Fanfic timestamp meme???

[half_life_wolf]

Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

Stolen from urban_anchorite because I am having a difficult time

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Cor Cordum (2/2)

[half_life_wolf]

One shard of memory, but one, you hold on to-- and that is standing on a ridge outside your home on a moonless night, eyes tipped towards the heavens, towards the stars as wind ruffled your hair and the tall grass beneath your feet. In the valley below, lights bob and dip and dance, moving in steady orbit past your hill in mimicry of celestial bodies, arching out patterns in the dust as lanternbearers sway with the music of eternity, unheard by all but the purest of souls. He is not with you, but his shadow is at your side, and soon there are chimes sounding just for you.

AG: WHAT ARE THEY DOING?
EB: communing with the gods, i think. truth be told, i never much understood it.
AG: IT LOOKS SO...
EB: don't start, karkat.
AG: I WAS GOING TO SAY 'PEACEFUL', FUCKASS.
AG: WHEN YOU ASSUME, IT MAKES AN ASS OUT OF YOU.
EB: i think you got that saying wrong, haha
EB: anyway, really?
AG: YEAH, WHAT OF IT?
EB: i don't know. it's just... kind of unexpected, coming from you.
EB: i thought you hated gods!
AG: HOW CAN I HATE SOMETHING THAT I AM?
AG: SOMETHING THAT YOU WERE, ONCE?
AG: ...WAIT, FUCK, DON'T ANSWER THAT, WE'LL BOTH LOOK RETARDED.
AG: FORGET IT.
EB: it just makes me sad, really.
AG: WHAT, THE DANCING? I MEAN, YEAH, THEY'RE KIND OF FLAILING AROUND LIKE DRUNK YOUNGLINGS AT THEIR FIRST CARNIVASCUVAL, BUT NOTHING WORTHY OF, SAY, GOUGING YOUR EYES OUT WITH PINS OR ANYTHING.
AG: FOR SOMEONE WHO COMPLAINS ABOUT HOW SUPPOSEDLY 'ANGRY' I AM, YOU SURE ARE A WET BLANKET, EDWIN.
EB: no, not that. well, i mean, yes, kind of that.
EB: but mostly it's just... lonely.
EB: all those people, they have a connection that i'll never have.
EB: with gods, with the universe-- they know something. they're doing something.
EB: i'm not anybody. i'm just me.
AG: ONE DAY YOU'LL KNOW THE SUPREME, SOUL-CRUSHING, PULMONARY ARTERY-RENDING IRONY OF THAT STATEMENT, AND THEN I WILL HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO LAUGH IN YOUR FACE.
AG: BUT FOR NOW, I'M JUST GOING TO REMIND YOU THAT YOU'RE NOT NEARLY AS ALONE AS YOU THINK YOU ARE, ASSHOLE.
EB: karkat...
AG: SHUT UP AND WATCH THE SUNRISE, IDIOT. IT MIGHT BE THE LAST ONE YOU EVER SEE.

And as the music of the night fills the world around you, you do, a voice whispering in the back of your mind-- This end is only another beginning.

Re: Cor Cordum (2/2)

[urban_anchorite]

oh my fucking god

I love how you can establish a whole world in a couple of paragraphs, a real, textured, layered one, with the characters being recognisably John and Karkat to boot -- you are someone who really can write a story in a sentence, and you've no idea how jealous I am that you can do it. Oh my God, this is ineffably sad in so much of it.

EB: i'm not anybody. i'm just me.
AG: ONE DAY YOU'LL KNOW THE SUPREME, SOUL-CRUSHING, PULMONARY ARTERY-RENDING IRONY OF THAT STATEMENT, AND THEN I WILL HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO LAUGH IN YOUR FACE.

auuuuuuugh

"I tried," you tell him, despondent, watching as sallow, sunken eyes that play at impassivity meet your own, his thumb rubbing uncertain circles in your skin.

And he murmurs back, "I know."

auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh

There is a lot of fridge horror in Revelations if one thinks about it.

I love that story so much.