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starsha-k-luna · 5 days

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Took me about a month to draw, write, outline, & colour, but I finally finished it!

A Fan-Comic based off @baykitthings Dreamworks Trolls Phantom Thieves AU!

So basically about a month ago, I sent an Ask to @baykitthings for their Trolls AU asking about how Floyd adjusted to having to use a wheelchair after an Injury & how his brothers (BroZone) help to accommodate & assist Floyd during this.

When designing their clothes I just used the canon clothes, while giving them t-shirt because I wanted too, except Clay, I gave him a smart casual look along with a sweater vest.

And yes, I gave the BroZone brothers Tails, I’m apart of the Trolls Community who Headcanons they have Tails! I may change my Tail designs in the future.

Anyway, here’s what everyone is saying in the Comic:

Page 1:

💙Branch; “Are you Excited to finally be coming home Floyd?”

❤️Floyd; “I don’t know Branch, now I’m in a wheelchair everything is going to be a struggle now.”

💙Branch; “Floyd you shouldn’t worry, me and our brother’s are here to help you and adjust, you know we all love you and are here for you, right?

💜Bruce; “Look Bro’s, Branch is back with Floyd!

💚John Dory; “Alright Bro’s, Let’s do this!

Page 2:

💛Clay, 💚John Dory & 💜Bruce; “WELCOME HOME FLOYD!

❤️Floyd; “Thanks, It’s really good to see you all brother’s.”

💙Branch; “Actually Floyd, we have a surprise for you Floyd.”

Page 3:

💛Clay; “We’ve actually renovated to accommodate to your needs Floyd, such as an elevator (or a lift) and ramps for you to get around and adding wider doors, a disabled toilet and we’ve even given you a bigger bedroom on the ground floor.”

💚John Dory; “Yeah, Clay went all out with this, he and Bitty B did this!

💛Clay; “Woah, Johnny slow yourself, I’ve not just done this, nor Branch, it was a team effort! Especially Branch setting up the computer.”

💙Branch; “Yeah, I remembered you saying you got into computers, so I got you this set up with the latest software and everything.” (Featuring Chibi Branch)

Page 4:

❤️Floyd; “Sniff, sniff.”

💙Branch; “F…Floyd.”

💜Bruce; “Floyd are you alright? Did we do something wrong? Are you upset? You’re crying!”

💛Clay; “Oh no, did I do or say something to upset you?”

❤️Floyd; “No, I’m OK, I’m just so happy you guys did all this just for me, I’m touched💖.”

💚John Dory, 💙Branch, 💛Clay, 💜Bruce; (They are Crying right now)

❤️Floyd; “Thank you for everything, I love you all so much.”

💛Clay; “We love you too, Floyd.”

💚💜💛❤️💙The End!💚💜💛❤️💙

I’m extremely Proud with how this Fan-Comic turned out!

I hope you like the Fan-Comic @baykitthings

See you all next time👋

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my-salinger-days · 8 days

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Pacific Grove - California - USA 🇺🇸 (morning run)

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meow-and-ink-demon · 7 months

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RULES OF 62 DAYS WITH MEOW!!

CAN YOU PLS REBLOG? I WANT TO HAVE AT LEAST FEW PEOPLE JOIN IT!!

(WAS SUPPOSED TO DO IT ON FRIDAY BUT WHATEVER)

Hello!! Welcome to 62 days with Meow challenge!! Here I tell you the rules and some story of it:

Meow and the Ink Machine was my own fangame from Bendy. But with more years it becomes my own story! Just didn't chage the name :I

62 Days with Meow - small challenge of mine :)

IT WILL START IN MONDAY!! (18 September)

What is it? Something like Ink Demonth!! But with little different rulles:

there are really 62 days. But don't worry! To get the price - do only 20 of them! You can do more, of course!!

How to do that? Use your immagination!! Draw, write, sing, create - it's your time to make your brain go into world of dreams!! Use my characters like yours!!

The challenge end 9 NOVEMBER!! You have like TWO WHOLE MONTHS TO DO IT!!!!! So don't be stressed

As I said - you can choose only 20 of them. That means you can mix the days of course! Don't have to start with 1 then 2 then 3 - you can go like 1, 20, 54, 3, 9...

if you know Bendy, it will be easier for you, because MATIM is insipired on this game. So - you can do cute things, BUT YOU CAN ALSO TURN YOUR DRAWING INTO HORROR!!

