#cumulonumb

[bonesandthebees]

Trick or treat!! 😁 (I'm a huge fan of your writing btw! amazing work as always :) )

awww thank you so much that makes me so happy to hear!!

[The camera is set down on a table, leaving only Wilbur and the teenage boy’s torsos in view. Wilbur is wearing an ashy brown trench coat that falls to his calves, while the teenage boy is wearing a short-sleeved red t-shirt. They’re standing in front of a large window that showcases the city skyline behind it.] “You see the little red light there?” Wilbur says, pointing at something near the camera lens. “That means it’s recording.”   [The teenage boy scoffs and folds his arms over his chest.] “I don’t get why we need new cameras anyway. Our old ones worked fine.”  [Wilbur turns and grabs the camera again, pointing it directly at the boy’s face.] “Because we’ve been granted access that no filmmakers have been given before, Tommy,” Wilbur says, turning the camera so it’s facing the window. “In a few minutes, we’re going to meet the city’s top Heroes. This kind of inside view is practically unheard of. We have to be at the top of our game.” [Tommy raises a single eyebrow at the camera.] “If they’ve never given anyone this kind of access before, how the hell did we swing it?”

here's a yet to be written idea i've had for a few months now that I wanna write so badly but can't seem to dig my teeth into. I always say I'm sick of superhero aus and i'm never touching them again but then I come up with a banger concept for one and I'm like shit

[crimeboys]

🌹!

“No, we’re not a new restaurant,” Wilbur says into the phone. Most calls are people asking that same question because of the name, Name Pending, that Wilbur and Niki thought was fucking hilarious six years ago. Now, Wilbur wants to ring their quirky little necks. “The name is just an inside joke. Yes, we’re open. Until 6pm. Because we’re a bakery, sir.”

The bell rings as the door opens. Wilbur doesn’t really need the bell because he can see with 100% clarity when people come in, but he and Niki thought it would add that touch of authenticity. As the customer continues to rant about wanting cookies at 7pm, a grimy-looking man walks in. Well, his skin isn’t grimy but his clothes are. Wilbur wonders how one can conceivably get that many stains on a shirt.

Wilbur hangs up the phone despite the customer still speaking and says, “Welcome in. What can I get for you today?”

“A job,” the man says. “If you’ve got one, I need a job. Badly.” Wilbur can afford to keep this place running maybe two months more.

“Well, I’m sorry but you’d probably have better luck-”

“No!” The man shouts, and Wilbur straightens up a bit in his shock. “No, no, no because that's what the lady at the supermarket said.”

“You got rejected by the lady at the supermarket?” They’ve got terrible turnover there. And thieves. This guy’s resume must be shit.

“Yeah, then I went to the bookstore, then the arcade, then the fucking thrift. All of them said, you’ll have better luck down the street!”

“Well,” Wilbur says with a shrug. “London.”

“Oh, fuck London.” Wilbur agrees. “Look, I really just- I just need a job, alright?”

“Yes, but I haven’t got one to give you.”

“Why not?”

“Well, I just prefer to work alone.” A lie. Wilbur misses the loud mornings of baking and music, crooning and dancing with Niki as they laughed, Wilbur always stealing at least one cookie per batch. Mornings with himself are loud in the bad way.

“Okay. I prefer having a job, personally.” The man slaps a paper on the counter. Wilbur bends over to skim it. Oh, nevermind, there are hardly 20 words. It would be hard to skim any more than that.

RESUME:

Name: Tommy Innit Prior Job: ONLY Man Ever Expected Pay: 200 dollars per hour

“Right,” Wilbur says. He folds his hands on the counter. “I’m not giving you 200 dollars an hour.”

“We can negotiate. 199.99 isn’t terrible.”

“You ever heard of minimum wage?”

“Ever heard of knowing your worth?” Wilbur’s eye twitches.

“What could you even bring to the table? You have any skills? Anything that would amount to earning 200 dollars an hour?” Tommy squints, like this question has never occurred to him.

“Work.”

“But what can you do?”

“Work.”

“If you can’t even answer a simple question-”

“Just tell me what to do, I’ll do it! I don’t care what it is.”

“Have you ever baked? Have you ever cleaned?” 

