(call me skog | they/them)
30s - queer - art department amateur - artist - disaster nerd - gay cowboy enthusiast - corvid tendencies
hey! don't forget: make bad art / assume ignorance, not malice / the world is good and we belong here / no one is free until everyone is free / everything is connected
(a playlist raccoon, hoarding songs like trash & always taking playlist requests)
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hey look it's a pinned post! general info: please feel absolutely free to dm/yap at me about any of my tags/spec/writing/posts/your thoughts/whatever. bouncing around ideas is my love language and it helps me write (& like evan "buck" buckley I crave validation)
[my writing tag] [Ao3 link]
main 9-1-1 wip/story tags:
[tommy begins]
[dead probie saga]
[antarct-fic]
[8:39 pm]
[pothos | pathos]
[sweetmeats au / what can ail thee, knight-at-arms?]
[keep the streets empty]
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I also love making playlists and am happy to take requests
[need a smile?]
chronological list of snippets below (severely outdated) ↓
tommy begins snippets/drabbles [tag]
these snippets all belong to the same world/timeline to form a backstory for tommy. the categories nearly all overlap to some degree (e.g. both abby and victor appear in the dead probie saga)
27: Swim [army]
meeting Abby [tag]
shortly after Tommy returns to LA from the army, he witnesses an accident and calls 911. this is how he meets dispatcher abby clark
2: Family
Snippet 1
Snippet 4
Snippet 2
Snippet 3
[story with abby continues into dead probie saga & beyond - see links marked a]
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bad habits aka the dead probie saga [tag]
"you don't name a puppy until you know it's gonna pull through." meet Brian Emmerson, probie to the 118, and puppy who didn't pull through.
post-break up and staring down the barrel of spending the holidays alone, tommy does the one thing any normal, reasonable person would do in his situation: he signs up to fly helicopters in antarctica
41: Hostage
Tommy & Lucy talk Abby
10: Pole
12: Disguise
11: Viral
Bubbling Buck pt 1
Bubbling Buck pt 2
43: Station
13: Volunteer
14: Begin
44: Triage
16: Treasure
33: Faith
Buck & Madney galley crew snippet
Buck & Madney & The Thing Tease Tidbit
Talk with Eddie snippet
17: Approach
-- tommy arrives in antarctica
24: Bizarre
29: Christmas
31: Imposter
34: Complex
Complex cont. snippet
48: Expose
23: Fantasy
-- buck arrives in antarctica
37: Bewilder
49: Moon
45: Wish
42: Lasagna
50: Recuperate
35: Proposal
Lunch order snippet
53: Strike
51: Floor
52: Panic
Drinks with Katie
Larry
46: Instinct
26: Enlist
54: Alarm
55: Mayday
57: Avoid
56: Captain
58: Sink
59: Flight
61: Stuck
39: Worst
38: School
40: Confess
The universe wants us to talk snippet
Buck yelling wip snippet
60: Karma
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8:39 fic
turns out, the string of fate that connects buck and tommy passes through a specific moment in time: 8:39 PM. when a truck swerves off the road and a helicopter crashes at the exact same time, the string crumples and all those instances of 8:39 PM collide. oh, and they're both dying.
a chronological timeline for this one is... complicated. so just check out the tag. :]
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bucktommy - 1.9k - 11k total - explicit -alternate universe, sex worker evan buckley, author tommy kinard, TBI aftermath, speech disorder, self-esteem issues, explicit sexual content, edging, car accident, mentioned tommy kinard/OMC, post sex regret, angst with a happy ending.
Evan pounds back the rest of his coffee. "Hey, wanna go back to my place?"
The tip of Evan's tongue trails over his top lip. Tommy fights back a shudder. "It's a-already been nearly a-a-an hour."
"Tommy, please," Evan whines, and Tommy does shudder. "I have no plans but you today."
Tommy has never been a strong man, especially when it comes to saying no to Evan.
you can read chapter 4 of lost for words on ao3 here!
Actually, the funniest thing that Warhorse could do is make it so that in the opening of KCD3, Hans and Henry have a hunting trip and they get ambushed like the beginning of KCD2, but if you chose to make Hansry canon, they have an afternoon delight right before the ambush and you get the post coital buff for the first fight of the game, so that the optimal way to play the game at least at the start is to get the Gay Sex Buff.
