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ourfatherwhoartinhell · 8 months ago

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Silent Hearts // [Part I]

Pairing | Cowbell x reader

Word count | 3.2k

⚠️ Warnings | Canon divergence, f!reader, Cowbell is Cowbell. TW for blood, a little bit of violence, mention of death, attempted assault (nothing happened)

Chapter Summary: You like to go to the cemetery once a week to replace the flowers. This time you were followed by some Brothers of Sin. Along the way you meet Cowbell and learn he's a little different than the rest, but then again... so are you.

A/N: Okay so this is largely based on my interpretation of Cowbell. I love the idea that his name is actually Felix (like how Special is Phil) so that will be used now and again. Visuals for the guy are based off of Endopyre's amazing art on Tumblr, literally cannot get it out of my head.

This will eventually have a few parts as I make more stories between Bell and the reader. Take this as their origin story, but theres more to come! xoxo

You really liked spending time in the cemetery. Most of the Siblings thought you were crazy, but amongst the dead is where you found your soul’s purpose.

The Abbey didn’t have a lot of residents. It had even less that devoted their life to the Ministry long enough to be laid to rest in the unholy ground it stood upon. You made a point to go out once a week and replace the wilting flowers with new ones so they knew their devotion was still appreciated after they were gone. Once a month you would help clean off the headstones and make sure everything was well kept.

You weren’t the only one who came to visit. Obviously family members and relatives came to pay their respects or check in. The groundskeeper quickly became your friend after he accidentally locked you in one of the mausoleums during his nightly rounds.

Dusting off the gothic angels that kept watch over the Emeritus brothers, you remembered the door being chained shut behind you. He didn’t come back until morning to find you asleep on the well swept floor. That night you appreciated the time to study the ornate decor - once you found candles to light the room of course. Each brother had a distinct design outlining their final resting place. It was beautiful.

The next morning you spoke with the groundskeeper and all was well. He took extra care to make sure you weren’t in any small cracks before he locked up anywhere after that. It became quite a funny story.

This trip out would be no different. Armed with a basket of Mountain’s newest and prettiest flowers, you happily strolled towards the cemetery gates. The ghoul kept a separate batch just for the occasion, helping the newer ones grow if they weren’t quite ready.

The theme for this week were tulips, a batch of baby blue, peach and yellow. You had enough so each resident got one of each. The gate creaked as it opened and shut behind you, walking up the grassy hill to where your silent friends waited.

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’– this walk never gets easier,” you panted, holding the skirt of your habit as you finally reached the top.

You always started from the left, working around to the right. Weaving back and forth between the rows, you placed the flowers delicately at the base of the headstones with a smile. The sun was starting to set beyond the hill. Your chores ran late so you were out later than normal, most days you were finishing up and headed back to the Abbey by now.

Turning the corner to start the last row, you stopped to count the remaining stems, making sure Mountain had given you enough. Your head shot up at the sound of a branch loudly snapping beyond the treeline. The wind kicked up, causing the gate to creak at the base of the hill as you tried to make out whether you could see who was there. Convincing yourself it was just an Earth ghoul doing a perimeter check, not noticing anything out of the ordinary you restarted your count.

“Twenty-eight… twenty-nine… thirty,” you nodded assuredly. 10 spots left. Just enough for everyone to get the same.

“Well, well. Look who we have here fellas.” A male voice spoke, startling you slightly. “You thought the ghouls were the weirdest thing in the Ministry, take a look at this one. Probably wants to dig them up and fuck 'em.”

You huffed in anger and turned to face them, placing the second last batch of flowers against the headstone. “What can I do for you?”

There were 3 of them. You didn’t recognize the other two, but the leader was in the same initiation group as you. You knew he was trouble when you both arrived at the Ministry. Clearly he was training some new goons in his tactics of being an asshole.

“Nothing, Sister,” he spat. “We were just coming by to make sure you were alright, being out here all alone. Wouldn’t want one of those feral ghouls coming and eating you up, now would we?”

“The ghouls are the least of my worries,” you said, gripping the basket tighter. You tried to look confident as they stalked closer.

You couldn’t tell where it originated, but a deep rumble weaved through the trees as the Siblings began to slowly surround you. The basket you carried slipped out of your hands as your nerves were quickly taking over.

“Look, we got her scared,” one of the newest members spoke up.

“Don’t come any closer. You know you aren’t allowed to h-hurt anyone.” You stuttered. “It’s against the rules.”

“And rules only apply to the living.”

You froze.

This time it wasn’t one of the trio that spoke. It was a gravelly, battle-hardened voice behind you. The faces of the boys in front told you all you needed to know. Their looks of terror extended beyond you, focused on where the other being stood. At least you assumed he was standing, you weren’t about to turn around and check. You just wanted to wake up from the nightmare this day turned into.

You shut your eyes, hoping this was all just a bad dream. A gust of air blew past and you heard a variety of growl-like rumbles off in the distance. Then it all went quiet. No more wind, no crunching of leaves, no taunts, or even breathing from the terror trio that were just mere inches from you.

Slowly opening your eyes, it was like it was all a dream. The three Siblings were nowhere to be found. The flowers were all in their rightful places. The last of the tulips waiting in the basket that sat at your feet.

You glanced around to see if they had given up and ran back to the Abbey, but the path up to the Ministry was clear. If they had started back, you would’ve seen them clear as day from the vantage point the cemetery had upon the hill.

You quickly placed the remaining flowers on the final grave before noticing a ghoul walking up the steps towards you.

He was tall like Mountain. He had a cloud-like mask that weaved through his dark, shoulder length hair and fully covered his eyes - indicating his element was at least part Air. As he got closer, you could notice the various piercings decorating his pointed ears. There were three more placed through the bridge of his nose and a couple around his lips. You wondered for a moment if they had been painful.

He walked as if he didn’t even notice you, completely lost in thought. His long strides carrying him quickly towards you before you gasped at the sight of blood splattered all over his chest and dripping down his face. He didn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest about it. You, however, had never seen anything like that before.

Your sharp inhale was enough to stop him in his tracks. His pointed ears twitched as he looked around without much direction, trying to locate exactly where the sound came from. It was at this point you realized this ghoul might not be able to see properly.

You weren’t sure why you slowly started walking towards him. He was clearly unstable and had just killed something, or someone. Yet the pull to him was hard to resist.

“Um,” you spoke softly, so as to not startle him. At this moment, you still weren’t sure if he even knew you were there. “Thank you for scaring them off. I really appreciate it.”

His attention turned directly to you, but it was different. Without eyes it was hard to tell exactly where his sightline was, but his head tilted upon hearing your voice.

