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Okay, so you know how when you travel a lot you usually have that one random, mostly pointless item that just stays in your suitcase for no apparent reason? I present to you: Team Red's Random Suitcase Stuff!
CARMEN: A deck of playing cards, kept in her carry-on. A pickpocket's hands always like to be busy, and Carmen busies hers with a deck, just shuffling them over and over, dealing herself a round of solitaire if there's time and a convenient table (and yes, she cheats even when playing with herself; it drives Player nuts because there's literally no reason to do that!). Or, if the sibs or Shadowsan are up for losing, a game of poker or blackjack or what have you. She taught herself a couple of tricks, too, a simple oil-and-water or force, and has rightfully earned herself the title of Really Cool Sorceress among the kids in her mother's orphanage.
IVY: A car hobbyist magazine. It's an old one; she's read it cover to cover, even the boring stories, and it's practically falling apart, but she hates not having *any* reading material more. She keeps meaning to replace it, but just hasn't gotten around to it.
ZACH: A bag of cheese puffs "for emergencies." It's probably expired, but, eh, everyone knows those dates are just suggestions.
PLAYER (during his gap year traveling with Carmen): A Gameboy Advanced complete with game cartridge (always charged; he's no slacker). Yeah, he has some games on his phone and knows how to pull up Pac-Man and Minesweeper on Google, but there's just something about a Gameboy that makes it better for unwinding in the hotel. Plus Zach and Ivy love taking turns on it; many a hotel night has been spent with the four of them (because Carmen's not about to be left out) piled on a bed crowding around whoever's turn it is and providing commentary.
SHADOWSAN: Nothing. He is orderly and disciplined and knows how to keep his belongings in their proper places; he does not have anything like that.
(he's lying, because in a little-used pocket there may be a polaroid photo of Carmen, Zach, and Ivy from that time Ivy found a camera in the closet under the warehouse stairs and wanted to see if it worked. If fell in there completely by accident, and he's been meaning to ask Ivy if she wants it but....well, he's been busy. He'll say something the next time he sees her...if it comes up.)
BONUS:
JULIA: A book. Specifically a (dense) nonfiction work about English medieval life encompassing the early, high, and late middle ages. She's read it a few times, but in her defense it's a very compelling read.
("Bah! Of course you would have a book, Miss Argent, filled with facts and things." "What's wrong with a book?" "It is predictable. Now, my suitcase: one would never guess I'm carrying-")
CHASE: Mints.
("These have an expiry date of 1997." "So? It's my lucky roll." "That is over twenty years ago. I'm not sure you should keep these. They can't possibly be safe to eat." "Always paranoid, Miss Argent. They are perfectly fine, see- MON DIEU!!!")
#carmen sandiego 2019#carmen sandiego#shadowsan#zach#ivy#chase devineaux#julia argent#player bouchard#my writing#in which i write
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EVERY has exactly the same effect on good omens fans that the g note had on mcr fans a few years ago
#it's actually very funny it brings back memories#like... the collective hysteria#the power that word holds over us..#history repeats itself#mcr#good omens#my chemical romance#good omemes#neil gaiman#my post#in which i write
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FebruarOC Day 13: Melody
(Combining with the ockissweek prompt "sunrise")
By the time dawn began to tint the sky in shades of pink and purple, the city had finally quieted, sleep claiming most of its inhabitants. Melody, unfortunately, couldn’t count herself among those lucky enough to catch a few hours of rest that night.
For most of the night, it had been the celebrations that kept her awake. It was only once Ashe had insisted they all go to bed that Melody found sleep evading her. Alone in the silence, the darkness pressed in on her until she felt like she was suffocating, until she had to flee or drown in her own thoughts.
The next few hours were spent wandering the quiet castle corridors until the impending dawn drove her to a secluded balcony where she could watch the sun rise.
Melody let out a long breath as she stared out over the horizon. Even now this didn’t feel quite real, as if she would wake up at any moment and find nothing but shadowed tents and bitter longing on her tongue.
She wondered if any of the others felt the same. She wondered if it would ever stop feeling like a too beautiful dream.
Behind her, the soft click of metal announced the door opening. Melody whirled around, her hand going to her sword that she still carried despite the apparent safety.
Finn held up his hands. “Just me.”
“Finn.” Melody breathed his name in relief, her hand falling from the hilt of her sword as she relaxed. “What are you doing awake at this hour?” she asked.