THE MOST IMMPORTANT RULES - if you do your drawing, tag me. If I reblog that means I saw it!!

Easy rules? Easy!!

The days will be on monday, WITH CHARACTERS THAT ARE IN MEOW AND THE INK MACHINE!!! On monday the challenge also starts!!!

You can't do 20 of them? Well, don't be ashamed! I will be VERY VERY VERY VERY happy if you at least do one!! I'm not very popular, and that you join would means to me that you appreciate hard work I do!!

MATIM was my own fangame of Bendy, but I do it more original, so I can pround say - this is ONLY INSPIRED ON BENDY

Characters, story - it's all by me!!

MATIM was created when I had 8 years

That means I couldn't be yet that creative to even make original name :/

But now, when I'm some kind of "teen", I don't want to change it anymore.

My young me created it, work on it a lot

So why should I change it? :3

Yes, so cartoon about Meow and her friends was in TV in 1935

Meow is a black kitten that lives in Mango Town. Her friends are: Bone, Mangle and Raven - main characters of the cartoon!

1967 - The year of Meow and the Ink Machine happening

After accident Susan Coral come back to the studio, where she disscovered, that is not the same anymore

1972 - Meow and the Forgotten Memories. Something like BATDR but in Meow version. Of course story and characters - me.

When creating MATIM I also LOVED FNAF. For real. So I added characters I liked!

Mangle and Lolbit are from FNAF, but since I don't want to look like I copy - I'm thinking about delleting Lolbit and change Mangle look and name

Catmint is an animatronic, I was just inspired on FNAF while making her

As I said - I make MATIM when I was 8

Now when I'm older I DON'T WANT TO CHANGE IT, EVEN IF IT LOOK LIKE I JUST COPY WHOLE GAME, OKAY??

So... I will be very EXCITED if you join! Even if you make it in Picrew, I will feel like someone really see how hard I work :)

I don't force you

Just ask - can you please reblog?

Thank you for reading friend <3

The days, characters and start of challenge - ON MONDAY (18 september)

#62 days with meow #challenge #my first challenge #:)#MATIM #MATFM #Meow the cat #OC #my own story #Bendy #inspired on Bendy #Thx for reading #:3 #<3

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shattered-shapes · 4 months

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Okay, before I fucking forget

Vince backstory:

(don't mind the typos)

VERY LONG READ!

So Vince becomes a bad shape because of growing jealousy, feeling pushed aside, and basically having ther spotlight and attention stolen by someone they see "less than them."

So as a young shape, Vince has always wanted Aethel's attention (Aethel having been the closest relative to communicate with the gods themselves, deeming him less than the actual gods/original pantheon themselves, but higher than the modern minigods. Aethel is the only god who has such a hierarchy, which gave Vince a soecial want for his attention.)

Now... Why did Vince want his attention?

Perhaps for the following reasons:

The be recognized by the gods themselves

To be granted a title higher than a minigod (maybe one alongside Aethel)

Given special treatment? If not by the gods, then by Aethel, or vice versa.

Has a purpose to be the best of the best.

But now the question is... Why would they want either of those to get his attention?

Perhaps forbthe following reasons (corresponding to the bullet points above, but can be mixed and matched.)

To maybe sit amongst the gods themselves

To have the same respect as Aethel

Because they wanted a father/child relationship with Aethel, and saw Aethel as a father figure

Wanted to be everything Aethel wanted. Or to become his heir to position, as Aethel has begun to express he finds the title tiring (as he is the only one with his title, he has the only power to communicate with the gods aside from vague signs and can help accomplish what they want. Not prophecies, per se, more like ways to help their dying population survive to keep their earth alive. Their earth relies on magic, something civilians don't naturally have.)

Now seeing these, we can simplify it:

Vince wanted Aethel's attention to impress him, become a child figure to him, maybe become his apprentice, o help him aid the gods, and to gain the respect from other minigods, all because Vince has looked up to him the moment they existed.

Why has Vince looked up to Aethel as a father figure?

