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Had been thinking about this post (which is a fake excerpt from an imaginary narrative written to mock 'tumblr prose'), and how most "no actually this is good" comments are highlighting how the construction of individual sentences is interesting, how some of the language is evocative, how it Goes Hard. Because that post is written badly in a very thoughtful manner that focuses on core structural issues rather than going for low hanging fruit of poor technical proficiency with the written word, it is not bad in the most "obvious" of ways. So I think this is a legit learning opportunity, but also I don't want to dunk on anyone so instead I will just preach to the choir of My Followers.
But yeah like to be more constructive than just going "lol tumblr prose bad", really the issue in Large part that characterizes "tumblr prose" (which to be clear I don't think is a discrete thing and at most is a combination of several writing tendencies influenced by the medium of Online) comes down to the lack of real contrast in Any aspect of narrative construction, and an obsession with being quotable and constantly being at 100% of Going Hard (which go hand in hand).
In that post, the character voice is indistinct from that of the narration, and the characters quote one-liners that look Meaningful as excerpts and are borderline nonsensical as dialogue. There is no more than the faintest, most generic hints of characterization; these people exist as vague concepts to say deep words for the reader. The sentence length has little variation from its staccato beat, and so it is awkward to read and fails to complement the action or accomplish anything with the pacing (save for the slight slowdown when the torturer feels all that damp animal electricity). The timing is awkward and exaggeratedly dramatic. The description is a flowery kind of tryhard visceral and seems avoidant of describing anything too directly ("something dark and arterial" where there's nothing being accomplished by conveying uncertainty about what is currently gushing out of the injured character and the simple use of "blood splashed across the stones" would actually be 10x more effective), in a way that does disservice to what is supposed to be a torture scene, and leaves it weightless and ungrounded. In fairness to the people saying "this is good", that is MUCH easier to say when reading this fake excerpt as the standalone piece it actually is, but this kind of writing Cannot function in an actual narrative and is not what an excerpt from well constructed narrative fiction is going to look like basically ever.
It reflects a lot of very typical amateur writing issues that just about everyone has to grow out of (the minimal diversity in sentence length, simulated non-attention to scene pacing and timing), and issues common to fanfiction-influenced writing on social media (allergy to paragraph lengths of more than two sentences, little to no description of the characters or setting because, in fanfiction, the reader already knows their physical characteristics and mannerisms and it doesn't need to be lingered upon, Unlike In Original Fiction). But this particularly hits on an issue I think is semi-unique to narrative writing in the social media milieu, which is a focus on being quotable. This may not even be a conscious impulse at all But It's There. This kinda apparent terror of any moment not being as beautiful and hard hitting as possible (or for comedy, any moment not being A Joke). Everything "Goes Hard", so nothing actually does. A lot of "tumblr prose" type writing is less a narrative, more a string of quotes loosely assembled into narrative that vaguely gestures at things like Plot and Character. It substitutes depth for Suggestions of depth by utilizing stock symbolism without building it into the narrative, and by gesturing at weighty contexts without actually engaging with them. There can be little contrast or effective use of tone, pace, description when your story is a series of Hard Hitting Quotes.
I'm reading Watership Down right now and I think it's a great novel overall and can work as an example of how important it is to utilize contrast in your writing.
This segment is the lengthy first description of the titular down, which the rabbits are now encountering for the first time:
Adams is slowing the pace here to introduce us to the setting of the next segment of the book. The average sentence length is very long and keeps us lingering in the sensory detail, while still varied and thus smoothly readable. This new place is introduced by simultaneously conveying its physical description in vivid detail and conveying its feeling and character, and getting the most out of every described feature to do so. The thorn trees are "wind stunted". The air is "scented". The language takes on a very flowery character and heavily utilizes simile and metaphor. Woodland is "tumultuous with evening", sunlight filters through grass "like a wind" to the small creatures below, in contrast to laying "like a gold rind" on the hill when seen from a distance. This grandiose description is heavily functional and conveys both exhaustive physical detail and a feeling that this place is beautiful, awe inspiring to something like a rabbit, and full of life, though not without quiet hints of danger. It hits because Not Everything In The Book Is Described This Way. It means something that we're lingering like this and stopping to get a sense of this place on every possible level, and moving away from more direct, simple prose to convey the feeling of the place in depth.
