Hi welcome to I lost all control this morning and would like to bring everyone down with me! Please join :)
Obligatory Jairus and Einn cuz they’re the only ones with actual content 🙃 I do love them though
And here we have Castys and Syll, who I wrote about once and will write about again soonish cuz I’m using them for my creative writing class because I have very bad Love Castys Disease. He’s so fun to write. And Syll just has to put up with him.
So we’re tagging @just-a-raccoon-with-wifi @galaxywhump and @my-whumpy-little-heart (I would tag the whole clown gang but I don’t wanna use up all the @ right away know that I love you all kk) As always, no pressure to do it and jump in if you want (●'◡'●) ✿
20 chaos warriors done. Just in time for their cooler models to come out. Probably won’t be able to grab them for a while so these guys will do! . .. ... .. . #slaanesh #chaoswarriors #warhammerageofsigmar #warhammercommunity #paintingwarhammer #warhammerkitbash #slaaneshdaemons #coolminiornot #dnd #criticalrole #customminifigure #painting #warhammerAoS #Syll’Esske #warmongers #paintingminiatures #dungeonsanddragons #warpaintersguild #kitbashheroes #hobbyprogress #kitbashingwarhammer https://www.instagram.com/p/B5jyjXfHX-v/?igshid=14m7e094lhntx
Uhh yeah I finally had to turn in my writing portfolio AKA I finished my phat fiction story with a whumpy ending!
This is a VERY non-canon space pirate AU featuring Castys, Syll, and Erebus, all of whom are mortal and completely human here.
Castys Masterlist
Ingredients: character death, body horror, implied amputation, self harm to escape from danger
“Hey, Castys, I just picked up another old distress signal. And it’s close by, so we should be able to at least pop by and grab some valuables before we need to head back to base,” Syll said, glancing up from her command console.
“This better not be another planet with one of those giant evil apocalypse monsters still roaming around. The scars that fish thing gave me have not gone away yet.” Castys rolled down his sleeve as he said this, revealing a row of puncture marks that stood out on his bronze skin. He lazily examined them while still driving their spaceship.
“The cool thing about scars is that they don’t go away.”
“Oh hey shut up look at that it’s the planet-wow it’s super white.” Castys peered out the window at the huge white sphere that had come into view once the ship had slowed down. Syll got out of her chair and joined him in front of the main window.
“Is it winter in both hemispheres? I didn’t think this one was far enough from its sun to warrant this much ice. And I can’t see any structures or oceans or anything, everything must have been completely frozen over. It could be how they all died,” Syll mused.
“Well, if we get too cold we can always just stab ourselves with our thousand degree knives.” Castys pulled out his plasma knife and held it close to his chest, which probably would have killed him if the blade had been turned on. “Big toasty~.” He put it back in his pocket. “Anyway, could you go get Erebus up while I land this thing? I’ll do it in the southern hemisphere since it’s supposed to be summer there and less cold is good.” Syll nodded and went to wake Erebus, who was sleeping on the lower deck of the ship.
Castys landed the ship in a field next to a frozen city. The three of them met near the exit hatch, and Erebus checked the outside conditions display to see if the atmosphere would be breathable. It was, thankfully, but there was something else that stood out on this supposed frozen planet. “Guys… I don’t think that’s ice out there. The temp gauge says it’s warm out there. Like above-the-melting-point-of-water warm.”
“For real?” Castys replied, shoving Erebus aside to look. “Wack. Guess I won’t need all this warmy stuff then. Especially since this planet isn’t one where the atmosphere isn’t made of toxic gas that’s going to burn my skin.” He shed his warmer layers, and the other two followed suit.
When they stepped outside, they had to shield their eyes for a moment. Everything was a blinding white as far as the eye could see. Every tree and building was covered in a layer of glittering crystals. Flowers sprouted here and there, unnaturally still in the breeze. The ground crunched as they walked on it, the only sound disturbing the unnatural silence that pressed on their ears. The dead planets they pillaged typically still had some sort of life on them, something crawling or running or flying about, but everything here was completely still. Frozen, quiet, and crystalline.
Upon entering the city, they began to find the people. Their forms had been hard to make out from far away in the stark-white environment, but there were hundreds of them throughout the streets. Each and every one was frozen in time. Running, crawling, fallen to the ground, screaming in agony, in disbelief, reaching out to one another, staring up to the sky. Perfectly still statues with every flavor of pain and fear written across their faces.
