#veles' writing

[slyther-bi]

Kinda thinking about writing a story about Severus leaving hogwarts in his last year and giving up on magic and the magical world. His friends Evan, Mulciber, Avery, and Wilkes decided to go along with him since in this story Severus is the only good thing in their life. Of course they give up magic and the magical world too, and dispose of their wands.

Then all 5 of them go on road trips with whatever money Evan, Mulciber, Avery, and Wilkes managed to take from the family vaults and with whatever momey Severus made from doing people's homework and selling potions. And Severus is teaching them how to do muggle shit and they're all just happy together.

There's a lot of info I'm leaving out but chances are I'll make a post about this, but I was listening to music and the idea popped into my head.

#writing prompt #writing ideas #shit post #random #random shit #my shit #hp #hp text post #hp shit #hp shitpost #slytherpride #house of slytherin #slytherin #severus snape #evan rosier #mulciber #veles mulciber #avery #wes don avery #wilkes #william wilkes

[acrazybayernfan]

heyyy bestie do you think you could pls write a lil something something for mullendowski mayhaps 😳😳

Heyyy omg of course yes, a hundred time yes !!! They are my main source of inspiration (sorry guys I'm not doing you any justice but you're my muses anyway).

So here we go !

I'm sorry for taking so much time but I'm always slow when write in english and I also got a bit carried away by my imagination (long post warning). Also i have to apologize for my english, it's so bad 🤦🏻‍♀️ However, I really hope that you'll enjoy this, it's a theme that have obsessed me for the last months so... I'm using you to free me from it : )

It was summer; the sun shinned in a perfectly blue sky, the air was hot and the ground dry. Robert was oppressed by the heat, he was barely able to breath and was suffering from a terrible headache, and yet he was letting his horse galop aimlessly in the prairies while tears were felling freely on his cheeks. Each stride of his grey stallion created a cloud of dust that enveloped them and dried his throat even more but he wouldn’t stop because all this was giving him the precious illusion of liberty. 

Was it a quarter of hour later, or only five minutes or an hour, he wasn’t able to say, but Robert entered into a wood and consequently slowed down the speed of his mount. The peace and the freshness of this world under the foliage, brought a certain to form calmness to his tormented heart and his tears of rage were replaced by soft tears of sadness, less violent but perhaps more hurtful. 

He wandered in this wood for some time, unable to see where he was going and not caring about it when, all of a sudden, his horse abruptly stopped. The shock almost making him fall but Robert was an excellent horse rider and he instinctively regained his balance. In front of him a young man was standing in the middle of a cow herd, he was tall and skinny with hair of the color of honey. 

At this moment he most unexpected thing happened, the cows suddenly bowed before Robert while his own mount was doing the same but for the attention of the young herdsman who- in front of this situation- let out a loud laugh and then slightly bowed himself but not enough to hide his amused face.

“May peace be with you, Prince Robert. What are you looking for in these remoted woods?” There was a hint of cheekiness in the young man’s voice who was manifestly pleased with the context and with himself.

Robert, on his side, was way too taken aback by all this to see the funny side of this strange encounter, so he only asked, surprised, “How do you know who I am?”

The herdsman smiled again and answered: “These cows are sacred animals of Veles’ temple, they would only react like that in front of the god or in front of one of his descendants, and the royal family members are sons of Veles, since the king only has one son then it had to be you. Plus, you do look like a prince. “

The stranger lifted up his eyes to study Robert more closely and suddenly his smile faded away, replaced by a concerned expression. The young prince had never seen such an expressive, frank and open face before; his eyes, his mouth, his cheeks…were the perfect reflect of the strong feelings of his heart and of the quickness of his wit, which gave them a unique and fascinating sort of beauty. The cowherd walked closer to the prince, still attentively observing him. “Your face is so pale, my lord. Are you unwell? You should stay here for a moment and get some rest.”

