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The Storyverse Amalgamations
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Welcome to the Storyverse Amalgamations!
This is where you get to drown within the Runes, between pen and page.
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☕Okay okay okay, we know we've haven't been around, and we totally- LOOK, A SQUIRREL PLAGIARIZING POE.☕
☕Aaanyways, here you go!☕

There's something between guilt and vindication.
Day Fourteen | Line[s] Fourteen | Three Day Deadlines
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"We can't leave him. We can't just fucking leave him to the Monsters." You know she's right, know that whatever fate awaited Lucas after death would be nothing to the defilement that the Monsters promised once the Facilities were cleared of the intruders. You can already see his bones scattered, his corpse rotted and hung, his body nothing more than another piece of a pile of hoard or something dragged until he was scattered through metal and stone, stained into forsaken misery. The image of all those lost explorers and scientists and crew sit in your mind, that disgusting shrine of bodies that those left behind made as their suits gave out. Samantha's voice is nothing but a whisper, but it's far too loud for your guilt. "We don't leave crew behind." That single beg forces humanity through your bones. You give Riley one look, point to the door and get him talking to Samantha before you turn your radio off so they can't kill you with her sobs.
July 15, 2025 at 4:14 AM
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☕We don't know why we tried to force ourselves onto one Work, when we know better.☕
☕Anyways, here we are, going off script bc we can.☕

Jasper is aware of many things. Just not these kinds.
Day Eight | Line[s] Eight | Before The Strings Are Cut
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He mutters a Curse, tries to run loops through his mind before the whisper of Magicks comes, the soft Existence settling against the door to his room. He barely breathes the words, gives the Observer the entirety of his attention. "What can I do for you, Master Observer?" The man hums without commitment, Jasper waiting for the words to follow suit as he drifts back into his thoughts over the Dragon. It takes a moment too long for him to notice that the Observer has given no words. He immediately drags himself to sit up, focusing on the Observer and noting the way he is staring. It is with all the dismissal that Mitch would never give; Cain is nothing like his brothers. He is expectant where Mitch would be curious; he is demanding where Abel would eb considerate. Jasper gives him a tired look, runs a hand over his face as he tries again. "If you are here to discuss the Rider, I am afraid that you probably hold more Knowledge than I do on the subject." The Observer lifts a brow, his head tilting in the soft familiarity of Knowledge not yet shared.
July 9, 2025 at 4:01 AM
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☕ Wandering further away from the main Works but honestly, we're having more fun with the Words, so. ☕

The Folokora stares at them with something akin to familiarity.
Day Seven | Line Seven | Deep Water Prompts
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The Elleth find the small Being within wooden cages, tiny and intricate in their slavery to ensure that the Folokora were forced into silence. They step onto the Ship with zero interest in anything that the Beings have to say. It is only the destination that brings their roots onto the soft ache of the Trees, the Ship humming low and true, only for the gentle rumble of the Elleth to hear and perceive. But something else notes their soft dance with the wood; the Elleth glances up just in time to note the soft whisper of wings, the tiny whistle of a chime.
July 8, 2025 at 5:14 AM
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☕Following the whims of our Creations, but here we are with something a bit random, but also a bit wonderful.☕

Nana says it is nothing more than a loan.
Day Five | Line Five | Random Writes
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You open the cupboard, know exactly where the jar is going to be. It sits in the exact middle of the entire space, menacing in a way that promised items are. You stare at the thing, know for a fact that there is absolutely nothing inside of that jar. How many times had you snuck your way into the cupboard, shaking and teasing and wondering? Nana had made it seem like something close to generations of wealth or secrets were stuck inside that sealed lid, and yet, all that damn glass collected was dust. You sigh, take a second to stare at the jar - always catching the light, always demanding attention even when the cupboard doors were closed - before you glance back at your Mama and give her a small frown.
July 6, 2025 at 4:06 AM
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☕ Shifting focus for a moment, but who wouldn't when you remember that you had a really good idea from before? ☕

