#one warm line

[daincrediblegg]

ONE WARM LINE CHAPTER 1 PREVIEW

Well folks. For the old man's Birthday, this is what you get. A preview of the first chapter entirely from Lady Terror's point of view. Enjoy

In the mind of one Miss Genevieve Sinclair, September of 1846 still had time yet to shape up to become a very good month indeed.

A few months out from the Baffin Bay now, the air on HMS Erebus began to shift measurably. As the renewed cold washed in, so too did the excitement of the crew. You’d be hard pressed to find single soul on either ship to not be in the highest of spirits, but the sole woman among the total of 129 men on both Erebus and Terror (and the solitary representative of her sex on this expedition, at least, that which she knew of), was not quite as convinced.

With the cold, of course, came ice, and it was her charge to observe it, after all. She may still have been considered a Junior in these matters in comparison to Mr. Reid, and Terror’s Mr. Blanky, but she was familiar enough to know that even with how well their ships were outfitted, it would be difficult to maneuver the Passage, and the further they approached, the more difficult it would become, and the signs of that difficulty had already begun to show themselves. The ice, in recent days, like this one, began to look like lily pads on a great deep blue pond (dinner plates, Mr. Reid had called them, but she felt it an inept analogy for the way they floated on the surface, like they belonged there). Soon, they would grow to size, and fuse with one another, to create a great sheet, and soon after that, it would freeze farther down even than below where the ships buoyed themselves upright in the water. If their course was not charted carefully from here on out, it would be a certainty. And though certainty was a comfort in its own way, a possibility of success was far more palatable, and Sinclair would rather tread the unknown, study, and understand it, than take her chances with certainty.

And it was for this reason that, in spite of her own reservations on the future of this venture, she found herself at least a little infected by the enthusiasm of her shipmates. It was in fact this same energy that took her up to the portside gunwale on this day in particular, practically glowing from it as the cold air pinkened her cheeks. After wintering on the ice-locked shores of Beechey Island, cooped up for the majority of that time in her cabin out of necessity, she had resolved to not spend a single moment of their summer strait (un-summer-like though it was) below decks, and after receiving her assignment from a begrudged Mr. Reid to aid him in charting out the as of yet unmapped coastline as they passed, and of course, around mid-day Mr. Reid had gone down to attend other duties left to him by Sir John, leaving Sinclair alone to finish the task before her.

In perfect honesty, she couldn’t have been more relieved. Mr. Reid surely was a well studied man, in her estimation, but his demeanor, like many of the other men on these ships, was so curt and plain whenever he spoke to her. They were all a superstitious lot, she knew. Her years on the Demeter with her Father had taught her as much, but even those men, as set as they were in their superstitions, had warmed to her by the end of their course through the Prussian seas. It truly baffled her now, even one year after landfall, and none but a handful that she could count on her two hands had seemed to change their minds on the matter of her, and even fewer with the bravery to more than tip their hats to her in greeting.

And yet, in spite of their ignorance to her presence, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched as she worked. She was still an oddity enough to these seasoned naval men to warrant attention. And though they would hesitate to speak with her directly, their gazes were enough to tell her what they thought of her. Even now, perched by the portside gunwale with her instruments and sketching paper, where she had been nearly since the day began, she could feel their eyes every now and again as she tried to work. It is why she preferred to work in her cabin, or alone, at night, most days, so the feel of the eyes on her would not distract her as much. But even that feeling could not dissuade her from being determined to push through with her task today. The credit for finding the passage itself would never go to the name of a woman, she knew, but it would be her strokes in crude lead and later still in fine ink upon the very map of the world itself… it would be a credit to her. And that, no man could deny her.

It was mid-afternoon now, and she looked at what remained of her work. Three Hundred miles. Three Hundred Miles was all that stood between them and the waters of the pacific. A threshold marred with isles and inlets and capes, and ice. And her hand would chart all the rest of it (or rather, as much as she could manage in her waking hours, at least). But their course through these labyrinthian miles were what counted most. She was well acquainted enough with the accounts Parry, and Sir John Ross left of their attempts at the Passage. Even better acquainted with Dr. Richard King’s theories about the safety of the coastal waters, and as she suspected, islands, and ones that they could sail through the same as they had the Bellot strait just a few short weeks ago. But their luck had won them that prize in the first place. If it had not been summer, and if it had not been in that span of time that they had passed in, she suspected, they would not have made it out the other side and here before. And the ice was beginning to form even here, well… it was all a matter of timing. And Sinclair, as she observed her lily-pad ice, knocking against each other in the rolls of the sea and against their ship, was going to make certain that the timing was correct to avoid being iced in completely.

