GOD. FUCK. DAMNIT. I DID IT AGAIN. SHIT.

Chasing Stars au ! !

forgot to put the fic up here ! its the comic pages plus 2 chapters so far ! (finished the second one today)) but yea ! actually writing the fic !

griddlehark Barbie heist AU, divergent timeline 2020's. Harrow is working on her final thesis project, something that will make or break her career/future. she's so close to being done, but she's missing one important thing: footage from the lost media Barbie (1983). a movie that was originally projected to break the box office and usher in a new era of media, it ended up shelved due to corporate bureaucracy with most copies destroyed, never to see the light of a theater. only one complete copy is rumored to exist, but it's location is lost along with its director, former legendary film maker John Gaius, who disappeared -- seemingly off the face of the planet -- soon after the movie was shelved.

hijinks ensue, and Harrow ends up having to rope in her longtime childhood enemy/rival/dubious subject of multiple erotic dreams Gideon Nav in order to plan and execute the heist. with the director missing, and everyone else involved either sworn to secrecy or just as hard to find, Harrow and Gideon will need to dig deep to find a way to work together and overcome their troubled history.

the closer they get to each other, the closer they get to the truth -- but as they piece together the mystery of Barbie (1983), they end up stumbling on a worldwide conspiracy that, if revealed, could end up having nuclear consequences.

will Harrow succeed or will her thesis (and future) be lost just like Barbie (1983)!?

After the reveal about Babs’ body in Nona the Ninth, I’m extra curious about what the original run of lyctors did with their cavaliers. Harrow never hears about any of it, because her cavalier’s body wasn’t recovered, but where was Naberius stashed and what happened to the original seven?

Is Pyrrha’s body out there somewhere, perfectly preserved as if she’d died minutes ago?

pas de deux

fairfax in 70s clothes because i think seventeenth-century men would love flares and incredibly loud shirts and questionable woollen tank tops. i don't have a better explanation than that i am afraid

For the 3rd night in a row I dreamed of fencing. God damn, this damn sport is getting addicting.

Everytime I am not holding my longsword my hands desperately miss it. Even tho last week I actually got BLISTERS from training.... Can wait to do it again tho

wyllach server when

Bby boi, Truman, drinking his water

my want for a dog has always been constant. i adore dogs they're so good and so sweet. its always in the back of my mind, like an itch im never aware of until its pointed out to me and the itch almost burns w its fierocity.

i just,,, love dogs,,, sm

having a real gilear go of it (hurt myself grievously but also in just a really stupid way doing yard work)

my dad might have fucking covid. about to jump off a bridge

i have never had such a strong headcanon of a character being completely flat out aroace as I have with Miss Camilla Hect, Cavalier Primary of the 6th House but MMMAAAA'AAAAMMMM

I’m going insane because DID that scene at the end of GtN happen that way? Or was Gideon truly just a figment of Harrow’s stressed & grieving imagination trying to grapple with the fact that Gideon had just thrown herself on a spike willingly for Harrow? “Gideon” claims it’s a figment of Harrow’s imagination. And later, when Gideon actually resurfaces in HtN she outright claims that Harrow didn’t care for her at all. So then Gideon didn’t see that Harrow was only able to kill Cytheria if she imagined her there, guiding her hands, forcing her head to look away from Gideon’s body, taking up the proper stance to fight. She thinks Harrow doesn’t love her but Harrow loves her so much she couldn’t fight her first fight as lyctor without imagining her cavalier talking her through in her ear, and she couldn’t bear the thought of fully consuming Gideon so she lobotomized herself to prevent it happening.

this is SO unprompted but i'm having thoughts 🤷. so skrael and bellroc obviously care for tiamat, so they'd probably not want to lose her when all of rott happens... i'm bringing this up because all i can imagine rn is skrael piloting his titan with a baby carrying harness strapped to his chest, and a squirming mephit making it very hard to steer😭

(also forgive me if this isn't grammatical i am. tired.)

oh! you are a braver daydreamer than i, anon, my poor heart can't take inflicting rott on my poor unsuspecting beast 😂 i shoo you gently to bed, wherever you are, maybe with a nice warm drink. but ah, now i am thinking of tiamat in a little baby bjorn... she'd be so unhappy, oh my god. and her sharp little horns—four of them!! poor skrael would look like a pincushion. serves him right for going along with that dumbass titan plan

maybe she'd escape to camelot somehow? she can 'talk,' a little. argue on behalf her family, to an audience who doesn't even realize they have feelings.

i wish i could give you more of a snippet of the nari thing i was writing earlier (which is in fact the first time nari meets the fortress' resident library cat) but alas, it is set post-wizards, and so not very polished. :|a (and where did she go during the castle driveby?!) however...perhaps a peek on the other side of the fence would suffice, instead?

(bothering lalatti, at their desk; never having known a world where they do not have to fix their eyes now and again, impatient and needy in the way of all loved children.)

“throw that ass back ice” 😯