#callmeweeeh

[callmeweeeh]

Tumblr feels so weird to me. It started like this very cool space to exchange ideas, get to know new people and express your truest self. Now I'm seeing all of you all grown up and changed/deactivated blogs and realize we've grown apart from each other and have outgrown this once familiar space that now feels like a void. Now I'm here like "wow, growing up is just as weird online as it is in real life :')"

[grandinventor]

Nonono, don't feel embarassed because you used those paper bits to solve the riddle, it's soo cool you actually invested the time and energy to solve the riddle on your own. Jindosh would probably laugh like a duck about it but would still be flattered on the inside nonetheless.

No solving-jindosh's-riddle-with-paper-shaming-here!

Oh nooo thank you this was a sweet message, I am not embarrassed because I had fun and also I wanna visually teach my friends how to solve it too so it’s all good! I made them specifically for mine! I know there is an easier solution and people have posted the equation on reddit for those that wanna speedrun DH2.

As for Jindosh he is mean and I guess that’s why I like him sjkdnajhwdb he can mock me all he wants I did solve it now didn’t I?

[callmeweeeh]

update on ‘and Julius said’:

the weavers aren’t called so anymore, they are fae, with weavers being a subgroup

i’ve changed the plot a bit, so some excerpts won’t really be accurate anymore (e.g. the excerpt on Forget Me Not’s introduction)

idk yet if i’ll find the time to change them on here

i’m about halfway finished with the first draft

and i love this story so far, it’s so much fun

so yeah, that was it, thx for reading ^^

@semblanche @marewriteblr

[callmeweeeh]

”I will be the fire that burns this hell down.” And Julius Said - Character introduction 06: Jules (/Julius) Age: unknown Gender: non-binary/they/them Species: Fae ~excerpt~

Lucca took one last glance at Genet, their eyes asking if she would be okay. Hers replied with a yes. Then everything around them began to blur and finally bend. The walls that had just surrounded them distorted into a single white bow and the wooden floor did alike. Both colours started swaying like a painting being held in a slight wind and a light spread out across them, flickering like flames. The tunnel melted into a circular darkness at its end. Lucca looked down and saw Forget Me Not sitting next to them with closed eyes and calm features, but a hand that clasped theirs tight. The blueish flames cut into her red curls and prickled on her white skin. Then, Lucca looked straight ahead again, pressed her hand briefly and they both started off towards the darkness.

Once Forget Me Not felt solid ground beneath her again, she relaxed her grip and opened her eyes. One might think they would have floated within the loosened gravity and wouldn’t have been able to breathe without oxygen. One would have been right if Forget Me Not and Lucca would have been human but one of them wasn’t anymore because the world had reduced her to something dead and one of them had never been because they didn’t consist of atoms. “Hurry, it’s cold out here.” The sight of countless stars being so close that she could almost feel their breath excited Forget Me Not, but not enough to keep her oblivious of her skin slowly turning to ice. Lucca wasn’t attracted by the infinity of stars that stretched over them but the trembling song The Thread’s grey heart hummed for them. They could feel the spirit of the deity still flowing around them and it also begun to fill them. “Hey, I don’t wanna end as an ice cube!” Forget Me Not’s words reached Lucca only as an echo but the cold that also begun crawling over their skin made their mind come back to the here and now again. “Oh yeah, sorry.” Lucca finally bent down and reached out for a stone lying on the ground, as it began to shake. A voice streamed towards them, “You better leave that alone.” Lucca looked up, their hand still lurking above the stone, and saw blue flames gathered in the air a few feet away, their flicker birthing a figure that emerged from within. The appearance was a tall woman with a white shirt and white pants covering her lean body, and neck-length hair of the same colour being neatly pulled back. Jules Lucca was just about to tear the stone from the ground, as Jules reappeared before them and bent their arm down. Forget Me Not let out a shriek sound beside the pair as Jules’ other hand closed in around her throat. Lucca could feel her nails claw into their hand, but their vision was filled with only the other Fae’s bright grin. “Or else you won’t ever see your friends again.” @semblanche​ @marewriteblr​