#lady terror #egg's oc's #egg's fics #um... god do I even tag the main pair? idk lmk if I should #one warm line #the terror #francis crozier x oc

[awsugar]

Tour Bingo: Ray Toro Haircut (thousands dead, millions injured)

someone also suggested frank haircut (thousands dead millions injured). i really think at this point that any drastic hair change for any of them would be a devastating event

send us tour leg predictions

#one warm line #asks #tour predictions

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail'' #ah tumblr... #writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" ..... #no.... not really..... #idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing... #this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey. #idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me. #i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum

[thedailymobile]

“And Make a Northwest Passage to the Sea”

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#barrier #blur #Canada #Canadian Shield #Canadiana #cottage country #driving #dusk #guardrails #lake #Northwest Passage #One Warm Line #Ontario #Stan Rogers #Tracing One Warm Line #trees

[verflares]

(pre-calam) filling the compendium :-)

+ closeup and the aftermath

#i am PRAYING that this posts okay and nothing gets squished or looks ugly. but if it is youcant tell me because ill cry #okay. anyways. #zelink #zelda #link #loz #botw #totk #link botw #zelda botw #loz fanart #for some reason trying to format this became a sisyphean ass task so now i just want to post it and go lie down or something #“why use warm colours if theyre on satori mountain” idk.... i liked how they looked :) #ok what else. ummm. so we KNOW zelda filled the compendium like she was running the navy right #its really funny because i dont even think its ever mentioned other than like. maybeeee one throwaway line from purah? #but there was a fandom osmosis moment bcus everyone Knew she'd be on top of it. and its true. she would be. #my art

[sucharandomwolf]

Hello Rise fandom 🤗

#some of my old rise art has been getting attraction again here #and it made me reminisce on some of my old art #particularly my fake Draxum screenshots of the movie #and it made me miss some of my headcanons for the characters #specifically how I believe Leo and Draxum would not get along well as father and son #unlike his brothers who I think eventually would warm up to Barry #so I got thinking what if I’m this moment Draxum was the one to save Leo? #I feel like he’d have a parental instinct (much liek Raph’s older brother instinct) and put his life on the line #and I feel like I’m that moment Leo would have realized how much he meant to Draxum as a son #I went with an angstier vision ofc #but I still executed my vision with this redraw 😤 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the TMNT #ROTTMNT #rise of the tmnt leonardo #rise of the tmnt Leo #rise of the tmnt draxum #rise of the tmnt Baron Draxum #rottmnt Leo #rottmnt Leonardo #rottmnt baron draxum #rottmnt draxum #save ROTTMNT #save rise of the tmnt #art #digital art #my art #fanart #redraw #fake screenshot?

[spitinsideme]

I was wondering if u wouldn't mind me asking more lore for the nun au :3. So, for demon Ragatha, can everyone see her, or just Pomni? If other people can see her, does she appear like a demon, or a normal human (like a disguise)? Also, does Ragatha give off any vibes? Like if u walk past her, would u get a tingle up your spine, hairs on the back of your neck standing up, stuff like that

i never mind !!! i get very happy when people want to know mlre aboit this au !! other pwople can see her yes and they see her as a demon and she COULD have a human disguise bit she chooses not to becayse she dowsnr lime usong her powera (also she doesnr care if people see her becqhse no one believes shes actually the devil) and YES SHE DOES GIVE LFF LIME A VIVE WHEN SHES CLOSE !! she actually mames the spaxe ahes in feel hotter and makes the people feel hotter (like literally as if rhey are burning up woth a fever)

this is great for pomni when its winter nwcause ragatha is literally a radiator and heats her uo nidely but in summer poor pomni has to dwal with ragatha (bwkng her clingy self) cuddling with pomni and heating her up so much

