#though who knows

[fiddleabout]

(previously on the fabulous adventures of sun summoner ava and the druskelle who’s gonna fall in love with her)

It’s their third day of walking, from one whaling shelter to another, and so far Ava has learned that the druskelle is fastidious to the point of absurdity, that she sleeps on her left side-- potentially due to the cruel burn scar that Ava had seen on the first night, in spite of the way they had both burrowed deep under their respective bearskins until their clothes dried; it starts below her ribcage on her right side and snakes down past her hip, terminating in a splotchy discoloration halfway down her thigh-- that she sleeps light but pretends not to wake up when Ava wiggles closer in the middle of the night for warmth and starts each morning with a set of fifty pushups, and that she’s proven herself impressively immune to Ava’s charming habit of chattering to fill the silence.  

She still doesn’t know her name.

Ava’s halfway into a hilarious story-- in Fjerdan, just to irritate the druskelle-- about when she and Diego had managed to prank Frances at the orphanage with an elaborate plot involving a rabbit snare, a basket full of fresh mushrooms, and a piece of twine stolen from the kitchens.  She’s taken a detour in her rambling, away from Keramzin and towards her first and only experience in the unsea, stowing away on a skiff in a desperate attempt to keep her little brother safe, and has been on an impressively colorful five-minutes-and-building rant about how the First Army had treated the both of them after her powers became known.  She can feel her own frustration building, at the situation and at the druskelle and at the darkling, when the druskelle speaks for the first time in hours.

“--and then the lieutenant, that cunt--”

“Should you really refer to your commanding officer so crassly?”  

Ava nearly trips at the sound of her voice.  It’s melodious and soft, her accent rounded warmly.  The other druskelle on the ship had sharper accents, thinner edges to their vowels: a Djerholm accent, urban and rich, the accent of the children of nobility plucked for elite service.  This druskelle, though, has a quiet, rural accent that differentiates her from the rest of the druskelle as her dark hair and eyes had differentiated her from the rest of Fjerda.

“She speaks,” Ava manages to say after a split second.  “And here I was thinking that the druskelle had made you take a vow of silence.”

“I speak,” she echoes thinly.  “Only when there is something worth speaking to.  Such as insubordination.”

“Don’t tell me you’re concerned with me respecting a Ravkan lieutenant.”

“You are a soldier, even if you are a witch,’ she says.  She steps around a patch of snow that looks exactly like the rest, and Ava follows automatically.  “Soldiers should respect their commanding officers.”

“Well,” Ava says grandly.  “Forgive me for not agreeing to let my brother get sent to slaughter.  Some of us have beating hearts instead of unwavering obedience to work with.”

The druskelle doesn’t respond.  She continues hiking, and Ava nearly drops the bearskin she’d hauled with her for the last two days, wrapped around her shoulders like the druskelle’s cloak is wrapped around her own.  An irritation builds in her stomach, itching and impossible to ignore.  

“Hey,” she says sharply.  “What should I have done, then?  What would you have done if it was your brother?”

“I never had a brother,” the druskelle says without hesitation.

“Fine, play with semantics,” Ava says, unwilling to give up.  She hitches the bearskin higher around her shoulders and scrambles after her.  “Someone you love.  Your best friend.  Your mother--”

“My parents threw me out,” the druskelle says.  She turns abruptly, quick enough that Ava nearly falls on her ass trying to stop from barrelling into her.  “They took me on a carriage out into the wilderness and left me there.  When I tried to go home, my entire village had been destroyed by an inferni.  My parents burned in their beds.”

Ava stares at her, the bearskin heavy at her shoulders.  She’d grown up in Keramzin, meaningless and unimportant and dreaming like all orphans do about parents who loved her, a mother and a father who would love her if they were still alive.  It had never occurred to her, a war orphan whose only memory of her parents was them trying to protect her when the war spilled into their town, that there were parents who might cast their children aside.

“I am druskelle to protect Fjerda,” the druskelle says, fury snapping in her dark eyes.  “To protect other children from losing their families to witchcraft.  From people like you.”

“To protect people from me,” Ava says slowly.  “People like your parents, who threw you away?”

The druskelle’s jaw clenches, muscles in her neck working in stark lines, faint freckles dark against the flush of anger spreading across her cheeks.  “I became druskelle to honor them in their death as I should have when they lived,” she says, voice shaking with anger.  

