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Ahh I love world-building, but it’s also super tiring at times because I get caught up in all the details

#::ooc (exit ; pursued by a bear)#(i also mostly get inspiration in the middle of the night)#(sometimes i lose track of time and write for hours instead of sleeping)#(which is! unwise)#(i’m creating an original world!)#(i think i’m making its development more complex than it needs to be)#(because there’s!! a lot involved in worlds!)#(regions and languages and dialects and currency and mythology and)#(i know i don’t have to figure out everything but ahhh)#(it’s a lot)#(i have a pretty solid framework so far though)#(which is nice!!)#(and the characters are super fun to develop!!)

I’m officially 20 years old!! which is super wild!!

#::ooc (exit ; pursued by a bear)#(i changed my age in my rules pages last night at 2am so ahsjdk)#(but yeah!!)#(two decades??)#(sounds fake but okay!!)

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for a truth to last longer, minutes into loops poke and pull and pray a tactile promise taking shape, almost there but half right, half wrong halt, pull it apart slip and pull, retrace with each stitch come undone, probe we’ve all been here once (haven’t we?)

#::tinkering with time (roscuro)#::flower for your thoughts (evelyn)

Ah happy holidays!!

#::ooc (exit ; pursued by a bear)#(i’m! happy)#(writing is nice and it’s fun to be back here again)#(i hope it snows though!)

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my writing: please, please i’m begging just use normal punctuation for once in your terrible writing

me: haha time for another

comma

#::ooc (exit ; pursued by a bear)#(oh gosh i throw in punctuation wherever it looks nice and sounds nice in my head)#(it’s likely not correct in some places but! it’s fun)

Fun fact, I used to think that when an rp blog had ‘autoplay’ in their blog title or description, it meant they only ran on queue and never actually spoke with anyone, which made no sense to me because I had no idea how to start a thread with them if I couldn’t communicate with them in the first place.

#::ooc (exit ; pursued by a bear)#(a munday fact!)#(this makes no sense but it’s past midnight and i just remembered this)#(i know it’s about music now)#(which makes so much more sense)#(but i was so confused at first)#(it was one of those rp terms i never took the time to look up until later)

The current mood is having an idea for a holiday drabble but only having inspiration for certain parts, so it isn’t a story so much as several disconnected snippets, and I don’t have the inspiration to write the connecting pieces so it flows properly ahh.

#::ooc (exit ; pursued by a bear)

Studying British English is wild because there are grammar nuances where like, you wouldn’t say “he was sitting over there” (American), you would say “he was sat over there” (English), and I just ????

#::ooc (exit ; pursued by a bear)#(it’s interesting!)#(this isn’t universal in the u.k.)#(but i’ve never heard the second grammar structure in the u.s.)#(then again i live in the pacific northwest so like)#(it might be more common elsewhere)#(this is just for dialogue improvement ahh)#tbd

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sir that’s my emotional support thievery

#(i mean)#::chimney sweep (thomas)

stringtheoried

Noodlin’

timekeepertales

Three of the Bandits had decided to join Dex. Bone, a tall boy with a scarred-up face, one of the oldest and friendliest members of the gang. Chip, a short rascal of a kid who wanted to prove himself whenever possible. And Mouse, the smallest and quietest of the bunch, who mostly came along to watch.

They stood near the bank, listening as he explained. They shook their heads when Dex asked if they’d done it before. Noodling. It was new to them, which made it exciting. Chip made a snarky comment about the “silly name,” but he still paid attention as Dex went on. He was the most eager to try it.

He scoffed, though. “That’s it? That’s a southern dare? Sounds easy.” He tugged off his boots and socks, rolled up his trousers, and was about to splash right in when he faltered. He looked back at Dex, greed flickering in his eyes. “But what do I win, huh? If you’re callin’ it a ‘win’ you gotta give me somethin’ if I do it. I ain’t gettin’ my feet wet for nothin’.”