#demon x nun au #demon ragatha #nun pomni #i want to draw the events of limr winter and summer lime the differences #ragatba does actually feel warm like to her its just her natural temperature she can withstabd like a lot of heat #thats human caine by the way hes line wjatever the fucm i said he was last tine #poor pomni is trying so hard to make sure nk one sees ragatha #and ragatba like just wlaks around full on bkg ass demon she is and forgets that shes supoosdto not be seen

[wigglebox]

Warm Up

#spnfanart #destiel #destiel fanart #dean winchester #castiel #spncreatorsdaily #wiggleart #I found this line art in my procreate app this morning and decided to use it as a coloring warm up exercise #idk what my original intention was with these little doodles lol #but I’m happy to color it! it was a lot of fun lol #idk which one is my favorite

[whaliiwatching]

pillow that loves you

#spider man: across the spider verse #spider punk #spider noir #hobie brown #noirpunk #world cold and hard. spider gf soft and warm #take notes ok this is true love #did i use the same eminem line in the last lesbian noirpunk drawing? yes #its my goddamn right #hmmmmmmhhh size difference #need and deserve to hold n be held like this #not got much in the way of tags today #if tumblr would let me take hobie’s shirt off entirely we’d get to see the scars #transmisogyny ruining all my fun #anyway. they go on picnics #hobie wears her gf’s clothing all the time i know this bc ive seen it #‘hey darling have you seen my coat—oh.’ ‘sorry no all i got is this one that belongs to ME’ #holy shit. transfem fat butch noir packing heat. i need to watch her shoot a fascist dead #(we all need that i think) #spiderdykes

[theonewhowails]

Fleece of Fervor's Favor

#my art #cotl #cotl lamb #im gonna level with you i totally just thought it was called the fleece of hearts #this is one of my favorite fleeces!! it makes me feel a little bit like im playing hollow knight tbh #also i think it looks so cozy. like the sprite always makes me think of a lined cloak. warm and soff

[pastafossa]

Charlie Cox experience at Philly Fan Expo 2023

So LET”S TALK ABOUT ME MEETING CHARLIE. I’m actually going to make two posts - this one just about my experiences with Charlie, because they were incredibly meaningful and deserve their own post, and then another one about the rest of the con!

I’m going to talk about Charlie first, because of how amazing the experience was, one of the best I’ve had, especially at the autograph table. I’ve done photos, gotten autographs and such before from other celebs - from niche voice actors I loved to people like David Tennant - but this felt Really Really Big. Obviously, I was nervous as all hell because holy shit Charlie Cox, my favorite actor whose work altered the course of my life. I won’t lie - I’d been practicing what to say to him in case I freaked out, but I’m happy to say that everyone who reassured me it would go great, because he was so, so genuine and kind, were right.

The photo op happened first (and thank you to everyone on tumblr guiding me where to go, cause I was LOST about where that was happening), and that went fast. By that point in the con hall, I’d already ditched my Jessica Jones jacket and gloves cause holy shit it’s hot and I am a creature of snow and ice, and my hair was a mess, but honestly I didn’t care, cause there he is. You don’t get long, but he made the most of it and he was SO sweet. Ya’ll, he asked my name, said my name as he shook my hand, and called me ‘my dear’ in that beautiful voice.

I was literally on the moon, but it was time for the big question:

Will he hold the red thread from TRT?

So in a quiet, nervous, soft author voice, I asked, ‘would you be ok with holding this end of the thread?’

HE FUCKING DID.

HE HELD IT.

HE HELD. THE. RED. THREAD.

I’m fairly certain he doesn’t know about the fic at this point - he wasn’t sure where to hold it until I told him, but he loved that it lit up! AND THEN HE PUT HIS ARM AROUND ME AND I GOT TO PUT MY ARM AROUND HIM BACK.

