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wigglebox · 9 months
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Found you ☀️
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m1d-45 · 1 year
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You know, I've been thinking. The stars in our world often look quite dim, especially in areas where there is light pollution. Suddenly, I'm imagining that in the Imposter!AU, the Creator looks at the stars at night, captivated by their brilliance. Perhaps Scaramouche or Mona (Whichever you prefer, you may also just write another character you think fits this scenario :D) find them. The Creator looks at them, then back at the stars.
"They're very lovely, you know? The stars never shine this brightly back home. It's a lovely sight..."
They smile. "I'm happy that I'm able to see them, even if it's in another world. I appreciate you letting me look at them before I die."
Perhaps the character takes pause... And sits next to them.
It's a lovely night.
in the stars
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-> warnings: violence, blood, both of those in your future so technically you’re not hurt yet, not written for mona mains, sorry, didn’t work with the plot :/ also diona/klee/qiqi/nahida/sayu mains are on thin ice with this one. questionable plot. barely edited.
-> lowercase intended
taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie
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the stars never lie.
mona clutches her catalyst to her chest, wide eyes turned to the sky. she whispers to them, hoping they’ll change, shift into something she’ll understand, anything.
they don’t.
her head lowers, inspecting the book. thrilling tales, the spine reads, the cover a simplified dragon with a sword through it. she tries to read into it, to try and pick apart the motives behind the weapon, but all it returns is a simple needlepoint.
a compass. one she’d followed ever since she caved into the pull on her catalyst, one she’d followed out of the city at dusk and into the plains, hiking up starsnatch cliff at its behest. her twin tails had lost some of their curl on the journey, her hat flopping sadly. it was late, later than she’d normally be awake, and she stumbled once on a rock before quickly catching herself, checking to make sure you hadn’t moved.
you, sat at the peak of the cliff. you, surrounded by cecelias, face turned to the stars. you, who turned at her short cry.
“are you alright?”
she couldn’t bring her hands to shift her catalyst into its attack position. her hands, free from their usual gloves, dug into the cover of the book, shaking both with the chill of night and with… she couldn’t tell, couldn’t pin whether it was fear or nervousness, or something else that blurred the line between panic and excitement.
“just fine, thank you.”
her voice was harsher than it should have been. she could tell you were being genuine, the way the water in the air shaped around you like it wanted to cling made that clear enough, the stars shining down on you as if you were the only being on the planet.
the stars never lie. so why were they saying you meant no harm?
you turned back to the stars, your hands shifting back to weave into the grass between the cecelias.
"they’re very lovely tonight. the stars, i mean. they never shine this brightly back home….” against her better judgement, mona glanced up. the sky was particularly clear, constellations shining down unhindered. “it’s a beautiful sight.”
orders from the knights echoed in mona’s head, orders extended from a god she’d never met. she knew the knights wholeheartedly meant what they said, truly believing the words they were told, but you…
hesitantly, she brought her hand in a circle in front of her, scrying for your constellation. you didn’t have one, unsurprisingly, and she relaxed slightly in the knowledge that you didn’t have a vision.. still, there was something strange about the empty space where yours would have been. swapping the sigils and rotating the outer edge, mona decided to read your future.
all the air was sucked from her lungs, the images depicted in the water making her mouth dry. the water warped and bubbled a dark color, as if it itself hated to show what it did.
you were on your knees, tight steel chains wrapped around you and latched onto hooks in whatever you were sitting on. in front of you stood the favored, the creator’s most prized, their weapon drawn. their form was taught with anger, nearly seething. it was strange, so uncharacteristic that it froze the astrologist in place for a moment.
no matter how fiery the disposition, vessels of yours were calmer after being wished upon, heart stiller for being by your side. they, the most prominent on your team of them all, should be at most handling such a severe situation with a tick in their jaw and quiet fury in their eyes, not…
she watched with sick horror as the favored attacks once, your chest caving once, twice with hitched attempts at breathing before you slumped over, blood trickling from your neck. the favored stepped back, weapon dismissed, and mona closed the illusion before it played any further. she hadn’t meant to look all the way to your death, only a few-
…only a few hours.
her hands shake where they’re still clasped in front of her, the remains of her scrying circle swirling in her palms. you didn’t even have a day.
she let the water fall, sending it towards the cecelias around you, willing them to stand brighter as she approached. she couldn’t bring herself to summon her catalyst, not now that she knew what your fate held.
the grass was damp beneath her, seeping slightly into her nightclothes. you didn’t say anything, simply passing her a flower that you had been twirling in your palms. she willed it to heal, restored the color to its petals and the strength to its stem, then passed it back. she had no use for it, not when you…
you chuckled as you took it, staring down at it for a moment before turning skyward once more. mona followed your eyes up, spotting a well known constellation directly above you. nearly perfectly straight up, glowing like a beacon, was the constellation of the favored, six stars making themselves prominent against the dotted sea of night.
“beautiful, isn’t it?”
she swallowed, eyes flicking down to you. you were still watching the stars, probably tracing the shape of the constellation above you. unknowing of what it spelled for your fate, unknowing of the warning written above you.
mona settled into the grass a little more, taking her hat off her head so it wouldn’t fall when she looked up again.
“indeed, it is.”
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sciderman · 3 months
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You said that if you dated Peter or Wade it would make you miserable. Which– Okay fair, Wade does have a history of purposely hurting the people he loves.
