Aspiring author here, wanting to begin blogging my progress on various projects, as well as finding feedback and showing support to other writers! I just go by August or Enna here!
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You may also see me under the username fraugustends on discord!
Favorite Books:
Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoevsky; That Hideous Strength - C. S. Lewis; Till We Have Faces - C. S. Lewis; Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir;
Favorite Tropes/Themes:
Dystopian society, second-chance romance, unreliable narrator, found family, psychological and mental health themes, self-sacrifice for the good of humanity,
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Here an outline of the @soulsmake work with artist soulmate @cloudycloudsminusclouds! They're waiting until the project is finished to draw! Actually writing it is taking its slow old time for me, but that's just what happens, so yall are getting an outline!
Summary: Cleo, a single mom with two kids Scar and Bdubs, is adamant that she does not need help in the struggles she's facing alone. Martyn essentially makes her realize how much she actually needs help until she finally relents and she goes to him for comfort!
It may not all be accurate to the final work, but this is what I had!
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#1 - Morning time
Cleo is at the farmers market, shopping list in hand, mildly fretting about dietary needs and dinner plans and school lunches and getting things finished at home.Â
She's staring at the new seafood stand of all places, trying to determine which ones would be cheaper and healthier to get when a hand lands on her shoulder.Â
Martyn asks "Is there anything I can help you with, ma'am?" as the owner of a stand is supposed to be polite and helpful to customers.Â
Cleo being her stubborn and mildly sarcastic self, she responds with "Yes, actually. An improvement to my sanity would be immensely helpful right now." She waves her shopping list around with a grimace.Â
Martyn offers to help her with her shopping list, but Cleo refuses, saying she's done this on her own for years now. She doesn't need the help. She just wants the cheapest salmon he has and then she'll move on. Simple as that.
With a sigh, Martyn relents, pointing her towards what she wants. As she leaves, he reminds her that there will always be people to help, even if she thinks she doesn't need it now.Â
#2 - Mid-afternoon
Cleo has just got out of a parent-teacher meeting at the school regarding Bdubs. She's ticked off because they asked if he has a father figure in his life to look up to. She cant understand why they can't recognize how hard she is trying to raise them without their father in the picture.Â
In order to calm herself down and treat herself for how much she's trying, she goes to a local cafe to grab a coffee (because tea is just not her thing). It's nice, sitting in a booth by a window and sipping on a piping hot drink.
Of course, Martyn walks into the cafe and orders himself a cup of tea. When he spots Cleo, he comes over and asks if he can sit at her table. Reluctantly, Cleo agrees.
Martyn asks how things are going. Cleo gives a mild and slightly vague answer. It's a small, stretched conversation.Â
Maybe Martyn asks if Cleo has a partner. Cleo retorts back in suspicion that he's only being nice to get her phone number and meet her kids. He disagrees, saying that he was only asking authorities needed to get involved — to him, she looked like she was being overworked and if it was her partner's fault, then he would have reason to get the police involved. Cleo says she has no one but her boys, and that she's doing fine, like she has been all along. She says that Martyn has no reason to be prying about her personal life and that he should just leave her alone.
He decides that he will leave, but not before leaving a reciept with his phone number on it on the table. Cleo pockets it for no other reason than to block him, which she ends up not doing at all.Â
#3 - Evening/night
Cleo is sitting in an armchair in the living room, enjoying the peace she obtained when Bdubs was put to bed without a fight and Scar is enjoying a sleepover with Grian and Mumbo. She's letting her thoughts drift to the nicer times, before Etho left the three behind. She mourns that old life in quietness now.
It's sometime past 11pm when there is a knock at the front door. She startles out of her armchair, eying the curtained windows with confusion. Who would be needing her at this hour?
She opens the door and sees Martyn. She begins to ask how he had found her house but stops when she sees Scar beside him. She's confused, badly.Â
"Why do you have Scar with you, Martyn?" she asks, pulling the tired and kinda out-of-it Scar close to her. "Why isn't he at his friend's house?"
"I found him roaming the streets. I asked him if I could bring him home, and where he lived. He told me this address— I didn't realize he lived with you."
"He's my son. Of course he lives with me." Cleo then pauses, looking down at Scar before returning a now softened gaze towards Martyn. "I'm sorry. I— thank you for bringing him home. But I need you to leave, please. And don't come back. I appreciate your help here, but I don't need anything else from you. Okay?"
Martyn assents, leaving Cleo and Scar in the doorway. Cleo lets Scar cuddle with her on the armchair until both of them fall asleep.Â
+1 - MorningÂ
Both of the boys are at school again. Cleo is washing the previous night's dishes and watching the birdfeeder outside the window. The birds' camaraderie is something she finds herself envying, to her dismay. She really doesn't have any friends. No one to spend adult time with, no one to struggle with, no one to celebrate with. Not since her ex-husband took all of his friends with him. She scowls absent-mindedly at that thought.
