Bird Furious she/her/un/important Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 Just now, Through The Living Glass said: Whoa! Hey, calm down, he gently grabbed her wrists. It's okay . . . . . . If it's really that important to you . . . I guess I could watch it . . . She nodded hard. She knew she must look a mess, but she didn't really care. "Yes," she sobbed. "Please." He doesn't have all the context, Livetha maintained. There's more. "No. Just skip to the end." The context-- "%$)&# you, you stupid stoat!" She growled. "Skip to the end!" No. Ready, Shoe?"
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 11 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said: She nodded hard. She knew she must look a mess, but she didn't really care. "Yes," she sobbed. "Please." He doesn't have all the context, Livetha maintained. There's more. "No. Just skip to the end." The context-- "%$)&# you, you stupid stoat!" She growled. "Skip to the end!" No. Ready, Shoe?" Yeah . . . I guess so. Aaaaaaaand i'm so sorry I gtg see you in the morningggggggg
Bird Furious she/her/un/important Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said: Yeah . . . I guess so. Aaaaaaaand i'm so sorry I gtg see you in the morningggggggg scud uuuuuu sleep well, Glass I'll adapt it for this but I do warn you there are elements I need to add and some editing to do but I'll post the final version of all the scenes in my writing thread later
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 Just now, The Halcyon Girl said: scud uuuuuu sleep well, Glass I'll adapt it for this but I do warn you there are elements I need to add and some editing to do but I'll post the final version of all the scenes in my writing thread later mmm okie you toooooooo *passes out* GO TO BED *passes out again* 1
Bird Furious she/her/un/important Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 (edited) 8 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said: Yeah . . . I guess so. Aaaaaaaand i'm so sorry I gtg see you in the morningggggggg Spoiler His vision faded again and swirled into a small, simple bedroom. The memory felt somehow duller than last time. — Her father woke her early. She was twelve years old today, the first birthday her mother would not see. He intended to make up for her absence, Beosta knew. She just wasn’t sure how. Just being awake hurts, she thought as she watched her father retreat from her room. Slowly, she slid across her bed to reach for her hairbrush. She ran her fingers through her braid, then again, undoing the plait before brushing the ends of her hair. She had hair like her mother’s; long, dark, and wavy. Her mother could have worn it up, in the style of a woman, but she’d chosen to leave it long and loose. Beosta wondered why. Being a woman must be better than being a girl. She would always wear her hair up when she got older. “Beosta,” her father called. “Hurry up. We have things to do.” Beosta slightly hastened her brushing, then pulled on a deep green dress— her mother’s favorite color, the color of living, growing things. Her mother had always called herself lucky that her eyes were the color she loved. Naturally, Beosta loved it too. She turned to the mirror and ran her fingers through her hair one more time, then reluctantly left through the door. Her father stood there waiting. He rested one of his strong, calloused hands on her shoulder. “You’re twelve now.” She didn’t know why he said so. Everyone knew it already. “Come on out to the yard. We’ve got something to get out of the way before you head into town.” Beosta followed quietly. She didn’t know what her father wanted. Honestly, it didn’t really matter. They let the door close behind them and crossed to the front gate, where a figure was waiting— a blonde man wearing embroidered silks and a jerkin. Beosta felt her father’s grip tighten. “Lordship Hecob,” he said. “What do you want?” “Your son,” he said. “I want your son to stop associating with Faothea.” Father scowled. “My son is doing no wrong.” “Faothea is meant for Geioh.” “She’s merely fifteen. There is plenty of time.” “Yes,” he said, leaning close. “Plenty of time, I’m sure, for you to find a new town to live in.” Beosta frowned. “Why would we need to move?” Hecob turned to her with a start of surprise. “Because, little girl. I am the lord of this city.” “But Father says you’re out of—” She cut off when he squeezed her shoulder. “I will keep that in mind,” he told Hacob coldly. “You may leave now. Your message is delivered.” Lordship Hacob gave him a curt nod and held his gaze for another moment before fluffing his cape and setting off back down the road. Her father watched him go. With a little scoff, he turned Beosta around and led her to the shed by the barn. Nethek waited there, holding a leather bag. He offered Beosta a nervous smile. Father took the bag from him and lifted his hand from Beosta’s shoulder. “Nethek, stay away from that girl for a little while.” “We’re just—” “I don’t care if you’re just friends, Nethek. Stay away from her