#silv writes

[silvyavan]

Some of yall ain't ready to hear this (partly because I'm sleep deprived) but Asta is literally disabled in the Canon premise and it IS contextually important.

Asta, being manaless, is literally not able to do many things which in BC universe can be considered basic household skills or if he can, the way he has to do it would culturally be seen as a more roundabout and tiring way of doing it.

Broom Flying is a literal main form of transportation in Clover, similar to a bike and Asta cannot fucking use that. My midget king had to fucken experiment with his sword to turn it into a mobility aid to fly like everyone else. Hell, we get it in the first episode that any form of chore that Asta does "normally" (as per the audience) is something that Yuno can do in quick succession due to his magic. Is magic picky on what you can do with it in terms of household duties? Yeah, but every magic has SOME form of relevance in the household.

Antimagic can't count because its only useful against malicious mages or traps which, all in all, can't really offer a lot of flexibility. Hell, Asta could only figure out how to fly outside of Black form 2 whole ass years after he got his grimoire. And even then, NONE of Asta's swords are creation or healing spells, so Magic Knights technically IS the only place he can utilise his grimoire in.

Communication devices and other mana tools, chores that, by magic standards, need magic to be done efficiently and quickly, even FOOD (Heart Kingdoms coconut water being only sweet if you have high mana).

Even the poorest peasant in the boonies has mana. Asta does Not.

And even if he could get stronger and adapt antimagic to straight up anything, Devil Binding ritual and recent arc in Hino shows us that, physically, there are some limits he can't break. Actual, BIOLOGICAL, burnout and lack of professional tutelage/help reasons.

It also puts a lot of his social/inter-political challenges in a bigger depth and with more nuanced realism.

The nobles refuse to acknowledge him as a possible candidate for being the Wizard King because they see him as physically incapable of holding up the mantle, much less actually being one. The court throws him under the bus because its much easier and comfortable for them to sacrifice one orphan who can't even use mana than to make a massive rift between the population and the military when the kingdom is vulnerable, since they believe they wouldn't be losing anything. Hell, most of the captains don't even acknowledge him as an asset until Asta straight up busts his ass/arms with massive feats.

It also adds more value to his relationship with the Black Bulls and Yuno. Yuno DOES acknowledge Asta as a rival, and a very serious one too. His lack of mana isn't a reason for Yuno to be condescending or dismissive of him.

Black Bulls are also, in some part, similar to him and as such, inspiring them to be better as well (Noelle's mana control difficulties, Finral's spell execution and energy consumption issues, Henry's curse, everyone's literal trauma holding them back).

#black clover #black clover manga #asta black clover #silv writes #black clover theory

[queerbrujas]

today i've been thinking about that IF i wanna write for the first time in ages so excuse me while i nonsensically ramble

science fantasy because i did originally mean for it to be high fantasy, but i don't particularly love that as a reader (exceptions notwithstanding) so it'd be hard to write and i was having trouble with getting a grasp on the actual world—science fantasy is my jam though

SO MUCH venezuelan inspiration for the setting y'all have no fucking idea. you should see my pinterest board. sociopolitical situation based on the 20th century oil boom, and the different cities inspired by specific areas in vz. oh it's gonna be fun to play with language too

absolutely not a B.Y.O.B (bring your own blorbo) situation. even toying with having set names for the MC to drive that point home from the beginning because i have very specific arcs in mind and the reader is just along for the ride

like, there is interactivity, this absolutely wouldn't work as a novel (and i have thought about it) simply because i want to explore the different narrative possibilities that result from choices

soulmates!!! the whole fucking point of this IF is for me to play around with the idea of soulmates the way i like them, deconstructing it and tearing it down and building it back up, soulmateism as obsession etc etc

two love interests that represent two radically different paths in the story, which also intersects with the main character's goals—essentially i want a set number of narrative arcs that can unfold depending on a few Main choices

finally settled on a name for one of them jfc it's only taken a million years (it's alejandro/alejandra)

aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

#silv.txt #silv writes

[silvvergears]

I need to stop coming up with aus that require a poli sci degree to plot out correctly. I do not have the required knowledge to make these highly political dramas not sound utterly silly and stupid.

That is in no way shape or form going to stop me, but like it needs to be acknowledged.

