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13 & 29!

His Little Brother

Thank you so much for the numbers! 💙 Well, it was a lovely combination of two IQRUS song, Goodbye by Ramyes (from Arcane) and Doom by Imagine Music. So, since I already planned to write this scene in the near future, I've lived with the opportunity now. Context: The cult experimented on making a specimen of the mix of a human and a zaphrin (angel/lesser god-like creatures) that can erase other zaphrins. Adran happened to be the best candidate to this role, so they made him insane and turned him into an eldritch monster, then went to the Everocean to destroy Auva and kill Dane. It's almost the end of the book.

ADRAN COHREN | BODY, ELDRITCH HORROR | GORE | BLOOD | WC: 819

Adran’s jaw – that nauseating, deformed piece of his face where his sharp, shark-like teeth slumbered – clenched together with an ear-shattering crunch. His Evolved hand closed over Dane’s neck with ease. It seemed so tiny compared to his clawed arms that Dane tried to draw blood from with his weak fingers. To no avail, however. The scales that grew over Adran’s translucent, slithery skin could stop lasers from slicing them through. A mere scratch of a human being was not near to harming him.

Adran’s neck twitched as he saw his brother’s tears escaping from the side of his face.

“Ad…ran…” he forced out the letters with the air that rushed out from his lungs but couldn’t get back anymore. His face slowly turned into the purple of the sunset behind him. “Fight… it…”

ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ɪɴsᴇᴄᴛ.

He watched Dane struggle, desperation and terror pooling into his ocean-blue eyes. No. ʏᴇs. His brother let out a gutwrenching cry as Adran’s claws tightened, his neck bruising visibly. No! NO!

ʏᴇs, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ. ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ.

Electric shockwaves ran down across his skin, right into his bones, the little sparkles popping up here and there in the ooze that dripped from his whole body. His mind had been out of his reach, thick fog and froth washing Adran farther away from himself. Numbness sunken him deeper and deeper locking him into a dark corner of his existence. He’d seen his grotesque, eight feet tall self lifting Dane higher through an old screen, not his eyes. He was lost. He was doing what was best.

It was the best for Her. And so it could be the best for the world as well.

Adran saw what he was doing. Through a screen. Through… he saw his arms and a scar on the sensitive skin between two lines of scales.

A scar.

ɴᴏɴsᴇɴsɪᴄᴀʟ.

His scar.

ᴀsɪɴɪɴᴇ.

The scar he got when he saved Dane. From falling. From dying. He stirred in his numbness. Adran looked down at Dane’s remnant of his mechanic leg. He ripped it out of their fitting. He trashed in the shadows of his mind, trashed for air and freedom.

He was choking Dane. The one he saved and has scarred himself for. Dane lost his leg that day, the day he got his scar. When they were kids. He saved him. From falling. From dying. His Dane.

Adran looked at his gagging, deepening red face.

At his little brother.

NO!

Adran’s mind buzzed and whirled, it melted and bled as he screamed his throat raw when he finally forcefully took the control back over his body. He immediately let Dane go, then with his eyes jumping everywhere at an insane speed, he turned around to look at the source of this bone-crushing unease, this madness.

At Icharo Astin, The Golden Prophet.

He couldn’t describe the guttural loathing that his form presented under the golden robe, and he didn’t try to. With the thin thread he could grab of his sanity, Adran charged towards The Golden. The vessel’s floor thumped under his large, oily feet, the air around him resonating and tearing apart. The Golden did not move as if he was sculpted from stone-cold confidence. He stood there as the grand statue of lunatics. He was indestructible. Death couldn’t lay a hand on him.

Adran, however, was worse than death.

And so he broke through the invisible, yet crushing resistance that this man’s, this monster’s cosmic protection had lifted before him. There was a slight hint of surprise in The Golden’s unreadable, faceless expression when Adran soundlessly roared at him and began to rip him out of existence. He surprised a God, after all. ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ. ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ. Adran felt an endless shock of pain in his core, in his bones, in his mind. He started bleeding from everywhere as he sucked the skin, the bone, the life out of The Golden before him.

What he was consuming, was a part of him already. And he couldn’t bear it. It was too much for his body.

Jarring gurgling exploded from The Golden’s mouth. Deafening agony resonated in the air, as both he and Adran shrieked.

Vibrant red and sparkling gold blood bled onto the floor, pooling under them.

Yet, Adran had only one thing stuck in his mind. One thing he was holding onto; that last thread of sanity. Golden-red blood oozed from his face as tears, when he looked at the terrified Dane from the corner of his eyes.

“Save them,” he… forced his mouth to form the words.

Then, with the thought of his little brother, Adran howled in sync with The Golden one last time, before he tore every part of him out of the worlds and destroyed himself in the process.

Completely and permanently.

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A list of all the pieces I’ve posted so far, arranged in chronological order. Trigger warnings and more details in the links. This post also will be edited and expanded as I share more things.

CANON

When He Snaps | 1,125 ↳ Dane loses it after a meeting with the Council. Auva comforts him.

Hope and Magic | 332 ↳ Dane and Auva are having a conversation about what magic and hope is. Not necessarily canon.

Dane’s Panic Attack | 399 ↳ Little exploration on Dane’s panick attacks those will happen during the story once or twice.

When Everything Has Lost PART I | 2,475 ↳ Adran is on a secret mission with Thaddeus and they stumble upon a very strange cave in the depth of the Everocean.

His Little Brother | 819 ↳ Adran tries to kill Dane, while he's struggling with this insanity and his mutation.

A Wishing God | 2,476 ↳ A possible ending where Auva and Dane contemplates over godhood.

NON-CANON

And Serve I Will | 2,124 ↳ A horrific scene that unravels what the cult actually does behind the curtains.

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35✨

Angels by Avenged Sevenfold. It was a nice, and which for I itched to write something. It's really small, more like a warm-up than anything else.

EXPLORATION | PINCH OF ANGST | WC: 543

“What are you watching?” Auva asked, joining Dane standing by the large window.

The glass tapped the ground, reaching to the ceiling even. It framed the office, like a one-way wall — showing everything from the outside world to anyone who stepped inside the room, yet hiding even the fact they’re being watched from those under. Dane put his hand into his pockets, the fine textile rustling ever so quietly.

“A tragedy.”

People gathered around the small abode in the foot of the Astin Crops’ main building. The line was perfect, if long. No-one tried to shove the other to get before them, no. They waited for their turn, curiously examining those who already earned their rations.

Adran walked beside the abode, carrying inside all the boxes they filled up from their recent dive.

Auva audibly shifted, leaning just a touch closer to the glass.

“Why you call this a tragedy?” Her voice was soft, eager. “The units found a lot of edibles recently, it makes the people excited. Does it not?”

Many faces bled into expectant expression, smiles and hands clapsed together with their loved ones colouring the grey landscape of mundanity. If Dane would have shared any poetic vein with his friend, he’d say he saw sparks in their eyes alight. The line wasn’t from the Aquor Sector, however divers the crowd seemed to be. Clearly, there was no-one from the lowests.

“It does, yes. But with this, people forget the world. They see the goods they get, and turn from the depths. They look forward, and never glance below. What comes from there isn’t stopped. It catches up to us, very soon, yet no-one worries. No-one prepares. They forget everything; from where they from, who they lost, what was sacrifised to reach the point where we are now.”

He followed the slowly brightening line. The crowd did not thinned, even though most of them picked up their rations. They circled around the side of the abode, slumped shoulders evenly straightening as they spoke to Adran. He accepted the hands that reached for him, gently similing to them as he spoke. The sparks brightened, the depths floating father away.

“Are you mad because they do not grieve their losses?” Auva asked, genuine curiousity in her voice.

Dane set his jaw, stealing a glance from his left leg. His weight sit on the mechanical leg uncomfortably unnatural.

“Grief is an amputation, Auva.” Water flooded his mind, the trashing waves and crashing screaming filling his mind. He glanced at Adran, and the solid platform under him that did not let them see below. “But hope is incurable. And it is a disease that should not be taken lightly.”

“Hope is what makes these people going, until you save them, Dane.”

Not a single muscle in Dane’s face moved as he turned to her. His expression hardned into stone, reaching down to his chest, turning it heavy and full. Full of dead weight that expanded with every smiling word from Adran’s muted mouth.

“I can’t save them. I am not an angel, or a hero. I am just a man,” he said, tone even. His eyes wandered back at Adran. ”We all are.”

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A Wishing God

To break my absence, I leave here a possible ending of IQRUS. It's fun to explore all the things I was just contemplating yet. This piece also started as an attempt for one of the Flash Fiction Friday prompts, Expanding Horizons, but it ended up more.

DANE AND AUVA | ANGST | IQRUS ENDING EXPLORATION | WC: 2,476

Water rumbled quietly. The waves had reached out as enormous fingers, stretching forward in the distance. They licked the solid metal, swallowing more and more of it, almost touching Dane’s feet as he sat on the ground. It wouldn’t have mattered, though. He was wet already, anyway.

The Aquor Sector’s ankle high water level’s surface let him see the solid floor under him.

