#mb; crash and burn

[maccreadysbaby]

My Masterpost 🥳

hello! my name is maccreadysbaby! i’m a multifandom fanfic and original content writer here on tumblr and (sometimes) on wattpad @/highschoolgirl97. you may have found me through writing tips, fanfictions, fo4 character reactions, or just general crack posting, but I’m glad you’re here! :)

please, check me out! ↴

my old masterlist was getting full and boring, and as i’m shifting away from character reactions/fo4 content and more into original/fanfic content, i decided my list needed an update. HERE IS MY STILL INTACT OLD MASTERLIST WITH ALL OF MY FO4, DESTINY, COD, AND ORIGINAL CONTENT. (IT WILL STILL BE UPDATED AS I DO SMALLER MULTIFANDOM WRITINGS.)

⚠️ I STILL TAKE REQUESTS FOR THE FOLLOWING FANDOMS (list is subject to change):

- Batfam - Detroit: Become Human - Fallout 4 - Fire Emblem: Three Houses - Voltron

BELOW IS MY CURRENT LIST (WITH LINKS!) OF ORIGINALS AND FICS I WRITE HERE ON TUMBLR!

✍︎ The Hundred Days Series (ongoing): a batfam fanfiction trilogy starring my most popular oc ever, bentley whittaker, as he deals with his insanely crazy life that may or may not include batman.

➤ A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne (Book One!) ➤ A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne (Book Two!) ➤ Project: Killcode (Book Three!)

✍︎ Before Us (on hold): a fallout 4 maccready x oc fic, starring a female non-sole fo4 oc, with nate as the sole survivor (railroad ending)

✍︎ Crash and Burn (on hold): a fallout 4 preston garvey x oc fic, starring a non-sole female oc, with nate as the sole survivor. (minuteman ending)

✍︎ Killer Instinct (on hold): a lord of the rings tenth walker / boromir lives / boromir x fem!oc fic

✍︎ The Big Leagues (on hold): a fo4 multi-companion work journeying through each of their respective backstories — each chapter can be read as a standalone

➤ ALL OF MY ONESHOTS, REQUESTS, AND SMALLER WRITINGS (HEADCANONS, DRABBLES, ETC) CAN BE FOUND HERE, LISTED OUT BY CHARACTER AND FANDOM.

➤ ALL OF MY WRITING TIP POSTS CAN BE FOUND HERE.

➤ MY HUNGER GAMES FANFICTION (ONLY RAVENS FLY) CAN BE FOUND ON MY WATTPAD ACCOUNT, BY SEARCHING THE USERNAME IN THE DESCRIPTION AT THE TOP OF THIS POST, OR BY SEARCHING “ONLY RAVENS FLY” ON THE WATTPAD WEBSITE

THANK YOU FOR CHECKING ME OUT!

[ironmanstan]

My lovely little computer and her moronic little brain issues

[bekaterrier]

Happy Audio Drama Sunday! I started a new series and caught up on some new episodes that released this week.

@tellnotalespod S2 E16 - Love is Stored in the Carpet Burn: I didn't cry (maybe because I was driving and had to keep it together) but I definitely got emotional listening to Leo, Riley and Julia talk to Noah. They have their people back! I'm glad they're finally going to do something that makes Frank uncomfortable too. Hopefully they get the answers they need...

@desertskiespodcast Desert Skies FM - Someone Crashes the Show: I love Nonny so much, she is a gem. And her segment on this edition of Desert Skies FM was beautiful. "Something inside of me tells me it's best just to start out loving people, the moment you meet them."

@storiesfromylelmore Episode 201 - The Garden Club: They're back!! I'm so excited that season 2 has started, and this was a great episode to welcome us back. I love the worldbuilding so learning more about the little spirits and the traditions to help them was so much fun. I felt like I was Rion and Elas, with so many questions to begin with and just in awe of the whole process. It was also great seeing more of Keryth's moms and how they interact with the kids and other witches. I love that Keryth and Rion fighting is just them saying each other's names back and forth with different inflections. True friendship right there.

