Mostly Nonsense and Some Writing

I'm Pei (29) and this is my side blog so I don't subject my main blog to as much writing-related stuff. They still get all the other rambling, though. I know nothing about themes, though, so this will probably look like I've just made it forever.

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Intro, I guess?

Name’s Pei.  This is my side blog for my writing/my characters, and will include things like little interactions between characters, random character/world lore, and (surprisingly) writing.  Tags are under the cut.

Enjoy, I guess?

#pending brain power - posts about the blog itself/updates from the human behind it

#wallflour chatter - dialogue posts (incorrect quotes, small conversations, etc)

#look ma i wrote somethin - actual writing

#festivities and fuckery - lore, worldbuilding, etc

#possible inspo - reblogs to use as inspiration later

#tomfuckery time - anything that doesn’t fit into one of those categories

[luna-azzurra]

Moral Dilemmas That Will Mess Up Your Character

» They witness a crime but helping the victim means exposing a secret that could ruin someone they love.

» They could save someone’s life… but only by hurting someone else.

» They’re offered everything they’ve ever wanted, by the worst person they know.

» They have to lie to protect someone, but the lie costs someone else dearly.

» They can bring justice, but only by breaking a promise.

» They’re given power, but to keep it, they have to become what they hate.

» They have the chance to take revenge, and it would be so easy. So satisfying.

» They’re the only one who knows the truth, but telling it would destroy someone’s faith.

» They could protect the many, by sacrificing the one. And the one matters to them.

» They promised not to get involved, but walking away would haunt them forever.

» They were wrong  and admitting it now will shatter their credibility.

» They’re asked to forgive, and they know the person doesn’t deserve it.

» They have to pick a side, but both sides are flawed. Both will cost them something.

» They want to help, but they’re not sure it’s their place.

» They said they’d never become their parent and now they’re staring in the mirror, wondering if they already have.

» They catch their friend doing something terrible, but they owe them everything.

» They can’t tell if they’re protecting someone, or controlling them.

» They get what they want, but someone else suffers for it.

» They promised to keep a secret, but now someone innocent is getting hurt.

» They fall in love and realize it compromises everything they believe in.

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Drunken Love Confessions

"I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?"

"You're all I ever wanted. I'm sorry I can't say it sober."

"I can't wait for the room to stop spinning, so I can focus on your face again."

"I would love to hear those words in any other place than this bathroom, holding your hair back."

"You're cute. And a bit blurry. But definitely always so cute."

"I think I love you." "And I would love to answer you accordingly, but I think I would appreciate it more when you’re actually able to understand my answer."

"Don't tell my sober me that I told you I love you. It was a secret."

"I…I want to give you my heart. It belongs to… to you. How… how can I give it to you? I don’t want it anymore." "Let’s wait until tomorrow with the surgery."

"Oh I'm dreaming of you again. If I wouldn't be dreaming and if you would be really here, then I would tell you I love you."

"I love you. But that's a secret. So I won't tell you about it."

"You're drunk." "Yes. And hopelessly in love with you."

"I'm seeing you twice. Oh, now I can give all my love to even more of you."

"Say that again after two coffees at least and I will be yours."

"You're so adorable. I want to pick you up and never let you down."

"I've always loved you. But I will never tell you."

"This is not a dream, I think. In my dreams we're usually kissing."

"I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?" "You’re not doing anything." "But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?"

"Can you keep a secret? I am madly in love with you. But psshh."

"I fell in love with you." "No, you fell down the stairs. You should really learn to hold your liquor."

"You're so perfect. How can anyone be so perfect? Maybe you're just a dream."

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I kept thinking about how Fizzle would definitely have to spell his tea sets against breaking because he just kinda throws them in his bag when packing up, so I wanted to show what the spell would look like (and a little bit about how Fizzle seems to be more oblivious than he is)

“Oh! Would you like some tea?”

