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imfullofworms · 11 months
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Somewhere between sleep and slumber
I stumbled, like a suspicious lover, on my mind
Counting—
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Horror a haymaker, struck me awake
They weren't just numbers; a finger's rhythm
Idly tracing the ghost of your spine
by me :)
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heykickr0cks · 10 months
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caravanofdreamers · 10 months
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The last act of betrayal was my betrayal to myself.
Like everyone else, I turned my back on the girl in the mirror. Now years later, I cannot recall who I was when I died. I don't remember the day or month or year but I know I swallowed the pain.
I became complicit in my murder.
-a.
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nocturnalchaos · 11 months
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M’kay. So, for those who did not see it previously (as the post was a reblog and is kinda hidden on tumblr), below is the rough draft of the prologue that I am working/pondering on writing. And I am going to include my rough draft of the opening chapter I had in mind when I wrote this.
Author’s Note: This is written as a DamiRae fanfic which will explore what happens when Raven gets pregnant. I’m also contemplating if I should have the fanfic be a JayRae fanfic instead of a DamiRae (ie. Raven is pregnant with Jason Todd’s baby and there is no romantic relationship between Raven and Damian). When I first planned out this storyline I had DamiRae in mind. But a JayRae pregnancy is a storyline that is not really explored by a lot of fanfics (via what I can find on AO3 or Fanfiction.net). Also, I feel like I have a better handle on how I want to write Jason in this situation/fanfic. I don’t know… I will need to sleep on it.
Prologue(?)
John Constantine had never needed a cigarette so badly in his life.
And alcohol.
He needed a cigarette for the stress and enough alcohol to make him forget all of this shite.
He would have gotten that cigarette by now if he wasn’t afraid of a certain Nutter with a katana removing the hand holding the desired cigarette. The last one he tried to smoke near her had ruthlessly been bisected by a Batarang.
John looked down at the young, very pregnant, woman at his feet. Her panting could be heard over the chaos outside the pocket of calm readiness that enveloped the magic circle. The magic circle beneath their feet gave off a red glow. Giving everything an eerie vibe as they were partially lit from below. John prayed that this magic circle would do its job and provide enough protection from the shit show outside.
“Ahhhh! CONTRACTION!!” She shrieked as her hands clenched and stretched the fabric of her oversized shirt. Her face briefly turning demonic before reverting back to her usual appearance. Sweat dotted her face and dampened her hairline. Purple strands of hair clung to her sweat soaked face.
Bracelets of a matte black metal encircled the woman’s wrists. Hairline cracks had starting to appear in the metal when her first contraction had occurred. With each subsequent contraction the cracks had grown, and occasionally, gave off the odd black spark. Both the magic circle and metal bracelets encircle her wrists working together to protect everyone. Especially the bracelets, they will hopefully prevent her from leveling… everything.
Through gritted teeth she spoke.
“John!” Determination filling her usually emotionlessness voice.
“What!” He snapped the word at her as he stood next to her supine body. On the opposite side of her body, the Nutter stood guarding her with a katana in each hand. The Nutter shot John a glare before going back to his vigilant readiness.
“You’re going to have to deliver the baby!”
Chapter 1 (wip)
*10 months earlier*
Raven smiled softly as she looked at Damian from her reclined position on the king size bed. Afternoon sunlight from the nearby window illuminated her slightly disheveled purple hair as she head rested on a pillow. Titus’s big black blocky head rested on her flat stomach beneath her gentle hand. Eyes closed in contentment, the Great Dane’s big body sprawled on the bed next to his mistress. The dog’s stillness indicated that Titus was awake to Raven.
Titus tended to be a restless sleeper. He would shuffle, scoot, twitch, and curl during his sleeping hours. This habit of Titus’s bugged Damian when he allowed the dog to sleep on their bed at night. As the dog’s restless sleeping habits would wake Damian in the middle of the night. Because of his early upbringing with the League of Assassins, Damian was a light sleeper and always would be.
