#writetala

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blocktales au where everything is somewhat the same except. the rest of the cast (aside from Player, Leer (somewhat), and Mysterious Figure) remembers each and every scene and timeline. and desperately tries to mildly change the course of Player's journey

this is also an au where everyone tries to forcedly adopt/found family the Player but thats for another time :) basically take those yandere aus and make it 90% platonic

[talapala]

[talapala]

pokemon dark sbi au except its all corrupt champions instead of the typical mafia/team rocket thingy i found while browsing through promptfics back then. twinsduo being part of the elite four and using it to their benefit. phil is. somewhere. i guess. wait no phil can either be the champion or the flying gym leader.

my oc (cloudy) being the only normal person and having to practically raise tommy the right way because holy FUCK these motherfuckers arent fit to be fambly.

well as normal as she could be when she's also part of the elite four and being coaxed into turning corrupt by twinsduo.

tommy himself having to be as kind as he can be (even when he's grumpy as hell) because if he doesnt then his mother would probably cry in heaven seeing what her family became

kristin watching all of this go down and going "... what the fuck"

yeah basically i took that one sbi trope "kristin's death is what broke the family" but instead of neglecting tommy they are. infact. dragging him down to insanity with them while cloudy desperately tries to save him

can everybody tell i love making cloudy and tommy suffer™

[talapala]

A Talk with You.

WARNING: MENTIONS OF IMPALEMENT.

You land the floor with a graceful descent, your feet disturbing the still waters that occupy the space. Beyond, you only see a sunset descending slowly on the horizon.

In front the sunset is a peculiar sight, a mirror with lavish design tilted sixty degrees to the right, displaying your stature— albeit blurry— and your surroundings.

You slowly walk towards it, wary and curious all the same. When you got close, your stature had blurred too much that you can't quite see what you're wearing, or what hair you have. Yet, you still close the distance until you're but a step away from the mirror. You slowly place your hand in the mirror and watched as your reflection does the same.

Then, you saw a trail of blood just a few inches away from your hand, and gasped as you looked up and saw a person impaled just above the mirror, still freshly impaled and is currently bleeding blood.

You try to pull away from the mirror to inspect it but was stopped when your hand was suddenly gripped by the reflection, and you turned to look at the mirror again but was met by an entirely clear sight and a person that wasn't you.

“It's time,” They slowly opened their eyes to reveal soft—dead—sapphire eyes that stared at you. Their grey hair flowing with a wind you cannot feel.

“I hope you'd have fun in my body,” They say, smiling at you, “Unveil the secrets I could not bear to know, okay? And take care of my cousins for me.”

You realize that you cannot control your body as they lift their other hand to touch the mirror, your own body mimicking the action.

“Goodluck, Player.”

— Prelude ; The Possession

[talapala]

does anyone want to read tommyinnit struggling to formulate a research/thesis paper

cause i am struggling rn and i want to write somebody struggling too

[talapala]

yet another draft abandoned, wrote for @allthingsao3's january prompt but didn't like it much like the other one so scrapped, though i am now working on something far more interesting

some spoilers for the rich vs poor video, be warned

Taking a nap on the seaside of his vacation home to waking up in the past isn’t how Saparata would start his day, if he had the choice, but then again fate has favourites and it certainly isn’t him.

He groans as he lifts himself up from the ground, the grass waving as the wind blows them. He looks around and sees himself in the reflection of the waters, and it is through the waters that he realized.

He got sent back in time.

If the still unbuilt civilization of Tricolor that he currently stands on is anything to ignore, plus with the lack of— well, everything, it isn’t hard to figure out that he had been sent back 10 days before the The Colleseum and Battle of Infernus.

Before he was betrayed by the one he trusts the most.

So, he spent the next few hours gathering resources. From wood to mining below to gather stone and eventually iron tools. He had (surprisingly) not run into Fluixon by the time he had finally gathered enough iron tools to go for diamonds.

Once he had also gathered enough diamonds that he’d need, he had turned around and walked back up to the surface with nearly a stack of diamonds he had found, bringing back memories of when he and Flux had been mining for diamonds together, and Ish finidng them and asking them about it.

[that one bit in the video]

He sighs and continues walking, having reached the surface and on his way to his temporary base (which isn’t exactly a base considering… there’s no walls…) to store his newly acquired loot when he heard a shout from the distance. He turned around and paused to see Fluixon running up to him, a grin plastered in his face as he waved to him.

“Saps!” Fluixon says as he got closer, “There you are, I was just looking for you.”

“Oh really?” He raised an eyebrow, smiling faintly at the man.

“Yeah! You said we’d stick together this time,” Fluixon huffs, crossing his arms as he eyes the loot on Saparata’s hands. “And wow, you already found some diamonds huh?”

Saparata chuckled, electing to stay silent than entertain the man, he turned around and started walking, hearing the other follow closely.

“You okay Saps?”

[talapala]

so i rememberd about a poem i made for a school project a month ago and saw that i didn't seem to share it here, so i opened it, edited it a bit, and posted it here :D it's quite ironic though, that the part in this poem that i struggled most with is the family part lmao. here's the full poem below !

yearning. such a simple word, yet holds a cacophony of emotions, of which leaves a person in disarrayed commotion. the devastating kind of devotion. no matter the kind of bond, it is persistent like a waking dawn. the evidence of a love that can’t be undone, as time strides forward, waiting for none. the feeling often makes you wonder, if it is a prison of your unsent letters, or a casket of your rewritten poems, waiting for a time to be opened. there is a certain beauty, in waiting for a love that ended in tragedy, like a moth to a light bulb, trying to grasp the warmth before death there is a kind of death, with the love that never started, rotting at the crevices of the heart, bleeding into the ground, torn apart. oh to be a lover, a life-long vow, your eternal supporter, the one to hold your heart, even when you’re universes apart. to yearn for a lover is to ask for a ring, or a laugh in the middle of spring, that carries through in the breeze of summer, and settles as the warmth for winter. eight billion people in this planet, yet we found each other at this very moment, a bond that will never be broken, and memories that’ll forever be cherished. to you, whom i call my friend, may our friendship never end, even when fights are fought and words were sent, a simple communication can help it mend. what makes a family? a question of varying answers, yet none are the final answer, rather, how you define “family” is the closure personally, family are those who chose to stay, the guiding light as you wake another day, even as the ocean currents rages and takes, they are the steady rocks that held you in place missing all three is like dying a slow death, like choking on air, with silence as the witness as you lay in the stillness of isolation, the only warmth you’ll feel are their reflections, it is the devastating kind of devotion, as it is love that can be abandoned, not even bargainig can bring back, what had been taken from your hand. you cannot grasp something that was never yours to begin with.

[talapala]

i wanna write a pgr au inspired by those manwhas/novels where mc gets reincarnated into a villain/villainess except they are actually standing on business

oh, and, dark pgr au :3

basically commandant (in this case Cloudy since. well. pgr is a game here in this au, a dating/action game similar to love and deepspace) gets reincarnated into a villain/ess because they got hit by a plane (or other deaths, but its funny to think cloudy died that way LOL) and when they find out they're a villain on pgr they just.

"yeah, welp. those fuckers barely trust anyone aside from the player aka me so might as well make them hate me"

and then it just. backfires horribly LOL