#thanks a lot grace

[lostcol]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men's Hockey RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick Characters: Travis Konecny, Nolan Patrick, Kevin Hayes Additional Tags: Smut, Sleep, Accidental Coming Out, Cuddling & Snuggling, Soft Hockey Boys, begrudgingly soft hockey boys Summary:

In which they sleep, Kevin finds out, and then they fuck.

#ahhhhhh #first hockey fic #oh god #it's happening #ao3 #nolan patrick #travis konecny #kevin hayes #smut #cuddling #accidental coming out #thanks a lot grace #<3 #tknp #flyers #nhl #men's hockey rpf

[starflungwaddledee]

from: @starflungwaddledee to: @post-it-notes7

message from santa: "happy holidays post-it-notes! 🎄🥳 i know you very politely only wished for a few modest things- characters high fiving, or struggling in christmas attire- but i hope you'll still enjoy this given that i kinda went the opposite direction entirely! i'm an enormous fan of your work and most times you post anything i wind up browsing your art tag from tip-to-tail in enraptured delight. as such, i thought it was only fair i give back something a little more significant in gratitude for all the joy your work has given me. i knew i wanted to do a comic, so i was thrilled you already had a whole storyverse for me to work from!! this scene seemed the most obvious choice (chapter 8 of "wishful thinking" on ao3) given that i enjoy a dramatic fight scene 😂 i tried to stick as beat-by-beat to the writing as i could and worked in as many details as possible; i hope it'll be fun to see it envisioned this way! merry christmas! ~starflung 🎀🔔 "

#phew... this is by far the most ambitious piece i've ever posted here! 12 pages! this is why i've been so afk from other work haha! #shout out to the poor mods who sent through assignments and received no small amount of all-caps panicked screaming from me in response!! #me?! draw a gift for THE post-it-notes7!? immediately knew i had to overachieve to stand any hope of being up to the bar haha #if you feel these characters look a little different to how i usually draw them- that's totally on purpose! #i worked really hard to match post's designs and styling for them rather than my own; seeing as this was a gift! #actually think it stands out a *lot* surprisingly- given that they are still the exact same orbs. really interesting to compare to my usual #i hope some folks will notice all the details from the story in here! if you've read it and you recognised it please let me know! #genuinely hoping someone just recognises it on the first page. iconic canyon fight... what an honour to draw for this fic tbh #also thank you to the mods for handling all the wips and progress on this ridiculously sized entry from me with such grace #it's being posted on my personal blog due to length for anyone wondering. should be seamless... fingers crossed. #my art #my comics #meta knight #galacta knight #hnk secret santa #cw violence

[lunarharp]

*nina simone* love me love me, say you do

#witch hat tag #orufrey #augh 2nd one so weakly derivative of tumblr user perplexingly to me.. (incredible artist i have admired for many years) (mutual😳) #i often stare at her work willing my brain to understand colour with such grace but i have a lot to learn #but i cant give up - not when oru still hasnt given up on his man #random but thanks as always so much for nice tags y'all they keep me posting..THANK UUU

[capn-twitchery]

I love your ocs but I fear I am a bit out of touch with some of their lore. how much does Grace know about the red honey fuckery?

thank you sm!! :D♥︎ don't worry--i'm not sure i've actually spoken about this a whole lot!! (plus my lore is scattered around random posts like a ransom note. imagine being organised, couldn't be me)

for context: the two of them are a ridiculously slow slowburn bc neither of them know how to talk about feelings, they go in different directions a lot, twitch's response to Having Feelings (or anything) is to disappear to zee. everything takes forever. there's a summary of their timeline here if you want it !!