Okay, so he can hear but he can’t see - noted.

You shuffled nervously under his obstructed gaze, slightly unsettled that he was just standing there without speaking. It was almost like he was studying you, the way his head tilted from side to side and his ears twitched back and forth before he finally spoke.

“It’s strange…”

No shit. “Want to elaborate? A lot of this is strange.” You replied, the reality of your situation slowly starting to settle in.

“I can’t hear you.”

It was your turn to tilt your head in confusion, raising your voice to try again. “I said: ‘What’s strange? A lot of this is–”

“No no, Kitten. I can hear your voice just fine.” The ghoul smirked, the situation clearly amusing him. “Your heart, I can't hear it.”

Your brow furrowed. You didn’t realize that being able to hear heartbeats was a common ghoul trait; you didn’t know much about ghouls to start with anyway, only talking to them in passing. Exchanging momentary glances and friendly acknowledgements in the halls.

“I apologize, where are my manners? What’s your name, little one?” He asked as he leant his large body against one of the headstones, flicking stones off the top with his pointed fingers.

You scoffed a little. You weren’t all that short, but you assumed to him everyone else would indeed seem quite small. You had a fleeting thought that his enormous stature would easily rival Mountain. “(Y/N)”

The ghoul seemed to like that answer, a large grin appearing on his face showcasing many of his sharp fangs.

“And you are?” You prompted.

“Felix,” he said nonchalantly. “But almost everyone calls me Cowbell, or Bell. If we’re close you can possibly call me Cow without too much consequence.”

You stifled a laugh, letting a small snort escape through your nose as you hurried to cover your mouth.

“Something funny?”

“No! Not at all. It’s just… Cowbell?”

Instead of being offended, his grin just grew larger as he became more amused. “An unfortunate nickname from a long time ago.”

You nodded, accepting the explanation.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking.” You moved in closer, resting against the headstone across from him. “Are you, blind by any chance? Sorry if I’m assuming. I just can’t help but notice all of this,” you were talking about the mask he wore, forgetting he couldn’t see your gestures. “And the way you look around.”

He nodded. “I am. From birth actually. I created this veil of sorts to stop people from staring. Apparently my damaged eyes are a little too unsettling for the Clergy.”

If you weren’t curious about this ghoul before, you sure were now.

“How come I’ve never seen you around the Abbey before?”

“I’m not allowed inside. I’m what you might call a ‘shit-disturber’.” He chuckles. “I was given an ultimatum: it was either solitary confinement in the catacombs, or living out the rest of my days in the woods.”

“That's awful!” You exclaimed. Never having been to the catacombs, you weren’t exactly sure what they were like. However, you knew he most likely made the right choice. At the very least, out here he was free to do as he wished.

“It’s not so bad, I promise.” He shrugged it off, the last of the pebbles discarded.

You sat in silence for a moment, the sun beginning to set. “You said something about… not hearing my heartbeat? Is that something ghouls can normally do?”

He shook his head. “No. It’s just a me thing. Since I don’t have my sight, my other senses are heightened. Hearing unfortunately being one of them. Heartbeats are like fingerprints, everyone’s is slightly different. Mixed with other things, it’s how I tell people apart.”

You nodded, trying to follow along as he explained.

“I can hear everyone’s all the time. Awake, asleep, it doesn’t matter. It drives me nuts most days, especially in crowds.” He paused. “I can’t hear yours though. As we’re sitting here it’s just... quiet.”

“Strange.”

“Indeed.”

The wind picked up and you shivered. Only dressed in your summer clothes, the suns rays were no longer warming you as it set behind the hills. The ghoul didn’t seem affected by the shift in temperature in the slightest.

“Do you know you’re covered in blood?”

The ghouls head tilted and you could see his lip curl in confusion before he let out a short laugh. “I didn’t, but that's a more common situation than you’d imagine.”

“Um…” you didn’t really know how to answer that, so you switched directions. “There’s a rainwater barrel beside the groundskeeper’s house. I could help you wash it off your face at the least? The clothes are up to you though.”

A genuine smile crossed his face at the offer. “That would be nice, thank you.”

He would never admit it, but no one had been this kind to him right off the bat. For most people it was a phase of avoidance and fear before they warmed up to his peculiar ways - the few people that he met before being banished to the woods that is.

The walk down the hill to the groundskeeper’s residence was mainly made in silence. Felix skillfully catching you from falling when you got halfway down, your foot sliding through a puddle of blood that stained the grass - remnants of the first body he dragged away by the throat moments ago. He was quick to convince you it must’ve been a wet spot from yesterday's rain. Praying the fading sunlight would keep his secret.

Alongside the house was indeed a barrel full of water. He would have to make a mental note of that for the future. He mainly used the lake to wash off the mess of his hunts, but sometimes he felt dirtier leaving the water than before he got in it.

In the Pit, Bell took very good care of his appearance. His skin was well taken care of, he took pride in his hair and the softness of his few patches of white fur. After being cast out, now he only had his tongue to groom himself. It was straight up humiliating. So the rainwater would be a nice change, at least fish didn’t shit in it.

You knew the groundskeeper left a few rags and things hanging on the clothesline in case you needed it. You figured this was a good enough reason to grab one. You told Felix to stay there while you went to pick one off the line.

There was a spout at the bottom of the barrel to fill watering cans or connect hoses, but you just popped the top off and dipped the corner of the towel into the water. You picked a dark grey one in the hopes that it wouldn’t suspiciously turn red.

Turning around with the damp towel you paused. “I– um… sorry I’m not 8 feet tall. Can you sit?”

He nodded silently and sat on the edge of the stone wall that ran alongside the house. “Woof.”

Your eyes went wide as he chuckled, clearly expecting anything but that response.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. You asked me to sit– never mind. Do continue.”

You couldn't help but let a soft chuckle pass through your own lips, now understanding the context. You took a quick look at his face, deciding where you were going to start.

“Can I start on your neck? The right side?” You wanted to make sure you didn’t startle him with the sudden touch, since he wasn’t able to see you coming.

“Of course, I can’t see where the blood is.” He tilted his head up and to the side, getting a better look at his numerous fangs and piercings at this angle while he spoke. “My cleanliness is in your hands. Make me look pretty again.”

This ghoul with his off-hand comments. You smiled and shook your head before telling him you were about to start.

Wiping the cloth over the stained areas, the mostly dried blood came off with surprising ease. All the while you were cleaning off his neck, you couldn’t get his comment out of your head. He was a pretty ghoul. Maybe not conventionally, he had a ton of piercings and you could already see a few scars, knowing he probably had a few more around at the very least.

