#dusky writes

[duskymrel]

A Cold Touch

Synopsis: You have been sick for a few weeks and Malleus has been worried sick about you. However, he's pleased to find that you've had a sudden burst of energy! This must mean that you're getting better, right?

Reader is gender neutral and has been married to Malleus for a little over a year.

Tw: death :((

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Malleus sat at the meeting table, distressed that he had to be here and not by your side. He hated it. He hated it. It showed on his face, too. Everyone at the table felt the sweat beads roll down the napes of their neck under their king’s glower, eager to finish the meeting as soon as they possibly could.

You had been ill for several weeks at this point, and Malleus had been in a constant state of dismay over it. He fretted over you, bringing in every health professional he could from all over the region. Despite his demands, nobody could figure out quite what was wrong with you. They assured him, however, that you would be fine.

That didn’t stop him from worrying.

He felt a buzzing in his head as one of the diplomats from the kingdom beyond his blabbered on. Malleus knew this treaty was important to avoid war, but he couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment. Every second he wasn’t by your side was a second you could leave him. A second he wasn’t there to protect you. What if the forehead kiss he gave you before going this morning was the last he ever gave you? It plagued his mind, repeating like a broken record.

Finally, finally, the damned meeting was over. Malleus all but flew out of the meeting room, cape billowing behind him. He took a moment to compose himself outside of your shared room, for he never wanted to show you how troubled he truly was by your illness. It was the principle of the thing. He softly opened the door and entered, but found himself quite taken aback by what he found.

You had gotten out of bed by yourself and had photos scattered around you on the ground. He felt his heart grow lighter and walked over to you, sitting down. You glance up at him and smile brightly, with the energy he was used to seeing. It filled him with relief.        

“Hey, Mal-Mal. How did your meeting go?”

“Awful. I hated every second I wasn’t with you.” You laughed at that, that wonderful laugh that made him love you all the more dearly. The laugh was broken by a coughing fit and Malleus attempted to help you up and put you back in bed, but you waved him off.

“No, no, I’m fine. I feel better than I have in weeks, actually. See, I was just looking through some of my old photos!" Malleus looked at the photos you had laid out and smiled at the fond memories. There were photos from Night Raven, with all of your friends. Grim. Ramshackle. Graduation. He liked the ones from your wedding best. Being coronated after the wedding. The most recent photo was of the two of you celebrating your first anniversary. So many happy memories, so many years of your life laid out in front of you on the floor.

Malleus took your hand and kissed the inside of your wrist. He had taken to doing so recently, as the sickness had made you so cold to the touch, but your wrist remained warm. It reminded him that you were still here, with him. He looked up at you softly.

“I’m glad to see you with so much more energy today, darling. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“...Can I have a kiss?” Oh, who would deny such a simple request? Certainly not he, so he indulged your request and leaned in to give you one.

Malleus’ heart grew heavy as he kissed you, for suddenly he was struck with a foreboding feeling. Why, all at once, did you have all this energy that your illness robbed you of? He felt a chill go up his spine, but he pushed aside his unease. It just meant you were getting better, surely.

You were alive and well, he reminded himself. This was a good thing- he should enjoy it.

“It’s getting late, my love. You really should go to sleep to build up your energy.” Malleus took your hand and gently helped you up. You conceded and allowed him to help you into bed, grumbling a little. He then picked up all your photos and carefully placed them back in your box, just the way you liked it.

Then Malleus crawled into bed next to you and held you in his arms. The two of you talked for a long while, and he was pleased to see how full of energy you were. Perhaps he really was stressed over nothing and the doctors were right. You would be fine.

He didn’t allow himself to fall asleep until you did, something he had done throughout the entirety of your relationship. As his eyes drifted shut, he smiled to himself. You were going to get better.

You were going to be okay.

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Malleus blinked his eyes open, sunlight peeking through the curtains directly onto his face. He could see outside a bit. It was your favorite kind of morning: sunny, warm, and the sounds of life could be heard outside. Perhaps you might be feeling well enough to go on a walk with him. He closed his eyes again and rolled over to face you.

“Good morning, love.” He took your hand and pressed a kiss to your wrist, smiling softly. Then his eyes flew open.

Your wrist was cold.

Malleus scrambled up, looking at your face. You looked like you could just be asleep. After all, you looked so incredibly peaceful. You looked paler than usual, but then again you had been pale since you first got sick.