Robert hesitated, making conversation to strangers had never been one of his strong point, neither was he willing to let someone see his weakness and his sufferance, yet there was something in the look, the voice of this young man that made all resistance vain and Robert complied. He prepared himself to slide of his horse’s back when the herdsman offered him his hand to help him to get down. As the heir of the throne, he had been trained to horse riding since his childhood, he was perfectly able to get off his mount without any assistance but, nevertheless, he grabbed the other man’s hand. 

As soon as Robert’s feet were on the floor, the strange cowherd exclaimed himself: “Your hands are so cold my lord!”. And without asking for any permission he started to rub Robert’s hands between his, and to gently blow on them. The young prince could have told him that it was pointless, because he was not only a son of Veles but also, by his mother, a descendant of Marzanna, the winter goddess, and no amount of heat would ever be able to warm up his body, yet the sensation was too agreeable for him to do that. The stranger’s hands were hot, hotter than man’s hands usually are, but their hotness wasn’t aggressive, like the heat that made him suffocate, no it was soft and comforting.

After a few minutes, the handsome herdsman looked up at him with a childlike expression, almost pouting and he said, disappointed: “It’s not getting better, my lord…” Robert repressed a smile, and gently pulled back his hands. “It’s normal, no one can do anything about it, it’s the nature of my body to be cold.”

This sentence was scarcely over, that the young cowherd exclaimed himself, with the most genuine and naïve voice: “You have such beautiful eyes, my lord! They have the colour of an iced river in which the winter sky reflect itself… But why are they so red and wet? Were you crying? Why?” Since the end of his tender age, no one had ever showed so much concern for him, it was almost overwhelming, and all of a sudden, Robert felt a strong need to pour his heart out to this stranger. 

“My father wanted to beat me with his whip and then to lock me in the kitchen with a fire in the hearth to punish me and to train me, so that I will finally learn to resist to the heat, but I’m such a coward, I got scared, so I jumped on my horse and escaped.” Memories were coming back into Robert’s mind and tears appeared in his eyes again. “He was so enraged after me, so disappointed by me. I have lost a training fight…again… but the sun was so strong, my legs were shivering, I was barely able to stand on my feet, I couldn’t breathe and my head… Oh my head was hurting so much… I’m such a bad son, so useless and so we…” 

A sob stopped him. The herdsman kindly took him in his arms and forgetting all sort of etiquette, he said: “Robert you’re not weak, you lasted during the all fight even if you were sick. You’re not a coward for escaping an unfair and dangerous punishment, you just have common sense. And you’re not a bad son, he is a bad father.” The young prince let these words filled his heart like the consoling heat of the other man was filling his body. After a moment, Robert clutch his arms around the cowherd to get the strength to continue his confession. “I’m so lonely. I haven’t been able to see nor to speak to my mother since I’m eight years old. I have no friends because I don’t know to speak with men of my age. All the other persons at the castle, either despise me or are afraid of me and I… I’m so scared of my father! No matter what I do, no matter how much I try, he is never satisfied, never content, never proud of me. I’m a permanent disappointment for him.”

His companion let him weep freely for some time, then he pulled back a little and with his thumb he wiped the tears that were rolling on Robert’s cheeks. “You’re not alone anymore, I am here, I am your friend, hum?” The young prince nodded. “Look!” said the cowherd while he pointing to their surrounding “Look at how beautiful is all this. The smallest flower is already a piece of art. Look at the trees, look at the sky, look at the grass, listen to the birds… All this is a testimony that the gods are good and that life is beautiful.” The lyrism, the enthusiasm, the conviction in the young man’s voice were contagious. 

Robert took a deep breath and looked around him, he looked at all this beauty -never had the world appeared so enchanting to him- he looked at his new friend, even more beautiful than the rest, his face was enlightened by a rapturous expression and his eyes- similar to nature itself with their mix blue, and green and brown- were shining with admiration. At that moment the young prince was hit by the nobleness of the other man’s feature. “Who are you?” asked-he, speaking almost unconsciously.

