#i guess this could count as a mini wip wednesday

[wraithsoutlaws]

theyre so in love

[chyrstis]

WIP Wednesday (er, Friday)

Tagged by @starsandskies @seedlingsinner and @shallow-gravy, and you’re all awesome for doing so. Thank you!

Tagging @geronimo-11 @sharky-broshaw @amistrio @finefeatheredgamer @weekend-writer @painterofhorizons @ma-sulevin @guileandgall @narcis-the-monk @stvnningstrike @ofravensandgenesis @redroci and @englass !

I’ve been a bit of a mess trying to get back into the groove of writing again after busting my phone and trying to salvage some of my notes, but here’s three snippets to make up for it. And geez, I need more Sharky stuff, stat. John can’t hog all of the action.

First, from the ‘Let’s Trap John’ idea that I really need to get off of the ground, and I wasn’t planning on writing this today, but whoops. Guess this is happening after all...?

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Right above the dirt, dust, and blood, she caught a hint of John’s cologne. Faint, but well in her space, wrapping around her as he held her to him tight.

Hana latched onto it, swaying in place as she considered it. It made her think of a magazine insert, the kind that had the strips of perfume and cologne samples to smell, and that she’d always wrinkled her nose at due to getting too much of a whiff up close.

Not bad, all in all, but likely to come on too strong if the person wearing it decided that a liberal dose was a surefire ticket to a phone number. Not a means of clearing the whole damn bar.

John’s was subtler. The prick could’ve doused himself in it in the morning, and she wouldn’t have been any the wiser for it, but it was borderline pleasant now. Nothing sharp or cloying, and she breathed it in deep as her head lolled a bit. Wanted to get as much air as possible, with him at her back, only to be left with this to focus on instead.

Him. Him, him, him.

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Some more dancing, maybe? Though more of the lead-in to some dancing. :D

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A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He still didn’t look up, and Hana craned her head to watch him dot his fancy Is. “Ah. A dancer, then?”

She laughed. “Depends on the music. Though, usually I’m not that picky as long as it’s got a catchy ring to it, so…maybe I am.”

“Do you like it?”

Her tapping hadn’t stopped, and the longer she listened to it, the more she felt like swaying in tune to it, even from her perch up on his desk.  “It’s a little old for me, but I can appreciate it. Maybe even dance to it.”

John hummed in response, nodding slightly. “Would you like to?”

The tapping stopped. Staring over at him, Hana waited, tuning out the words warbling behind her, and wondered if she’d heard him wrong. He hadn’t stopped writing, however. Kept right on going, still using that annoying script of his to fill out everything.

“You’re kidding right?”

His pen came to a stop mid-loop, and he gave her a curious glance. “Why would I?“

A wry grin had settled onto her face, but it faltered. Then dropped completely when John’s curiosity turned expectant.

“You want to dance with me?”

“You could choose to dance alone if you’d like, but…” He paused, and set the pen aside before turning to face her. “If you wouldn’t mind a partner, then yes. I would.”

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And finally, another snippet that’s turned into a mini WIP from doom itself. Just a bit from a companion fic to I won’t ask for much (but just this once, I’d like you)’s Ch. 5. It’s 6.2K, the chapter in question’s over 7. Please, guys. Stop competing for the word count of the actual chapter, I beg of you.

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“But thanks. For being a pretty cool guy, you know?” John scoffed, and Sharky waved his dismissal off. “Nah, I mean it. It’s been a good night for me. It’s not every time I get to do this with anyone other than my cuz, and I know things sucked earlier, so…I hope you’ve had a good time too.”

John looked at him, at how he was rubbing the back of his neck while almost fidgeting in place on his bed, and softened his approach. “Wasn’t that your goal?”

“Fuck yeah. Could’ve had more if I’d known you were coming, but I’ve had people up here have what I thought was a bomb-ass time, to the point that I’m thinking it’s fucking on until they run out on me, so-”

“So,” John said, cutting in, “you can rest easy tonight, knowing that before this I’d been set on going to bed furious and frustrated. Now? I’m concerned that the only thing I’m going to see once I close my eyes is your dancing.”

“My dancing?” He pointed a finger towards himself. “Aw, come on. You’re shitting me.”

“Your performance has been seared into my memory. Watching you flail around for dear life only to make your way up the path to your front door and collapse through it, well...”  John heaved a heavy sigh. “For better or worse I think the damage might be permanent, and I dread to think what I’ll have to do to forget it.”

