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chapter five is out <3

#homestuck #dirkjohn #johndirk #fanfic #ao3 #my writing #no excert because. i dont feel like it #i mean once youre five chapters in what is an excerpt doing for you anyway

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I finally finished it!!! my Undertale Yellow Underfell fic that ive been working on basically since the game came out <3 The fic is completely done, so you could read it all right now. excerpt from chapter 1 under the cut!

Clover opened their eyes slowly. The light above was far away and bright, and their entire body was sore. They sat up slowly, and in a sudden moment of clarity, their hand flew to their head.

It was still there. Their brand new hat, that they got just yesterday. Further inventory checks revealed they still had the missing poster in their pocket, and the stolen gun by their hip.

They let out a breath of relief that they hadn't lost anything, before finally taking in their surroundings.

Clover was sitting in a soft pile of yellow flowers, and beyond them was a small cave. Never the fan of small spaces, Clover got up and started walking down the narrow tunnel.

The tunnel opened up quickly, thankfully. They wandered forward slowly, their footsteps echoing against the walls. …No, that wasn't an echo.

Clover reached for their pistol, but before they could properly get it in their hands, a monster had already emerged from the other side of the cave.

She looked almost… no, they had to be imagining things. Either way, her presence had a way of calming them down.

She introduced herself as Toriel, and looked almost as surprised as Clover was.

“You must've taken quite a fall,” she offered empathetically, walking towards them slowly as if approaching a wild animal. Well, their hand was still on their gun. “You poor child…” Once the distance was closed, she suddenly enveloped Clover in a hug.

They froze, caught off guard. It was unfamiliar, and yet, they felt like they'd been hugged like this dozens of times before. They felt like crying by the time Toriel pulled away.

“Come with me,” she offered, thankfully taking Clover's hand in hers. “Let me show you around the Ruins.”

She led the way out of the cave, and the next room opened up much further, finally shining light onto the purple concrete and red flowers that they walked around, favoring the grand stairs at either side of it.

They took the left staircase.

Toriel led the way through a couple puzzles- they all seemed relatively simple, up until the lever that Toriel told Clover to click refused to work.

“You must've done it wrong,” Toriel suggested, so they tried a couple more times to the same non-result. “No no no,” she said finally, patience wearing thin, “That's the wrong one.”

Had they clicked the wrong one? Without thinking too hard on it, Clover moved to the other lever and pulled.

The floor disappeared under their feet, and suddenly again, they were falling-

Their head throbbed, Toriel was saying something but it was difficult to hear her over the heartbeat in their ears.

Slowly, so very slowly, Clover sat up, just in time to watch the poster slip down the cliff. They tried to chase after it, but the sudden movement made the pain in their head flair up, forcing them back down.

The poster was far out of sight by the time Clover finally made it to their feet. It was darker down here, especially as they wandered further away from the crack in the floor- ceiling?

As they walked through the darkened Ruins, suddenly, a flower popped up. Not only that, but a flower with a rather concerned face.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

Too confused to do much of anything else, Clover only nodded.

“You look like you took quite a tumble! Don't worry, let me heal you.”

And suddenly, a soft warmth washed over them. Once it disappeared, they were left slightly colder, but the pounding in their head was gone. They stood up a little straighter.

“I'm Flowey!” The flower explained further. “If… I can help you, by healing you. And getting you out of-” he gestured to the surrounding area with his leafs, “Here.”

Clover hesitated.

This flower certainly had to be a monster. But… of the two monsters they'd met thus far, both had offered to help them. Perhaps they were wrong to think them cruel? The idea was too heavy to think too much on now. Instead, they nodded again.

“You don't talk much, do you?” Flowey asked with a tilt of his head- petals? Several of which were torn. “What's your name?”

“Clover.”

“Well, Clover, let's get started! Just bring me with you, and I'll lead the way.”

