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BROKEN EGGS IS NOW LIVE

#qsmp #qsmp fanfic #broken eggs #please read my silly thing itll be a huge long story #its gonna turn out really cool trust

[your-favorite-roommate]

LISTEN-

i got really busy. i have no excuse. got busy. got sick. also writing is hard man :<

i also kinda dont care much about keeping a schedule, im just glad im writing

im gonna keep going as if i have a schedule, but who knows when the next day will come

DAY 4: Locket

I went outside again today. I didn't have you by my side this time. You were at your mother's house; I hope you were being good, having fun, being taken care of. I know you were, I know Mariana is a good parent. But I was all alone.

I know I should use that time to do all the really dangerous stuff I need to, stuff that I can't take you to do. But I just can't do it alone... Does it make me a little bitch if I feel the bravest when you're here with me? I'm your dad, I'm supposed to be protecting you, and yet I feel like you're protecting me.

I found a nice little area next to a cliff that I'll have to take you to sometime, I think you'll really like it. Plenty of room for a water bucket clutch, backflips, anything that your heart desires, Flippa. I've already fenced it off, it should be completely safe.

Ran into some of our friends, the zombies, while I was out there. Yeah, I guess the neighborhood HOA didn't tell them we were moving in, must've missed this weeks newsletter. Don't worry, I introduced myself; they're really nice. I think I even saw some kids your age! You'll have friends in no time!

I would've whipped out my famous gingersnap cookies if I knew I was gonna meet the new neighbors today, that woulda changed their tune a bit. I'm sure their bark is worse than their bite anyway.

Yeah, they all seemed to leave pretty quick after I brought out my sword. I guess they're not big fans of 14th century weaponry.

There was one girl, she seemed actually really interested in it! Thank god some people know how to appreciate craftsmanship. Yeah, we got to talking a bit, she asked if I'd come inside for a drink. Of course I told her I was married, but I appreciated the offer.

She just sort of... looked into the middle distance, out over the cliff. Like an old widow thinking about her husband who died at sea. She told me that she was married once, dramatically clutching the locket around her neck. He's been gone a long time, but she still kept hope that one day he'd come home.

I told her about your mother, how I could never imagine losing her. As much as we may fight, I still love Mariana more than anything. He's my rock, I know he's right there, even if it's, you know, to call me a bitch.

She gave me her locket, the one with her lover in it, told me to keep it and keep her lover's memory alive for her.

I have it now, it's wrapped around the hilt of my sword. So I can always see it, you know, while I'm killing zombies. Honor her memory a bit, and the memories of the zombies. Some small way to remember them as people who used to live here, and not just monsters like they are now.

#qsmp fanfic #whonspers inktober #qsmp #broken eggs

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manifesting that I can get this one done in a timely manner

once again thank you @watercolorfreckles for the prompts <3

DAY 3: Buried

I swear this island is a death trap. I thought there was no way the Federation would so blatantly make a death trap, but everyday it seems more and more obvious. They're trying to kill us, or use us for something, and they don't care what happens to those that don't survive.

Your Tio Wilbur's been missing for I don't even know how long, I don't think I've seen him since the sun went down. No one has, except Phil, Fit, and Roier. I would joke about if he ever really existed at all, but I can't. Not now. No, he was is real, and he's our friend. And he loves us very much, he loves his daughter, he loves his family, too much to leave behind.

Phil found his beanie half buried in the dirt, that red one that he's always wearing. Just sticking out of the ground. Phil was on his way to Fit's when he saw it. Apparently they meet up every night, after the kids go to bed, just to check on each other, make sure they're still alive. That's definitely all they're doing.

Just between you and me, Flippa, they're definitely fucking. Phil's been kinda going through it with Missa gone, and Wilbur disappearing, and now they think he's de they don't know what happened to him. I mean, I don't wanna make assumptions...