[jadeile-writes]

Fanfic Progress Update 78

Hi everyone<3 Time to see what I’ve managed to write this week. Stay tuned to the end of this post for a spoiler-y glimpse into the next chapter of Adventure gone Mini.

Current WIPs:

Adventure gone Mini

Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild / The Minish Cap

Summary: Sidon is given his very own Sheikah Slate, the first replica Purah has managed to make, and sets out to travel with Link with the intention of registering warp points for convenient travel in the future. However, when a malfunction shrinks them down to the size of bugs, and they meet little people called the Minish, they have to change their plans from “fun adventuring” to “getting out of this mess”. Not that those two have to exclude one another. Link/Sidon.

Progress: Chapter 42 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 19th of August. Chapter 43 has been started and is scheduled for 8th of September.

I post a new chapter every three weeks on Wednesdays. These updates always include a sneak-peek for the next chapter, slowly getting longer over the three weeks waiting period.

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Experiment in Romance

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary (temporary): Husk’s afterlife takes an odd turn when a drunk Alastor knocks on his door and has no intention of going to his own room for the night. It only gets weirder from there, leaving Husk with a most unexpected arrangement with the Radio Demon. Either it’ll be the best decision in his afterlife, or he’s simply out to break his own damn heart dealing with the fickle asshole. Radiohusk.

Progress: Chapter 1 is ready. Chapter 2 has been edited more, because I was apparently still unhappy with its pacing when I opened it to write it. The funny thing is that while I did write new stuff, I also removed a bunch of old stuff that was making it drag, and the end result is that the word count is about the same it was when I started. Still progress tho? XD;

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Hah! Our afterlife is the most hilarious bushwa, dearest

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: This is not a stand-alone story! This is a oneshot/drabble collection in the universe as “Shit, the Radio Demon is a part of my afterlife”. Read the main story before bothering with this one.

I decided to give my readers a chance to throw Radiohusk prompts at me, and had the Afterlife-verse as an option to set the stories in. Everyone liked that, so this fic is now a thing. Enjoy the extra mischief from these two dorks!

Progress: Chapter 25 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 21st of August. Chapter 26 is half-written and will be posted on 28th of August. A sneak-peek will be posted the previous Thursday.

I have 12 prompts left.

This fic receives a new chapter every Friday.

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RadioHusk artist/writer collaboration event fic (workname)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: Alastor’s regular morning in the hotel includes mayhem, coffee, favouritism, and hopefully kitty petting. Radiohusk.

Progress: Half-written. To be posted before 31st of August. Hopefully next Tuesday or Wednesday. We’ll see.

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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to someday:

PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)

DC Drabbles (Justice League)

Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)

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That’s it for the WIPs! Here’s the promised sneak-peek into Adventure gone Mini (Note: the text may end up slightly different in the fic itself due to more editing happening before publishing). Enjoy!

Mini

Two days. Link and Sidon had been walking in the swampy, misty, exhausting forest for two days now. The only reason they knew this was because their Sheikah Slates had clocks in them; otherwise they would have had to make guesses based on the frequency of their breaks and meals, because it wasn't like they could see the sun to keep track of time the easy way. And let's just say that their guesses would have been very off if they had based them on those factors, because Link needed to rest his poor feet all the damn time and he was constantly starved from the energy it took him to just walk. This terrain was worse than snow or sand in his opinion, even though he hated walking in the desert and the snowy lands as well.

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That’s it this time. See you next Saturday!

AO3    FFnet    Purple Crayon    Ko-fi     Radiohusk Discord

[jadeile-writes]

Fanfic progress update 80

Hello, I’m not dead! One update got skipped, but let’s do this one. Stay tuned to the end of this post for a spoiler-y glimpse into the next chapter of Adventure gone Mini (tho it isn’t updated this time around).

Time for some unfortunate news.

1. Yes, I skipped last Saturday. Like said last time, I was on a trip without my computer. Turns out you can’t log in on Tumblr on your phone’s browser anymore and I didn’t wanna install the app out of spite. I forgot to do the update on Sunday and Monday at home and then just figured there was no point anymore. Apologies for that, I hope none of you got worried about me ^^;

2. This month is kicking my ass and I know for a fact it’s going to continue for the rest of the month as well (don’t worry, it’s nothing bad, just exhausting). Because of that, I’ll put most fics on hold in order to conserve my time and energy. No Bushwa, no working on Experiment, might even skip my Mini writing hour or at least not have as high expectations as usual for it (as in, write as little or as much as I have the energy for without caring about the word count). There’s one fic I will have to write, and you’ll see the details below. Regardless, nothing else will have posting dates until October rolls in. If something gets written, it’ll be a bonus.