for a while.” Nethek scuffled his feet in the dirt. “Go inside.” “But—” “Go inside, Nethek. Her brother retreated. Father leaned on the fence around the pigpen. “What do you see in there, Beosta?” She frowned and copied him. “There’s a bunch of piglets with their mom. They’re eating— they’re old enough for scraps now.” “And?” She tried to see whatever it was he wanted her to, but all she saw was a bunch of pigs fighting over the feeding box. “They’re hungry?” “Close enough.” Her father leaned forward and pointed out one of the piglets on the end. “You see that one?” The piglet in question seemed especially aggressive, shoving the others aside and snorting noisily. “That one eats a lot, but doesn’t grow very much. He takes food that could fatten the other piglets, but he won’t ever grow very big.” “That’s sad.” “Yes, it is. It’s sad for us, because it means less bacon. Do you know what we do when we have an unproductive piglet?” A cold, icy feeling wrapped around Beosta’s throat. She didn’t reply. “Come here.” He opened the gate. “Go get it and bring it here.” Beosta looked up at him. Was it her imagination, or did his eyes narrow slightly in warning? She swallowed and walked into the pigpen. “Here, piggy,” she said softly, half hoping that the pig would be frightened and run away, out of the pen. But the pig ate on, snuffling and grunting, eliciting squeals of protest from his siblings. Beosta hesitated for another second and glanced at her father’s hard face. Then she gently reached out to grab him. He was heavier than she’d expected, squealing and kicking to get back to his meal. She carried him out of the gate and followed her father back behind the barn. She hadn’t been back here before. She didn’t like to be. There wasn’t much anyway— a patch of dirt, a spigot to an underground spring, and a pole with a leash. “Set him down,” Father said. Beosta had almost forgotten how much pigs could twist themselves. She set him on the ground while her father slid the leash around the piglet’s neck. “All right,” he said, kneeling next to the piglet. “Hold him for me. Hold him fast, Beosta.” In a daze, she knelt, clutching the pig to her body. Father moved one hand to the piglet’s jaw, then pulled a small knife out of the bundle. “Now you don’t slit the throat straight on,” he coached, feeling for the right spot. “That’s not fast enough. The good arteries are all on the side of the neck.” It was quick, so quick it felt criminal. The pig thrashed, blood dripping down his neck. Her father set down the knife and stood. “You can let go now.” Beosta clung tighter. “Beosta, let go of the pig.” Beosta opened her hands and watched the pig run, squealing, around the fence. Then he buckled and collapsed, dead. Her father moved next to the pig again, pulling out a tarp and several more tools. He locked eyes with his daughter. “Sometimes,” he murmured, “we have to do unsavory things— bad things— for the ones who truly matter. You see?” Beosta didn’t let her eyes stray from his, terribly aware of the blood everywhere and the dead pig beneath her father’s hands. He sighed. “Only twelve. I’m sorry, Beosta, to make you see this. But you're the woman of the house now.” Her gaze dropped to the dirt, stained with red. “Go change, love. You’ve got blood on your dress.” As if she’d been shocked, she jumped to her feet and ran back to the house, long, dark hair fluttering behind her. I gotta edit it again, but this is what you get for now I should prolly spoiler it but I don’t really feel like it. So yuh …Imma go sleep now. there I spoilered it. You’re welcome, all you TLT people. Edited November 5, 2024 by The Halcyon Girl
Through the Living Shadow he/him Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 (edited) 12 hours ago, Sequence said: Sequence's frown deepened as she listened, leaning forward in her rocking chair. "... I see..." She looked over at Erif, looking a bit conflicted for just a moment, before taking a deep breath and composing herself, sitting up straight and clasping her hands together in her lap. "I believe you to be pure, and I apologize the loss of the adventurers in your charge. However, I cannot allow violence or strife of any kind in my realm, and all who visit this place are protected by me. Criminal or not. Especially in this case, as... I still need more information. I need to think on things. I appreciate your explanation, and I want you to know you're always welcome here." Sequence stood up, smiling warmly at the Adventurer. Sequence nodded. "So we shouldn't have a problem getting to Onyx." "Ah! Lovely idea! What do you think, inspector?" Ista feldeded her arms. Because that’s a word. “Let’s. Go.” Edited November 5, 2024 by SpiritOfWrath
kpShadowFox He/Him Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 10 hours ago, xinoehp512 said: "Ow," said Bacon. Well, this clearly wouldn't work. He teleported home, disgruntled. Natsu teleports Quagmire and himself to said wall. Quagmire touches the wall and a ripple appears, as the wall slowly starts to disintegrate.