They're not telling Talullah, obviously. Or Chayanne or Ramon. None of the kids need to know, "they don't need to worry themselves" , as Phil said. I think I'm in the clear telling you. I mean, this is meant to be read when you're older, when you've almost forgotten about the island entirely.

I hope that, whatever happens, you don't forget us. Don't forget me, don't forget Mariana. As much as we fight, we still love you, and everything we do is for you.

I don't wanna think about where Wilbur is, but I can't imagine he left willingly. I mean, he has Talullah, I don't think he'd abandon her so easily. I know if I was away from you, I'd be heartbroken, Flippa. But don't worry. Nothing's gonna happen to me. I'm sticking by your side till the end, I promise. I'll protect you, we're gonna make it. And when our time runs out on the island, I hope that we can still have each other. I don't wanna lose you. I'm not going to lose you.

#qsmp fanfic #whonspers inktober #broken eggs #shorter but we dont talk about it

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even if this isnt posted on the second id like everyone to know that i wrote it on the second. time isnt real these are definitely not excuses

once again thank you @watercolorfreckles for the prompts <3

DAY 2: Staircase

obligatory everything is subject to change

I'm not a fucking hermit. I can leave my home whenever I want to. I just choose not to, on account of the fucking zombies. As much as you guys in the Federation wanna pretend nothing's wrong, and the island's perfect, I'm not so inclined to agree when the island has teeth and hands and fucking talks.

But I went outside today, for the first time since the fourth day on the island, when the sun went down for the last time. Yeah I would've loved to just stay inside but two of my walls were in a very heated argument about Among Us, and I just didn't feel like getting in the middle of that. Might as well leave.

Definitely didn't have anything to do with Roier coming over yesterday. It was really nice to see him, don't get me wrong! No, it was the way he looked when I told him I hadn't left my house in days. Just a look of pity and shock, like I was the crazy one for not going outside when there's fucking zombies everywhere.

Well I've gone outside. Just to prove that I can. Also because I was out of food. And wood. But that's not important. I was doing fine.

And it definitely was totally fine going out, I wasn't scared out of my fucking mind at all. Yeah, not a zombie in sight, made me feel like a fool for not going out sooner. In fact, the sun was out, and the birds were singing, and there was a train waiting right outside to take me away from this fucking nightmare island.

It sucked. Every step was scary, every breeze sounded like a zombie breathing over my shoulder. I had armor on but I've never felt so vulnerable. It felt like I had painted a huge target on my chest, like I was inviting the zombies right to a four course meal of my internal organs.

It wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be though. At least sticking by the wall, having something behind me so I couldn't be blindsided, that was helpful. There wasn't many animals, but I was able to pick up some wheat from a couple small spots, so that was good. A couple fruit trees, now I won't die from scurvy, thank god. I wonder if the Federation can supply vitamin D supplements... Not for any particular reason, of course.

Chopping trees isn't fun, I've found. And surprisingly, that fact doesn't change in the dark. Yeah, still not great. But I'm gonna get buff as hell if I keep this up.

It did make me feel safer to be running around with a big sharp blade, not to sound like a crazed madman. But surprisingly, I didn't see many zombies. There were one or two that wanted to fight, but I made 'em wish they were never born! Turned? Killed? However the zombies on this island came to be, I made them wish they weren't!

I've heard from a couple other people not to use torches unless you wanna be swarmed, cuz the zombies naturally come towards the light. I'll be honest, I don't think I could've done that, I just put down torches cuz without them I couldn't see two inches in front of my face.

Not that it fucking mattered, cuz I'm still a danger to myself! At all times! Somehow, I don't know if the axe just slipped in my hands or I was distracted or I'm really just stupider than I thought, but I chopped right into my fucking wrist.

And the worst part is, I didn't even manage to make it a good clean cut all the way through. No, I stopped when I was like, most of the way through. So I've got an essentially dead hand hanging by a thread, blood pouring from a huge open wound, and a decision to make. Or maybe just a question to ask myself. Do I have the guts to cut off my own hand? Purposefully? Cuz it'll just get infected if I leave it, so it's gonna have to come off somehow.

