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skyward-floored · 11 months

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OKAY ITS DONE here, Incredibles au thing that got way too long, and I had to force myself not to add more. It was supposed to be just a short little sickfic darnit. Takes place maybe year after Lost Time, but it doesn’t have much to do with it. That’s just where things are time-wise XD

Minor warning for some throwing up, it’s not graphic, but it’s there.

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Warriors covered his mouth as he let out a huge yawn, absently pouring cereal into his bowl while he listened to the rain patter relentlessly against the window.

Being forced to get up so early for school was an absolute crime in his opinion. He didn’t really mind getting up on the earlier end of things, but it was barely even light outside, not to mention a dreary, wet sort of day that nobody should have to go out in.

Warriors wished it was an actual crime. Then he’d have an excuse to do something about it.

“I won’t be here when you guys get home from school, I’ve got patrol and a double-shift,” Time apologized as he walked past the table, grabbing a bag with his lunch in it as he pulled on his coat. “If you need anything after school you can ask Gaepora, okay? And if anything serious happens—”

“Don’t worry about it Time, we’ll be fine,” Warriors said with a wave. He’d been so clingy since Majora. “You better go before you’re late.”

Time sighed, and made the expression Warriors knew was him checking his internal clock. “I know, I know. I’ll see you at dinner, have an uneventful day at school,” Time teased, and ruffled Warriors’ hair all over the place before heading out the door.

Warriors grumbled as the door shut, spending the next several minutes smoothing his hair back down. He then went back to eating his cereal and staring mindlessly at the puzzle on the back of the box, koroks smiling as they danced around a word search.

Nothing like a dumb puzzle and cold cereal to get the brain going for the day.

The words had all been found but one (he couldn’t find crispy anywhere, which was ironic, because his cereal hadn’t been crispy even before he’d dumped the milk on it), and Warriors was about to see what had happened to his brother when a creak above him signaled Sky finally getting out of bed.

Cutting it a little close, Warriors thought as he glanced at the clock. Sky was a sleepy guy, but he was usually up before now. They’d have to rush to make it to the bus stop on time.

Sky trailed down the stairs as Warriors grabbed his backpack and boots, wings dragging behind him as he yawned.

“Grab an apple or something Sky, we need to go,” he said, pulling his scarf over his shoulders, and Sky mumbled a reply, stifling a cough in his arm.

Warriors paused at the lackluster response, and watched as Sky grabbed a handful of cereal, nibbling on it as he slowly retracted his wings and pulled down his shirt. He movements were slow as he began pulling on his rain gear, and Warriors raised an eyebrow.

“You good Sky?” he asked, giving him a suspicious look.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Sky answered, with a bright smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Just... just tired. I didn’t sleep the best.”

Warriors looked him over again, noticing that Sky’s normal eye bags were darker than normal, and how his face looked a little pale. It might have been Warriors’ imagination, but he thought he might have been shaking a little as well, and as he stared, Sky sneezed harshly into his arm.

“Gesundheit. Sky are you sure you’re okay? You... could always stay home,” Warriors suggested, but Sky shook his head, slipping on his own boots and backpack.

“I’m fine Wars, I’m not staying home because I didn’t sleep enough,” he scoffed lightheartedly. “Quit worrying, ‘m fine.”

Warriors met his gaze, and Sky met it in turn, the look in his eyes almost daring him to keep pressing the issue. But Warriors couldn’t really prove anything, and without Time as backup, there was no way he’d be able to get Sky to stay at home, even with his growing suspicion that there was something wrong further than too little sleep.

“...if you’re sure,” Warriors finally said, still feeling suspicious.

“Positive,” Sky assured, then gave him a smile as he walked past him out the door into the chilly, wet morning.

Warriors watched him go, then followed afterwards, a lump of worry settling into his gut.

(...)

Warriors and Sky didn’t share many morning classes, so once they got to school, Warriors spent most of his time worrying about him from a distance, trying to catch glances of him in the hall, and debating if his worry was really justified.

After all, Sky sometimes just didn’t sleep well. He had nightmares the same as Warriors did, and sometimes they were bad enough to keep him up at night. A singular sneeze and a few unsteady movements really weren’t a sign of anything wrong.

There really was no reason for him to still be worrying over Sky, and by the time lunch had rolled around, Warriors had mostly silenced the little voice in his head that was fretting.

Until he actually saw Sky, anyways.

Warriors caught sight of his brother from across the room, and froze, entirely forgetting about the growling in his stomach. Sky looked absolutely awful from where Warriors could see him sitting, paler than this morning and quite obviously not touching his lunch. The worry roared back to life in Warriors’ stomach, and he slipped past the crowds of people in the cafeteria and joined his side.

Sky was arguing with Sun over something, and didn’t notice him walk up, until Warriors touched his shoulder anyways. Then he startled and looked over, and Warriors grew even more worried.

Up close he could see Sky’s cheeks were flushed, in stark contrast to the pallid tone of the rest of his face. He was noticeably trembling now, and Warriors grabbed his arm, giving him an intent look.

“Sky, you look terrible,” he said worriedly, and Sky frowned.

“Gee, thanks,” he grumbled, looking annoyed. “Everybody keeps saying that.”

“Probably because you look like death warmed over,” Sun said from next to him, her face full of worry. “Seriously Sky, it couldn’t hurt to have the nurse check you out, right?”

“I said I’m fine,” Sky said shortly, and poked at his sandwich a bit.

“I think Sun is right,” Warriors replied, then tried to tug Sky to his feet. “We should go see the nurse.”

“I’m fine Wars, how many times do I have to say it?” Sky said sourly, but Warriors could hear the rasp in it now, and the lump of worry in his stomach grew.

“Sky, you’ve been looking worse and worse all day,” Sun said, getting to her feet as well, “I really think you should go see the nurse. Now.”

“I think so too,” said one of the other people at the table, an older boy named Pipit. The girl next to him nodded as well. “Sky, you look awful.”

“I’m fine!” Sky snapped, then immediately looked ashamed at the outburst, turning away from the table with his arms crossed tightly over his stomach. “Seriously guys, just leave me alone, I’m okay,” he mumbled, and Warriors exchanged looks with Sun.

He carefully extended a hand and placed on Sky’s forehead, his stomach falling at the heat radiating off of it. Sky looked even shakier than he had been now that he was standing up, and Warriors decided that enough was enough.

“Sky, you need to see the nurse, you’re burning up,” he said firmly, and began to tug him away.

Sky tugged back though, and Warriors was surprised at how strong his grip was despite how much his hand was shaking.

