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horla/daffodil, G. Daffodil canonically calls Horla "little rose" and i need them to kiss about it maybe. for @morimenswrite

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Prompt #1. Silver

#morimenswrite begins! A daily writing challenge (this first post will be in the main fandom tag, future ones will not, don't worry) to encourage the fandom's writers. You can join any time with any prompt, but bonus (imaginary) points for writing along with us. Post to Ao3 to be included in the collection, and tag or @ me on Tumblr to be reblogged to this blog. info // prompts

[sabotsen]

Happy Day 1 of Morimens Writes, my friends!

Shoving all my entries into a chapter book on ao3. Day 1 is Doresain and Salvador because I’m always rotating them in my head.

[fuckupatoo]

Day 1: Silver

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Tonight, the Keeper dreams of a garden.

They wake flat on their back, buried in a field of flowers, and the air smells like wet earth. They taste copper, and the sky flickers and twists with patterns not even Sagacity could decode. 

They sit up.

The garden is infinite. The garden is tomorrow and yesterday. The flowers stretch on forever, and in the distance, caretakers in bronze prune weeds and water seeds.

In front of the Keeper is a path. At the end is a tree of silver wings, which blooms yields fruit sheds feathers blooms again. Its silver wings forms branches, which cradle a blind, resting eye. At the base of the tree, a Gardener digs around the roots.

The Keeper walks the path without thought. Only certainty. They behold the flowers, and each blooms with a face. Doll. Lotan. Ogier. Aigis. Jenkin. Lily. Murphy. Each face rests in a tranquil slumber, a still life portrait.

At the end of the path, next to the Gardener, a flower blooms with Ramona's face. The Keeper kneels, and cups it in their palms. It radiates gentle warmth.

"Do you know what you fight for, Pale Pupilless Eye?"

The Keeper startles, and turns. The Gardener is watching them with a caustic smile. 

"When it slumbered," the Gardener continues, "I never imagined it would become human."

The Keeper stands. They reach for a Silver Key that doesn't exist. "Who are you?"

"You fought so hard to save humanity. Why?"

"Who are you?"

The Gardener shrugs. "I created you."

"What?"

"Not you, specifically. But humanity. Life."

The copper in the Keeper's mouth grows pungent.

"So I ask: why save humanity?"

The Keeper glances back the way they came. "I had people I wanted to protect."

"And you thought denying them Dissolution was protection?"

The Keeper's fingertips tingle.

"Of course you did. You're attached to this pattern now." She steps forward, and cup the Keeper's palm with a gloved hand. "But are you sure that's a kindness?"

The Keeper's heart palpitates. The Gardener places a hand on their chest, and feels it.

"None of them will survive. As Awakeners, they have exempt themselves from the proper contest of existence. Your gaze will find them, and they will leave no descendants of gene or thought."

The Gardener sighs, relishing the moment. A warm trickle leaves the Keeper's ears.

"Until then, you have cursed them. They will struggle, and suffer, to maintain a futile existence. They will believe in the hope you represent, unaware of its poison."

The Gardener takes the Keeper's hand, and guides it towards Ramona's flower.

"A wise man once said that death is both failure and liberation. Liberation from a race you had no hope of winning."

The Gardener puts the Keeper's forefinger and thumb around the stem, like a noose around a neck.

"To kill, then, is a terrible sort of compassion, a dreadful kindness. Are you strong enough to be kind?"

The Gardener gently presses, and between the Keeper's fingers, the stem snaps.

...

When the Keeper wakes in Doll: Inferno's laboratory, blood stains their fingertips. It does not wash off.

[sofiaebby]

Morimenswrite Prompt # 1: Silver

Okay so this is the first time I wrote and posted any kind of fanfic on tumblr and I'm not even sure how to post or format this so please bear with me (kinda too shy to post anything based on my OCs on AO3 so this will be mainly on tumblr for now)

This first fic for @morimenswrite is entitled "Beginnings of a Silver-Haired Girl" based on the backstory of my Keeper OC.

I wrote this with my barebones memory of what Mythag University does so it might be wrong at times.

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Silver.

Mythag University have been researching the use of Silver in their technology ever since the university's inception.

But this is the first time they encountered a being, no, a person with actual hair made of silver.

How is it possible? Then again, finding her in the ■■■■■■■ explosion was already a mystery on itself, this person might be not a person at all.

A young lady with hair made of pure silver. But the impurities and imbalances of her body makes her hair susceptible to contamination as her body also produces black liquid that are just like dissolution slime. The lady is still unconscious but at least the researchers know she is still alive.

To know more about this girl, is to make her body be stabilized enough to help her awaken. The conflict of silver and D-slime truly is like an oxymoron in her vessel. They are determined to see her eyes open.

Researcher ■■■■■ spearheaded the research, analyzing the girl's vitals and genetic makeup. Despite the two huge anomalies in her biology, she is still mostly human. Perhaps a unique human. But as more tests and days go by, with days comes to weeks, to months and years... the girl still hasn't woke up from it's slumber.