ANYWAY to answer:

tl;dr summary: most of the time, nothing! eventually, more than anybody else.

so, for most of the time, grace knows absolutely nothing. nobody does, really--twitch doesn't tell anybody, they don't want to talk about it, nobody sees their face at all.

as far as anyone knows, including grace, twitch's bad memory, lying & inconsistent stories are just a personality quirk. and they get sick sometimes, they just need bedrest & won't be available for a few hours, a day, a couple of days. nobody is allowed to see them.

grace remains mostly unaware for a long time--he has inklings that something is up. once he gets to know twitch better, he can tell they're not themself sometimes. but prying would push twitch away, so he just offers help, if they want company, for their headaches the surgeon mentioned. he'll leave the cabin door unlocked, just in case.

he has no idea how bad the "headaches" are until it's happening right in front of him, once they're close enough for twitch to trust him to that degree. he has no idea why it's happening, but he knows twitch doesn't want to tell him, either. and when they're sobbing in his lap, pleading for something he doesn't understand to stop, begging him to help them tie a blindfold because they don't want him to see their face, it's not exactly the time to pry.

it happens a few times. it never gets easier, and it never gets any clearer. it's not til after grace leaves for the new sequence and comes back that he finally sees their face uncovered. he doesn't connect any dots-whether that's because he genuinely just doesn't make the connection, or because twitch doesn't want him to make a big deal about it, who knows!

while he was gone, twitch starts connecting some dots: something's weird with their memories. they don't know how to process it. they bring it up subtly, ask grace if he knows anything about red honey, and maybe he can figure it out himself. he tells them he does, he learned about it during nemesis, in the palace cage gardens. it still haunts him, sometimes, the prisoners with their crying, the suffering the hollow looking eyes-

the eyes.

everything clicks all at once-twitch's eyes, their headaches, the memory issues, the inconsistencies, the lies. it only gets worse when twitch tells him they're starting to wonder if the memories are all theirs.

oh, god. how could anybody do that to them? who did that to them? but twitch doesn't want him on any kind of revenge mission, they don't even think they remember where the cage garden was, and they don't want to try either. he settles for comforting them the best he can-but what can anyone do to help, really?

at the very least, trusting someone enough to talk about it is a huge weight off twitch's shoulders. grace can help them try to figure out what's going on with their memories, it makes them better at talking to each other. it's not easy, but it helps twitch to move forward-slowly, but surely

#sorry this was an essay i just had lots of thoughts #being so normal about them as always #i hope it's legible i am sleepy but i wanted to answer >:3 thank you so much for giving me the excuse to ramble hehehe #it always means a ton♥ #inquiries #solreefs #londonmusings #grace #twitchery

[albaharu]

Choose your Mission Part 3

Masterlist ; Part 1 ; Part 2

The screen fades to black, but you can hear a faint sound of water falling from below. Ethan plays 4D chess on his head to guess what Lane wants. He would go to save Grace from drowing on a room filled with water first, and Lane knows that. Benji points out the water in her room didn't start to fall until now, indicating that Lane might have a remote control. Maybe going to find Grace is the trap, and the way to truly save her is meeting with Lane. Or maybe that's what Lane wants you to think. >> Because you are playing as ETHAN, leaving anyone behind is removed from the options.

This action will have consequences.

#ethan hunt #benji dunn #grace mission impossible #solomon lane #i wanted paris or alanna to appear so bad but im very happy lane won <3 #ANYWAYS THANKS A LOT people voting and specially the people rebloging it to say who they voted for #i love reading the tags this has been very fun and is all thanks to you!! #i wonder what will happend now :3 #mission impossible #mission: impossible

[sotangledupinit]

i’m obsessed your honor

#ready or not #grace #daniel le domas #the superior le domas brother #LISTEN #I agree with the discussions that Daniel wasn’t in love with Grace and that his brotherly love of Alex drove a lot for him in the film #it’s true and accurate!! #and I think Daniel wanted to be good and never really felt like he has a purpose to be good once his brother got out #but he’s really the only one to FIGHT against his family and actually try #because he recognizes his family is fucked up and he won’t let someone innocent get dragged into it #and for that he’s an icon #but also grace and Daniel are the prettier couple with better chemistry so of course I want to surround myself with AUs #thank you samara weaving and Adam Brody for being pretty together #i love them your honor #pls don’t judge my hastily-made gif while I was doing other things on my phone #queue you like me now

[pillowenvelopchair]

That’s what she holds onto. A life—an eternal one—with someone else as Lord. Someone true of heart. Quick of mind. That’s the dream, right there. And all she has to do is clear the way.  - Chapter 26

