#* & the unnamed — dialogue .

[uncertainwallflower]

So I've suddenly pivoted 360 degrees and am working on a medievalesque (and by that I literally just mean dresses and swords and arranged marriages, sue me) James and Lily fic...

I have no excuse but here's a snippet from the opening scene:

*FIY: Elizabeth is Lily.

I don't even have a title at this point, it's purely being driven by self-indulgence.

Fun though 👁️👄👁️

[suhmayzooka]

forgot how all-consuming it is when you write fics about OCs bc i sat down to write a few words in my valencia/symone behemoth and somehow ended up almost 3k words deep (and counting) into a fic about val's unnamed MOTHER????

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

A version of "He won't fucking say that" except it's "He won't fucking talk like that. He won't fucking say those specific words. He won't even know what they mean."

[muttakutagawa]

please tell me im not the only one wondering

[tewwor]

new muses interaction call ( accepting ) — @sorrowsick

Seldom does she leave the guardian's world. Why should she? Everything she's come to know is provided there; ample in its strangeness and everchanging wonder. But something in her lacks, still. That much she's come to understand as of late. Though the guardian visits from time to time, it's never for long. The outside world calls to them just as certain planes call to her. And, of course, there's the hunger. The starvation that's been speared shut in the tenderness of her mouth. She could talk to several people here. Take their names and bodies, memories and flesh. But that's careless — so she's been told. So she has learned after caving to her desires for connection.

When she peels herself away from Saul's liminal existence, The Unnamed appears more human than she ever remembers being. Long, midnight black hair spills over her shoulders and side. Lightless eyes take in new surroundings like the parched does with newfound water. Things have changed, again. There's no hope in adapting fully — no reason to when this Earth changes so quickly.

So, for now, she wanders. Walks until she comes across a living person. Almost uses her mouth to speak, but remembers just in time. She must use her hands only. Her right arm's extended in a wave up high, meaning to draw the stranger's attention. If that fails then she'll have to get closer, then. Maybe resort to her usual pattern of knocking and tapping.

[arolesbianism]

Oh yeah that’s right other oni characters exist uhhhh Ashkan and Nails Jumpscare

[ratgingi]

someone with an icon for a thing i like that im kind of keeping to myself liked a post of mine and i got very jumpscared

[velomono]

You are the art you eat.

[marcusrobertobaq]

I wonder what was going on in this agent's mind after an ANDROID, the one that was investigating stuff with DPD, supposedly NOT DEVIANT - not allowed to carry guns or even use one - just took his pistol (while he was on his back) without he seeing anything and just blasted the shit outta an armed rogue android that would cause a total MASSACRE, all this in less than 3 secs.

Really curious about his report.

(look at the guard on his side, wtf xD bro doesn't even move)

[officialfoxsquadron]

I made a giant post timelining the breakdown of general relations between the coruscanti and the jedi. but i also want to say that just generally their cultures tended to clash. not always in a bad way! but the coruscanti were/are Extemely Horny and Extremely Violent and the Jedi weren't always into that. like can you imagine being a member of the Peace, Good Feelings and No Attatchment religion attending the latest Coruscanti production of "Tastefully Reenacting Ancient Blood Sex Magick pt 2347"? You'd lose your fucking mind

[hauntingblue]

*seeing 80 warships coming to destroy a whole nation*: you gotta be kidding me....

[fateisfiction]

Okay, ok, I write little original fiction/no character mentioned, reader-insert blurbs too. I swear I saw a prompt on my dash that inspired this yesterday, but now I can't find it. If I do, I'll link it (or if you know what I'm talking about, please drop a link for me).

Angsty with a bit of fluff. You broke up 6 months ago but he keeps finding reasons to drop by.

~2100 words

You broke up six months ago, but every week, like clockwork, he stops by your apartment on date night. First it was his phone charger. He spent at least an hour going through your bedroom trying to find it, but in the end, he came up empty handed.

He apologized and offered to order takeout for bothering you. When it arrives, you're both sitting on the couch engrossed in whatever was on TV. You don't even look at him when he hands you your usual, chopsticks already in the container for you to eat and settles back down on the far side of the couch.

When he's done, he leans in to give you a kiss on the forehead before heading for the door and letting himself out. You don't think anything of it at first. Just old habits.

Then he comes back the following week looking for his watch. He needs it for some work event. Normally he would have asked you to be his date, but you broke up. He's a little heartbroken when you don't even ask who he's going with. He's going alone, of course, but he expected you to at least ask.

