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I found this on pinterest earlier and Have Not been able to stop thinking about it and I have no idea if i’m gonna write it but I have to express my thoughts because yes
(this au but like last life people in some kind of modern au)
jizzie (fuck you i’m using that ship name it’s hilarious): the only one in the (newly formed at the start of the au) friendship group who has actually found their soulmates—they were at a concert one time and the performer came on, and lizzie was excited and so grabbed joel’s arm and neither of them noticed their black marks had turned rainbow until halfway through the concert
ethubs (i’m especially insane over this one): etho wears a mask because he has a black handprint on his cheek/jaw and is embarrassed at how it looks like his first touch is his soulmate slapping him—fast forward to him being brave enough to show his closest friend (bdubs) who carefully cups his face against the ‘slap’ mark. both of them are incredibly excited when it promptly turns rainbow
scarian: scar has always had streaks of black in his hair and he just assumed it was some weird genetic thing (and is quite upset that he ‘doesn’t have’ a soulmate). grian was always pretty reserved and doesn’t like touching anyone he’s not incredibly close to, but after a couple months was inseparable with scar but was too shy to actually touch him, until one day when scar admits he thinks he’s unloveable because he has no soulmate, and grian starts running his hands through his hair to calm him down. it definitely works, after the streaks of black and the tips of grians fingers turn rainbow
flower husbands: both scott and jimmy have relatively confusing soulmate marks—scott’s is on his thumb and barely the tips of his index and middle fingers, and jimmy’s is around the edge of his ear. neither of them really understand it, until one day where scott plucks up the courage to tuck a flower behind jimmy’s ear and their marks turn rainbow
#I desperately want to write this but also I know I wouldn’t finish the slow burn fic I have in my mind because i’m too impatient lmfao#I might write the realisation scenes because they’re all very cute#no idea what to call this tbh#any name suggestions for this au are appreciated lmfao#hoax writes#jizzie#ethubs#scarian#flower husbands
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Alfonsina Storni, tr. by Dorothy Scott Loos, from Selected Poems; "The Hoax,"
#lit#alfonsina storni#poetry#the hoax#words#writings#selections#fragments#poetry in translation#excerpts#quotes#p
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you knew it still hurts underneath my scars // from when they pulled me apart. - hoax, taylor swift
#fearandhatred#fearandedits#was gonna caption this “your faithless love's the only hoax i believe in” but i felt it was too much of an attack on everyone involved#my goal was to finish the second chapter of my fic today but i did not do that. so here's a quick edit instead#and you may be thinking “you could have used that time to write!” and to that i say. :)#i wish i knew how to colour photos so this would look more visually cohesive but ah well#good omens#good omens season 2#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#crowley#aziraphale#good omens edit#THIS IS A QUEUED POST. i am asleep
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Bargains at the Space Market
This was, by far, the sleaziest place we’d stopped for supplies. At least while I’d been part of the crew. For all I knew, the upstanding little courier starship had visited some real dives under previous leadership, but Captain Sunlight was both respectable and smart.
I wondered whose idea it was to stop at this freewheeling anarchy market, set up on an asteroid that somebody had installed a gravity generator on. There was an atmosphere too, and a wide variety of stalls on this mile-long hunk of rock, but not much in the way of oversight.
I saw two different fistfights in progress among the other ships while we exited onto the landing pad.
“Okay,” announced Captain Sunlight, standing as tall as she could — which wasn’t much, lizardy little thing that she was, but she looked dignified — “Mimi, Blip, and Blop, come with me. Trrili, take one or two others with you. Anyone else object to staying to guard the ship?”
There was a hearty chorus of no’s. Zhee turned a faceted eye on the pair of bystanders walking a little too close, clicking his pincher arms at them until they scooted away. In the distance, something that looked like fireworks colored the sky.
A polite claw tapped my elbow.
“Want to come with?” asked Coals, the Heatseeker with dull red scales. He was both shorter and stockier than the captain, and more importantly, he was good friends with Trrili. “It’s a pretty interesting place; I’ve been here once before.”
“How safe is it?” I asked, wanting to be convinced. There were some bizarre things for sale in the stalls visible from here.
“Should be fine as long as we’re careful,” he said. “Especially with her around.” He lifted his chin towards the insectile horror that loomed over him.
Trrili loved looming. “Yessss,” she said. “Essspessssially with me.” She flexed her own pinchers, glossy black to Zhee’s purple, and chuckled darkly. The red patterns on her carapace were especially vivid in the light of the nearby sun.
