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lotornomiko · 4 years

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Light Grasping Darkness (1 of 6, mostly work safe for 1)

Old, old fic of mine...touched up with tweaks to words, grammar, sentence structure that sort of thing. Nothing too major a change, just the perfectionist in me trying to make it a smoother and more enjoyable read....I got the urge to reread this, and of course, couldn’t make it through without trying to “fix” it. And someday I really need to write the sequel, Light Seducing Darkness.

I believe this was my first foray into Hook Emma/Captain Swan fanfic. It starts out i guess R rated, but by chapter two vastly becomes super smutty. This is set in season two, is an AU, has Rumplestiltskin character death. According to fanfic net I originally wrote this in July 2013..., long before season five made Hook as a Dark One a thing. XD

As such, it was written with some thoughts in my head, (I looked at my old author’s notes) where I had thought Hook wasn’t aware of what would happen if he used the dagger on the dark one. I firmly believed he wanted to get his revenge and die, and would have been pissed to find himself stuck as the new Dark One. Although in this fic, from what I remember, I don’t think I gave him much time to be pissed, between the evil queenS orders, and the lust that quickly spilled over in an effort to combat it.

Will be posting all six parts of the completed first in a series fic onto my tumblr, as well as updating it at archive and fanfic.net. Will be posting on tumblr as I finished going over each chapter.

There are moments, all too brief respites, where everything stands frozen and still. It is a lie, the quiet that it brings giving them the illusion of the luxuries they no longer have. Chief among them is time, every moment stolen, every second bringing them closer to what just may be their deaths. However, there is no time to grieve, no time to wage protest against an unfair fate. There exists only now, the running and the plotting, readying themselves for a war they are ill equipped to fight under the best of circumstances, and that was before Gold had been killed.

There's no time to mourn him, no time to do anything more than acknowledge the fallen. Gold stands to be the first in what will become a string of massacres, the worst nightmare of many coming true as Storybrooke falls under the power of not one, but TWO evil queens.

Maybe, just maybe they would stand a chance if it had only been Cora and Regina to contend with. Maybe then they could have won, somehow backed only by the power of the savior, a power that she herself didn't understand and had barely begun to explore. But there had never been time, and Emma had never seen need to truly explore the potential within her, the magic that left her so frightened and disturbed.

She regrets that now, a million if only running through her head. Wondering if only she had made the time, if only she had put aside her duties as sheriff, if only she had taken seriously Gold's attempts to tutor her. Nothing and no one can change the past now, not Emma as the savior, and not even Gold with all the power of the Dark One at his fingertips.

All that power had done little good once Gold had lost control of the dagger. Enslaved by the one who controlled the blade, Gold had been rendered helpless, unable to do anything to ward off the death that had finally come calling.

It wasn't just that they had lost a valuable ally in the war against evil. It was the power the evil queens had gained, the magic that was now theirs to command. A power they were all to quick to use, despite the fact that their tool was a staggered weapon at best.

Emma tried not to shudder as she remembered the scream that had followed Gold's death. The scream that had been unlike anything she had ever before heard, the pain and shock of what was happening registered within it, leaving the Dark One confused, fighting against fate, against orders. That resistance to do as commanded, was the only reason why Emma and her family were still alive. Was the only reason why they were able to run long enough to scheme. Not that the Charmings had much in the way of ideas, not when the dagger was so essential to defeating that which was coming.

It was hard not to give in to those hopeless feelings. To not wonder what chance they stood, with the power of the Dark One turned against them. Even as Emma fought against despairing, she acknowledged that she didn't know enough, not to fight and not to use the power locked inside her. For all that lack of, there was hope, Emma realizing that although she didn't know much about being the savior, the young woman also didn't know enough to truly believe the Dark One was completely unstoppable, dagger aside. And she disliked immensely the pitying looks her father and mother both gave her when she had said so.

Perhaps it was because they were of the other world, and always had lived with the knowledge that there was no true way to destroy the Dark One. Even before the existence of the dagger had become known, the people who had lived in the Enchanted Kingdoms, had grown up believing in the Dark One's invincibility. They had learned first hand, the failures of those who had made attempts on the Dark One's life, had been terrorized and manipulated for years far longer than Gold had been alive.

The Dark One already so terrifying, had become something else entirely under Rumplestiltskin's control. The man had twisted the legends, distorted truths until the name Rumplestiltskin was feared, the man rather than the monster fear, and with that faded memory had gone many’s truths behind the dagger. Through his masterful manipulations, most had gone on to forget that the Dark One had once been a slave, that whoever possessed the dagger had controlled the beast. Forgotten about, it was now a painful reminder that had been slammed into them, stark and potent in its devastating truths.