“My name is Thomas, and just Thomas. I don’t have a surname, I don’t know what is my family, my clan, nor do I don’t know where do I come from. The priest of Veles’ temple, found me one day in this wood when I was a baby, and since then I have worked for him in the sanctuary.”

“Are you happy?” Robert would have been unable to explain why he asked that, perhaps was it because of the different between Thomas’ attitude and the sad story he had just tell. 

The beautiful herdsman smiled, a complex smile that Robert didn’t fully understood and then he turned himself toward the young prince, he looked at him in the eyes and said: “Today? Yes I am.” At that moment, the wind made the foliage dance above their heads and an unexcepted sunray landed on Thomas, making his messy hair shine like gold, encircling his face in a halo of light. It was an epiphany for Robert, he had seen that person before on tapestries and sculptures, he had even seen him in his dreams, this young man was Jaryło, or a son of Jaryło, god of spring and summer.

Robert smiled back at Thomas and he agreed to his friend words with a nod, now he was happy too, he was happy because now he knew that their fates were intertwined together and that no matter what -despite his father, despite the distance between them- they were going to meet each other again. 

#thank you so much for asking me that nothing could makes me more happy <333 #just to make it clearer in the polish mythology or at least of what we can know about it #Jarylo and Marzanna are married together #but marzanna is not really the goddess of winter she is the goddess of season's shift but I changed that to simplified the story #and Veles is the god of the dead and of cows and a few other things #and he abducted Jarylo when he was a baby #thomas müller #robert lewandowski #müllendowski #my writing #fanfiction #alternate universe #angst #parental abuse #bad parenting

[sennikold]

since i’ve talked about my need for slavic representation, i’ve decided to add my girl baba jaga to the roster after all, as well as my slavic spirit oc (shapeshifting supreme ghost, patron of free will).

#( out of character. ) #i need to make a page for jaga #mostly gonna focus on morally ambivalent witch of the woods that was demonized over time #as for vola. well i will write about vola #an annoyance of slavic gods who upon being approached by veles simply said no to the afterlife #can be a nightmare but is mostly chill?? #only marzanna can wrangle vola because of Love and Respect #anyway. #page also needs more info i feel like i need to establish more lore and timeline #i love slavic folklore so much my Roots.

[mothermara]

Thinking about this draft in my docs… oughhh

#ezzy.txt #my writing #vele (oc)

[fluffy-deer-bunny]

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I know what a terrible confusion sometimes arises in identifying characters while reading (I don't want it to happen in my writing either), so maybe it would be even funnier if on separate pages of the book there were such portraits of characters, their names and maybe a brief description of the characters who will act in the following chapters (in other words – in the further described part, because I've sections of the book divided into parts, and then chapters of these parts).

It just so happens that the characters are really not few in some places, probably because every new image of the ACTION (aka problem) is accompanied by a new image of the PERSONAGE. Perhaps, in some places this can be eliminated by combining, so to speak, two characters into one, so that purely compositionally the plot would be more concise, but not more superficial precisely due to the fact that the story of one character is easier to write than the stories of two, but with the same depth. In places, however, it is more appropriate to leave the characters as they are – all in their places, not united. Nevertheless, confusion can still arise, because in addition to them there are landscapes, philosophy and other details that cannot be overlooked. Therefore (since I'm an artist) wouldn't it be better to do it the way I said above?

In addition, I think my writing won't be without illustrations, because INITIATELY my head is set up to convey images in different formats, but they are first and foremost pictures, and only then words. It's not an excuse, but it's a fact that if I'm writing down a plot for a future cartoon, such a move might be more useful.

#Sketch #DigitalART #ART #Illustration #Book #SOS_Im_Inside #Fia Flodene #Veles #Kyle #Severin #Sabrin #Anabelle #Drawing #Writing #Artists on Tumblr #Writers of Tumblr

[carnocus]

WRITEBLR RE-INTRO

Hello! I am a 18 year old Ukrainian-American writer who is coming back to running this blog. My pen name keeps changing but currently I'm going by the pen name "Vasyl Veles" on here, Vas for short.