I’m fairly certain I’m dead in the photo. My soul had left my body. I had ascended. I saw Jesus and he looked like Charlie. I had achieved fic author heights never imagined. My brain filled with enough serotonin and dopamine to sink a ship. I didn’t care that I was hot and sweaty or that my hair was messy or that my cosplay didn’t work out like I’d planned. I had been blessed.

also look at that forearm holy shit

I floated outta that gd room ya’ll. I’m pretty sure @wonderlandmind4​ did the same. WE FROLICKED OUT OF THAT HALL LIKE

But things got even better at the autograph table, and I had one of the most touching experiences ever.

not me tearing up thinking about it.

That line was long, but I kept getting glimpses of him and I could already tell he was enjoying interacting with people, and he was making sure everyone got their bit of time with him instead of letting anyone rush people through. He was so happy looking, laughing and grinning, high fives and fist bumps for kids, chatting with fans. Which made me feel a little more confident.

I know some people wondered if I’d tell him about TRT, and I’d already decided I wasn’t going to. Instead, I really, really wanted just a second to tell him what his work as Daredevil had meant for me, as someone who became disabled around the same time Matt did as a kid, and who related to... a lot of what Matt went through in the show. I’d practiced it over and over again, and there was only a fifty percent chance I wouldn’t start crying while telling him, and I wasn’t even sure I’d have time to tell him depending on how much time we had.

He made time.

I got up to him with my art print holy shit he’s even more beautiful in person and his eyes are STUNNING. He said hi, and asked my name so he could personalize the autograph if I wanted (DUH, YES PLEASE), and he apologized about the line after we shook hands. I jokingly told him it was fine since I’d driven hours to get here. A little time in line wasn’t a bother. He even loved one of the buttons on my lanyard - the button of Matt wearing a heart crown specifically! And as he was writing, I knew this was my chance to tell him. He was still signing, so I just decided to go for it in case I ran out of time.

“I just wanted to tell you,” I said quietly, “as someone who became disabled as a kid around the same age as Matt did—”

And then he did something I didn’t expect, something I’d rarely seen anyone do, famous or not, and something I’d never had an actor or artist do for me.

He immediately set down the pen, leaned in close over the table, and made direct eye contact, while giving me the most genuine, gentle, encouraging smile I’d ever seen.

In that moment, I knew everything in him was listening, that he cared about what I was about to say and recognized that this was important to me, and that he’d closed the distance to make this conversation just... us. It felt personal in a way I’ve never experienced at a con or signing.  

Just like that, I wasn’t afraid to tell him what I’d wanted to.

“And as someone who related to... a lot of what Matt went through, his struggles in the show, and especially the dark parts of season 3,” I said, more confidently now, “I wanted you to know that all the work you put in, the way you played it, the way you played Matt and treated it seriously, seeing that helped me process and heal from a lot of my own trauma and pain over what I’ve gone through with my illnesses. What you did was important and it really helped me. So I wanted you to know that, how much that meant to me, and to say thank you.”

The whole time I spoke to him, he kept direct eye contact, and didn’t look away once. He didn’t get antsy, or look like he wanted me to hurry up (which I’d have understood, cause damn, these are long days for him). He listened, fully engaged and leaning in, his eyes warm and soft and kind but incredibly serious. I’m not sure how often he’s been told something like this—a lot, I expect; his portrayal was just that good, and I know it was important to a lot of fans—but what I was trying to tell him clearly meant something to him. I felt heard, seen, and understood.

Charlie really does care about his fans. It isn’t an act. I’m sure of it now.

“Thank you, truly,” he said, just as quietly but with that honest smile, eye crinkles and all, and seeing it in person, that close up, I swear the room felt ten times brighter. “Thank you for coming to tell me that. It means a lot, the idea that something I did meant so much and that it could help you. I’m so grateful that you were able to come visit and tell me.”

We shook hands after that. He wished me a good day and I told him thank you again, and that was that. The interaction only lasted maybe a minute, but it meant the absolute world to me, as did what he’s done as Daredevil. And now he knows that.