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 8 hours ago, The Halcyon Girl said: Hide contents His vision faded again and swirled into a small, simple bedroom. The memory felt somehow duller than last time. — Her father woke her early. She was twelve years old today, the first birthday her mother would not see. He intended to make up for her absence, Beosta knew. She just wasn’t sure how. Just being awake hurts, she thought as she watched her father retreat from her room. Slowly, she slid across her bed to reach for her hairbrush. She ran her fingers through her braid, then again, undoing the plait before brushing the ends of her hair. She had hair like her mother’s; long, dark, and wavy. Her mother could have worn it up, in the style of a woman, but she’d chosen to leave it long and loose. Beosta wondered why. Being a woman must be better than being a girl. She would always wear her hair up when she got older. “Beosta,” her father called. “Hurry up. We have things to do.” Beosta slightly hastened her brushing, then pulled on a deep green dress— her mother’s favorite color, the color of living, growing things. Her mother had always called herself lucky that her eyes were the color she loved. Naturally, Beosta loved it too. She turned to the mirror and ran her fingers through her hair one more time, then reluctantly left through the door. Her father stood there waiting. He rested one of his strong, calloused hands on her shoulder. “You’re twelve now.” She didn’t know why he said so. Everyone knew it already. “Come on out to the yard. We’ve got something to get out of the way before you head into town.” Beosta followed quietly. She didn’t know what her father wanted. Honestly, it didn’t really matter. They let the door close behind them and crossed to the front gate, where a figure was waiting— a blonde man wearing embroidered silks and a jerkin. Beosta felt her father’s grip tighten. “Lordship Hecob,” he said. “What do you want?” “Your son,” he said. “I want your son to stop associating with Faothea.” Father scowled. “My son is doing no wrong.” “Faothea is meant for Geioh.” “She’s merely fifteen. There is plenty of time.” “Yes,” he said, leaning close. “Plenty of time, I’m sure, for you to find a new town to live in.” Beosta frowned. “Why would we need to move?” Hecob turned to her with a start of surprise. “Because, little girl. I am the lord of this city.” “But Father says you’re out of—” She cut off when he squeezed her shoulder. “I will keep that in mind,” he told Hacob coldly. “You may leave now. Your message is delivered.” Lordship Hacob gave him a curt nod and held his gaze for another moment before fluffing his cape and setting off back down the road. Her father watched him go. With a little scoff, he turned Beosta around and led her to the shed by the barn. Nethek waited there, holding a leather bag. He offered Beosta a nervous smile. Father took the bag from him and lifted his hand from Beosta’s shoulder. “Nethek, stay away from that girl for a little while.” “We’re just—” “I don’t care if you’re just friends, Nethek. Stay away from her for a while.” Nethek scuffled his feet in the dirt. “Go inside.” “But—” “Go inside, Nethek. Her brother retreated. Father leaned on the fence around the pigpen. “What do you see in there, Beosta?” She frowned and copied him. “There’s a bunch of piglets with their mom. They’re eating— they’re old enough for scraps now.” “And?” She tried to see whatever it was he wanted her to, but all she saw was a bunch of pigs fighting over the feeding box. “They’re hungry?” “Close enough.” Her father leaned forward and pointed out one of the piglets on the end. “You see that one?” The piglet in question seemed especially aggressive, shoving the others aside and snorting noisily. “That one eats a lot, but doesn’t grow very much. He takes food that could fatten the other piglets, but he won’t ever grow very big.” “That’s sad.” “Yes, it is. It’s sad for us, because it means less bacon. Do you know what we do when we have an unproductive piglet?” A cold, icy feeling wrapped around Beosta’s throat. She didn’t reply. “Come here.” He opened the gate. “Go get it and bring it here.” Beosta looked up at him. Was it her imagination, or did his eyes narrow slightly in warning? She swallowed and walked into the pigpen. “Here, piggy,” she said softly, half hoping that the pig would be frightened and run away, out of the pen. But the pig ate on, snuffling and grunting, eliciting squeals of protest from his siblings. Beosta hesitated for another second and glanced at her father’s hard face. Then she gently reached out to grab him. He was heavier than she’d expected, squealing and kicking to get back to his meal. She carried him out of the gate and followed her father back behind the barn. She hadn’t been back here before. She didn’t like to be. There wasn’t much anyway— a patch of dirt, a spigot to an underground spring, and a pole with a leash. “Set him down,” Father said. Beosta had almost forgotten how much pigs could twist themselves. She set him on the ground while her father slid the leash around the piglet’s neck. “All right,” he said, kneeling next to the piglet. “Hold him for me. Hold