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in the family of things- sybilius – The Good T…

in the family of things- sybilius – The Good The Bad and The Ugly (1966) – The Silmarillion [Archive of Our Own]:


Tweechik is stitched together with freaks and misfits, each carrying the weight of their own story. But most of them would call themselves human, begrudgingly or otherwise, and part of something like a family.

When an Elven half-orc searching for his centuries-missing brother is shot on their borders, all who call the town home do their best to hear out his story.


I promised ya’ll a crazy story, right? Well here you have it. A complete multichapter on “my favourite elf turns up in Tweechik”. I don’t pretend this work is relatable, or even that coherent plot wise. It’s a lot of character study centered around a specific mysterious plot that fits into a greater whole that I just sort of point blank refuse to address here. 

But I also think it’s a good story, and good character study, and you know, I’m proud of that.

So if you give it a read and like it, let me know <3 all my thanks to Mary Oliver’s wonderful poem.

✿ for blondeyes

✿ for blondeyes

1. A very random headcanon regarding the ship

Oh I think I’ve expressed this before, but part of the reason why Angel started writing stories was he read some penny dreadful murder novels they they get in cheap from the general store and was disgusted by how innaccurate they were and decided to write his own, starring him, chronicling the actual events of his murder life lol

But the part where it’s about the ship is he has a few excerpts he keeps in a separate book where he DOES write erotica based on his own experiences

Not gonna lie, I bet the first few attempts were pretty bad. 

I also figure the first time he wrote about he and Blondie having sex was in The Grey Desert Mythos, he found the idea of writing about them just a little too close to home before Blondie goaded him into it (lol…not that Blondie was trying to….)

2. A headcanon regarding an argument the two characters have had in the ship

I’m thinking their first argument after the whole getting-back-together after the events of Sighted Crows was probably about Blondie drinking. I think then he decided he just never would again ever, and Angel took it personally because they’re both bad at dealing with their mutual guilt over that disaster of an event. 

Anyways it culminates with Blondie just yelling that he’s never once enjoyed drinking and more or less does it because it makes him fuck up more, and then Angel just sort of shuts up about it, maybe goes to walk it off or whatnot. Then they like, actually talk it out and Blondie admits it has something to do with his father years ago, and Angel is like “oh he has a past. weird.” (smdh Angel is so self-focused sometimes)

I’d probably count it as the first time either of them deal with an argument like decent human beings. 

3. A sex related headcanon for the ship

Despite being into pretty much any kind of dangerplay, they’re not exhibitionists at all. I headcanon Angel Eyes sort of used to be; but he just isn’t when it comes to Blondie. They’re too close. 

4. A headcanon related to the ship’s favorite date location

Hmmm well they wouldn’t call them ‘dates’ like, ever. But I think both of them have a soft spot for screwing in their house? they never were the type to have a house or someplace to set down roots before. And given what happened when they first screwed there, there’s something special and a tiny bit terrifying about every time they have sex there. 

5. A headcanon about cuddling in the ship

Headcanon that after they sort of got together post-solitudinem and Angel was still deciding whether he liked the quasi-spooning that Blondie would often fall into when he falls asleep (it’s less so the teddy-bear cuddle that Blondie does while drunk and more of a lazy one-arm-over body spoon), that he’d lie awake weighing the pros and cons of staying in this position (pro: warm, con: less mobility if they get attacked, con: too much affection, pro: if no movement/change there is no reason to Acknowledge it) anyways and so forth until he falls asleep. 

6. Another very random headcanon for the ship

Uhhh this is @shit-lizard‘s fault but now I have a headcanon that once Blondie accidentally downed scalding hot coffee and then Angel made a deep throating joke about it 

in fairness I bet he did suck Angel’s cock that night because he can be a lowkey masochist sometimes; and Angel let him and then he couldn’t talk for two days. 

Sue was just ‘smdh, do I want to know? no don’t answer that question I know that I don’t’

7. A very fluffy headcanon for the ship

I unfortunately have a headcanon that they bathe together by the river in summer. I mean not like they bathe each other, but you know, Angel makes a fire and they might keep each other both warm because it IS very north

what do you mean that’s not very fluffy? it’s fluff for them 

8. A headcanon about the ship that is not in anyway related to romance or sex.

A few weeks after Jordan came to town and Angel had talked to her a bit, he came home one day and suggested they have her for dinner

Blondie nearly did a spit-take because they had never had anyone over for dinner in the house ever, pretty much. Lol.

The dinner went well (or as well as semi-awkward dinner with murder daughter can go)



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waste lose save spend kill make find (keep)

waste lose save spend kill make find (keep):


After five years in the North, Blondie feels time creeping up, numbering his days till inevitable disaster.

It’s nothing and everything but a feeling.


*walks shyly on to the stage again*

Hi everyone. Another Blondeyes story, and another story I’ve written about depression. For a long time now I’ve thought pretty seriously about writing about the uglier realities of depression– but I usually came to the conclusion that such a fic would ultimately be boring. The truth is that getting through depression is boring and tiring, sometimes. That’s a story that’s harder to take.

