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oh shit, it's 3/21/23, 32123, palindrome day

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Little Update

I have a little procedure coming up in May, so I'm currently answering some asks and they will be set to drop early next month! There's both F&H and DBD, so I think you all will enjoy them!

I'm also nearly finished with the first of many original short stories that I'm creating with my partner! It should be finished relatively soon, and this first story will be free but all others will be on my Patreon!

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#update

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Commissions are OPEN!~

If anyone is interested, my commissions are open!

I definitely need the money, so if you could share this I would appreciate it!

I write for any fandom, character and any content ☺

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#commissions #writing commissions #commissions are open #fandom #anime #gaming #slashers

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Commissions are OPEN~

Thanks to @cherrysodalite for creating this commission sheet for me!

Commissions are open and all info will be in the pinned General Post~

#writing commissions #commissions #open commissions #commissions are open

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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Cats and Their Mages (Original Work Excerpt)

‘Cats aren’t so different from their old world counterparts. They are shy, naturally aloof creatures with agendas that are their own. They trust no one other than themselves. It is a question as to how much trust is placed in their human familiars that are collegially known by the communities they reside in as ‘Mages’.  Mages are incorrectly assumed to be the masters in the symbiotic relationship that they share with their cats but this couldn’t be further from the truth. All knowledge they receive of the new world originates from their cats, who not only teaches them but directs them through every action they take through their daily lives.  The extent of Cat and Mage relationships are poorly studied and largely misunderstood. Cats are secretive, untrustworthy creatures that do not converse with any other than themselves or their personal familiars. Mages divulge nothing they know to outsiders, which include the communities that they garden.  Their complexions are strange and their tones impersonal. Treat any contact with either Cat or Mage with utmost caution and wariness.’

-excerpt from an unknown Alchemist’s journal

For @elvenmoans and anyone else that was interested~

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#cats and mages #cats #mages #original work

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It’s all original content from me (and my partner lol)! It’s from a big universe we’ve been creating and that I’ve been writing for in my off time 💕

Cat mayor sounds adorable

A sentient cat capable of human speech that has a human familiar that helps him run a town full of humans that he sees as pets, not individual people is pretty neat.

#original work

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My partner and I were making a twist on the typical “human/animal familiar” trope where the cat is the one with the intelligence and power and the human is merely an extension of their will. I’ll definitely be writing about it someday!

Cat mayor sounds adorable

A sentient cat capable of human speech that has a human familiar that helps him run a town full of humans that he sees as pets, not individual people is pretty neat.

#original works

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Cat mayor sounds adorable

A sentient cat capable of human speech that has a human familiar that helps him run a town full of humans that he sees as pets, not individual people is pretty neat.

#original works

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OMG I have a lot of stuff

Fear & Hunger is the most fandom work I have, which encompasses pretty much any scenario and enemy in either game (the first and Termina)

But what's most important to me is my personal projects that are shaping up into their own universe and full fledged story, which I've been sharing bits of mostly on my Patreon.

All of these are Original Works:

The Phosphorus Trial

Moldy Blankets

Untitled P.2 of Moldy Blankets

Stuck IV

The Blossoming of the Third Petal

Camilla's Place

Untitled with Cat Mayor

Untitled Detective with Anomaly

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Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

thanks for the tag @saintstars

Im unsure how interesting this will be given its all OC writing and conlanging! Just doing the 10 most recently opened

Bloodstone Series Start

Leuric Eiltrin

Kyame Curse

Alvwe Grammar

Ólvⱳa Brainstorm

Sennen

Kane when young

Leuric and Hunters

Leuric asking to bottom

no pressure tagging: @they-call-me-apollo @space-arsonist @sinick @thecoolblackwaves @myceliumelium @raointean @remornia @awesome-bluehair-universe

#tag game #original works

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Commissions are open if anyone is interested!

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Commissions are OPEN~

Thanks to @cherrysodalite for creating this commission sheet for me!

Commissions are open and all info will be in the pinned General Post~

#commission sheet #writing commissions #open commissions #commissions are open #please reblog if you can!

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Fear and hunger, like I don't mind monster (? If crow or guard or poket cat) and all but what about Pav from Termina??? :3. ;33

With Pav x reader if you don't mind, like I hope you don't mind me blabbing and all but I imagine Pav got curious and got the attention from reader but they(or she I don't mind) didn't notice and all , Pav be like Mine and he thought after the festival am gonna make them mine or something like that lmao

I've been thinking about him for a while and I've been liking him more and more. So here's some headcanons for him and a fem!reader as the Festival takes place!