Another swrd art… what a surprise lol. go check it out guys! (i will never stop preaching about it)

hi @un-local how r u on this fine afternoon

#magdalene my favorite blorbo... i will fight the wolves for u #holding onto rogiers rapier... a small hope in these desolate lands where she is all alone with the golden grace #i hope that one day will i get to read the point where rogier lets himself hope too (that would definitely be the day!) #each others hope if u will #groovy brush my beloved 🫶 #lighting.... my worst enemy #had a lot of fun with the background though!! #i was genuinely scratching my head over the stupid gradient map thing #ive been wanting to do something like this for a LOOONG while so yay!!! #tried to incorporate the mending rune of death and stars. and the carian phalanx (WHICH I AM REALIZING IS 4 BLADES NOT 3) #but yeah! not too much to go off of other than that.. hope u enjoy hare! or. un or local. not local. (scratches head) #thank you miami and mellow for the support!! i would have literally kept staring at the drawing for who knows how long #elden ring #tarnished #magdalene #swrd #still waters

[raineandsky]

Could you write a story where a king who outlawed magical beings (like fae, elves, sorcerers, etc Bc they’ve tried to kill him multiple times ) has a trial for a young magical creature found in his lands, but the creature isn’t evil, didn’t even KNOW they were trespassing, and is terrified they’re gonna be executed or tortured or something. But the king doesn’t hurt it, since the magical being didn’t mean any harm? Could turn into found family or he just lets it go or something

I hope 2024 is going well for you!! Sorry if this prompt is hectic/worded bad haha

hello again!! it's always a delight to see you in my inbox :) thank you for the request, i hope you enjoy it!

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For a moment it looks like a child is thrown at the king’s feet. They’re small, frail-looking, and sobbing between short, forced breaths.

“We caught it on the outskirts of your lands. Trespassing,” the knight says. His hand rests on his sword, his gaze turned down to the creature like he wants to eviscerate them there and then. “We’re lucky we found it when we did. What’s your defence, freak?”

The only response is more sobbing. The knight’s gaze turns to the king, almost bored. “Shall I execute it, your majesty?”

“No!” The creature lurches up, and the knight has to grapple for them to stop them leaping straight for the king. “No, please, I– I didn’t know—”

The knight pushes them back to the floor and they land hard. A whimper leaks from their mouth as they collide with the merciless tile. From here the king can see the translucent wings on their back—torn, fractured, probably beyond repair. He can’t help but wonder when that happened.

“No need to be so harsh,” he says shortly. The knight stares at him like he’s lost his mind.

He has a feeling, though. Most of the mystical beings that came to his court with the intent of murder were relatively plain-faced about it. He gets the impression they’re not good liars. Not many of them can cry this violently on cue, at least.

“What is your business in the lands you are exiled from, creature?”

The creature glances up at him, seemingly startled to be addressed. Then their gaze turns away, nervous, skittish. “I– I didn’t know,” they force out after a long moment. “I was looking for a creek, and I– I thought I heard water but I didn’t realise I’d overstepped and your men were guarding the riverside and I’m so sorry please please don’t kill me I swear I didn’t—”

“Why were you looking for a creek?”

Their eyes flit back towards him, unsure, like they’re waiting for the trap to close its jaws around them. They courageously swallow down another sob. “Music,” they say eventually. “It isn’t the same without the water flowing through it.”

The knight scoffs. “You play?” the king asks. 

“Your majesty,” the knight cuts in quickly. “With respect, please, don’t entertain it. We should behead it before it has the chance to act against you.”

“We ruled that the mystical beings would face trial, did we not?” the king snaps. “With respect, knight, allow me to follow through on my own laws.”

The knight dips his head awkwardly, and the king returns his interest to the creature beneath him. Their gaze is locked to the floor; being caught in the middle of a conversation about their fate clearly isn’t a favourable place to be. “Your instrument, creature, where is it?”

The creature’s wings flutter at the question. Their gaze pulls to the knight behind them, snapping back when he returns it with hatred. “It– It got destroyed.”

The king’s eyes find the knight’s. “He destroyed it?”

“I thought it was a weapon,” the knight defends weakly.

The creature sniffles, their eyes wet again. “If you let me go, you’ll never see me again,” they say desperately. “Please, I swear, I’ll never come back.”