They find Icarus among ruins and statues.
Day Four | Line[s] Four | Daedalus & Icarus
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He is everything that Daedalus remembers, nothing that Daedalus knows. Icarus stands before him, his son the perfect puzzle that he had been when he had been sent to freedom. But there is something about it, like Daedalus could outline every piece of his son, the cracks and grooves of someone putting him back together more apparent than the mosaic that now made him up. He stops dead in his tracks, notes the smile that carves itself into his son's face; fake, forgotten, nothing more than the motion and the expectation of what it should bring. "Father."
July 5, 2025 at 5:26 AM
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☕We ended up missing a day, but we are coming back and falling right into the brainrot for this new idea.☕

Imagine only being known by an Encounter.
Day Three | Line[s] Three | The Vessel & The Slave
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"I don't know yet. But it is different, Cider." He smiles wide, noting the nickname and hating it already. "I have a name." The Argoxian hums loudly, the mischief settling in their eyes without regret. "I never asked."
July 4, 2025 at 4:31 AM
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☕ hello and how are you, fellow Wanderers? ☕
☕ Yes, yes we are back. No, no we still don't know. ☕

There is agony in the peace of their Purpose.
Day One | Line[s] One | The Vessel & The Slave
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They shift barely, note the Survivor sitting next to them. Their face is in their hands, and they keep themselves bowed against themselves even as their voice comes, their back shuddering as they drag air through their lungs. "You cannot destroy their body so carelessly." A small thought to the focus of that broken voice; not for them, but amusement sits under their skin like barely controlled laughter. They swallow the emotions, force their hand into motion, their focus into the bones, their purpose into the mind instead of the passive control of the Blessing. They touch the Survivor's head, barely sit their fingers in their hair. The Survivor throws their head up, abandoning their hand to stare them down. They blink, realize there is too much emotion in those eyes. Tears are making rivers out of their cheeks and their lips are opening for their teeth. They choke on their shame, the sob barely coming out even as they stare them down. "You cannot keep doing this."
July 2, 2025 at 6:32 AM
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🪷 We actually had fun writing today, even though we think we ended up with something a little less focused, a little more instinctual. 🪷

"Do not fear me. Fear yourself."
Day Three | Line[s] Three | The Records of Asteria Borealis
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You have to wonder what you look like, clawing your Existence through the very air of the Forests, clinging to anything that would pull you further from the Beast and Being that is hunting you down. You wonder how you must seem, tearing through the World itself, trying to find something that you are starting to think never thought to exist for you in the first place. The voice hits your ears, a scream against the hysteria already sitting in your skull. “You’ve never looked at me like that before.” There is something in that thought, something in the way the entire World seems to snap out of and into focus with it. You cannot think about, cannot linger on the moment, know that if you stutter now, the only thing waiting for you being the rattling bag of bones you trick yourself into hearing, far too loud and far too close for anything but your horror. The Hunter is closing in; you almost lose yourself to stupidity and give your voice to the Silent Night as the thought claws out your reason.
December 4, 2024 at 6:28 AM
natsumerune.bsky.social
🪷 Was a bit harder today, to write and think, but I do think we ended up with quite the thought. Maybe you can peek it tomorrow as well. 🪷

There is something waiting for you in the snow.
Day Two | Line Two | The Records of Asteria Borealis
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That seems to drag the Being into action; you flinch as it throws the sack over its shoulders, the noise of the contents ringing louder than the Storm around you. It digs into its form, a hand holding the shifting form of something before you watch a horn touch its lips. A sound of something ungodly comes, the mixture of Beasts screaming into the night air as the horn drags hysteria through your blood and bones. You press against the Tree, wish it is not the thing that is behind you, something in the noise of the horn reminding you of the Beast of the Lake, of the hanging men, the blue fire of the devils itself. You stare at the Nightmare, note that it is no longer blowing into the horn, the only screech being the echo of it within your ears.
December 3, 2024 at 7:05 AM
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🪷 Starting out the month strong with a new challenge and a new bit of the Storyverse dragging us into madness. 🪷