It was that reminder that was snuffing the hope out of David and Mary Margaret's eyes. That and the memories of those failed attempts to kill, to corner, to even contain Rumplestiltskin and his power. They remembered well the hardships, and the sheer desperation that had led the Blue Fairy into finally discovering a way, albeit a temporary one. A way meant to hold him, to imprison him long enough so that a single generation of people would have peace of mind.

There would be no repeating that way, even if the Blue Fairy had been capable of repeating that spell. In the realm of Storybrooke, even with magic brought back into it, there simply wasn't enough of the Enchanted Kingdoms in this land. There wasn't enough of the ingredients needed to power the spell, no time to prepare, no location secured to act as a prison. There wasn't enough of anything, David and Mary Margaret knowing this, and thus choosing not to build their daughter's hopes up.

They held back, but didn't stop their daughter from scheming. Desperate plan after desperate plan came flowing, none of them seeming plausible, none of them offering true hope of survival. Emma wouldn't, couldn’t, give up, not even when faced with the Dark One, watching as her gun's bullets slammed into his black leather clad chest.

Was it the bullets or the pain of them that seemed to confuse him? He'd actually look down, stare at the small holes in his clothing, smoke curling upwards out of them. His hand would raise, finger fitting into one of the holes. No blood, the skin already healing, mending together as though the bullet had never torn it open.

No further proof was needed that their weapons were useless. And yet Emma kept on firing. Watching the body jerk back with each shell's piercing, seeing the expression on the Dark One's face, a lost look of a despair all his own. She didn't truly understand the expression, or the reasons behind it. Why would he allow such pain to color his eyes? Pain that had nothing to do with the bullets, or Mary Margaret's arrows. Hadn't this been what he had wanted? Hadn't he pursued Gold over time and space, in an effort to bring about his end and claim his power? Hadn't he become exactly what he had always wanted?

Emma didn't know that she was jumping to conclusions. Didn't know, and truth be known, wouldn't have cared. She was blinded by what she saw as his betrayal, cursing herself a fool for ever even giving him a moment's benefit of doubt. She should have known better, DID know better. Once burned, you never, ever give a person a second chance to hurt you. And yet for him, she had. For him she had pushed back the betrayals, choosing to ignore how he had left her and her friends, even her mother, to die in a rotting dungeon, or of the time shortly after, where he had been set on killing her.

Nothing personal he had claimed. And she had believed him! Was it her own guilt at work there? Was it the fact that Emma had not only abandoned him, but left him trapped at the top of a beanstalk, that led her to grudgingly bear him no ill will? Was it that same guilt that made her feel responsible, made Emma think that if she had done one thing differently, none of this would have come to past? Or did she simply regret not killing him when she had had the chance?

No way to know, no time to mull over the what ifs. She was out of bullets, and he was coming, his black leather riddled with smoking holes, but his body otherwise fine. More than fine, if one ignored the anguish of his expression. Always a handsome man, that beauty had become more pronounced, devastatingly dark and seductive, all the better to lure foolish maidens to their ruin.

Emma wasn't foolish, but even she couldn't look at that dark beauty and not be affected. She rebelled against the want that fisted inside her, total defiance spurring her to fling her gun at him. His arm raised, the gun bouncing off harmlessly. She barely registered the sound of steel being drawn, the borrowed sword in her grip as she took up a new stance, readying herself to die fighting.

David was somewhere to the right of her, a sword that had slayed dragons, in his hand. Arrows came from the left of her, Mary Margaret rapidly depleting her stock of projectiles. They were catching on fire, bursting into smoke instead of striking him, though the Dark One hadn't seemed intent on defending himself.

With a challenging scream, Emma and her father both rushed the Dark One at the same time. David's sword twirled in his grip, slashing downwards one moment, then attempting to belly thrust the next. Emma's blade met the metal of his hook, the Dark One effortlessly holding her back. She didn't fight his shove back, instead rebounding, spinning round to come at his head from a new angle. But the blow didn't connect, his hook there, stopping her blade, even as David mercilessly hacked away at his sides. He came away with nothing for his troubles, save to chip away bits of the leather of the Dark One's coat.

Emma bit out a frustrated sound, lashing out with her legs. At best the target she chose would distract him, at worse leave him infuriated. Her knee connected, and for a second it seemed the breath blew out of the Dark One. Her father quick to seize the advantage, went for the Dark One's heart, intending to split it in half with his blade.

