#breaok

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

lays right on the floor about breaok

[sophisticatedscholar]

Why on Thra are there so many Skeksis-hybrids among the Castle lately? Surely the Emperor has noticed!? 

Hold on... If he’s fine with it... then that means...

@asktheornamentalist SkekEkt! Help me pack my bags! I’m off to Ha’rar!

[sophisticatedscholar]

Owl, Nightingale, Hummingbird

Owl - is your muse a day person or a night person? What do they do during this time?

A day person. However SkekOk does enjoy winding down from daily work with some tea and a book to read.

Nightingale - how does your muse show love, platonic or romantic? What is their love language?

He listens to things his friends (SkekEkt, SkekAyuk, SkekLach) like to discuss, be it gossip or hobbies. With Brea even moreso, as they both enjoy literature and research. He shows his love for the Vapran Princess by paying great attention to her and spending time whenever he can to be with her.

Hummingbird - what are your muse’s comfort objects, comfort foods, etc?

Handwritten letters from Brea, as well as her favorite books. Tea, pastries, wine, flowers. All the books and scrolls in his library.

[porchtart]

assorted gelfskek/gelfurskek shippy doodles and WIPs

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

SkekOk!

THAT BASTARD

[cracks knuckles]

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favorite thing about them:

it’s hard to choose just one because i love a lot of things about him; but honestly, the fact that he gets more enthusiastic about Reading Lots of Things than actually digging into or being knowledgeable about them on more than a surface level delights me deeply because it’s a Big ADHD Mood that i never see represented, especially in a character i already really like who has an arrangement of other nonstereotypical ADHD traits.

least favorite thing about them:

the fact that he had what looked like a really interesting arc waiting to happen with brea and the gelfling in general, and his hesitance to destroy them all, and seems to have had the door pretty thoroughly slammed on it by the end of the season. unless they open it up again in S2, which i kind of doubt they will. :/

favorite line:

GOD another hard one to choose, he has some real winners. MOAR FLOWERS makes me laugh, ‘the all-maudra looks cross! not to worry, i will put in a good word for you’ makes me d’aww, and ‘oh, look… there you are. :)’ makes me sweaty (which i am mad about and will be til the day i die)

 brOTP:

skeklach, depending on the au! i also really like him becoming grudging friends with skektek in aus where they’re both partners with brea.

OTP:

breaok and breaoktek! (in the the latter, where they’re in a vee with her, usually.) brea and her big top energy out here gathering nerd bird partners left and right; on a more serious note they have not only a really interesting arc in canon, but their dynamic could go in so many more potential directions–ranging from him learning to stop being an asshole for her sake to things getting very, very twisted and dark–and there’s a lot of really lovely imagery i associate with them in my head, and i’d have given my left nut to see more of it in canon. 

breaoktek is also fun because it means i get to bounce not just his personality off of skektek, but both of theirs off their mutual relationship with her while initially (or not so initially) not liking each other much.

nOTP:

hm. i don’t really have a lot of notps for this fandom honestly! i guess maybe skekayuk, just because for some reason shipping him with people makes me really uncomfortable (not to knock anyone who does, y’all shine on).

random headcanon:

i’m torn between ‘he’s masc-leaning, la croix-flavored agender and uses he/they; someone dipped a gender in a glass of water in the next room over and he went ah yes, perfect,’ and ‘he feels hella guilty for what happened to skeklach in his library, and has various coping methods to various degrees of shitty/unhealthy depending on the au.’ 

unpopular opinion:

i really enjoy writing him as a deeply, deeply awful person who has a lot of hard, ugly work to do to grow out of it; has a lot of those ugly things mixed together in messy ways with the good; is legitimately petty and cruel to the people around him in the meantime in some really unlikable ways; who is still petty and cruel while he’s learning not to be; and who in spite of that is capable of getting better, which makes it even more tragic when–more often–even the motivation of doing it for others’ sake isn’t enough for him to follow through. sometimes he just doesn’t get it, or chickens out, or gives up. and it makes it that much more meaningful when he does manage it.

 song i associate with them:

A Narnia Lullaby has huge BreaOk with Bad Intentions vibes, it makes my hair stand on end to this day, and i love it. 

 favorite picture of them:

this is still my favorite unedited reaction image from this show. what a god damn everyday mood

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

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[angorwhosebabyisthis]

i just came to the realization that i apparently really like ships with 

a) terrible, cranky old book-loving bastards who claim to write historical records, are smaller than the rest of their kind, and are neutral evil at best, who 

b) end up having Tension with spry, adventurous, quick-thinking younger folks who also love books and spend a lot of time in libraries, and 

c) have an age gap on the order of centuries

am i talking about breaok, or bodus/eloise?

yes. yes i am

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

BreaOk, please? 👀

certainly! >:3

—

“Princess?”

