"We name her Lyra... for some reason." This is clearly not something Adam's taking seriously—he sounds at least a little amused. "I don't know where the fuck that came from, but, like, it's a cute little name, right? Charlie'd be a cool big sister."
[ since we've both had stepdad conversations, this seems like a natural progression, @creationtainted ]
Send "We name him/her/them ____________." For your muse to tell mine about a dream they had about their future or potentially child.
"Lyra? Like a lyre? Naming our hypothetical daughter after a harp I see. I didn't realize things were getting that serious that I, let alone our future daughter, was already showing up in your dreams." He's teasing. Mostly. Especially since Adam made it way too easy sometimes.
"But it is cute, and Charlie would be an amazing big sister," he admitted. "I'll give you that much at lease. But isn't that why you have that egg of yours?"
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imagine loving someone so much you’ll leave to keep them out of danger, your heart hurts but it’s to keep the danger that follows you away from them, imagine being comforted thinking the ones you love are strong and healthy, they’ll be fine just like they always have been without you, your children are protected by the one you love, someone strong and dependable, imagine going to sleep comforted by this information… imagine being so distant from the ones you love to be so unaware of just how false your false sense of comfort regarding their wellbeing is, not knowing how close to the one you love, the one you see as strong and undefeatable, is to giving up, to let himself get lost forever, and just how much pain all those you love have endured and are haunted by
imagine leaving to protect someone you love, only to unknowingly risk losing them forever to a threat you could’ve never even imagine
i’m thinking a bit too hard about qmissa and just how unaware he is of the fastly declining mental health of his family, hiding in an attempt to keep his family safe while not knowing just how desperately he is needed by them :(
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nano day twelve
words today: 3224
words total: 26430
i forgot how hard it can be to balance a big cast of characters guys...its been just king and the collector for SO LONG and now its like awesome! heres like, five different people king meets. have fun!
jdfkgdfg im fine its just way different from the collector chapters which are mostly about being isolated and lonely and not really understanding why or how to talk about it.
also means yall get to really see some of the meat of ftf lol ive been not saying a whole lot about it to keep my secrets but. its like. all i wrote today. so!
my favorite part of what i wrote today:
“The human world?” Pie asks, his voice small.
Hesitantly, King nods.
“The human world is awful!” Edric wails, draping across Egg’s back with a hand pressed to his forehead. Egg canters under his weight and Edric’s feet drag on the floor “She’ll be eaten alive out there!”
“How do you know anything about the human world?” King asks, scrunching up his muzzle.
“Because she complained about it to us!” Edric waves his other hand wildly. “All the stuff Luz and Mari told her! And now my baby sister is stuck there!”
“Calm down,” Emira says, though her voice is higher-pitched than it was moments before. “She’s—Amity and Alma are smart, they’re—”
“No they aren’t!” Edric cries, flipping over to grab at his sister, “they’re a baby! They’re so baby!” He shakes Emira and nearly falls off his palisman in the process, Egg’s legs giving out from underneath her as the two pairs tumble onto the floor, Pie flapping frantically above them. “Our sister is dead!”
“Edric!” Pie snaps. ���Shut up!”
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Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 12: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression
(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)
Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should rest for the night in an abandoned barn ...
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Somewhat nervous about being out in the woods alone at night, he decides to try finding a more hidden sleeping spot, further off from the path. Though with his injuries, and his exhaustion, he knows he shouldn't walk too far. He tells himself that he'll just adventure a little, only an hour or so, and if he can't find anything better by then, he'll just give up and set a tent in some bushes somewhere......
After 30 minutes, he finally stumbles across an old barn. He can't see it very well with just a trickle of moonlight and the dull glow of his flickering lantern, but it seems to have not been used for many years. Structurally sound enough (at least he hopes), yet shrouded in moss and blankets of various overgrowth..
It takes a few moments to pluck away all of the ivy blocking his path, but he soon closes the rickety doors behind him to focus on the interior. There's no space to light a fire or set up a real tent, and he'll have to block a few holes in the walls so wild animals don't sneak in, but, there are a few surprisingly clear looking sections scattered amongst all the musty hay bales and cobwebs. He chooses a "cozy" spot in the corner, hidden behind a few dusty crates. Though he tosses about uncomfortably in his bedding for quite a while, he's eventually able to fall into a peaceful sleep.….....
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Suddenly, he's startled awake by rustling, catching a dark blurred movement in front of him. He's smart enough to always sleep wearing his backpack over his chest so nobody could just grab it without him noticing, but it seems for the first time in all his travels... someone is actually trying to. Still half asleep, he clings to the bag and yelps, pushing and tumbling away into a moldy wooden barrel after an initial struggle. He pulls himself up to face the hooded figure now looming above him, entirely obscured aside from their vague cloak-ish shape outlined by the faint moonlight behind them..
The Adventurer calls out in a shaky attempt at an aggressive tone, "Wh-wh.. whAT are YOU DOIng? WHo-whu..UHHH??? aahhhG"
"Give me the bag." The hooded figure speaks in a smooth, stern, yet calm voice, slowly taking a step forwards. The cat scrambles to The Adventurer's side, hissing and giving a low growl..
"w-WELL , uh,, sORRY , n-NO , I would rrrather not DO THAT, I h-- I uh-- I don't have even anythi- I don't even have ANYTHING, I mea- wh-wh HWaAt d-do I look RICH to you?? EUggh-" he gulps loudly, holding back nervous vomit, "B-BACK OFF!! you-.. f- uh.. THIEF!!!!!"
The hooded figure pauses for a moment, as if re-strategizing how to approach the situation. "Look, kid, I don't want to hurt you. But I need you to give me that egg."
"WHWh-what egg? I-I don.. DON'T have an EGG, I'm uh…aCTUALLY a-allergic to eggs, s-sso-"
"The egg that's in a wooden box. In your bag. Don't waste your time bullshitting me.. Come on, let's make this quick." The hooded figure extends their arm, motioning to be handed the egg.
Still desperately fighting not to throw up everywhere, The Adventurer simply sits on the floor, staring up at the hooded figure blankly as he tries to think.. Is he seriously being robbed for the first time? Is that like, a cool milestone, or a bad one? He's read about it in adventuring books before but... the reality feels so much different.. How can he get out of this? Strategies scatter through his mind, but he's too shaken to find any clear answers.. What should he do?
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Additional Information
the adventurer's current main quest: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has
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