Bone had sat down to unlace his own shoes alongside Mouse. The youngest boy silently removed his shoes as well, but didn’t seem too keen on plunging into the water with the others. Still, he looked up at Dex with a shy sort of interest, clearly curious about the newest gang member.

“Here’s a prize,” Bone offered. He set his shoes aside and grinned at Chip. “If you catch one, I won’t make fun a’ you for losing, and I won’t throw your shoes in the water.” Chip scowled. Satisfied with the reaction, Bone turned to Dex and smiled. “It’s a neat dare, kid, but you gotta have some prize in mind, yeah?”

#stringtheoried #(ahh sorry this took so long!)#(thanks for your patience!!)#::threads (timekeeper tales)#::chimney sweep (thomas)

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“Oh, it was great, like always. I went alone - Jackson is absurdly against letting a lady unaccompanied, especially to a theatre, but how is one supposed to have any fun?” Isabelle chuckled as she paced slowly around the flower shop, observing the surroundings with the familiarity of someone who came there often. To do things on her own, to walk on her own - she thought there was nothing less than liberating, and a place where you could forget for a couple hours who you were and how you’re supposed to behave was just as freeing, no matter if some people would still think of it as a home for the crazy. It was not like she was going to some indecent pub on the East End, after all. “You should go there one day, y'know, to the theater,” she suggested, turning back on her heels. “Bet you’d find it really enjoyable.”

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Evelyn was sitting behind the shop’s front counter, watching and listening as Isabelle moved around the shop. She beamed when the older girl turned around, eyes bright with enthusiasm as she nodded in agreement. “Oh, I think it sounds lovely!”

She leaned her elbows on the counter and rested her face in her hands. “I’ve always wanted to go,” she said wistfully. “I’ve just... never had a chance.” Not entirely true. She was just waiting for someone to invite her, or a least join her. The other members of the Clement family were always busy, and Roscuro seemed more tired than usual lately. For Evelyn, going to the theater alone sounded terribly lonely.

#the-last-of-the-hellhounds #(i'm sorry this took so long!!)#(thank you so much for your patience!)#::threads (timekeeper tales)#::flower for your thoughts (evelyn)

I love writing Thomas’ dialogue so much.

#::ooc (exit ; pursued by a bear)#(he’s blunt but he still talks a lot and so quickly)#(i appreciate him)

He wanted to see Lisson Grove. Thomas scoffed. He had the same dare mentality as Dex; he just knew the streets of London better. He knew when the risk was too great. Still, he wouldn’t stop the kid. Lisson Grove didn’t guarantee death. It was just... much, much more likely to happen there. “See it, sure. I ain’t gonna take you, but some other blokes in my gang might. But if you don’t wanna die, don’t pickpocket there, and don’t go alone. It ain’t our territory.”

Dex asked a lot of questions, but it did help Thomas understand what the boy was interested in. Still, his focus fixated on his last question.

“Henry’s the worst.” He didn’t hesitate before answering that one. “Older kid, kinda tall, blue eyes, smiles but real... sharp-like. Keep your head down, stay outta his way. Don’t bother him — don’t go near him — he won’t bother you. He’s the kinda bloke who’ll snap your fingers if you cross him once, and he’ll break a lot more than that if you’re dense enough to cross him twice. Same goes for the rest of his gang. But he’s the worst a’the worst. Lisson Grove belongs to him. Him and his bloody Slanters.”

It was a touchy subject for Thomas, who had once worked for Henry. Who still did tasks for Henry secretly, when the Bandits were barely scraping by. They needed to survive somehow. And Henry had money. So Thomas got it for them, though he never said where those particular shillings came from.

“Anyway.” He scowled and pulled a coin from his pocket once more, rolling it over his knuckles again. The kid had asked other questions, but it took a moment for Thomas’ thoughts and temper to settle down enough to remember them. He spoke as quickly as ever, though. “I ain’t got the slightest idea who or what kidsnatchers are, so no. Pranks... it ain’t pranks so much as tricks and dares. They’ll try challenging you, see if you’ve got the mettle to stay.”