He couldn’t move his muscles as he sat in the liquid. Mind filled up, overflowed with everything he wanted to keep it in the pit of his existence. He came here for a reason, yet he wasn’t able to get further than tiptoeing to the edge of the Trashland and finally let his legs to give up under him. All the turquoise, slightly translucent hell surrounded him in the moment he reached the ground. His pants soaked through immediately, his mechanic leg getting tighter around his thighs as liquid terror seeped into the fittings. He knew he should have been afraid of the mutation.

But he couldn’t care less about that.

The day of him getting the Caelus Sector offered modifications burnt into his mind. All the serums, plays with his genes, protection he got. Immunity for the top of humanity, they dared to say.

All the people playing God up there.

He tried to think about pulling his pulled-up legs closer to his chest, but he wasn’t able to do that. His body wasn’t under his control now. Fright ruled his blood flow, all of his big and little muscles, his mind. There was nothing he could do about it, only acknowledge it. He was paralyzed. By shock or trauma, he couldn’t tell anymore.

The waves pulled back, slowly making space between Dane and them. The touch of the liquid swayed around his lower body. Every tiny movement of it made something twitch inside him, building up a feeling he didn’t know how to control now or ever.

He wasn’t planning to move, however.

Even if he could have, he was sure he would have been just sitting in the water, watching the far horizon of endless waves and light. There was nothing at the other end. No land, no building, nothing.

Tender swaying and quiet splashing signaled Auva’s arrival.

She didn’t say a thing, only stood beside him for a second, then slowly sat down. He lowered his head, letting it drop between his shoulders. He couldn’t bear the sight of that infinite horizon anymore.

“What now?”, he asked eventually. He wanted to squeeze his eyes together, but he couldn’t. Dane wanted to stay aware of Auva’s presence by his peripheral vision.

After everything had been done, he wasn’t ready to just drown in his darkness, alone.

Because he was like that. Alone. Finally, and completely. No Adran, no Eran, not even Icharo. So much good for one evil to fall. And so, their most dire problem hasn’t been solved by the sacrifices. Was it really worth it then?

Auva shifted, and Dane could see her hand reaching over to touch the waves that came back to them again.

“Now, you must become a Guardian. Properly.” She tenderly caressed the surface, her fingers parting the water ever so slightly. It didn’t leave a mark, only its echo on the froth. “That would be the ideal. That would be the end of my task. But you must choose it willingly. “ She paused for a moment. “And I am not forcing anything.”

Dane exhaled. A long, stretched out breath. Then, after closing his eyes for a second, he opened them again and looked at Auva.

She didn’t force him to choose. She should have, yet she didn’t. A strange, heavy weight loomed over Dane, as he sat under the open sky and watched this figure beside him who he still couldn’t fully fit into his mind. Into his heart, yes, but not into his mind.

Dane wasn’t sure if he wanted to be something like her. He had no idea what that would mean. Icharo… Lero was her kind too. Whatever they were truly, they had powers he didn’t know he wanted to deal with.

He still felt his mind numbing ever so slightly, only just thinking about what he went through and saw.

Save them.

Adran’s last words bubbled up from his tensed muscles into his mind, showing him the memory of their last moments. His brother. His savior.

Everyone’s savior.

Dane’s left eye twitched a little. He wasn’t the one who should be a Guardian of people. Ionera should be safe after Adran’s sacrifice. They won, didn't they?

He snorted at this thought.

Winning. There was no winner in matters like these, was there? And whatever he was ready to do, one question still remained unanswered: if he was ever ready to take up the burden of making things right so his brother’s death won’t be for vain?

“So be it,” he said, his voice even. “How does it work?”

Auva nodded ever so slightly, an almost reluctant acknowledgement. Then, she pulled out a little glass bottle from the tiny case attached to her belt.

Something gold swayed within.

“You need to drink this first. Everything else is up to you after then.”

“What’s this?”, Dane asked as she handed him the bottle. He hasn't taken it yet.

“A substance that flows in my body and keeps it moving.”

His eyelids fluttered closed for a moment as he gulped.

“So, it’s your blood.”

Auva glanced at the far horizon beside them, lost in thought, before she guided her gaze back at Dane and the liquid.

“That’s an accurate conclusion, yes.”

“And you want me to drink it?” He heard it the first time too, but he needed to make sure. And if Auva didn’t quite understand why he needed this confirmation, she hid it well. As well as any human would have.

“It’s not about what I want, Dane. The world depends on it. Your world.”

The water reached for them again, swaying closer and closer, almost reaching his legs. And the gold swayed with it in the bottle. Auva didn’t move her hands, yet the liquid twirled and twisted. Its metallic shine absorbed the light around itself.

Dane could feel the faintest unease in his mind.

A familiar feeling at this point. Something that made him sick.

He forced his gaze at Auva.

At her, who was the bearer of this thing. This something that changed his world at its core. This thing that those carried in their physical bodies too that killed his loved ones and doomed humanity.

Dane curled up his toes in his fully soaked shoes. His hands were white from all the force he was gripping them together.

Auva was one of them, yet she was so much different. She was here to help. She did not ask anything from him. She let him choose.

Choose something he always strived to reach. Saving everyone. Saving Ionera. Protecting the ruins of their world.

Dane wasn’t the right one for this responsibility, but he was the only one left for this world. So, with heavy hands, he slowly took the bottle, closed his eyes and snapped his head back so he could swallow everything.

Then, he let his hands fall back down and nervously waited.

Waited.

And waited.

Nothing has felt different. The water still licked his sides, he might not have been as cold as before, but other than that; nothing.

“How long does it take to begin?”

Auva smiled. He didn’t know how he could know this with his eyes closed, but he did. For certain.

“ᴏᴘᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs,” she murmured, her voice sounding like a… prism. It belonged to her yet echoed on a thousand other.

He slowly lifted his eyelids, seeing nothing different over the horizon then before. A touch of early morning mist, endless water and small waves… in a room.

An intricate, vast room that contained everything he called his world. A room made of a prism. The walls reflected the sky, expanded horizons before Dane. All the layers of the images he’d seen opened up for him; the clouds’, the sky’s, the water’s and everything’s outlines splitted into hundreds of their own reflection, into shapes and colors he’d never seen before. Dane could see, feel and hear everything around himself. His vision, hearing and ability to feel erupted and expanded into something that made him be aware of all the happenings of the world. To feel every person and every living thing as if they were a part of him too.

Dane became the beating heart of Aetherius.

And with that, his core fright from before — that was so deeply a part of him he couldn’t acknowledge it fully — towards death evaporated into nothing. He knew he won’t die anymore. That he can’t die. Fear and death turned into mere concepts in his mind.

Then, he turned to Auva.

It wasn’t her true name. That wasn’t something that could have been spoken out loud. Dane stick with it, though.

The air wobbled around her figure that did not wore the features he was used to seeing on her. Golden bronze skin without a face, although Dane knew it wasn’t a skin exactly since it flowed in her physical form as well. Quills cascaded around her shoulders, blanketing her upper body, a featherless wing-like extension growing out of her back as a cape would.

He could use only mortal words to describe her, even though she was so much beyond that comprehension.

“ɪ ᴡɪsʜ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ,” whispered Dane. His voice similarly echoing in a thousand other as well. He wasn’t sure if he was capable of feeling anything at all, yet he knew he would feel awe if he would be his self from before.

Auva smiled. Dane could tell she was, no matter her faceless form.

“ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ.” Her voice still ethereal, the language they spoke celestial, if it was a language at all.

“Is ᴛʜɪs ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴇɴsᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ?” Dane needed to ask. There were things that did not ease with his ascension.

“ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Gᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴡʜᴏ’ᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ Mᴀᴅᴇ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴜs. sᴏ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇɴsᴇ?”

What was he sensing? How could he describe it? He should have been overwhelmed, but he could not experience life as before. Eternal things laid before him, more than his world only. He won a glimpse of the other worlds that had burnt into his mind; people with pointy ears, monster-like creatures, black suns, violet moons and so, so much more. He’d seen a fraction of all the different sides of that infinite prism that his world reflected it too. He couldn’t be sure what he sensed actually.

He knew what he should have reacted to, though.

“ᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴᴇss.” That wasn’t it exactly. “ꜰᴜʟʟɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴᴇss ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ. sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴏɴᴇs. ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴᴇs. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴍʏ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs Aᴅʀᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ Eʀᴀɴ’s ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴏᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ, Aᴜᴠᴀ. ɪ ᴅᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴍᴇ.”

Some kind of wrongness nested in his core also. A plague, a reversed black hole. Aetherius’ doom, the dimensional tear that let the terrors pour into his world.

It had been hidden from him, but now he could sense it. The calling of the ocean, deep under all the monsters and darkness; the portal slumbered there, out of the reach of any mortal. But not his, not anymore. And so he could have a chance to extinguish it. Or begin to do that.

Auva nodded, excitement reflecting in the vibration of her magnetic field around her.

“ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴀs ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ’s ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄ, ᴛʜᴀɴ sᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴍɪɢʜᴛʏ.”

“ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ.”

“ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇɴ,” She extended her hand. “ɪᴛ’s ꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴏʀᴀʀʏ” And with that, Dane’s senses began to shrink. Whatever he experienced, it did not leave him, only made him more and more anxious. He couldn’t put his finger on what he’d seen in the next second, when he stopped feeling everything.

Minute by minute, he gained back that core terror of death and the dreadful woe that nested in his bones. He got back his grief and his mourning. His ability to remember and love. His focus wasn’t on all living things anymore, he wasn’t everywhere all at once. And he saw Auva only as a woman sitting waist deep in the water.

“How could this happen? I thought being a Guardian is a permanent task.”

Auva smiled and glanced at the bottle in Dane’s hand. He mirrored her movement, realizing he wasn’t paralyzed anymore, even though all his grave emotions only multiplied in his chest.

He furrowed his brows when he saw the golden blood still sway in the bottle. He could have sworn that he swallowed all.

“It was. Before you’ve changed the rules of turning into one. What I’ve said previously was something I only came to know the moment you made up your mind. And so now the rules are letting Guardians choose after they experience what it's like to be one. You’ve created a new concept. A new era. Change is never immediate from now on. It needs time and so you could have only one drop to begin with.”

Dane tightened his hand around the bottle.

“It sounds like I’ve modified space and time in a blink of an eye. That is something only…” God should be able to do, Auva. He stopped himself before he could finish his sentence like that. He couldn’t deny it anymore. He was one of them for a short period of time. If it was a short period of time at all, since time itself lost its meaning for him in that state. Or that’s how he could describe it if he attempted to put it into words.

A soft touch on his hand made Dane shiver slightly. He glanced at Auva’s tender gaze that was full of comfort, yet reflected something deep that he couldn’t really grasp. As if the cosmos itself had been captured in those eyes.

“It must be a lot.”

It was. Dane couldn’t deny that either. But there was also one thing that stayed with him the most after the experience. Something that made him confident enough to hold Auva’s eyes.

“I’ll take the role temporarily. I’ve seen the tear, so I need the power to unravel it, to find it again and close it. But as soon as we’ve reached that, I’ll find someone who’s worth enough to take this role properly,” he said and with that, he flipped his hand to took Auva’s in his too.

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And serve I will

Inspired by a brief daydreaming session during this Tunes day post, I started working on this scene, because @aninkwellofnectar gave me a bit of a kick for it. Now, it's finally finished and, well, it's not canon, but it was a fun one. My first attempt to get a hold of how to write true eldritch horror and cult stuff all in all, so. Any thought is welcome. 💛

CULT ACTIVITY | DISTURBING IMAGERY | INSANITY | WC: 2,124

Iron grey clouds gathered around the horizon, shielding the sun and devouring its rays one by one. Cleaning them out of sight. Brother Noxton has been taught that this kind of a weather was the prime time of maintaining the holy duty.

When the world itself tried to look away.

He waited to join this voyage since he successfully has been Restored. He left the facility in the hope to be a part of Her plans and now, finally, here he was.

The wind nestled with the hems of his deep blue robe as the hallowed vessel contently turned on the Everocean. Water rumbled underneath, white and turquoise froth ralling on the sides in all their Evolved might.

“Brother Noxton.”

He lifted his gaze at Mother Keron, who joined him standing by the railing of the vessel. Her divine features softened by the shadow of her hood. Round, small, completely black eyes watched him carefully.

Brother Noxton bent over to greet her, but the Mother let him straighten right back, revealing a holy hand as she gestured him. The boney, membranous, yet lithesome fingers oozed the same translucent substance, as it dripped from the rest of her.

“It’s great to see you here, young Brother,” she said, the tentacles growing out of her mouth making the words hard to understand. Ethereal speech. Brother Noxton contained his awe and visceral nausea. Blessed feelings. “As you are new, I shall give you one important piece of advice, before we proceed. Everything for Her, nothing for your eyes, child. To serve, you shall obey.”

“And I obey, as is only right. For mine is to serve, and serve I will.” His chant made the tentacles twirl and twitch, some pulling back under her hood. The Mother’s mouth distorted, muscles visibly tightening under her opaque skin. A smile, as Brother Noxton could best interpret.

He felt his Evolving features mimicking the gesture. Nestling little extensions wiggling at his nape.

The vessel slowed suddenly, and the Brothers and Sisters gathered onto the wide, main platform he and the Mother were standing. His place was not far from where he already stood, so only some steps were needed to find the right spot. Everything grew still, as the machine under them completely stopped, the rumbling water quited and he appeared in the entrance of the central cabin.

Icharo Astin towered over all of them, his subjects barely reaching his shoulders. A golden robe blanketed his figure, heavy and all-covering. Brother Noxton couldn’t see his face under the hood – not if anyone could do such a thing –, nor any of his features; although he did not dare to look at him for longer than a glance.

The two parallel lines of devotees descended onto one knee in unison, heads deeply lowered in reverence.

The Golden Prophet walked among them only in these divine times, which Brother Noxton would have wanted to celebrate with excitement if it wouldn’t have been a disgustingly human thing to do.

The vessel’s floor never clicked under shoes or heels, in fact, when the golden robe slid before him, the Brother saw no rustles of the material or any sign of moving legs. The Golden most definitely glided over the surface, and… ah, yes. Brother Noxton felt bile gathering up in the pit of his stomach, his mind faintly itching from something. He remembered how terrified he was, when he first felt like this. All before his epiphany, and the way this restless, mind numbing feeling showed him.

“You may rise.” Mother Keron’s gurgling voice made everyone do as she said.

The Golden took his place at the front, before everyone, shapeless, shadowed face turning away from the devotee, right towards the Everocean. Brother Noxton watched him as long as he dared, then, when his skin started to burn from the shivers that ran through him constantly and his head felt heavy, but his tiny extensions twirled and scratched him pleasantly at his neck; he looked away. He didn’t want to, but the duty demanded his attention.

The Mother turned to the entrance, and so did everyone. A figure emerged from the darkness of the door with two Sisters on each side. The middle person was a man, probably in his early thirties, hands tied behind his back, mouth covered with a nanomask. The machinery filtered his sounds and moans, but Brother Noxton could see his eyes; those wide, terrified eyes. He trashed in the grasp of the Sisters, but they did not bother with him much. He was merely but an inconvenience of the Evolved, nothing much.

When the Sisters reached the middle of the platform with the man, they stopped and made him stand still somehow. He seemed to breathe hard from the rapid rising of his chest, but he most certainly couldn’t tell what had happened to him. Understandable, Brother Noxton thought. It’s not something they can expect or get explained to.

In his head, the Brother used to imagine a speech or a theatrical preparation of the holy duty. In reality, however, there was none of these. What happened was far more simple.

The Mother signaled with her hand to the devotee to lower their head, when The Golden stepped aside from the edge of the vessel. There was no hesitance in anyone, they did as they were instructed. However, the Brother stole a glance from The Golden’s direction and could see a little open space; a pathway up to the platform almost.

Was his still unworthy part pushing him, Brother Noxton couldn’t say, but he stayed curious. He did lower his head obediently anyway. Everything for Her, nothing for his eyes; his duty was the only thing that mattered.

…

It was the only thing that should have mattered.

Brother Noxton fidgeted the same way his extensions twirled on his nape under his hood. Not visibly enough for anyone to be noticable, but he knew it.

A splashing sound and the impression of something heavy came from the Golden’s direction. Gurgling and squelching echoed through the air, resonating there… no, not in the air, but within his ears. Something moved; from where the Brother knew this, he didn’t know. He just did.

Shivering found its way up on his spine, even to the twirling extensions. His stomach shrank, as the sounds became louder with every slow paced plop on the floor of the vessel.

His mind tickled.

It was as if the familiar, unspeakable caressing that he felt during every meeting, would have doubled; not tripled.

No.

No, he couldn’t compare this to anything. Especially not to numbers. It was something way beyond everything he knew until this moment.

…

And he needed to know what was happening.

Brother Noxton could feel the Golden Prophet watching him, as he broke his position and ever so slightly, but raised his head eventually. Not too much, only enough so he could see the happenings. His bones began to itch, as he laid an eye on the man that was brought out from the cabin previously. And a… thing standing before him.

It was a…

A…

Brother Noxton’s extensions wiggled wilder and wilder with every attempt to comprehend what he was seeing. The size, that was way, way bigger than the man’s and yet, somehow, still smaller. Or thinner in dimension. Whatever that meant, it also bore the shapes of a human and something grotesque mixture of octopus and an animal that he couldn’t pinpoint on. He didn’t dare. The needle point that his stomach became and the raw fright that nested in his core wouldn’t have let him.

Whispers.

Brother Noxton’s left eye twitched as he realized he heard whispers in his ears. From beside him. From behind him.

Inside him.

He didn’t know where the voice, voices came from, but it resonated inside his chest, his muscles, his mind. He didn’t understand what they said, if they said anything at all.

Looking at the creature made his senses itch and sharpen. Guttural gurglings, splashing, quelching, snizzling. It was as if he’d heard everything in the world and more. Then, the creature opened its terrible mouth in front of the frozen man.

And so something has begun.