Because Aethel and Vince were two of the first three minigods generated (born) into the world. Aethel was first. Vince was second. Safrina (supposedly Vince's "younger sister"), was third.

Back to the previous idea of why Vince wanted Aethel's attention, it makes sense for Vince to want to try anything o catch Aethel's attention or try to impress him.

As any attention seeking child would do, they would do anything good or bad for the sake of negative or positive attention.

Why would Vince do this? Aha. Because they were unintentionally emotionally neglected as a child by Aethel.

Aethel saw Vince as a nuisance at times, because his young mind thought he was supposed to be utterly devoted to the gods, not entertain a young minigod. But let's assume his job was to pass on his knowledge to the young minigod that is Vince.

...you see where I'm going with this?

Vince was desperate for a father figure, doing anything to catch his attention, and Aethel was a working parental figure who was not aware of Vince's needs as a shapeling (young shape) and ignired them for the sake of following through the gods' orders and worships.

As Vince grew, so did their devotion, desperation, and the emotional distance between Aethel and them.

Even if Safrina offered to comfort Vince, Vince never accepted it, because Safrina was not who they were after.

Vince, their entire life, was after a goal they could never achieve until their ultimate death.

They killed some of the most powerful minigods and rose in hierarchy as the strongest minigod alive to impress Aethel, and that did nothing.

They led a colony of minigods, that did nothing.

They gained respect throughout the land, not only in their status as part of The Holy Council (the first three minigods alive), but also through their strength, brutal leadership, and elemental power, and yet that still did nothing.

At their adult age, Vince was practically broken, but not giving up. Aethel has only noticed them as a member of the council, but mever actually noticed Vince's desire to be a friend to him or even an apprentice.

Now you may be asking "Why didn't Vince just ask?"

Vince was never taught as a child. They had no father figure aside from the terrible one Aethel hardly provided. You could say Vince imprited on them and Aethel was out in a parenting job he didn't want to take part in.

So Vince lacked social skills on how to effectively communicate that didn't involve a superiority complex or violence.

But why did Vince become Alpha's Villain?

Vince's goal was never to become Aethel's villain or Alpha's villain. We know now, digging into their psychology, they only wanted the attention of a neglectful, unaware father.

But when Alpha came into the picture, that's when shit became real.

Vince was stunned when a minigod like Alpha got Aethel's attention more than Vince ever did. Sure, Alpha was practically born with an odd mutation, but Vince was furious about Aethel focusing more on them than themself.

Vince hated Alpha for the attention the got, jealous of the fact that someone they saw as "less than themself" could catch Aethel's full attention.

This is where the vengeful Vince comes in. Neglecting Alpha, mistreating them, openly sharing their hatred, bullying them, breaking them until they are almost nothing, hoping Aethel then saw how worthless Alpha seemed. Vince's jealousy took over. They were ruthless and cruel because they were angry Alpha could achieve something in a few minutes that they themself couldn't shove in years.

This was driven as far as Vince giving Alpha propaganda shit by tainting their mutation into something "dangerous," saying it was "unpredictable of what they could be capable of." Vince even managed to go as far as convincing Aethel to execute them.

Which would have been a success had Safrina not stepped in.

Thanks to that, Alpha was granted life until young adulthood, where they later would've been exiled. Vince, of course wanting to besire Alpha was gone to never interfere with their plan again, had tried to take Alpha's own life, resuling in Vince's ultimate death.

Even in the purgatory, Vince still haunts Alpha as best as they could.

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harrietmjones · 5 months

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I’ve been delaying working on/about one of my original ideas, because it’s beginning to veer too close to being The Marvelous Mrs Maisel: Part Two unintentionally.

I had an idea, long before the show was even thought up, about a young woman in the sixties, from a similar background to my great-grandmother (manners matter, women wore dresses and skirts only and were expected to marry, have children and be the dotting housewife), who completely rebels basically, against what was expected of her. This all stemming from a low point in her life, where some particular somethings causes her life to go from bad to worse, leading her to make a dramatic change in her life.

