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A Ghost, a Quill, and a Mockingbird

07.02.2020

↪ work in progress, draft one •  { 8/8 }

“Serus, I see you.”

“Bullshit!” Ghost spits, the nearly forgotten name a pointed stab in the chest, “Don’t lie to me, Solace, you never see me. You look at me, and straight through me as if I have faded before your eyes.”

“Serus, I see you.”

“You’ve not seen me before!” Quill reasons, hating how her voice trembles, how her legs weaken and rage fades, “Not once have you shown me even the slightest bit of true interest.”

“I have always seen you, dear Serus.”

Dear Serus.

Mockingbird chokes on her own fear of herself, on her own hopes and dreams, desires and emotion; it swallows her quickly as she makes one last effort to deny his words, “I am nothing; you said so yourself.”

“I never said anything of the kind.”

“You agreed with it.”

“Not at all.”

“You never- not- not aloud, no, but you thought it.”

Solace’s eyes sear into hers, burning his simple fire into her retinas, “Not once did I ever think less of you than I do of myself. Not once have I said that you do not matter, that I do not care. Not once did I ever mean to leave you, to abandon you to this place. I love you, Serus, and I would not say it to anyone else. I would prefer to bury myself than say it to anyone else.”

Serus feels small again as he draws her close, tucks her against him. Half of her wonders who could have casted such a charm on him for such events to occur; the other half knows it is none. She had felt his emotions; seen them, clear as the love and kindness Ros had shown her.

“You are the last of your kind, yes, but you are also the first. The first sliver of life on this world, of this culture, this continent. This bunker. Had you never stopped to wonder how you still live after all this time? Had you stopped counting the days, the weeks, the years?”

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A Ghost, a Quill, and a Mockingbird

06.18.2020

↪ work in progress •  { 6/? }

Quill returns to a place she’s been countless times. Deep within the planet, far beneath the bunker, she steps into a dimly lit tomb, the only sign of life the weak sunlight filtering in from what should be an impossible source. Quill has breathed with the space for so long, it is almost a comfort to her. A last memory of her people, her culture. She moves closer, clears a space among dusty and rotten offerings, placing one of her own. It is futile; she knows this. Yet she also knows belief is not fueled by ordinary laws nor ordinary realities.

The space must be cleaned before she begins her vigil, and Quill pours her rage into her actions, smoothing stone and etching away dirt. She has never been tender, nor is she now. Her care is ferocious and strong; it is a refusal to allow the past to fade. Sunlight wanes into moonbeams as Quill continues her once in a decade’s work, not once stopping to study the glittering bones of her arms as she passes through energy and aura, thrown up into a storm of dust and wind and force.

The room glows once she has finished. It breathes more steadily as plants pick themselves up from the ground, revive themselves, given life through Quill’s own work, her own sweat. Exhaustion is a comfort during this time, a reminder of a larger purpose than the simple spite that has kept her alive for so long. This tomb that she stands within, that she alone takes care of, is all she has left of her people.

It is not a tomb for them, as one might expect. It is a tomb for another, older presence. A once living planet, a celestial, left to turn cold and weary within the stone walls of a suffocated world. Quill runs gentle fingers along the worn inscriptions of an ancient sphere, tracing its patterns like clockwork. The energy within has dimmed since she has last visited. She has known it would happen, that the life would fade out of this place too, but she is much less than prepared for it to happen at this moment.

Limbs stiffen as she presses her palm harder against the rapidly cooling stone, heat escaping and draining through the ground, away from her. It takes all her strength not to break, as she presses her body against the one connection she is losing.

Did you create me?

Ghost whirls on the spot, a vengeful response, spite, on the tip of her tongue, only to choke on it as she meets the eyes of the one who had spoken. Their energy is familiar, yet they look nothing as the images depict. Another gaze bores into hers, insistent on being seen, and Mockingbird looks past the one in front of her to find Solace with an uncharacteristically shy and almost wistful expression on his face. The world falters, spins in front of her as her legs give out, the energy and emotion of the newcomer overwhelming her to tears, more so than even Solace ever had, and blurring her vision into fog and blank thoughts; Mockingbird just barely notices Solace’s arms around her and his look of concern before she gives in and allows herself to be swept away.

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a  G H O S T, a  Q U I L L, and a  M O C K I N G B I R D

↪ character intro (2/?) ⁄ Solace

“You are a Novic being, are you not?”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you a Novic being? You feel like Nova.”

“No, I am not Novic.”

“What are you?”

“I am my own being; she may call me her brother, but we are not in any way related. Our only similarity is that both of us existed before anything else of your minuscule worlds.”

- from the lumitic archives

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A Ghost, a Quill, and a Mockingbird

06.04.2020

↪ work in progress •  { 5/? }

Quill; Ghost; Mockingbird. It never seems to matter what he calls her. When he looks at her, it feels as if he barely sees her; barely knows a thing about her.