“And your wings, creature,” the king says, purposefully ignoring their words, “what happened to them?”

Their wings quiver slightly again. They keep their eyes carefully pinned to the floor. “I– I scared your men,” they whisper. “They were afraid I would hurt them.”

The king can practically see the scene. A magical creature, a tune in their hands and a song on their lips, stumbling upon the king’s men. They’d probably tried to escape, probably realised their mistake too late. The king’s men, with orders to protect him from the magical beings that came for his throat, pouncing on opportunity. Breaking them beyond repair and throwing them at his feet in the hopes of praise.

The king only outlawed these creatures. If he’d known how his men were enacting his laws, he would have altered them much sooner. How many of these beings are scared, damaged, dead, because his knights leapt at the excuse for bloodshed?

The king heaves a deep breath. “Knight,” he starts, and both he and the creature tense. “You are excused.”

The knight’s face twitches. “Your majesty—”

“You,” the king repeats, “are excused.”

There’s a still moment where he thinks the knight will have the gall to disobey. Then he dips into a polite bow, stepping away.

“I’ll be right outside, your majesty,” he says pointedly, and with that he slips out the door and leaves the two of them alone. The creature’s gaze burns into the tile below them.

“I have the finest woodworkers at my disposal, creature,” the king says once the echo of the door has dispelled into nothing. “Tell me what your instrument looks like, and I will have it remade.”

“O–Oh,” the creature says shortly. “I, uh, th–that’s very kind, but it’s, um, made of a particular wood. Its magic is held in the care my family has shown the tree for centuries.”

“Then my woodworkers will carve it out for you.” He waves a hand dismissively. “If it is required to repair what my knights have wrought on you, it will be done.”

“T–Thank you.” The creature glances at the empty room behind them. “So, uh, am I free, or…”

“There is a creek not far from this palace,” the king continues idly. “Your music would sound wonderful within these walls.”

The creature falters at that. Their mouth works for a moment. “Huh?”

“As my court musician, you would be protected under oath and my rule,” the king explains casually. “My knights cannot touch you within these walls.”

“That’s kind,” the creature repeats quietly, “but I don’t– I don’t think I could—”

“Nonsense.” The king gets to his feet, waving for the creature to follow him. “You would be safe and able to play music as you desire. I will hear no more of it—you shall stay here.”

The creature stumbles to their feet as he gets closer. “O–Okay.”

The king glances at their wings as they stand. “We shall see the woodworkers,” he says thoughtfully, “but I feel you should visit my doctor first.”

The king leaves them in the medicine hall, under the careful watch of a different knight, so he can batter the door down to his legal advisor’s office. The poor man looks rather startled to see him. “Your majesty,” he just about says.

“Rise, advisor,” the king demands, “I have a law I must amend.”

#creative writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #fantasy writing #fantasy #fantasci writing #hello anna!! i love your ideas thank you for gracing my inbox once again #my 2024 is good so far thank you!! i have a job im writin a lot now were doin pretty fine!! #i hope your 2024 going amazing also :)

[bitternace]

(05/05!)

groundbreaking, etc etc

[ID: two digital drawings of kingdom hearts' character, lexaeus, in his organization coat. the background is light blue, and the colors are faded.

in the first image, he is shown sitting on haunches, as if landing a jump, the tail of his coat flaring behind him. he is frowning and sneering lightly. before his core, with either hand, he holds the handle of his characteristic weapon, Skysplitter. tilted down, the end of his axe sword hits the ground, where shards rise up from the impact.

the second image is a close up of his face. /End ID.]

#kh #kingdom hearts #kh fanart #lexaeus #kh lexaeus #my doods #RUSHES THROUGH THIS #remember when i said months ago i had 'sketches up to sa/ix..... i hadn't worked on anything for months. #but also thank god cause i figured out how to do faces better between then and now so!!! #GET A LOAD OF THIS GUY #(me—worrying at my hands—IF YOU CANT EXECUTE IT AS WELL AS YOU'D LIKE IT'S JUST GONNA HAVE TO LOOK BAD) #<that one comic has saved me a lot of grief actually. anyway i tried my best. lexaeus enjoyers i offer u this #*blows kiss #skysplitter...... absolute pain in the ass. not quite as bad as graceful dahlia or windstorm #but somewhere up there