#please read this i spent so much time on it please please please- #there are playlists to go with each chapter its so cool i promise !!!!!!!!!! #undertale yellow #underfell #underfell au #underfellow #uty #uty clover #uty flowey #uty dalv #uty martlet #uty starlo #fiesty five #feisty five #uty ceroba #ao3 #my writing #uty fanfic #if this does decently okay and i feel inspired i might write a geno run

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Chapter 4 of my DirkJohn vampire fic is out! Finally! Hopefully the next chapter wont take as long-

#chapter 4 kicked my ass ngl #chapter 5 is finished i just need to work on 6 a bit before i post it #dirkjohn #johndirk #homestuck

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Summary: Dalv is very preoccupied starving without any access to blood. The last thing he needs is a visitor

#no excerpt today cuz. i usually just copy and paste until i get to italized text. and the first italics is very early on. oop #corn yaoi #undertale yellow #dalv #starlo #uty #fanfic #ao3

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I got so annoyed that there wasn't any special dialogue in genocide despite buying his entire stock that I wrote this :p entire fic under the cut

Mo watched carefully as Clover put their gun away.

“...Okay,” he breathed a sigh of relief. For a second there, it almost looked like Clover was going to rob him.

Mo brushed off his suit, trying to get himself back in the business mindset after having a gun pointed at him. It wasn't easy.

“I knew you wouldn't want to say no to these deals,” Mo insisted as Clover fixed them with the same dead stare. “You've bought me out every time!” He snapped his fingers, and his stall expertly slid across the floor until it settled in front of him.

“Bam! I got-”

They both watched as his booth burst into flames, then crumpled into ash on the floor.

Mo stared down at the ash in mild disappointment for a few moments before remembering he was still in the room with a genocidal customer. He looked up faster than he meant to, but Clover hadn't moved.

“...I still got plenty of inventory! Take a look.”

Here, Clover finally stepped forward, but they didn't cross the pile of ash, and only did so to buy his products. His entire stock, once again.

Transaction completed, they started to leave.

…Mo might grow to regret this.

“Hey,” Mo called, uncertain, and Clover stopped. “Even though you, allegedly, have a few homicide cases… you've really helped me out here.” He winked at the kid. “Always knew I could count on my star customer!”

When Clover turned around, Mo could actually see their eyes beneath the shadow of their hat. They smiled at him before walking off.

#you should be able to abort your genocide run for him !!!!!!!!!!!!! Mo i love you #undertale yellow #uty #uty mo #mo #literally the only reason i powered through Ceroba was to see him ngl #ao3

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Summary: Starlo invites Dalv to go to watch the sunrise for the first time. What could go wrong? Excerpt under the cut

Dalv wasn't sure why he hadn't gone to the surface yet.

The surface had opened nearly a month ago now, and still he hesitated.

It was getting rarer and rarer to run into anyone, and when he did they were usually packing up the last of their belongings.

They said the surface was nice. Dalv had no reason not to believe them.

But… Snowdin was nice. Dalv had been there for less than two years at this point. And now he was moving again?

…No, no that wasn't quite it.

…He really didn't know why he wasn't moved out yet. All of his neighbors were. All of his friends were, though he still hesitates to call anyone that. So why?

Dalv was drawing at his desk when he was greeted by the most unexpected sound. A knock at his door.

He stared at the door for another moment, half-ready to believe he'd been hallucinating, but then there was another knock.

Slowly, Dalv stood up and opened the door, uncertain what to expect.

“Howdy, Dalv!”

It took Dalv a few moments to remember the name.

“Hello, Starlo…”

Starlo grinned at him. They'd only interacted a couple of times and from what little Dalv knew, he should've been one of the first to go to the surface. So why…?

“What are you… doing here?” Dalv asked, and winced upon realizing how awful that sounded.

Not that Starlo seemed to notice. “I was checking up on all my friends are realized you hadn't moved up yet! Why's that? You need help?”

Were they friends? That was nice to hear, at least.

Dalv glanced away, at the dark cabin he still called home. “I... think I'm staying underground,” he admitted. Staying for now? Staying forever? He wasn't sure.

But some instinctual fear seemed to keep him comfortably underground. …Or maybe that was anxiety.

Starlo deflated slightly, his smile faltering. “I see.”

#undertale yellow #uty #corn yaoi #dalv #starlo #fanfic #ao3

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Summary: A very helpful step-by-step guide on how to build Decked Out 2, written by Tango himself! Full fic under the cut.

Step 1: Have several years of experience.

You don't need to understand redstone, but you do need the experience. You don't need to know how the base components work, only that they do. With enough time, you can trial and error your way through anything.

Step 2: Cut yourself off from your friends and stop attending events.