TL;DR: Don’t expect fics this month.

Current WIPs:

Adventure gone Mini

Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild / The Minish Cap

Summary: Sidon is given his very own Sheikah Slate, the first replica Purah has managed to make, and sets out to travel with Link with the intention of registering warp points for convenient travel in the future. However, when a malfunction shrinks them down to the size of bugs, and they meet little people called the Minish, they have to change their plans from “fun adventuring” to “getting out of this mess”. Not that those two have to exclude one another. Link/Sidon.

Progress: Chapter 42 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 19th of August. Chapter 43 is almost but not quite done. No posting date for now, but I will post this on a Wednesday as soon as it’s done.

I post a new chapter every three weeks on Wednesdays, except when I don’t manage to. These updates always include a sneak-peek for the next chapter, slowly getting longer over the three weeks waiting period.

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Experiment in Romance

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary (temporary): Husk’s afterlife takes an odd turn when a drunk Alastor knocks on his door and has no intention of going to his own room for the night. It only gets weirder from there, leaving Husk with a most unexpected arrangement with the Radio Demon. Either it’ll be the best decision in his afterlife, or he’s simply out to break his own damn heart dealing with the fickle asshole. Radiohusk.

Progress: Chapter 1 is ready. Chapter 2 is ¾ths done. On hold for this month.

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Hah! Our afterlife is the most hilarious bushwa, dearest

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: This is not a stand-alone story! This is a oneshot/drabble collection in the universe as “Shit, the Radio Demon is a part of my afterlife”. Read the main story before bothering with this one.

I decided to give my readers a chance to throw Radiohusk prompts at me, and had the Afterlife-verse as an option to set the stories in. Everyone liked that, so this fic is now a thing. Enjoy the extra mischief from these two dorks!

Progress: Chapter 26 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 28th of August. On hold for this month.

I have 12 prompts left.

This fic receives a new chapter every Friday, except for this month.

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Halloween Oneshot (workname)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: Charlie leaves for a family gathering for the Blue Moon night, leaving the hotel under Alastor’s protection. A grave mistake, as the time is ripe for Alastor to put the residents of the hotel to their intended use now that his only obstacle is guaranteed to be out of his way for the night. A scary and gorey fic for 'Darker Oneshots, Halloween Challenge 2020'.

Progress: I need to get this done by 22nd of September, and the tentative posting date is 5th of October (might still change and is assigned to me by someone else, so I’ll just roll with whatever I get).

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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to someday:

PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)

DC Drabbles (Justice League)

Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)

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That’s it for the WIPs! Here’s the promised sneak-peek into Adventure gone Mini (Note: the text may end up slightly different in the fic itself due to more editing happening before publishing). Enjoy!

Mini

Two days.

Link and Sidon had been walking in the swampy, misty, exhausting forest for two days now.

The only reason they knew this was because their Sheikah Slates had clocks in them; otherwise they would have had to make guesses based on the frequency of their breaks and meals, because it wasn’t like they could see the sun to keep track of time the easy way. And let’s just say that their guesses would have been very off if they had based them on those factors, because Link needed to rest his poor feet all the damn time and he was constantly starved because of the amount of energy he expelled just by walking. This terrain was worse than snow or sand in his opinion, even though he hated walking in the desert and the snowy lands as well.

The only positive thing about this place was that Sidon was thriving. The moisture in the air did his gills and scales wonders after about two weeks of mostly traveling on land. He occasionally ran ahead of Link to spend quality time in the bog holes while Link trudged forward in his bog flippers, and then easily caught up with him again after giving him a good long head start as well. Sidon was simply made for this terrain.

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That’s it this time. See you next Saturday!

AO3    FFnet    Purple Crayon    Ko-fi     Radiohusk Discord

[jadeile-writes]

Fanfic Progress Update 79

Good evening, my dear readers. It’s Saturday again, and that means you get to see what I’ve been up to. Stay tuned to the end of this post for a spoiler-y glimpse into the next chapter of Adventure gone Mini AND for the lil Hazbin oneshot thingy.

A brief note first. I’ll be on a lil holiday away from my home on the next weekend, so the progress update will be made on my phone and will probably lack all the italics and bolds and stuff. Sorry for the inconvenience<3

Current WIPs:

Adventure gone Mini

Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild / The Minish Cap

Summary: Sidon is given his very own Sheikah Slate, the first replica Purah has managed to make, and sets out to travel with Link with the intention of registering warp points for convenient travel in the future. However, when a malfunction shrinks them down to the size of bugs, and they meet little people called the Minish, they have to change their plans from “fun adventuring” to “getting out of this mess”. Not that those two have to exclude one another. Link/Sidon.

