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[shy-chimera]

The Meadow

Have you heard of the meadow? Just past the lightning scarred tree, If you take a left at the tire in the creek, And keep walking into sundown, You’ll find it, right there. A clearing so wide, you can’t miss it. Yet, puzzling as to why you haven’t seen it before.

Flowers of every color are woven into the grass Pollen bumbles in the air, Butterflies and bees playing hopscotch in the weeds, Light shining from the ring of mushrooms that surround.

And right at the center, Within a patch of dead earth Is a glowing silver stone, Scared with names and painted with prayers.

They say if you manage to reach it, Put your hand on it, And say your name, It will curse you with knowledge Of what you most wanted to know.

If you happen to get past The vomiting of you own blood, It will give you the chance, To forfeit your name, Sealing it forever into the stone.

And if you’re lucky enough to survive The meadow growing cold as the wind swirls around Tugging you into the center- If you manage to outrun the voices, That now possess your name, They might let you play a game.

You can pass your fate onto someone else, Tell them of the meadow, giving them the trail if they dare- You can gamble with your fates, and hope their luck isn’t as good as yours-

So what say you? Do seek the meadow? Do you possess a curiosity so grand, you’ll tempt fate to know all you haven't known before?

[valemrsn]

pearl diver, a new poem :3

[the-scouts-codex]

Next part has been updated!

It's Ruggie's time to shine. The next part to my Glorious Masquerade Fic, "May I have this dance?" Has been updated. You can find it here on Tumblr or on Ao3. My name is the same on both sites.

The work: "Dance with me!"

My master list: Night Raven Codex

[heyitsmeyourfavoritechick]

I saw galaxies in your eyes

It was nice for me to lay under too

How the stars connect to each other like family on thanksgiving

And how the nebulas dance like teenagers on prom night

The clouds chime in just to add that bit of razzle dazzle

Oh how I got lost in those eyes

And I can’t seem find my way back

Maps are useless to the sands of time

But I don’t mind

I have the clouds, I have the stars even nebulas to admire

If anything it seems like I found my perfect world.

In your eyes.

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[tuliplips2]

[harmonyverendez]

Ooooo a new chapter of my original book/work is coming soon!.

Finally got up and wrote a chapter.

😁😁😁

[artandanarchy]

Funky lil dude who’s the main character in a script I’m writing

[thatgenderfluidmonstrosity]

A poem for TOH

Some stuff isn’t all that great, but a rhyme schemes gonna rhyme scheme

First to learn, and there in death

Choosing kindness in your final breath

A lesson to learn for the bravest child

and Magic made from all the wild

From bone to light

and light to earth

Return to home

and find your Hearth

The light above guiding those who wait

and quiet ones of stone and slate

Power granted from the past

To help you win in the final blast,

but not long will last this ancient power,

yet I know you will not cower

So go forth now in their time of need

Be it you, who will succeed

And you, for whom I made this pun

I loaf you, my last son

[starlightinhumanform]

I had this friend and I would sleepover at her house so often it just made more sense for me to sleep in her bed. It was big enough for both of us. But I would wake up in the middle of the night (I was always a light sleeper) and think about putting my leg over hers and holding her back close to my chest. I would think about brushing the hair out of her face. I thought it was normal. I loved her so goddamn much, even though even though it was unhealthy, even though it was codependent. We we're two snakes eating each others tails. Even though she treated me like shit. Even when she pushed me against the lockers because I walked with someone else instead of her. I had her eyes memorized, had mapped the flecks of gray in the blue.

We stopped talking in high school but I learned from another girl (who had the same name as her) that the first boy she loved cheated on her. But I think we all know he wasn't really the first.

I came over so often I still know where the spoons are in her kitchen. I know the layout of her house and the way one of the closest doors doesn't shut right. Her parents always loved me. I was witty and smart, but I knew when to shut up and act timid. I was what they never trained their daughter to do. I was what their daughter trained me to do. Her parents have gotten divorced since then. They've probably moved out of that house. The hinge on the closet door has probably been fixed. But it's still broken to me.

I would tell jokes I thought were stupid, just to see her laugh. I know the roundness of her cheeks and the thickness of her hair and how her lips always looked soft. When my lips were chapped, she would offer me Vaseline. There was a specific type of chapstick I used when I loved her; I still can't stand the scent today.

