October Almost-Drabbles 10/1: Skeletons
Pairing: Cherik
Word Count: 509
Additional tags: Halloween decorations, mentions of past mpreg, family fluff, Charles being a lil shit
Side note: if it wasn’t obvious, this takes place in my One Big Happy Family universe. Think of it as a sort of side story offshoot.
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“Daddy!” Wanda called out as she stomped angrily into the room. Pietro wasn’t far behind, though he was decidedly less incensed.
“Hmm? Charles looked up from the pumpkin decoration he was adjusting. Needlessly, if Erik had anything to say about it. He didn’t, though, being more preoccupied with cooking duties at that moment.
“David made us help him with one of the skeletons!”
“Oh? Do you not like skeletons?”
Wanda shook her head. Pietro nodded his.
“They’re gross!”
“They’re cool!”
Both spoke at once. Wanda fixed her twin with a glare.
“They’re GROSS. I hate touching the bones! I never want to touch bones ever again.”
“Well you see, Flower-“ There was a gleam in Charles’ eye that Erik would have recognized if he’d seen it. As it was, their youngest children were oblivious. “That’s rather unfortunate. Can I tell you a secret?”
“Yes!” A dual chorus as both of them leaned closer, smiling.
Whispering conspiratorially, he said, “There’s a skeleton touching you right now, from the inside.”
Wanda shrieked in disgust. Pietro’s eyes got very wide. “Really?” He asked.
“Really.”
“Coooooool.” He looked at his own body in awe, twisting this way and that as if he could somehow see the bones moving under the skin.
Wanda was glaring at hers, and Charles could feel the sensation of BETRAYAL wafting off of her. The unexpected joys of parenting, he thought. He could still recall, quite vividly, how Lorna had reacted to finding out where, exactly, babies came from. The look of offended hurt on Erik’s face after their daughter had smacked his arm, yelling “How could you do that to Daddy?” was a cherished memory, especially during his subsequent pregnancies.
Speaking of Erik, the man himself came out of the kitchen. His apron was flour dusted, as were his hands, and he wore an expression of exasperated fondness. It was as if he knew, without being told, exactly what had occurred. Sometimes Charles wondered who was the psychic one between them.
“Pietro, go see if your Tante Raven needs help with her own decorations.” At the sound of his Papa’s voice, their little spitfire was gone in a flash. There was a lingering thought of Oh boy are there more skeleton bones to touch? that almost had Charles cackling.
“And you,” Erik stooped down to Wanda’s level. She was pouting. “You can come with me to finish the baking.”
Now it was her turn to look at her parent with wide, saucer-like eyes.
“Really? Can I help ice the cookies?”
“Once we wash your hands, Maus, you can even help me knead the dough.”
She let out a cheer and ran into the kitchen ahead of him, gross skeleton fact promptly forgotten.
Before following her, mainly to make sure she actually did wash up before touching any of the food preparations, Erik fixed Charles with a look. On anyone else, it would have been a glare, but there was no actual heat to it.
Charles smiled and shrugged.
Erik rolled his eyes before heading back to his work.
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You ever do something not thinking much of it, but after you do it you realize it was actually like a genius move?
This happened to me with my story: Started it off with a fairly standard conflict; someone wants what Tuon has. But afterward I was like "Oh shit, this is a prime opportunity to show his unyielding guardianship!" But not only that, I also realized that it did a great job at reflecting his flaws and sort of foreshadowing them to the reader
Oh man THATS SO GOOD!! It is so nifty when things work out like that, I hear you- long story relatively short, you betcha.
I had something like that with Aeonian, my Tav for Baldur's Gate 3. One of their quirks that I put down on paper early on was that the places were their muscles would be are rock hard - mainly because of the fact that they're cramming a monolithically sized form's worth of matter down into a humanoid body thats eight times smaller, hence putting a lot of strain on their body as a whole, but also à la a statue for a physical form.
"Statue for a physical form.... death and rebirth themes*......statue made of rock. wait."
Because I cannot escape my hyperfixations, geology was thrown back in my face in whence I was immediately reminded of the ROCK CYCLE:
-which can be pretty well-applied to the whole death and rebirth thing, not to mention a nifty little guideline as to how their character arc can go as well as Aeonian's place as a story in of themselves (long story, involves statues though) and their tendency to 'erode' themselves per se if it means getting where they need to be. Metamorphosis also links pretty cleanly here too, not only because of the metamorphic rock and its processes but because of parallels between Aeonian (embodiment of death [at sea]) and Thanatos, the greek personification of death, who is usually represented by way of butterflies.
I'm real bad at explaining things so I apologize if none of this made a lick of sense, I promise it's a lot clearer in my head and please feel free to ask for clarity on anything!! this is probably some of my favorite character work I've done so far
*dionysus+being the literal embodiment of death [at sea,] longer story
(Please talk more about Tuon he is SO cool and I talk too much, that's some really good character writing)
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this is the second time lee hakhyun seen a reader die in front of him. he can't save him. this time, he can only watch as the sentences he wrote played out in reality.