You stood back to rinse out the cloth and re-wet it, turning back to find him grinning at you.

“What are you smiling about?”

“I could feel you staring.”

“Wh– how?” Your face flushed, you didn’t even know you were looking at him that long. “I mean I wasn't…”

“It’s alright, Kitten. You can stare.” He shrugs. “Not much experience with ghouls I’m assuming?”

You shook your head before remembering to verbalize. “Not really, no. In the halls mainly,” you began to wipe the blood off his jaw, working your way to the mass of red smeared over his bottom lip and chin. “You’re the first I’ve ever had a proper conversation with actually.”

He hummed in contemplation. “The first ghoul you’ve talked to. First time I’ve heard silence in someone’s company… today is full of firsts.”

“I like firsts, they always lead to interesting things.”

He couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face as you rinsed the towel one more time, returning to work on the main concentration of blood below his lip.

You tried your hardest to work carefully around his piercings so as not to bother them too much. There was so much blood that you had to rinse twice, rubbing with significant force before all that was left was a little bit on the side–

“Ow.” Felix mumbled, trying not to move.

Confusion crossed your face before your eyes quickly went wide, noticing the streak of fresh blood run down his chin. “Oh my gosh, did I do that?”

Felix’s chest rumbled in amusement. The sound was covered by conveniently timed thunder off in the distance as you dabbed at it, trying not to smear it further. If the sun had still been lighting the sky, you would’ve noticed that the blood was not red like the rest, but actually black.

“I don’t know where that came from. Huh.” He smirked. “Weird.”

You happened to look up. Noting his fangs on that side covered in it, as well as his tongue as it passed over the puncture wound on his bottom lip. You immediately took a step back with an unamused scowl.

“You did that on purpose.”

“Maybe,” his head tilts once again. It was clearly a ghoulish trait. “I just wanted to see how you would react. You got so worried, it was very cute.”

If your eyes could roll further back into your skull, you would be searching for the brain cell that made you fall for his tricks and immediately cussing it out. You huffed in frustration, turning to abandon your efforts before something behind you pulled you back into him.

“Your face was so close to mine, I just wanted you to stay there a little bit longer.”

Your brow furrowed as you looked over your shoulder to see what pushed against your back, only to find a strong tail with white fur at the end. Having never interacted with many ghouls before, this in itself was a bit of a shock. Nevertheless everything else that had just happened in the last hour. People simply do not have tails!

But he wasn’t really a person at the end of the day. Was he?

[Next]

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ritualofcirice · 4 months ago

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chaiandsage · 5 months ago

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hi um. Having just finished my fourth (?) read of trust life, i have a couple things to say/ask

the first thing is Oh My God it’s incredible probably one of my favourite fics ever your writing is amazing and the characterisation is always on point

The next thing is how much planning went into the fic before writing? Theres so much detail and you clearly knew where everyone was and when

also just out of pure curiosity, did you have any sort of map of the world its set in? Or just the mental image ?

"You clearly knew where everyone was and when." Raph let me tell you it was a literal miracle I only had like one or two slip-ups on that end (that I know of). To this day I have no idea how I got away with it. There were just so many moving parts with five teams, fifteen people, and however many breakups/makeups/exes/friendships to keep track of. I had to remember which characters knew which bits of information at any given time, which characters were still left in the dark about certain things, and what lives everyone was on. I kept forgetting that players do NOT respawn with their belongings during this game and had to keep fixing that, same idea with trying to remember where everyone's last sleeping spot was so that they'd respawn in the correct locations whenever they died. It was… a lot. Not saying this fic wasn't still insanely fun to write though. It was both of those those things.

I did have an outline made that I roughly stuck to that covered a decent amount of what happened from beginning to end. A lot of it got cut out cause that fic was getting WAY too long. But to answer your question, yeah, there was a LOT of planning. My outline for this fic literally just consisted of a bunch of 1-3 sentence paragraphs explaining what events would pass and why in very simple terms, and even that took up like a couple dozen pages. But there was also a lot of stuff that I threw in while the fic was still being updated.

Like, I still wanted to try to work in what was going on with the cc's in the real world since most of this story was suppose to take place 6 months later. So when 6 months later had passed in real life I tried to tweak the story accordingly as best I could which really just required me to change up a few of the places they went to once the game had ended. The decision to have Jimmy flee to Evo was also something I changed while still posting chapters. I was thinking about somehow making him go back to the Third Life server instead but then thought: "How cool would it be if Grian's emotions were tied to Evo and that caused his, Jimmy's, and Bigb's conversation to be 10x more dramatic?" So I did that instead.

Then there was also a change with the Deep Frost Citadel, the location for that setting getting changed a couple of times. I was originally gonna have Scott tell Tango he loved him for the first time back in Tumble Town but then only realized months later that "wait- wait a minute�� It NEVER RAINS desert biomes!!" So yeah, more tweaking of the story went on there but I definitely think the change ended up being for the better regardless of the whole rain problem, lol. But yeah, once again: a lot. A lot of planning went into that story (what I wouldn't give to be half as enthusiastic about actual important life stuff as I was with this fic). But there was also a lot that was changed and cleaned up as it was still being written.

As for a map, I HAD one at one point but ended up tossing it once the fic ended. But here's a hasty re-drawing from memory that I may or may not have forgotten to include a few things in:

I actually had some fun remaking this, so thank you for that! Also huge thanks for reading my fic! I am losing my marbles at the fact that you liked it enough to read it four times and that it’s one of your favorites too? Oh my god?? Thank you so much!

#asks #trust life

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shoopsthereitis · 2 months ago

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oooh i love a good road trip fic tell me about it!

ah haha ahahhh okay so my roadtrip fic is actually so tragic. essentially, James has this solo roadtrip across the US he's been planning forever, but like a month before he's set to go he and regulus get in a bad car accident and James tragically dies :/ (rip)

BUT in his grief regulus decides to go on the trip to honor James. he follows his route, meets people along the way and its really an exploration of grief. also James haunts the narrative...literally...he keeps showing up in the car throughout the trip.