An event Brother Noxton couldn’t really grasp anymore, nor could he tear his eyes off of it. His nape nestled, his extensions wiggled as if violently disturbed. He saw as the Sisters let the man go, while the air distorted around him and… had been sucked in by the creature. No,that couldn’t have happened. He couldn’t have seen that.

ʏᴇs.

Whispers. Air and skin ripped, teared, separated from the man. Shadows gathered around him, like claws stripped him bare. A grotesque change began, as if he’d been skin off, yet it was so much more. The creature, that thing sucked something out of him. Something off of him. His face, his body, his everything distorted and flew into the creature.

Then, a woman's figure appeared. The man no longer was the one who Brother Noxton had seen some time ago, but instead, a much younger woman stood there; eyes bulged by fright. His extensions raced at his nape, as he tried to make sense of the happenings. He couldn’t though. His mind was blanketed by the familiar, thick fog that felt somehow tender, yet stubborn. It stuck. And brought itself the nauseating feeling he was used to.

Whatever happened before him, it didn’t stop.

No, it didn’t. The woman, just like the man before her, had been torn into pieces by that visible, shadow-like, pulsing pull that came from the creature. The air was swirling around them, and Brother Noxton could have sworn that he saw the outline of the unknown, chained figure making a… tear… in their… what? In their reality? Is that… No.

ʏᴇs.

Underlying whispers that sounded muffled, as if they came from the bottom of his body; of his existence. They weren't there. Yet, they were. He couldn’t look away.

The woman disappeared. Her body, skin, existence had been sucked out of her and left behind an old man. Then a nun. Then an engineer. Then a politician. Faces, bodies, lifes had changed there, as the creature did its duty. The holy duty. Was this it? Oh, if Brother Noxton could have stopped the whispers!

A child.

Eyes with terror, body trembling, mouth covered. Whichever of the lot of people were there, they screamed inside the nanomask. Screamed… oh, no, they howled. Yes, now the Brother could have heard them too. He could hear… whispers. Bile in his throat. A thousand ants under his skin. People, erased from existence. Who stood there before? The Brother couldn’t remember. He couldn’t think, only hear those constant mumbles that echoed from the pit of his mind. Was that his mind?

Where did that golden puddle come from?

A last tear. A last shriek.

A figure, a creature… a thing. More bigger than the one with its shadows, even greater than the Golden Prophet himself. Its body, its… shapes made the Brother’s chest clench from such a primal fear, he couldn’t hold his position anymore. He panted, cried, whimpered, but he couldn’t look away. His eyes were stinging, as if a kind would have been twisted behind his eyeballs. Something was streaming down on his cheeks, thicker than water.

Blood.

The thing knelt in the golden puddle, golden droplets streaming down on his too long arms, through his even longer, claw-like fingers. It has no face at all.

Featherless wings. Whispers. Terrible, so, so terrible. Pain, the agony of not knowing, of not existing anymore.

Brother Noxton on the floor.

He felt the fog growing so great, it clouded all of his mind, sneaking in every little corner and nesting there to stay forever. Itching, screeching, heaviness. Words, Sisters and Brothers. The Golden.

Brother Noxton saw himself from above. He was floating over himself and all the devotees. He layed out on the floor face up, eyes so wide, and so white, the terror almost wasn’t visible. His face horrendously twisted, while white foam oozed from his open mouth. It stood in the way of his screams, but did not ease the sickening feeling. Nor the visceral fright.

His limbs constantly twitched, hands pulled up in a crooked way. The Golden watched him, his body on the ground of the vessel; then he lifted his head up and looked right into the Brothers eyes.

He couldn’t comprehend what he saw there, only the shaking of his soul, while the cacophony of whispers slowly merged into one, more feminin-like voice that spoke to him from nowhere, but everywhere at once.

The Brother heard one thing, before he felt his mere existence shatter.

ᴀɴᴅ sᴇʀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ, ɪɴsᴇᴄᴛ.

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[tryingtimi]

When Everything Has Lost PART I

@aschlindartroom here's another one from the lovely prompts! Even though it's not really going between frenemies or anything like that, becaues the character I could imagine the line is just straight out good friends with the other. But still. Fair warning: this one got veeery long lmao. Also huge thanks to my love @bloodlessheirbyjacques for beta reading for me! ❤️ Previous snippet to this ask | Prompts from this list

YOU BROUGHT ME ALONG BECAUSE I CAN DO THINGS YOU CAN'T HANDLE. SO JUST LET ME DO MY PART THEN, YEAH? | ADRAN COHREN | THADDEUS HOLTZ | EERIE UNDERWATER MISSION | WC: 2,475

Adran’s Deep Sight suddenly shut off, leaving him with nothing, but his own eyes to navigate in the Everocean’s endless depths.

“Thad, the… “

“Yes, I know. No Sight, no Vision. Even Zynx doesn’t answer, something might be blocking her signals.” Thaddeus needed to be close, because Adran could slightly feel the swaying of the water through his suit. “I don’t like the look of this, Captain.”

Adran couldn’t help but agree with his comrade’s crackling voice through the microphone. Somehow, even the sounds got confused, making the other’s voice feel distant and machine-like. They’ve met nymars that could perplex their devices for a little while, but the one they’ve escaped from wasn’t that kind. Which meant the only thing that could mess with them was their objective – that lonely, lightless cave that’s circular, yawning entrance reminded Adran of a black hole that Dane showed him in a picture a long time ago.

“Me neither, but that’s why we’re here. It turned into a Blind Mission then, that’s all. If we stick together we should be fine, as always,” he said, while his hand found his pendant under his suit. He needed to trust the Almighty’s guidance on this mission. They were no more than any man this time.

Buzzing and whirring made Adran grimace; he could best interpret the noise as a scoff, before a big hand grabbed his forearm. The faint light of their swimming suits shone bright enough to reveal Thaddeus’ slowly wrinkling face.

Their closeness made the sounds even worse for both of them.

That meant one thing.

“Communication off.” The words rolled off of Adran’s tongue heavily. All the connection broke in a blink of an eye, making place for that sightless, deafening silence the soldiers were trained for in the practice chamber. Sunken in a weighting liquid, trapped in a too open space. Feeling, hearing and seeing nothing, but their own projection of things they’ve expected to find.

There was no practice chamber, however. The threat was real around them somewhere, which if they wouldn’t want to bring upon themselves, they couldn’t use any more light then the suits’.

Thaddeus slowly blinked, signaling his agreement on Adran’s decision, then looked at the direction in the dark where they’ve seen the cave’s entrance the last time. It was unmistakable; a restless, unsettling pull emitted from it which might have felt insignificant if they would just swim by it.

But not this close, not this time.

Adran knew Thaddeus felt it too, he needed to. There was nothing like that feeling. And that was why he needed to know what’s inside that cave. Everything he’d done so far, those terrible things he was suspected with – all of it led to this place.

After setting a rope on his and his comrade’s belt, they began to swim towards the objective.

Without the sight of any rock, seaplant or sea life, Adran’s focus never wandered, so he could notice the difference when they finally were inside. The sensation of the pull became stronger, while the darkness somehow turned even darker. He experienced a completely blind state before, but not this thick, oily blackness that not only surrounded them; it swallowed them whole.

Guide me. He saw the cave outside, it was deep, but straight. There was no other sign, only that and only there. He needed to go forward, no matter what.

As much as the strange feeling felt as a pulling, Adran never met water this heavy, this… resistant. It almost seemed as if they tried to swim against a current.

Forward.

His helmet’s weak inner glow let him see his reflection on the translucent part of his gear. The face he saw had deep wrinkles on the forehead, lips forcefully pressed together, eyes desperately trying to find something to look at. He couldn’t see the ears, but he could feel and hear the pumping of the blood in his eardrums. That look on the reflected face and the sound of his own throbbing blood flow reminded Adran of someone who was afraid.

He almost stopped from the realization. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt fright in the water. No, of course not. This was his job, his domain. He knew the Everocean as someone knew his own home. He's been on Blind Missions a million times now, and however unusual this sensation felt, there was nothing he couldn’t handle. He needed to remember his training.

If you can’t see, you listen.

And so he listened. The murmurs of his and Thaddeus’ gear almost sounded calming despite their distant echoing. Echoing. There was no such thing like that underwater.

Shiver ran through Adran’s spine when the temperature dropped. There was no transition, one second to another, he just found himself inside an ice cold darkness with no room for the heating layer of his suit. A thousand ants scuttled around on his skin, their hurried steps hurting more and more as the cold bit into every inch of his body. Then, it was as if something had brushed past his arm.

Adran tried to turn on his Frost-Vision by squeezing his eyes, while his hand automatically pushed the water farther from himself.

He did not get back his sight, nor he encountered anything in the water. Nothing attacked him.

But he couldn’t be sure.

Adran panted in his helmet, blood loudly drumming in his ear, while the cold tried to trick his mind again. Or something was brushing past his body every second.

He needed to remember his training. He's done similar things hundreds of times now. He couldn’t fail now.

Adran pulled on his rope twice, not slowing, nor stopping to let his helmet clear from his breath. The rope almost immediately moved twice again with a little force to pull him backwards.

Thaddeus was still here and okay.