It had become part of her morning routine to make Damian a strong cup of coffee after nights when Titus was allowed to sleep in their bed. Yes, their bed.
When Damian had turned 18 and had been her boyfriend for 2 years, Damian and Raven had decided that they wanted to live together in shared a room in Titans tower as they were both still an active part of the Titans team.
Titus let out a deep sigh bringing Raven back to the present. Sounds of rustling and a deep male grumble came from Raven’s right.
Nearby, a 19 year old Damian Wayne, sat in a wooden chair. Long legs spread wide to support the lap desk holding his sketchbook in his lap. He sat hunched over the thick pad of paper. His fingers were covered in the sooty black charcoal.
Please let me know what you think in the comments or reblog. I am really curious to see what you have to say about how this story should turn out or explore.
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voidcat-senket · 3 months
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Hey do you want to cry this Christmas season with you’re hiding from whoever or whatever you’re “supposed” to be doing
Do you like traumatic spyscrapper?
Cause do I have the thing for you
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muzansslxt · 1 year
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“You should be scared of me.”
Muzan Kibutsuji x Sukiyo Sakura oc
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*Part Two ✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
Summary
Unknowingly carrying marechi blood in her veins, Sukiyo is sent on a mountain mission, only to fall prey to the demon lord himself. Deciding to keep her as a personal snack (and slave) he brings her to the mansion of demons, where she lives out her worst nightmares…
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Warnings: Non con (lots of it), yandere, swearing and abuse. Read at your own risk🫠
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To say Muzan scared her was an understatement.
The demon set every cell in her body into a frenzy of overwhelming fear.
Since he had taken her, she had been living in a fancy bedroom that was unfamiliar and smelled..wrong.
There was no comfort here, no smells of food, no warmth and certainly most of all, no love.
When Suki was allowed to leave the room to stretch her legs, she could feel eyes every where. She could practically taste the demons hunger and lust for her.
Although Muzan forbade any harm to her, she couldn’t help but feel they could snap at any moment, regardless of the certain death they would face by the demon lord.
Currently she was sat on her new bed, watching the door closely.
Muzan left for days and weeks upon end, attending his own personal matters. But he always came back.
Suki breathed better when he was with her, as much as she was disgusted by it.
The upper moons had no problem openly taunting her or making comments from the shadows whenever she walked the hallway, but when Muzan was around, they never uttered a word.
He protected her from them, but she reminded herself that he too, was a man slaughtering monster.
Suki sighed and lay back, her bright pink hair flowing around her as she looked to the ceiling.
Suddenly there was a tiny click, barely audible but with her hashira training, Suki heard it clear as day and sat up quickly.
As the door opened, she met eyes that were all to familiar.
Deep crimson red irises that settled on Sukis face.
Yet, it was a woman that stood in the doorway, not Muzan.
Gulping slightly and scooting farther back into the pillows of the bed, Suki offered the woman a small smile and bowed hastily.
“I-I’m sorry, do you…do you need something?” She asked cautiously as the raven haired woman smiled coyly in response.
“You~”
Suddenly the woman was upon Suki, her smirk an exact copy of muzans.
Sukis heart sped up, pounding into her rib cage at a steady rate she was sure the woman could hear.
“I thought I’d scare you less as a woman, yet you’re trembling~” the woman purred as she drug a long nail over the skin of Sukis arm causing her to shiver.
“M-Muzan?” She asked in a whispered voice.
Somehow, the comforting shape of a woman was no relief to her, Muzan was almost scarier as one.
Yet, strangely enough, she didn’t have the heart to tell him.
He…was trying to be nice.
Or so she naively thought.
Muzan just purred in response to her and leaned down to kiss her.
Suki made a noise of surprise and reeled back, the bright red lipstick Muzan wore was smeared across her lips and onto her cheek.
Laying on her side and propping her chin in her hand, Muzan purred again.
“Normally I would simply slice the throat of someone who dares reject me, but your expressions are priceless~” She said while scanning Suki for a moment.