Warnings for general Pav toxic-ness and shitty behavior

Day One - Day Two

Pav isn't sure why you have caught his eye. Maybe you remind him of someone from his past, from the village that the Kaiser had raised so long ago. Maybe you were just cute to him, maybe you looked like a particularly easy target to him-

He's got some serious shit to do. He can't be flirting with every dame that he crosses... though it's not like there are many left in Prehevil, or at least those that aren't hideously deformed or raving mad.

Fuck it. He's a dead man and he knows it. Might as well have fun while he still can.

Pav is the most obnoxious courter and he fucking knows it. What better way to get a lady's attention other than to be the loudest, most flamboyant man on the battlefield?

He's kind of vile... Leering at you, catcalling you, whistling like the wolf he is. You didn't know what you were hearing at first, so you pretended as though you couldn't hear him at all. For all you know, it was one of the mad villagers losing their minds.

Being ignored isn't in Pav's style, so he will directly confront you and anyone else that might be in your presence and Gods forbid if there's a lad with you, because he will be squaring up for a fight.

Get used to being called 'his good girl', because that's exactly what he'll call you. Over and over again. Maybe it makes you blush a little... Or maybe your face is red from annoyance and anger. All of it is good for Pav.

"You're so pretty when you are furious with me, radiant one~"

He will threaten you with his gun, regardless of the fact that he has little intention to kill you. It's an extension of his person, as a solider, as a survivor...

Becomes unbelievably frustrated with the fact that you do not engage him like Abella or Marina does. No shouting, no 'fuck you's', no attention given to him whatsoever. What, do you think you're too good for him?!

Maybe you're right-

He can't stick around for long... He'd like to chase your skirt all damn day but he can't. There's... unfinished business he needs to attend to. He can't afford to fuck it up, even for a pretty little woman such as yourself...

Day Two - Day Three

He... failed...?

Waking up on the train, Pav is... disappointed that he is still alive. The shame of failure burns worse than the wound across his chest. He's nearly forgotten you, your face, your nice, nice ass in your pretty little skirt...

He's... surprised that you were on the train with him.

Pav isn't the cocky bastard that you met earlier in the Festival anymore. He's subdued. Quiet, almost... thoughtful. He avoids your gaze and has an expression equivalent to that of a kicked dog.

"How... do you feel?"

"..."

He rolled over and went back to sleep. Daan might have been the one to initially doctor his wounds but you were the one that continued to keep him alive.

Why? Well...

Pav was rather pathetic in your eyes. He was compensating for something, though what you weren't exactly sure of. He was dangerous and worse he was obnoxious.

But he was still human, and learning that he had attempted to assassinate the Kaiser had shifted the feeling of disgust that you had towards him into something more akin to pity.

Pav won't talk to you much. He's a wounded beast and you and him both know that he's due to die at any moment.

But it doesn't really stop you from making the last hours he has left at least bearable... More so than any of his time in the damn Bremen army has ever been.

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#fear & hunger termina #fear and hunger termina #termina #fear & hunger x reader #pav #fear & hunger pav #termina pav #fem reader #ask response

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Oh-ho! Sylvian won with quite a lead over everyone else! You guys definitely have my attention here 👀

She’ll definitely be next up for sure!

And here I’m surprised everyone on the list had at least someone looking forward to them! That makes me very, very happy indeed 🌚

There is only 12 options because I can only put 12 options smh

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#fear & hunger ending h #poll results #sylvian it is lol

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There is only 12 options because I can only put 12 options smh

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#fear & hunger termina #fear & hunger #fear and hunger #ending h #poll #self reblog

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There is only 12 options because I can only put 12 options smh

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#fear & hunger ending h #fear & hunger #fear and hunger #ending h #poll #self reblog

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Ending H (Fear & Hunger) Ch. 14- "It was just a prick..."

...you've managed to escape!

....but did you really?

Warnings: Boo-boos, Infections, Canon Typical Everything

You had nearly made it. Surrounded by the precious few survivors that you had found in the dungeon, you all had nearly made it out. One knight needed to be carried, her wounds so grievous but she was cognizant and very aware of the fact that this nightmare was very nearly over. 

“J-Just… Just a little further, Ser Seymour… Please…” Her face was pale but the other knight carrying her had long since set his jaw, determined to get them all out of there. It was a fool’s errand, traveling so deeply into this accursed place. But it hadn’t killed them. Not yet… 

The dungeon was lost but they weren’t just yet.

