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cc-writes-stuff · 5 days ago
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for the 'what will ur character do' ask for silas & theo: #9 & #17 ✨
Sorry this is only 17 but i don’t really have any ideas off the top of my head for how they would betray each other 😅 hope you enjoy this nonetheless!
17: if their partner-to-be? enemy? pulls them into a secluded and shushes them? (their bodies pressing and all that!!)
Silas didn’t know if Theodore was even daring to breathe.
He was, if only because Silas could feel the movement of his chest under his hand, the small, but it sure didn’t seem like it.
The Paladins were still shouting at each other to find them, voices carrying over the empty, ruined town. Could see the shadows moving from the gaps in the wood flooring. Silas still had his knife in a vice grip, ready to be thrust towards the first plated chest he saw.
If anyone stepped on their hiding place, they’d be doomed.
Idly, he wondered if the Paladins took his spear. They probably did. It’d be a bitch to get back, but most convenient hiding places don’t support a five-foot tall weapon made of metal and wood. He had to ditch it to ensure their safety.
More voices. Theodore, somehow, gets even more tense under his hands.
“Relax,” Silas dares to whisper, eyes glancing towards the floorboards above them. “They won’t find us.”
Theodore’s heart was hammering in their chest, under his palm. It was a sensation Silas was used to, the feeling of the beating organ before it slowly came to a stop, and it was almost comforting in the familiarity thereof.
The other man doesn’t say anything, but he shifts, just barely, scooting back a little. Through the gaps of light coming in from the floorboard, he can see Theodore’s lips turning into a scowl. A muscle cramps in Silas right hand, the one taking his upper body weight and keeping him from collapsing entirely onto Theodore.
Silence, still. Theodore seems uninclined to talk and given the situation, Silas refrains as well. Only their—well, mostly Silas’—breaths can be heard in the tiny little cubbyhole probably designed as some sort of drug stash centuries ago. If there was anything in there, it was looted a while back.
Shadows pass over the light. Theodore, who had started to relax as the minutes ticked on, goes rigid again. Silas is close enough to feel the tension in his legs, the halting of his breathing, the way Theodore seems to coil into themselves.
Silas can hear his own heart, pounding in his ears. He’s been in situations similar to this before—hiding from mobs of people who knew of his faith, hiding from the lawlayers and militias after another sacrifice or several, hiding from the Paladins that cut his time short in any place he stayed in—but this was different. He had never done this with someone else before and Theodore’s naiveté regarding what to do when pinned made it dangerous.
Once again, Silas finds himself wondering what it was like for Theodore, growing up the way the did. In a community where he was accepted, even revered, instead of shunned, for his faith. Where the community would protect him, where he didn’t have to worry about meeting his end at the business end of a blade.
The shadows pass, and the light filters through the crack’s again. Theodore is biting his lip, lower one wedged under his upper teeth, chewing nervously. His chest still barely moves. Silas’ neck cramps.
Slowly, the voices fade. Theodore relaxes more and more and sinks further down between Silas’ legs.
Finally, after what must be an hour, Theodore asks, “Is it safe to go?”
Truthfully, Silas thinks, it was safe a good bit ago, once the voices cleared. He tells himself he waited longer, just in case there were any lingerers waiting to see if they got tired and exposed themselves.
“I think so,” he says instead. Letting go of the knife, Silas reaches up as far back as he can go, fingers pressed against the fake floor panel. With a grunt, he heaves upwards, using the extra height Theodore’s chest offers to push it open.
Beneath him, Theodore wheezes.
The false floor clatters away, and Silas stands up, back popping. He gives a quick glance around the room, and when he deems it safe, he steps out.
“Come on, let’s get going,” he sayd, turning around to offer a hand to Theodore.
Cold, thin fingers wrap around his own, and for a moment, Silas allows himself to revel in this simple fact of life. Then he tightens his grip and steps back, helping pull Theodore out of the floorboards.