You need to figure something out before Midnight.
Day One | Line One | The Records of Asteria Borealis
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You stutter in your steps as you hear it, the loud and ominous toll of a clock that has been counting down your demise. The vibrations of the bell sit just under your skin, ensuring that you know it is ever present, coming for you every hour, counted upon without your awareness save the reminder that not even Time is on your side. You shudder through the tolls, hold yourself as the bell drives itself further and further into your blood and bone. The clock ticks itself to something close to midnight, and there is something in that thought.
December 2, 2024 at 7:42 AM
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🪷 We are ending this month with a complete challenge and a thought for the next month! 🪷

There is a Beast before you.
Content Warning: Corpses, Death Mention
Day Thirty | Line Thirty | The Records of Asteria Borealis
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There are corpses hanging from its antlers. There is something wrong in that thought, something that makes you stare, willing your brain to supply different Knowledge. It is almost as if the Beast is its own hanging tree, the soft sway of the bodies as it moves forward doing nothing but give your mind the unhelpful thought of how frozen they must be. You stare, mind bending entirely to the Beast that seems to be more than aware of your Existence. You watch as it steps forward, note that there is a glow to the Beast, different than the white burn of the snow and storm around it. It bleeds in electric blue, your mind noting that there are flames sitting over it, as if its fur is nothing but the burn of something unholy.
December 1, 2024 at 6:10 AM
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🪷 Another day, another session of rewriting old things and forgetting that the Works exist. Though I do love the thought of immortality versus invincibility. 🪷

Content Warning: Blood, Injury
Day Twenty Nine | Line[s] Twenty Nine | Random Writes
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“Oh my, how noble.” She barely pays attention to the Ancient, focus bent entirely as she runs to Aiden and pulls him against her. Blood drains from his body like a leaky pipe, the Immortal gagging hard as red saliva slips from his mouth. He struggles to even stay with her, eyes emptying by the second as Elaine chokes on words. He manages to drag a stain over her clothes, hand fumbling to do more than spread his red Existence over her clothes. Elaine tries to focus, tries to force herself into anything other than hearing the ring of Aiden’s previous thoughts sitting in her ears, far too loud for a memory that barely matters now. ‘It always hurts.’ ‘Immortality never equates to invincibility.’ Elaine feels herself holding tighter onto the Immortal, eyes barely taking in the Ancient’s advance as her mind empties of everything but the single thought of the dying man in her arms.
November 30, 2024 at 6:30 AM
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🪷 Ended up having quite the busy day and quite the tired night, but we did manage to get some kinds of words down. I [ only slightly ] apologize. 🪷

Mitch meets quite a Child within the Worlds.
Day Twenty Eight | Line Twenty Eight | Mitch's Journals
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Mitch lifts a brow at her, notes the tears in her eyes, the bruises along her body. Her clothes fit too loosely on her, doing nothing to hide the abuse that is peeking out from underneath them. She is barely a child, neglect doing more to disguise her than anything the child tried to hide. Mitch takes in everything, waits for the child’s mind to process what is before her. He almost expects some sort of fight; blinks as the child barely takes a breath before she spins around and fumblers her way over the fence again. She doesn’t even look back, Mitch watching as she retreats down the mountainside without a single complaint.
November 29, 2024 at 7:02 AM
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🪷 It was a transcription day, but I do think we did enjoy stopping from the records and instantly rewriting things as we went along. 🪷

The First is calling him.
Day Twenty Seven | Line Twenty Seven | Mitch's Journals
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Mitch blinks as he notes the soft echoes of a voice, caught in the wind and carried to him as he shifts from his perch in the Trees, branches too high to perceive anything but the whispers of the Skies as they dance through leaves and vines. He looks up from his ink and page, tilts his head as he listens to the breeze, tries to catch whatever it is that is trying to reach him. He can feel eyes and focus on him and it takes him only a second longer before he notes the First, the Trees shivering happily as the Observer’s voice carries throughout the entirety of the Garden.
November 28, 2024 at 6:28 AM
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🪷 It is quite the feeling when you get devoured by the desire to rewrite things and figure out where all of the old words went. Anyway. 🪷

