Sip of Snips - "pump(ed)"
In an act of desperation, I'm turning to my fics because none of the recent words have appeared in either of my regular WIPs and it's making me sad. So I humbly offer you this, from that one HNOC fic of mine:
And just as his ears picked up all the Station’s hums, so too did his eyes often see all around the Fort. His field of vision was rarely without some snippet or other from somewhere far off. Down below, in unused tunnels, miles away across the reddish sands, and out there, in the void beyond Fort Galfridean where Avalon burned bright. He saw through the eyes of every nut and bolt and cog, his vision divided but never hindered, as if his sight was endless.
Arthur breathed deep, trying to push away the hum, trying to close a thousand eyelids. It didn’t work. It never did. There was no quiet anymore. Never again.
He could hear his lovers’ breaths, but he also felt their hearts beat and their brains work in their sleep and their blood pump through their veins. And he felt the bodies of every other being for miles and miles around. Every inhabitant of Camelot and its surrounding cities, every Saxon sleeping at the edges of the world, every animal in its shelter, even the rotting corpses of Galahad and the previous captain. Because the Station felt it too. The Station felt everything, and it never rested.
He got up, carefully stepping over Guinevere’s sleeping form, and headed to the town hall. If he couldn’t rest, at least he could finally find some silence.
This fic has been sitting in my docs for months. I've been procrastinating it. I love it a lot tho.
This probably makes 0 sense without context lmao
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reminding myself there are no truly "bad days", because every single day, someone somewhere in the world has taken a photo of an extremely tiny animal and shown it to someone else, and that's very good actually
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Let justice be done.
Also some sketches but I’m not particularly proud of them so hiding them in read more-
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kidnap your man's $12,000 guitar, leave him a ransom note written in newspaper clippings, send him polaroids of the guitar as proof of life, mail him parts of the guitar as a threat, describe torturing the guitar by slowly tightening its strings, and then only give the guitar back after your man kidnaps your cancer patient in retaliation - the How to Get What You Want from Your Terrible Dumpster Fire Boyfriend guide by Doctor James Wilson
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havent drawn siffrin in so long i almost forgot how to draw them @__@....
also siffrin bday........happy birthday siffrin. and also loop. i just didnt have time to draw them </3
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some funky dragons, drakes and wyverns. fyi this is not the recommended way to pack Your dragons
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Six of Crows where everything’s exactly the same except that Rollins doesn’t have childcare so Alby follows him around everywhere like Johnathan Wilde and little Christopher in The Completely Made Up Adventures of Dick Turpin
The vision:
Rollins: I’ll make you pay, Brekker! I’ll make you all pay!!!
Alby: *stands next to him playing with his cup and ball*
Rollins: *in the middle of a villain speech*
Alby: Dad. Dad. Dad!
Rollins: Yes, what!?
Alby: I found a dead beetle
*shows him*
Rollins: Ooooh yes
*starts inspecting beetle*
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the post abt writing at 4 am was foreshadowing, therefore: troy centric fic anyone?? lintroller crumbs?? maybe
just wanted to write blink and runt for once :))
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I need a "randomize episode" button. Purely so I can more easily play my favorite game, "turn on a random episode of Supernatural and make someone who's watched maybe two or three episodes take a wild stab at what's going on"
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