Another week passes and he's at your door again. This time he brought you dinner from your favorite restaurant. "Habits," he insists. You really don't mind. He watches you sit down on the couch to eat, all wrapped up in a blanket. Now that he thinks about it, it's kind of cold in here, isn't it? He checks the thermostat and it's definitely colder than it should be.

"Heat broken or something?"

"Yeah. Called the landlord yesterday and he hasn't fixed it yet."

"I'll stop by tomorrow morning with my tools."

As promised, there he is, bright and early with a bag of tools over his shoulder and a couple of hot coffees and pastries from the cafe on the corner that you used to beg him to take you to. He takes a look and a few hours later, your heat's back on. Only he forgot to grab the hoodie he left you with the night before to keep you warm.

This time you have to reach out to him. He just fixed your heat, didn't he? You're standing in front of his apartment door, deciding whether to knock or just leave his hoodie and head home. Before you decide, he opens the door. His shock quickly turns into a smile and he invites you in, even though he's clearly heading out. He tells you to make yourself at home, taking off his jacket and making you a cup of tea.

"Heat still works?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Let me know if it happens again. You still have my number, right?"

He teases you, leading you over to the couch where the two of you have spent many nights entwined in one another's warm embrace. Talking about your plans for the future; dreams a little house of your own someday, publishing your first book, and then your second, getting a dog or a couple of cats. The memories come flowing back and you can't do this. It hurts too much. He's not entirely surprised when you run for the door, just a little sad. He cancels his plans and ends up staying in that night, holding his hoodie, the hoodie that now smells like you.

He figures you need a little time after that, so he doesn't stop by the following week. Instead he sends you a text to check outside your door, and you find a little box of cupcakes. You look for him, but he's nowhere to be found. You almost miss his weekly visits, but then you remember you broke up. It's over. That this isn't normal for him. This only started after you broke up with him. You start stewing, left alone with your thoughts. Do you really miss him? Or do you just like how he's treating you now?

The next week when he stops by for a forgotten baseball glove, he catches you on your way out the door. He has to stop himself from staring. Where are you going? A date? You look nice, all dolled up in that little black dress and kitten heels he couldn't wait to get you out of that time you wore it to your friend's engagement party. You leave him there without a second glance, telling him to lock up when he's done getting whatever it is.

When you return a few hours later, more than a little tipsy, with a guy from the bar, he's waiting there for you. The guy's hands are all over you, inching your dress up as the two of you barely manage to make it in the door. The guy you took home is confused, slurring out a “Who the fuck is he?”

“Her boyfriend.”

“Shit, dollface. Thought you said you were single.”

“I am. He’s my ex.”

You give your ex a pointed look, eager to get back to what you were doing. He’s having none of it though. He kicks the guy out helping you get undressed, showered and ready for bed.

“Damn it, babe. You should know better than to take trash like that home with you.”

“I'm not your ‘babe’ anymore,” you mumble, beginning to doze off.

He spends the night. You wake up the next morning in his arms, both fully clothed with a small bit of drool on his chest where you were resting. It doesn't dawn on you until a few minutes later that this isn't the man you took home, but instead your ex and you promptly wake him up and kick him out.

“Yeah, yeah. I'm going.”

He’s at your door once again the following week looking for something yet again, this time carrying an oversized duffel.

“What's that for?”

“Camping.”

He's still hurt from you rushing him out the week before. You didn't even let him make breakfast.

“With who?”

He pauses. Are you jealous?

“Friends.”

You watch him this time. For having broken up with him a couple of months ago now, he sure did seem to leave a lot of stuff behind. He asks you to check the closet by the door while he sneakily scatters a few more reasons to come back around your room.

The next week when he comes by, you’ve already ordered pizza. Interrupted from the movie just starting, you joke that he probably should have just kept his key since he spends so much time here. There's a bit of a bite in your words, because he knows you don't mean it.

He takes his place on the couch, chatting with you through the movie as the two of you eat.

By the time the credits roll, you're asleep, curled up beside him. He contemplates carrying you to your bedroom, but decides against it. It didn't go over well the last time he spent the night, and he knew that if he sets for in your room, he’s not going to be able to leave. He misses waking up beside you, and his insomnia has been acting up lately. Sleeping next to you was the only cure he ever found for it.

You open your eyes as the door clicks shut and you realize that maybe you do miss him.

The next week, you expect him again, but he doesn't show. You have half a mind to text him to see where he is, and you have to remind yourself that he's not your boyfriend anymore. Scrolling through social media to keep your mind off of him, you see a mutual friend posting pics of a night out and you see your ex there with him.

