovering the secrets of Nest Egg Health Clinic. Why on Earth would the nation's first free hospital be built in the Old District? Where is the funding coming from when the city is constantly broke? And why does the Senior Physician know so much but explain so little?

Infiltrate take a job at the hospital alongside her, send in asks, and vote in polls to influence what she does and learns! Coming...as soon as I can work on it TuT

[quills-and-fantasy]

fascinating to watch failed vloggers only have a narrow view on what jobs they can do

why do you think that the only jobs are tiktok begging or doordash

[roshield]

GRIEVED !

GLIMPSES OF THE PAST

send GRIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they had recently lost someone / something

Clive doesn't rest.

There's too much that needs to be done. The new Hideaway has yet to be properly finished, relocating everyone is taking a lot more time than he would like it to take ( but it's understandable; so much had been lost, they need their time to gather themselves and walk forward ), and there are still Branded that need freeing.

Right now, all of this falls to Clive. He doesn't complain, he's the one who stood up and became a light for others, a beacon of hope. He has to be the one to do this.

For Cid.

-- It's still something he's not used to. It took him a moment to remember that when Otto and the others call Cid's name, he has to be the one to answer it.

Because there is no Dominant of Ramuh anymore. There is no all too cocky, almost devilishly handsome ex-commander with a smirk so infuriating that it makes Clive want to punch him a little. There is no person that Clive can look towards for advice and reassurance, someone who had been guiding him to a better place without him realizing it.

It all falls to Clive now.

And it's why Clive refuses to stop. He refuses to rest. He refuses to grieve. Because if it does, it makes the reality of the situation all too real.

He doesn't look up when Jill enters the room. His pen continues to scratch away at the missives on his desk, writing back to several of Cid's comrades to update them on the ongoing situation. There was much to discuss, about Branded that needed relocating, that needed freeing, supplies that needed to be traded - everything.

"I see you're still hard at work." Jill mumbles. She walks forward, until she's circled around the desk and stands at his seated side.

"There's work that needs to be done." Clive ignores the tint of sadness in her tone. He's focused on the letters on his desk, not because he's interested in them, but because he doesn't want to see the look on her face.

For a moment, Jill is silent. She's silent, until her hand goes to his hand, pulling the pen out of his grasp.

"Clive."

It's not a scolding tone she takes on, but rather a pleading one. Clive says nothing, looking down at the letters before him. His black locks cover his eyes, hiding his expression from her. But Jill knows Clive. She knows him better than anyone else.

And it's why he finally speaks.

"For thirteen years, I thought him dead." Jill knows he speaks of Joshua. Joshua, who disappeared as he came. Joshua, who seems to refuse the call of his brother, separating them by an ocean. "And just when I could celebrate his survival, I have to mourn another's death. I have to take the mantle he handed to me before he passed, and I..."

The outlaw swallows. His fingers curl into a fist. "I don't know if I can." Finally, he faces his fears and looks towards Jill, his cerulean gaze watery, on the verge of collapsing in tears.

"I don't know what to do, Jill."

The woman before him softens her gaze. A hand lays on his cheek, as the other hand lays on his arm to guide him to the couch that rests in his chambers. The first thins she knows, is that he needs to get away from all of this work. The bags and tiredness of his eyes tell her this, even if Clive himself doesn't want to.

"Let's start with what you should have done first," starts Jill, sitting next to him with an arm wrapped around hm. "You never mourned for him. You never mourned for Cid."

Clive is silent. He never mourned for him, because that's not what the Hideaway needed. They needed someone to stand up and continue on where Cid left off. He never mourned, because the little girl who learned that her father was gone needed someone to be strong for her, to cradle her as she wept and sobbed an endless ocean. He never mourned, because Cid would not mourn. Cid would keep pushing forward, no matter what.

He never mourned, because he would have to be faced with the reality that he was gone. Cid was gone, and he wouldn't be coming back.

But that wasn't right, for Cid. He deserved to be mourned.

He deserved better than this.

Clive buries his face in his hands, as he leans into Jill. The tears are hot and they pour onto his skin, hellfire to its touch. He wonders if Ifrit cries too, if Ifrit mourns the other Eikon. Jill holds him against her, rubbing his back gently and simply letting him feel. As he should have done those months ago.

"You loved him so dearly," speaks Jill, her voice so gentle and caring. "I could see it in your eyes. It made me happy, you know. How much you cared for him. How he brought a light to your eyes, when you two would banter and pretend to argue. How softly you looked towards him."

It only makes him sob harder, but that's Jill's plan - to get Clive to properly sob his heart out. He loved Cid, truly. Cid taught him how to live again. Cid allowed him to confront everything that he refused to confront. He gave him the strength to move forward.

And now he would have to do so again. This time, Cid would not be with him.

"But you're not alone anymore, Clive." He could hear the ex-commander's voice echo in his ears. "You like to think you are, because you can't go five minutes without brooding and feeling sorry for yourself, but you're not alone."

He remembers the glare he gave Cid, but the older man had simply smiled his almost devilishly handsome and all too cocky smirk right at him.

"Nor will you ever be again."

Clive had found a family, here. He just wished Cid was here to be a part of it again.

[dainesanddaffodils]

so anyway ever since I made this post about show!Kipps and Lucy my hands have been itching to write more about it... 

so enjoy a fic of Kipps’ POV during the awkward party-coffee-date conversation, HERE. 

[patcaps]

any patcap art requests?

[edandstede]

every day i thank matt berry for proving how much the rainbow theme has always slapped

[agalpa]

I made a scraped doc scratch from homestuck