@messrsrarchives or @houndsinhades read the first 3 chapters and know how much I love a character haunting the narrative

here's a snippet bc idk if ill ever publish this even though theres 3 chaps written and its fully outlined but I love it so so sooo much:

The route is pulled up on his phone, the photo of him and James from their first date sitting underneath the car radio where he can always see it. Regulus is here. And James isn’t, and that fills him with more guilt than he knows what to do with. His hands grip the wheel, knuckles going bone-white with force as he swallows a lump in his throat. Tears are begging to fall from his eyes, but he’s worried if he lets them start, they won’t stop. Regulus considers calling Sirius or Pandora, but he just got here, he can't do that yet. He looks at the photo, James’ hazel eyes bright with life and everything comes spilling out of him. Sat in the carpark of the rental car company Regulus sobs. “Fuck!” His eyes squeeze shut, hand smashing against the steering wheel. “Oi, it’s not the car’s fault you know.” Regulus’ eyes shoot open, head whipping towards the passenger seat. The breath is completely knocked out of him at what he sees. James. “James? What–how–you can’t be here? You’re–” “Dead? Yeah, sorry love. Still dead.” “I don’t understand.” “You needed me, so I’m here.” Brows knitted together, Regulus finds himself speechless. Is he going insane? “You’re not going insane, Regulus.” James says with soft eyes. “I don’t see how I can’t be? I’m talking to the ghost of my dead boyfriend?” “First off–I’m not a ghost. Second–to reiterate, you’re not insane.” “If you’re not a ghost then what the fuck are you?” Regulus says with a sharp tone. James smiles, “There you are.”

this wip game

#roadtrip fic!!#its so sad #but also healing? like only the first 2 chapters are super sad #I mean James is dead the whole time so that's sad #but #idk I love this fic sm #ask game #sar is sobbing

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valerieality · 8 months ago

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WAIT I GET A TAG I LOVE THIS !!!! u must tell me all about ur fantasy dr now omg

RAAAAH OKAY. Im working on a Notion thingy that I'll link when its "done", and i loath everyday that i havent figured out the magic system yet, but heres the super basic outline:

- Its a european medieval fantasy setting, magic and mythical creatures and such (the only humanoids are like. Elves and Humans though, so not quite high-fantasy)

- I live with my adopted dad + mentor, Cassius, on this collection of floating islands called the Peregrine Islands

- Dragons are a fairly big part of the world but are severely under researched, so we work in a government funded program to study dragons. but this usually means just dicking around with them lol

- Gods are real (though not all powerful). the two primary Gods are Celia of the Moon and her sister Seraphis. Seraphis is commonly known as the sun goddess but shes technically a god of twilight and dawn. Celia's followers are all very different with different styles of worship but generally Celia sends signs through dreams, where as Seraphis dormant because every few hundred years she makes these big "miracles" and exhausts all her power

- The 9 levels of hell are real and each level has a legendary weapon associated with it. In order to keep the 9 Hells closed, the weapons are sealed away in each of the 9 capitals of the world. Eventually one of them (I dont remember which weapon it was my b <\3) gets stolen by this shapeshifter mf and pawned off to pirates but idk where that plotline is going juuust yet 👀

- im Super Cool and also Arospec in this reality so in my dr i naturally have a love triangle goin on 🤘 plan is polyamory but we'll see how it goes lol. One is a boy-next-door type from an old-western-style town me + Cassius visit sometimes, other is from an arctic tribe with these cool seaglass beaches i found on pinterest and immediately adopted into the universe jdbsksbsj

- yeah generally Stuff Is Going On LMAO but 99% of my time in my DR is me going on research trips, special requests from the princess, and housekeeping for dragons lol. eventually im gonna have to write a wholeass BOOK on them and even defining what a dragon IS is going to be such a task oml. but i <3 my work

- other animals like jackalopes and unicorns and phoenixes and merfolk will exist for sure for sure for sure, but ive always been autistic about dragons and that WILL NOT change there

- My riding dragon is a pretty common one but hes my bestest friend ever ever everrrr. Hes an orange + white feathered wyvern called Solstice and I'd die for him a thousand times over. His species typically keep to family groups in these like, year-round autumn forests near the peregrine islands? but during certain times of year theres like. 30-50 of them hanging out in fields to even out the food sources yk. without the camouflage of the forests they just rely on strength in numbers :] i have to go every year but honestly its a vibe. theyre a very docile dragon lol

- Cassius' riding dragon is a very serious girlie called Juno !!! Cassius worships Celia of the Moon very dutifully so even his dragon is moon themed lol. Juno is like a SUPER DUPER rare kind of dragon where they have a really long life span because their eggs almost never hatch. they only hatch on eclipses, and theyre super fun too because if they hatch during a Lunar Eclipse you get the horned variant (Juno), and if they hatch during a Solar Eclipse you get the frilled variant :D!!!! I gotta sit down and properly design them one day but AAAA

- OH Familiars also exist here!! they basically work as like a reservoir of magic if that makes sense? The spell it takes to get one is super tedious and draining but Cassius helped me with like, support spells so i managed. Familiars basically either can double the strength of one spell, or allow you to cast an additional one. They can take on basically any shape so long as its mobile because magic isnt stationary. Mine is a blue tiger cub named Tybalt/Tibby (Hes based on my favourite stuffed animal lol). most familiars are semi-tangible and pretty small - Tibbys about the size of a small rabbit. Familiars natively make like. Wind chime/glass clinking noises :3

#THIS IS SUCH AN INFODUMP LMAO IM SO SORRY #im basically gonna be befriending dragons everywhere. thats the DR Bdjsvsksh #and kissing boys but what else is new. everyone wants me 😼 /j #reality shifting #shifting #callie says stuff #law of assumption #shiftblr #AND YES ALL MY MOOTS GET TAGS. ITS IMPORTANT 2 ME #jesse tag #fantasy life #fantasy dr #🍁

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3, 7, 20, 40

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic i was gonna say that its all over the place but that's like a lie i generally very solidly work from outward in. like depending on how long/complex the idea is i'll either start from the very broad strokes of figuring out the themes/character arcs of the whole piece & then go in deeper by coming up with scenes to decide how they get through each point of that arc, and after i know what Scenes im writing i'll write out the beats of a specific scene line by line with what happens. if there's ever dialogue or a conversation in a scene i'll write that out, sometimes nearly exactly but sometimes deeply stupidly. see: from my current wip

it's like deeply. i need to have everything i want to write written out before i go to actual prose so when i get to writing im not Floundering over figuring out what happens next and translating it into something that sounds good but my outlines do bring me joy from how silly they are next to very serious dialogue. like im not even saying whos saying what here i just Know

