Fic or Treat 2025 - Sun's Door
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Sun's Door
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What's in the Bowl? light-hearted clothed pinup sketches (any fandom), blorbo as a sketched cartoon bipedal bunny that's legally distinct from Succubuns (any fandom), 5 song playlists, bug facts, drabbles in select fandoms (Invisible Inc., FE:3H, fantasy/sci-fi OW)
Let Me Know: which character/s you'd be interested in seeing, if there's a specific type of music you'd like for character/ship/group (and preferred method of sharing music - youtube, spotify, simply a list?), if you have any cool bug facts, and if you're after a drabble, you're welcome to leave a prompt (and here's a list of various -tober prompt events you can browse if you like! [bsky link])
Other info: G-T rating for art, G-E rating for drabbles (happy to write gen, NSFW, or darker content). My creator DNWs are grief/mourning, pregnancy, and underage sexual content!
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Date: 2025-10-24 07:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-10-31 07:54 pm (UTC)***
Clem is a scientist, requiring logic and repetition and peer review, but it doesn’t stop her from hunching at the feeling she’s being watched.
It’s only a gut feeling, but she can’t afford to be caught in the scrapyard. She vaults over the mech she’s been scavenging and ducks, squinting through the torn-open remains of the mechanical torso into the gloom.
A translucent face stares back.
“I mean well!” The ghost says as Clem slaps a hand over her mouth to stifle a scream. “I’ll help you find the doohickey!”
Clem slowly lowers her hand.
“How about a plasma carburettor?”
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Alien vines wind around the ruins of the spaceship, sprouting into all the small places you didn’t think existed. You’ve had plenty of time to map them all out, because you’re alone here, and you can’t wander too far away from the wreck.
This forest is no longer strange to you, so you recognise the sound of human footsteps immediately.
Don’t, you want to say. Stay away. Danger.
Come closer, you want to say. Talk to me. Please, see me.
In the end, you can do neither. You tell yourself that, whatever the consequence, it can’t possibly be your fault.