Your ex is in the background, drink in hand and that flirty smile on his face that convinced you to go home with him that first night. Three photos later, you find that same smile directed at a girl and you have to put your phone down. This was not how you saw tonight going. Cold takeout on the table, you end up throwing out his usual order. You can't believe you were actually considering giving him another chance.

He pops by the next morning with coffee and pastries and you don't even answer the door.

“Go away.”

“Was just bringing you coffee. What's wrong, hun? That time of the month?”

You could kill him. Stomping away to your bedroom, you slam the door behind you. He knows he fucked up. Forehead pressed to the door of your apartment in resignation, he leaves the coffee for you and sends a text in apology.

Coffee’s outside. Let me know if you need anything else.

God he was infuriating sometimes.

There's flowers and chocolates on your doorstep the next day. He didn't even knock. Just a text.

Got u smthn.

The next week he brings you dinner again. A new place you had told your friend you wanted to try. You couldn't be sure she didn't tell him, but he did get your order right at least. And he brought wine.

This time he asks if you want him to stay and you reluctantly let him in the door. He picks the movie while you grab glasses and silverware.

By the time you finish, the movie is still going strong, not even halfway through. You're well into your second bottle of wine and he's joking around. He always gets a little touchy when he's tipsy.

You stop him when his hand rests a little too comfortably on your thigh.

“Did you take her home?”

He has no clue what you're talking about.

“Last week. The girl at the bar giving you ‘fuck me’ eyes.”

He visibly pales. Of course he didn't take her home. He spent most of the night trying to turn her down. But how did you know?

“What, were you there or something?”

He chuckles uncomfortably, trying to pass it off as a joke. Wrong choice. You're clearly upset.

“What, so when I bring someone home it's a problem, but it's totally fine when you do? For fucks sake, we broke up.”

“Woah, there. What are you-”

“I brought a guy home and you were here waiting to scare him off when I got home!”

You're yelling. He’s trying to calm you down but you're not having any of it. You're on some rant about having needs of your own, and he’s such a hypocrite, and maybe he should just and he stops you with a kiss.

“Of course I didn't bring anyone home. I spent half the night turning her down and the other half wrangling our drunk friends. Just ask, I was the designated driver.”

“But you were drinking in the photos!”

“Virgin daiquiri. You're the one who made me try them, remember?”

You're far from calm, but at least you're not kicking him out. And now he knows why you were so upset the week before.

“You should go.”

And he does, but not before making sure everything is okay between the two of you.

The pattern continues, week after week. He stops by with an excuse, takeout is ordered, movie is watched, he leaves. It’s been six months and you feel, for the first time in your entire relationship, that you’re actually dating. The only problem is that this is your ex.

Ever since the incident where you tried bringing someone home from the bar and he waited to scare him off make sure you got home safe, you haven’t been tempted to seek out a companion for the evening. And ever since you called him a hypocrite, he’s started enforcing his own little policy of only going out with friends if you’re going to be there. Maybe there were a few murmurings within your friend group about how neither of you were ever going to move on if things continued. Maybe neither of you really cared.

And all that led to tonight.

Dinner still in the bag, cold on the counter. You under him. Chests heaving.

He sits up, pulling you forward to fall into his chest, holding you close as you catch your breath.

“So.” You draw out the word, letting it hang in the room before finishing your thought. “What was it this time?”

His brow furrows. “What are you talking about?”

“Your excuse. Every week it’s something new. What did you forget this time?”

You feel more than see the soft smile spreading across his face. He leans back into the couch, arms holding you a little closer to him. “You.”

[waytoobsessed]

Pt2 with silly goofy ocs

[ajdrawshq]

some of the stat requirement things in p5 are so funny for no reason.. boost ur ✨Proficiency✨ to dodge whatever shit the teacher throws at ur face mid class because fuck u

[tewwor]

open — mutuals only — the unnamed's first interaction with food since she's fused with the void

She's far more expressive than the guardian by far. One bite from the offered food and her eyebrows nearly shoot past her hairline. Her sense of taste hasn't dissolved fully, it seems. The burst of flavor's nearly enough to have her forget any opposition with using her voice, but she remembers at the very last second. Chooses to give a vigorous nod of immense approval instead.

[aquilamage]

current transcript site thoughts

-don’t think I’m gonna have much patience for formatting, so it’ll probably be extremely plain

-and by that I mean every page gets the basic top navigational bar to get to the pages of the big organizational categories (geographical, character, quests, everything, misc). maybe something else if I’m feeling fancy

-probably gonna steal the wiki’s idea for organizing quests (in order of when you first get them) and characters (geographically, although I might do something separate for ones that move around a lot)