I smiled. Trrili was terrifying, but she was our terrifying. “Sure. I’d love to come.”
Coals aimed a claw in the opposite direction of the one that Captain Sunlight was looking towards. “Pretty sure I saw some Earth animals for sale as we landed.”
“Oh, well why didn’t you say so?” I asked. “Lead the way!”
We checked in with the captain, promised to be careful, and were off. I had some interplanetary credits in my pocket that I didn’t really plan on spending, but it was good to be prepared.
I also had a mini stun gun in a different pocket.
This place was just as chaotic as I’d expected, like an alien farmer’s market with a distinct lowlife element. Here was a humanoid selling pottery that glowed; there was a tentacle alien selling food that moved; over there was a would-be pickpocket getting the tar beaten out of them by a large hairy whatsit. A hand appeared around the corner of another stall to grab a power cell and disappear.
I kept my own hands close to my pockets, wishing I’d worn something with zipper pouches.
“Ah,” said Trrili. “There is the media.” She didn’t bother hissing in normal conversation, but as she led us over to a booth lined with shelves and run by small individuals, I fully expected the intimidation to come out soon.
Just before we reached it, Coals rapped a knuckle on her foreleg. “Hey. We’ll be at the end of the row. See?” He pointed.
“Yessss,” Trrili agreed.
With a nod, Coals left her to her bargaining, and waved me onward. I was a little concerned about this, but the end of the row wasn’t far. We could yell for her to come charging over if need be.
“See those guys in the solar ponchos?” Coals asked. He didn’t need to point.
I squinted. “Hard not to.” The clothes that the two plant-like people wore weren’t as bright as the actual sun, but they sure were unpleasant to look at. The other shopkeepers were giving them some distance, leaving space between their little cart and the proper stalls. Aside from the eye-searing fashion, they had ropy green limbs and faces like rose blossoms that wanted to be mandibles. Fleshy maroon, sharptoothed mouth in the middle, at least half a dozen eyes scattered throughout. More than a little creepy.
“I was watching with the mag lens earlier,” Coals said. “With the classification setting. They’ve got the Earth animals.” He was watching my face as he said it.
The series of expressions that I went through were probably interesting to see as I got a proper look at what was on that cart.
Earth animals, yay! Which ones? Those look like fishbowls. But there’s no water inside, just … fur? Are those cats shoved in fishbowls??
I felt my face grow stony. “Coals,” I said. “Who do we report animal cruelty to around here?” One of the plant guys was waving a bowl around, shouting about potted predators. A passerby turned him down, and he yelled an insult after them.
“Uh, nobody.”
I watched the guy hold up a different one and say something about food paste squeezed in through the lid. When he flipped the cap to demonstrate, piteous mewling filtered out. “What about theft?” I asked.
“Also no.”
“Good,” I said, voice flat. “Go get Trrili, then help me steal these.”
* * *
It took less convincing than I thought. Trrili already had her selection of media in a bag slung behind her, and she chuckled evilly. Coals cracked his knuckles and talked strategy. Then we went for it.
“Hello,” I said, approaching the sellers alone. “How many of these do you have?”
“Everything on this cart,” said the taller one with the bigger blossom head. “Limited supply, very valuable; get them before they’re gone.” He picked up a fishbowl full of gray fur, turning it like a fine art appreciator. A tiny face with big eyes peered out, meowing silently. Stars, these were kittens.
“You don’t have a source for more?” I asked, trying to sound unimpressed.
“These are very exotic, from a far away planet,” he said.
The shorter one bent to pull a big bowl from the bottom shelf of the cart. “Perhaps we can interest you in a larger model? It’s one of a kind.”
That’s the mother cat. Good. I straightened up. “I’ll take all of them,” I said. “Every one you have.”
The sleazy pair chortled and fawned and named a price that could have bought a single-seater spaceship.
I pulled out my tiny stun gun and aimed it at the tall one. “No. I’ll just be taking them.”
They of course laughed at me, and pulled out their own weapons, which Coals had spotted and identified through the holsters. These were also stun guns, but a bigger and more painful model that put mine to shame.
They weren’t, however, very effective on people with exoskeletons.
Trrili leapt out from behind the nearest stall, crossing the distance in a heartbeat of flashing black-and-red limbs, then reared up to stand over them with her pinchers flared, shrieking at earsplitting volume.