For a long time, I hated her. I hated the way she made me feel about myself and the things she did to me. Most of all I hated that I couldn't stop loving her. But I love the person I am today and she had a hand in that creation. She shaped me and molded me and forced me to grow past her. The soft clay of my body is dented with uncountable handprints; many of them are hers.

Sometimes I wonder about her. I wonder if I even touched her at all.

[grumpys-blank-worddocument]

High King An’thirion Sunreaver, Second Elven High King

On the origins of the Canrai:

The people that later came to refer to themselves as Canrai and Durathrai or High Elves and Dark Elves by the other races of the world, always had firey spirits. Seeking knowledge and understanding of the world and its workings and expansion when the world was still young. This however went against the believes of the Minrai, elves that believe they did not come to this world to advance, and meddle in outside affairs.

So a split happened in the ancestral home of the elves, wich the Minrai refer to as “the divination of the natural path.”

Those that deviated, advanced, discovered arcane magic and started building armies under harsh and unforgivingly brutal training. Developing a warrior culture that persists to this day. But so does thier thirst for knowledge, progress and true understanding of the workings of the world.

[shy-chimera]

The wind dances across a small pond in the middle of a clearing, creating ripples where it kisses the water, before racing between flowers, scattering a multitude of petals into the air. As the wind takes a short leave, a kaleidoscope of petals takes the stage for an encore. Each dancing petal slowly twirls down and around the clearing, some landing on rocks, others sailing across the pond. They bypass the ramshackled homes, each one going to pay respect at the unmarked graves within the forgotten clearing, saying hello to the poppies carefully planted there so long ago.

As the sun starts to draw close the curtains for the day, and just before night takes on its role, whispers crescendo through the clearing. Whispers of loss and vengeance find their place between the tombstones, words of love and devotion within the forgotten homes. By the rocks resides oaths of protection and breathless devotion, and by the pond, laughter and fond memories can be found.

As the last light of day fades, the moon bathes the pond into silver light. The wind returns, carrying the petals and guiding the whispers into a spell, where they take shape as two figures in an endless dance across the pond. Their footsteps glide across the silver stage, twirling in and out of the moonlight, the swaying flowers their captivated audience. Pangs of loss and vengeance, forgotten homes and death, can no longer touch them here. Their faint laughter plays a melody that rings throughout the clearing,

Finally free, and together once more.

[the-knight-tree]

episode 1 the kents are moving

Part 1

Scene 1: The Decision

Kent Farm, Late Evening

Lois leaned against the kitchen counter, flipping through a real estate listing on her laptop. Clark sat across from her, staring out the window at the fields bathed in moonlight.

Lois: "I think we’ve given Smallville enough of our lives, Clark."

(She looks up, her voice steady but tired.) "It’s time for something different—for the boys and for us."

Clark: (Still looking outside, voice low) "You think leaving will fix everything?"

Lois: (Sighs, closing the laptop) "It’s not about fixing things. It’s about giving us space to breathe. I found this place—Brook Town. It’s small, quiet, and close enough that we’re not completely starting over."

Clark turned his head slightly, his face softening.

Clark: "Brook Town..." (He nods faintly.) "I know it. Oak told me about it years ago. Said it was... special."

Lois raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued.

Lois: "Special how?"

Clark: (Shrugs, looking back out the window) "You’d have to see it to understand. If you think it’s a good idea... maybe it’s time."

Scene 2: Telling the Boys

Kent Family Living Room, Next Morning

Jonathan was lounging on the couch, tossing a football in the air. Jordan sat cross-legged on the floor, earbuds in, scrolling through his phone. Lois and Clark stood in front of them, exchanging a brief glance before speaking.

Lois: "Alright, boys. We’ve got something to talk about."

Jonathan caught the football mid-air and sat up. Jordan tugged out one earbud, looking up lazily.

Jonathan: "Uh-oh. That’s Mom’s ‘serious talk’ voice."

Jordan: (Tilting his head) "Are we in trouble?"

Clark: (Chuckles) "Not this time."

Lois: (Sits on the couch armrest) "We’ve been thinking... it’s time for a change. There’s this town nearby—Brook Town. We’re thinking of moving there."

The boys froze for a moment. Jonathan leaned forward, tossing the football onto the couch.