7. How do you choose which POV to write from? uh it's different every time. POV is a very fun thing for me when it comes to writing; i love working out the style of narration i'm going to use, the tense, the character & how that all fits into the story. so sometimes i just do it because i want to write in that character's voice--one example i can think of is my ze fic that's half from clover's pov because i want to write in the brain of a character i can justify thinking things like 'fuck me with a chainsaw'. the other times im thinking Intentionally about pov it's about how the information works. ie in sacred text on post-it notes i wanted to do sections about each pevensie sibling from the pov of a different sibling because i liked the interplay of information--ie, susan can say things about peter that he'd never admit himself, but she's also bringing her own biases and lack of info to it. that fic was actually going to have a whole second half set in england where i had different povs to further explore that sort of thing but. well. 10000 words already. a lesser vers. of that is the werewolf au where it started from peter because i needed to introduce the au from someone who knew what was going on, but then i had caspian because you gotta do the second part from someone who doesn't know whats going on to get it + you don't want to Know whats happening in peter as a wolfs head because like. he doesn't either. and then i went back to peter mostly for symmetry & the sweet sweet emotion of having to put your entire trust into someone you hardly know

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc? i think i'd have to write more for some of this to really come out, but i pull intentionally a lot from my own life to write characters, so there's got to be lots of those basic jester themes, you know, characters who have facades, characters who are always really stressed on the inside and never letting it out, characters who are , well,all of narnia. on a smaller level im always stopping myself from saying how characters have unreadable expressions. or that they chuckle. love to say something is achingly familiar. i always go to fire first for metaphors theres always sparks in your veins fire in your gut etc etc. man this is such a funny question to get as im writing a fic giving peter pevensie all my evil feelings from high school

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see? fucking. uhhhh. augh. okay well i feel weird saying this but i am a) an artist before a writer tbh and b) an artist who's much better at like, character design than imagining specific Scenes visually so very rarely to i write a fic and have images in mind for it outside of the aus ive come up with which i will draw so many things about. the main thing is its always important to draw characters hugging and kissing & interacting physically at least to me that is one visual bit that i do imagine in detail. but overall im always drawing something and going damn i wish there was a fic for this instead of the opposite. i'm like wracking my brain here for any moment thats specifically visual and i'd want to See. there's that one persona 5 fic i wrote where makoto & akechi meet while he's in prison; i feel like i wrote that one in a very cinematic mindset. but otherwise trying to imagine this is killing me cos im just enough of an artist to think well fuck i've got to think of a scene with strong visuals! something easy to translate into a good composition! but not the right type of artist to think of what. if anyone drew fanart for anything i wrote id fall on the floor and die of happiness on the spot tho

get to know ur fic writer asks

#cleb talky #ask game

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REALLY COOL ART whats the thought process behind it. and the character.. what's wrong with them whats their problem (lovingly)

HI!!!!! THANK YOU!!!

Basically, the idea was to try and capture Kayjay's mental state. KJ themselves has lost their mind, and can barely form a functional thought at this point in their life, and runs purely off instinct and the occasional little thought that slips through the madness. I associate them alot with songs that have that almost Overwhelming Anxiety feel to them- and I was recently introduced to Machine Girl, and their song Palm Tree Panic fits them really well!! especially the "random" change of beat and feeling for The Part (I'm sure if you've listened to the song you understand what I meant)

YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO IT I THINKSIES

Now I'm gonna talk about KJ first before i go more into the actual art itself because I have alot of thoughts about how i set it up and i don't wanna bore anyone who wants to hear about the character. its all below the cut!!

SO THIS IS KAYJAY!

Their name is "The Killjoy" or "The Eclipse", but due to some divine fuckery, the name "Kayjay" is stuck with them.

KJ is a god in my story Eidolon (meta note, KJ isn't in this folder! don't get too frazzled), and mostly the "main character" or the antagonist if you want to think about it like that. They're a universe crawling asshole with a taste of vengeance and the need to destroy, and makes it everyone else's problem!

They're caught up in alot of bullshit with a guy called Crown, and has a stupid weird situationship with them <3

(ignore the extra guy in the second image this aint about them <3 (ITS ALL ABOUT THEM ITS ALL ABOUT THEM ITS AL-))

but i love them so so so so much. theyre . so!!!!!!

they have alot of themes of "lunar madness", or that whole idea of the moon making you insane sometimes. However for KJ it's different, because KJ *IS* the moon! they're driving themself insane with their quest of revenge and conquest! and it makes me ! crazy! i will write essays about this motherfucker! i have!!! and i will continue to !!!!!

It's sort of a small thing, but KJ is pretty regularly called a "kraken", this isn't ENTIRELY accurate but its because of one of their big inspos being the Moon Lord from Terraria who is weird octopus god, so teehee <3 it also just fits with the mythical creature theming with The Sun <3

I support women's wrongs :thumbsup:

NOW. THE ART ITSELF

i actually have the art open on my computer still so we get to look at the layers <3

the very basis of it is KJ themselves.

they're colored in black and outlined in blue, its a theme i have going for kj art, and theyre covering their face with their hands, but peeking through where their yellow eyes are exposed and watching- Now KJ doesn't have Yellow eyes anymore, this isn't a design redesign or anything, its the fact that they Lost the color of their eyes at some point! you actually find the color on Another character who i will definitely talk about if someone wants to hear about it <3

the frame behind them is also a disconjointed collection of fucked up boxes and their own outline jumping off them :)

then when you turn on the background...

you get an overwhelming amount of color! and the moon! it goes from warmer colors away from KJ and gets to cooler colors towards them, and the frames behind it and where they overlap are Exclusively dulled down purples and blues!

and the moon is blue :) its just blue i dont have anything specific here. i wanted it to be yellow but then i realized i had too much yellow

and then add the little kj and the word "Hysteria" in blue and black, and you got it!

the little KJ is really silly, but i wanted it to be a sort of "ideal" vision of a manic KJ. little, but refracting into multiples slowly losing themselves. and the word hysteria is from the song specifically, but !!!! i wanted it blue because its a color i associate with KJ alot :)

theres other little things and character metaphors in there, but i dont need to put a final college paper on your dash at 11am LMAO

also heres little kj. play with them like a doll

please please please please please ask me more ill go insane/LH

#my art #my oc #oc: kayjay #eidolon #kraken #cryptid oc #asks #anonymous #SCREAMS. SCREEAAAAAMMS #edit: fixed the embed

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n0phis · 2 years ago

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this is formatted like a twitter thread and i wont apologize for that anyways time 2 waffle about art before conking da fuck out

on improvement and why it's so fucking weird

(tldr; point is if u feel like no matter what u keep hitting plateaus or suddenly dont know wtf ur doing. i get u. and ur probably imrpoving a shitton but in a way that fundamentally alters how u visualize things. its weird like that)

so improvement is loops right? improving -> improved -> need to improve and so forth theres smth really funny about my most recent artistic crisis. its like i’m starting from scratch. it feels like i’ve figured out a puzzle and the room it unlocks just has a larger, harder puzzle

like where is the prize bro? ive improved rapidly over a few months and assumed i could just… keep going! or that id finally be content! but i think the issue lies in how i think about art. my perception fundamentally changes as i learn. all that work just for more work?