The dramatic change, I kept fluctuating between the character becoming a singer or an actress, maybe a musician for example but I just was never happy. Then one day, I could suddenly see her turning to comedy, in vein with the likes of British/Irish future female comedians/comic writers, like Victoria Wood, Aisling Bea or Catherine Tate to name a few or contemporary males comedians, who were getting to become successful at the time, like The Two Ronnies, before they were even that (Ronnie Barker and Ronnie Corbett), to give an example.

In her new career choice, she befriends a fellow comedian, someone who knows the ins and outs of the world, who becomes somewhat of a mentor and friend to them. There’s also a bit of a flirtation/easy banter between them and their conversations but nothing really happens until, one day it does.

There is more to the story than this but just this section of my idea, I just think that it sounds too Midge/Lenny-coded, at least more than I had realised. The show did and has influenced how visually I saw the characters but I had this idea back in 2008/2009, so a while before the show aired.

I enjoy writing but I just don’t want anyone, if they ever read what I’ve written (and knows of TMMM), to ever think I’m copying the Palladino’s because I’m not.

Sorry for this ramble of mine, just my thoughts and self-doubt getting in the way again!

Also, my story is predominantly set in London, not New York.

#the marvelous mrs. maisel #the marvelous mrs maisel #tmmm #midge maisel #lenny bruce #midgelenny #midge x lenny #my own story #my story #my idea #my ideas #set in the sixties #set in the 60’s #i’m unsure #i’m nervous

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butch-lionblaze · 4 months

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The Mourning Mother

#xenofiction #cat xenofiction #my own projects #my own story #my ocs #the unnamed story #olive does art

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c0smicdrift3r · 6 months

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My followers and mutuals, do you remember how I was working on a creepy pasta type story?

Well I am still working on it and it will be more of a compilation of multiple stories. When the first part is ready, i will post it.

But I want you to add to it, a story of your own as co writers and storytellers, I can only hope that you can contribute when the time comes, but that is wishful thinking. But I do ask with sincererity and that you do take a moment. That if you wish to participate in this project, let me know.

Continue with your days for now and expect something soon.

The title of the stories will be called

There are more than stars in the sky

#there are more than stars in the sky #my own creepypasta #my own story #i ask for the writers to help and contribute when the time comes when i release it

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demons-mind · 2 months

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I finally did it! I finally did a remake of my boys and girl, I'm so happy for how it came out. Plus, it really has shown how I've improved over the years, and I really like it. I hope you all like it too.

By the way, I finally have a title for the story I'm writing. It's called Demon's Pride.

I also got off my art funk, so maybe now I'll be able to draw more. So yay!

Still hope you all liked it!!! 💚💚💚

#my own story #my ocs #demon oc #demon's pride #!!! <3 #💚💚💚💚💚#💚💚💚#art redraw #art remake

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nightly-ruse · 1 year

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I both like want to just make a simple story with a nice little group of cats but also LOVE HAVING CHAOS

I want to show social change, a progression of knowledge, new techniques and methods of doing things. Real themes. Setting things up as the norm and then challenging them so hard.

So some stray ideas I’ve had!

Prophet pushed to the end of their line after giving so much to their people that they run and destroy a ice dam, completely sweeping away half of the cats and forcing them to know what they’ve done. The last two groups left then grow and learn from it but still have issues. Came from a binge learning about Dry Falls in Washington State.

Cat from a more “peaceful” group makes friends with the neighboring group and joins, the friend group works to heal old wounds and fix something long ignored. End in war, some sort of sacrifice, and great resetting of the cats

Story on family bonds, relationships, and mental illness in general. Just want to explore it a lot more particularly following cats who butt heads but still have really similar pasts which they learn of and find a way to work together.

#just some ideas #my own story #ruse rambles #kinda like the last one.. idk it’s interesting #may work with a few characters I’ve already created #namely my begrudging leader and terrible old therapist that leaves cats not wanting therapy ever again

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starsha-k-luna · 9 months

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After seeing @bloombird humanized Burgertron they did it got me thinking & I decided to draw humanized Burgertron myself, but I’ve added my own story to it.

So basically in my story cannon Burgertron somehow gets turned into a human, probably by a device created by the Science Alliance or the Gamer Geeks (I’m kinda thinking it was both of them & they fought over it)

The rest of the Lost Bots witnessed the whole thing & quickly went to find Dave & some clothes for Burgertron (let’s just say he needs them😅)

Dave decided to look after Burgertron while he’s human & even brings him home with him (Dave couldn’t leave Burgertron at the Mall while he’s like this)

Of course the Lost Bots tag along too & both the Science Alliance & the Gamer Geeks agree to work together in order to turn Burgertron back into a Botbot.

