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thegreatobsesso · 2 years ago

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Edited today + update from meeee

Callie POV

Camilla reached inside folds of leopard print and Callie startled, flaring the energy in her outstretched hand in warning.

“Simon, if you’ll restrain your guard dog,” she said with amusement, and pulled an envelope out of her ugly coat. “Hand this over to him, would you, hun?” she said, wiggling it in Callie’s direction. “Just papers. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

Easy, Bennett sent her as he reached for the envelope. Do as she says, hand it to me.

Callie reached forward and snapped the thing from this, this Camilla’s hand, swallowing the uneasy feeling she got from the woman’s fingernails. Too sharp, too long and a wretched shade of milky pink. She passed the envelope behind her to where Bennett stood, not taking her eyes off the intruder the whole time.

She was only sure of two things at the moment: the first was that whatever was happening was bad, and the second was that it was unfolding on live TV.

Camilla conveyed ease, even boredom while Bennett put his glasses on and tore into the envelope, but Callie knew the look of someone trying to hide just how much they were enjoying themselves.

All at once, the bridge groaned with the weight of shock and disaster - she and Bennett’s bridge, not the one they were standing on.

“This isn’t…” he stammered, and she heard the flutter of paper as he flipped the pages, hoping something in it would add some kind of understandable context to the opening paragraph. Camilla just waited, and while she did, the sound Callie heard earlier grew louder. She could see now that people were rolling metal carts up the bridge bearing loads of cargo; various shapes and sizes, covered by white sheets tied tightly with rope, their wheels clattering over the cobblestone. She counted eight, nine, ten - no, even more emerged from the mist even as she stood there gawking. What the hell was going on?

Updates related to the draft and me in general underneath the cut!

Hi friends! I’m still alive, and still slowly plodding through draft two edits. In this bit above I’m cracking open the campaign plot that will keep these kids busy throughout the remainder of book 2. Which, now I guess I’m calling this three books. So. That’s, fun? 😂 On some level my brain really wants to know how many books it will be, but another part of my brain knows I have to service the story and ultimately it gon be as long as it gon be.

Thematically, it truly does make sense for it to be three books. Word count wise, draft two is.... shaping up that way. Sooooooo, I don’t know, it’s funny.

I wasn’t writing for awhile there, mostly because I started listening to the Magnus Archives and it consumed me. :) :) :) Binge-listening is the way I would describe what I’ve been doing and if anyone wants to talk about it, please for the love of christ slide into my DMs. I’m only through the first two seasons, but in a rare move where I don’t know what came over me, I kind of just started dipping my bare little toes into the fandom space here and I’m pretty sure I’ve spoiled almost everything for myself, and a small part of me regrets it, but a bigger part of me is also just.... enjoying it. I don’t want any more spoilers than I already have poisoned myself with but I do do do do do do wanna talk about it so hit me up if you are also a fan. 🙏 🙏 🙏 🙏 🙏 🙏 🙏 🙏

#the insuppressible electra ray #my wip #oc: electra #oc: simon #writing snippet #writeblr #writing excerpt #original writing #original novel #life updates

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pinkelotjeart · 2 years ago

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Brain just went, what if magnus archives but it’s a persona au and now it’s not leaving my brain

Damnit I got other fics to write but this could be such a cool concept.

It would be called the velvet archives and it’s run by the velvet room attendants (Philemon is Alias in this situation), and they’d record paranormal occurrences which would all be based on the games.

Imagine a statements about a ominous fog slowly consuming an entire town, or how a certain therapists patients suddenly have a complete change in personality, people consistently dying from psychotic breakdowns or apathy syndrome.

Like idk it would be cool, might work it out when I feel like it

#persona series #persona 5 #persona 4 #persona 3 #atlus persona #any idea #fic idea

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encrucijada · 2 years ago

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PÍA RAMBLES #5

i’m bringing you just a general update! and because i want to talk about two new projects that don’t warrant dedicated posts since... well i don’t really have a lot of information regarding them. they’re just swimming around, vaguely formed, taking up space in my brain.

disclaimer: this is my original work, plagiarism of any kind won’t be tolerated.