And then David was airborne, a self presevation of the Dark One sending Emma's father flying. He didn't go far, the forest too crowded with trees, one of which he slammed into headfirst. Emma heard her mother scream out, Mary Margaret running towards where David had landed. He wasn't moving, the sword slamming tip first into the ground, inches away from his body.

Emma didn't dare think that David might be dead. Didn't dare allow herself to fear she had lost a father she had barely begun to know. She just tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword, grim determination in her to somehow bring down this monster.

The sword was caught mid blow, wrenched free of her hand by an unnatural force. She wouldn't let that deter her, striking him close fisted in the face and coming away with a hand that had gone numb from the contact. An arrow flew, just missing the Dark One's face, Emma hearing Mary Margaret screaming at her to run.

Even if she wasn’t stubbornly rebelling against such a command, there was no chance to flee. The Dark One had grabbed her by the throat, lifting her up off the ground. Leaving Emma choking one instant, growling the next. More arrows flew past, Mary Margaret refusing to take her own advice, refusing to abandon her husband and daughter to this unstoppable monster.

Emma felt her mother's frustration, as she kicked out with her legs, clawing at the arm of the hand that so effortlessly held her up off the ground. She didn't want to believe she was going to die like this, one hand digging her nails into his, the other held towards him in a warding gesture.

"Hook..." She barely got out his name, her voice sounded like gravel in response to the grip crushing down on her throat. "Please..." Emma hated that she was begging, but her options had run out. There was nothing left to do, but plead with a monster, hope there was enough of the man left inside him, to listen and show mercy.

"Emma..." The Dark One had hesitated, his grip relaxing slightly. Sorrow colored his sea dark eyes, an expression so unsettling on he who had once been nothing but wickedly flirtatious. Emma saw then that he really didn't want to do this, that he was truly enslaved by the dagger. That he was fighting even now, the compulsions of his mistress' command. And yet it would do none of them any good, could only delay the inevitable.

"Fight it." urged Emma, still speaking in the raspy tones forced on her by that bruising grip of his.

"I want to." He admitted, and then his grip tightened again. "But I can't..."

She tried to scream in frustration, but it came out a mere whimper. How did one fight, how did one hope to win against the Dark One's power? How did anyone do anything but lay down and die, when faced with such unfair odds.

"Help me." The Dark One gritted out through clenched teeth. Emma's eyes had widened, the woman shocked completely at the Dark One's plea. "Save me..."

All seemed frozen, waiting for Emma's answer. But how could she save him, when Emma couldn't even save herself? The familiar frustrations bloomed within her, Emma wishing she understood the power she was supposed to have. Would it have been enough? Was there anyway for the product of true love to combat such an ancient, and all powerful evil?

Her vision was blurring, the grip on her throat slowly but surely suffocating her. Wetness pricked at her eyes, but Emma refused to give in to tears. Sound echoed from a distance, Mary Margaret's scream barely more than a whisper. She saw faces of her past float before her, Neal, her son Henry, that of her parents and friends. Even Gold appeared, a ghostly vision of the past that helped remind her that the power was within her, Emma merely had to focus to find it, to know what she needed to do.

Difficult to focus when one was losing their tenacious grip on reality. Emma reached out, her hand making contact with the Dark One's chest. He felt warm, so full of life and vitality, in comparison to the cold that was streaking icy tendrils through her. Emma wanted that warmth, wanted to use it to stave off the cold. Her hand moved, doing an unconscious caress as she dipped inside his shirt to touch directly on his skin.

So focused was she on the warming feel of his flesh that Emma almost missed the look that flashed in the Dark One's eyes. Almost didn't see Hook looking back at her, the pain and surprise being eaten away by something primal. It was sin of a most wicked kind that gazed out at her, the ever flirtatious pirate longing for something she had never been prepared to give him. Emma would give it to him now, if it meant they stood a chance of surviving, if it meant it would buy Mary Margaret enough time to flee.

With the breath being choked out of her, Emma directed her touch lower, her accidental caress gaining purpose. The breath hissed out of the Dark One, Hook looking as though he was the one struggling to breathe now. His eyes were swallowed up in desire, when her hand slipped into his pants, Emma not bothering with being coy, or teasing, directly grasping hold of his cock, and giving it a purposeful squeeze.

Hook reacted immediately, the grip on her throat loosening as his erection sprung to potent life. Emma had a second to be amazed, and even made breathless and dazed, she didn't miss the cocksure smirk that he gave her, Hook proud of himself and the formidable size of his erection. He had been right to boast, and a part of her was actually anticipating feeling that length of his thrusting inside her.

Continuing to touch him, to stroke and grip the focal point of his arousal, Emma looked Hook right in the eyes, a smirk of her own inviting him to play. "What say we take this some place more private?"