“No I don’t,” Sky bit back, and Sun stood up as well.

The rest of the people at the table they’d been sitting at were staring openly now as Warriors tried to tug Sky away, but his brother was putting up quite the struggle despite how awful he looked.

“Sky please,” Sun begged, going to Warriors’ side and helping him pull at their stubborn friend. “We’re worried about you, you almost fell over earlier in Science! Can you just—”

“Hey Sun!”

“Oh not now,” Sun groaned under her breath as a boy with large red hair sauntered up to their table, trailed by two other boys.

Groose, the most annoying person in the entire school in Warriors’ opinion, took in the scene with his hands on his hips, eyes trailing over Warriors and Sun with their arms on Sky, who was shivering openly now and looking less pale and more green.

He burst into mocking laughter.

“What the heck are you losers doing now?” Groose snorted, and jabbed Sky in the chest. “Looks like little Sky isn’t doing so hot, huh? He need some chicken soup and a kiss on the forehead to feel all better?”

Groose smirked down at Sky as his lackeys laughed, but it was at that moment that Sky lost the battle against his body.

He put a hand to his mouth, and Warriors barely had time to figure out what was about to happen and get out of the way before Sky lurched over and emptied out everything that was in his stomach... right on to Groose’s shoes.

There was a split second of silence as shock passed over Groose’s face, his eyes wide as he stared down at his ruined sneakers.

And then the cafeteria broke into pandemonium as Groose began yelling, his lackeys jumping backwards with disgusted looks on their faces. Kids were hollering at the sight and those that hadn’t seen were trying to figure out what had happened, and at least one adult was yelling for order. But Warriors’ focus was solely on Sky, who was shivering so hard it looked like he was about to collapse where he was still bent over.

Sun handed him a napkin to wipe off his mouth with, and Warriors put an arm on his shoulder again and attempted to steer him out of the cafeteria, Sun doing the same on his other side.

There was so much going on it was difficult to make any headway though, people pointing and worrying and laughing at what had happened. Right as Warriors was about to start shoving people, a larger hand settled on Sky’s back, and steered all three of them out into the hallway.

Warriors looked up to see Mr. Owlan, one of the teachers Sun’s father worked with, who was looking at the three of them with a concerned expression.

“Mr. Owlan? Why aren’t you at the high school?” Sun asked confusedly, and the teacher hummed.

“I was here to substitute for the morning, one of the science teachers is sick. I suppose it’s a good thing I stayed for lunch,” he said as he looked at the three of them.

Warriors swallowed. “We weren’t trying to do anything except get Sky to come see the nurse,” he quickly explained, and Owlan nodded.

“I’m aware. You three weren’t exactly being quiet. I was actually about to come over before Sky... gave us a very good reason for why he needs to go to the nurse.”

Sky moaned a little, and Owlan’s face softened as he studied him, placing a wrist on his forehead and frowning when he noticed him shivering.

“I’ll call your brother and see about getting Sky home. He—”

“He’s working, you won’t be able to reach him,” Warriors interrupted, then winced slightly at Owlan’s expression. Time would be on patrol about now, and Warriors didn’t want Owlan to call him and be treated to the sound of his older brother beating up bank robbers or something.

Their teacher lowered his arm from Sky’s forehead, and leveled Warriors with a raised eyebrow.

“He’s completely unavailable?” he asked in a disapproving voice.

“Yes, but we live next door, my father can come and take him home,” Sun quickly put in. Owlan blinked at her earnest expression, then chuckled a bit.

“That certainly sounds like your father. In that case, I’ll go call him and see about getting Sky picked up,” he directed at Sun and Warriors, and they nodded as he folded his hands behind his back. “In the meantime, I think you two should take him to the nurse’s office. He can rest there until he can be picked up.”

“Thank you Mr. Owlan,” Sun said politely, and Warriors gently tugged Sky away, Owlan turning and heading for his office.

Warriors and Sun guided Sky down the hall and towards the nurse’s office, the hallways feeling strangely quiet after the cacophony of the lunchroom. It wasn’t until they reached the door of the nurse’s office that Sky finally spoke, and when he did, his voice was small and embarrassed.

“I really thought I could make it through the day,” Sky whispered, and Sun gave him a look.

“I don’t know how,” she said with an eye roll, but gave Sky’s arm a warm squeeze as they went inside. “How are you feeling Sky? Really feeling?”

Warriors watched Sky as they sat down on a bench inside the office, his brother hesitating. But after a moment his shoulders slumped in defeat, and he rubbed a hand against his face.

“...Pretty bad,” he murmured finally. “I just feel... dizzy. And achy, kind of. Stomach hurts.”

“Are you going to be sick again?” Warriors asked quietly, and Sky gave him a tiny shrug.

“Not right this second,” he mumbled, looking miserable. Warriors frowned, and looked around for anyone coming before coating his hand in just a bit of ice, resting it on Sky’s forehead.

Sky leaned into the touch with a sigh, and Sun squeezed his arm before getting up and going down the hall to get Sky some water. In the meantime, Warriors and Sky waited in silence for the nurse to finish whatever it was she was doing and see them.

Warriors couldn’t help but watch Sky as they waited, a faint look of discomfort on his brother’s face. His raspy breathing seemed louder in the quiet of the office, and Warriors held back a sigh as Sky coughed.

So much for an uneventful day at school.

“Why didn’t you want to just stay home, Sky? It would’ve been okay,” he asked quietly. Sky looked down at his feet, not replying for several moments.

“I didn’t want to bother Time,” he whispered. “You and him have done so much for me, and he would have had to stay home and you’ve been dealing with a lot lately, I...”

He shook his head, and coughed into his arm.

“...I didn’t want to add to it,” he mumbled.

“Time wouldn’t have minded, Sky,” Warriors said gently, and Sky kept looking at his feet. “We’re your family you know, we take care of each other. Even if it means missing a day or two of work.”

“His work is important,” Sky mumbled, and Warriors squeezed his arm.

“So are you, Sky.”

His brother swallowed again, but didn’t resist when Warriors tugged him over to lean on his shoulder.

Sun came back with a cup of water for him only moments later, and Sky gladly rinsed out his mouth. Warriors thought he looked a better after sipping the rest, a little less sickly-looking and pale. Though that might have just been the lighting in the room.

“You know, I feel a little bad for Groose, but... his face was pretty funny, wasn’t it,” Sun said after a minute, her lip twitching.

“He’s going to be so mad the next time he sees us,” Warriors replied with a held-back snicker, mind flashing back to Groose’s expression of utter shock.