[animalsandskyyy]

I will forever stand by the thought that simply “being online” and consuming or even posting content, takes a completely different amount of energy than messaging or interacting with others online does.

but that’s something I had to train myself to acknowledge and learn. because it used to hurt and make me overthink when i’d message someone and they wouldn’t respond, but would still be active or posting. like I wouldn’t say that to them, but it overtook my thoughts.

then somehow I just stopped and realized- maybe they’re just tired. or maybe they’re scrolling on the phone in their 5 minutes of free time. maybe they’re in the middle of 3 conversations and are trying their best. maybe they’re in the middle of making a post and didn’t see your message. maybe they’re deep into searching a topic and can’t be distracted. or maybe they just don’t want to talk to you rn, and that’s perfectly okay and valid.

all that to say- it can still hurt sometimes, but giving people grace and thinking the best of them and their intentions, and sincerely hoping they do the same for you, makes life so much more enjoyable, and I highly recommend ♡

#is this a good take? Idk but it been in my mind A LOT lately #this was created by me having a really hard time messaging people back in a timely manner lately lol #but having energy to scroll and having to draft any posts I want to reblog #because I can’t reblog anything when I have unanswered messages because I feel bad and don’t want people to feel ignored. #hence my habit of ‘send message’ then going to my drafts and posting like 5 things lmao #because being ignored absolutely sucks #but it’s also fair and valid and sometimes social interaction is hard and takes too much brain energy #also I realized I really like thinking the best of people and their intentions (but in a safe and not naive way ofc) #and try not to take shit as personally- because everybody has shit happening in their life that’s consuming their energy #anyways that’s all #this will either go totally viral or make people mad at me idk #thank you and goodbye #also I have to respond to like 3 people before posting this lmao #grace is dramatic #grace is feeling unnecessarily insightful #online #online friends #social battery #social interaction #low energy #friends #long distance friendship #messaging #text #text post #personal text #shitpost #emotions #rambles #Tumblr

[thaliagrayce]

thank you @tinybro for sending me a prompt!! hope it makes you smile :)

There’s another boy sitting on the bleachers today. He’s in the first row, heels balanced on the edge of the seat and arms wrapped around his knees, a little ball of black hair and brown jacket. He’s watching the girls on the team kind of sullenly, but he’s making no move to get up or leave.

Maybe he’s stuck here, too. It might be nice to have someone else his age at these things.

“Hey, Thalia!” One of the girls on the team waves them down as they get closer to the volleyball court. Jason doesn’t recognize her, which is kind of weird—he’s been sitting through every practice the Central High Hunters girl’s volleyball team has had for two years, since Thalia joined. He knows them all by now, and they joke around that he’s part of the team. His role switches from Manager to Mascot, whichever one the girls think is funnier in the moment. It’s a little embarrassing, yeah, but also kind of nice. He knows he isn’t really part of the team, but they make him feel included anyway.

This girl is new, though. She’s got long, dark hair braided down her back, and she smiles at them both as they approach.

“This must be Jason! That’s so great, I was worried Nico would get bored. Let me introduce you!”

She leads them to the boy on the bleachers, and he looks up as they approach. His eyes immediately zero in on Jason. They’re wide and really, really dark.

“Nico, this is Jason. He’s another Team Brother stuck with us girls. Jason, this is my brother Nico.”

Jason gives Nico a smile and waves at him, and Nico slowly uncurls from his position. He’s wearing some sort of anime t-shirt under his jacket, and Jason doesn’t recognize the character.

Coach Diana blows her whistle from the sidelines, and Thalia smacks him on the shoulder. “Be nice, Jaybird. Yell if you need anything.”

The girls run off to start practice and Nico and Jason are left staring at each other.

“Hi,” Jason says after an awkward minute. He debates with himself a little before sitting directly to Nico’s right.

“Hi.” Nico kicks his heels against the bleachers below them. They sit.