It was all she had to say, Hook's arm going around her waist, pulling her against him so that her breasts squished against his chest. Emma didn't allow a second of hesitation to affect her, knowing there was no room for doubts at this point in time. This was the right course, the only course, and though it might just be delaying the inevitable, it might just buy the needed time. Time for her to figure out her powers, or time for Mary Margaret to find Ruby and Henry, and flee to where the Dark One's powers could not follow.

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To Be Continued....

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rpgsandbox · 6 years

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katalyna-rose · 7 years

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Arlathan AU to be written later, later!: Solas and Lyna separated by the rapid events prior to the Veil. Lyna waking before her husband and becomes Inquisitor. Solas as he sees his wife again, his mark in her hand in the dungeons of Haven, seeing her at the rift, unable to control his feelings and the lost bond.

You’re the reason I’m behind on my Vhenan updates, love! XD

So here we have a continuation of the Arlathan AU with the arranged marriage, the wedding night, and some masturbation/magic fun!

We interrupt your regularly scheduled smut to bring you angst! :D

Solas had to struggle not to fall to his knees the moment he saw the elven woman lying on the cold, damp stone of the prison cell. Fortunately, his shock could be explained away as anything; surprise that it was an elven woman or that she existed at all. He could explain away the way his jaw grew slack with shock at the sight of her. But it took all his strength not to rush to her side and fall to his knees and kiss her as though his touch would wake her up.

His wife lay limp on the broken stones of Haven’s dungeon, a woman who had lived nearly as long as he had, who had survived wars even before the rebellion, who had fought at his side to free their people from the other Evanuris. He had not known what became of her after he erected the Veil, against her wishes, and been forced in uthenera from the drain on his power. He had not found her in the Fade for all his wanderings and feared the worst, that his mistake had led to her death. Once he woke, he had not known how to locate her, where she might have slept if indeed she had been sleeping. He’d divided his time since waking between recovering, finding a way to unlock his orb, and finding her. He had thus far been successful in none of his endeavors, still weak, his orb lost for the moment, and not a sign of her or how to find her, the threads that had bound them for millennia silent.

Yet there she lay, his heart unconscious with the Anchor from his orb burned into her palm. There was no chance at all that it was a coincidence, that anything other than her own conscious designs had brought her close enough to the focus of his power to touch it and receive that mark. She was too clever to be driven by happenstance.

He was locked into the cell with her, told to find out anything he could about her and the mark on her palm and how she could have survived the explosion at the Temple of Sacred Ashes. He went willingly, eagerly, into her cage. He needed to touch her, make sure she was real, help her if he could. He’d always been a good healer, but her skill was far beyond his. If he could wake her, perhaps she could restore herself. Perhaps he could see her eyes and taste her smile once more.

He first assessed her health and found her near death. Panic rose in his chest, wondering if that was why he could not feel her through their marriage bond. He poured whatever power he’d regained into her, to steady her heart and regulate her breathing. He mended bones and knit torn muscle, soothed aches and smoothed bruises until his vhenan was whole once more. But still he did not feel her in his mind. He had not been so alone in thousands of years and it was awful, nearly painful. He missed her comforting presence in his mind more than anything else of the old world, the right world. Her love had filled his heart and his mind for centuries, and without it he felt as though a piece of himself was missing. She was his heart, beating outside his chest, and she was silent to him.

Her eyelids fluttered, signifying that she was waking. Solas glanced around for watching eyes and listening ears and found nothing; they were alone now that hours had passed during which he had healed her. The shemlen were so impatient…

Lyna moaned softly, her brow furrowing as eyes fluttered open. She stared at him blankly for a moment before her eyes widened and filled with tears. She reached a hand up to his face and he caught it and held it against his cheek, crying with her.

“I couldn’t find you,” she said, her voice hoarse as though she’d been screaming for hours. Perhaps she had. “I searched and searched for centuries.” She hiccuped, tears running hot and fast down her face. “I watched our people diminish because you wouldn’t wait for me to find another solution. I asked anyone who would listen where you had gone. No one knew. I watched scavengers pick apart what remained of our people. I watched them forget who they are and what they were meant for. I had no power left to guide them, though I tried. Nearly everyone who would have followed me had perished because of your impatience, vhenan. I couldn’t find you!”

He shushed her, trying to soothe her. “I am here now,” he reminded her. “We have found each other. Ir abelas, vhenan. You were right. I was a fool and I should have listened.” He bent his head and kissed her and she leaned up eagerly to his touch. He kissed her hard for all the long years they’d been apart, each searching for the other, each fearing the worst. He devoured her mouth, biting her lips, being bitten, tongues dancing together. It was bliss. But it was not connection. He pulled away.

