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"Just two strangers with the same white hair."

The Mason brainrot is real....

Lyrics from "I found" by Amber Run

Individual pieces under the cut

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OH NAOW

diansu fought the continentals three times and not two times T^T oh noooooooo i might have messed up on my lore notes OHNOOO

(I say as I realise I may now need to revise the 13k diansu fic as well as the will_bl prompt ;-;)

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here have some purple prose

Amidst a languid draft of sand, churning and whirling in patterns discrete of man’s hand, eased, She sat. Criss-cross on a sunlit seabed of golden glitter, young eyes gazed upon the specs dancing with unridden awe and imagined things great and whimsical, little and kind, ubiquitous, evil. She saw dusky blue — the furrowed, distraught brows of a father above an ailing daughter, soft assurances on crude lips. She saw lime — researchers and businessmen quietly debating across an oval table, beckoning towards each other with respect. She saw crimson and gold — the wicked smirk of an emperor commanding troops into battle. She saw hopeful taffy — a man and a woman stood side by side, beaming grins spread wide and winners’ hands clutched high above their heads.

The more She watched, the less She saw — time raced with her, ruthlessly. The mesmerising storms of sand had fallen out and abandoned her in a desolate stretch, the seafloor seeming dim and dead, bare of what kindled colour. The surface could no longer be breezed over by the tips of her fingers, for it now stretched far up, leaving her buried tens of metres under to choke on its pressure. Dark figures of the horizon had never glanced back — they were here with Her yet never completely here, in sight yet never completely close, keeping Her under careful scrutiny, which only spoke through silence. She could let the It crush Her; She could crumble in a heap and breathe in the cutting salt, for the colour, but not for a mere rest, no — the peers of chlorine would judge and no veil of sand could hide Her, because She was floating, without a bottom in sight, amidst the dark and heavy, calm.

Eyes of old closed. She saw.

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"𝙈𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙖𝙠 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙨."

A king slain by his Hand; a Hand slain by his king.

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"It is the lament of the fallen which pushes the living onward."

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS WHOLE BOOK (i feel like im late to like. everything honestly) (tbh, i started watching for the Bean Bandit lore, stayed for The Ghost™ + Asai lore)

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A Dying Mother

The folly-eyed’s distaste towards the annual meeting with Them clung to her, still, akin to how lifeless meat clung to marred bone. Too sickened by the unwelcomed sight, a little nose crooked, after she had descended below into the arid fog of ash. High-heels were barely swept across its bottom of worthless current; an aegis veiled the goddess, now, having had not the patience to be subjected to the mortals’ realm.

‘All an insult.’ Folly scoffed. ‘Your antics are none but of a child’s. Shall I leave, then?’

As none welled to the surface, she reached out upon the multiple plains of extant, barely licking the not-empty. A wound opened; orbs of mirth stared from underneath an artless cape, the figure little and of powers none to speak of.

‘In twin eyes, such an arrangement is unavoidable, however despised.’ Lapping at her veil, a golden reek furled between the goddess and the cloaked being, not particularly swift to froth. ‘Bring forth thine overtures.’

‘A Lesser will not command my will.’ With a brief flick of her hand, the maid-of-worlds-many choked the sickly yellow mist out, uncaring. ‘What is of the uttermost importance a lackey must cover for a proxy? Realities left to Their rot are well taken care of, by my design. What gives for such a cause?’

The inked figure swirled in barely hidden contempt, however it seemed, to hiss with no one’s tongue. ‘Enlighten me, would a Lesser be present without thy mandate first?’ Through whatever means, the fog grew dense. The cloak boiled. ‘Again I must implore, bring forth thine overtures, Mother.’

‘Very well.’ Folly beckoned Them. Abruptly, she shredded the truth’s fabric, revealing the vast expanse of rended wheels and cruel chains underneath. Called the mildew of rot itself.

Looking down at the decoy, the doom-watcher razed the false un-reality apart.

‘Scour, ye.’

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Very much inspired by @arathain's style of writing! This piece is the first of many in which I study the writing of my favourite authors. This is also my entry for day 20 of my mishmash of Talontober & Diansutober & CSMPtober 2024, prompts being Lurk, Fear, Folly.

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hear me out.

quoting Zero (Gift of Oblivion): "[...], they pierced them through the chest with their stone greatsword, and then used it to [...]" quoting A Star Of Dawn: "They unsheathed a sword, if you could call it a sword - a solid piece of black granite, sharpened to absurdity." + "[...] bones cracking as the blunt of the Mason's stone-sword retreated into its sheath."

stone greatsword of black granite. Dusk's Epitaph.

I rest my case.

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Some content smp headcanons.

The creators like to watch the fights and lore(mostly content smp members) like it's a movie

Astron can break the fourth wall. They just can.

Considering that Blake can jump between different servers, if he's in character on a different server, all he can remember about content smp are the bad things.

If Nox learns a fact about something they are really interested in, Lux will randomly learn that fact from thin air and vice versa

Will can randomly hear the most random things Diansu says, even when he's dead. He'll be gathering food and randomly hear Diansu somewhere in the depths of hell repeat an ultrakill quote to Mason.

Mason, Diansu, Voidable, and zombieDrarf all ended up in the same place after death. The other three have taken advantage of this by telling Mason about the things he missed. Diansu does enjoy telling him about how Lux technically joined the enemy team. Mason is in denial.

Rat does know who Folly is. He just plays dumb. Also, Folly is their mom.

Nox acts like a cat. This does result in them dropping things off of the counters every time Blake and Will turn their backs.

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now tell me. what am i. what. how am i supposed to ever write these

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You are a saviour <3 thank you

So I have a word document filled to the brim with CSMP's lore and sometimes I just find... stuff... that I have no recollection of and I'm like... o-o wot This is one of the entries for Lux:

And for Blake:

Does anyone know anything about this? (I'm desperate.) It was probably mentioned in one of Lux's streams, but I didn't link anything, so gg for me ig. But this lore is too important, so if anyone would kindly tell me, I'd be forever thankful 🙏

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So I have a word document filled to the brim with CSMP's lore and sometimes I just find... stuff... that I have no recollection of and I'm like... o-o wot This is one of the entries for Lux:

And for Blake:

Does anyone know anything about this? (I'm desperate.) It was probably mentioned in one of Lux's streams, but I didn't link anything, so gg for me ig. But this lore is too important, so if anyone would kindly tell me, I'd be forever thankful 🙏

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screaming crying balling my eyes out, im skimming over old vods for lore and i just happened to find this, im so done. the mason lore.

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CSMPtober (writer edition)

So, I've decided to combine three different prompt lists,

Talontober by @talonmc,

Diansutober by @comatikos,

CSMPtober by @dovescheck.

...I'll be writing a short story every day with all three prompts being in some way represented. Enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59465632

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literally Diansu's whole character arc

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So like... custom dimensions and weapons and mods aside (though they rock balls)

have you tried putting him in a faraday cage?

its like. the simplest solution to all of your problems.

if you make it big enough you can maybe even fit him in in his Invictus form!

(ensure enough stimulus is given. put in a couple of vinyls and a record lathe and he'll be hooked for days. (or you can give him one of those sets for children that teach them electronics. i think its called Boffin or sth. that should also work))

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yo all 27 of my WIPs actually bomb