“I’m never gonna hear the end of it,” Sky groaned. Warriors looked over at him, but Sky was smirking, a glint in his eye. “I just hope he doesn’t make me buy him new shoes.”

Warriors let out a snort, and he and Sun both broke into laughter, Sky joining them after only a moment.

All three were still laughing when the nurse finally came out to see them.

#Warriors on the phone later: hey Time remember when you said to have an uneventful day?#Time already sprinting towards the school: WHAT DID YOU DO #linked universe fanfic #lu Sky #lu time #lu warriors #lu sun #writing from the floor #incredibles au #incredibles au fic #watch me fake my way through writing about public school hee hee #Gaepora and the other sksw guys are highschool teachers and this is only middle school #and I know Owlan is probably his first name but i had to make it work alright #sky’s still struggling not to feel like a burden #he feels like more of a problem then he’s worth sometimes #Warriors is working on it

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elendsessor · 1 month

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i may be crucified for this opinion but

one of the many reasons i think dds deserves a remake is just how little impact some of the characters have and it’s really fucking sad. unless they’re party members or antagonistic forces they don’t get nearly as much screen time as they deserve and i think that hurts them as characters???

jinana and lupa especially. i get the setting of the first game is a battle royale that turned into a cannibal battle royale so of course not everyone could live but they kinda didn’t get as much screen time as they deserved. i mean think about it they kinda just exist to introduce their tribe, interact with the embryon for a bit, disappear, reappear once or twice, then next time you see them they’ve succumbed to hunger, you beat the shit out of them, and they end up dying. what little they are given does make you like them don’t get me wrong but a lot of that rides on dialogue which, as someone who loves seeing people experience certain plot stuff of games i enjoy, i kinda noticed that it was a really mixed result. it’s either “oh no anyways” with maybe the player getting a little melancholic when they get brought up again or the player doesn’t care. considering how important their struggles and mini arcs are that’s not good??? the fact that they exist solely to develop argilla and gale is a shame since unless you like the exchanges they have their deaths don’t have that big of an impact. they do get mentions and all that in 2 yet it kinda just. makes me question it more from the standpoint of what could’ve been done with them or the giant emotional aftermath that should’ve happened. this isn’t to say they can’t die or whatever but considering the interesting conflicts dds introduces and how it already struggled to explore it as much as it could’ve, jinana and lupa really did have the potential to help remedy some of those issues.

and then there’s fred aka the smokey of dds. i still don’t know why he exists except to explain why lupa somewhat knows what a child is and to introduce the existence of tiny humans to the gang. i’m sorry i straight up forget he was a character at points.

qds fixed a lot of this yes yet i still think it’s important to point out on a game standpoint, since most people who play dds don’t end up reading qds, and i really don’t think actual important contextual stuff or major aspects of a game’s themes should be exclusive to books. it’s not as bad as something like fnaf or other mascot horrors—that shit was over a decade later—but it is a major writing issue and i don’t think the fact that the original lead writer got sick and had to leave means there wasn’t a writing decline. you can tell there was stuff that was going to be built upon only to be abandoned or underdeveloped.

it’s extra sad because this is straight up one of the best instances of world-building the series has ever had, and the whole cannibalistic character drama mixed with spiritual and buddhist + hindu themes is something so inherently interesting while also being in some ways taboo??? there’s not a lot of games out there at least not made by indie developers that get that risky since it’s not marketable, and something like that is next to nonexistent now in the mainstream market. we fuckin need games like the dds duology that challenge the status quo and goddammit if it got expanded upon and had more development for side characters that would be actually perfect.

#thinking about dds this evening #kinda wanna also express the bad writing decisions wasn’t exclusive to side characters #i’m still mad over what happened with heat he’s genuinely interesting but got demoted to a simp #and just making him a secondary antagonist in 2 was a bad move i’m sorry but that whole thing was wasted potential #gale is the only character that actually got development and stayed consistently great writing wise #that and argilla but she wasn’t really as there as she was in 1 #they made cielo white and the comedic relief which. hey at least he’s fun and you can’t hate him it’s impossible #idk i have a ton of issues with dds on a writing standpoint. i love the duology but i also kinda don’t sometimes on a game standpoint #shantien rambles #dds #ddsat #digital devil saga

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bratprivilege · 6 months

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I am like literally begging the Internet to write image descriptions at this point

#sometimes I swear when a fandom gets an ID blog the individuals who had been writing their own just stop #just assuming the ID blog will pick up the slack so they don’t really need to worry about it anymore #how many times do we have to say an ID on the original post is 1 million times better #than going dumpster diving in the notes of every single mystery image on the dash with little to no context #hoping for the off chance that somebody somewhere has actually written one in a reblog #I see descriptions way more often than I did 10 years ago but still not nearly often enough #and I feel like the number of descriptions I see on my own dash has dropped significantly while I was gone #during those several months where I straight up couldn’t use Tumblr because they broke any excuse for accessibility on the app #don’t know if people just went ‘hey that one blind person I know is gone so I probably don’t need to bother with this anymore’ or what #but my dash is once again flooded with images that mean nothing to me and I seriously need to do a big unfollowing

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 7 months

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(TW: family conflict, religious trauma implied)

August 11th, 1992

I woke up to Sarah screaming tonight.

My lungs hurt for a reason I didn’t remember, but I could barely even choke out a cough before I ran out of my room to check on her. She was curled up by her bed, sobbing and hugging her stuffed rabbit close to her as she stared at the window. She looked horrified, and wouldn’t even look at me when I tried to ask her what happened. She only told me about how “something was outside her window”, broken up by sobs and cries for mom to help her.

When Mom and Dad eventually left their room to see what was going on, they stared at me as if I was the one that scared her. The reason she was crying. Or at least Dad looked at me like that. Mom was more focused on helping me stop Sarah’s crying to pay much attention to me. Though when I looked up at Dad, he looked almost furious with me. Then he went on a rant about how I’ve been scaring Sarah with my own delusions. Are you fucking kidding me? First you throw out all of my things cause you thought horror movies were rotting my brain with “satanic imagery” and now you’re saying that I’m scaring my own sister? I don’t get it. I don’t understand. I get I wasn’t the son you wanted, can you let it go already?

I’m going to Cesar’s tonight. I can’t stay here right now, I just can’t. I can hear them downstairs talking about it. I’ll wait until they’re done to leave, when they go to bed.

I hate not feeling at home in my own house anymore.