He raised a shaky hand to your nose, but felt…. Nothing. No breath. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest with how hard it was pounding. He could hear nothing but the blood rushing through his ears. He felt for a pulse. Nothing. Laid his head on your chest. Nothing.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

He felt the world tilt. He gripped your shoulders and shook you desperately. He could barely hear his own screaming over the heartbeat in his ears. He shrieked your name so loud that servants burst open the door and rushed in. He paid them no notice. He paid no more notice when Lilia, Silver, and Sebek rushed in.

Malleus held you close to him, crying into your shoulder. His screams echoed through the halls of his palace and sent chills down the backs of those who could hear it. Lilia hesitantly stepped forward, gently laying his hand on Malleus’s shoulder.

“Malleu-”

“EVERYONE OUT.” Lilia flinched back, but nodded to the others. They all left, leaving Malleus alone to clutch onto you.

It felt as though he was being swallowed whole, like the very essence of his being was crashing down upon him. He had been a broken man, and you had taken the time to piece him back together again. The irony of you being the one to break him into smithereens all over again was almost palpable.

You had been Malleus’s rock, his anchor that brought him back to his humanity. But in the end, you became his Achilles' heel.

How long did he sit there, holding you in his arms, begging you to come back to him? He wasn’t sure. But at some point the numbness began to set in, slowly seeping through his veins like poison. An icy grip squeezed Malleus, and he finally had to admit it to himself: you were dead.

Malleus held your lifeless body close, unable to believe that he would never hear you laugh again, never kiss you again, never get to grow old with you. All he could feel was his heart breaking with every passing heartbeat, and for the first time in his long life, he could not summon the will to go on.

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When was the last time I even wrote anything. 💀

Idk anyways I got the idea from this from a thing my bestie @meltedbuttersblog wrote!! Totally check out their blog btw they're wonderful.

#dusky writes #malleus draconia #twst diasomnia #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #malleus x yuu #malleus x mc #malleus x y/n #malleus x reader #twst malleus #malleyuu #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia x yuu #malleus draconia x mc #Malleus draconia x y/n #Malleus draconia angst #lilia vanrouge #silver vanrouge #sebek zigvolt #twst angst #character death #major character death

[builtlikeastickofcelery]

GUESS WHAT GUYS

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt #duskys evening post #fic #dusky Writes #live laugh love casey jones

[ashersanity]

(anon that asked about johan) thanks for calling me based because ill carry the johan train if i have to, like if he has no fans then that means im dead. i would give johan poppies and be super niceys to him and stay in the asylum just to keep seeing him. we will be asylum friends…….

ok no more playing innocent LMAO. if he was a li and i had his love stat high enough i would sneak into his room just to fuck ngl. the other patients would be pissed about the noise for sure. he can drug me with the scent aphrodisiacs or whatever they are too idgaf id enjoy it. though would it have addictive qualities like the nectar of the plant people/strange flowers??? i need answers i will eat all of johans lore

Recruiting more Johan fuckers as if they were his bitches.. I already got two mutuals utterly obsessed with him by now and it’s only growing.

A patient makes their way over to you, craning their neck to usher into your ear, pointing at one boy in particular amongst the crowd of other patients babbling away. “That one’s Johan.” White haired, soft angelic features with half-lidded eyes, his gaze is fixed on the window, droplets of rain pitter pattering rhythmically against the glassy surface before trailing over, two different colored eyes locking with yours. Blue and green. “You should stay away from him. He’s real bad news.” Almost as if he’s heard, his pink lips curl into a smile, gentle and welcoming(?) Something about him makes your stomach tighten, uneasy. | + Stress | + Trauma

Shitty rambles under cut. Move along.

content warning! somnophilia?, exhibitionism?,

Nice strategy, he does prefer nicer people over meaner ones like whatever the fuck he had going on with Whitney which I wholeheartedly agree on your decision. Get that motherfucking bitch, make him pay twice, no, ten times as fucking hard than before. As funny as it is to be a certified Whitney fucker, I will support my dear son, Johan, to get his ass like he deserves to. Offer him all the poppies you want, based anon. He’d gracefully accept with that same gentle smile on his face, tucking the velvet plant away in his pockets if they even allow those at the asylum.

