Noisome (adjective): offensive to the senses and especially to the sense of smell
// not to me. not if it’s you.
(tw: Minor gore / talk of death)
Sometimes your work is rotten. There is no getting around it. Rot is part of the cycle you keep.
It is why you work alone; the smell cannot offend one who doesn’t need to breathe.
(Also, people get a little weird when you ‘hold’ your breath for too long.)
So, it is often you and the vultures.
They have become less afraid of you, over these few moons. You are never in a hurry, after all, and are so often content to sit and watch them work.
You admire their bald heads - like monks, head bents to holy work - and you know their stomach acids are potent to keep them healthy and safe.
Cleaning flesh from bone is hard work and comes with risks, but left to rot the flesh can prove a danger to others.
The vultures are a necessity.
Just like the decay is.
Just like you are.
You have never thought yourself a necessity but you wonder at it, now.
(This is not entirely true: You think every living soul serves a purpose on the star, no matter the size of it.)
(This rule, however, does not extend to you.)
(Naturally.)
You know there are others like you. Psychopomps is the fancy word for it. Guides, aids, speakers. You have even met a few of them! So far an -- eccentric bunch. Perhaps that is part of the calling. Vultures have their bald heads and their strong stomachs to aid them. Perhaps pyschopomps are odd for the same reason. An evolutionary tick of sorts.
You sit for hours, watching the vultures, turning the idea over in your head.
If the work leads to the oddness what else does it change about you? Given enough time could it be -- anything?
Worry burrows into your heart.
It is only after the vultures leave and you are collecting the bones of the fallen that you feel peace again. A moth ventures from the shadows and rests upon your shoulder as you cradle the skull in your hands - some soft bits still cling, vultures are not perfectionists after all - and the brush of its wing against your cheek feels like gratitude.
If this work changes you beyond recognition you think it would still be Good and Holy work.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Abbott Elementary (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Gregory Eddie & Jacob Hill
Characters: Jacob Hill, Gregory Eddie, Background & Cameo Characters
Additional Tags: Post-Season 03e05 Breakup, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Sleep Deprivation, Friendship, Break Up Aftermath, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Gen or Pre-Slash
Summary: Jacob crashes on Gregory’s couch.
Night one is emotionally fraught.
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empty places
72k, complete
“It’s crowded in my head,” Will admits. “Like someone’s written over all my pages, and I can’t see what’s beneath.”
“Beneath all the words is nothing but a blank sheet. With patience and the right tools, you can carve the ink away.”
Will tilts his chin up. “I think that’s already been tried, Dr. Lecter.”
“Your father cut himself out of you.”
“Not well enough.”
Garret Jacob Graham could have taught Hannibal Lecter a thing or two about raising monsters.
or, S1 with Will as Abigail. Pre-slash but decidedly Hannigram.
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3 and 4 for the ask game! <3
Thank you, Honey! <3
3: If this work is an update/new chapter, how do you stay motivated on multi-chapter works?
this is a great question for me because i am so often unmotivated haha. but what's helped me is first and foremost only writing when i feel like writing. i can't force words, it's like pulling teeth and i never like what i've written when i force it. and that goes hand in hand with my other motivator which is patience (something i'm still learning lol). the time between my chapter updates is literally getting longer and longer and that bums me out... but for this last chapter i really did need that break. i told myself it was okay to not think about the AU for a while and just focus on irl stuff.
listening to the playlists that i've made also really helps get the creative juices flowing haha, as well as seeing anyone mention the fic. knowing people are still interested in reading helps immensely.
4: What’s the most challenging part about posting new/updated work? Do you find posting stressful or invigorating?
keeping track of my notes and all the details i want to include, contemplating how they will show up again in the future, or how it will be resolved, or if i should include it at all... i've had to push aside several plot points or just fun little moments that i want to get to but realistically won't fit in a a chapter. i have to remind myself that, for BitB, we literally have 16 more shows to go. i will have time to write everything i want.
and for a new chapter, especially this latest one, im always worried about adding too much fluff. every moment, every interaction has reason. and for Bolt in the Blue in particular, im terrified of stagnancy. as we enter each new city, the chapters are going to change. we're not always going to be on the stage. we're not always going to focus on the city, or on Endless, or on Hob even! my biggest fear is falling into predictability, which is almost the opposite of touring lol.
because of all this (and more, i could go on lol) i find posting very stressful lmao. this fic is my baby and i want so much for it to be good. which is why posting new chapters is very invigorating as well. i'm always eager to finally share what i've written. i still cant believe my silly little band au turned into something so many people enjoy <3
Fanfic Q&A for Bolt in the Blue
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🎵🎵 One for each of the dead-not-dead girls
Odette:
Birdtalker - The Dream
A song about missing the forest for the trees.
Open up, oh heart of mine
Could you feel it in the magic of the rain
You're thirsty in the middle of the stream
So have a drink and float your way on through the dream
Floatin' in the middle of it
Odette longs for love, of all sorts, to color her life. She knows she has it! She knows she is lucky to be loved by so many people; in big and small ways.
Sometimes her despair robs her of the ability to see it.
Ain't no reason to fear
My god
Carry on with your life
My god
Ain't no reality to be torn from
You can never be far away
From the love that you've been waiting on
The chorus of this song has always sounded affectionately exasperated to me. Which is perfect for how Odette talks herself through these low periods.
There is not reason to fear.
Carry on with your life.
You've no need to be torn from reality.
There is love all around you.
Odile:
Valerie Broussard - A Little Wicked
The titular song of Odile's playlist.
Beware the patient woman, cause this much I know
No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne
Odile's greatest asset has ever been her patience. And wielding it, she has sat on many thrones as many women. She has lived a long time. Perhaps not as long as some but far longer than a hyur's intended life. She has learned the sweet taste of seeing those that would belittle you brought low. It's something she has gotten very good at, waiting for downfalls.
As I lay me down to sleep
I will not scream, I will not weep
If he should die before he wakes
I'll pray the Lord his soul to take
Once an accomplished paladin of Sil'dihn, Odile was a devoted follower of Nald'thal. Now, in her undead state, she blames her god. Says he has cursed her family line to never be judged and given their rest.
That's fine. That's good, actually. What use is a fear of gods? She is beyond their reach now. She may as well have fun with it.
Like Odette, Odile is a psychopomp in ability only. Odette guides. Odile devours.
Just those smug bastards, though. No one misses them once she's toppled their kingdoms.
Thank you for the ask @cindernet-explorer!!
[ Prompt ][Not accepting any, currently!]
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