I wanted to ask.
Why did you risk your life for this child.
Why jump in for a character who has no connection to you?
Maybe I know the answer.
「Because he is a fragment of Kim Dokja.」
just like jaewoo, a little kdj kkoma soul comes out, and is taken away by black hands <- before it was white hands. which is weird, but there's no time to think about that right now. the last sentence lhh wrote is repeated.
「Finally, it was the story end that the reader wanted.」
lhh is close to a breakdown. it's WOS that protects him, bringing up sentences from yjh to stabilize him. "if you don't give up, there's still a way."
jung heewon asks if there's a way to save eunho. she's,, not doing well. her father just died, and her brother is close to death. lhh receives medicine from the sccenario rewards.. but... it's not enough. he asks bihyung, and the bureau is a mess due to the whole outer god thing. additional rewards are delayed. looking to the constellations, the stars have medicine, but they're just trying to scam him.. there is another way, though.
the meteorites have different materials depending on the colour, as mentioned in orv. the one they have is a faint turquoise colour. lhh tried to order his slime into broken faith, but it rejects him. he can't use 'incite' for 10 minutes as a penalty. he picks up a random item on the ground, but jung heewon steps up and says she'll break it instead. her magic is different. there's a notfication that jung heewon's inner self is filled with madness, and there's another attribute evolution.. if jung eunho dies here, jhw will evolve into the 'crazy butcher'. the butcher was a lonely person, and lhh can't have that happen to jung heewon. jung eunho has to be saved.
inside the meteor, there are 3 'shaolin pills' (?) that jung eunho can eat. he mixes it with the previous medicine to reduce the toxicity, but when they give it to eunho, he goes through a qi deviation
jhw and lhh try to help regulate the qi, and even if lhh knows only murim masters could help, he still has to try. they keep trying, but they still couldn't save him. it's like fighting against fate. it's like someone is trying to turn jung heewon into the crazy butcher.
just as he's about to let go and give up, his new story appears.
'Persistent Murim Master'. this is the story the constellation passes down to him,, following the story, he's able to regulate eunho's magic, and eunho is cured.
he hears another 'special' sentence.
「And Writer Lee Hakhyun recorded the whole story.」
he wonders, where do these sentences come from? is it from orv, wos? the fourth wall, or the final wall?
「Do y ou wa nt to kn ow?」
he does want to know.
now isn't the time to pass out.. but he's exhausted. he closes his eyes, and when he opens them.. he's in the snowfield. kim dokja is there.
kim dokja hands him some tea, created by the 81st yjh. it's good. kim dokja can have stuff like that, because he's the oldest dream, and he can imagine it. it's peaceful here, but lhh feels a little different. he sees the faces of jung heewon, jung moonho, jung jaewoo, the heavenly beggar in the tea.
he asks kim dokja why he's still dreaming.
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Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 10: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression
(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)
Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should join the travelers on the larger river boat for a short lunch ...
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"Before he even fully musters the courage to shout a 'hello', the large group on the boat initiates contact first, gleefully waving at him, whooping and shouting as they near his tiny raft in the water. Apparently, some of them were betting over whether they'd actually find any other travelers out on the river today.. He fumbles over his words a bit, as always, but somehow manages to successfully get himself invited onto their boat for a quick lunch..
After safely securing his raft to the side of the boat with some spare rope, he climbs aboard, stumbling into the excitement of some sort of celebration. A few of them explain that they're traveling for 'kahesallei', an old elven holiday recently re-popularized in some of the larger cities nearby. Whatever it's true meaning and origins used to be, the current significance (at least to those within the city walls) seems to just be mindless feasting, drinking, and gaudy decor. Most of the traveling group are strangers to each other, only brought together by catching a ride on the same tour/party boat, but the mood is light, quite friendly between them, and perhaps a bit drunk.
While the boat itself is relatively plain wood, it's been strewn with gold and orange banners, flags, shimmery tassels, beads, and bushels of dark green ivy braided with fresh herbs and wildflowers. There are flat round tables of food and drink, plenty of cushions to lounge on, and one random guy perched precariously on the edge railing of the boat, gently strumming a lute for background music..
The elderly ship captain hobbles over to The Adventurer, sternly explaining that, no matter what the 'silly' passengers say, he's only allowed to stay for an hour because he didn't pay for a boat ride ticket, and thus really shouldn't even be allowed on board. By the time The Adventurer has mentally processed this information, the captain has already returned to his little steering room, slamming the door shut with a displeased grunt.. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to confront him or question the rules...... But! Hey, at least he has one hour at the party.. How should he spend his time? "
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Additional Information
the adventurer's current main goal: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has
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