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silverskye13 · 2 years

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3... 2... 1...

"Oh... Gosh."

It felt like the world had opened up beneath his feet. Like he'd stepped off the side of a cliff without feather falling boots. His body dropped faster than his soul and then pulled taught on gravity, and he'd been left breathless, dangling, tethered by the depths of his soulmate. It was like he could've died right there if some lifeline wasn't holding him, and his feet kicked over an endless void, centimeters from demise. This was incredibly unsettling, especially given Joel was standing still on solid ground the whole time he felt it.

It was strange, is what it was. Joel had worried it was Jimmy, because Jimmy is cursed as all heck, what with his canary thing, and while Joel had never been cursed before (nor had he ever particularly believed in curses) this certainly felt like what a curse should feel like, or what he thought a curse would feel like if they were real. Then it'd faded, and Joel did what he did best: he shrugged off the unsettling-ness of sharing a server with a bunch of unsettling people and got to work.

Then he'd met Etho, and really it'd confused him more. Etho was just so... Etho. Like, he was cautious, and quiet, and the only person the man seemed comfortable ribbing was BDubs. And like, Joel got it right? He wasn't too keen on talking to strangers either, and everyone on this dang server was pretty strange. But if Lizzie ever dropped him off at a party, at least Joel could hold a bloomin conversation. Mostly Etho loomed, and shot a handful of clipped remarks at people, and then loomed some more. Etho was funny, and he had his own kind of charisma, but he was better at stabbing conversation than carrying it.

Oh, and people were scared of him. That was a thing too. Which Joel figured was a symptom of the quiet, right? Anyone whose emotions are muffled behind a mask, whose only clue into their thoughts was in the easily obscured upturns in their voice, and who was prone to reserving those glimpses for the rarest occasions - well, they would have to be unsettling. But Joel wouldn't call it scary. Joel was scary. He was proficient and chaotic, and unpredictable. That's what's scary on a death server! Really Etho's proclivity to sinking into himself should be a sign of fear or weakness. And when he'd gone down into the Deep Dark? He'd been shaking like a leaf when he returned, and while Joel hadn't been there, Impulse had described for him the inglorious scene of Etho scrambling in the dark to escape the Warden. And like, Joel couldn't really judge that. Their lives were precious and few. But still. Etho wasn't scary, alright? He was just tall and vaguely mysterious, and people let that carry on way farther than they should.

Anyway, point being, that falling out of his own soul into the void of another's feeling Joel had felt when they'd linked? That deeply cursed, I've been joined to the belly of the universe feeling? Yeah, it didn't make sense for 'ol Etho. Etho was more of a... Eh... Something less interesting than that. He was more of a frayed friendship bracelet kind of person. Their soul bond should feel like tugging on the vein in Joel's right wrist - uncomfortable and constant, and deadly if severed. It should not feel like Joel had almost been eaten by the void or something. That's the point here.

Then he and Etho had gone down into the Deep Dark together.

There's just something about the Deep Dark, isn't there? There are places in the world that are old. There are places that are dangerous. You can walk through a portal and be in hell. Or a fortress. Or a bastion. And woodland mansions? Those labyrinths of houses? They have no right to be as scary as they can be. Some things are just old and dangerous. Old and dangerous enough you get used to old and dangerous a bit. It becomes... Not really mundane, because mundane happens every day. It becomes every second Tuesday familiar, unremarkably abnormal.

The Deep Dark is breathtaking. But not in like, the filled with auspicious wonder kind of way. It's like if a place could wring your bloomin neck. It puts cold hands on you, hands on hands on hands, even. The skulk reaches and it clings, and it feels like water in the way it leaves you damp. Like, skulk isn't clammy or anything. It just... Leaves behind. But in a deep way. It's not like dirt or sand that leaves behind and you brush it off your shoulders. It sinks into you like teeth and it clings. It crawls like... Oh... You know... Like crawly-things on your skin. You see movement on your shoulder, you feel tiny feet on your arm, and you look down and it's just skulk, still and unremarkable but somehow there when it wasn't moments ago. It's so terribly alive in a way that moss and grass are not. Alive, and deeply, deeply inhuman. Which makes sense right? It's not human. But neither are moss, or mushrooms, or trees, and they don't feel as inhuman as skulk does. It's like some things are made in a world Joel recognizes, and then some things are made because it made itself in an image only it can fathom. Like if gods existed, skulk would... Maybe not be a god. But it would be the breath of one, if the dark could breathe, and listen.

