#prologue.

[tempestclan-dev-clangen-comic]

Prologue.

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[facepeeled]

❝ that’s a lot of blood. ❞ ( hello! )

"ain't nothing i can't handle," she says, wiping her gushing nose on the back of her hand. it's nothing she hasn't seen before, either-- seems to cricket like she's always bleeding from something or the other. orifices and cuts and bruises bursting the blood vessels under her skin. she's used to getting beat. used to being hit. used to slipping with her knife on the table and cutting herself. "don't act so concerned," she warns, giving him a stern look.

[empcrer]

@lovedrain inquired –

“Don’t you dare.”

That was most certainly NOT the voice of a little girl.

What once cowered at the sight of her mentor about to be consumed now scrunched her face into an insulted scowl. The child hissed, hunching over as a burst of green flame erupted from her back. From the fire came a pair of translucent, tattered wings, which rustled like wet leaves in autumn as they spread wide.

The ‘child’ began to march towards him. On all fours. Walking with a gait impossible for a human, and with an air of authority illogical for an 8-year old.

The sneer parted, and her lips unfolded like mandibles. A forked, harpoon-tipped tongue lashed out at him with every venom-laced word.

“I’ve been feeding off this one for too long for some… some street rat to take it from me!”

The alleyway filled with the furious beating of wings. A hoof - gnarled and puckered - slammed down between him and the prize.

“Back. Off.”

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤– perhaps a victim to some patron of pestilence. The rogue illithid is thankful for not having a sense of smell. This child's uncanny gait and appendages scream of its putridness.

The cloaked Emperor drops the dazed humanoid from his grasp. He was mere inches from consuming their mind. Though he took note of how easy they were to bend, yet from this uncanny child's statement… there might not be much to feast upon anyway.

No matter.

That wouldn't give him a reason to flee the scene. He wouldn't go down to the level of animalistic tendency of fighting over scraps– illithids are above that. Instead, he holds his head high and sends a strong psionic wave with a force that stings and pushes anything in its path– akin to a carnival master whipping an unruly beast.

" You may wish to reconsider challenging me. " The Emperor warns, hoping his warning was enough to alert the uncanny child that they're dealing with an illithid; a being that lacks earthly emotion. " Or it may be your mind I feast upon this night. "

[krossan]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘 . 𝑃𝑅𝑂𝐿𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸 . ...ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉᵃᵏᵉʳ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ...

[hillerska-official]

Oh btw I'm reading another star trek novel and chapter 1 just opens like this

[kenchann]

as usual i love drawing the hw boys with my yuu o(*￣▽￣*)ブ yuus fit (i might change it lol etcetc)

[forgettable-au]

PROLOGUE

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 1-9)

AND SO IT BEGINS!

[CONTINUE] [MASTERPOST]

[tawnysoup]

[yonch]

EVERYONE'S FAVORITE COSMIC JOKE

[pillowspace]

You could tell them about the loops. If you wanted. It wouldn't be cruel. Death doesn't hang over your heads anymore. // They already know something's wrong with you anyway. On the day it all ended, you had sobbed until you lost your voice. You haven't spoken a single word since, denying them of an explanation. // It... wouldn't be cruel. It...

...The way they look at you. They look at you as if they think they still recognize you. // Would that go away? Would it make you a liar to let them think you never stopped being you? // Hey, Sif! Come see what [...]

Sometimes I think about what it would've been like if defeating the King really had been the solution for SASASAP Siffrin. Thousands of loops, and suddenly the hammer of success coming down out of nowhere without anyone even having to know what you went through.

[ceeejus]

looks like my summer vacation is… over.

[facepeeled]

"If you don't have a date for the prom next Friday... would you like to go with me?" // from set!

of course cricket doesn't have a date. she doesn't even go to the podunk high school the rest of the teenagers in town go to. and though she's known to fool around with just about anyone, she doesn't get asked on many dates. she's pretty enough, sure, but nobody wants to be seen in public with her.

the last thing she's expecting is for a girl to ask her. "you mean like as friends?" she asks. "i guess i'd be down to crash it. maybe we could spike the punch bowl." she's seen that in enough movies. maybe it'll make her seem normal.

[ashleys-doodle-corner]

Oops, all Loops and Siffrin!Loops! Great for a balanced diet!

(these are all transparent, so feel free to use them for whatever. i'm letting them run out into the wild)

[insertdisc5]

my two timeloop RPGs, START AGAIN: a prologue and In Stars and Time, are on sale during Steam's Summer Sale!

if you like stories about being stuck in a timeloop and being Totally Fine About It, those babies are for you ✨✨✨

[sweetsmalldog]

The problem about having brainrot for your own fic is that I want to talk about it constantly but I don’t want to spoil anything but I want to talk about motives and characters and just the events but I want to preserve mystery and suspense