#neo.fic

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vavavoom?

oouughh thats a self indulgent writer insert/volo from pla fic ive been picking at for. a while. basically its me going to confront volo after he uhh. goes off the deep end.

night falls, and the hero of hisui has gone to their quarters for what would most certainly be a night of tossing of turning, had they not heard someone standing at their door. they wait for the individual to knock before answering.

it's beni's assistant, that weird diva with the big fluffy boa and the heavy eyeliner. the second person cast out of the rift. he's tapping his foot dramatically, and the hero goes to close the door in his face.

beni's assistant wedges his foot in the doorway and winces at the pain.

"i'm not going out to get your glameow. come back tomorrow morning."

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LYCAN SUBSCRIBE

this ones a silly lil fic involving @hyperionsceo 's arcane self insert and mine having a jolly good time where nothing bad happens at all no sirree

all that being said, lycan does not shift out of his wolf form. he simply continues growling, hoping that aforementioned creature will take the hint and get the fuck out of there.

they do not get the fuck out of there.

they continue approaching, and the footfalls are more obviously that of a human, albeit one limping steadily. he can see their shadow against one of the walls, and the figure finally steps into a moonbeam.

ah. the motherfucker himself, eddie rowan.

the bitch in question makes it five full steps towards lycan before completely collapsing.

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🌹!!!

🌹- Eddie’s laid across the couch watching T.V. when Craigory comes home. He can hear the familiar dramatic music of The Real Housewives Of Senama, sees the nearly empty tub of cookie dough ice cream with the spoon still stuck in.

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🌹🌹🌹

🌹- He could clean and cook (though he was mediocre at both) and had a silver tongue that had negotiated their current predicament; now was simply following through.

🌹- Some might say he was odd for keeping his "mother" around as decoration, but he often found himself sitting in front of the shards of the darkened red container he was born from.

🌹- When he rambles, the words blur together, but the sound remains- a gentle, easy up and down in tone that settles in the back of your mind the same way good food sticks to your stomach.

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Sunbeam for the poem asks!

black fur turned rust brown

curled tight in a little ball

my cat does not move

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Mutt

laika of the stars

plays fetch with saturn's rings and

naps upon the moon

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guilt :)

do not guilt me here

i will not love you at the

cost of loving me

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gayrights!!

another pla fic this time talking abt how volo and i fell in love bc i am gay hence. gayrights.

perhaps matli should be grateful he ended up on the outskirts of the village instead of by any clan's territory. perhaps he should be even more grateful that he's being allowed to live in jubilife despite no recollection of who he is or where he came from- he doesn't even have the memory of falling out of one of those damn rifts everyone keeps gossiping about.

matli assumes he came from a different time. it would make explanations easier, the memories he has versus the memories he should.

he's not the only person to come out of the rift- there are two others. the tall balding fellow who lives with the pearl clan, and that kid in the survey corps whose name Matli has not yet learned and quite frankly does not want to learn.

maybe he should introduce himself. compare notes, see if any of them knew each other before ending up here.

he won't.