The answer was yes, apparently. I don't know if it was adrenaline or what, but I had a totally mild freak out, about as much as you'd expect from your local wall hermit, and just cut the rest. It's still out there, somewhere, I didn't really wanna take it with me. I hope some zombie got it and has a taste for me now.

Um, yeah, so now I've just got a bleeding stump of a wrist that's just gushing blood onto the grass. I kinda didn't realize how much you use both hands for things until that moment when I went to tear my shirt to use as a bandage. Cuz apparently without a hand, it's a lot harder to stabilize, so tearing the shirt took more effort than I would've liked. Thank god I've still got my teeth.

I've been rocking the blood-stained crop top for hours now, I think it's gonna be the trend on the island here soon. I mean, it is a summer getaway, we gotta beat the heat somehow!

I could say I was sad that my little outing was brought to an end, but I think that'd be called lying. It was nice to breathe the fresh air, yes, less nice to have all the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end for hours as I just wait for something to happen. I was more than happy to cut my losses, literally, and head home with everything I'd gathered, which wasn't a small amount! I cleared out a sizeable chunk today; who knows, maybe I'll make a nice pool out there, somewhere to relax, enjoy the sun and summer breeze.

As I was leaving, making my way back down the wall, way farther than I had originally thought I walked. Um, I heard someone say "run" to me. Not a great thing to hear when you're already on edge. But I turned around and there was a zombie, I guess I hadn't heard it walk up, I was so distracted chopping off my hand. But it was just sort of hobbling towards me, one of its legs looked messed up, so I wasn't too worried about it. Don't get me wrong, I kept my distance, but I didn't sprint immediately at the sight of it. I did walk a bit faster away from it though, you can never be too careful.

There was another zombie next to it, maybe 10 feet back, then I saw two more coming out of the trees and suddenly I kept seeing more and more. It was like I hadn't put on the glasses before but now I could finally see them, like they were always lurking in the trees, waiting to strike. They were still pretty slow, but it was pretty scary to find yourself surrounded by zombies when you thought you were safe.

And they're all saying "run" still. What had sounded like a monotone note of moans and grunts now was an entire chorus of voices telling me to run. And believe me, I didn't need to be told twice.

Thankfully I hadn't really walked far from my place, cuz the further I ran I had to keep sidestepping zombies that seemed to appear out of fucking nowhere. And some of them were much faster than I had anticipated. I mean there was one or two zombies that were almost sprinting behind me, scared the living shit out of me to look back and see something actually keeping pace. Still surrounded by a cacophony of voices telling me run. I swear I couldn't hear anything besides that and the pounding of blood in my ears.

I made it to my home, more or less safe, I'm sitting on the floor right now. There's zombies at my door, they're surrounding the place. If I didn't literally build my home into the side of the wall, I'd be way more worried they were gonna carve their way in somehow. I really hope that door holds up; it's been doing pretty well so far, but I really don't wanna rely on that and have to deal with it breaking when I need it most.

Um, I don't think my wrist is gonna get infected, crossing my fingers, or at least the ones I have left. I wrapped it in gauze, and it's clean, but I don't have any disinfectant until Cucurucho delivers some tonight.

Can I sue the Federation? For legal reasons, that last part was a joke, thank you Cucurucho, I love the island.

I'm still sat on my floor, trying to drown out the sounds. I really don't wanna hear them. They've gone from chanting "run" to "safe", which surprisingly doesn't actually make me feel safe at all. In fact, I feel extremely unsafe.

They're crawling over each other to get to me though, I can see them through my window. They haven't reached the window yet, it's still too high up for them, but they're trying anyway. Just climbing on top of each other, like some horrible zombified staircase. I just know that whatever's at the bottom of that stack is getting crushed, I don't think those zombies will make it out. Like a really fucked up mosh pit or something.

Really good and productive outing I had today. Really love it here. Disfruta la isla.