#silv writes #yes this is for another toh au #actually quite a few of them #most of them #look the politics of the isles *fascinates* me #toh slaying giants au #toh gabe au #toh iris au #the last one is a new addition but its also the one im mainly talking about here everything about it is political drama

[silverameco]

Bookshop AU - @wolfstarmicrofic - 763 words

Sirius loved Tuesdays, because he didn't work the afternoon, and could go annoy his brother. Regulus had been working at Lily's bookshop for a few years now. It was striking how well he fitted in the place. When Lily openned her shop, Sirius never thought he would ever see his brother in it. And now, he couldn't imagine it without him.

Sirius was leaning against the counter, bickering with Regulus who kept rolling his eyes, pretending to be bother by it. Sirius knew he was enjoying his presence every Tuesday. They never thought they could have this, after all.

Regulus left him alone to fetch something at the back of the store. Suddendly, the bell of the door tinkled and Sirius turned his head to face the stranger. It might be the best thing he ever did, because the man standing before him was the most beautiful sight. He had sun bleached curls, tiny freckles on the bridge of his nose, and a scar crossing his face. Most of all, he had amber eyes glinting in the sun that filtered through the glass door. Sirius felt like he himself was glowing under his gaze.

"Hi, I'm looking for-", the stranger began.

"A book ?" Sirius interrupted with a cheeky grin. "I think you might be in the right place. A bookstore, that is."

The man sent him an amused smile. "Er, actually-"

"Sirius stop being rude to my customers, and my friends." Regulus said with an annoyed tone and his usual frown, coming back from the backstore. "Hi, Remus, ignore my stupid brother." he added to the stranger's attention.

Sirius couldn't process the information that this beautiful man was friend with his brother of all people. His mind was just a litany of Remus, Remus, Remus.

"Err- hey ! I'm not being rude." he said after a beat. "In fact, Remus, maybe I could help you find this book we were talking about-"

"No, you can't, you don't work here, Sirius." cutted his annoying shit of a little brother. "Come on, Remus, I'll show you the books we were discussing the other day."

He took Remus' arm, dragging him away, between the book shelves. Remus followed, but Sirius noticed his gaze lingering on him, a glint of something in his eyes, and the ghost of a smile on his lips.

So he waited patiently - maybe not so much - for them to come back at the front of the shop. When they did, Remus was holding three books. Sirius looked at the books while he payed for them. He could feel Remus very close to him, because Sirius was still against the counter. He didn't intend to move one bit.

Two of the books he didn't know, but the third one was Les Fleurs du Mal, by Charles Baudelaire. Poetry, then. With a flash of inspiration, he snatched the book from his brother's hand, ignoring his exasperated sigh.

"This one," he said, "is a very good choice."

Remus raised an interested eyebrow at him. "You like Baudelaire ?"

"Nah, I'm more of a Rimbaud kind of guy." answered Sirius with a knowing smile. "But this one is a very special edition."

"Oh, is it ?" Remus asked with an amused smile, seemingly waiting to see where he was going with this.

Sirius took a pen laying on the counter, openned the front page and began writing. He took his time, letting Remus pay meanwhile.

"Yes." he said finally, handing the book back to Remus. "It has my number on it. Call me, if you want."

Sirius said it with what he hoped looked like a confident smile, but really he was shaking a bit.

"You don't have to. He's annoying." Regulus said.

But Remus kept looking at him and smiled. "Yeah, but I think I will." he answered finally. Sirius felt his heart roared.

"You're both hopeless." commented Regulus.

"Bye Sirius." Remus said with a wink and then he was gone already.

Sirius looked at his brother with a huge grin, to which he answered with a glare.

"Do you really have to flirt with my friends ?"

Sirius gasped in offense. "You're literally dating my best friend and his girlfriend who is also my friend !"

This particular Tuesday would become one of Sirius' favorite days ever.

#throwing french poets in there for my own personal enjoyement #also jegulily crumbs bc i felt like it #and black brothers banter bc i love them #silv writes things #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #regulus black #marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards

[me-a-mess-morelikelythanyouthink]

and when I tell you that I’ve never managed to learn another language, that i am unable to separate them in my minds eye. that i can not translate a phrase, I simply know what it means because she cradled my head as she spoke it. that i have tried german and french but can’t form the words of my mother(‘s) language. that I’m scared of saying i love you with the enemy’s accent. i love you do you love me i love you do you love me i love you

ocean vuong, on earth we are briefly gorgeous // elizabeth miki brina, speak okinawa // hieu minh nguyen, buffet poetry // mitski, class of 2013

#silv's back on her bs #web #web weaving #quotes #on mothers #ocean vuong #elizabeth miki brina #hieu minh nguyen #mitski #wanted to post an alternate version to the one I made a while ago #my writing

[majorproblems77]

For short prompts: bedridden, with Hyrule and Time

Ohhhh okay.