Flipping the coin in the air, he caught it and pressed it between his thumb and forefinger, needing a second to recall what else Dex had asked. “We stay in an old house in the Burrow, deep down in East End. Rickety ol’ shack, but it’s home. And yeah it snows, it gets proper cold in the winter. You’ll freeze if you ain’t got warm clothes and a place to stay. That’s what the shack’s for.” He raised a brow, curious. “What, you ain’t got snow in the South?”

#stringtheoried #(hello!!)#(sorry this got a bit long!)#(you don’t have to match length!)#::threads (timekeeper tales)#::chimney sweep (thomas)

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I’ll try to work on threads during November! I’ve just been super busy with college/midterms. I don’t want to leave this blog entirely (I love writing these characters too much). I will likely be focusing on Thomas because I feel the most confident writing his character. Thanks for your patience!

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Also, I might be dropping some threads. I’ll keep all of Thomas’ threads because I still have a bunch of inspiration for him. But I might have to be a bit selective with the other ones. I’m sorry!

#::ooc (exit ; pursued by a bear)#(also! please let me know if you have a thomas thread with me that you’d rather drop!)#(it’s totally okay)#(i’m sorry for my long absence)

#::ooc (exit ; pursued by a bear)#(health got rough for a while)#(i’m doing better now!)

forgottenluck:

The hybrid watched Roscuro wander the shop, picking up the various things he needed and setting them down near it. It wasn’t sure what many of those items were….but it did recognize some of them. Bandages were something it was familiar with….and it could smell the sharp scent of the antiseptic even through the bottle. It inclined it’s head a bit before Roscuro sat down, taking a whiff of the water before leaning back when the young man tried to inch forward.

A half snarl lifted it’s lips when Roscuro spoke, a rumbling of a growl in the back of it’s throat. It remembered those items…..remembered that they hurt, and that they were used by the ones that Created it…the White Coats……but….but this boy(?) didn’t smell like the White Coats. Didn’t act like them. Was it okay for the Hybrid to trust him? Narrowed golden eyes watched the other as they tried to look at it more closely…..before it clicked.

Oh.

This young man wanted to clean it up. Wanted to…..fix it? Was that the right word? It didn’t know. But it did know that…..it had watched other creatures get hurt and then die…outside the White Walls and within them. And it was injured. It…..it did not want to die.

Roscuro was trying to help it stay alive. The snarl faded, the growl dieing to a low constant grumble…much like the sound it had made when the other had freed it from the trap….but then it did something that was unexpected, something that Roscuro likely didn’t believe it could.

“…..okay.”

It spoke. The word was strained…..raspy sounding as if it had not used it’s voice much….or couldn’t use it. It sounded as if it hurt to do….but it didn’t know the body language for yes. It knew that a head-shake meant no….but it didn’t know what a nod meant. It did know what the word Okay meant so that’s what it went for. It wasn’t stupid, and it wasn’t some feral creature either.

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Roscuro stared at the hybrid in shock for a moment when it spoke. A grin crossed his face, excitement in his expression. “Hey. You can talk.” A pause. Then, his tone grateful and genuine, “Thank you for trusting me. I’ll try to be quick.”

Each movement careful, he moved forwards. He wanted to comfort the hybrid in any way he could. So, as he gently cleaned and wrapped its wounds, he spoke. His voice was soft and slow. He didn’t mind if it didn’t understand every word. He hoped the sound would be enough to distract from any discomfort.

“Have you ever heard of Reynard the Fox? He’s a character in fables and folklore, the kinds with talking animals and whatnot. My friend Evelyn told me about him. She’s from France, and a kind old woman she once knew there used to tell her many stories about the trickster fox and his adventures. In France, his nickname is renard,” and here Roscuro’s voice softened even more as he pronounced the word properly, “and his stories are so well-known there that renard replaced their word for ‘fox’.

