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[LR-003] Alone by sosiqui, literature

[LR-003] Alone

They are used to being two-in-one. It is a normal state of existence. They are, emphatically, unused to being more than that. The Labyrinth unravels them. They are two threads braided so tightly that they may as well be one, but the Labyrinth sees their edges and grips them and pulls. They strain towards each other in panic, then separate in a rush of disorientation and pain. ... They have never been separate before. One-in-one. They have never been Alone. One... is one, and what sense is it to be called One when there is no Two? One wonders desperately if Two feels the same, their panic increasing as Two's thoughts do not flow back to t

[LR-002] follow follow follow follow follow fall by sosiqui, literature

[LR-002] follow follow follow follow follow fall

Blue sky, green grass, yellow brick. Their hooves clop pleasantly against the road below. The flowers wave in the wind, sending their sweet, metallic tang over the landscape. The road slices across the hills like a scar that meanders and twists like a wound like a perfectly normal road. Mym has always been here, walking this road, hooves thudding and shrieking and making completely normal sounds with every step. we have lost the ability to choose otherwise. Their companions make merry jests, flicking in and out of existence the way normal people do all the time, of course, their edges shifting and dancing and never quite right except that t

[LR-001] Shallow Reflections by sosiqui, literature

[LR-001] Shallow Reflections

Mym is not accustomed to feeling unease. Imparting it to others, yes. That is their purpose, or at least part of it. They walk the distortions of nightmare with confidence and ease, well aware that they are usually the most frightening thing in the room, so to speak. Other nightmares are simply the same sort of trickery they themselves employ, produced by a being of their own kind. No need to worry, no need to fear. This, though... Mym feels worry. They feel unease. They do not feel fear, they tell themselves, in the quiet of their twin minds. They should know how they came to be here. When one of them is incapacitated, the other remember

[Staff-003] What Is and Isn't by sosiqui, literature

[Staff-003] What Is and Isn't

Mym padded calmly through the fog, their heads turning, scanning the shadows that lurked beyond the obscuring mist. It was difficult to tell what, exactly, they were walking through; the angularity of the shadows suggested something built, not grown, but it was never safe to assume anything in the realm of nightmares. "One?" Two asked, pausing their movement and holding one forehoof aloft. "Two?" One replied, twitching their head towards Two, their braids swaying with the gesture. "We want it to be something," Two complained, stomping the hoof down with an impatient clack; by the sound, the surface beneath them was concrete, maybe. Again,

[Staff-002] In the Patch by sosiqui, literature

[Staff-002] In the Patch

"Once upon a time, in a far-off country, the people were plagued by a terrible curse. The light of the moon was tainted, and any living thing left outside to bathe in moonlight on the night of a full moon would be irrevocably changed. From that night forth, the unfortunate creature would be driven to seek blood to sustain its own life, attacking other living beings to feed. When a human was thus tainted, they were known by one word: vampire. Many hundreds of stories have been written about vampires who were once human. But little is said about those other creatures who might fall victim to the moonlight curse. It was not only humans

[Staff-001] Nautilus Core Boss Fight by sosiqui, literature

[Staff-001] Nautilus Core Boss Fight

The warped metal walls of the station open up into a vast room (a docking bay, perhaps?) lined with cracked screens. Static and blinking red eyes play over the screens, interspersed with garbled images of all kinds - everything from what look like dull stock photos to strange, layered scenes that seem to move in your peripheral vision. A sweeping web of wires connects to a hub in the center of the room, upon which waits SIREN, the FINAL BOSS. INTRO: She gazes down at you, hands fanning over the wires for a moment like a musician preparing to play a stringed instrument. "You weren't supposed to make it this far," she says, frankly, giving you

