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[agentplutonium]

Snippet Sunday !!

Thanks @angelicaether for the tag! They posted a very lovely snippet of xyr Christian/Amanda fic! def go check it out.

No pressure tagging: anyone who wants to do this, but also @penncilkid @dizzy-n-busy to name a few (I'm sleepy I can't think of anyone else)

I will be the first to admit that I have not been writing as mush as I would like to. However, I do have a few snippets of two AU's that live in my docs, one older and one a more recent addition. To no ones surprise, they are not Milo/Sweetheart-centric.

First I have an old TLOU AU that I have not touched in ages. It really doesn't follow the story of TLOU but is more set in that universe. In this snippet, Sweetheart is on their way to find Milo again.

Second I have Pirate Captain!Sweetheart fic that was inspired by my recent binge of The Pirates of the Caribbean movies. There isn't much more to say about that.

Small note: in both snippets, I use my nickname for Sweetheart (Sneaks) in case it's confusing/you don't like it ^^

ANYWAY snippets under the cut <33

TLOU AU

Sneaks rounded the cottage once, looking for any signs of life. They didn’t see any. The windows were dark, and there was an unfathomable amount of debris on the porch. They approached the door cautiously, trying the handle. It was unlocked, and Sneaks paused as their heart flew to their throat. They stuck their head in, flashlights sweeping the area. It was left exactly how they remembered, albeit dingier and dustier. They decided to move in, gun held at the ready as they did so. They knew realistically no cordyceps would be in here, but they couldn't let their gourd down until they checked every nook and cranny.

Sneaks deemed the house clear as they rounded into the last room. Dropping their gun a bit, Sneaks let themself feel a little disappointed that there wasn’t something here. The place looked like it hadn’t been touched since the initial infection. They went back to the main room.

A picture frame caught their attention. They picked it up, whipping away the dust that caked it. It revealed a picture of them and Milo on the shores of the lake. Sneaks stared at it, at him. They were both so happy. So… carefree. They would give anything to go back to that. To before.

Sneaks thumb brushed against Milo’s face, biting their lip to quell the sting in their eye.

There was a creak behind them, and Sneaks swung around, gun aimed. Their finger started squeezing the trigger, but a voice rang out.

“Wait!”

Sneaks paused, finally focusing on the figure in front of them. Familiar features looked back at them. His hands were up, one hand holding a handgun. Sneaks’ eyes were drawn to the scar that stretched on the outer corner of his left eye. They knew that scar.

“Ash?” Sneaks whispered.

Pirate Captain AU

Milo was manhandled onto the ship, the grip on his arms so tight it would leave bruises. Milo wasn’t going without a fight, cursing the pirates out and trying to get out of his bindings. He wasn’t even sure why he was there, just remembered excited shouting before he was grabbed. Only a few words got through, one of which being ‘nobility’, but that didn’t help either. There were shouts around the ship, and everyone was moving at once. Milo couldn’t keep up. He thinks they’re working on disembarking. That shot a bolt of panic through Milo, and he struggled even harder.

“Let me go! I’m not who you think—”

“Shut it,” one of them growled in his ear, a knife coming out as extra incentive. “Or you’re about to have much bigger problems.”

“Damien,” a voice rang out, quieting the ship as it was heard. “What do you have?” ‘What do you have’ as if Milo wasn’t a whole human being. His blood boiled as he looked for who was talking. His eyes fell on a pirate approaching them, cautiously taking one step at a time. They had a hate on, a long coat that vaguely resembled the colours of his town, and were overall very menacing. There was an air of command to them that he couldn’t ignore. A step behind them was another pirate, this one a lot buffer than the first had been. If the first was menacing, the second was straight-up evil-looking. Scars crisscrossed the skin he could see, and they disappeared under the clothes that they did have on.

“A captive, Cap’n,” Damien responded. 

“We don’t take captives.” The captain said slowly, eyeing Milo. “He doesn’t even seem like the type to be a good sailor.”

“Hey—”

The Captain had their sword out, almost leisurely, the point digging into Milo’s throat just enough to be prominent, before Milo could continue his sentence. “What? Does the pretty boy want to be a pirate? Want to be the criminal of the sea, hanging by his neck before the end of the week?”

Milo didn’t answer.

“That’s what I thought,” they said, putting the sword away. “I don’t want him.”

“But, Captain,” the second pirate who had his arm started. He was bigger than Damien, but he didn’t seem as aggressive. “I think this is who we need.”

“Is it? Him? The nobility?”

Milo shook his head quickly. “I am not Noble, I swear.” “Then why were you in the mansion?” Damien asked.

“I just—”

“Damien, you’re smarter than this,” The Captain said.

“It was Huxley’s idea! I just got us out of there before anyone noticed!” Damien defended.

“Not true,” the big one—was he Huxley?—defended. “Cap, you have to believe me—”

The captain held up their hand, and Huxley fell quiet. “I don’t want him,” they repeated, “throw him over.”

Damien and Huxley went to do just that, but Milo fought back. “Wait, please! Return me to shore!”

He was able to break free for a second, but was unable to keep his balance, falling to his knees harshly.

“And why should I do…” The Captain trailed off, looking at Milo. Milo’s chest to be more exact. 

