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Update on [System Spark], I have breached 6000+ words and I'm almost done at last. Just a few more scenes/editing and it should be done sometime soon-ish.

Don;t trust me though bc I could take another fuckin month

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Good news, I've reinstalled Google Doc on my phone so now I can write while away from my laptop.

This is to say I immediately started a new wip and I need it taken away from me until I finish the main ones

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Glad to see the Darkest Dungeon ain't dead yet and on top of that seem to still be equally unhealthy about Dismas

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-shoves face into the mic- Dismas bites and fucks like it's his last day on earth. This dog may be old but he's got plenty of tricks to show- -gets tackled off the stage-

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Raziel isn't bothered by mortal injury much since its just part of the whole vampire schtick he's lived with for millennia. Getting really badly hurt and spending all of 2 minutes worried about it gets old fast.

But I 100% believe that once he was remade into a ghoul he had a serious moment of horror and discomfort for longer than he's ever experienced. In the spirit realm he was fine-his body wasn;t quite physical so it didn't have any kind of nerves to worry about. Worse yet, it was close to how he normally felt as a vampire so he didn't notice any difference outside of cosmetic (which he still didn't like).

Then he was in the living world and everything felt wrong.

A brief searing chill where cold shouldn't reach. A brutal reminder that something was missing-something so important that should be back right now and he shouldn't be lingering in this feeling of wrongness and where was the rest of him?

But he didn't linger on it. Couldn't. Even though his body was defiantly screaming at a numbness and lacking so loudly he shoved the thoughts far into the back of his mind. It was too much to worry about-not enough time to.

He would, however, worry about it repeatedly as despite his body lacking the cover of skin it meant every strike, every drop, every crack into the ground was more intense than need be. In it a seething distaste for any contact at all would boil over into a loathing for himself, for what he was.

Everything was keen on reminding him. He hated it.

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Actually wait I should upload System Spark on Ao3 but I forgot how to include art on the chapter

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I should be working on any of my writing projects yet here I am spending 9+ hours on fucking Darkest Dungeon because I need to see my babygirl or I will explode

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May I ask an inquiry? I have been hooked upon your android submas fanfic and was merely wondering if there are any plans to finish it or have you lost interest and moved on to something else? Ty ily have a good time of day where ever you are! <3

Nope! I'm not stopping with it, just very slow at writing. I'm currently working through the second chapter and it should be up -checks notes- someday.

Just be patient, as I'm a known slow writer and perfectionist.

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idk if u take requests but could u do a similar LOK post the one you did for raziel and his face, but instead do one for kain?

You one of those who doesn't read the pinned post bc it's not summed up enough aren't you

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Hmm hmm hmm thinking again

You can't kiss Raziel. It's unfortunate, his lack of a mouth (at least most of it-) makes it really difficult to do much of anything with him like that. On top of it, kissing isn't really something he or other vampires do. He knows it is a human thing but for vampires? Sharp teeth are another unfortunate existence of his-you're more likely to skewer your tongue. Not a big deal to another vampire, but definitely humiliating, getting your tongue stuck in someone;s mouth like an idiot.

Instead he lays his head onto your shoulder. He'll do his best to cuddle up to you, nuzzling his face against your neck. The sharpness of his body will interfere one way or another but he will do what he can to avoid poking you with his unfortunate state. If you're lucky you'll have him for a while, maybe an hour or more while he's in between running around or needing a break from getting stabbed.

If you're close, he'll go through the effort of revealing his face to you. He hates this part of him, his fractured countenance disgusts him from what it represents. The destruction of his life, his people, his home-and the fratricide he's forced to become. He hates it, loathes it with his entire being. And normally he'd refuse to show it at all.

But he trusts you. He cares for you. You deserve to know-if at least, to know what he really is.

Those teeth curl over your shoulder delicately. The hollow of his throat is cold, seeping green mist with his undead breath as he brushes his nose against your neck. Sharp claws scratch up your sides carefully, half dried muscle devoid of skin rasping around your waist.

He can't hold you tightly. He can barely hold you close-the emptiness of his gut makes it quite uncomfortable for you, not including the half exposed ribcage ready to puncture yours. His hair is both dry and somewhat greasy at the same time. The stench of ozone and something old and long ago dead lingers like a plague.

But he is gentle. Soft where his body is not.

He'll hold you for as long as he is able. There isn;t much time for pleasantries like this-there's much to be done. But for now he;ll stay here and wonder if you'd prefer him whole as a vampire, or are you content with how he is now.

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WHY YOU SHOULD WRITE HORRIBLY:

1. You’ll never write anything if you don’t

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Fushiguro Toji

Jujutsu kaisen S2E01

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If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

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Emmet has, on more than one occasion, accidentally watered the office plant while a Joltik was sleeping on it. Every time he feels both stupid and a bit sympathetic for the little guy-they're his responsibility and here he is, watering them. How could he.

Ingo walks into the office and takes his coat off to put it on the rack only to look over at his hatless twin working on the computer with said hat holding a sodden chicken nugget of a Joltik next to it staring up at him miserably.

Every time he sighs and pulls out a notepad to make another mark. It is one of many, and already halfway used.