Rafal In TOTSMOV41 - Tumblr Posts
@discjude Thank you! This is a good one!
he lived, served cunt. died. got resurrected, served cunt again. died even harder.
Here's rough dialogue from a more skeleton-like section of the outline of TOTSMOV41, not fully "rendered" yet:
Agatha: What's he doing out of the grave?
Sophie: I don’t know!
Rafal: Taking a stroll out and about. Being dead is rather pointless. Had to stretch my legs.
Agatha: Can’t you put him back?
Sophie: Ah, well, I’m afraid the flower didn’t offer me a receipt. Besides, even if I could return him, I wouldn’t. I just got him back!
Agatha: Flower? What flower? Are you all right? Are you drugged?
Rafal coughed to interject.
Sophie spoke over him: It’s complicated.
Agatha: But—
Rafal coughed again and cleared his throat, but the girls paid him no mind.
Agatha: Why?
Rafal: As much as I don’t want this quarrel to end, I think we should flee.
The girls looked back.
And together, the three ran.
I never wanted to be a pile of dirt before, but there you have it. I’ve never wanted to be a freshly dug grave more in my life.
““And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.””
— Friedrich Nietzsche
I love the phrase "they get along like a house on fire". It's perfect. You and me have perfect chemistry and it's setting off the carbon monoxide detectors. People are calling emergency services to get us to stop being so chummy. Someone died
can you come collect your freak of a man please. He’s doing things
reblog if you like your blorbo covered in blood
“It seems to me that the dead only return for love or for revenge. Who did you come back for?”
— Helen Oyeyemi, White is for Witching
rip "we drowned in a bathtub." "all three of you?" scene. gone but not forgotten.
When you encounter someone you haven't seen for a while and they ask you how you're doing:
back by unpopular demand: me
About to take the longest bath ever
(The fic exists in my head and as a partial WIP.)
#Major Character Undeath
#Psyche Travel
#Reconstructive Memory Errors
#No rest for the wicked
#The dead speak ill of the living?
#Language twisting
#Exact Words
#Let’s play a rousing game of: Exploit the Loophole
#Speedrun plot
#Mild torture
#Angst
#Angst of the Existential Variety
#Banter
#Arguments
#Manipulation
reblog with the ao3 tags for one or several of the fics that only exist in your head
Steps towards you wetly
characters who dig themselves out of their graves (whether literal or metaphorical) are at the top of the list. nothing beats a character who should have died but didn't and comes back to haunt their own life and the world around them, benevolent or violent it doesn't matter, it's enthralling either way
Inspired by the nursery rhyme "Rub-a-dub-dub":
Rub-a-dub-dub, Three mortals in a tub, And who do you think they be? The princess, the witch, the former School Master, Run from the burnt Wizard Tree.
if she's your girl then how come she's hallucinating my 10,000-y.o. dripping wet corpse
‘don’t you want your favourite character to be happy???’ no? i want my favourite character to be interesting. i want me to be happy. which sometimes involves my favourite character being in exquisite agony
when a powerful figure is reduced to kneeling. when the lord is forced to bow. when the exile stumbles into an unwelcoming bar. when the “beast” is chained by their horns. when a god is dragged behind their enemy’s chariot, a captive and trophy. when the loyal “guard dog” character is muzzled and the silver-tongued thief falls silent in horror.
that’s the shit
it’s about the contrapasso. the reversal of roles and the sudden, plunging terror of being unable to hide.
oh and that gap in my resume is when i was digging my own grave