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Peregrine Writes
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thinking about aus for ocs is so funny. like i already put this guy in a situation but what if i put them in another totally different one
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doomed by the narrative but not to death. doomed to survive. doomed to stay alive inside the story. doomed to never escape the narrative, not even through death. you are allowed no exit. there is no way out for you and there never was. you couldn’t die if you wanted to. the narrative has a hold on you and it won’t let go. death is too sweet a doom for you. the story has something much worse in mind. there is no way out.
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Me when… me when… the identity is horror. Who are you? Can you be replicated? Is that replication you? If someone looks just like you, acts like you and is interpreted by others as you, are they you? Do your thoughts count for anything? If everything you actually think stays in your head and never comes out then you die do people grieve you? Do you respond to your name or to any name?
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AUs are so fucking funny. Here's my blorbo. In an alternate universe he fights everyday to keep himself alive against an uncaring world. In another universe he sings sometimes.
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for every “🌹” received in my inbox i’ll post one random sentence of a random WIP i’m currently writing
I originally had a different line picked out to post, but then I remembered it was Valentine's day, so instead of Ariadne having a breakdown, here's a little Date Night snippet:
It wasn’t the mood she was trying to set, but it wasn’t bad, either. When she turned back to Ariadne, she found her kneeling on the carpet with her eyes closed in a look of perfect serenity, murmuring the lyrics like a well-remembered prayer. She opened her eyes when she felt Claire looking at her, and flashed her a smile that could have outshone the sun.
#don't ask what song they're listening to the answer is embarassing#i actually really like the bit that directly follows this line#but unfortunately if i post it i will never ever beat the 'can't shut up about mcr' allegations#oc tag#ariadne#claire#my writing#thanks for the ask btw!!#i'd love to do more of these if anyone else wanted to send an ask
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for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing
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[attempting to flirt] if i was stuck in a timeloop id desperately explain my situation to you every single reset
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wlw (weed loving woman)
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for every “🌹” received in my inbox i’ll post one random sentence of a random WIP i’m currently writing
Time and wind and weather had left the wall with plenty of convenient crags to use as handholds, which was a blessing and a curse, really. When she'd first thought up this scheme, a small, sensible part of Claire's brain had hoped she would discover the wall to be smooth and impregnable, but she had no such luck. The only thing to prevent her from doing the very stupid, very dangerous thing she wanted to do was her own self-control, and there was little enough of that to go around.
#tysm for the ask!!!#idk if this excerpt means anything out of context - i am SO BAD at picking out sentences for these ask games#but oh well#oc tag#claire#claire pajak#ariadne-verse#untitled peregrine sarka project
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for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing
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More excerpts that I already posted on my main, once again accompanied by art by @hotdrinks. Enjoy!
...a cursory glance showed very little about Ms. Ariadne Underwood that might be described as bohemian. She was wearing a waistcoat and trousers, and a starched white shirt buttoned all the way up to the collar. The menswear ought to have given her an air of eccentricity, but it didn’t. She looked like an accountant, down to the pair of silver spectacles perched on her nose, and if she wasn’t currently surrounded by (actually quite good) paintings in various stages of completion, Claire wouldn’t have guessed that she had a single creative bone in her body.
In this particular story, Ariadne's a painter in the early 1910's struggling to balance her desire for artistic freedom with her need to pay rent. In other stories... it gets complicated.
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*guy who's trying to pretend he's not trapped* big fan of narratives. big fan of the ceaseless and repetitive flow of events given life by an audience and mutated by their perception
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I already posted this to my main, but now that I've got a writing-specific sideblog I figured I should post it here as well. The art is by the wonderfully talented @hotdrinks, who you should definitely commission - he has a link to his commission form in his pinned post!
Ariadne was a puzzle that took a bit of decoding to figure out, but Claire thought she’d gotten quite good at it. A raised eyebrow meant, "Go on," pursed lips meant, "Stop talking." Pinching the bridge of her nose meant performative exasperation, massaging her temple meant genuine exasperation. That one particular smile of hers where the corners of her mouth pinched together tightly meant, “I have somehow convinced myself that if I laugh in front of my coworkers they will never respect me again, so I will not laugh at your dumb joke,” and that one sharp, barking laugh of hers meant the dumb joke in question had caught her off guard. Glasses pushed to the top of her head meant either, “I have a headache,” or, “I’ve had my nose buried in some dense legal document from 1898 for so long that I’ve lost all sense of time and space,” or, “I have a headache because I’ve had my nose buried in some dense legal document from 1898 for so long that I’ve lost all sense of time and space.”
And Claire was almost, but not quite, certain that that one particular smile of Ariadne’s, where her lips barely moved but her eyes went all soft around the edges, meant, “I adore you. I don’t know when that happened, I don't even know exactly why, but I would give the world to you if you asked.” Claire’s answering smile always meant that, anyway.
#not expecting this to get many notes bc i already posted this exact thing to my main but i figured it should be here#what else is this blog for#(and if anyone's curious why i didn't just reblog it it's bc i'm trying to keep this blog semi-professional and i don't want too many links#to my main blog which is. not professional.)#my writing#character art#oc tag#ariadne#claire#clairiadne#ariadne-verse#untitled peregrine sarka project#araidne underwood#claire pajak#ps - sorry lee for tagging you in ANOTHER post for the same art please don't feel obligated to reblog
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