“Keep up, mercenary! We can’t stop now!” Lord Buckman was behind you, wheezing much more loudly than you were but his spirits were far, far higher than yours. He was a portly man but he didn’t dare to find the selfishness to beg for respite. Not when it was just a few cell blocks away… 

“R-R-Ri- H-HA- -ight-!” Your breaths came out in short gulps. Every inch of your body burned with effort, your lungs felt as though they were about to either collapse or burst from the strain placed on them. Ser Seymour cursed, calling out a closed door that was dead ahead of the party. You don’t know how, but instead of crumpling your already fragile resolve, the obstacle only hardened it, causing a surge of determined energy to course through your body as you ran ahead of the group.

STEP

STEP

STEP

CRUNCH

Your gait crumpled but you managed to reach the door before your legs had failed you. You threw it open and urged the others to quickly abscond through, falling behind Buckman as a seering but undefined pain suddenly shot up through your leg.

Did you twist your ankle?

Perhaps you had finally hit your limit.

No, you weren’t about to die here. Not when you were so fucking close-! 

Even after the bright sunlight hit your eyes, utterly blinding you and the rest of your companions, you didn’t stop running. None of you did. You didn’t recognize the place that you all ended up in but none of you gave a damn. Not even Jeanne, who had lost the most of you all, felt anything other than burning relief now that you were out of the dungeon of Fear & Hunger. 

“A-Ahh… Ah…” Everyone was collapsing to the ground, Ser Seymour collapsing the hardest, slipping Jeanne off his shoulder and onto the ground, near a boulder she was able to prop herself upon. Buckman vomited loudly, nothing but bile and some blood expelled from his gut. All you could do was wheeze, desperate to breathe in spite of the burning pain in one of your lower extremities. 

At first, you could ignore it. There’s any number of reasons as to why you were in pain. Ser Seymour believed you had a nasty sprain, perhaps even a broken bone. You were inclined to agree. By the time there was a moment to check yourselves over, your foot and leg had begun to swell something fierce, until even unclasping all your armour completely couldn’t give you enough room to slip your limb out  of your shoe. The pain was unbearable, the thought that you would have to amputate a limb at the forefront of your mind but it didn’t scare you nearly as much as the possibility that you would still die at the hands of that terrible place. 

“W-Wait-! Wait a moment! Perhaps you won’t have to remove the limb!” Ser Seril had grabbed you by your wrist as you dug around for the bone saw that you had carried with you. Just in case, you promised yourself, just in case… This was the moment that you had been preparing for and he held you back from unnecessarily cutting your foot off from above the ankle but far below the knee.

“Civilization is just beyond the mountains! In a day and a half’s time, you won’t need to resort to such drastic measures!” In your heart, you didn’t want to remove your limb. You didn’t want to live your life as a cripple but…

You would rather live a cripple than die a fool. 

As night fell, a fever set into your body. From head to toe, you were warm to the touch, pallid and flushed at the cheeks with a thick film of sticky sweat that soaked through your clothing. Pain was spreading up your leg, threatening to spread to the rest of your limbs. Once it became apparent that the fever refused to break, the party did what they should have done from the very beginning. 

Even though you begged for it, it didn’t soften the agony that washed over you as Ser Seymour grabbed your lower leg and began to cut the clothing from your lower half. It quickly became apparent that what ailed you was aggressive: a painful, dark flush spreading from the confines of your foot all the way up to just below your knee. The need for amputation was far worse than any of them had realized. Ser Seymour struggled to apply a tourniquet, your thigh was already beginning to swell from the rotted blood that pooled in your lower leg. Perhaps once the limb is removed, the rest of the bad blood would follow? Your fever was already beginning to muddle your mind, the words you spoke were strained and slurred as though you couldn’t open your mouth or operate your tongue.

“H-Huuuut ick… H-Huuut ick… P-Puhlesh…” 

“G-Gods-!”

Buckman turned a pale green and screwed his eyes shut in anticipation. The… consensual removal of a limb wouldn’t be the worst thing that he has seen in his brief time in the dungeon but to see it performed on someone that had saved his life so many times? He couldn’t watch. Perhaps that makes him a coward but even Jeanne was gasping in shock and frozen in fear as Ser Seril pinned down your shoulders and stuffed a rag in your mouth.

