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salemoleander · 4 months

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Limited Life Cleo's arc was about the joy and safety of being stuck in a loop. Knowing you'll get to live again, and again, and again, a thousand lifetimes with these people by your side. Death is a momentary blip. Nothing to lose.

Secret Life Cleo's arc was about the futility and devotion of being stuck in a loop and knowing this isn't one where you win. Sure, you'll come back, but you wanted this one. You wanted these partners. You wanted this life. (Even if you won, of course, the result would be the same. An ending. No way to win.)

#slsmp spoilers #secret life spoiler #slsmp #secret life #cleo #salem tag #salem fic #i guess. meta? something. it's creative writing im tagging fic

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operativecantkillme · 7 months

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You can go awhile without thinking about a ship but once you see one little gifset you end up going absolutely FERAL

#motherland fort salem #Talder #In my defense I have no defense because these two are back to killing me #The urge to write another fic for them is strong!#But the last one was terrible LOL

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elcuervoborracho · 6 months

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Reposting these here as I work on another project, I once again would like everyone to see the illustrations I made for my Salem vs Glynda fic!

#fic #art #glynda goodwitch #glynda #salem #rwby #rwby fanart #my art #artists on tumblr #greenlight volume 10

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katzenklavierr · 20 hours

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Feeling spicy but the post is going around again so Im going to say this on main. Installing an extension to autogenerate fic comments is so stupid. Just leaving kudos is fine if you don't have anything to say. Why would I want to read a comment you put absolutely no thought into. At least type "cool fic I liked it" with your own hands or something.

Like not like anyone would know, necessarily, but the idea of it is so dumb to me. I genuinely don't understand the culture around AO3 comments being seen as a social expection of reading a fic and not like... something you do when you actually have something to say and want to interact with the author about it.

#Salem shouts into the void #Youre just making up social rules when you really dont have to #Also why do kudos mean nothing to you the whole point is someone saying they liked your fic w a button

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hiding-from-reality-56 · 2 days

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Pls share a snippet from Fuck you, Olivia 🤭

Your wish is my command 😌 This WIP is based around Kailer's first time in a Winner's Room after a loss vs the Penguins on October 24, 2017 and he's chosen by Dumo who can't help but notice the pretty little rookie on the Oilers.

“The player selected for the room as decided by the Penguins’ first star has been selected. Whether willing or unwilling, the chosen forfeit is required to report to the Room, unless physically unable, or ineligible as set out by the Collective Bargaining Agreement. Tonight’s forfeit, as chosen, is Kailer Yamamoto.” Kailer stops what he’s doing, frozen in place, hoping he’d heard wrong. Nuge nudges him, jolting him back into reality. “Kailer Yamamoto?” The staff member echoes, eyes sweeping the room and landing on a quivering Kailer. “You’ll need to come with me,” she adds slowly, as if he’s stupid.

#kailer yamamoto #brian dumoulin #dumomoto #hrpf #my fic #asks #salem's snippets

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mymusehasadhd · 8 months

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Anyone know any good RWBY fics that focus on the fact that Oz is a abuse survivor? Or just the fact that Salem was definitely abusive? Lots of people ignore that but in my opinion it’s one of the most interesting parts of Oz’s entire story, because you don’t see a lot of male victims of abuse in fiction.

#rwby #professor ozpin #ozma #rwby salem #tw abuse #headmaster ozpin #fic search #fic finder #fic prompt

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salemoleander · 4 months

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His thumb shakes, resting over the send chat button.

"Grian?" Martyn asks, floating nearby. "Everything alright with the server?"

Blunt as ever, Lizzie chimes in, "Why haven't you killed him yet? C'mon, we need to get going. Some of us have already been waiting ages for this one to wrap up." She punctuates her statement by sweeping an arm towards Mumbo and Jimmy, loudly talking with Bdubs a few dozen blocks away.

