Would it be fucked up to write something jjk PURELY because the type of guy I want to write about does not exist in my current fandoms and I might not even post about it but I just rlly need scummy womanizing hunks and my current video games don’t make them like that
When your brain started braining and you blackout and now that random idea you had has a movie story, backstories for EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER, there’s two new alphabets, a new magic system, and even a constellation program
when one of your main characters out of the blue goes 'oh yeah I have motivations and backstory and stuff-' excuse you sir I tried to torture a single shred of backstory other than "sad orphans" out of you since your conception years ago, why now
Actually writing for my aus instead of goofing off and drawing them,, I srsly need to write more because I want to try my hand at not being illiterate.
Here’s like, an interrogative type scene with Lucas and Claus. Not much worldbuilding going on witht this scripture, but there is some things. I also don’t have aligning or well set headcanons for the motherseries so if I ever send something of another universe, it very much will contradict what I have said previously or in the distant future
NEU A.
Remember the Snow
"I was the eye in the sky."
Working in the air was rib shatteringly taxing. Imagine you had wings about twice your own height, and made of metal- Can you even fathom hauling that weight around at the age of twelve and thirteen? This was the life of the Commander of the Pigmask Army. To him, the redeeming factor would be the combined jets, which propelled him into the air to be able to execute flight. Because of that, it was easier to fly everywhere he was stationed himself, instead of being escorted or walking- though it was a burden to him regardless.
It was a grand thing, those wings failed at the nigh end of his long mission, when he no longer needed them to finish it off. It may have been the unbearable weight of them that caused them to collapse on themselves; The structure was lackluster in support and logical balance. The Commander was far too small to bear the weight of it, let alone the sheer wingspan. He lacked the width, weight and muscle to lift them any higher than a T shape without the boost. Perhaps it was the tiresome battle that was lifted in his opponent's favor. He was forced to retreat, as his mechanical half build was shorted during the encounter.
This most likely left some major scars in his physical prowess, leaving him unable to fulfill a wide range of what were once simple tasks to him. Back then, it didn't matter at all to him— As he wasn't trained or programmed to dwell on matters like that. He was never allowed to process or consider why, but he felt a strange sadness when he couldn't fly anymore.
—
"So, you used to fly? Thrilling, was it?...I'm afraid of heights, but I can understand the view is nice, haha." Lucas hung himself over one of the wooden-carved dining chairs at the lonely beachside farm. He hadn't been here for at least a few weeks, up to a few months. Home was unsettling to be within, now. Especially with the readdition of his twin brother Claus— this time around reconstructed against his will, and permanently altered mentally, physically, and psychologically.
"Ahh, I was enamored by it. Umm, I used to patrol every area my eyes could see up there. It was... in a way, ehh, a quiet place for me. Ehh... unbothered... -By the crew, I mean." Claus muttered those words as if doing hurdles to force those words out of his throat. All the "ahh"s and "umm"s were something of a distinction between his and Lucas' voice, if not for the electronic undertone.
Lucas furrowed his brows, thinking to himself about whether or not he should ask more personal questions.
To be fair, he had never really been asked things that weren't surface level to him. 'I can't really blame them, he would think to himself, really trying to touch upon the idea that it was just him being unable to open up about some things. 'Maybe I should reflect a little bit. And anyways, he doesn't need to talk about it because I want to know.
Claus scooted his chair forward to keep himself upright. He stared at the bottle of water and muffin his father told to consume early on this morning. He told him he would get to it eventually, but the appetite simply did not stir. He can't remember the last time he ate, anyways... Which is odd, because he remembers everything else.
"Ehh... Do you... Do you want this, Lucas? You haven't, ahh... You don't appear to have eaten yet. I- I mean, I haven't either, but- But maybe you want this more than I do... Ehh, l'd hate to see it go stale. I don't have my stomach right now." He stammered, gently guiding the food and drink to Lucas, who was right across the table from him. The brighter haired boy swiftly grappled onto the muffin and began to pick it apart, eating it piece by piece instead of biting into it. The crumbs that fell dropped onto his table mat, to which he would later offer to Boney or something. That's what Claus came to the conclusion to, anyway. When he actually took a good look at the dog the other night, it was apparent that he had gain a lot of weight, and yet a lot of muscle. It was very... amusing. The way everyone grew differently ever since they had been separated.