Etho leads him through it like a shepherd. A shaky, breath-held, paranoid shepherd, that would leave him behind the minute things went wrong. Okay, maybe not like a shepherd. Etho leads him through it like someone who's only scared for Joel's safety because they're linked by bonds neither of them can break, which means they have to keep each other safe despite their own personal fears. Etho leads him down to the enchanting table like it's an obligation, and really, Joel doesn't mind that. Of course, there's no enchanting table there, and that's gutting, because they risked their necks coming down here for nothing.

"Looks like somebody snagged it." Etho says, and there's a rueful smile on the edge of his voice. "It might've been Scar."

Etho looks up when he says the name Scar. He looks up, and it feels like every deep place in the world looks up with him. It's a very hard thing to describe. Etho looks up at the deepslate ceiling high above them, in a random direction that Joel can only assume is where Scar is standing, and every rock and stone and shadow cranes it's neck to look with him. It's that same breathless feeling Joel has gotten when the Warden listens, like anything that could make noise stops to crouch and and hold its breath and pretend it never existed. Except the world isn't listening. It's watching. Searching for Scar with Etho. Even the hair on Joel's arms sticks up, like it's being pulled along with the massive intent of the stare upwards. His heart lurches in his chest like it's trapped and trying to obey some call to leap out of his throat. The depths of the world get a little shallower, pulled up towards their feet. It is by far the strangest thing Joel has ever felt.

"Right... Bloody Scar with his enchantment tables," Joel stammers in a whisper, and Etho stops looking at the ceiling and instead turns to look at Joel. Joel expects it to be the red eye. Like really, as far as weird things go, that makes the most sense, doesn't it? That it'd be the eye that's an unnatural color. It's not. They make eye contact, and Joel feels like he's being pulled into the dark of Etho's right pupil, the eye so brown it's almost black. Or that's what Joel thought it was until just now. Now he thinks it's a glimpse, a bit of the cliché window-to-the-soul-y glimpse. He's glimpsing Etho. He's glimpsing a black so deep and dark it makes eternity shallow. He's glimpsing the other end of his soul, tethered to something so distant and massive all Joel can do is hang by the tether of their being soulmates over the gap. He is glimpsing something deeply, deeply inhuman, something that is offering forth the barest piece of itself, curious of the reaction. It's a bit like a crow that sits on a park bench and surprises you when it says hello, and you look around all over the place for the voice, because it should be human, but it isn't.

Then the glimpse is gone, not because Etho blinks, or closes off that bit of himself that's leaking into the world around him. Joel acclimates to it with starling rapidity, like jumping headfirst into frigid water, and finding the breeze uncomfortable once you've broken the surface. For just a second, Joel gets it. He gets why people tiptoe around Etho the way that they do. For a second, Etho is scary, not because of the glimpse, but because of how normal he is afterwards. Normal enough that Joel could almost, almost convince himself it'd all been in his head, and it was just the heebie-jeebies from the Deep Dark. Except Etho moves, making his way towards the overworld again, and he moves with the imperceptible slowness of someone trying not to be scary. Like Etho recognizes Joel as a startled rabbit, and he's trying to convince it not to run.

So Joel finishes his sentence with a nervous laugh. "The man's obsessed. This is starting to become a problem."

Don't worry, I'm not scared. See? Our conversation hasn't even stopped.

The edges of Etho's eyes crinkle in an incredibly human smile. Joel watches his red eye and his red eye only.