Also even though I’ve not drawn him, Spud Muffin also saw what happened & even though he still hates Burgertron, he was still the only Botbot who defended Spud when all the other Botbots turned on him.

So Spud Muffin decided to also go with Dave & try to help, because Spud Muffin knows how Burgertron is when he’s sad/upset, he’ll go into full on denial mode & lie that he’s OK.

Burgertron is surprised to see Spud Muffin, not as surprised as the Lost Bots, but he’s happy to see him & even though he acts like he doesn’t care, Spud is the one who helps to cheer Burgertron up & get him to open up about how he feels, Dimlit also does this & quickly becomes Spud’s friend, the others also befriend him over time as well.

Back to Dave, his Mom is shock when he brings home a preteen dressed in his spare clothes he usually leaves at work, Dave explains (lies) that the boy (Burgertron) is a lost child he found at the Mall & unable to locate his parents, he had no choice but to bring him home. He even says that the police are looking into (another lie)

No caring at all & thinking this is her possible one chance to have a grandchild (don’t ask why) she just leaves them be, but insists that Dave at least tell he the boys name!

Burt, Burt Malto, that’s the name they come up with for Burgertron.

I just gave him the name Malto because it sounded like Mall & I also have been watching Transformers EarthSpark recently.

The Lost Bots give Burgertron a Teddy Bear they’d won in the Claw Machine (the same one that Kikmee won the Snake from) to cheer him up & Spud Muffin finds him believe it or not a Cheeseburger Backpack. Even after Burgertron returns to normal he still keeps both the Teddy Bear & Cheeseburger Backpack, he keeps them in the Lost & Found, because they are special to him & he also uses them as chairs now he small again (he lets everyone use them as well)

It takes a couple of weeks before the Science Alliance & the Gamer Geeks are able to turn Burgertron back into a Botbot, but when it happens Burgertron is thrilled! & so are Spud Muffin & the Lost Bots!

The rest of the Squads are surprised to see Spud Muffin with the Lost Bots, but after they explain that Spud is OK now they just leave them be, except the Hunger Hub I figure they would need some convincing before they let Spud back in their Squad.

Well that’s my Short Story based on @bloombird Humanized Burgertron Artwork

Hope you don’t mind I used it with my work.

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my-salinger-days · 2 months

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San Francisco - California - USA 🇺🇸

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pandaparkpizza-co · 10 months

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themacandcheezits · 3 months

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Bonnie art

#clown #clown oc #clowncore #clownblr #clownsona #oc #circus #my own story #vent art #eye strain

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quietwhispersofaffection · 11 months

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This is not like any of the other pieces I have written before. This is a story that I hope to continue one day if time permits. For those who might have been wanting to read something anime related, this is not what you are looking for though I would appreciate it greatly if you decided to read anyway. I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to read my stories posted and have decided to follow me. I hope to post something within the week and next upcoming month before I take a two month trip out of the country.

Happy Reading <3

~His God~

God was supposed to be someone fair, someone worthy of holding the people’s dreams and giving them the lives they searched for if only they put the work in.

Yet to him, this was not accurate. To him, there was no god because if there was, he would have been pulled from this torment far longer ago. This god that stood before him was one that only desired bloodshed and lust, nothing more and nothing less. This god did not wish for real devotion and passion, it only wished to seize it from him. It wanted to destroy his being, break him until there was nothing left but a fragile husk of who he had, at one time, been.

And as he lay there, staring up into the abyss that was the god’s eyes, slowly losing consciousness, he could no longer find it within himself to despise it. He no longer coddled the hatred that had festered within him because as he watched its pupils expand as they met his gaze, he felt as if he could no longer run from it, and he no longer wanted to try.

It had devoured his soul whole, and he didn’t do anything to stop it.