Staring at Muzan dumb founded, Suki paused before bowing again and squeezed her eyes shut.
“I-I’m sorry, master…Muzan..it’s just, you’re a woman.” She said quickly while her body shook slightly.
“Is that a problem?”
Flinching at the sudden icy tone, Suki shook her head slowly.
Shame was already creeping up on her, she knew what was going to be forced upon her.
“No…”
Purring again contently, Muzan pulled her effortlessly back over and took no time to remove the thin kimono the demon personally enjoyed seeing her in.
When it was Muzans turn to undress, she noticed Sukis lower lip tremble slightly, something the hashira always did before bursting into tears.
“Are you afraid because it’s a woman’s body you’re about to please?” She asked smoothly.
Suki looked at the dark haired demon with hopelessness as a single tear made its way down her cheek.
Laughing softly Muzan leaned forward and easily licked away the tear, tasting warm, blood filled skin beneath it.
“I…I don’t know how to do anything with another woman’s body…and…” she trailed off before touching her cheek that Muzan licked.
“And?~ How else will you know unless you are taught~ My upper moons have been very good you know, they deserve a treat. Male or Female.” She purred while forcing Suki to move on top.
Her hands found the hashiras warm and supple hips, smiling slightly to herself Muzan looked up at Suki.
“Now, no more talking. Kiss me.” She demanded.
Having no choice but to listen, Suki kissed the demons cold lips softly, her hand awkwardly searching for a place to rest.
Muzan was quick to grab it and place it on her breast, and purred at the noise of discomfort Suki made.
Pulling away to breathe, the younger woman looked at her hand set upon the demons tit and went red.
Muzans body was always cold, yet in this female form, there was just a small amount of warmth that made things slightly better.
Closing her eyes, Suki gently squished Muzans breast and turned her head slightly.
“You can’t close your eyes and escape Sukiyo. I won’t allow it any more. Look at what you are doing, and enjoy it.” The demon commanded angrily.
Suki could feel her stomach churn slightly, but took a deep breathe and focused better on the new version of Muzans body.
It was beautiful.
Allowing herself to explore further, Suki let her hand move down to slide over Muzans firm stomach, she stopped before the demons mound and flushed again.
“You’re overthinking it my dear. We demons take great pride in having any sorts of pleasure in any form, any man or woman and any place~ You’ll learn very soon.”
Those words did nothing for Suki.
She knew she was here to be Muzans personal snack and now the bastard was planning to make her a sex toy for his upper moons.
“Y-yes master Muzan.”
Muzan guided Sukis fingers to her entrance and hummed softly, and gasped very lowly as Suki pushed two fingers inside of her.
Surprised at the sudden warmth from inside Muzans body, she began to pump her fingers how she normally would when she was pleasing her own body.
“Hm~ Go faster now~” Muzan murmured while holding onto Sukis wrist to help her keep the pace the demon wanted.
Curling her fingers just the slightest, Suki touched the bundle of nerves every woman had and focused on it.
Muzans female body was much more responsive and the demon was more vocal.
Moaning very softly, a sound that never left Muzans mouth before, the demons eyes closed as she was lost in female pleasure.
Suki was careful to rub the woman’s g spot while pumping her fingers faster inside Muzans cunt.
“Oh~ Yes~ Right there~”
Muzans thighs suddenly trembled slightly, the demon arched her back and moaned softly once more as she came around Sukis fingers.
Gently pulling her fingers out, Suki hesitated before leaning down and swiftly lapped at the juices flowing from muzans pussy.
“My precious pet~ You’re to good to me~” cooed the woman, her hand pushing back Sukis hair so she could watch her.
Suki had to bite back the urge to cry after she was finished with Muzan and silently sat with her legs tucked under herself.
“Thank you…” she replied softly.
“Come here.” Muzan said softly, holding her arms out.
Suki just slid into the demons arms, resting her head in the firm and cool skin of the woman’s breasts.