This segment describes the rabbit Bigwig being found caught in a snare:
The prose here here has the opposite approach of the first excerpt. The language is concise, direct, and brutal. It only veers slightly away from the literal to describe Bigwig's voice as 'bubbling out' from his mouth, both conveying that the saliva and blood in his mouth is literally bubbling as he speaks, and implying the unsettling way his voice sounds as he's being strangled. The sentences are much shorter on the whole, as fit for the pacing of a tense and rapidly changing scene, and the timing closely complements the action - "There was a pause" not only conveys That There Was A Pause but interrupts the rhythm of this segment; the moment of uneasy stillness is echoed in the act of reading itself.
The scene this is excerpted from is extremely effective and does in fact Go Hard, it's well constructed in of itself but its effectiveness mostly lies in its place in the narrative. It's the culmination of a long, tense buildup as the reader becomes more aware that something is deeply Wrong about the place the rabbits are in, and the payoff is effective in being blunt and visceral, which hits because Not Everything In The Book Is Described This Way. Nothing about these excerpts are particularly quotable because that is actually not what good narrative writing is about.
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idol au with boygroup 6reeze and bodyguard/manager!varka (or both. he could be both. a two-in-one if you will.) and you, a soloist collabbing with them for an upcoming song and performance. smth smth varka noticing your lack of appetite/food given by your own team and so he takes it upon himself to buy extra for you when they aren’t looking, which eventually turns into him looking out for you:
oh, your movements are a little more sluggish than usual during dance practice? he has ordered something easy to eat, nutrient packed and filling to regain those energy levels, plus an electrolyte drink to go with it! oh, your scoundrel of a team gave you what could be compared to scraps in the name of “maintaining your image”? hahaha, no worries! he is already sneaking out after dinner has ended to give some leftovers from his food that he totally didn’t order a new set of when noticing your quiet hunger. oh, your eyes keep falling shut and out of focus during the joint songwriting session between you, venti, and kazuha? no need to sweat! he’s got a bowl of snacks known to help with fatigue and your favourite coffee already in hand— wow. what a pretty smile you have.
after all this time spent making sure your health is being prioritised, it really shouldn’t come as a surprise that he’s fallen for you. and, well, it definitely shouldn’t considering he was already a fan of yours before this collab; your voice, your stage presence, how your eyes glimmer and the smile becomes blinding under the stage lights, the way you interact with fans… he finds everything about you beautiful, even more so now that he’s interacted with you behind the cameras and pressures of the idol world.
but he doesn’t want to burden you with his feelings. and so he keeps his admiration silent, but his actions speak louder than any octave he could reach, and he can only hope his sincerity reaches you in some way.
his answer comes in the form of a post-dinner walk through the company garden with just the two of you, the back of your hand lightly brushing against his as you walk, and the group having split off rather eagerly at the thought of having you both be alone together.
“you know, you would be the perfect husband,” you say, voice warm and assured in a way which has his ears burning and mind instantly shut down. “you’re so kind and attentive, and you make others feel loved and seen. anyone would be lucky to be with you.”
“even you?” he blurts without thinking, only realising after the damage has been done what he had said. his panic and horror is palpable. this isn’t a situation he can easily laugh off pretending to be a joke; no, his mind is too far gone to try and play it off. and so he stops in his tracks and stutters, completely and utterly tongue-tied at the implication you made and the implication he made right back. “oh— no, what i— what i mean is—”
your words melt away his panic within the second it reaches his burning ears, your laughter like magic as it lightens the tight knot in his chest. “yeah. even me. though i think you’re too good for me, haha.”
varka thinks that is an absolute lie in every sense of the word. he is the one who should be saying that! not you, who is deserving of all the stars in the universe and more. not you, who doesn’t even see your own worth nor how much you matter outside of idol industry standards.
“no, that’s not true,” he begins, voice low and steady. the self-assured tone his voice carries is enough to make you look at him with slightly widened eyes. “if anyone is deserving of such treatment, it’s you. you work so hard behind the scenes, you strive for perfection when there is little else to perfect, you push through your own pain and exhaustion to make sure you’re at your best, and you give back all the love to your fans tenfold through your effort and the love you hold for them. you do so much without expecting much in return, and it drives me crazy that you think of yourself any less. i…” he pauses, lips pursing as he gazes directly into the reflection of himself in your shimmering eyes. “would you let me show you how you deserve a love like that and even more?”
the moment the words escape him, his chest constricts at the very prospect of having overstepped. his palms lathered in cold sweat, heart beating loud and fast in his ears, blood roaring through his veins, mouth dry and tongue sitting heavy, varka really thinks he might pass out in this sprng evening.
but when your smile turns positively radiant, the words, “i would love that,” escaping parted lips and your hand slipping into his and intertwining your fingers together, varka can’t recall a time where his heart has ever been so light and full of inexplicable joy.