i was just thinking about how simple it used to be to slap together parts of a face. then realized that the way i go about it is just. wholly different now. before, a face was a jaw outline with features in their set position respective to perspective (hah).

now… a head is a head. there can be consistent lines, but not always. i kept trying to stick to the formula of ‘line goes here’ but it wasnt working whatsoever. sometimes jaws *arent* outlined. sometimes a nose has to be suggested in halftone to show it properly. what the fuck

it was just. interesting. i can no longer rely on the basic building blocks of how i learned art for over a decade. it feels so much easier to fuck up now. i think that’s why it feels like im so out of my depth? like i'm somehow worse or less consistent than i was two months back

don’t get me wrong, it sucks to ‘technically’ b more skilled and yet feel less confident, so much more like a beginner than i have in a while, but i guess this is what it is to grow. after thinking it over i do feel pride in that uncertainty bc at least it means *progress*?

something something you’re supposed to be uncomfortable sometimes in life because if you arent it means you arent growing.etc etc whatever

anyways this probably means nothing but i feel like it might mean something. i hope some of u guys out there get me (thumbs up emote) ill be back with art soon im forcing myself out of the weird mindset and just sticking with finishing what i planned on finishing as normal. happy arting!

#tham talks #is this fake deep #am i having some groundbreaking realization that is just common knowledge #oh well L to u for reading it all the way then

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silentstaresfanficandfanart · 1 year ago

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what fueled you to write that fast?

I would need that help too

endless love ENDLESS LOVE FOREVER AND EVER

that is tos ay i write what i love and i love what i write and i try my very best to enjoy the process and have fun

do it often and youll get faster

have a rough plan in place or even an outline if you can

and you know that rush you get when you imagine your characters doing stuff in an amv or when you chat about them with a friend? you gotta jump into thew riting while thats still buzzing if you can!

plus it helps to have lovely pepole to encourage you, while its also VERY important to make srue not to prioritize ao3 comments or peoples attention over your enjoyment, as long as you can take that part in without working FOR attention and love you'll do great.

think of it like, Wataru

Wataru is doing his acts and all his amazing things for praise

as lovely as wataru is , hes very very sad and he's just trying to be loved <3 so even if he does an amzing job at everything he does, he's not happy unless someone else enjoys what he does! and that can trap you in trying too hard to gain others aprooval and forgetting what you yourself do!

another thing is challenging yourself, if you doubt yourself doing something big and scary like nanowrimo or actually completing an entire book can make the big scary thing not so bad. The important thing there to remember is that anything that can bleed, can die. That is to say, if you can 'cause damage' to somethings hp bar, you can defeat it as long as you keep attacking it! eventually it will fall.

you can write an entire book just fine, if you just keep writing it.

But you gotta give yourself an hp bar for the thing or it can feel overwhelming. personally i go with a "ask a question, answer it, and ask another question" style usually when im writing

usually i would say a good chapter length is about 5,000 words max, and then writing out an outline

for example

Eichi feels ill, why is eichi unwell?

reveal: Eichi is turning into a horrrible magical monster and keito has to become a magical boy to save him

resolution: keito becomes a magical boy and saves eichi!

question: what's going on and how is keito going to save the world from these aliens

(in this case the question kind of sets up the overarching primary plot point- having at least one can help a lot in storytelling but theres so many different ways to tell stories. i like personally really like the 'no conflict narrative' that some japanese stories have, not that they really lack a conflict but its great for slice of life things and can kind of be stretched a lot of ways i think its called Kishotenketsu

but you know, find a method that works for you but the most important rule for writing a lot fast, is to just have fun and be self indulgent, the hardest thing to do when it comes to writing a lot, is make yourself write at all after all, as long as you actually are writing something you REALLY enjoy and like writing, you'll want to keep writing. stay true and honest to yourself and if you hae ONE big scene in mind you freaking LOVE and dont erally want to write the rest you are tottaly allowed to do that. The difference between talent and skill is often passion.

Oh and NEVER. EVER. INSULT YOUR WRITING.

DONT BE HARSH. DONT BE CRUEL.

AND DONT JUDGE YOUR WRITING UNFAIRLY, INF ACT, TRY NOT TO JUDGE IT AT ALL ,JUST ENJOY IT. SURE ITS OKAY TO STUDY AND SEE WHERE YOU COULD IMPROVE AND GROW, BUT DO THAT BECAUSE YOU ENJOY WRITING AND WANT TO WRITE BETTER NOT BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU'RE BAD do it because you love writing and you want to love it even more and show it how much you love it by getting better <3 compliment yourself and your creative projects often

tldr: Do what you enjoy, never insult yourself, and remember to not push yourself to conform to others expectations and praise, but do praise yourself lots and lots <3 source: a lovely writer who enjoys it very much and can truly say they love writing

personally i got stuck in a huge rut by the way a few years back when my mom told me she struggled to get into my writing because i never finished anything and it took me a long time to finally work past that though she never meant anything harsh by it. It took facing nanowrimo to suddenly kick my love of writing back into gear. completing and sucessfully writing an entire actual book proved to me i could.

also on that note one more tip

writing an entire book actually isint that big a deal, its super exciting sure! you should celebrate it! but it's something we put on a pedestal which makes it seem superhuman to complete, but...it's really not. now ive written several books since nanowrimo last year, and you can really see just looking at my fanfictions how heavily beating that helped me. writing is FUN

writing can BE fun

the biggest thing ive ever seen stop writers is fear, shame, and doubt. Same with artists, or anyone else with any skills. love, love , love~ <3

just keep writing, keep loving it, and you'll find that even if you only write a little a day, youll eventually get your goals done <3 any mountain is climbable with patience time and love!