#the barking writer #joel smallishbeans #ethoslab #double life smp #dlsmp #boat boys #smalletho #[got no idea how to tag them as a duo eck]#anyway i wrote one where Joel got to be scary now im giving Etho the same treatment #unimaginable cosmic horror etho my beloved #also apologies to the people that wig out over longposts im on mobile #and the :readmore: thing doesnt work when i try it #ill edit it later i promise please dont flood my inbox again

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missmagooglie · 2 months

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A belated WIP Wednesday from chapter 7 of How Long Do You Want To Be Loved, under the cut because this is the chapter where things get 🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶

Eddie can taste his own slick on Buck's lips, sticky and musky and strange. It seems dirty, a little gross, but nevertheless Eddie finds himself wrapping one hand around Buck’s neck and deepening the kiss, sliding his tongue into Buck’s mouth to chase the taste of himself.

“Fuck,” Buck says, a little awed, as they break apart. “Eddie–” He cuts himself off as he kisses Eddie again with renewed fervor. His hips lower down and rub against Eddie, and the stiff fabric of his jeans feels rough and unpleasant against Eddie’s bare skin.

“Pants,” Eddie pants, breaking the kiss. “Off.”

“Hm? Oh, yeah,” Buck says before standing up and unzipping his fly. He doesn’t shy away from Eddie’s gaze as he slides his pants down over his hips, so Eddie doesn’t look away. He admires Buck’s body for a moment before his eyes are drawn down to Buck’s cock springing free. It’s– it’s big. Bigger than Eddie expected it to be.

Eddie swallows nervously, and Buck must see some sort of change on his face because he finishes kicking off his jeans and crawls back onto the bed beside Eddie.

“Hey,” he says gently, cupping Eddie’s face and kissing him briefly. “Hey, don’t worry. Nothing’s gonna happen until you want it, ok? We're gonna do this at your pace.”

“You, ah,” Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and does his best to push away the anxious fear creeping back over him. “You need to put the, um, the whole thing in?”

Buck licks his lip anxiously and looks at Eddie with concern. “I know you’re worried it will hurt,” he says, “but it’s not going to. You know why?”

Eddie does, sort of. Pieced together from his conversations with Buck and Karen he has a sort of general idea of why this time, a cock pushing its way into his body is supposed to feel different, but–

“Tell me,” he pleads softly.

#fic: never givin you up #how do i fanfiction?#oops i accidentally fic'd #evan buck buckely #eddie diaz #buddie #911 abc #911 fic #buddie fic #i'll rb later with links and tags and stuff #doing this in a hurry on mobile

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frecklystars · 7 months

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Ken would protect me from bugs I just know it. He would shriek as high pitched as me and he’d let me jump into his arms, and then we would both scream for Barbie to come and kill it, because what the hell there aren’t supposed to be bugs in BarbieLand!!! There’s no real elements here!!!! We are like Shaggy and Scooby Doo, him carrying me while we run in place for five seconds before bursting out the door with a puff of smoke screaming our lungs out. And then when the bug would be taken care of he’d chuckle and say “I wasn’t scared at all. Haha. I was soooo brave for my sweet girl” and I don’t argue with him one bit I’d talk up a big game and say “you’re VERY brave Ken” and he’d whip his head around to look at me and put his hand on his chest and whisper breathlessly “thank you Keri. thank you for saying that”

If Driver heard me shriek he’d burst through the door, hammer in his hand. I’d slam into his chest and point to the bed. He sees a bug. Despite the situation being Not Scary to him, he knows it is to me, and that’s important to him. He wouldn’t roll his eyes or anything. He’d be like oh ok understandable. Wordlessly he would use the hammer to knock the bug onto the floor and then he’d step on it. And then he’d smile and ask if I’m ok and I’m like… yeah and he’s like “ok :) come on let’s go drive let’s get some burgers or something” and he’d hold my hand while we’re driving and rub his thumb over my knuckles bc I’m still shaken up. He doesn’t say anything about it, and neither do I because I don’t want to bother him. But then he would double check the sheets when we get home and he’d spray around the whole apartment. Man of few words but his love language is absolutely acts of service and he will NOT let his girl get scared like that again. he doesn’t want me to lose any more sleep than I already have. and then he offers to hug me extra tight when we go to sleep