Could ghosts sweat? It didn't seem like ghosts should sweat. Grian feels stress prickling over his skin anyways.

"I'm- I can't," he admits, voice small. "Not like this."

Grian would happily kill Scar in PVP, in jest, in competition. But the idea of just striking him down is... uncomfortable. No chance of survival, no fairness, no fighting back at all. He's already done that once to Scar, at the end of the start. Grian won't do it again.

THIS IS WHY HE IS THE WINNER thrums through his mind. From the winces around him, everyone else can hear the Secret Keeper's message too.

"Why? Because he was willing to kill?" Grian snaps to its stone face, mouth twisted down. "That's sort of the point."

NO, INSOLENT ONE the Secret Keeper rumbles. HE WON BECAUSE HE OBEYED MY INSTRUCTIONS BEST. NO MATTER. I AM EQUALLY CAPABLE OF ENDING THIS GAME.

Cowardice sits like blood in his throat. Grian screws his eyes shut a moment before lightning strikes and thunder peals out below.

#slsmp #secret life #grian #life series #salem fic #slsmp spoilers #secret life spoiler #:D just a little ficlet while im inspired. tomorrow is gonna be such a Writing Day i can feel it #wanted to explore scar not dying in his ep and what happened after the end

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gay-art-vibes · 6 months

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I’m looking for a fic and can’t find it 😭 Talder. Alder dies but comes back and goes into hiding in a house. Tally can see her ‘ghost’ and presence when she shouldn’t and eventually they tell her and let her visit. Then Talley starts hanging around at the house / cabin.

This fic has been stuck in my brain and I need to re read but I cannot for the life of me find it

#talder #tally x alder #motherland fort salem #talder fic #general alder

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r0-boat · 7 months

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Salem finding a human (lingerie, glittered-up, perfumed, etc) writhing in his web at 12am like "oohh nooo you caught mee~" except when he gets closer the human realizes that this is in fact the wrong spider and the wrong spidernest. Cue the flustered apologies while half naked in web bondage in the middle of a chilly autumn night. Midway through the apology the tinder hookup calls-salem had to pick up the call because the human got themselves very stuck to his web and cant access their bag- to cancel bc their dog got sick. To make matters even worse, prior to the cancel call salem accidentally dropped their neatly folded coat into a puddle when he was distracted by them trying to wiggle out of the webbing (this made them more stuck)

OMG can you imagine!?

*What is this?!* his inner thoughts screamed at the sight before him.

A human naked in his silks wrapped deliciously like a gift for him. Only that it wasn't really for him.

The misleading look on his face betrayed different emotion than his true feelings, which was numbness since his soul left his body as soon as he saw you.

The silence was loud when the human realizing that they had the wrong drider.

The Voice cracked cuz they pathetically explained their situation the poor human looked like they were about to cry from Shear embarrassment.

Salem could have yelled could have chewed this human out but instead, he stayed silent. His brain not yet reacting to the situation before him. Instead he quietly said " do you need help?" Has he watched you helplessly struggle within his webbing.

Salem has been called many things and Salem is not a good guy, but never would he ever take advantage of somebody in such a vulnerable situation. A human trembling on the verge of tears and a beautiful one at that made his blood run cold.

You're nod gave him the signal though he hesitated to put his hands on you, Salem effortlessly freed you from the silk bindings.

The autumn night was cloudy that's the two of you waited for your date to come get you outside the cave halfway through your apology your phone in your hand chimes signaling you of a message. Your heart sinks further your date has not only bailed on you but wanted it to be over before it even started...

Salem who was no about looking over your shoulder reading your messages his face scrunched and disgust. Your eyes are red as your whole body shakes.

" what a douchebag." Salem grumbles.

Before you could say anything a drop of water hits the screen of your phone. It didn't take long for the rain to follow...

" great I'm heartbroken cold naked, and wet..." your voice shook. You wanted to cry, but at this point, the thing was coming out."

he plays the hand over his mouth, stifling a laugh.