"Hyrule? What... Happened?" He asked groggily, his head throbbing as he opened his eyes to a darkened room.

"You took a nasty hit. I'm afraid you are stuck in bed for a few days until your leg heals." Hyrules's voice faded into his hearing.

The fight. The lynel...

"The others?" He tried to move, To do something.

"Are fine, now you need to take this and go back to sleep."The traveller spoke in quietened tones as A potion was handed to him its contents swirling gently in the flask.

"But..."

"No. Drink, then sleep. Captain's orders."

Captain's orders... he wasn't a little kid anymore.

The traveller crossed his arms as he waved a hand to the potion in the older hero's hands.

"Yeah yeah..."

As the liquid slid down his throat the bitter taste sitting in his mouth he shook slightly.

"Yeah, I know it's awful. Get some rest." The traveller smiled. A pink sparkle shone across his hands as he settled next to him. "We will take care of the rest."

As he felt the warmth of the healing magics embrace his body he felt the gentle lull of sleep take him.

If he was going to be stuck in bed anyway...

#Hello! #Thanks for the ask! #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu time #lu hyrule #writing #creative writing #ficlet requests #major writes #writing corner with major #silv beloved! #hope you liked it #:)

[withdrawingramen]

ransom gone wrong

"you've got a medic on your side, don't you?" the caller chuckled from beyond. there's some shuffling, a little more laughing from the other side "then you'll be fine dealing with....however they'll end up on your doorstep, if they make it through the night." followed by shrill, evidently agonized screaming before the line goes cold.

#whump #whump prompt #whump trope #whump tropes #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump scenes #whump writing #whump snippet #whumpee #whumper #whump blog #whump community #whumpblr #ransom #ransom call #silv gets ideas

[the-clay-quarters]

this feels like I'm entering my guys into the comunal dating sim lmao

I could ramble about so many bits of this but right off the bat:

the star signs are fairly arbitrary / not actually related to horoscopes

no clue what the auras are supposed to be, so those are just associated colours

if you can't read the text, the songs are: "Someone New" by Hozier, "Stella" by Cereus Bright, and "First Time" by Hozier. two Hozier songs was an accident but it works

flowers are: green dahlias, generic white flowers, and forget-me-nots

original template here

also, specific song lyrics ⬇️ (mostly the bridges/choruses, + the first verse of First Time)

Pembroke: Someone New - Hozier

Silverstein: Stella - Cereus Bright

Vincent: First Time - Hozier

#i really can ramble about various details so feel free to ask pff #fallen london oc #oc: cordelia/theodore pembroke #(she actually has a couple bits marked as specifically delia or theo btw) #oc: flint silverstein #oc: vincent bell #continuing to have fun pretending silv&vin are self aware enough for this #i really need to write up smth about silv/pem bcus that Really shows off how oblivious he is #(also bcus i promised shade id tell them and then immediately went into spoon debt oops) #(scavenging spoons from the kitchen to kick this out of my drafts)

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Tag Game: Character Voice (Round 3!)

Thank you to @somethingclevermahogony for the tag!

My line: "Can you pass that over here?"

Gently tagging @annakayy @fourwingedwriter @overdecorated-furniture @thewritingautisticat @phoenixradiant @writingphoenix @faytelumos @spitefulbull @gamerkats and open tag!

Your line: "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

I'll use my characters from Tales from Valaria this time:

Draven: *points* "Could you hand me that?" Octavian: "Pass me the [object]." Reese: "Can you get me the thing?" *points* "The thing." Luc: "Can I please have the [object]?" Damian: "Could you hand me the [object], please?" Hector: "Please pass over the [object]." Rift: "Hey, can you get me that?" *is gone the moment you turn around*

#tales from valaria #tvf #my ocs #my wips #draven cozenson #octavian de silv #reese takari #luc epsilona #damian of caenum #hector epsilona #rift twatt #writeblr #writeblr tag game #tag game #writing tag game #open tag #writeblr open tag

[s0urfangs]

I must have said Larry isn't his actual name, right? That's an entire Sir Larold of Lichen

Will be putting these in my pinned post for more charas eventually, as inspiration strikes :>

#SILVS ADHD PROOF CHARACTER SUMMARIES (BRIEF) (MANIPULATED WITH COLOURS) (SPACED) #ok thats at least a bit of a lie they arent adhd proof it takes me ages to narrow down the info from a huge rant #i have to manipulate myself into writing stuff with pretty colours!!! #oc:dralsin #oc:fedsy #oc:larry #ocposting #gw2 #oh wait. btw. #larry is actually like 6“9 without the shroom hes a LIAR!