He is beginning to wonder if this was a good idea.
Day Twenty Six | Line Twenty Six | Bentley's Resolve
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He stares at the estate before him, the rolling expanse of well-kept grass and garden, the soft whisper of maintained paths and walks, the gentle notes of the house that sits with a confidence that only age can afford a building. He glances down at the gate before him, the single thing keeping him in the safety of neutral ground instead of bleeding him into the hostile fields of the estate’s boundaries. It sits without a single note of decay or neglect; the letters and numbers proudly display the address and name of the estate and its Master. It is the same address that sits in the corner of the envelope the Reaper is holding, and he barely glances between the two in a feeble attempt to hold an excuse to not continue on this stupid misadventure.
November 27, 2024 at 6:32 AM
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⛈️ A bit of a harder day, but it was filled with some good thoughts and words. Straying from the Works once again, though it's not too bad. ⛈️

There is something special in a reunion.
Day Twenty Five | Line[s] Twenty Five | Random Writes
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“Bentley Thaddeus Hawkes; what a sight to behold.” He throws a bored glare at the Being, sees that familiar smile and those familiar eyes, blazing with an excitement that meant nothing good. He is still dressed as he always is, with a suit that is dark in all the right places and light where it matters. It takes him a second to even realize that the man holds nothing of surprise or even confusion. He leans against the door frame in only one stance; perfect expectation. He hates it more than the Shade’s echoing laughter.
November 26, 2024 at 6:13 AM
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⛈️ A good day indeed; we hit our goal for the month, which means that anything past this is simply the symphonies of the victorious. ⛈️

Aiden is once again abusing his ink and page.
Day Twenty Four | Line Twenty Four | Grayland's Shadow
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I sigh as I visit the office, walking into the room and noting right off that there is anxiety and suspicion sitting in the air, stale and expectant. I blink as Aiden keeps his focus on the desk and the papers laid out before him, his pen scribbling with annoyance as he tries to form something onto the blank pages. I close the door behind me, lift a brow as I focus on the Immortal in time to see his annoyance flare to life. He crumble a page, instantly abandoning it to the floor before he drags another victim to him, eyes focused on the emptiness for a moment before he drags a hand through his hair and sighs. I wait, almost note his focus flicking to the door, to the rest of the room, to the potential visitor that is waiting for his attention.
November 25, 2024 at 6:11 AM
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⛈️ Ended up being able to write through quite a few points throughout the different Works. So definitely a good day for writing. ⛈️

It is a risk he is willing to take, if only for a chance.
Day Twenty Three | Line[s] Twenty Three | The Villain's Hero
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“But that’s not what branded you a traitor.” Reyna hums, the noise low and deadly. Elias is more than aware of how close he is getting to the volatile anger that the Hero picked up from being tossed in here with him. He waits it out, listens to the hum before it dies out and silence comes again. He wonders if she will say anything, if she will retreat, if he will have to guess and risk the ire of a child who could not be good enough for those who shaped her entirety. The former comes, though it is with all the precautions of Elias poking a sleeping Shifter.
November 24, 2024 at 6:43 AM
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⛈️ More random words from random thoughts and random reworkings of older writings. All in all, still a good day, even if the Works were abandoned. ⛈️

It is a terrible, enticing thought.
Day Twenty Two | Line[s] Twenty Two | Random Writes
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They walk in silence, Neal taking in the soft consideration she continues to give him. He has to wonder of her thoughts; there has to be something there, sitting in her mind, that she wants to pursue. He is everything she is not, everything that could be defined against her Existence. He is more than aware of the fact, knows that she holds some Knowledge on the thought as well. She is cunning, sly in a way that makes Mitch keep track, waiting for any moment that would give him the right to destroy her from the Lands. Neal stutters as he has a thought, one he knows Mitch would hate him for.
November 23, 2024 at 6:37 AM
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⛈️ Ended up finding the inspiration to switch gears and land inside a different Work. It ended up being a good decision. ⛈️