#qsmp fanfic #broken eggs #whonspers inktober #obligatory reblog onto the writing sideblog #ill start just posting them onto the sideblog then reblogging with the main

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@watercolorfreckles thanks for the prompts these are so good

please dear GOD someone hold me to these i at least wanna form an idea around each one pertaining to broken eggs. and if you wanna know more about broken eggs, you should totally send me an ask or dm me or check out [this post]

side note i really need to make a broken eggs master post but i keep forgetting :3 if anyone would be interested in that lemme know pls pls

ignore that this is posted on october second no the FUCK it isnt (listen i struggled so much with this one for some reason cut me some slack, its still the first in my brain, i havent gone to sleep yet. its not even 1am)

DAY 1: Whispers

(hey thats just like my name lol)

anything written is subject to change

Flippa, you're growing up in a world that hates you. It wants you dead, it wants you hurt, it wants to completely rob your childhood from you. And I hate that I'm so powerless to do a single fucking thing about it. I'm just as stuck as you are. I don't have any idea what to do, how to escape, how to keep you safe. god you aren't even able to be a kid.

Mariana came over today, he was here to pick you up, it was his week with you. I made sure you were all packed, of course, like a good dad. Definitely didn't forget to grab your favorite shirt or anything to stall you leaving, nothing like that.

Um, Mariana got here and he seemed a bit... strange. You know, walked in the door and shut it really quick, and just stayed there a second, ear almost pressed up against the door. You were so excited, you're always excited to see him, obviously you screamed out of happiness and tried to run up to him. But he shushed you. Like, hand over your mouth, he looked so serious too. I hope you weren't too scared. I hate that you have to be so scared.

Everything was quiet, I didn't hear anything outside. I tried asking what was up, but I got shushed too. Definitely kinda weird, I wouldn't ask questions though. I just grabbed you, pulling you away from the door; I didn't know what Mariana heard or if he was just playing some sick joke.

I started talking to you in a whisper, you know, letting you know everything was fine. And by god I would never lie to you, Flippa, because everything was fine. I promised then and I'll promise now. Everything's fine.

It was really cute, though, when you started talking back in a whisper, almost mimicking me. You're a little shit, you know that? It must've been from Mariana's side of the family, that bastard.

You were laughing though, so you weren't scared, and that's what matters. Mariana even joined in, the two of you were ganging up on me! You're both bastards! I can't believe the amount of betrayal from you both!

Right as you were laughing louder, Mariana stepped away from the door for a second, it didn't feel so dark for a split second. And we all heard a zombie's cry. It sounded so close, I swear I nearly shit myself. But we had to quiet your laughter, and what a moment of symbolism it was. Felt like I was in a goddamn story.

I hugged you close, you looked so scared, it happened so quick. But you were safe, and that's what matters. Mariana stayed by the door, ever the hero unlike me, sword drawn at the first sign of danger. You wanted to join him, but he held you back, pushing you towards the center of the floor, where I was sitting. He came to sit with us a minute later, sword dropping to the ground, arms wrapped around us, his family.

God we really can't have nice things, can we? I hope that, wherever you are, you're free to laugh as loud as you want.

#qsmp fanfic #broken eggs #whonspers inktober #and reblogging over to my writing blog! #just so i can find them later or so all my broken eggs shit is at least together

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tshirt that says SOMETIMES WHEN A CHARACTER’S ACTIONS DON’T MATCH THEIR WORDS IT ISN’T BAD WRITING IT’S A NUANCE THE AUDIENCE IS RESPONSIBLE FOR PICKING UP ON

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Person A: “My my, quite bloodthirsty for a hero, aren’t you? What would your precious little friends say?”

Person B: “Why don’t you ask them yourself? I’m not the only one who came here tonight with the intention of taking your head.”

#ohoho #this is good shit #uhh its giving flamedraco #writing prompt #hero x villain

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Happy WBW! In honor of Idalia and her looming approach on the SouthEast US, what is the most dangerous natural threat to your world?

