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lonelysucker7 · 3 months

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Cigarettes out the Window

Pairing: Kaine Parker/Louise Kennedy

Summary: Based on the comic “Spider-Man: The Lost Years” (Specifically issue #3). Kaine Parker remembers his intimate time with detective Louise Kennedy and those cigarettes she never stopped smoking.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Heavy angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence, drug references

Not proofread. Wanted to make this after I got inspired by a song. Is it a song fic? Not really, but you could feel the references in here. The fic no one asked but the one I needed haha.

Enjoy!

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Kaine grew accustomed to the smell of cigarette smoke over the years.

Everywhere he walked, his nose caught the scent of burn wafting in the air from someone smoking in a dark corner. Or someone dangling their hand mindlessly out the window with the stick in their fingers as he swinged through the city.

But every once and then on the top of a rooftop, the highest there could be in Houston he would stare up in the night sky watching the stars glow. And its beauty becomes interrupted by the smell of smoke.

Even at the highest peak, it was always there.

She was there. Louise Kennedy.

A blur of memories that came back to him even in his sleep, startled him awake and he gasped her name out. His mind raced and his eyes searched the darkness of the hotel room and found nothing. Heard nothing.

Kaine would check on the sleeping Aracely, making sure she was alright and unharmed. Then he would leave to hang out on the balcony, taking an overview of the city lights go on and off like little flames in the night.

Nothing would beat their glow except the moon, the stars, the sun and a lighter.

In his own silence he thinks back to those many years ago…

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“Louise, why do you smoke?”

The half dressed blonde woman looks back over her shoulder towards the man on the couch who called for her attention. Her pink lips stretched to a friendly smile.

“They calm me down from my high. Or at least, feed more pleasure to it.”

The man nods a little, processing her words carefully. He thinks back to their shared kisses of intimacy and the tongue in his mouth swirls a little inside, tasting the faint flavor of smoke. It was sweet and sour.

His mind snaps back to reality as the couch sinks a little and the weight of Louise’s body acknowledges her presence. He can feel himself starting to smile as her head rests on his shoulder. He watches the way her lips move around the stick adjusting it to comfort, and her nose exhaling the smoke from there.

The way she does these things, it’s strange and amusing to him almost. But he can’t help but wrinkle his nose a little and lift a hand to rub the smell away. This action catches Louise’s attention and she leans away from him slightly.

“Oh, sorry about that Kaine.” Her hand comes up to remove and burn out the cigarette on the tray, but her wrist is grabbed gently by him. Kaine shakes his head and assures her.

“Don’t mind me ruining your moment. I’ll get used to it in time.” He offers a faint smile to her. Louise smirks a little in return and she nods, feeling his hand carefully pull away from hers. She drags another bit of the cigarette in her mouth and exhales slowly, letting out a soft giggle.

Louise reaches again for her cigarette and she turns to Kaine, raising it up to him. He eyes it curiously, the smoke following its swift trail behind it. Kaine gets the hint she wants him to try it out. With the back of his hand, he pushes it away from him and says,

“No thank you. I… I don’t like it.”

Louise raises an eyebrow, making a face that she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“How could you not like it?”

“Don’t really like the essence of it.”

“So you’ve never tasted it?”

“Never.” Kaine raises an eyebrow as she scoffs in response. She inhaled the smoke again and exhales it with a sigh. She says,

“Everyone smokes here. Am I supposed to believe that easily you don’t?”

Kaine snorts lightly. “I’m not like anyone else.”

Louise rolls her eyes a bit, and she waves him dismissively. She shifts in her seat and amusingly says, “How many times will you go on saying that?”

Kaine shrugs, pushing some of his curls closer to his face almost creating a curtain between him and Louise. He mumbled, “As much as I need to remind… myself.”

Louise sighs a little bit more loudly, and she gets on the couch to sit up on her knees. Her hands trail up to his arm and she leans closer to him. Kaine could smell her perfumed scent mixed in with the smoke, as he closed his eyes when he heard her soft honeyed voice near his ear.