“Tomorrow I would like you to spend time with Douma.” She said with closed eyes, her pale fingers running through Sukis hair.
Sukis body tensed, suddenly hugging onto the woman’s waist and just nodded while keeping herself pressed to Muzan.
“May I ask..why?” Suki whispered softly not daring to look into those terrifying eyes.
Muzan stopped playing with Sukis hair, and suddenly there was a hot burning sensation in her scalp as Muzan grabbed her hair and made the hashira look her in the eyes.
“No. You may not.” She answered curtly before sitting up and pulling her black kimono back on.
Suki sat on the bed quietly as she slowly pulled her own kimono on.
The two women met eyes but Muzan was gone before another word could be uttered between the two.
When would it all end?
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Finally got motivated to write again, this is gunna be a long ass series btw 🫣
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inmybook · 1 year
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The smell of your scent is fading , tell me when you'll be back
So i can start to breathe again and tell you all the things I've been wanting to.
-inmybook
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A Pause in Time
Memories lost in time, Once so bright, now so dull and blind. I wish the world would've paused for us.
Sophie Hagen, 16/06/2023
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sya2cool · 9 months
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❝ My William Afton headcannons 🔞 ✦ ❝
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This is literally my first blog, I just wrote these headcannons few hours ago, I hope this is good lol
✦ Warnings ⚠️: This content is full of explicit stuff, if you do not wish to see this please scroll immediately
─ Notes﹕English is not my first language, I apologize if theres something grammatically incorrect or doesnt make some senses. I wrote this just to my likings, sorry if theres any mistakes. And ofcourse this is all before the springlock incident happened
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William Afton headcannons 🔞
✰ William would LOVE quick blowjob when hes working, especially if hes stressed with paperwork's in his offices to relieve his stresses
✰ For me I'd think he'd love to tease you in public secretly, for example maybe when you both in a public meeting he would purposely sits next to you and slide into your panties just to tease you until its over
✰ I also think its pretty hot when you think William would make something like a self-pleasure robot/machine to pleases himself while you're not around
✰ He would love to be bitten sm! He would get turned on even more everytime he goes too rough on you and you bite his shoulders/back ( he would moans if you do that, he could whimpers too but always tried to hide it from you 🤭 )
✰ Im pretty sure he'll love every breast size, as long it is a breast he would caress your nipples and lick on it just to tease you
✰ have praising + degrading kink, like for example "you're such a good fucking slut darling, i love it when youre being a good dirty whore and always listens what i told you to, always doing a fucking good job being a dirty slut for me, right' huh darling? You fucking sexy whore" ( for me its even better if he says it with his british accent 😍 )
✰ sometimes he'll love to tie your wrist with his tie if hes wearing it at the time!
✰ He loves punishing you if you're being a bad girl by tying and teasing you with toys mostly vibrator or sex machines that he created. But if there's no tools to use around he'll tease your clit with his finger!
✰ William love taking pictures of you ( including dirty ones ) and i bet he'd even take pictures secretly without you knowing bit like a stalker! he would jack it off too everytime he got new pictures of you, and he has so many of it hidden. Mostly hidden in his offices or his bedroom!~
✰ I also like to think that William likes to admire your body sm! He loves it when youre acting like a stripper infront of him everytime he comes home from work tired but he'll praise/degrade at you while you're stripping just for fun ( After that, he would rail the shit out of you )
✰ William loves it when you're wearing a skirt, he could took a picture underneath just to see your panties ❤️ he also thinks skirts is better cause he could just lift it up easily
✰ I JUST KNOW IT HE IS THE TYPE OF MEN WHO LOVES PASSIONATE SEX!! ( It could even be rough sex! )
✰ hes so into bdsm or bondage fucks, especially if you're being submissive for him 🤤
This is all for now hope you liked it! Critics and advices are appreciated as long it is not in a rude way! Sorry if theres any mistakes ^^
I am also working on a one shot story and a William Afton x reader fanfic, stay tune if you'd like :)
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birdier · 3 months
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Happy New Year. New chapter like I said I have some material for a 3rd chapter so if anyone has suggestions on where theyd like to see this bad boy go, or how to better write the characters let me know.