Forgot to mention though. Unlike most patients that reside in such a place, Johan’s room has been specifically moved over to one that isolates him from everyone else, especially tight on security there so it’d be nearly impossible to break into his room at night. He’s.. a special case as determined by Harper themselves, knuckle nudging their glasses up their nose bridge whenever they are to visit the white haired boy, ready for another one of their sick experiments. The doctor has already developed an obsession for him due to his.. interesting behaviour, thoughts, and of course, peculiar transformation.

On the other hand though, expect Johan at high enough lust and love, to be the one slipping into your room instead, aching cock jutted against the front of his pants as he settles himself on top of you. I’d say that he’s no better than Asher in terms of horniness though he seems to have a lot more of self-restraint which makes him all the more terrifying if you ask me, hyper aware of each and every action he makes. Yeah, wouldn’t bother waking you up either from that point on, flushed tip of his cock snagging against your hole as he slides himself inside you with a reverberating groan, clamping down onto your shoulder to muffle his sounds. If you were to awaken by chance however, he’d simply shush you up with his own lips, hungrily pressing against yours, tongue pushing through, sickeningly sweet words whispered into the shell of your ear. Master manipulator.

At low enough sanity and a combination of high lust, he might even participate in obscene acts such as fucking you straight up in front of the other patients, holding one of your legs up over his shoulder as he fucks into you. Cause quite the scene and commotion and that’s just what he wants, turning this messed up place upside down, driven by chaos. Fucked up little shit would even just break into Harper’s office, assuming to be where they keep their mic to announce certain things to the others. Yeah? Mic open, intercom running as he just has you pressed up against the wooden surface, grip tightening on your hips and leaving fresh bruises behind, wanting you to shamelessly moan out his name. Probably huffs a laugh under his breath once the guards come in mid-way, stopping the whole thing at once but he did have his fill. Think he simply likes to piss Harper off at every turn, really, including the feel of your tight hole wrapped around his throbbing length while he does it.

As for his tentacles.. Yeah.. they’re lethal, oozing slimy aphrodisiacs straight of the tips but he still hasn’t gotten used to his transformation, unsure how to fully utilize them. Once he does, he’s sure to take advantage. To expand upon more if the interest is still there.

P.S : Johan’s cock is bigger than Whitney since I said so.

#I got so much lore on this man #it’s genuinely crazy #‘write me an essay’ #sure thing chief #lemme pull out my johan drafts sitting in the dusky old attic #his backstory #his questionably moral actions #dol #dol pc #johan the disgraced #brief mentions of #whitney the bully #harper the doctor #based anons #asher gets asks

[duskyashe]

Attention!

Sorry, this isn't a camp nano post, I've discovered that I read fic while I write fic, and with AO3 being down due to a DDoS attack for the last 17.5 hours, give or take, I haven't been able to really read any fic since last night 😅 so instead of writing today, I was working on this Danny Phantom fanart!

It's still just a WIP, but I wanted to give you all something to tide you over until I have something written ❤️ I'll post the final piece either as a celebration for hitting 500 followers or as a celebration of AO3 being back up, whichever one more closely coincides with when I actually finish rendering this drawing!

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanart #poor danny #danny phantom angst #dp au #danny phantom art #danny phantom au #ao3 is down #so I'm drawing dp fanart instead of writing #it's a valid life choice #dp fanart #digital fanart #fanart #fanart wip #art wip #dusky draws

[harrietmjones]

Thank you for the tag @lovepollution. 🥰

make a moodboard with…your fav celeb, your fav quote, a cute outfit, your fav drink, your fav color, your fav place, your fav hobby, your fav flowers, and your fav book

(Just wanted to say, that some of these change on the regular but for now, they’re all correct. Totally struggled with fave celeb ngl, so decided on two who make me laugh, together and separately!)

Tagging: @popsworth, @markwatneyandenesemble, @tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine, @escapismqueen, @eliotqueliot, @wonderlandleighleigh, @theycallme-thejackal, @lesliesknopes, @asofterhibou and @bekindreblog and whoever wants a go. ☺️

#tag game #tag games #favourites #favorites #blake lively #ryan reynolds #alan turing #the imitation game #amy lee #call me when you're sober #rum #dusky pink #dusty pink #tenby #pembrokeshire #wales #writing #creative writing #roses #red roses #the glass castle #jeannette walls

[mrsoharaa]

i just had this beautiful perfect cozy dream (i just woke up like half an hour ago lmao) of me and miggy going on a casual/comfy (long sweatshirts x baggy sweatpants) pier date :((