My original posts are tagged as "#vas's posts". Most of my reblogs are queued. I am open to and love participating in tag and ask games!

I tend to write in the horror, sci-fi, and dark fantasy genres. I am a big fan of using dark aspects of fiction to explore intellectual themes, and enjoy writing a lot about nature, science, and queer experiences. I also loveee speculative biology. I write both short stories and novels, and am not yet published (but currently submitting stories to some writing competitions, wish me luck!).

Other than writing, I am also a big fan of goth, industrial, and metal music, and am passionate about science and mathematics. I also greatly enjoy DIY and art, and hope to post some of those projects on here in addition to writing.

General Taglist (message to be added or removed): @euphoniouspandemonium @theglitchywriterboi

works in progress:

THE AGE OF CARNOCUS:

Also called "Karniv"

current main project - dystopian sci-fi horror fantasy - planning/drafting - novel series/worldbuilding project - tagged as #the age of carnocus

An God parasitizes the Earth, transforming it as his amalgamations of flesh and blood storm human society. He grants humans a gift so that they survive.

Centuries later, a new generation of aspiring scientists assembles at a lead university. Their mission, as stated by the Clergy that rules them, is to discover the depths their ability to manipulate flesh. As the students perform their experiments, creatures crawl out of the basement and killers rise from the dead. A question looms over them. Do they keep their discoveries secret, or share them and risk destroying the world?

WIP Intro

Character List

Character Intro: Lysander

Character Intro: Micah

Character Intro: Colette

Character Intro: Ezra

Character Intro: Quinn

Ask Game : TAOC Worldbuilding (age of world, diseases, common items, swear words).

Taglist: @coffeewritesfiction @serendipminiewrites

ARCHITECTURE OF AGGRESSION

collection of short stories - psychological and body horror - drafting - tagged as #architectureofaggression

From a carnivorous house to a body swap, this is a collection of stories about the grotesque architecture of both buildings and bodies.

My two favorite stories:

The Diorama: A man is haunted by his deceased mother's plan for him to continue her career as an architect. An allegory for how parents push their own dreams onto their children, but through body horror.

The House of Famish: A woman moves into her ancestral home with her wife, and soon discovers her wife doesn't have what it takes to care for the house. An allegory for how toxic family traditions can become ingrained in people.

WIP Intro

ASSORTED DIY PROJECTS

my patch vest

embroidered spiderweb jacket

That's it for now! Thanks for reading :)

#writeblr #vas's posts #writeblr intro #horror #horror literature #gothic horror #scifi #fantasy #novels #books #short stories #wips #writers on tumblr #artists on tumblr #artblr #украрт

[olympusgenius]

Have you ever wondered how the exiles may influence in MC's mind everyday? I imagine is like a reality show mixing Big Brother, RuPaul's Drag Race and Inside Out, but there's not a final prize except the chance to see their beloved ones.

Imagine them entering to MC's mind like in RPDR...including introduction's phrase

Yoshitsune entering first faning himself like a little diva: "is hot here or it's just me? And where's Oniwaka? ONIWAKA!

Eurynome like a girlboss: "Babies...Mama has come to slay~!!

Susanoo looking serious but relaxed: "Ammy, Sis, no tea, no shade but...your wolf version is better!!

Shaytan descending in a godly light: "Halleloo! just to clarify...I'm an unapologetic bitch because Papa don't preach!"

Cthulu walking enveloped in a blanket: "I just want a comfy bed, IS THAT HARD TO ASK?!

Freyr coming armored: "SOOOOIE,PIGGY,PIGGY,PIGGY!!

Nuwa in a school uniform: "Onii-chan, can I tell you a little secret?...FUCK YOU, SISCON!!"

Quetzalcoatl enters with a food cart: "RICOS TAMALES OAXAQUEÑOS~! Y HAY CAMOTES~!"

*Translation: "tasty oaxacan tamales~! And sweet potato too! " tamal oaxaqueño is another version of tamal made in Oaxaca enveloped in banana leaves instead of corn husks, and camote is a local dessert and a slang for dick*

Tiamat comes in and sees her roomies taking off her sunglasses: "Now the basic bitches gather here?"