“Thanks,” the prophet says, once they steady themself on the floor. His face is bright red, and he starts rubbing his arm. “For the save, I mean. I— do not think I would have fared well in that situation.”
“Hey, it’s no problem,” Silas says, shooting a smile at Theodore, before he steps back down into the cubbyhole to grab his knife. “Us Zakelians have to stick together.”
Sunlight streaming through the fire-burnt buildings lights Theodore’s face up in a golden glow. For a moment, he wonders how their people could ever doubt that Theodore was a chosen one.
“Right.”
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trekkerac · 2 months ago
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I see you are taking questions so two things. First, I love the frankenghost au! It’s 25% sad and 75% comedy and i love it. Two, since bill and stan can communicate with one another, is Bill actually able to do anything to stanley since he’s still sorta-trapped in the mindscape or can he only annoy the shit outta stanley ‘cause stanley’s a ghost?
Thanks! Yeah he can't actually do anything to Stanley, other than annoy or antagonise him. The only reason he hangs around him is to watch Ford. I would proabably guess he hasn't possessed his corpse is because he would still need a deal with his ghost since he's newly dead and still lingering around. So yeah. On about equal grounds here.
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findafight · 2 years ago
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Okay I kept thinking about this post and Steve being a BNF of Corroded Coffin message board of the internet of yore.
Alright so way back in the nineties Suzie hooks everyone up with the internet, yes? Yes. Eddie and Steve got together in '92 after some mutual pining and a few disastrous relationships that couldn't handle 1) Steve and Robin's general QPR clinginess 2) Eddie's intensity 3) the secrecy required if having multiple years of monster fighting and subsequent NDAs and the trauma associated therein. They're older and more settled and ready for an Adult Relationship.
Corroded Coffin is gaining traction and doing really well and the internet is still a brave new frontier, so Steve says to Eddie something like "I'm going to see if there's some message boards about you 🥰" and find them he sure does. So he makes accounts and posts under the username EddiesOnlyGroupie because he's hilarious and also the mods banned him from using EddieMunsonsHusband (he figured it was fine on the internet because nobody actually knew who he was but APPARENTLY NOT homophobia lives on in the digital age). He gets pretty well known in the Corroded Coffin fandom, most assuming he's a woman because he will go off on how hot Eddie looked at a gig. Like. Saying unhinged internet shit because 1) true and 2) he and Eddie think it's so funny. Everyone kinda believes the groupie thing too because of all the performance pics he's able to post and how he'll sometimes offer tidbits if knowledge about the band.
When they transition from chatrooms to livejournal etc he follows, with the same username. He's kind of a legend by the mid aughts. EOG is the acronym people use when discussing theories on his identity, and he's like "guys I'm literally his only groupie it's self explanatory. Guys why don't you believe me Eddie hasn't slept with anyone but me since 1992. We're basically married". He goes "it's not a mystery we literally are in love and Jeff and I go to Cubs games and cry when they inevitably lose together. Gareth is Godfather to my cats" (Eddie is still offended that he was not named Sassafras and Moonshine's godfather when Steve and Robin adopted them in '89). No one believes him.
Possibly because he still thirsts after Eddie and whenever someone posts a new Eddie pic those in the know wait for him to pop up with comments like "I want to bite his neck omg" "he has no ass but nobody is perfect I'll settle between his thighs anyway" and "literally a crime I am not married to him right now what the fuck" As twitter grows he swoops in to grab his handle, and follows a bunch of other CC fan accounts (some of them old friends, some of them new to the scene)(EOG 100% has his own fanlore page, which also has speculation on who he is and how he gets all the bts pics. It also doesn't believe when he says what it says on the tin. He's Eddie's only groupie.)