Out of three false names and a single truth, none matter to her anymore. Quill is nothing of importance; a small piece of woodchip in a machine, only delaying its progress rather than halting it altogether.

She knows it most when the vitians call out at their usual hour, a time that suggests the deepest night, when they scratch and thud at the doors and ceiling, begging, shrieking, wailing to be allowed entry.

She knows she is nothing. And so when a stranger spits in her face, Ghost spits right back, rolling the cardboard words on her tongue and coating them in merciless venom.

I am indeed nothing, and yet I will do as I please. Does that anger you? Frighten you, even? To know that I, a mere speck of nothing, stand in your way as if I am a mountain?

Words that burn heavily in her eyes, unforgiving, hostile and sharp. Her barriers are rigid, walls built with unmatched strength. They reveal nothing but her intentions, clearly understood.

She is a mouse in front of a lion. A mouse, with enough rage to send the king to the hills, unable to compete with the immovable force in front of it. Even if it takes her time, she is determined to keep her territory safe and protected.

When the stranger leaves, their words ringing out in the air, If Solace did not like you so much, you would be dead, so count yourself lucky, Mockingbird focuses on them with all her strength; focuses on her confusion, rather than a lingering echo of her lacking worth.

After all, if she is nothing, why would Solace care?

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Vitians

a.k.a “Zombies”

↪ Lore { 001/∞ } • Serus // Faunis

A highly intelligent faunis, though not enough to be classified as a mortalis.¹ These creatures take over and devour entire planets. They are considered unstoppable, however Ghost seems to be the only one that has ever stopped them. After killing, they devour their victims and often take on physical characteristics, evolving at an extremely quick pace. Luckily. they do not take on mental characteristics such as intelligence, strength, spirit, etc.

Unfortunately for them, Ghost is far too spiteful; she knows exactly what they want, (her death) and they’re not going to get it.

Vitians are ebony-skinned with a skeletal and lanky form. They are bipedal and typically stand at about 18-24 feet tall. Shadows cling to their skin, sometimes seeming to roll off in waves and evaporate.

Hooves create a heavy tread in soft ground and claw marks are often left behind from fingers half the length of a man. Thin webs of flesh, almost looking like exposed tendons, stretch beneath their chin and along their neck. Kudo style horns adorn their head, their v shaped mouths are lined with teeth, and blue eyes illuminate in the gloom and dark, allowing them to see quite clearly.

Mortalis¹: A term for a fantasy race. Ex: Differences in human skin tone (race) vs. Elves & Vampires (mortalis).

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hi, ren, how r ya?? for the creator ask: 3, 17, 31, and 37, pls?? (@enchanted-lightning-aes)

Hi Enchant! 

You’ve picked some good ones >:) Is it bad that my first thought for like three of them were the same person? 😂

“Send a number to find out which of their OCs the creator would most like to:”

3. Punch      I would really like to fucking punch a character of mine named Rune. He is an utter ass and does something extremely shitty to the main character of a WIP that I have yet to introduce! Be on the look out for that 👀

17. Watch a horror movie with      I’d love to watch a horror movie with two characters, but they’re siblings so surely that counts as one, right? Jk, of course. But it’s Rachelle and Olivia! Rachelle because she just gives off hella tough-girl vibes like:

And Olivia because she’s such a gentle bean n I love her so I think it would be hilarious to see her scream at a horror movie.

31. Throw into a pit      Kearney, next question?

I really fucking hate Kearney. He has zero redeeming qualities.

37. Throw in prison      Rachelle’s parents Liam and Emmeline Lucille. They’re bad people my guys. They have like zero morals and it shows all through the Changed trilogy. Er... most of it that is.

3, 31, and 37 were all originally Kearney because I really fucking hate him, but I figured that wouldn’t be fun 😂 If you have questions, feel free to ask ;)

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Haven't done one of these in a while 👀

Character and Creator ask game!

Send a number to find out which of their OCs the creator would most like to:

Kiss

Marry

Punch

Cuddle

Throw out a window

Dance with

Go clubbing with

Go on a long drive with

Work out with

Pull an all nighter with

Work with

Face time for an hour

Go surfing with

Learn a new sport with

Comfort from a trauma

Be comforted by

Watch a horror movie with

Go on a hike with

Play music with

Go to a concert with

Write a love letter to

Recieve a love letter from

Paint a picture with

Skydive with

Spar with

Go to the zoo with

Play Mario Kart with

Practice archery with

Teach a new skill (Bonus if you say which skill)

Chase with a stick

Throw into a pit

Throw into a pit filled with snakes

Hit on the head with a baseball bat

Jump scare

Poison

Put in the hospital

Throw in prision

Exile

Put on trial

Brawl with behind a Dennys at 2 AM

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05.21.2020

The first time his emotion sweeps over her, it engulfs her, swallows her whole; a riptide, a forest fire, a whirlwind of aboriginal force, a fervor not felt in millennia nor easily forgotten.

