hi hello it’s me again :) im back with affection and an intense craving for another one of your fic drafts……
there’s something about how you write that feels impossible you know? like you somehow found the one way to put words together like beads on a string so that they can rewire my brain forever 👍
anyhoo, to self soothe like a wounded fawn really piqued my interest and I’d love to hear about that story if you’re feeling up to it :3
and idk if you’re still doing the water challenge, but drinking one more glass can never hurt, so please do stay hydrated!
Hello! :D It's lovely to see you again, and don't worry, I'm still doing the water challenge, will probably keep it up until the day I die, really. 27th glass of water done, thank you very much!
That is such high praise, thank you so much, especially about my drafts, because I'm always worried they end up on the wrong side of raw and you've encouraged me to just work on them and let them turn out however they turn out! I've already got new drafts, maybe the prompts will finally be fulfilled.
I love yapping about literally anything, don't worry, thank you so much for the ask!
oh, to self soothe like a wounded fawn is my constant, desperate yearning for more cottagecore fics, and is one of the many that I have hoarded away in my closet, hopeful to see the light of day. I love cottagecore fics so much, because they often feel like Studio Ghibli movies and a nice, weighted blanket on a cold day, and are especially great at tackling internal conflict instead of external conflict, which is what I prefer.
This draft loosely follows C!Tommy as he explores how all his life, he has categorized and distilled himself something into before and after. Before Wilbur found him, after Wilbur left him. Before the war, after the war. Before death, after death - continuing and continuing, boxes stacking and stacking, until he wakes up one day and doesn't quite realize who he is.
C!Tommy, to me, and eloquently put and encouraged by @sailors-be-warned, has always been an extension of what other people want. He's Wilbur's right hand man and Dream's experiment and so many people's scapegoat and fall back plan, so often so that people don't realize that he mirrors the people he's with. But Tommy, himself, has always been defined by the absence of things.
Tommy is passionate about stuff he believes in, because the people around him aren't. Tommy sticks to his principles, because the people around him don't. Tommy is brash and loud and witty and compassionate and so full of heart, because the people around him aren't.
So, I wanted to explore what would happen if Tommy were to realize what colors the lines of himself, what defines the presence of him, what exists of him when no one is there to change the puppetry and the role? And when Tommy finds himself, or is in the process of finding himself, would that make healing easier?
So, Tommy has enough and goes to live in a cottage, finally being able to look at his wounds and take a moment to breathe, and gets halfway to the mark of feeling like a person. Then, Wilbur who has been revived and realizes his little brother is missing - finds out from Dream what happened, takes one of his lives - storms off.
So often, Tommy has followed Wilbur for all their lives, into caravans and crowds and into wars and worlds too bitter and jaded, and so Wilbur thinks its about time that he followed Tommy for once, his compass of a little brother with the heart of a Christmas Island crab. His one, true north star.
Technoblade has lost a brother, and now, he realizes as he stares down at Dream, he had also lost another. Techno has so often been the one who leaves, and his brothers have been the ones who stay. This time, he thinks, the story ought to change. And so he treks after them.
Phil is a simple man, wherever his sons go, he follows. Death will always follow life, and his sons are the most wonderous bits of life he's been gifted.
And so, you have the typical shenanigans and the bickering and the angst and the healing and another cottage, just how it had all begun, back in the before, but not the same after - for this little cottage is full of heart and hope and hearth, and always will be.
Thank you so much for the asks, again, you're an absolute shot of dopamine to talk to and make me light up like a Christmas tree, and I cannot thank you enough for the joy!
Context:The Water Thing + The Fic Drafts thing, if anyone is curious.