Jonathan: "Move? Like... leave Smallville?"

Jordan: (Frowning slightly) "We’ve barely gotten used to things here."

Lois: "I know it’s a big change, but think about it—a new start. A place where you can just be yourselves without everyone in town watching your every move."

Jonathan: (Leaning back) "I mean... it might be nice not to be the center of attention for a while."

Jordan: (Shrugs) "I guess it could be cool. New town, new people... as long as I can still hit the trails."

Clark: (Nods, smiling) "Then it’s settled. We’ll give Brook Town a chance."

Scene 3: Moving In

Brook Town, Two Days Later

The Kent family stood outside their new home—a modest two-story house with a porch that overlooked the forest in the distance. Cardboard boxes were stacked on the front steps. Jonathan and Jordan carried a few inside while Lois stood on the porch, hands on her hips, surveying the area.

Lois: (To Clark) "Not bad, huh?"

Clark: (Smiling faintly) "It’s quiet. I like quiet."

Jonathan appeared at the door, wiping his forehead.

Jonathan: "If this is what quiet looks like, I think I could get used to it."

Jordan walked up beside him, looking toward the forest.

Jordan: (Pointing) "Look at that. Trails everywhere. I’m calling it now—that’s where I’ll be."

Lois: (Grinning) "How about you call those boxes into the house first?"

Jordan: (Groans) "Fine, fine."

Scene 4: Doubts

The Kent House, Evening

Clark sat at the kitchen table, the hum of the refrigerator filling the silence. Lois walked in, drying her hands on a towel, and stopped when she saw him hunched over, his head in his hands.

Lois: (Softly) "Clark?"

He looked up, his face lined with worry.

Clark: "I’m not sure about this, Lois. People are already starting to notice us. Whispers. Questions. It feels like Smallville all over again."

Lois pulled out a chair and sat across from him.

Lois: (Firmly) "It’s been two days, Clark. Give it time. Brook Town isn’t Smallville—it’s different. You’ll see."

Scene 5: The Knock

The Kent House, Twilight

The house was quiet, the warm glow of sunset streaming through the windows. Jonathan and Jordan were in the living room—Jonathan flipping through a book and Jordan tinkering with his headphones. Lois was chopping vegetables in the kitchen. Clark stood near the window, watching the sky darken.

A knock at the door broke the silence.

Clark straightened, his eyes narrowing. He knew that knock.

Clark: (Quietly) "I’ll get it."

He walked to the door and opened it. Standing there was Oak. His presence was commanding yet warm, his smile calm.

Oak: "Clark."

Clark’s tension eased instantly.

Clark: (Smiling faintly) "Oak. It’s been a while."

Oak: (Nods) "I thought it was time I came to welcome you and your family."

Clark stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in.

Clark: "Come in. They’ll want to meet you."

Oak stepped inside, his presence filling the room like a comforting force. Jonathan and Jordan froze, staring at the tall man in the doorway.

Oak: (Looking at them, smiling) "You must be Jonathan and Jordan. I’ve heard a lot about you two."

Jonathan: (Awkwardly) "Uh... thanks. And you are?"

Oak: "I’m Oak. A friend of your father’s."

Lois appeared, her curiosity lighting up her expression.

Lois: "And I’m guessing this is the Oak I’ve heard so much about."

Oak: (Smiling warmly) "The one and only."

Scene 6: A New Beginning

That night, the Kent family sat around the dining table with Oak, sharing stories and laughter. The unease Clark had felt just hours earlier began to melt away. For the first time since the move, he felt something he hadn’t in a long time: hope.

Brook Town was different, but maybe that was what they needed. With Oak nearby and his family by his side, Clark knew they could handle whatever came next.

And whatever secrets Brook Town held, they were ready to face them—together.

part 2 the meet

Scene 1: The First Meeting

Brook Town High School, Morning

Jonathan and Jordan walked down the hallway of their new school, the bell ringing loudly as students scrambled to their classes. Jonathan nudged Jordan as they passed a group of kids whispering and pointing.

Jonathan: (Whispering) "Think they’re already onto us?"

Jordan: (Shrugs, smirking) "Maybe we’re just too good-looking."

Jonathan rolled his eyes as they disappeared into their respective classrooms, leaving behind the usual murmurs that seemed to follow the Kent boys wherever they went.