tumblr and tiktok come round and Steve is like. Openly horny on main. He's seen some shit go down on the internet but he's still commenting on Eddie fan edits that are title shit like "why am I attracted to this middle-aged white man" and "retro cc fancam" with things like "I'd let him lick the inside of my ear and only bring it up to tease him on special occasions" "his FINGERS" "back in '89 Jeff and Howie and Claire staged a mutany over this song because they were 'sick of Eddie only writing about biting bats' lmao" and "Jeff is my favourite member of cc"(just to stir the pot)
Eddie comes out in the 2010's and he's like "yeah I've been in a long term relationship with someone who is usually mostly a man kinda (gender is fucky) for the past twenty years, lol. His name's Steve. I love him a lot even if he mocks me online." and of course EOG comments "the mods of that old message board should have let me keep my original handle of EddieMunsonsHusband. When're you gonna make it reality, Munson? smh" and everyone is like Huh?? EOG is a MAN? And he's like yeah? Sometimes?? Not always?
(He 100% thinks this is him telling people he's Eddie's Steve. They don't get the message)
Anyways life goes on Steve continues to thirst under pictures of Eddie, he has his pronouns and name in his bio on twitter (Steve, he/him, she/her, Eddie Munson's first and only groupie 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ ) and continues to post behind the scenes photos that shockingly few people question (she always says "because I'm his groupie" though. He and Eddie think this is VERY funny and also true. Robin groans. They've been making the same joke for two decades.) and people believe it because Eddie has interacted EOG sometimes, liking photos or videos, commenting sometimes. (Steve has a more professional realname account that he rarely uses but Eddie usually tags Steve there)
And THEN Internet user EddiesOnlyGroupie says he's taking a few weeks off for her honeymoon because "I'm finally marrying the man of my dreams!" And people are happy for him but also bummed because Eddie is also taking a two week hiatus but EOG promises wedding and honeymoon photos. (Face reveal! Sorta!)((he doesn't get why people are excited because he's pretty sure he's been in a lot of Eddie's recent pictures, but whatever)
Imagine the Internet's surprise when Eddie Munson posts a collection of pictures spanning '86 to his 2016 wedding of him and Steve, including one of Steve looking seriously at an old desktop computer, captioned "Steve starting his internet career" and tags EOG.
Steve qrt with "I told yall. I'm his only groupie, and they should've let me keep EddieMunsonsHusband even if they WERE homophobic. Because now it's TRUE"
Niche internet community drama chaos ensues.
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droodlebug · 5 months ago
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i'm constantly getting myself worked up about what the qunari in dragon age could be if the writers weren't racist as shit. in a perfect world that we don't live in, the veilguard comes out and it reveals that everything heard about qunari and the qun were wrong and people are just there living their lives and to stop treating their religion, that is inescapably a parody of islam, like it's a form of control. stop treating them like they're inheritly violent or murderous when like. the grey warden kills a bunch of desperate refugees that attack them at the start of the game. not incapcitate, kill. hawke is constantly killing people like All the Time. it is a joke between the da2 characters in the game. but when the qunari do it it's suddenly wrong? suddenly murder is bad in the context of the world?
when the religion of the maker and the elves gets treated with respect and nooo andrastians aren't forcing their religion on anyone they're just making people see the Truth. but when anyone willingly converts to the qun that means they? are bad people now? when the qunari have a spy that's invasive and scary but when you have your own spymaster that tortures people well that's fine it's just what's necessary. when the circles literally take someone's spirit away by making them tranquil that's horrific but it is what it is, but when the qunari restrict their mages in a very similar way, the only difference being that you can See from the outside what it feels like, then it's an even worse unspeakable horror? even when the mages of the qun are giving to that willingly for the percieved safety of others vs nearly every account of tranquility being forced, somehow the qun version of the same thing is still worse???
that is the way the games themselves through story and mechanics frame it and it's shit because the qunari is very obviously based on a real life religion and real life people that are heavily demonized in real life and it is not fair
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oneluckygoose · 2 months ago
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Hello Scarian nation! I need answers and answers quick!