You gave him a look.

And immediately he responded with with a small smile and a tremble in his voice. "sorry sorry... it's just... it's not you , its the fact that you pretty to yourself up made sure to wrap yourself up in silk just to be in a stranger's territory instead of your date's... sounds like something in a shitty rom-com."

Despite your embarrassment and stress you crack a smile.

" yeah, I'm so stupid..."

Salem Smile faded putting his arm around you. Before giving you smaller one.

"No, he was stupid. You were only a little bit of a dumbass."

He stands up stretching." Come with me I'll take you back to my place I'll get you something warm..." his eyes refuse to meet yours does. His face feels warm, his tone lowering loud enough for you to hear. "I'll even make you some food or something if you want." He holds out his hand for you to take it and you do.

" oh yeah I almost forgot." He mumbled taking off his leather jacket and putting it around you it was a little beat up with scratches and old stains.

" you can keep it if you want I don't want to keep something after a human wore it."

He turns away, but you can still see his ears turning red.

#ro.chatting #oc: salem #Drider oc #drider boyfriend #Cheesy sorry : (#I like my fic with a little extra cheese #monster boyfriend

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fallout-fucker · 10 months

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Crows Of The Commonwealth

I was on CrowTok and it made me come up with an idea.

So, obviously a lot of the crows in the Commonwealth are made by the Institute, though I personally like to believe that there are still a lot of crows that are regular ones, too.

Crows are an incredibly smart species of bird, which makes sense as to why they're the ones the Institute use. To my memory, I don't think there are any other birds in the game. Again, I'd like to headcanon that they're not the only ones left but if only a few species of birds managed to survive the bombs and the aftermath, I wouldn't put it past crows to be one of those species due to that intelligence.

Crows are known for recognising people, which also works in favour of the Institute as to why they'd choose them specifically. If you are able to tell the difference between individual crows, you'll be less likely to question if a specific one if following you if you are aware they likely recognise you.

However, they're also known to bring gifts and trinkets if treated right, or actually attack people who don't. And they remember faces. I don't get the impression that the Institute treats them too kindly if they don't even consider Gen 3 Synths as people, who are literally created with technology and human biology/DNA.

If we imagine that the Institute Crows work like Synths do, then that means that they are also able to become independent like Synths can. We know they have the level of intelligence, more so than another species of bird, to perhaps reach that level of independence. That's exactly why the Institute picked them. Wouldn't it be ironic if that became part of the Institute's downfall.

So imagine a Sole Survivor, fresh out of the Vault, scared and cold on their first few nights. Hungry, tired, likely sick, grieving. Alone. They have Dogmeat. They have themselves. A few strangers they saved. Nothing else.

They're trying their best one night to settle. They've only been unfrozen for a few days by now, but have yet to leave Sanctuary. They chose to stay for a couple days to prepare for their long journey ahead, and rebuild their home so they had somewhere to go back to. Preston has taught them basics self defence and survival, Sturges has helped them temporarily fix the holes in their walls. They're not close to these strangers yet, but there's a small comfort in knowing there's still people, and people nearby to run to if anything not friendly comes knocking on their door.

They're picking at a 200 year old box of stale cereal, not able to stomach the taste just yet. In the end, they end up leaving it in a bowl for Dogmeat to have, preferring to sleep, hunger be damned. They sleep on the floor that used to hold the dinning table, not ready to sleep in the now-too-empty bedrooms.

By morning, their sleep is interrupted. Not by the cold October air that their thin, makeshift blanket- That doubles as their coat during the day- barley keeps away. Not by the sunlight that seeps in by the broken shards of class where the window used to be. Not by drops of rain that fall through the cracks in the ceiling. Not even by Dogmeat licking then awake, like he did yesterday morning. This time it's the sound of pecking and squawking that has Sole prying their eyes open.