“Why can’t I feel you?” he asked her, despair threatening to overwhelm him as tears continued to fall. “Did you annul our marriage while I slept? Were you that furious with me?”

Weak though her grip was, she tugged at him desperately until he wrapped her in his arms and held her close. “Never, ma sa’lath,” she told him fiercely. “You are my only love and even though you can be an idiot I would have no other. The marriage bonds were just another part of our magic that cannot exist without the Fade. There are so many… but this is the one I miss the most.”

“I feel empty without you in my mind,” he admitting softly, clutching her tightly. “Alone.”

“So do I,” she murmured into his shoulder, strong hand keeping him close. “It feels wrong to be alone in my own head. I don’t like it.”

He sniffled, trying to collect himself. “I will fix it,” he told her, pulling back far enough to see her face. “When I find my orb again I can undo this mistake.” She was shaking her head before he even finished speaking.

“You would destroy them to accomplish it,” she said.

“What does it matter?” he asked. “They were never meant to exist. They are not our people!”

“But they are people, ma sa’lath,” she told him with conviction. “They are real, more than the shadows you see.”

“How do you know what I see?” he asked her, frustrated with this half formed communication, incomplete without their bond to add layers of nuance and emotion to each word.

“Because I know you, my heart, even without our bond,” she told him as though it were obvious. He supposed it should be. “You would see them as less so that destroying them is not a crime, is not the genocide it is. But they are not less, only different. I have not slept through these long years as you have. I have lived among them all this time and watched them grow and change. They are real, Fen’Harel.”

“Don’t use that name,” he warned quickly, panic making him glance about again to confirm that they were alone. “They cannot know who we are. Surely you know that they would kill us on the spot if they knew!”

“Yes, of course I know,” she told him calmly. “I belong to a Dalish clan now. I have for a few centuries, trying to teach them the old ways as much as I can. They would protect my identity and the knowledge of my true age with their lives if they had to. To all the world, I am Lyna Ashavise Lavellan, from the Free Marches. Who are you?”

“Solas,” he told her with a smile. “Just Solas, an apostate and a traveler, a Dreamer who knows much of the Fade. I told them the truth about myself, every question they asked answered with the truth. But they didn’t ask me if I had other names. They didn’t ask the important questions, so they do not know me as anything more than a humble elven apostate.”

“A smart move,” she complimented with a small smile. “One of the few you have made,” she continued, her tone biting. She shook her head. “You gave your power to a corrupted magister who wishes to be a god? I was there when he and his ilk breached the Fade! I saw the terror they wrought and the devastation they caused with their spells! They thought to claim the Black City for their Old God dragons, but instead they nearly breached the prison and freed those trapped within! And now he works on behalf of no dragon-god, only for himself. He is dangerous, Solas! How could you ever think this was a good idea?”

“He should be dead now from the blast,” Solas said with a dismissive wave.

“He is not,” Lyna ground out, glaring hard. “He knew, Solas. Don’t ask me how, but he knew the devastation he would cause and he knew he would survive it.”

“What happened?” he asked quickly, panic rising again. Lyna frowned, then closed her eyes to concentrate. When she opened them again, terror filled her gaze.

“I don’t remember,” she whispered, her voice so small. “I remember infiltrating the Conclave, posing as a servant. I don’t remember what happened after. I don’t remember finding him or how he unlocked the orb.” She gazed at the Anchor in her hand. “I don’t remember how I got this.” She looked up at him again, eyes wet with tears. “Solas, I don’t know what happened to me.” He wrapped her in his arms again, holding her close.

“Hush, ma sa’lath, be at ease,” he whispered into her tangled and dirty hair. “You are safe and we will discover what happened.” He held her as she shook in terror. He didn’t know what she felt, what thoughts sped through her mind as they sat in silence and held each other, and that hurt more than any of her accusations or revelations. He missed her, though she was clutching at his chest for comfort. He missed her even more now that he’d found her again. For as long as he had known her, she had been a part of him. To be with her yet without that connection was agony.

“What do we tell them?” she asked at last, as her tears finally dried. “We cannot tell them who we are. But I will not treat you like a stranger now that we’re finally together again.”