From a game design perspective if they actually did this, there’d be two dialogue paths of Platonic and Romantic and you’d actually have to have benefits and drawbacks to both dialogue paths, so if I’m being serious about this:
Both paths would start with Hans lamenting his imminent marriage with Henry reassuring him that nothing will change between them (the connotation of him saying this will change based on later dialogue options.) Hans, of course, brought wine along for this hunting trip to drink his sorrows away. This is where the dialogue actually starts to branch off. You can toast to Hans’s last days of freedom (Platonic) or to his upcoming nuptials (Platonic) or their heroism at Suchdol (Platonic) or to just to “❤️Us” (ie Hans and Henry) (Romantic) [you can do up to three toasts, so long as you can handle your drinking checks]
Hans says something like “I’m going to miss this” to which Henry can offer another toast, which will lead into the Platonic Cutscene of them drinking together before Henry and Hans lay down for a nap. Cut to the Clock [You are Sleeping Off the Wine]
OR if you chose the “Us” option for any of your toasts, it unlocks an extra dialogue option of “❤️is that all you’ll miss?” where they actually talk about how Hans’s arranged marriage affects them as a couple, which is its own dialogue tree that sets the tone for the romance over the rest of the game. No matter how that conversation path goes, it will end with Henry suggestively asking if his lord only brought him out here to lament his fate. Hans will act offended that Henry questions his motives before leaning into a kiss and—Cut to the Clock [You Are Enjoying Your Lord’s Company]
Both paths converge on a cutscene of Henry sleeping on Hans’s shoulder, with the only difference being what they’re wearing. If they only drank together, Henry will still be wearing a brigandine chest plate, and Hans will have on a cuirass. If they did anything else, they’ll only be in pourpoints. They’re approached from all sides by bandits who intend to ransom to the groom-to-be to his bride. Their unusually savvy captain seems to understand the massive political significance of this wedding. The fight is effectively unavoidable.
For the Platonic Path be either drunk or hungover, since all they did was drink. For the Romantic path, Henry and Hans were distracted from drinking, so instead they having a post-coital buff called something like Afternoon Delight that raises Str, Ag, and Vit +2 like Secret Herb in KCD2.
This means the trade-off for going full platonic is being tipsy/hungover in full armor, and the trade-off for romance is less armor but better overall stats. Since strength and agility buff melee damage and vitality governs stamina, Romantic gives you better offense and Platonic gives you better defense. What makes Romantic more viable than Platonic in this proposed setup is that Romantic doesn’t leave Henry drunk or hungover because they stop drinking earlier on. A Romantic Path Henry therefore never has debuffs on him, only the Afternoon Delight buff.
If you already know the game’s fighting mechanics, the buffs to all combat stats more than makes up for not having a brigandine, so more experienced players should go for the romantic path while newer players would be better served by the extra layer of armor.
There will be people that tell you the optimal path is to go for a single toast so Henry is mildly hungover for the fight, these people are lying to themselves. Gay sex is the Meta.
trying to bed a knight like: *unbuttons your jupon* *unbuckles your cuirass* *unbuckles your gorget* *takes off your hauberk* *stops to catch my breath* *unbuttons your gambeson* *takes off your shirt*
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one of the hardest things to learn as a depressed former Gifted Kid™ is that half-assed is better than nothing. take the 50%, 40%, even 20% job. scrubbing your face is better than not taking a shower at all. picking up your clothes is better than never cleaning. nibbling on some bread is better than starving.
DO THINGS HALFWAY. NOW YOU’RE 100% BETTER OFF THAN YOU WERE BEFORE.
One of my college professors used to say “anything worth doing is worth doing poorly.” I didn’t understand that for years because I didn’t do anything poorly, I couldn’t do anything poorly, I had to Do Everything Perfectly.
But brushing your teeth for 30 seconds is better than not brushing them at all when that 2 minutes seems exhausting. Doing ten minutes of yoga is better than 10 minutes of sitting when 30 minutes of cardio sounds impossible. Changing my clothes is good when a whole shower is impossible. Standing on the porch for a few minutes is worth it after being in the house for three straight days because I don’t have the energy to go anywhere.
Anything worth doing is worth doing poorly… because doing it poorly is better than not doing it.
You must understand that perfectionism isn’t striving for excellence, it’s a crippling fear of being flawed and therefore worth abandonment or punishment. It’s a kind of psychological avoidance. You’re avoiding fear and failure , not embracing the thing you want to do bc if it was about the thing you want to do you’d be fine with partial victory.
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"He glared at him with anger in his eyes, but behind that longing and sorrow over things left unsaid, a subtle but desperate yearning for things to be different, and with just a hint of roasted nuts right at the end."
vampy buck / keep the streets empty time :) tagged semi-recently by @emphasisonthehomo and @bidisasterevankinard. tagging you back as well as @trombonechurchill @sugarpenchant @beanarie @corporatebanana @rcmclachlan @pluralityofaxes @ambernotember @wee-fuckin-woo
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It's little use being able to hear The Guy's pulse when he has no way to tell time. He tried, for a bit, to count both seconds and heartbeats but the numbers get jumbled so fast and he loses track of one when he tries to focus on the other and vice versa. Both his phone and his watch are nothing more than waterlogged junk, though, and—
His eyes flick to The Guy's wrist. He's wearing a watch. Of course he is. He probably also has a phone. A phone with which he could— he could call Maddie. The Guy knew Chim, chances were he had his number, and then he could talk to any of them. To Bobby, or— or Eddie. Tell him how sorry he is. How much he tried, he tried—
He doesn't want to, but the images race through his mind. Chris on the pier. The water. The bodies in the water. The top of that fire truck. Losing sight of him. His glasses.