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imfullofworms · 11 months
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by me :) If you get shot with an arrow, Cupid's or otherwise, the first thing they do is pull it out, then dress the wound!
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* T'was A Dark & Stormy Night : Part 1 *
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Edward Munson died in the Upside Down. He had died fighting for Dustin, Steve, the kids, and all of Hawkins, or at least that's what the tombstone in the cemetery would say. The kids and Steve mourned him, of course, but Steve couldn't help but think of the fact they had left Eddie's body in the sickening grossness that was the Upside Down. He thought about it so frequently, in fact, that he tended to fantasize about Eddie still being alive, sitting next to him, talking with him, kissing him hanging out with him and the kids. Robin had tried to snap him out of it, but some nights he could swear that he had seen the signature curly dark hair and wide brown eyes that belonged to Eddie, although the eyes were sunken in a bit and faded, and the hair was more mussed than he'd remembered. Sometimes, he thought he could catch a glint of light on the rings Munson always wore.
Surely he was seeing things, as Robin told him. That had changed when he'd felt someone, no something....a presence in his room late at night. Hot breath fanned over the span of the junction between his neck and shoulder, and he felt a strong clawed hand gripping his arm and holding him in place. Immediately he looked up and was met with those same wide, brown, tired-looking eyes that he had looked at only months ago. There were animalistic fangs at his neck, like something out of a movie, and Steve assumed he was having some weird, convoluted, emotional dream about a dead guy he was in love with friends with. It was fine, right? He was immediately stripped of any hope he had of it being a dream when he heard a voice that sounded somewhat like Eddie's low tone with a hint of a voice that wasn’t his.
“Hello, big boy. Missed me have you? I’ve seen you watching me…” Munson smirked, shifting his weight around Steve so that he was right next to his ear. “Waiting for me…You had some interesting times thinking about me, huh? Didn’t think you were all that into guys, Harrington…” His malevolent grin was clear in his voice, and it sent a chill through Steve, but not anywhere near the good kind.
This thing sounded like Eddie, even looked like him a bit, but there was no way he was back. He had seen Munson coughing up blood while Henderson tried desperately to get him up and out of the Upside Down. He had seen the gravestone in the cemetery. Steve was able to choke out a response, quickly enough to keep the sharp fangs that had once been at his throat away from said area.
“You’re dead. I- we saw you die. Your gravestone.” He managed, watching the creature that was Munson roll his shoulders in what seemed to be annoyance.
“You of all people should know that those stupid bats can’t kill, Stevie.” Eddie gestured at where the scars on Steve’s stomach and sides were. “All they did was nibble on me a bit, and then I became…this.” He finished, stretching out huge, bat-like wings that Steve somehow hadn’t noticed before. The stretched skin mapped between bones and sinewy muscles were shown by the light of the moon, coming in through the window in Harrington’s room. In the gentle white glow, Steve saw that it was indeed Eddie, just as he had feared. He looked almost exactly the same, and he felt the hole in his heart widen.
The guilt had plagued both him and Dustin since that day, and now it was rearing its head at an all-time high. It was as if Eddie had read his mind because Steve felt Munson’s shoulders shift and his wings were drawn back in.
“They’re hideous things, aren’t they? Shitty reminders of this whole mess.” Eddie said, sounding more like himself than he had the entire night. He had stretched them out again when Harrington had relaxed. They moved fluidly, reminding him of the dragons in campaigns Eddie had frequently talked about.
“On you, they aren’t as bad. Like a dragon, y’know?” Steve said, trying to offer him some sort of relief to cling to. He didn’t want to sound pitying but Eddie had been through some crazy shit in the past several months, and he deserved at least some semblance of reassurance. Eddie had woken Steve up, so it could’ve been the grogginess and sleep-talking, but he felt compelled to comfort him even if he was different now.
