#the first leaves that fall

[discords-morgan]

Brain: it's that time of year!!!

Me: to do productive things at my new job???

Brain: nope!

Me: then wh

Brain: we're reading chained to you and the first leaves that fall again!!!!

Me: YIPEEEEEEEEE

[shinayashipper]

The First Leaves That Fall by Clydeside - Chapter 10 FANART

Yugi watched the way the highest trees spun in the breeze, his own breath held, waiting for an answer.

It came from a gentle voice beside him.

“Hello.”

In the span of a heartbeat, Yugi’s anticipation became elation.

The First Leaves that Fall by @c-l-y-d-e​ (Clydeside on AO3) - Chapter 10

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I’M-!!! ON THE FLOOORRRRR-!!! I’VE BEEN SO!!! AUUGHH UWAAAGHHH AAAAAAGGGHHH NNGGGHHHH OVER THIS FIC SINCE THE BEGINNING and now we’re finally getting ATEM FULL IN THE FLESH IN ALL HIS GRACEFULNESS OH MY G O D (Thanks for the blessings, Ryou <3)

It sparks such joy!! I haven’t *felt* for Puzzleship in a while, and this fic just got me oh OH OH YES the Sparks ON and I’ve been Delirious and I must Do Something about it and I- Made this... for the whole day. 😂😂

I’M SO IN LOVE WITH THIS FIC!! I hope more Puzzle fans would give it a try, it’s spooky and Tender!! THANK YOU!! SUCH COMFORT!! THANK YOU!! CLYDE, THANK YOU!! I hope you like This!!!

[lintpuzzle]

Nothing like reading a clyde-side fic and diving into a small, isolated town with an unsettling yet welcoming secret. Flashes of iconic imagery with a rich interior. Well-researched, with that perfect splash of history to prove that Capitalism is at the root of all evil. God bless!! God bless!! God bless!!

[charrchan]

I've been reading The First Leaves That Fall by @c-l-y-d-e and it's so good!! I'm not quite caught up yet but I'm enjoying it so much!

Instrument: RAV Vast B Onoleo

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Time to ramble about the song! I read chapter 5 yesterday and kept thinking about the scene where Yugi gets lost in the forest and asks the spirit to lead him out. So, when playing my RAV Vast I took inspiration for an improv piece that I then tried to replicate to record. :)

I used only 7 of the 9 notes, specifically because I wanted to stick to the notes I can use on my drum to play the traditional Japanese song "Sakura Sakura" (it's in a slight different key but you can certainly recognise the tune!). I thought it would be a nice nod to the story's setting and themes. You can here me go up the scale at a couple points! :) It's certainly not a traditional Japanese scale but it's the closest I can get on my drum. I wanted to have a repeating downwards scale with some mild clashing to show how Yugi was probably feeling a little panicked as the sun went down, even as the spirit leads him out he's probably still quite unsettled. I made some tapping noises to hint towards the sound of the spirit's sandles as he walks.

I tried to mix it as best I could but tongue drums are kinda hard to record. ^^; Overall, I think this piece could use some polishing but I'm just here to have fun. :)

I'm excited to read more of this fic!!!! :D

[y-uutwo]

CRYING SOBBING /pos

[fallingforfall13]

Fall is officially here! Happy first day of fall ya’ll 🧡🤎💛

[turtletoria]

the krampus incident from the book of bill if it was out of character and stupid

[stars-inthe-sky]

if there's solid ground below

It's been five years, but I wrote a whole fic this week thanks in no small part to the singular @iphyslitterator!

[Cross-posted to AO3]

“H—hey, Tommy?”

Tommy startles and bangs his head on the hood of his truck, recovering fast enough that none of the oil he was nearly done changing spilled but not so fast that it would have escaped Evan’s notice. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just surprised,” he says, grabbing for a spare rag to wipe his hands on. “Hi.”

“Got a sec?” Evan rocks onto the balls of his feet and back again, hands shoved deep in the pockets of a hoodie that, in southern California in May, it should really be too warm for. But he runs cold, and the layers always have the added bonus of making Tommy want to rip them off in some kind of Pavlovian response.

Had. Last summer, they’d had that effect. This summer was shaping up differently.

Evan tilts his head, a little quizzical, and Tommy realizes he’s been frozen in place for a few beats too long, dazedly dragging the rag between his fingers.

“Sorry, yeah, go ahead.” He glances down at the car, which hasn’t moved, then back at Evan, who’s still rocking but who looks, Tommy’s now realizing, noticeably lighter than he has in a while—certainly since the funeral, but maybe even more so than that night in the bar all those weeks ago. His smile is far too small, but it’s there. “Although if you need another helicopter, I’m gonna have to start charging you at some point.”