Varuna Kamadeva enters dancing Bollywood: "Varuna at day, Kamadeva at night...but you may call me...yours"

Lugh bringing beer and whiskey: "as my grandpappy used to say...LET'S START THIS PARTY!!"

Aynurakkur enters reading a manga: "uh~ is this the Comiket?" Goes out but comes back "just kidding!"

Veles writing a poem: "roses are red, violets are blue...those are the flowers at Perun's tomb"

Seth comes in looking angry with a lettuce in hand: "I clearly said...NO DRESSING IN MY SALAD!!" kicks lettuce to camera.

Kinmamon looking kawaii holding an umbrella: "I'm allergic to the Sun"

Heyoka comes in screaming leaving the rest confused until they coughs and takes out a pair of cheerleading pom poms : "1, 2, 3, 4, Wakan Tanka is not a Top, 5, 6, 7, 8, he'll never find a date!"

Asura comes in making JoJo Poses: Smokey! This is how a true JoJo Pose looks, WRYYYYYYYY!!"

Faust enters with tired bitch face: "you really think Wendesday Addams is cool? Bitch, please...that bastard copied my style"-looks at Shaytan and smiles -"hello, Lucifer"

Jamukha gets in covered in blood and holding a casserole: "OK, IT'S TIME FOR DINNER~!!"

Yurlungur/Rainbow Snake comes in twirling and looking fabulous: "🎵They see me rollin', they hate it🎶...well, serves them"

Ahriman enters counting the fabrics in their attire: " 1,2,3,....it wasn't supposed it was seven veils?"

At least for now until reveal the rest of exiles in game

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #exiles #rpdr #inside out #big brother

[algebraicvarietyshow]

:(

academic writing instructorként ceus létem első napjától utolsó napjáig elkísért (sőt, igazából már corvinusosként is találkoztam vele), rengeteget segített, számtalan szövegemet csiszolta egyszerű házidolgozatoktól mindenféle jelentkezéseken át egészen a phd-m bevezető fejezetéig - emellett kiváló tanár és nem utolsósorban óriási egyéniség volt. nagyon lesújtott a hír.

[m0th-g0th0]

The Kin's beliefs in pathologic are quite unique, but I've seen many similarities to slavic mythology, so imma write about this enjoy ig.

Just to preface slavic mythology is extremely obscure and most of it was lost to history (we love Christianisation :DDD), so be careful about sources always. Mind that I'm speaking from a Polish perspective - Slavic people across different regions had varied beliefs.

The Kin believe the Earth is alive - that's basically the case for Slavs too. Mother Earth, known also as Mokosz (Mokosh, Мокош), was said to be pregnant in the early spring, so it was forbidden to dig into it, plow it, build fences and generally harm it during that time. It was also always forbidden to spit on the ground, and tripping and falling was a bad omen. Offending the Earth was seen as a very grave crime.

Another aspect of Earth, or nature, was Marzanna (Morana, Morena, Śmiertka, Śmierciucha) who was the goddess of death and winter but also life and renewal - the cycles that rule us. She was also vaguely associated with plagues (мор - Морана etymologically). I like to connect that to the pest being death and life itself.

Obviously a very important aspect of cultural life all over Europe and Asia, cattle was also revered by The Kin. While Slavs didn't consider bulls to be a part of them, they were still quite sacred, providing meat and hides. The patron of cattle was Weles (Veles, Wołos), who was also a chtonic god of riches, promises and a ruler of the afterlife.

Slavic religion is very focused on unity with nature, gratefulness for its gifts. I wouldn't be surprised if IPL actually took from it while creating the Kin.

Just hand to ramble about my special interest and connect it to my patho brainworms

#pathologic #pathologic 2 #slavic mythology #мор утопия

[luminescenc1e]

PLOTTING CALL!