They stalked forward, face unreadable. Milo wasn’t sure what to do. They bent down, grabbing at his neck. Milo flinched away before he realized they had gone for his pendant. He stayed still, watching their face as they inspected it. The ship was dead silent as they did, the only sound was the lap of the waves against the boat, and the distant city they just left.

“What did you say your name was, lad?” The Captain whispered, looking at him.

“Greer. Milo Greer.”

The Captain studied him for a moment before straightening again. “I’ve changed my mind. Send him to the brig.”

The chatter started up again, and Milo was grabbed and dragged to his feet.

“No! Please! I did nothing!” He protested.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say you did nothing,” The Captain said, back turned.

“Who are you?! What do I mean to you?!”

“What you mean to me is not your business,” The Captain snapped, rounding on him agian. “As for who I am, I’m Captain Ghost. Most feared pirate on the seven seas. People call me Sneaks,” they gripped his chin, forcing him to look them in the eyes, “but if I ever hear that name out of your mouth, that will be the last thing you ever say. Savvy?”

Milo didn’t respond.

“See you later, pretty boy,” They whispered, before pushing him away roughly and stalking away.

#thanks for the tag aether! #plutonium_WIPW #plutonium_snippets #tag games #Plutonium_taggames #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted audio milo #redacted audio sweetheart #redacted fanfiction #redacted fanfic #guys both of these are so dear to my heart but I have like no time to write help

[agentplutonium]

gonna post a WIP Wednesday (not on Wednesday but I get a pass because I said so) because I haven't in a while and I'm actually excited to be working on this specific wip BUT:

@dizzy-n-busy has this amazing Milo art that they gave me permission to write an au off of. So here is a snippet of that cause I can't remember the last time I was this excited to write something.

Milo sidled up to the bar, perching on one of the stools as the bartender approached. “Gin, neat, would’ya Vincent?” “Of course,” Vincent said, giving him a small smile. It wasn’t like Milo’s order had changed much since he started coming here. “I’ll get that right up.” Milo glanced back at his table, watching as Asher continued to animately fight with David about something stupid. He couldn’t even remember what the original argument was about at this point. He scoffed, rolling his eyes. They always got like this. “Gin on the rocks,” a voice said near him, and Milo looked over to see damn near the prettiest person he’s seen in a while. “Anything for you, hun,” the second bartender said, whom they all call Volts because of their power before getting turned, while giving them a teasing smile. “You’re pretty late. I was starting to think I wouldn’t see you tonight.” “Case got me in the office late,” The person said. “Here you go, Milo,” Vincent said, sliding a glass in front of him.  “Hey, hey, before you go,” Milo started, motioning to the stranger a few stools down from him, “who’s that? I haven’t seen them before.” “Who, Sneaks?” Vincent asks. “They usually come in before you lot do. Listen, I wouldn’t-” There was a shout from the other side of the bar, the person waving Vincent over once they had his attention. Vincent turned back to him, hiding the slight frown that etched into his face from the patron. “I’ll be back.” He slipped off, and Milo made his move. Volts was just sliding the glass to this ‘Sneaks’ when Milo came up. “Person of taste, I see,” he commented, grinning at them. Sneaks regarded him for a moment, only to glance back at Volts. Volts only shrugged before slinking off with a coy smile. “What’s it to you, exactly?” “It doesn’t have to be anything you don’t want it to,” Milo said, sitting down, a stool in between them. Milo may have ulterior motives for this chat, but he wasn’t about to scare the pretty thing away. “Just friendly conversation.” “Why do I have a feeling it’s never just friendly conversation with you?” The stranger commented, raising an eyebrow before they took a sip from their drink. “Do you want it to be more than friendly?” Milo asked, lip turning up into a smirk. Sneaks didn’t answer, rolling their eyes. “Name’s Milo,” he introduced himself, holding out his hand. The stranger regarded it for a moment before reaching out to meet him.  “People call me Sneak’s,” They replied.  “You sure do like the mysterious aesthetic, huh, Sweetheart,” Milo teased.  “You got a problem with that?” Sneaks asked. “Not at all,” Milo said genuinely, bringing their hand up to kiss it. “Makes me more curious to get to know you, even.” “Yeah. Sure,” Sneak said, pulling their hand away.  “I’m serious,” Milo insisted. “I’m sure you are,” Sneaks said. “You don’t believe me,” Milo said, taking a sip of his drink. “It’s not that I don’t believe you,” Sneaks said, eyes trained on the glass in their hand, “just that you’re not the first to try. You’re either going to forget about me or not see me enough to properly pursue me.” “As if I could forget a cute face like yours,” Milo said. “I’d sooner be haunted by it than forget. I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m not like other guys.” Sneaks let out a humourless laugh. “Yeah, okay, toots.”

#plutonium_WIPW #on a Monday night #“but pluto that's just posting snippets-” SHH i can do what I want /lh #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted wip #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #guys I cannot explain how much I love this concept #oh and Sweetheart calling Milo toots??? dead I cant deal with this #i love them so much PLEASE #im already a thousand words into this fucker and we're only on point one of my outline #this is gonna be LONG

[agentplutonium]

WIP Whursday

I got tagged by the lovely @ejunkiet! Thank you for the tag ej <3

I’m tagging: you, reading this (if you want to) but also (no pressure tag time) @penncilkid annnnd @dizzy-n-busy because i can’t think of anyone else help

Now, did I do a WIP Wednesday yesterday? Yes. But i’m still doing this because I actually got to work on a wip today because i was motivated by the tag, so take another update of my Imp!Milo fic ^^

(continued below the cut)

“Milo! Milo, down here!”

