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Empyrean Weeping - @cupcakeslushie
Bloodbath - @bloodbath-au
Life Mission - @daedelweiss
Mutant Manhunt - @baskeigh-ball
Never Better - @less-depresso-more-espresso
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the-arteest · 11 months
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they're so slay
these are some doodles from chapter three of never better by @less-depresso-more-espresso ! sincerely hoping i made red big and beautiful enough
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Nooo the butcher isn't dead, he's off frolicking off in some far away fields, hunting wild animals and signing to the songs in his head.
The head which is still whole and attached to the rest of his body.
He's absolutely fine don't worry about it
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writingsfromspace · 11 months
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Manuscript Search Tag
Tagged by @autumnalwalker, thank you!
My given words are obstacle, dry, shift, display, & extra. Or, like, they were. A thousand years ago. I was still on Never better when I started putting this together so I finished with it, too :,D
Tagging @revenancy, @zmwrites, @stories-by-rie, @fixaidea, and anyone else who wants to share! (As always no pressure and for the people I keep tagging, please lmk if you want me to stop XD)
Your words shall be: Garden - leap - wake - enter - weather
Obstacle
"Are you okay?" she asked, and Kadmos wasn't sure what came over him, but he burst out with, "My hands are glowing."
"Hm." The sorceress stretched out her own, took his, and looked at them. In the bright sunlight, nothing was visible at all, but for a magician of her calibre that probably was no obstacle.
Dry
There was cake left, and they all ate some for breakfast, apart from the weasel who was munching dry food.
Kadmos didn't have an appetite, which truly wasn't a common occurrence, but he was hungry after all the exitement and had gobbled down three pieces anyway before he took the time to think.
Shift
He put down the backpack that contained most of his life [...]. Then he hung up the sweater. Nuri once had given it to him under the pretext that it no longer fit him. Or it no longer fit his shifting style. But he mustn't think of Nuri.
Extra
What he had somewhat assumed was that Nuri, like Regina, repaired or decorated things or maybe altered them on occasion. He truly hadn't expected half his extravagant collection of clothes to be by his own needle.
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can't believe i was actually having a good time last night all while the idiots were sitting on the knowledge that at 9am the following morning they were going to crush my heart into a thousand tiny pieces never to be recovered
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overmyemptycoffin · 6 months
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Doesn’t it get better?
Like I’m a kid right? Not really but sorta
I’m young
I’m a baby compared to the rest of the world, and I’m struggling but all I see is other people struggling right along with me and that’s terrifying.
Because all I can see is this life never getting any better, any more hopeful or hopeless than it is now. And that’s fucking terrifying.
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gifsbymel · 2 years
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Sofia Bryant
in  Never Better trailer
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astralcurses · 8 months
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girl help if i could stop actively seeking out content that triggers me thatd be great
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Tentative Devotee - @s0fti3w1tch
Villain PB&J Duo - @onionninjasstuff
Mutant Manhunt - @baskeigh-ball
Never Better - @less-depresso-more-espresso
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mikec137 · 8 months
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Frauenfeld, Switzerland, June 2023
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sedlex · 2 years
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So, how are you doing?
*panicking*
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artsfromspace · 1 year
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Very sketchy cover art concept for this year's NaNoWriMo novel, Never better!
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writingsfromspace · 2 years
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The last house on the left
777 words | Never better 'verse
Prompt | The last house on the left - @flashfictionfridayofficial
Planning to just write a bunch of little things for the Never better crew in preparation for November, to get to know everyone and maybe snoop around the world for an actual plot.
Could use a little word polished off here or there but I liked the final word count to much :D
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The last house on the left was a ruin of a mansion, every opening and the fence surrounding it wrapped in yellow tape, large signs screaming, !!!DANGER!!! Magical cataclysm site! DO NOT ENTER!!!
At least they had, some time ago. Now several had fallen down, and the words had peeled off to a point where they felt more like a mumble, despite the blatant abuse of exclamation marks.
Kadmos had never known it to be any different, although to be fair, when he was young, he’d rarely come to this side of town. He had thrown an eye on the house for some time now - it seemed like such a perfect spot to spend the rougher nights, to avoid having to ask his friends for favours.
Of course he wasn’t a fool, and he’d spent a few hours in the library and the city archive trying to figure out what the danger might be. But he had found nothing. Either the signs really just served to keep the homeless out, or whatever incident had occurred had been thoroughly wiped.
The street was busy day and night, having evolved from an elegant lane at the edge of town into one of the big arteries of city traffic. The mansion was the only one of its kind left; the rest of the street was lined with brutalist housing blocks and shops, half of which at any given time seemed to be permanently closed.
Kadmos had decided to give it a shot, figure out whether it would be a safe place to stay. He was sure someone would stop him if he attempted to enter the house during daytime - or else he would at least be filmed by someone hoping for the worst - so he went when enough of the light was gone he could hope to slip onto the overgrown property unnoticed.
The last streetlamp on the left had been broken for years, which helped.
He felt his phone buzz in his pocket when he climbed over the fence, but that was all that happened, so he took a moment under the old elder tree to check. Bernt had written to the group. Who’s down for brunch tomorrow? Trying to make madeleines.
For a moment he wondered whether he should tell his friends where he was going, but then, that was silly. It would be alright; he would be careful, and odds were nothing was going on here at all except an attempt to keep the likes of him out.
Would love that :D You’re a treasure.
He put the phone away, the buzz of the others’ incoming replies strangely reassuring as he walked around the house once, trying to find the best point of entry.
At the left side, crowded by the next house over - a solid wall taller than the mansion, no windows facing this side - a single window on the ground floor had lost the entirety of its glass. Tatters of yellow tape still clung to the frame, brittle with age.
Kadmos glimpsed in, using his phone flashlight carefully so it wouldn’t be seen from the street.
Everything seemed perfectly ordinary. Lots of dust. Near the window, leaves had blown in, which was no surprise with the plants clawing their way up the outside walls. There wasn’t much furniture left, but a chandelier hung from the ceiling.
Everything seemed perfectly ordinary, and yet, Kadmos felt a shiver down his spine, felt watched.
But then, to be fair, he was currently breaking into a house.
He pondered for a moment. His phone buzzed again, as per the nature of groupchats. He looked over the room once more. Everything looked like it had been untouched for the years the house had been empty.
As if no one had attempted this before.
But then, who wanted to deal with the aftermath of a magical cataclysm?
»Hey!«
… not careful enough. Kadmos did the first thing that came to mind, swung himself up and slipped through the window.
Good evening.
Someone stood behind him, blocking him from the window, and he froze, trying not to panic, to stay rational. A ghost? But a simple ghost wouldn’t be enough to abandon an entire house like that, not with the current price of real estate.
Someone - a freezing cold hand - grabbed him by the back of the neck like a kitten.
It’s been a while.
He had been stupid. His hand scrabbled across his phone screen, trying to at least leave a message to his friends, but he still could barely move, and it slipped between his fingers, thonking onto the dust-covered floor.
He was pulled beneath the floorboards before he could scream.
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ˢᵗᵃⁿˡᵉʸ’ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵃˡˡ• ᴬʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ'ˢ ᵃˡʳⁱᵍʰᵗ’ ⁱⁿ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡ? ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ’ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃᶠʳᵃⁱᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ ⁱᶠ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ'ˢ ʷʳᵒⁿᵍ• -[𝙍𝙀𝘿𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝘿]
Everything is fine!!
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peculiary · 2 years
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Uncanny Avengers #1 October 10, 2012
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