Mockingbird has felt nothing from him before; not a hint nor a whisper of his intentions, his thoughts, his feelings, toward her.  

Now it is as if she is grasping at the threads of a fraying rope, fingernails cracking and breaking as she scrambles to keep herself from washing away.

He is far from her- the other side of the planet, in fact- yet his vast presence engulfs her; she struggles alone in her own whirling tides, yet she is surrounded, suffocated, within a cloud of heightened energy.

A moment of calm in the storm and a single thought of how strange it is to be so exceedingly desperate for attention yet so terribly strangled once recognized. Then and only then does Mockingbird allow herself to be swept away; a leaf twisting, tumbling in the wind.

Her own rage struggles to match his. It fluctuates, rises, only to be beaten back and mangled, barely able to compete with such a force as his, yet too stubborn to renounce its place in her burning chest and rigid bones.

With a tightening of limbs and a fierce exhale of breath, she folds herself as small as she can; she cowers not only from her arrogant god, but from herself, afraid of her own fury, afraid of the damage she might cause, afraid that she will lose to the creatures that have chosen to make her planet home, and above all, that she will become a distant memory, forgotten within the gnarled mind of a merciless universe.

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 a   G H O S T,   a   Q U I L L, and  a  M O C K I N G B I R D

 ↪ character intro (1/?) ⁄  Ghost

She knows she is nothing. And so when a stranger spits in her face, Ghost spits right back, rolling the cardboard words on her tongue and coating them in spiteful venom.

I am indeed nothing, and yet I will do as I please. Does that anger you? Frighten you, even? To know that I, a mere speck of nothing, stand in your way as if I am a mountain?

- soon to be posted

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05.15.2020

Quill tucks herself around the corner, within earshot, yet just out of sight. Blood rushes in her ears as she wills for herself to calm, Malos’ words ringing in her ears, “You both got very defensive, so there must be something there.”

Solace’s voice softens, something that sends a quake of agitation through Quill despite its gentle tones; it is rare that he speaks in such a way, and she is fairly certain he has never spoken that way to her. An unpleasant twist in her stomach takes hold, only succeeding in confusing her more.

It is not as if Solace had ever shown an interest in her, so why is she jealous?

Solace’s voice breaks into her thoughts once more, at another point in their conversation than when Quill had last paid them attention, insisting he had not left her; left Quill alone. A jolt of sharp emotion runs through her chest at his insistence, something much sharper than she expects, and she rushes to push it down before the other two notice her. Yet a few moments later, Solace calms once more, allowing Malos to take his hand, and again, Ghosl is forced to bottle herself up, to ignore the voice screaming, Solace hates to be touched!

Next to her, the boy she had danced with, Kythis, speaks in a mere whisper, voicing surprise at Solace’s actions, that he seems not to be quite as cruel as he seems. Quill shushes Kythis, lightly pushing him away from her, refusing to admit that she’d forgotten he was even there.

It seems that Ghost’s shock only continues to increase as Malos presses a kiss to Solace’s hand and he doesn’t retreat from the contact. Stomach boiling, she hisses slightly, barely able to contain the venom creeping into her thoughts at the idea- no, at watching another flirting with what she considers to be hers.

“Your saf is flirting with my- I mean Solace!” Ghost quickly corrects herself, realizing she’s spoken aloud.

Luckily, Kythis doesn’t seem to notice. “My saf likes Solace, so… yeah.”

Ghost closes her eyes. Fighting herself is familiar, but it never makes it any more pleasant or easy. Ky gets up from beside her, intent on leaving, suggesting she stay and listen, but the nausea in her stomach only increases at the thought and she too stands. 

She leaves him there without a goodbye, continuing toward the nearest isolated room.

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Breathe~

I feel further and further apart From who I was only yesterday. With each inhale and exhale, I settle my unrest. Tomorrow is a new day.

-Renee Gracie

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Name change!

No your eyes don’t deceive you, I am 1) alive-ish and 2) have a new name! As this blog is primarily my writing blog, I found it fitting to change it to match my instagram! So here’s to a new name and more writing (eventually)! Reminder to all, I was renee-gracie. 

If you’re here for sims content, my blog @exploring-mercury is dead but may come back??? (Probably not but it exists.) And I’ll be creating a gaming/twitch specific blog for all my stream notifications and life stuff if I ever decide to do that. I’ll edit this post and add it here once it’s made. Other than that... I’ll be posting some developments in Wake Me sometime soon! Hope you all have been well! If you have tagged me in games or sent me asks, I will slowly be catching up on the most recents so be on the lookout for that.