“I could ask you the same thing,” Finn said as he crossed the balcony to join her at the railing. “I slept a little, but when I saw it was nearly dawn I thought I’d come out here. It’s been… a long time since I’ve seen the sun rise here. Since either of us have.”
“Over a decade,” Melody sighed.
“Yeah.” Finn studied her for a moment, then slid an arm around her waist and pulled her close. “By the way,” he murmured, “I heard you wandering around last night, after Ashe sent us to bed.”
“Sorry,” Melody apologized. “I didn’t mean to bother you. I just… couldn’t stop thinking. And it was too dark in my room, so… I wandered. Until now.”
“Well then,” Finn said. “After the sun rises, you can come with me, and see if you can’t catch a few hours of sleep. After all, I’m sure nobody will begrudge us a late morning.”
“Nobody but Ashe,” Melody pointed out.
“Then Ashe will have to deal with me, if he wants to disturb you before you’re ready,” Finn said, sounding all too sure of himself.
Melody couldn’t help but laugh. “My brave knight.”
“Of course.” Finn paused for a moment, then he gently pressed a kiss to Melody’s hair. “Whatever it takes.”
The first of the sun’s rays crept over the horizon, and Melody felt something in her chest loosen. No matter if this was a dream, if she would wake up tomorrow and find herself back in Calcheth or anywhere else, Finn would be there with her. And so long as they were together, things would be okay.
#writing#in which i write#snippets#the astral chronicles#the astral chronicles: part 1#februaroc#februaroc 2024#ockiss24
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Of course my brain waits until December to finish this, when it's cold in the northern hemisphere.
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so HEY it only took me ten months but new chapter of Be Bold by the end of this week
#what starting grad school does to a motherfuckerjdkfhkdj#also a new dnd campaign#and maybe a new role at work soon? idk man it's been a busy almost-year#BUT THE DRAFT IS DONE AND I'M VERY EXCITED#FOR REASONS THAT YOU WILL SOON DISCOVER#also i've been rereading be bold to get back into the swing of things and.#it is SHOCKING how much i love my own writing! not even separated by distance#i can't promise how long it'll take for the chapter after this one haha#but it feels GOOD to have the time to write again#a day in the life#in which i write
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail''#ah tumblr...#writeblr#warm up#idk . having trouble writing rn#ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum#i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for#i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" .....#no.... not really.....#idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography#like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days#furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing...#this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey.#idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me.#i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will#actually ever happen#ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum
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the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"
just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible
#due to the Great Data Decay academics write viciously argumentative articles on which episodes aired in what order#at conferences professors have known to engage in physically violent altercations whilst debating the air date number of household viewers#90% of the couch gags have been lost and there is a billion dollar trade in counterfeit “lost copies”#serious note: i'll be honest i always assumed it was english imperialism that made shakespeare so inescapable in the 19th/20th cent#like his writing should have become obscure at the same level of his contemporaries#but british imperialists needed an ENGLISH LANGUAGE (and BRITISH) writer to venerate#and shakespeare wrote so many damn things that there was a humongous body of work just sitting there waiting to be culturally exploited...#i know it didn't happen like this but i imagine a English Parliament House Committee Member For The Education Of The Masses or something#cartoonishly stumbling over a dusty cobwebbed crate labelled the Complete Works of Shakespeare#and going 'Eureka! this shall make excellent propoganda for fabricating a national identity in a time of great social unrest.#it will be a cornerstone of our elitist educational institutions for centuries to come! long live our decaying empire!'#'what good fortune that this used to be accessible and entertaining to mainstream illiterate audience members...#..but now we can strip that away and make it a difficult & alienating foundation of a Classical Education! just like the latin language :)'#anyway maybe there's no such thing as the 'greatest writer of x language' in ANY language?#maybe there are just different styles and yes levels of expertise and skill but also a high degree of subjectivity#and variance in the way that we as individuals and members of different cultures/time periods experience any work of media#and that's okay! and should be acknowledged!!! and allow us to give ourselves permission to broaden our horizons#and explore the stories of marginalized/underappreciated creators#instead of worshiping the List of Top 10 Best (aka Most Famous) Whatevers Of All Time/A Certain Time Period#anyways things are famous for a reason and that reason has little to do with innate “value”#and much more to do with how it plays into the interests of powerful institutions motivated to influence our shared cultural narratives#so i'm not saying 'stop teaching shakespeare'. but like...maybe classrooms should stop using it as busy work that (by accident or designs)#happens to alienate a large number of students who could otherwise be engaging critically with works that feel more relevant to their world#(by merit of not being 4 centuries old or lacking necessary historical context or requiring untaught translation skills)#and yeah...MAYBE our educational institutions could spend less time/money on shakespeare critical analysis and more on...