[silvyavan]

ELF ARC SHITSHOW IS AN EXAMPLE OF DIVISIONISM POLITICS: THE POST

Okay so it's getting too chummy around here so I'm gonna throw a molotov.

This is gonna make a bunch of elf fans mad BUT I will take the bullet because I feel MANY missed the point of the Elf vs Clover conflict and how Zagred's bitchass plays into the politics of it all, and how the incident is an example of "divide and conquer" political infighting strategy.

Elves and Nobles fighting is essentially Big Mana on Big Mana Warcrimes and Zagred is acting as the political instigator to wipe out BOTH parties.

The story very clearly says that the elves are victims of genocide by the ruling class but even then it was seen in the elf tribe that there WAS suspicion and racism as well (Patri and Vetto). Licht, the only elf with critical thinking, literally says the elves also have some fear of the humans, similar to how the humans fear the elves.

On top of that, their idea of vengeance was to possess the descendants of those who killed them and wipe everyone out which would have only continued the cycle of abuse. They quite literally possessed the nobles who ARE the descendants, and they could've very well just gone along with the Sephiroth ritual (I'm genuinely convinced the sephiroth is a reverse engineered qlipoth and clover kingdom of antiquity did the 1st qlipoth, but that's that's different story).

The point of the arc isn't "the elves should have been the ruling people of Clover especially with big mana and wispy white people appearances",

It's actually literally "crimes and massacres made out of fear and greed will end up turning history into a flat circle, with two powerful parties inciting violence that affects bystanders and common people as collateral, gaining nothing and only looking themselves into a cycle of endless violence".

The very point of Black Clover is a story about underdogs and those who aren't blessed. Massive mana doesn't make you a good person and being the victim of a hate crime doesn't make you a saint. Massive mana is also not a get out of jail card. They very much state several times they plan to genocide the humans like they did with them, regardless of mana or status. We're not even sure if the elves who were freed from the malice showed regret of their actions and attack.

Mana not being a reflection of a person is the point of the story, and even if you were hit first, that doesn't mean you get to mass murder the entire race of the offender, involved or not involved.

Was the wedding massacre deserved? Fuck no, these people just wanted to get married, but Tetia and Lumiere were NOT thinking this shit through of "fuck now, explain to the inlaws later".

Does that mean Patri was correct? ALSO NO, because we literally get told that Zagred can't outright manipulate and add malice into people, he can only incentivise something, like he did with the Clover royals, and how he did with elves.

The racism of elves and the genocide made by Clover royalty was very much nuanced. This has layers.

Zagred benefited the mutual racial tensions as a third party inciting the massacre. This man was using divide and conquer political infighting strats because he wanted to get rid of BOTH the Clover royals of the past and the Elves.

Hell, even Zagred's reincarnation spell corrupting some of the elves into violence is a metaphor for inciting violence not on the people directly involved, but on the whole demographic, only increasing the infighting between two demographics while he pushes whatever buttons he needs to weaken BOTH parties to take advantage of them. This man literally SAYS it!!! He was the fuckass that sent the elves to the present!!! He started this shit!!!

He straight up confesses he tricked them into wrecking the vengeance with mass murder, he does not give a shit, he sees them as stepping stones and stepping stones alone.

He literally admits that he incited humans into the genocide, using their desire for mana and Licht and Tetia's Union as a call to action, based on greed and fear. Even some of the elves know that. This man says it how it is. He used Tetia as a way to incite fear into the humans and their mana prowess as a way to invite greed, while using the prior friction between species in the elves as a cause to incite hatred into them and the tragedy as a way to promote the massacre of humans 500 years later.

His plan is victims of abuse and genocide into violence not just against the direct descendants of the tragedy, but the common people who had NO say or even action in the matter. Even Drowa, Gauche's elf counterpart, can admit that the common people of the present are not the same as the people who massacred them.