#writing #advice #writing advice #asks #always happy to babble #writeblr #technically art advice too #art advice #artist advicebook #bookblr #nanowrimo

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fake-ascension · 1 year ago

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@elegyofthemoon sent a few numbers from that oc ask meme to answer abt nikolai but since my art side-blog has my old url tumblr sent it there instead fjdklsfjds

1. does your oc have any motifs?

ok so i have some thoughts on this because. my first drafts for nikolai were back in july 2022 (i got into the lore then but didnt start playing for another year) and one of the first videos i remember watching was the teyvat chapter trailer where all the nations are outlined and after seeing lyney & lynette for fontaine i knew i needed to make a circus ringmaster oc (which started my circuscore phase that never ended. i actually made acrylic charms outta nikolai in lil circus outfits) at the time tho we knew NOTHING about fontaine so he was really undeveloped besides from 'son of a fontainian noble family who was sold to a traveling circus because of his physical mutations' so now the main fontaine story is over and done ive had a lot more material to work with and changed his character direction around so some of his existing motifs are: -circus based design/aesthetics -has a very strong moral code & sense of justice in his personal relationships, regardless of any faction loyalties -hates fontaine's corrupt justice system that failed him (though that hatred manifests more towards neuvillette rather than furina, now)

2. describe your character's voice. do they have a voice claim?

i dont do voice claims at all. because i find it rlly hard to imagine how my ocs would talk outside of my mind fjdkslfjd for nikolai its even harder since theres like two different versions of him existing in my head, because he was a lot more unhinged and leaned into the unnerving circus freak identity pre-fontaine but post-archon quest i've been able to develop his backstory & interactions with others further and hes much more mellow & somber. and they both sound Very Different. unhinged cannibal niko still exists in my heart even if its not canon anymore

6. what is the thing your oc likes the least about themselves?

initially, it was 100% his appearance and disability since it led to him caged like an animal to be put on display. but after being let out of the cage & later being taken in by arlecchino, he dislikes how cowardly he feels. unable to even set foot in fontaine and show his face again to face silvaus again. he was originally really angry that silvanus didnt somehow step in and save him but when the other house of hearth members start giving him updates about silvanus' health condition after they nearly worked themself to death while building a case against their parents in court. to make sure nikolai got his justice even though silvanus had no idea if he was dead or alive. he could be angry anymore but uses the 'i dont need to complicate her life after everything she went through for my sake. she deserves closure' excuse to never talk/see her again

7. what is the thing your oc likes the most about themselves?

he knows that hes a good personal with good values, even though he knows the fatui in general have unsavory practices but its a means to an end to make the world a better place. he knows that his values of individual people>group led him to be very good at forming connections will all kinds of people regardless if theyre for or against the fatui. his personal ideals bring value to the fatui so that they can change the world for the better

#eitan genshin ocs #oc: nikolai chanceux #ty for the ask snow!!! i love talking abt my boy and these asks helped me apply the new fontaine stuff to his character :D

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joan-deactivated20230204 · 3 months ago

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so the thing about phoenix is that she should be an insanely high cunt character, right. a nice, polite young woman who is mostly relegated to being the "girl" in the group is made to play host to a psychic extraterrestrial manifestation of raw, lifegiving passion. jean grey is annihilated by the cleansing fires of (subtextually sexual) freedom, unconstrained by the expectations of everyone around her. maybe the most interesting part of the original dark phoenix saga, to me, is jean grey's reverting to the castrated identity of marvel girl, only to give in to the phoenix as she accepts that the universe cannot suffer a free jean grey.

so theres a lot of interesting ideas at play here, right? the phoenix representing a kind of sexual maturation, a frightening move away from the trappings of heterosexual monogamy and its scripts. the transformation of one self to another through catastrophic abandonment of everything that came before. the phoenix not as a curse that jean grey must bear, but as a part of herself that is incompatible with the constrained life that others have set out for her. you can imagine how this would make for an exciting character on paper.

except... jean grey continues to get typecast into the role of "the nice straight girl" when shes not phoenixing, and this only becomes more of a prominent characterization for her when shes played opposite to women like storm or emma frost or any number of modern, younger x-girls. emma frost in particular getting lotttts of stories where she's presented as the subversive sexual alternative for cyclops to the bland heterosexuality he experiences with jean grey. bonus points if its a 5-10 year bloc where jean grey died in the Last Big X-Event again.

the emma frost/jean grey stuff in morrison's x-men i could take or leave, but the way they utilize jean grey within that dynamic ends up being more interesting to me than a lot of the stuff that came later. rather than the "emma = kinky sex / jean = true love" dichotomy, the phoenix is cast as a symbol of alienation within their marriage, leaving scott feeling adrift as jean moves past him. and yet at the same time, the passion symbolized in the phoenix manifests in a desire to control scott, to keep him as a tether to a normal life. at its core, its the same dynamic as in the original saga- of jean grey being forced into these incompatible extremes that can only resolve themselves in total destruction.

avengers vs x-men is a pretty bad book on the whole, but i've thought that making hope the inheritor to the phoenix was always a great decision. given the themes of maturation and of breaking free from the limits on identity imposed by others that we've already outlined here, it makes perfect sense for a phoenix story to be centered on a teenager on the cusp of adulthood. doubly so for hope summers, who up until that point had been in every arc as The Most Important Girl For Mutants, bearing the weight of the entire species' hopes and fears.

its a huge shame that avx never does anything with this, though. the whole arc is really contrived around the need for the phoenix to be this 2-dimensional force of destruction, with cyclops ultimately taking the blame for "going blind with grief" or whatever hack shit would let them sideline the x-men for movie brand synergy reasons for the next decade. but you can see the seeds here of a much more interesting hope summers story than what we got.

the modern phoenix stuff doesn't do much for me, (its a lot of cyclops and his cool wife who he never sees but hes totally cool with that), but i actually really enjoyed the recent xavier's secret oneshot for getting back to what i enjoyed from morrison's phoenix: the inevitability of jean grey moving on past scott summers, and her difficulty in empathizing with that even as he does everything he can to hang onto her. its a very touching, tragic moment, and i do appreciate that jean is cast more sympathetically here.

"but joan where are you going with all of this? how would YOU fix jean grey" well honestly i think we should let her be evil again. and not in the old dark phoenix way where jean grey is so horny that she gets caught up in the moment and wipes out a planet, but lean into the fact that shes smart and experienced and capable- the heir to xavier in all the ways that scott summers isn't. let her be the woman who looks at mutantkinds' problems and uses her power to enact solutions to them unilaterally, because she has a different framework of costs and ethics. let her have some fun with it!

last note: i love the fun punk look she had in ultimate x-men. this is basically what i looked like back when i was 19 and i kept my hair short

#x-men

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annhertzz · 1 year ago

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I'm writing a script

I have no experience except my dreams so I'm posting every step of the process along the way. This is the outline loosely based on my dream last night.

Let me know what you think or whatever.

Setting:

Earth after alien invasion. Sentients are peaceful and ignore humanity. 9 feet tall, two extremely large muscular arms as primary locomotion, ball body shape (basically a head with arms where the ears would be), significant fraction of body mass is brain, two 18 foot long tentacles from the top of the head (like prehensile pigtails basically) for finer object manipulation, tentacles very thick at the base and slowly taper down to pencil thickness at the end.