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Lucca’s eyes were fixed on the flashing screen of their phone, as their fingers typed in five letters and hit send. Sorry, the sign them and Mika had agreed on if one of them should get caught. And Julius Said - Character introduction 04: Mika Age: unknown Gender: nonbinary/they/them Species: Fae ~excerpt~

The streets always got emptier when dawn broke into the city even though the lights of the restaurants could have nearly replaced the sun. Lucca entered one of the buildings on the side of the street, walking straight up to a chair where an old man was sitting. “Oh, why did you have to choose such terrible clothing?” The old man lifted his head up to them, his glasses reflecting the face of a young woman. “Nice to see you too.” “Do I hear sarcasm here?” “I only didn’t expect to see you in one piece, let alone to see you jump around in the streets in such careless manner.” Lucca directed their eyes towards the man’s neck, “It may not be yours entirely but it surely hurts as hell to have your neck strangled with such an ugly tie.” The man had to laugh, Mika had become really good at mimicking humans. “No need to get so offensive.” A waiter poured red liquid into Mika’s glass before they ordered a second one for Lucca, who then had to curve their lips and ask the slim man to bring them water instead. “So you’re still not drinking? It makes life much more fun, maybe it could even help in your case.” “Shut up already.” “Anything new on your end?” The waiter came again, leaving another glass on the table. “Well,” Mika revealed a small black box and played with it in their hands for a while, “I’ve only held a gun to the head of one of the city’s mightiest men to get this for you.” Then they’ve let it slide over the table into Lucca’s hands. “The code?” Mika gave them an offended look and Lucca hated that they also used human expressions while communicating with them. “Claire de Lune. The song his daughter plays for him on the piano in their living room every night when he comes home from work.” “And he won’t have it changed until tonight?” “Oh, I’ve also left him unconscious in his office where he will sleep until morning. That will also be on the bill.” Since Mika seemed to have a liking for human expressions, Lucca flashed them a smile. “Then I’m glad you’re the pain in my back since I can think and therefore will grant me some time to sacrifice you one or two children.” @semblanche @marewriteblr

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“I’m sorry”, they said quietly, “for dragging you into this.” Genet’s hand met theirs, her eyes on her still playing son. “Don’t be, I know how to defend myself, and my family.” And Julius Said - Character introduction 03: Ermias Ayana Age: 05 Gender: male/he/him Species: Human (?) ~excerpt~

“You sure love that thing, don’t you?” Forget Me Not didn’t turn around to face Genet, she kept looking out into the black night instead. “That thing is my son! Keep calling him that way and I’ll turn this house into a crime scene.” Lucca ducked down behind the kitchen counter. Both women apparently hadn’t noticed them and now they wanted it to stay that way. This conversation would get interesting. Lucca was surprised by the steadiness Genet managed to remain in her voice. Maybe it was no wonder, considering how many times her sister had called her son a ‘thing’ and worse. To her, Ermias was something unnatural, someone who shouldn’t exist. “The same way you did with your house five years ago?” There was a short moment of silence before the door to the living room shut with a bang and loud footsteps stormed upstairs. Forget Me Not let out a shaking sigh, then she opened the door again and drove out of the room. Lucca stepped out into the hallway and saw the door to Forget Me Not’s bedroom close. As they reached Genet’s and their bedroom, she stood at the small table and tried to get her necklace off but her hands were shaking too much to open the clasp. When her eyes met Lucca’s, she tore the necklace from her neck, sending white pearls flying through the room. They both startled and started to pick them up from the black carpet. “What were you and your sister talking about? I could hear you in the bathroom.” Genet pressed the pearls in her hand. “You know, Ermias is like these pearls. A small light in the darkness of this world. In my hardest times he gave me hope! He’s the reason I’m still here!” Then she looked up with tears in her eyes. “I gave my life for him and I would do so over and over again!”