Ok but like actually think on this because they both fit both characters ok goodnight
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ccrites · 10 months ago
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Signal Lost
I've had something happen to me that's so incredible and that I could have never hoped, something so touching and so unbelievable that it made me rethink a whole lot of stuff: a wonderful reader on Ao3 started reading my long-form fic (101k words!!!) and commented basically every chapter after a certain point. And wow, I would have never thought something like this might happen.
And yeah, it is my first fic with plot in it, yeah I will never believe it to be perfect, but it's good enough. And receiving all those emails from Ao3 really was the highlight of my days over the course of which I saw said reader slowly go through all my favorite parts!
And so I wish to give it some spotlight here, while I'm finishing up my school year and work and whatever! I will post this here for now, but I will drop chapters every few days and make a Masterlist for it this weekend. (nvm I don't have the energy to do this any time soon lmao) I have too many loose ideas in my head so this is just to pass the time till the brain worms wiggle all in the same direction
So without further ado:
Link to AO3 here : Signal Lost - a John Price x reader fic
----- here's a blurb to pique your interest!
“I don’t think I’ve ever received a document as classified as this one. What am I supposed to do with it, Kate?” he says, dragging his thumb across the pile of papers, each file filled with more ink than the last.
“You asked for proof, there’s your proof,” Laswell says.
“You said you’ll bring someone competent, and who can help us, this doesn’t tell me shit.” He stares blankly at the screen, tired. She stares back.
“The Captain specifically asked to keep this under wraps.”
He rubs at his face, scratching at his beard. It’s getting long again.
“Who is he, anyway?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
He groans again, picking up the file on top. No photo, no name, no age, no height, weight, no nothing . And he thought Simon was secretive.
“What can you tell me?”
“It’s the closest we’ve ever gotten to him. Did things a particular way.”
He shifts through the papers. “And the discharge?”
“Left after the entire team got wiped out. Messy stuff.”
“That why he doesn’t show his face?” He bends forward, grabbing the cigar from the ashtray and bringing it to his lips.
“John.” Her voice carries a heavy warning.
“Just sayin’,” he says, biting around the cigar with one side of the mouth. “What kinda captain doesn’t go down with his men?”
“Got enough guilt as is. You’re lucky I convinced them.”
They both remain silent. They know the missions would be a slippery slope. One wrong move and a war is started. He puffs a cloud of smoke.
“Anything else?” John asks.
Kate looks to the side, her face illuminated by another screen. He can see her hesitate, her lips are pursed in a thin line as if she’s debating her options.
“You’ve worked together before.”
His face lights up. “Finally! Who?”
Her face immediately hardens back up. “Can’t tell, John, my hands are tied.” She sighs. “You were still a Lieutenant.”
Years ago then. He mentally catalogs everyone he’s ever worked with, but he knows that at that age, he was throwing himself at every available mission, wanting to make a name for himself. “So an old fart then? How’s that gonna help us?” If the guy was a Captain when he was still a Lieutenant, and he felt himself grow old, he can’t imagine who Laswell is bringing back from the dead.
Laswell’s face distorts, he knows he’s pushing her buttons, but he has to know.
“Not older than you John.”
His eyebrows raise. “Oh?”
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returning to the military to hunt Makarov is hard enough, to do it with your past lover is even harder. a "friends to lovers to enemies to friends and back to lovers" story
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Tags and other CW: will be posted for each chapter containing warnings for more hardcore stuff (i.e., torture and angst namely), but this is a fanfic, with smut, so if you want all the tags feel free to check the ao3 link bc there are a LOT and I am lazy to retype them all here
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im-out-of-it · 1 month ago
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“Thomas could have anyone”, said Alastair, with a righteously moping air. “He could choose better than me.”
I know I go on and on and on about Alastair pov but I feel like when we hear stuff he says, it’s just not enough. I want to hear his thoughts why he thinks he’s not good enough for Thomas. I don’t care what Cordelia is thinking. I want Alastair thoughts.
