#Tal writes

[oiveyzmir]

That one scene from The Interview where eminem comes out but like. Rockstar!eddie

I mean. He probably orchestrated the whole thing himself since he loves the Drama of it. He waits patiently for the interviewer to ask him something along the lines of, what inspires your lyrics? And when he does Eddie shrugs, poker faced.

“Uhh, many things. Life, mostly. My friends, my husband, my family, Dungeons and Dragons… you know?”

The interviewer all but stops, and Eddie does his best not to laugh. This is live tv after all. He can vaguely hear people shouting from the poor guy’s earpiece.

“Let’s back up a little, what did mean by-“

“Dungeons and Dragons?” Eddie asks, feigning innocence. “Oh, it’s the fantasy storytelling game, with the dice. You must’ve heard of it, many people-“

“Not that,” the interviewer persists. “You said you had a husband?”

“Yeah?” Eddie replies, as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. “I’ve been married for the last four years.”

“To a guy.” The interviewer carefully clarifies.

“Yeah. I’m gay.”

More screaming through the earpiece. Eddie feels like bathing on the waves of satisfaction that are washing over him.

“I’m actually surprised no one figured this one sooner, I wasn’t exactly hiding it.” He continues.

The interviewer listens intently to someone talking in his ear. “So when you sang, take me to your place, stick it in my face, gonna sit here on my knees ‘till your crown falls on my head, you meant…”

“This is definitely about me giving oral sex to my dear, beautiful male husband, yup.” Eddie smiles. “I’ve been leaving, like, a gay breadcrumb trail for you to follow.”

Steve, waiting patiently in the green room, laughs so hard he has to crouch down on the floor. He’s proud of his husband, and happy he was finally ready to let the world truly know him, but Dustin’s horrified face and loud Ew, that’s way too much information will never not be hilarious to him.

#steddie #steddie headcanon #saw the scene on tiktok and couldn’t help it sorry #stranger things #steddie ficlet #tal writes

[thetismcave]

Another dramatic drabble with some more headcanons

Session 7 spoilers :)

It really is an apocalypse, Scott thought, watching the carnage from atop the cliffs.

The world had gone mad. The plateau below was splattered with blood, and death was spreading like an infection through the ranks of the players.

He was hiding in his own base, from his own teammates. Maybe it was stupid to keep hanging around, but he knew this place well, and he was pretty sure they didn’t think he’d come back. He’d nearly been killed getting chased out by his own teammate, for fucks sake.

He’d gone to ground after that, but he knew that without info he was a sitting duck. So, here he was, on one of his increasingly rare ventures to the surface, crouching in a tree and watching the grasslands below.

When Cleo dug through their wall, he couldn’t help but be relieved. His instinctive reaction was affirmed when they, treading just as lightly as he was, showed no signs of hostility or of alerting the hunters.

“Hi,” he grinned at her.

“Hi, hi!” They replied, a stressed little laugh in their voice as they creeped through the new opening.

“What’s happening? Why is there a Warden now?” Scott asked softly as she filled in the wall behind herself.

“They’re trying to get me,” she grimaced, easing into a crouch beside him, sheltered under the trees. “As the last- the last green.”

Scott hummed a tense reply, leaning against the rough bark of the oak, slowly creeping further into his- the base.

“Gem also has no band loyalty anymore,” he said nonchalantly, not looking at Cleo, “Because she died, came back as a red, and tried to kill me. So, I had to flee. I’ve been skulking around my own base all day.”

He said it offhandedly, like it was just another anecdote. Like it was an interesting tidbit instead of a near deadly betrayal.

He knew they could see right through him.

She knew what was genuinely laidback and what was a coverup. She knew how much he hated this, how deeply his loyalty ran.

“Widow’s Alliance?” She offered, holding out her arm. The shifting moonlight hit a tattoo, a blue rope winding down the inside of her wrist, its end frayed and orange. He’d known it was there. It’s partner was on his arm, after all. He could barely see his own now, however. The lava from his latest capital ‘D’ Death had burned away most of the skin on his arms. It was there though, the orange strands twisting along his forearm, just a little buried by scar tissue.

(The care was still there too, even though at the start they’d promised to go their separate ways. Even though their bond had been tried by nearly five of these damned games.)