#...any of thousands of underfunded areas of literary research i literally (pun!) don't know where to begin#oh and p.s. the modern publishing world is in shambles and it would be neat if schoolwork could include modern works?#beautiful complicated socially relevant works of literature are published every year. it's not just the 'classics' that have value#and actually modern publications are probably an easier way for students to learn the basics. since lesson plans don't have to include the#important historical/cultural context many teens need for 20+ year old media (which is older than their entire lived experience fyi)
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those first couple weeks after escaping a time loop have gotta be disorienting as all fuck. all those little cues that used to tell you what's about to happen are now triggers that cause you to brace for something that isn't coming. you have to relearn the permanence of death -- hell, you have reacquaint yourself with the entire concept of finality altogether. everything keeps changing but it never changes back and you keep having to remind yourself that this is normal. "it won't reset anymore," you echo to yourself, over and over and over, like a broken record, like you're still trapped in a loop, like someone who escaped the time loop but was doomed to bring it into the future with them
#orcspeak#edit: this is not about fanfic nor is it about a specific fanfic nor is it about a specific show or movie or book#this post is about the time loop trope itself which occurs in many different stories spanning many different art forms#i don't read or write fanfic and I'm not looking for fanfic recs and whatever character you think this is about there's#an 80 percent chance i don't recognize their name
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Me writing a scene with two or more people of the same gender and trying not to get the readers confused, while also trying not to overuse the characters' names or epithets
#writing memes#writing community#writing#lol#writer#it's so hard#it's actually easier than you think#Somehow I find ways to make it obvious which character I'm referring to
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really makes me laugh seeing some people complain doctor who is gay now. babe THIS aired in 2005. doctor who has been gay a long damn time get with the program
#random emma thoughts#doctor who#dw#a show with captain jack in it is gay?? WELL DUH#i watched this kiss when i was 8 and was unbothered#welcome to the gay show#these people would not have survived in 2005#and definitely would have frothed at the mouth at torchwood which is an even gayer show than dw#anyway why are people surprised rtd who is gay writes gay stories#15k
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'Tis the season for *fun* conversations
Fandom: Carmen Sandiego (2019)
Rating: G
Word Count: ~1,152
Just a little Christmas fun, inspired by my thinking about the societal constructs Carmen wouldn't have encountered growing up sequestered on VILE Island.
Apologies if this isn't very good, I've been trying to get out of a writer's block rut and this is the end result :/
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“What’s that supposed to mean?”
As one, Zach and Ivy turned from the television set to stare puzzled at Carmen, feet curled under her as she reclined on the hotel suite's armchair, then each other, exchanging baffled looks. The boss didn’t usually watch TV with them, spending post-caper evenings chatting with Player or people watching from hotel balconies or lobbies or nearby concourses; questions were to be expected on the odd occasions she did join them. But for this show?
“What’s what supposed to mean?” Ivy asked, setting down her can of Coke precariously on the arm of the couch.
Carmen gestured at the screen, indicating the kiddie Christmas cartoon that was the night’s main event. Really, she couldn’t see what made it, per Zach and Ivy’s insistence, "a classic" that “they had to watch:” most of the characters were on the mean side, especially the season’s ubiquitous Santa Claus (guy was a jerk to rival Shadowsan; what about him was worth celebrating for a solid month?), the music was tinny and off-key more than it was on, and the story about a deer who couldn’t catch a break was more aggravating than amusing (another seasonal mystery: what was festive about watching someone get bullied?).
But cartoons had been nonexistent on the Island, and watching the little stuffed animals seemingly, on their own accord, move was a diverting novelty. So while it was snowing too hard to avail themselves of what Chicago had to offer and she was gaining firsthand experience of what it was to be ‘snowed in,’ (something Player had found wildly amusing: “You said you wanted to know what living in Canada was like.” “I take it back.” “Too late!”) she’d accepted the siblings’ offer to pass the night with what was apparently an essential component of American Christmas, letting herself be mildly entertained by the childhood magic she’d missed out on in the form of an admittedly cute deer prancing across the screen, singing songs with an aspiring dentist (American Christmas did not make much sense).