#it was one of those muggy/cloudy type weathers in mid afternoon #walking down along the pier with the sounds of waves clashing ever so perfectly amongst the piers pillars a gentle crisp breeze wafting ove #talking about small stuff fave foods restaurants our goals and what not <333 #fingers occasionally brushing against each other from time to timeee <333 #i would sit up on the ledge of the piers railing back facing the dancing ocean the moon peaking out through the dusky clouds #him nestling in between my legs wrapping his arms around me securely face gently cradled beneath my chin <333 #ugHHH JUST GIMME ONE CHANCE #I NEED THIS DATEEE #i need to write something for this but...lazyyy lool x'(( #miguel o'hara #miguel x me #self shipping #atsv

[dusky-dancing]

Two Sides Fanzine Preview

I had the pleasure to write a sokai story for the @twosidesfanzine, a sokai and rokunami cookbook featuring recipes, art, and writing based on Disney worlds ✨ Here’s a little sneak peek of my story and some of the beautiful spot art done by @nosieposie! Can you tell which Disney world it’s in yet? 😉

Pre-orders are ending in a few days, so get a bundle while you can! All proceeds will go to Feeding America 🥰

#kingdom hearts #twosidesfanzine #twosideszine #sokai #rokunami #sora #kairi #roxas #naminé #zine preview #kh fanart #kh fanfiction #my writing #dusky writing #nosieposie #charity zine

[skyhighchibi]

OC-Tober Day 8: Past

tw for referenced abuse and possible implied transmisogyny

"Hibby! Hibby! Dad's gonna give me a haircut today!" Duskie yelled.

Hibiscus shuddered, before taking a deep breath.

"...What's wrong?"

"... Father was not kind like your own." She signed.

"Oh... what happened!?" Duskie then paused, realizing what he just asked. "If... if you're comfortable saying!"

A shadow came over Hibby's face as he signed with gritted teeth. "When I was just a child, Father did not want his son to have hair as long as mine... and cut it. By force."

Duskie gasped and shuddered. "... It's a really good thing my brother killed him, huh? Let's go watch some anime instead of thinking about stuff like this!"

#bweirdoctober #oc tober #live a live #hb!duskbow #hb!straybow #duskie!oersted #my writing #chibi.txt #chibi.exe #-tober postings

[duskymrel]

Ghost Wingwoman

synopsis: After Eliza marries Puffy, she's content with her newfound life with him. But... she feels a bit guilty about Idia, and notices that he's pining after a certain Ramshackle prefect. So what better way to make it up to him then by playing Cupid?

She had the happily ever after she always dreamed of. She married Puffy, who - while not what she expected - was everything she could ever want. She felt on top of the world, never having experienced so much pure bliss in her life.

But despite the joy, the guilt she felt for what she had done to Idia plagued her, making it hard to enjoy her newfound happiness.

But it wasn't about her, was it? It was about Idia. Eliza realized that she had been focused on herself for far too long. Hell, she had even kicked Yuu out of their own dorm just to fulfill her obsessive search for the 'perfect prince'. But despite having a selfish motivation for it, Eliza knew she had to make it up to Idia somehow. Thankfully, Yuu was kind enough to let her stay at their dorm longer, giving her the opportunity to right her past wrongs.

Eliza was strolling through the halls of NRC when she heard the sound of Idia and Yuu's voices. Curious, she stopped to peek around the corner and was stunned to see Idia in person - he never left his room much usually, especially after... the incident. She cringed at his awkward demeanor. He would often sputter out gaming and meme references, clearly distressed, and she couldn't help but groan. She had wanted to marry this guy? Yet, Yuu seemed unbothered and continued their conversation cheerfully. Eliza took a closer look at Idia and paused, stunned. 

It was his eyes.

She studied his eyes for a moment and the realization hit her. This was it. Love.

After Puffy's confession, the same subtle signs of affection became clearer to her. And now, without a shadow of a doubt, Eliza knew what love looked like. The look on Idia's face, though awkward, was unmistakably similar to the look Puffy had given her. She finally had her answer.

The gears began to turn in her head and a plan was forming. What better way to make it up to Idia than by setting him up with his crush? Oh yeah. It's all coming together.

She wondered how to get the plan started. Where to begin?

...