#mandela catalogue #tmc home sweet home au #hsh mark #hsh sarah #Arthur Heathcliff (tmc)#Leah Heathcliff (tmc)#religious trauma tw #shmorp writes sometimes #unreality #I don't understand. everythings so confusing now.#Why would she see something out her window when we sleep on the second floor?#ooc: H. Hey guys uh. new fic incoming. at some point it's in the works still but stay tuned

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sysig · 1 month

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The most fun you can have, barring the pain and torture (Patreon)

#Doodles #SCII #Helix #ZEX #Teisel #Max Vyer #Zack Fair #Vlad Masters #Weird fun fact??? The last time I posted Vlad was also in the same set as ZEX so uh????? Lol #I could not have possibly planned that so please just enjoy the serendipity - I certainly am lol #Anyway <3 Mostly leftover doodles for now! There's still more especially planned/in my notes but we're at a lull #And it's time for some silliness! :D Love silliness!#Starting with a very cute tiny ZEX ??ing at slippers - he really didn't wear footwear much - or at least it wasn't mentioned so lol #Max has barefoot energy too it's fine lol #And ZEX only wears shoes in his VUX form sometimes! Surely it's just as unnecessary for humans! Hehe #After I doodled him holding a pencil like half-properly I realized oh yeah - he wouldn't do that unless directed would he haha #Much more natural to curl - or at least as close as possible with fingers - around his writing implement :D #I do wonder what he'd think of human calligraphy brushes hmm - more natural? Less? He'd certainly enjoy watching but when doesn't he <3 #Oh I loved him sitting and enjoying the rain ♥ Reminded me of Gaster :D Though this came well-first hehe <3 #Just a very pleasant detail - amphibious lad loving precipitation hehe #Another simple one of hanging out with Teisel ugh he kicked his legs in the absence of his tail he's so cute weh ;;♥#Hey Max is actually here for a change!! I want to give him more attention he deserves it - especially with everyone being so mean to him :')#He just wants friends! He's barely here be nice to him while he is! At least Peter was nice to him haha #You only think he's creepy because you think he's fake and ZEX is real - they're both real don't be mean #Max's clinginess is so sad here haha :') Protect him pls <3 #I love ZEX's asides with Vlad lol ♪ Man I really haven't drawn him in ages too long!#Okay but the image of ZEX in a nurse costume? Amazing he'd rock it - Max even moreso since he'd understand the context <3 #Get this man in a skirt and heels stat he'll look So pretty ♫

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sophiethewitch1 · 1 month

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no i will NOT acknowledge the early warning signs for schizophrenia warning list what do i look like I'm someone who deals with their problems?? absolutely not

#sophie speaks #tw vent #i exist purely to make my meagre amount of followers worry. hey hope you're scared shitless again /jk #i should make a personal blog to talk about this stuff but i still see this as my personal blog and also it works like #yknow when u shoot a gun to make sure the rent doesn't go up. the idea of having even 3k followers scares me #anyways gang i literally have all of them lmfao #was talking to my mum last night about this really odd phenomena i experience sometimes #where peoples faces just look wrong #uncanny valley?? ugly?? terrifying?? idk i cant explain it they just look so disturbing to me i have to look away and #and i was like 'huh this sounds like schizophrenia' and then i had a valium because the idea scared me #ive got so much wrong with me I'm just so scared for my sense of reality to go wrong too #i just.. i feel like id be in complete free fall if i lost that #i mean technically did hearing voices is just inner hallucinations and i have those... all the time #well. im going back to undertale fanfic writing. healing my inner 15 year old w this one

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afniel · 6 months

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I have no self control. Like, at all. I told myself to give me at least a week off and I would not hear shit about it.

To be fair the entire contents are currently "Words go here" but still. That's three. Solid start.

Can you blame me though, the Vegas-Indy flight is so boring and I can get so much done during it.

#also I keep stressing that I'm starting with not much plan but then I started the last one with even less plan #and that went so well I'm sitting back kinda analyzing it going 'well THAT wasn't intentional but it's pretty cool'#so like. who needs a plan. I have a *direction* and that's different and enough to go on #planning is for people who are organized and have self-control and babey I have more ADHD than you've ever seen #the thing medication does is not organization #the thing it does is make me able to take actions in the first place #what those actions are going to be is still unorganized and entirely lacking self-control #but hey at least it'll get done which is a huge improvement! usually. usually. sometimes I could stand to Not tho.#but that won't happen. even I can't stop me so what makes you think anything else in the world can #also yeah the original file was titled 'fanned fiction' and still is in my head #writing

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popponn · 6 months

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in general, sometimes i really wonder what sort of impression i make on this place

#some told me (ily muach) but this sort of question do appear sometimes #like i know my personality and such #but like writing wise #and like from things i do here i really wonder how people see me #probably because im also new here and a bit tmi but this is like the most active i have been in socmed after quite a l o n g while #everyone here has been nothing but kind to me tho ily everyone #im glad im here hahaha #maybe one day i will talk about how happy i am whenever i talk to someone here #as a shy person it really means a lot to me haha #okay this is getting embarassing but yeah that question does exist #babblings #it's been 3 work days right so yeah let me be noisy this once again #or maybe i should make another blog that i treat like a priv acc and i dump everything there #hey thats a good idea actually #there are many things i want to say but all in all im really happy to be here. thank you everyone #i am still learning on how to express it and about interaction all in all as i am still as much of as a grandma as when i first start #but there is that. ily everyone #just putting this out here for a bit haha. might as well

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thatuselesshuman · 2 months

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The urge to write a character that has an absolutely diabolical backstory but is a ray of sunshine (not in the innocent way, but like the always happy and optimistic way) is STRONNGGGG

#imma do it #If you're wondering where the next Sorrow's Victor chapter is then #Well #It got sidelined for a min #I'm world building for a WIP I'll never write #I may still roll out a chapter 🤷#Idk #Depends on how much sleep I want to lose #i'm so cooked #But hey #Sometimes you gotta be cooked to learn how to cook #writing #creative writing #writer #writeblr #writerscommunity #on writing #wip #current wip

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keeps-ache · 2 months

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hehe. crackling

#just me hi #hey do your ears crackle and get kind of uncomfortable when people yell lol #sometimes regular loud noises do it but not really #it started happening like a year or so ago and blahh hfh #and then like a chill goes down from my ears to the back of my neck ? it's weird man #do i probably know why that is? yea lmao. do i wanna speculate anyway? Yes it's fun ehehehehegh :33 #the fairies dropped some dust on my bed during one visit and now it makes my ears itchy on the inside i guess #the ocean is whispering but reception is poor #old tissue paper from some birthday some years ago is still hangin around #tv static lives in my head and goes for walks sometimes :)#the characters stored inside are opening their packages #Thought Blender 3000 (Guaranteed Blending (Max Puree)) has been invoked #my neurons are playing musical chairs #brain is doin a little jig #the possibilities... Endless.........#//anywhoooo i have GOT to write #not because i have to but because i Need to. you understand #so i'm going to see which part of the universe will decide No. Not Now when i start hbvfhs :3 #let's seee #ofc i'm going to reblog a handful of things beforehand though. it's just the way things are done lol :33 #toooooodles :>>

