#kalrin

[aurochsent]

kalrin 13

Kalrin 13. Waving Through a Window - From Dear Evan Hansen - Owl City

We start with stars in our eyes We start believing that we belong But every sun doesn't rise And no one tells you where you went wrong

(kalrin pyrhis is a fantroll of @eclecticopposition's)

[eclecticopposition]

fic writer questions 1, 5, 7, 15, 17, 29 wire guy, 37, 47 asbestine infelidel, and 49 of course

oh shit okay let's fucking GO

fic writer asks

1 we have been asked a few times, and answered here. everyone should read merry go merry gone.

5: What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now!

(also answered here)

no questions. look at my ocs boy.

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

(also answered here)

for wire guy specifically? all of the branched stuff. we gave a canon character five parents. we think that takes guts. and we think that a lot of the worldbuilding comes through subtly (or not so subtly) in phrygian's perspective, and the way they engage with the world, which makes us happy.

but some of our best worldbuilding was definitely in variance. some of the planetary landmarks are extremely cool. and honestly, the whole thing with biosynthetic technology is awesome. did you know that they literally grow houses out of seeds and the thing architects do is correct micrometer to millimeter scale flaws while they're in early developmental stages, so the building doesn't come out with fucked up windows or slanted floors? there are different types of specialized architects for different house ages and building types. the designers synthesizing the seeds to have particular floor plans have a completely different job.

most houses calcify when they're finished growing and become rigid structures, and further construction work involves making parts of the building malleable again. numerals don't have the same black and white distinctions between "alive" and "not alive" that we do, but it is general scientific consensus that fully grown houses are designed to be dormant and require external energy to be partially, temporarily woken up. there's a common belief among certain populations of laypeople that on some level, buildings are living beings, and houses can be still alive.

15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?

oh god that's a hard one. maybe the variance mech au? or some of the post-havenfree stuff. the stuff we've been writing with ohnyxx and azyrix is pretty fucking good.

we swear there's something we're just forgetting.

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

we did answer this here, and you're one of the two guys mentioned. but rule number one is yes we will absolutely answer it again.

AU where ohnyxx lives a fucking happy life or something. or AU where they and kalrin do some rose bride shit. hey actually do you remember that one story we made where you can pull your soul out in the form of a sword? we think they should do that to each other. just run around with each other's swouls. and be weird about it.

29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for [wire guy]? Explain your choices if you want!

now there's a great question! @humanmorph also asked it. apparently everyone wants our musical takes.

we're throwing together a wire guy playlist right now. you can find it here! it's still a work in progress, but we think it's pretty good.

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

friends at the table people should at least read chapter one of six sunday. that's where we keep the figure and phrygian.

47. If [Asbestine Infelidel] was a pair of shoes, what kind would it be? Describe the shoes.

you've singled out the one fic we knew right off the bat we can actually answer this question for. and we KNOW you haven't read it. you're great.

asbestine infelidel is a pair of ragged cloth foot wraps, covered in a strange grey dust. there's a piece of an autumn leaf caught in the gap between its toes.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

well................................. you know

[talankry]

Quick doodle of my Arcana apprentice MC. Their name is Kalrin :3

[chemistfail]

Beatrice Blackwell and her useless himbo husband

https://www.patreon.com/chemistfail

[stelladente]

Drawing on Duty at the Little Fish booth #art #kalrin #ket #két

[eclecticopposition]

kalrin 30, rajole 22, ohnyxx 44

some pulls this time. enjoy

(Kalrin and Rajole are our fantrolls, Ohnyxx belongs to @aurochsent. among other things)

Kalrin #30: Dam, Damn

I'll have all my demons stuck behind a dam Damn! On the other side is all I am Man! I hope the sticks are strong, the structure's sound Sounds Like in one instance I could go way down, down down Way down down down (Haha)

Rajole #22: ooh la la (feat. santa fe klan)

my pockets are plumper this season, i love to cuff em i ain't afraid of nothin but nothingness, ain't it something? warmongers are dumpin', they'll point and click at your pumpkin (look out) your suffering is scrumptious, they'll put your kids in the oven

Ohnyxx #44: Eat You

I'm gonna eat you You're my desire I'm gonna sharpen all my teeth and build a fire I'm gonna eat you Cook and defeat you I'm gonna breathe you in my lungs and make you mine

[eclecticopposition]

😂😍 <- fic asks :]

let's fucking gooooooooooo

fic ask prompts

😂 a funny or crack WIP snippet

(oh we have been WAITING to post cook scene)

under the cut for length! a bonus scene from wire guy awaits

The oven thing works itself out. When Avier hears about it, he and the other cooks descend upon the Majority Rule eagerly. Phrygian finds him ordering two sous-chefs around, directing them to prepare sufficient pizzas for the lot of them. 

“Why are you the cook if you can't eat?” Phrygian asks, and then belatedly realizes that this might be rude. “I mean, no offense. Sorry.”

“Oh, the same reason I'm a doctor,” Avier says sagely. “I like to watch.”

“...Excuse me?”

“It's all so wet,” he says. “Biology, I mean. Digestion especially. Don't you think?”

Phrygian no longer likes this conversation very much.

“The Captain really is a genius,” Avier says, with a distant look in his eyes and a tone of clear admiration. Or something. “He understands the beauty of digestion. And him, him? He just does it. Leap, he doesn't mess around like most people. He's a man of action.”

“Does he know you think that?”

“He told me not to talk to him about it anymore,” Avier says, and sighs. “Just make the pancakes, he said. Just cook the eggs.”

“Okay.”