Before the woman sitting patiently at Fizzle's small table could respond, he had bolted into the tent, rummaging around for a few moments before returning with a couple of haphazardly stacked tea cups, a tea pot, and a tin of tea.

“It's such a hot day, I'm not sure tea would help,” the woman politely said, attempting to decline the invitation.

Fizzle's turquoise hair bounced as he shook his head. “This one's blueberry and peppermint. No matter the weather or if the tea's hot or chilled, it tastes cold.”

There was no way out of his invitation. He'd chattered her ear off for the past fifteen minutes as he'd set up for their fortune telling session, and she'd quickly grown bored of him. Sure, he was pretty to look at, but he talked so much more than his reputation said he would, and upon realizing this, she had lost interest in him.

Besides, she'd seen how he was holding his tea set—she was sure one of those cups would hit the ground any moment and shatter.

Maybe...Maybe she should help it along. If there's one less tea cup, she can skip the ceremonies of taking tea with someone and get straight to the fortune-telling. He was still talking, so there was no way he'd even noticed that he'd sat her teacup so close to the edge it was teetering.

Right?

She nudged the teacup from underneath, her hands invisible under the edge of the table, and closed her eyes as it fell, waiting for the sound of porcelain scattering across the cement.

Instead, a soft boing emitted from the dainty cup, repeating comically as it began to bounce away from her.

“Ah, whoops! Guess I'll be using this one. Can't let a nice lady use a cup that's touched the ground, now can I?” Fizz remarked, scooping it up as it came to a stop at his feet.

The lilt on “nice” made the woman pause. He'd been irritably jovial with every word he'd said up until then. Had he known her inner thoughts? Did the stars really tell him everything he asked, even about what people thought of him?

When he sat the teacup on his side of the table, he wiggled his fingers over it. As it began to glow, the woman watched an illusion of a solar system surround the cup. It disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, and Fizzle explained, “I keep them in my bag, so they're all spelled against breaking. Even if you throw it at the ground, it can't be damaged. My dear sister specially requests this particular spell on all of her equipment, so I've become quite the expert at it.”

“Complete with the noise?” the woman asked incredulously.

Fizzle beamed, and for a moment all the irritation she'd felt at his behavior melted. “Of course. What kind of little brother am I if I don't add in a little something to annoy her?”

He bounced the teacup against the table a few times, listening to the boing. Then, he admitted, “Actually, I just can't get it out of the spell without the spell not working. But it is entertaining to me.”

Finally, after a cup of tea that did, admittedly, taste cold and help with the heat, the fortune-telling began.

“So, what were you hoping to learn from this?” Fizzle asked, his eyes focused on the image of the galaxy that mirrored the strange way his own eyes glittered.

What had she hoped to learn?

Honestly, she'd chatted him up about a fortune-telling session because she'd wanted to flirt with him. She'd wanted to be the first of her group of friends to score a date with the elusive Hunter who was known for being oblivious to romantic interests. Now that that idea had promptly left her mind, what did she want?

“I... I wanted to know if I'd get a better job in the near future.”

His head tilted to the side, the chains dangling from his glasses swaying slightly. “Is that what you really came here for, Ms...”

“Hannah.”

“Ms. Hannah,” he repeated, completing his sentence. Fizzle sat back against his chair, watching the illusory meteors shooting across a small fraction of the star map. “The stars tell me you wanted something very different when you stepped into that elevator with me.”

“What do they say I wanted, then?”

“That you were more interested in me than what I can do and what you can learn.” He stretched. “But they also say you changed your mind some time between then and now. If I had to guess, you got bored somewhere around the time you tried to break my teacup.”

So, he was more observant that she'd given him credit for. Huffing, Hannah grumbled, “I don't get why all the girls are so obsessed with you. You talk too much.”

“I prefer to think I don't talk enough.”

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I suppose I’ll also include Jester’s intro, since I’ve actually got the energy for it.

“That's an...interesting statue.”