“I could not bear that, either,” he admitted. She pulled back to look at him and he claimed her lips again. “I will tell them that you are my wife, but not yet,” he told her when they pulled back. “You should sleep again and pretend you did not wake for me. When you wake next, you will be interrogated, most likely by Cassandra and Leliana, perhaps also a man named Cullen though I believe he is fighting right now. I doubt it will be pleasant. I will tell them that the mark in your hand, of which they have no knowledge, might be able to close the rifts in the Veil. It will be explained to you later,” he said when she opened her mouth to question him. “For now, it is best that your reactions be genuine. You will be brought to a rift and I will be there. I’ll make sure of it. Run to me then as though it is your first time seeing me in years. We will admit to them that we are married and I will explain that I withheld this information because I feared for you. You will seal the rift with the Anchor and they will be forced to admit that they need you.” He paused and looked her over, stroking her cheek and considering the plan. “There is so much danger to you… But I do not know what else to do. Will you trust me for now? I swear I will listen to whatever plan you come up with, but for now I believe it would be best to play along with them and make ourselves invaluable.”

“Alright, vhenan,” she said after a moment, and he almost sagged in relief. “Once I know what is happening and can assess the situation, we will discuss this again. But for now, I will sleep. And when I wake I will be interrogated and then brought to a rift in the Veil, which I will seal. And we will tell them that we are wed and we will make ourselves invaluable to them in order to protect ourselves.” He nodded and she pulled his face down to hers again, devouring his mouth with desperation. “Put me to sleep, then, vhanan,” she whispered when she released him. “And remember that I love you. And we will never be parted again.” He kissed her forehead, magic in the touch, and her eyelids drooped.

“Ar lath ma,” he reminded her as sleep took her once more. She would wake in a few hours and he needed to tell Cassandra his carefully constructed story.

#katalyna writes #solavellan #arlathan au #elvhenan au #solas #lavellan #lyna lavellan #angst

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writingxonthewall-archive · 3 years

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//Survived surgery, still feeling like absolutely run over garbage and in a decent amount of pain, so I will be spotty.

I’ve just been laid up in bed and feeling a bit bored so asked my wife to bring the laptop and I’m poking around. Can’t guarantee I will get to anything of much substance.

#OOC: Painted Faces Out Of Parade #Down Once More to the Dungeons of My Black Despair: Update

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writingxonthewall-archive · 3 years

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//Hey all. Bear with me for just another day. I’m off Friday (my birthday) through Monday and will have plenty of time to be around and catch up and start new things.

For tonight and tomorrow, I have been and will be working behind the scenes to update my Current Featured Muse List as well as finish up adding 2 more new muses! I am excited to add them and get to write them with you all.

Tonight, I added RK800 Connor (The Android Sent By CyberLife) and am super stoked to get to write him. :)

So I’ll see you all Thursday night and through the weekend! Thanks for the patience!

-J

#Down Once More to the Dungeons of My Black Despair: Update

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writingxonthewall-archive · 3 years

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//It was no easy decision to make up my mind for what I am about to announce, but please know that it was made to make sure that I could keep my sanity and be able to be inspired to be here and become motivated and organized again to be able to get replies back on track and kick my butt back into gear.

I have made the decision to give this blog a clean slate/fresh start by wiping out my drafts.

This means that I will be deleting all current drafts and starting over with new/fresh threads. I have also wiped out my ask box and am starting fresh there.

It’s almost the new year and consider this a new start for this blog. I apologize profusely. Everything just got away from me and I couldn’t keep up with it all on top of things going on in my real life like a wedding, the pandemic, job stuff, school, and mental/physical health. It all became too much and despite wanting so badly to write with all of you and accepting all of these requests to RP and starter calls... I just couldn’t keep up.

So, that’s where we are. I plan to do better and be better from here. I will be utilizing the queue and posting new starter calls/ask memes.

Thank you so much for understanding and sticking with me. <3

#OOC: Painted Faces Out Of Parade #Down Once More to the Dungeons of My Black Despair: Update

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writingxonthewall-archive · 4 years

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//My attention span / concentration lately while trying to do any kind of replies....

#OOC: Painted Faces Out Of Parade #Down Once More to the Dungeons of My Black Despair: Update #//like I have been sitting here all day and NOTHING #//I cannot focus to save my life and I feel like an asshole for it #//I WANT to write and just....#//nothing #//I don't know maybe I am just having a bad mental health day #//just know that I really DO want to write and do replies #//my mind has just honked the horn and peaced out

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writingxonthewall-archive · 4 years

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//Hello and welcome to my blog. :) This pinned post is intended to help those who are just viewing my page as well as myself and all my current and future partners. This post will be updated to keep as current as possible. If you ever have any questions or comments, please feel free to message me at any time. I promise I don’t bite!