They slowly determined that perhaps the amount of black liquid and the balance of silver might be causing this. Perhaps her whole being needs something much different than what normal humans would need to wake up. So they experimented even more.

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In the three years they have worked on her, "she" has finally woken up from her slumber. They gave her the name "Kirie", a name fitting for a being of miracle. Her hair isn't fully silver anymore, as it has patches of black along it's silvery streaks.

It took her a bit to adjust to being awoken, as her 3-year slumber have made her truly weak. She slowly learned how to walk and eat on her own, thanks to the doctors in the university.

They also made her officially a student, but wasn't allowed to interact with other students as her own wellbeing and physical health weren't stable enough to be introducing new variables. Within the year, she was able to move to places on her own and do many things on her own, to the relief of the researchers.

Slowly, they allowed her to go beyond of Mythag, as long as she was monitored remotely by Mythag in case of emergency. She wandered through streets of Londinium, where the smell of food were all around.

She eventually found herself in front of the Church of Redemption and went inside.

Feelings of wonder rush into her as she looked all around. She eventually sat on the nearest pew to absorb the awe that she felt. There were songs that played in the farther areas of the church that resonated all around the place that was soothing for her. Slowly, she drifted to sleep.

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She felt a warm hand on her shoulder. She opened her eyes and saw a figure towering over her. Her eyes are not focusing well immediately.

"Child, it seems that you have drifted to sleep. I don't see you around here often, are you perhaps new here?"

She squints her eyes. Despite the multiple attempts to clear her eyesight, it remains blurry.

"Are you alright, dear?" Said the deep, caring voice.

She was embarrassed to admit she needed help. Then a slight blue light have appeared in a flash, that after it's appearance, stabilized her eyesight. She sees a man's gentle smile in front of her. She was still quite shy to look fully at the man's face.

"Th-thank you, sir.."

"In this place, everyone is welcome. Perhaps the All-Father guided you here. Welcome, dear lamb."

She looked at her pocket watch. It was getting late.

"Nice to meet you, and thank you for the welcome as well... but I need to go now. Sorry for falling asleep in a public place.."

"Do not worry, little lamb. Your comfort is always the All-Father's priority. You are always welcome to rest in His house. May you have a safe trip back to where you came from."

"Thank you, sir..."

She did a curtsy and hurriedly left as she was aware of the curfew that was imposed on her by the university. The Priest that saw her off made a small smile on his face.

"What an interesting individual..."

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When she arrived in front of Mythag's gates, the researchers were looking sternly at her.

"I'm truly sorry for being late, sirs and madams. I really did not mean to fall asleep outside of Mythag. I accept any kind of punishment for my tardiness..."

She immediately was taken to the lab to make some tests on her. She didn't really mind it as she was used to this but she was quite unsure why she was thoroughly examined once more... perhaps it was due to her passing out during the trip outside Mythag.

The researchers found out that the balance of Dissolution and her Silver essence within her changed drastically while she was outside but was eventually balanced out by some sort of miracle during the trip as well.

Ever since that day, she was not allowed to go out for a while until she is able to fully go without her chemical imbalance being a detriment to her trip.

During those days being quarantined, she couldn't forget the nice man whose voice comforted her in the church and helped her when she was having a bit of trouble...

She didn't even manage to get his name.

[fuckupatoo]

Day 2: Glow

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How are geniuses made?

The sensational lie, which children believe: Geniuses are born. When most people first meet Doll, they think she was always this way. Always cold, always high-minded, always rational. They imagine her a precocious child, who corrected her classmates and parents on anything and everything. The idea she was ever a true child, innocent and ignorant, seems impossible.

Some adults know better. They believe the mature lie: Geniuses are trained. Doll had a mentor, or an excellent education, and they made her into this automaton of a woman, who lives for nothing but research. How amazing, but implicitly tragic. Anyone could be her, if only they sacrificed all human joys and pleasures!

The truth is neither sensational nor mature. It is boring: a little bit of both. Doll was not born smart, nor was she trained into it. No, her genius started with a light bulb. 

It was Doll's eighth winter. After years of replacing candles, her mother's landlord had renovated their decaying one bedroom apartment, and now, every room sported a hanging bulb. For her mother, it was a tiny luxury offset by a painful increase in rent. For Doll, it was a miracle. With the flick of a switch, one could create light without fire, or wax, or wood. How?

When Doll asked her mother, she got a vague answer about electricity. When she pressed further, her mother admitted she wasn't sure. It was a normal response, but to Doll, it was unbearably sad. How could her mother, the source of all wisdom and truth, not know something? Maybe her mother's mother—a woman Doll had never met, but her mother prayed to often—had forgotten to tell her.

It was a tragedy Doll had to rectify. But to ask her mother for help would just put another weight on her terribly burdened shoulders. So, with what little allowance she had, she bought a book.

It was beyond her years. The pages were filled with copious equations and adult words, and despite studying it late into the night, long after her mother had gone to sleep, she couldn't understand most of it. But it was a rare book, one of those written by someone with passion for both the subject, and the art of teaching it, and that was enough. It taught her of something called 'electrons', and how they could pass through copper like water through a stream. It taught her that some substances resisted this flow, and in resisting produced heat. Heat that glowed.