“That’s okay, I heard your fees are competitive,” he chirps, and if his grin isn’t yet lethal, it’s shifted to shit-eating. Which, for Tommy, is lethal anyway, and Evan knows it. “But no, I just…just wanted to talk this time. For real, for once.”

Oh. “Okay…?”

“You can keep doing whatever you were doing; I know you like to have something to do with your hands.”

“Uh, thanks.” He stuffs the rag in the back pocket of his jeans and fishes the oil canister out of his car’s innards. This might be easier without eye contact. “What’s up?”

“I’m taking a sabbatical from the LAFD,” Evan says. Tommy freezes again, more of a twitch than a full stop, and makes himself continue the actual task at hand. “Three months. Mostly thanks to an insane amount of unused PTO, because I realized I kinda haven’t taken a vacation that wasn’t just medical leave in like…ever. And I need a break, you know, after everything? Like, I spent a bunch of my twenties driving around, odd jobs and stuff, and the world is—is so much bigger than the firehouse, or this city, and…yeah.  I think I need that space for a bit. Just got it approved today. And then I came here.”

He pauses for breath, and Tommy stares unseeing at some perfectly intact wiring he could reconnect by touch alone if asked. “That’s great they’re letting you do that, Evan. I’m sure it’ll be good for you. How’d the others take it?”

There’s a little sigh. “I haven’t told them yet. Battalion chief said I’d always have a job to come back to, but they couldn’t hold my spot indefinitely. Depends on the new captain and how they want to staff up. Makes sense, obviously, so.” His sniffle is nearly inaudible, but Tommy’s never been able to tune out Evan’s frequency.

He gives up on the car, closing the hood with a quiet click and resuming with the rag, even though his hands aren’t especially dirty. “Never thought you’d voluntarily leave the 118.”

“I know, right?” Evan’s mouth twitches, and it’s not quite a smile now, but there’s something genuine growing back. “I mean, I guess I might not be, but. Things change, and it’s…time, maybe. I’m doing this, in any case. I—I—I just need to clear my head for a while. Go visit Minnesota, never been there, but then…I don’t know, maybe touch the Atlantic Ocean again. Camp out in some national parks. Go see the sky in Montana—it’s so big, Tommy, I’ve never seen anything like it, not since those years, and the last couple of months…it’s like the smog is just in everything right now, you know?”

Tommy nods. He can relate, despite how often he gets to soar above the chokehold of Los Angeles; smoke is smoke, and heat still rises. “I get it. So��this is goodbye, then?” He swallows, bites his lip, stares down at his fingers and the rag still entwined in them.

“No!” Evan leans forward for a breath, arm lifting, but he seems to stop himself, like he’s remembering they don’t know where they stand with each other, if he’s allowed to grab Tommy’s shoulder. “No, no, I’m coming back. LA is still home, my—my stuff’s going into a storage unit next week, my sister and my niece are here, and the new baby—the job—no, yeah, I’m coming back.”

“That’s good,” Tommy muses. “So…”

“So, I wanted to ask—I—I—I’m asking if you’d maybe be up for thinking about coming with me.”

Tommy freezes so suddenly, and so thoroughly, that the rag drops to the ground. “You—you’re going on a three-month road trip to get away from it all, and you want me to come with you?”

“Yeah, I do,” Evan says softly, surely, ducking his head in that bashful way he pretends not to know is so damn effective. “I need a break from everything, and everyone—but you, you’re not everyone. I meant what I said about being together, before. I still mean it.” Tommy feels both arms drop to his sides, heavy and limp like emptied hoses, and the air jerks out of his lungs as his throat closes tight.

Evan plows ahead. “I—if—if you don’t want to, or you can’t swing it with work, or whatever—I get it, that’s why I’m asking and not—not telling you what to do. I don’t—even if you don’t come, I’d wait. And, and text or call, maybe? If you wanted to? Even if it’s just as friends, my life is always better when you’re in it. Kinda hoping that goes both ways here.”

Tommy croaks, “And when you get tired of me before we hit Reno?”

“I won’t,” he says, no hesitation. Tommy’s slack face must do something, because he repeats, “Tommy, I won’t. I won’t. I just want time with you, more time, all the time. I want to try again, so, so bad. And if we fight, we can talk, and not just think the worst, and keep going, be—because I want to eat crappy gas station food with you and not think about the inside of a gym for weeks. I want to drive out somewhere where it feels like we’re the only people on the planet, and fuck in the back of your truck, and then figure out a map that’s older than either of us because there’s no cell service. Maybe rent a chopper in Montana so we can see that sky up close—there’s, there’s so many stars, and you’re the only person I’d want to see them with like that. I want to be locked in a moving vehicle with you all day, except for bathroom stops, and see your face when you realize it’s been 16 hours and we still have more to talk about, and we’ll just keep going, because I’m never gonna get tired of you.”