(it’s safe to say the members of 6reeze just about heaved a sigh of relief from their place behind a bush when they watched you accept varka’s confession, having been subjected to his longing glances and saccharine attentiveness for so long. well, minus xiao, who only really noticed your and their manager’s blossoming feelings just yesterday due to his members (including a begrudging yet highly exasperated wanderer) giving him a whole six hour powerpoint presentation with all the collected evidence.)
(it’s also safe to say varka has been your biggest supporter ever since — both loud when watching your performances live and quiet when in the shared company of each other. grounding, warm, and so much more than you ever thought you would receive considering your job. but here you are, cuddled in your shared home as you talk about this and that, anything and everything, basking in the warm comfort the other brings. and you wouldn’t have it any other way.)
losing your hold while you’re on top, careening down on top of your partner in a fit of giggles
harnesses loosening at the one singular moment they shouldn’t
accidentally slipping out and just raw slamming your hips against each other a few times before you notice
body noises. queefing, joints popping, that one moan that kinda sounded weird? who cares, it’s a good time
forgetting where the edge of the bed is in the heat of the moment and almost or actually toppling over off of it
accidentally leaning on someone’s hair
pausing because your pet is clawing for dear life at the door and you can’t concentrate
having to stop because something feels kinda off and it’s more important to figure out what that is
laughter
connection and communication
sex isn’t perfect. sex isn’t porn. sex is a dance between people that care about each other and want to show that care in a specific way. it’s beautiful and messy and human, an extension of us as human.
♡ still thinking about genshin visions accidentally activating around the person you like ~
𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂
accidentally singing the edges of a love letter you sent, and he has to quickly set it down and pat away the tiny embers because he doesn’t want to lose your letter
after kissing him for awhile, a bit of steam might exhale from his nose or mouth from the wetness of your kisses combined with his pyro
when he gets flustered if you look closely, you might see steam also coming off the top of his head along with his very warm cheeks, he has to turn away and collect himself !
𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌
a little flower blooming at the end of his ahoge when he sees you and he quickly plucks it (and then gives it to you like he picked it elsewhere)
while hugging him you might suddenly feel a few little vines gingerly wrapping around your bodies and holding you against him. he apologizes for this with pink cheeks :3c
one of his “mirrors” appearing while you’re doing a task, and if you glance in the reflection you meet his gaze and he has to quickly wave it away so you don’t think he’s creepy
𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘
standing with him and talking, but suddenly you start sliding away a bit, looking down to see he accidentally formed a bit of ice beneath your feet because you smiled at him
kissing him and feeling a few snowflakes on your lashes and hair and he brushes them away with a soft chuckled apology
his tea cup freezing to his hand when you walk into his office, and he tries to set it down to greet you but it’s stuck, so when you blow warm air onto his fingers he’s so red hehe
𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒
when he takes your hand to escort you, but a little accidental zap to your palm makes you squeak and he apologizes with a bit of a playful smile ehehe
hugging him and when he pulls away, some of your hair is standing on end and he insists on smoothing it back down for you
when he sees you approaching he’s holding something conducive, he accidentally electrocutes it and you don’t see the way his eyes grow wide for a moment before he sets it down and flexes his hand
"x reader" fics are potentially really profitable sites for getting at what the default heterosexual 'female' body looks and behaves like in the cultural imagery of the current era. have we considered this
sometimes "female reader" is tagged; but, if not tagged, this is what is assumed
the "female" reader has breasts and a vulva
the "female" reader has a vagina that can be penetrated (she is not intersex, does not have vaginismus, etc.)
the "female" reader is physically small. she has "dainty" hands and "delicate" genitalia
the "female" reader is white. she has "pink" nipples and genitals
if there is any deviation from this standard in the reader-proxy's body, it will be explicitly tagged for (e.g. "chubby reader")
of course this is predictable and not particularly interesting, except insofar as the idea that this proxy is the reader can create some very jarring effects when the reader is not some of these things.