“Thomas believes his friends would accept me with open arms; I believe they would sooner abandon him. What a terrible situation that would be for him. I cannot allow it.”- Alastair a few sentences above. I hear the words he says but it’s still unfair to never provide a pov (except for one page) of his thoughts. he has so much adoration and admiration for Thomas that in the previous scene they had, he’s almost making this decision for Thomas. but I don’t think Alastair realizes who Thomas’s friends really are. it’s all blocked by their bad history and that’s why I’ll always be mad about never getting his bloody thoughts
Alastair is one of the most complex fascinating characters in TLH. he has so much trauma with Elias, how he’s protected Cordelia all his life and hides a huge part of who he is. Alastair has had one relationship and that was with Charles. but I still want his thoughts and feelings of why he assumes Thomas’s friends would abandon Thomas if they knew he was with Alastair romantically. is it their bad feud? is he so stuck on who matthew and James were in school? is it because he thinks so badly of himself? why he thinks he’s not good enough. where those emotions stem from- his childhood, having to hide with Charles, and never feeling good enough for Charles or anyone. he lost his father at a young age and lets admit, Elias was dead to him years before he died. there is a bunch of racist shit and behavior happening to him at school and he later gets labeled as a bully because he decided not to be bullied.
and does anyone find it upsetting that whenever we finally get into the thomastair stuff, it lasts a page if that and then it goes back to James and Cordelia? I JUST WANT ALASTAIR AND THOMAS’S FUCKING THOUGHTS OKAY? we just missed out on so much. the dinner scene, hardly any scenes with sona, just everything Alastair goes through with his childhood and Thomas.
I’m not okay with whenever thomastair has a scene, it’s almost always ruined with some Cordelia and James nonsense. or when CC writes an lgbtq+ couple and a straight person who has no business being the pov is the pov. it’s seriously so inconsiderate that we didn’t get more thomastair and Alastair pov. but at least it was written better than book Malec. I JUST WANT MORE THOMASTAIR
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passwordispassword · 18 days ago
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Fanfic 1: Captain Boomerang x Reader
while I feel like I could just post the original version with Jaime and Boomer I’m just going to change it to something other people can actually read. X reader version first, then I’ll add a cut and insert the original
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How Many Have You Kissed?
You look out into the dust filled sunset, the darkness of the night following closely behind that beautiful bright light. The bottle meets your lips once more, smooth liquor flowing down your throat as you get lost in thought for a moment. That is, until Boomer speaks up. You two had split off from the group for the night, feeling like a well deserved break was in order. You both sit on the roof of one of Metropolis’ many now abandoned buildings. You gaze off into the horizon, legs hanging over the edge as you sit there, teammate not even five feet away.
Boomer looks over to you, green eyes sweeping over your form. He liked that relaxed, neutral look on your face. It made his nervous stomach calm down, just a bit. He clears his throat, eyes moving ahead to the sunset so he’s not caught staring.
“...Y’know, mate? I told you I kissed a thousand women. But…that was kinda a lie.” He says, eyes falling down to the nearly empty bottle in his hand. Your eyes are drawn over, and you looks at him. A faint smile present on your face.
“..I know.”
“--I’ve only kissed two, ‘r three,” he admits, though fairly embarrassed. His worked hands toy with the bottle a bit before he looks up at the other, your gazes meeting. “How many men have you kissed, then?” He asks, voice softer than normal. You chuckle, looking away in an almost bashful manner. Seems you’re hesitant to admit your answer.
“Very few…”
“--But you offered me one. How come?” you gaze back at him, deep eyes softened a bit as one more laugh slips out of. You can’t help but giggle at yourself a bit, the alcohol bringing a bit of drunken cheer.
“It’s stupid…” You begin, taking in a breath and sighing. “I just…wanted to kiss you.” Boomer’s eyes widened, a light blush spreading over his freckled face. A soft silence falls over the pair for a moment, the Australian’s grip nervously tightening on his bottle.