She finishes the dishes, dries her hands, then sticks her hands in the pockets of the long flannel she decided to wear for the morning chill. Her fingers find the slip of paper given to her that day at the cafe with Martyn. She pulls it out, finds the man's phone number and considers it with intent.Â
Martyn was persistently there. Even though she denied it, she loved it. He recognized her burnout and her strength. What hurt could it do to call him?
After some hesistation, she dials the number on the paper. The phone rings two times before the call is answered. Martyn's sleepy voice comes through the speaker.Â
"Martyn's phone, who is this?" "It's Cleo." "Cleo? Oh! It's nice to hear from you! I honestly thought you'd forgotten about the number I'd given you. What can I do for you this fine morning?"
Cleo pauses, unsure exactly what she wants Martyn to do for her. "Can you come over? To my house?" "What time?" "Any time, but before the boys get home from school, if possible." "No problem. Everything alright?" "I think it will be once you're here." "Gotcha. Give me twenty."
New idea, new concept, very much loving it, will have to put it on hold until everything else with a deadline is completed, but have a short snippet of the basic fic I have sprouted from my brain today! If you never hear from this idea again, just know that this is my favorite part that I've concocted thus far :D
Blame Whack-a-Scar for this/silly
Also Xisuma-centric! Of course Scar is quite important to the story, but this is my first time writing from X's POV so this should be interesting :D
Content warnings for the snippet below the cut: reference to character death and permadeath (in relation to Minecraft mechanics), self-esteem issues
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There was no luck. Night was falling, and no one had come across anything. To X, it felt like the whole server had been scoured north to south, with exception to the numerous cave systems and structures that lay in untouched parts of the server. After he told all the search groups to place down their beds for the night, he stayed up. He couldn't wrap his head around this. Thoughts about how much of a bad admin he was for not checking in with Scar sooner, not installing a more secure method of tracking locations (though that would for sure put the whole server in debt for seasons upon seasons), not noticing that something was wrong until it could have been too late. The only assurance he had was that he had no record of Scar dying since he last rejoined the server. So he was alive, but in what condition? And how long would that last? If Scar wasn't stable enough and with the right equipment around, dying could easily turn into permadeath.Â
His fretting was interrupted by Keralis, thank Void, and forced to go to sleep. They would search again the next day, at least until afternoon, and then if still nothing, they would enable Grian and Keralis. They would find Scar. Xisuma would find Scar. Xisuma needed to find Scar.Â
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where do I start? too many ideas, too many events, too many stories, too many rabbitholes that lead me to new ideas and new analogies and new ways to shove angst into my favorite characters which is only helping me to start me at the beginning again. where do I start?
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Grian's new episode (9th one) has this phrase and… please tell me that I am not the only one who noticed it and had already created some scenarious with watchers or angst :{
I have too many ideas and works in progress, now leading to choice paralysis on which one to work on. Help me choose which one to prioritize, even if it's just off of vibes (if you ask about them I will explain but some are just too up in the air to accurately sum up here).
I have too many ideas and works in progress, now leading to choice paralysis on which one to work on. Help me choose which one to prioritize, even if it's just off of vibes (if you ask about them I will explain but some are just too up in the air to accurately sum up here).
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A little snippet of my new oneshot project I wanna show you! Set in a slightly modern, hybrid-discriminatory universe, I present a certain someone >:]
Guess who it's about (Hint: it's in the tags)!
No warnings for this apart from some magic/incantation stuff...but it'll still be below the cut because why not.
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The building's large wooden doors opened before he reached them, two cloak-covered servants with heads bowed standing at the edges of the entrance. They were shivering, though from the cold or from fear he could not discern. But he cared.
Once he was face to face with them, he knelt down and lifted their heads with his hands. Their eyes gleamed with fear — he only wanted them to be comforted. He took a deep breath, and when he exhaled, the eye on his chest started to softly glow. He began to chant.
"Look into my eyes, nothing but my eyes.
Once everything is said and done, to freedom will you fly."
A short incantation, but enough to ensure the two servants' safety in the matters to come. No one deserved this lifestyle. No one.Â
Without another word to the sweetfaces at the door, he walked. He knew exactly where he needed to go, so he strode down the halls and corridors and passageways like he owned the place, and he might as well have. No one else was going to stand in between him and his prize, or they would fall without any hope of getting back up again. They had stalled him for too long — he was not going to hold back now.
Thank you @alexazucchie for the tag! I'm so glad you're excited to read more of my works (I just added some more today so there will be plenty of opportunities)!