i have outlined (see: put in the three act structure) my books disasters to sleep through and the walk of eurydice. so now i have a much clearer idea on where the story is going and what beat i have to hit to tell it

i don’t know if my goal to finish disasters to sleep through by the end of the year will still pan out, but we’ll see. i’ll probably have more to say about this in my next dtst dedicated update once i manage to get past chapter 5

happy to announce my “books about being aroace but with magic” cinematic universe is taking shape. with the three main instalments being evergreen lung (about the inherent feeling of abandonment and sentient forests), speak, prophecy (about being blindsided by your friends romantic relationships in high school and the gift of prophecy) and fairy dust girl (about being convinced you need romance to be happy and getting kidnapped by the fae)

don’t ask me how my short story writing is going. it’s not

you probably saw me talking about wanting to write something inspired by the two ico games i have played: shadow of the colossus and the last guardian. this is the summary i am working with: as part of a ritualistic tradition, eskel is banished to the land of her ancestors to look after the gigantic beasts that have populated the place ever since her people failed at worship... twice. she is alone, with only a falcon named yeona who works as her steed by way of company. along with the massive beasts — also known as the prodigies. she is to make sure these remain healthy, that the right cleansing procedures are performed, that everything runs smoothly. as it is of the utmost importance to collect every single sneaky piece of the ancient god that, an age ago, nearly drove her people to extinction. so, she does. as is her duty until she dies.

i’m not worrying about pulling away from my obvious inspiration just yet, if i’ll ever fully concern myself with that. i subscribe to the philosophy of “write the book you want to read” and boy do i want a fantasy book that gives me the experience of an ico game. as of now, the book is little more than glorified fanfiction. i will try to make it original enough to stand on its own, but the inspiration is obvious and will probably remain obvious.

eskel and yeona are the only two true characters in the book, if you don’t count the prodigies and the a.i created by eskel’s people left behind in the sealed valley. other details include: the prodigies sort of having their own communities, light as corruption, an ever-present feeling of loneliness, tower of babel inspiration, people being slowly turned into animals, as many biomes as i can excuse, crimes against science.

so... i decided i wanted to write horror. do i know what i’m doing?? absolutely not. the only “horror” i can stomach to consume is like... the magnus archives... welcome to night vale... spines... mabel if it counts... over the garden wall if you consider it horror. and i refuse to ever watch a horror movie because i really love sleeping. but i also love the aesthetic of eldritch horror and the desire for an aesthetic is my primary driving force. presenting: haze dogs.

what is it about?? currently unclear, but here are some details i am considering: connor hidalgo lives in a town haunted by odd animals. because they can’t die, those of smaller size get captured and are kept in cages in the town. the bigger ones keep returning for food. connor took in one of the smaller animals as a pet, it looks close enough to a dog to pass for one... kind of. after finding out through a ritual performed by her friends that killed connor temporarily, she was chosen by the town to be sacrificed to the animals. seeing as, because she can’t truly die, she could be offered at infinitum.

if this was a videogame, haze dogs would be the majora’s mask to evergreen lung’s ocarina of time. in my head, the setting and vibe is very similar. only that, y’know, haze dogs is supposed to be creepy. and while the forest in evergreen lung is very much an ancient eldritch god it is not supposed to be hostile. not that i’m trying to make the odd animals in connor’s town hostile, but just because you know an animal hunts to eat doesn’t mean you wouldn’t be scared if a cougar showed up at your house. i might even have characters of evergreen lung feature in haze dogs.

that’s it for now i think. there was another story i wanted to talk about but that ran a little too long so i’ll make a dedicated post for it.

cheers, pía

#pia rambles #pia.docx #( wip ) the god's heads #( wip ) haze dogs

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erudite-rebel · 4 years ago

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i gasped when i saw your magnus archives au because i'm a huge fan and your artwork on head archivist ooblek is so incredible. do you have any stray headcanons on it, or maybe how grimm translate to entities, or anything really because i'm so fascinated with this concept.

//You got a big storm comin'

Soooo TMA AU was basically caused by @nightmarebcrn and @jinxedcrow getting me into The Magnus Archives and the subsequent chaos thereafter. Barty was actually built slowly after I began season 3 I think (but it may have been season 2 or even earlier. I remember not realizing just how bad I was setting him up for pain). I'm gonna give a write up with as few show-spoilers as possible beyond the basic concept (Entities) and I will chew on the Grimm bc I didn't quite work on them when I developed this but now that you said it that brain's a-firin' away.

So!

The Archivist of Beacon AKA Why Barty Can't Have Nice Things

While I have written a statement on Barty's past, I'll do a quick write up of his history and who he is as the Archivist.

With all of my iterations of Barty, he is neurodivergent. He has Aspergers (low-spectrum Autism) and ADHD. This presents primarily in hyperfocus, being less than adept at social situations, a tendency to shy away from direct eye contact, and stimming (bouncing his leg, jittery movements, counting in dead languages).