LMAO probably zombies...

my main wip rn is a zombie apocalypse fic. but the moon is also the only light they see. the sun went down one night and never came back up. so zombies, but in the dark. its so spooky!!

#broken eggs #wbw #im honestly super excited to write the zombies #theyre not your typical tv show zombies #no theyre tearing themselves apart trying to get to their target #theyre blood and gore and rotting and terrifying #they can smell blood a mile away at even a papercut #one of the kids falls and scrapes their knee and gets right back up. theyre bundled into their parents arms as they sprint to their home #the kid thinks this is overkill. they just scraped their knee and it doesnt even hurt! #until their parent has to start dodging zombies coming directly towards them. sword swinging in one hand while still holding their child #theres so much fear in their eyes. the kid doesnt want to die like this

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tell me about the slimariana zombie au??? :O

YOUR FIRST MISTAKE thank you anon i love you

okay so picture this. qsmp. quesadilla island. the sun goes down one day and doesnt rise the next morning.

its a slimecicle centric apocalypse fic, following him from day one when he gets on the island. when the sun goes down and he wakes up to the night sky still. opening the door to check around and hearing the ungodly sound of a horrid creature with sagging skin and too-stiff movements, stumbling ever closer to him. his first time having to kill one of these creatures, bashing its head in with the closest thing he could grab, which ended up being a wooden shovel. the loneliness he felt as he sat in his hole-in-the-wall house, too afraid to even open his front door.

the islanders try going to the federation, surely this wasnt meant to happen, what happened to their luxury island getaway? the federation either cant or wont listen to them, its as if they cant see it at all.

the egg event starts, much to the shock of everyone. why bring children into such a dangerous environment? why would they bring more stress and danger to the islanders lives rather than solving the existing issues? but they try to make the most of it, slime and mariana pair up with their kiddo and take care of juanflippo as best they can ("welcome to my house!" "...wheres the rest of it" "....this is it. but i promise, we don't need a huge space, and flippo is happy here, right?")

the story follows through the everyday struggle to survive, what with their steady depletion of supplies, the daily fights between slime and mariana, and the added stress of trying to take care of flippa. the danger shes in at all times, her excited screams echoing through the trees, the blood trickling from a scraped knee, all calls to the zombies to their exact location. but theyd rather see her happy and deal with the consequences than lock her inside, wasting away and miserable

theres four endings as well! im super excited about them, and i think everyone else will love them too (or hunt me for sport, but you know, thats a form of love imo)

i dont know how to talk about this in a coherent way, but have some tidbits and fun facts!

slimecicle is missing a hand after he chopped it off trying to get wood one day. it regrew as a nerveless slime hand, with which he can vaguely hold things but cant feel anything. he just has to trust that flippas hand is somewhere in his...

flippa and slimecicle learn sign language together, both english and spanish, to communicate faster (especially helpful when theres zombied nearby)

theres a whole messy relationship arc that does end with mariana and slimes wedding

#qsmp #qslimeriana #slimeriana zombie au #reblogging onto my second blog. the one actually meant for writing lol

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serial killer slimeriana concept

cw for implied killing and blood

someone is killing the islanders, the federation workers, leaving corpses littering the island. the egg event starts, thereve only been about 2 kills so far, but theyre still wary (is it an animal? another islander? the federation?). mariana and slime are together obviously, mariana is wary of everyone, no way hes taking this stranger into his house, knowing where he lives, what if hes the killer? or what if this egg is a trap? either way, no trust. they take care of juanaflippa for a bit, they hate each other, they love each other, its all good. until slime starts disappearing at night. now mariana doesnt really care what they guy does, he wouldnt have even noticed but he was staying over for the night (for once) and slime must've thought he was asleep, slipping out of bed quietly and grabbing… something, mariana couldnt quite see, slinking out the door and into the night

mariana doesnt really give a shit what his government assigned husband is up to in his free time (though it is a bit weird that its in the middle of the night. whatever, must be a night owl). but he does hear when slime gets home, ever so quietly but inevitably given away by the creaky door that he swore he'd fix. mariana got out of bed to see what was up, walking out of slimes bedroom and coming face to face with the man himself, covered in… something he couldn't quite make out in the dark. slime looked startled, breathing picking up, but he tried to play it off cooly, quickly shoving something behind his back. whatever, let him keep his secrets.