Milo was spun around and bolting down the hallway in seconds. The elemental didn’t follow him.

The closer he got the more he felt Sweetheart's core. It was weaker than normal, explaining why he couldn’t pick up on it before. Their stealth core was hard to pick up as it was, but when they were exhausted? It may as well have not existed.

He nearly missed the door they were behind, but quickly brute forced his way through. The door nearly blew off of its hinges with the force of it, and the people closest to it scrambled away.

Sweetheart was on the floor, struggling to breathe, and Milo saw red. He just barely remembered to tell Asher where he was before he was lunging at the guy looming over them. He was able to get his teeth around an arm before he could properly retaliate, throwing him to the other side of the room.

Milo was at Sweetheart’s side in a second, nuzzling up against them for a moment. Sweetheart was breathing properly again, albeit gasping for the stolen air. Milo was satisfied for the time being. There was shuffling behind him, and Milo spun around with a vicious growl ripping from his chest. He stood over Sweetheart, snapping at anyone who dared step to close.

He didn’t have to worry too much, as Asher stalked through the door a few moments later. He made quick work of getting to Milo, shrieks if pain following him, before he was pacing in front of them, planning his next attack.

With Asher there, Milo turned his attention back to Sweetheart, keeping an ear out for trouble. They were in worse shape than he originally thought. There were bruises and gashes all over their body, and they were shivering. Their coughs and gasps subsided but they were still struggling. Milo whined softly, nuzzling against them again.

They’re bad. Really bad. We have to get them out of here, Milo said to Asher.

Alright, we’ll make a game plan. Focus on keeping them conscious.

Milo pushed against Sweetheart’s arm, huffing against them. Sweetheart stirred, hand shifting until it reached his paw.

“‘m fine,” Sweetheart gasped out, blood trickling down the side of their mouth.

The fuck did they do to you? Milo growled, knowing Sweetheart couldn’t hear him.

#plutonium_WIPW #i love this fic so much #i think i like doubled the wc today which i’m excited about #normally i don’t have the motivation to write this much #redacted audio #redacted audio milo #redacted audio sweetheart #redacted sweetheart #redacted milo #redactedverse

[agentplutonium]

WIP Wednesday

I got tagged by @ejunkiet! Thank you for the tag <3

I can't think of anyone to tag, but if you see this and want to do it please do! You do not need to wait for a tag to do something like this

I will be honest I haven't been writing all that much recently, but there a few things I was able to clang out in between classes and other commitments I have, so there's that. Both snippets are Milo/Sweetheart (because of course they are), one being the Mafia AU I am working on that was inspired by Laveau and the other being a new genre I am trying out. Anyway, snippets under cut:

Mafia AU:

“Yeah, well, David thinks this is a great idea,” Sweetheart teased, arms wrapping around Milo’s waist. “I never said it wasn’t,” Milo said, smiling, “getting to watch you up on that stage while I’m behind the bar? It’s going to be like a dream come true.” Sweetheart rolled their eyes, but the adoration behind them was still there when they returned to Milo. “We’ll see what David thinks of you slacking while I’m up there.” “Speaking of David,” Milo said, pulling back just a bit, “were you able to talk to him? About-” “It’s all settled,” Sweetheart cut him off, waving away the concern. “He knows the risks, and he’s willing to take them. He said that he takes care of his dancers, and I’m no exception.” Milo nodded, relief flooding through him for a moment. He knew David wouldn’t refuse to help, but they both knew what Sweetheart was trying to escape. However, they didn’t have to worry about that. “Good. You’re going to do great tonight, Sweetheart.” Sweetheart grinned, “Of course I am.”

Another Milo/Sweetheart Snippet: CW for suggestive conversation. (This fic might be my first smut fic, honestly. but we'll see where that goes. moving on)

“We’re going,” Milo whispered into their ear. “hmm?” Sweetheart hummed, leaning back against him, a warm pressure. “What for? I thought you were enjoying yourself,” they teased.  “I’m going to get my hands on you in the next few minutes, whether it’s in front of these office jockeys or not,” Milo said, dark eyes watching them.  “But we still have the pack celebration to go to,” Sweetheart reminded him, turning so they could press into his side. He had a hand on their hip without thinking, holding them in place. “That was part of our deal.” “They can wait,” Milo said lowly, “besides, they are used to how I am with you. These buzz kills?” He paused to gesture to the other partygoers discreetly, “Wouldn’t know what to do with themselves if I kissed you right now. Without tongue.” Sweetheart laughed, hiding their amusement behind the glass that they were holding. “You can’t go calling them buzz kills, Milo, this is networking for me,” they chastised. They didn’t disagree, though.  Milo rolled his eyes playfully. “Well, they know about the other party, just not when. So, we can go.” Sweetheart considered it, not breaking eye contact with him while they did, always trying to see his intentions. As if he wasn’t already upfront about everything with them, but this was a game that they played. There was something in their eye, a playful glint that he—well, that he really liked. They smirked, taking a sip of their drink. They didn’t miss the way he followed the path the liquid took as they swallowed if the smug look they wore had anything to say about it. “Wait for me beside the car,” Sweetheart said finally, pressing the glass that they had into Milo’s hand. “Let me explain my absence before another rumour gets out about me.” They didn’t have to tell Milo twice.

anyway. i miss writing. i hate when university gets in the way.