“He isn’t the best, morally-speaking, but he’s cunning. He plays tricks on people to survive and to entertain himself. The other animals try to capture him for his crimes, but he always fools and outsmarts them. It’s sort of like... cleverness over strength. I always thought he was so interesting. You remind me of him in some ways.”

Roscuro went on to share some of the stories he knew about Reynard. Until finally, he stopped speaking, sat back on his heels, and smiled at the hybrid again. “There. All done. Feel any better?” For while he was talking, he’d finished all the bandaging.

#forgottenluck #(no worries!)#(you can always take as long as you need!)#(also this is one of the softest things i've ever written and i'm so here for it)#::threads (timekeeper tales)#::tinkering with time (roscuro)

ask-the-hidden-thief:

He didn’t miss the boy’s tensing, recalling, a bit too late, that Thomas…He didn’t much like being touched, if at all.

Alex definitely didn’t expect that outbreak, not in the slightest and he was taken aback, stopping for a moment as the boy spoke on, each word more hurtful than the last one, clearly purposely so, as Thomas avoided even looking at him as he walked on.

“Right,” the thief nodded, catching up with him a moment later. “I didn’ realize you felt quite that way.” He sounded calm, each word measured, though they both knew Thomas had, in fact, achieved his purpose here-Alex’s clipped tone was proof enough, as he was still trying not to attract any unwanted attention. “I know you think you’re usin’ me…I’m lettin’ you do that, because it was the only way I could get you to accept help which we both know you needed,” he said evenly. “I was like that when I was your age too…an’ it nearly got me killed, so you know…any means to an end if it meant gettin’ you things you needed,” he shrugged quietly. “I apologize if I read more into this than I should’ve.”

“You’ve no reason to outrun me,” he added a moment later, turning around to walk away from Thomas. “The name of the buyer is in that pouch. Make sure he doesn’ try to swindle you into acceptin’ less than the deal was, he is exceedingly good at doin’ that,” he advised as he walked away,in the same direction the policemen, still loitering down the street, were going. Thomas wouldn’t follow him back that way, he was sure.

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The man’s clipped tone sent a cruel spark of pride through the boy, a smirk crossing his face. Good. His comments had their intended effect. But at the same time, something cold and hollow twisted inside him when Alex turned around.

He swallowed hard and gritted his teeth, forcing that unwanted feeling of guilt back down. He wasn’t ashamed or sorry for anything he’d said. He’d meant it. He’d gotten too close to Alex their time together. He’d needed to re-establish that sense of distance between them. It was the only way to stay safe, to avoid showing weakness. “Friendship” with an adult was a trap for the weak.

“Bloody hell,” he hissed through his teeth. And before he could stop himself, he spun around and called out. “Wait—” The single word tasted bitter and dishonest. He immediately regretted not remaining silent. He clenched his fists at his sides, the pouch crinkling in one hand. He wouldn’t meet Alex’s eyes, his gaze fixed on the cobblestones between them.

“You know the buyer better than I do. You oughta come with me. Just to make sure the bloke pays the proper price.” And this was as close as Thomas would come to an apology for his harshness. Because he wasn’t really apologizing. He was just using Alex again. And if Alex wanted to sulk and insist on a more genuine apology, then that was just pathetic. What did he expect from a kid like Thomas?

Thomas truly had meant his words. They weren’t friends. Thomas was using Alex, regardless of whether Alex believed he was “letting him” or not. And if Alex tested the boundaries between them again, Thomas’s retaliation would be no less harsh.

#ask-the-hidden-thief #(ahhh he's so mean i'm sorry!!!)#(he just still considers alex more of a 'useful ally' than a friend)#(even though they've known each other for a while)#(it really isn't as personal as thomas might make it seem though)#(he just doesn't consider any adult a friend)#(and in general he just doesn't think of people as friends)#(no matter how long he's known them)#::threads (timekeeper tales)#::chimney sweep (thomas)

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