Scene 2: Lois Meets Lucy and Lana Knight

Kent House, Mid-Morning

Lois was organizing a few boxes in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. She glanced at Clark, who was folding a map of Brook Town at the table.

Lois: "You expecting someone?"

Clark shook his head, standing up to answer the door. Lois followed curiously. As Clark opened the door, Lucy stood there with a teenage girl half-hiding behind her. The girl clutched Lucy’s arm tightly, her wide eyes darting nervously to Lois and Clark.

Lucy: (Smiling softly) "Hi Clark, Lois, nice to finally meet you this is Lana."

Lana gave a tiny wave but stayed close to Lucy’s side. Lois tilted her head, studying the girl’s shy demeanor.

Lois: (Gently) "Hi, Lana. I’m Lois. You can come in—it’s okay."

Lana glanced up at Lucy, who gave her a reassuring nod. Slowly, she stepped inside, her grip on Lucy’s arm not loosening. She glanced around the house, her curiosity barely outweighing her shyness.

Clark: "It’s nice to meet you, Lana. Oak told me a little about you."

Lana nodded quickly, her voice soft.

Lana: "It’s nice to meet you too... Mr. Kent."

Clark smiled warmly.

Clark: "Just Clark is fine."

Lois came in slowly to lana, her voice kind but curious.

Lois: "Are you okay, sweetheart? You seem a little nervous."

Lana: (Fidgeting, glancing at Lucy) "I’m not good with... people. I don’t meet a lot of them."

Lucy placed a comforting hand on Lana’s shoulder.

Lucy: "She’s homeschooled. Big crowds and new faces aren’t really her thing."

Lois: (Smiling softly) "Well, you’re safe here. And don’t worry—we’re not a big crowd. Just family."

Lana gave the faintest of smiles before retreating slightly behind Lucy again.

Scene 3: Oak and Clark’s Chat

Front Porch, Midday

Clark sat on the porch with Oak, the two of them sipping coffee. Oak leaned back in the chair, his expression calm but amused.

Oak: "You’ve done well here. Nice house, quiet town. But I bet you’re still figuring out where to find the essentials."

Clark: (Smirking) "Let me guess—you’ve got a list for me."

Oak chuckled, pulling a folded paper out of his pocket.

Oak: "The best grocery store is ‘Greenfields Market.’ Small, family-owned. For clothes, head to ‘Brook Threads’—better quality than you’d expect in a town this size. And if you need anything... unusual..." (he paused, giving Clark a knowing look) "...you know where to find me."

Clark laughed, shaking his head.

Clark: "You really have this place figured out, don’t you?"

Oak: (Grinning) "Let’s just say I’ve had time to explore."

Scene 4: Lois and Lucy’s Conversation

Kitchen, Early Afternoon

Lois poured tea for herself and Lucy as they sat across from each other at the kitchen table. Lana sat at the far end of the table, nervously fiddling with a napkin but watching Lois with quiet curiosity.

Lois: "So, let’s start with the obvious. Why do you look so much like me?"

Lucy hesitated, then took a deep breath.

Lucy: "It’s... part of Oak’s world. The Tree of Life connects us all in strange ways. In some universes, it ties people together. I guess, in this one, it decided you and I should be... reflections."

Lois: (Leaning back, skeptical) "Reflections, huh? That’s a new one."

Lucy managed a small smile.

Lucy: "It’s not something I fully understand myself. But I promise—it’s nothing dangerous."

Lois studied her for a moment, then nodded.

Lois: "Alright, fair enough. Now tell me about Oak. Clark’s mentioned him, but... who is he, really?"

Lucy’s expression softened at the mention of her husband.

Lucy: "Oak is... complicated. He’s strong and stubborn, but he’s also kind. He carries the weight of two worlds—his own and this one. He tries to protect everyone, even when it costs him."

Lois tilted her head, intrigued.

Lois: "Sounds like someone I know."

Lucy smiled.

Lucy: "Clark and Oak are alike in many ways. Maybe that’s why they’ve been such good friends."

From the end of the table, Lana spoke up softly.

Lana: "Dad says Clark saved him once. He says he owes him everything."

Lois glanced at the girl, her expression softening again.

Lois: "Sounds like they’re more than just friends. They’re family."