If there was one constant in this mess, it was Cleo, and he could really use a damn anchor right now. He trusted her, and he hoped the feeling was mutual.

“I guess so.” He took her forearm, and the frayed ends of their ties met.

Later, after they joined up with BigB, the infected began closing in again. As they took shelter behind the walls, Scott let the other two know about his makeshift bunker, the one not even his teammates knew about.

“You know me, I’m not gonna go after you.” Cleo said, casually, as if it was a given, a law of nature that he could show her his secrets, his backup plans, without fear. And really, it was, wasn’t it? Even if Cleo didn’t have clear memories of the games before, they knew, somehow, that they could put their back to his and be defended.

He’d wondered sometimes if Cleo, ever the survivor, trusted him as implicitly as he trusted them. As they descended into the mines, he realized that now he knew. Even if neither of them realized it, they were each other’s safety net, a soft place to fall that went beyond alliances, or games, or even memories.

And even though they were being hunted, even though the rest of the world was baying for their blood, Scott felt, impossibly, like they could weather anything this apocalypse could throw at them.

#life series #scott smajor #fanfiction #secret life #zombiecleo #dangthatsalongname #smajor1995 #Tal writes #they got the tattoos after double life :) #platonic soulmates who defy fate itself for each other <3 #a sort of sequel to the other drabble? #and ig it could technically be part of an au??

[lurkingismypastime]

writing a story :)

I love eerie things and ghosts that aren’t necessarily malicious, and I’ve wanted to write something like that for a long time but I think I have a sketch for it now? So behold!! My concept word blurbs!! :D

This is disorganized, and there’s a lot to be added, but enjoy this extremely rough sketch!

I want to keep a wild and mysterious feeling, there’s not really a society or any schools to learn about this stuff, this part of the world is strange and untamable.

There’s this creature named Mire that’s your run-of-the-mill small town cryptid. They’re genderfluid and they freely travel between here and the Other, which regularly overlaps during those eerie hours. In fact whenever you get that feeling probably mean they’re overlapping. This overlap is called Gloaming (hence why I’m calling this project Gloam).

They were passing through town, guiding ghosts into the Gloam, when a handful of kids stumbled across them. The kids hid promptly, but one tossed a candy bar or something out and Mire decided to take it because one, free candy, and two, they want to put the kids at ease. Then commences a long process where the kids think they’re earning the trust of a stray monster, but the monster is trying to earn their trust instead. Like if the cat you keep feeding shows up so that one day you’ll get the courage to actually come out and pet it.

After all this, Mire basically makes the town their home base. They meet up with the kids pretty often. Picture this big ol’ shapeshifter hiding in a eighth grader’s shadow to sneak into a diner, and joining in the conversation while this group of middle schoolers seemingly gets an extra meal that they keep slipping under the table. Nothings there, but there’s no mess and the food doesn’t reappear??

#writing #cryptids #brainstorming #worldbuilding #rural fantasy #urban fantasy #urban legends #ghost stories #ghosts #eerie #swamp creature #shapeshifter #small town gothic #midwestern gothic #tal's posts #this basically the concept art of word blurbs. #tal writes

[ylceon]

i would've allowed you to grieve

#my art #arknights #frostnova #talulah artorius #LISTEN TO ME #ive recently had so much thoughts about tal and grieving #like what if she doesnt even allow herself to grieve #the same way she wont allow herself to die bc she doesnt deserve it yet #and then i thought....i just know yelena would allow her to #i woudl write a 10k word essay on thsi if i wanted to #ok thats all ty #talfrost

[see-arcane]

I wrote a book!

The Vampyres is the happy horrifying accident born of feverish scribbling in the wake of Dracula season* (*inhaling Dracula Daily and Re: Dracula at the same time May thru November). It features a number of familiar villainous faces from classic supernatural lit, though not everyone is wearing their original name anymore. The story takes place in the 21st century and you can only hold onto those sentimental titles so long in the mayfly mortal world before you start drawing attention.

Not that swapping out pseudonyms has done anything to thwart the new shadow looming over the revenant community…

Description

Something is culling the undead.

Whether they imbibe blood, leech life, or traded mortality away to their devil of choice, the revenants of the world are disappearing. The Vampyre, a possessor of many names and collector of many lives, has been fretting over the phenomenon for some time.