“What...happened here?” Erebus had stopped in front of the form of a woman collapsed on her knees, a look of horror on her face as she stared at her own hands.
“Yeah this is pretty messed up.” Castys nudged the arm of a person lying on the ground, but they didn’t budge. “I don’t know if it’s as bad as that one planet with all the mushrooms...well, I’m sure y’all remember, but these guys are just like, perfectly frozen in their, uh, magic crystal death.”
“What does it matter? We’re not here to play detective for a dead planet.” Syll paid the frozen people no mind, weaving past them as she continued to walk down the street, looking buildings up and down. “Besides, there’s no use getting all sad about dead people we don’t even know. We see them all the time, pillaging dead planets as much as we do, and this time’s no different.”
“I don’t think we’ve seen anything exactly like this before.” Syll shot an annoyed glare at Castys and he held his hands up in surrender, continuing, “I get what you’re saying, though, so I’m down to stop staring at dead people and try to find some valuables.” He began walking with Syll, and Erebus reluctantly followed, giving the dead woman one last glance.
The three of them usually tried to find a museum or building of the sort when pillaging planets, since works of art of precious artifacts were worth a lot more galaxywide than the planet’s local currency ever could be. Normally, street signs and maps could typically assist in their search, but their crystalline coating made them impossible to read. Erebus tried to scrape the crystals off, but his efforts yielded nothing but more crystals. Wandering around looking for a museum was all they could do.
However, once they saw the building in the distance, they knew they had found it. It was much shorter than the surrounding buildings and was flanked by impressive columns and statues. The three walked through the open doors hoping there was something of value inside. The lights no longer worked, but huge windows along the walls allowed enough light in to see, even though the glass had been turned into the strange crystals. The situation inside the museum wasn’t any different from the outside. Every single thing had been converted to crystals, from the skeletons to the works of art, a blank white scene of greatness long-gone.
“I don’t think there’s gonna be anything worthwhile in here since it’s all crystal-y. Let’s just call this one a dud and head out.” Castys began to turn back and head outside.
“Wait.” Erebus held his arm out, stopping him. “A lot of museums have, like, a room with different minerals and stuff right? Maybe if this place had one we could go and see if this planet has some weird mineral that, I don’t know, spread all over for some reason? There’s gotta be a sign with information or something.”
“That would be a great idea except for, oh yeah,” Castys gestured to a large blank sign next to him, “words aren’t real.” There was an awkward pause. “Like reading words. Here. Because of the crystals. If there was a sign we couldn’t read it. Because everything turned into-” Erebus clamped a hand over Castys’s mouth before he could continue.
“Thank you, Castys. Shut up, Castys.” Castys responded in an even more mature manner by shoving his friend back, causing him to trip and fall on his back. “Ouch. Geez, dude. You made me bite my tongue.”
“OH NO! I’ve killed you, my dear friend.” Castys fell to his knees, his hands clasped in front of him as if in prayer. “Forgive me for this grave sin.”
“Would you two stop fooling around?!” Syll yelled from the top of the large staircase on the other side of the room. “There might still be something worthwhile in this place, even if it is made of these weird crystals. So start looking.” Castys gave her a thumbs up and helped Erebus off the ground before beginning to explore.
After about an hour, the three of them met up in one of the rooms on the upper floor. There wasn’t much of a haul since most of the things they would normally steal, like gold and gems, lost their value upon becoming crystal. They did find a few small figurines that would still be valuable since their delicate craftsmanship was preserved and a few fossils that were probably detailed enough to be worth something. As they moved to leave, Erebus motioned for the other two to wait.
“I might know what these crystals are. I stopped by what used to be the gemstone room, and being in there helped me remember some stuff from that geology class I took when I was younger.” He held up a chunk of crystal he’d picked up from somewhere. “There’s one mineral that you can lick it and you know exactly what it is. Give it a try, Castys.” He tossed him the crystal.
“Well, you know I like licking things.” Castys immediately tried it out, much to Syll’s disgust and Erebus’s amusement. He made a face. “Eugh. It’s just super salty.”