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traitorsinsalem · 10 months

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bg3 is crazy for being a massive $70 larian + wotc collab game whose accessibility menu features subtitles that are present for less than half of all idle character dialogue and almost zero battle dialogue

#succ speaks #not to be the 'paizo wouldn't let this happen' guy but god this is actually insane #like why even have an accessibility menu at that point? i'd rather watch a youtube video with automatic captions #same energy as devs complaining that everyone was making their pcs a white human guy in early access while they had no asian human options #like bro i just want to know what bestie karlach is saying but if u make her mumble with no captions even tho i have subtitles on #tf am i supposed to do.....🤨😡😭💀#baldur's gate 3 is fun but this is pissing me off. like i'm prob not gonna keep playing this solo & only play online with friends #it's fun but. not fun enough to mimic the actual wacky bullshit i do with charisma rogues and bards in dnd or pf #i think i'm also used to having real humans around for ttrpg antics and dynamic character interactions so bg3 feels bland in comparison lol #also because irl i can ask people to repeat what they just said 🙃🙃🙃#joining the mob by accident was admittedly funnier in bg3 than it was in dnd though considering i stumbled into the base out of nowhere #i guess it just falls under ny philosophy that dnd is most fun when wotc has zero actual say in what happens and what we can do 👍#however as much as pf > dnd...bg3 > kingmaker. i think pathfinder is just to true of a ttrpg to adapt into a video game super well #like. the writing in wotr was WAY better than bg3 but still sometimes bad enough to be infuriating ESPECIALLY in regards to iomedae #but the weird ass iomedae stuff is also true in the adventure path itself and plenty of other people have complained about it #but hey at least in wotr the subtitles told me what she was saying every time she spoke 👍#wotr was still rly fun tho no hate to the game in general this is a quick slam of being pissed at bg3 again 🙏🙏

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dhmis-autism · 10 months

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SORRY. JUST REALIZED I ORIGINALLY SKETCHED THE STUFF FROM THAT LAST WIP POST IN. MARCH.

GODDDD...

#I GUESS MY WRIST FUCKING UP PUT ME FURTHER BACK THAN I THOUGHT #but also like. i was JUST talking about it in chat. i have a comic about the Three Of Them that i wrote in a frenzy in FEBUARY.#by the time i rewrote the dialogue and figured out the ending it was SEVEN FUCKING PAGES. SOLID.#OF JUST SCRIPT.#I STILL HAVENT EVEN FINISHED SKETCHING IT. YOU GUYS ARE NOT SEEING THAT SHIT UNTIL 2024 #sometimes an idea of them will grasp me and i will just write the script out in the middle of the night #I realistically. dont even know if you guys are gonna like my scripted stuff.#the first scripted thing i wrote was a yellow&duck comic that im STILL SKETCHING BACKGROUNDS ON #i could be really bad at writing for them. i could totally not get them at all.#but hey!#we'll see when we see I guess #BUT YEAH UH. SORRY FOR LITERALLY ALL I POST BEING WIPS NOWADAYS I AM JUST WORKING ON LIKE 5 DIFFERENT DRAWINGS AT ONCE #STILL TRYING TO GET MY SPRING STUFF DONE. AND ITS ALMOST FALL. SO :]#I JUST CARE SO MUCH ABT THOSE PUPPETS DAWG I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS FOR THEM #I HAVE!!! EVEN MORE DRAWINGS THAT I JUST HAVENT SHARED!!! bc i either made them for something real specific in the discord #or bc theyre phone doodles and i dont think theyre that great. or bc i made them just for a friend and thats like. theirs now kjdhkjdfhs #a lotta times once i finish drawing smth for a friend ill just never post it bft. so its just like. for that one thing and nothing else #ANYWAYS HAPPY 3 AM IM FORCING MYSELF TO GO TO BED #AND I STILL HAVE THE ANIMATIONS #AND THE FANART FOR LIKE 5 FICS I WANNA DO #OHHH GOD CMONNN BRO IM NEVER FINISHING ANYTHING #my postings

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hippogrifffeathers · 7 months

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Fic Masterpost

long-overdue, but we got there in the end. apologies if the formatting is lacking/awkward to navigate, and thanks for reading!

everything has also been posted to my hl ao3 account, if that's your platform of choice

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(i can't) reign it in

ao3 | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

In the immediate aftermath of battle, the professors race further into the foundations of Hogwarts. They daren't focus on the dangerous pickling of magic in the air, or how empty wiggenweld bottles crack underfoot- all that matters is getting to MC and Eleazar. They find them, but in a worse state than anyone could have foreseen. In the weeks that follow, MC struggles to cope with the grief of losing Professor Fig, determined to solider on alone. Repressing that pain has potentially devastating consequences for the secret of Ancient Magic.

(a three-parter exploring what i imagine the aftermath of the final battle might look like, coupled with concerned staff, and the support of our beloved companions)

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Mentor Privileges

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'What just happened?' 'I just got us out of trouble.' 'No, you just pulled an Ominis.' 'I what' 'Excuse me?'

When Professor Weasley catches MC, Sebastian, and Ominis sneaking back into the castle after curfew, it seems like only one desperate move might keep them out of serious punishment. Except, before Ominis can even murmur a syllable about his family connections to the Headmaster, MC is speaking, claiming Professor Fig authorised their excursion, and it turns out there's another trump card among their ranks. Afterall, how could a professor argue with another professor?

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Is This Seat Taken?

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Ominis didn't usually mind History of Magic. Dull as it was, at least the class gave him a change to get some peaceful sleep for once. It was almost enough to make up for the stinging loneliness that came with the reminder that he was sitting alone, that nobody wanted to sit next to a Gaunt- nobody except Sebastian and once upon a time, Anne.

And maybe, in the light of a newly blossoming friendship, MC.

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A Foal's Trust

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Death had a way of haunting you, especially when it occurs at your own hands. Sebastian hasn't been the same since that fateful night in the Feldcroft Catacombs, and struggles to come to terms with who he is in the aftermath- his gaze skirted around mirrors, he couldn't trust his own defensive magic, and begins to fade in to himself, steeping in self doubt.