Case Study IREC-A59 Episode 1 - Too Close for Comfort Encounters - Part 2: The crew of the IREC-A59 seem very competent. I'm curious how they're going to proceed in dealing with this human they have on board. The distorted effects when the human is talking are a neat approach, giving us some insight but still not letting us know too much more than the crew themselves (who can't understand the human at all).

@hinaypod Episode 44 - Tula (Poem): Add this one to the (not insignificant) pile of truly creepy Hi Nay episodes. I loved hearing one of DJ's personal stories, and getting more info on what might have happened to the Sauvard family. That reveal at the end though...ahhhhhhhh I'm still not over it!!

@midnightburgr Chapter 37 - The Paradise: MB always has so many things going on and I love it. The Paradise, the Leifs, the wedding, Ava, the wolves, DAVID... incredible.

The Dead Letter Office of @somewhereohio - DLO 1-13: Another podcast created and performed by just one person. I am always in awe. These letters are so good at being normal on the surface, but being a little off, a little wrong... with things getting more and more wrong with every letter. And poor Conway is all caught up in it! I'm curious to see what Wren ends up doing.

[jonasiegenthaler]

Hi so I was wondering about something. Your gifs always seem super high quality (like amaze 👌🏼) but how do you do that? Because when I want to post a gif it gives this like ‘can’t be bigger than 10 mb’ error.

ah than you anon! a buddy of mine made a more comprehensive tutorial than i'll ever be able to so hopefully one of the links on there helps!

but specifically for the file size issue keeping the number of frames down (splitting one clip into 2 or 3 gifs) or messing with the colouring until there's less colour variance can help (like if the ice has too many shades of gray its easier to just even that out by fiddling with the brightness).

a mistake i used to make a lot was keeping the image size massive but they don't need to be wider than 540px (and the height can be anything), this chart from 2014 is still how the tumblr dashboard works so that might come in handy!

as a last ditch thing if none of that works the just mess with one of these until something works

the biggest thing imo is just to try a bunch of different shit, go crazy go stupid and save at every step (or don't!) making photoshop crash and burn just as you've figured it out is a rite of passage

[tytothegnoll]

Just saw the Paizo blog post and I have to say, I couldn't be happier. Reading about all of the characters mentioned in the blog just made me feel seen in a way that I haven't before. Sure I knew about Mios, the MB thaumaturge Iconic, heck, they are part of the reason I love the class. But to hear about even more non-cis/gender nonconforming characters...

Idk, I can't describe it.

Feels like there are people out there who can relate.

But one part that made me have to look at the post was Brent Bowser's little story about how trying to voice an NB npc in a Starfinder bounty made him slowly realize that he was NB. If interested, I will share the link at the bottom of the post

You might be wondering why, but in a way that was how I found out that I was gay, or at least partially. I was playing a minotaur wild magic sorcerer in a Stryxhaven campaign and when I met the only minotaur npc in the book, Draz. He was a bookish, Quandrix student and immediately my PC got flustered before asking him out in a dress (because I lost a bet). Sadly the relationship crashed and burned in the worst way possible but oh well. It was already apparent that I was gay.

Anyway...

All this to say, it doesn't matter if you are still figuring yourself out, already found yourself out, or never have tried, there are people out there that understand and can relate with you. Even with the world being a bit of an ever worsening dumpster fire, there can still be little bits of hope and happiness out there to find. Special thanks to ttrpgs for letting me learn about myself and experiment.

And here is the blog post if interested:

[ugh-yoongi]

decided to make a moodboard for my upcoming fic for the composition of the century collab for yoongi's birthday.

fic will be titled by the time i've figured out what it's worth and the working summary is:

you used to find comfort in it—listening to those old songs, an aural timeline of your and yoongi’s relationship. the shy sounds of falling in love, the tinkling of a ring in a dish, the inevitable crash and burn. all those songs aren’t so comforting anymore, when you’d do anything to keep him and yoongi’s got one foot out the door.

so, yes, it will probably be sad, because the entire thing is based on the album transatlanticism by death cab for cutie (moodboard lyrics from tiny vessels, lyrics below the mb & title from expo '86). but it'll be fine! we're all gonna have a great time.

no posting eta yet, because i haven't started and i think this one is gonna be dense, but deadline is march 15th. i hope you all will enjoy this. feel free to send in any questions/comments/concerns!