“You're right. Remind yourself that. But let me add that it’s because you’re unique. Much more than anyone else here. You’re my one in a million.”

Louise's warm hands moved around his body, snaking her arms around him. In the gentle embrace Kaine leaned more into her and let himself be comforted. The tension in his body became relaxed and both him and Louise leaned back on the couch together. He rested his head on her chest, listening to the calm heartbeat and breathing of her smoking.

The dark room is silent for a moment as he breaks it with a soft monotone voice.

“I think I’ll try it out sometime these days. Smoking.”

He feels Louise’s hand pat him lovingly on his back. A soft chuckle rumbles from her.

“Whatever you say sweetheart. I’ll be here for your first.”

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On the night of her funeral, Kaine did everything in his power to avoid attending. But after everything, after murdering her it was hard not to go back. A final goodbye at least.

For the night he crashed (literally) in her apartment. Kaine remembered how he slept on the couch that night, afraid to go to her room and not find her there despite knowing she was gone.

Everywhere the lingering smell of cigarettes and Louise’s sweet perfume held him on a chokehold. The room illuminated with the glow of the moon, keeping him both awake and asleep.

Eventually he walked to the curtains and closed them completely, leaving him and the darkness in each other's company.

Kaine stared at nothing in the darkness as his tears streamed down the sides of his face. No sound was uttered as he cried and he could feel himself falling apart by the minute. So much for being one in a million. At this moment he had wished Louise pulled the trigger of the gun on him.

The weight of her betrayal was still fresh in his mind as her facade fell and became the monster he overlooked. Her twisted heart capable of fooling a love to a monster left him so blind and vulnerable. And yet in his mind he still insisted he was something, anything to her. She did spare him. She really did…And both paid the price for their faults.

Her screams couldn’t leave his mind as she struggled violently to be let go of his hold, her back pushing against his chest. He recalled his nose burying near her hair as he smelled her one more time. And the feeling of her delicate neck breaking and burning in his hands was a brutal reminder of the horrible joy he got from relieving the burden Louise had become to him. The many times he kissed that neck and face he never saw what the outcome would be in the end for those parts.

Now he knew.

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He left her place the moment the funeral had passed, bothering to clean up whatever mess he left. Underneath the couch he picked out the pack of cigarettes that she must have dropped and become lost.

Mindlessly he shoved those in his back pocket. And checked the place once again. And left.

Atop the buildings he ran and jumped, the rain crashing down to hit him in the face like a whip. Remembering when he first arrived in Utah, the first thing he saw was the graveyard. Not like it mattered to him at the time, only imagining what he would be like dead in one of those places.

For Louise to make it her final resting place was no surprise. How she died could have ended up differently.

He would have preferred her death to be the hand of her own smoking addiction. Get lung cancer once she aged. One where she’d be a dead woman walking.

Living, but dying.

At last he arrived at the graveyard, and he wasted no time walking around each place to find her name. He could have laughed if he realized it should have been obvious which one was hers. Everyone had their own set of flowers, dead and alive.

Louise Kennedy, had none.

Stopping in front of her, he slowly felt his chest swell up with the bubbling feeling of guilt and anger. It was pathetic and almost pitiful to see how her area was completely empty. Maybe she had no family close to her mourning for her. He didn’t sit down on the ground, instead squatting and hunched over as the rain poured down on his head. Kaine didn’t say a word, and just lowered his eyes feeling incapable of reading her name carved on the headstone.

His legs and body began to hurt from the position he was on and he decided to sit in the moist ground. He felt everything soak him up. His face was becoming wet and he couldn’t tell which of the wetness between the rain and his tears were.

Oddly, it was warm.