: I have so much muse for plotting & shipping, these are the characters that I would like to use/write, so if you are interested, please press the tiny little heart, and then I will come to you so we can figure something out for our characters / make some kind of outline.

Yoon Sae-bom - HAPPINESS

Lee Rang - TALE OF THE NINE TAILED/1938

Draco Malfoy / HARRY POTTER (HEADCANON BASED)

Lucius Malfoy - HARRY POTTER  (HEADCANON BASED)

Claire Fraiser - OUTLANDER / BOOKS, SHOW(first 3 seasons) & HEADCANON BASED

Edward Cullen - TWILIGHT (MIDNIGHT SUN & HEADCANON BASED)

Jude Duarte - THE FOLK OF THE AIR SERIES / BOOKS & HEADCANON BASED

Dean Winchester - SUPERNATURAL / TV SHOW & HEADCANON BASE

Athos - THE MUSKETEERS (SHOW & HEADCANON BASED)

Gomez Addams / HEADCANON BASED & MOVIE INSPIRED

Veles - THE SHAPESHIFTER / BASED ON SLAVIC FOLKLORE & MYTHOLOGY

p.s. if we already have a thread/s with any of these characters, you can still like this, or if we have a thread with another one of my characters but would want to write with someone else listed here, you can also like this. <3

#starter call #plotting call #I just really want to plot a bit more & write more detailed and long term threads #will reblog this once or twice so everyone sees

[justlarkin]

I still wonder if they're actually going to do something with Knecht Ruprecht in relation to Veles or if that brief mention was nothing lol. I haven't seen much of a connection between the two, but Ded and Veles are already associated with each other since he's believed to be Veles' son, Veles' winter hypostasis, or a member of his retinue.

Veles is associated with Santa because he's sometimes believed to be Moroz or Karachun, there's also the story of Elijah the Prophet and St. Nicholas where he takes on St. Nick's role while Perun acts as St. Elias, and Santa is considered to be a replacement for Veles similar to Knecht giving the sack to Ded in Housamo. Knecht Ruprecht is more adjacent to figures like Krampus though since he deals with naughty children. Knecht and Veles are both considered to be demons/underworld adjacent, so I guess they might've pulled a connection from there. Or maybe I'm missing some obscure Santa lore lol.

Of course Ded mentioning that MC reminded him of Knecht Ruprecht could be nothing or just another case of early game writing  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Idc, I'm going to ramble about strange old men who break into people's houses and beat children regardless.

#shut up lark #karachn is another name for cherno but it seems that kara was just a prototype to moroz b4 he moved on to become his own thing #veles and cherno are considered to be the same ppl tho so the karachun thing will apply to him too #overly analytical rantings

[poisonfireleafs]

Veles: I heard you like to read. What’s your favourite genre?

Anne: I really like sci fi, and I would love to write my own sci-fi novel one day. 

Veles: That sounds amazing!

Anne’s non-autonomous interactions: Get to know, ask about day

Anne’s autonomous interactions: Ask about day, chat

#veles merryweather #anne morgan #firefoxsims3 #veles bc #ts3 #sims 3

[mothermara]

still thinking about vele refusing to write her name as anything but a personal glyph from her native language. iconic really

delphine keeps calling her "dragonborn" because she doesn't fucking know what her name is and it's too late to ask

#ezzy.txt #ocs #vele (oc)

[fat-little-maine-coon]

Hey yall :) I just realized thanks to a really kind message, that this account not only has lots of messages from people who answered my original search for friends (almost 3 years ago!!!!), but that I also haven't updated this account in those three years.

My name, pronouns, and sexuality have all since changed, and I'm no longer a minor. I would still love to make lots of friends and be more active, but I want everyone to feel comfortable talking to me. I'm no longer a lesbian, I'm bisexual, and non-binary transmasc. My name is Samael, and I'm 20 years old.

I still practice witchcraft, and have since gotten better at foraging and herbal medicine. I'm a forestry student, and a wildland firefighter.

I like to write poetry, garden, draw, play with clay, and so much more as long as it's arts based or fitness based. I've started reading again, and any book recommendations are welcome.

