Now it’s three in the morning
And I’m trying to change your mind
Left you multiple missed calls
And to my message you replied:

“I can only dream, Marie.” Marsha’s huff is self-loathing. Marianne squeezes her comfortingly. “I hate for you to see me like this every night, but— you know. You know this won’t change.”

Marianne hugs her a little tighter. Marsha squeezes her back.

random wingfic idea for midnight whistle:

corvus - vulture

rubuska - fruit bat (her wings are a red herring as a vampire bat), also a reference to her cn name translating into raspberry)

aima - vampire ground finch (known for feeding on larger birds [ie. corvus]) or shrike (for little birds they’re surprisingly brutal)

semmelweis - no idea. i think making her a bat is boring with the whole ‘still not a vampire’ thing at this time but at the same time her actual udimo is. a leopard so.

pyrrhos - was this not obvious enough. vampire bat

verity - dulit frogmouth (wings look like dead leaves. and her name is 'dead wood’ in cn)

“Ah, so they’re hopeless.”

They looked at the pair, off into their own world. Sentinel said something about measurements and a parade dress, to which Marsha lights up, and the two stalk away to some unknown side of the suitcase.

“They make me gag.”

“I think they’re very sweet. Miss Sentinel has never looked at someone like that, has she?”

“I should have left like Medicine Pocket earlier on.” Semmelweis watches the two leave, shaking her head. “Goodbye. I’m going back to my room to wash my tongue. Tell me if Vertin needs a bloodtithe team again.”

does anyone want sentimarsha food i made some

Seals were not a very common sight in Rayashki’s shores. Industrialization drove most away to the further places, and it was rare for any of the townspeople to ever see one.

And it was even rarer to encounter a white one.

Befriending it was easy, though.

me writing odysseus and eve parallels to urd reverse1999 and writing vertin as both telemachus and eve’s child? more likely than you think!

this could be a tootz fic if anyone was brave enough to write it

wanted to write urdcana divorce in the context of a corporate au, ended up doing sophia and vague 37phi situationship instead. and giving 210 food poisoning. aperion suicide lunch is recontextualized here to a bacchanalia that went to shit (mass food poisoning event)

“Don’t you think that woman looks suspiciously like Arcana?” Her cadet Alan says.

“What do you mean, Balatro?” Black Ibis inquires, as Anacra takes the suspiciously long, spiky, black fishing float off her bucket hat. An unknown black substance drops from the item, but Anacra flicks it off, sitting back in her suspiciously skeletal-shaped foldable chair to tie it to her fishing line. “Do you seriously suggest she’s Manus Vindictae’s leader? What would she be even doing in a creek fishing for bluegill in the middle of connecticut?”

Cadet Benzene looks away, not finding an answer to that. “But still, ma’am…” He trails off.

“Ah, ah,” She tuts. “None of that, Benadryl.” She reaches to the small plastic crate beside her, sliding it loudly to his direction. “Go get us some beer, will you? I’ll pay you later.”

“Thou art too kind, Lady Black Ibis.” Anacra hums, long fingers knotting a perfect stopper knot on her odd spiky float. “In return, I shall prepare for us a most savory repast, with the game we hunt this splendid morn.”

if i had to explain to you the conversation that lead to the writing of this short, i’ll have to spoil you on patch 2.8, explain to you several inside jokes, and a whole tomodachi gameplay where i apparently am dating vertin’s mother.

never thought tennant would warrant a mention but she randomly just decided to waltz into my mind while writing this. anyways hc time that caroline would burn water without supervision and it was a miracle she did not burn willow’s house down putting the kettle on beforehand