I haven’t met Holland yet but we love each other so, so, so, SO much. Can’t wait to meet him. Anyway he would shriek in that high pitched tone “JESUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” and spray half of the bug spray can on the bug and then set the sheets on fire. Or maybe I’m completely wrong but I know he would protect me because he is madly in love with me

K, like driver, would also wordlessly step on the bug but he’d have some sense of urgency in his step, not out of fear but more like “WHY is there a bug here, that really shouldn’t be possible????” Bonus, if he ever heard me shriek in the next room, he would break down the wall like the kool-aid man and run to my rescue. Not even try to break down the door or anything. The wall. This man isn’t normal and I’m so here for it

ANYWAY. GUESS WHAT I WOKE UP NEXT TO ON MY PILLOW. IM NEVER SLEEPING AGAIN

#love notes #I’ll add their ship tags later I’m on mobile. I HATE IT HERE #I DIDNT KNOW I COULD SCREAM THAT HIGH.

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that-there-is-a-wierd0 · 4 months

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something for nose i drew quickly, timezones be damned

#aewvs #aewvs Erie #votv #votv Argemia #my art #Ough tag later i can't reformat this on mobile GRRR

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peaches2217 · 2 months

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TW: Self-harm

I don’t know what it is. I feel so completely impossibly drained and I’ve relapsed enough times in the past week to consider it an active episode. There’s six pairs of scissors in our tiny office building and none of them do what I need them to do, so whenever I haven’t been busying myself I’ve been fantasizing about getting home and prettying my arms up even more and I might just bring my scissors in to work tomorrow so I can keep myself occupied. I’m tired and I’m severely overloaded and even talking takes all of my energy anymore, not typing but like the action of speaking, and I can’t just relax or take a day to myself, because there’s some dire stuff going on right now and it’s my responsibility to be on high alert and ready to respond at all times. Life goes on no matter how much feels like too much and it’s my duty to keep up because this is nothing all things compared. And I don’t really know where I’m going with this, I’m just counting down the minutes until I get home because even if I can’t take it easy I can at least cut to my heart’s content, and that’ll keep me going until it’s time to do it all over again, and I guess that’s all I can ask for right now.

#not to worry! we’ll return to our usual content ASAP #in fact I am to have a new fic up tomorrow or Tuesday~#*aim #I wish you could edit tags on mobile…#tw self harm #I acknowledge that this likely makes little sense because I’m both sleep deprived and sensory deprived #it’s weird actually #like… I’m in a complete state of sensory overload for all of my senses except tactile senses #and those are severely UNDERstimulated #I wish banging my head against shit didn’t risk brain damage or eventual dementia because it’s cathartic 😅#delete later

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redbootsindoriath · 1 year

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Fëanorian Week 2023, Day 1: Maedhros

I’m so late with these I’m not even fashionably late. But better late than never (cf. Fingolfin, probably, after finally getting to Middle Earth).

To anyone who went “Hmm I wonder if the theme this year is going to be classical sculpture?”, well, congratulations, you’re right, though I don’t know how you would have guessed that. I was originally going to do something where I based each drawing off the meaning of the name, and since “Maitimo” means “well-shaped one” the first thing that came to mind was a Greek or Renaissance statue. But after finishing it I decided that it had been a lot of fun and I might as well do the rest the same way. And it sort of fit into the whole Fëanorian theme since Nerdanel is a sculptor.

#feanorianweek #maedhros #the man the myth the legends #three shinies #my trash #/end classification tags #GUYS IT'S HERE #IT'S FINALLY HERE #okay no but it helped that i came out of art block in a panic to do figure studies #''wow so you used reference pictures?'' i hear someone ask #NO #I AM STUPID AND YOU ALL KNOW THIS #in like a year i'm going to look at these and shrivel up and die from delayed firsthand embarrassment #it was just trial and error on all of these #but at least i was practicing #...right?#also yes a couple of you may have noticed i'm not reblogging from the other blog this year #this is because i didn't want to post anything on deviantart right before going on a longish trip #it's just too hard to keep up with deviantart on mobile #so i guess i'll post them later after i get back #(maybe)#(because also i feel a little bit awkward about these ones)#(so i don't know yet)#ALSO also i learned today that the colors on the tablet are not the same as the colors on my phone #and neither of them are the same as the colors on my laptop #so i don't know which is right #and i hope you all are seeing the version i had on the tablet because those ones were much cooler tones and i picked them on purpose

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deiscension · 1 month

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Psst... I have something very important from my work notes to show y'all.