My main deities are Lucifer, Veles, and Devana.

My favourite aesthetics are cottagecore, farmcore, whimsigoth, and goblincore, as well as whatever the hell bloodborne is

#cottagecore #farmcore #grandmacore #witchcraft #witchcore #looking for friends #bloodborne

[inlocusmads]

what inspires your writing?

oh this is such a nice question, anon! thanks for sending!

honestly I don't have a straight answer to this. but a lot of my fics give ideas to even more fics or nuanced strands of ideas i can explore. or usually it coincides with what topic I am researching into at the moment - "research" in quotes because it's just more of lots of Googling and collecting information in a notion page lmao. for example, my recent fic with trystan being this person who relies on trickery to get by, was supposed to be a nod to Veles, essentially the trickster god in Slavic mythology - especially because (i'm taking this from wikipedia for a more simpler definition):

According to reconstruction by some researchers, he is the opponent of the supreme thunder god Perun. As such he probably has been imagined as a dragon, which in the belief of the pagan Slavs is a chimeric being resembling a cross between a bear and a snake that devours livestock.

(did i just see snake, dragons and go "yoooo drakovia"? yes. jk but I have been looking into Veles/Volos's story for quite sometime; blame the mythology hyperfixation that pops up every now and then)

but then the reference never made it in because I just couldn't put it into words. however trystan being a magician-adjacent person has been living rent-free in my head. i dont know, i guess I have a special likeness to 'pathetic clowns who can do magic' trope.

some of my fics have been inspired by songs or films - generally other media. chosen family is, yes, a rina sawayama song. meeting at a crosswalk was inspired by the Beatles's abbey road album art - I was listening to a lot of Beatles. I also never really got over my 'past lives' obsession, with have we met before? and exploring the concept of In-Yun as described in the movie (i don't explain it in the fic, but it draws a lot of inspiration; i remember watching THAT BAR SCENE and just babbling incoherently). fourth wall has a very similar energy to that one 'into the spiderverse' scene where miles and peter b. parker are chased across town.

so i just borrow the 'vibes' if I can call it that from what i see around, but the stuff i build on it is purely dependent on what i'm feeling like at that moment or what works best. (sidebar: i love love talking about my writing process lmao, it's the most chaotic thing ever and brings me so much despair but I just love it for what it is)

so yes, specific vibes; specific themes and whatever goes on top, does. which is why my fics are just so specific lmao. like it is this one specific sliver of emotion which is lost in, what I'd call, a salad bowl of a mess. Believe me I have tried writing from a general standpoint; trying to use writing prompts to help me out but then, it spirals into this specific madness that I can never crawl out of. it's become an integral part and I don't think it is going anytime soon lmao.

#askboxed! #anonymous #mads quips about writing

[whumperofworlds]

Whumptober Day 15: Rest

Now on AO3!

Fandom: Final Fantasy I

A/N: I love writing these two a lot, so this one was also fun to write! Also, I... am having trouble writing more of this, but hopefully I'll get to it before the month is up!

I only own Drusus, Keme, and Veles. Everything else belongs to Square Enix.

TAGS: @gala1981

CONTENT: slight strong language, sickness, a lot of fluff stuff

ENJOY!

_____

@whumptober Day 15: Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | "I'm fine."

Drusus wasn't sure what happened. When he woke up this morning, he felt a throbbing headache hit him. Not only that, but his throat was sore—no matter how much water he drank, he couldn't get rid of the soreness his throat had. And finally, his nose was stuffed up, making breathing difficult.

Keme knew what was up the moment they left for work. He had asked his husband if he was alright—Drusus didn't even give him a "good luck" kiss before they left, as he usually did. 

"I'm fine," Drusus had said, and yet, he still looked out of it. Was he upset with Keme? No. That wasn't it. Drusus looked… exhausted, judging by the bags under his eyes and the fact that he coughed constantly.