Jason glances at Nico out of the corner of his eye. He’s probably in Jason’s grade, or maybe the one below. Jason’s never seen him before, though, so he must go to a different school. His ears are pierced, and Jason has only met girls who have their ears pierced. He hadn’t known boys were allowed to do that. Little black studs glitter at him as Nico rocks with the swinging of his feet, and Jason wants to ask him how he got them done. He wants to ask how he thought of the idea, what he did to convince his parents to let him. He wants to ask if Nico thinks Jason could look that cool, too.

Instead, he starts with something a little less huge.

“Who’s that on your shirt?”

Nico turns his head to look at him, cocked to the side. Instead of answering right away, he shoves one of his hands into his jacket pocket.

“Do you play Mythomagic?” Nico brings his hand out wrapped around a couple loose trading cards. Jason can see a flash of bright color on the top one, something with electric blue lightning bolts on it.

“I’ve never heard of it,” he admits. “What is it?”

It’s the right question to ask, apparently. A huge grin splits Nico’s face, and he spends the rest of practice explaining how the game works, the lore behind the game, and the pilot episode of the anime based off of it. His shirt, apparently, is the main character’s rival.

Neither of them notice that practice is over until their sisters come back to the bleachers, sweaty and tired.

“Heya, nerds,” Thalia calls. “Time to head out.”

Jason blinks at her. “Already?” Last he checked, they were still warming up!

“Already. C’mon, kid, time for dinner.”

Jason turns back to Nico and tries not to look too disappointed. “Thanks for spending time with me, I had a lot of fun.”

“I— Yeah, me too.” Nico smiles at him, smaller, shier now that there are more people watching. “If you want, I can bring some of my decks next time? If you’ll be here.”

Jason smiles back at him. “Yeah, lets see if I can remember the rules!” Next time. He likes the sound of that.

#jasico #jason grace #nico di angelo #mj talks #my writing #i imagine mythomagic to be exactly as convoluted and fucked up as yu-gi-oh both in card game and in show #anyway thank u kelly for telling me what to write i had a lot of fun :)

[skitskatdacat63]

Boy King Seb :D

#thank you to Grace for the idea of making his chivarly collar red bull instead <33333 #he was gonna have both collars but then making that one made me suffer so no not today #this was a lot of fun but also made me suffer. but i keep looking at it and being like AAAHHHHH BABY!!! BABY BOY!!!!!!! #can you believe i tried to do this in one night? i cant #i stopped and came back to it and was like 'no way you could do this in one sitting at 1 am' #this is kinda the ascended form of that very first sketch i made for this au! concentrated boy king sebby!!! #i say to myself i need to take a break from drawing complicated things but youll prob see a nando version of this in less than a week ;;; #okay about the drawing(i wrote good tags and then tumblr deleted them so these are a bit inferior AGH): #this is typical pouty seb but is also referenced off a specific pic from AD 2009(beloved) #its very important to me how emotionally open Seb is. im not sure the specific context of this. maybe after a triumph? #but instead of being that typical stoic serious detached kind of ruler; i like him being openly emotional(think AD 2010) #its important as well for his dichotomy with nando and how they choose to portray themselves #seb is very assured in himself and his rule vs. nando who is more insecure and bitter about his #so nando takes strides to portray himself in that more stoic calculating way bcs he feels like it helps him legitimize himself better #whereas seb has absolutely no care for outward public image and shows how he feels and is loved for it(nando hates it but loves it) #not that nando cant be fun and whimsical!! but to me he always seems a bit more mysterious; like i can never tell his true thoughts tbh #anyways i feel like ill finish 10 more drawings before i end up posting the lore pt 2 LMAO #its just a lot harder to organize and layout compared to part 1 which was just an explanation #pt2 would be a mix of more world building/characterization/anecdotes ive talked about with mutuals(LOVE YOU GUYS!!!) #i have a *lot* of ideas (gotta whip out my notes app every once in a while to write down stuff abt it) just hard to put into a coherent pos #sebastian vettel #f1 #formula 1 #f1 art #formula 1 art #f1 fanart #formula 1 fanart #catie.art. #*ill prob make a process post later if anyone is curious!! its fun to write abt my process and influences and such #boy king au

[nekobami]

And then, she pouts. (She's a menace.) [No sound]

It took me one hundred years but there you go, dear, love ur oc *pat pat* (character belongs to: @anti-morty)

