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Thinking of being mean and writing something about Klein looking more and more like celestial as he advances

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Chapter 1 of my rewrite has been complete :D

Im unsure if ill be uploading a scheduled update for this since school has started and im already busy despite the day not even being over but I will try and thats all ill say on this :)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/9

Fandom: 诡秘之主 - 爱潜水的乌贼 | Lord of the Mysteries - Cuttlefish that Loves DivinRating: General Audiences

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: 诡秘之主 - 爱潜水的乌贼 | Lord of the Mysteries - Cuttlefish that Loves Diving

Relationship: Klein Moretti & Tarot Club

Characters:

Mr. Fool (Lord of the Mysteries), Arrodes | Magic Mirror, Audrey Hall | Justice, Alger Wilson | The Hanged Man, Derrick Berg | The Sun, Fors Wall | The Magician, Emlyn White | The Moon, Cattleya | The Hermit, Leonard Mitchell | The Star, Xio Derecha | Judgment

Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Rooms above the grey fog

(Is this how you formate fics on tumbler? I think i did this right??)

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My coworker for no reason over my shoulder as I’m trying to do math at the register: “True creator and the fool but strangers to unrequited lovers”

Me: “…?”

Coworker: “corruption….”

Me: “you’ve convinced me.”

Random thoughts ill jot down so I don’t forget them, ignore this-

“You live for the happiness and misery of a great nation who does not even remember your name. People who breath the air you give and do not give anything in return.”

“Love is not a thing one is able or not able to do based on some magic. Some chemistry. That is for plays.

Love is determination. Love is a choice one makes. You take someone in marriage, and you choose to love them. I love them more then my very own being. Something Youll never understand because you are you, and I am me.”

“You love, and you love hard, because if you do not, you are lost. You’ve been lost even before you even came here Mysteries.”

**when true creators splits? Maybe **

“I don’t not know how to breathe the air he does not exhale. You do not understand. I am nothing now.”

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I have so much brainrot of Fors and xio at work right now it’s disgusting, they are so very important to me i cant like they just their so just afgdsgcs

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Its been a entire day and ao3 is still down for me so…

Have another snippet of the beginning of a dc work I started working on since the apocalypse started:

There was a weird star wars spacecraft in his normal sector patrol route that wasn't originally there.

There's also a strange blond human man in the window he had floated under to see what exactly the weird spacecraft thing was.

Hal looks up at the man deadpanned, questioning what exactly a human was doing all the way up in space alone in some sort of advanced military space base. Haven't people realized space was a lot scarier then they could comprehend. Did that space whale that rookie lantern accidently dumped in the Atlantic ocean not scare them at all? That thing was twice the size of a humpback whale for heaven sake, didn't that ring any danger bells in their mind that they maybe shouldn't build a spacecraft up in space?

Hal taps on the glass and then blinks confused at the flash of lightning zipping by with the man's sudden disappearance, before he's suddenly back with a disgruntled black caped man with a scowl that rivals Sinestros.

Awesome, so Hal was now outnumbered with weird people who aren't afraid of the dangers space holds.

So maybe coming up to the people who are clearly not afraid of encountering and being swallowed by a space whale or any other sort of alien species wasn't the best idea, but Hal wasn't gonna back down at this weird Sinestro wannade.

Hal lets himself float higher so it wasn't just his head poking out from the bottom of the ship, bringing his ring to the glass and pointing towards it. He smiles at them as there attention goes towards it, only for it to drop a second later.

The dumbfounded looks he gets makes him deflate. Didn't Sinestro say the Green Lantern Corps was one of the most respected corps in the entire universe? Hals feeling a bit under appreciated right now with their stares.

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Ao3 goes down the moment Im actually on time for my update schedule?? What sort of sorcery??

On a side note have a peak at what I was SUPPOSED to be uploading today:

The Fool stands in a familiar empty room that hasn’t been built yet, and just like it always has been he has no plan for what its creation will look like.

Yet now, as he stands in a room that will hold his very own room…The thoughts don’t come like a titlewave as they did with his members' rooms. The fog around the room swirls with discomfort, trailing up his legs and around his neck. His throat tightens. What was he supposed to start on…?

The Fool huffs before he's picking at random. One thing becomes built only to be destroyed before it can fully take shape. A ratty bed frame comes to life only to be swiped away for something grander. That too gets incinerated a second later before its frame could even come to light.

“Grand master…?” Arrodes asks, the words were like a whisper as The Fool simply stands in nothing. His brows crinkle as he takes note of the emptiness creeping up his bones as he simply looks around, looking for an explanation. Perhaps he should choose a new room…

“Grand-“ he stops paying attention to the words, almost dancing in concern, too focused on trying to figure out what exactly was creeping under his skin.

The Fool blinks before he’s moving towards his little treasures he'd secured temporarily behind glass boxes, almost zoning in on them desperately to try to come up with something. He can’t remember what his plan was for them in the beginning… He stares at them in silence before he's spinning around in place. His mind was empty. No normally never ending thoughts running unattended the moment he steps into a room to be designed.

A flurry of moments in the corner of his eye catches his attention for a moment before he's focusing on something else. His eyes move on their own almost.

What was he doing in here again….?

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First post might as well be a shit post you feel me ahha

“Alger watches in fascination as Mr. Star takes a large gulp out of the beer on the bar's counter that the adventurer had ordered, yet hadn’t touched in all of a quarter of an hour since he ordered it, and wonders what led to him in this type of situation. “

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works