"mariana! i didnt… uh, w-what are you doing up, mi amor?" "you were out for a while. just checking on you" "oh, well, yes. im fine, you can go back to bed, everything is fine." "go shower before you get in bed. whats are you even covered in? looks like… mud, or slime or something" "slime! like my name! yeah, yeah no, its slime. im sorry mi amor" he kisses marianas cheek, a metallic smell filling marianas senses "ill go shower, of course. i was just out fighting slimes"

#slimeriana #misclick duo #qsmp #qsmp fanfic #qslimecicle #qmariana #music writing #Spotify

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prompt #71

“You like it.”

The hero stops dead in their tracks, bearing their teeth. “What?”

“You like my attention,” the supervillain coolly drawls, a smirk teasing the corner of their lip. “You like that I have such a special little interest in you. That I’m possessive of you.”

The hero sucks in a sharp breath, taking a few cautious steps backwards. Their stomach tingles in what they imagine, or hope, is dread.

“You don’t think I see the excitement in your eyes when I say that you’re mine? When I say I’ll do what it takes to take you away from your precious allies?” The supervillain tilts their head, and their intense gaze makes the hero tense.

“I see the way it makes you shiver, Hero,” they whisper. “You like it.”

#hero x villain #writing prompt

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"LISTEN this is about spaghetti"

prompt by @sleepyowlwrites

a genloss concept

cw for gore and death

Sneegsnag, who went through the same trials that Ranboo did. He had to do the cooking show. He walked into that cabin, and the execs were a little looser at the time so he had a bit more free roam. He talked not to the audience but to his best friend frank, who he was with. Now Frank was a smart cookie; while Sneegsnag was looking for the keys, Frank saw there were no hinges and walked right into the kitchen

Sneegsnag was so popular with the audience that the execs brought in a Best Friend character, meant to be silly and goofy. However, Frank, who wasn't with Showfall Media from the beginning, wasn't nearly as brainwashed, and was deviating from the plot and his intended character more and more.

They walk into the kitchen. They see the spirit of the cabin, Charlie's character. He jumps up in surprise, "Welcome to my cabin" he says, waving his hands around as his theme song kicks in. Why did no one give me my cue, he muttered under his breath

They start playing his little game, they're meant to make a dish for the spirit, and they choose spaghetti, or splaghebbi as the spirit calls it

But Frank keeps snooping. The producers are ready to jump in at any second but the audience is loving frank so they hold off. He messes with the chains on the bedroom door, not even hearing anyone approach as he feels the clap of a strong hand on his shoulder, startling him.

He turns to see the spirit directly behind him, too close for comfort. He grins widely, madly, "Don't go snoopin' where you aren't supposed to, there, Frank" and for a moment, his eyes hold a pit of fire, his teeth are sharp and jagged and far too many crowd his mouth, his clothes covered in a thick mucus of red, too closely resembling blood for Frank's taste.

Another moment and it's like it never happened. His eyes held charm and wit, his movements comical, his smile award-winning and not looking at all like the horror he had just seen. And the slime covering his suit slid back to a bright neon green that it once was, but it was too late. Frank could no longer trust his own mind, shock clear on his face as he allowed himself to be led back to the kitchen by the spirits strong arms. Sneegsnag was still in the kitchen, mixing what looks like spaghetti in a bowl, though Frank can't even be certain its not meal worms and tendons.

"Frank! There you are buddy, I could use your help in here! This guy is working us to the bone, I swear" he mutters the last part out of the side of his mouth, loud enough to still be heard.