I’ve written more than a few depression or suicidal ideation stories too where characters in a supporting role are just that– supportive, understanding, and empathetic. But of course, sometimes when depression hits the people closest might be the least well equipped to support you. In that case the next best thing is someone who at least knows they’re going to be shite at it – and tries their best to find someone to learn from, listen, and not pass too much judgment in the meantime.

Anyways the ship that finally folded to these themes was Blondeyes because the world needs more icons of masculinity having a good depression cry.

Maybe I should say sorry I keep writing these? *throws up hands in exasperation @ self*

Thanks to @ave-ari for the title

The Grey Desert Mythos | Chapter 4: tabula ras…

The Grey Desert Mythos | Chapter 4: tabula rasa:


In the Naa’in town of Tweechik, where many strange outcasts gathered, there lived two men of the West, a hunter and a killer. There are many stories of Tweechik about them, this is their last.
So you know how people say “kill your darlings” about writing? Wellllllll here we are. The completed Blair Witch/The Good, the Bad and the Ugly crossover that no one asked for.



syb’s guide to her own pasta fic

Another fic writer in my other fandom wrote a “guide to their own fic” where she sass-described all the different works and their purposes. I thought that would be a fun thing to do with my pasta fic 🙂 other fic writers encouraged to do the same with theirs.

The first fic I wrote for the fandom was Devil’s pupil gonna teach you to sight. If The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly is your starter spaghetti Western and what you wanted from it was some grimy cowboy hatesex, you’ve come to the right place. If you get into this fic, scroll down past the cut for the Coles notes on my Blondeyes fic.

Just saw For a Few Dollars More and want shippy Mantimer content? I have two fics, A Name’s Witness, which is a series of shippy canon annotations, and Sight, Blank, and Shot which is a post canon fix it fic with a rollicking adventure and some soft bondage.

For some less mainstream offerings, A Companion to Trees and a Song for a Friend is a post canon daemon au to Beyond the Law. I think this is one of the sweetest fics I have ever written, which suits the good ship Cudvac.

The total tonal opposite is my fic cheap dynamite for A Bullet for the General (which is only on tumblr since I still don’t feel I’m very good at writing abuse ships). Nino/Chuncho, and definitely heed the content warnings on this fic.

I also have like a coin that won’t get tossed, which explores a post canon Ryan and Bill from Death Rides a Horse. My characterization there is in broad strokes based on @mcicioni-blog’s writings so I would highly encourage you to read her work first, since it’s closer to the canon timeline.

Alright, now let’s talk about the content I make rather obsessively: Blondeyes. Please for the love of God read the tags and chapter notes if you need trigger warnings.

If you want more canon-close content for GBU, the place to start is Three of Spades, Two of Clubs, but only the first three chapters. This fic is a series of short Blondie and Angel Eyes centric ficelets I wrote, but some of these will only be relevant to people who have read my entire Blondeyes canon. Be warned, the third chapter is sad, but I think of it as one of my best short works.

If you were into the kinky hatefuck dynamic of Devil’s Pupil, why not give solitudinum fecerunt, pacem appelunt a try? It’s mostly that but it has a great arc and some unusual narration.I’m oddly proud of the characterization I had for Angel Eyes in this. That fic sort of starts you down the rabbit hole of my Blondeyes verse.

If you read that and want more angst, but nothing too long, Chapter 4 of Three of Spades presents a divergence to solitudinem that is both sweet and angsty. (who built) the road is also a short and sweet drabble series, with angst in places. It’s meant to bridge solitudinem and the next fic, so it can be read before or after without a whole lot changed.

If you’re ready to jump down the rabbit hole, Sighted Crows in a Desert of Rime is probably one of my best works, and my love letter to Hannibal. Relentless angst, murder sideplot, extreme kinky bullshit, and a happy ending. Oh and if you’ve gotten this far please drop me a message – I love talking to people about the ship.

If you just want a little bit of goddamn fluff from this ship of all places….Chapter 5 of Three of Spades will do that for you.

If you’re sick of both of them by now and you want a total tone shift, also you’re interested in reading an epistolary with nods to House of Leaves and follows roughly the plot of The Blair Witch Project, well, The Grey Desert Mythos is the fic for you. Is it the most obscure bullshit I have ever written? Probably.

I have at least two other Blondeyes fics in the works right now, which I will append to this post later 🙂

Finally, if you want some silly ficlets the drabble tag on this blog has a few things that will probably never be revised into real fics.



vertigo (blondeyes, nsfw, 856 wds)

Anyways I needed to write porn because Reasons so here are the cowboys being kinky edgelords on a mountain but also being very sweet. Don’t try this at home kids.


The north’s call presented many challenges to be met. Survival cut to the quick of winter’s bone. Frostbite and journeys across landscapes too barren for almost anything to be recognizable as civilization. But the most obvious challenge is that of the mountains, never far on the horizon.

