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lili-lives-whump presents:
Dumb and Dumber
Villain ran a hand over their face, pressing their palms into their eyes. It felt cool against their inflamed face.
They swept their hair out of their eyes with a huff. Next to them, Scientist pushed their glasses further up their nose.
“You Need a break,” they squawked, eyes narrowing. “When was the last time you slept?”
Villain shrugged.
“You could carry groceries with those eyebags.”
“I get it, Scientist,” Villain snapped, turning around again. They went to point at the whiteboard when a wave of nausea suddenly rushed over them.
“Villain?” Medic said softly, standing up slowly.
“I’m fine,” they muttered, breathing deeply. Their stomach coiled into a tight knot and they blinked slowly. The light hurt their eyes.
“What were you saying?”
“The resistance,” Medic said, “Lab Tech needs more electrical power, and I was thinking we could take some from the recreational budget, so we need you to sign this-“
“And, Hero hasn’t responded to their emails so you should probably send someone down there.”
“Don’t forget the ragtag rebels need to be fed and checked for that plague going around-“
“Supervillain isn’t on vacation, so you have to check on their empire and parrot.”
Right hand looked up from the notes they were studying. They opened their mouth to say something, then closed it as they saw the look of horror overcome Villain.
“Hey,” they said softly, “what’s wrong?”
The lights above them began to flicker suddenly, and Medic groaned. “Lab Tech! Villain, they’re taking power from the meeting rooms. Sign this already, and you can work on diverting the power.”
Right Hands brow creased with worry. “Villain?”
As the lights flickered back on, Villain felt stiff, and their eyelids were droopy as they reached for the pen Medic was holding out. Their cheeks were hot with embarrassment and fever.
Their hands shook, and without warning, Villain collapsed at the table.
As their senses faded, Villain heard Medic say: “damn Villain, you’re really getting dumb and dumber.”
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SHOUT OUT TO THIS MOFO
@red-write-hand
you…… You……. You made my day. You did something to my happiness. You made it better than usual. What is your specialty. Man dude J DONT KNOW WHAT YOI GO BY RIGHT NOW!!!! But just to let you know. Your loved approached. GOD I CANT SPELL!! Appreciated!!! Cared about. IMMA MAKE THIS GO BIRAL!!!
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how much do you think "her thoughts were musical, not painful like everyone else's" is related to Laudna's personality and general bright outlook on life and how much is it because she is not completely alive?
Because Imogen's powers can be fun and cute sometimes but the purple hair might lead us to forget the fucked up little sorcerer she actually is. Her connection to Ruidus is not outwardly violent yet, but there's clearly something rancid and malefic about the forces that she's tied to from birth. Imogen's openness towards this undead person is what led them to become friends and Imogen to find out how lovely this forest witch is. This affinity - or at least absence of fear - has got to be because the living people around Imogen were never exactly her crowd, beyond the surfice level conflicts that come with reading people's thoughts. "So this is what being alive is really like on the inside of people's heads? No, thank you. I'd like to not participate in whatever they have going on". And then to meet someone who is different, someone who makes complete sense on her own, in the woods, lonely waltzing around to the violin sounds in her head? That is something Imogen could be around for.
And more than that, someone on the other side of life, who's been magically resisting the Todestrieb - death drive - that Imogen has been struggling with since the red storm, and frankly since being around people became a problem. This force of destruction and decay stops at Laudna's feet and never takes her over, both physically and spiritually. The girl works to rebuild sheds in the woods, she fixes what's broken, rotten, done with. Of course this would be comfortable company for Imogen, who's felt broken most of her life.
I don't know how to end this meta, so
TLDR: Imogen's unconscious drive towards death led her right to Laudna
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I read somewhere once that the whole point of taking time between writing and editing is to essentially reset your brain. You want enough time, enough space that your brain looks at your work as something new, even if it’s not, thus making you more likely to spot errors and ways you can improve a text.
WELL SILVER-FUCKING-LINING. The past 36 hours have completely wiped my memory of what I wrote in that chapter and I’m now staring at it feeling like it is completely new, like I am a new person, I have performed the memory equivalent of shoving so much new stuff into my brain box that the memory of the chapter squished out the bottom and now I’m like ‘oh I see now’. Was it one of you? Did one of you do this?
Well played.
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