Frank looks at him and says "Yeah… yeah okay." He still stands blankly, but tries to make it look like hes helping. A minute passes, the spirit making loud commentary as he leaves the room to sit at his own table. Frank leans in "I need you to tell me. What color is on that mans suit"

"Green, why? What, are you feeling okay Frank?" Sneeg looks at him, a half smile on his lips as he tries to figure out the joke.

"I don't think so. Listen, I don't… I don't think this is real"

Sneeg scoffs, a laugh rising from his chest, "Yeah, alright dude. Maybe you should go sit down. Have a little chat with that demon guy. Don't worry, I'll make enough splaghebbi for both of you"

"Sneeg, I'm serious! I don't think he's who he says he is. and I'm frea-"

"HEY" the spirit loudly enters the room. "That doesn't sound like splaghebbi making to me, Snackpack and Francis"

All other words died in Frank's throat, but Sneeg took the moment to speak up. "Oh perfect. Slime demon, tell Frank that this is super normal and totally real and not a show that's being put on and live streamed to people against our wills. He's getting a little freaked out," he looked back down to the spaghetti, missing the momentary flair of anger that welled in the spirit's eyes.

"Of course, Frank. You see, this is my cabin. I am the spirit of this cabin. Sneegsnag and his best friend, Frank, have broken into my cabin, and as payment, are making me some delicious spaghetti to eat. It's totally real and not fake and if you look to this wall, you will not see a multitude of cameras and producers and workers filming our every move, because this is not a show, this is real life."

As frank turned, he swore for a split second he could see the wall melt away, replaced instead with exactly what the spirit had said; cameras all pointed at the group, filming their every move, trained on him like a hawk. The image melted away before he could gather much else, but not soon enough to stop him from freaking out. He moved back, grabbing Sneeg's arm, mumbling and pointing at the wall.

"It- it's not- it's not real. I-I told you! I told- it's not- noth- it's- what- I-"

Sneeg clapped both hands on Frank's shoulders, forcing his attention to him. "Hey dude, you're alright. Yeah? What's this about it 'not being real', what? Come off it, dude. Just help me make this guy some spaghetti"

But Frank finds his voice once more. "No, no you don't understand. They're- they're watching! We're being watched, being filmed, actively! They're just there! They were just-"

He's cut off by the spirit, who looks at Sneeg with a devilish smile. "Do not believe a word he says. I don't know what the fuck he's on about." Sneeg nods, giving the spirit a knowing look.

Franks yells "What? Why can you be so sure, why do you trust this weird spirit in a random cabin? Do you even remember how you got here? Do you even kno-"

"LISTEN" the spirit yells over Frank. "This is about spaghetti. And it better be done by the time I get back, or so help me," he mutters darkly before leaving the room.

Frank takes the opportunity to grab Sneeg's hand, trying to tug him away from the kitchen counter. "Come on, we've gotta go now before he gets back."

"Dude, what? Why? The guy just wants his splaghebbi? We did break into his cabin"

"No! We didn't! We were planted! We didn't start anywhere but here! We've got to get out! This- this is a death trap!" He tries the other door leading out of the kitchen, but it's locked. No way to go out but through the living room, maybe he can try the cabin door again.

"Nuh-uh, I'm staying right here and finishing this splaghebbi. You go do your own thing, if that's what you want. Have fun without me."

Frank turns back, heartbroken and confused as he tries to rack his brain for when he first met Sneeg and comes up blank.

He runs into the living room, coming face to face with the spirit, who flickers back to that horror standing before him, dripping in blood and holding a great fiery rage in his eyes. "Now, where do you think you're going. You're not meant to leave for at least another three episodes." Frank says nothing, too stunned to speak.

"You know, you were a fan favorite, but what can be done. They'll get over you," the spirit says as a knife is drawn and shoved deep into franks chest. He yells in pain, blood gurgling in his throat as he watches the spirit twist the knife, pain exploding in his body, too much for him to handle as he nearly passes out. The spirit retracts his hand, wiping the blood off on his own suit, a disgusted face as his hands get stuck in the mucus.