#Philly Fan Expo #Charlie Cox #Daredevil #he HELD THE THREAD ya'll #my fanfic author life is now complete #and honestly as a fan i don't know if any other experience will ever top those moments I got with Charlie #he is so so kind and warm and wonderful #the way he immediately stopped and gave me his full attention when i started to tell him what it meant #i just had to stop for a second and collect myself because just... #he was *listening* and despite all the noise and chaos i suddenly had his full attention #the way he leaned in so the conversation felt like it was just us and the way he cocked his head and focused on me like #i can't think of a single celeb or interaction like that where i've felt that much like what i was saying to him mattered #(that's not dissing the other actors and celebs i've met. they've all been wonderful! but charlie definitely has a special kindness i think) #and i can now say having been that close to him and having spoken with him over something fairly serious #he is literally one of the kindest celebs i've met and the most genuine #you can literally see the warmth in his eyes when he looks at you. he's *legitimately* happy you're there to talk to him or see him #maybe one day he'll find out about TRT. i'm honestly not sure #but even if he doesn't at least I got a chance to tell him how much what he's done has helped me heal #from a lot of really... really hard things in my life #and according to a friend (who I didn't even know was there but spotted me talking to Charlie from another line!) #Charlie did indeed stay until WAY late signing everyone's stuff so that no one missed an autograph #he said his estimation of Charlie just shot way up because even hours later he was still taking his time with each fan that came up #Charlie has absolutely solidified as my favorite actor and one of the nicest people I've had the pleasure of meeting

[daincrediblegg]

#I'm just sick and bloody tired of the tags being unreliable and word not getting out bc time zones and so it gets flooded under the tags #or I post at 'not the right time of day' and people miss it who would actually like to read and reblog #I am very excited I've never felt more committed to a fic before and so I MUST ask #and if you'd like me to include you in the list now feel free to give me a heads up in the replies! #the terror #francis crozier #james fitzjames #one warm line #lady terror #fuck it those are tags now

[awsugar]

🎶

over the line; state champs

money honey; lady gaga

homesick; a day to remember

too far gone; cane hill

london bridge; fergie

thank you!

send 🎵 for a 5 song playlist from my shuffled songs

#one warm line #asks

[inkskinned]

my baby is looking up at him through her lashes. my baby sits on his lap. my baby puts her hands on his hips carefully, stoic almost, plucks his credit card up with a forefinger and thumb.

my baby reads the communist manifesto, draped over my couch, her loose hair falling to scud wisp-ends against my floor. my baby sighs into my collarbone, asks me why more men can't be like me. calls herself a scientist - this an experiment that requires repetition; her palms clutching my sheets.

my baby says tomorrow she's gonna leave him for-real. i tell her there's no rush. i tell her i'm used to the open cut, i already work around it. i've done this a lot anyway. girls that are straight-but. how they slide their hands up my ribs just to test something. their cheeks so pink and their voice so rough.

my baby says - since seeing me, she maybe wants to go back to school again. try something new. move to the city. my baby cut her hair short. has started talking back. says he doesn't do the dishes, says he doesn't get me.

keep thinking 'bout god and the melon i once cracked open on a beach. keep thinking about how it feels to lick a battery. how i like the jump much more than the falling.

my baby leans her body back. my baby almost says my name when she calls for him. my baby says amen in church. she stands tall and pretty. my baby kneels in chapel. and comes home to me.

#spilled ink #warm up #<3 when ur like kind of a fuckboy but it's okay bc shes using u too #you know. when ur the pipeline gay? #deleted line: #''my baby goes through my phone to see the other girls i've ''turned'' #my baby says . huh . #her lips a curl #my baby says - well okay. but i'm not gonna be one of 'em #my baby is one of em

[thedailymobile]

“Through a Land So Wild and Savage”

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#barrier #blur #Canada #Canadian Shield #Canadiana #cottage country #driving #dusk #guardrails #lake #Northwest Passage #One Warm Line #Ontario #Stan Rogers #Tracing One Warm Line #trees

[sincerely-sofie]

Thinking about one of my favorite redraw memes of all time.

Original image under the cut.

#originally I thought Twig would be the one saying the line and Ark would be the one hiding his face #but then I remembered the sheer joy Ark gets out of flustering Twig #and realized that while Twig would just say the line without an ounce of guile #Ark would absolutely say it to get that overwhelmed warm + fuzzy feelings reaction from her #the present is a gift au #travailshipping #ark/twig #pmd darkrai #pokémon mystery dungeon #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd explorers #pmd sky #pmd eos #pmd2 #pmd #stuff by sofie #sofie answers asks