Orpheus barely glanced around before nudging Darcy and tilting his head in the direction of the statue Jude had mentioned.  To Jude, he replied, “Uh, yeah...  Just don't make eye contact.”

As Jude watched, Darcy swung his backpack off one shoulder and began rummaging around in it, his free hand clamped over Chase's eyes.  He'd almost fished whatever he was looking for when a peal of laughter seemed to surround them.

Orpheus and Darcy shared a look, then simultaneously looked at the spot where the “statue” had been perched.  A large leather briefcase sat in its place.

As they did, Jack, who had been following behind Jude diligently, quietly asked, “So, what happens if you do?”

His question was answered by the jingle of bells and a rattle that resembled a wooden marionette being raised from the ground.  A patter of footsteps followed the top of the wall next to them, followed by the sudden appearance of a swinging leg in the corner of their eyes.

“Oh, ho! Travelers, my dear boys?”

Orpheus cursed under his breath and seemed to brace himself for whatever was coming. “Hi, Jester.  Yeah, we've got travelers with us.”

Above them, settled on the top of the wall, was what had initially appeared to be a bizarrely painted statue.  Much closer now, Jude and Jack could see the ball joints separating the wrists from the forearms, and the neck from the head.  If he were to see through the brightly patterned vest, diamond-patterned crocheted puff pants, and simple button-up shirt, Jude suspected he'd find more.  The grin splitting the doll's delicately carved face was polite enough, but it was carved, emotionless, and just slightly too wide, resulting in an eerie smile that he wanted to take a step back from.

Actually, the doll's entire head seemed strangely out of place considering the lanky, exaggerated proportions of the rest of his body.  It had fine features, obviously carved with love, and the eyes gleaming out from it were a vibrant golden.  Mint hair hung in a long, thick braid over his shoulder, a style done by hands that by all means should not have had the dexterity to do so.

By contrast, the purple and gold crochet pants, which extended up to the edge of what could only be assumed to be the doll's rib cage, were cinched in at the waist, highlighting the triangular form of the upper body and the almost equally triangular shape of the hips and legs.  Over it, the vest—which could only be described as a pair of vests that had been cut in half and stitched back together—seemed to be cinched at the waist as well, though it may have simply been an illusion caused by the mix of yellow plaid and orange pinstripes.  His legs were so long that, despite the wall being nearly three feet taller than Jack—the tallest of the group—and the leg in question being bent at the knee, the doll's foot that was dangling over the edge clacked gleefully against the bricks at their eye level.

The doll clapped his hands together once, the sound of wood smacking against wood echoing softly.  “I've been quite bored up there, you know.  Oh, so lonely,” he pouted, though his expression never changed.  “I'll join you!  That'll be the best way to alleviate my dreadful, dreadful boredom!”

None of the mages below him remembered him retrieving the briefcase that had been left on his other perch, but when his feet landed on the ground at the base of the wall, he had it strapped to his back, not unlike a backpack.  With a cheery tone, he answered the unspoken—and, honestly, unthought—question in the air, chirping, “Can't forget my extra parts, now can I?  Let's set off!”

When no one followed, he turned on his heel as the bells braided into his hair jingled.  “So... Where is our destination, after all?”

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Meet Honey and Fizzle, my vampire and underworld hunter sibling pair.

"Well, do you know where the Hunter is, or not?"

Honey sighed loudly, snapping her book shut. He'd stormed in, interrupted her reading session with the local kids, and was now demanding to know where Fizzle was? The audacity.

She took a deep breath. If the children saw her throw the book at the upperworld mage, they'd be scared. Instead, she politely ushered them from the room, up the stairs, and out onto the street for someone else to take care of.

"So what if I do?" she snapped the moment the door closed. Her eyes unconsciously flickered towards the ceiling for a moment.