In his seat he shifted a little as his eyebrow raised when he felt something discomforting from behind his pants. Pulling it out, a shaky breath exhaled from his mouth. His chest hurt even more now that he was holding something very close to the person that once lived: Her pack of cigarettes.

The box was warm in the grip of his hand. Maybe he didn’t bring flowers but he brought her favorite thing. His silence and the soft trickle of rain hitting the ground were present in the background as he kept staring at the box. The edge of his thoughts kept insisting him to do something right now. In that instant an idea popped in his mind. He stared at the ground of her grave and back at the small pack and a startling giggle escaped his lips.

He remembered how he never really tried his first cigarette. She said she would be witness. And here they were: together again. Such a perfect final goodbye for them both. Shaking the box to his ear to listen if there was enough, he gritted his teeth in satisfaction. He turns to her grave and a rough mock in his tone rings out.

“Share a final smoke with me, Louise. You said you were gonna see me. Now watch.”

Staring at the pack he turned it in his hand noting the wrinkles on the surface. He paused when he noticed a faint pink smudge, and dented teeth on the side. The pad of his thumb traced there a little, feeling the small bumps underneath his fingertip. The pink smudge spread slightly to the right.

Lipstick.

Perhaps her hands were busy at the time and must have held the box in between her teeth. Well no more of that now. Shaking the box, two cigarettes dropped out onto his palm and he pulled out a lighter he had found on a nearby counter.

He ignited the lighter to life with a shaky thumb, taking a couple tries to make the spark. The open flame flickered in and out from the rain that crossed its way. Nearing both cigarette tips, they gently began to burn red and smoke emitted from them.

He closed the cap and tossed it aside on the ground near her headstone. With both sticks in his fingers, he shifted in his seat on the ground. He raised one towards his lips, muttering,

“One for me…”

His chapped lips wrapped around the stick, adjusting them comfortably with a small roll.

“…And one for you.”

He stretched forward and jabbed the cigarette in the middle of the dirt as it stared upwards. Sad quiet eyes watched it fight, keeping itself burning, but the weight of the rain was too much. The stick slowly shrunk down in the dirt, unable to keep its shape intact. The faint sizzle of the stick began to wane, the smoke whipping in the wind.

In an instant… The burn was gone.

Too bad.

Now it was his turn.

Carefully he took a slow drag of the cigarette with a pucker, closing his eyes as the smoke of nicotine settled in his lungs. The rich and nasty flavor settled on his tongue like nothing. The familiar taste of her kiss instantly coming back to him and his eyes watered. The rain pattered on his hair heavily, matting down his curls and they stuck on his breaking skin. His breathing ragged a little, already feeling the pinch on his throat and lungs at the same time, and his hands dug the soft earth beneath him.

A haze moved in his mind, almost leaving him in a trance like state. He lolls his head to the side and his eyes read the letters on the headstone.

R…I…P…L…O…U…I..—

“ARGH—!”

Kaine’s body aggressively recoils forward as the cellular degeneration kicks in, and his mouth drops the cigarette onto the ground. His hands reached up to his face, gripping his cheeks as he felt the skin stretch and rip a little apart. He lets out a bloodcurdling scream as the pain of smoke in his lungs and throat adds to his trigger. It burned and cooled, like chewing a mint gum and drinking water. He chokes out his tears, coughing out and huffing as much fresh air he can to ease his pain. His sight keeps being blurred by a mix of his tears and the rain.

His eyes keep darting at her headstone, and he shuffles desperately forward quickly pressing his face on the surface of it. He felt the coldness sink calmly onto his skin, wishing for her warm arms to wrap around him. Just like she always did.

Please… please Louise…

The rain kept on and the rumble of thunder came and went from time to time.

The pain eventually left, and he was left in a mess of grime, dirt, blood, and the taste of smoke. Gently he pulls himself away from the headstone and moves back, gritting his teeth feeling his bones shake inside him.

The feeling of wanting to go home ached immensely. But what home? After this what now? Questions he would soon have to respond on his own with any hope he had left. And that was the problem. He hoped too much.

