seafloor509

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hi

guys im finally done hibernating what did i miss please tell me i haven’t missed anything please

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me: *holding a freshly printed piece of paper that had a typo on it, standing over my Shmbkjgnblapulous Shredder of Absolute Fucking Doom* paper: no… you can’t do this me: *crying* it’s for the greater good, you need to understand paper: no. it’s for YOUR greater good. YOU are the one with the agenda. YOU created me with my imperfectly imperfect imperfections, and YOU have to deal with me. me: *voice cracking, tears streaming down my face* but you can’t be imperfect! paper: *screaming now* that doesn’t give you the right to just- toss me out like a hot potato! just because i’m defective doesn’t mean i’m stripped of my GODDAMN RIGHT TO EXIST- me: *pauses* you’re a fucking eighth grade essay. paper: *pauses too* oh u right, mb me: *tosses the paper into the Shmbkjgnblapulous Shredder of Absolute Fucking Doom like a hot potato* paper: NOOOOOOOOO- *the scream dies away, as the Shmbkjgnb… (you get the idea)

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Intro Post

dear scumblrs,

I see you’ve tumbled into my little cottage, so welcome! by all means, make yourself comfortable, and stay as long as you like. I don’t imagine you’ll be intrigued enough to spend the night, but while you are here, do feel free to check out some of my works.

oh, right, I haven’t introduced myself yet. apologies…

I’m seafloor! I am ann average cis straight male, I live in the united states, and I am not telling you my age because I am SMART but I am still in school. (also I am on ao3 so that should tell you something)

I love expressing myself in all kinds of ways, but writing is one of my main ones, some others being art and music.

if you want to ask me a question, by all means FEEL FREE. I will gladly accept any questions/infodumps (please no gore but otherwise ok [for more info click here]).

most stuff you find here will be stuff I dreamed, partly because my brain comes up with so many cool imaginative ideas when I’m half asleep.

taglist so far:

vesanal

write-with-will

the-ellia-west

if you want to be on this, tell me and I will happily oblige :D

I think that’s all I can say.. hope you have a splendid day!

sincerely,

seafloor

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untitled #02, ch. 1 (wip) - s.7

— TRANSMISSION START —

“This is day… uh, 509?”

The screen crackled to life, and the focus settled on one man: a brown-haired young man, athletic of build, with a defined jawline and deep brown eyes. He was calm and collected, showing no sign of his inner emotion.

The morning was bright, and the man was drowsy, as if he hadn’t slept at all. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, then spoke again.

“This is Clan Delta, day 509. Didn’t get any sleep last night, as usual. Clan Kappa is still close by, and I don’t want to risk going out and getting food out of fear of running into them, so…”

“Someday soon, Vasu, we’re gonna have to,” a voice from off-camera said. “We are running low.”

The man on-screen, Vasu, turned around to face the voice. “Well, that’s something we’ll face when we have to. As it is, we have enough food for a couple more days, and Clan Kappa is pretty strong,” he reasoned.

He turned back to face the screen. “So, we’ve established that. Anything else y’all want to say, or can I turn this thing off and attack the day?”

A murmur of consensus.

“Alright, then.” Vasu reached toward the transmission device, flipped a switch, and the screen went black.

— TRANSMISSION END —

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Vasu waited until the camera was completely shut down, then calmly headed toward the door of the shed and shut it. He then went around to each window and boarded it off.

Once the shed was completely sealed off, and not a soul could get in, Vasu quite frantically whirled around to face the entirety of Clan Delta. His calm attitude had completely vanished.

“Now that we’ve given the Sovereignty the crap they want, let’s get cracking. Mike, do you have the real location of Clan Kappa? And not that bullshit about where they ‘publicly say they are’,” Vasu asked, quite agitatedly.

In the corner of the shed, a young man with dreadlocks said, “They’re about 20 kilometers to our east.” He was hunched over a laptop, typing furiously.

“Great,” Vasu said, satisfied. “And Francisco, you have the gear, right?” A man sitting by the door affirmed, “All of it. The weaponry, the camoflauge uniforms… I have all of it.”

“Even better,” Vasu exclaimed. “And you know what the plan is, yes?”

“We attack from a distance. No kills, but an injury is okay. Just let them know they aren’t the only lions in the forest,” the rest of the clan said back to him.