A laughable fear, for he is one of those canny cadaverous few who made a deal for perpetual resurrection. The bitten may crumble, but the bargainer can rise from death after death. So he reminds himself. So he worries is no longer the case.

Not when the boyar in the Carpathians was one of the first to vanish. Still, the monster from the mountains may simply be in hiding, just as the rest of the bargainers must be. The Vampyre convinces himself of this for a single night……before the monster called Quinn Morse makes itself known.

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#-dumps all my vampyres in one post and runs- #the vampyres #my writing #the vampyre #dracula #horror #c.r. kane #look at that there's my official authorly pen name #Spotify #dracula daily #re: dracula #matt kirkland #tal minear

[flamingthespian]

Idea: Sebastian is trans, Sam and Sebastian are dating and have been since before seb came out, which happened while kent was deployed. So when kent left for war he knew his teenage son had a “girlfriend,” and when he comes back, his young adult son now has a boyfriend, and he doesn’t realize it’s the same person, so he’s like, “why did Sam never write to me about breaking up with that girl or coming out as queer and starting to date this guy,” and doesn’t understand why Sam’s new boyfriend that he’s never met is acting somewhat familiar with him

#tal talks #Stardew valley #Sam Stardew #Sebastian Stardew #sambastian #Kent Stardew #I might write a silly little fic about this ideas #like where Kent just gets increasingly more confused and eventually comes to the conspiracy theory that Sam’s ‘girlfriend’ died #under mysterious circumstances and it was covered up #Kent: son please tell me the truth what happened to your first girlfriend #Sam: dad Sebastian is literally the first and only person I’ve ever dated #Kent: SON PLEASE DID THEY WIPE YOUR MEMORY IS IT ALIENS IS IT THE GOVERNMENT #also: natural redhead seb headcanon where he also dyed his hair black during the same time period #making him look even more different than he did before

[dlartistanon]

Thinking of this one last scene with a still mostly lucid Talulah before everything spiraled downhill...

#dltext #yelena singing to eno #eno looking up to tal #tal writing letters to ch'en knowing she'll never see them #so many things hurt #dl talks ak

[paintedscales]

XIV Swap Prompt: Giving or receiving a flower.

Bonus:

Estinien helped them outshine him in giving their mother flowers.

#ffxiv #ffxiv screenshots #my screenshots #ffxiv oc #oc: nomin tal kheeriin #estinien #estinien varlineau #oc: chotan / fleurette varlineau #oc: bayarmaa / cyrielle varlineau #cinnamon ship #cinnamon kiddos #cinnamon fam #i just kept imagining this cute scenario in my head #may end up writing it since I feel like I could maybe do it better with words than gpose

[ninthriven]

they are divorced c: 

#destiny #destiny 2 #destiny 2 art #destiny the game #xio thinks tal died during the red war and tal doesn't remember xio bc of a spontaneous reset #she woke up in the smoking ruins of a building and got the FUCK out and has been wandering the system since #(her ghost is ruthless & never liked her kindhearted himbo gf so she's taken full advantage of the reset to refocus her on the power trip) #(she came back for forge and splicer tho but missed seeing her wife by a HAIR both times) #also yes i am writing a pilgrim guard/warlord love story no i haven't ACTUALLY written it yet it is all in my brain #also also i forgot to indicate tal's height and compared to xio she's a short queen clocking in at 5'7

[beeduoo]

Up and at it yesss lets bring ghe mansion back

#thsi is my fav ranboo ive ever drawn i really like his Shirt and his face #can we. ring lemon demon back who remembers redesign your logo I STILL LISTEN TO THAY WHENEVER IT COMES ON #when je would be like omg look the song is ending....GOT YOU or something i dont fucking remember anymord #i still listen to modify too i like that song #how we htought brass was the height of style now hes sgot somethign of a Steampunk smile Sorry its really catchy #SORRY I REALY LIKE TUMBLR TAGS i love writing in these twitter should add a secret third writing space not Tweet or thread idk what im tal #kig about #cranboo #cranboo fanart #cbeeduo #kind of

