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Misss you and hope you're feeling better! <3

//hi anon! I really miss being here, and while I do feel better, I'm unsure as to when I'll be coming back here to write. My overall creative burnout is definitely much less worse than it was, but muse for Actor hasn't been present.

I've mostly been working on OCs in the background, so a comeback of mine may be in the form of those. If I do, I'll probably make a post here about it! Or, if Actor (or even Weaver) decides he's crawling out of whatever void he's disappeared into, he might be a little shit & announce his return.

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The unintentional hiatus thanks to massive burnout is still very much a thing, and I do not know when I will come back, but... Weaver in h//erof//orge. As a treat.

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okay so Mark & Weaver are hiding somewhere atm, and I am... tempted to start up my self-insert since they are my version of Y/N- and I have constant thoughts about character!Para. idk. thoughts?

I may also just rework my Captain's blog for that, if I go ahead w/it.

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"Just so you know, I AM aware when people have lovely little thoughts about me. I'm also aware of how often I seem to worm my way into people's brains in the first place, and it is DELICIOUS."

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CATBOY MAID WEAVER.

no you don't get ANY context

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the big bird breaking the door down gif but it's Storyweaver breaking the door down as this writhing mass of eyes, teeth & tentacles.

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Weaver really does just see people and go "ooh, free friend-snack"

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First off, I’m not little. Second off, am I interrupting something?

"Everyone is little when I'm around, I'm afraid." It's hard to tell just how massive Weaver actually is in his current form; it looks like he tails off into the distance and just KEEPS GOING. Even his height is hard to discern.

"And no, you aren't. I can always have my fun little chat with Mark later. He isn't going anywhere anyways, especially while you're here." Many mouths grin widely.

"It's fine! I'm fine, don't worry about it." Ever the smooth liar, Mark.

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Bitch (no I will not specify which one of them this is directed at.)

FINALLY, Weaver is bearing down on his true, original counterpart in all of his extremely large, toothy, many-eyed and extremely tentacled glory. Though, disturbingly, while it is surrounded by many teeth and tentacles, his human head (or human disguise head) is pressed dangerously close to Mark's own face. Mark himself is panicking deeply, like a cornered animal with an endlessly-hungry eldritch horror with his own face bearing down on him.

The two snap to look at Alex, Storyweaver with amusement, Mark with relief and confusion.

"Ah, and there's your little saviour," Weaver purrs. His tentacles are writhing all over the place, but he doesn't move away from Mark, who tries to back up a little.

"Alex! Good to see you! I missed you!" He sounds extremely panicked.

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OOC: I shared this with Wren but you know what, it's too much of a gem to keep hidden away.

( @rabbitholewritten , @starringroleasthehero , @stageplayhero )

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having to reinsert tags because i haven't used some of 'em in a while

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"Kissing another me? Sounds FUN."

"First off: you'd CONSUME him, not kiss him. Secondly: you're not the one being talked about here, I AM. Thirdly: I wouldn't kiss another me!"

Storyweaver just deeply grumbles "Coward." from perhaps far too many mouths.

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Mark is back, and Rue is watching. Their problem-senses have gone off. Don't test them, Mark. Or do test them, if you want to deal with another axe. // @rabbitholewritten

Mark can FEEL the eyes upon him, it puts a DEEP sense of dread and unease within him... And he swears down that the room he's in, is suddenly cold. Odd. But he's not sure why he can feel eyes upon him. He's not sure where that sense of dread is coming from. He's just standing there, in a comfy tee and joggers, minding his business with a cup of coffee like he's in some form of idle animation, almost frozen in place.

At least somewhere, deep down, he knows that he's being kept an eye on. He's just not sure what's going on right now. It's alright, he'll settle down in about five minutes before going about with his day as he had planned.

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my two favourite things are

trying my hardest to not enable Storyweaver

watching people torment Mark

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I think about main verse Actor & Weaver being in the same room at the same time a normal amount (lie)

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A paper airplane is tossed in. Truthfully, Wilford is just curious to see what will happen. It looks completely ordinary except for the thin layer of glitter on top. Hello there! (rosetintedgunman)

Our regular (questionably) beloved Actor is working on what seems to be a new script when the paper airplane lands right on his desk, on top of the keyboard in front of him. Mark frowns, but smiles out of amusement. While he is interrupted, the glitter on top seems to hold his amusement in place as he looks around for any sign of people, any point of entry. And then he squints playfully. There's only one person who would throw such a thing in, and he leans back in his chair, calling out to seemingly no-one in particular:

"Wilford, you sneaky son-of-a-bitch, where are you?" His voice is laced with utter playfulness, however.

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re: main: Storyweaver. the answer was I IMMEDIATELY thought of Storyweaver.