#sillywrites

[sillekias]

so with lord of the mysteries finally releasing its second trailer all of the LOTM fans are coming out of the woodwork and twitter and FINALLY, by god, someone released a thread explaining the Pathways/Sequence system that i can just link and share with my homies who haven't started the novel yet

and as i'm talking with my friend on discord about this they're getting it but also NOT getting it because they don't have the context of the novel behind them and our discussion itself (or rather my 1-sided rant) is a good example of how and why LOTM is an amazing read and effortlessly rewired my brain while i was reading it

granted i admit it's been a time since i read the novel but that kind of thing stays with you man, i'm pretty sure it's made an indelible imprint on my soul somewhere hahaha

hopefully i wasn't tripping with half of my explanations tho

[sillekias]

I swear this is how the internet as a whole USED to work

Absolutely amazing how AO3 is a part of the internet that doesn't sneak in any ads and doesn't have an algorithm and doesn't watch you or record how much time you spend looking at each fic or whatever. It's just right there to use for free. Legend

[sillewrites]

finally figured out what to do with these OCs from the same universe I commissioned once upon a time

I know I can’t commit enough to finish big projects at this point in life so breaking it down and just having fun with my OCs seems like the best next step!!

idk if ppl censor discord names but I did just in case for privacy

anyways not sure if I’ll post them here or keep hacking away at drafts in gdocs but at least I have direction! I have some plot! Let’s goooooooooo

[silliest-sideblog]

Days since last anvil incident: 1 0

After seeing the art that @wasyago made for Tango for Hermit a day May, I really wanted to write a little something for it.

So here we have 500 words of Tango and his goofy little factory helpers!

Writing under the cut!

The factory hums around Tango as it steadily works in the background. He's gotten used to the noises around him by now, especially now that it actually has been working for a few months without a major hitch. 

Minecarts are rolling around, lights are blinking on and off, and Tango has to admit, this place might be a home? Well, maybe home isn't the right word. But it is done and he feels satisfied with it. Even if there still is a bit of stuff left to do. 

Like cleaning up. 

With all the recent finishing touches he's made to this place, the boxes have stacked up, and all the work outside, shaping the paths, has tracked enough dirt inside that Tango felt the need to finally fix his mess. 

One would think that this is what he invented the teknicians for, right? But if he left those guys alone with this, no work would get done, in the best case. In any worse case he'd have to reassemble them again after another anvil to the face incident. 

So instead, Tango is swiping up dust, mud and debris himself, two hands on the broom, his other two hands holding his pesky tail out of the way before it can absentmindedly swipe through one of the neat piles he's just made. All while making sure his little guys are actually helping. 

One definitely is, and Tango can't help but smile, always enjoying to see when his inventions actually work out, as he's carrying around some trash bags. 

Another one is currently trying to dust off a few boxes which is... Admittedly less helpful but it's got the spirit. 

Maybe this isn't going to take forever. He's been making good progress and one of the little guys is even helping with unpacking the non-trash boxes, carrying around items to his storage, even if he plays around with them for a bit first. 

With a smile and a small shake of his head, endeared by the teknicians, Tango keeps swiping until he sees something red being lifted out of one of the boxes. Oh no.

"No no no no no no no"

The broom is clattering to the floor as Tango sprints over, tackling the small robot away before he can actually light the TNT. Rolling over the floor, a safe distance away, Tango can catch his breath, picking the robot up by his neck like one might a cat. "No! Bad teknician!" Tango is aware of how exasperated he sounds. "How often do u have to say, no lighting shiny boom booms inside the factory?" 

With a sigh and a pat on the head he lets the guy down as he waddles off, hopefully doing something else now that won't give Tango another heart attack. 

Sitting on the floor for another moment, one hand in his lap, the other two propping him up, Tango allows himself a momentary break, going through his hair once with a free hand. 

His moment of peace is interrupted by another anvil falling down, dangerously close to where Tango is sitting, causing him to practically jump out of his skin and scatter away with a loud "Gah!" 

