so back when i was in my CCCC phase i started a doc to color code all the lyrics of every song to whos singing ans its been sitting unfinished for i think, like, a year now? Howveer im Horrifically Sick and Havent left the house in like a week and im BORED so i finished all of it in one sitting if anyone wants to take a look !
00. Key & Overview If you’re coming into this doc with no clue on what CCCC is, then here’s what it’s about: Chonny’s Charming Chaos Compen
2.5 jamminphim. jammin holding her sword to sera’s neck, faces barely an inch apart, covered in each others blood. jammin taking it all in for a moment before dealing the final strike. would there be fear in sera’s eyes? anger? or something else?
I uh. Had a moment. Drew Ancano laying miserably on his bed at the college. But even the bed that I drew is being gratuitous to what they gave him... Anyway I wrote something too so I'll stick that under the cut just in case anyone wants to read my... approximately 900 words of imagining Ancano being miserable 🥰
Have some good ol' "Cap'n writing things he completely just made up" 😌💞
The tips of Ancano’s fingers burned. They ached, begging for a warmth and comfort he simply wasn’t afforded. How did he wind up here? In this miserable college, in this awful hold, secluded from the country, no, the continent, to advise someone who he truly couldn’t care less about? That question was one he’d asked himself so many times. Too many times. He stared at the bed he was given to sleep in. The little room… It was barely a room at all. Dark, damp, cold. It was the epitome of ‘unwelcoming’. There wasn’t a traditional place for his role to reside. ‘A role made by forcing oneself into it.’
He let out a breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding. His face had fallen as he stared at his pitiful setup, but that quickly turned to a scowl. The Altmer’s teeth ground together, aching with the force he applied. He took a breath that shook in his chest, rattling his ribcage as he eyed the bed. It was too small for him. He knew that. He thought about that fact every single night he went to lay in it. He was always cold, here. Especially now. And in the silence, something nagged at him. Brushing its awful fingers across the width of his shoulders, whispering things he couldn’t stand to hear. But he said nothing. He straightened his back, tilting his chin up like the look he gave his room was going to shame it into becoming better.
He pulled his gloves off, setting them to the side as his skin prickled. Casting a small flame, Ancano held it between his palms like the little light could stave away all that weighed upon him. It couldn’t. As the sensation of cold receded, he could feel it approaching. Relentless, it was. It ripped him apart when he could protect himself no longer. He could only compensate so much. He was going to prove that he should not be here. He should be somewhere else. With his peers. Or at the very least, with others who respected him. Ancano sat down on the bed. He was worth it. He was worth respecting. He deserved it. He graced others with his very presence. He was talented and powerful, better than the rest of these fools in this college who knew nothing of what it meant to be someone truly great. They could only wish and yearn.
Yet as he told himself this, he found himself growing frustrated. He had begun to unbuckle the belts that helped keep his robes together. He tossed them to the side, before beginning to unbutton the secondary robe that sat underneath the first and the shawl he normally wore. Sharp pains stabbed through his fingers again. He fumbled, his scowl deepening. He gave up on that for a moment, taking off his boots and pants before he drew his lithe legs onto the bed. He began to shrug off the outer robe, but was stricken with a visceral feeling. It hurt. More than any physical pain could hurt him, he was sure. Because he couldn’t make it go away. Another shaky breath escaped him as he gingerly lowered his back onto the bed. His legs remained curled closer to his core, and he closed his eyes as his head hit the pillow. It was uncomfortable. He tucked one of his hands under his head and hair, releasing a barely controlled breath. He couldn’t believe that this is where he was.
‘You are here because you were not enough. You are here because you couldn’t prove that you were worth keeping around otherwise. Your walls will never be high enough, nor strong enough, to win the battles you are waging. You know that. Silly, silly boy. Always biting off more than you could dream to chew. But no one else really seems to struggle with that like you do, now do they? They could handle it. And that is why they are there, and you are here.’
He had to believe that this is where he was.
Ancano dug his free hand into the blankets, which were thinner than he supposed they should’ve been. Something about feeling that, knowing that they would never be able to keep him as warm as they needed to, knowing that this bed was too small, knowing that he wasn’t supposed to be here — it was like a blunt weapon to the jaw. His eyes stung. And even though he squeezed them tight, the tightness in his throat told him that he was not going to escape these tears this time. Welling up in the corners of his eyes, slowly making their way down his face. He hated them. The way they made him feel weak, here in this moment. He didn’t wipe them away, but took another deep breath. He nearly choked on it. His hand clenched the bed cover with as much viciousness as he could muster. And for a moment, he felt a horrible determination.
Within mere moments, he felt almost empty again. That conviction drained into near nothing with more silent tears. His body had given up on its attempts to rouse him to action once more. How many times would he do this? He didn’t know. ‘There’s little I can do now. But my day will come. It will come.’ By the Eight, how he hoped it would come.
Huh. Hopefully that writing is okay, it's kinda what I was thinking while drawing. Also it's so late that I'm 100% losing my writing tact... Additionally!! Did you guys know that I'm in love with him. Yeah.
Wait I. Forgot to draw undergarments on him.... whatever, overlook that please, pretend I did. Alright that's the post goodnight everyone 👋
you ever get hit with the sudden thought of you haven't posted your doodles army
Yeah no I wonder who our favorite is.
FOROGT ONE
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anywya this has been our life the past 3 weeks.I LOVE FRIEND IN A DRESS ITS FHGRGRGRGEGSGHSHDGDGFGDDgimme a year I'll post tomadachi life stuff too yes we have tomadachi life it's been twking up like all our time haha.