“People will just eat things that you give them if you learn how to cook,” Avier says, sounding very gratified by this. “And let you be a doctor.” 

“Because you learned to cook?” Phrygian asks, to clarify. They really hope that this is not what they mean.

“No, no, because I went into organic medicine,” Avier says. “I did two years of school.”

“Oh.”

“And I'm good as gold at stitches!”

“That's... great?”

Avier rattles, which they decide to take as agreement.

“Should I... be concerned?” Phrygian asks, to clarify. “Are you going to like... poison somebody just to see what happens?”

“No, no, of course not!” Avier waves his hand. “No no no no, no. Shortsighted. I live here. There's a trust factor. If I wanted to poison someone, I'd poison someone else.”

“...Okay.”

“Besides, poisoning isn't...” He sighs, shaking his head. “It's passé, don't you think? I'm a little bored of all that by now. Big moves like that are a young man's game. Me? I already shoot people for a living. I’m just here to cook.”

“That answer really is not very comforting,” Phrygian admits.

Avier clicks in displeasure. “People always say that! I never understand why!”

“Do they?”

“Yes! Is it supposed to be more comfortable to hear someone just say No, no, I would never? Anyone can tell lies! I, at least, would want to hear a reasonable case for why our interests align. You’d want to hear that even if I did want to poison somebody, I wouldn't.”

“I... could see that,” Phrygian concedes. “I can see the logic there.”

This ship is completely full of freaks.

😍 published lines or a section of a fic that you loved writing?

Six Sunday number three. It's funny as fuck. Shoutouts to Kalrin being a five star weirdo and having a normal relationship to the things they keep in their cupboards.

Highlights include:

There!  There he is, a few doors down. His candy red fur, his glossy dead eyes. His gaping, mocking smile. The light does not touch him directly. Even just the sight of his face in the dark sends a chill up your spine.  For a moment you waver. Some things not even you should trifle with. But – no, Ohnyxx needs you. Your house and life are on the line. You grab that fucker by the throat and you drag him out from behind the oversize plates. They came with the house. You never use them. You squeeze his throat and you put a finger to his open mouth to preempt his evil whispers. “DO NOT FUCK THIS UP FOR US,” you tell him. “I WILL PUT YOU BACK IN THERE. I AM NOT JOKING. YES, IT’S ME, I’M SURE YOU CAN TELL.” He stares past you and does not make a sound. “DO NOT FUCK THIS UP,” you repeat. “SERIOUSLY. I MAY KID ABOUT A GREAT MANY THINGS BUT I KID YOU NOT RIGHT NOW. I HAVE NO INTEREST IN YOUR TRICKS AND THE AMOUNT OF BULLFUCKERY I WILL TOLERATE COMES TO A GRAND TOTAL OF ZERO. THIS IS NOT A TRANSACTION AND YOU SHALL KEEP YOUR WRETCHED LITTLE MAW AS QUIET AS THE SHALLOW GRAVE I WOULD OTHERWISE PUT YOU IN, BECAUSE FAILING ALL ELSE, I WILL SEND YOU BACK INTO THE DEPTHS OF KITCHEN SOLITARY AND LEAVE YOU THERE, FOREVER UNABLE TO ROT. KAPICE?” He does not say anything. You choose to take this as compliance rather than him biding his time, on account of how yours is running out. 

and our favorite line in the fic

“I WILL FORGIVE YOU IF YOU PULL THIS OFF,” you lie. 

[aurochsent]

alright well it's sunday and the sixes are coming for us. and we actually have stuff going on due to all the permitting joy and whimsy we've been doing lately, so we may as well, right.

tagged in by @kalvin-brnine; tagging in @bigfootswashingmachine and @oriigami even though it is late enough that it might already be monday for everyone else. here's this scrap of self indulgence

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Waking up slowly is nice, you think. And strange. 

You are used to jolting awake on a dry mattress with your heart already pounding and your breath coming fast. You are used to perfectly lukewarm air and thin blankets tangled around your waist, as if you had desperately needed your arms and legs freed. You are used to finding yourself grasping for something unidentifiable, which is never there.

It's different here. You are comfortable, even in the discomfort of having fallen asleep at all the wrong angles. There is a warmth curled up against your body. You hum low in your throat and press your face against their shoulder. You feel fingertips squeeze lightly on your arm, and the hum breaks into a purr. It’s nice. There are no blankets - you never need them when Kalrin is around.

You feel the moment that you shift from being unconscious to realizing that you are conscious. You know exactly where you are, suddenly; everything around you flows into place, reality orienting itself. 

This is Kalrin’s house. You are with them on their couch. You know the smell of it. You must have fallen asleep here somehow. The faint scent of flat soda augments the air, drifting up from the bottle you left standing on the floor. Alternix’s weak sunlight brushes warmth onto your arms through a crack in the curtains. You are not sure when you took your hoodie off, but you kind of like it right now. You can feel their hands on your arms better, and the texture of their hoodie under your fingers….

No. Wait. Hold on. 

You frown. You try to keep your eyes closed. You have a feeling that opening them will make you horribly dizzy somehow. You feel long hair on the back of your neck and over your face. You feel Kalrin, it must be Kalrin, stir and sit up from where they were laying on top of you. 

“OHNYXX,” croaks a voice, and you can feel the vertigo coming for you. It is the one voice that you know better than any other voice in all of existence, and the one voice that you never expected to hear like this. 

“OHNYXX I BELIEVE THAT YOU FORGOT TO SET THE FREAKY FRIDAY ALARM,” your own voice shouts in your ear. "AND IT HAS COME TO COLLECT ON OUR ASSES."