This is going to take a while, you need to accept that before you even start. Your friends will understand at first, just keep telling yourself that it'll be worth it in the end. Eventually your friends will grow worried that you're not eating or sleeping and ask you to take a break. The best time to take a break is never. Consider that step 2.5.

Step 3: Realize you're always hungry.

At first you'll think your friends are right, that feeling is normal. You might even indulge in a short vacation and redownload that app on your communicator reminding you when to eat. But eating won't satiate your hunger, and eventually you'll realize it grows worse the longer you spend away from Decked Out 2. Remember step 2.5.

Step 4: Efficiency isn't nearly as important as just getting it done at all.

There will always be the temptation to make things more efficient, more compact. If you indulge that temptation you'll never finish your work, and you're already missing your friends.

Step 5: Those thoughts aren't your own. This hunger isn't your own.

You keep staring at your friends and wondering what they'll look like as they're overwhelmed by their own panic. You want to see the fear in their eyes as you kill them. You wonder what their blood tastes like.

(This isn't really a step… repeating the points of step 3? Cut out.)

Step 5: Fear you might've created something alive.

The redstone keeps shifting without your intervention, and the very walls breathe as you pass by. You certainly didn't mean to create life, maybe you should've studied redstone better back in step one. What will happen when the season ends? Can it feel pain? Does it cry out when you break it? You should really be more concerned about yourself.

Step 6: Kill your darlings.

Don't be afraid to tear out old redstone that isn't working! The time lost is painful, but the better systems make you stronger.

Step 7: Turn off your communicator.

Your friends are calling you constantly. They're worried for you, and they're worried about the way you look at them. It's important to minimize distractions while you're working.

Step 8: You can't tell the difference between Decked Out 2 and yourself. Your heart beats with every redstone pulse (you're always on the verge of a panic attack). You can feel the bugs in your code like an itch, and you're always itching. The blue in your fingers from building the first floor isn't going away. Look into a mirror and realize you don't recognize your reflection.

Step 9: Invite your friends to enjoy your work!

Willing victims crowd the front door and you couldn't be happier (so why don't you feel free?)!

#hermitcraft #fanfic #ao3 #decked out 2 #tangotek #i wrote. and then edited. qnd am now posting this while relatively sleep deprived #all on seperate days this fic just only calls to me when its late out i guess #so forgive any errors pls #unreality

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Hi @beetaur ! I was your secret Santa this year for @eah-exchange :D hope you enjoy !

#ever after high #my writing #didnt follow your prompt exactly but hope its still a fun read <3

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Summary: Bdubs chewed his lip, staring with increasing frustration at the unread message he'd sent to Etho several hours ago.

If this was just a one time thing Bdubs could've let it go, really. He had let it go, maybe for far longer than he should've. But Etho did this constantly.

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Bdubs, tired of constantly being ignored and dismissed by Etho, spirals a little while texting him.

#my writing

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Summary: A couple drabbles about the 'gifting hearts involves kissing' concept ft Roomies. Full fic under the cut

In a lapse of concentration that she would regret for at least a few hours, Cleo gestured with her sword in her hand.

She didn't realize her mistake until Etho yelped in surprise and pain, backing away with a fresh gash against his chest.

“Etho!”

“I'm so sorry!” Etho yelped, pressing a hand against the bleeding cut before quickly snatching his attention back to her. “I-i’ll do the dishes, I'll do whatever you say-!”

“It was an accident!” Cleo interrupted quickly, stepping forward just as fast. “Um- I can make it up to you!” and before she could overthink it she kissed him, familiar with the warmth in her mouth that faded against his lips.

When she pulled away his wound had stopped bleeding, at least, but he was still left with blood on his hands and a ruined shirt. …He was still staring at her with wide eyes.

Cleo took a deep breath. “I'm- so sorry.”

Etho nodded distractedly, managing a dry laugh. “I… guess I walked in front of you at the wrong time.”

Cleo pursed her lips and didn't reply. He wasn't wrong, but she didn't like how he'd found a way to put the blame on himself. “Um, let's get you new clothes.”

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“Alright, a deal is a deal…” Grian finished as he put his armour back on.

Cleo politely turned away, figuring Grian would give his heart away now. She pulled some rotten flesh from her inventory, crouching down to feed it to one of her dogs.