The captain closed his eyes, as he always did in the chamber too. He needed to feel. He felt the brushing on every part of his body, an attempt to scare him, make him change direction. He felt it. It wanted to… guide him.

All the constant crawling on his skin wanted him to let his resistance go. This thought made Adran very aware of the pendant pushing into his chest. He squeezed his eyes even more together, holding onto the holy symbol, and then, he let everything go.

Guide me.

The sensation embedded into the strange pulling. They made Adran feel dizzy, his stomach hurled back into the pit of his core and twisted so tight, he could sense bile rising up in his throat. It lasted for seconds or minutes, he couldn’t tell. Ghostly pulling sensation swayed him left, then right, to every direction it wanted to. His throat began to dry out from the freezing cold, he was gagging, choking as if every air would have left the suit.

Then, the coolness started to melt away with a faint, dim light that hit his closed eyes.

He did not open them, so long as he finally felt the pull release his bones, scamper out from under his skin and let him reach the surface.

Adran emerged from the water so quickly, he almost fully leaped out from it. His eyes shot open as his helmet pulled back into his suit, and he hurriedly gulped down air like he’s tasting it for the first time in his life. He did not look around so long he could hear the throbbing in his ears and feel the bits on his skin.

A short time later the rope loosened on his belt and Thaddeus arose from the water beside him.

He reacted the same way, jumping out as if something was chasing him. So he felt it too.

Adran couldn’t deny the relief of not being the only one, while he scrambled towards his comrade, grabbed him by the neck of the suit and with a powerful yank, he helped him get out of the water before he followed him.The movement came to him instinctively, not caring what they crawled up onto.

Both of them breathed heavily, laying on the ground, trying to collect themselves.

Thaddeus looked up at Adran, leaning on his hand beside him.

“This is no simple Blind Mission, Cap. That path was worse than those grosslings’ inside. Are you sure you want to proceed?” His face seemed to be made from shadows under the strange, blue-orange light that lit the space. Adran gave this a little thought, but he already knew his answer. He nodded eventually. “Fine. Don’t waste any more time then.”

Thaddeus was clearly deeply concerned, which Adran understood completely. He had a lot to lose if something turned out to be dangerous. He, unfortunately, was also the only one who the Captain could fully trust to make this mission through with him. Adran debated a lot to include him, but he also knew if Thaddeus wouldn’t be here, then he could never find out the truth about all the confusing things recently – and about himself as well.

They both gave themselves an extra moment, before they got up and took a good look at where they were exactly.

The place seemed to be a round cavern, water pooling inside where they came in. The water’s crystal blue texture let Adran see the glowing of some kind of organism close to the surface, which apparently also brightened the whole place. It stuck to the rock formations… or it was part of them. There was no way to tell.

It shone in a faint blue-orange colour and unfolded a tunnel before the soldier’s eyes, as Adran realized little patches of the organism were trapped and attached to the walls in glass bulbs.

The walls also had a very unusual appearance. Adran thought what surrounded them was a stone he hadn't seen yet. But he soon realized, he saw no stone; not even close to any kind of rock.

What he faced was metal.

“What the hell is this place?” Thaddeus’ rumbling, deep voice echoed through the tunnel, while he frowned at the other side of the place, keeping a fair distance from it.

“I don’t know, but it’s sure far from natural.”

The two exchanged glances. Adran reached for his laser blade on his back, at the same time Thaddues grabbed a grip from his belt and let the massive Blastergun build up piece by piece, then fall into both of his hands.

Whatever layed far inside this place, better to be prepared.

The captain signaled with his free hand, what his comrade acknowledged with a nod before he began to creep forward. Adran mirrored him sticking close to his side of the wall, while he also brought up his arm to glance at the popped up holo screen. All the emergency bombs were intact on his suit, and the oxygen level in his tank barely dropped down. Which meant whatever he experienced in the water wasn’t caused by lack of air.

A familiar, sickening sensation pulled on his bones.

Adran jerked towards Thaddeus and he could see the big man tensing up everywhere. Something was wrong.

As they prowled inside carefully, this feeling only deepened. The cave – or more like a hallway appeared to be endless and empty. Yet, the pulling made it feel…full. Full of… something.

Little rocks rubbed against their feet, quietly crackling underneath. Adran stepped on a small pile of them one time, causing a slightly louder noise, when movement coughed his eye on his right.

Hand gripping his blade, he glared at the metal wall beside him. It beared the colour of bronze and gold, but the blueness of the glowing organism hasn't shown on it. In fact, when Adran inched closer, it seemed as if the orange part of the brightness was coming from the wall. But, what dried his throat out was the surface of the metal… which was waving.

Like water.

Adran felt sick. His mind tickled as if a finger just tenderly would have caressed it. The longer he looked at the wall, the stronger the pulling in his bones grew. There was something deeply unnerving staring at it. The colour, the material, the structure. The hue. Sinister, black hues gathered around where the light hit the metal.

Wrong. This place felt nothing, but utterly wrong.

“Captain.” Adran spun on his heels, striking down on the one who called after him. Thaddeus immediately leaned back and grunted while he caught the captain’s hand in mid-air, iron grip closing over the arm. There were mere inches between his face and the buzzing blade. “What are you doing?”

If he hadn’t been a much bigger and equally trained soldier, Thaddeus would be only half a man already. The hardening concern on his features, the shock and warning in his voice snapped Adran out of his state. Confused, he stopped resisting and let his comrade forcefully bring his hand down from before his face.

“It’s just… I don’t know. I got surprised by you. I was inspecting that wall and…”

For the Almighty’s holiest name, why did he do that? Was it instinct or a reflex because he called for him too suddenly? He couldn’t remember, nor could he feel anything else beside the shiver running back and forth on his spine and the wild rhythm of his heartbeat. Or that profound unease in his mind.

Whatever was the reason behind this, it just didn’t make sense. And it was dangerous.

Thaddeus’ frown deepened, yet he let him go.

“Right. Look, it’s okay, I believe you, but you’re clearly not well. I should probably carry the blade for you,” before you start a rampage again. The words hung in the air like lethally sharp spikes over one’s head.

“Those weren’t me. It’s just this place… something is not right here. If we stumble upon anything dangerous with me being unarmed…”

“Then I’ll pass the blade back to you, or deal with it myself. It’s not like you couldn’t fight without a weapon, either way, you brought me along because I can do things you can’t handle alone. So just let me do my part then, yeah?” Thaddeus said, then extended his free hand.

For all the resistance in his body, Adran knew his comrade was right. He knew how his recent doings looked and even though Thaddeus believed him not killing innocents for no reason, caution was the best he could offer. Reason. It was hard to grasp for Adran what that word meant at the moment.

“Here.”

He handed his weapon to Thaddeus anyway, who kept it safe on his back in the same way Adran would do it. Then, the big man put a massive hand on his shoulder, squeezed it reassuringly and nodded to their left with his head.

“I’ve found something over there.”

#IQRUS snippet #yes that Idris Elba is basically Thaddeus because I love that man so much and his like the perfect face claim #Adran Cohren #Thaddeus Holtz #IQRUS #writing prompts #my first time trying to catch the underwater horror vibe #so #criticism is welcome #didn't mean to leave it on a cliffhanger or something #just my brain couldn't function at the end #hope you enjoy tho <3 #thank you so much for the prompt <3

[tryingtimi]

I know I'm late bbuuuuut...

🦇Trick or Treat!!!🦇

Legend, you’re so in time! You can always pop in for anything 🧡 Thank you, and then I'll go for a treat then, because you're always feeding my excitement by indulging my asks. Therefore, here's a pretty old and not really canon Dava scene because I know you love them. 🍬

Lil' summary: Dane and Auva are talking about what is magic and hope. I used this as a dialogue exercise, so there is not much detail about who speaks, either way, Auva starts the convo.

“At some point, technology will feel like magic.”

“Perhaps, but that doesn’t make it magic.”

“Depends on your definition of magic, Dane. What is it really? Lightning shooting from a robed figure’s fingers? A wonder that can cure and save everyone and everything? Or a generated phenomena beyond mortal understanding and logic?”

“Neither, it is just the cruel deception of the desperate. People getting advantage over those who lost hope.”

“I see. And what is hope then?”

“Hope is… well, it’s a feeling. A stupid one, might I add. It makes people vulnerable enough to override logic and reality in their head. There’s some useful aspect of it, I admit, but I wouldn’t say the overall feeling is something that rational people need. Why, though? Don’t you zaphrin hope too?”

“I... no, we actually don't.”

“Really? Haven’t you hoped to find me?”

“That’s not how we work. I had a task to come here and find someone capable of working with me against Lero. We knew there was someone, so I only needed to wait. It was either success or failure.”

“But you couldn’t know for truly certain there is someone who's capable enough. That’s not possible, only if you know the future. Which you stated you don’t. So you zaphrin didn’t know there is someone, but hoped. In fact, hoped enough to believe that it is a fact. You’re much more of a believer than we humans, as it seems.”

Auva didn’t respond. She seemed lost in thought as she stared at her hands in her lap. Maybe Dane shouldn’t have said that. He basically shattered her whole understanding over her species. Unintentionally yes, but still. He felt awful.