[minusgangtime]

Allow ME to tell a story,based on this in the gorenight RP-)

With the parasite removed from her body,the giant cat immediately collapsed to the ground,unconscious.)

“Mi-mi?..”

MB looked at his daughter,glad she was finally free from it,but he felt bad for attacking her eye,though it was in self defense,she must’ve been in so much pain..)

(Before MB could approach her,a loud screech echoed through the air as bloody strings grabbed MB as he screamed!)

The parasite still had some of midnights blood,so it had mutated into a giant bloody cat head with wings on it,MB finally seeing this monster for what it REALLY was as it grinned at him,as it slowly flew higher and higher,it knew without a body,it was only a matter of time before it died,so it decided to take down MB with it,flying higher and higher slowly,as MB and the parasite engaged in a final song as they rose above the clouds.)

Back on the ground,midnight had waken up thanks to MBs scream and watching and listening in horror to what was happening above her..)

(Back above,Near the end of the song MB had managed to get free but he held onto the bloody strings as he realized how high he was!)

Once the song finally finished,he felt his adrenaline pumping,when he felt something warm,his adrenaline had activated his fire powers as little sparks were beginning to set the bloody parasites strings on fire! He grinned as his eyes,wings and tail blew for a moment.

“Burn in hell you bitch!”

(He let go,shooting a fireball at the parasite,it immediately exploded as MB began to rapidly fall to the ground,he was about to flap his wings but he began to panic as he realized,from the force of the wind and how fast he was falling,if he used his wings,they could possibly be torn off by the wind! He closed his eyes,if he survived thanks to his phoniex powers,it was gonna be a VERY painful landing..)

However,back on the ground,midnight saw her papa falling,luckily,the song had given her just enough time to get her footing,though she was still sore she waited for her chance and once he was close enough,she jumped lending out her paws to catch her falling papa!)

(She caught him,hugging him into her chest as she fell back onto the ground with a harsh fall! Gracking the ground as she crashed into nearby buildings..)

-mod Shelby

(Oh nuuuu ;~;)

[samswound]

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[maccreadysbaby]

CRASH AND BURN™︎

fem!oc x preston garvey

in which a strange girl shows up in the commonwealth to tell the minutemen that an old enemy is rising up from the capital wasteland, and they’re not just coming for kicks and giggles. oh, and an unassuming second-in-command manages to catch her silver eye, even on the brink of war.

❝ if this is what it feels like to fall for you, garvey, i don’t want to stop until i crash and burn ❞

this is chapter eight. full chapter masterlist can be found here.

TW: none

❝ SETTLE ❞

Vault 62, DC, Capital Wasteland

Aug 11, 2287, 0900

— HEARTLEY HADN’T SPOKEN TO ANY OF HER FRIENDS BESIDES MARKUS, CHICAGO, AND MERCURY FOR FOUR DAYS. Simon and Tuesday’s father, after hearing about the wedding lying extravaganza, forbade them from hanging out with, quote-on-quote, bad influences. Jericho’s mother, after he got spontaneously better from the spontaneous sickness, had him on total lockdown; Heartley hadn’t seen him once. Scout had gone completely off the grid, probably wrestling with the fact that Riot may or may not be living anymore. Markus, Mercury, and Chicago’s families all knew that Riot was missing, and all knew varying degrees of what the children had been up to, but none found it fit to punish their kids. Neither did Heartley’s mom.

Whatever her mother said to Alec, thankfully, stopped him from throwing the kids in confinement again. It was past the weekend and he hadn’t made an appearance. Heartley was thankful.

She sat in her mother’s lab, spinning around and around in her desk chair. Riot’s disappearance was still a phenomenon within vault sixty-two, but no one dared speak about it outside of hushed tones and locked rooms. That’s always how it was when something went down in the vault. Because, when something bad happened in a vault, the person behind it had to be inside, lurking.

Heartley sighed as she spun around for the up-teenth time, glancing at her mother, who was fiddling with a little electronic machine on her worktop. She had her tongue sticking halfway out of her mouth, and was wearing some glasses with makeshift magnifiers on the lenses. Heartley was just thankful she wasn’t poking at a liver or something.