“Just do it, man! Do it and don’t stop once you start.” Ser Seymour’s attention was snapped back to attention by his companion’s words. He was right, of course. Ser Seril was right…

“I-I- I’m sorry, my friend…” 

How could something so necessary be so unbearably difficult…? Ser Seymour had to call Buckman to aid in holding you down, your body seized so terribly from the pain. Even in his notoriously heavy armour, Ser Seril was nearly thrown backwards from the buck of your body. Even with his notoriously heavy weight, Buckman could scarcely pin down your other leg, even with the deadweight of his body straddling your uninjured leg and his arms strewn about your writhing waist. 

“HOLD THEM-! FOR GODS’ SAKE HOLD THEM-!!!” 

“WE ARE-!”

“I-I- OOF-! -C-CAN’T-!!!” 

Your skin was burning hot before the teeth of the saw touched your skin. The moment Ser Seymour grazed it against your thigh, you wailed with pain. It was more akin to the cry of an injured animal, haunting and inhuman. It chilled your companions to the bone, nearly making Ser Seymour hesitate as the saw became caught in your femur. The knight had to use all his strength to sever the bone, mouth filling with thick, bile infused saliva as rivers of purulent-soured blood gushed out of your wound. 

“I-IS IT OVER?! GODS-! PLEASE LET IT BE OVER!” 

Tears flowed down Buckman’s face as you repeatedly kneed him in the diaphragm over and over again. He barely felt the pain at all, only gasping and struggling not to vomit or allow you to stop Ser Seymour before he had finished the deed. A noise like you were choking on your own tongue rose from deep within your chest, causing Ser Seril to yank the cloth out of your mouth for fear that you were swallowing it or your tongue. As Ser Seymour sawed through the remnants of your thigh bone, your jaw snapped shut and your eyes were wide and glossy with pain and terror. 

It wasn’t enough to save your life. The sickness had already infected the core of your body. No amount of blood letting would be enough to alleviate the blood that poisoned your body. None of your companions could understand why. How could this have happened to you? What… What did they do wrong? 

In the last hours of your life, your remaining limbs continued to seize, some with enough force to snap the bones within. There was no way to soothe you as you were in your death throes. Your body contorted in unnatural ways, muscles hard as steel and jaw set so tightly that it cracked your teeth. 

During that final hour, Jeanne screamed and shook violently, begging one of her companions to do something- anything- to help you! To just make it stop! Buckman covered his ears with his hands and buried his face into his knees, struggling not to weak and scream as Jeanne was. Ser Seymour could only watch in horror, frozen for the first time as the realization that the dungeon truly had the last laugh with them all. As chaos reigned around him, Ser Seril forced your amputated limb out of the confines of its armoured prison, desperate for an answer as to why this had happened to you of all people.

There must be an explanation! There must-! 

Your shin was mutilated from his attempts but he managed to free your limb in the end. As he pulled your foot up and out of your armoured boot, your foot became stuck once again. Pulling and pulling, Ser Seril no longer needed an air of gentleness, as it was no longer connected to your person. You would understand… You would want them to understand what happened to you-! With one last impressive pull, he managed to pull your foot free with tremendous force. In the final moments that he pulled it free, he realized that he felt something was pinning your foot in place against the sole of your boot. As if… almost as if-

No… No, it’s not- It couldn’t be such a- 

But it was. Something so simple was the cause of your untimely and terrifyingly painful death. Ser Seril first looked at the sole of your foot, face grimacing at the smell of rot that permeated your hours old amputated limb. Even with as much discoloration and swelling that was present, he could see it as clear as day, even in the dim dusk light: a single hole in the bottom of your foot. 

A nail was standing straight up through the sole of your boot. It was a single nail, rusted with blood and other bodily fluids. It pierced your flesh through your shoe, having been torn from what was most likely a stray board, which there were more than a numerous few strewn about the dungeon’s floors. Ser Seril blinked as he pushed it through the sole of your boot, plucking it in between his fingers and held it against the failing sunlight. 

This would be your ultimate killer…? It left a bitter taste in the knight's throat. 

It was such a tragic end to your heroic tale… 

They would never forget you and they wouldn’t let the world forget the service that you had done for them, one good human being to another, and for the crown of Rondon. You would die here, in the wilds and underneath the night sky but your name would live on for an eternity in the minds and hearts of the people of the country that you inadvertently defended with your life. 

Ending H- “It was just a prick…”

AHAHAHAHA!!!! APRIL FOOLS! HA! DID YOU SEE THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE?! YOU ACTUALLY THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO GET OUT ALIVE!!

😂😂😂

I'm going to post a big ass poll sometime because I have a LOT of recommendations and I'd like to know which one's y'all would like to see next! I'll be doing both the first game and Termina so feel free to recommend more!

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