I’d already ducked to the side, so while they stumbled back and aimed, I got a great view of Coals jumping forward to grab their stupid ponchos and yank them off their feet.
One of them shot Trrili in the foreleg, making her hiss a little, but the other didn’t even manage that. And before I could use my little peashooter, Coals had tackled them and wrestled the guns from both. With an oversized stun gun in each hand, he got to his feet and aimed at the pair, just daring them to try something, like the three-foot-tall badass he was.
“What did we do to you??” asked the tall one, rubbing his wrist but otherwise holding still.
“Yeah, how did we piss you off?” the smaller one demanded, eyes locked on Trrili.
I stepped forward with anger in my voice. “You didn’t offend either of them,” I said. “You offended me.” At their baffled silence, I continued. “Where did you get these animals? And what makes you think it’s okay to keep them contained like that?”
They both answered at once, and neither was terribly helpful. Some space trader somewhere. They didn’t even know where the cats were from.
“They’re from my planet,” I informed them. “And they should never be treated like this. Any human can tell you that.”
Their answer was just mumbling that sounded like “Yeah, okay.”
“Have you ever met a human before?” I asked, stepping closer. I leaned in. “My people eat things that look like you.”
They held very still, and didn’t object when Trrili pulled their cart away. Coals stepped back to follow, stun guns still aimed.
I put mine back in my pocket and gave them a final glare. “Do not try this again,” I said. “Or I will know.” I turned on my heel and followed Trrili, with Coals bringing up the rear. He kept the guns.
Shopkeepers and bystanders watched in curiosity, but none seemed particularly bothered by any of that. I heard what sounded distinctly like laughter. As we walked away, the hustle and bustle that had quieted a bit gradually resumed its normal volume.
I took the cart handle from Trrili. “Thank you both.”
Trrili chuckled. “My pleassurrrre.”
“Yeah, happy to help,” Coals said, moving up to walk alongside. He looked over the half dozen bowls that were rattling a bit, though I tried to pull the janky cart smoothly. “When you said you’d know…”
I held my chin up. “As far as they can tell, I will,” I said. “Any psychic abilities on the part of humans is for them to worry about.”
Coals laughed quietly and found the safety settings for the stun guns, saying nothing.
We got the cart into the ship without any objection from the crewmates we passed, though there was a fair amount of curiosity. Trrili and Coals stopped to tell the story in the lounge while I made a beeline for the medbay.
“I require use of your scanners,” I told Eggskin, who was understandably surprised. But at the sight of the cats, they wasted no time in bringing out everything required for a full checkup. I made sure to scan for contagion first, cart and all. I certainly didn’t trust those sleazeballs to be sanitary.
“All clear,” Eggskin said. They pulled gloves on over yellow-green scales. “Do we have spare carrying crates in the storage hold?”
“Oh, good point. We should put the family together.” I opened the door and leaned into the hallway. “Hey, Mur! Could you please bring a mid-size carrying crate? It’s urgent.”
Mur had been going a different direction, but he turned readily on dark blue tentacles with a “Sure thing.”
“Thank you!” I called after him.
He was back in no time with the crate, an ideal size for us to put Mama Cat into after her scan. She was dehydrated, but didn’t show any signs of having been in there long. Good. A bit of proper food and a reunion ought to be just the thing.
When we put the first kitten in with her, the purring was so loud it brought tears to my eyes. Eggskin and I wasted no time in checking the others. They were all okay. Not even any fleas.
I was talking with Eggskin about where to keep them for the time being when the door opened to let Captain Sunlight in. A curious crowd waited in the hall.
I stood at attention. “I’m not apologizing,” I said over the tiny kitten mews.
She shook her head. “No, I don’t expect you to. Are you hoping to keep them onboard, though?”
I shook my head. “I’m sure I can find a home for them at the next space station. Anywhere with a lot of humans, really. These are little cuties, and the mom didn’t even hiss at me, so she ought to raise them to be friendly.”
Captain Sunlight nodded. “All right, then. How about you keep them in your quarters as soon as they’re clear to leave the medical bay?”
“Yes, I was thinking that would be best,” I said. “I’ll just have to be careful opening the door. Maybe I can rig a net as a barrier that I can step over, to at least slow them down.”
“I’ll leave you to figure out how to keep them from roaming the halls,” she said. “Or the engine room, or the cockpit.”
“Yes. I will.”
