#entropy writes

[spiraldevs]

is there possibly a blog that archives coining prompt and event posts so people can get inspo. thatd be neat i think.

[shadesunder]

💔

a   ‘  goodbye  ’   kiss.a  lying  kiss.

Most of the time she enjoyed his company. Korregan knew she was a difficult person to be around. Her moods tended to vacilate from prickly and defensive to light hearted and flippant. Her managed to keep her on track by not playing into her bullshit too much. Which was usually what she needed.

But that also meant that he didn’t let things go when it became obvious that she didn’t want to talk about them. Or when she was trying to keep a secret. He could pry and needle and prod like no other and in her mounting frustration she often just said things to get him to stop bothering her.

Which of course never worked because then he had new fuel to pester her with. 

It didn’t help that she had exactly zero per cent chill. And he knew how to exploit that.

In retrospect she shouldn’t have said anything at all. But they were friends (at least she thought) and she had the sort of ridiculous thought that someone might miss her while she was gone.

“I’m not going to give you a key because I know you don’t need one.” she was packing. Her rucksack sat open and half deflated on her bed as she neatly tucked things away inside. A few books including her water warped journal. Tinderbox. A little enchanted lamp which she wrapped with a threadbare towel before gently tucking it inside. Her remaining three pairs of socks.

He was perched on the footboard, watching her with equal parts suspicion, interest, and something she couldn’t quite decipher. Maybe annoyance. In the end she knew she didn’t know him very well. Neither of them knew each other that well. It wasn’t trust that had her offering to let him crash at her place whenever he wanted, including while she wasn’t there. It was something else. A something else she couldn’t figure out either, and honestly didn’t care to.

“You could tell me where you’re going. I could probably help. My schedule looks pretty open…” There was something in his voice that made her glance up from rolling her sleeping bag down into a surprisingly small cylinder. For a moment it looked like she was considering it when in actuality she was considering him. His motivation behind the offers and the queries. Whether or not he really wanted her to accept.

After a beat she shook her head, buckling the sleeping bag to the top of her half-empty satchel and stepping a little closer to him. She lifted a hand, glanced at his face to make completely certain they were alright with this at the moment - the little brief contact that sometimes one or both of them pulled away from - and finally settled her hand kind of benignly on the outside of his leg.

“It’s only going to be a couple of days and we’re booked full. Besides you’re way too skilled for this job. I don’t need you thinking less of me when I make a complete mess of things.” The self-deprecating joke wasn’t particularly mean spirited but she could see him starting to protest. So she snagged the collar of his shirt in her other hand and guided him down to meet her obvious distraction of a kiss. Just long enough to begin to soften into it. Not so long that she got carried away.

Letting him go she patted him a little too hard on the cheek just to put some sting into what she’d just done. To distract from it. Bounce him from one thing to another. This time when she smiled it was smooth and easy. She didn’t always fumble her way through things.

“I’ll be fine. And I’ll be back soon.” She insisted. And she lied, meeting his gaze without a blink. And she winked at him fleetingly as she shouldered her bag and slipped out of the apartment, locking the door behind her. 

[spiraldevs]

does anyone have a working link to the gendervirtual/genderdigital flag template/seperate layers? the link on the original post is dead

[spiraldevs]

hello there, call us Entropy. we're a (sub)system that coins terms on the hellsite. we may use we/us and i/me interchangeably. use it/its or null/nulls pronouns for speaking of us please.

✶ we don't take requests, we're still figuring out what we want to do with this sideblog besides coin stuff and post npt packs.

we try to research before coining anything that might already exist but if we miss something and recoin a pre-existing term, please tell us and send us the original coining so we can link to it!

you can add our terms/flags to wikis or whatever as long as you keep the original definition in the wiki page pretty please. we looove archival so i encourage it + making archives of the original coining post

BYF/stances/if you dont like this block us:

we are pro endogenic systems and neutral on tulpa terminology. please just block us if you have anything against that im too tired to deal with sysmeds/syscourse

we also support 'contradictory' labels like mspec gays and lesboys and afab transfems/amab transmascs

all aspec identities are included under the queer umbrella even if we arent "gay enough" for you

transandrophobia is a real issue and every time you "men bad" people try to deny it you just further prove our point

anti harassment, anti censorship, even if you think its acceptable or deserved, because it isnt

tags:

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#entropy writes - text posts

#entropy coins - coining posts

#entropy packs - npt packs

#entropy reblogs - reblogs

#entropy answers - ask responses

[shadesunder]

[Hugs for a very long time]

