where I post fanfic scenes I've had in storage too long, gush about my favorite AUs, and throw around WTWM and ODAA ideas
ft. FavreMySabre brainrot
(ODAA and WTWM are the most notable FavreMySabre AUs I have)
FavreMySabre oneshots, Steve Saga onesho...
I've got a few mini stories that are literally vagueposts about the Steve Saga/Sabre And it's funny cause no one knows unless I point it out So you get really vague descriptions like "the brown haired boy" or "a colorful creature" lol
So this one,
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[Image ID: "one minute you are in your house, the next you're standing in a living room surrounded by three demons. They drop their Ouija board and scream as they run to their bathroom and lock the door. 'I told you we shouldn't have touched it!'"]
This one I wrote a tiny bit but ended up discarding it.
The three demons are basically a Green Steve, Red Steve, and Blue Steve. Not really but they look and act like that. They're brothers, Green being the oldest and Blue being the youngest.
Sabre's on the Steve Saga server when the Ouija board summons him and everyone involved freaks out. Shenanigans ensue as the demons hide Sabre from their parents, eventually bringing him to explore the hellscape. They literally paint Sabre bright colors, it's just pure chaotic nonsense.
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[Image ID: "In a world where a range of colorful hair signifies the power a child is born with, you find a girl with white hair locked up in a dark cell. A warning sign is posted: 'do not engage.'" The words are beside a photo of a pale faced girl with long white hair cascading over her shoulder and gray eyes. She is wearing a loose gray top that makes her seem like a graceful elf.]
This is my oldest "vague fic," with a gender bent Light Steve as the white haired girl.
☆☆☆☆☆ I glanced around. No-one in sight. I wrapped my hoodie closer around me. It's so cold. I stay away from the bars, trying to get a better look. Dressed in rags, messy, matted pure white hair. The only things in her cell was a wooden bed, stone toilet, and a ratty old bucket of water.
She was huddled in a corner, her face turned away from me...and the camera aimed at her. I pulled my rainbow striped hood up before approaching the empty, dark cell.