Kaine pushed himself up from the ground, staggering back with a groan. His eye catches the box of cigarettes on the ground, sticks spilled and stained with dirt from his thrashing.

He didn’t know what to do except push the box near her grave and with the heel of his foot, started grinding it down. And he kept doing it and doing it and doing it, a new found rage burning again. He never liked them anyway. He probably never will. His mind rushed in an angry thrill,

I hate you I hate you I hate you—!

“…I-I love you.”

Hurriedly he pushes the dirt and grass onto the cigarettes, burying them and flats it out as if nothing had happened. And he turned away from Louise’s grave, not wanting to look at her again. He walks away with the bitter taste of her cigarette on his tongue. The rain settled down to a quiet drizzle, the peppered stars on the night sky twinkling.

She will never leave his mind. If there was smoke, she would be there.

Always.

#kaine parker #Louise Kennedy #I hope i didn’t make anyone cry #I cried writing this hahah #writers on tumblr #writer #I said “frick hw I wanna do this instead.#No I don’t smoke #Don’t do drugs kids #I had to look up people smoking and hear them talk about their experience #Ik this is the least ship anyone wanted but it’s the one I needed to be explored a little #Angst #death mention tw #tw violence #tw drugs #Oh by experience I mean like how do cigarettes taste like and all that #Smoking has a new meaning to me now #spider man #It’s just only brief in the beginning that’s why and the rest is just what happened afterwards #Did I even explore the relationship? I’m starting to think not really #This fic is NOT canon to the story I repeat it’s just a FANFIC #marvel comics #Also teeny reference to the lovely #aracely penalba #Spider-Man: The Lost Years #Louise Kennedy/Kaine Parker

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darlin-collins · 5 months

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this fandom is dying.

#and that's because the older members don't interracial as much #which i don't blame them for #the over sensitivety. the discourses over every small things. the lack of interesting things around #like a year ago #this fandom was blazing #fics left n right #like i would go to ao3 every single night in the darlin/sam tag and id find at least 5 new fics to read #this time last year we where exchanging fics to each other (both writer and non writers joined)#it was fun #threads were all over the place #headconons. character designs. trends #now? it's all gone #it's just do boring i started hating the channel itself #n i don't want that #but i don't know why or when it all became so... bland #and i hate it #i might just leave this fandom (not the channel) and focus on other channels/fandoms #which many has already did #without warning #which breaks my heart #i wanna say more #but im sure I'll offend somebody or another by actually saying it #redacted asmr #redactedasmr #redactedverse

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thegirlwholied · 2 years

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retcons. they're a writing tool. they're not fundamentally a bad tool. though I greet them more often with an "ugh, retcon" than a "nice, retcon"-

and that's often because they're overwrites. sometimes carelessly so, the 'didn't pay enough attention to what came before'/'guess I changed it' route. And sometimes retcons are the 'that's not the story I want to tell now or I can do better than that' route.

Andor is doing the second type of retcon, and interestingly so, because there wasn't a whole lot there to retcon *and yet* they are managing to do that.

When Rogue One came out, Disney dropped a bunch of expanded universe material. The NEW expanded universe, because they'd already ditched the old one, to avoid conflicts; this new one could be consistent (ha, ha, ha).

In those 2016 detail books we got the facts on Cassian Andor's backstory: from the planet Fest (clearly carefully chosen for its old EU history), father killed during a protest against militarization on Imperial Academy planet Carida (another world with EU history), involved with a Separatist cell from age 6 on...

Anddd anyone who'd read those extended materials knew Andor the show was ditching that backstory within seconds of him dropping the name 'Kenari' in context that was immediately clear it was his home planet. I appreciated at least getting a nod to the backstory we had since 2016 with dropping that his 'cover story' planet was Fest. They definitely were aware and chose not to go that route. And that's OK! they have a story they want to tell, they're digging into some interesting themes and meanings and...