a character can diverge from the reader in some ways, even if they are pretty clearly meant to be a reader-proxy; but an "x reader" fic explicitly tells you that you are physically dainty, that you are short, that you have "pink" features, and expects this to cause no friction. what's interesting about it is that it is so assumed, so under-the-radar, so unproblematised. the writer presumably doesn't know they're doing it.
you see this very clearly in what is and is not tagged for. "chubby reader" is tagged because not-thin is a 'thing' about somebody's body—a specificity that is acknowledged as having the potential to cause friction if the reader is thin (on the flip side, a specificity that some readers may want to explicitly search for). but "white reader" is not tagged, even when certain details point that way, because "white" is not a 'thing' about somebody's body in the same way. the "female" reader is white by default.
wow! your understanding of this character is so. . . Unique! just wondering by the way but when was the last time you directly interacted with the source media
synopsis: As Dottore's research assistant, you had to keep your curiosity on par with what he expected. You never thought that what sparked it after so much time would be Capitano himself
word count: 3k
pairing: capitano x gn! reader (slight dottore if you wish to imagine it so, I did)
The door that greets your open eyes is the same like always. Brown wood that someone else picked before you. You can't say that they had bad taste, the door is placed nicely to the right corner and you little friend from last night - the spider- greets you even with this dawn. You wonder if he stayed there the whole night while you were sleeping as a thank you to the mercy you extended him. You did not kill him, and he did not move to make a new web. maybe he saw that as an equal trade? You probably would have left him alive anyway. Someone told you long before that seeing a spider was like a hint that you will get lucky in the following few days. So, even as your feet touch the cold wooden floor, you decide to still have mercy and to open the door without killing him to get breakfast.
Maybe they are lucky omens, maybe they are not. But it is not like killing him or carrying him out the window would change much for you. Your eyes would see the same door tomorrow. The floor would feel cold again and you would pick the same mug off the drying dishes in your kitchen to start the day with.
These routines did not bother you themselves, no. What was bothersome was the fact that you realized how, eventually, everyone develops to have them as creatures of habit. It was inevitable to turn into someone who repeats the same things over and over again. Even the harbinger you serve - one with multiple bodies, had his own routines. His younger clones had far more rebellion towards them but even they still had a need to keep a specific space, to prioritize one thing over the other like second nature.
Truth be told - you were not asked to pick who you would serve. Dottore ended up being the harbinger you would serve as an assistant. and you were not the only one picked for that role. He liked to keep plenty of staff. Part of it was that he needed an audience to showcase his own talents and immense intelligence to, while another part of him was a bit less selfish. Dottore was willing to teach those who had true curiosity and spirit according to his own criteria and for whatever reason, you managed to remain as one of the few assistants he kept close at hand. As close as he would allow that is and with a man like him that still meant millions of lightyears away.
You do not mind that in the slightest. What kept you around despite your failures and 'shortcomings' of having a moral compass in his lab was that he deemed your curiosity the highest out of anyone he had met. He once told you that if you were not serving him, the abyss would have swallowed you whole because you would wonder about its properties the same way you wondered about colors when you were younger.
"Why are apples red and why is the sky blue? from your childhood would just turn into questions about the inside shapes of the abyss and you would be swallowed by curiosity." Were his exact words.
Dottore believed that true curiosity could not be fabricated even at his own hands so while you were the not best person for experiments at the start, you were the one who suited his own curious nature.
'What good is a doctor who cures a disease without wondering about the cause? Without wondering about its transformations? What good is an engineer who cannot disassemble parts at the same speed he would assemble them at? And what good is a person who cannot see beyond the usual?"
He said you could see beyond the usual but in all honesty, sometimes it feels like you can't see past this mug. Or this window looking out into the street next to your breakfast table. Sometimes you felt like you could not see beyond the speck of dust or the peel of a citrus fruit.
Maybe that is why when he gave you a choice to leave, you decided to stay. While every Dottore clone had his own routines, they managed to keep a constant cycle of novelty. Working at his lab eventually brought more interesting things than you could have found yourself.
Was beauty in the new? Or was it in the old?
You were deeply unsure.