“You’re telling me this isn’t the embodiment of a blood-sucking monster from another dimension?” Eddie asked, skeptically looking at the other from where he sat.
“Well, not exactly- I mean, you’re still you. If that helps at all.” He said solemnly, trying his best to help. While he basically parented 6 children, he’d only made small improvements in dealing with their emotions, let alone his own. Hell, he was still trying to figure out (with Robin’s help of course) what kinds of people he was into. There was a beat or two of silence before Eddie plopped down on the side of the bed, sitting near Steve’s feet. “It’s different. I’m hungry all the time, yet I stay thin no matter how much I eat.” He said, sighing before looking over at Steve, who looked both terrified and amazed. “Wait- Earlier, were you about to eat me? I mean- Do you eat like a vampire does?” Harrington asked curiously, still keeping his distance just in case. Eddie thought about it for a moment before nodding. “Pretty much so- Although you know I wouldn’t have drained you completely, right Stevie? You’re too valuable.” He answered, only a few inches away from Harrington’s face in moments. Steve fought the urge to open and close his mouth stupidly like a goldfish, still processing all of the information he’d received in the past hour. Edward Munson was alive. Well, half-alive. A vampire, of sorts, and he fed on blood. Where he got the blood was still a mystery to Steve, and he was getting concerned. He was also pretty sure a tiny, twisted, ruined part of his mind found it hot, but he could deal with that when Eddie was gone.
Said attractive vampire was about 4 inches from his face, which was currently doing nothing but feeding that little part of his brain. From this angle, he could get a better look at Munson’s new fangs. They weren’t as long or sharp looking as he’d expected, but he had to admit it was somewhat similar to the movies. Finally, he realized he’d been staring and decided to respond to the obvious question.
“I don’t think you’d drain me- I’m not too sure about me being valuable but you don’t seem like the kind of person to brutally murder one of his friends.” He noted, hesitating to emphasize the word ‘friends’. Were they still friends? Did Eddie resent him for being left behind that day? He desperately hoped not. Eddie seemed to be lost in thought, looking out the window with a distant expression on his face.
“I should leave you now. You need the sleep, Stevie. Tomorrow then, yeah?” He asked, climbing out the window he’d gotten in through and disappearing into the early morning sky. Steve didn’t have a chance to say goodbye or even hug him, but at least it gave him some sort of closure. Checking the nearest clock, he realized that it was only 2:00 in the morning. When he’d been talking with Eddie, it had felt like lifetimes had passed in the best way possible.
After all, it wasn’t every day you saw someone you cared about revived from the dead.
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weevilswordings · 11 months
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A Deal With The Unknown
Word Count: 935
TW: Implied death, implied wounds, death, destruction, mass deaths
Was described by the first person I let read it as 'beautiful but shattering' and also 'depressing' and I kind of don't know if that's a good or bad thing sorry.
This is something I wrote for an English exam and I was really proud of it so I'm sharing it :)
I'd really appreciate any thoughts or criticisms so that I can improve :)
It had happened again.
That was the first thought that ran through my mind as I gazed upon the ruins of what once was. A dark, smoking smudge on the skyline; poisoning the calm of the countryside surrounding it. Approaching the rubble, I let my mind wander, wondering what could have been there before. Perhaps a little village? Filled happy families, smiling neighbours, cheerful children all revelling in the joy of life…
All oblivious to what would come next.
No. That couldn’t be it. It was impossible. There were no happy families, no smiling neighbours, no cheerful children. Not anymore. The climate didn’t agree with them. Such an idyllic, safe life wasn’t possible now. Not since They came.
They started by offering peace, a new alliance, promising gifts and safety. A welcome change from the tangled webs of our politics. Saviours, They had come to lead us away from our ruined planet; They had come to our aid; They had come to take pity on our doomed species. Celebrated, welcomed into our homes and our hearts, hailed above all as those who would liberate us from a frightening fate of our own making. We knew better now… They had come to take what was left.