Keme's thoughts were on Drusus all day, and after he returned from a mission, he decided to confront his husband. Clearly, Drusus was hiding something from him, which was out of character for the Monk.

He arrived at the door to Drusus' office, before knocking it. A few moments had passed, to the point Keme even thought that Drusus had already left. However, he heard his beloved's voice from behind the door, "Who is it?"

Keme noted that his voice was hoarse and raspy. He raised a brow, before he answered, "It's me. Can I come in, love?"

Another pause, before he heard coughing from behind the door.

"Come in." Drusus answered.

Keme opened the door and entered, only to pause when he noticed Drusus' trash can was full of tissues. Sitting at his desk was Drusus, scribbling down another signature on a piece of paper. He glanced up, smiling slightly. Keme's heart would have skipped a beat at that sight if he hadn't noticed how strained it was.

"Hey, babe," Keme said, glancing at the trash can for a moment. Usually, Drusus cleaned his trash can before he began to work. Why was it full? Unless…

"You're sick," Keme pointed out, and he couldn't help but glare at his husband. This wasn't the first time this had happened, and he was frankly tired of how stubborn Drusus was.

"What?" Drusus asked, and Keme could see the panic in his eyes. "N-no I'm not."

"Then explain this," Keme said, gesturing at the tissue-filled trash can. Drusus glanced at it for a moment, before he shook his head.

"Allergy season," Drusus lied, covering his mouth with his fist when he coughed.

"...It's not even spring," Keme sighed, shaking his head. "Babe, we've discussed this before. When you're sick, you should be resting, not working!"

"I'm fine, dear," Drusus insisted, glancing back at his paperwork. "These papers are due today, and I have to—cough—work on them."

Of freaking course.

"Drusus." Keme said, his voice stern.

That caught Drusus' attention, as he glanced at his husband, eyes wide. "Did you just—" Drusus tried to say.

"Damn right I did," Keme interrupted, his arms across his chest, giving Drusus a disapproving look. "Look, you need to go home. Veles can take care of the paperwork and all. You're too sick."

"Babe, please," Drusus insisted, "Veles has enough on his plate, and—"

He didn't realize that his hand was close to the small ink bottle, until he accidentally knocked it over. Ink spilled all over the paperwork, soaking them in black.

"Fuck," Drusus cursed, gritting his teeth in frustration. Could this get any worse?

Keme's glare grew intense, before he turned to the door. "That's it," Keme said, "I'm getting Veles."

"Love, no—" Drusus protested, but it was already too late; Keme left the office. Drusus sighed, running a hand through his hair. Why does Keme get so stubborn about him?

_____

Veles insisted to Drusus that he'd handle the paperwork, and despite Drusus' protests, he eventually went home with Keme. Keme had apparently told Veles that he was taking the day off too—he needed to care for Drusus so he could recover quickly.

Once they were home and Drusus went to bed, Keme held a hand on Drusus' forehead, before pulling back with a hiss.

"Sheesh," Keme commented, "you're burning up."

"...I know," Drusus sighed, sinking in the covers until his head was the only thing exposed.

Keme glared at Drusus once more, and Drusus wanted to sink further in his covers sheepishly.

"How long have you been sick?" Keme asked.

"Since… this morning," Drusus admitted.

Keme's glare softened a bit then, sighing. "At least you didn't wait till days later like last time."

"...'m sorry." Drusus muttered.

"Just…" Keme said, "don't do it again, please? Whenever you're like this, I worry about you. It hurts me that you hide something like that from me. I get that you work hard, but rest whenever you feel under the weather."

Drusus gave it a thought for a second. Perhaps Keme was right—if their roles were reversed, Drusus would worry to death over Keme if he had fallen ill, and would insist Keme to rest. The mere idea of making Keme worry over him hurt him. His husband shouldn't be worried about him like that.

"...All right, I'm sorry," Drusus apologized.

"Pinky promise?" Keme asked, his pinky raised.

Drusus merely smiled despite his sickness, before he reached out and had his pinky intertwined with Keme's. He could keep promises easily.

"Pinky promise."

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