For weeks, MC has felt condemned to watch as Sebastian's thoughts drifted to where they couldn't follow, longing to reach out and help, but feeling lost in knowing where to start.

But maybe it doesn't have to come from them.

And as it happens, they know just the den of unicorns that might be able to help.

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Don't Blame Me

ao3 | chapter one

Sebastian's concerns for MC's safety are at an all-time high. He's had it with their recklessness, their decision to trust a goblin the final nail in the coffin- if they refuse to listen to reason, insisting on continually endangering themselves, then Sebastian would simply have to take measures into his own hands.

When rumours begin to circulate about their latest exploit (the takedown of an ashwinder base) he's hit with an epiphany. Perhaps the enemy of his friend, could be his ally.

Whatever happened next, at least he'd always know MC was alive, no matter what the cost.

#hogwarts legacy #my fics #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #eleazar fig #all my fics are seasoned with seb x mc even where it isn't the focus simply bc of who i am as an individual #on this note i think i'll be dropping off for a while #i'll still stop by this account from time to time #and the ao3 #but probably no more writing unless i fall back into hl sometime in the future #unsure if this is common (but from the fandom death it sure looks like it is) but i've struggled to find motivation in this fandom?#which is something i could s o talk on about for a while (fandom death is always interesting especially if the fandom is new)#and sadly it really has got the best of me for hl #but hey idk i'd like to at least finish my pt two of 'don't blame me'!#how does one do a /fic/ masterpost i simply do not know

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 10 months

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Mandela Prophet AU: Catalyst

Evelin wakes up to hear knocking on her door, from someone she wasn't expecting to see again.

TW: blood, body horror

Notes: this is around. 3'500 words long, and takes place right after THIS fic! So. hope you enjoy this!!

Adam dreaded what he had to do.

His feet scraped across the damp concrete of the sidewalk, his clothes beginning to become soaked from the sudden rain. He hunched over, his black hood pulled over his head as he pressed his crossed arms over his sore chest. He stared at the ground in front of him, looking away from any puddles he stepped over, lest he see his own, haggard reflection. He didn’t want to remember how he looked; how dead and sickly his own appearance had become.

He glanced towards the houses he passed by, the streetlights nearby illuminating the dark street as he searched for the right one. He felt exhausted; wanting nothing more than falling asleep somewhere and not waking up until morning. However, as his eyes spotted a familiar house, he let out a sigh, taking in a deep breath as he attempted to brush off his desire to rest for just a little while longer. He thought intently to himself as he approached the home, standing in front of the door for a few moments before he raised his shaking, thin hand, and knocked on the door.

Evelin was sleeping in her room when she heard the knocks from her front door. She awoke, eyes slowly opening when she heard the knocks again, sounding heavier and louder than before. She laid still for a few more moments before letting out a sigh and throwing the covers off of her, walking towards the lamp in her room before turning it on. She glanced at the electronic clock on her nightstand, it reading 3:23 AM in bright red text. She stared at the time for a few more moments of silence, all before she opened her bedroom door and walked down the hallway. She was wearing a plain, black, long sleeved shirt along with baggy grey sweatpants as pajamas, not bothering to get dressed as she walked through her house, towards the front door.

Adam waited, shuddering slightly as he stared at the ground before he heard the locks on the door click. He looked up to see the door crack open slightly, a tired Evelin looking up at him before her eyes widened slightly. She remained silent and strangely still before Adam forced himself to speak.

“E…Eve—”

Evelin slammed the door shut on his face.

Eve stared at the door as she heard Adam knocking on it from the other side. “Eve? Come on, please just…listen to me.” Adam stated.

“I-I…I don’t…” Eve shook her head. “Why? I thought you hated me.”

“I never said I hated you—”

“You acted like it.” Eve responded, trying to cover up the fact that she felt the urge to cry.

“Look…I…I need to talk to you, okay?” Adam sighed.

“I’m…done talking to you.”

“Can you just listen?” Adam paced around Eve’s porch as he thought to himself. “Look, something happened, and I need…” Adam paused, considering whether he wanted to say the thing he needed to. He took in a breath before hesitantly choking it out. “…I need your help.”

The silence made Adam’s hair stand on end.

“Help?” Eve said, her voice sounding closer to the door than before. “I’ve tried to help you…but you never accepted it. How can I help you if you refuse to let me help you?”

Adam stood still, not answering the question as he thought to himself intently. He looked back at the front door, wondering if Eve was truly the best person to talk to. Nevertheless, he continued.

“Okay, I get it. I was a dick.” Adam said. “I’m not asking to get back together or even be friends I just…need…help, okay? Or at the very least I just…need to talk. Even if after tonight we…never see each other again.”

Adam stood in front of the door, his arms crossed and his head low, wondering just how guilty he truly felt; he meant everything he said to Eve at the moment, even if said things were harsh. He didn’t think he hated her, though he had a feeling Eve didn’t feel the same way, and at that point he couldn’t care less. As the silence continued, Adam sighed, turning away to walk the long journey back to his vehicle before he heard the chain lock on the door be taken off and the door open.

“Ten minutes.” Eve stated. “You get ten minutes to explain yourself.”

Adam sat on the couch in Evelin’s living room as she stared at him from a chair to the side of it, her eyes and body language showing her unsaid discomfort. Adam scratched his head, thinking deeply about how he could possibly start his explanation before Eve spoke up.

“Is this about…our argument from a while back?”

“No.” Adam shook his head, staring at the ground as he folded his thin hands in front of him. “It’s…it’s not.”

“…What…happened to you anyway?” Evelin asked, staring at Adam’s face. “You…you look—”

“I know.” Adam responded quietly. “I…I look like shit; I feel like…shit.”

Eve glanced away as she let out a breath. “What do you need from me?” She asked quietly. “It’s nearly four in the morning; I’d…assume it was serious.”

“…Yeah.”

“What can I do then?” Eve asked. “You’re…not telling me much.”

“Evelin.” Adam stated. “…I…something is…wrong.” He paused for a second. “With me.”

“Like…what?”

“…I…don’t even…know.” Adam said quietly. “I don’t even know.”

Evelin sighed before standing up. “You want…water or something?”

“…Sure.”

Eve walked past Adam and into her small kitchen grabbing a couple cups from the cabinet as Adam thought to himself. He heard the faucet running for a second as he considered his next words, all before sucking up his worry and spitting them out.

“I’m sorry.”

Eve became still, looking back at Adam on the couch. “…What?”

“…I’m sorry.” He repeated, sounding more defeated then before. “…And I hate that this is what it took for me to say that.”