Important Links To Follow / Navigation

Rules (Mobile Friendly)- HERE

Current Starter Calls - HERE

Promo - HERE

Threads - HERE

Memes - HERE

Muse Roulette - HERE

Permanent Starter Calls - HERE

Drabbles - HERE

Current Featured Muse List - HERE

Activity Level

HIATUS - 11/28/21 - (*this date will reflect the last time I was on and checked my asks and replies owed etc.*)

Organization/Starters/Replies

To keep myself organized and for my own sanity, I got rid of thread tracker which, honestly, just made me anxious and guilty. To keep track of replies owed, when I see a reply, starter or answered ask you have made for me or directed at me, I will always hit LIKE. If you don’t see me hitting like after a day or two, please feel free to nudge me with a link to the reply, starter etc.

Current Ask Box Count

4 asks

Current Queued Posts

0 queued posts

Current Drafts

24 drafts

Current Starters Owed

0 (**PLEASE MESSAGE ME IF I OWE YOU A STARTER**) starters

Where In The World Is J?

When I am not here, I have several other blogs that I run and may be on at any given time as well as dealing with real life stuff. You can find me/follow me at these other blogs below and/or CLICK HERE to see a list of the blogs I currently have the most muse for and am most likely to be at!

Arthur Fleck / Joker (Joker 2019) - smilewithapurpose

**Chris Redfield - noonegetsleftbehind

Multi-Fandom Multi-Muse - writingxonthewall

Bruce Wayne / Batman (Burtonverse) - sixfootbat

Vicki Vale (Burtonverse) - gothamsvale

Alexander “Allie” Knox (Burtonverse) - allieknox

Bob the Goon (Burtonverse) - bobtgoon

Selina Kyle / Catwoman (Burtonverse) - hellherekitty

Sebastian J Kyle (Joker 2019 verse / DC OC) - ifyoujustsmile

Adrian Veidt / Ozymandias (Watchmen) - imnotacomicbookvillain

Eddie Blake / The Comedian (Watchmen) - fxckingjoke

Harry Osborn (Raimiverse Spiderman) - oscorpson

Reaver (Fable II and III) - skilledreaver

Sparrow and Princess (Fable Multimuse) - fabledheroesofalbion

Future Trunks (DBZ and Super) - weapondoesntmakeaman

Gohan (DBZ and Super) - withoutviolence

Dick Grayson/Robin (1960′s Batman) - holyrobinbatman

**- I keep logged in on this blog on my phone and I am most likely to be on here. If you would like to chat or message me or get a hold of me, this will be the place to do so.

#OOC: Painted Faces Out Of Parade #Down Once More to the Dungeons of My Black Despair: Update #tw: long post

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writingxonthewall-archive · 4 years

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//Currently working on the pages and images for the following muses that will be added today:

Bruce Wayne/Batman - Nolan Trilogy Romeo Montague - Romeo & Juliet (90′s)

#OOC: Painted Faces Out Of Parade #Down Once More to the Dungeons of My Black Despair: Update

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//I need another damn muse like I need a hole in the head, but...

I considered making it a verse on @sixfootbat - my Batman 89/Batman Returns Bruce/Batman, but I feel like he’d be better off separated and decided to put him on here.

Bruce Wayne/Batman - The Nolan Trilogy

#Down Once More to the Dungeons of My Black Despair: Update #OOC: Painted Faces Out Of Parade

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writingxonthewall-archive · 3 years

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//Quick reminder that I start back to work full-time on Monday (Monday-Friday adult 7am start time job) after being out since the end of July for health reasons and surgery. My activity will remain at sporadic, but may be a little more sporadic. However, I have a lot of my spoopy muses here and those are what I am most focused on from now through November.

I’ll be posting/reblogging the starter calls for my current featured muses. Feel free to like these starter calls. I am going to try to get to as much as I can as far as starters and drafts before I return to work, but I can’t guarantee how much lol.

Imma be active tonight and tomorrow, but for nooooow.... I’m going to go slap some dye in my hair because that’s apparently what I do at 7:40 at night on a Saturday : D

May post some memes as well!

#OOC: Painted Faces Out Of Parade #Down Once More to the Dungeons of My Black Despair: Update

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writingxonthewall-archive · 4 years

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//All permanent starter calls are queued through tomorrow. I may be sending out starters to those who have liked the calls thus far in order to get some things going. I may also begin reblogging memes, musing, aesthetic and visage posts on top of the queued posts so apologies ahead of time for the amount of posts.

I am currently working on a mobile page for rules and muses. Once finished, it will be linked.

Anything else, please feel free to message :) I’ll be here.

