#hellebore rambles

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If you think about it hard enough, Rocky's a mad scientist.

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CHAPTER 2 IS UP!!

I have a Beta reader now, the wonderful @enderianidiot !! Thank u for beta reading Ender ily <3

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

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OKAY SO I WROTE A PHM FIC!

I started reading the book, became obsessed, joined the fandom like a week ago, and wrote this. Please enjoy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86947146

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Art softwate shouldn't cost 56 GBP to use freely

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I was to dabble into a superhero au, I'd say that Skizz would be a feral vigilante, Impulse would be an exhausted director of the heroes who becomes evil because he got fed up with his dumb coworkers, and that they're both as weak as each other. And i will need you to hear me out.

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So like. Stucky have been eating my brain for the past. Three days? I've been introduced to the mcu and by extension Bucky Barnes and Stucky and DUDE the hyperfixation is raging.

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Gonna put this out there, because i need to get writing.

Um!

Feel free to request a concept, and I'll write you a little thing. Asks are open <3

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Got possessed by the spirit of the Creators au.

Please accept.

Old Creators.

Have you ever wandered this vast, endless world, and wondered who set the very blueprints for it? Who built the trails that now lay in ruin, who rose the Ancient cities, deep in the caves of dark? Who made the mechanisms inside the Trial Chambers run like clockwork, even now, after their age is long since passed?

We call them Creators. They were hermits, that lot. Alone, or in groups, the Creators were a collective. Immortals, who liked to  and learn. We think some may have never known other Creators existed, or some didn't know about their strange nature.

But we do wonder what has moved them to build all these places, and then inevitably leave them to their eventual decay.

Now we live on, in the world that they had left behind, and we hear echoes of their return. Should we dare raise our voices, and ask them to come and build new places, and tells us their stories?