Looking up he saw another teknician, the one that presumably held an anvil a few seconds ago, fallen onto his face, struggling like a bug turned on its back. 

With a deep sigh, Tango gathers himself, and mildly regrets having made these little helpers so stinkingly adorable. 

[vampuppyy]

Ok are we sillywriting or seriouswriting today folks vote now

[greenearthpuppy]

PROTESILAUS

as the anvil falls from the heavens,

for a single, terrifying moment,

he feels fear.

logically, he knows

nothing will happen to him.

he is used to this.

 as it impacts his skull,

sprays blood on the bars of his cage,

pushes shards of bone into his brain,

a flash of golden light blinds the onlookers.

flesh and bone regrow before their eyes,

mending what should have been unfixable.

 he laughs as his executioner stares in horror,

laughs as he spots the favor he had called in,

and laughs as he is rescued from his cell.

 he grins the whole joyride home,

dried blood gluing his hair to his forehead,

because unlike his namesake,

he is the man who cannot die.

[sillekias]

i think part of what makes sung hyunje so appealing to me as a character too is that he's so idk han yoojin coded like there is no way in any conceivable universe this guy will be interested in anything BUT hyj like i could isekai into s-classes world the next day and he'd treat me as air and yes!! king!! slay and ignore me!! (but don't literally slay i wanna live thanks) ahahahaha!! also i'd prolly be petrified from his S-class aura b/c no L-class fear resistance so RIP me

if im very very good maybe i'll see him in a cafe one day inviting (forcing) hyj to have snacks with him and that'd honestly be delightful, especially if they start bickering the next minute (well, one-sided bickering b/c SHJ will prolly just ^^ thru it all and that kills me too but like positively this is the type of death that ascends you)

p.s. am training myself to spell his name the more accurate way but hyunjae is so comfy sigh

[sillekias]

I know nothing about tarot cards full disclaimer here but I feel like the Magician might fit him well, because it has the whole “connection between spiritual and material realms” motif (remember he went back in time to his younger body while still having an older soul!!)

Upright the Magician also represents manifestation, resourcefulness, power, and inspired action which is all post-regression Han Yoojin as he runs around saving people and fixing stuff

Reversed it represents manipulation/cunning (great for when HYJ is trying to trick people), poor planning + untapped talents (this reminds me of pre-regression Yoojin who was basically having a miserable time as an F-class)

There’s the whole symbolism of the Magician itself pointing a hand to Heaven and Earth (“as above, so below”) which to me echos his connection to forces beyond their world and well, his role as a bridge in connecting them to the Hunters and “equalizing” the playing field.

I also thought these descriptions were on point:

Also doesn’t Yoojin feel like a magician to his friends and allies by always figuring out how to solve their problems, at least on their eyes, because of his foreknowledge?

Anyways again disclaimer that I don’t know tarot cards I just thought this description fit after some reading, don’t take me too seriously this is just for fun ok!!

Sources: Biddy Tarot , Labryrinthos

If Yoojin was a tarot card which one would he be?

[sillewrites]

BLwrimo is starting here I come…!!!

[silliest-sideblog]

New Years Kiss

Pairing: Etho/Tango

Length: 1k words

A/N: It's technically New Years here already and I wanted to post this before people are heading out. So here's another little Slabtek fic, this time for new years eve!

Technically it's set after my other fic "Just a little distraction" but it's not relevant. I just wanted to write something indulgent for the holidays.

Happy New Years everyone, hope I can get even more writing done next year!

Etho and Tango sit in the reiling of the steampunk blimp that looms above Tango's still unfinished factory, looking towards where Cub is hosting a large fireworks show with the help of some of the others. There's food and people are talking and laughing.

Almost everyone is there, but not these two.

Of course they love their friends and enjoy spending time with them but it's already so noisy and crowded at times and right now they prefer the quiet of it all. Plus Tango insists the view from up here is so much better than being up close.

