I stared this like a year ago and then came back to it the other night. I’m so glad I did. Modern AU Capri is finally out of my head, I will not apologize. They are your problem now. ❤️
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@laur-the-cat-prince
I stared this like a year ago and then came back to it the other night. I’m so glad I did. Modern AU Capri is finally out of my head, I will not apologize. They are your problem now. ❤️
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Fallen Hero Ask Game
How do they feel when they hear “Sidestep”?
What’s one memory from their Sidestep days that still sticks with them?
How do they remember their time in Farm?
How do they feel about other telepaths? Other Re-Genes?
Do they ever wish they didn’t have powers at all?
Is their villain persona closer to who they are or who they pretend to be?
What’s their favorite villain moment so far?
How do they feel when civilians are actually scared of them?
Do they have habits or tells that give away when they are using the puppet?
What’s something sensory (touch, taste, etc.) that means a lot to them?
Who do they feel safest with, if anyone?
Do they think they deserve redemption?
What lie do they tell themselves most often?
How do they justify what they’re doing?
What would make them stop?
Do they think they’re human?
What do they actually want long-term?
What does victory look like to them?
What’s a small habit they picked up from someone else?
What’s something they secretly wish for?
How close have they come to being discovered in their Sidestep days?
What’s the worst thing they’ve done?
Would they sacrifice themselves for someone—and who?
What would completely break them?
What’s the dumbest way your Sidestep has almost gotten caught?
What’s their most petty grudge?
What’s something totally mundane that stresses them out?
If they had to live with one of the Rangers as a roommate, who would drive them insane first?
What’s their “I should not be trusted with power” moment?
What do their spicy dreams look like and who are they dreaming with/about?
What’s the worst possible moment they’ve gotten distracted by attraction?
What’s their go-to flirting strategy (and does it work)?
What’s something small someone does that melts their heart?
How do they react to being flirted with?
In the bedroom do they prefer control, or giving it up?
How much does telepathy complicate intimacy for them?
What’s something they’d never admit they want?
How much do they overthink everything after being intimate with someone?
What’s a hard boundary for them?
What’s something they thought they’d hate but end up loving it?
Tfw you look up and @laur-the-cat-prince has been let behind the counter of the bakery you’re visiting and is disappearing through a door with an employee because…?
I guess I’ll find out eventually.
I have to make a public apology to everyone waiting on the next chapter of @kaerwrites incredible fics. I have stolen her for a week, stuffed her in my white van, and taken her down the Florida. (Consensually)
We have been enjoying the sun and plotting away on super secret projects.
Sneak peek under the cut ✂️
Tfw you look up and @laur-the-cat-prince has been let behind the counter of the bakery you’re visiting and is disappearing through a door with an employee because…?
I guess I’ll find out eventually.
Bragging time: I get to see @laur-the-cat-prince tomorrow!!!
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It was one kingdom, once.
book 1/2 laurent vs book 3 laurent :)
Eli character bio up on my Patreon!
Art by the amazing Cass at Comics by Cass!
A Memory
The gardener had been missing for two weeks. The child, six years old and still sweet at heart, didn’t know much about the gardener, but he knew that he was missing, and he was sorry that he was gone. He’d liked the gardener; he’d had floppy brown hair and friendly brown eyes that crinkled at the corners when he smiled. Sometimes, when Father wasn’t watching, he would slip the child little candies and toys from the other world.
Now the gardener was dead.
It was after midnight, the child was sure, though he would never be able to explain how he knew that or what had woken him in the first place. The child’s door was firmly closed, but his window stood open. Cold, silvery moonlight spilled across his bedsheets.
There was mud smeared on the windowsill – mud, and something else. The child was too far away to get a good look at it, but his entire room smelled like rot.
The dead gardener stood in front of his bed. The way his flesh sloughed and sagged, the child guessed that that was the other substance on the window. The gardener was a weird, greyish yellow color in the moonlight. His jaw hung open at a discomforting angle and his eyes were shriveled raisins in his skill. His tongue, black and oddly-bloated, hung from his mouth like a slug, and insects moved beneath his soft, sagging skin.
The child wasn’t afraid until the dead gardener took a step toward him – until it reached out and left a wet trail of rot against his sheets.
Then the child began to scream.
His father let him scream, at first. The child had nightmares often, after all. Father was initially annoyed when he came to the child’s room. Then he saw the gardener.
He Wove the spellwork to dispose of it quickly enough, and then he called for the servants. They came as he gathered the child into his arms, as he praised him in a way the sobbing boy was unfamiliar with.
It would take weeks for the smell to clear from the room. His father had summoned Fire, and the child would dream about the burning gardening for years to come. Changing to a different room was never an option, no matter how many times the gardener’s ghost continued to visit.
Father had a friend examine the boy, and his diagnosis was sure: necromancer.
The boy was frightened, but his father was pleased.
He made the boy learn to raise the dead on purpose.
Friendly reminder that I am launching a Patreon for my original novel project next week! If you want sneak peeks, or even full draft chapters, this is where to look.
First chapter goes up on Thanksgiving!
I exist to torture @laur-the-cat-prince
I accept this burden with dignity 🐈👑
It slaps, I love this story.
"Carlo? What's wrong?"
This is maybe, just a tiny bit, completely inspired by @kaerwrites All for the Game, Raven AU, fic. If you haven’t checked out Paper Crowns yet, you should. It’s just starting and it’s already so damn good!
The fic:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/66589225/chapters/171768682
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