“You hunt people who just want to exist so you can honor people who abandoned you in the woods?” Ava shoves at her shoulder.  It’s weak-- she’s exhausted, and hasn’t eaten in two days, and the druskelle has broad shoulders and powerful arms that Ava has become more familiar with than she’d ever want to, thanks to the Fjerdan cold and the unheated huts they’ve been forced to sleep in, and she barely flinches with the effort.  Ava slams a fist into her shoulder, stubborn and unwilling to give up.  “I never wanted to be grisha.  I didn’t ask to be this.  I just wanted to keep my brother safe and then--”

A groan snaps through the air, and she cuts off when the druskelle’s eyes go wide.  There’s a split second when she’s about to pick up her anger and keep ranting, and then the world cracks below her feet and she falls.

She slams into the side of the crevasse, her shoulder nearly dislocating and an aching pressure around her wrist.  Her face crashes into the ice of the ravine when her momentum stops, and she lets out a pained noise through gritted teeth before looking up.

Above her the druskelle is flat on her stomach, both hands closed tight around Ava’s wrist, and they both freeze.  Ava hangs from her grip, her entire body aching as it hangs from the druskelle’s hands.  She could drop Ava, could just let go and let her fall into the unending dark below her, leave her here to die alone and cold in the middle of the wilderness, and no one would ever find her.  The druskelle who killed the sun summoner, a hero to the Fjerdan people for killing the first hope the Ravkan people have had in four centuries..  

Ava hangs in her hands and finds the same desperate need to live, the one that had burst out of her when a volcra’s claws had latched onto her on the deck of the skiff and tried to pull her away from Diego, crawling up her throat.  Sunlight warms under her skin, but sunlight won’t save her here.

“Please,” she says, aching and scared.  The unwavering grip on her arm aches, radiating beautifully down her arm, the only thing keeping her alive.  “Please.”

The druskelle stares down at her, hands still tight around her wrist, and Ava watches her eyes narrow and shoulders somehow square even as she lays half-hanging over the edge of the ravine, and then, suddenly, she pulls.  

Ava’s shoulder screams, the joint protesting the tension it’s under, until she can get her other arm up and gripping at the druskelle’s wrist and square up her weight.  It’s only half a minute, maybe, before Ava is able to reach up and latch onto the druskelle’s arm to help pull herself the rest of the way up and crawl over the edge, sprawl onto the snow, but it feels like an eternity.  Her body aches with the effort, but she collapses onto her side next to the druskelle and then rolls onto her back, gasping and shaking and staring at the cold gray sky.  

Next to her, the druskelle flops onto her back as well, and Ava’s head rolls to the side to stare at her profile and the way her chest is heaving.

“Beatrice,” the druskelle says eventually.  “My name is Beatrice.”

Ava keeps staring at her, at the straight line of her nose and the arc of her cheekbone and the sweep of her jaw.  The druskelle who saved her life.  Beatrice.

“Beatrice,” she echoes after too long staring.  She speaks carefully, testing the way the name feels in her mouth.  “I’m Ava.”

Beatrice’s head tilts to the side, precise and meticulous, until she can look at Ava.  Her dark eyes are unreadable but her mouth is soft and uncertain, and Ava fights the urge to shift closer and curl herself into Beatrice’s side.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance.”  Beatrice drags one arm up and offers it awkwardly across the space between them, and Ava meets her in the middle without thinking about it.  Her hand is warm, somehow, despite the cold they’re lost in; her palm calloused and her thumb folding carefully over the back of Ava’s hand.

“Nice to meet you, Beatrice,” Ava finally says.

Ava means to let go, but her hand lingers.  Beatrice doesn’t let go either, and Ava can barely feel the cold seeping through her kefta-- the bearskin had fallen away, lost into the ravine-- for long seconds before Beatrice pulls her hand free and stands up, only to offer it back to Ava and pull her up to her feet.

Wordlessly, Beatrice strips her cloak off and wraps it around Ava’s shoulders.  She fastens the clasp and her knuckles brush against Ava’s throat, and a warmth that has nothing to do with her summoning spreads through Ava.

#s2 of s&b was all over the place but it has been jarring my feelings about #grishava #writing tag #warrior #ava silva #sister beatrice #sun summoner ava and the druskelle who fell in love with her: a fic by me that will probs never be fully written #though who knows #trying to shake off the cobwebs for chef au and needed a palate cleanser

[inthegloomglow]

“The Sullys didn’t owe Spider anything, they didn’t adopt him.” It is basic decency to not leave a child with the murderers that kidnapped him. Much less a child you knew since infancy, much less a child who at least two of your children love like he’s their own brother.

