“I do not know why the hive chose me, but it did. And I think that it always had. The song is loud and beautiful and I am so very afraid. There is a wasps’ nest in my attic. Perhaps it can soothe my itching soul.”
Summary:
The fire licks up and down his arms. It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as he’d have expected it to-- and, though he buries the admission deep down the moment it arises in him, it doesn’t hurt as much as he wants it to. In fact, it doesn’t hurt at all. It feels warm, it tingles a bit, but it’s nothing like the searing heat that had burst out of him when he’d found Caleb.
No, what hurts is the sight of the front door Harkness Tower. The candles burning sadly down to little puddles of wax on the steps, the photos of Caleb that are starting to curl with water damage from the last few days’ rain, the drooping bouquets, the prayers and “gone but not forgotten”s and the way Caleb’s name has been spelled out in candles that have long since melted down.
Or: Adam gets to the tower too late.
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Thank you so much to my artists, @bisexualoftheblade and @lymazhu! and to my betas, @jewishmarkbryant and @ariloveswords!
cai's art: title card, quote edit 1, quote edit 2, quote edit 3, playlist (cai made me So Much Stuff and it's all amazing pls go look/listen)
lysander's art: podfic (lys made me cry with my own writing the mad bastard)
also, because i'm me-- some art of my own:
[ID: a short, digital, colored comic with two panels, framed by black and divided on the diagonal with a black line. The comic depicts Adam Hayes and Seamus Blackwell. In the top panel is Adam, a 21 year old Black man, with short, dark hair. He's wearing a black t-shirt under a denim jacket, with both sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hands are aloft, engulfed in flames that rise past his head. He's looking down at Blackwell in anger, tears streaming down his face. The speech bubble reads: you killed him. The bottom panel is Blackwell, a balding elderly white man in a white button-down, a black cloak, and off-white pants, illuminated by Adam's fire. He's on the floor, one hand holding him up, the other partially shielding himself, as he looks up at Adam in fear. End ID]
my art for you know me well by @mecharchivist! It’s a Cecilos regency AU written for @podcastbigbang and it was very fun to make art for
[ID: Digital drawing of a dark, moonlit night. The background is black with shades of dark blue. In the top right corner is a bright moon that illuminates the stars around it. In front of the moon are large trees blocking the rest of the sky, and in front of the line of trees are some shrubs. At the forefront of the image are two men. The man on the left is Carlos, a Latino man in a dark blue tailcoat paired with a white high collared shirt. He has a pair of white breeches. He has curly black hair and a tanned skin tone. The man on the right is Cecil, a Black man who's wearing a dark red tailcoat with a lilac floral-patterned waistcoat, a white cravat, and high collar shirt. He also has white breeches. He has black locs pulled into a ponytail at the back of his head, dark brown eyes, and a dark skin tone. He also has two extra eyes— one on his left cheek, and one on the right side of his forehead, both purple. The two of them are holding hands and Carlos is leaning back while looking up at Cecil. Cecil the taller man is leaning forward while looking down at Carlos. End ID]
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Welcome to Night Vale
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Carlos/Cecil Palmer
Characters: Carlos (Welcome to Night Vale), Cecil Palmer, Steve Carlsberg, John Peters (The Farmer)
Additional Tags: Period-Typical Internalized Homophobia, Alternate Universe - Regency, Regency, Regency Romance, Horses, Horseback Riding, fox hunt, Hunting, Dancing, Alternate Universe - Historical
Summary: The year is 1811.
Carlos is a prolific writer of gothic novels featuring everything from ghosts and spectres to vampires and beyont. In years past, he was producing around a novel a year, maybe two if he was particularly lucky, and the public seemed to drink his words in like wine. Lately though, his inspiration has been dwindling. Barely able to put pen to paper, Carlos plans a retreat into the countryside as a last-ditch effort to regain his spark.
As he's packing the last of his things, he recieves an invitation to the duke's annual foxhunt. Intrigued by the offer, he decides to attend, thinking that perhaps a break in the form of this foray into high society is just what he needs.
And with this, my participation in the @podcastbigbang ends. I would like to thank my wonderful betas and artists, @closet-trumpet-monkey, @thefigureinthecorner, and @kurofae for all their help and work on this fic, and I hope to be able to work with them again soon. I loved every part of this big bang and can't wait for the next!
Not to blasphemously contradict hawaiian shirt fanon but this is how Tim dresses actually
Just a man......out following leads...in a nice jacket...
“he can wear a hawaiian shirt under the jacket though” as if the turtleneck isn’t the most important part here. hawaiian shirts are for slutty little trips to tesco on the weekends, can’t you see he contains multitudes 😔
tap tap sorry time for a refresher
poor nikola, rest in peace girlboss
tim makes a archives group chat and adds everyone. everyone kinda assumes that jon has the gc muted bc he never responds in there
until one day, tim posts this
and jon replies with "mood"
jon does not acknowledge the group chat ever again.
s1 polycule now owns my heart
these wuluhwuh make my heart go bem bem
I know its late but I needed to express my love still <3
Just barely getting my Platonic Week entry for @melaniemonth in on time! I like to think about if Tim and Melanie had gotten a moment to bond over how much their situation sucked 😔
[ID: A digital drawing of Melanie King and Tim Stoker from The Magnus Archives. Melanie is a white woman with choppy black hair down to her shoulders and bangs. She has a silver lip ring and is wearing a red flannel with the sleeves cut off over a black t-shirt reading “TRY ME” as well as dark jeans. Tim is a Malaysian man with short messy hair and visible circular scars dotting his face and arms. He is wearing a white button-down with the first button undone, an untied purple tie with pink flowers, and dark pants. The two of them are sitting on the floor in a dark room leaning against filing cabinets, backlit by the light of the office behind them. Melanie is looking towards Tim with a concerned look on her face while Tim looks off to the right, looking pensive. End ID.]
jonathan sims has written exactly one poem in his life.
an incredibly cheesy piece for @jonmartinweek day 2: love confession!
[ ID: A digital drawing of the inside of the safehouse during a sunset. The view is framed by a doorway, and we see a slightly out-of-focus Jon from behind, and he is holding a piece of paper behind his back. On the paper is a poem titled “Reason”, with “Jonathan Sims, to Martin Blackwood” underneath it. There is a speech bubble coming from Jon that says “Hey Martin, would I be able to read you something?” Inside the room, Martin is seated on a couch, holding a book that he had been reading. He has an ace ring on his right hand. He is looking up at Jon expectantly, a smile on his face and a question mark beside his head. End ID. ]
today is the first international ace day so here’s the certainly most important ace man :)
THE EYES FAVORITE LADS
my shirt came
