i usually dont share sketchy wips like this but its a chunky one- coronation crabs lineup 🦀
[Image ID: Digital sketch of the Baltimore Crabs lineup separated into three images. The players are facing forward and drawn in relaxed standing or seated poses. From left to right: Star Ali, Avery Cascabel, Vaquita Magno, Tiera Wigdoubt, Flattery Strewnberry, Tiara Loveless, Juke Gnocchi, Lenjamin Lin, and Charlatan Seabright. End ID.]
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14 ?
14. overgrown
it's been a long time since the crabitat housed players.
there was a brief period of time, perhaps a few years, where the crabitat was used as a community center post-blaseball. but, inexplicably, they stopped. maybe it was the constant dampness, or the feeling of sorrow and loss that emanated from its walls. maybe it was the great one whispering stories to anyone who would listen that caused them to leave. the crabitat, despite being a home for many over the course of 50 years and some change, was just dreadful. dreary. suffocating.
the blaseball field started flooding long ago. the bases were always strewn haphazardly around the field from being pushed around by water (something that may have also happened during the floods, but no one who would remember was alive or would talk about it). the wet mud squelched under riya's feet and stuck to the bottom of her shoes. she wrinkled her nose in annoyance.
"amma, be careful, you're gonna get your cane stuck," she warned star.
riya knew well that star ali, former blaseball player and lifelong resident of baltimore, would sacrifice anything in order to keep coming back here, even vaer own cane. maybe even riya. despite its disuse and the absolute pain in the ass it was to get inside, star always wanted to come back.
"it'll be fine, we don't need to be here long. just long enough to hear what the olde one has to say," vae said.
star was far older than vae was when vae played blaseball. vae was only twenty-three when vae joined. riya didn't know vaer exact age, but vae was old enough to have completely grey hair and wrinkles set deep in their face, showing where years of smiles had been. riya linked arms with star and helped vae over to what may have once been the pitcher's mound.
"it didn't used to be such an eyesore," star said, as vae always said when they visited. "someone ought to fix this place up."
"what do you think it should become?" riya asked, as she did every time.
star thought for a moment. "an aquarium," vae decided on.
riya snorted. "it's already halfway there."
star chuckled. "it was never this moist back in the day. gleek was, up in canada. it was absolutely wretched. no idea how those players managed in a place so wet and so cold."
"did you get to travel to all of the cities with blaseball teams, before it all ended?"
"mmm, i think so. i loved moab. it was gorgeous, even with the hellmouth. parker always said it was too hot, but he was from alaska."
"is parker still alive?"
"hmm, i'm not sure. i think so. haven't seen anything in the news about his death. they started doing that, you know."
"i know, amma, i'm the one who picks up your newspapers."
"oh," star chuckled. "how could i forget? but, you know, lenjamin died not long ago. and hana too, not too long before him. yusef said it must have been a broken heart, since he was in fine health beforehand. to be fair, so was she. no one expected a heart attack. but lenjamin got sick afterwards, and passed away. his daughters still live pretty close, i think. one is in minneapolis, and the other in new york city, last i checked. i talked to lenjamin once before he died, to offer my condolences, got to catch up a bit. he was almost unrecognizable. then again, so am i. oh, and parker, he might still be nineteen. he was nineteen when blaseball started for the first time, back in 1984, and stayed nineteen through all that, then the vault, then coronation, and he just seemed to stay young, after. his parents are both gods, so i guess it makes sense if..."
riya didn't know why star claimed to want to talk to the olde one when vae just chattered on and on. riya could hear her, though, and her voice started to overpower vaers.
"do you remember?" she asked, in a low, husky tone.
i wasn't there for blaseball, riya responded in her head. she had never heard the olde one's voice so clearly before.
"i know. do you remember?" the olde one asked again.
...no? riya responded.
"come back soon. alone. we can start."
start what? riya asked.
the olde one didn't answer, but riya could hear her hum. the tune sent chills down her spine. star joined, making riya jump, but star didn't seem to notice. vae just faced the sky with their eyes closed and sang with the old mother, and riya listened in silence.
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Heart-Warmed and Teary-Eyed: Kindness Matters
I have a P.O. Box that I check once a week. Right now, I mostly use it for letter correspondence with my friend @always-coffee—a tremendous published poet and beautiful human I met by chance online.