Drifting between the rocky rubble, my mind turned again to the possibilities. Perhaps a school? Filled with young minds all eager to drink the nectar of knowledge, those who put their heart and soul into teaching them, all of them eager to know more, see more, learn it all…
None of them could have known what would come next.
They offered us knowledge, a new understanding, filling our minds with ideas of unimaginable marvels. They would show us one day – as long as we fulfilled our side of the bargain. A small offering, trivial really, nothing compared to what They would give us. It was glorious. Peace, knowledge, safety – all that and more for just a simple offering? Why wouldn’t we? We were but children to Them: small, slow, stupid, ignorant of the beauty of this world. All the more reason we were an easy target.
Some had known from the start; it was too good to be true. Why would such omniscient beings stoop to help such a small, insignificant race? Soon others began to question it too, demanding answers from our leaders. Tired of being placated with flowery speeches, the people fought back. Raving, ranting, rebelling. They didn’t like that. Neither did the Government. Bans were placed on public gatherings, cameras watching our every move, our cheerful children scared into silence, happy families divided by differing opinions, even our own smiling neighbours bribed to report on our movements. The rebels were quickly, and quietly, silenced one by one. Soon, no one even tried, beaten and bruised into tranquillity…
Until silence reigned supreme, drowning our voices, and our spirits, in its deafening calm.
From that day forward, no one questioned the strange demands, the increase in security, the disappearances – it wasn’t worth it. From the outside, all was perfect, a utopia created by those who would rescue us; deep within, a flawed friendship, serving only those with power. A once celebrated alliance, now reduced to a moneymaking scheme which favoured those with the money to spare. A divide was made, splitting rich officials a world away from their less fortunate peers. Soon, everyone (some more reluctantly) accepted our new society (if it could even be called that) and endeavoured to protect themselves and their own – wishing the rebels had succeeded, hoping a new resistance would form, regretting their own inaction.
Until, years later, They demanded their payment.
10%. It didn’t sound like much, a small portion of the bountiful resources Their input had created. Who were we to refuse? They had provided us with unimaginable boons, magnificent and marvellous ideas, a secure source of seemingly limitless riches. 10% of what They had given us? A fair price for these gifts. Or was it? If They could so easily create methods to fabricate what we needed, almost tailored specifically for our climate – why would They need our resources. What could we make that They would ever need?
The answer would shake the foundations of our civilisation, horrify even the coldest, most heartless rulers and ignite an anger long since stamped out. A resource only the people of Earth could create - the people themselves. We refused, of course we did, why would They want such a thing? For the first time, our leaders agreed. We rose up, the full force of the people of Earth, working together for the first time in so long. We drove Them out, rejecting the once revered gifts, demanding our freedom.
Until, They took it by force.
Hundreds, millions, billions, They took us all. Those new rebels, who refused to cooperate, were silenced in the same ways that took those who had taken up arms so long ago. Our efforts were futile, we had no hope.
In the end, we all fell. Slaughtered or taken. Humanity had lost, and no one was left to pick up the pieces. I remember the fear, the anguish, the primal rage. I remember the flames, the explosions, the destruction. I remember how it felt when we all knew it was too late. I remember the bullets tearing my flesh as I charged. I remember the feeling of floating away, doomed to relive the failure of my race, forever drifting from ruin to ruin, wishing and praying that the next inhabitants of our pitiful little planet, whoever or whatever they may be, tread more carefully when dealing with the unknown.
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nocturnalchaos · 10 months
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This is the official start of the Raven pregnancy fanfic. I’m still working on a title but here it is!
Summary: Life was finally at a good place for Raven. She and her longtime boyfriend, Jason Todd aka Red Hood, had created a comfortable routine and were both happy with their relationship. However, Raven has unexpectedly become pregnant and it feels like the world has decided to empty a dump truck of problems onto her head.