The game:
📝 Search for the given words in your story. If your story doesn't have a word, you can use a variation on it or a word with a similar meaning.
My words: Stand, Tear, Light, and End
I'll be going off of my current WIP, my Etho 404 glitch fic. Only 2k words thus far but I shall try!!
Stand: (here is a sneak peak at the edited conversation from earlier!)
"I don't need anything from you, or from Bdubs, or from anyone!" Etho scrambled to stand, hands and ears trembling with anger that Doc couldn't understand. "You just need to leave me alone and worry about someone who actually wants your unwelcome company!"
Tear: (Earlier in that same edited conversation!)
Etho looked like he was about to jump up and attack. "I am not trying to do anything! I. Can't. Control it. My brain — it needs to have enough time to… Sometimes it takes forever for me to feel not needed enough to even entertain sleep!" He paused in his building rage to wipe at a tear before it met the bridge of his mask. "You can't just decide when I relax, Doc. It doesn't work that way, ever. I thought you would know that." Etho was fully crying now, the mix of emotions and exhaustion overwhelming the limits of his system. "I'm so sorry you feel the need to keep an eye on me, but honestly? I am fine. I am perfectly fine without this stupid supervision. I'm not a kid, I am not a threat to society, so why can't you just leave me alone?"
Light: (Some comfort!)
He wrapped his arms just a little tighter around the other, lightly nuzzling into white hair. He began to hum, a soft tune that he once used on his own kid on hard nights. It wasn't anything pretty, but it was nice. Gentle. Enough so that he could feel the sighs and the peaceful shivers against his chest. It was clear when the younger's shoulder muscles began to relax — his whole frame seemed to just sink further against Doc, a small whimper of relief leaving him.
End: (Couldn't find end, so I have used demise instead!)
It was heartbreaking, watching his friend struggle against something unknown. He had read before something on the psychological symptoms of prolonged sleep deprivation, but if that was the case, exactly how long had Etho been avoiding sleep? Would they actually need to stage an intervention with Xisuma? Would he need off-server help if this was the true beginning of his demise? So many questions, and not enough answers. But a lack of answers never means a lack of action.Â
No pressure tags!
@danatlanwrites - I would love to read some of your writing/style!
@not-explanation - : D
@alexazucchie - in case you want to do it again!
And anyone else can join if they see this!
Your words: Right, Under, Forget, and Life
I have been working on the buildup in the beginning of the Etho404 glitch fanfic, and I am finding out just how much I love confrontation scenes.
For context, in a few of Doc's episodes this season he has noticed Etho awake at really early/late times for his timezone, and has made a few visits in order to essentially check up on him. I've decided to use this to create the instance of tension where the first instance of the glitch could be passed off as sleep deprivation and general irritability.
Anyways, I just wanted to share this (probably going to be edited soon) sorta heated exchange between Doc and Etho.
⚠️ It's below the cut because of mild references to isolation tendencies and an unspecified eating disorder, and Doc is not exactly the nicest with his words here, so please be mindful ⚠️
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Eye contact blatantly being avoided, the younger glared at the ground. "I don't need your babysitting, Doc, I can manage myself just fine." Then, with a weaker voice, he added, "I don't need another one constantly hounding me for something I can't control."
This remark struck something in Doc. "Like what? Bdubs making sure you're still sane after your bouts of isolation? Beef checking in every day to remind you to eat something? That's not hounding, Etho, it's caring. And lately, you've been drastically losing sleep. I won't let you try and destroy yourself that way too!"
"I am not trying to do anything! I. Can't. Control it. My mind decompresses after dark and sometimes it takes forever for me to feel not needed enough to even entertain sleep!" Etho was crying now, a mix of emotions and exhaustion crowding his system. "I'm sorry you feel the need to keep an eye on me, but I am fine. I am just fine. I don't need anything from you or from Bdubs or from anyone!"
"Well I guess I'll leave you to your delusions, then! You clearly don't want anything to do with —"
His words were suddenly cut off by a scream. Etho's scream.
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Okay, so while the Crime and Punishment/Hermitcraft AU is still in the roots of my brain, I have had sudden inspiration and am starting a different HC fic (starring Etho) and will likely be posting about that (if I post anything at all) over this period of fixation.
Recently found out about Etho404 (through this fic), and watched the episode of his lets play that includes it, and man have I acquired some ideas.
I'm currently on a roll with about 500 words in the past 25 minutes so I should have something to share with you all soon!
"Shhh, it's alright," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "It's alright to cry. It's alright to feel pain. Pain is how we learn, how we grow. And you, my beautiful pet, have a lot of fucking growing to do."