#croik

OH Yes of course!! I remade the playlist elsewhere, I should update that link actually. Thanks for reminding me, I'm so glad you enjoyed the fic <333 And ugghghh I miss 8tracks, it was just so great for making and finding fanmixes.

Playlist on Youtube Music Playlist on Spotify

And just in case those fuck off too somehow, here's the tracklist:

Pyre - Son Lux

In the Woods Somewhere - Hozier

Somewhere A Clock Is Ticking - Snow Patrol

Hole in the Earth - Deftones

The Beginning Is The End Is The Beginning - The Smashing Pumpkins

You Know What You Are? - Nine Inch Nails

I Saw The Dead - Villagers

Synesthesia - Bethurum

Feral Love - Chelsea Wolf

How To Destroy Angels - Ice Age (Soft Moon Remix)

Until It Hurts - Fransisca Hall

Ghost Song - Max Ablitzer

Together - The xx

Death is Upon Us - Kerridge

Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drums - A Perfect Circle

Put Your Arms Around Me - Eskju Divine

Out of the Fire - Charlie Clouser (from The Collection)

Deathbeds - Bring Me The Horizon

THE HUSBANDS ARE GETTING RINGS

Oh no why are you losing

"tim no eyes oops" is a very silly name for an actually relatively serious fic set in season four! it's a tim-lives AU where jon has figured out how to quit the institute, gone to martin, gotten martin's refusal, and then gone to tim, who agrees to quit with him. i haven't written out the actual quitting bit, or the aftermath of it, just the conversation leading up to it, but i've written tim and jon as ever so slightly more agreeable towards one another (especially now with the circus gone and jon having been in a coma for six months) so i've planned for them to help one another with the process and the recovery, if only so they each have somebody to keep them from dying. i do eventually plan to finish it, but i have absolutely no idea when 😅

here's a little snippet!

Oh, did I ever showed that I have a beautiful book version of this masterpiece?

Cover art is made by the incredible @delborovic

The Hunter introducing someone to the BOOM HAMMER!!!

OK this one imma do today, because idea struck me :D 

For all his ostentatiously pious ways and staunch belief in the doctrine of the Church, Alfred isn’t ashamed of the few deviations from the norm that his strict upbringing somehow didn’t manage to straighten out. The Hunter takes them all in stride, glad to see something akin to a spark of humanity in these little acts of personal rebellion that make his accidental friend into more than just another soulless zealot. 

“Grasp it firmly and be careful when you strike the spark, this part catches a bit.”

“I will.”

But none is as endearing as Alfred’s complete and unadulterated fascination with the Powderkegs. You’d think that for a man nearly welded at the palm to something as cumbersome as a Kirkhammer or as pompous a spiked wheel, he’d be more of a traditional kind. 

“Swing from the hip. It looks lighter than the Kirk, but it really is not. Spare your back.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

But no, explosions seem to hold some inherent charm to him - the bigger the better. 

Or maybe it’s the ‘hammer’ part that fascinates him so?

“It’s loud.” The Hunter warns. “And the recoil is immense.”

Alfred smiles at him like a freshly beatified saint, eyes shining with excitement, hands tight on the worn leather twisted around the crude iron handle. “I would’t expect anything less from a Powderkeg make.”