It took her a week of crying and begging, but her mother relented. She gave an advance on her allowance, and with it, she bought copper wire, filament, and a battery. In the corner of their kitchen, as winter wind howled outside, Doll played. She connected copper and copper, copper and filament, and then—

Light. She had made light. It was dim, and flickered as her tiny hands held the wires unsteady, but it was light!

In the morning, she asked her mother the same question: "Mom, how do light bulbs work?"

"I don't know," her mother said, smiling. "Do you?"

"I do!" Doll grinned. She took her mother's hand, and led her to kitchen, where a towel covered her first invention. "Everything is made of these little balls called atoms, and those little balls are followed by these smaller balls called 'electrons'!"

She sat her mother in one of the two chairs they had. "In some things, the electrons can flow. And when they can't flow very well, they make the thing hot! And what happens when something's hot?"

"It glows?" her mother ventured.

"Yes!" Doll ripped the towel off the table, and beneath was a battery, and copper wire connected to a filament.

"Where did you get—"

Doll put on gloves, and took the two ends of the wire. "This is the copper, which the electrons flow through, and this is the filament, which heats up as they do. When I connect it to the battery—"

The filament glowed. It was dim, and flickered as her tiny hands held the wires unsteady, but it glowed.

Her mother stared at her. "How did you...?"

Doll beamed. "I read about it in a book!"

"Dolores... are you a genius?"

"What's that?" 

[sofiaebby]

Morimenswrite Prompt # 4: Scale

In which I made something quite simple for the 4th @morimenswrite prompt.

...Cue an annoyed Kirie and Homework...

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Kirie looked at her homework sheet given by Professor Doll. It says: "Explain the Gnosis Index and it's peculiarities in essay form. Limit your answer in one sheet of paper only. Due on our next Awakener Physiology class."

"Gnosis Index is the scale they use to measure.... what again?"

Kirie is more accustomed to thinking "oh, it's the stability of the awakener's spirit particles in the silver" but she knows it's honestly more than that... or is it?

Looking at her Awakener files, the Awakeners with the highest Gnosis Index are Salvador, Tulu and Daffodil... all of which seem to be fairly independent and don't really need to constantly reinforce the link. The other Awakeners are at the 20+ range...

"Why is it 20+? What is 0 to the Index anyway? Some of them even have no info on their indices as well! What gives!"

Sometimes she wonders why is it even needed when not all of them are even documented on the scale of their Gnosis Indices. She furrowed her brow while looking at the sheet of paper once more.

"Ugh, my head hurts... I really don't get it at all!"

She wrote on her scratch paper: "Gnosis Index is an academic and research joke at this point."

Of course, Professor Doll would not like that answer and would probably hit her head for treating the homework as a joke when it is indeed being studied in Mythag.

"I'll... probably sleep it off first. Perhaps I can find a proper answer in the next few days. The next Awakener Physiology class is next week anyway."

She then stacks her papers and pens neatly on her desk and readies herself to rest for the day... Maybe she can find the answer she's been looking for in her dreams.

[sofiaebby]

Morimenswrite Prompt # 2: Glow

Kinda short one for today, because I couldn't really think of dialogue or a scene so have this...

For @morimenswrite Prompt #2 - Glow

Everytime Salvador casts "The Blessing" during investigations and battles, the stone tablets that hover behind him glow in pale blue light, lighting the markings of these tablets to cast their healing.

This otherworldly light was also present when the Keeper and Salvador first linked to each other.

A pale blue light, a mark perhaps of the All-Father's prophecy is all too familiar to Salvador.

He has seen this light even before he was awakened. This light was his salvation. The answer that the All-Father gave him in times of strife. It was comfort yet a curse. Despite that, he accepted that this light will always be there and this light will always need blood offerings to be seen once more. The payment may seem to be steep to others but in his eyes, no payment is too steep for the wellbeing of all the people he loved.

But for the Keeper, seeing this pale blue glow reminds them of Salvador's own light and warmth. They always knew Salvador was one of the kindest people they have ever met, even more evident that even Mythag students and faculty would seek him due to his comforting presence. A healing glow that he himself has, even without using The Blessing. The Keeper could only look in awe and bask in his glow when they spend time together. They would wish that they could just stay in his warmth for a long time but that is only a luxury perhaps the church goers can have.

As a Keeper, they knew calm, peaceful days are the minority. To go to investigations is the main job. To handle and neutralize dissolution is top priority. To indulge in such peaceful warmth for a long time is a crime for those who are suffering. This is what the Keeper signed up for in the Keygrave ceremony.

Salvador, with his knowledge from the All-Father, knew the Keeper, no, the Pale Flame, had the heaviest burden. As one of their linked Awakeners, he aims to always do his best to help the Keeper in his own way to ease that burden. To see the Keeper's pale flame continue to glow brighter is one of his purpose, after all.