i was tagged by @yoonia! thank you, love, what a great opportunity to share some pending 2024 pieces :P

Rules: Share the last line you wrote and tag the same number of people as the words in the line.

like dia, i'll be sharing a few i've been working on. entertainer, cmi, c&f and the fifth summer are on top of my list, but i've also been looking into a couple others, like you're okay and moonglade <3 enjoy if you do end up reading the snips <3

I'm a martyr. Or, I will be. But I'm not Christ. Sometimes, I think I might be the other one. (x)

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Omg yes, okay, so–

• ik there is still debate if there even was a Split or not. I'm on the side of the fandom that believes there was

• that said; I don't think og Creativity went by King or Romulus. They were just Creativity. Very hyperactive, imaginative, always a different occupation every day like kids do

• I actually hc the idea of the Sides using human names was after Creativity split. Coz now they have two Sides going by the same title – it gets confusing

• coz realistically, why do the Sides need names. Why can't they just go by Deceit, Logic, etc.?

• The Split was no one's fault. It was simply Thomas' growth. Creativity was the whole of Thomas' creativity, so when they weren't compatible anymore, they split into what was Acceptable and what was Not

• og Creativity is gone. Parts of ourselves fade as we get older. It happens

• That doesn't mean the others didn't mourn while simultaneously trying to welcome the twins

• I like to think Roman remembers nothing. His first memory is waking up next to Remus

• Remus has some memories from og Creativity. It gave him major imposter syndrome coz those are not his memories. He claims he has no memory though

• Janus was closest w og Creativity. Remus remembered that so was naturally drawn to Janus. Remus was determined to make his own memories

okay HI. here r the images

Why today? Why today, of all days? Why any days, actually, because Camilo shouldn’t do this anymore, but if any day, why this one?

Life, apparently, is cruel, and so of course the night he couldn’t sleep is the night before a frankly overly busy day. From first thing this morning, Camilo’s been all over town, shifting from one form to the next, barely getting chance to return to himself, and all with nothing but a couple of broken hours of sleep and a healthy portion of his tia’s cooking for breakfast. Sure, it could be worse, he could have not slept at all and missed breakfast, but it still isn’t ideal.

He was tired before he started his chores for the day, but at least then he had the evening to look forward to. He’s got a date planned with Colin, and the exciement there had kept him going. Each shift got a little harder, a little slower, but he had a goal, and so he pushed through.

Perhaps unwisely, because now, as he approaches the veritable garden of a house where the witch lives, Camilo is filled with dread. Why? Because the feet on which he approaches and the hand with which he knocks on the door are not his own. None of his current form is his own. Instead, his appearance belongs to a young man from town.

Max: "Lorne?! You heard Lorne?!"

[In disbelief, Max stares at Sam, who is slouched on their sofa, staring off into the distance. His eyes were weary, as if they didn't already have that dead look.]

Max: "How is that possible? We ate him, remember? There's no way anyone could come back from that!"

Sam: "But he did.... of course, he did...."

[Max jumps onto the sofa right next to him.]

Sam: "I couldn't see him, but I heard him. It was as if he was standing right in front of me... He was... tormenting me, little buddy."

[Sam rubs his temple and the sleepy from his eyes. He sniffs. Max keeps staring and listening.]

Sam: "...why did we do it?"

Max: "What?"

Sam: "Why did I agree to eating Lorne?"

Max: "Sam--"

Sam: "We shouldn't have done it! I mean, yeah, he was insufferable and a creepy stalker, but--! Oh God... His mother..."

Max: "Sam, how were we supposed to know he had family nearby?"

Sam: "...."

[A moment of silence.]

Max: "We didnt know that! We thought he was just some lonely creep! If anything, what we did was the best thing we ever did. Not only did we have a wonderful date, but we got rid of a stalker!"

Sam: "No we didn't! Lorne is still here! Maybe it's guilt or insanity or the inevitable decay of this undead body, but I know he is still--"

[Sam suddenly pauses. His eyes shot up, now staring at across the office with a wide, fearful expression.]

Max: "Sam? Hey! Yo-hooo, are you okay? Uh... Sam?" *waves his hand over Sam's face* "Earth to Sam, I repeat, Earth to Sam!"

[Sam remains unwavered by Max's attempts to snap him out of this sudden trance. Confused, Max looks over at where he's staring at. Nothing. He looks back at Sam and gently nudge his shoulder.]

Max: "Sam...?"

Lorne: "Ah, good! You can see me now!"

Family., n.

When I was five, I remember my teacher announcing to the class that we had to do this activity where we have to draw our family and so I did. Only for me to receive a what I didn’t know back then- a look of pity.

I didn’t know why at that time so I looked at my seat mate’s drawing and then I looked back at my other classmate’s drawing and compared it with mine. I don’t know what’s wrong- I did draw my mom and my little brother wrapped in bed sheet and my dad but why did it look different?

When I got home, I remembered my mom giving me this look and my dad- I never saw him so scary looking. For a five year old, a fierce look is already scary, right? That was the first time my dad lashed out on me for making our family look like it was nowhere near a happy one.

I remembered running away afterwards, seeking solace in the rain, with my little umbrella as I crouched near this puddle and I kept asking why over and over. Why was I beaten up? Why was he mad? Why was the drawing wrong? Until I saw this... group of ducks.

A mother duck leading four ducklings towards the puddle and the mother duck stopped, looking for something- the stray fifth duckling. I remembered her being distressed until she found her little duckling, stumbling towards her.

Hah.

Looking back, I think I finally know now why the family picture I drew was different.

“Was it because of the ducks?”

*ahem* Yes.

Was I dead set in hurting this pair of brothers? Nooooo? Wasn’t really my intention but this is how I saw their family life was like before. Can’t they catch a break? Dammit. 

Okay, so I’ve written two drafts for this prompt- and I decided to go with this one because this looks like Gavin’s 2020 birthday karma in CH server. The other draft was saved though that one is more of self-projecting lol. 

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