#to be found

[feral-ballad]

Tishani Doshi, from A God at the Door; “Listening to Abida Parveen on Loop, I Understand Why I Miss Home and Why It Must Be So”

[jessij1997]

Healing - Recovery - Becoming

all done and bingeable now 🫠

With gorgeous art by @geonbaeeeesblog 🧡

[zainclaw]

TO BE FOUND  ♡  anniversary gift

Last year I decided to write a buddie werewolf fic for halloween, and I never could’ve guessed just how much love that was about to come my way. The feedback has been out of this world. I can't thank you all enough.

A lot of people have asked me to revisit this verse, so I decided that for the one year anniversary, I would.

main fic  |  to be found  |  M  |  71,328 words

After being mistreated by his alpha for the last time, Buck abandons his pack and heads for the city where he’s found by Eddie - another werewolf who’s nothing like the ones Buck is used to.

sequel  |  to belong  |  E  |  9,609 words

Reluctantly, Buck detaches himself from Eddie’s neck and lifts his head just enough for them to look at each other. Eddie’s eyes are dark even with the room bathing in sunlight, his pupils blown. His chest rises and falls at a quick pace, his cheeks flushed. Buck can’t help but lick his own mouth at the sight of Eddie’s kiss-bruised lips.

I did that, he thinks. A few months ago he hadn’t even known how to kiss Eddie properly for the first time, and now he can do this. Can leave Eddie looking completely disheveled with just his mouth and hands, the sound of his fast thumping heart loud in Buck’s ears. It makes his chest swell with pride.

[fandom-means-family]

Every time I think about Buck in his coma, I hear his voice-over from season 3.

A few choice words can sometimes be the life raft that gets you home.

I wonder whose words will help Buck this time. It would be nice to go full circle.

[beyourownanchor6]

|day 4: favorite arc

tsunami

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[sagaverse]

eats Sagaverse CHOMP

anyway lol just wanna wish ya luck with your comic and ask if ya discord is currently open for peeps to join :p

*holds your jaw before you get the opportunity*

Hahaha, very funny, dear. Thank you for your wishes, and we mainly keep our discord to invite only. It keeps drama down for our team with a smaller, more private server.

-Levi-Weaver

It just makes it easier for us, really. We're not capable of taking care of a BIG server nor do we have the mods for it. So yeah. It's invite-only for now.

-Rev/Revolvius

[moon-lit-stars]

To be found

I stumble in a dark abandoned alley

Drunk on the sound of my breaking hearts

I sink down against a wall like petals withering down a thorned rose

Clutching my knees to my chest I hear it crumble

A tap on my shoulder makes me look up through teary eyes into a drunken smile

The weight on my chest feels lifted and my brain isn't foggy anymore

I see the outstretched hand of a stranger who will become much more once held

Is this what it feels like to be found?

To be seen

My gaze wanders over the mob of people

Looking around longing to be seen

My body feels cold in the winter breeze

Until my gaze land on yours

You look back with your fiery golden orbs and suddenly I'm not cold anymore

Feels like I'm standing bare against your gaze

Hearts ablaze

My heart unravels as our eyes unravel each other

Is this what it feels like to be seen?

To be felt

Old burnt parchment and smudged ink lines

Left in a dusty forgotten libraries

Aching yearning longing to be held once again

I take a step in and lift the papers

Scanning over the smudged lines feeling the burning emotions of it all

The parchment shines under my touch

Smudged ink turns into golden words as I trace my fingers over them

Stroke by stroke the forgotten parchment comes back to life

Is this what it feels like to be felt?

To be lost

Blue skies and clouds of different shapes

I lay there under the sky looking at the shapes trying to find meaning them

Meaning to life as my mind races

I'm happy under the clouds but what am I when the clouds aren't around?

We all pretend, pretend to be ok, to be perfect

But when the cloud goes who am I truly?

What do I be and what do I want to become when I am my true self?

Thoughts blow past my mind like clouds in the infinite sky

Is this what it feels like to be lost?

To be forgotten

Clipped wings rot in my closet

Once flaring on my back as I soar through the wind

Feathers shredding as they rot

Lying forgotten in s closet like used clothed

Pearly white now black like coal

Bleeding bright red wanting to be remembered

To be out of the closet and not hidden away

Mighty as they were now equally daunting and coarse

Is this what it feels like to be forgotten?

To be

Black envelopes and sealed letters

A piece of me hidden inside that paper

Letters unsent to keep me hidden behind seals

What does it feel like to let go off those letters?

To be yourself and not seal you under dried flowers

The hollow feeling of that part missing

Never whole because if the pieces tearing inside

Is this what it feels like to be?