“-and then I just tighten this stupid little screw that my stupid little screwdriver can’t fit in-“

“Mom,” Heartley started, pausing the spinning chair to face her mother. “You’re narrating. You’ve been narrating for twenty minutes.”

She didn’t even look over at her daughter. “I’m focusing.”

“Calling your tools stupid helps you focus?”

Her mother only snickered lightly.

Heartley brushed her hair over her shoulders. “What are you making now, anyways?”

“A very small machine,”

The girl rolled her eyes with a smirk. “You’re a real joy to talk to when you’re working.”

“It sends electrical pulses. Kind of like a pacemaker,” She explained.

“A what?”

“Pre-War medical equipment that sends electrical pulses to help the heart beat on time,”

“Ah,”

There was a short silence.

“Hey, mom?”

“Hon?”

“What did you see in Alec?”

Her mother paused, glancing over at her. “Where’d this come from?”

Heartley shrugged. “Just curious.”

Her mother chuckled, a melodic sound. “Alec used to be different. Kind, charming, smart and loyal. Much like your friend Markus is to you.”

“Mom,” Heartley groaned, running a hand over her face.

“Just saying, Heartley. Anyways, I was one of the Enclave’s biologists, he was an engineer. We had to work together sometimes. I guess it just sprang from there. Acquaintances, friends… We got married twenty-one years ago, and a year later, we had you,”

Heartley nodded along, spinning again.

“He was… the only guy my age that I worked around. All the other men were front liners, clonking around in power armor, having to fight the useless wastelanders. I was scared if I didn’t pick him, I’d never get to pick anyone,” She murmured, still fiddling with her little screwdriver. “That I’d be alone.”

Heartley hummed. “So you didn’t actually love him, then?”

“No, I did. Just… not as well as I could have,” She admitted. “He loved me. Oh, he loved me. I could tell by the way he looked at me. He was head over heels and I… well… I chose the first boy that was presented to me.”

Her mother sighed, lifting the small machine with her hand. “That’s why, Heartley Hathaway, you don’t settle for someone just because you want a relationship. If you wait, one day, you’ll find the person that loves you endlessly that you can love endlessly, too.” She stated. “Love is a two-way street. An expressway where both directions go the same speed. If either of you are driving in the slow lane, it’s probably best you pull over.”

Heartley snickered, watching the white ceiling spin above her. “Wow. I didn’t know you had such emotionally charged intellectual rigor, mom.”

Her mother snorted. “I can say it in less philosophical terms,” She muttered, clearing her throat. “You jump the gun, you end up divorced with the biggest dick in the vault as your ex.”

Both women chuckled that time, the older of the two ending with a sigh.

“Hey, mom?”

“Hey, Heartley?”

The girl stopped spinning, glancing down at the desk. “What if I never find that person? I’m friends with pretty much all of the options available to me and… I don’t feel that way toward any of them.”

“Yet,” She added.

“I’m serious, mom. Markus is my best friend and I love him to bits but I could never ever date him. Simon and Tuesday are great and all but they’re like brothers. They’re all like brothers. The only one that wasn’t was…”

“Riot,” Her mother finished the sentence for her.

“Yeah, he was different. But I’d still never date him. I can’t see myself having a future with any guy in this vault,” Heartley complained. “I’m gonna be alone forever!”

“Y’know, staying unmarried isn’t a bad thing. You can use your time to focus on yourself, and whats most important to you,”

Heartley spun again. “But I… don’t do anything. I don’t have a job. I cant follow in your footsteps because I’d need an hour just to memorize the titles of the books you know by heart. If I stay alone, then I’ll be… nothing.”

“Heartley, honey, your worth isn’t in your job or how successful or well known you are. Your worth comes from what’s inside. Your character. The positive and negative traits that make you a unique and diverse individual. Your strengths and your weaknesses, and everything in between… that’s what gives you value,” She murmured.

Heartley’s brown tilted inward. “If you believe that, then why does the Enclave hate wastelanders? Aren’t they just people, too? People with positive and negative traits that make them unique and diverse individuals? They have strengths and weaknesses and everything in-between…”

Her mother looked over at her, sternly, and it made her shut her mouth.