[WND-003] By Any Other Name by sosiqui, literature

[WND-003] By Any Other Name

It took about two, maybe three hours for Naea's patience to run out. Rhea had been expecting it, had been watching the parasitic Stygian carefully for the tell-tale signs: lashing tail, gnashing teeth, pawing at the ground, looking balefully at nothing. So the actual explosion, when it happened, wasn't really a surprise. It was still startling, though. The strange tinny music of the rose maze was abruptly split by a shriek of sheer frustration and fury. "DONE! DONE DONE DONE DONE," Naea snarled, wheeling on the nearest hedge and leaping into it, jaws and mandibles snapping, emanating pure hunger and hate. Rhea paused in her map-making, warily watching Naea's assault on the hedge, just in case something in the maze took exception to Naea's actions. Naea tore their way through the hedge like a weed whacker, their tail snapping at the air for a moment before they vanished into the hole they'd made. For a moment, the tinny music faltered; it sounded like someone coughed, then giggled.

[WND-002] Maddening Tea by sosiqui, literature

[WND-002] Maddening Tea

The tea garden was immaculate, at least relatively. The tea setting was sumptuous, largely because Rhea had smoothly taken charge while Naea glowered in the background, huffing with pointed annoyance every time Rhea donated some of their hard-earned treats to the party effort. Just one more thing, according to the sign. One little eensy weensy itsy bitsy thing. The instant Rhea started arranging the mome raths on the tray, Naea exploded. "Cannot have! Will not share!" the parasitic Stygian hissed, all the hair running down their spine bristling impressively as Naea snarled at the sign, drool trailing from their snarling mouth. The mome raths huddled together in the center of the tray, trying to climb on top of each other and largely failing. "Naea," Rhea said sharply, as the sign... bristled? (could a sign bristle? nevertheless, Rhea got the distinct sense that the sign was bristling, its edges fuzzed as if with rising splinters) in return. "They're not yours, dearheart."

[WND-001] Hairballs by sosiqui, literature

[WND-001] Hairballs

"Don't you dare," Rhea hissed, grabbing Naea's face with both hands. The parasitic Stygian's cheeks were puffed out a bit, as if their mouth was full; a bit of technicolor fluff protruded from between their teeth. "Spit it out. Now." Naea hissed and said... something, though they were also keeping their jaws clamped shut even as Rhea tried to force their mouth open. Whatever Naea said, it was thoroughly muffled by a mouthful of mome rath. Lovely, fluffy mome rath, which Rhea would normally have been completely fine feeding to Naea. But this was different. She needed this one. Naea's jaws worked, and Rhea growled. "Spit it out!" Without warning, Rhea released Naea's face, turned, and slapped Naea on the back, as hard as she could. Naea wheezed, hacked, and coughed a lump of soggy fur into the grass. Rhea snatched it up immediately. The mome rath was sodden but seemed otherwise all right. Hopefully. "No," Rhea said sternly turning back to Naea, who was still coughing, their tail

[COL-005] Needlework by sosiqui, literature

[COL-005] Needlework

Zephyrus hadn't been sure about even attending the events at the Dusk Coliseum; just being there, seeing the mostly friendly mingling of Treats and Stygians made him uneasy. And that, in turn, annoyed him. He hadn't asked to be involved in Royal Vanilla's obsessive vendetta, yet he was also afraid of her anger being turned on him. Would being at these games be viewed as a betrayal? He was really, really tired of thinking that way. Actually participating in a challenge had seemed much too dangerous - calling attention to himself wasn't a comfortable thought. And yet, when he saw one particular challenge... Well, it had been a long time since he'd last picked up a needle. The arena featured a table strewn with different kinds of fabric, and a pink Stygian was already at work when Zephyrus entered. They offered him a smile that seemed more companionable than competitive, and something in Zephyrus' heart eased a little. He'd done a lot of sewing, before - he didn't trust anyone else

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she/her | lesbian | neurodiverse | happily married I love to commission art and collect adopts when finances allow! I also write for the ARPGs I'm in and sometimes post messy doodles. More info on my OCs and adopts is on my toyhou.se. Icon by miizue.