@pumpkinpaperweight had a dream and now im suffering with brainrot. The "only sophie got taken so agatha went after her" post, and im not ok, im not ok. I have this plot in my head now, ideas and dialouges, but will i actually do it? idk
so here's a couple sketches i did, what i imagined what happens at the aftermath of the kidnapping
aaaarrghh i want this to be a full blown au so bad you have no idea i am not okkk aaaaaaaahh
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@delouieofgrandeur i think these two should kill themselves actually
Squinting through her spectacles, Brittany slipped a needle through the other's wound. Though typically efficient, it seemed even he was not as invincible as he painted himself out to be. Once again, karma had caught up to him... once again, she was patching him up.
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❝ I know we agreed I wouldn't judge your methods, ❞ Another jab to the side of his torso, tone flat as ever. Brittany finished with a tug and tied a knot at the end of the wound. The Koppaite would have been more compassionate if his refusal to speak was out of actual reflection instead of vitriol for his begrudging caretaker.
❝ But you're running through our medical supplies too fast, Louie. ❞ Gauze pressed and tape applied, she turned to analyze the rest of their kit. What should have been a month had become a fortnight at best thanks to the Hocotatian's recklessness. ❝ Alphie was here a week ago. He shouldn't have to waste his time on you. ❞
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I guess it finally happened….
If things were different is finally over!
A messy ending but better than not having an ending. 🙏🏻
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WELCOME TO THE BONE CLUB
I-
I’m
Uh
I’m flattered
And flattened to the road
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Better late than never 🙈😂. Chapter 8 is now posted on Ao3.
“Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!”
Chapter Summary: It's hell week, and emotions are high. What happens when things heat up?
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Excerpt:
“Fuck, I’m tired,” Aaron groaned Monday at lunch, dropping his head onto the arm he had slung on the table. “How do you guys do this all year, from show to show?” His eyes slowly drifted over to look at Sander and Senne, but his question also encompassed Elias and Younes behind him.
Younes leaned over Aaron's back, crossing his arms to rest on his shoulder blade. “Habit?”
“Insanity?” Elias offered.
“Better than being bored?” Senne suggested with a shrug.
“I dunno,” Sander smiled. “I like it. I like all the fuss, the busy schedule, the anticipation, the excitement. I think it’s fun, and as a bonus, it makes me have to hyper-focus to get my schoolwork done. I waste a lot less time.”
Aaron face-planted onto the table, taking Younes with him in a thump. “I wish it worked like that for me. I’m so behind I’m seriously considering skipping rehearsal or school or both.”
“You’ll be fine,” Robbe said from his position at Sander’s other side. “If you want, we can meet up early before tech on Saturday or sometime this week. I can help with science and whatever else you need.”
Aaron lunged forward, grabbing the lapels of Robbe’s blazer, and with fire in his eyes, said, “Thank you. Oh my fucking God, please, yes.” He let go slowly, flopping back into his seat to exhaustedly lean his head on Jens’s shoulder, who rolled his eyes but put up no fuss.
Younes, who’d been completely dislodged from Aaron's back, sat up wearily. “Hey, who’s offering to do my homework?”
Robbe threw a napkin at him. “I’m not doing his homework! Just helping.”
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