After a few moments of silence and spinning, her mother piped up: “You know why I want you to be with Markus?”

Heartley paused and looked over at the silver-haired woman, suppressing an annoyed glare. “Why?”

“Because I see the potential in him to be so much more than Alec ever was… and I want you to have that. I don’t want you to go through what I went through, I want you to have the perfect person, from the start. Because you deserve it,”

Heartley smiled warmly. “I know you only want the best for me, mom, but I think the best for me is to find my person myself. Wait until we find each other, like you said earlier. And whether that’s Markus in seven years or someone in this vault I’ve never spoke to before, I still want to wait, not settle. Weren’t you just lecturing me about not settling, and now I'm lecturing you on it?” Heartley chuckled, and her mother did, too.

“I guess so,” She stated, lifting up the magnifiers from the lenses of her glasses. “You’re an astounding young woman. Whoever has the privilege of finding you, Markus or not, will be an incredibly lucky young man.”

Heartley smiled again. “Thank you, mom.”

A pleasant silence passed, during which Heartley thought about her future. She wondered who in the vault it would be. Maybe it really was Markus, and they’d look back and laugh at all the times they called her mother crazy. Maybe it would be Simon, and they’d have wished they got married when they pretended they were. Maybe it’d be… maybe it’d be…

…Riot. Maybe she’d find him. Maybe he’d come out of hiding. And she’d never let go of him again.

Her mother snickered.

“What?”

“You haven’t taken off Simon’s lab coat since he let you take it,”

Heartley scoffed, glancing down at the white coat that covered her jeans and purple flannel. “Why take it off when it gives me a perfect excuse to play scientist with you?”

They both chuckled, but abruptly stopped when the lab door slid open with a muted hiss. Their eyes both flicked to the door, the same confused expression crossing their similar features.

Tuesday Jones was standing in the doorway, eyes wide, scanning every nook and cranny of the lab. After he’d successfully dissected the entire room his expression fell into a state Heartley had never seen on him before: fear.

“Oh my God, this can not be happening. This can not be happening,” He muttered, turning and escaping back into the hallway. Heartley and her mother shared a glance, the youngest of the pair hopping out of the chair and jogging after him.

She turned into the hallway, trotting to keep up with his quickly fading back. “Tuesday. Tuesday, what’s going on?”

“You still have his lab coat,” He muttered, not turning back or pausing on his way to the stairs. Heartley jogged behind him.

“Does he need it back?”

“He went to get it back last night. He was going to you and coming right back, I should’ve gone with him, but I was so stupid I didn’t even consider it. I just said okay and went to bed, how-“

“Tuesday,” Heartley caught his shoulder before he could take the first step down the stairs. “Tell me what’s going on.”

He turned to her, his brown eyes empty. He was disheveled; Heartley had never seen him like that before. “We can’t find Simon. Dad and I were in bed when he left to get his lab coat back from you. He wasn’t there when we woke up.”

Heartley’s blood ran cold, and she felt a little dizzy. “What time did he come to my room?”

“Maybe midnight, or half past,”

She wracked her brain for any memory, but it came up empty. “I was already asleep, I think. Mom surely would’ve told me if he came to the door.”

Like her words were a queue, her mother poked her head out of the lab. “Honey, everything okay?”

Heartley glanced over at her, frowning harder. “Did Simon come to the door last night?”

Her mother humphed. “No. Why?”

Heartley turned back to Tuesday, whose face was losing color. She didn’t have time to answer her mother before he continued: “I’ve checked everywhere he would go.”

“Mercury’s?” She tried.

“That was the first place I checked. Mercury hasn’t seen him,”

“Chicago’s?”

“Nope, hasn’t seen him, either,”

“Markus?”

“Last saw him in the medbay with you,”

“Jericho?”

“His mom used some very colorful words to tell us no,”

“Scout?”

“He’s been in confinement since the night you and Simon told us about the terminal. Long story short he drank himself senseless and tried to talk to Alec,”

“Closet?”

“Empty,”

“Medbay?”

“Likewise. I told you, Heartley, I checked everywhere he would go,” He stated, running a stressed hand through his hair.

