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What Sophists lack in self-preservation, they make up for by being a magnet for absolute chaos. This is their innate defense mechanism.
Writer's block is its own special kind of hell.
There are two wolves inside of me.
One writes for Clandestine.
The other writes for eldritch!Noah.
Both of them want to bite Sophist.
Hm. I should catch up on posts, reply to 🐈⬛ anon, see what AUs people are talking about...
...but my brain is not shutting the fuck up about Travvy's Superhero AU.
"You should make more CCs for background characters" "Make Failboat a hero named FB and give him Kirby copy powers" "Have DougDoug and Sophist meet up at a bar and make Doug fix his phone because he owes Sophist a favor (because he fucking watched a hero (he'd argue it was a vigilante) try to kidnap his partner)" "Nick should get his hero identity humbled and just make him listen to Brent talk about Vernias"
To my left, I have a SophVern not-drabble inspired by certain musings.
To my right, I have Angel's Guardian.
In the middle, I have a self-indulgent SophVern that I may never have the courage to post.
This is too many writings.
How it feels to come back to a WIP from two months ago and discover it only has once sentence.
The idea of the crashers being women will not leave my brain.
Specifically, the idea of Nick having the smallest bust and being insecure about it. She swears she's at least bigger than Vernias (and also says Vern's pec muscles are cheating).
Sophist, of course, will not hesitate to tease her, her own back problems be damned.
Brent playing the chameleon game with friends is kind of precious.
I would say wholesome, but he called Sophist's writing trash.
But that's okay, because Sophist told him to shut the fuck up immediately after.