Okay, with all due respect....... Everywhere.

Idia's lack of confidence was evident. He constantly slumped his shoulders and kept his eyes fixed on the floor. Eliza knew the potential he had. With his gorgeous face and lustrous hair, why was he so hesitant to take care of them? Despite his tendency to speak in memes and video game references, Eliza admired his witty humor. Eliza decided it was time for a makeover. 

After waiting for Idia to return back to his dorm, Ortho answered the door, reluctantly inviting her in. As she greeted Idia, the boy shrieked and attempted to flee. Eliza awkwardly smiled as she tried to reassure Idia, 

"Keep your composure, I'm only here to make it up to you."

Idia mistrusted her, but she had successfully blocked his only exit.

"Huh? And how're you going to 'make it up to me'?" Idia asked suspiciously.

"By giving you a makeover, inside and out!"

Idia was tempted to bolt, but Eliza stopped him.

"Trust me, you'll like where I'm going with this."

She worked tirelessly to transform him into her desired version of Idia. First, she taught him good posture, how to walk with confidence, and proper speech. He constantly called it “swag”...

Next, she forced some healthy foods into his system. 

“What even is this rubbish??”

“Raman…?”

“Disgusting. Here, have some gluten-free whole grain avocado toast-”

Now that she felt his 'inner self' was fixed up, she turned to his appearance. Exfoliation, moisturizers, attractive makeup and nice clothing - the whole shebang. She called it 'fancy', he called it 'gaudy'. But it was time for the final plan, all the steps Eliza had taken had led to this moment.

Of the three people she spoke to, only one was told the truth. Idia was asked to accompany her for dinner to practice table manners. Yuu was asked to accompany her to a nice dinner to thank them for all they’ve done. And Azul was asked to prepare a private room for them to have a dinner together. He normally would have demanded something in return, but after looking at the expression on Eliza’s face, he decided his pride wasn’t worth it.

Eliza watched in anticipation as Idia and Yuu entered the private room and looked at each other in surprise. Yuu couldn't help but show their annoyance at Idia's unfamiliar outfit - fancy suit, stiff shoes, and hair done up perfectly. Eliza smirked, satisfied with herself and the situation she had created. But she was ready to move on to the next part of the plan. She stepped forward, her presence now revealed

“Okay, so I lied. Anyways, enjoy your date~!”

Eliza let out a mischievous giggle as she shut the door, prompting Idia and Yuu to look at each other in disbelief. They both knew the true nature of their "date" but decided not to question it and simply enjoy themselves.

“Well, I got all dolled up and I’m hungry. Might as well.”

Idia simply sighed and went along with it, secretly hoping for something more to develop between the two.

Eliza patted herself on the back and went off to tell her husband about her matchmaking skills. She excitedly told him about what she had been up to the past few days, but his reaction was…… unexpected.

Puffy raised an eyebrow at Eliza, a bit concerned about the consequences of her actions.

"Dear, aren't you concerned that this might hinder their relationship?"

Eliza's smile faltered.

"What do you mean?"

"Idia and Yuu aren't the type of people who like going on unexpected dates or being set up with someone. They need to develop a relationship naturally. How do you think Idia feels about being coerced to change himself and being forced into a surprise date?

Eliza mulled it over.

“I think I made a mistake. I should talk to them.”

Puffy smiled with relief, having been unsure if his headstrong wife would see reason, and nodded. “You should do that.”

Eliza rushed over to the door and cracked it open, wanting to check on the situation herself. As she peeked through, she saw Idia and Yuu engaged in small talk and seemingly enjoying their food. But something felt off. Idia was acting the way she had coached him; no informal language, proper mannerisms, no video game references, etc. Yuu set down their fork and sighed heavily, prompting Eliza to reconsider her actions. Should she really have them go through with this? Should she step in?

“Idia, what's wrong with you today?”

Idia started at the accusation, feeling anxious.

“W-what do you mean?” “Look at you. You're wearing clothes you hate. You're acting prim and proper. You're even eating sushi - which you hate!! For fucks sake, you despise raw fish! You’re acting like, dare I say it? A priss.”

Idia flinched at this, his demeanor crumbling as Yuu correctly pointed out that he was pretending to be someone he wasn't. It was all Eliza's doing, and now, he regretted going along with her plan.