Different to his canon verse, Barty is an only child and his parents were of equal age.

His first contact with the entities was when he was a young boy. He was raised primarily running around a now closed, privately run museum that operated near Oxford University. While no doubt several of the items within have made their way into the Beacon Artifact Storage, at the time he was aware of nothing specifically evil. A new lot acquisition included an unusual set of canopic jars that were written off by several scientists as very good fakes. Despite that, one of the employees – Dr. Herbert Renshaw – became obsessed with them and succumbed to their lure. He killed four people by removing critical organs and permanently disfigured a fifth before disappearing with them. While Barty witnessed the attack which killed his parents, and saw what it entailed, he repressed much of it for most of his life. Working at Beacon brought most of it back.

After his parents died he was looked after by his grandfather, who was a strict and no-nonsense veteran of the second World War. The arrangement lasted only two years before he died of cancer and Barty was released into the foster system, inheritance waiting for him when he turned 18.

Shuttled through foster homes, Barty became something of a punk. He had a big chip on his shoulder, was lonely and desperate for a place to fit in when there were so few that could address his needs. Finally he was sent somewhere with a reputation for 'curing' delinquency. Without knowing it he entered a residence under control of the Web.

Qrow Branwen was in his year in high school. While he and Barty didn't at once know each other, as they were both rather withdrawn and loners, they eventually grew close because of similar interests and attitudes. After a few months Qrow spotted a tell-tale scar on the back of Barty's neck. He'd escaped the same boys home the year before in a bid to be placed elsewhere with his twin. Suddenly frightened for Barty's life, he hatched a plan to help Barty escape. Because Barty was far more under the influence of the Web than Qrow had been it had turned into a rescue mission than a run away. The two of them burned the home to the ground and somehow managed to evade implication.

Barty went to stay with Qrow and Raven with their foster mother, Morrigan Branwen. She was careful to help with his needs, and Barty loved her like a mother, though he never considered Raven or Qrow his siblings. In Qrow he'd developed a bad crush that quickly turned into a deep, devoted love. While Barty wasn't much given to the concept of soulmates, he considered Qrow exactly that.

He and Qrow both were accepted into University and he'd thought they would always be together. Eventually though Qrow began to fade away from him, consumed by something else, and dropped out of University. He cut off contact and disappeared. Barty didn't see him again until Morrigan's funeral and never got any explanation for what happened.

Years later Barty obtained both his doctorate in history and a degree in archaeology. His interests were always skewed to the occult, though something always kept him back from pursuing the real deal of the supernatural. He was looking forward to a life of academia, though something always felt empty to him. Sometimes he'd see a familiar face in a crowd and his neck would itch before they disappeared. He never really gave up the torch he carried for Qrow either, despite trying to move on.

After a talk he gave on a lesser known cult during the height of the Egyptian empire, Dr. Ozpin Newman approached him about a job as Head Archivist in Beacon Academy. He might not have accepted the position if he had already been tenured, but Barty had a shaky research position at the University of London, and Ozpin was offering a good contract. Despite knowing Beacon's reputation he agreed... no one could deny the credentials of a Head Archivist of a major academic institute, even one with ties to potential supernatural research.

It was there he is reunited with Qrow again and settled into his job, hardly questioning why Ozpin might want him... why he made such an excellent candidate for Archivist. He was determined to set the archives right after Maria Calavera's treatment of them, set on making a difference, trying hard to hold onto the belief that encounters – despite having been involved in two such events on his own – were rare.

Fear has a way of catching up, has a way of mutating you, as he was ensnared by The Eye, and caught up in a careful game of chess between Avatars. Guilt is acid in his veins as he loses his employees one by one to different entities. Scars began to pile. Secrets began to be revealed, whether the information merely curled out towards him, or a few careful worlds could force them from the lips of those he put question to.

Eventually he had to wonder if he was even really human anymore... when the voyeuristic statements of fear were far more nourishing to his body than food. But surely it's human to be willing to kill to protect Qrow and his people, to make the world right again?

So, that's kind of a basic write up. As for Grimm, I am currently toying with creatures that are far more horrifying than their base in RWBY. The Grimm are soulless manifestations of dangerous concentrations of fear given form, residual negative energies forming into mindless beasts able to be controlled and guided by their Avatars, provided that Avatar embraces its calling. Tools to reap yet more energy for the entities beyond the veil.

#recent history; headcanons #is anything really real anymore?; tma au #the archivist of beacon; tma #anything else you would like to inquire?; answered #becomestorm

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