Mercury can be terrible, even if he is also right.
Day Twenty One | Line[s] Twenty One | Gateways Through The Galaxies
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Mercury smiles though, the mischief more than obvious in his eyes as he leans to Alec with exaggerated seriousness before Zan can stop him. “You turn to stardust, shooting star. Fade into the Gateways themselves and never come back.” Alec pales, both Worldfarers seeing the horror playing out on his face. Mercury laughs, but Zan instantly smacks the Worldfarer’s shoulder, throwing her hands up to chase him off as she rolls her eyes. “You’re going to freak him out before his first voyage!” “I’m just ki~dding! I swear, Humanity will believe anything but the truth."
November 22, 2024 at 6:46 AM
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🪷 A bit of a hard time writing within the Works, so I took a detour once again to rewrite something. I think it ended up going well. 🪷

Cyrus requires a little more attention than he likes.
Day Twenty | Line Twenty | Random Rewrites
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The tiny memory of his vision swimming, of the sensation of the ground racing to meet him, his horse’s panicked reaction and one of the Guard’s choked anxiety comes to Cyrus. He feels embarrassment and shame hit his stomach, swallows hard as he focuses on the King again. The Immortal’s smile falters softly, a small frown replacing it as he places a hand on Cyrus’ head. Healing bleeds through the man, Cyrus still amazed at the whispered relief and heat that floods his body, dismantling everything but health and peace.
November 21, 2024 at 6:38 AM
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🪷 Ended up having so much fun writing today! And I have to say, that I did not worry about much of anything; it is quite nice to just write. 🪷

Mitch is both wonderful and terrible.
Day Nineteen | Line[s] Nineteen | Random Writes
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And you know better than to find something to entangle yourself with? Mitch’s soft tease comes through on the heels of his soft instruction; Neal snort a little as he balances on a root that shifts for him. Yes Mitch, I know. The Observer bleeds soft amusement to Neal, the Immortal taking note of the lingering of their minds. He rolls his eyes, shakes his head before he gently bleeds confidence to his brother. I will be fine. Go on, Mitch. I know you are dying to know of the World. The Observer hums, the sound reverberating through Neal’s mind. It is something so soothing, that Neal is almost loathe to lose it. But his brother gives him his privacy back as his focus dies down to the gentle whisper of their Connection.
November 20, 2024 at 6:17 AM
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🪷 Another good day for writing and realizing that sometimes, even if you just write without a lot of rigid structure, it ends up going well. 🪷

The Cheshire Cat makes its appearance.
Day Eighteen | Line[s] Eighteen | The Mad Hatter & The Outsider
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Chaos explodes in the next moment, everyone jumping to crowd against Alice and the Stranger, their demands barely audible and reasonable as they try to make a grab for Cards. Alice instantly tries to back away, stuffs her Cards into her pocket as she keeps eyes on the Cat. Her Joker is still in its hands and Alice knows that the cat is just as aware as she is. It looks right at her, Alice trying to claw her way to it. There is more than mischief in its eyes, Alice feeling the wrongness as she tries to reach for the Cat. And wrongness comes, the Cheshire Cat devouring her Joker in one exaggerated gulp.
November 19, 2024 at 7:02 AM
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🪷 Had a lot of fun writing today! Ended up with both some amazing words for a Work and a Prompt. Wonderful work, I think. 🪷

Sometimes, things are done simply because they are fun.
Day Seventeen | Line[s] Seventeen | The Mad Hatter & The Outsider
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“Is that why your response was a confetti bomb?” The Mad Hatter laughs, the noise so much more than the nervous bubbles of Insanity's laughter. It holds too much of the man that Alice misses, too much of the memories that she hates to cling to. The Hatter waves a hand in front of him, gives Alice a wink as he touches a finger to his forehead. “No, I sent a confetti bomb because I thought it would be fun.”
November 18, 2024 at 7:42 AM
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🪷 A bit of a harder day, once again. Something about the focus was just in our cards, but we did manage the words, if only by tooth and nail. 🪷

Maybe all you can do is come back, even if it is wrong.
Day Sixteen | Line[s] Sixteen | Random Writes
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I know it is wrong, can tell from the moment that everything comes crashing back down on me. It is like the wellspring of Knowledge has broken, drowning my mind with everything that was and is and will be. There is an air to it, stale and forsaken and slightly forgotten. Like I was not supposed to come back, it was not meant for me, but I still was forced into it. Given back even though nothing waited for me.
November 17, 2024 at 6:06 AM