[merlyn-bane]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Clone Trooper Waxer, Clone Trooper Boil/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Original Clone Trooper Medic Helix/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi/CT-7567 | Rex Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody, Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), Original Clone Trooper Medic Helix (Star Wars), CT-7567 | Rex, Kai-Tal Kenobi Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Dualsex Stewjoni | Stewjoni Produce Both Ova and Sperm (Star Wars), Extremely Speculative Stewjoni Anatomy, Polyamory, happy endings, Post Mpreg, Male Lactation, Lactation Kink, Date Night, Double Penetration in Two Holes, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Good Parent CT-7567 | Rex, Adorable baby, Kai-Tal is just like her papa for real, Hurt/Comfort, Force Visions (Star Wars), Gender Issues, Mild Gender Dysphoria, Learning To Accept The Body You're In, And Getting Your Agency Back, Strap-Ons, Pegging, Exhibitionism, Clone Troopers Deserve Better (Star Wars), Speculative Clone Trooper Biology, Clone Trooper Accelerated Aging (Star Wars), (discussions and treatment of), Trying For A Baby, Gangbang, Breeding Kink, Mpreg, Pregnancy, Dominant Helix, medical discussions, non-graphic childbirth Series: Part 2 of Foelu Summary:

Exactly what it says on the tin: various snippets, extras, and vignettes from the Foelu universe. Ratings and lengths will vary throughout.

#guess who finally got around to cross-posting these over to ao3 #that's right it's me #sorry if you got spammed with ao3 emails while i was trying to figure this out #there's still a few snippets that i want to write in the future but here's these for now #foelu #foelu snippets #writing #my writing #obi-wan kenobi #commander cody #lieutenant waxer #sergeant boil #captain rex #clone medic helix #kai-tal kenobi #codywan #obi-wan x cody #obi-wan x waxer #obi-wan x boil #obi-wan x helix #obi-wan x rex

[oiveyzmir]

Living with Eddie is… well, it’s an experience.

It’s not a bad thing, not in the slightest. There’s nothing Steve loves more than the fact he gets to fall asleep next to the love of his life, wake up to his soft little snores, and go about their lives together. There’s a soft kind of domesticity to it Steve wouldn’t give for the world.

He loves their routine so much he’s even willing to move past the little things Eddie does that make him lose his mind, like the way he never washes the sink properly after doing the dishes or how he constantly leaves the cabinet doors open. He can even move past how Eddie will come home from a late night shift at the bar when it’s raining and forget to take his shoes off, leaving a muddy trail of footsteps anywhere he goes. Hell, Steve’s even willing to excuse Eddie’s phases.

Wayne had warned him about those when they first moved in together three years ago. “It’s just that he gets easily excited about things,” he reasoned then. “Which doesn’t make it any less annoying.”

Steve didn’t get what it meant then.

He surely gets what it means now.

He found something- a bout of inspiration- and hyperfixated on it until moving on to the next. There was this one time Eddie got really into gardening and bought 11 different herb seedlings, only for them to wilt and die three weeks later when he got into water coloring, then moved on to filmography, then to operas.

He had that month once where he’d developed a sudden interest in learning to play the violin (It’s for a song, Stevie, did you ever listen to Skyclad?), so he stayed up until 5 AM to play something that resembled music (but was closer to being nothing but) with the instrument he burrowed from Robin’s then girlfriend. That month was so close to being a breaking point for Steve, but he loves Eddie too much to do anything about it. He honestly believes that if he managed to live through Eddie’s Violin Month he can live through anything.

He lived through Eddie’s sewing phase, his novel-writing phase and his (honest-to-god awful) baking phase, and survived to tell the tale.

Nothing had prepared him for Eddie’s current phase, though.

It seemed harmless at first. It was even kind of adorable, really; the way Eddie’s eyes glinted with excitement when he sat Steve down to watch him do a cute little card trick, the way he laughed triumphantly when it was, in fact, Steve’s card.

It got less cute when Eddie got himself cuffed to their bedpost for hours in the most unsexy way Steve could imagine, refused Steve’s offer to let him out and making him feed him since his hands were, well, preoccupied.

It also wasn’t cute when Eddie stabbed himself with a pencil in attempt to make it disappear.