Well. Either way it's a retcon. A minor one that 97% of the audience will never notice or care about. And yes they're still keeping to the spirit of that key line in Rogue One-

"I've been in this fight since I was six years old"

- clearly the mining disaster on Kenari presumably happened when Cassian was six years old. So his childhood was ruined by the Empire then and he's been resisting them ever since, it's not that it renders it untrue it's just-

it's just that he's pulling a moral high ground with that line over Jyn whose life was also ruined by the Empire at eight years old and was raised as a child soldier by Saw Gerrera, a character whose very name is designed to evoke guerilla warfare...?

I mean a Cassian who's already been in prison and is scrapping by and sticking it to the Imperials all he can, drawing those character parallels between them even closer then are we, but the whole crux of that (excellently written & filmed I'm still not over it) argument hinges on Cassian's relationship with/committment to the Rebellion above all else. The show's retcon has just... shortened that relationship. By quite quite a bit.

And there is now some unintentional irony, from this retcon, if Jyn was actually (via Saw's cell) part of the Rebellion longer than Cassian.

...it's fine, it's fine, tbh watch them retcon Jyn's backstory soon enough, it's a very minor retcon and maybe future episodes will reveal Cassian has been doing more actual rebelling than it seems and... nonetheless. Ugh retcon.

#andor #andor spoilers #cassian andor #rogue one #does no one else think kenari sounds a little too much like kenobi #I'm not saying fest is a great name but goddammit it was a planet that existed #i really don't understand why so many of the Disney movies/shows (except Mandalorian to a degree but even Rogue One my beloved did this)#refuse to use and build on old EU planet names #there's a frigging galaxy map #there's decades of source material #and every fan fic writer out there seems capable of doing research and crafting creatively off those details #yet it's mostly just been new planet after new planet #i do like that they name dropped Wobani in Andor #I'm not saying i dislike the show!#the choice to retcon feels a bit dismissive of the work of the writers who put together all those Rogue One books and those who bought?#it's by no means exclusive to this show this kind of thing happens all the time #my writing philosophy is just more 'work with what you have' vs 'this is a round peg and i want a square hole so let's make it a square'#that sounds harsher than i mean it to- sometimes the square hole is the better hole!#but just #ugh retcon

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jasonsmirrorball · 4 months

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can i be a hater for a second

#some ppl on here can be so annoying i’m so srs 😭 this isn’t a sub post at anyone in particular i just got a random rant come up from a tag -#-that i follow #like bro why r you putting every tag in the world on your post that has NOTHING to do with it #it’s always fic readers too talking about ‘oh i hate when fic writers do xyz i hate this and that’ then don’t read it??? omfg #did you know you’re in control of what you consume??? i know this is a life altering revelation to u #head in my hands WRITE WHAT YOU WANT then!!!! you have so many complaints about x reader like. it’s never that serious. u r on tumblr.com #sweetaurore

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bookdragonbeth · 1 year

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Just binged all of shadow and bone and im just gonna say i loved it yes its different to the books but honestly the characterisation the relationships the pacing how intense it was so good i loved it the ending for alina and mal worked so well like i know theyve changed the crows plotline but i think itll still work with the ice court heist plus jurda parem and facing jan van eck storylines and theyve built up and established the characters relations really well for that and honestly i just want to say well done for the writers for working that much plot and backstory and character developments into 8 episodes and the way they weaved the soc and sab stories together is impressive like i know i couldnt have looked at all the books and fit it into a few hours

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jamiemoonymarks · 1 year

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Me watching the word count climb on the one shot I’m writing, but progressing nowhere with the story:

#I’ve been writing this for over a month and I’ve reached 11k #please send help #and this was from an OTP PROMPT #but noOoOoOoO #I have to give background information on everything in the story #and do worldbuilding even tho it’s a FANFIC #the world is literally already established but that doesn’t stop me #did I mention that they haven’t even KISSED YET?#at 11K words #and to make things worse I have a language processing disorder that basically means I have a really hard time getting thoughts on paper #I fucking hate my brain why do you have to be broken and also want to be a GODDAMN WRITER #writing #writing struggles #fic writing struggles #Hedric #one shot #s speaks

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rewordthis · 4 months

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So~ I tried to investigate in a roundabout way a spoiler (for WIP purposes) and look what I found! The Nanami Kento watch! I didn’t even remember this?! Lmao They even had a leopard-like 🐆 section, for crying out loud!