“Wait, it’s actually halite? It’s the mineral that’s just straight-up NaCl, one hundred percent salt. I was hoping it was just going to be quartz or something, here, let me try.” Erebus motioned for Castys to give him the crystal back.
“So you just wanted me to lick a random rock for no reason? Why didn’t you just try it yourself?” Castys replied, tossing it back.
“Every scientist needs a guinea pig.” Erebus smiled. He licked the crystal and immediately winced. “Ouch, yeah that’s halite all right. Which I normally wouldn’t mind licking, but somebody made me bite my tongue.” He stuck it out for them to see the small wound, but where it should have been red, there was a patch of white. And it was growing bigger.
“Erebus, what is that?” Syll asked, moving forward to get a closer look.
“I-” was all he could say before his tongue became completely encased in the white crystals and Erebus found he couldn’t move it anymore. The spread of the crystals didn’t stop there. The patch of flesh-turned-salt grew bigger and bigger, radiating out from his mouth. He collapsed to the ground, frantically scratching at his skin, trying to get the rapidly forming layer of salt off. Castys and Syll looked oh in horror as every gouge he made in his flesh quickly changed from red to white, drops of blood only coloring their bleached surroundings for a moment before turning completely into salt.
“Erebus, Erebus!” Castys grabbed his hand, trying to do something, anything, to help his friend. “What the hell is happening?!” He yelled desperately.
“I-I don’t…” Syll felt rooted to the spot, like she was the one turning into a statue. All she could do was watch as Erebus’s movements became jerkier in his last act of grabbing Castys’s hand tightly with both of his own. And then he was still, completely encased in the same crystal as the entire planet, immortalizing his final moments of agony.
There was silence. Castys and Syll stayed perfectly still, as if they were waiting to see if the same fate would befall them.
“I-” Castys looked up at Syll, tears brimming in his eyes, “Syll, this is all my fault, I-I made him bite his tongue is that what killed him oh god I-”
“We don’t know what for sure, Castys.”
“Well then why aren’t I made of salt now too?! I licked it and nothing happened, but Erebus…”
“Hey, hey Castys, it’s okay, you didn’t know, there’s no way you could have known.” She knelt down and wrapped her arms around him, feeling him shake with sobs. She was too much in shock to cry now, it still didn’t feel real. But there was no way Castys could deny Erebus’s fate. His left hand was still tightly clasped between both of Erebus’s. He couldn’t stop staring at his face, one that was laughing and smiling a minute ago, now frozen in an expression of terror.
They weren’t sure how much time had passed, but when the light coming in from the windows began to dim, Syll stood and offered a hand to her friend. “Come on, Castys. Let’s...let’s go home.” Castys nodded wordlessly and started to stand, but when he tried to pull his hand out from Erebus’s, it wouldn’t budge. He tugged and tugged, but he couldn’t free himself from the dead man’s grip.
“Syll, Syll, my hand is stuck. He won’t let go.” He looked up at her pleadingly, the grief in his eyes beginning to mix with fear.
“Uh-I-I don’t…” She had an idea immediately, but she hated herself for thinking of it. She looked around checking her pockets and her bag for some other solution, but there was nothing else she could think of. Nothing else she could do besides use her plasma knife. “Hold still.” She turned the knife on, the superheated blade flickering into existence, and positioned it near one of Erebus’s wrists. “I’m sorry, Erebus.” The knife cut through the salt easily, melting it before it even came in contact with the blade. When she was done, Castys lifted his arm, hand still clasped between the disembodied salt ones. He began to try to pry them off, and Syll joined in once she had turned her knife off. One of the hands snapped with an audible crack, fingers breaking off and leaving behind jagged stumps. One of which sliced into Castys’s palm.
Red blood oozed out of the gash, but that red quickly faded to white as crystals began to replace flesh and blood. “No, no, STOP!” Castys screamed, holding his hand as far away from himself as he could, as if that would stop him from meeting the same fate as his friend. “Stop it please I don’t want to die I’m sorry Erebus I’m so so sorry!”
Syll felt like she was on autopilot as she grabbed his wrist in one hand and the knife in the other. There was no time to think, no time to hesitate. She couldn’t lose them both.
She turned the knife on and swung.
There were three severed hands made of salt lying on the ground. But there were two flesh and blood people. They were hurting, to be sure, but they were alive. They could escape. And escape they did, leaving the silent planet of salt behind.