But it’s plain rude now, when Steve’s trying to get a little nap after a terrible day at the school where he’s started teaching. Eddie knows he’s sleeping, Steve made sure to call him on his way home and let him know he had a bad day and that he’ll be spending as much of it as he can sleeping it off. He trusted Eddie enough to keep it down that he didn’t bother to close their bedroom door properly, and he had also kinda hoped Eddie would see it as the invitation it was for him to cuddle up to Steve and make his awful day just a bit better.

Yet here Eddie is, an hour or so after he got back home, seemingly running into every single piece of furniture they own.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he mumbles, and Steve has to give him credit for at least trying to be quiet. “Come back here.”

Steve sleepily opens one eye at that. There shouldn’t be anyone out there but Eddie, right? He listens intently to hear someone else speaking, but he can’t hear anything but the quiet thump of someone hitting their kitchen table and Eddie’s frustrated grunting.

“Please, babydoll. Come back to me.”

And now Steve’s interest is really piqued.

Steve opens his other eye and sits up. He debates heading out there and seeing whatever happens out there himself, but decides to let it all play out just a little bit longer. It’s not like he believes Eddie is capable of cheating on him; he knows Eddie loves him too much to make him go through something like that, and he also isn’t dumb enough to do so when he knows Steve is sleeping in the other room.

He listens as Eddie makes some quiet tsk noises with the tip of his tongue. “C’mon, princess,” he whispers, not loud enough to wake Steve up, but definitely loud enough that Steve hears now that he’s really listening. “No, no, don’t go there, Steve’s sleeping, fuck.”

Steve lies back down quickly when he hears the door creak a bit wider to pretend being asleep, covering himself up to his eyes with their blanket. He can hear something’s small feet tapping on their bedroom tiles before hearing Eddie’s steps, and is he tiptoeing?

Even when he’s almost panicked about whatever it is Eddie had brought home, Steve can’t help but have a fond smile spread across his face. There is love in this, so immense and great, and Steve can be nothing but grateful and madly in love as well.

The tiny feet keep running around and Steve can vaguely imagine what it is- a kitten, or maybe a puppy, but relatively tiny ones at that. The tapping sound comes to a short stop then starts off again.

Eddie sighs, relieved, and it sounds like he crouches down. “Come on, come on,” he whispers. “There you go, good girl.”

The sound of tapping feet stops and Eddie gives the thing a kiss. “Don’t ever make me go through this again, babylove.” He mutters accusingly. “How can I trust you in battle if you pull this kind of shit on me?”

Eddie turns to go. Steve can imagine the kitten cuddling itself in Eddie’s arms. Knowing Eddie, the kitten’s probably black, maybe missing an eye or an ear, whichever makes it harder to adopt for regular people. Eddie’s not a regular person, though. The mental image he created is so endearing to him that he can’t help but loudly yawn. “Baby?” He says, trying to make his voice sound as sleepy as he can, even though he’s been wide awake for a while now. Eddie stops and turns around.

The room is dark, but even in the darkness Steve can see that whatever it is Eddie’s holding is both white and obviously not a cat.

“Hey, Stevie, did I wake you up?” He whispers, his tone apologetic, like a kid found out with his hand in the near-empty cookie jar.

“What’s that?” Steve asks back instead of answering.

Steve turns his bedside light on, and after the initial shock of light momentarily blinding him he can clearly see it; a white bunny being cradled in Eddie’s arms.

“She’s my assistant,” Eddie explains, as if it explains anything, “her name is Jessica. Get it? Jessica Rabbit?”

“Your assistant.”

“Yeah,” he says sheepishly.

“For the…”

“Magic tricks?”

“Oh.”

“I’ll take care of her, though,” Eddie sits down on the edge of the bed, Jessica sitting in his lap, “take her out on walks and feed her and everything. You wouldn’t even notice she’s here.”

Steve sits up and motions for Eddie to hand him the bunny, which he dutifully does. Her fur is so soft, probably the softest thing Steve had ever felt. “That’s not how you take care of a bunny,” Steve says as he rubs his hands gently through her fur, “she isn’t a dog.”

“How do you take care of a bunny then? ‘Cause I bought, like, a bunch of carrots.”

Steve laughs. “Oh god, I love you.”

“That means we’re keeping her, right?” Eddie takes his shoes off- Steve pointedly does not think about how their living room might look like- and cuddles up in bed next to Steve. He looks up at him so hopefully Steve is flooded with warmth and love, so flooded he can’t even remember what annoyed him so much at work today.