Btw, Nanami’s original-inspired-from watch costs 550,500¥…

And from episode 20, we know Gojo’s shirt costs 250,000¥(before tax, too)…

Now, we normally use the “.” at thousands and the “,” for cents here, so it took me some time to remember that… and then I went; let’s check the exchange rates! ☝️

How naive of me….

People… I cannot express in coherent, human sounds how these prices managed to give me a heart attack, a stroke and an ulcer simultaneously!!!

I feel sick… 🤯😵‍💫🫠

[edit: a typo in Nanami’s watch price… I hate retrograde~ 🙄]

#gojo satoru #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #this is what I get for wanting more specific info for my fics…#ugh!#such is the life of a writer I guess…#writing frustrations #fandom talk #like gojo’s shirt got coffee stains…#what if nanami’s watch had gotten broken while he was alive?#i can easily imagine him having a stroke too?! why did he buy that?!#or better yet… how much money had he already saved to spent on one fucking watch??? *screams*#he COULD have gone to kuantan and make that house then???👀👀👀#i mean he probably didn’t have enough to retire yet #but for a small house? or to have some 2-3 months vacation time??? very possible.#this would have done wonders for his anxiety. com’on! 😫

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00queasy00 · 3 months

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#ive started printing out my fave fics for my own personal collection #AKA stories to bring while i play the waiting game doing adult responsibilities #and holy shit idk why i havent started doing this soon - ive read of people feeling emotional of holding their fave fics in their hands #feeling it in the physical world and bruh i get it now. i get it. holding 'sola fide' and 'burnt ice cream' in my hands had me feeling #so many things - mainly emotional and idk i just feel so strongly about fics and feel so grateful to exist in the same timeline where #writers share their stories with us. and holding it in my hands like my fave books got me feeling emotional #i did not do fancy bookbinding - but i dream to do so one day #its also insane how many pages many of these are in the physical world -- like the stories i want to print are 150k+ word count and i plan #to slowly work up to that but man that is insane (w/ authors out here writing big volumes of stories + me reading with pure dedication) :O #kudos to those that read till the end of these tag rambles filled with mistypes :0

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an-eldritch-peredhel · 3 months

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Finwë/Míriel Þerindë | Míriel Serindë, Finwë/Indis (Tolkien), Indis & Míriel Þerindë | Míriel Serindë, Finwë/Indis/Míriel Þerindë | Míriel Serindë, Míriel Þerindë | Míriel Serindë & Vairë the Weaver, Fëanor/Nerdanel (Tolkien) Characters: Míriel Þerindë | Míriel Serindë, Finwë (Tolkien), Indis (Tolkien), Vairë the Weaver, Fëanor (Tolkien), Fingolfin (Tolkien), Nerdanel (Tolkien), Maedhros (Tolkien), Morgoth Bauglir | Melkor Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Romantic Soulmates, Platonic Soulmates, Parental Soulmates, Non-Traditional Soulmate Dynamics, Ficlet Collection, Unreliable Narrator, just a lil bit, Mythology - Freeform, Just the first chapter, Angst and Tragedy, Character Study, Relationship Study, might be more accurate, Additional Warnings in Chapter Notes, im sorry for tagging gen alongside relationships, but different chapters have such wildly different focuses, so picking multi or other wouldn't really do it, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Chapter Summary:

Míriel, regardless of her marks, is destined to be a star.