@semblanche @marewriteblr

[callmeweeeh]

“It’s a superficial world that we live in. People are judged based on the color of their skin, their weight and shape, their abilities. It’s hard not to be unsatisfied with yourself when the world constantly tells you you’re something lesser after it took one look at you.” And Julius Said - Character introduction 02: Genet Ayana Age: 41 Gender: female/she/her Species: Witch ~excerpt~

She instructed the boy to step away from the door and now stood in his place, holding the door only slightly open. “What do you want?” “You to make me a charm. I heard you’re pretty good at it.” The compliment at the end didn’t seem to help since she replied with a short “Wrong address.” As she tried to shut the door, Lucca pushed it open, making the wrinkles on Genet’s face align in an angry frown. “Ermias, God exalted. What a wonderful name!” Genet seemed to have heard Lucca’s hint out because she answered what they would have asked next: “He shall lead a better life than this.” “Then help me or I’ll make sure he will have no more day to live at all.” Genet opened her mouth as to protest but they both knew that Lucca had her in their hands now. “Alright, what do you want?” “No need to snarl. As I already said, all you need to do is carve a charm for me.” Lucca sat down on one of the chairs that stood next to the small table in the kitchen. The witch’s flat was furnished quite nicely, the walls were painted in dark orange color, most of the furniture was made of dark wood and while plants were covering most of the floor, all kinds of paintings hung on the walls. “Right, right, what kind of charm?” Genet still stood in the door, leaning against the wall, her arms crossed. Lucca presented the stones they had gathered on the table. There were around fifty, black ones, grey ones and white ones. “Mrindel’s Whisper.” Genet’s eyes went wide, her brows shot up, surprise? Shock. She began to giggle, “Have you lost your mind in the stairwell?” Lucca didn’t know what the problem was, they were glad they could mimic a frown so well by now that they could save asking. “Mrindel’s Whisper is one of the most, if not the most difficult charms to create!” “The talking on the streets says you’re the best in town.” “Depends on who you ask. What do you need such a thing for?” The young boy had come into the living room again. “Who’s his father?” Lucca knew that witches couldn’t bear a child because they had sold their souls to The Thread itself in order to get closer to its powers. And without a soul one couldn’t bring new life into this world. However there was a way to bear a child: sacrificing the person closest to you. Genet noticed her son staring at the stranger from the next room. “Alright I’ll do it! But one condition: No more questions.” “As you wish. You have three weeks.” God, how they hated the crumpled look Genet shot them all the time. “I can’t just carve a charm overnight that makes time and space bend to its will!” “Well, then you better start trying,” Lucca darted their eyes towards Ermias, then looked directly into Genet’s green eyes and began to whisper, “or else your son will die through the hands of his own mother. Or at least someone who looks like her.” They left the stones on the table, got up and walked out of the door, hearing it echo through the stairway as Genet slammed it shut behind them. Within the next days, she would carve her soul out, if only she still had one. 

@semblanche @marewriteblr

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“Who are you?” “Someone who buried it all.” And Julius Said - Character introduction 01: Lucca Age: unknown Gender: non-binary/they/them Species: Fae ~excerpt~

Lucca had to force themself not to break the bench in front of them. Once people had worshipped them, not Jules or Julius as most people called them. Their sibling was not some kind of savior, nor a bringer of peace. They simply were more gifted than Lucca, rather they hadn’t been stripped of their powers. Lucca had made one mistake, they had revealed their power to a human once. It hadn’t been on purpose, they just hadn’t been careful and thought the alley they had traversed to would be empty. The man’s scream had taught them better. Even though traversing only took the fraction of a human second, the sight of someone appearing out of a rift in space had been enough to cause a mass panic that even landed on the news eventually. When the Council of the Thread found out about it, they sentenced Lucca to give up all their powers except for the ones they had inherited and therefore couldn’t be taken from them. They had been able to bend space itself to their liking with only the strength of their will. They could move whole continents, dissolve and appear at the other end of the world within one moment, tear their enemies apart with the blink of an eye. But these had been the older days, now all they could do was put on bones and flesh and skin. They probably should thank their good ol’ ancestors for passing on the only thing left that connected them to the Thread, the Fae’s deity and cause of existence. Lucca should’ve better looked twice that day. 

@semblanche @marewriteblr