“Adam, what do you mean—”

“Eve.” Adam looked up at Evelin, his dilated eyes staring at her with a look of pensiveness; a new expression coming from him, at least to Evelin. “…I fucked up.”

Evelin looked at him, relaxing slightly as he saw Adam look back down, seemingly thinking. “…I-I fucked up.” He repeated in a quieter voice than before. “Look I…there’s…something…wrong with me. There’s always been something fucking wrong; I see it now.”

Evelin watched as he held his head low, not making eye contact even once. She placed the two cups of water on the counter, all before walking towards Adam and hesitantly sitting next to him on the couch.

“I’m…there’s something…inside of me that…wants out.” Adam choked out his words, thinking of ways to say what he needed to but struggling to do so. “It…it wants to…hurt people. A-And I don’t want to hurt anyone, that’s never been something I wanted to do, never—”

“Adam, what are you talking about?” Evelin questioned, unable to cloak the worry in her voice.

“I’ve KILLED people, Evelin.”

Eve grew silent, sitting up straight and staring at Adam with widened eyes as he began to silently cry. She couldn’t think of a single thing to say before Adam spoke up instead.

“I’ve…I’ve killed people. Multiple people.” Adam admitted. “I…But it wasn’t…me.”

“Adam.” Eve said quietly, almost scared to take her eye off of him.

“…Eve?” Adam glanced only vaguely in her direction as he swallowed hard. “…My body doesn’t belong to me anymore.”

Eve looked away, unable to even begin to process the words she was told as the two became silent, all that was being heard was faint crying from Adam and the sound of the crickets outside. All before Adam shuddered, hunching over as he pressed his hand against his chest. Eve turned back towards him, seeing that he was staring at the ground with widened eyes.

“Oh God.” He choked out, his voice barely audible. “God please not now.”

“Adam…What the actual fuck do you mean?!” Eve questioned, Adam barely registering that she was even speaking as he felt something shifting in his stomach. “Y-You…You killed someone?!”

“E…Eve—”

Evelin quickly stood up, staring at Adam with horror as he began trembling, staring back at her with widened eyes. “I’m calling the fucking cops.” Evelin stated, her voice audibly shaking. “…get the fuck out of my house. Now.”

“W-wait, don’t do that,” Adam quickly stood up, grasping his stomach with one shaking arm while holding his other towards Evelin. “Please, this is serious—”

“GET OUT!” Evelin commanded, her voice cracking as she tried to resist the urge to cry.

“For the love of God, Evelin PLEASE—” Adam was interrupted when he abruptly lurched forward, pressing his hands against his torso as he let out a surprised and pained yell. He stumbled a few steps forward, looking down at his chest in confusion before Evelin quickly stepped backwards. Adam looked up to see her rushing towards a landline phone on the wall as he weakly held up his hand towards her.

“Eve…listen to me.” He exhaled, his breathing quickening despite feeling something pressing against his lungs. “Don’t do that, it’ll be a mistake, please just—” another jerk in his torso caused him to stumble once again, slamming against the wall with his side as he winced. He looked back at Evelin, who was staring back in confused horror with the phone in her hand. Adam pushed himself away from the wall, stepping forward and around the couch as he stared at Evelin, holding his hand out once again in an attempt to show he wasn’t a threat, despite not being sure if he wasn’t.

“Eve…” He began, feeling a pressure in his throat as he tried to force his words out. He swallowed hard, and managed to choke out two words: “I’m…sorry.” He began to back away, stumbling over his feet as he glanced behind him, seeing the front door and his way out of there. He took one last look at Evelin, who was still staring at him with a cold, fearful gaze, one that made a pit form in Adam’s gut; one that pierced his very soul, if he even had one anymore. Adam wanted to cry, though he knew that his tears had run out a long time ago.

He turned, walking towards the door before he froze. He felt something shift under the hand clutching his stomach, causing him to let out a quick yell before falling to his knees. He looked down at himself, wrapping his arms around himself as he fell onto his back, his breathing becoming heavy and strained as he kicked at the air in an attempt to relieve the growing discomfort. He looked at Evelin, who was backing away, the phone dangling from its cord.

“…A-Adam?” She squeaked. “Adam what’s happening?”

Adam couldn’t give an answer even if he knew it, unable to say anything or let out any sound that wasn’t a gasp or pained yell. He looked down at himself, feeling his ribs shaking and bending in awkward ways. He unzipped his hoodie, looking down at his pale grey shirt before pulling it up, revealing his bare stomach and chest. His ribs were shifting under his skin, in a way that felt familiar yet alien at the same time. He watched as his ribs began bending outwards, pressing against his skin before breaking through, the bones tearing through his skin as they fanned out. Blood dripped and poured from the wounds as Adam shrieked in confusion and horror, his spine bending outward as he began to convulse, his legs kicking and his hands grasping at nothing in particular.

Evelin backed down the hallway, staring at Adam as he writhed on the floor, kicking furniture as blood began to pool onto the wooden floor underneath him. They couldn’t find the words to say, listening to the choir of distorted and agonized screaming coming from the man in their living room. Adam curled outwards, shutting his eyes tightly as he let out the loudest scream he could muster, barely covering up the sound of his skin tearing. He felt the limbs press against his chest and stomach’s skin, pushing through until they hit open air, sliding out of the open wounds, coated in Adam’s blood. Adam looked down, being able to see his skin stretching and tearing to make room for the parasitic limbs, all before he let his head back down to hit the floor under him, tears silently running down his head.

Evelin screamed, stumbling back further as she stared at Adam, who returned her gaze with horror filled eyes. They stared at each other, Adam going silent for a moment before his body was dragged out of view by the limbs protruding from his torso, with a trail of blood following him. Eve covered her mouth, staring down the hallway at the puddle of blood on the floor as she listened to Adam’s screams from just out of view. The squelching and tearing of skin made Evelin want to vomit, but her throat felt dry despite it. She entered her bedroom, staring down the hall as she did before noticing that Adam’s screams sounded…muffled, and soon enough, they stopped entirely. The thumping of Adam’s flailing limbs and the sound of his skin ripping ceased as well, delving the apartment into an uncomfortable silence. Evelin was too scared to make a sound, silently crying and suppressing her own sobs before she heard something; a voice.

“…E…v…e…lin…?”

“…Adam…?”

“…Are…y…ou…there?” Adam asked, his voice sounding oddly choked and forceful.

“…What…wh-what was that?!” Evelin questioned, feeling white hot tears running down her cheeks.

“…I…c…an’t…s…see…you.”