#plutonium_WIPW #redacted audio #redacted audio milo #redacted audio sweetheart #redactedverse #guys i don't know how i feel about either of these fics #its just cause im like JUST starting them and I need to write more in order for the ideas to be finalized but still #something something if im not good at something right away it's never gonna be good #im working on it #anyway ✌️

[agentplutonium]

I'm doing a wip Wednesday to keep my motivated for this wips I'm working on because I'm finally on break and theoretically have the time SO up today we actually have two wips:

An update on my Imp!Milo fic I have in my wips (Imp!Milo loses Sweetheart and becomes unrecognizable)

An update on my 1920's Milo/Sweetheart fic I have going on

All below the cut <3

Imp!Milo

Milo’s vision tunnuled. “Where are you?” “West corridor, they have me surrounded, I’m still cloaked so I don’t think they know where I am, but-” The line crackled, then went dead, and Milo looked back at Asher, who was frozen a few feet behind him. “Sweetheart?” Milo asked. Silence. Milo could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his years, and he tried again. “Sweetheart?” The line came alive again, and Milo’s blood ran cold at what he heard. “Don’t you fucking touch him, do you hear me?! I swear to god if you touch a damn hair on his head-!” Sweetheart’s scream was cut off. There was a humourless laugh, deep and dark, that filtered across the walkie. “Looks like we found your little ghostie,” a voice said, the same person who was laughing. “Say goodbye little ghostie.” “Milo don’t fall for it, I’m fine,” Sweetheart tried to reassure him. “I’ll be fine, stay there, promise me that yo-” There was a sickening crack, and the sound of Sweetheart slumping to the floor. Milo didn’t wait any longer, dropping the walkie and taking off at full speed. Asher called after him, but Milo could barely hear it over the rush in his ears. He was shifted into his wolf form in no time. Milo, don’t be rash, Asher’s voice in his head. Again, Milo didn’t listen. He could only repeat Sweetheart’s name in tune with his heart as he raced forward.  Milo, Asher repeated, you need to think this through. Milo growled. Tell me what to do again and I rip you to shreds. My mate is in trouble. Either help me or get lost. Asher didn’t respond, but Milo did hear his pace pick up. Asher pulled up beside him, facing forward. Milo could tell by his stance he’s decided to help him. Whether to keep him from killing himself or because Asher doesn’t want to lose Sweetheart, Milo doesn’t care

2. 1920's Milo/Sweetheart

Sneaks couldn’t focus on anything that weekend, no matter how hard they tried. They had errands to run and were making stupid mistakes the whole time. They meant to get ahead on some of the cases that they had but never could get their mind to focus on what was in front of them. Their last interaction with Milo and his friends played on a loop in their head. “Aww, cheer up, Greer. You know we’re only teasing.” “Greer?” Milo had looked so defensive when they caught on, worry deep in those eyes of his. Sneaks would be too if they were in his shoes. But, this was more than just knowing his father. This was about the fact that Sneaks knew where they heard that name before. There is an ongoing case against Shaw Security. There are plenty of reports of their misconduct, but they were never able to get the suckers. Every investigation led to dead ends where they would have to let the pack member go. Sneaks was kicking themself for not realizing it sooner. David was the Alpha’s son, and Asher was a Talbolt, another family they had been having trouble with. The pieces were there, and they still didn’t put it together. It was almost like they knew, but didn’t want to admit it to themselves. On Monday, they still went through the files, just to make sure. They scoured every offence connected to that pack, heart sinking the more that Milo’s name came up. He was never properly convicted and never had any jail time outside of arrests, but Sneaks couldn’t believe what they were seeing. There were accusations of murder on the papers in front of them. They sighed, rubbing their hands down their face, leaning against the table. Sneaks almost didn’t want to believe it. Milo was just so… there was no way he did what he was accused of, right?

#plutonium_WIPW #i'm literally so excited for these guys #they're such fun fics to be playing with #redacted audio #redacted audio milo #redacted audio sweetheart #redacted sweetheart #redacted milo #redactedverse #redacted wip

[agentplutonium]

WIP Wednesday~

Another WIPW rolls around except this time i was tagged by @arrowfleur !! I’ve got a weird arrangement of things for y’all this week, but imma share them anyway.

I’m gonna no pressure tag a few people this time as well cause I think it’s fun but @penncilkid and whoever else wants to do it cause I can’t think of anybody else (please tag me i love reading y’all’s work!!)

This week I have (a very small) snippet of the next chapter of Like Real People Do, a Imp! Sam/Darlin’ AU that i’ve been writing for a year ish now. I will also give you guys ~ five hundred words on the creation of The Hellish, aka aiṓnios as Terra named them, which are creatures who exist in the universe I am building :D

As always, asks are open for any questions y’all have cause I itch for reasons to talk about my works !! have fun y’all and happy timezone <3

Fic Snippet:

Milo put a hand against their arm, a reminder of what he promised. Out of the corner of their eye, someone shifted against the wall, and when Tank glanced over they could see Sneaks there. For some reason it helped knowing they were there. That, coupled by Milo’s attentiveness, they felt like they could at least try to explain to the pack.