“...Would you…wanna kiss me now..?” He asks, tone tender and cautious. You look back and see those beautiful, wide eyes of Boomer’s. God, you loved the way his eyelashes caught the golden sunlight, how the amber and teal mixed together in those irises of his. Your mouth falls open for a moment, though you’re unable to speak.
Eventually you nod, scooting closer to him.
“...I think I would.”
Jaime looks out into the dust filled sunset, the darkness of the night following closely behind that beautiful bright light. The bottle meets his lips once more, smooth liquor flowing down his throat as he gets lost in thought for a moment. That is, until Boomer speaks up. The pair had split off from the group for the night, feeling like a well deserved break was in order. They sit on the roof of one of Metropolis’ many now abandoned buildings. Jaime gazes off into the horizon, legs hanging over the edge as he sits there, teammate not even five feet away.
Boomer looks over to the other man, green eyes sweeping over his form. He liked that relaxed, neutral look on Jaime’s face. It made his nervous stomach calm down, just a bit. He clears his throat, eyes moving ahead to the sunset so he’s not caught staring.
“...Y’know, mate? I told you I kissed a thousand women. But…that was kinda a lie.” He says, eyes falling down to the nearly empty bottle in his hand. Jaime’s eyes are drawn over, and he looks at him. A faint smile on his face.
“..I know.”
“--I’ve only kissed two, ‘r three,” he admits, though fairly embarrassed. His worked hands toy with the bottle a bit before he looks up at the other, their gazes meeting. “How many men have you kissed, then?” He asks, voice softer than normal. Jaime chuckles, looking away in an almost bashful manner. He seems hesitant to admit his answer.
“Very few…”
“--But you offered me one. How come?” The darker haired man looks back at him, deep eyes softened a bit as one more laugh slips out of him. He can’t help but giggle at himself a bit, the alcohol making him cheerier.
“It’s stupid…” He begins, taking in a breath and sighing. “I just…wanted to kiss you.” Boomer’s eyes widened, a light blush spreading over his freckled face. A soft silence falls over the pair for a moment, the Australian’s grip nervously tightening on his bottle.
“...Would you…wanna kiss me now..?” He asks, tone tender and cautious. Jaime looks back and sees those beautiful, wide eyes of Boomer’s. He loved the way his eyelashes caught the golden sunlight, how the amber and teal mixed together in those irises of his. His mouth falls open for a moment, though he’s unable to speak.
Eventually he nods, scooting closer to him.
“...I think I would.”
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anarchy-and-piglins · 9 months ago
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Did you ever read the fanfic Technoblade wrote on the Hypixel forums?
I did, though it was a while ago. Good stuff -catnod-
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cremeriie · 2 months ago
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do you like my oc x canon ship? (no.) do you want to read fics about them in varying levels of quality? (also no.)
THEN BOY DO I HAVE THE THING FOR YOU!
it's a series. :) sniles at you. martian loves come get your food.
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cc-writes-stuff · 11 days ago
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WIP Folder Game
@sometimeswritingsometimesdying tagged me for this tag game, danke! ^^
Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. tag as many people as you have wips. people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!
Uhh i don't actively have wip folder for... anything really so I made one for this, these are the wip and wip-related documents in there as follows
AFHG Character Sheets Revamped
AFHG Draft 1.01
afhg future revisions
away from hallowed ground
Character Sheets for The Vibes
FUCK i gotta do worldbuilding
New Fic Deleted Scenes Dump
The Vibes are Killing me Bro
That's eight things, so i'm gonna tag the following 8 people!: @seastarblue @daisywords @winterandwords @ryns-ramblings @aurumni-writes @tracle0 @karolinarodrigueswrites and @magic-is-something-we-create, as well as an open tag for anyone who's interested!
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crumbleclub · 2 years ago
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hmm.
the afton kids having complicated methods of hiding information or contraband from william.