Scene 5: Lois and Lana Bond

Living Room, Mid-Afternoon

Lana sat curled up on the couch, her knees pulled to her chest as she watched Lois with shy curiosity. Lois, seated across from her, gave a gentle smile.

Lois: "So, homeschool, huh? That must be... different."

Lana: (Quietly) "I like it. It’s quiet. But... it means I don’t meet a lot of people."

Lois: (Nods) "That’s okay. I bet you’re learning a lot though. What’s your favorite subject?"

Lana hesitated, then smiled faintly.

Lana: "History. Dad says it’s important to know where we come from."

Lois chuckled softly.

Lois: "He’s got a point. I think we’re going to get along just fine, Lana."

Lana gave a small, genuine smile, the tension in her shoulders easing just a little.

Scene 6: A Quiet Evening

Porch, Sunset, oak house

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting Brook Town in warm hues of orange and pink. Lucy joined Oak on the porch, leaning against the railing as they watched the sky. Lana sat nearby on the steps, her gaze fixed on the fading light.

Lucy: "Lois... she’s different. Strong."

Oak: (Smiling faintly) "She’s a lot like you."

Lucy glanced at him, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Lucy: "I think I like her."

Oak chuckled.

Oak: "You should. You’re more alike than you realize."

Lana turned to them, her voice soft but clear.

Lana: "I like her too. She makes me feel... safe."

The three of them shared a quiet moment as Brook Town settled into the quiet rhythm of the night.

end episode

you got to the end!!! thanks for reading

how was it? hope you liked what you read and i hope it give some of the insight of the kents first visit to brook town and what lies ahead for the knight family and the kents stay tuned more is coming

[the-scouts-codex]

Asks are open.

I think its time that I open my Asks Box. Feel free to ask things about my Twst OC, my writing, my art, my thoughts etc.

[olliaus]

There's This Girl

hey! this is a random story i just wrote, i have ideas on expanding it but this is it so far. any constructive feedback would be helpful! hope you like it!

The hurried breath, the quiet sobs, music to my ears. I am a creation of shadows and fear, and my god does this human have a lot of it. It’s beautiful. Her being will be a part of the shadows soon enough.

I’ve backed her into a corner now, she stands on shaky legs, cowering, delicious. I await her final plea, as all are different and some are even funny.

“Please,” as expected, “please, help me.”

…not as expected. What?

“If you can understand me…please, help me.”

She’s still quietly sobbing, still shaking, yet she’s asking for help. From me. A creature which she should be petrified from. It makes me pause, unwillingly, and she seems to take it as a sign to keep talking.

“You can kill me,” She says hurriedly, as if that wasn’t already going to happen. It’s nice to have permission, I suppose. “But please help me get out of this house. That man is not my dad, I don’t know how much longer I have here but I’m not dying by his hands or in his house. Not if I have anything to say about it.” 

That…is a strong confession.

I shrink my size down to what humans would consider normal before addressing the one before me. Her eyes followed my movement, tracking every small detail and shift of my form, still assessing my threat level. 

She’s smart, I have to give her that. Or just monumentally stupid. But this is interesting.

“You ask a being you couldn’t previously fathom into existence a moment ago, for help.” My voice sounds static, and the girl flinches, obviously hearing but now the fun part, does she understand? Cause if she doesn’t, well, what am I waiting around for?

She looks at me again with a look of concentration, before quietly responding, “Yes.”

She is stupid then.

I can’t help but laugh and the human flinches again, static probably filling her head. Oh well. She can understand me!

This is interesting. Fascinating, if you will. Though, now I have to wonder, how dire is this girl's situation that she’s asking me for help? Am I the only– I’m not even a living thing. Am I the first anything with a conscience this girl has seen in… well, what knows how long. Above, that’s… smart on this supposed ‘dad's’ side. Though, not so great for the girl. I could team up with the dad– no, that wouldn’t work, the girl’s clearly not that afraid of me anymore. Not that she couldn’t be again, but it just doesn’t feel natural.

I look at her again and really look, this time. She’s moved from standing to sitting with her back against the wall, knees drawn up in futile protection. She has her arms crossed in front of her, hunched shoulders, trying to make herself smaller. She has sleep shorts and a tank top on, short curly hair in a bob with bangs, tattoos decorate her arms in swirling patterns and eyes and symbols that I don’t feel like deciphering right now. The tattoos are cool though. Now I’m looking more closely, there are also bruises that line her wrists and arms, and a quick look at her legs shows the same thing. 

