#thermal equilibrium

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GUESS WHO PUBLISHED THEIR BOOK

[quezzieandzenith]

Thermal Equilibrium!

What happens when you put an uptight and stubborn diarist with a spacey and morbidly optimistic valedictorian? Friendship, of course, one that is quickly and violently interrupted by the machinations of gods! When Q and Z meet in their sophomore year of highschool, Q insists that their studying agreement will be nothing more than that- a studying agreement. However, everything changes when the gods of their world communicate with them and interfere with their lives, giving Q reality-shifting powers and causing Z to question their sense of self. Among all the chaos and life threatening events, all they have is eachother- causing them to grow closer than ever before. Eventually, the depth of their relationship threatens to affect the state of the universe itself- and ruin their friendship in its entirety. After all, the term soulmate is not merely a descriptor of a relationship- it is a warning label. ——

Thermal Equilibrium is a book about what it means to be a god. What place humans have in the world. Alternative love languages. Unconventional friendships. All the ways self hate can get mixed up with love, and all the ways love get mixed up with hate. Learning to adapt to what seems unnatural, and realizing that not every stereotype about what you should do with your life has to be followed. And, of course, the absolute agony of having a best friend.

Thermal Equilibrium includes discussions and themes of: mental health, self harm, suicidal thoughts and actions, fear of death, parental abandonment, animal death, and descriptive body horror, including blood and organs such as the heart or liver. Reader discretion is advised.

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only our classmates would use the concept of getting horny to explain thermal equilibrium

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The Romance of Thermal Equilibrium

For Ruthari Week 2020

AU: Canon/headcanon

Pairings: Runaan x Ethari

Rating: Gen

Archive warnings: None

Prompt #4: Separation/Reunion

The forest was cold. Though summer held sway and the moonflies danced merrily beneath the tangled oaks, the forest felt cold to Runaan. With every step he took away from the Silvergrove, it grew colder. The tips of his toes tingled and ached with cold. His fingers had gone stiff half an hour ago. His arms rippled with sheets of goosebumps, prickling beneath the rankmarks Ethari had painted fresh for him the night before.

It’s cold without you. I’m cold without you.

But his longing remained tucked safely in his heart, and his face showed only what he needed for his mission: focus, intent, objectivity. That killer instinct which made him so devastatingly good at his job.

I can handle the cold. That’s why I’m the one who leaves. I can handle the cold because I am cold.

Runaan led his team silently through the night, into the chill darkness of the mission, and let it have its way with his heart.

 Ethari was so warm. Even in the deep of winter, he radiated heat like no elf Runaan had ever met. To be held in his embrace was to be warmed, whether Runaan was cold or not. But this night, he was cold. His mission was complete, and so was his reintegration ritual. With hair still damp from the bath, Runaan curled up on Ethari’s lap and relaxed into his husband’s arms.

Safe. Warm. Loved.

Runaan hadn’t said a single word since he’d come in from the cold. But he didn’t need to. Ethari knew his thoughts, his needs. And he lovingly provided Runaan with everything he needed to feel like he was welcome in the land of the living again.

Runaan nestled against Ethari’s shoulder as his husband’s powerful arms held him close. He murmured, “You warm me so well when even my heart is cold, Ethari. What do I ever do for you that could match this?”

  The workshop was hot. Runaan had left the Silvergrove on a mission into the human kingdoms, and Ethari had nothing to occupy his thoughts, to distract him from his worries, except his work. He poured his attention into forging and hammering, working up a heavy sweat, staying up late, exhausting himself so that his mind had no energy left to fret over Runaan. He fell asleep sitting on his cube, head pillowed on his arms atop his worktable, and woke before dawn. And he was still too hot.

Riding his Shadowpaw through the Forest only soothed him a little. Every single ray of sunshine seemed to find and overheat him. He sat at home in the bath with cold water up to his nose, and prayed for a nice chilly shiver.

Without Runaan, his life was all heat and force and effort and sweat. There was no beauty without Runaan. No playfulness. No romance. His swirlies were just ordinary shapes waiting to be appreciated by that soft smile, to be noticed by those gleaming turquoise eyes.

Waiting and heat. A sticky discomfort, inside and out. With a sigh, Ethari rose from the bath and returned to his forge to craft yet another beautiful piece he couldn’t put his heart into.

Because his heart had gone out into the cold.

 Runaan was delightfully cool. Ethari loved to pull his husband close and share his warmth with him. Runaan loved touching Ethari at any time, but especially when he first returned from his missions. He’d come in cold and stiff and intense, and Ethari would give him a nice long bath and wash his hair, combing it out afterward and talking lightly of whatever came to mind. Then Ethari would coax him to eat—because he often didn’t eat much on missions—wrap a soft blanket around Runaan’s shoulders, and hold him close until Runaan finally felt like talking.

Even after a warm bath and a blanket, Runaan was still cool to the touch, and Ethari wanted nothing more than to share with him the heat he’d been storing up the whole time Runaan was away. And Runaan needed nothing more than to soak up Ethari’s warmth. They couldn’t be apart for long without both of them suffering for it.

Too much heat made it hard for Ethari to think. But Runaan’s soft, gentle touches always pulled some of his heat away, leaving his mind clear and cool.

Runaan nestled against Ethari’s shoulder as his husband’s powerful arms held him close. He murmured, “You warm me so well when even my heart is cold, Ethari. What do I ever do for you that could match this?”

Ethari squeezed Runaan lightly and kissed him between his horns. “You cool me even when my heart is hot.”

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How to tell the difference between my OC’s

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anyways, making fun of my characters pt 2834740

Q comes out to Z in every timeline that they figure themselves out. and every single damn time Z is like "I knew that" and goes back to what they were doing

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Woooooo art!!! Very old art!!! From top to bottom: [SOUND OF STATIC], Combo and The Mist, group photo with Combo, The Mist, [SOUND OF STATIC] and The Time Jellyfish, Mithos, and Combo again