It had been dim on that night, and he knew he should have never left the house. Idiotic Riley, how had he let that stupid asshole convince him in the first place that clubbing would be an acceptable idea? Perhaps if Riley had put forth the idea when he was younger, he would have pondered it. He would have agreed wholeheartedly, wanting to drown his sorrows in the drinks and flashing lights that were bound to give someone a stroke. At one time, it had been a perfect distraction from the fact that his father had died and his mother had left in the twilight. But he was older, and he could understand why his mother did it, and why she condemned him for it.

He just wished Riley hadn’t asked, especially since he knew how much he detested nightclubs. They crawled with the souls that could no longer stand the lives they lived in. The ones who craved the rush that could only be felt when they downed a shot, eventually falling shitfaced to the ground. The ones who, if they weren’t prudent, could find themselves in a life that was far more ominous than the one they were trying to flee from.

He couldn’t accept that he used to be someone like that, and he hated himself for it. He wished that he could take away the miserable memories of the times laughing with only alcohol and not blood in his veins. Yet he was forced to live with his errors.

Shutting and locking his door, he lifted his head to peer at the house before him, making sure that all the windows were closed and shutters pulled tight. He couldn’t deal with his roommate screaming in his face again if he forgot to close the windows. It was almost as if he could hear the echoes of her vociferous voice piercing his eardrums again if he thought hard enough. That was the first time he had ever seen her furious, and he did not desire to pull that from her a second time.

As he began to walk down the street, he was already acutely aware of eyes peeking at him through their windows, shutters being closed with clunks whenever he passed them by. He had never lived in an exceptionally well-off neighborhood, and the actuality that he was a poor university student didn't make it any easier. He had no money for a car, nor the shuttle or bus, and mysteriously every single shop in town was devoid of a working bike. His part-time job was the only thing keeping him alive and safe in a warm bed. His roommate had been forgiving enough to not force him to pay rent and live as a freeloader as long as he bought the groceries. Which was something he was far from opposed to.

So he was forced to walk everywhere, and though it was good for his health, it had become problematic in all facets of his life.

Riley had told him that they would be meeting at a club about five blocks away from his residence, a strange place he had thought because he had never seen anything even resembling a club on his thousands of walks down the neighborhood. Although he had wanted to ask why this place had been chosen, he didn’t have the intrepidity to even remotely go against Riley’s wishes. He had seemed so enthusiastic over the phone when he had invited him to go, and if he pulled out now, he didn’t think he could live with himself when faced with Riley’s disappointed face.

As he walked, he became so lost in thought, unaware of the sounds and the people moving around him. He never noticed the person slinking in the shadows paces behind him, holding their breath and avoiding large chunks of gravel and dirt that could alert him to their presence. He supposed no one could have noticed them unless they had been incredibly acute and susceptible to the presence of others.

Which he, painfully, was not. And that had been the start of the living hell that he found himself in years after.

He couldn’t ever make sense of the efforts being put into trying to kill him, he had been such a gentle person that he couldn’t fathom ever trying to end someone else’s life.

He remembered it hurt like hell and the only thing he could feel along the intact parts of his skin was warmth like none other. He would have been soothed by the feeling in an ordinary circumstance, but he knew this was not one, and he knew that heat was coming from his own body.

He let out a bloodcurdling scream, feeling his throat go hoarse from the pressure being applied to his vocal cords. He remembered that scream had been the loudest he had ever let out, yet that was the only thing he could do before he began to see white and to feel as if he was plunging into something soft, like in a sick dream.

Even though he hadn’t remembered much, there was one aspect of his death that he did remember, one that was so brutally etched into his brain that he could never forget it and it had left him pondering his existence within death’s clutches.

“Tell it that I sent you. It told me that if I sent it your heart, it would reward me!”

“Who are you, little one?” A gentle voice called out to him from the sea of white light. “How has a human stumbled within my realm?”

He whimpered, feeling the blood continuing to gush from his stomach, though trying to speak but finding he was incapable. Where was he? Who was he?

“Oh my, oh dear, you are a fragile little one I see,” the gentle voice cooed to him, words becoming distorted in low mumbles and whispers. “Let me help you.”

As the blood flowed, it slowly ceased into small drips, too little to make him bleed out and die. Die.

“You must be wondering where you are, you cute little human,” the voice echoed with a melting chuckle. “Do not fret, my domain is one of quiet, though since you seemed to have arrived I must spruce up the place.”