Dane was ready to apologize when an ever so gentle smile creeped onto Auva’s lips.

“Yes, yes it seems we are.” She looked up at Dane and her eyes sparkled. “Isn’t it magical?”

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[tryingtimi]

Find The Word

Thank you so much @aschlindartroom for the tag! ❤️ This gives me a chance to show you the random snippet I just wrote the last time and which turned out something I’m moderately proud of.

Also I couldn’t find anything for luck because it seems in Ionera there’s no such thing lmao. But my words were: lungs, laugh, long, luck. This piece will contain all except luck. I’m also not sure it needs trigger warning for angst, but I’ll leave it here just in case.

Tags: @jess-p-edits @bloodlessheirbyjacques @aninkwellofnectar @athenixrose @approximately20blorbos @aalinaaaaaa @friendlyneighborhood-writer

And the words for you lovely people: come, close, clear, cup

TW: Heavy Angst.

There it was again. The feeling that made him constantly itch, urging him to scrape his skin off until he reaches the blinding white of his bones, knowing too well, it will still not cease. The feeling that made his lungs heavy – so, so heavy as if he could be underwater without gear, drowning. The feeling that burned his throat, leaving nothing behind only molten vocal chords in the grave of his unspoken words. The feeling of….

That all-consuming darkness and pain which Dane had known in his entire life, but wanted to bury so deep, even Adran shouldn’t have found it. Especially him. And yet, he did.

Then grabbed him by the neck and shoved his head into that abyss again, not caring how hard he trashed for air.

“You’re not breathing right.”

Breathing, drowning. Auva’s voice sounded muffled, as it came from the surface while he was still underwater. The world felt unreal. Dane was spinning in the vortex of neon lamps giving no light and marble walls failing to keep out the raging waves of terror. The terror of faces. Of voices. An entusiastic, silly face accompanied by a heartfelt laughter. A scarred, tough face with a deep, encouraging bariton. A kind, gentle face, painted with the tenderness of quietness.

A friend’s face, with endless void in his already glossy eyes, having no voice anyomre.

“You’re trembling. You should sit down, here, let me help you.”

Help. His friend needed help. His parents needed help. Help. Dane hated this word so much, he could rip his ears off just to be free from hearing it again. Help.

The faces of falling parents.

The sound of raging waves.

A friend’s face.

Silence. Pain.

His brother. His own brother.

Breathing. Drowning. Dying.

Help me.

Two hands on his cheeks made Dane flinch. He blinked. Not one, but a hundred times, before his vision cleared and his eyes could focus on the person before him.

No friend, no parents, no brother. No faces, no voices.

No water.

Only the angular line of a jaw, the strong, too pale cheeks, the straight, narrow nose, the thin lips and those intense, sharp-edged eyes.

It was only Auva.

“You’re okay,” she said with a little nod, undisturbed calmness swaying in her slightly confused eyes. Dane sucked in a long, shaky breath.

Finally, he coud breathe again.

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[tryingtimi]

From the prompts! ❝ would you just stop treating me like something you’re trying to fix?❞, ❝ you brought me along because i can do things you can’t handle. so just let me do my part then, yeah?❞, and ❝oh god, don’t look at me like that. i’d rather you just be angry than do the whole disappointed face.❞ ---- Not necessarily in the same drabble, but just so you have stuff to work with. GOD SPEED, HOMIE.

When He Snaps

LOVE YOU TO BITS! Thank you for the prompts! Since there are more, I'll do them in separate posts when I get them written. Prompts from this list.

WOULD YOU JUST STOP TREATING ME LIKE SOMETHING YOU'RE TRYING TO FIX? | DANE AND AUVA | ANGST | HURT/COMFORT | WC 1,125

Dane massaged his forehead, trying so hard to smooth out the wrinkles of worry. Windows blackened, eyes shut, he made sure to clear his head easily, but the bitter taste of failure towards the effort only nourished the soil of a growing headache. His skin burned where his fingers rubbed it back and forth. It might have helped him erase the waves from his face, the endlessly repeating scene in his mind, however, did not fade with it. The hologram figure sitting in the chair, back facing Dane, his every word loud and clear, while the other’s just stared at him in the meeting hall, sitting behind the large desk. He’ve planned this from the beginning.

He felt a wild yanking on his neck, when his tensed vein tightened even more from the faint sound of sliding doors.

The refined, quiet clicks of heels caused him to sigh. He did not change position, nor opened his eyes. The sounds of ghostly footsteps died out very soon, and Dane could feel her presence on the other end of the table. If others could walk into his office in the same casual way, he could still recognise her steps. And the silence that always followed.

“I’m not suitable for questions today.” Dane’s statement remained plain while his burning fingertips finally detached from his skin. He intertwined his fingers, and rested his forehead on them.

Auva haven’t picked up on the hint.

“You’re troubled. I assume the meeting did not go as you’ve expected.”

“It really isn’t the time, Auva,” Dane replied. He felt his fingers losing their colour as he squeezed them together. He needed all his strength to hold himself back before he’d snap at her.

The weight of the previous meeting buried him under frustration. He was not ready to talk to Auva. Darkness and depth, he was barely ready to get up from his chair without the urge to kick the thing out through the window.

“It needs to be. We don’t have too much anyway. You also need to calm down, here, I’ve ordered you that strange looking juice from the terranan market.”

A twitch of his eyes forced Dane to flutter them open. He slowly looked up at her, putting the liquid container onto his desk, then stepping back calmly. So blood-boilingly calmly.

“They just told me that I’ll be transfered up here. They also made sure I understand, this is not a suggestion. How exactly would you want me to calm down after that, hm?” He did not wait for answer, even though Auva opened her mouth to speak. “I am a goddamn delegate of people underneath, Auva! I know what happens there, I live there, I am one of them! The only thing that currently holds Terrana together is the fact that I am terranan. And they don’t even know about the real threat! So don’t tell me to calm down, when all the Council does is trying to keep everything favorable for themselves!”

She cocked her head.

“You should transfer here.”

Heavy silence conquered the dimly lit room. He needed a moment.

“What?”

“You should transfer here,“ repeated Auva, face undisturbed.

And with that, something snapped in Dane.

Unable to speak, he jumped up from his seat, ready to get out of the room immediately. However, the next violent step he took resulted in falling to the ground, hard. His headache spiked, but it didn’t even come close to the pain that surged through his body, starting from his left thigh.

Ah. That damned prosthetic. His weakly attached ankles needed to give up right at this moment!

Dane felt trembling bubbling up in his muscles. He pulled his right leg up to put his elbow onto it, then ran his fingers through his hair, pulling on each lock. He needed pain. Pain that he could make it go away, if he wanted to. Pain that he could control.

He saw from the side of his eyes as Auva walked a little closer, then came down to his level.

“A change of environment could help you go forward.”

Dane hissed as Mr.Astin’s voice echoed in his ears. People want to see that they can reach what you did, son. That’s gonna give them real hope, not some bacteria in a test tube. You’re gonna become a more competent man for them here, we’ll see to that, yes?

He looked at Auva and their eyes met. His words came out through clenched teeth.

“Would you just stop treating me like something you’re trying to fix?”

“Aren’t your kind always strives to be perfected?” A faint smile tugged at her lips, however, when Dane breathed in sharply instead of smiling, Auva’s face fall back to her default, unreadable state. She held his gaze. “No. I won’t. You’re human, which means we have doomed you, Dane, as much as we’ve doomed everyone else. I am here to fix the mistake we’ve made as long as it’s still reversible. This includes helping you. You wanted to get to know the Council members, so you can find their weaknesses and convince them. Transfering here can help you do that.”

Slowly, word by word, Dane’s tension eased up. It did not go away, no, it will never leave him completely. But reason finally found him again. She was right. His head cleared, and the heavy weight started to lift from his chest.

“Helping out and trying to fix someone isn’t the same. You confuse things again and make them easily misunderstandable,” he said eventually.

“I don’t see the difference, but if it bothers your sentimentality, then I will note not to use this wording again.”

Right. Auva was not what she seemed to be. In theory. Well, now that this realization struck Dane, he also noticed that ghost of a smile finding her lips again and something else that he could not grasp it fully. Relief – that was the closest term to describe what he saw on her face. Strange, this woman. Or, well, being.

“Why don’t you just ask what’s the difference? It wasn’t a problem before.” He straightened himself, still sitting on the floor. He looked over his ankle for a second; it was still twisted in an unnatural way, probably damaged by the fitting, while his thigh still throbbed with pain. He should detach it for now.

Auva followed his gaze, then knelt beside him, watching her skirt to stay in place. “You said you’re not suitable for questions today.” She reached for his mechanical leg and held it in her hands. Her fingers ran through the lines where the pieces were attached to each other, her eyes fixated it like a predator its prey. She was always hungry to understand everything.

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[tryingtimi]

Find The Word

Thank you so much for the tag @aschlindartroom!! It was a very fun one! I got all of these from IQRUS and actually from the same chapter, so I even arranged them in order lol. My words were: touch, target, took, time, teach and tough.