“Have you told security?”

“Not after what they did to us over Riot. I think my dad will soon, though,” He stated. His hands were starting to shake by his sides. “I can’t… I can’t think. If I could just think I might be able to solve this. I’ve watched dad do open heart surgeries, I’ve seen people on the brink of death, this… this should be nothing. I should be fine.”

“Tuesday. Slow down. Breathe,” Heartley ordered, placing her hands on his shoulders. His eyes met hers but they were shielded — cold. “Our friend disappeared out of thin air and now you can’t find your twin, you have the right to be upset. It’s okay to be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid,” He brushed her hands off and continued down the stairs, and she followed him. “I just need to sit down and think. There’s always a solution, there has to be. Everything in life has a formula. An answer. Everything is an equation, and if you put the pieces in the right place, you’ll find the answer.”

“Tuesday,” She tried as she trailed along behind him. He was making for the medbay, and she could see his father inside.

“I just need to-“

She stepped in front of him. “Breathe, Tuesday. You need to take a minute and breathe.”

“I am breathing,” He shot back.

“You’re also shaking, and pale. Give yourself a minute,” She stated, stepping a bit closer.

He wouldn’t meet her eye. “I’m not going to waste time being upset when I could be finding an solution.”

She reached up and squeezed his shoulders reassuringly. His eyes trailed down to the floor, and a second later, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Why did it have to be him?” He muttered. Heartley frowned, stepping forward and pulling him into a one-sided embrace. It wasn’t often she hugged Tuesday Jones, he never needed it.

This was bad.

[5soswitch]

I've had twitter since I was 13, I'm 27 now. I've created great friends there and I've participated in so many fandoms, I've found family, kept contact with friend who moved to other cities, I've educated myself in so many topics, I've laughed at memes, I've protested, twitter was so much more than just writing "I saw a dog today" and it really sucks to watch it crash and burn because an entitled d*mb*ss bought just bc he could and wanted to "restore freedom of speech". I hate this world, I hate that money has so much power. I hate this. I hate it. I hate it. While people like that f*cker buy platforms put of a "I do because I can" mindset there's people that die from hunger, lack of drinkable water and decent living conditions. I fucking hate it here.

I know its fun to be like omg twitter is dying lets goooo

but its really sad that we're losing yet another form of human communication and years of information because of another ceo baby manchild. I'm going to lose contact with a bunch of friends i've made because of this and it sucks

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[gikairan]

News outlets are doing reports on the weird Neom project and like... I know theres going to be an incredibly interesting documentary about this project when it inevitably fails

But I bet it'll never happen until the Saudi crown prince dies u_u.

[aliferous-ly]

ah????

AAAAA??????

not only did I miss the 420 mark that i never thought i’d reach, ,,

but also FOUR HUNDRED TWENTY TWO FOLLOWERS????? WHERE DID YOU COME FROM

thank u so much oh my goodnessss :’)

[daddy-devilish]

💀

For..

- @b-sidcd-rxcxrdz 's Geo.

- @pyrcmaniacs-hxll

- @bczxrkxr-bxtchcs

- and maybe @th-minus-bros 's MB.

💀

Geo Cause of Death: Sleeping with the fishes. A fitting consequence of someone getting too involved with the affairs of a dangerous family. You'll be bound and gagged and put in the trunk of a pitch black limo, attached to a sack full of your own weapons, one tied off with the shiny inverted crucifix on your neck, and drowned by the weight of a few bricks and those solid gold guns you're always flaunting about. Guns won't be much use waterlogged and neither will you.

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Darnell Cause of Death: Sacrificed in hellfire. A pyromaniac is someone after his own heart, but he imagines it must be a lot harder for someone that's as flammable as their matches. A part of you must have known it'd end this way. You'll be chained to a post and left to burn from the feet up, Salem style-- in purple flames, this time, however. They're hotter, more angry. Hopefully the entertaining sight of the strange flames will distract from the moment. In open air, not even suffocation will cut this experience short.