She left it at that, and opened the door to shoo people away from the convalescing animals. The cart was already out there with the empty bowls and the food paste that would be going in the kitchen trash.
I saw Paint rummaging around the miscellaneous junk on the lowest shelf, which I hadn’t bothered to touch. Her orange tail straightened with excitement. “Hey, there’s money in here!”
I winced. Captain Sunlight gave me an unreadable look.
I felt bad about it, but then I looked down at the kittens tumbling over their mother, each getting licked in turn, and the feeling vanished.
“We can buy cat food with that,” I said.
The captain nodded. “Of course.” Then she sighed. “Mimi is going to be insufferable. First we find a replacement hoverbike after all, now this.”
A gruff voice called from down the hall, “Told you it was a good idea to stop there!”
I grinned. “The cats thank you!”
A toothpaste-green octopus head popped into the doorway. “Name one after me,” said Mimi, waving a tentacle.
I grinned wider. “I think that’s a great name for a cat.”
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The ongoing backstory of the main character from this book. More to come!
#tw animal abuse#gonna say that up front#but it'll be okay; promise#tw animal cruelty#cats#inspired by a hoax that I believed as a kid#good news: it doesn't really exist and in this story it's stopped pronto#just fyi#my writing#the Token Human#humans are weird#humans are space orcs#haso#hfy
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How did Anastasia Romanov become a fairy tale?
"What if this fairytale was based on a real person?" often gets a lot of attention, and the theories are usually pretty far-fetched. However, there are modern cases where a real person's history did get wrapped up in fairytale narratives. Take, for instance, the modern narrative surrounding Princess Anastasia - a history involving a deeply tragic death, a string of opportunistic hoaxes, and Don Bluth.
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I'm alive (but just barely) and I swear I'm going to post that next chapter of The Hoax soon. 😭😭
#happyaspie writing#the hoax#chapter 16#life is hectic#robot season of almost over#that will help#my car broke#my refrigerator broke#i need a side gig istg
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Sir John Herschel should’ve been at the club
#pulp musicals#sir john herschel#john herschel#the great moon hoax#the brick satellite#i write shitposts not tragedies
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some of yall are pissing me the fuck off
#‘taylor swift is a bad writer' and you only cite ME! and satirical lyrics that you've completely removed from their original context#like yeah of course that makes it seem like she’s a bad writer but you’re intentionally ignoring hoax and ivy and daylight and bttws#and loml and and and#and screenshots of lyrics are never a fully accurate representation of anything#because songwriting is never just writing some words that rhyme#you’re ignoring the instrumentals and the vocal performance and chords and the THEATRE of it#whatever#fuck you guys fr#i’m so sick of seeing the same bullshit every album cycle#carley’s soliloquy
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will continue my long overdue scaramouche series. so uhh do you want this in third or second person pov?
#the universe is a hoax#scaramouche x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin scaramouche x reader#genshin impact scaramouche x reader#genshin impact scaramouche#currently writing the first chapter and it's in third pov#reader is referred to as they/them
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For the celebration ask game, hoax by taylor swift? 🪶
two friends, one of whom had betrayed the other
being forced to give up something incredibly precious
the fate after a win being worse than death
staying in an alliance even after you know you've been betrayed
having to kill the love of your life
realizing you've got nothing left to lose
the death of an enemy leaving you with nothing left to live for
coming back from a dark place to find everyone else has moved on
someone staying even through your darkest times
isolation and worry and not being able to overcome it
coming out of a bad situation and thinking it would be different; realizing it's the same
finding a faith in death
#hoax#taylor swift#writing prompts#lyralit#creative writing#writers#writing#writerblr#writblr#writing ideas#lovely person <3#writers block
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Benjamin and the Paper
Word Count: 1040 AO3 Link
Benjamin learns about the events surrounding the launch of the Brick Satellite, and regrets.
Benjamin finds out from the newspaper.
(That’s not entirely true. He finds out when a new, brilliant star appears in the sky, because he knows only two people with the will and the imagination to shift the heavens themselves. He looks at the new guiding light over head and thinks, My God, they did it.)
Benjamin finds out about their deaths from the newspaper. Because of course he does. He can think of no person the ink loves more than the Stratford twins. Of course it cradles their bodies close to its chest, gently brings them home to rest in New York City.
“Extra! Extra! Death in British Guiana, local heroes killed in military coup!”