Rustling robes; hasty bare footsteps, scuttling around the room. “Princess, have you seen–oh dear–”

Brea blinked herself awake. It took her bleary eyes a moment to focus; it took another moment for her to groan and lift her head off the table where she’d fallen asleep. She’d dozed off in the library before, lulled by the quiet and booksmell and sunlight, but usually it had been in one of the comfortable chairs that dotted every room of the library she had explored so far. This time, she’d made the mistake of staying up half the night reading charts he had given her of the stars–

(”Did you make them?” 

A pause; a nervous little laugh. 

“Of course not,” he had said. “They are courses plotted by Sifan mariners, to find their way by sea.”

“Oh.” The shuffle of scrolls changing hands. “Thank you.”

Another moment of hesitation.

“You are very welcome.”)

–and gone to bed only when he had shooed her from the library. Her second mistake had been to come back immediately after the afternoon meal, determined to study; instead she had drifted off, it seemed, in the dusty silence of the room. Her hair was a mess, and she could feel a mark on her face from lying on the tabletop, and her neck and back weren’t going to be happy with her.

Now skekOk was fussing around, and as she watched him she realized that he was feeling his way around the bookshelves, patting frantically at every flat surface he could reach. His anxious mumbling had woken her. 

“Scroll-Keeper?” she croaked, which opened into a jaw-cracking yawn. Her legs were cold, but her top half and shoulders were warm. Something started to slip from her shoulders, and she caught it by reflex. A blanket. A shawl? “Is everything alright?”

(There should have been a ‘my lord’ somewhere in there, she knew, but somewhere along the way it had fallen out of her speech with him. Her mother would have had words to say about it, none of them pleased, but he didn’t seem to mind at all and so neither did she.)

“Yes, thank you–well–” He paused in his searching to wring his hands anxiously, shaking them from the wrists as he did when distressed. “My spectacles. I seem to have misplaced a pair, and I’ve no idea where they’ve–oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.”

Oh dear, indeed. He could barely see with two pairs and a half. “Where was the last place you would have had them?” she said without thinking, and stopped. Useless question, had never been helpful to anyone since the first time it was asked. After a moment’s thought, she amended, “What would you have put them down for?”

That made him stop. “Erm,” he said. He wasn’t shaking his hands anymore. “Er.” 

Brea waited. She knew it was no use rushing him.

“Well,” he hemmed. “Well… I suppose there aren’t all that many, erm, places I would have put them–”

At that moment something bright winked at her eye, making her wince. She squinted it shut, shielding her face, and glanced at the desk. Something shone at the edge of the map she’d been studying, trying to copy onto blank parchment she’d borrowed from the library’s stores. The angle of the sunlight had changed just enough to glare off of–

“Found them!” She held up her find, careful of the old, old frames. Older than she was, probably, it occurred to her. It was the middle pair, the only one she’d noticed he didn’t keep on a chain. “Funny, they were right here.” 

When she looked over her shoulder to show him, he looked flustered, and suddenly dots connected in her head.

(At least, she was fairly confident that was flustered. Skeksis faces had turned out to be surprisingly easy to read, compared to gelfling.)

Brea hesitated. And then, heart beating in her ears with her own boldness, “Maybe you dropped them when you were tucking me in.”

He drew his head in sharply toward his collar, looking deeply embarrassed. “Ah,” he harrumphed, and she grinned. She’d guessed right. 

“Thank you.” She scooted the chair backward to stand up, her own ears burning now, and kept the shawl about her shoulders–thick and soft and muted brown–as she moved toward him. He muttered to himself as she approached, and stopped when her feet did. 

“Here you go.” She held out her hand, glasses held carefully by the bridge between finger and thumb, and after a moment’s hesitation skekOk reached for them with long claws.

Well, let him have them, she thought to herself. This was awkward enough already. But she was feeling bold today indeed, and on impulse she ignored it. 

Instead she reached out and took his hand, pressing the spectacles into his palm. “It’s alright, you know,” she said. “I don’t mind. It was very nice of you.”

He peered down at her, and she stared up at him. A sharp ray of sunlight sliced across his shoulders, leaving his face unreadable in the dimness above it. She knew she’d only be a blur in his vision, but her heart pounded in her throat anyway.

He didn’t pull his hand away. The seconds ticked by.

And then, “You are very welcome, Brea.”

She beamed.