Oh. 

Uhhh. I am way out of my element here. 

“Listen kid,” another flinch, but she recovers fairly quickly this time, “I kinda just kill people, not get into their personal business.”

She huffs out a breath, which, wow, ok. Someone’s feeling brave. “God fucking dammit, fine whatever, then go kill him and let me kill myself in peace.”

She then starts to get up from the wall before I stop her, “Woah, wait, what? Ok,” But she’s already moving around me to apparently do whatever it was she was doing before I showed up and tried to kill her. 

I turn around to follow her but she’s already talking again, “I mean,” she scoffs, “I have spent so long playing my cards right, getting him to trust me enough to not have to sleep with a chain on. I have been playing his game just how he wants me to and now when I finally have a plan to escape everything, you come along and mess everything up!” She’s over to the storage shelves now, working herself up while still being quiet. A survival strategy, I realise.

“I mean, it was perfect! All I had to do was wait for a while without the chain so he could see I wouldn’t do anything, I had to fucking starve myself so I wouldn’t be weakened by whatever drugs he was putting in my food. I have to come down here, find out whatever medicines he’s giving me, go outside and overdose on the strongest one.” She pauses and takes a breath before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a set of keys, “I even got the fucking keys to all the deadbolts on the door,” her voice cracks as she starts to silently sob.

I stay quiet. What are you supposed to say to that? Here I was, just hoping to get a little treat on my way home and now there's this girl who would rather die on her own terms instead of being killed by something else. 

Which, love the will, but really. Now I feel like I have to be the one to get her. I mean, I’ve listened to her sob story, and it’s pretty good, plus! She even gave me a deal and who could possibly say no to a deal like that?

“I accept your deal.”

She starts, like she had forgotten I was there, which doesn’t usually happen, “What?”

“I accept your deal. To help you escape, then to kill you.”

She smiles at me, “Really?”

It’s said with so much hope, that I feel something inside of me that I don’t recognize and quickly shove to the side.

“I have nothing better to do.” Sadly, the truth. 

The relief on her face makes me feel awkward, how desperate is this girl to be grateful for me?

Before she can say anything else, the door to the basement slams open and with the light it provides I can see the girl’s face clearer. She has tan skin and freckles that line her cheeks and nose, she has green eyes, brown hair and circle glasses. Not the worse human I’ve ever seen.

The light also means that I can see all the color leave from the girl’s face as terror takes over.

“Pixie.”

…

Why is there more fear on her face right now, then when she first saw me?

[tuliplips2]

What Depression is

Depression is being in a stagnant state. As when you are Confined to your solitude. As when blues, greys, and all hues from white to black are following from behind. As when winter never ends and spring is yet to come, And soon enough your tears will have run out of salt.

Depression is always being cold and yet to find a source of warmth. As when the flick of the light is far from reach.

@mystiswords

[duothings]

Reincs Roadtrip From Hell (2351 words) by DuoTrauma Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Character(s)/Original Character(s), Original Character(s) & Original Character(s) Characters: Original Characters, Reinc Zero Cimex (OC), Time | Typhus (OC), Aelius (OC), KMA10 | K | Luck (OC), Sciz (OC), Anpu (OC), Akari Cad (OC), Eryn (OC) Additional Tags: Road Trips, Original Character(s), Original Fiction, Major Original Character(s), Original Character-centric, POV Original Character, Original Universe, Original Mythology, Minor Original Character(s), Fluff, Found Family, How Do I Tag, no beta we die like SPACE, ocs getting displaced in space time for my amusment, Violence, defenestration (throwing someone through a window), lots of curse words, also reinc using fictional gods names in vain multiple times, Time Travel, Dimension Travel, earth has no idea whats coming for them, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Crack, Minor Character Death, all the characters that die are unnamed and only show up for a few sentances, original magic system Series: Part 1 of InterTempus Summary:

time goes on a vacation, so they send any freaks that could mess with the timeline while theyre away to earth to go on a roadtrip (this cant go wrong at all)

this whole thing is self indulgent oc crack, i could talk about my ocs and their world and world building and magic systems all day lets hope i tagged this right