Progress: Chapter 42 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 19th of August. Chapter 43 is 3/4th done and is scheduled for 9th of September.

I post a new chapter every three weeks on Wednesdays. These updates always include a sneak-peek for the next chapter, slowly getting longer over the three weeks waiting period.

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Experiment in Romance

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary (temporary): Husk’s afterlife takes an odd turn when a drunk Alastor knocks on his door and has no intention of going to his own room for the night. It only gets weirder from there, leaving Husk with a most unexpected arrangement with the Radio Demon. Either it’ll be the best decision in his afterlife, or he’s simply out to break his own damn heart dealing with the fickle asshole. Radiohusk.

Progress: Chapter 1 is ready. Chapter 2 is 3/4ths done, but I didn’t have the time to write more this week.

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Hah! Our afterlife is the most hilarious bushwa, dearest

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: This is not a stand-alone story! This is a oneshot/drabble collection in the universe as “Shit, the Radio Demon is a part of my afterlife”. Read the main story before bothering with this one.

I decided to give my readers a chance to throw Radiohusk prompts at me, and had the Afterlife-verse as an option to set the stories in. Everyone liked that, so this fic is now a thing. Enjoy the extra mischief from these two dorks!

Progress: Chapter 26 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 28th of August. Chapter 27 hasn’t been started yet, but it’s tentatively scheduled for 3rd of September, which is a Thursday because I will not be home on Friday to post it - I don’t want to post from my cellphone, because it’s very clumsy for that and I want to do my last minute editing on a bigger screen for a different perspective anyway. It should be noted tho that I’ll be kinda busy next week, so I might not have the time to finish this in time. A sneak-peek will be posted the previous Wednesday if I can make it, but if the sneak-peek doesn’t happen, then I won’t be posting.

I have 12 prompts left.

This fic receives a new chapter every Friday.

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RadioHusk artist/writer collaboration event fic (workname)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: Alastor’s regular morning in the hotel includes mayhem, coffee, favouritism, and hopefully kitty petting. Radiohusk oneshot.

Progress: I actually finished this fic on Monday, but I’m still waiting for my partner to do her half of the collab, so I’ve refrained from posting. It seems likely that the deadline of 31st will not be reached, so this will be posted when this will be posted ^^; I’ll put a sneak-peek into this update, tho!

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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to someday:

PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)

DC Drabbles (Justice League)

Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)

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That’s it for the WIPs! Here’s the promised sneak-peek into Adventure gone Mini (Note: the text may end up slightly different in the fic itself due to more editing happening before publishing). Enjoy!

Mini

Two days.

Link and Sidon had been walking in the swampy, misty, exhausting forest for two days now.

The only reason they knew this was because their Sheikah Slates had clocks in them; otherwise they would have had to make guesses based on the frequency of their breaks and meals, because it wasn't like they could see the sun to keep track of time the easy way. And let's just say that their guesses would have been very off if they had based them on those factors, because Link needed to rest his poor feet all the damn time and he was constantly starved because of the amount of energy he expelled just by walking. This terrain was worse than snow or sand in his opinion, even though he hated walking in the desert and the snowy lands as well.

The only positive thing about this place was that Sidon was thriving. The moisture in the air did his gills and scales wonders after about two weeks of mostly traveling on land. He occasionally ran ahead of Link to spend quality time in the bog holes while Link trudged forward in his bog flippers, and then easily caught up with him again after giving him a good long headstart as well. Sidon was simply made for this terrain.

Hazbin Event Fic

Rays of the morning's hellfires shone bright as Alastor opened the curtains of his hotel room window.

"Good morning, Hell!" he hollered, and laughed to himself. The landscape was mostly empty of any actual people, as it wasn't like a whole lot of folks would choose to spend their time outside of the hotel of all places, but he didn't care. It was the thought that counted.

He went through his morning routine of washing his face, combing his hair, applying a dash of eyeshadow to achieve just the right amount of flair, and getting dressed.

Ready for the day, he waltzed out of his room, emitting a cheerful swing track to put extra bounce into his steps as he walked down the relatively busy hallway. He could already see three of the hotel’s residents, and he was barely out of his room!

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That’s it this time. See you next Saturday!

