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4 fricking hours on my phone using Flipaclip. Also imagine Fragment’s headache after :,)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I’m 170k+ words into a post-game hurt/comfort type fic of Hollow’s siblings (and a reluctant Oro, and a few others) trying to fix them up.
No big deal- they’re only horribly injured and traumatized, and there’s only an occasional living spectre of the past coming back to haunt Hornet. Nothing to worry about. It’s fine.
Do check the tags, it gets nasty in here. Also, I am writing Ghost as a Short & Somewhat Feral Adult, not a child.
(I meant to only write a couple chapters. How did I get to this point. Why am I still going.)
Trauma is just the spice in the character soup
I wish I could play the role of the melodramatic that wears his heart on his sleeve. I wish I could play the role of the sarcastic asshole. I wish I could play the role of the stone cold, serious, driven, future focused man. I wish I could be outgoing, confident, humble, any number of things. I can't be any of those things though, so I choose to be all of them at once. It's kind of like mixing all the colors together though; you get black. In this case, you get a goofball.