He pauses and swallows thickly, and Tommy can’t look away. For all that Evan Buckley wears his heart on his sleeve so easily for anyone to see, actually opening it up and offering to hand it over to someone else—that’s still work. “So—that’s what I came to say. That’s what I want. J—just think about it. No rush, I’m not—I’ll wait. If it’s what you want. You…you get to want things, too. So. Yeah.”

Evan nods to himself, rubs the back of his neck, and turns to walk back to his car, parked on the street. Tommy has to move, has to say something, but the soles of his boots are melting, fused to the cement of the driveway, his throat is still closed, and Evan—Evan is walking away.

Tommy wants things, too.

He forces a breath, in and out, on a four-count, licks his lips, and asks, “When do we leave?”

Evan radiates a warmth that scatters out, tangible and visible like a sunrise before he even turns around, beaming. “I was thinking a few weeks after the baby comes, but—but—yeah?”

“Yeah, I, uh, I could chase some stars over the Rockies. With you.” Tommy’s insides unknot, and the life rushes back into his limbs. “And the rest, too. I noticed it’s my truck in this scenario?”

Suddenly Evan is in front of him, closer than they’d managed even that morning after, pressed gently against him from chest to knees, arms winding around his waist. “Much more cargo space. Very practical. And I kinda thought you might be in the same boat, you know, with the unused vacation. Maybe enough seniority to hang onto your spot.”

“Probably, yeah, they generally…” He doesn’t even know how that sentence might have ended, has rarely thought about anything more than a long weekend away, but then Evan’s kissing him, deep and slow and sweet like they might already be the only people on the planet. His warmth flashes over through Tommy, nerve by nerve, until he’s lit up and burning, flammable in places he’d spent months trying to forget this man could expose.

When Evan pulls back, it’s with Tommy’s face between his hands, his relief and hope palpable. Like life might go on, like the world might really be bigger, could even be better, sometimes, than it had been.

“Let’s go,” he whispers, so close and so quiet that Tommy can feel each syllable rumble against his skin, tires steady on a gravel road away from this scene and toward the next.

[keferon]

What if instead of magic being what turned the seal skin a part of drift it was some stuff that mutaded the leviathans/funky chemicals released in the tsunami that then reacted with mer dna that of the seal skin wich after he wore it a while began to what it did.

Just a wierd idea i got

So let's instead of using magic of love and friendship make the whole turning process be very unnatural and creepy and painful is what I'm hearing?

[fallinginlove-20s]

150 days left until fall 😫

[daily-odile]

everything is the same except Odile is the one looping

oh. heheheheh. muahahahaha. hold on *digs through my pile of disorganized sketches*

Odile loops au; a sketch compilation!!

Some old fic drabbles + associated sketches under cut (a6 secret spoilers):

hc: Since equipment carries over, as long as Odile uses her book in a fight, she can write down notes and have it carry over loops

toxic doomed yuri (for a more fleshed out fic I highly recommend The Sweetest Thing by soreimoon, it's amazing)

[w1lmuttart]

Alright so before I jump on the ln3 bandwagon can I put Mono through the wringer one more time? Okay? Okay 👍

[dewwshi]

The people demand more Minlach. ( please more we are desperate and your art of them is so good 🥺🥺🥺)

🫡

my beautiful yuri... sooo critical to me that minthara 1. fell first 2. fell harder. something abt the idea of this self-avowed villain being utterly and inexplicably smitten with the sweetest nicest golden retriever girl in the world

[creating-by-starlight]

Me, every time anyone says anything about "waiting for The One God has for you"/romantic soulmates/etc: Stop, stop, stop! Why are we implying that everyone has a soulmate when everyone does not have a soulmate? God's going to get nasty letters saying "Where's my soulmate? Why haven't I found my soulmate?" and do you want Him to have to deal with that? I don't think so! Stop spouting heresy being so silly!

[deliriousblue]

THE HEART KILLERS (2024) episode two

[whysoblue2]

Well, time to show what's cooking!

The cover art for The Last Bishop, the First to Fall! I thought I would wait to show the finished product... but hell, lineart is my stronger suit, so before I ruin everything with clumsy colours, here it is with its own post! What do you think, guys? Finished piece here!