#ooc / writer's notes

[nothanksjohnny]

I dreamed of you again

Would you have dreamed of me..

The sky felt warm again Both of you right by my side

I can't remember the commands

I said All I remember is wanting to cry But I didn't. I have a title damn you.

You've left me to the sky alone

His wraith makes my frame ache. You'd be the only to know

Sometimes he remembers you to. He tells me to leave when he does

I thought I heard you

It was so clear

But then I opened my optics and you were no were near

I'm worse than I was Can you believe it?

I'm sure you can Fraggers the both of you

If my pride wasn't so drowning Maybe I'd join you

I'd like to say I fight for you both But you'd just laugh at my face and drag me down to hall

They're empty now. Cold and quite

I'm cold. Although I've yet to quite

I'd say I miss you

But to miss is to wish you were here

I'd never want you to see me again

I'd betray you to

I did

And I'd do it again

So I'll just dream till Megatron grows sick of my spark

I'll dream of flying with you both

I'll dream that you'd still want to see me

I'll dream with my optics open saying I'm fine

I'll dream forever until I hear you both again

Goodnight

[thecounci1]

All blogs connected to The Owl & Knight universe*

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐈𝟏 - mainblog / multi-muse (also main in general) mutlimuse feating agents of a paranormal bureau, located in the usa. But does work internationally. This is the main blog, the others are a bit secondary, minus rebelgodking

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 - sideblog / solo muse The first demon, more like the first old one/primordial demon. Has sort of chilled through the eons. Father of many

𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐌 - mainblog / solo muse The current “Oracle of Delphi”, reluctant really. Owner of a small tea shop

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐗𝐋𝐋𝐒 - mainblog / multi muse That cozy quaint town of Cala Monstruos, located along the California coast, between Big Sur and Morro Bay. The holds many supernatural/paranormal horrors.

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐄 - sideblog / solo muse child of one of the three abominations, cousin to Duke Crowley.

𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 - mainblog / solo muse / verse* the heir of primeval ,one of the few offspring of the old ones left. *psa this muse is one of my btvs oc muses given a owl/knight verse

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐗𝐇𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 - mainblog / multi muse a canon/owl and knight mash up, from the tv series Sleepy Hollow

*basically any blog of mine (Monroe) that is an Owl/Knight blog ,or has a verse set there. This list is subject to be updated at anytime, but I will post that I did.

Also main blogs are what they are main blog, thats not a sideblog. The only sideblog to thecounci1 is Mr.Night

[bottlecapping]

how fast i write in an hour

[petitsdieu]

We haven't written much together, but I love the way you write, it is beautiful. <3

Stop. Stop. Stop. You're so sweet, omg. Help. You're beautiful. You didn't have to send this and yet, you decided to be that lovely on a random Wednesday morning. Thank you muches, luvy. <3 / @awkwardcourage

[quaranmine]

It's fine, Grian's preferred environment is being doomed by the narrative :3.

you're so right. torturing him in all my fanfics is good for him, actually,

[notagenteklabtech]

"Death of a Lab Tech" or "Labbie's first day as a virus could have gone better"

OOC: I wanted to try writing out what the attack on the lab looked like from not-yet-Labbie's perspective. It turned out... confusing. Also tumblr ate the formatting, so I'll try to fix that... Anyway! IC gore and whatnot below the cut!

August 31: Someone in the collection team complained about a bad smell, and now Blackw our escort is making us return to the lab early.

September 2: The older labtech who's been wearing his biohazard suit since last Sample Day is now refusing to take his mask off.

September 4: Cross and Alex are fighting a Hydra nearby. I think can hear it screaming through the walls.

September 4: I can hear inside you. Are you warm inside? You sound warm.

September 4: I saw you.

The lab tech reads the messages they've exchanged with others.

They don't remember sending all of them.

Some are not directed at anyone. There are no responses to them. No notes from others reacting to them. Just red text.

Behind them, one of the other lab techs groans. Someone coughs wetly. Breath hisses through air filter masks.

Their own mask is uncomfortably hot, and their skin itches where it digs into their face.

Their whole body feels like it's on fire. Feverish. Melting in their sealed, blue rubber biohazard jumpsuit.

They're infected. All of them are.

They knew dying like this was a possiblity (an inevitably), but…

No. No no no nonononono

They aren't infected. They can't be. They were careful. They wore gloves, even when others ignored Dr. Mercer's orders.

