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[vizivoir]

Hi, pals! I’m writing a camp camp adoption au fic, if any of you are into that sort of thing. It’s long-form and a work in progress, so check it out if that’s something you’re into! http://archiveofourown.org/works/11924574/chapters/26950533

[vizivoir]

aaahhh i totally forgot to post this?? wrote it as kind of just a brief fan thing of @sazuka57‘s (writing blog @zazu75 ) extended fic for one of the Grillby Mess fan ships

Talk to me, Violet

What's going on?

this isn't you

I want to help

Let me help.

And then, hours later:

please

...Well, ultimately? It wasn't that big a deal, Violet told himself. He tapped the button, erasing the messages.

It wasn't that big a deal, he told himself, when the messages kept coming. Some days, there were several. Some days, none.

Really not a big deal at all, he chided himself when he woke up at five am curled into a ball, cheeks wet, phone blinking.

i hate yuo

your a fcukign arse I hope youre hpapy

I coildve done somthing maybe you ddidnt tell me!

Another message showed up, while he was reading.

i miss you

Violet deleted that one on sight and curled up tighter.

It didn't matter. That was the mantra that fueled his facade, nowadays.

It didn't matter anymore.

[vizivoir]

date a girl who's terrifying at first glance. date a girl who shines so brightly it hurts to look at her. date a girl who dropped from the sky like a meteor, or perhaps like an anguished phoenix, shedding feathers and fire and free-falling. date a girl who fell from heaven.

date a girl with no concept of anything. date a girl who never quite understands human customs. date a girl who looks uncomfortable wearing anything but pristine clothes in light colors. date a girl who's never had to eat, or write, or breathe. date a girl who's overjoyed by cake and sunsets. date a girl who sometimes, in times of great joy or anguish, appears shrouded in a miasma of flame. date a girl who's never quite gotten over her past mistakes. date a girl who doesn't understand what went wrong. date a girl whose eyes are sparks of flame, scary and beautiful and warm all at once, even as a human. date a girl with scars on her back where her wings burnt off, scars that glow when you trace their outlines with a finger. date a girl whose hands are silk, whose laughter is a chorus of bells, whose smile is a miracle unto itself. date a girl you'd do anything for. date a girl you've fallen in love with. date a girl who would outwit the devil himself if it meant winning your safety. date a girl who would give up her only chance at returning home for you. date a girl who would fold herself up into flesh and bone for you. date a girl who would lay down her brilliant sword, sacrifice a seraphim's life carving demons to live another sixty or seventy spins of the planet with you.

[vizivoir]

Here’s a fairy tale adaptation of the grillmess characters! Have fun. Last time, on the Thundere Train: Exposition This week, on the Thundere Train: Something Happens

@sazuka57 @pkmtrainerbenny @hotflamingmess @hand-held-monster @redmapleleaf

Journey, Chapter 2: Takeoff

The next day dawned as bright as the last.

Spark opened his eyes and spent a long moment panicking. He hadn’t woken up in an unfamiliar place in years. The past day came back to him quickly, though: being dragged around town, renting a room. The curse being broken.

He grinned to himself. It was already pretty late - no way was he wasting the rest of the day like this.

He was halfway through throwing on his new coat when he noticed the note someone had picked up. Investigating, he found it was labeled with his name in Gold’s signature fancy script.

I have to go help with some curse! Back by this afternoon probably! Go have an adventure without me!

At the bottom of the paper, there was a hasty doodle of the brothers’ heads, Gold with a wide grin and Spark with a petulant frown. “I do not look like that,” he muttered, shoving the note in his pocket.

He knew he should be disappointed that his brother had to take off like this. Secretly, though, he was a bit happy to have a day away from his brother, after yesterday’s whirl of activity.

He locked the door behind him and made his way downstairs, to find that Alex was already there waiting for him.

She swallowed her amusement. “Just wake up?”

“Uh, yeah, why?” Was it past noon already?

“Your hair’s really messed up.”

“Oh.” She didn’t have to look so smug! It wasn’t like he didn’t have a hairbrush in his room, he’d just forgotten this morning. This afternoon.

It wasn’t just his hair - he was a mess.

“That’s easy for you to say. You barely have any,” he said, flushing slightly and making an effort to smooth down his hair. “Anyway. Let’s get going.” “Alright,” she said, stifling a smirk and leading the way outside.

The sun was lower in the sky than it had any right to be, Spark thought. “Did I really sleep this late?” “Yep. I don’t blame you, you were in pretty bad shape yesterday...” Alex trailed off.

They lapsed into a few moments of awkward silence. “Were you waiting long?” Spark asked, just to break it.