No this is not a new series as in like a new story cuz I REFUSE to officially start another one until I finish the next Jairus chapter (in 3-5 business weeks). But! I am taking a creative writing class this semester and what better way to force myself to write whump than being graded? So I’ll post my stuff here for y’all so I can pretend I am a Content Creator :) and not a listless egg
This is just a little snippet and it’s kinda lighthearted but still whumpy I promise
(Big thank you to @just-a-raccoon-with-wifi and @my-whumpy-little-heart for helping me come up with ideas because the machine really do be broken sometimes)
Castys Masterlist
Ingredients: stitches, alcohol on wound
“Do-do you think they saw us?” She gasped, clutching the stitch in her side.
“I mean if they did we’re dead, so, I hope not!” He grinned in response, but his smile quickly turned into a grimace when he put weight on his left leg.
“Castys, I thought you said you didn’t get hurt when you fell.” She reached down to pull back his torn pant leg, but he pulled it away.
“It’s just a scratch, Syll, it’s all good, hone-”
“Table. Now.” Castys opened his mouth to protest, but he was silenced by a glare from his partner. Raising his hands in surrender, he turned and slid up onto the table. Syll carefully peeled back the blood soaked fabric stuck to his leg, revealing a deep gash. “This is the furthest thing from a scratch. So far from a scratch that it’s going to need stitches. I don’t even know how you ran so far with your leg like that,” she said, moving to rummage around in the cabinet beside the table.
“I mean not wanting to be dead motivates you, you know? Also, can’t we just, like, bandage it? I don’t know how I feel about being subjected to your sewing skills. The hole in my pocket keeps coming back every time you fix it.”
“Dude, that cut is too deep for that, and you know we can’t go to the hospital.” She turned back to him, placing down a sewing kit, bandages, and rubbing alcohol. “And your pocket keeps breaking open because you always put sharp rocks in it. Which is in no way my fault.” She pushed him down, forcing him to lay flat. “Now, open up.”
“Well, you know I like to-mmphf” Castys moved to take out the glove Syll had shoved in his mouth, but she stopped him.
“I think you’re going to want something to bite on. And I’d rather not have to hear you babble on while I’m working, to be honest.” He huffed in response but left the glove in. And he was grateful for it the moment the alcohol splashed into the wound, its stinging pain gripping his whole leg. He had a few moments to recover as she sterilized the needle, but once she began to move it towards his leg, he looked away. The sharp, cold pain was bad enough without the visual. He clenched his fists as she pulled the thread through, trying to think of something, anything else but his skin being pricked and pulled. She was almost done, she had to be almost done, right? Why did he sign up for any of this? Why did someone have to leave a sharp piece of metal lying on the ground, just waiting for someone to trip on it? He winced as he felt the thread pull and pull and pull, but when the sensation stopped no new pain came. Once he felt Syll start to wrap the bandage around his leg, he propped himself up and spat the gag out.
“I don’t want to do that again so I promise I won’t put sharp rocks in my leg.”
Two chaos sorcerers almost done, just need to do more high lighting along with basing and they will be ready for the Slaves to Darkness release which will work great for my mortal Slaanesh army! .. ... .. . #slaanesh #chaossorcerer #warhammerageofsigmar #warhammercommunity #paintingwarhammer #warhammer40000 #slaaneshdaemons #coolminiornot #dnd #criticalrole #customminifigure #painting #warhammerAoS #Syll’Esske #warmongers #paintingminiatures #dungeonsanddragons #warpaintersguild #kitbashheroes #hobbyprogress https://www.instagram.com/p/B4jaV3ZHRMT/?igshid=st0qfax2v01h
Some more progress on top of the other progress going on here. Sooooooo much work left to do. ... .. . #slaanesh #archaon #warhammerageofsigmar #warhammercommunity #paintingwarhammer #warhammer40000 #slaaneshdaemons #coolminiornot #dnd #criticalrole #customminifigure #painting #warhammerAoS #Syll’Esske #warmongers #paintingminiatures #dungeonsanddragons #warpaintersguild #kitbashheroes #hobbyprogress https://www.instagram.com/p/B42NFZVn0nx/?igshid=16f659hpac3rp
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