Posts tagged seemann series
Posts tagged seemann series
Normal people with boats, get out of the helmsman tag
it’s our word now you can’t have it
I giggle a lot when I think of poor innocent people expecting boats and getting hentai tentacle monster ships.
I’m so tempted to write a Helmsman fic called Der Steuermann.
hnnng every time I read a new bit of it it gets better
about equal parts urge to hide under the table and go back to Seemann and try to make something out of it for realsies
das Feuer nimmst du von der Kerze
die Zeit steht still und es wird Herbst
Jesus Christ, I was lousy at this when I started. Now deloused.
I went through and took out most of the fucks from the text. It reads better now.
I still love the hell out of that ship. It’s still completely satisfying to picture, and I do fully intend to go back to Blue Light Burning and fill in the big gap that exists before Eridan’s deep dive.
because holy fuck ATWD is like my first real HS fic and it shows. Oh GOD does it show. There are some good bits later on in the story but it is…it…there’s a reason good writers don’t rely entirely on “fuck” to get their points across.
Awww, man, it cut you off, but all of the hearts for this one: the James Cameron Tribute Fic, Blue Light Burning.
I saw The Abyss when I was still very small, probably ten or eleven or so, and I still so clearly remember watching the green cursor blink on the black screen in Deepcore as Bud typed out his last message to Lindsay:
KNEW THIS WAS A ONE WAY TICKET
BUT YOU KNOW I HAD TO COME.
LOVE YOU WIFE
I’d played with other bits of that film before with Eridan and Equius—one of the HHCOD fills featured Equius rigging up a tank full of perflubron for a pneumonia-stricken Eridan—but this was the first time I got to really do the descent into the black cold depths concept and it was so stupidly appealing that I kind of skipped over the middle of that story so I could go right to the fun part. I intend to go back and write the bit where Sollux does his infiltration part and they figure out where and what Leviathan is and how to fix its little red wagon, but I wanted so badly to have Eridan go to the bottom of the world knowing he wouldn’t be able to come back and doing it anyway, doing it because it needed to be done—or they thought it needed to be done. Gl’bgolyb showed up and surprised me, but then I remembered how it worked in the film, and of course it had to be the unknowable alien creature who saw and rescued the little morsel of surface life from the deeps—and it was fun writing her slow vast thought process.
This bit, though, this bit was better than even the ONE WAY TICKET part, because this bit came to me completely unplanned and I had in no way intended for an Erisol moirallegiance to develop. I just liked the idea of Eridan’s and Sollux’s mutual snipy dislike changing over the course of this entire mess into something paler and more heartfelt, and I didn’t think Eridan would be able to handle Equius at his bedside waking up from what he’d thought would be the last time he closed his eyes. The grandiose self-sacrifice of his gesture had pleased him deeply when he’d been pretty sure he wouldn’t have to deal with any fallout; the realization that in fact, no, he would have to deal with it, and that it would suck, knocked his whole worldview out of balance. He’s freewheeling at this point, he doesn’t know what to think, and Sollux is there and Sollux is crossly watching over him and Sollux for some unknowable reason seems to give a shit about him.
Eridan in this hyperbaric chamber is not the Eridan we met first in All the Way Down watching Equius fall out of his comically ill-suited boat. This is an Eridan who’s grown up a bit, even if he doesn’t really understand what that means just yet.
Oh my god. That would be TERRIBLE. Equius would probably end up depressed as fuck and Eridan would KNOW it was because of him and augh augh augh.
tumblr user ceruleancynic writes this equius/eridan series and they posted a little h/c fic where eridan is sick and it was so cute oh god I can’t resist… children……
IT’S “you can close your eyes and really sleep” ART
…You and your Sagittarius thing have reintroduced me to my own thing for stupid amounts of hair, just so you know.
WHEEE I FORGOT I COULD SHADE WITH THE ERASER
this is actually becoming fun
(he’s sewing a badass leather rain cloak for eridan, in case you were wondering)
I saw it so clearly when I was writing that bit. He’s let Eridan fuck with his hair and set it into a long rippling wave, and he’s got it hanging down on one side and tucked back on the other, and there’s a single powerful source of light, and he’s got his head bowed over the work he’s doing.
Post-Blue Light Burning; a brief vignette in Equius’ hive. The dark-season storms are coming on again, and bring with them memories of drowning—and of rescue—that are slow to fade. A great many things have changed for both Equius and Eridan since the wind last whined around the coast on this particular rising note.
Tonight it’s a fishbone braid, gleaming black and ever so faintly blue at the edges of each highlight as the locks overlap and slip beneath one another. Last night he let you clip damp sections of his hair round empty wire bobbins and wait for them to dry, brushing each lovely coiling curl into a wave that made you think of black oceans, smooth slick seas of ink. You’d wished you could paint, watching him set neat little stitches into the hem of the waterproof cloak he’s making you, head bowed over the work, the bare lamp bulb silvering that wave of hair and catching the edge of cheekbone and chin sharp against the darkness.
“Do you have to do that?” he rumbles.
wip linework for a bit of BLB
Seemannverse Eridan, with the golden horntip.
Yes I know he looks as if someone has just suctioned out his higher mental functions, but frankly he looks like that a lot when he’s with Equius.
…and now you are pressing your face against his chest and his arms are around you and you can hear-feel the deep beating of his heart and the rustle-rasp of his breathing, and if there are tears dampening his borrowed shirt you are in no fucking way responsible, you just want that to be known right now.
Illustration for All The Way Down, by Coldhope!
And all within my breast was strong silent satisfaction, to borrow a phrase.
:D :D :D :D :D