Benjamin stops so suddenly, three different people run into him. “Sorry, excuse me,” he says, frantically looking around for the paper boy he’d heard yelling. He beelines towards him, shoving what is certainly too much money into the kid’s hand as he snatches the paper away from him. He frantically scours the paper, looking for the story the boy was yelling about.
Maybe it’s not them, Benjamin thinks, feeling slightly hysterical. It could be about anyone, you can’t throw a rock in New York City without hitting a local celebrity. Breathing has gotten harder, the world spins around him. But he can’t stop reading, he needs to know-
Herschel and Hanover, along with Margaret Cavendish and Samuel and Rose Stratford, are presumed deceased.
Benjamin’s knees give out, and he grips desperately to a lamp post to keep from falling.
Samuel and Rose Stratford, are presumed deceased.
Many times, people say they’ve forgotten the last words they’ve said to a departed loved one. They can only hope it was a casual display of love, or, at worst, a mundane conversation with no bearing on their lives or relationship.
Benjamin knows exactly what his last words to Sam and Rose were, despite how hard he tries to forget.
Enjoy the present before its past.
Benjamin wishes he’d taken his own advice.
“Mister, are you okay?” The newsie asks, looking like he is afraid Benjamin is going to keel over next to him. Benjamin isn’t sure he answers. He opens his mouth, but he doesn’t think any sound comes out. Instead, he turns away and begins walking.
In the three months since Benjamin ended both his career and his friendship with the Stratfords in an incredibly public spectacle, he has done a lot of thinking. For the first month, he stewed in a blinding, hazy anger, interspersed with far too much whiskey. By the second month, he realized how empty his life felt without the Stratfords in it, and hated himself for even considering it. Recently, he’s just missed them.
(He’d been trying to figure out if there was a way he could send them a letter. He had no idea where to send it, much less whether Sam and Rose would actually read it. He supposes it doesn’t matter now.)
When his feet stop, he realizes he has reached the Stratford Family Paper Stand.
“You’ll always find a Stratford there!” Sam had once told him, like a reassurance. Like a North Star for Benjamin to follow if he ever lost them.
It is boarded up now, a sign over the door reading “Closed Until Further Notice.” Already, flowers line the walls, memorials for the heroes who told the world about life on the moon. He sees a paper with what could only be a child's drawing of a lunar buffalo. He remembers the way Rose and Sam had cackled when they told him about it, when they pulled this creature from thin air and made it real, preserved in ink before his very eyes. They created life with the dedication of gods and the whimsy of children.
The Paper Stand feels dead without them. There is nothing for him or anyone here. Not anymore.
He keeps walking.
It is dark when he finally gets to the office for the Sun.
He drifts forward toward the yellow light in the window. Because, surely, if looks in the window, he will see Sam, golden and brilliant in the lamp light, desperately scribbling in his notebook. He’ll see Rose, fingers blackened with ink from typesetting, the wrinkles in her furrowed brow like the lines of a constellation. He may have been an editor for the Sun, but the Stratfords were truly the ones Benjamin revolved around. As much as he likes to pretend the Lunar Hoax was a plot he got caught up in, he still remembers the thrill that ran through him as he put the first “Great Astronomical Discoveries” into type. He remembers being so excited for Rose and Sam’s reactions the next day. He remembers feeling positively giddy when they had beamed at him, once they saw he ran their story.
(When did that change? When did he decide their joy wasn’t enough?)
He feels adrift, a planet out of orbit. For as long as he can remember, his life has centered around the Stratfords, twin stars that tugged him into their gravity, be it as a friend, an enemy, or a man desperate to reconnect. What is his path, in a world without them?
He isn’t sure.
The door opens next to him, and Benjamin heart soars, because it’s them, it’s got to be them, it was just another hoax, they are back and really, shouldn’t Benjamin know better-
Chester Thomas stands, outlined in the doorframe. He looks worse than Benjamin has ever seen him, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, bottle of bourbon held loosely in his hand.
“What do you want?” He asks, voice curt and monotone. And Benjamin is going to leave, going to apologize and go about his business. Chester Thomas is the last person he wants to talk to right now, he doesn’t think his ego can take it. He fully plans to go home and stare at the ceiling of his bedroom until it is an acceptable time for him to get up again. He is going to leave, really.
So even he’s surprised when he says, “I didn’t know where else to go.”
Chester sighs, and steps to the side. “Come on in.”
And, God help him, Benjamin does.