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Casandra Cause of Death: Go to hell! You want to play pretend as a demon? Then go burn like one! Losing to Dante offers you up to all kinds of consequences, and when he's feeling particularly spiteful, that can mean opening the gates of Hell with some spell or another. Maybe not quite a death but a pretty infamously difficult dimension to claw back out of. Or survive at all. Don't come back unless you've flopped your charcoaled self onto the riverbanks of the lake of fire and earned yourself a second pair of horns. Then we'll talk.

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MB Cause of death: Sleeping in. You wake up sprawled out and groggy on a high floor of a building scheduled for demolition. Right now. You'll feel the earth shattering kaboom and the weightlessness of your whole world crashing down and inwards in a clean, controlled explosion. They'd never even find your body under all the rubble, there must have been at least 10 floors on that old place. You'll probably be swept up with the land movers. You'd be surprised how easy it is to lobby for demotions in this city!

GAME OVER. Send 💀 to see how Daddy Dearest would kill off your muse!

[sleepyowlwrites]

find the word tag CLXXV

something is wrong with me. I’m not doing tags left and right. can we call this summer fatigue? ah, I’m too much of a people person for being an introvert. online, too. I don’t want to go on hiatus because I know that it won’t mean anything to me. so instead I’m just kind of floating like a soap bubble in the hot, hot summer air. 

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shot (shots - fic series)

"Ow," Lexi hissed, more as an automated response than out of actual pain as MB prodded her shoulder. There was a dull ache in her muscles from being slammed against a brick wall and she wasn't actually sure where the bleeding was coming from. MB supplied her with the answer.

"Don't get shot next time," she rejoined in her signature monotone. MB was so businesslike at all times, which helped immensely with the job, but didn't endear her to many. Still, Lexi knew she had a big heart along with that sharp tongue.

seek (summon story)

“We not not seek to kill, but we do not mind it. Even each other.”

“That’s lovely,” Zan remarked, disgusted. “I’m thrilled you don’t have a problem destroying your own kind.”

“You kill your own sometimes,” the hissing continued, as Wryn seemed perfectly content to let his passenger control the conversation. “Is this not the same?”

“I don’t kill people!” Zan paused, then turned away from Wryn’s horrifying figure to resume collecting firewood. “People kill other people, sometimes. Is that what you mean?”

seam (heartbeat - fic)

Liu Sang watches the sky crackle along its seams and flash purple for a moment. There’s a pause that seems too lengthy, making him wait in unearned agony until the following crash of sound reverberates throughout his whole body, hissing at the tips of his fingers, a sizzle across his collarbones, a fresh sting in his cheek when he bites the inside.

It’s a storm, a natural, normal occurrence. The air hums with humid energy around him, there are birds beating hard against the wind and trees bending gracefully beneath it. Liu Sang breathes and the same air catches in his throat and hurts to swallow.

sleepy (youth story + bonus from meta-portal because I am Sleepy hehe)

Nyks pulled himself up off the chair and brushed edges with R, making him rub his arms uncomfortably. “Sorry.” He probably wasn’t. But he was the baby, so this behavior made sense.

R just stuck his chin in the air. “See if I pet your head tonight when you get all sleepy and clingy.”

“You won’t pet my head?” Nyks pouted, which frankly was unfair.

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Jisung is much more awake now even though he looks adorably sleepy. “Oh, you have witches here?”

“It’s just a common nickname for a mage,” Haknyeon says.

“No, it isn’t,” Jacob says immediately. “I’m a witch. I do remedial magic and have an excellent sense of direction and always know when I’m being lied to. It’s not that same.”

stream (the youth story/stray spirit crossover)

“Nyks, honey, there’s no such thing as spirits,” Daniel said patiently as Nyks pulled him along.