It took two summers, rather than one, to find time for them.

Ascension is action –  each grip on cool stone and boot dug in to a promising crevice is a move made in a game where the adversary is the mountain itself. A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi, for every shift of the step.

With the exception of a misstep that tested strength against the weight of Blondie’s muscle, by now the summit is in sight. One last scrabble onto the ledge– and hell.

That is a sight.

So Sue’s advice was sound, as always. The rest of the range of mountains stretch out far into the blue haze cast by the sky, each crag and valley somehow both uniform and unique. From summer’s distance, Tweechik looks almost green. A view from the skies, one of gods and angels. One step closer to the clouds, seemingly reachable from the edge.

The edge.

Looking down from just a moment before, a sheer drop one could watch a rock fall for miles, it seems before smashing in the trees beneath.

That takes the breath away – pushes it right back to the top of the throat, the view tilting, a few steps back.

The rock face at the summit has no grips – and there’s very little of it. One could almost turn around, stretch out overtop to see the southern view, but that would still leave nothing to hold on to–

“You alright?” Blondie is squinting at the view, flexing his fingers. So close to the edge. Though there’s barely six feet between him and the wall.

He’s staring. Legs are not amenable to pressing forward.

“Hey–” He intercepts the movement, pushing back against the hard rock.

“I’m fine,” something of a useless denial, as he’s already got one hand on the heartbeat. He tilts his head, parts his lips. The heartbeat quickens, for an entirely different reason.

“Seems like you need a distraction.”

The sky is searingly blue for once, summer in the north. Blondie presses a hand to the jackrabbit pulse offered in the neck, and then with his mouth, the heat of his tongue teasing the flesh there.

Oh god, Blondie is many things, observant being the least of them, but sometimes he simply knows.

You can’t fault his instincts.

“Am I wrong?” Blondie steps back, a question in his eyes.

“Don’t stop,” and sure enough, the hot breath in his ear goes straight to Blondie’s groin. He flicks open fabric to trace the year-old scar, a reminder, no doubt, nemo ante mortem beatus.

Something in the air, the thin vertigo of it, sets the fire and ache in all too fast. There’s almost a clumsiness to stripping off Blondie’s pants, a relief in taking his cock in so deep it blurs the setting out of sight. Certainly Blondie’s moan is an ample distraction.

Blondie fucks hard, even with what little movement the ledge allows, bracing himself on the cliff face and letting his length choke and overwhelm all sensation. The only thing that remains is breathing the thin air as the need builds, eradicating anything else.

Just as a headiness from loss of air starts to build, Blondie pulls off with a gasp, stomach shaking but hands still steady. He offers his hand, generous, and when balanced, he backs in to the wall of the summit again, so that there is nothing to be seen but the rasp of the rock and the harsh kaleidoscope of greys.

Blondie runs a finger distractingly downwards, undoing the belt slowly to expose bare skin to the mountain’s face, “So?”


He carried the oil with him, clever bastard, all those switchbacks up the side of the mountain to tease out a scream finger by finger on this cliffside. The scar is raw friction against the chips of rock, catching where the stitches once were.

Not for the first time, I know that it wasn’t a mistake.

He drags it out touch by touch, but once he’s finally forced his length inside, his movement, the sound of his boots on the rocks drags the image of the sheer drop back to the forefront of memory. Blondie is screaming through his release, but the cliff face offers nor grip nor purchase, nothing but his arm to dig nails into.

He catches his breath, pressing hard against the rock, slowing, but not letting up. He knows, and yet–

“You had me on that last ledge, you caught me,” He breathes, and there’s truth in that, as much as it had been a strain to pull his body back.

“Come on, relax. I’ve got you, Angel. I’ve got you.”

Fingers scrabble against the sheer rock, the rush of release just as dangerous as the climb, as the fall.

And still held fast.

I let myself relax, breathe, feel nothing but the sun and his grip, his breath on my neck.

Chapter 3: Those to die salute you | …

Chapter 3: Those to die salute you | Il buono il brutto il cattivo | The Good The Bad and The Ugly (1966)The Blair Witch Project (1999):


Aaaaand this crazy nonsense finally has an update. Now with more spooky stuff! Now with more trying to be HOL except my writing is still a work in progress! Anyways I hope you have fun with this. 

Angel Eyes, rust ; for the word prompt :)

Angel Eyes, rust ; for the word prompt 🙂

me: what if gbu was set in the 1980’s and what if you wrote in second person to challenge yourself for no reason

also me: wow that is A Novel Idea

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The Grey Desert Mythos – sybilius – Il buono i…

The Grey Desert Mythos – sybilius – Il buono il brutto il cattivo | The Good The Bad and The Ugly (1966) [Archive of Our Own]:


Two hunters chased the legend of a shaman across a snow-covered desert.

They were never found.

This is the account found in their stead. This is the story they left behind.

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