Dottore was not above punishing you despite keeping you around. For a few days, Dottore did not hear you utter a singular question in his lab and he found it so offensive you would dare to become ignorant to his breakthroughs. It seemed like you were bored of him and his research and he decided that a proper punishment would be to have you spend a whole month in the city farthest away from the main fatui base and from the tsaritsa.
if you were so bored of constant novelty - you might as well experience true boredom by residing in his abandoned lab in a peaceful town where everyone with something exciting to offer already moved away. The worst part? You did not feel like anything changed.
Numbness even touches curiosity. So, what if your door is now on the right instead of the left? What if the mug is pink instead of white? What if you were there or here? Differences are miniscule and nothing could make your curiosity perk up. If you were still like this when he summoned you back - you would be sent home and that is all there was to it. Or, he would further punish you by extending your stay. He could laugh at you when you mixed the things in the wrong way or when you failed to fix a core and it would explode. But what he absolutely refused is to have your curiosity dim down. If it did, you would be useless.
And it isn't like you have not tried to find something interesting. While you were on the trip to get to here, you tried to find something interesting. Perhaps some plants that would show something new or an animal that would make for a good study case. You did want to try and see how many generations it would take for animals to break a trauma response their parents exhibited alone but even that went out of the window after a few seconds.
If you could not find anything worthwhile in this town - you would be doomed to feel this way forever. Black and white thinking but not without basis. Stubborn curiosity and stubborn numbness started to go hand in hand for you. Maybe if you closed your eyes and prayed, your spark of curiosity would find an object for it to love and latch onto?
In the next moment, your spoon made a small noise. It moved from one side of your mug to the other. Nothing unusual, right? You just wanted to make the tea and honey come together but when you looked down you realized that your hands did not make it move. You already finished doing that around three minutes ago. To prove to yourself what it feels like, your hands moved to make the same motion and the fog over your brain lifted as you felt that danger was near. Somehow this spoon moved and it was not your doing.
With all your senses, you tried to pinpoint what exactly had happened but you were unsuccessful. Even if something was here, it masked its presence so well that a ghost would be ashamed. You did not feel a void, but you did not feel any warmth either. Unnerving. Unusual.
Interest could be found in fear but you were unsure where to search.
Luckily for you, the presence had decided to make itself know. With a slight thud, footsteps approached you without your door ever opening. Was this mercy extended towards you in the same way you treated your spider? It sure felt that way.
"My sincere apologies for startling you." Now you had to look up from the mug to search for the stranger. But, with his deep voice and polite manner of speaking, you knew who it belonged to already. Capitano, the first of the eleven fatui harbingers. Your own Lord always said he did not care much for rankings but a certain sour taste would be in his words whenever he spoke of this man. You had not made contact with him previously but in a way, you felt that it was cruel fate that only one number separated you from the most noble and righteous harbinger and a heretic.
"Based on my previous visits to this abandoned small lab, I never encountered another soul here. When I felt your presence, I had to judge if you were sent here or if you were trying to steal information that belongs to our organisation."
You stood up and saluted him. It comes like second nature. "Lord harbinger, you were doing your duty. No need for apologies."
"Nonsense. I felt that I had startled you and should have thought of Dottore sending his own forces to abandoned labs before I made such a move."
Talking to other lords never came quite easy to you. Dottore enjoyed much of questioning and random rambles but other Lords were known to punish just for being asked a question by wretched vermin. But suddenly, you felt that Capitano filled the room with a presence. It seemed like he could choose to be a void or actually have spiritual warmth. How many years had he taken to perfect this?
In fact, how many years has he been alive? Did your lord simply hate him because he was branded with number two? Why did he always wear a mask?
You had heard so many rumours in bars and gatherings of other servants and soldiers but Capitano's own men never gossiped. Not even when they were at their most drunk. That is - they never spoke of their own lord with anything other than praise.
Where did that admiration come from? Had anyone seen him without a mask or cry perhaps?
"Your silence makes for a rather awkward companion. But I can tell you have questions."
"I have been called curious before, but it has been a while since I was curious about anything deeply."
Capitano moved a few steps to open a drawer with syringes in it.
"Are you not a researcher and is this not a lab of your famed lord?"
"Yes is my answer to both of those questions."
His gloved hands picked up two syringes and he did not look at you while he was doing so. You were not part of Dottore's team when he made them and their unique mix of colors piqued your interest. One of those colors looked like synth vaguely but the other one was similar to lava. Just how many experiments of Dottore's were you unaware of?
