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fandom alt (HSR, mxtx, gfl, FFIX) | ťransmasc femdude, he/him, grown, statistically stereotypical bipolar haver. | multishipper w 50 wips. no minors please! | AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/zalzaires/works 💛 tags: #artbyzazo #ficbyzazo
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mistcontinent.bsky.social
Looking forward to what youll be able to do moving in the direction thats best for you
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cruellae.bsky.social
aventurine making fun of sunday for not being able to tell the difference between jade and aventurine stones until sunday shuts him up with a kiss
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tkettie.myatproto.social
I yearn for a day when "dark fic" returns and "proship" is no longer needed.
mistcontinent.bsky.social
I always found dark content to be a great testing ground for one's own thoughts. Like "hm, how does this make us feel?". I dont get not wanting to test the gravity a little on feelings. Its like telling actors theyre evil for playing villains
mistcontinent.bsky.social
To be clear i love lygus in the fit I just don't like seeing all the performative anguish about it
mistcontinent.bsky.social
vein standing out on my forehead as I try to not be a bitch about the lygus meme but unable to not be bothered by its proximity to a "surprise! Guy in a dress!" joke
mistcontinent.bsky.social
it took like years after that for them to diagnose me with any mental illnesses actually
mistcontinent.bsky.social
there is a photo of me in the depths of my original tumblr, from the era in which i was sleeping in a barn, with the words PLAY PATHOLOGIC drawn on my chest in black sharpie.
mistcontinent.bsky.social
don't forgive me if my speech is unclear or absurd. dwell inside the cadence of it instead
mistcontinent.bsky.social
if you ever wonder whats going on with my writing style its that i discovered the original fucked up translation of pathologic in my teens and it did permanent things to how i interpret words
mistcontinent.bsky.social
i am still not very good at writing smut but my yuri quotient has been critically low and needed amending
mistcontinent.bsky.social
i say, as if it's not just 90% agy character study with some side dish of me writing brief snapshots of Yearning
mistcontinent.bsky.social
:3 revived it because i started thinking abt it again becuz of your role reversal au
mistcontinent.bsky.social
its whumptober so im attempting to tell myself that its cool to pull out some of the really grim plots that i just kinda quietly noodle on longtermly
mistcontinent.bsky.social
"when is the worst possible place i could make their timelines intersect" "well..."
mistcontinent.bsky.social
premise scene for a sunturine au wip. violence, strangulation, and typical aventurine backstory topics. been in my documents for a while, for the prompt "aventurine and sunday getting matching tattoos."

(despite all appearances, nobody dies in this scene.)
"I won't hurt you," the winged boy insisted.

"But I can't let you hurt me, either. Just stay back."

There's blood still dribbling freely from his mouth as Kakavasha gives a short bark of a laugh. "Great idea. Let's just stand here, until we both die, because they're not letting us out of this maze until one of us is dead!"

Something changes in the winged boy's eyes, suddenly—

"Yes… until one of us is dead… I… I'll let you. I'll let you do it. But you have to do something for me. My sister… she was brought here, too. Her name is… they're calling her Thirty Six. And I'm… thirty seventh. Please… you have to look after her for me. If you do that…"

"…"

Thirty Seven doesn't resist as Kakavasha invades his space. He doesn't resist, as Kakavasha loops the bloodied manacles that he has used to killed and killed and kill today around his neck with shaking hands, slowly, giving this winged boy every chance. Thirty Seven's spiky halo glows like a star perpetually, probably active and ready to do — whatever he'd been doing with it, that kept him alive this long, but he does nothing.

Thirty Seven only struggles when his body overrides his will, as it grows closer to his final breath.
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