He looked around, trying to find the source of the voice around him that reverberated through his bones and head. What was speaking to him, was it a god?

“I am no god, though to you small creatures I am sure that I would be considered one. I hold more power than one could imagine, yet I have no use for it anymore.” The hum within its words began to vibrate within his soul, forcing his eyes to feel heaving with sleep. Where was he?

“Oh my,” it cooed again, a giggle echoing within the space of this reality. “Are you sleepy, do not hold back. I will look after you, I bring no harm to such a cute thing.”

This did nothing to quell the fear within him, but he slowly began to slump to the ground. Perhaps the blood that he had lost drained him more than he knew. Why was he bleeding in the first place? He couldn’t remember a thing.

“I’m sure you have many questions, and I do apologize my dear that you can not voice them. I’m afraid if you even tried, your vocal cords would explode,” it giggled, rambling on. “You took a nasty fall from what I saw, falling from Earth's realm to mine own is taxing on the body though I have never seen it happen before you. I promise to make your life relaxing and happy. You’ll let me won’t you?”

‘But I have to know where I am,’ he whispered.

“Oh don’t worry sweet one,” the voice murmured eerily. “I'll tell you when you awake from your slumber. I will make it the best one you have ever witnessed.”

He felt his eyes flutter shut yet the voice began to hum a gentle tune, feeling it rumbling through his whole body. The pain in his body began to melt away and he sank into the clouds under his feet, feeling a sensation he had never felt before, nor feel again.

“You will come to love this place, and me, I’m sure of it.”

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I do not condone copies or rewrites of my work. Reblogs are greatly appreciated and allowed, with credit of course. I own all the characters within this piece as they were created by myself.

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neutralvibe · 1 year

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Way out there

Warning: mention of blood and dead animal (hunt)

(Picture not mine found it on Pinterest)

"What's out there?"

The man slowly perched up at the quiet voice that just spoke along the the chants of the river beside him. He looked down at the small girl as her gaze was far ahead of her, towards the mountains of eternal cold, instead of the water that she was playing with just a few moments ago. She was in deep thoughts. He could tell by the way she was so focused on the view head, as if all the things around her didn't matter anymore. From day one, she was a mystery to him, she never acted like a normal child. Normally, a child is noisy and loud, always wants attention and can't live without help. They were annoying and helpless. At least that's what he thought of them. But she was never like that. Since the day he was tasked to care for her as his own, he never saw those traits on her. Always stayed on the quiet side, rare were the times he heard her cry or complain. Hes sure he can count them on one hand. It's in those moments where he wonder where she came from. She was quick on learning new things, was able to keep up with him during hunting and had showed great potential in battle but also in special abilities, but she was still to young to confirm. He sighs deeply as he repositioned himself on the rock he was sitting on before returning his gaze down on the animal he had hunted and carefully continued pilling off its fur with his knife.

"Mountains."

His deep hoarse voice pierced through all the sounds around them. Making it stand out. It was a simple answer, clear and to the point. Just like him. He wasn't a big talker, usually tends to communicate his intentions and emotions through the bond he shared with her. And now all he wanted was some peace and quiet for the rest of the evening. But unfortunately for him, his (he dare say) daughter was in a talkatif mood. Which would happen every blue moon if the stars were aligned. Slowly she got up from her sitting position on the grass to stand as if she was trying to see further in the distance. He watched her from the corner of his deep eyes and immediately noticed the that the old clothing she was wearing, if you could even call it that, was getting way passed its time. No it looked more like an old rag than a oversized shirt. With all the stitches and patches to hold the fabric together someone could mistake it for a poor attempt of a potato bag. He mentally told himself that he would have to go get some fresh clothes for her instead of the old potatoe bag that reaches her knees and the small fabric that vaguely resembles of shorts. She slowly turned to face him. The sudden movement made him look up to her. Bright blue eyes meet his deep oranges ones.

"What's beyond those mountains?"

Slightly taking aback by the question, he momentarily stop his smooth motion with the knife before resuming what he was doing. The young girl turn to look back at the mountains. Giving him a good view of her wings. They were still growing, the slightly grey feathers told him so, but some of her feathers has started to take a deep black color which meant that in a few years or so he would have to teach her how to fly. He pushed aside that small realization to refocus on the question he was asked. He looked back at his handiwork before he flopped down on the ground to wash off the blood on fur in the crystal clear water that was now leaving trails of red in the river.