Open tag to everyone, but I'll also tag @bloodlessheirbyjacques @jess-p-edits @friendlyneighborhood-writer. No pressure tho, just saying hi and hoping all of your weekend is a blast! <3 But if you participate, here are the words: worn, wise, window, wreck and wildflower.

TOUGH

"Incredible," Eran's voice came through the nanophone. "I've never seen such flor before. At first, it looks like the ones closest to the sector, but if you pick one up, you can feel it's much more tougher, like a thousand times and it still bends easier compered to those at home. They stronger and weaker at the same time." Adran looked around once more to check that nothing had escaped his attention. He noticed only then, that a figure on the outskirts of the city, wearing a diving suit of their corp, had fallen headlong into a nest formed by the strange seaweed at the protrusion. Even through the bluish-purple view of his Deepsight, he could see the red color of his friend's suit.

TOUCH

A faint outline of another figure emerged in the center of the city before Adran's eyes. Thaddeus' massive size was still noticable despite the distance, as he slipped out of the broken window of a once convenience store's ruins. His shoulders almost thouched the frame. However, it were the glowing locks on the boxes swimming behind him that widened the smile on Adran's lips. They shone only when they were packed half-full.

TEACH

Adran got no response, but he could see as Eran began to pick up some florun for sample, still mesmerized by the strange, glowing seaweed. New discoveries may have easily distracted him, but experience was an affective teacher, however little someone had. Adran did not need to remind him of the dire consequences they might can suffer.

TARGET

"Movements nearby. Origin: unknown." A small, round crosshair appeared in front of Adran's eyes, after the robotic voice in his ear died out. The sign jumped straight into the right corner of his sight. He swam aside, instantly reaching for his laserblade attached to his back. Reflexes. It was good to have them. Hilt in his grip, he finally glanced at where Zynx – the assisting AI – was pointing. The veteran saw nothing. The endless, dark depth of the ocean hid nothing notable. At least that's what his ordinary, human senses would have made him to believe. Adran began to swim towards the target. He didn't have to go too far, since it was still on the highest platform above the ruined, sunken city. Zynx pointed behind a little mountain of a rock, so he got around that, while he lightly squeezed his eyes to turn on the Frost-Vision in his Deepsight. His view turned bluish, so the thing still functioned well. The veteran's hand tightened around the hilt of his weapon as he finally reached the target and got a glimps of the "unknown origin".

TOOK

It took Adran a solid minute to get his sight back and fully comprehend what just happened. The nest exploded. The city rumbled beneath him as the stone of the cliff cracked everywhere and began to destroy everything that left of it. All the floruns were gone and Eran was nowhere to be seen. But there was no body either. Good sign.

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[tryingtimi]

First Line WIP Game

Thank you so much for the tag @jess-p-edits!

Both are from a kind of zero drafts, but oh well. Here we go!

Project Metalsea Death by the Metalsea had not been considered the most severe punishment of Evalon. A driadlin could done so little and still find themselves standing on a plank, above the endlessly waving pieces of metal. The guilty could argue — it was only a piece of bread they stole, or they hurt someone because they were attacked first. Still, the answer for these pleas remained the same: "The Ivory Guard never absolved anyone in the past. And we never will."

IQRUS Dark, bottomless depth sorrounded Adran. He looked down at his body casually floating in the water, but the faint luminosity of his diving suit made his silhouette eerie and indistinct. He hadn't seen his legs a while now either. Adran would have needed more light to get a glimps of anything in the pitch-black unknown that laid out in front of him. He couldn't risk it however.

I don't really have anyone to tag yet (or not aware of them being okay with tag games), so I'll say if anyone who sees this and would like to do it, please do!

#first line tag game #thank you for thinking of me lovely <3 #hope the translation is okay #wouldn't bet on it lol #either way here they are #also i didn't even get a notification about this tag? #i just found out when i scrolled through the post on my feed lmao #Project Metalsea #IQRUS #Project Icarus #typos may appear because i'm a typbro #my hand moves faster than my mind #Metalsea snippet #IQRUS snippet

[tryingtimi]

LONEL INTRODUCTION.

GENRE: Neo-Noir, Urban Fantasy, Thriller. CONTENT: Best Friends to Lovers, Ancient Conflict, Vampires vs Werewolves, Lone Wolf, Anti-Hero Protag. SETTING: State of Auris in the world of Aetherius. Decades before IQRUS happens. STATUS: Worldbuilding | Outlining. MASTERPOSTS: SNIPPET | CHARACTERS | WORLDBUILDING

SYNOPSIS

Lonel has two secrets. One, he is the last of his kind since his mother was killed. Two, he is certain a vampire is to blame. These, however, are secrets he can’t tell anyone about. Vampires do not exist, and he can't be sure if his mind could be trusted anyway. Until one day, during his daily forensic cleaner job, he witnesses a scene that changes everything.

LOCATIONS - IMPORTANT ASPECTS

AURIS CITY ― The capital of Auris, where everything happens. HALL OF ECHOES ― The national museum of Auris. It's a place where every historical knowledge is stored, including mythical legends, and possible artefacts. THE CRIMSON SHADOW ― A famous club and bar for VIP members only. Only those can enter who were invited, and to get an invitation, you need to meet certain requirements. The regulars, however, can't say anything about it. They sometimes seem to not be able to. There are also rumours about occasional orgies, and that it's a strip club than anything else in actuality.

CHARACTERS

LONEL. A lone forensic cleaner who’s secretly helping the police while cleaning the crime scenes. He's a dangerous man with an obsession over his mother's death. Yet, for the things and people he cares, he cares deeply. pinterest | playlist SELYS DUMWERMER. Lonel's almost only friend, and superior as chief detective at the station. An eccentric gentleman with a mysterious, melancholic aura around him. pinterest | playlist ODENA SLYHER. A talented archaeologist, and member of the Hall of Echos. As much as she's interested in human history, she is still an expert on the subject of supernatural, and mythical beings. Lonel's childhood acquaintance as he would call her. She, however, rather prefers to be called a friend. pinterest | playlist LORD VOLERON DE NOMEUR. One of the richest men of Auris. He’s funding a lot of institutes and owns The Crimson Shadow as well. He’s not the governor, but some say he’s much more. pinterest | playlist

AUTHOR'S NOTE | TAGS

Will edit this post as I go and share more stuff. Made this when I had the biggest urge to write some Lonel stuff eh. Everything is subject to change.

Thank you for checking it out, loves! ♡

TAG LIST: @bloodlessheirbyjacques, @the-void-writes, @circa-specturgia, @dyrewrites

#wip intro #ask to be added to the taglist #or i might just figure out a form of some sort #so you dont need to ask directly lol #Lonel #writebrl #writing community #urban fantasy wip #urban fantasy #thriller #neo noir #everything made with canva #bet i totally left out a lot of stuff #oh well #q

[tryingtimi]

Taglists for the WIPs in the individual posts. To sign up for any of the taglists, please fill out this form. I will also share snippets and crumbs from projects other than these three as well. Those will be tagged with timis other stories, but I'll make them a masterpost someday for organisation purposes. ♡

〄 METALSEA SERIES settled with this one for now

When Cronyl, the exiled young driadlin man tries to fight against a fairly corrupt kingdom alone in a reshaped world that no longer bears humans on its back; an unexpected Turn of the Metalsea happens to upset everyone's plans — and life itself on both half of the planet it holds together. Confused and disoriented, Cronyl teams up with the people who he stumbles upon in the chaos and they begin to wander together, revealing more and more secrets about their roots and the world they thought they knew.

PROJECT PAGE

Masterposts

SNIPPET | CHARACTER | WORLDBUILDING

genre: epic fantasy, adventure, with a sprinkle of romance pov: past-tense, third person limited, also a lof of character (i think i have at least 5 MCs) setting: fairly typical high fantasy, but i try to come up with as much original stuff as i can — hopefully original races for example, also a little bit steampunkish later in the story status: slowly starting the first draft — when i can finally stop worldbuilding plus note: i plan this to be a series of 4 or 5 books, because i can't write short stuff if i happen to start writing tag: #Project Metalsea

◉ IQRUS temporary title, sometimes I call it Project Icarus

A slowly growing, great gap separates the two borther, Dane and Adran Cohren, when they begin to fight againts Aetherius' otherwordly horrors on the brink of human extinction.

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Masterposts

SNIPPET | CHARACTERS | WORLDBUILDING

genre: sci-fi, fantasy, eldritch-lovecraftian horror or thriller (not sure yet), probably a little grimdark pov: past-tense, third person limited, more than one character pov setting: cyberpunkish, futuristic, deepwater stuff and a fair amount of bullshit science status: outlining and drafting plus note: i know the description is very vague but i couldn't write one without too much worldbuilding (yet), so i'll make it up some later, maybe when the individual post is up already tag: #IQRUS

☏ LONEL settled with this one for now

Lonel has two secrets. One, he is the last of his kind since his mother was killed. Two, he is certain a vampire is to blame. These, however, are secrets he can’t tell anyone about. Vampires do not exist, and he can't be sure if his mind could be trusted anyway. Until one day, during his daily forensic cleaner job, he witnesses a scene that changes everything.