“Excellent.” Vasu was pleased things were going well. “Remember, small victories for now. If a big opportunity presents itself, we take it. But for now…”

“Small victories,” the clan finished.

And with that, they packed up and headed out, ready to accomplish their mission.

What they didn’t know was that a big opportunity was close to presenting itself. Very close, in fact.

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By the time the clan caught sight of Clan Kappa, noon had struck. Therefore, Delta wanted to speed up their expedition so they could have time to hunker down and plan.

They all crept further through the woods, to the point where they could make out the facial features of the individual people in Clan Kappa.

“Ready?” a soft voice whispered.

“Always,” came the reply, equally soft.

Vasu glanced at the lead man, and a gaze of a few seconds was held. Through that gaze passed a lifetime of brotherly emotion and overall sorrow at their situation.

Clan Delta had been together for a long time, and each of its members came to develop strong bonds between each other. In a nation where the government collapsed on its citizens, and the whole country morphed into a madhouse of military power and rivaling factions, the brotherhood and love between Clan Delta was never lost, never compromised. Even in their situation, the power of relationships still remained.

The lead gunman nodded, breaking their eye contact to do his duty. He raised his gun, steadied it on his shoulder and knee, leaned down and put his eye to the scope, and without a moment of shakiness, fired.

The next moment seemed to infinitely slow down. Even though it happened in a split second, every single member of Clan Delta watched on. Each of their eyes seemed to follow the bullet as it exited the barrel and shot forward, soaring straight toward its target. It barely grazed its mark, and yet every single person knew that was the intention. No kills, but an injury is okay.

From the distance came a shout of pain, followed by the sounds of frantic running. No one had been killed, but Delta’s point had been made. Everyone in the clan breathed a sigh of relief, and they made their way for home.

However, a strange sight awaited them.

Their shed looked like it had been broken into. The doors were wide open, and the window was smashed through. All of their spare weaponry had been raided and taken, and the spare gear was also stolen.

On top of that, whoever broke into the shed left a note on the table.

It read:

“Clan Delta,

We know everything you’re doing. Those lies on your daily log, that little stunt with Kappa…

You have NO IDEA what we can do to you.

Just watch yourself.”

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and thus ends chapter one! hopefully you liked it; it is a work in progress, so I will be coming back and editing it, but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE give me feedback and tips. hflsjdknjflnjvfdkjsldfv I am in dire need ;-;

chapter two coming soon!!

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untitled #01 - s.4

By now, daylight has faded. The sun has nearly given up his reign over the sky, and in the next hours, his sister, the moon, will rise and set her watchful gaze on the snow-covered, sloping peaks & valleys of the earth. But in this moment, this brief, brief moment, neither of them is to be seen, and the earth is left ungoverned.

Therefore, it is only a flashlight with which Altair can inspect the torn guardrail overlooking the steep slope.

A blanket of snow has been draped over the snow, and as a result, the movements of people and animals were not so easily concealed. Every step, no matter how carefully it was taken, left a track behind for the world to see. That included tire tracks, too. The stretch of highway (and all the rest of the highway, for that matter) had been driven over time and time again. And yet, there was one pair of tire tracks that stood out from the rest. They veered off the course of the road - right into the torn portion of the guardrail.

He followed the tire tracks out of mere interest to find their end. Once they had left the rail, they skidded down the slope, right up until the driver of the car seemed to get their vehicle back under control. From there, the tracks continued straight, until they made a sharp, desperate turn upward, hoping to reconnect with the road. Here, Altair observed sprays of mud, as if the car were struggling to gain traction.

Then the tracks twisted around, and in the moment of stalling, because the car could not choose a direction, gravity chose for it.

Oh no.

At this point, Altair was sprinting full-tilt down the hill. His curiosity had grown from a light musing to a burning passion. He frantically followed the tire tracks, and in his haste, it took him a while to notice that whatever he was following had disappeared. He walked back up the slope, the adrenaline rush having completely left him and a state of utter confusion setting in. He walked for a long while until it occurred to him that something was wrong. He looked up…

… and his gaze caught the unmistakable glint of a highway guardrail, one which had been forcibly torn apart.

However, when his gaze fell to his feet, he could no longer discern any trace of anything - except his own footsteps.