#spider socorro #spider soccoro sully #miles socorro #avatar #i'm probably done harping on this now i'll get off my soapbox #look i don't hate the sullys #i think it's weak writing that causes this issue honestly #they didn't have time to flesh out every main #and they needed him kidnapped to further the plot #and neytiri is (i believe) blatantly set up to have an arc wherein she accepts him as his own person #though who knows #maybe they'll make him go bad and botch it or something #he doesn't deserve that #BUT in terms of what happened it is deeply fucked up how the adults around him regarded him #i don't think they WROTE it to be that way #but i cannot ignore the child neglecting elephant in the room #why does fandom always inevitably demonize children over adults??? #like kids have any trauma or bad emotion and fandom wants to crucify them #and the adults around them can do ANYTHING and it's okay #i saw it with harrison morgan from dexter #the vitriol toward that pooor child #who went through multiple traumas #is baffling to me #or travis and shauna from yellowjackets #constantly demonized and blamed for not handling a horrific situation perfectly well

[ipso-again]

Okay bylers,

If they were to make a spin-off of stranger things set in modern day and Mike and Will would have a small cameo of being happily together or whatever

Which actors would you want to play 50somethings Mike and Will?

#byler #I don't know much about actors but I swear I'll google all of them bc I'm invested #depending on how many people respond I'll put the most common suggestions in a poll and we can vote #no I'm not an undercover duffer doing this for ideas #though who knows #mike wheeler #will byers

[raven-poet]

ever since i started reading up on @sm-baby Carnival!AU, i could not help but fall in love, i am but a mere woman

so! i have various TADC ocs that i would love to draw in this AU, unfortunately i don't have enough brain power or motivation to make their full refs LMAO. that's ok, they're just gonna get divided into other AUS or my own.

Snow and Winter!! a loving mother and a rambunctious son, the two are experts at playing their favorite game; Hide And Seek! venture into the endless snowy woods and try to find Winter to take pictures! but be careful! Snow is always watching; make too many mistakes or endanger her son, the game ends with a....painful result.

ok, so Snow and Winter are a pair of snow leopards, a mother and son! their designs are based fully on snow leopards but i also wanted to make them look more cutesy, like stuffed animals. their collars are just super cute with little bells and colors. Winter is very young, his age is like around 5-6, he's just a boy! Snow is much older, duh, but she acts like she's really ancient. maybe she is, who knows.

Snow is a sweet, loving mother who cares about everyone in the Carnival (yes, even Jax) while Winter loves getting into trouble and is always seen causing some mischief! Winter is a diva; he loves the camera which is why the game is based around him! snap pictures of the cute little fella in a certain amount of time and you win! you can take pictures of Snow but she's incredibly hard to find; if you do get a picture, she'll give you an extra prize! their game isn't a boss battle, only a minigame meant to have fun and gift prizes that can help with boss battles.

though, all good things must come to an end.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc fanart #your au has really inspired me #i started thinking more about my TADC ocs #and developing them more #so thank you #i made the post too long LMAO #so i'll make a couple extra posts #about her and winter #though who knows #my motivation is weird #the amazing digital carnival #carnival au

[pheonyxian]

I generally try not to get swept up on internet drama, but the fact that James Somerton, who I stopped watching because he claimed my actual day job requires “no critical thinking”, hasn’t had an original thought in nine years unless it was misogynistic or factually wrong, has me absolutely sending.

#though who knows #that quip might have been plagiarized as well

[forecast-rain]

hryghrjrnruirnegsjkdm ,ASHE

#cloud posts #HE WAS HAPPY #AND THEN #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #what happens with him and wilardo in the oopsie au... #SERIOUSLY #cause well. I'm guessing the rumors of the witchs heart in the mansion would still exist? #though who knows #but #but. #ashe isn't going to find anything #wilardo isn't going to find anything #hell #how do they get happy endings... #hhhh #well I need to figure out how exactly noel & sirius & claire change before I try and figure out anything with them... #since they're still basically the same as canon #a #claire oopsie moment au

[muse-matrix]

Every Marisa she knows either has already become or is in the process of becoming a youkai, and it's going to suck when she finds out about that.

#though who knows #maybe the hakurei god trying to obliterate a marisa or two might get reimu to straighten her priorities out real quick #so maybe it'll all work out in the end somehow-

[ferricadooza]

my favorite thing about wednesday is that the show is so fully committed to reverse sexism that every scene will pass the bechdel test. no man exists except to further wednesday's development, and the women... *chef's kiss* as it should be

#dislikes (and by dislikes i mean minor annoyances) are the small inaccuracies #wednesday asks for a quad over ice and tyler's a fucking idiot who procedes to serve her a hot quad for the rest of the season #goody would not have been her grandmother's first name but rather a title the equivalent of 'mrs' #which while not impossible i find kind of unlikely that she would have been married #*ancestor not grandmother #though who knows

[welcomingdisaster]

WIP Titles Tag Game

tagged by @thelordofgifs!! <3 thank you for the tag.

