i was watching a gigs vod while drawing this
I had some impulsive thoughts I'm the proudest of Grian and Lizzie, notably I did 3 variants of grians wings but loved the magpie ones the best and I kind of wanted lizzie to look kind of demony but but the fairy wings won out
Okay okay this will not go away so
The Hermits ranking how weird they are right
And Impulse talking about his inverted mouse controls and how Skizz also uses inverted controls because they both played the same war game
Where Impulse was the helicopter pilot
And Skizz was his gunner
And I just.
In a fictional version of Hermitcraft, Impulse the demon soldier of wars long won or lost but either way forgotten going 'you know what, it's nice here, it's calm and fun and beautiful and the chaos is always tempered by love no matter how destructive it gets, I should bring my friend.'
And his friend Skizz- an angel, the opposite of him in every way, an enemy turned ally turned something like brother but the word brother does not and cannot truly encompass what they have become to one another over millennia- says, 'will they want me?'
'Of course they will.'
'I can't create. I never could.'
'That's not what it's about. Come on, come see it. Come be with me where there are no guns. Come fly again.'
And these two old soldiers, one guiding the other into a circle of people who will trust and care and treat him like a person, not a weapon. Who will laugh at his antics and love him just as he is, as Impulse came to love him.
Just fucking. Impulse and Skizz, both with ancient scars, building new things together just like they promised one another they would when everything was dust and blood and this- this is their happy ending, and they share it with people who don't have a clue, and its perfect.
These are some old law/ young heart pirate doodles that I made months ago and still love to look back on. The hearts have a special place in my heart. Trust I am still waiting to see them again in the manga ( ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )
The Library of Alexandria famously contained the first slashfic about the relationship between Odysseus and Posideon
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No words can describe how I feel rn.
Enemies to "I accidentally came across you while you were vulnerable and scared and I'm not a total asshole so I tried to help you" to "accidental mutual uncovering of softer sides and vulnerabilities" to "I can't be mean to you anymore, not out of pity but because it would feel weird betraying that brief truce we had" to "Fine I'll make an effort to be nice to you now I guess" to "actually now that we're not actively hating each other you're not so bad I guess" to "i think we're friends but I'm not going to say that because I'm afraid you're not gonna feel the same way" to "oh you also think we're friends? Great" to lovers