Bringing themselves to take one step at a time while they could feel the eyes burn into them was the hardest part. They knew that every individual had a different perspective on who they were as a person and it genuinely did freak them out. What did these people remember that they didn’t? What kind of common threads were there between the interpretations of who they were? How close were any of them to Tank before the accident? Would the pack expect them to remember anything?

“Just start from the beginning,” Milo muttered to them when they were finally at the front. “There’s no rush.”

Tank, practically instinctively, straightened their posture and crossed their arms over their chest. All eyes were on them, waiting for them to talk, and Tank had a feeling that they were waiting for confirmation that this was real.

“I won’t drag this out,” Tank started after a second. They could see a few people react to hearing their voice, but they didn’t think about that. They could only focus on pushing the words out, trying their best to explain well enough. “A year ago, I was abducted, and it was made to look like I had died. In that year I have been alive and doing jobs for him, and I just managed to escape a few months ago.”

“Who took you?” Someone had called out, but Tank didn’t see who.

Tank took a deep breath, glancing at Asher who nodded ever so slightly. “Quinn.”

The room burst into noise. Raised voices, questions, yelling, you name it. Nobody was happy about what was just told to them. Tank could sympathize, a little. They really wished they didn’t say it either.

“But he was killed!” One voice yelled.

“What about David, then?!” Another questioned.

Tank almost couldn’t take it, unconsciously shrinking back at the noise.

World Things:

(Before we begin, a small explanation of just what The Hellish are: they’re my monsters, basically. I wanted an excuse to create creatures and this was it. I don’t exactly have any yet, but the ideas in my head are all my babies i love them so much. They really don’t serve much purpose to the world, which is the point. This is Terra having fun as you’ll see. And, for context, Terra and Caelus are my worlds gods essentially. They’ve created the beings on earth and all.)

Some would describe Terra as creative. Caelus would say that she is reckless with her creativity. It got to her head that She could do anything she wanted.

It boiled down to Terra having fun. She liked having the creative control of things. She liked that she could breathe life into something that most others wouldn’t even think of.

So, this is how The Hellish are born. Terra takes something that she imagined and puts so much love and care into them that they come alive in her hands. They don’t look like the Humans, or even the other animals that reside on earth, and one might even recoil at the way that they look, but Terra loved them more than anything. Finally, something was hers.

She put care and devotion into them, only showing Caelus what she was doing when she had a small army of different creatures.

“What are these?” Caelus would ask, trying to keep the disgust out of his voice.

“I call them aiṓnios,” Terra said with pride. “What do you think?! And be honest, you don’t have to sugar coat things for me.”

Caelus didn’t tell her what he was really thinking. One look at her and that beaming smile she had broke his resolve to tell the truth. It would crush her if he said that the Humans would probably hate them, and that they are all rather repulsive to look at. Instead, he gave her a small smile and said, “They seem pretty neat.”

He knew he made the right choice when Terra lit up, somehow growing even brighter than she was.

“You really think so?! Oh, I’m so glad! I worked really hard on them, after all, and I just love them all so much. I mean, there really is just so much special about them and they’re all so different in their own way. Oh! If you look closely, you can see-”

And Terra went on. She went on and on, gushing over the details that went into each of the creatures she had. She went into the plans for future creatures as well, talking about specifics she wants to see in play. She tumbled into what she thought the Human reactions were going to be—awe, wonder, amazement—and Caelus didn’t have the heart to stop her. Not really. He knew it was going to crush her when the Humans didn’t respond in the way she was imagining, but there wasn’t much he could do at that point. He could just sit and watch as his love raved over her creations, his favourite smile across her face.

He’d be there when this went up in flames, just as he was there now at their beginning.

#aiṓnios is probounced ai-own-eos kinda btw #it’s the greek nerd in me that chose it #it means like eon/eternity kinda deal #plutonium_WIPW #Plutonium_Files #plutonium_fanfiction #original character #my ocs #oc stuff #oc #ocs #redacted audio #redacted audio milo #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted imp!sam #redacted imperium #redactedverse #redacted fanfic

[agentplutonium]

WIP Wednesday

I haven't done one of these in forever, and once again haven't been tagged. Either way you guys get the littlest update on what I am working on so that I am held responsible for what I do. ANYWAY

(if ya'll wanna do something too you should tag me! I love seeing people's works :D)

This week I wanna show y'all two snippets, one from my OC work and one from a fandom I rarely talk about on here. I'll start with the fanfic stuff first (all is gonna be under the cut because I think it looks cooler that way)

So, here I present a part of my Cher & Sherlock character study. These guys are from NeXus (created by the one and only @mr-laveau which can be found on their youtube channel). This mostly is just me seeing how my Characterizations of these two listener characters play out with one another. That and I have been itching to write something NeXus related since the second video on the channel. Anyway:

The clock ticked on the wall. There was the occasional shout from outside the apartment. Cher sat at the table, shoulders rigid, fingers tapping the wood beneath them impatiently. The wood was smooth under their arm, the back of the chair digging into their shoulder blades. They wanted to keep moving. They wanted out of here. They wanted to keep everyone safe. Cher was dropped off at Alonzo’s and his partner’s place to be babysat, despite what Uriah told them. He said it was for their safety but they felt Uriah didn’t trust them, or that he thought they couldn’t take care of themselves. It was humiliating. Not to mention this was probably putting the lovers out of their way just to be there with them. They did not want to do that to them. They were not worth the amount of effort the two vampires were putting into them.  Suddenly, a mug was placed before them, snapping out of their thoughts. Owl, what Cher has taken to calling Alonzo’s partner, took the seat across from them, a matching mug in their hands. They were silent, not looking at Cher. Their presence wasn’t… unwanted, but Cher still felt on edge. Their fingers stopped tapping. They couldn’t help but analyze the situation, Owl’s body language, the way they kept their eyes on the mug in their hands, the mug that was left suspended between the two of them. But Owl just fucking sat there. The silence lasted for a few more moments. “It’s just hot chocolate, I’m not trying to kill you,” Owl said, those eyes finally glancing at them. “Thought you might like something to do than just sitting here.”

(You will probably be able to find this fic soon on my AO3 :D)

And now my favourite part of this: the part where I get to show off my OCS. If you haven't seen anything before these two are my god characters. They are the sole reason why in my world anything exists. They are literally my heart and soul you guys i don't know if you understand. ANYWAY, snippet of the creation of the Strix:

Terra had been messing around with different designs for a bit, shaping and reshaping the clay in her hands in an almost bored manner. None of the designs were sticking out to her, and weren’t exactly how she was picturing things. Normally, this wasn’t such a problem. She was usually able to perfectly recreate what she was thinking. However, each time she did just that she found that the design was impractical, or didn’t look the way she imagined it would. In all honesty it was starting to irk her quite a bit.

She was about to give up on the design, but tried one more time. This one was also imperfect, but… Terra thought it had potential. It was a small, winged creature that Terra was going for, but there were a few things that she fixed or added. One of them was a short, curved, needle sharp beak. The other was sharper talons as well. After messing with the colours for a bit, making them a clash of green’s and blue’s, Terra brought the prototype to life. It slowly became mobile, turning it’s head from side to side, watching Terra curiously. Terra held out a finger to it, and it readily hopped over onto it, turning back to Terra and giving a small chirp.

Terra grinned, mouth stretching wide as she watched her creation. “Well, hello, little one,” Terra said gently. “You’re not as big as some of your cousins, but I think you look absolutely adorable.”

The creature chirped in response.

Terra only smiled wider, nose scrunching in the process. “Well then, what shall we name you and your siblings? Hm? Any ideas?”

The creature didn’t respond, only tilting it’s head in the other direction. Terra pursed her lips as she thought.

“What about… finches? No, that’s a bit to human sounding. We need something different.” Terra hummed, reaching up to gently stroke her fingers over the creature’s feathers. She had gotten an idea, and her eyes lit up. “Oh, what about Strix? That’s a fun sounding name. What do you think?” The creature chirped again, and Terra smiled. “I’m so glad. We’ll have to tell Caelus next time we see him, I did promise I’d keep him-”

“Tell me what?” Caelus asked, beside her all of a sudden. He settled next to her on the ground, eyes immediately falling to the Strix. “Never mind. I figured it out.”

Terra gave a sheepish smile, holding out the Strix. “Don’t you think he’s cute, though?”

Caelus didn’t seem like he did. He was never very good at hiding his feelings, especially not from her. “He’s… something,” Caelus said.

Terra swatted at his arm playfully. “Be nice at least. He’s technically yours too.”

Caelus looked spooked by the prospect, however he didn’t have time to comment on it before the Strix was hopping onto his knee. Caelus held as still as possible, eyes not leaving the thing.

“Aw! He likes you!” Terra gushed.

“And, uh… what is he, exactly?” Caelus asked.

“I call them Strix,” Terra said matter-of-factly, but she was already getting distracted.

Caelus stayed like that, staring down this creature. If he was honest, he actually didn’t mind this one all that much. It was a bit of an eyesore, but he was a bit smaller than the others. It was roughly the size of half his forearm in height. A manageable size. The creature chirped at him, and Caelus couldn’t help but give a small smile, reaching forward to cautiously stroke the feathers on the creature’s head. It looked like a freaky bird, he commented to himself.

Terra’s words caught up to him then, and he snapped his gaze to her. “I’m sorry, them? What do you mean them?”

“There’s more than one,” Terra said, like it was obvious, “I just haven’t had the time to make them. But-” She trailed off, taping the ground in front of her, at the feet of a few dozen more. They came to life in a blink, all staring at their companion and at Caelus. It was only a second more before Caelus was swarmed in a flurry of feathers and wings. Terra gasped, watching as the creatures settled and Caelus was covered with the birds.

Caelus did not look happy. Terra tried to keep her giggling subdued.

“Get them off,” Caelus said through his teeth.

“I don’t know, I think this look suits you,” Terra snickered.

“Terra-”

“Okay okay,” Terra said, though her amusement was still evident. She rose to her knees, hands reaching for the creatures, fanning them away or moving them herself. “Come on guys, you heard him. Shoo. Go.”