Of course she knew where her brother was. At this exact moment, he was on the roof of this building, setting up his traveling observatory. Well, that's what she assumed he was doing.  If she could see the rooftop right then, she'd find him asleep on the concrete, a book about astrological divination methods open on his chest.

The man before her crossed his arms. Honey couldn't quite tell if he was truly frustrated or if he was trying to be intimidating.

"Look, child, I need this taken care of, and taken care of discreetly. If you can't find him, I'll go somewhere else," he demanded.

In disbelief, Honey pushed her glasses farther up the bridge of her nose. "Child?" she repeated.  She hated hearing that term so much at this point that she could feel rage bubbling up from somewhere inside. "I'm nearly your age."

"I'm quite flattered you think I'm so y—"

"I'm thirty-four, and a respected researcher. If you won't treat me as such, I most certainly do not know anything about the Hunter you seek, and neither does anyone else in this part of town."

The vampire's outburst had clearly caught the man off guard. This girl, who barely looked to be sixteen, was only five years shy of his age? Still, no matter if she was lying or not, she was the only lead he'd found to actually get in contact with the reclusive Hunter of the underworld.

He would pacify her, just to get what he felt he deserved.

"Apologies, miss. You just look so young. I did not mean any insult."

For a moment, Honey considered telling him to get out. There was no doubt in her mind that he was like every other upperworlder that had come seeking Fizzle: desperate to kill, and not have the blood on his own hands. They made up the majority of his violent commissions. His change in tone and feigned apology would have no effect on her, but the money he was digging out of his wallet would.

"Please," he begged. "I've heard that money talks down here in this hell. I'm willing to pay whatever it takes to get rid of that bastard."

Honey took the money he offered and counted it. There was enough in her hands for both hers and Fizzle's groceries for the next week. Content with his offer, she crossed the room to her land-line phone and began dialing.

One ring. Nothing. That wasn't unusual.

Two rings. Still nothing. When her brother was setting up, sometimes he left his phone in his bag.

Three rings. What was he doing up there?

Four rings.

Honey had just taken the receiver away from her ear when she heard the other end pick up.

"Mm? Hello?" the voice on the other end asked, husky from sleep.

"What were you doing, making me wait like that?"

"Hon-Bun, calm down. I was just taking a nap." Honey could hear the rustle of a book, and Fizzle groaned. "I think I got a sunburn."

"Serves you right," she huffed. Collecting herself, she put on her best professional persona and announced, "You have a visitor."

Fizzle groaned again. "What kind of visitor?"

Honey glanced over her shoulder. Choosing her words carefully, she said, "Dangerous game."

"Those university mages never get tired of ripping each other's throats out, do they." The words may have formed a question, but his tone was flat. Honey could hear his echoing footsteps, meaning he'd returned inside the building to find the elevator to her lab. This was confirmed when he added, "Ah, I'll be there shortly."

She didn't wait to see if he had more to say before she hung up and turned back to her brother's newest client.

"It would appear he's interested," she informed him. "Interested" was a far stretch, but she knew Fizzle would feign interest if it got him paid more.

The man nodded, taking a seat in her reading nook without permission. Formally educated mages always acted like this, thinking they owned the place just because they'd been to one of those damned schools, but they were the ones coming crawling to her lovable baby brother who had never had a day of training in his life.

The elevator dinged, and the moment the doors opened, Fizzle waltzed out, grabbing Honey by the shoulders and swinging her around, much to her dismay. To her, this was not the time to treat her like his sister, but like a colleague. He gave her a kiss on the forehead with a smile before approaching the man.

"So, this is the fabled Hunter of the Underground?" the man asked, still seated. "I was expecting someone more...terrifying."

"Is it the hair?" Fizzle asked no one, running his fingers through messy turquoise green hair. "It was supposed to be midnight blue."

"No, it's..." The man trailed off.

"Oh! Is it the outfit? I wanted to be comfy today. Don't worry, I won't be wearing this while hunting. Eh? No? Is it the glasses? Or is it because I'm not as tall as you were imagining? Five-ten's not short, you know. Hmm, not that either? Maybe it's--"

"I was expecting someone with more bulk," the man interjected.