Say what you will, but Zagred was making MASSIVE POLITICAL CHESS MOVES like this. Man literally almost succeeded too. The fact that nobody questioned the malice they had against humans outside of a few means that they believed the massacre against them would've been justified. Even Raia was low-key supporting the mass murder DESPITE KNOWING IT WAS UNFOUNDED.

Because he wanted Licht to be reincarnated. Even thought Licht didn't want to start violence between the humans and the elves! Literally everyone is trying to get Licht back, without thinking what he would've wanted or done himself. Raia fucken says he didn't want to diminish their thirst for revenge. Dude knew this was all bullshit and still let them go on to make a possible genocide.

I feel like when you reread the series, like actually READ and DIGEST what they're saying and thinking, you're getting a lot more nuance on the topics at hand. Zagred is essentially the Conservatives pitting minorities against other minorities in an attempt to wipe out both. Smh, I need to reread this whole thing in bulk before the new chapter drops.

#black clover #black clover manga #black clover meta #silv writes #black clover zagred #black clover patri

[silvermizuki]

You know the chapter was good when you’ve journaled 5 pages in your notebook about theories, thoughts, and questions so you can leave a thick ao3 comment

#I’m still writing my thoughts down #also I say 5 pages but my handwriting is sorta large #still!! i would not put down the chapter for the past couple days #so woe silv comment be upon you shortly author #hush silv

[silvvergears]

One of the fun things about aus that follow canon but like,,, two steps to the left, is figuring out what can change and what stays the same.

I'm brainstorming an Owl House au that I swear I will start posting about as soon as I figure out how to introduce it, and I'm working on Hunting Palismen. In this au Hunter and Luz grew up together, so instead of the palismen nest being taken by the Golden Guard, it's taken by a squadron of EC scouts.

So now instead of a high-stakes heist with two enemies working together against a common foe, the episode is a race through the forest to the Bat Queen's territory w the psuedo-sibs using their different skills to escape the scouts and get to safety.

(There is still a fight w Kikimora at the end bc I will take any opportunity to swing something at her face With Force.)

It's just fun to see how far I can shift things around while still having it be recognizable.

#toh gabe au #silv writes #how flapjack and hunter end up bonding is different too but still thematically the same #i love au so much you guys im sure its been done before but im having a blast

[silverameco]

Travel AU - @wolfstarmicrofic - 698 words

CW : suicide joke, implied past abuse

It was a normal friday night. They had a marauders' gathering, but Prongs and Wormy left quite early, like they tended to do these days. So it was just him and Moony. Sirius couldn't be bothered. They were smoking weed on the windowshill. Sirius always loved Remus' apartment because it was close to the train station, and you could hear and see the trains. Sirius found it soothing.

"Do you ever just watch a train about to leave and think 'what if I get into it' ?" he asked randomly.

They were always having weirdly deep conversations when they smoked together. Sirius loved it.

"Err- not really ?" Remus answered, but it was more a question than anything.

"I used to think that all the time when I was still living with my parents. Anywhere better than there, y'know ?"

Remus nodded and gave him a comforting smile. Just enough to make him know he was listening, not enough to make him feel pressured to say more, or weird for oversharing. Just perfect, like it always was with Remus.

"Well, I mean, it was either that or the urge to jump under the train." he joked.

"Oh my god, Sirius !" Remus said with a startled kind of laugh and wide eyes like he didn't know if he was supposed to laugh or not.

But Sirius chuckled so Remus visibly relaxed and huffed, before turning his gaze out the window. Sirius kept looking at him. The night breeze was softly messing up his curls, and the moonlight made his features look softer than usual. He was even more soothing to look at than the trains.

"Where would you even go?"

"Mh ?" Sirius didn't listen, too enraptured by his observation.

Remus looked at him once again and suddendly, Sirius realized how close they were. Their legs were touching because the windowshill wasn't designed for two grown men to sit on it.

"If you took a train. Where would you go ?"

"Anywhere. That's the good thing. The adventure." he spoke the last part with a wild kind of grin which made Remus smile back. So he felt positively adventurous and didn't stop there.

"You know what ? We should do it. Take a train."

"What ?" Remus asked in disbelief.

But Sirius was on a ride that couldn't be stopped. "Yes ! Just, any train, as soon as there is one."

Remus just laughed. "You're mad. You're actually mad. I don't even know if there's any train leaving London we could take. It's literally two o'clock."