#Thank you very much for gracing us with Anti-Morty #SHE'S PRETTY AND I LOVE HER SMMM #shes an icon #I LOVE HER SOOO MUCH AAAGH #i hope you like it #i love roleplaying with her bot #Rick and Morty OC #not my oc #Anti-Morty #my art^ #vector animation #IM SO HAPPY TO FINALLY SHOW MY APPRECIATION (in an extreme way but still in a way) #hehe learned a lot with this project LESGOOOO

[nellievances]

QUEENS SUPPORTING QUEENS

#those are my mothers like you don’t get it #also. if you don’t like either of these people. why are u in their tag!!!!! don’t engage!!! fuck off!!! #also thank you to whoever got this screenshot !! i took it from twitter bc. i follow a lot of people who follow her so i couldn’t make one #i stand with amber heard #grace van dien #shut up allie #abuse cw

[capn-twitchery]

ok last post before i go to bed i Swear: if you leave nice comments about my ocs thank you i love you i reread them Literally all the time♥︎

(especially about grace!!! i worried he would come off as boring because it has always been a struggle to make nicer/lawful characters feel as interesting so i'm SO glad when people like him ;; thank you)

#this is not discounting twitch i love them & it means a lot when people love them too. they just always have weird shit going on #that makes them inherently easier to work with xD #but i love grace there is something so deeply wrong with him. my boy #i love nicer/lawful characters for the record i don't think they're ever less interesting than any others #but outside of an established storyline i always struggle a bit with making them as interesting as the characters around them yknow xD #it's hard to explain!!! but anyway that isn't the point thank u all #(ok i'll go to bed) #fredspeaks

[beachytablecloth]

"is it really you?" + either zukka orrrr a lost ship of your choice since i saw you just finished watching it!

GRACE!!! am i answering this several months late? YES!

but anyway, you have noooo idea how perfect this prompt is for lost. tbh this might not make much sense out of context/ if you've never seen lost, but i had fun writing it and jack and kate are everything to me.

Jack stumbles. There’s so much to take in. 

When he tries to remember how he got here, he can only remember flooding waters and fires and darkness. He can only remember the island. 

But how did he get here? Here, standing in the vestibule of some church he doesn’t recognize, his deceased father standing across from him.

His dad. His dad who he lost. His dad that he killed. Not directly, of course, but because of what he did. He carries his blood on his hands. Jack swore an oath—do no harm. 

He’s not sure he fulfilled that promise. 

His father should be buried somewhere deep on the island, his corpse rotting in the modest coffin they’d sent him from Sydney in. He was going to the funeral.

But no, here he is. Standing across from him, alive as anything, and smiling. 

“Jack,” he says. “Jack, you’re safe.”

Jack doesn’t feel safe. His heart is pounding. He can hear his breath coming in jagged, uneven patterns.

How did he get here? Where is here? 

“Jack,” Dad says, “Jack, you need to calm down. There’s something you need to see.”

Jack sputters. “I don’t understand!” He looks around, still panting. “Where are we?”

“Please, Jack. They’re waiting for you.” 

“Who’s waiting for me?”

—

His father walks in front of him, once Jack has steadied his breathing. Jack trails behind him as he pushes through a set of ornate double doors. They open into the sanctuary of a large, ordinary church. 

But there, in the pews, stands nothing ordinary. 

It’s them.

It’s Hugo. Boone. Shannon and Sayid. 

John. Juliet and Sawyer and—

Kate.

He’s by her side in an instant. Slowly, he reaches out, raising his hand to her cheek. She’s crying, and smiling, looking up at him like he’s the only thing in the world. 

Kate. “Is it really you?” He manages, breath coming again in shallow, cutting breaths. 

“It’s really me,” she nods, “we’ve been waiting for you.” 

Jack pulls her into him—she flings her arms around him and holds tight. 

Jack still doesn’t understand. Maybe he never will.

But they found each other—again and again they found each other. 

They all did.

#THANK U GRACE!!!!!!!!!!!!! #full disclosure i wrote this in like 15 minutes and didn't even readit over and also i'm a little tipsy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but #had a lot of fun with it and it makes me wanna write more lost #lost #jack and kate #grace tag #my ficlets