“Eliza told me to act like this... to not scare you off, I’m guessing. I thought that the person she instructed me to be was more likely to get a second date.” Idia sighed, his demeanor changing again to one of resignation.

Yuu’s face softened.

“Did it ever occur to you that if you were going to scare me off, you would have done so already? I know you hate cliches and corny things, but I genuinely like you the way you are.”

Idia quirked an eyebrow at the cliche line, but was quiet, not knowing what to say. Yuu gazed at Idia, marveling at his long hair and handsome face - beautiful even, without any makeup. Their eyes scanned Idia's clothing, noticing the discomfort and unease it caused him. 

"Idia, you don't have to be anyone but yourself. I like your quiet presence and your video game and meme references are hilarious. Others may see you as 'weird', but to me, you're perfect. It’s perfectly okay to want to be a better version of yourself, and to be your best self for those you care about, but it’s not okay to change who you are completely." 

They smiled gently at him. After all, Idia deserved to be accepted as he was. Idia slumped down and loosened the tie that was drastically restricting the amount of air he was taking in.

Yuu cracked a warm smile, pleased to see Idia back to his usual self.

"How are you so good at wording?" Idia asked, genuinely curious.

Yuu chuckled lightly and answered, "Practice."

They looked at each other for a moment, and then Yuu took Idia's hand across the table.

"Tell me if it's too much, okay?" Yuu said softly.

Eliza slowly shut the door behind her, providing Idia and Yuu with the privacy they needed. She was shocked by how wrong she had been. Instead of changing Idia, she should have improved his weaknesses and used his strengths to their advantage and-

No.

This was her problem. She was always trying to intervene in other people's lives. Puffy had been right. Idia and Yuu had natural chemistry and would have developed a relationship naturally. But like many times before, Eliza was acting brash and self-centered. Thankfully, she didn't completely ruin things.

She returned to Ramshackle and wrote Yuu and Idia separate apology letters, then slipped them under their doors before leaving (along with Puffy) for her honeymoon.

But beforehand, she requested Ortho to keep her updated on Idia and Yuu's relationship. She needed to know whether or not she had ruined what could've been a beautiful romance.

She was delighted when, a week later, Ortho messaged her, excitedly announcing that the two had gone on a second date.

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Had a blast writing this one! Hope you all enjoyed it!!! <3

Remember that I do take requests! Check out the pinned post on my blog to see my rules for requests.

*MWAH* Love yourself babygirls

#dusky writes #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #idia shroud #twst idia #idis shroud x reader #idia shroud x mc #idia shroud x yuu #idia x mc #idia x yuu #idia x reader #twst x mc #twst x yuu #twst x reader #twisted wonderland idia #ghost marriage #twst eliza #disney twst #twst idia x mc #twst idia x yuu #twst idia x reader

[builtlikeastickofcelery]

so i have made zero progress on drawing the comic, but do you want my animal poetry? here. take it. I hope this sates your hunger.

I am a white deer in a green haze of leaves

the pond is milky blue and the light

is the color of a dark ocean,

though I've never seen one.

the only salt i will ever taste is my own blood.

i am the ordinary,

dirt colored coyote that will kill me.

i won't be the only one I kill,

but maybe the only one

that will leave me thinking as much

as my small canine brain

can think. i have seen fresh blood

on fresh snow

before.

i am the stag

that kills a boy who is trying to feed me

by accident

at the national park.

i am the dead raccoon on the highway out,

through the woods.

my guts spill out of my mouth,

but later someone will find my skull,

still intact. they will polish it

and set it on their dresser

when they get home.

i am the mourning dove, the

sick mourning dove that perches

on my bedroom windowsill

and looks at me sideways

and lets me press a finger

to my beak

through the screen

like a small comfort.

i am a stray cat on your lap

carefully, i pull in my claws all the way

i resist my instincts

i resist what i've known, for you.

i am a dirty thing, i am a wild thing,

but i am not, in the end, an evil thing.

or, at least, i am some sort of smart.

i am the loose donkey

that killed your German shepherd.

i only half understand why you shoot me.

in the end, it wasn't really my fault.

i can't help what i was trained to do.

and i am the gun.

and i am the bullet.

but you are always the one that shoots me.

and i am an animal.

i am an animal.

i am an animal.

i am an animal.

i am an animal.

i am an animal.