"And should this not be a prime place for you when the answer is yes to both. What have you been doing all this time?"
"Looking around this lab without actually touching anything for longer than a few seconds. I also kicked out a lot of spiders but last night I let one stay."
Capitano did not seem perplexed with your paradoxical answers. He could see your eyes eying his syringes with interest when you refused to take them apart and analyse the contents for however long you have been here. He felt no malice or dishonesty in your being, so he simply continued to move like you were not here. He had done this countless times before.
"I will not tell you what is inside of these syringes if that is one of your questions."
He sat down on a chair on the other side of your mug.
"I did have questions about the contents but I would have asked the syringes themselves not you. Even if it seems that I might melt or change shape from simply being exposed to them in any capacity.
"Hmm. You make a valid point. What keeps me a monster would make you disappear. I suggest you stay away from these unless you wish to meet a cruel fate."
"Lord first, you give me a kind warning but you speak of being a monster."
"And what is your observation meant to accomplish?"
"Nothing. Well, I could say it will help me keep my form too."
"You are an ordinary human." It didn't feel like an insult. It felt like he was praising such simpleness.
"What form do you speak of?"
This time he was looking at you. You could not see his eyes from his helmet but you could feel his gaze on you. Without flinching or moaning, all while keeping his eyes solely on you - Capitano stabbed his thigh and his heart with the two syringes he had prepared.
It seemed like he felt nothing but you felt both warmth and cold at once and in a second the overwhelming feeling was gone. It was so overwhelming that your curiosity made you run over and place your hands over his own to feel any remnants of energy. Touching any other harbinger so casually would have meant a number of different fates but Capitano was a kind man.
"If you are here to inspect me, there is no need. I know what I am doing and these will not kill me."
You helped him remove them even if he truly seemed like he did not need help. You could run towards the drawer he pulled them out from but the object of your interest were not the syringes themselves.
Your curiosity was this man himself. For the first time in a while, your brain started to race with questions and theories. Just who was he and what was he hiding.
"What is the reason you are so familiar with using these? Why are you here? Are you a monster?"
"Indeed. I belong to them."
"Beings? You speak of yourself as if you are not human. Just what is behind that mask of yours?"
Perhaps Dottore was right, the abyss would swallow you whole if it interested you. Maybe it still can? If you get out of this situation alive - if you survive removing the mask of the famed and powerful harbinger - you could go out to uncover new condensed abyssal energy.
You finally got your curiosity back and allowing it to run out would be a crime against yourself. Curiosity filled your whole body and Capitano felt cold to your touch as you looked at his face.
"You call yourself a monster because of this?"
"Are you perhaps about to call it beauty like that twisted doctor you serve?"
Maybe he expected a bigger reaction than this. Maybe you failed him, but you did not fail yourself.
"Beauty? There is nothing beautiful about it."
"At least you don't call rot beautiful like your own master."
"Your ice is above my head so I suppose your reputation proceeds you. You are kind enough to let me get my words out."
"Speak."
"There is nothing beautiful about the rot of skin. However, you are not a monster. You are undoubtedly human."
"Laughable."
But he did not laugh. He found you foolish. You dared to overstep twice. Removing his helmet was one thing but trying to comfort him was another.
"You are human, lord harbinger. Did you know that my own lord does not rot? Did you know he has made others unable to rot? In an odd way, this rot makes you more human than you believe."
You can't tell if your words caused a change or if they were comforting or insulting. This man has lived more lives than you ever will and he had seen and spilled more blood than you can imagine. He does not need comfort from you. That much is clear.
Still, as the ice descends, he makes it disappear with his hand and you emerge unharmed.
"Your curiosity saved you."
"I always thought it would eat me alive."
"It almost did. I never heard of anyone gaining a vision and immediately aiming at themselves."
A cryo vision had manifested in your lap without you even noticing. When you looked back up, Capitano had already pulled down his mask.
"Why didn't you stop me? You could have made me regret my choice the instant I tried to touch you."
"I had never seen anyone gain a vision in such a way. I suppose my own curiosity got the better of me."
He got up from the chair and you noticed just how much taller and imposing he was from such close proximity. You really were in the presence of danger and still chose risk instead of safety. Capitano was already moving towards the door and something compelled you to sit back down and finally drink the tea that had grown cold.