The bodies. The smaller body face-down. He's still not sure if it was him, but it might have been. It could have been. He hadn't been anywhere else. And then— and then he couldn't check. He's… not sure why, but there was blood in the water, and waking up in a black bag, like there had been some sort of mistake, and then everything had been too bright, too loud, too much—
Something crunches dangerously. His hand is still pressing a dirty shirt to The Guy's neck. His other hand is somehow holding a phone with a crack in the screen. He thumbs at it, and the screen undims. There's a view of an L.A. sunset from above and the words [Emergency Call] at the bottom. Fuck. Fuck. Of course. He needs to get help.
He hesitates over the button. What if it's Maddie? What if it's someone else but they recognize his voice?
There's a weak groan and a shifting below him, and The Guy's eyelids flicker. He's pale, really pale. "Okay, shit," Buck mumbles, pocketing the phone and pulling The Guy's bulky weight into a fireman's carry. He needs to get him help, but not here. Not where emergency services will get ages to get to. Where he will have to give up his hiding place.
He takes a deep, unneeded breath, nearly going dizzy with the scent of blood, and takes off. Somehow, impossibly, he makes it to the road within moments.
He hits the call button before he can think about it. Rattles off his location to thankfully-not-Maddie, and leaves as soon as he's spotted the lights in the distance.
Later, curled up on his side facing the wall of the cave, he buries his face into his bloody shirt and lets the intoxicating smell drive away all his shame and fear.
vampy buck / keep the streets empty time :) tagged semi-recently by @emphasisonthehomo and @bidisasterevankinard. tagging you back as well as @trombonechurchill @sugarpenchant @beanarie @corporatebanana @rcmclachlan @pluralityofaxes @ambernotember @wee-fuckin-woo
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It's little use being able to hear The Guy's pulse when he has no way to tell time. He tried, for a bit, to count both seconds and heartbeats but the numbers get jumbled so fast and he loses track of one when he tries to focus on the other and vice versa. Both his phone and his watch are nothing more than waterlogged junk, though, and—
His eyes flick to The Guy's wrist. He's wearing a watch. Of course he is. He probably also has a phone. A phone with which he could— he could call Maddie. The Guy knew Chim, chances were he had his number, and then he could talk to any of them. To Bobby, or— or Eddie. Tell him how sorry he is. How much he tried, he tried—
He doesn't want to, but the images race through his mind. Chris on the pier. The water. The bodies in the water. The top of that fire truck. Losing sight of him. His glasses.
The bodies. The smaller body face-down. He's still not sure if it was him, but it might have been. It could have been. He hadn't been anywhere else. And then— and then he couldn't check. He's… not sure why, but there was blood in the water, and waking up in a black bag, like there had been some sort of mistake, and then everything had been too bright, too loud, too much—
Something crunches dangerously. His hand is still pressing a dirty shirt to The Guy's neck. His other hand is somehow holding a phone with a crack in the screen. He thumbs at it, and the screen undims. There's a view of an L.A. sunset from above and the words [Emergency Call] at the bottom. Fuck. Fuck. Of course. He needs to get help.
He hesitates over the button. What if it's Maddie? What if it's someone else but they recognize his voice?
There's a weak groan and a shifting below him, and The Guy's eyelids flicker. He's pale, really pale. "Okay, shit," Buck mumbles, pocketing the phone and pulling The Guy's bulky weight into a fireman's carry. He needs to get him help, but not here. Not where emergency services will get ages to get to. Where he will have to give up his hiding place.
He takes a deep, unneeded breath, nearly going dizzy with the scent of blood, and takes off. Somehow, impossibly, he makes it to the road within moments.
He hits the call button before he can think about it. Rattles off his location to thankfully-not-Maddie, and leaves as soon as he's spotted the lights in the distance.
Later, curled up on his side facing the wall of the cave, he buries his face into his bloody shirt and lets the intoxicating smell drive away all his shame and fear.
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art is not my strong suit but this is my best recreation of what i saw when i opened the window. i have to emphasize that she was supermodel levels of gorgeous
Eridians don't really have gender but Grocky is like. Assigned gay at first contact. If Grace were a woman she would definitely she/her Rocky. If Grace were nonbinary they would use their own pronouns (or its own pronouns, hir own pronouns etc).
Queer isn't even a concept that makes sense to a species of aliens where everyone is the same gender but once Grace explained it Rocky would disappear for like three hours and emerge holding a xenonite rectangle with different textured stripes.