#my writing #silmarillion #silm fic #miriel #miriel therinde #finwe #indis #vaire #soulmates #in which we get to the format that the fic will actually be in lol #also if anyone wants to talk about why i chose the marks i did please comment i would love to ramble #this chapter and the next are why i wrote the first one #because i think having some of the cultural context that the elves would will enhance them #the next one especially because hoooo boy #im really embracing the silmarillion writer mindset of 'in this au i will make things worse :)'

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syncrovoid-presents · 10 months

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Hiya friend!! (Can I call you that? I don't know!) I thought I should share a silly drawing that reminds me of you! (Not trying to be rude! It just reminds me of your personality and art!) Have a lovely rest of your day!

Also, any fun facts about the home zone that don't reveal to much? (Just curious!)

Hello Friend!! (sure! if I can call you friend too @:]) This is very fun, thank you for sharing the art! It's very cool, lots of fun colours! It is Very Fun seeing a representation reminders of the vibes you've found here @:D

Hmm as for Home Zone, I don't want to spoil anything but I can give some environmental fun facts!

There exists a blueprint of the apartment, and though things get wonky the layout remains the same (or mostly, sometimes walls just need to grow haha). The Home Zone was named by a commentor and the name works in multiple layers!

Other fun facts about the Home Zone (speed round! I have so many thoughts!!)

The MC has multiple photographs they've taken up around their apartment. Originally the deer picture scene also had a description for warped photos of birds, a sail boat off in the water, and of a sunset! I'm a big fan of Deer Horror so I kept that part in, but the rest are part of the story in my mind haha. Because it is You, You can imagine any photo being warped in that scene

The dragon statue in chapter 16 being warped is a Charizard @:)

I don't know if anyone cause it, but the odd Duck Bowl in one of the earlier Home Zone chapters (I forget exactly which one, but it is likely chapter 12 to 14?) is a reference! It is Duck Guy from Don't Hug Me I'm Scared (in strange uncanny bowl form, I thought it was funny @:p )

The wires from the ceiling is based off of what electrical wiring can look like in an unfinished space. I've lived in many under-construction places and the electricity is shut off so the wires are safe. It looks funny though!

The atmosphere of Home Zone is heavily impacted by the non-physical environment of all the ""characters"" in the story (is this a spoiler? I don't think so? I think people picked up on that(?))

It is also called Home Zone (to me, to me. This is a Silly Thought you now know!) because I think Wally calls the MC's apartment home because anywhere his Friends like are a part of his home. Because he thinks Home means something like Safety and Care, and he Cares about his friends (home is where the heart is, etc etc. I don't know if I explained it well, but he is just a Silly Little Guy!)

Additional fun fact: Wally is the MC's height for a reason! I cannot share because that would be a spoiler, but there is a reason!!

I could ramble a LOT about The Consequence of Imagination's Fear (I think about it a lot!) But i shall limit it to that. Thank you for the ask, this was really fun to answer!!

Have a Lovely day or night too, and keep being awesome @:D

#ask.txt #syncrovoid.txt #this is so sweet!! thank you for the fun art @:)#the consequence of imagination's fear #the new chapter is in the works.. i have been debating on what to do with it (there is So Much!! there is So Much!!)#and that is why it is taking aome time to release. i want to go forwards with the best version #and there have been many versions of this chapter!!! so many thoughts! so many What-Ifs!#the last chapter was so important to a lot and has somewhat different vibes than the other chapters (or maybe it felt different writing it!)#and depending on the what-ifs the vibes may continue to evolve because the MC is now free from the Home Zone (or are they? i dont know @:P )#welcome home #technically??#i have also been distracted by learning digital art. my apologies!! but the break in writing helps with any writer's block that comes to be #also if anyone DID read all these notes.. i am always happy to get asks about my fic(s)!! it is so Fun! and i appreciate Your Curiousity @:)

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