Predators are highly dangerous, think deviants from eternals (design will be different but not worked out yet). They have nests, like large masses of flesh fed by predators from which more of them are born. Part of their life cycle.

Surface of the earth is dominated by alien floura and fauna with some earth creatures remaining. For simpler concept earth flora and fauna with the addition of the predators is sufficient.

Alien technology: utility tool is a gemstone that rests on the forehead and is basically magic within a 20 foot radius. Telekinesis and transmutation. Viewed like a smartphone by the aliens. Military technology exists as well. Basically guns with extremely high velocity guided bullets, with payload, 6 foot radius of plasma basics. Battle field will be filled with glassed craters where every bullet lands. Full automatic so thered be trenchs of adjacent craters, a lot of oblong glassified craters that go 2-6 feet deep. Mechs with ablative armor and enhanced deflection as battlefield armor.

Villains story as flashbacks as the protagonists learn more about her. Her telling them about her childhood raised by aliens, them finding files about her arrival, them finding evidence she did something like when she killed a predator and planted its egg to form the hive next the wall by parliment before joining the humans. She goes from arriving to the human colony at the beginning of the story to enslaving the entire free human populace in a couple of months.

Stalking a pregnant predator by footprints and smell. Gemstone on her forehead. She finds it. It faces her, she has a spear goes into a ready stance. It attacks. Basically like a dance fighting it. Kills it with barely scratchs, slicing it open with the killing blow. Pulls the egg out, cutting it loose. Carrying egg with spear on her back. Sees a mammoth. Reaches towards it's head and its skull crushes in an instant and it starts to float. Walks into a hill holding the egg and dragging the floating mammoth by the tail, the earth parting like the red sea and closing most of the way behind her, the cavern around her lit by floating lights. Places the egg against a rock. Flings mammoth to the side. Using a funy shapped telescope like tool to check that it is close to the parliment (will have occationally checked while walking through the forest). Stashes her gear inside the mammoth, taking the scope with her. Crawls out of the narrow dirt opening. Coming out as she arrived in the opening scene of the story, at the spill way covered in alien guts and dirt carrying the scope that would make her rich, she looks enraged and starts to cry.

Story:

Opening scene, the future general arrives, covered in mud and alien guts sobbing and closely followed by predators (maybe a pair of 50 foot caterpillars?). Protagonists scouting the spillway see her and save her life. They are asking her where she came from and how she ended up in the spillway and she can barely string words together. Says she came from the surface and someone says that no one has been on the surface in 30 years and asks how she got there. She says she escaped from the surface.

Cut to like a thing where it's like red tape. Like a temporary housing quarantine area.

She joins the military, quickly becomes a war hero when her squad is wiped out and she "saves" the colony.

She is nominated for general because when interviewed by them she stated a platform that was exactly what they wanted, running her would be good publicity for the military, and she was extremely unlikely to win.

After the nomination she runs on a platform of increasing democracy with out decreasing security. "We deserve a new world, humanity is ready for democracy again." Wording will come pretty much directly from a conversation with the researcher protagonist, and it will be the platform she runs on, pretty much exactly what that protagonist wants for the human colony. What the people in general want and the military does not want.

Villain is almost assassinated by the military and the protagonists save her life again. Almost assassinated because they cannot recind the nomination and it looks like she is going to be elected with a platform that they consider a "security threat".

The child alien visits the protagonists that saved villain to thank them. Should feel like the archangel gabriel telling mary she's knocked up except it is an alien thanking them for saving her child and begging them to help free the humans still in captivity in the alien colony. She will give them a gift to help them do it. Haven't figured out what the gift is yet. She will also be preparing the humans in captivity for a revolt, and she needs help from the free humans.

Secondary villain behind the assassination as the incumbant general who has been serving the role for decades?

Villain becomes the new general, massive restructuring of the society, cutting out corruption, increasing funding to alien research, reverse engineered alien tech in people's homes, economy is booming everyone is happy. Military spending increases, but huge cuts noticed by military in the spillway, majority of funding is going into a specific project that is extremely secretive. Equipment development.

Journalist side character from earlier in the story becomes part of parliment because of fame from association with the villain. Key to the villain finding out about the corruption, villain handles corruption in a very heavy handed way. Journalist is trying to find out what is happening with the secretive project because it looks like it might be corruption but villain insists that she focus on other specific cases she's looking at instead.

Protagonists find the hive, close to the city walls, high risk of them coming down the spillway. By the time the find it, it's a yellow level threat. They report it even though they are being told not to report it because discovering new threats is the military's job.

Security level set to yellow and restrictions put in place along with extensive military mobilization which is abnormally secretive.

Protagonists along with journalist pulling threads about why the hive was not detected sooner and what is happening in the secretive project.

Result of pulling threads is they find out the villain is behind everything (forged credentials behind everything maybe so they find out it's the villain in a single blow, forged credentials fit the story but is over used so find alternative). Rushing to parliment to tell journalist character because she would be able to fix things from the political side (set her and villain up as primary hopes for dealing with whatever is happening through the rooting out corruption arc, audience should believe that journalist can fix everything with this one piece of information).

Explosion as they are entering parliment. As soon as they reach journalist she is killed by one in front of them. Predators swarming the streets. They barely escape alive. As soon as it seems like they are safe there is a broadcast about the attack calling the protagonists enemies of the people with footage of them planting explosives on the wall with an pair of adult sentients.

The colony goes on red alert.

Scout is captured, everyone in jail is conscripted. Mind wiped as soon as the armor is on, running drills or something to adjust to the psychological changes.

Researcher steals gemstone she was working on and plants it in her skull in a hapazard version of a surgery she had purposed as the only way to connect fully for a human.

Researcher uses her new clumbsy control of the utility stone to kidnap the scout and experiment on bringing his mind back.

So basically all of humanity is enslaved and we'll get a subplot here demonstating how extensively they are enslaved by the villain. Something like three days where researcher and scout are basically dead and villain is preparing her army.

The Villain goes to war with the aliens and as she starts the child alien appears in front of her and her army. Alien child is trying to talk her out of genocide and telling her the people need her, and they need freedom. The slaves will die in the cross fire with her current plan. Her soldiers are enslaved. Villain says something like "I will kill every last human if it is necessary to wipe your species out." Villain kills the child alien with a spear. The child does not resist. Villain might get angry because she was expecting a fight and asks why the child came just to die. And the child says something like "they will remember."

She weeps and rises above her army and marches on the aliens massacering them.

Researcher and scout use the gift to free the slaves and the slaves help them free the soldiers. Researcher and scout have a showdown with the villain in the concaphony of their plans clashing and the villain dies somehow.

Researcher and scout kiss, roll credits.

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