May 18, 2020
The Maintenance Man - Priority 0 (by Chromat1cs)
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The Maintenance Man - Priority 0 (by Chromat1cs)
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#fall together fest - day 11 Fest: RS Fix It Fest 2020
Author: Chromat1cs Rating: Mature Word Count: 11,723 Era: Post-Hogwarts
Summary: It is 1979, Remus is steadily losing control of his higher functions, and Sirius won't stop fucking touching him. Perhaps the two are related, but there isn't enough space left in the cold fusion core of Remus' brain to parse that out.
Comments: Or, Remus reaches an unprecedented level of yearning. I spent this fic alternately slowing down to marvel at the beauty of the words and rushing forward, desperately eager to see the tension break and for them to finally kiss. I made myself a hot cup of tea to read this, and immediately found a gay yearning playlist after.
hi we aren't mutuals and I'm just a sideline fan at best with most of the ships for which you write fic, but I NEED you to know that I would die for you/am a little bit in love with you, holy shit, that takedown was a thing of beauty
(Honestly idk exactly why I picked this gif? But your ask made me feel strangely how I imagine this bb alligator feels? Anyway, thank you. 😂❤)
HELLO YOUR ART IS SO GOOD AND I LOVE THAT YOU LOVE THE SAME GAMES I DO AND I'M JUST REALLY GLAD TO HAVE FOUND YOUR BLOG ILY ❤️❤️❤️
AHHH thank you so much, glad others enjoy these things !! 🤙
P and S for brutal honesty?
P - What kind of music I like.
i think it goes without saying at this point that i like metal. specifically black metal and doom metal as well as some prog and folk metal
i also like bands like neck deep and brand new more than i would like to admit
and i also love mcr
S - 2 habits.
i have realllly long hair and i like to twirl/pet it when im nervouse
i pick at my cuticles and at least one is usually bleeding
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I don’t really speak French, I hope the French parts make sense (if they don’t, it’s obviously down to the characters being bad at French in-universe).
When I was a child I spent a lot of summers hiking in the Alps with my parents, and almost a century later you’d still occasionally come across old bullets and other relics of the war, including human bones. A few years ago I read in the news that a glacier spat out the perfectly preserved bodies of two boys, who turned out to be Austrian soldiers. They still had discernible eye colours. Being there really drives home the colossal, tragic, senseless waste of life that took place on those mountains.
On an happier note, my great-grandfather Francesco (a botanist) fought in the war and was lucky enough to come back alive and go on to father my grandmother, which I appreciate!
When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (Non-negotiable, positivity is cool!)💖💖💖
Okie feeling better today SO let's try this forreal:
1. My hair!!!
2. My skin (it's been a long journey and I feel like I might be jinxing it now, but these last few months have been relatively calm)
3. My hands, which are getting stronger and also look more and more like my mom's every day, and that's just really eerie and cool.
4. My constant drive to try new things and expand my horizons. Art, cooking, climbing, roller skating, languages, weird writing styles... I'm always trying something, I'm rarely good at it, and I'm never bored.
5. My anger issues have improved dramatically over the past year. I used to be a very angry person, always annoyed at the world or at myself, quick to start yelling or to sulk, I was just...angry. Finally recognizing my depression, I decided to do some work on myself before I went for medication, and sometime between the summer and the New Year, my anger just sort of...dissolved? My serotonin levels were still imbalanced, but properly addressing my PTSD, actively starting to process old traumas, that has made me drop "perpetually pissed off" from the list of words I use to describe myself. For the first time in over 16 years, I'm not an angry person.
#gemfest - day 21
Author: Chromat1cs Rating: Mature Word Count: 16,293 Type: Non-magic!AU, Historical!AU
Summary: Taos, New Mexico, 1915. A trapper, a painter, and the earth beneath their feet just as red as their hearts.
Comments: Just gorgeous. You can really feel when an author has a deep love and understanding of a place to be able to paint it so vividly and fill it with such rich detail. And the pining, the emotion, ugh it was too good.
Favorite Quote:
It’s an apprehension of sorts, a catching of the breath, and as Sirius lets his gaze flick back and forth between the wolf pups and their flawlessly efficient little renderings leaping to life beneath Remus’ pencil, he feels it acutely between his lungs. It tightens in his chest, prickles his vision at its edges as though suffocating on it, and Sirius loves it, loves it, loves it —wants to chase it through the warrens of his blood like a runaway rabbit, bound down through his depths to the blood-rich core of his longing, hold it in his hands and swallow it whole in messy slurps until he’s drunk on it, rich with the feeling, seeing gold through eyes brimmed up with the courage of newness. Desire crashes through him like a storm, the blood, the sweat, the rain of it; Sirius holds his breath and tries to imagine all the ways those nimble fingers pulling pictures out of thin air would feel dancing across his skin.