Steve kisses his forehead, then his nose, then softly his lips. “Sure. One condition, though.”

“What is it?”

“Can you teach me the pulling her out of a hat trick?”

Eddie grins wide. “Of-fucking-course.”

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #the kind of shit I write to avoid my bb fic #speaking of thank you bb author chat for indulging my bullshit #tal writes

[tallysescape]

got harassed into starting the second perspective and it’s going great thanks! ignore the crazed look in my eyes! anyway @wildflowerteas hi!!! i figured you’d enjoy my board because im hooked <3

#i’m updating this as i go and might put it in a google doc so i can color code but the vibes it has in my notes app are unmatched #you’re a force of NATURE for creating this btw it’s been abt two days since i started and i’m absolutely gone #past the point of no return and all that jazz #everything abt this makes me want to run around in circles it’s just really really neat and the way you’re writing it is STELLAR #and dont even get me started on the red camellia countdown oh my god i’m handling that like a champ #all that aside arrgghhhh rori rotisseries already said it but i’m having a lot of fun so!!! thank you💛💛!!! #live tals reaction

[patheticbatman]

@derinthescarletpescatarian

Third incarnation of the third Crew of the Courageous! They’re getting chickens!

If you’re wondering why there’s suddenly a lot less people in the crew picture, why don’t you read this story about a totally normal space ship? :)

#time to orbit: unknown #time to orbit unknown #TTOU #TTO:u #derin stories #derin writes #Tal isn’t pointing at the chicken near kem because ofc ke isn’t paying attention XD #I’m only going to draw kem looking at the camera if ke gets brainjacked #agh Lina ended up a lot smaller than I meant #Sam’s color changed because I wanted to take advantage of the smaller amount of people while I can #I know the characters will increase later #I drew the chickens at roughly 4 weeks old #I didn’t realize when I started we wouldn’t get to see them as babies

[biboybuckley]

no matter how hard it gets, i'll take the graveyard shift

Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz | 4.6k | Teen and Up Audiences | aka: evil doctor!buck fic 

Summary: After waking up from the coma, Buck continues to have nightmares about the darkest parts of himself breaking to the surface.

Eddie’s hurt. He’s hurt and he’s broken and Buck can’t remember why- can’t remember what happened- but he knows it’s his fault. He knows he’s the reason Eddie is lying before him, bloodied and pale and his face twisted in pain instead of peaceful in his sleep. 

His hand doesn’t hold Buck’s back, no matter how hard Buck squeezes it. His chest rises and falls, but his breaths are shallow. His eyelids flutter, his eyelashes brushing his cheeks, but they don’t open. 

He’s okay, a voice inside Buck’s mind supplies, he’s alive, he’s stable. He’s okay.

He doesn’t look okay. And Buck doesn’t feel okay. Buck feels like he’s choking, his chest constricting around his heart, his ribs cracking under the invisible pressure and stabbing into the soft tissue they’re meant to protect, leaving him bleeding from the inside out. 

Then Eddie’s eyelids flutter again, cracking open ever so slightly this time. His eyes, dazed with pain and drugs, land on Buck and the corner of his mouth lifts in a slow smile. His fingers twitch in Buck’s grasp. 

“Buck,” he breathes, some of the pain leaving his face as he murmurs the name. 

“Hey Eddie,” Buck chokes out, the tears stuck in his throat threatening to drown him. He knows what drowning feels like. He’s had water fill his lungs, leave no room for air or a scream to let loose. He knows what it is to not be able to breathe. He’s never felt it quite like this. 

“Am I-?”

“Stable,” Buck cuts in. “You’re stable. They want to keep you at least overnight, probably through tomorrow.”

Eddie nods, once, his eyes falling closed again. Buck thinks he’s fallen back asleep and he starts to lower his own head to meet their conjoined hands, to press his lips to Eddie’s split knuckles and whisper a wordless prayer. He doesn’t quite know how to pray, if he’s being honest. He thinks to pray he would have to believe someone was listening. 

The only person he wants to hear his prayers is Eddie. 

“Chris,” Eddie murmurs, his voice slurring. “Y’gotta go home to Chris, Buck.” 