"...Ahm... I really, really miss the sky. I remember thinking the trees of Murasaki were beautiful, the desert far beyond was an intriguing sight... I remember the ehh... snow, from the tops of each mountain, especially Snowcap. I think... that mountain is where I would like to be when— ..Ahh, if I grow up."
Lucas turned his head up as his brother spoke. At first, he smiled and nodded. Seeing this brutally damaged kid recall viewing things he particularly enjoyed, especially during a time where he was forced to feel nothing and bare his teeth at people in his way... It gave him a loud spark of hope- things could probably be normal from here on out, with a little "fixer-upping." However, his face grew pale when it dawned on him that Claus was in fact thinking about moving far, far away from many people.
Snowcap is so far from Tazmily, let alone another human being- It isn't like during the 3 years he was gone. Most facilities and structures on this island remained as they were when the 7 needles were extracted, the only things missing being the people that worked within them— And that's the thing, when he makes his way there, Claus might realize that there is absolutely no one left beyond the vicinity of Sunshine, Murasaki, Mt. Oriander and home. At least, that's what Lucas assumed based on the disappearance of notable faces that were in crowds packed of strangers. Perhaps it isn't lonely out there...
Who knows. But all he can think of is this strongly coming off as Claus pushing people away, or running away from people, for whatever reason he might think that's a solution.
"Ah. Well, you think so, huh? It's very different up there. It's cold, not very vibrant, and... And a little lonely. It's also quite the treck to and from there, and..."
"The sky was cold, not too vibrant, and a little lonely, too." Claus interjected to separate fact from personal view. "But I ahh, quite enjoyed it. I don't think that will be an issue for me, ehh... I like the quiet. I suppose you're right about the treck, but... I don't expect to walk back and forth. Besides that, you have quite the discouraging view... Ehh, it's quiet, lacks the stink the farm has, it doesn't get unbearably hot where the only solace is jumping into the water- which, mind you, I can't drench myself anymore... If I get cold up there, I could easily start a warm fire, bundle up, drink something hot... Oh, and the most wonderous thing— There was a type of rodent up there, when I last ventured from above..." His eyes sparkled at those last sentences, but most of all about the rodents.
Lucas remembers Lydia and the rabbits they once cared for, who were passed down to a stray soldier they also had to tend to for an accident. Ah... the soldier. Most people from Tazmily, or well Nowhere Islands in general, did not in fact vanish from the island with the exception of Lydia and their relatives or friends. That soldier appeared to him that he must be native to the island. He spoke a certain way, a way that was similar to the Pigmask army's lingo, but too soft to be confident like such. Maybe he was one of few that was aware people were being mislead, one of the more deeply observant Tazmilians. His courage to take on a new role after being left behind, it was memorable.
Maybe that's the route Claus wanted to go.
"Those were rabbits..." He started, looking to the side with a blight of uncertainty. "A wondrous thing, huh? Claus, did they mean anything to you?"
"Rabbits, ohh, ohh... They reminded me of a wide array of ideas ehh, special to me." Claus' eyes softened as he turned his head down. He began to swing his legs under the table and his seat, rocking his body side to side little bit as well. This gained even more of Lucas attention, whos eyes flicked toward his movement.
"Can you tell me any of them?"
"Ahh... The clouds... The snow, I love the snow... They jump and are fast, move slightly ehh, erratically yet also just like to loaf about... I love the way they scamper about... It reminds me of something else..." Claus' tired eyes drifted across the table until they reached Lucas' face. He brought up a stiff smile, which came off more like a straight face. He was still re-training his face to make more expressions that didn't resemble one-hundred percent horror. Lucas turned back towards him with a subtle look of surprise and confusion, but it ended with the embrace of a warmer smile in exchange.
Stop putting your mermaids in beautifully sheltered coves and idyllic ponds! Those are folkloric water creatures!! Their native habitat is the River That Eats You!!!