“I can figure it out!”

“Sorry, was that a no on the cleaning thing?” Looking at Tommy’s clothes, Wilbur would wager so.

“Just give me a chance!” Wilbur is not at the fucking place he can just give people chances right now. He’s going out of business, he just got dumped by Dream for the upteenth fucking time, and his little brother had the audacity to offer him money not 24 hours ago. He does not want to garner another fucking loss.

“Why won’t anyone hire you?” Tommy groans.

“Fuck’s it matter?”

“Color me curious.”

“Fuckin’- not a lot of places take ex-cons.” Well, that’s certainly something. That should probably make Wilbur’s choice even easier. But Tommy looks determined, Wilbur might be a little manic right now, and he’s tired of eating burnt fucking cinnamon rolls.

- document titled "relationship scramble"

[zannolin]

Hi zanna! You've been posting a lot about RE7 so I was wondering your thoughts on Eveline? I've always thought her story was really intriguing and fucked up in a tragic sort of way

eveline is so interesting to me because like. okay. what she did to the bakers, to the winterses, the crew of the tanker, and to everyone who ended up in that farmhouse is undeniably incredibly fucked up. she killed and/or traumatized so many people yes.

but also like. she's a kid. i can't stop thinking about how she was just a kid who was made to be a weapon. all she wanted was a family, something they didn't even program into her (thinking about "programming" things into a kid makes me shudder actually) like that was just her base urge as a living being was to have a family. (in many ways the winters duology's core theme is family and love and how far you're willing to go in what ways for your family, and i think that's so so interesting to see the differences between ethan and the villains he faces who are also fighting for family in their own deeply fucked up ways). like. she did horrible things but she was literally made to be a weapon and never taught how or allowed to be a kid. arguably she might not even have known right vs wrong—how could she when she was manufactured to kill? like. her whole purpose was to invade, infect, control, and kill. that's what she did in dulvey in a lot of ways. what she was made to do.

it's interesting bc like damn girl that's fucked up but also is it her fault if she was made like that? can you really hate her? did she have control over it? what was it like to be eveline? what would it be like if she were given a chance to be human you know?

she's really quite tragic despite the atrocities and i think about it a lot. re7 did not do the greatest job of writing her. shadows of rose did a little better but not by much. would definitely be interested in reading character studies or fixits involving her though i think i've combed through a good deal of the ones that exist (they're usually village fixits funnily enough). she's a very interesting fucked-up conundrum of a character tbh.

[transphilza]

HELLO cia lesbianwilbur, fellow tumblr user, what is your favorite part of CMWYL!!!

HIHI my favorite part is DEFINITELY the end of the bridge — the way the calm deadpan “i’m not paranoid, i’m a realist” is sandwiched between 2 super intense yelling lines is sooooo fucking cool and the way it kicks into the biggest chorus of the song right afterward. AGGGHHHGG

[cupcraft]

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[technolilly]

@cumulonumb

having a mutual who’s a good artist literally feels like beyonce saw me at a supermarket and decided to make me her best friend

[bonesandthebees]

Hope you're doing alright bee 💕 I appreciate all the lovely fics you've written over the years and I know whatever you choose to do your writing will still be as awesome as ever

thank you nimbus <333 this is so sweet. I hope you're doing alright too

[zannolin]

for the ask game: personal!

personal: is there anything that you always try to add to your writing? like a message or moral? anything that you like to read, so you write it yourself?

erm. a lot of my fic tends to lean towards the autobiographical. the fey au was very much about my experiences as a burnt-out mentally ill college student, in a lot of ways. left of the dial is cosmic/eldritch horror sure but it's also about growing up poor. planetarium stickers and holding on where i am able are so so so much about friendship breakups. the polar express au? that's religious projection baybee. i would say it's more "this is what i wish i could read" instead of "this is what i like to read" bc a lot of what i want to read is not often featured in fic or in books. again: friendship breakups. or the religious trauma. i am forever chasing the high of reading maggie stiefvater's all the crooked saints at midnight on a church retreat tbh.