#OOC: Painted Faces Out Of Parade #Down Once More to the Dungeons of My Black Despair: Update

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writingxonthewall-archive · 4 years

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//I am absolutely thrilled and overjoyed to announce....

THIS BLOG IS OFFICIALLY LAUNCHED AND OPEN FOR RP!!!!

That being said, I will be setting up a queue for all of my permanent starter calls. I will have them set to go through tomorrow. So, my apologies for an influx of posts from me.

I will also be reblogging some meme specific things, drabbles, headcanons etc for my muses. I will try not to horrifically spam the dash. I'm sorry ahead of time for all the posts. Please also note that there are some pages that are incomplete due to waiting to get things going etc.

Please feel free to message me to plot, chat, send in an ask, or whatever you want. As I said....

THIS BLOG IS NOW OPEN FOR RP!!!

#OOC: Painted Faces Out Of Parade #Down Once More to the Dungeons of My Black Despair: Update

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writingxonthewall-archive · 3 years

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//Another little update for everyone - I am awaiting surgery, currently. I go Wednesday for my consult with the surgeon and I will know then how long I have to wait for this hell to be over. Fingers crossed and good vibes it’s REALLY soon. Like this week or next preferably.

At any rate, my activity will continue to be spotty to almost non-existent as this continues. Currently, I am almost constantly in pain, but have had to return to work. When I am home I am resting. When I get surgery it may be a minute until I can sit at my laptop comfortable enough to write replies etc.

Any well wishes and patience are much appreciated. <3 Thank you all!

#OOC: Painted Faces Out Of Parade #Down Once More to the Dungeons of My Black Despair: Update

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//Hey all. I know it’s been a bit and things have been spotty etc. I wanted to kind of update on things here.

((Lots of health/ER/Hospital/Doctors mention under the cut))

When I say it’s been a week/month/2 months... Holy shit do I mean it.

We’ll focus on the last week here, but know that within the last 2 months I have been to an after hours orthopedic urgent care, the ER for a kidney stone that I passed at the ER, the ER for a concussion and in the last week???

Last Monday I was hit with sudden, excruciating pressure and pain in my abdomen. I could barely breathe or get comfortable at all it was so bad. Had bloodwork and urine sample... Doc came in and told me she thought it was constipation and I just needed to go home with a giant bottle of miralax and I’d be fine and she saw no need to do a CT scan. Okay great. I listened and went home still in pain thinking okay I’m just full of shit.

Several days went by and my pain was still there and worsening. Only thanks to drinking a bunch of water with miralax every day as instructed... I was also spending lots of time in my bathroom and feeling a whole other kind of miserable.

I kept trying to ignore the pain, thinking I was being a baby or that I would go in and they would fine nothing and I would still be in pain with no answers. It wasn’t until I had a conversation with one of my closest friends on Saturday about the state of things with me that I got the final push I needed. I knew in my gut something was wrong. She gave me that nudge and reassurance I needed that something WAS wrong and I needed to go get it checked. So I went to the ER at like 11 at night.

Guess what? Something was wrong. I was, in fact, not constipated. Much worse, actually. I got an IV with fluid, more bloodwork drawn, was actually given some potent pain meds via IV that literally only took the edge off of the pain I was feeling, and then was taken to do a CT with contrast. As I was being given more pain meds for the pain, I found out what was going on.

I have a kidney stone on the right. My kidney and ureter are swollen on the right. There is a kidney stone in the kidney on the left and my left ureter is swollen. Annnd.... A gallstone. My insides are like Mick Jagger over here... Rolling Stones.

Got written a bunch of scripts and thank god stuff for pain. I see my urologist tomorrow and a GI specialist on the 19th. With me? I’ve been having kidney stones off and on since I was 18. I know what they are made of, but not what is causing them. Since living with my wife... This is the 5th one I have had in 5 years. One of which I had to have surgically removed. One that stayed stuck for almost 3 weeks. My track record is not good. This is also my first gallstone so I am not sure what to expect here.

But yeah. I am here. I am in significant pain, but at least I know why and am treating for the right thing. I basically suffered through 5 days of horrible pain and was taking meds to make me another kind of miserable/sick. If it wasn’t for the advice and nudge from my friend... I’d still be in horrid pain and getting more sick.

Moral of the story? You know your own body. Trust your gut. Advocate for your own health.

That said? I will try to be here, but the pain and meds make me sleepy and sometimes it’s hard to concentrate. I can’t guarantee I will get to a lot if anything. I appreciate any and all patience in this matter. <3

#OOC: Painted Faces Out Of Parade #Down Once More to the Dungeons of My Black Despair: Update #health problems tw #hospital mention tw #er mention tw #mun stuff tw

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