Being mildly entertained did not preclude having questions, though.
“Man’s work,” She clarified, repeating Donner’s justification for excluding his nameless wife from searching for their runaway son. “What even is that?”
Neither sibling reached for the remote as the cartoon cut to a commercial break and ads began to blare, the television forgotten as they stared at Carmen like she’d just sprouted antlers to match the puppets on screen. “…Seriously?” Ivy asked, the word tight with disbelief. “You’ve never heard anyone say somethin’ like that? No one, like, ever said you couldn’t do something ‘cause you were a girl?”
“Um…” Carmen furrowed her brows, thinking back over her previous life on the Island. There were plenty of times she was told she couldn’t do something: play with Dr. Bellum's inventions, hike into the jungle by herself, poke around Countess Cleo’s wine cellar, rifle through Countess Cleo’s closet (the countess had been one of the main issuers of ‘don't-do-that’s, right after guess-who (again, jerk)), enroll in the Academy, sit in on Graduation (something she never did see but that still turned her stomach), leave. But the reasons had always boiled down to her being too young, too immature, too unruly; being a girl never had any bearing on the 'why's behind the 'no's.
“Ever?” Incredulous italics slanted through Ivy’s voice as Carmen slowly shook her head. “Wow.” She sat back on the sofa with a huff and crossed her arms over her chest, the Colgate spokesman’s smile taking on a suddenly nervous air at the venom in Ivy's glare. Grabbing her soda, she slammed back the rest of the can, then crushed it with a hand that had the innocent polar bears giving a growling crunch in alarm. “Guess VILE had something going for them after all.”
Confusion deepening (because how could VILE have anything going for them?), Carmen turned to Zach, the bowl of popcorn speckled with M&Ms and marshmallows sitting uncharacteristically forgotten in his lap. “Did I miss something?”
Zach blinked. “Apparently, sexism.”
“Sexism?" Carmen repeated slowly, the word an unfamiliar texture on her tongue. She flicked her gaze down at Ivy’s venomous snort, then bounced back to Zach. "What’s sexism?”
Zach's ears suddenly flamed to match his hair. "Uh..." He turned his attention to the all-consuming task of rummaging through the popcorn bowl for any bits marshmallows that’d survived Carmen’s turn with the bowl (a futile endeavor; she’d been commendably thorough). “You wanna take this one, Ives?”
“No.” Zach yelped as Ivy, face black, snatched her own handful of candy-dotted popcorn and champed it viciously, letting the unfortunate kernels pay for the insults of those idiots back at the track.
“But you have experience!”
“Experience?” (you could have experience at sexism? What, was it some sort of sport?)
“Which I’m *not* interested in rehashing!”
“Hey guys.” The brewing argument was doused by the sudden appearance of Player on the laptop monitor as it flickered to life on the coffee table. A bright lilt of laughing voices filtered through the door of the unfamiliar room he’d set up in, combining with the Santa hat sitting askew atop his head and array of snowmen, smiling elves, and red and green garnitures scattered about the space to give the (mostly) familiar tableau an unusually festive air. “Managed to snag a break from the family get-together festivities, so I thought I’d check in on how the snow day- well, night’s going.“
“Carm has a question for you!”
If Player was taken aback at Zach’s just-this-side-of-desperate interruption, he didn’t show it beyond a brow jumping into the faux-fur brim of the hat, merely turning to Carmen with a willing smile. “Sure thing. Fire away Red.”
“What’s sexism?”
The grin dropped, replaced with an expression that was dead-ringer for the ones Zach and Ivy had worn minutes before (was this a part of sexism?). “Sexism? For real?”
“Yes.”
Silence filtered through as realized that yes, his speakers were functioning properly, meaning that no, he hadn’t heard wrong. “Uh-huh…what are you guys watching again?”
“’Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.’”
Ah (well, now he had something else to add to the list of why he didn't like that cartoon).
“Ooooohhh boy.” Blowing out his cheeks, Player pulled off the hat and ran a hand through his hair, tipping the chair onto its back legs. He didn’t mind explaining things to Carmen, and really enjoyed being her guide to the world beyond VILE (truly; he wouldn’t have it any other way), but some things…well, some things are never fun to explain.