Evelin heard the sound of shuffling just out of view, like something being dragged along the ground. She stared towards the end of the hallway as the shifting sounded as though it was getting closer. They continued to stare in silence until something came into view near the bottom of the wall; a head. Adam’s head was turned towards her, with only his eyes visible from behind the wall. His eyes were being forced open by blackened, bony fingers, looking around quickly before fixating on Evelin.

“…Found…you.”

Adam’s body was dragged into the hallway by eight humanoid yet mangled and skeletal arms, feeling the walls and floor as it crawled towards Evelin, causing her to shriek and slam the door to the bedroom closed. She stared at the door before she heard banging against it from Adam’s many limbs, Evelin backing away as she sobbed and covered her mouth.

“EEeeveeee…” “Adam” stated. “It’s safe…I’m o…kay…n..ow.”

Evelin shook her head looking frantically around her room for a potential exit before her eyes fixed on the window on the opposite side of the room.

“Evelinnnn, I…have so…me...thing to…s…show you.” Adam droned, his voice being used by something that wasn’t him. Evelin grasped the lamp beside the door, unplugging It before dragging it towards the window. The sound of a loud crash against the door caused her to freeze, letting out a surprised scream as she looked back at the wooden door. A crack had formed, and with another crash, one of the limbs broke through, feeling around the door for the handle as a couple other hands followed suit. Evelin took in a deep breath before turning back towards the window, holding up the lamp before smashing it against the glass. Both the window and the lamp’s light bulb shattered, with shards of glass falling to the ground in front of Evelin’s bare feet.

She stared at the glass, throwing the lamp down as she pressed her hands against the bug screen of the window, luckily being able to push it out quickly. She felt the glass stab her feet and cut her hands as she pushed herself out of the window, landing on the grass below right as she heard the sound of the door being thrown open. She weakly pushed herself up, looking back at the window before scrambling towards the front of the house; where her car was.

“You…t…rust me…don’t…you?” Adam continued as Evelin sprinted away. Eve ran until she found herself at her car, frantically searching through her pockets for her keys; no luck. She looked back at the house, hearing faint muttering before she ran down the road, trying to ignore the sharp pain in her feet that came with every step. Her breathing was quick and frantic, with her tears barely visible through the rain. She wanted to scream for help, though the fear of being heard by something that wasn’t a friendly face made her throat tight.

She sniffled and sobbed as she ran through town, and despite not hearing “Adam’s” voice behind her anymore, she still couldn’t bring herself to slow down. She ran even as her legs became sore and her body became tense. She looked behind her, seeing nothing but empty streets and the yellow light from the streetlights above. She slowed down, finally stopping as she realized nothing was following her. She looked around, all before she felt her throat become tight and her eyes water. She sat down on the curb, pulling her knees towards her chest and burying her face in her arms, beginning to let out her sobs despite feeling like she had already cried all her tears away.

She sat in the rain, feeling it hit her head and bloodied hands and feet as she silently cried, all before she saw something from the corner of her eye. She flinched, looking up to see headlights approaching. She stood up, stumbling back as the car slowed down beside the sidewalk, all before stopping. She stared at the vehicle before someone opened the driver’s side door, stepping out and looking at her. She felt a wave of relief before she choked out the words: “…Mr. Davis?”

Thatcher walked into view, wearing a leather jacket over a faded “Exorcist” shirt underneath it, along with a pair of worn jeans. He had a scruffy, unshaved beard and his bleached hair draped over the sides of his head. It had a few piercings; a silver septum piercing and earrings. It looked exhausted, though despite its haggard appearance, its gaze felt human; more than Eve could say of Adam.

“What’s going on, are you alright kid?” He asked as he approached carefully.

Eve remained silent, looking at Thatcher as it approached. She stared up at its face, all before coming closer and hugging him tight, happy to see a friendly face. Thatcher returned the favor, all before asking quietly, “What happened?”

“H-He…he…I don’t…I don’t know.” Evelin stammered, their mind going too fast to process their own thoughts. Thatcher looked at Evelin, seeing her cut hands and feet before thinking to himself.

“…You need to get patched up.” He sighed. “Do you mind coming with me? I can get you some help.”

“…I…sure…y-yeah I would…like that.”

Thatcher led Evelin towards his car, opening the passenger door and letting her in before entering from the opposite side. He drove away, glancing at Evelin every few seconds to make sure she was alright. Silence fell between the two for a while, with Eve staring off into space as she rubbed her arms, despite the pain the action did to her hands. Thatcher sighed deeply as it stared back at the road. “There’s a blanket in the back seat, if you’re cold.”

“Oh…Thank you.” Evelin turned towards the back, grabbing the folded up blanket before draping it over her body.

“…What happened to you, if you don’t mind me asking?” Thatcher asked, his brows furrowed.

“…I…don’t…I don’t even know.” Evelin responded.

“Can you remember how it started at least?”

“…My…boyfriend…ex-boyfriend came to my house.” She recited. “He…kept…talking about how he…something happened and how he was responsible then…oh God—”

“You don’t…have to tell me right away.” Thatcher stated, causing Evelin to look at him quizzically. “…Just…we’ll focus on getting you patched up and comfortable, okay?”

“…Okay.”

Thatcher looked back at the road, with Evelin looking out of the window as they thought to themself. They glanced once at Thatcher before looking away once again, all before hesitantly speaking.

“How…why were you there?”

“What?”

“Why were you…driving around this late at night?” Evelin asked. “I thought…you didn’t work here anymore.”

Thatcher paused as he thought to itself. “Just…intuition I guess.” It responded. “Something…told me to go there, so…I did.”

Evelin and Thatcher grew silent, looking away from each other before Evelin spoke up once again.

“…Can…I stay with you for a while?”

Thatcher didn’t respond right away, looking at Evelin as he considered the question, all before letting out a sigh.

“…If it makes you comfortable,” He responded. “Then…yes.”

“Thank you.”

Thatcher thought for a moment, all before speaking once again.

“…No problem, kid.” He stated. “Just…try and get some rest when we get there, okay?”

“…I’ll…try.”

Silence fell once again as Thatcher thought to himself, wondering what happened while also refusing to pry at a fresh wound any more than he needed to. He supposed it would have to wait until morning; maybe Evelin would feel better then, he hoped.

#the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue #tmc #mandela prophet #prophet adam (tmc)#Evelin miller #thatcher davis #blood tw #body horror #shmorp writes sometimes #heehoo more au fics #I'm. hoping I get back into the swing of things in terms of writing and drawing.#kinda. got stuck in. low motivation purgatory that. i'm still kinda stuck in honestly /lh #but hey. hope you guys enjoy this nonetheless :)

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