"A world."

He didn't looked up at her this time. But he could feel through the bond that she wanted to know more. Sighing deeply, he quickly finish cleaning the fur before throwing it over his built shoulder. He grabbed the bag that was resting against the rock he was previously sitting on to put their soon to be dinner in it. He looked back at the girl as he got up ready to leave. She was still looking head of her. The gentle breeze made her black hair move in its passing.

"Can we go there?"

This time, it was him who had fallen in deep thoughts. He knew she was to young to go yet. If she did, she would get killed immediately. They were people out there that are after her. They all seek the same from her, her powers that had yet to shine. He thought it was ridiculous that people would go after a child for power, some were really desperate or really afraid... Either way, it didn't matter to him, he would protect this child as long as he can. Just like he promised all those years ago when she was entrusted to him. He did thought about the irony of the situation when she was given to him. Him a demon. A demon was entrusted to keep a child safe. Ironic isn't it? But she wasn't just any child, he could tell by her energy signature, she was...something. Something he never saw during his life. It didn't matter... At least not now...He looked a head of him towards the mountains.

"Not yet,"

Stretching his dark bat like wings before relaxing his posture, he grabbed his dark cloak and silently put it on (now covering his wings) before swinging the bag over his shoulder and started to walk away, signaling that the conversation was over. But little did he know she was not done yet.

Her bare feet would gently land on the grass, leaving a small trail behind her. From the lack of noise she was making he could mistake her for an animal passing by. The complete opposite of the strong sound of his boots hitting the ground with every step he took. She was silently following beside him as she look towards the forest before letting out a huff and turn in his direction again.

"Why not?"

Letting out a deep sigh that seems to come out from the pit of his lungs. He stops and look down at her. His orange eyes pursing hers making his stare look darker than it was. He flashed a warning glance at her. He was in no mood to talk, he made it shown, but that didn't seem to stop her as she looks up at him with the same neutral face she seemed to have grown up with.

They stared at each other for what seem to be more than a minute before he sighs in defeat and relax his stands.

"It's dangerous out there, your not ready to go yet"

He calmly explained as shift the bag more comfortably over his shoulders. His daughter kept looking at him with a curious gaze, urging him to continue.

Knowing that he could no longer avoid the conversation, he sighs as he slowly drop to his knees to be at eye level with the girl. She look at him expectantly, he saw an eagerness in her eyes that he was use to see when she had a goal in mind. He placed the bag on the soft grass below him before putting his hands on the shoulders of the young one. He look at her blue eyes that seem to slightly change to green, uncertain. Slightly frowning, he slowly drift his gaze at the mountains. He could see the clouds slowly drift by, letting the blue of the sky peek between them. Birds were minding their own as they fly free with wind. He look back at his daughter, seeing this serene stare that always reminded him of...her... He took a deep breath before starting.

"As peaceful this world may look like out there, the people that lives in it are not."

He slightly grip her shoulders, wanting her to understand what he was telling her. He knew she was too young, he knew she was going to try and go out there. That's what curious minds do. That's what gets them killed. That's what got her killed. He spoke with weight on his shoulders as memories rush back to him. He doesn't want her to end up like...her...

"Which is why you need to be ready before going out there."

The demon observed his daughter with a seriousness that the girl knew all to well.

"When you will be ready, we will go."

Letting go of her shoulders, he grabs the bag off of the floor and put it back on his shoulder before standing back up. With that, he turns and continue to walk home.

The small girl understood very well what he meant, without understanding the experience. She already knew, but she needed to hear it from him. She followed close beside him, walking closer to the edge of the forest together. She reaches out for his hand, searching for deep down comfort that they will make it together and that they both will be there for one another.

Almost immediately he returned the gesture. They both send comfort through the bond they shared. This moments made him remembered the very first time they met. It made him remembered why he was still here, why he was still fighting. That day just like this one, he swore to protect her until the very end like the daughter he never got to have.

Whatever it be here or way out there, he will be there to protect her.

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