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A Ghost, a Quill, and a Mockingbird

Genre: Dark Fantasy Type: Short Story Collection POV: Third Person Present Triggers: Alcohol Mention, Minor Violence, Cursing, Mental Illness Progress: Ongoing

Synopsis: Ghost has lived her entire life in an underground bunker on the planet Serus. The last of her kind after a swarm of vitians invaded and swarmed the surface, she spends her days in blissful spite where the vitians are unable to reach her. It’s not in any way peaceful, of course, to hear the screaming from outside the bunker, but as long as she has her music and drink to keep her company, she figures she’ll be able to live a nice, conflict free life. That is, until her simple day-to-day life becomes a bit more interesting; a little more chaotic. Her god has returned, and he’s not at all what she expected.

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05.07.2020

“Dance with me?”

“Not today, Ghost.”

“But… it is Asu. You always dance with me during Asu.”

Solace sighs, “You danced with Kythis, did you not? Surely that should suffice.”

Ghost fights the disappointment worming its way into her stomach as he leads Ros toward the door, on his way to his room, no doubt. She clenches and unclenches her fists in an uneven pattern, her tail whips around behind her, wild with a mind of its own as disappointment quickly ebbs into rage.

“He flirted with me, danced with me, and you didn’t even care! You still don’t care! You- you just watched! If I hadn’t stepped away, would you have even done anything?” Rage escapes into a desperate plea; one that goes unanswered as silence fills and envelops the room, Solace’s presence fading as if he had never even visited at all. A voice rasps dryly from her lips, one she hardly recognizes, begging for a response even now that he has left her once more.

“Why do you even visit me?”

A loud sound of breaking glass startles her and she flinches, curls her tail close to her side, turns to stare blankly at the bottle now lying shattered on the floor. She understands why Solace can trust Ros and not her. He had lived inside Ros’ head for years, understood Ros’ every thought and intention. Trust had never come easily to him, not without that kind of connection.

It doesn’t come easily to Ghost either. She is fully aware that it’s childish for her to be upset with him when he refuses to dance with her, especially when she rarely sends a good word or thought his way, nevermind appreciates his visits. She is fully aware that she’s just as selfish as he, if not more so, in her self-imposed prison of extravagance and locked doors. The shards glittering on the floor remind her of that.

Even if Solace had left her people to be slaughtered, even if he had vanished without a trace, she had no right to be angry with him when she had hardly been around. Her birth had come long after his supposed betrayal; she had never known what it was like to live with his presence, and her people had lived in fear and spite, refusing to understand. Ghost suspects they had never known the entire story. The raw pain in Solace’s eyes is clue enough that he’d never truly meant to leave them. To leave her.

Ghost breathes in slowly, reminds herself of her purpose, and steps over her fury to snatch the next bottle within reach.

Perhaps Solace would dance with her tomorrow.

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Jaimi’s Update

Hello Folks It’s been a while since I updated because the last few weeks have been really hard.

Grandma Helen died last month, ma got to attend her funeral at the end of January but that caused some issues within the household.

One of ma’s cats died, which was expected. One of my rescue cats, which was unexpected. So now working on coming up with the money to get them from the crematorium.

I’ve had a migraine on and off for the last week.

On Feb 12th my rear back tire went flying off the car. Ended up having a panic attack after fetching it, to go with the asthma attack I had and falling. My leg was bruised for several days, making walking fun. I just got it back, ended up being $600 to repair cause of all the things that went wrong when the tire went flying.

I used my Winston and what was left of the loan money to get it fixed. I still owe $250 on it, cause my mechanic is awesome and is letting me pay it in two bits.

The electric bill, Winston’s payment, and the loan money are all gone, so that’s more for me to stress about.

Both my accounts are in the negative, though I won’t have to pay a fee if I can come up with $100 between today and tomorrow.

Tomorrow is my court date for disability, and I am hoping beyond words it goes well. Of course, the last time I thought it had gone well and it really hadn’t, so.

I’m stressed. So stressed. Beyond words, it’s just been a bit too much lately. I’ve mostly not been online cause of it, only popping on sporadically.

Dire Need: $100 - get bank account outta the negative and avoid fees if done by 6 am EST 2/20.2020.

Negative numbers for second account: $40 - ASAP.

Winston’s payment: $160 by the 24th.

Loan bills: $450 ASAP.

Electric bill: $380 by 2/28/2020.

Lots of prayers, well wishes, or however else a peep is willing to ask for things to go right.

I’ll do a second update later with proofs of the account balances, for now, I need to lay down as my head is throbbing. Please help, even if only sharing, it does add up. Thank you for reading, Jaimi

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