They sit, legs dangling, and just watch over the server for a while. It's a comfortable silence around them, without the need to fill it.

Tango got out his notepad occasionally to write down some idea or another that went through his head, telling Etho about it as he writes.

Neither of them has a clock on them and they don't know how late it is.

Eventually, Etho breaks the silence."So when do we get sappy and talk about the past year?"

The smile is audible in his voice and Tango doesn't even need to look up to see the way his eyes crinkle slightly alongside it.

"We don't have to if you don't wanna" he just offers in return. Neither of them is the type for this kind of stuff anyway.

Etho shrug and they sit in silence once more but now that Etho mentioned it once, Tango is of course thinking about it anyway.

"It sure was a year. Thought I would've gotten more done" Tango sighs. He's now looking down at his unfinished factory. "Thought I'd at least have that thing done a bit more done by now. Instead I spent half the year in a hole and the other half fixing this mess." he laughs sorely.

Etho gently kicks against his boot.

"You got everyone addicted to your game. Again." he throws in and Tango knows that it's not just to cheer him up.

"Only took me what? 5 months? And even then it was kind of a mess. All the bugs and so much that went wrong..."

A beat later, "Sorry. Didn't want to spend the last few minutes of the year being miserable" Tango says but he can't help the slight smile in his voice because Etho knows how he is. And Tango knows that Etho doesn't mind; that sometimes Tango needs to talk himself down, let out an annoyed sigh at himself and get to it. But there's not really a getting to it now on New Year's now, is there?

But the sigh already helps enough.

"What about you? Happy with this one?" Tango asks, changing the subject away from himself. Funny thing how neither of them can stand bring the focus for too long.

"Sure, could say that." Etho says but doesn't really elaborate.

Many good things have happened for the both of them. They made games for their friends and had the joy of watching them play and laugh. Struggle and get better.

Etho got over himself and built a roof for his house, something he's at least decently happy with.

Tangos factory is, despite the flaws he's deeply unhappy with, quite the impressive piece of redstone work.

The time they spent with everyone, laughing and learning from each other, watching their friends grow and live alongside them.

Neither of them says it out loud but that's what's been filling this year for them.

Another thing they don't say out loud, not earlier, not right now, is them. For a few months now they have been closer than ever before and since that one afternoon in the redstone of Hungry Hermits...

Things have changed between them, kisses have been stolen away, nights spent at the others, mostly Etho's, base; Tango's starter house being mostly unused at this point.

Still they haven't talked about it. Why would they? It's not like that would change anything.

Or it would. It would put expectations up, and Tango doesn't know if he's ready for that.

What would Etho even expect from him? Dates? Kissing? To tell other people?

Tango is lost in his own thoughts, he barely hears Etho's question.

"How long do you think we still have till midnight?"

"Huh?" Tango looks up at him, taking a moment to register the question and as his brain catches up and he wants to reply, the fireworks are beginning to light up the night sky.

And Tango can't take his eyes off Etho, his face illuminated by the flickering lights all over the night sky.

What would be expected of them? Shouldn't they kiss now?

Does it matter what's expected of them?

"Happy new year, Etho" Tango says with a bright smile as he realizes it doesn't matter.

He can see Etho return the expression, see it in his eyes, his eyebrows, the way his cheeks move under the mask.

Carefully, Tango reaches out and pulls on the fabric and Etho doesn't stop him. He never has.

Slowly their lips meet, as if they're making this something special.

Tango smiles into the kiss. He wouldn't have expected to be the type of person who enjoys something as dumb as a kiss on new years but here he is. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

Of course it feels silly and cheesy and neither of them really need it. But maybe that is part of the charm.

Once Tango pulls back he cant stop grinning at Etho. And that grin doesn't vanish when the taller one starts leaning his head on Tango's shoulder, slouching slightly to get comfortable.

Tango's tail wraps around his waist affectionately and he hears Etho say quietly, "Happy New Year, Tango."