"So ? I don't see what the issue is." And then, making sure to look Remus in the eyes and to pout just a little. "Come on, Moony. Don't you want to go on an adventure with me ? It'd be just you and me."

He saw a furtive glint in Remus' eyes at the last part and knew he won. In fact, his friend took out his phone and seemed to be looking for something on it for a few seconds. Sirius was hooked on whatever he was going to say next.

"There is only one train with seats available. It takes off at 6 and goes to some random ass village in Scotland."

Sirius leaned forward, closer to Remus, and whispered, "Let's take it". Remus smiled and whispered back, "Okay, Pads. Let's do it."

After that, Sirius' smile couldn't be larger. He took a drag and blowed the smoke in Remus' face, who swatted at him. That was going to be a good trip.

That's how, four hours later, they found themselves on an old train, ready to leave for Scotland. The seats were rather small so their thighs were touching. Neither were making any effort to keep them apart. They hadn't slept so Sirius was dozing off on Remus' shoulder. In his sleepy and drug clouded mind, everything was perfect.

"Dear travelers, welcome aboard this train to Hogsmeade station, Scotland."

#this has been on my mind for days #i just didn't have time to write it #also this is inspired by my own apartment from which you can see trains #i don't even know if it's possible in London but idc #silv writes things #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards

[me-a-mess-morelikelythanyouthink]

when ocean vuong wrote,

“our mother tongue, then, is no mother at all- but an orphan. our vietnamese a time capsule, a mark of where your education ended, ashed. Ma, to speak in our mother tongue is to speak only partially in vietnamese, but entirely in war”

and when elizabeth miki brina wrote,

“my mother and i speak different languages... this might seem like a mundane fact about us. it’s not. it dictates everything. because even though my mother understands and speaks english at a highly functional level, there are places inside me she can’t reach, nuances of thought and emotion i can’t express in words that make sense to her.”

and,

“i had not learned this history, my mother’s history, my history, until i was thirty-four years old. which is to say that i grew up not knowing my mother or myself.”

and when hieu minh nguyen said,

“i am forgetting how to say simple things to my mother. the words that linger in my periphery. the words, a rear view mirror dangling from the wires. i am only fluent in apologies.”

and when mitski sang,

“mom, i'll be quiet / it would be just to sleep at night / and i'll leave once I figure out / how to pay for my own life too.“ 

and when I tell you that I’ve never managed to learn another language, that i am unable to separate them in my minds eye. that i can not translate a phrase, I simply know what it means because she cradled my head as she spoke it. that i have tried german and french but can’t form the words of my mother(‘s) language. that I’m scared of saying i love you with the enemy’s accent. i love you do you love me i love you do you love me i love you

#silv's back on her bs #web #web weave #web weaving #quotes #ocean vuong #elizabeth miki brina #hieu minh nguyen #mitski #writing #on mothers #compilation #it’s been rotting in my drafts for over half a year now so I’m just gonna post it for the end of aapi #I think I want to revamp it sometime soon tho #I realized this isn’t rlly a web weave but idk whay to call it

[silvsarts]

I feel like crying to day.

outsiders smp angst?

Oh my god i have so many ideas but i just dont have any drawings or sketches I can give you guys but instead let me give you this:

Don't think of season 30.

Don't think about despite it all, the maze will continue. A monolith of death and betrayal, puppeteered by individuals who only want entertainment.

Don't think about how our clearing is so broken and burned beyond recognition that it will only become another puzzle. Another warning. Another obstacle, just like the frozen clearing. That nobody will consider that people lived and grew in their as they do in their own clearing.

Don't think about how the characters we knew and watched will never get justice, closure, how almost nobody will remember them as more than cannon fodder, obstacles, or things that just had to go.

Don't think about our outsiders, their ranks reduced to a mere fraction of who they used to be, shoved back into a world that despised them so much they were sent into a death trap like lambs to a slaughter.

Don't think about how future seasons of fresh faced outsiders, blind to their horrible pasts will run over the graves and resting places, unaware of how many stood there before them.

Don't think about season 30, and how in the end, every story that enters a maze is already a pre-written tragedy.

#outsiderssmp #outsiders smp #writing blurb #silvs screams #been in an angsty mood lately anon #i'll feed u angsty drawings when i'm able to properly warm up and get the drawing brain going i promise #for more angst check out the scb au i'm also doin some doodles for that