#duskys evening post #writing #poetry #poem #poems on tumblr #animals

[soontobecyborg]

...writing is hard

#there's just no sexy way to say some things #and i have a very high tolerance for stupid prose when i read smut #i read words like 'dusky hole' or 'throbbing rod' or whatever #and i don't care #it doesn't phase me #or take me out of the moment if the rest of the writing is good #but i do not give myself that same kindness when i write #i've been stuck on a scene for a while now #because describing basic sex acts is guaranteed to block my progress

[duskyskye]

Sometimes your poor little meow meow is actually a little birthday boy and that’s ok

#dusky's writing #Sometimes you just eat a bowl of pasta and think

[duskyashe]

HEY GUESS WHAT! I HAVE 500 FOLLOWERS NOW! 🥳🥳🥳 To celebrate, here's two versions of my Danny drawing from last week! The second one is under the "keep reading" due to depictions of injuries and ectoplasmic blood (though it isn't too graphic cuz I was finishing it with my BF watching over my shoulder looking very concerned for Danny, which is, y'know, valid 👍🏻)

Also, is anyone interested in helping me out with image IDs for this post? 👀 Cuz I don't know how best to make them but it's something I'm interested in including, specifically with this post, but also with my previous art posts, too 🤷🏻‍♀️

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An Unbreakable Connection - Chapter 1

Summary: Sora has been robbed of his memories in Quadratum, but his connection with Kairi is one that even their greatest adversaries cannot sever.

Rating: T

Length: ~1.4k words

Genre: Post-KH3, Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Kairi/Sora

For SoKai Week - Day 7 - KH4/The Future 

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Links for story navigation:

CH2 | Epilogue

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Weightlessness before drifting off to sleep wasn’t uncommon, Sora had learned. It accompanied a number of experiences, from vertigo to sleep paralysis, but to him it came alone. And it felt nice.

Lately, the feeling had visited him almost nightly. For the last several days, he’d been laying on the couch in what had become his home, ready for rest, when he would begin to feel numb and weightless. It had started in his fingers and toes, but over time had steadily spread up his arms and legs. 

Strange as it may have been, it had felt like being enveloped in a soft warm blanket. He’d welcomed it, desperate for any solace after waking up in this strange, confusing world with no memories.

Then this night, his finger twitched all on its own.

He thought it’d just been his nerves combined with exhaustion and stress at first, and figured that he was just slowly losing his senses in this strange afterlife. 

Then his entire hand lifted, and his fingers curled.

“What the—” he yelled, jerking his hand back.

His panic drove away whatever had caused it, for his hand soon relaxed. With it, that warm, weightless, comforting feeling also disappeared. Immediately, he missed it.

“Wait!” he blurted without another thought. Who—or what—was he even talking to? For all he knew, it could’ve been a weird nerve reaction, but the chance that it hadn’t been nagged at the back of his mind. After a moment, he muttered, “Come back, please.”

He sat purposefully still, breathing slowly to calm his nerves just like Strelitzia had shown him. Several minutes passed with no change, and Sora prepared to give up, try to sleep, and wait however long it took to be visited again.

Before he closed his eyes, however, the sensation washed over him all at once. Overwhelmed, Sora kept himself from sitting up on his couch and possibly scaring it away again.

“What…are you?”

That time, his entire hand gently lifted and placed itself over his heart. It answered him, which meant it could hear him, but he could only feel its vague presence. Surrendering himself to the control of…whatever this was…felt strange and vulnerable, but he found himself trusting the source. Its warmth cradled him like a steady heartbeat. He’d do anything to make it stay.

An idea popped into his head for how to communicate.

“I want to talk. If you do too, tap once for ‘yes’, twice for ‘no’.”

A moment later, his finger tapped against his chest once, and a smile spread across his face. Why did this make him so happy?

“I don’t know how you’re doing this.” He huffed a laugh. “Can you…see and hear through me?”

Yes.

“Okay,” he breathed deeply, trying to remain still and calm. How could he learn everything just through ‘yes’ or ‘no’ questions? 

“I’m…pretty lost where I am. Are you trying to find me?”

An immediate yes. 

“Well, I’m in a place called Quadratum. It’s like…an afterlife of sorts, except I can’t remember how I got here, or anything else before I came here. There’s this game I supposedly have to win, and I’m helping where I can.” He paused a moment. “Are you here too?”

No. 

Okay, they were getting somewhere. There’s something out there looking for him, and whatever it is seems really friendly. Suddenly, he felt selfish for not asking about them first. “Are you…a person?”