i don't know about a moral. i'm bad about morals. i grew up evangelical christian and i've grown to dislike when media is considered strictly moral. i know that you can't separate fiction from the world it is created in, and that you should think critically about media, and everything is inherently political in some way etc etc but i've seen so many christian movies growing up that put evangelizing and moralizing above telling a good story that i just struggle with it. i worry i kind of don't commit in my writing sometimes actually. it's all about my ambiguous endings and fixits and general bullshit. but a lot of it is just like, hope. hope that things will get better. that you can keep going. there is a reason i have written so many fics about characters who have been suicidal at one point and i can tell you, it's not because i love angst! <- that's about as personal as i'm gonna get i think. but yeah i just really love to read a good hurt/comfort fic where a character who struggles with self-hatred or other issues allows themself to be loved despite their flaws you know. or a fixit where my favorite character who dies DOESN'T die and gets to be happy and heal with the people they love. this says Nothing about me as a person. (and you wonder why i'm now a winters family fan...gee zanna i Wonder what could have attracted you to these characters.)

other than that i generally like my star metaphors or my jigsaw puzzles, as veteran readers of mine know. they will be carrying forward into resident evil fic, fear not. the star brand isn't going anywhere.

ask game.

[bonesandthebees]

57 for Spotify? 👀

57. my hands - loupe

ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS OF THE YEAR!!! the reason it didn't make its way onto my top songs was bc I only discovered loupe in late september after I saw them open for lovejoy in glasgow but they've quickly become one of my fav bands and this is my favorite song of theirs. it was actually this song I saw them perform live that made me go to their spotify and start saving their music. it's SO pretty and idk it hits just right for me please listen to it it's so good

[zannolin]

Hi zanna! Happy holidays :) 📝 for the ask game?

happy holidays!!

📝 a line or paragraph i’m really happy with

oh BOY there's a lot of things i really loved that i wrote this year. i think i've mentioned lines from the fey au, planetarium stickers, and somewhere in my memory already in a previous ask game so i'll pull out something new for this! i am deeply fond of this paragraph i wrote for holding on where i am able:

Wilbur was always good at that—at making things seem less big, less momentous than they really were. If you let him have his way, he could convince you that jumping your bike from a high enough ramp could get you to the moon. (It did not actually get Techno to the moon. What it got him was a wrecked bike and torn-up knees that bled all over Wilbur’s windbreaker that they used as a makeshift bandage, but for one single moment at the peak of his arc, with the moon hanging full and low overhead, low enough to take a bite out of like a ripe apple, a ten-year-old Techno had actually believed it might work.)

it really captured the vibe i was going for with techno and wilbur's dynamic, i think.

ask game.

[boiled-onionrings]

omg!! I'm glad you found cumulonumb their work is amazing. you have taste 💅

Their work is definitely amazing! I just happened upon it and my gosh, am I happy I did. The way they write is *chef's kiss*. The characterization! It makes me want to sob, its heartwrenching (and I mean that as the utmost compliment). I'm not good at describing shit, but they're definitely one of my new favourite writers!!!

[technolilly]

@cumulonumb

I died but I came back exactly the same. You though, I came back and you were wrong. Did the fact of my dying really damage you that much? Was bringing me back worth what it cost you? Would it have been better to just leave me?

[zannolin]

you remind me of the night sky but with a very specific level of light pollution. like it's not SUPER bad but the entire universe isn't visible. the beauty is very much there and there's enough of it to stare at for hours but the extent of the marvel of your mind is hidden in WIPs does this make sense

HELP this is the nicest way anyone has ever roasted me i'm in fits tripping over myself and thousands of wip docs spill out of my pockets etc etc

ask game.

[struggling-with-time]

did you ever end up making that simpbur fic based on my post. if so I would like to see

I'm going to be honest, I have no clue what you're talking about I have a memory span shorter than a gold fish sadly

But I'm happy to see your post again and write the fic!

Like please send the post I'm in big simpbur mood

[technolilly]

@cumulonumb

I love the "came back wrong" trope but from the opposite side.

Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.

just. lots of fun in that concept, you know?

[technolilly]

hello devoted follower technolilly who i also see in a lot of different places hope you're well

HELLOO???? Did THE Cumulonumb send me an ask?????? YOOOOO! I hope you're doing well too!!! =D