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hi hello IM MOVING TO A NEW BLOG !!!

this one is linked to my personal one, and i really wanted a blog that was JUST for writing so...

@teethofdeadgods

go follow me over there if you want :'))

(also, i'm probably going to be deleting this sideblog so i'll reupload "The Property" over there eventually... thank god i haven't posted anything else lmao)

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hi hello IM MOVING TO A NEW BLOG !!!

this one is linked to my personal one, and i really wanted a blog that was JUST for writing so...

@teethofdeadgods

go follow me over there if you want :'))

(also, i'm probably going to be deleting this sideblog so i'll reupload "The Property" over there eventually... thank god i haven't posted anything else lmao)

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i know there's some overlap between the sleep token fandom and the bg3 fandom... how would you guys feel about hcs for what race and class(es) each ST member would be if they were bg3 tavs?? (or i guess d&d characters in general, but i did only use the races/classes you can choose as a tav in bg3)

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ill probably drop some hcs whenever i get the chance cause those are sm less stressful for me, just don't know what of... time will tell i guess

it's been almost 2 months since ive posted WHOOPS

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it's been almost 2 months since ive posted WHOOPS

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The Property - SoulStar

“I just- I know there’s a way out. There has to be. I just have to find it. We have to find it.” Star paces back and forth, the old, wooden floorboards creaking beneath his agitated feet. He looks up at Soul, who is lounging on the dusty, plastic-covered couch, hardly listening. This isn’t the first time he’s heard this, and he’s sure it won’t be the last. Star just never seems to quit. “We can be free from this place, Soul. Don’t you want that?”

They don’t belong here, in this place that they’ve dubbed “The Property.” Creative, huh? Okay, so maybe he and Soul aren’t great at names. The point is, this isn’t where either of them is supposed to be. Neither of them remembers how they got here, only the before and after. Soul had been in Heaven, doing whatever idiotic angel duties he’d been assigned; he never spoke about it and Star never bothered to ask. Star, on the other hand, remembers running. Running away from one of those… things. He’s not sure what they are - humanoid in figure, but giant and pure silver. Running and silver and… a ladder. And then it goes black.

They had both woken up inside the loft. Star in the attic, where an old TV sits, unplugged, atop a worn-down dresser; Soul in the basement, which was cold, damp, and pretty much everything you expect a basement to be - save for the sigil on the floor and… blood stains? He had booked it up the stairs, slamming the door open with a loud bang right as Star descended the ladder coming from the attic. Star had taken one look at Soul, hand clasped over his mouth and eyes wide like he’d seen a ghost, and knew immediately that he was an angel. Angels don’t like straying too far from Heaven. He’d seen that horrified look too many times to count, and over the most minuscule of things. Weak creatures, he thinks.

They don’t remember how long it’s been since they’ve gotten here. The incessant chirping of frogs (mostly) unseen plus the perpetual void that they call the sky do nothing to help them keep track. It’s like time doesn’t exist here, and yet they can feel the weight of days, months, maybe even years past pushing down on their shoulders. Star hates how confined The Property is. Soul hates that Star hates The Property.

Star wants to know what’s beyond that highway sign, who else he can meet, where else he can explore. The demon never did like being placed in a box. He’s been around the perimeter of The Property at least a hundred times, day in and day out, - not that there are any days here - looking for an exit. Every time he thinks he finds one, the men with the gas masks come. He doesn’t know what happens then, just that his vision goes foggy and suddenly he’s back in the loft.

For Soul, the loft is a safe haven; a place where he can do whatever he pleases with little repercussion. It’s a drastic change from the strict, surveilled environment in Heaven. He doesn’t have to feel ashamed or wrong here, and that’s so very foreign to him. He’ll gladly stay here forever, hidden from prying, judgemental eyes. He’s still terrified that someway, somehow, his God may be watching, scrutinizing, - the thought makes his heart race and his chest hurt - but something about the loft makes it so much more bearable. Living in his own little bubble brings a certain comfort he’s never been allowed to feel before. Which is why he doesn't want to leave; even if deep down, he knows he really does.

“Don’t you want to be free?” Star asks. His voice breaks, a small crack in his apathetic walls that he’s tried so hard to build. They both know the words he’s left unspoken. Don’t you want to be free with me?

Soul doesn’t look up from the magazine he’s reading. His chest tightens, heart shattering, but he refuses to let Star see his pain. He sets his jaw, putting on a brave face. Impassively, he replies: “I already am.”

an - this took me so long to edit cause i had zero motivation but I FINALLY DID IT and im kinda proud of how it came out. this is just a little backstory tbh, and mostly just headcanon. i have more headcanons so maybe ill post those separately!! who knows. anyway enjoy :3

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i have a soulstar thing written (still need to revise) but tbh there isn't much of a plot,,, it's mostly just how i think things went when they ended up at the property. would anyone wanna read something like that LMAO

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Intro Post !!

hi. you can call me louden or roach.

xe it they he - 20 y/o - masc agender

im a writer! (well, trying to be...). this account is for all that, if ever i actually write.

fandoms you'll maybe see me write for: resident evil, bg3, cod:mw, waterparks

i make OCs, i do AUs, most of my writing is in the form of headcanons (but im trying to get better at being able to do drabbles/longer works)

you can absolutely ask me if i have headcanons or tell me yours!! same with asking/telling about OCs/AUs!! i literally love talking to people about my interests

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post updated: 01/14/25