him fast, Beosta.” In a daze, she knelt, clutching the pig to her body. Father moved one hand to the piglet’s jaw, then pulled a small knife out of the bundle. “Now you don’t slit the throat straight on,” he coached, feeling for the right spot. “That’s not fast enough. The good arteries are all on the side of the neck.” It was quick, so quick it felt criminal. The pig thrashed, blood dripping down his neck. Her father set down the knife and stood. “You can let go now.” Beosta clung tighter. “Beosta, let go of the pig.” Beosta opened her hands and watched the pig run, squealing, around the fence. Then he buckled and collapsed, dead. Her father moved next to the pig again, pulling out a tarp and several more tools. He locked eyes with his daughter. “Sometimes,” he murmured, “we have to do unsavory things— bad things— for the ones who truly matter. You see?” Beosta didn’t let her eyes stray from his, terribly aware of the blood everywhere and the dead pig beneath her father’s hands. He sighed. “Only twelve. I’m sorry, Beosta, to make you see this. But you're the woman of the house now.” Her gaze dropped to the dirt, stained with red. “Go change, love. You’ve got blood on your dress.” As if she’d been shocked, she jumped to her feet and ran back to the house, long, dark hair fluttering behind her. I gotta edit it again, but this is what you get for now I should prolly spoiler it but I don’t really feel like it. So yuh …Imma go sleep now. there I spoilered it. You’re welcome, all you TLT people. Spoiler Haly Spoiler Did I ever tell you about the time this happened to me Spoiler I've talked about it, but I don't know if you were there to read it in the moment Spoiler I was six Spoiler Shoe blinked rapidly, and he was once again in the castle. He got the feeling that still wasn't what Beosta had intended to show him . . .
Bird Furious she/her/un/important Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 Just now, Through The Living Glass said: Reveal hidden contents Haly Hide contents Did I ever tell you about the time this happened to me Hide contents I've talked about it, but I don't know if you were there to read it in the moment Hide contents I was six Hide contents Shoe blinked rapidly, and he was once again in the castle. He got the feeling that still wasn't what Beosta had intended to show him . . . Woah wait fr? Scud… “I give up,” Beosta declared. “I give up.” She hauled herself to her feet, wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand, and stalked away. Livetha chirped anxiously and followed her.
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 2 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said: Woah wait fr? Scud… “I give up,” Beosta declared. “I give up.” She hauled herself to her feet, wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand, and stalked away. Livetha chirped anxiously and followed her. Yeah Spoiler Except it was much more . . . Spoiler . . . violent- Spoiler -than what you wrote Spoiler And I get to do it again in a week! Shoe stood and chased after Beosta, relieved for himself but worried for her.
Bird Furious she/her/un/important Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: Yeah Reveal hidden contents Except it was much more . . . Hide contents . . . violent- Hide contents -than what you wrote Hide contents And I get to do it again in a week! Shoe stood and chased after Beosta, relieved for himself but worried for her. Oh dang… I apologize……… Beosta knew if she stopped walking, she’d probably start crying. She didn’t want to, so she didn’t stop walking. Idiot stoat, why couldn’t she just get it over with?
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 Just now, The Halcyon Girl said: Oh dang… I apologize……… Beosta knew if she stopped walking, she’d probably start crying. She didn’t want to, so she didn’t stop walking. Idiot stoat, why couldn’t she just get it over with? No, don't feel bad! It's all good. I mean it was very traumatic the first time but, like, you don't have to apologize. It was interesting to see how you wrote it though Shoe kept walking after her. Beosta . . .
Bird Furious she/her/un/important Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 (edited) 6 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: No, don't feel bad! It's all good. I mean it was very traumatic the first time but, like, you don't have to apologize. It was interesting to see how you wrote it though Shoe kept walking after her. Beosta . . . There are things I have to add and stuff but Don’t. Stop it. Her hands were tangled in her hair again. Go away go away go away. Edited November 5, 2024 by The Halcyon Girl
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 5 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said: There are things I have to add and stuff but Don’t. Stop it. Her hands were tangled in her hair again. Go away go away go away. It's all good! Don't worry about it. You wrote it really well. Shoe slowed his step. Beosta . . . ?
Bird Furious she/her/un/important Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said: It's all good! Don't worry about it. You wrote it really well. Shoe slowed his step. Beosta . . . ? “What? What??”
ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 3 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said: Ista felt her arms. “Let’s. Go.” Sequence stared at Ista for a moment. "... I... Yes, of course. Fuzzy- ... No, she's unavailable... Cardinal... Is also unavailable... Hm..." "I can take them." A voice spoke up. Sequence, alarmed, jumped so hard she almost fell out of her chair... For like, the four-hundredth time. A... Person of indistinguishable gender stood on the porch. They wore a simple grey jacket with jeans, and had pasty white skin with short, messy black hair. Their bored eyes held a little bit of crimson, and black mist gathered at their feet. "... I'm not so sure that-" Everyone cut Sequence off. "That what? I know the way, I can show them." Sequence looked very unsettled, but nodded slowly and turned to Ista. "This is Everyone. They are a... Friend of mine. They will help you get to unreal space, as I am occupied..." Everyone waved, giving a big, slightly unnerving grin.
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 18 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said: “What? What??” Shoe stopped walking and stared at her, a concerned look on his face. He sighed. Look . . . he started. I don't . . . know everything that's happened to you. I don't know exactly what it is that you're so hung up about, but I do know that I don't want to see you like this; I don't want you to have to feel like this.
Bird Furious she/her/un/important Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: Shoe stopped walking and stared at her, a concerned look on his face. He sighed. Look . . . he started. I don't . . . know everything that's happened to you. I don't know exactly what it is that you're so hung up about, but I do know that I don't want to see you like this; I don't want you to have to feel like this. “I deserve it, Shoe!” She grabbed his shoulders. “I deserve it. You know what happened? You know the soul? I killed him! I killed him, Shoe! I—“ she let go of him and collapsed against the wall, dropping her head into her hands. “I killed him.”
xinoehp512 he/him Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 19 minutes ago, Sequence said: Sequence stared at Ista for a moment. "... I... Yes, of course. Fuzzy- ... No, she's unavailable... Cardinal... Is also unavailable... Hm..." "I can take them." A voice spoke up. Sequence, alarmed, jumped so hard she almost fell out of her chair... For like, the four-hundredth time. A... Person of indistinguishable gender stood on the porch. They wore a simple grey jacket with jeans, and had pasty white skin with short, messy black hair. Their bored eyes held a little bit of crimson, and black mist gathered at their feet. "... I'm not so sure that-" Everyone cut Sequence off. "That what? I know the way, I can show them." Sequence looked very unsettled, but nodded slowly and turned to Ista. "This is Everyone. They are a... Friend of mine. They will help you get to unreal space, as I am occupied..." Everyone waved, giving a big, slightly unnerving grin. "Alright," said Erif. "Thank you." He teleported everyone back to Onyx's realm. "Which direction?" 5 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said: “I deserve it, Shoe!” She grabbed his shoulders. “I deserve it. You know what happened? You know the soul? I killed him! I killed him, Shoe! I—“ she let go of him and collapsed against the wall, dropping her head into her hands. “I killed him.” "Uh," said Bacon. "Bad time?"
ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 2 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said: "Alright," said Erif. "Thank you." He teleported everyone back to Onyx's realm. "Which direction?" Everyone strode off in a seemingly random direction among the green hills, humming softly to themself. "Please keep up."
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 6 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said: “I deserve it, Shoe!” She grabbed his shoulders. “I deserve it. You know what happened? You know the soul? I killed him! I killed him, Shoe! I—“ she let go of him and collapsed against the wall, dropping her head into her hands. “I killed him.” Shoe was speechless. (Well, more so than usual.) You . . . he stared at her with wide eyes, You . . . killed him? Just now, xinoehp512 said: "Uh," said Bacon. "Bad time?" BACON!! GO AWAY!! he said to only Bacon. Only. Only is the keyword there
Bird Furious she/her/un/important Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 Just now, Through The Living Glass said: Shoe was speechless. (Well, more so than usual.) You . . . he stared at her with wide eyes, You . . . killed him? BACON!! GO AWAY!! he said to only Bacon. Only. Only is the keyword there “I killed him,” she whispered, ignoring Bacon. “I… I killed him.”
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 Just now, The Halcyon Girl said: “I killed him,” she whispered, ignoring Bacon. “I… I killed him.” He'd suspected as much, but actually hearing it . . . Shoe wasn't sure what to say . . . He sat next to Beosta, but ended up staring at the floor instead of doing anything helpful.
Bird Furious she/her/un/important Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 Just now, Through The Living Glass said: He'd suspected as much, but actually hearing it . . . Shoe wasn't sure what to say . . . He sat next to Beosta, but ended up staring at the floor instead of doing anything helpful. “I didn’t even know him,” she whispered. “We never talked. I… I…” She couldn’t help it. She started sobbing.
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 Just now, The Halcyon Girl said: “I didn’t even know him,” she whispered. “We never talked. I… I…” She couldn’t help it. She started sobbing. Shoe continued to sit quietly next to her.
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