Caelus was relieved when they were all gone, but he was still grumpy. Terra giggled again.

“Oh come on, It wasn’t that bad! Stop being so grumpy. I saw you smiling at the first one, I know you secretly like them,” Terra teased.

“I do not,” Caelus denied.

“Uh-huh, okay, whatever you say big guy.”

Terra’s amusement was cut short when one of the Strix flew over and pecked at her neck.

“Ow!” She cried out, hand flying to the spot. She frowned at the creature who fluttered in front of her, looking up with that curious gaze of theirs. She pulled her hand away, only for it to come back smeared with blood. Her frown deepened even more.

“Are you okay?” Caelus asked, concern in his tone, half reaching toward her out of habit.

“Yeah,” Terra said, more mystified than in pain. “They shouldn’t… they probably don’t know better. They were just created after all.”

Caelus still seemed wary, but Terra didn’t allow for the conversation to continue. Instead, she started herding the birds up to place in a temporary home until she felt like they could join the rest of the world. It was going to be a while before they were accustomed to their new world, and Terra also had to train them on a few things to keep them safe.

This will be fine, Terra could feel it in her very core.

If you wanna read more, I also have this story about Terra and her realization that Vampires exist.

that is all I have, but but I love talking about my things and am open to any questions, and like I said i'd love to see y'alls work too!!

#plutonium_WIPW #plutonium_fanfiction #plutonium_rambles #Plutonium_Files #guys i need to talk about my things in order to get it written #it is a curse that I bear #ocs #original character #nexus #nexus fanfiction #that's right im starting that tag

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another WIPW post

I can't remember the last time I did this and PK keeps enabling me SO gonna post this week. Not-so-unfortunately, I don't have anything fandom-related this week however I have been on an absolute bender for original universe content creation and i actually really want to share some of it. So, what I have for ya'll is a story based on how Vampires were created in my universe. It's a bit of a long one, so it will start under the cut. A little bit of information about it before then however: Despite being this world's gods, Terra and Caelus went a concerning amount of time before figuring out that Vampires had accidentally been created. Terra was briefly introduced in this post from a few WIPW ago, if you're interested. Anyway, onto the thing:

Terra never thought that this was possible. Her creatures were never supposed to hurt anybody, that wasn’t why she was making them. But, for some reason, the Strix didn’t conform to what she wanted. Caelus kept bringing up the problem, but Terra could only beg for more time with them.

“I can get through to them, I promise!” She would plead. “They’re just a bit stubborn, that’s all. That’s what happens when you give creatures free will.”

“I don’t know, Love,” Caelus would say, “I’m worried about the Humans. They already don’t like these creatures all that much. What if something were to happen?”

“I can do this,” Terra would insist. “On All Mother’s honor.”

The passionate fire behind Terra’s eyes was usually Caelus’ downfall, giving in to his Love once again.

For the longest time, Terra was making progress. It was slow, painfully slow, but it was progress none the less. Progress that was continuously cited every time she was challenged on the Strix’s existence. Terra was so certain that this would work out in the end, that it even started influencing Caelus’ thoughts on the matter too. They both thought that there was a breakthrough with the creatures just around the corner.

Oh, how they both could be so wrong.

They were quiet at first, the turnings. Nobody knew what was going on until there was an epidemic. Soon, there were Humans dying in every village, fear running rampant. Terra and Caelus were beside themselves trying to figure it out. It wasn’t until Terra witnessed what was going on did they figure it out. Terra was in the forest outside of Valhollow, looking for the Strix that resided there, wanting to warn them that they were to close. However, what she found instead was horrifying.

There was a teenaged girl walking along the path, presumably on her way back home. Terra stayed out of her way and hidden.

There was three whistle notes. A tune that Terra had never heard before. The girl, however, froze in her tracks. She spun around, eyes on the trees, chest rising and falling quickly. The notes again. A warning, it seemed. Or perhaps a call. Terra felt her heart sink in her chest. The girl bolted, tearing down the path as fast as she could. She didn’t get far before a swarm of the Strix flock descended on her. The girl screamed, a scream so visceral it made even Terra’s throat close up. The Strix squawked, their wings beating frantically all as they pecked and clawed at the girl, drawing more sounds of pain from her throat.

Terra cried out, stumbling forward. She slammed her hands into the ground, and it started bending and warping to her will, creating a dome around the girl to protect her. Terra, standing now, outstretched her hands and willed for the birds to disappear. It took more effort than she wanted, but one by one, the birds turned back into clay, before falling to the ground with a muffled whump. The creatures melted together upon impact, leaving a heap of crusty clay on top of Terra’s dome. Terra stumbled forward, hand reaching out and smoothing over her makeshift protection. The soil glowed softly around her fingers and at her touch, responding to her. The dome collapsed next, revealing the girl, sobbing and shivering, curled up on the ground.

Terra knelt down, reaching out and brushing the dirt off of the girl’s face. The girl groaned, but didn’t move away from the touch.

“It’s okay,” Terra whispered, “You’re okay.”

“Who are you?” a voice just beyond the girl said.

Terra’s head snapped up, eyes falling onto someone who she did not recognize. The stranger stared back, curiosity clear in their gaze.