But she’d asked, so he’d do his best to answer. This should be interesting. “Well, you see Red…”
Ten eye-opening minutes later, Carmen was seething hotter than Ivy and on her way to blow off steam in the hotel’s complimentary gym, the cartoon having lost all magic.
Because while the truth of sexism was upsetting in and of itself, the realization that VILE, of all places, was free of the sin, and the mess of raveled feelings that burst from it, was a thousand times worse.
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Because at VILE, they believe in equal-opportunity evil, and they have a zero-tolerance policy for sexist comments. 🙃
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone! 💙
#carmen sandiego 2019#carmen sandiego#ivy#zach#player#carmen fanfic#my writing#in which i write#christmas
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the new tardis looks very nice but i honestly miss when it looked like it was going to fall apart any minute,, just a grubby wonky old thing
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FebruarOC Day 15: Owl
(Combining with the ockissweek prompts "darkness" and "rain")
Most of the streetlights in the area had either burned out or shattered ages ago, leaving the street shrouded in darkness. But there were still a few solar-powered fairy lights strung up between the buildings and Heron had gotten his hands on a couple of Firehawk’s flares, and with the reflection of far-off streetlights glimmering in the puddles on the street there was just enough light for Owl to keep track of Heron’s silhouette.
Said Heron was teetering on the edge of too drunk, splashing in the puddles and singing loud and off-key with the music he’d started playing when Gray had broken out the rum. Gray was sitting on one of the abandoned doorsteps, watching Heron with an expression somewhere between fond and regretting encouraging him with alcohol.
The regret definitely won out when Heron spun around and dragged his foot through a puddle, sending water whirling in an arch through the air and drenching Gray. “Heron!” she yelled.
Owl laughed and pushed himself out from the relative safety of his own doorway. He was already damp, so the rain didn’t bother him as he crossed the street.
Heron grinned when he saw Owl coming and took a step backwards. Owl knew him too well though, and before Heron could start the game of “catch Heron who is surprisingly fast when he’s drunk”, he darted forward and caught Heron around the waist.
“You,” he said, whirling Heron around and talking over Heron’s delighted laughter, “are remarkably obnoxious when you want attention.”
“Obnoxious is such an awful word,” Heron said, still giggling despite himself as he turned in Owl’s arms to face him. “I mean—”
Owl shut him up with a kiss. “There,” he said. “Is that what you wanted?”
“Much appreciated,” Heron mumbled, pulling Owl to sway with him in time with the music.
Owl caught Gray’s eye over Heron’s shoulder. Gray held up her cup in silent gratitude for taking on the hurricane that was Heron. Owl just grinned, because knowing Heron, he wouldn’t be contained for long—
Heron wiggled out of Owl’s grip and turned around. “Oh Graaaay,” he sang.
“No, don’t you dare splash me again,” Gray yelped.
Heron bounded across the street and grabbed the hand Gray flung up to protect herself. “Come on!” he said, pulling her up.
“Noooo,” Gray whined, but she must have known it was a losing battle, judging by the way she drained her cup and left it behind on the steps as Heron pulled her to her feet.
Once she was up, Heron twirled her around.
“Owl’s right,” Gray said, unable to hide her grin. “You are very obnoxious.”
“Luckily,” Owl added, slinging his arm around Heron’s shoulder and pressing another kiss to his cheek, “we can put up with it.”
#writing#in which i write#snippets#nova#februaroc#februaroc 2024#ockiss24#imma be real#heron/owl/gray was probably the first poly ship i had#like they were unofficially officially a trio long before i considered the aydan/jay/basil trio lol
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I LIVED BITCH
#in which i write#be bold be bold (but not too bold)#the plague upon the house#haven't formally updated since the end of april but i've had this dialogue outline ready to rock and roll since early june#the summer just ended up being not very conducive to writing lol#but!! my desk shifts start again today which means i get my writing time back#so i am COMMITTED to getting this next chapter to you by october#although in comparison to the last two chapters this one's considerably shorter#so who knows? might come sooner!
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always darkest before the dawn
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chromacolor beams... ...become mydreams
4mulaone
hi im stupid
nocontextsmosh
abandon your god
fellwhite
Future Princess could take my future anytime