#pulp musicals#the brick satellite#benjamin park#the great moon hoax#rose stratford#samuel stratford#chester thomas#the ghosts of antikythera#angst#my writing#my fanfic
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literally insane over this mysterious ‘him’ from scott’s first wcsmp episode
“every day I wonder if you’d have gone off and lived in some fairytale evil forest if it weren’t for me.”
scott looks up from his herbs and grins. “every day I wonder if I can convince you to come live with me in an evil forest.”
“and if I said no?” jimmy slips his hands around scott’s waist, hugging him from behind.
“well, i’m here aren’t I?” scott’s grin softens into something gentle.
“you know you’d be a mess without me.” jimmy presses a kiss to the back of his neck, smiling.
scott laughs. “i’m a mess with you, darling.”
“you still said yes.” jimmy sounds like he can’t believe it, even months later.
scott turns to kiss jimmy, wrapping his arms around his neck. “I don’t reckon I could ever say no to you. not when you’re this cute.”
jimmy’s lips brush against his. “i’d say the feeling is mutual.”
scott smirks. “so you would come live with me in an evil fairytale forest?”
“if you wanted to that much.” jimmy says. “after all, you moved here for me.”
“if you weren’t here, I wouldn’t have even considered it.” scott tells him.
“and with me here?”
scott hums. “eh, i’m still making up my mind.”
jimmy laughs, tipping his head back, and scott gazes at him. there’s so much warmth in his chest, he could explode.
“I love you.” scott tells him, affection dripping from each word.
jimmy moves a hand to cup his face and presses their foreheads together. “I love you too. I won’t ever stop loving you, not until the day I die.”
scott smiles, eyes closed. “‘til death do we part.”
and part they did.
#flower husbands#this is crap ik lmao#hoax writes#wcsmp#witchcraft smp#trafficshipping#empiresshipping#<- not technically but jic
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I was wrong.
When folklore came out I claimed that hoax was haylor and ofc the toes said it was about Joe bc of the line “don’t want no other shade of blue but you” in which I replied “why would u want this sad ass song to be about Joe?” Now here I am saying I was wrong! Now we all know it was certainly about that skeevy man!
#I have removed hoax from my haylor playlist#Taylor stayed with that man for years after writing hoax…#if ur thinking about coming after me go listen to hoax#think about this: Taylor’s saddest songs are bc of him…
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MADS! Thoughts on the Circe Saga?? :00
I'm here now, Niko!!! I answer now!!!
Many thoughts!!!
Honestly, the way he sings "twelve long years" fucked me up. He genuinely sounds like he's about to fucking cry and it fucks me UP!!!!
Silly thing but I wish they brought the pig dog toy that Circe tossed in the first version of Puppeteer.
Hermes is a fucking mad lad and I love it >:D he's just scuttling about everywhere!!!
I thought the "Imagination" for Moli and the kind of video game fight was quite neat!!! Wasn't expecting it but neat!
And I still love "...I don't think I follow?" He's an Asexual/demisexual wifeguy.😂 (Odysseus ofc, :P Not Jay)
If you want analysis, It'll come!!! Just absorbing right now 😌
#I've seen people upset about Jay “erasing what actually happened” or not adding the fact that they stay a year. but I don't blame#him for not adding it. As it's complex and well. this happens to Odysseus TWICE😭 And I think he's saving the more upsetting part#for Calypso's saga :'D#Mad rambles#shot by odysseus#ask#nikoisme#honesty good on Jay for that “hoax” in a way with his “I didn't know I could write spicy” to get people guessing only for it to not#end up as such! Also with it on Valentine's day. I was nervous at first if the fandom would have piss on the poor comprehension about#such scenes but it's clear cut and I'm thankful for that!!!
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#aw fuck i just realized writing the alt that i forgor to draw hoaxe's ass god damn it#hoaxe#kabbu#cenn#my art#bug fables#bug fables spoilers#kind of i guess#that hoaxe is a lil fucking noodle of a man#they built this guy out of spaghetti yknow?#q
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For anyone keeping up with The Hoax on AO3...
Chapter 16 might be delayed. 😬😬
I've been sick- technically, I'm still a little sick... But I'm also mentoring at a FIRST Robotics competition this weekend.
If time allows, I'll put it up on time. If not, it'll be posted sometime next week.
Thanks for understanding!
#happyaspie writing#the hoax#tony stark#peter parker#ooc may parker#marvel#peter parker and tony stark#sorry!#first robotics competition#frc
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