Monday she said she mailed her latest letter. So, I stopped by the Post Office on the way home from dropping the kids at school on the off-chance it made it through USPS faster than normal.
I found no letter inside, but a flyer from the Post Office saying they were holding something for me that wouldn't fit in the box. I wondered if Ali had sent a letter that was too tall (because she has such amazing stationary). I had no idea what was about to happen.
I glimpsed the package as they pulled it from a cabinet and wondered what on earth Ali sent me. That was not a letter.
Then I saw The Golden Notebook Bookstore label and knew it was something @neil-gaiman related.
For those who don't know (normal people who don't follow Neil on social media, for example), that is the local bookstore near Neil's home in New York. He periodically signs books for them that are sold with zero markup.
I am a fan of Neil as a writer, but also as a human. I don't follow many celebrities—a side effect of my set-kid youth—but I did follow Neil last year during the WGA Strike. Been a fan of his for ages, and Neverwhere is my favorite book.
Ali knows all this, and I just knew she had done something sneakily sweet.
I rushed home with a smile on my face, trying desperately not to set off the speed-trap on the road back. Let me tell you, driving speed limit when excited is not easy for me!
When I finally whipped into my driveway and sprinted into my house, I carefully opened the package (more excruciating slowness) and tried not to cry happy tears when I saw what was inside. Wrapped tenderly in bubble-wrap rested... a book.
What You Need to be Warm is a poem Neil wrote that features illustrations from some of the best artists in the industry. That in itself is wonderful. But the mission of this little book is what is so amazing.
See, the sale of every copy supports UNHCR—the UN Refugee Agency. This book literally helps people when you buy it.
I have wanted to buy a copy for ages, but you all know I thrift and buy books secondhand. I didn't want to do that with this book.
I wanted to buy it outright to ensure the maximum amount of money went to support the cause. So, I have been waiting until we were a little more stable so I could buy it full-price, outright.
Thanks to Ali, I have a copy that was purchased outright (so it helps people in need) and it is signed!
Yes, it's a signed copy with pen bleed on the opposite page, and all.
I would never do something like this for myself. You all know I am woefully practical and doing things for myself isn't second-nature. I’m working on it, but it is slow coming reprogramming a lifetime of behavior. So gifts like this... oh, they mean everything.
I am overwhelmed with gratitude that such a kind soul would do something like this for me. Thank you, Ali.
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eternal (snippet)
blade x fem!reader
tw; battle with swords and a knife, mention of almost-but-not-really-serious injuries.
a/n: just wrote this bit in the bus on my notes app in like fifteen minutes. not proofread obvi, don‘t mind any mistakes please and thank you <3
"fuck, blade, okay. you win. i give up", you whisper breathlessly, dropping your sword that you were fighting the stellaron hunter despite knowing how much more advanced he was with his swordsmanship than you and you basically stood no chance.
"oh yeah? you give up? nice try", blade shot you a glance — nothing but hatred in his eyes — as he, too, dropped his sword but grabbed a smaller knife to hold it against your throat, the sharpness slightly cutting into your skin causing you to hiss in pain.
"i give up, ren. i—"
"don‘t. you. dare. call me ren. you lost that privilege when you betrayed me", blade pressed the knife more into your throat, just slightly next to where he would hit your carotid artery.
"blade. i‘m so sorry. i wish i had the chance to explain before you come to the conclusion to kill me like you absolutely have any right to. but i am perfectly fine knowing that i spent some of my most beautiful moments in life with you. i am just so sorry that i hurt you like that. i never intended to", you said, voice nothing but a mere whisper as some blood dripped onto your shirt and you were trying to move your head as little as possible.
before he would finally end your life.
to your surprise, he pulled the knife away. he was looking at you with tears in his eyes — something you had only experienced once in your short time as one of the stellaron hunters.
when you betrayed him and fought against him alongside the members of the astral express.
only he didn‘t know that you did this because of your love for him. because you wanted to be with him for all eternity instead of leaving him eventually because you grew old and he was stuck with his immortality.
here is a random draft i came up with. plan is to write this once i‘m back in germany on wednesday and post it by next weekend <3
this might end up having smut tho i might also just keep it angsty. not sure yet on that part.
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