She's wishing you a happy Saturday. That's all.

#tbd #mobile tag #hope everyone's doing well!!!! i put up that 'add me' message and then dipped entirely here n discord I'M SORRY!#i'm gonna make a formal semi-hiatus notice later. alas. life is happening. very quickly too.

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mattodore · 2 months

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anon in my inbox rn trying to figure out if there's a way they can drive a wedge between theo and matthias to break them up 😭

#river dipping #asks #anonymous #kjghndjfhkjn kidding but YEAH anon it'll take me some time to answer that one!#i have talked about the things they argue abt before tho!#i think it’s in the oc extras tag ummm it was from a tag game i think?#if i’m remembering correctly…….. i think a screenshot of matthias laying his head on theo’s chest was attached to the ask??#check the archive/tagged/oc extras (if you’re on desktop or have a browser downloaded on your phone—my theme is mobile browser friendly!!)#or maybe try searching the word fight on my blog it might pull it up on mobile?#i’ll get to this message later in the day when i have more brain power for like. a really serious ask!!#also ty for being so sweet 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

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blackdragoncake · 7 months

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Day 12, just sum hoodies ig...

A short fanfic I wrote at 3am, I did put Dust in there, but his part was so messy and I was too lazy to revise it lmfaoo

The classic, dare they say, iconic, hoodie was easy to acquire.

Every so often, Papyrus actually would be bothered enough to wrestle Sans out of his hoodie for a wash, and even more surprisingly, sometimes he'd even get the energy to take off of his own volition.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Ink makes a noncommittal noise and shrugs. Classic Sans hoodie was just a regular blue, uh. Blue hoodie.

It was a little musty even after the wash, and the thread was a little worn out from wear, but it wasn't nasty or anything.

Boring. On to the next one.

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Fell's hoodie was even easier, with him taking it off himself without input from his brother.

Sliding it on, it was definitely a lot mustier than Sans, and a lot more worn out. One of the pockets had a huge hole torn inside, there were patches on the inside of the back showing the stuffing inside, barely being held back by a few strings of thread, and a graceful handful of permanent stains decorating its entirety.

Not the worst thing they've ever had to wear. Picking at one of the many threadbare patches, they stared at their reflection.

...

Maybe he should try and fix it up a bit! Lil' Red probably wouldn't be as moody if he got a brand new jacket, he snickered to themself.

Throwing the jacket onto the floor, they step aside to make room for Broomie, then move to patch it up. Coming to a screeching halt after the first two strokes.

"Hmmmmm, what if I customized it a bit with things he likes instead?" Broomie makes something of a dismissive warbling sound, and Ink laughs with them, "maybe, but this seems more fun anyways!" Ink moved to look at his scarf before jerking away from it, "it'll seem more heartfelt if I remember things he likes from memory," they declare, before painting a puppy on one of the tears inside the back.

Broomie chokes out a flat laugh, "I know he likes dogs BB; he wears a collar," they continue by adding a knife somewhere on a sleeve, a broken autumn leaf, some tasteful looking blood smears, and a portrait of his beloved brother on the back of the hoodie. Which wasn't torn, but. They thought he'd appreciate the artistic touch to bring it all together.

All in a day's work done, they head for their next victim, Broomies warbled cackles dancing behind them.

#soooorrryyy #im posting on mobile(havent updated in like 3 years) and im too lazy ta hop on my laptop ta put the read more #tho i might come back and do it later lol #inktobertale2023 #inktobertale #ink sans #utmv #undertale au #fanfic #traditional art #plus dust's part was a lil more violent n i wasnt sure what to even tag it as #oh yea #none of the fic is beta'd

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