A finger under her chin made her look up, and suddenly Grian's lips were against hers. Before she could resist, the warmth against her lips confirmed he'd given his heart away to her.

Grian stepped back, gaze uninterested and already looking away.

“Oh! Uh, wrong person!” She explained awkwardly.

“It's fine,” Etho interjected quickly, but Grian already looked confused.

“Etho said give it to you!” he defended himself quickly, tone almost panicked as he turned to Etho. “I don't understand…”

Etho waved a hand dismissively. “She punched me with her sword and still feels bad about it. But it's all good.”

Grian still looked unsure, before visibly brightening as an idea came to mind. “Oh, I'll just make it up to you.” And, as easy as anything, he strode forward and kissed Etho without warning.

Cleo blinked and Etho seemed similarly surprised by the time Grian pulled away.

“There we go!” he turned away. “So, you've got a lot of dogs here…”

#secret life #Grian #ethoslab #zombiecleo #writing #short story #mine #my writing #ao3 #fanfic

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Summary: Three adventurers stood at opposite ends of the kingdom. At the center of the kingdom was The Button, surrounded by so many fables and legends that no one was quite certain what it did. Far to the west was the home village all three adventurers had began in so long ago. All three knew they couldn't leave the kingdom without completing their quest: to defeat the demon king to the east, guarded by his trusty golem.

#i dont fully know what this is but i spent so much time on it please read it #writing #mine #my writing #magic the noah

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lil Grian & Mumbo angst fanfic based on Mumbo turning yellow:

What could he do?

With hands shaking, Grian turned his back to Mumbo, focusing on the crafting table in front of him as his best friend screamed for help.

Logs into planks. It was an effort to form the planks into sticks with his hands trembling as bad as they were.

It was hard to hear Mumbo under the roaring of his own blood. At least that's what he told himself.

The sticks into a ladder. Void, he needed to move faster-

Grian finally turned back around, heart in his throat. He couldn't see Mumbo.

He placed the ladder down. He could barely breathe. “I made a ladder!” Grian gasped, looking around for Mumbo. “Get over here, I made you a ladder!”

The lava bubbled. Grian's lip trembled. “Mumbo!”

He hadn't been too late. He couldn't’ve been. He doesn't know what he'd do if he- “Mumbo! I made-” a sob interrupted him. Why was he crying? He needed… he needed to get Mumbo. “Mumbo!”

Grian fell to his knees. The netherrack was comparatively cool underfoot. He stared at the lava pool. It was empty.

He was too late.

His tears dissolved in the heat before getting the chance to fall, and his sobs came as gasps that stuck the heat into his throat.

“Mumbo!” Grian rasped, nearly a scream.

Well. Now he was just crying to nobody, alone in the nether.

Grian grabbed the damned crafting table and stood up shakily. He needed wither skeleton skulls. He couldn't stop crying.

He took a deep breath that broke into another sob and continued on to the nether fortress.

#secret life #grian #mumbo #mumbo jumbo #grumbo #? sure #idk if they have a duo name h #writing #mine #short story #my writing #fanfic

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Chapter Three of my JohnDirk vampire AU is out :D

#its been so long ive forgotten how to tag hmmmmmm #writing #mine #my writing #ao3 #johndirk #dirkjohn #homestuck #fanfiction #yeah thatll do

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i came for homestuck content, I left with mcyt angst. Why must you exploit my neurodivergence so. /pos

what can I say, I write a variety ;D but seriously tysm, you got me giggling like a schoolgirl over here

#im actually posting another homestuck thing in a day or two so. look out for that ? lol #asks

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Summary: Bdubs stresses out preparing for and then engaging in dinner with his father for the first time in forever. If only his family would help- or care about him at all, really. Excerpt under the cut

“Scar, aren't you gonna help?” Bdubs spat, turning to glare at his brother.

Scar crossed his arms, expression unreadable.

“Dad will be here any minute!” Bdubs reminded him unnecessarily, unable to keep the panic rising in his voice. Giving up on Scar, he turned back to setting the table.

The dining table itself was new, and already scratched up. Was it too late to grab a tablecloth to hide the imperfections? Was that too much?

“I don't know why you're bothering,” Scar said finally. “Didn't Dad- Etho, call you a traitor and leave you the second you hesitated?”