“How can you say that?” Nyks groused. “Especially when I spend half my time as a non-corporeal entity and you just manifested rocks in that stream for us to cross on?”

strew (good word, though)

star (youth story - been a little bit since I posted this paragraph that I love)

Mark had never wished for the night to consume him whole as much as he did on the day R admitted that the lies they had carefully built up between them were, in fact, just that. The sky around them was burning so beautifully in comparison to the hungry heat in his cheeks and hands. Dusk ate away at the day ravenously and Mark wished to disappear with the blue, to be the furthest star whose light couldn’t be seen. Any kind of cosmic insignificance was better than standing in front of R with his fists stuck to his jeans, unable to utter a single word.

swift (from: under the sky was a void, 2020)

Some things are lacking and it’s not just my sense of ease. There should be more red in the sky but the body lacks blood to leak. Effervescence? The illumination of a single streetlight cannot force the terrors back into the void. Revenge is a concept. The hollows bite at intruders, sweet, honeyed, coy. Resonance, swift and painless. An outright lie. Only flightless things can fly. The sky is too light for this night and I will fade when the colors go. And no one will know.

okay @zmlorenz I did know some of these off the top of my head. you got me. sometimes I do know. @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @moononherwings @viridis-writes @writingbyjillian @write-the-stars-and-shadows OR ANYBODY: resonance, dissonance, remembrance, balance, semblance. bonus: effervescence, insignificance. (variations of these words are also acceptable)

[biff-adventurer]

Where was your muse when the Calamity happened? Did they lose someone because of it? (♥ hello I crave lore!)

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i was going to try to write this short but i got carried away rip mb

Biff wasn't the Warrior of Light, but he was fighting at the battle of Carteneau. He was traveling with Una Nelhah, who is the prior WoL in Biff's universe, and who was like a big sister to him. His birthday coincides with the Rising because he turned 18 the day of the battle (he starts his journey at 17). The only companion who is still with him from those days is S'dennmo Jinh (she was turning 17 at the time), but that's not something he remembered until ShB...

Una was protective of both Biff and Dennmo, since they were so young and both started adventuring out of a sense of displacement. She could relate strongly to this because she herself had been fighting on the Bloodsands from a ludicrously young age. Having had to lift herself up, she didn't want others to suffer the same injustices and misfortunes alone. Her arms were the sword and shield.

Biff and S'dennmo, who both started as archers, diverge into Warrior and Bard respectively by the time of Carteneau. Biff put his littlest of ten brothers rage into the axe, and had come to the battlefield having fought with his mother about whether or not he should fight (as one might imagine, Bea was very against the idea). So he fights with all his strength, relentlessly and recklessly, and he is incredibly strong for his age and skill level. He doesn't feel invincible, but he believes he can at least survive, and in doing so desperately believes he will prove to his mother that he is a man at last.

Then Dalamud falls. Fire crashes over the battlefield in vicious waves. He is afraid and he regrets not telling his mother that he loved her, despite everything. All he wants is to put his head in her lap again. But he knows he must fight to the last. He may be foolish, but no one will call him a coward. Louisoix's light is cutting through the dark, grabbing adventurers within range from the field, but he won't make it. The spell and spellcaster are too far away. He can't make it.

Except Una is suddenly pulling him and dragging him across the field. Against all odds, against a backdrop of flame, smoke and kicked up dust. He screams in rebellion at her, he is slowly her down, he can't get to his feet. She can't hear him. He can't hear himself. Then, she throws him, and he is suddenly engulfed in a haven of brilliance. He reaches to her, but she disappears, like the world, in chaotic darkness.

He doesn't remember any of this when he wakes up, one day, free of the spell. He doesn't remember Una or S'dennmo or any of their friends. He remembers bits of the adventure, sure, but he isn't very clever. His heart is shaken up. Their faces flash before his eyes, and it hurts keenly. So he doesn't give it much thought. The body tells you it isn't well with pain. And he's never been one to forget the important things... until, years and years later, the Light overruns his soul and he remembers the woman who saved him, the woman who burned instead of him. And the girl who survived all this time, alone -- Little Dennmo, scared and shy and quiet -- the girl he failed as a brother.

This is how I set it up so Biff has no memory of legacy, but so that it exists! S'dennmo wasn't pulled into a different dimension, so she's one of the few people who survived the Calamity, except her journey is difficult because no one else seems to remember the Warriors of Light but her! And when she finds Biff again during the events of ARR, she is overjoyed to know he is alive -- but distressed that, like everybody else, he doesn't remember either!

So that's the long/short version of that LOL, it inspired my character playlist for Biff which I may or may not have shared constantly, and I still haven't gotten to write too much about it outside of mentions... but hopefully that will end as I keep posting chapters of Biff's fic!