Fizzle looked down at himself, then at his arms, and whined "That's it? I know I'm not built like I go to the gym everyday or anything, but I'm not exactly scrawny. I've got the muscle I need to do what I need."

In the blink of an eye, Fizzle's entire demeanor changed.  Conversing with this man had turned just as annoying to him as it had Honey. Upperworlders never changed. They never gave those in the underground communities the credit they deserved.  So what if he didn't look like the cartoonishly muscled image of a Hunter this guy was picturing? He obviously knew what he was doing, or he wouldn't have enough reputation for the man before him to find him when looking for someone to do his dirty work. "Enough chit-chat. What exactly do you want me to do and how much are you willing to pay?"

Swallowing hard, the man produced an envelope. Inside was an image of his rival, a fellow mage who was up for the same promotion within the ranks of the institution they were at, several detailed lists of places he'd be and when, and a deposit of half the amount he was willing to pay.

"Wow, you came prepared. Must have a real hard-on for that position, huh?"

"H-how'd you know it was for a position?" the man asked, and Honey wondered just where the demanding man who had interrupted her reading session had gone. Surely her goofball of a brother wasn't that intimidating.

"It almost always is," Fizzle replied, counting the deposit. "This'll do for half the amount, but I don't need the lists of places to find him. That's what the stars are for."

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Staff at an event, aware that Rin will pass out if she gets too hot, through the headset: She's sweating.

Errie, standing next to Rin and trying to keep her cool: I am aware.

Rin, in her full Lillie outfit, fanning herself: They should really start puttin' air conditioning in places like this.

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50 Dialogue Prompts

“It’s really not that complicated.”

“Close the door.”

“It’s three in the morning.”

“I should have told you a long time ago.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“You have to leave right now.”

“Just trust me.”

“I’ve been waiting a long time.”

“You’re in love with her.”

“Come here.”

“We could get arrested for this.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Was that supposed to hurt?”

“I can explain.”

“Love is overrated.”

“Watch me.”

“I’ve missed this.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Sometimes, being a complete nerd comes in handy.”

“I don’t owe you an explanation.”

“We have to be quiet.”

“You’re trembling.”

“I want an answer, goddammit!”

“It was you the whole time.”

“Tell me again.”

“This is why we can’t have nice things.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t see me.”

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

“You could have died.”

“Prove it.”

“I might never get another chance to say this.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Lie to me then.”

“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

“We need to talk about what happened last night.”

“I never stood a chance, did I?”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“I’m only here to establish an alibi.”

“Are you drunk?”

“I still remember the way you taste.”

“How much of that did you hear?”

“What happens if I do this?”

“Why are you whispering?”

“You make me want things I can’t have.”

“I don’t want to screw this up.”

“People are staring.”

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Darcy, mixing magical vitamin supplement powders into a can of ginger ale: This isn't going to kill me or anything, right? I've got a paper due Monday that I forgot about.

Orpheus, watching Darcy panic and try to pour the can into a large cup when the can begins overflowing with fizz: I don't think so. But I'm not a doctor.

Darcy: Yet.

Lune, walking in, taking one look around, sighing, and leaving: I'll go set up a sick day kit.

Chase, excitedly: I call it Dad's "cold-be-gone" juice!

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Rin: You're not mad at me?

Errie: Rin, if I was going to be mad at you, it would have been that time when you were ten when you blamed me for setting the couch on fire when I was babysitting you.

Rin: I forgot I did that. Can't believe I didn't realize you were a frost spirit before that.

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Famine, eating a chicken nugget and holding a kids meal toy: Hey, uh... I hope you guys have some groceries because I wouldn't recommend eating out for...a while.

Noreis, panicked: Where's Pestilence?