AO3    FFnet    Purple Crayon    Ko-fi     Radiohusk Discord

[jadeile-writes]

Fanfic Progress Update 42

Greetings! It’s Saturday, so it’s time for Fanfic Progress Update! Stay tuned to the end of this post for a spoiler-y glimpse into the next chapter of Adventure Gone Mini AND the next chapter of Shit, the Radio Demon is a part of my afterlife.

Current WIPs:

Adventure gone Mini

Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild / The Minish Cap

Summary: Sidon is given his very own Sheikah Slate, the first replica Purah has managed to make, and sets out to travel with Link with the intention of registering warp points for convenient travel in the future. However, when a malfunction shrinks them down to the size of bugs, and they meet little people called the Minish, they have to change their plans from “fun adventuring” to “getting out of this mess”. Not that those two have to exclude one another. Link/Sidon.

Progress: Chapter 31 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 27th of November. Chapter 32 is finished, and will be posted on 18th of December. Chapter 33 has been started.

I update this fic every three weeks on Wednesdays.

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Shit, the Radio Demon is a part of my afterlife

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: Husk is just your everyday demon, minding his own business and living his afterlife mostly in self-caused misery. He’s been at it for about ten years when he rather abruptly finds himself on the Radio Demon’s radar. Suddenly his life becomes a lot more interesting. For fuck’s sake, he did not ask for this bullshit.

Progress: Chapter 2 is the current latest chapter, and was published on 13th of December. Chapter 3 will be published on 20th of December. Chapters 4-11 are also ready and waiting. About 3/4th of chapter 12 and half of chapter 13 are written as well.

I will update this fic every Friday. This may change to twice a week (Tuesday and Friday) once I get the whole thing written out and no longer have to reserve writing time for it.

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Radiohusk that makes me question my life choices (workname)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary (temporary): Alastor and Husk make out and have pillow talks that range from cute to mildly disturbing to glimpses of Alastor’s backstory. Alastor is an awkward asexual who never really did romance because of that and now truly doesn’t know what he is even getting himself into. Basically a PWP but without smut.

Progress: I fixed Alastor’s characterization. This is about 5000 words already and the end is nowhere in sight, send help.

I still don’t know what I’m going to do with this. I think the most likely fate for this fic is to end up solely on my website and not on AO3 or ffnet at all. I don’t know yet.

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Drunk Alastor (workname)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary (temporary): Roles are reversed in many ways when a drunk Alastor knocks on Husk’s door and has no intention of going to his own room for the night. Why yes, the author has one specific goal to get to here (no, not that one, eww), and you guys are going to love it, mwahaha! Oneshot, Alastor/Husk.

Progress: I’d say this is... maybe 2/3rds done. Or at least half done. It’s a long oneshot anyway. Chances are I’ll post it sometime next week, but don’t count on it.

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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to someday:

PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)

DC Drabbles (Justice League)

Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)

Rolling with it (Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)

Possibly worth staying for (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)

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That’s it for the WIPs! Here are the promised sneak-peeks into Mini and Afterlife. (Note: the text may end up slightly different in the fics themselves due to more editing happening before publishing). Enjoy!

Mini

"LIBRARI GUESS WHAT!" Histori yelled, as she enthusiastically kicked the door to the library open.

Link and Sidon were dragged in, not really having had much of a choice in anything ever since the left the Magic Academy. Histori had pulled them down the hallways in a hurry and led them to the library without any hesitation or manners whatsoever. Really, maybe her name was actually Hysteri and Link had just misheard it.

"Histori, don't yell in the library!" A voice sounded from somewhere further in. Also yelling. Link snorted.

"COME HERE AND I'LL STOP!" Histori kept on shouting, and started pulling them in the direction of the earlier voice.

"Why are you like this?" The same voice asked, right before their group went around a book shelf and came face to face with the source.

Afterlife

Everything was shit. Absolute, complete, motherfucking pure crap.

Husk was thrown out of the casino and landed in a pile of trash in an ungraceful heap of limbs and feathers.

“Hah, serves you right, you stinking loser! Stay the fuck away from here or we’ll trash you up even worse!” his assailant shouted gleefully, and slammed the heavy door shut. Husk could hear laughter from behind it, fading away as the fuckers moved away from the door.

Mother of all whores in a shitwagon! Husk hated his afterlife more than he had hated the miserable last quarter of his actual life!

He had just lost all of his money. Every single penny, nickel, and cent. The the whole kit and caboodle. He was so broke that he wouldn’t be able to afford the cheapest fucking beer to make things marginally better, much less all the liquor he would actually need for that damn miracle.

That’s it this time. See you next Saturday!

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