“You’re not from here,” the person continued. “Who are you?”

“Terra,” Terra breathed finally. “What just happened?”

”You’re not human are you?” The person asked instead. “I’ve never seen power like that. Sure, there’s the Firmis, but I’ve never seen one of them exhibit that kind of power. What are you?”

“I can ask you the same thing,” Terra said, trying not to get annoyed at the diversion, “but, please, what just happened?”

“They found another victim,” the stranger said. There was a small puff of air, and suddenly they were on the other side of the girl. Terra blinked, not remembering seeing them move. “The creatures, I mean. I haven’t seen anything like them before I got attacked.”

“Strix,” Terra said, instinctively.

“Sorry?”

“They’re called Strix,” Terra repeated.

“Fascinating,” the person said. They turned their attention to the girl, hands brushing gently along her body. With each discovery of a new wound their expression grew more sour. They clicked their tongue when they came across a smear of gold liquid beside her lip. “That’s what I was afraid of,” they whispered.

“What?” Terra asked, wondering what this stranger meant.

“The blood got into her mouth. It means the change will happen soon.”

“What change?” Terra asked.

“She’ll turn like me,” the stranger gripped, looking back up at Terra, “a blood thirsty monster.”

At that moment, the moon shone down through the trees, illuminating the persons eyes, and Terra thought that she saw a hint of silver around their iris. Terra didn’t see it for long to continue wondering, though.

“Can you help? Reverse it maybe?”

“’Fraid not,” The stranger said. “We don’t die that easily. But, she’s lucky that I found her first. If she was alone, or, gods forbid, she was found by the others? This would be a whole different story.”

They slid their hands under the girl’s shoulders and knees, pulling another groan from her. It was ignored as the person, effortlessly it seemed, lifted her as they got to their feet. Terra followed suit, hands wringing in front of her.

“I’ll take care of her, don’t you worry,” the stranger said, giving Terra a small smile, “It was nice meeting you, Terra.” They turned to leave, but Terra stopped them.

“I didn’t catch your name,” She said. She felt like it was only fair.

“Dr. Farbridge,” The doctor said. They nodded to Terra, and within a blink, they were gone again.

Terra stood there for a moment, staring at the heaps of clay beneath her feet. The events of the night started to catch up, and Terra felt so many emotions coarse through her body. Anger, remorse, shame, grief. She didn’t know what to do with herself.

She had to tell Caelus.

#as always i am always open to questions and my ask box is open #not only because I love talking about my things but also because this is original content #and i understand there are things im purposefully not telling yall #it might get confusing is all im saying #anyways vamps are slowly becoming my favourite #like yeah vampires existed before #but they haven't existed in MY universe until like #idk a week ago?? smth like that #anyway that's all from me #plutonium_rambles #plutonium_WIPW #ocs #original content #oc #original character

[agentplutonium]

Pluto's WIP Wednesday

okay, always liked the idea of WIP Wednesday but hated the format of it, so imma do my own thing. It probably won't be a weekly thing but every once in a while I might update something here or there and wish to share it.

Latest Fic posted: Let Me (I Will) a Milo/Sweetheart fic that showcases the struggles of Demi!Sweetheart because really what else do you expect from me atp

WIP Contnet!

Now onto the good stuff. I could post fic wips but I post snippets all the time so that doesn't count very much. However, I do have a silly little world that I've been cooking up, and it would be encouraging if I could talk about it a little bit here and there :D SO here's what I have for y'all this time:

Daimons (Daemons, Demons) are one of my favourite creations (keywords: one of) and I'm so excited to talk about them. Here's a smol rundown.

Daimons were originally created by Terra to “bridge the gap” between The Hellish and the Humans. There are four main pillars: Dike which is justice, Eros which is love, Mnemosyne which is memory, and Thanatos which is death. There are three subgroups, one that is an extension of Mnemosyne. These are: Hypnos, power over one’s sleep, and the extension to Mnemosyne; Eris, which is to represent strife/rage, which are often demonic bodyguards; and Hygeia which is a representation of health.

And, as a lil treat, a little bit about a Daimon's appearance: All Daimons that coalesce in Panchaia will have a mark by their left temple. This mark is thought to be the mark of Terra herself, as a parting gift. Daimons can have wings, tails, horns, and scales depending on what pilar they represent, but it is also personalized. No one daimon looks similar.

I'd also be open to questions about these sillies because I am itching for excuses to talk about them, but that is up to yall if you're interested enough.

Anyway, that's all from me, see ya on the next installment whenever that may be <3

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[agentplutonium]

���🌲Intro Post🌲✨

Hello! My name is Pluto (They/Them) and I'm a writer/creator for different fandoms. These fandoms are constantly changing and often there is more than one, but as of right now you’ll see a lot of RP Audio content (Redacted Audio, Castle Audios, NeXus, Noderum Records, as a few examples), Good Omens, and the occasional Supernatural and Percy Jackson universe posts. Right now I’m writing a lot of Redacted Audio fanfics/headcanons/oneshots as well as sharing a bit of original content for the world that i’m currently developing! I’m hoping my fanfics branch out a bit but I make no promises because I’m comfortable writing RA (Milo/Sweetheart fics, specifically) things and once I’m comfortable it can be years before I write another fandom/paring.

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