Bdubs’ hands trembled. He took a deep breath to steady them as he left to grab the plates. “That was my fault.”

Scar just scoffed. He wasn't there, he didn't know it was true. Bdubs had watched as Etho made him every accommodation, sheltered him from Skizz’s scathing glare. And when the time had come Bdubs had hesitated. That was on him.

Finally, Cleo came into the room, dropping off the steak into plates and silently organizing the silverware correctly.

“Mom, you remembered not to season the steak too much, right?” Bdubs asked, quick to join her side. “You know Dad hates that.”

“I seasoned them like I always do,” she snapped, and Bdubs winced. Of course she did.

Bdubs laundered by the table, taking a moment to catch his breath and strategize. He felt lightheaded. He was so nervous he might faint.

What was left to do? He'd cleaned the house recently- maybe he should replace all the cobblestone with stone? Organize the chests just in case Etho looked into them?

There probably wasn't time for the second, he'd just have to pray Etho didn't look. Bdubs barely made his way to the furnace to smelt some cobblestone when a knock at the door made him stop in his tracks.

#my writing

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Summary: Joel realizes that the soul bind persisted after Double Life had ended. Unfortunately, he comes to this conclusion thanks to self harm scars that aren't his. Excerpt under the cut

When Double Life ended and Grian split apart all the soul bounds, the first thing to happen was Cleo pillaring up three blocks and jumping. Martyn experienced zero ill effects, everyone celebrated, and everyone left.

That was over a week ago, and Joel maybe expected to feel some phantom pain and feelings from the trauma, or something. He did not expect to wake up in the middle of the night because his arm was bleeding.

The first few times he figured he'd just scratched himself in his sleep. The cuts were pretty superficial, after all, he could've easily done that damage with his nails. Even though he was wearing sleeves. And even though, occasionally, the wounds would teeter on the edge of something to actually worry about.

But wearing bandages for a day or so afterward seemed to do the trick, and if this was how his body decided to deal with the trauma, then that was fine.

Until he'd stayed up just a bit too late and was still getting ready for bed, reaching over to turn off the light, when a sharp pain in his arm made him jolt back. Joel hastily rolled up his sleeves, and indeed, he was already bleeding. From nothing.

He resisted the urge to apply pressure, since maybe that was what made it worse? But that just meant he watched as new cuts formed down his arms, without anything to trigger them at all.

…Well.

So maybe Grian's splitting of soulmates wasn't fully effective. That was fine. Joel just had to meet up with Etho, explain the situation, and then together they could bug Grian about it. It was fine.

<you whispered to Etho> can we meet up soon?

<Etho whispered to you> sure

They figured out a day they were both available, and agreed to meet in about a week.

After that Joel didn't think much of it. Not when the cuts grew more common, and teetered on the edge of concerning a bit more often. He just applied some bandages and continued on his way.

#my writing

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Small AU fanfic where Etho got the "I love you" task for session three :3 Excerpt under the cut

Tell someone you love them and have them say it back unprompted. 1 attempt per player. total of 3 required to pass.

Etho considered the task thoughtfully. That… should be easy? Of course, he'd thought that before.

He said goodbye to Cleo and resisted the urge to tell her he loved her. That'd make it way too obvious. He should at least wait a few hours after the tasks were given out.

So he tended the farm and fed the cows for a bit, until Bdubs came over.

Bdubs sheared his sheep and chatted amicably about his new base plan while Etho tried to figure out how to slip in an I love you in a way that was natural.

"Soon I won't have any reason to come over," Bdubs realized aloud. He had taken to pacing as he waited for the sheep's wool to regrow.

"You can just come over because… I love you," Etho replied, already patting himself on the back.

Bdubs blinked at him, then laughed. "I love you too! But that's a mean task."

"What? No no no…"

"Wait, is that actually your task? Oh that's horrible! You should just reroll now!"

Etho ignored him for the moment, double checking the wording in his book.

"Dude, don't just check it right in front of me! You're too obvious…"

It didn't say that someone catching him meant it didn't count… He decided Bdubs still counted and pocketed the book again.

"Nah, that's not my task," Etho reiterated, and Bdubs just rolled his eyes.

"If I was yellow right now, you'd be caught! You have to be more subtle. Like me- I've been completing my task as we speak!"

#my writing