Famine: Hm? Oh, uh. Yeah, that's a great question. Somewhere in town. She asked me to hold her toy and I came here.

Noreis, to En: How are you the more responsible and trustworthy of you two?

En, taking a chicken nugget out of Famine's pocket: Beats me.

Famine: That was my last nugget. I think that was the last safe food in town.

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En: Hey, kiddo. Where's Famine?

Pestilence, shoving random objects in her mouth before putting them back: Dunno.

En, picking up things Pestilence has put in her mouth and dropping them in the sink to be washed: Why don't we go find them so you stop doing that in my home? It would suck if Nono got sick and couldn't take care of me.

Archer, watching all of this go down and grabbing disinfectant: Are... Are you just leaving all this stuff for Nono to clean? And you don't want him to get sick?

En: Yeah?

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Yoshi, holding what appears to be a sealed antique pot: Where, exactly, did you say you got this from?

En: It was in some dude's bedroom when I went to deal with 'im for Boss. Why? Ya can't keep it. I earned whatever's inside it.

Archer, noticing Yoshi has already begun inching away from En: You look awfully nervous all of the sudden, Yoshi. This thing's not actually a pot, is it?

Yoshi: Dragon egg. Stolen. *presses an ear to the egg* Close to hatching.

Archer: Well that's not what I was expecting.

En, trying to take the egg back from Yoshi: I want to raise another attack dragon!

Archer and Yoshi: Another?!

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Darcy:  So, did your home country have adventurer’s guilds or anything like that?  You kind of describe it like a fantasy game setting.

Kei, who didn’t think they talked about home all that much:  I suppose it does sound a good bit like that, doesn’t it?  But yes, there are adventurer’s guilds in the capital city.  The ones I rent land to were at the top of the rankings when I was exiled.

Naz:  Is that the place you wouldn’t let me go in?

Kei:  No, that was the casino.

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Jude, holding something in his hands: Hey, uh, how much do you love me?

Jack, rewriting one of Jude's reports: I'm not letting you turn in illegible documents, so... A lot. What did you bring home?

Jude, holding up the small jar in his hands: Tadpoles!

Jack, looking at several tanks of tadpoles in various stages of growth: We have to move somewhere with less puddles one day. I'll go set up another one.

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Kei, walking through a door with a curtain at the top: Mind your head.

Aethra: Isn't your brother seven feet tall or something? Why would I need to--*smacks their head on the door frame* What the...?

Kei: Keirr hand crafted this one to be my height in case someone tried to follow me one day.

Aethra: And the curtain hiding the top?

Kei: You can't duck if you're not expecting it to be so short.

Aethra: ... Actually, that's a fair enough plan.

Kei: Worked on you, didn't it?

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first kiss prompts ~

dont be shy to use!! <3 sorry these are going to be cringe LMAO

a: "you're so pretty." b: *nervous laugh* "im what?" a: "i said you're so pretty" (a then proceeds to kiss b)

a is ranting about something, and b kisses them mid sentence to calm them down

slow dancing at the prom, then getting bored and kissing in the parking lot outside of school

person a turning around to leave, then person b grabbing them by the arm, twirling them around and kissing them.

"i'm so happy i could kiss you" "thanks"

kissing in the car as the radio blares, once they get together the song that was playing became their song (you can get creative maybe despacito was playing)

your otp is sitting together in silence and the tension is so terrible b just kisses a

person a wrapping their arms around b's waist and caressing their cheek with their finger, and then leaning into person b for a kiss

DRUNK KISSES PLEASE I EAT THESE UP EVERY SINGLE TIME I NEED THESE FHEWOFHEFOW

person b carrying a very exhausted person a to bed, then person a sleepily grabs person b's hand and kisses them. then proceeds to fall asleep

after the kiss, person a looks away, flustered, while person b laughs and kisses them more

THE "CAN I KISS YOU" HFIOHJERIOHOERI

on the contrary the "kiss me" DHEOHFWO

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