But what about Peter? Why do you think dating him would make you miserable?
because I’ll always know I had the option to climb a 6’8 cyborg and I passed that up for a sweaty little twunk that I perpetually have to remind to bathe (sorry peter)
#I don’t know. I don’t think peter is good boyfriend material. I think his insecurities would get exhausting.#Wade has bottomless patience. me… I don’t know. I don’t think I could. I’ve got my own stuff going on. I don’t want a Project.#peter is definitely a project. and he needs someone with shed loads of patience and perseverance.#me I just. I wanna have a good time. so. come to me my big beautiful time traveller. whisk me away.#take me to the beach. you can disappear after I don’t mind I’m not needy. just spend a beautiful romantic week with me.#sci speaks#I don’t really know what kind of person I’m compatible with really actually.#all my relationships have been. pretty short.#and I don’t think it’s any fault of my own really. and I don’t feel any loss over them at all. like at all. I wish I did. but I don’t.#a sci has so very thankfully never felt heartbreak.#but it makes me kind of question what kind of person I am when it comes to this sort of thing.#because I really don’t know.#I don’t know if I want commitment. I don’t even know if I want sex these days.#I … weirdly… am so devoid of yearning these days. like I feel content right now on my own. I don’t even feel lonely.#I used to yearn but I think I’ve moved past it. and I kind of just want to have a good time.#and that doesn’t even . involve a relationship or anything anymore. like I don’t think I want one actually. it feels like I’m Over it.#it’s kind of great because I’ve never felt so calm in a long time. all because I decided that I don’t. actually Need anything.#I don’t need anything more than what I have. and that’s brought me rest after So Long being restless.#but if a massive time traveller came and whisked me away on sexy adventures how could I say no
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inga-don-studio · 7 months
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Carbonation angel
AKA the first thing you see after nearly drowning while being attacked by an entire room of evil killer grampa clones
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part two of the jenson congratulating nico saga :))
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onejellyfishplease · 8 months
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Let’s take role call.
Open Your Shell to Find Your Wings: Donnie gets mutated again partway to a beetle
The Connections of a Soul: Donnie looses his physical body
Unmutated Donnie au: Donnie gets, well, unmutated
… I’m sensing a theme here
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mossflower · 4 months
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i need to write so bad
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robertsbarbie · 3 months
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wait i forgot to tell yall the absolute highlight of my day, and probably year, and probably existence because it was genuinely the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me
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starshine-valley · 6 months
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PART TWO I WASN’T SUPPOSED TO POST THIS BUT HERE IT IS ANYWAY-
MI2ERY’5 MYSTERY (pronounced as Misery’s Mystery or 25, Misery’s Mystery)
“An online group made by those who feel as they have no other choice.”
Members:
“This still isn’t good enough for me.”
Akito Shinonome: One who’s never satisfied
“Maybe there’s no better option than to hide away.”
Honami Mochizuki: A lonely but kind honor student
“I know I can make this better if I just try!”
Airi Momoi: A hardworking ex-idol
“That song was so wonderhoy~!”
Emu Otori: A energetic girl faced with a setback
Four members who haven’t met face to face stumble into a SEKAI.
“If you share your true feelings, a hope will shine through.”
Sekai: Abandoned Sekai (an old, abandoned and worn out event area)
Virtual Singers: Miku and Rin
Relationship Chart:
“Likes her vocals yet doesn’t like it when she tries to pry.” <-> “Shinonome-san, you could use the extra help…”
“I like her bright energy! She seems more of the outdoors type.” <-> “Airi-chan~?! I used to watch you all the time~!”
“She’s kind of annoying but her lyrics…” <-> “Shinononome-kun’s art is wonderhoy! Can you teach me?!”
“Momoi-San certainly acts different when not on camera.” <-> “reliable but… seems unsure and unconfident…”
“She’s Ena’s friend, was a fan before she quit.” <-> “I heard from Ena what happened.”
“Emu-chan, I saw it, it’s okay, I’m here for you.” <-> “I’m glad you’re by my side, Honami-chan!”
Leader: Akito Shinonome
“I can’t mess this up again. Never again.”
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reverecurrent · 21 days
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isn’t it so ironic that my WHITE rich privileged professor of my women and gender; transportation class is filling me (a queer, poor, transportation disadvantaged student) in her class ABOUT vulnerable ppl.
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zainmalik · 6 months
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the fact the flag is not just the guardian of the gays but the guardian of the lgbtq+ community
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mixedbag-o-beans · 9 months
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weird thing i noticed watching Good Omens 2 that someone has probably already pointed out. so in hell we see tons of people, how come we never see anyone in heaven? does anyone actually go to heaven?
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dreaming--ghost · 1 year
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musedriven · 3 days
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I love this kid but I honestly don’t think he himself knows what he’d do if he actually did succeed in catching dark. I don’t know if he even knows exactly what he wants himself in his success. I know what he hopes to happen; he hopes to be rid of Krad by containing the ‘black wings’ properly. But in capturing dark he also must capture Niwa, and in stripping Niwa of dark he is stripping Niwa of an aspect of himself and Satoshi… I don’t think he can do that to him. I also genuinely don’t think he wants to fuse the two back into one artwork or if he could at this point since they have been separated for so long and influenced by the two bloodlines. And if they did fuse back into one, satoshi has no idea what he’s going to DO with the artwork. It’s not like an art piece can be tried as a criminal mastermind. And he does like Niwa! He does! He just also knows everyone around him meets a dark fate ( Krad ) and he can’t let anyone else get hurt. I also think a part of him knows already that even if he does succeed in getting Dark, then he’d have to face the fact that Krad isn’t actually going anywhere still.
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kvothes · 2 years
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shakespeare had sooo many men acting as women who dress up as men and i came along four hundred years later, said aight, and based like most of my gender on that
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vampswritings · 3 months
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okay so in the mummy / adventurers au that I’m totally not letting stew at the back of my mind -
what if instead of a quippy Xander as the troublemaker/Jonathan stand in I made it Giles’ weird so “hasn’t been listening to all this occult stuff” (she’s a liar she loves it) surrogate daughter Buffy ??
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