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(Author’s Note: This fanfic draws a lot of inspiration from BluBooThalassophile’s Hopes For A Bastard Universe, Xaphrin, and other JayRae fanfics. In this fanfic, I have altered a lot of Jason’s storyline after the “Under The Red Hood” story arc. Also, Trigon’s sealed state does not allow for him to initiate contact with Raven or anyone outside of his gem prison. And, finally, in this fanfic Raven is a bit more expressive in this story. This is because she is no longer a teenager who is still getting a handle on her abilities and emotions or affected by teenage hormones plus Trigon has been sealed for about a decade now.)
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Prologue
John Constantine had never needed a cigarette so badly in his life.
And alcohol.
He needed a cigarette for the stress and enough alcohol to make him forget all of this shite.
He would have gotten that cigarette by now if he wasn’t afraid of a certain Arsehole with a gun shooting the hand holding the desired cigarette. The last one he tried to smoke near her had ruthlessly been shot out of his mouth. His only consolation was that the Arsehole was forced to quit smoking cold turkey out of necessity.
John looked down at the very pregnant 27 year old woman at his feet. Her panting could be heard over the chaos outside the pocket of calm readiness that enveloped the magic circle. The magic circle beneath their feet gave off a red glow. Giving everything an eerie vibe as they were partially lit from below. John prayed that this magic circle would do its job and provide enough protection from the shit show outside.
“Ahhhh! CONTRACTION!!” She shrieked as her hands clenched and stretched the fabric of her oversized shirt. Her face briefly turning demonic before reverting back to her usual appearance. Sweat dotted her face and dampened her hairline. Purple strands of hair clung to her sweat soaked face.
Bracelets of a matte black metal encircled the woman’s wrists. Hairline cracks had started to appear in the metal when her first contraction had occurred. With each subsequent contraction the cracks had grown, and occasionally, gave off the odd black spark. Both the magic circle and metal bracelets encircle her wrists working together to protect everyone. Especially the bracelets, they will hopefully prevent her from leveling… everything.
“Hey! Magic Dude, you really can’t you do anything about the pain?!” His red helmet didn’t block his words from being heard. This fact continually annoyed John whenever he looked at the blighter in his getup.
Through gritted teeth she spoke.
“Jason, honey. We already discussed this and it’s not going to happen. So, fucking DROP IT!” After the words left her lips, she tried doing another round of controlled breathing.
Sighing. The helmeted man resigned himself to this decision and muttered a growled, “Fine.”
The woman nodded at his resignation and continued her controlled breathing. After experiencing another contraction with its accompanying yell, her face became very firm.
“John!” Determination filling her usually emotionlessness voice.
“What!” He snapped the word at her as he stood next to her supine body. On the opposite side of her body, the Arsehole stood guarding her with a gun in each hand. The Arsehole cocked a gun and tilted his head at John in a not so subtle warning before going back to his vigilant readiness.
In a voice as hard as stone, Raven said, “You’re going to have to deliver the baby!”
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Please let me know what you think in the comments or reblog and if there are any grammatical errors or constructive criticisms. I’m working on chapter 1 right now. I will post it when I finish it. Your comments and likes are appreciated and what motivate me to continue posting and writing. Also, this is my first fanfic.
P.S. I have been continuously been making small edits to these chapters as I spot them so please keep that in mind when you read the typos and changes in the reblogs.
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kalavathiraj · 8 months
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There is no point in sowing seeds for someone who would not even look back at you and say "Thank you for making me a garden"
Quotus
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writinginreadlight · 6 months
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Lovely skin
I apologize for treating you so poorly
Your value supersedes my insecurities
by hundreds of miles
Like a detour through a valley
drenched in violet hues
Your texture like a pair of leather shoes
Wise and worn
Every inch, coded in memories
A story needing to be told
A historical text
Jilted lovers Bad choices Good friends
Brunch weekends and drunk tattoos
Claire piercings Eczema
Body glitter
Sharp Blades Hot Tears Nylon Whips
Soft Kisses
Be proud of what you look like
Strut through hallways and down sidewalks
Take up space like a skyscraper lining the edges
of the Hudson River.
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