He was in the doorway now. You were thinking of what would happen to you now that you had a vision. Maybe you could try to boil it? You heard they were indestructible but surely something could dissolve it? Visions were not a completely natural thing in this world.
"Come. Bring that vision and follow me."
"I still do not have orders to leave this place."
"Since when were you allowed to refuse any orders from a harbinger? Dottore is not the only one you ought to listen to and I doubt he would be suitable to teach you how to use your new power."
You would be risking Dottore's wrath and plenty of unpredictable outcomes based on which clone greets you once you are back. But, losing the object of your curiosity would doom you to a worse fate in your own eyes.
Following Capitano would unlock a new world for you. Something told you that you would be able to find new beauty and curiosity if you took him up on his offer.
a/n: guess who is back !! after a year!! I hope my mutuals are around still to actually guess that it is me who is back. i realized the last time i wrote was in november and the new archon quest finally inspired me.
to give you a few updates: i changed two jobs and I became less creative I am afraid. I got into a situationship/delusionship with a narc for a few months but i did not cry. i am welcoming any thoughts because after so long this was vv hard to write.
i hope you are well and that you have enjoyed this at least a little bit
I have decided to integrate my 🔞 blog and my usual fics blog into one. Hence the URL change, @stellarron ↘ @eidolonsix
In light of this change, I have softblocked all ageless blogs and blogs belonging to or run by minors. I think it goes without saying at this point, but moving forward, please don't follow or interact with this blog if you are a minor.
Is this an indication of any further change to come? Am I going to start posting again? Who the fuck knows. Anyway, I'll still be posting not-🔞 stuff here. All content of my faves & y/n fucking nasty will be hidden under read mores, but if you simply don't want to see such posts at all, please block the tag #.smut
helloooo I am here for the Just Because questions >:)
5, 10 and 21 please! Thank you <3
Thank you for sending some in Sher!!
[ 50 Questions Just Because : OPEN ! ]
5. How do you like your eggs?
Sunny side up or poached — anything with a runny yolk :)
10. What’s your favorite kind of UQuiz question? (Lyric, color, aesthetic, etc)
I really like the ones where they make you pick an artwork! Usually all the options revolve around a certain (wholesome) theme, like eating well, or time spent with loved ones.
21. What’s your favorite period in art history, your favorite famous work and/or your favorite style of art? If you don’t know any that’s ok!
Ooh, that's a tough one... I'm not as informed as I'd like to be in art history, and I find it to be a field much too multifaceted and diverse for me to just pick one. So I'll just share the one I've been thinking about recently:
The focal point of the painting The Creation Of Adam by Michelangelo is where God and Adam's fingers reach out to each other, and almost meet. God's finger is outstretched, but Adam's is lax; the intention behind this portrayal being that 'God is within man's reach, if only he reaches out himself.'
I've been thinking about that a lot because it is one of many biblical references made in Star Rail's storyline for Penacony, this one being during a certain boss fight, and how that character reaches his finger out and stretches to touch that of the Aeon he is devoted to. I don't know how to explain it too well, but I thought that a nice, intelligent inclusion on Hoyo's part. Then again, most of that quest has been living rent free in my head ever since I completed it.
ok listen to me. a long time ago aha made a worm really smart and tried to get it into the genius society. but even though that worm was smart as hell, nous did not give a fuck about it.
you know who else is smart as hell but nous doesnt give a fuck about?
heh. yeah. thats right. despite many people (including himself) feeling like nous should have recognized him a loooong time ago, that computer just doesn’t care.
now, we are left to wonder… why does nous refuse to acknowledge this man..?
i think it’s quite obvious.
my theory is that aha made a second worm really smart. and Then they made the worm into a sexy guy.
and now they’re outside nous’s window, giggling, as everyone in the universe ponders why veritas ratio is not permitted into the genius society.
“what’s wrong, nous? he’s a genius, isn’t he? let him in,” aha goads.
nous is glitching in frustration. “it’s the worm again. i know it’s the worm again.”
just learned that a mutual of mine is pro israel (they’re now blocked) so i wanted to take the time to say that if you believe what’s happening in palestine is not a genocide than you are not welcome here. unfollow me block me whatever i don’t want you interacting with me at all
i’ve gotten a couple asks and replies from zionists so let me be very clear: there is nothing you can say to me that will change my mind. i will not entertain you and you will be blocked