[aximili]

u did not ask but you liked my bookpost so i am assigning u a book: i think you might like Kings of the Wyld. its like. D&D book. really silly "old adventuring band gets back together for one last Big Fight" book. lots of classic rock refs, very silly writing. second book has a lesbian protag but first book has a silly gay mage. theyre real lighthearted but very fun and i think you would probably enjoy. but if sillywriting isnt your jam i also actually think u would dig The Bone Ships for their cool worldbuilding (the ships!! are made of literal bones of giant seabeasts. they are trying to save giant sea dragons. matriarchal society. cool sad birdcreatures. very fun writing. i think u would enjoy :)

omg, thank you!! my old housemate actually mentioned kings of the wyld before so I'll have to check it out and the bone ships sounds COMPLETELY up my street! I will add both to my to-read :3

in return, you might have already read them?? im much more of a noob when ti comes to fantasy but I am reading the second of the Liveship Traders books by robin hobb rn and they are so fucking good it makes me mad. (light fantasy - ships figureheads come to life after 3 generations of their family die on board, meaning they can self-drive; various people - and Creatures - are keen to exploit this.)

cool ass worldbuilding, she Really fucking knows how to write sailing, and it's a fantastic multi POV where all the characters in conflict with each other are complex and completely sympathetic

[greenearthpuppy]

new oneshot :-) i wrote this for @ar7or in exchange for their donation to the voices for the blade project!

i hope y’all enjoy!!

[theartoframona]

Alice Meets Pimplebottom

Recently I have acquired a book called ‘Children’s Writer’s Notebook’ and let me tell you, it is delightful. It’s full of interesting writing excersises to practice writing like certain children’s authors. I thought it might be fun to type mine out and post them here for you to see. 

Write a conversation between a new creature in Wonderland that Alice has just met. 

Alice, feeling particularly exhausted by this point, made for herself a little bed out of moss and leaves. Upon laying in it she instantly fell asleep. And oh! What a lovely sleep it was! Dreaming of buttercream pie and tarts, and a great many sweet things.

“I SAID AWAKEN CHILD!” A loud voice jolted her from her dream, and Alice scrambled to her feet. Arms at her sides, and chin raised.

“I am terribly sorry; my name is Alice.” And here she curtsied as steady and as low as she knew how. “I certainly did not mean to fall asleep in the presence of a … oh dear… what would you say you are?”

“What am I?!” Pimplebottom scoffed. “Why I am a baboon of course! And not just any baboon! Oh no! I am the greatest Detective of all time! Isn’t that right Lord Snips?” The crab on his shoulder replied with the usual ‘snip snip’ and Alice blinked twice.

“Oh dear. Why if I only had time to prepare, I-“

“Could have stashed away the Queen’s flamingo?!”

“Yes, precisely- well, wait, no, the Queen’s what?”

“Aha! It was you, then was it?! Trying to be clever by admitting it and throwing me off the track are you?!”

“No- Not at all, I-“

“And look Lord Snips! I see it there hidden beneath her dress!”

“My what?! Now see here Mr. Pimple’s Bottom-“

“Detective Pimplebottom to you.”

“I apologize, Detective Pimplebottom, but the only thing under my dress is me.”

“She’s a sneaky one, Lord Snips. However, I shan’t be fooled! This Alice as she calls herself, isn’t an Alice at all!”

“I’m not?”

“She’s the flamingo in disguise! Reveal yourself heathen!”

“Oh dear.” Said Alice, “I’ve really gone and got myself in to a pickle now, haven’t I?”

[sillekias]

reading old stuff you wrote and realizing “oh this was kinda good not the subpar slop i feared i was writing whew” is nice, actually

[sillekias]

5′5″

and there was no change

the world is balanced as all things should be

Funky concept - your height reversed is how tall you’d be as a cryptid/fantasy creature   ✌️

[wordcheesewithavaalise-blog]

When you're caught no caring. Lol

#funny #boredaf #life #sillywriter #wordcheese