pluto!

oh boy i'm new to tumblr and this place scares me <3

some things about me:

call me pluto :)

i'm fine with any pronouns but default to they/them if unsure

questionably human

i have adhd and like so much anxiety

i write qsmp fics and i'm ashamed

i also do art but i am not an artist

big fan of purple prose

open to answering questions :)

apparently my writing makes people cry! that's fun!

fics i have written so far:

waiting for eclipse

kids who lived

destination: happy

Mind control?!?!? CHILD DEATH?? GHOST!!!??? What are you gonna put them through PLEASE have mercy on them 😭😭😭

(also the Charlie fact was very funny!)

THANK YOU <3 <3 i'm glad you're enjoying!!

AHAHA this is good. this is very good. i love when readers don't trust me <3 <3 and uhhhh keep away from the tags they're lying to you. there is definitely no heart-wrenching angst coming up in the future. i would never write angst actually. you can trust me because i would never lie ever :)

if i have mercy on them then how will i hurt my readers?

Summary:

“Tallulah?” He asked, unwilling to believe she was actually there.

Tallulah’s face was nearly crumbling. She moved forward—but paused, as if hesitating. Like she wanted to pull Chayanne into a hug and run away at the same exact time, and instead, she was rooted into place.

And then his niece talked in the most choked, soft voice. “Do you want to go on a trip with me?”

So Chayanne, as tired and surprised as he was, replied, “Yeah, I do.”

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Or: After having lost the most important scholarship of his life, Chayanne’s working a mindless summer job in the hopes to pay his college tuition. Rotting from the inside out. Enter Tallulah, his fifteen-year-old niece, who shows up unannounced and crying on his doorstep. She invites him to join her on a road trip that, unbeknownst to them, might be the saving grace in both their lives.

if you've been keeping up with my current qsmp fic on ao3 (kids who lived), you've probably recognized that i am a BIG fan of heavy foreshadowing. like, a big fan. but i don't even think you realize i've been foreshadowing major plot points and lore drops in the most subtle fucking ways. the weather? bet you didn't think that was involved. repeated/frequently used colours? that's important, too. generalized consistent temperature of the island? ...oh boy. i LOVE that sort of foreshadowing, because even if somebody finds it, nobody knows what to do with it.

The man was an imposing figure that loomed in her doorway, silhouetted in red light. Smoke billowed like a warning behind him.

“Why are you here?” She signed, hands quivering so hard she wondered whether the words came out clear.

The man only tilted his head, as if trying to decipher the words. Perhaps he couldn’t speak sign language at all. In a clear, very human and not automated voice, he said, “Come on. You should leave before reinforcement comes.”

The man was something from a complete other world—not one of white walls and orderly schedules and chilling experiments, but one of endless forest and devastating virus and calamity.

She wasn’t sure which sounded worse.

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Or: On a post-apocalyptic island destroyed by a virus, five children have been taken by the Federation to develop a cure. When they escape and meet a strange man living on the edge of town, he must take care of the kids, keeping them safe from the government that desperately wants them back.

Or, or: Wilbur suddenly acquires five runaway children in the aftermath of an apocalypse.

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