By the way, the chatzy from the old shipping thread is still active. If you want in, PM me. It's mostly just three people who log in once every two weeks or something and it would be nice if we could get it more active and make friends or something idk.
twelvethousandants wrote:I came here expecting memes and then people were?? actually serious about writing angsty fics??? well it's like 3 people but still
here is my unfinished, to be forever unfinished, contribution to this budding fanfic community (arso x ww, deliberately androgynous. personally I imagined it as m/m but y'know diversity) Spoiler:Wiping a few beads of sweat off my brow, I dumped the empty cans in a neat hedgerow. The whole place stunk of gas.
And yes, it was satisfying (and no one would understand, but it truly was), but it was also hard work for someone who wasn’t particularly athletic – not for a lack of want, but more that tomorrow was always the day that I’d actually do some exercise except from carting around incriminating cans of gas in the middle of the night.
Suddenly I was a little too aware of the gas that had soaked through my gloves.
What a pain. . . Dragging myself out of my house in the morning (working on 5 hours of sleep – god, I hadn’t really thought this through) it was to the sounds of shouts that were far too energetic to exist at daybreak. Well – energetic probably wasn’t quite the word. Shocked, perhaps?
A corpse laden with bullet wounds was collapsed on the ground.
Sucking in a breath between my teeth (it smelled to high heavens – and why wouldn’t someone just burn it instead of staring at it) I stepped forwards, tugging a folded piece of paper out of one of his jacket pockets. A few people murmured at my actions, but I paid them no attention, reading out the words painstakingly printed in neat script.
“This is noscope360 Ivo Sorrel.” Another round of murmurs, still hushed, as if anything louder would shatter the delicate peace. (It still smelled thickly of blood.) “He was a Sheriff. Visited-“ and here I squinted, attempting to decipher the rushed lettering. “Elyot yesterday. Nothing suspicious was found.” Dropping the will on the ground, someone rushed to catch it.
Useless.
I left the group, standing to one side, where it didn’t smell quite so… pungent.
Who was Elyot, anyway? Eyes flicking around, they caught onto another pair, staring me down from the other side of the platform this town was centred around. Their face was heavily shadowed, deep black hair obscuring their eyes, but I could see clear muscle on those arms.
A few goosebumps went up my spine (because hell, they could run over here and beat me up or pin me down-) and I determinedly looked away.
Now the group had begun questioning some lady wrapped in 20 different shawls, and it looked close to erupting into violence. Another heavily built man had dragged the corpse to one side, and people snuck looks at it every now and again in some kind of morbid curiosity.
Messy.
Totally lacking in style.
Disgusting.
My hands still smelled uncomfortably of disinfectant.
“There’s gas on my house!” At once, the town fell silent, Shawl Lady taking the initiative to slink to one side. Someone had burst out of their house (neat hedgerows with tended-to flowerbeds, and a new addition of 2 empty gas cans in a nearby bush) looking panicked.
“Gas?” One of the people who’d been leading the questioning against Lady Shawl now turned on the still slightly drowsy newcomer. “What the hell is going on?”
“Gas, hmm?” A low mumble came from beside me, and I instantly jerked away, putting my hands up in the surrender position. “I’m not going to hurt you, Cheyne-“ and as if sidling up next to me wasn’t strange enough, now he knew my name, jesus Christ on a stick- “-I just want to get to know you. So, gas?”
“Pretty weird, right?” Forcing a grin onto my lips, I watched the figure next to me – the staring muscle-y shadow now slightly clearer at close proximity. A long fringe obscured most of their face, although deep bags could just about be seen underneath two, cold eyes. Their clothes bordered unkempt.
then they kissed and the world caught on fire and the end warning has only been proofread by microsoft word but I'd like to think that I could produce high-quality shitfics
I SNORTED WATER
Very nicely written. Too bad it's unfinished. You flesh the characters out very well in few sentences. And, honestly, this thread is pretty much half memes and half seriousness. All's good.