Buck shakes his head, firmly. He’s already been through this in his own mind, every molecule of his body being pulled in two directions. One is home, taking care of the child that makes up half his heart. The other is here, beside the battered and bruised other half, holding his hand as if by doing that he could heal Eddie himself. “Carla is there. Bobby is going to go over. Everyone’s agreed to look out for him, I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving you alone.”

Eddie squeezes his head. “He needs you, Buck.” His face contorts for a moment, his brow furrowing and mouth curling into a pained grimace. 

“I need you,” Buck whispers. And that- that feels like a prayer. It is a prayer, more holy than any words Buck could pull from the Bible or recite in a church. 

Eddie squeezes his hand again, his grimace melting into a smile. “Hey, I’m right here. Okay? Not going anywhere. But I- I need you to be with Chris. Please, he needs a parent right now. He’s endured this too many times already.”

Buck’s breath catches in his throat at Eddie’s murmured confession, his blatant statement. It pierces Buck’s chest, expanding in the same way a flower blooms, the honey warm petals curling around his heart, protecting it from the fear trying to shred it to pieces. 

“I’m not-,”

“You are,” Eddie insists, his voice the firmest it’s been since he woke up. Buck meets his gaze and it’s fierce, fully aware of what is being said. Eddie means this. 

“Okay,” Buck breathes. “Okay. I’m going to take care of him Eddie, I swear. We’re going to be home, waiting for you to come back to us. Okay?”

Eddie only nods, his eyes falling shut again. Buck barely hears the whispered Thank you that falls from Eddie’s lips like a sigh. 

Buck gives himself a couple more moments, studying Eddie’s sleeping face, more peaceful now than before, until he squeezes Eddie’s hand once, twice, and moves to his feet. He waits another moment to ensure the beeping of the monitors stays the same, then he turns and leaves. He feels the distance like a physical tether, connecting him to Eddie and growing tenser with each step he takes in the wrong direction. 

But there’s another tendril, one connecting him to Chris even this far away, drawing him in and in further. Two lines, one heart. He wonders, briefly, if they’ll tear his heart in two. He doesn’t care. 

Love doesn’t work like that. It sounds like Maddie’s voice in his mind. It’s not meant to hurt you, to tear you apart. Those lines don’t get cut, don’t get stretched too far. They are infinite. The tension is just a reminder they’re still there. 

Buck lets out a slow breath as he walks down the hallway, further and further from Eddie’s room. The tension isn’t painful, Maddie’s voice is right. It’s just a gentle tug, a warm and constant reminder that Eddie’s still there. 

A doctor passes Buck, bumping into his shoulder and continuing on without a word. And something- something feels off. Something twists in the pit of Buck’s stomach and bile rises in his throat and his hands start shaking and- he has to get to Eddie. 

He can’t move. His feet are planted firmly to the floor, each desperate to run in the opposite direction. 

Then two things happen in quick succession: 

First, a text comes through on his phone. Automatically he checks it and nearly sobs in relief when he sees the photo from Bobby, of Chris fast asleep in his bed, his face sweet and innocent and peaceful. 

Second, he hears a shout. It’s muffled, cut off, barely there. He almost thinks he imagined it. But the ringing in his ears promises he didn’t. 

“Buck-!”

The tether snaps. 

Eddie. 

Buck spins on his heel and bolts down the hallway. It’s longer now- longer than when he came up it, Eddie grows further and further away as the tile expands under Buck’s feet.

He bursts into the room late- too late, too late. The monitor has flatlined, reduced to one deafening, monotonous tone. 

continue on ao3

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[nefertiti-fooling-fellow]

Today’s Blades chapter was so good. I would say it feels just like old times but that’s not true, it’s better even. The dynamics that we loved from Blades 1 is back, but now they’re even richer and more complex than ever.

The steady progression of the party learning to fight as a team again after a year apart feels incredibly satisfying, like finally figuring out the steps to a new dance.

#playchoices bolas #blades of light and shadow #mal volari #nia ellarious #tyril starfury #imtura tal kaelen #choices book club blades2 #I’m even more excited for the rest of the book now #I think the progression of the party is a smart writing choice too #it involves the reader in the buildup to the final battle #I think it would’ve been less satisfying if the party just worked perfectly the first time #especially since it’s been 3 years since Blades1 #hoping I’m making sense