PROJECT PAGE

Masterposts

SNIPPET | CHARACTERS | WOLRDBUILDING

genre: neo-noir, thriller, urban fantasy pov: past-tense, third person limited setting: Wolf Among Us and 1960s-esque city with full of crime and all. status: brainstorming and outlining plus note: i need to come up with a better summary, but all in all this is it. everything is subject to change, especially since i may or may not want them to be vampires or werewolves but something a bit more unique, even tho the base concepts are the same. tag: #Project Lonel | Draft 0 logs

SIDE BLOGS | OTHER TAGS

TIMISRECS. I reblog works from here to keep others' works I enjoyed in one place. TIMISHELPSAVES. The URL says all. I reblog writing advice, helpful tips and such from here.

#timisramble | #get to know timi | #timis general worldbuilding

#writblr #writblr intro #writing community #writers of tumblr #my wips #wip intro #writing #fantasy #sci fi #also if anyone has questions #about the wips or about me #feel free to ask #and lurk

[tryingtimi]

IQRUS INTRODUCTION. GENRE: Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Horror, Grimdark. CONTENT: Collegues to Lovers, Science vs Belief, Bittersweet Romance, Brother vs Brother, Cult Activity, Brothers-in-Arms for Life, Otherworldly Terrors, Madness, Underwater Monsters, Bullshit Science. SETTING: A flooded, doomed planet named Aetherius, where thechnology advanced onto a cyberpunk level and people live in the sky. STATUS: Outlining / Zero Drafting SNIPPET MASTERPOST

SYNOPSIS

No-one can remember when did the water devoured the surface entirely. At first, people might have thought it was just a simple tide, a harmless natural phenomenon. Until the expected low tide did not come and the water level rose to heights that human race could no longer control. In order to survive, they began to build towards the sky, while after the first monster attacks, their technological advancements needed to speed up as well. Generations passed by since and humanity has reached its limits once again. Only this time, there’s no chance to stretch farther anyway. In a world like this, the almost middle-aged Adran strives to serve the people as a veteran member of the Deep Corps, whom duty is submerging into the mutagenetic water and searching for still eatable food stocks in long sunken places. His younger brother, Dane, doesn’t want to serve people, however. He wants to save them, by creating a world free of monsters, mutations and tides. This contrast in goals cannot ruin the two brother’s strong relationship so easily, but the terrors they find on their separated journeys might be capable of breaking bonds.

LOCATIONS - IMPORTANT ASPECTS

EVEROCEAN ― A mysteriously started phenomenon that resulted in flooding the entire world. People figured out early, if they touch the liquid, a strange mutation begins to change their body and slowly their mind as well. Soon after the first city had sunken, the severity of the situation increased, when grotesque looking monsters showed up in the water in sizes people have never seen before. Modern theories guesses this may be the reason why the first sufferers named the ever-rising water Everocean. Nowdays, many generations after the beginning of the flooding, both the phenomenon and the monsters are common things in aetherian life. RISING ― The tide that comes slowly and unpredictably. IONERA ― Main location. Many country took place here before the flooding. Now, they all merged together, so they can fit onto the Astin Tower's platforms and remain safe from the Everocean. These platforms serve as separetad sectors, where people live under various circumstances.

DEEP CORPS ―A special organization which was founded by the Astin Corp. when the non-mutagenetic food supplies began to radically decrease. Most of the food is seafood, so they needed to develop a method to make it eatable and clean again. However, this project still hasn't been finished, therefore The Corp. collects volunteers year by year and train them to face what the Everocean has store for them, while they gather supplies from sunken cities. They also tasked to take samples and study what is underwater so every unit has at least one proficent scientist among them. ASTIN CORPORATION AND GOVERNMENT ―The savior of humanity. It's founder, Lero Astin was the first one to act, when the flooding came and with his innovative development in science and technology they could build the Astin Tower to shelter people from the water. He created a new system and helped people to adapt to it. He brought order into chaos. Since then, The Corp. became everything, including the leading facility.

CHARACTERS

ADRAN COHREN. A soldier, a brother, a believer. After their parent's early death, he manages to balance life between raising little Dane alone and finish his training to become the youngest member of the Deep Corps. Many years later, he still doesn't go on a misson without thanking the Almighty for giving him hope and strenght to continue working on a brighter future for the people of Ionera, but most importantly, for his little brother. pinterest | playlist DANE COHREN. A researcher, a soon-to-be delegate, a racionalist. While he is very grateful for his brother, he also dismisses his ideals of blind faith. He grew up to be a man of reason and it helps him achieve his goals; even if the most defining event of his life is something that cannot be reasoned. pinterest | playlist AUVA KNOX. An eccentric personality who will tasked to be Dane's supervisor and teacher, until he learns how the Caelus Sector and the Divum Council works. pinterest | playlist ERAN KODYN. One of Adran's brother-in-arms. A young member of the Deep Corps and a senior of Dane from university. Eran might not be the best fighter considering his much less training in combat, but he doesn't actually need to be, since he is the brain of their unit. He's close to Adran, and he might be the closest friend to Dane too. pinterest | playlist THADDEUS HOLTZ. Adran's another comrade. He is the muscle of the unit, but that doesn't mean he stays behind on an intellectual level. He's a father of two with a simple desire to live another day and make a better future for his kids. When Adran needs advice, Thaddeus is the one he goes to. pinterest | playlist ZEV. A trashmech who makes prosthetics from junk. While this "profession" is a common thing in the Aquor Sector (considering the high mutation rate), not much people are as good as Zev. He has a close relationship with the brothers since childhood, because he helped to make Dane's prosthetic too. pinterest | playlist ICHARO ASTIN. The direct descendant of Lero Astin. He's the current head of the Divum Council and the man that follows a strange aspect of the Astin family: never shows up in person, only in holographic form. He lives at the top of the Tower. pinterest | playlist

AUTHOR'S NOTE | TAGS

This post will be expanded and/or edited as I go because I'm still working on a lot of stuff and I'm big on changing things while writing the first darft heh. Eiher way, here we go finally! Links and tags will be added slowly too! TAGS. snippets | worldbuilding | moodboards | character dynamics | nymar | tunes | Dava ship

Thank you so much for stopping by and checking it out! ♡

TAG LIST: @bloodlessheirbyjacques, @jess-p-edits, @circa-specturgia, @moonscribbler, @blind-the-winds, @odysseywritings, @the-void-writes, @dyrewrites

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[tryingtimi]

Plans | October, November

Hey, I got sick which means I have some time, so I decided to make a little list of my writing plans for the upcoming months. It's very much needed. Mostly to me, but I'll share it here anyway to keep myself motivated to check it out sometimes lol. I also just want to share some things because I neglected tumblr for a while (still getting used to the new workplace, trying to build a scedule and some personal issues).

Anyway.

In October

Through these two months, I will focus on a short story/novelette in the world of IQRUS, since I've found a competition I want to submit a piece to and it's due date is December 21th. It's gonna be a detective story of the time, when hurtful objects and especially weapons got freshly banned from society. Thaddeus' dad will be the main character, a detective (shocking, I know) and I also want to put Dane and Adran's parents into it too. Even if just some side characters who Thaddeus' dad says hi to once. I'm so excited to start this honestly. But to be more specific, my plans are:

Oct 1. – Oct 15. Planning and fleshing the idea out.

Oct 16. – Oct 31. Plotting and Outlining.

In November

This year I want to participate in NaNo again, with this piece, because the last time I did it, it was more than a helpful thing. So, I might will leave updates here of my progress if you guys wouldn't mind it. I love sharing stuff, it keeps me inspired for some reason, so if you guys will do NaNo or just want to share your (any) progress with me, please always do! I love seeing how you lovely souls are going with everything!

That said, I will take breaks and work on other things as I know myself, so the prompts you dears sent me will help me lot, thank you! ❤️ Plus, if you want to know anything about this story, feel free to ask about it, in a random ask, in DMs or in Blorbo, WBW etc. Every kind of interest is welcome!

Also, if my doctor will tell me I need to take the whole week off (i doubt it and i hope not, but who knows), then I might will catch up with asks and maybe finish my unfinished snippets I started working on. There's three in the making, two from Metalsea and one from IQRUS.

That's it for now from my side. How about yours, loves? Any plans for the rest of the year? Would love to know, so feel free to share! ❤️

#timisramble #writing scedule #writing plans #i dont think i will make this into a thing but if it will help then ill consider it #also if you want to know anything about the snippets im working on or anything #then youre welcome to ask about that too <3 #hope you guys are okay and healthy <3 #and you can write a lot and enjoy it very much <3

[tryingtimi]

Song for IQRUS: Red Lights by Maximum Love! c:

Hey @rsdan 🥺❤️ How did you know the way to my heart is giving me song recs for my WIPs? 🥺 You’re the first one to do it, but now I know my love language.

Thank you so much for the song rec dear, this is SO FITTING! I just love it! And ngl I’m already having snippet thoughts, so YOU’RE A GEM! 💕✨💯

#lovely people #rsdan #answering asks #IQRUS songs #IQRUS tunes #Peoject IQRUS #IQRUS