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Current Location: the internet

Man. Existing in the current social media environment is hard.

I want to talk to people, but talking too much is annoying. I want my work to get attention, but plugging too much is annoying. But if I don't constantly talk or reblog my own work, it gets buried under everything else.

Honestly, this feels like the worst parts of real life interaction all mashed into one.

Current Mood: disheartened

The humans arrived just barely after true dusk. They were all wearing their helmets. They were also wearing what were obviously weapons. Harley had a rifle strapped to her back, Egbert had what looked like an actual warhammer, and Strider had his sword. Even Lalonde had what looked like a small pistol hanging off her hip in addition to the usual daysr. They weren't huge, compared to some adult trolls, but they were definitely soldiers. The way they held themselves belied some kind of training, or at least practice. Lalond kept to the front, Egbert and Harley flanked her, and Strider took up the rear. They were on high alert. Was it possible they were expecting an ambush?

Full chapter on AO3!

Current Mood: accomplished

"Dave, we will talk later. You are not allowed to talk. Remember?"

Strider's posture communicated that he was not done talking, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he made a gesture with his hands where one finger was extended on each hand. It prompted Lalonde to roll her eyes and say something sharp in Human to him. Then he went back to standing at attention, for all the worlds a perfect soldier.

Aliens, Karkat decided once more, were fucking bugnuts.

I miss writing for these lunatics.

Oh right I have this DW thing. Might mirror Occupation here or use it to post other fic thingamawhats.

Series: Broken World
Prompt: Picnic
Characters: Lance, Eric
Summary: There's a strange boy living in the park.

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Series: Broken World
Prompt: Psychic/ Superpowers
Summary: A strange man wants to take Devon away.

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Series: Sherlock BBC
Prompt: John is a mastermind with his own agenda.
Synopsis: John can't stop Sherlock from meeting with Moriarty without blowing his cover: the John Watson everyone knows is just a front.
Rating: PG-13, swearing and violence

( The problem with geniuses... )

Series: Broken World
Prompt: Zombies
Synopsis: Isaac doesn't understand his new partner.

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Series: Broken World
Prompt: Nightmares
Synopsis: During the day Matilda has the whole world fooled; Helen knows the truth.

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Series: Broken World
Prompt: Therapy
Synopsis: He can't fix everything.

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It was a miracle that people had managed to survive this close to the Rifts for so long. That’s what the preacher said. Eric looked over the warped houses, patched up with God-knows-what and occasionally seeming to move, and thought there was probably a better word for it. No one in their right mind lived on the front lines.

And here I am, he thought.

Gunshots broke him out of his thoughts. West. Eric signaled to the men behind him. They moved out, too quick to be silent.

They found the preacher’s body in front of a large house. His gun was three meters away.

“Search the area!”

Eric’s men spread out. He and Lt. Carver approached the house. The preacher had gone on ahead to talk to the residents. Stupid. The house’s door had a black X painted on it. The windows were painted over. Marked.

“We need backup.”

Dusting off the account a bit. I'm not really that big into journaling anymore, but I do still like reading fan works and stuff. I might post stuff up here occasionally, but usually I'm too busy with grad school.

Might as well post some writing or something to this journal. This was originally posted to Ficly.

( For Sean. )

Current Mood: tired

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Occupation Chapter 5

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Origfic prompt: Picnic

Origfic prompt: Psychic/ Super powers

Sherlock Prompt:

Origfic prompt: Zombies

Origfic prompt: Nightmares

Origfic prompt: Therapy

Origfic prompt: Insanity

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