It wasn't enough exposure. I was wearing gloves

Their gloves are sticky.

…They're tired. Denial won't change what is happening.

They ignore how they shouldn't be able to type on their phone with gloves on.

What a pathetic last message from a dying nobody.

Sept 5: …My ID number is 84-112-T.

I gratuated from the University of Toronto, Canada. I have published two papers on the potential uses of retroviral therapy.

I moved to the US and worked for Gentek for six years, three of which were under Dr. Alexander Mercer as a lab tech on Project Blacklight.

I am infected, and probably dying.

…I can't remember anything else about myself. How sad is that?

They try. For the awful man they used to respect. For the people they don't remember or care about. For science, that killed them.

The screen of their phone lights up - a response from Dr. Mercer - the light shining through the blood smeared across glowing it pink-orange:

"Labbie, do this for me if you do nothing else for anyone for the rest of your short life. Can you keep posting every thought, feeling, craving, impulse, and body sensation that you have, in as meticulous of detail as you possibly can, for as long as you retain consciousness? For science. For me. For you loved ones. For humanity. Etc.

Another flash of light - a message from Cross - pink-red-orange. They can't tell what it says.

Another flash. A message from Alex - pink-red-red-red- incomprehensible.

Another message from Dr. Mercer, something that cuts through the fog of their overheating brain: "Permission obtained."

Something behind them shuffles forward, rubber feet dragging. Something else growls.

Their fingers type without thought.

The lab is under Fort Washington. There is a Blackwatch encampment in Bennet Park, disguising the entrance.

They - plural they, not quite singular - can hear the soldiers outside the lab becoming restless.

The backs of their eyes itch. They can feel the virus eating through their brain.

Dr. Alexander Mercer is invited to the party.

I'm not dead yet. I'm not. I'm not I'm not I'm not-

A message from Alex: "when you hear screaming and gunshots that means im here dont bite me or i will bite you back"

We will not bite you. See you soon. :)

The others are getting restless. Angry. Hungry.

They understand, but…

But Alex is nice. Cross is good. Dr. Mercer is -

A reply from Dr. Mercer: "Dr. Alexander Mercer is busy and has plans."

Their fingers type without their input: The party will come to Dr. Mercer. :)

They feel it when Alex and Cross arrive. An overwhelming feeling of family.

Cross? Cross Cross Cross Cross! Brother? Uncle? hi. see you soon.

There is a Hunter outside the lab. It is not one of them. It is an outsider.Redlight. An enemy. They release the Bloodtox to weaken it.

They are immune to Bloodtox. Their skin is rubber, impermeable, filtered, contained.

Alex is not immune to Bloodtox.

They - singular they - are horrified.

Sorry for not warning you. forgot. our suits do not let the bloodtox in.

A message from Dr. Mercer: "This is so lame. In my universe, the virus just kills you. Y'know, like it's supposed to."

They-we-us-I- The lab tech does not understand why they are not dead, either. Their memories are foggy. Confused.

It doesn't feel friendly now. The others - lab techs, scientists, researchers, fellow victims, infected monsters - are going to attack their family.

We handled the virus with bare hands, sometimes.

…no. Not we. Dr. Dr. Something. She handled the virus when you were in meetings. It responded well to touch. It didn't try to eat us-me. It was friendly. Curious.

They can feel it like another voice in their own head. "Kill them. Kill the runt, the bastard, the child."

There is a shift, a knotted string in their chest going slack, and suddenly the lab tech is armed. Thin, silvery swords take the place of their forearms, melting into the blue of their elbows in a writhing mess of red and black biomass.

They aren't just infected; they are infected with Blacklight.

Are the Blackwatch dead? I can't hear them. No. No, it's too loud in here. I. We.

One of the Redlight infected researchers runs at them, and the lab tech cuts them open from hip to shoulder. It falls dead at their rubber booted feet, guts unspooling on the floor. They knew this thing, this no-longer-human mess of blood and gore, once.

They no longer remember them. They no longer remember themself.

Something inside them says "Consume."

Another scientist runs at them, fingers curled like claws, screaming. The lab tech bisects them - sword arms stabbed into their belly and ripped outwards in a spray of red - and then turns to the other two dozen pairs of eyes staring blankly at them.

The virus lab tech is so hungry.

The hateful voice screams orders in the back of their head. The infected - the Walkers - scream in response.