Yes. 

Guilt tugged at his chest once more. “Then, you probably knew me before all of this,” he said lowly. “I’m sorry for forgetting you. I promise I’ll do my best to get out of here and find my way home.”

An unexpected answer was given when his hand gripped tightly over his heart and the solace around him deepened. It resembled a hug, without actually being physically hugged.

“We must’ve been really close, if you can do this with me. Are we related?”

No. 

“So friends, then?”

Yes. 

He believed them, yet not just any friend would be able to form a connection like this and make him feel so comforted. Maybe he shouldn’t ask and risk making it awkward, or worse, severing the connection entirely. He asked anyways.

“Are we…more than friends?”

His finger lifted, as if to answer, but instead just hovered above his chest. A few moments later, it slowly curled in and lowered itself. No answer, but their presence remained.

“It’s okay, that was kind of forward to ask.” He sighed and, still somewhat in control of his body, turned his head to the side to look out his apartment’s balcony. “Regardless, I’m lucky to have someone who’s willing to do so much to help me. Are you working alone?”

No. 

“Then I’m even luckier,” he laughed, wondering how he could have so many good friends. 

A sudden thought occurred to Sora, and he nearly shot up off of his couch. “Wait!” he shouted louder than he’d intended to. “This connection that lets you do this to me, does it go both ways?”

A quick Yes. 

He laughed with excitement. Of course it went both ways. "Awesome! How do I go to you? Tell me what I need to do.”

The words had come spilling out before he remembered he couldn’t get answers to those kinds of questions, but he didn’t have all night to play a guessing game. He knew that visiting hours with his new old friend wouldn’t last. 

“Sorry, too many questions,” he said.

His fingers drummed against his chest, like they were contemplating. After a few moments, his other hand lifted and pointed towards sliding glass door of his apartment. 

“You want to look outside?”

Yes. 

“Take control if you want, I trust you.”

A few moments passed with no response, and Sora did his best to relax his legs. Suddenly, one leg bent, and he sat up without assistance. They paused, likely taking in the rest of his environment, before pushing him to his feet, which were still sore and tired from running around all day.

They walked with more balance than he did, careful with each step, and though moving without his own will felt strange, it felt more right to trust them fully. Cool night air washed over him when the balcony door slid open. He could still hear activity on the street below and smell what remained of the meals his neighbors had prepared that evening.

They walked him to the balcony railing and, resting his hands on the cool metal, looked up to the night sky.

“It’s kind of beautiful here for an afterlife, isn’t it?” he asked. 

His finger tapped the railing once in affirmation. Then, his hand lifted to point at the night’s largest source of light. 

“The moon?” he asked. It shone bright blue that evening, with every edge of the sphere visible and full. Another confirmation began to piece the puzzle together. “You can only do this during a full moon, when it’s full for me?”

Yes.

It neared the horizon, which probably meant that their time together was almost over. Urgency filled him. “But I can’t see your sky. How will I know when it’s the right time for you?” he asked quietly, trying not to appear like he was talking to himself. His neighbors finding him crazy didn’t bother him, but he couldn’t have his enemies knowing that he had a connection outside of this world. 

The hand that had gestured to the moon closed into a fist and obstructed his view of the celestial body.

“When it’s not visible for me?”

Yes. 

Sora nodded with determination as his arm lowered to his side. “Okay, I can do that. I’ll keep an eye out on the sky each night. On the new moon, I’ll just…focus really hard, I guess?”

Again, his hand came up to rest over his heart, giving his chest a few assuring pats. 

“Right, in my heart.” He smiled, somewhat in disbelief that this all wasn’t a dream. Steadily, the presence around him began to fade as the moon orbited out of view, and he already missed them. “Thank you, friend, for helping me. I promise I’ll find a way to visit you.” 

With the last glimmer of warmth keeping him company, he muttered one last message. “I’ll think of you, wherever you are.”

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A/N: Thank you for reading, and Happy SoKai Week! I will love and run with the angsty headcanon that Sora's memories were given up in Quadratum until canon proves otherwise. That, combined with the idea that Kairi can take control of Sora's body in the same way that he did hers in Melody of Memory spawned this fic.

I'll likely update this story on a weekly or bi-weekly basis to make up for missing the rest of SoKai week :') I hope you all enjoy!

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