///

Sneegsnag is still making splaghebbi, looking up when the spirit reenters the room. "Oh, Frank! You're back so soon! Didn't wanna leave after all, I'm glad."

The spirit laughs in response and says "Yeah, I convinced him otherwise. But unfortunately, you've failed."

Sneeg looked up in shock, his spaghetti yet untouched. "What? failed?!"

"Yeah, unfortunately. It's no good, I can tell just by looking at it. I mean," he made a pained face "not even a hint of slime in there! No, no, I can't eat this. You fail. Awful. Horrible." He waved his hands, knocking the plate to the ground in the process.

"Let's go, out, out," he says, shepherding sneeg, frank's limp arm hung around his neck, into the room that had been previously locked.

"You don't even wanna try it?" Sneeg asked.

"Nope, nope, not enough slime. Something like that would kill me, I swear. Well, kill me more." Sneeg nodded, letting himself be led into the room and into a small cage off to the side.

"Watch your head, Frank," he said, kneeling so as to help his friend into the cage first. He didn't comment on how unmoving frank seemed; maybe he was just tired. Nor how his mouth hung open, a trail of red seeping down the side; that would just be rude of him. Nor did he comment on the dagger hilt sticking out of his chest; maybe he was just into alternative fashion.

The spirit disappeared as one of it's ghouls came along and pinned a tarp to the wall of the cage, effectively making the already small space feel even smaller. But sneegsnag wasn't worried, he was with his best friend Frank. And it was alright if frank decomposed over time. It was alright if his flesh rotted away and left a horrible corpse behind. Sneeg was fine, everything would be fine.

#genloss #genloss au #genloss fanfic #genloss sneeg #genloss frank #genloss slimecicle #generation loss

[your-favorite-roommate]

id like to start actually using this blog for what i intended :3

and thats word vomiting every half baked stupid idea i have. throwing everything at the wall and seeing what sticks

i dont know why ive tried to curate my own sideblog. it just makes me not wanna use it. so from now on ill just throw ideas here. who knows whatll happen (who knows if ill actually go through with it)

[your-favorite-roommate]

by god i need to fix this ;-;

WIP MASTERLIST

Your Own Guardian Angel - Abraham, a young guardian angel with a hatred for humans, is forced to Earth to find his person he shall spend his life protecting. Over time he learns to find a sense of purpose within himself, as well as see the beauty in his life, his home, and the people he surrounds himself with.

Through Time and Space - Kieffer learns that he can time travel, but quickly loses control of his power, thus sending him hurtling through time to different periods, meeting many different people and finding a new family in every time before being inevitably being ripped away from them again.

Vampire Roommate AU (unnamed) - a human and a vampire have just moved in together, and the vampire is desperately trying to make sure the human doesnt figure out that hes a vampire, while trying to gain his trust so he can suck his blood

Blue - lovers in a past life, enemies in this life. the hero and villain hate each other more than words can describe, and yet can never seem to go through with their threats. theres something stopping them, something deep inside that cares

Writer's Block - Lancelot, the newest OC, has just been brought to the ground, about to perish under Sgt. Gunther's blade. Until he can't move; no one can.

TAG MASTERLIST

[your-favorite-roommate]

The group of new humans who just joined your ship begin to act weird about the humans already present…they keep mentioning something call the uncanny valley? Maybe this is a place on Sol?

#writing prompts #OOOOOOOO

[your-favorite-roommate]

Writing Prompt #2352

"Can't you think about anything other than vengeance? Have you tried finding happiness any other way?"

"Have you tried having to live with knowing everyone you've ever cared about was killed just because you love them?"

#writing prompt

[your-favorite-roommate]

Writing Prompt #2339

I had never meant to become the villain. I just didn't know what else to do.

#writing prompt