A small group of grows picking at the bowl of cereal. They must've gotten in through what once was the window, or literally any of the holes of missing metal panels scattered throughout the building. Sole barely has it in them to care. They know they shouldn't waste food that could've gone to them or their new furry friend, but they truly cannot bring it in them to mind. They wonder if the birds have a hard time finding food, too, and decide it might not be a waste at all.

They sit up. A few of the crows fly up onto the windowsill at their movements, one stays enjoying their breakfast, unfazed. Sole waits, sitting still until the birds realise they have no intention of harming them. They glide back down onto the floor, going back to eating.

After a few moments, the crow that stayed perks his head up, neck twitching into an angle that lets him look at Sole. He hops over, stopping just before he reaches their lap. Sole raises their hand, thumb and index finger moving slowly until they land on its neck. His feathers bristle under Sole's pets, his feet dancing happily beneath him. The other crows finish their breakfast. Salem, Sole decides to call him, joins his friends who hop back onto the windowsill. They fly off. He turns his head to the side, a beady eye looking at Sole again. He squawks at them before flying off to join the others.

Sole spends the rest of their day taking metal panels from some of the completely collapsed houses to fix the holes in their walls. They're able to find paint at the old Red Rocket down the road when looking for more equipped tools. Repainting isn't exactly their priority right now, just making sure the house will be fit to stand against the weather, and for when it gets colder in the next few months. The paint will be useful when they get to the stage of being able to consider making it look presentable, however. Unfortunately, the only paintbrush they find is snapped in half. They toss it in frustration. Less so because of the brush itself, and more so because Sole has a lot of anger built up from the events of the last few days that they have no other outlet for.

They end up going home when the sun starts to set, having avoided the empty tomb of memories for as long as possible. It wasn't safe to be out so close to dark.

When they set down their tolls by the door, something on the kitchen counter catches their eye.

Upon inspection, they realise it's an intact paintbrush.

Their confusion lasts barely five seconds, as they hear a familiar squawk. Hoping on the windowsill is Salem. His eyes study Sole. He's waiting. Sole smiles, pulling open the duffle bag they'd taken on their supply run. They pull out two wild mutfruits, which they'd harvested from bushes near the station. Sole cuts them into smaller pieces, before tossing them gently into the grass of their back garden from the car porch. Salem glides to the pieces, now satisfied in knowing that Sole approved of and appreciated his gift. Sole looks up to the trees that border their garden where other crows have started to also descend from to join in on the food offering. Apparently, there's a lot more in this group than what Sole had assumed from the smaller one earlier. About twenty feathered creatures dance about on branches decorated by orange and brown leaves or nibble at the mutfruit in the grass.

Salem flies over once he's had his fill, taking a seat on Sole's shoulder. His friends also begin hopping over gradually, and Sole ends up sitting down to welcome them and pet their small heads. Dogmeat also seems to love the attention, or perhaps just the warmth that radiates from Sole's body as he curls up next to them. Every so often, one of them drops a trinket into Sole's lap as they snuggle into them. A random screw, some gears, even some bottlecaps. Bits and bobs that a few days ago, Sole would've considered mostly junk, even if they'd still been appreciative, but everything now is useful. They even drop a few things by Dogmeat's snout, who sniffs them, tail wagging. Sole doesn't think Salem appreciates the happy licks Dogmeat gives him, though.

Regardless, Sole breathes out slowly, deeply, as they take in the sunset and birdsong before them. It's the first time they've honestly felt any peace since leaving that godforsaken Vault.

Sole makes a mental note to redesign the kitchen window when they get around to fixing it so that it'll be able to open widely. They also begin thinking about designs for birdhouses, feeders, and small fountains.

It's safe to say Sole feels slightly better than they did when they went to bed last night.

They feel less alone.

For some reason, as Salem nestles into their lap, against their stomach, a small pressure builds in their gut. They can't quite shake the instinct, the thought that comes with it. The feeling that Salem feels less alone now, too.