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs. My current WIPs, in order (from most to least) of how likely i am to actually complete them any time soon:

nargothrond dreamscape fic (fire?)

an abridged list of items of archeological significance recovered by divers in Beleriand

the clockmaker's son

darkness everlasting etc etc

regent queen miriel AU

tagging!! @searchingforserendipity25 @polutrope @melestasflight @outofangband @starvels @oluka @theworldisquietheretooquiet& anyone else who happens to read this and want to do this! <3

#regent queen AU is. a pipe dream #but maybe one day #nargothrond dreamscape will probably be published some time soon #though who knows #thanks again for the tag!! <3 #lena speaks

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Really, I’m just here for Ficino and Cavalcanti’s love for each other

#Marsilio Ficino #Giovanni Cavalcanti #early modern Italy #history #15th century #cavalcanti was Marsilio’s Unique Friend #their love was deep and profound—though I suspect it was purely spiritual and romantic but never physical #though who knows #they lived together for decades #just basing this on my read of Ficino

[tcocktalented]

what if i was fucking you and i suddenly stopped moving, pinned your hips in place and just stayed with barely the tip of my cock inside you. you'd probably whine and ask me why did i stop and try to wiggle your hips to get more of my dick in that cute needy hole. i say, let's play a little game. i'm gonna start counting now and i'm not gonna tell you how much time you have. your task is to name 10 good things about yourself. if you fail, i'm pulling out and jerking off over your face but you're not cumming today. and if you succeed, i'm gonna fuck you real hard and nice until it's almost too much for you and you're almost sure i'm gonna go too far. well, let's start

#tbf i'd probably not even count the time because i just like threatening cute toys to see them scared and squirming and desperate to please #though who knows #queer nsft #t4t nsft #nsft #mlm nsft #trans nsft #bi nsft

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours? #also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that! #unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them? #“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years. #thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me. #idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

[insane-eli]

Right then, though, when it mattered most, Erin said nothing.

#right then #though who knows #it matters to me #most expensive #said no one ever

[radarsteddybear]

WIP name game

I was tagged by @belphegor1982. Thank you!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Most of this list is the same as from the last time I did this meme, but with the ones I've been asked about already removed because I haven't made much progress on them since then 😅

Cursed (Hogan's Heroes)

The Knight and the Princess Story (original fiction)

Winter Soldier!Cosmo (Singin’ in the Rain)

Bloody Hands/Fever (The Rat Patrol)

Dally Johnny Roadtrip Ric (The Outsiders)

Darkwing Duck Idea

Darkwing Duck Idea 2

Darkwing Duck Idea 3

Angstpril 2022 (Darkwing Duck)

#it feels a bit disingenuous to put some of these here when I don't have any concrete plans to get back to them anytime soon #though who knows #maybe talking about them will be the spark that I need to get to it #tagged #WIP #WIP meme #ask me

[stuckinapril]

friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me

#It’s just so different #even though it’s public it still feels secret and safe. i feel comfy sharing a lot more on here than I do in my actual day to day life lol #in my head I’m also just speaking to myself 90% of the time which helps #if a friend off tumblr saw my thoughts I’d feel so weird ab it #esp bc they might get the vagueposting about certain situations and tell mutual friends #no thank u. this is for me. I’m not about to start censoring my thoughts bc someone I know knows my tumblr #u guys literally saw me have LIVE BREAKDOWNS #meanwhile I’ll have the worst fucking day in history and tell no one about it. I’m already cripplingly private but way more so in real life #this is basically a low stress journaling outlet for me. it’s so important for me to maintain the separation #like this is actually my diary & has been so handy for letting out emotions / articulating thoughts / staying on track !! #& I’ve met so many kind people on here who actually get me. which is so hard to find irl bc I’m surrounded by pre-med gunners/overachievers #who are by standard not very good w emotion & can be competitive/judgmental. or at least it’s hard for me to be vulnerable in front of them #and I’m part of that crowd so I reserve my emotions only to a handful of very close friends #it’s nice to hop on here and express negative emotions!! or positive emotions!! just whatever I want and it’s low stress and people get me #I don’t have to worry about judgment or competitiveness etc etc #like everyone on here is so kind & nice & understanding. & just a breath of fresh air from the types I run w. it’s just nice to have this #so idk that’s why I think I’ll always be strict about keeping the worlds separate. it just works #p