To no surprise he wasn’t there when she unlocked the door to the shitty little apartment in Dalaran. There was no real indication that he’d ever actually been there, so for all she knew he could have stuck around for days after she’d gone. It had taken nearly two weeks for her to get out to Azsuna, get the job done and come back. Of course he wouldn’t still be here. What was she even thinking. Korregan didn’t pretend to know or understand Mekia but she’d worried that maybe she had hurt him in some way. And she had no reason to want to do that.She wandered around the apartment while unpacking her bag, not that there was much to unpack. Everything done in a kind of haze. The weird post-travel comedown when she began to feel blisteringly lonely and insufferably sullen. A touch on her shoulder made her scream. She hadn’t heard the lock click open. Hadn’t heard him cross the room. Had only felt the hand on her shoulder, then felt it withdraw as she physically jumped and screamed. Surprised, but knowing even as she reacted that there was only one person it could be. When she whirled around on him he already had his hands up defensively. Smiling enough to be disarming on its own. In a ‘please don’t kill me’ way. She didn’t kill him. She might have sworn at him but it was carried on a gasp of relief. Not just relieved that it was only him, but relieved that it was him. Without warning she ducked her head and lunged for him. It was a short distance between them and though he was prepared for some kind of retaliation, it maybe hadn’t quite been that. Korregan wrapped her arms around him, too tight at first but quickly backing off to just firm. Not constricting or even restricting. Her chin hooked over his shoulder at first, but after a moment she ducked it down and pressed her face to his collar. She gripped her fingers in the back of his shirt, bunching fabric in her fists rather than pressing him to her. She held onto him rather than just holding him. When she felt his arms wrap around her, holding her in a little too tightly, his chin resting on the top of her head, that was when she finally started to relax. Her breaths were shaky, her face felt hot, maybe she was leaving wet spots on the front of his shirt from her tears but she didn’t care. All she cared about in that moment was in that reciprocal loop of arms. A hug that went on longer than necessary, but at least as long as both of them needed it to.

[shadesunder]

🔑 // handcuff my muse (for Vynthius)

“They’re not going to fall for this. Can’t they… sense you or something?” Korregan clutched the bars of her holding cell, staring at the figure on the other side. The Illidari had slithered up out of seemingly nowhere and was now patiently breaking the lock on the cage door. She heard metal shear and took a step back as he slipped into the cramped space with her. “We’ll just have to keep our distance, won’t we? And you’ll have to play your part well.” He reached up and tweaked her chin and she recoiled with a grunt, putting both hands up like she intended to force him away. The manacles clapped down around her wrists and she practically shrieked, immediately trying to pry them apart. “What the fuck are you doing? Get these off of me you-”“There you go. Playing your part.” He smirked at her. She could feel him smirking at her about as well as she could hear and see it. A tight grip and tug jerked her nearly off of her feet and she stumbled out of the cell as he started dragging her out of the prison. Her pulse raced, her heart thrumming in her head and the back of her throat. She tripped and skidded behind him, trying to pull free the whole time while the metal and leather of the cuffs chafed against her wrists. The half-elf glared daggers at the Demon Hunter’s back, trying at least to avoid making it entirely easy for him. While he didn’t seem to give a damn. They got little attention on their way out of the outpost, too far away to look like more than some cultist leading a sacrifice or captive around.He pulled and dragged her around the perimeter of the camp until they reached an outcropping. Once there he turned around so quickly she nearly ran into him. Drawing up short she stared at him warily until he pushed her hands back at herself hard enough to knock her to the ground. Lightning-fast he was in her face, smirking at her as she sputtered and cursed. “Sit here. Behave. Think you can do that?” He didn’t even wait for a response as he disappeared back over the ridge towards the camp they’d just escaped. Korregan slumped back against the rock behind her, sulking. Her wrists hurt, her backside hurt. If she’d had any left her pride would have hurt. She sat on the hillside watching Illidari descend from the ridge into the camp, trying to pick out the unfortunately familiar shifting form among them. Hoping that maybe she’d get lucky and see something else do what she very much wanted to - Completely, savagely murder Vynthius Vilesun.

[spiraldevs]

a lot of flight rising related xenogenders incoming. sorry we're autistic.....

[shadesunder]

38. Are they the hero, or anti-hero, 42. Are they close with anyone who is going to screw them over?, 99. Are they co-dependent?

38. Anti-hero at best. Like a whiny anime protagonist.42. I don’t know, IS SHE, MEK?! (<3)99. Very co-dependent, but only because she thinks she’s incapable of doing things on her own. She is a ruthless survivor, capable of taking the kind of hard knocks that would leave most other people flat. She is smart, quick witted and shrewd. But she’s also untrusting of new people and accustomed to being part of a group. She’s always gotten along because she’s been with a group that has looked out for each other and made each other whole. The last few years have not been good for developing her sense of trust or her self-esteem.