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I've made my giftee wait long enough! Here's my @naddpodgifting present for @beesorcery!!
Happy Hoglidays and enjoy the beloved silly old people!!
Hexbuds @naddpodgifting treat for @one-little-nerd-stayed-home, number one hexbuds understander o7
@one-little-nerd-stayed-home - Here's a comic spread of your lovely fanfic, Till it Kills Me, for @naddpodgifting. Got obsessed over this interaction and characterization, so hopefully I did it justice! Hope 2025 is fantastic and kind!
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I wrote a Treat, its for @naddpodgifting! more specifically for @onelonelydragon
Right here!
It's about The hexbuds and that time they separated, In it Jabari can't let go of the past, and holds so strongly to it that forgets about himself a bit.
I hope you like it! thanks @axmurphcackle for a first english look!
Important addition to the "Jabari sees bottoming as losing" anon I sent yesterday: Corbeau and Tarragon have been working on this mindset with him for a WHILE (<- guy who thinks the Hexbuds have pretty much always been having queerplatonic sex that they spent a long time viewing as another type of warriors' bond but when we come back to them in present day Eldermourne, Tarragon in particular has become slightly more enlightened about sex and desire and consent and she and Corbeau are of the shared belief that Jabari would actually really enjoy bottoming if he could just get past his mental block about it) ok that's just my thoughts I'll see myself out
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It's 11:30 at night and I'm rotating the Hexbloods at impossible speeds
Like oh man. It's just. You've killed and died for the last two people left in the world who could have known you as a child. You can't call them friends because how can weapons be friends with eachother. You killed your surrogate mother together, the woman that made you who you are. But you aren't siblings really. You were always fellow soldiers. No matter what happens you trust them to have your back. You live in the same town and barely speak. They're as intrinsic to your being as your own limbs
You want to go back and don't know how, you want to forget or atone and you can't, you want to find meaning in all of it and there is none.
So you settle. And you settle and you settle and your blood never stops singing in your veins and it's been decades but you would die for them. You don't agree with them but you would kill for them. You have known them for nearly a century and you hugged them for the first time yesterday morning.
I've had an eldermourne fic in my head for a while that's about Heradecia being reincarnated by Bukvar and given a second chance with the hexbuds because of Tarragon's Atonement. The found family of it all gets to me.
Relistening to Eldermourne and getting back to the Cindersworn in the Hexbuds arc. Makes me want a Cindersworn season with Lou back.