“Nah, I slept in. Had to stay up pretty late trying to track down that monster again.” She set off walking in a random direction.

“You’ve brought it up before. Are the rumors that bad?” he asked, falling into step alongside her.

She shrugged. “There are a couple of reported injuries. I was going to look for it today, but it’s not that important.”

“Mind if I join you this time?” Maybe he’d get to fight something, finally. “It’s not very exciting. I’ve been looking for this thing for a week.” Which was concerning in its own right, actually. Usually it was just a wild boar or something, fairly easy to take care of.

“I’ve got no plans. A quiet walk in the forest sounds fun.” Especially with her, but she didn’t need to know that.

“Alright, if you’re sure. But if you get your head bitten off, I’m not responsible,” she said with a sidelong grin.

He squinted at her. “...You just said it was going to be boring.”

“You never know.” With that, she quickened her pace, now heading for the edge of town. It wasn’t long before they were into the forest once more.

Spark was pretty sure he would never get used to being underneath the canopy, instead of looking down on it from high above. Alex, meanwhile, was just as absorbed in the scenery, albeit in a different way. All senses alert, she scanned the trampled brush and mud in an effort to find traces of the creature.

In her experience, whatever it was would usually just spring out and attack her, but any prior warning was helpful. She ran her thumb over the pommel of her sword and kept moving.

They’d ventured off the path this time, towards a dense part of the forest Alex hadn’t searched before. Spark tried doggedly to keep up, but it was only a matter of time before he had to rest. He was about to ask Alex to stop, when an ear-splitting roar echoed through the trees.

Spark froze, as Alex drew her sword, the sound of it sliding out of its sheath lost in the noise of tree trunks splintering in the path of something massive.

He ran after her as she charged through the undergrowth. They stopped just short of being crushed by a felled pine, and upon racing around it, they were met with the sight of a scaly beast as tall as the surrounding trees. It was holding a battered, bleeding person in its talons.

“GOLD!” Spark screamed.

The dragon, if it noticed, didn’t even glance in his direction. It just unfurled its enormous wings and took off, gusts of wind forcing him to step backwards and shield his face. When he was able to look up again, its scaly form was receding into the distance.

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A little bit of Lilac/Rose interaction, and the first part of Against my Better Judgement. It’s kind of short, but this seemed like a natural break.

It was near the end of a fairly quiet day, when he first walked in. Lilac’s attention shifted from a conversation in the corner to the towering pink fire elemental. He’d been wondering when they were going to show up.

They wore a confident smile, walking straight towards him. Somehow, this sense of purpose alone unnerved Lilac. They were here to see him, there was no doubt, and given what little he knew about this elemental, that could not be good.

The rumors were vague, but pervasive. Judging from the looks the pink elemental drew from his patrons, they’d heard of him too. Apparently, he was friendly enough, but there were very few people who actually knew him well. Those that did were always strangely quiet about it.

Far less information to go on than Lilac was used to having. It’d be best to stay especially cautious. Play this by ear. He hated having to do that.

They reached the bar and placed an order. Lilac barely registered the words, soaking up every detail he could about the other elemental’s posture, inflection, and expression. Nothing seemed to break the amiable demeanor, and yet, something didn’t sit right with him.

He nodded and prepared the drink. Huh. Just straight vodka. What did that say about their character?

Lilac busied himself with trivial tasks as he discreetly observed the pink elemental, unable to shake the feeling of wrongness. Most of the rest of his customers did the same, finishing their business and waiting to see what the pink elemental would do.

“Hey, why not join me for a drink?”

Lilac frowned slightly. He’d never seen fit to build up a tolerance to alcohol, so even if it meant learning more about the other elemental, he’d have to decline. “That’s alright, thank you.”

“Come on. It’s pretty close to closing anyway, and I can’t imagine you have much to do.”

“I’ll leave it to the customers.” If they wanted to talk to him about acquiring some sort of information, they would wait until closing. And indeed, his suspicions were confirmed as they continued to nurse their drink until after hours.

Lilac cleaned the tables and closed the curtains, never leaving his back turned., before returning to his place behind the bar.

“Well, you’re less chatty than I expected.”

Lilac tinged his voice with exhaustion. “It’s been a long day, I guess. Something you need?”

The pink elemental smiled wider. “Yes, actually. I’m Roseby.” They offered their hand, and Lilac shook it.

“You can call me Lilac. Pleased to meet you.” He didn’t comment on the overly tight grip.

“My, so serious. I’ll get right to it, then. I’ve heard you’re the go to monster for getting information, and I think we can work out a mutually beneficial arrangement.”