The lab tech rushes the group before they can be mobbed. They have two swords for arms, they have thicker skin, they want to survive long enough to meet their family.

Consuming the resulting corpses is… different. Unpleasant, despite how right it feels. But with every body pulled by hungry tendrils into their body, their mind clears a little more.

There are zero Walkers in Materials storage. They were too loud.

The rest is a blur. There are still things to be done - no time to meet their new-familiar family.

They ignore how easy it is to type with their tendrils, how their arms are stuck as swords, how they can taste the blood of their former co-workers through their boots, how Alex screams until he's been through the decontamination showers and cleaned of Bloodtox, how Cross watches them susiciously despite the cautious tendril of maybe family? that reaches out through the hivemind to them, how Dr. Mercer is blowing up their phone with his bitching.

It's enough, for now, that the lab tech is leaving the lab they expected to be their grave.

[wickedlyqueer]

hi hello salut. do you find that having a tumblr account to promote fanfictions is helpful or do readers find your fics regardless? i am publishing first time ever. thank you greatly, big fan

Yeah, I'd say so.

For one you have another platform to let readers know "hey! there's a new fic of the thing you like!" Not every reader sorts fics on 'most recent' and only go off 'most kudos'ed/viewed/bookmarked'. A new fic will have an incredibly hard time to land a high spot with those filters. Hell, some only go off other people's recs... So any additional place you can let readers know of your fics existence helps.

It also makes it much easier for readers to reblog your fic. If I read a fic and like it, I probably wouldn't make my own post like 'oh this fic i read was really nice'. I would, however, reblog someone's tumblr post. This helps your fic (potentially) read a wider audience.

Just make sure to properly tag your fics so that—even when you don't have many followers—people can still find your fic!

[devouring-hive]

Not wrong, but also not exactly what I meant either. Rather, what I meant was youkai based off of an animalistic entity- Like nekomata, kasha, etcetera.

Their ties to reality allow them to stabilize themselves more easily to the world, and while it makes them more vulnerable to things that affect the real world, it also makes them more resilient to spiritual attacks like those of Lily's.

[sonicprim3d]

fstbmp replied:

See, I was always under the assumption that the regulations are wholly different between the games and other media. Which is just how these sorts of things usually work anyways.

There is a chance of that, but I've always viewed it as Sega just trying to keep spin-off media in line with the games as the biggest issue before the death of Archie was how out their every piece of spin-off media got for like. No reason lmao

[hxzelwallflower]

ooc.♡ˎˊ˗ I'm so organized when it comes to cleaning and doing things outside social media, but the moment I try to keep up with drafts and people I wanna' write with? Everything falls apart.

[jedie]

i hope this post finds you well! quick little soft reboot!

i want to do a soft reboot of this blog! i won't be moving or doing a deep clean, but i do want to start fresh in that i think that the best thing for that is retiring most if not all old threads. it's been a while and i'm not sure if The Muse is there and i certainly don't expect it from anyone! so i won't jumpscare anyone with a thread from 2 years ago lol. i miss writing with you all and in a silent lurk i've read what you guys write on the dash for a couple days and it ignited that spark again to want engage in that!

if you see this and you want a little starter thrown your way, let me know!

[bravelostgirl]

A quick side note ~

I want to big thank you @eliotqueliot

I wanna mention what an amazing writer and friend - I am glad to meet someone so dedicated to the fandom and the ship. I appreciate the time you have put to writing with me even if you are busy also thank you for being heckin' supportive of my edits..

Again thank you.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ PEACHES & PLUMS ~ ♥

[thecounci1]

• • • anyone know of any supernatural , paranormal, or cryptid creatures' that is near London? Or at least in Great Britain. Not including Scotland or Wales area.

[cursedfacade]

girl help, it's been like 7 years since i last had an indie blog. what do i do. what do i do.

[frostfall-romance]

[ Yuzuru : Best vs First 01 ]

[misteria247]

So I went to lay down and decided to check my ao3 page and Tumblr inbox to distract me from my nausea and-

Apparently my fic is in the big numbers range (I have no idea how that even happened), I've got 20 messages in my ao3 inbox (again I have no idea how that even happened) and my Tumblr inbox has like 173 asks in it (again I honestly have no idea how that even happened).

I'm kinda just rolling cuz I'm not used to being so......I don't know........well known? Recognized?? Asked for??? Any of these things????

Like I'm just reeling I've never had this much stuff before other than in my email full of useless spam mail.