#plot i guess

[shockwave-reporting]

There may be an issue with my posting. An....encounter....has produced an unfortunate result. I will unfortunately have to silence some mechs if I wish to remain uncompromised.

[kiantolupus]

Dreams are fun

I was a dark grey plushy that could manipulate my threads to move around like a snake. I was "warrior of the kind dark" and had a light grey counterpart "warrior of the kind light" who initially tried to fight me until I showed them kindness by not fighting them

Anyway a bit of time passed and suddenly another plushy with a thread manipulation ability showed up and started killing humans and puppeteering their bodies with their threads. They were "warrior of the cruel dark" which implies there was a cruel light to finish the set but cruel light never appeared

The dream never reached a story conclusion but me and cruel dark were evenly matched enough that instead of plushies fighting we were more like thread balls fighting and getting tangled in each other. Idk where kind light disappeared to, maybe fighting the implied cruel light

[civilgravescomic]

The plot

Jamie, as a 6-year-old, discovers his reflection has a mind of its own. A magical buddy that lives in his brain and talks to him.

It names itself Claw, and as Jamie grows up and has more autonomy, Claw develops a growing urge to do the worst possible thing in every situation.

Claw seems to represent what Jamie could be if he chose the worst choice available.

David Graves meets Jamie and they bond.

weird cryptic horror happens and Jamie is forced to vanish.

David, who is wildly co-dependent on him, channels his inner Batman and action happens.

Claw cannot stop collecting trinkets.

Bird people are not real. Hell is under poor management. The Blood-Wraith cannot hurt you.

[lostfledgling]

Reunion

Kamilah stood outside the Wilshire motel next to a car that looked way to nice to have any business being there, nervous fidgeting with her hijab. Abioye could easily see that this was not going to be easy on the Toreador and now pretended to care as he leaned over to the passenger side seat to speak with her through the passenger window that was rolled down. “It's going to be fine Kamilah, she will have no reason to mistrust you, you are her sister after all” His voice was kind, kinder then she had gotten in a long time. It also helped that she rather liked his accent, even if she couldn't exactly place it. It always made her smile when he or Wilhelm spoke. “Yes...Yes you are right” She gave a weak smile before walking, she could hear her heels on the concrete, at least that made her feel powerful even if just for a fleeting moment as it was all lost as she now stood in front of room 6, wondering if it was too late in the night for this. No, no...This needed to be done or someone else would step in and they could never be as kind to Saaleha or as gentle as she herself could be. She would not allow crude tactics to be used against her sister, she was too important to Kamilah. With a deep breath the fledgling now knocked on the door and from behind it Kamilah could easily hear footsteps running around. “One moment!” A familiar voice called from within, if it was possible Kamilah's heart would have skipped a beat. There was more noises from inside as Saaleha has assumed this was the detective she had hired to find her sister and was now kicking clothes and other things under the bed, trying to seem like she was a somewhat tidy person...All the pizza boxes were going under the bed too. Soon the door would open and the two would meet face to face, Kamilah gave a nervous smile while Saaleha looked surprised and then overcome with joy as she jumped into her sisters arms. Kamilah could easily hold her as she laughed a little, now walking into the motel where she would in no way sit or touch anything while also checking for bed bugs before turning to her sister, ready to lie her ass off about what had been happening. In the end Saaleha would believe her, believe every lie spoken from her lips that this was just a business thing that had taken up a lot of her time, that she had simply forgotten to call or reply to text messages. It had happened before in the past after all and while Saaleha was still curious or suspicions of some things the girl would fall in line, no more snooping around the town for her, at least not to find her sister. Soon Saaleha would leave the motel and stay with Kamilah while on break, she would stare at the twins of course when they came around as she was pretty sure at least one of them was with her sister since they did disappear into her room for hours sometimes into the night, or leave together to do who knows what, she assumed date. That was okay though, as she had myths and urban legends to try and crack! Plus a blog to update on the occult and supernatural and she didn't want to miss her chances while in L.A.

[ask4sword]

If you could send your older selves a message, what would you say?

...Sometimes I don’t think we’re gonna make it to being older...

Red got...really hurt the other week..sorry, that’s why we’ve been absent. He’s...he’s going to be okay but...

.....

Do you need to take a break, Red..?

N-No...it’s ok...we have to make it to the inn....for the night. I don’t...wanna stay out here.

[brokencalamity-blog]

Today was a normal day on your little beachfront hive. The sun fell to the moon, you arose from your upright recouperacoon, had a little breakfast, and then layed out on the beach for a few hours. It was perfect. Of course, this was how you always spent your days, so far from local contact, and too relaxed to want to visit tumblr. And of course, your lack of friends, save for a select few.

The normality of the morning drifted into the afternoon.You had lunch, enjoyed yourself with a little sewing, and then sat back and watched TV for a bit.

Something cut off your daily routine. A loud sound, or sounds, coming from outside your hive. Something flying...And crashing.

You stepped outside. A lump formed in your throat.

Your lusus laid in the sand, purple blood spilling from several wounds, scars left along her body. She was dying, needless to say, and you were standing there, speechless as she was.

And paralyzed, you stood, and still stand, hours later. Your lusus passed away right in front of you.