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prismaticpichu · 2 years ago
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An arachnophobic Zack watching in awe as Sephiroth, instead of squashing the spider he discovered in his apartment, gingerly releases it on the windowsill.
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“Wow, bud…” Zack sounds almost sheepish. “I didn’t know you liked spiders.”
Sephiroth shrugs, a certain thoughtfulness in his eyes as he tosses the paper towel out. “They’re…. perfectly fine creatures.” Though he is admittedly fascinated by their webbing patterns, yes, he can’t deny that there is more motivating him than simply that. More plucking at him, reaching deeper strings.
A pensive, weary look crosses the warrior’s face, his gaze suddenly heavy with stones of the past. Somewhat faraway. Floating.
Zack’s sheepishness is eclipsed by concern. “Seph? You okay, pal?”
He can never hide things from Zack anymore. Not that he wishes to.
Sephiroth again shrugs, lightly huffing. “There’s countless people and monsters that have fallen by my hand. Almost all of them were in the line of duty. Against my control.” He glances at the window, where the spider has already vanished into the velvet night, free and safe and spared.
“I try to do right when that control is mine.”
Zack watches his friend for several beats, letting a swathe of silence stretch between them. And then he gets up, from the couch where he had taken cover, making his way across the room to pull his friend into a warm, proud hug.
He squeezes tight, a gentle smile pressed into the leather collar.
“…And they called you a Demon.”
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nyatbinary-81 · 5 months ago
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i feel like im going insane has anyone else noticed the sheer amount of times faded is associated with the puppet in the logbook. or asked how faded knows cc well enough to ask such specific questions if theyre supposedly a stranger who shares an animatronic with cc. does anyone question why the vengeful spirit is a random kid.
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crystaleevee4 · 4 months ago
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snippy from the soup group + skizz post-hgcz thingy. i... am not sure about some of the topics theming here, given i've never experienced them myself, but i do think it fits the characters, so i'm having those topics anyways. hey, if you notice something that seems a little insensitive in these snippets or when i publish it on ao3, feel free- as a matter of fact please do- shoot me a notice!
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Happy Worldbuilding wednesday! (Well it’s a bit early for me but-) In the spirit of my school being closed down due to weather, what sort of weather is common in any of your world settings? Do some places have weird weather (think moss rain day from stardew)
hi!!! it's been FOREVER since i did wbw but i am so excited to have the energy to do it today!!! thank you for dropping by :D
ok so. the ehlverse doesnt have anything too interesting going on in terms of weather BUT. you know what does??
the lost. because theres eight bajillion gazillion planets (approximately) and already in chapter three we're gonna get to see a place with some fun weather
some Fun Weather Things i have planned to show off, in no particular order:
mineral rain. like not liquid, full on rocks falling from the sky and swirling around in the clouds of a gas giant
instant solid-to-gas phase change for water when the extremely slow-spinning planet's dark side eventually rotates to the lit side (from afar the planet may look tidally locked because their years are a third as long as their days, and those years are um. a bit longer than ours on earth)
honey rain
seismic tornadoes (like. not wind. but a similar sort of wild movement and destruction to tornados just kinda. happening. with the ground on a very seismically active planet)
weather bubbles on asteroids (this one is coming up next chapter)
not necessarily weather but the air on some planets is physically corrosive at a really high speed to some aliens and materials
storms where the clouds are flammable and make Bad Things Happen when lightning strikes
also not necessarily weather but i want to draw a solar flare from up close so. the lost themselves may go through one at some point
and of course theres gonna be meteor showers and things for the Vibes
anyway this is a small peek at things i have been mulling over and the lost is just as much a "feel out where its going instead of planning" kinda story as any other ive written, so!! we'll just have to wait and see where it goes together :D
thank you again for stopping by!! i hope you've had a lovely wbw <3
psst click here if you want to read the lost (its a webcomic)
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