#monowritings

[monochromatic-ahhhh]

Whatever it was she wanted to find, it probably wasn't you

hmmm vague vent fic (abt someone i know) that isnt really a fic anw delete later

It's a game of hide and seek, but you don't think she knows that. You doubt it even crosses her mind. You're hiding, but she doesn't seem to be seeking. Just…waiting. Can't hide in the bathroom forever.

The game stopped, you figured. You went out. She was waiting, ready to nag. Because she loves you, she says.

You're scared.

She said she's dying. She said you'll be the death of her.

It was your fault. You knew better, you should have known better. You should have cared more. You should have.

Her eyes shout 'useless'. You're not gonna look at them anymore.

You're scared to study. She won't see it as studying. So you work. Anything to do, anything around the house. She won't see it, but you don't care. As long as you can be anywhere but the study room,

It's too late anyway. She didn't seem to find what she was looking for. What she found was....was it a disappointment?

Maybe she knew hide and seek. She just wasn't seeking you.

#IDK I LIKED THE WAY I WORDED THIS ONE I MIGHT USE IT IN THE FUTURE? #but idk what to use for jhkabhjs this isn't rlly my vent perse i was just feeling itchy abt my anxiety again that i wanted to write words #but doing so would give me moRE anxiety bc im not rlly a writer skjbhs\ #vent fic #tw vent #tw death mention #second person pov #WOAH THATS A TAG? #monowritings #do i tag this as fic? #nahh it's not rlly a fic is it

[rarilight]

I have to crank out an entire new TEra chapter in one day everyone wish me luck

Also, tomorrow the prologue will be available to non supporters, but if anyone wants to read chapters in advanced and also support me while I’m still trying to land a job, I have a little kofi subscription thingy !!

It comes with access to the discord server where you can bully me

[ectochrome]

i really went feral and wrote yj fic in 2021 thanks to @novaviis huh

also thanks very much for letting me write things inspo’d by watercolour! writing this was v fun and cured the birdflash brainworms :,)

#monowriting #i write this. i drop it into the void. i disappear into the aether from whence i came #young justice #birdflash #watercolour #harley quinn #batman #batman & harley quinn #nightwing #hurt/comfort #grief tw

[monowrites]

send me asks/requests!

i would love it if you guys submitted some requests, questions, confessions, anything! i really want to be more active here and interact w you. a sis will be waiting! 💜

#if i say pretty please? #will you do it? hihi #bts #bangtan #bangtan boys #bangtan sonyeondan #monowrites asks #monowrites requests

[icedtxe]

Hi guys, so March 25th is my blogs 1 year anniversary and I thought I wanted to do something for you guys since I’ve been gone for so long. It’s been one really amazing year, I’ve made some really awesome friends, finally got the guts to write fanfiction like I always wanted. So I wanna thank you guys for sticking by my side for a whole ass year, and I hope we make it to the next anniversary together! I love you so much! 

(mutuals are marked in bold)

0-b:

@9uk @6eart @1luvpjm @789cream @armyzip @armykitty @artistictae @agustcyphers @attackongangtan @applekook @abseoklutely @askjeon @adorabletaekook @aurjeon @awakeshedreams @agustdsolostan @brightlytae @bang-tan-fan @bangtanlibraries @btsshipwrecks @bts-fake-texts-and-reactions @bangtanforsure @btsreactionmemes @bloomsuga @bts-meme-page @bulletproofsunflowers @btsimaginesss @bts-texts-chwagg @blankietaegi @btsocialau @bangtan-nugget @btssmutgalore @bubblicious-trashcan @btsgfx @btsjoons @baby-boy-joonie @bangtanger @btsaeipathy @bwimini @bf-seokjin @butaer @bloombwi @btsmicdrop @bangtannguk-au @baeseoul @bngtnsoshi @bang-tan-bitches @babybluetae @btsgimmeareason @bloomyg @bwintan @beyondthewriting @bts-celestials @bangtan-sonyeondamn98 @btsrmkimn @bangtanbinches @bubblyyoongii @bunnyhobi 

c-f:

@chihirobusan @cherrynochu @cloudysuga @cyphergguk @caughtinjimin @chimchurro @cynicalsuga @creamytae @cyyphr @cielita @corvetteroulette @cyphertaehyungie @charrytommoto @cinnaminsvga @ddaengyoongs @dailyjjks @dtownsuga @doona-baes @dearbangtansonyeondan @daydream-hobii @dearlyjoon @daeguboystaegi @ddaeng-181338 @darknwings @dailyjeons @daisykookz @dearykth @dreamyoongi @dear-lunas @diamondssuga @drowsymochi @etherealmins  @edits95 @ediblesuga @epiphanyjin @editsbtan @faerieth @ftyoonmin @frgt-me-not @fyeahpjm @flowerprincetae @feelingsdontruninmyblood @fairyjamin @floralseokjin @findingthewaytohoseoksheart 

g-h:

@geniuslab @gukooky @goldenclosetexts @goldenclosetkook @gimmesumsuga @gguksgalaxyy @glodenclosetau @got-7-eleven @ggukbwi @goshguk @guksthighs @ggukjoons @glozzybby @goldenjapan @guucciboy @glitchyoongi @gcftaegis @guknotes @hobiwonder @httpvanttae @hoseokiehopie @hybridfanfiction @hangul-packs @heoljimin @heliohobi @husbandjk @hxseok-honee @ham-tae @hobies @holysuga @hmubangtan @hopespeaches @hvllevator @hopefulsugarkookie @hot-peppermint-tae @honeyggukk @huhuehuey @honeymygs @hxneysuga @honeylovecult @httpjeon 

i-j:

@internallytaegi @incorrectaekook @igotjamsbts @icedmochalattae @imurhopeimurangeljhope @ionlylikebts @inkjam-moon @ineffablepjm @iycfs @iamjungkooked @inclebtsmix @jaeurus @jeongukk @jungkooooooookie @jungshookz @jooniper-berry @jk-in-yellow @jiminniethemarshmallow @jincherie @jungkookimaginesss @jjkscafe @j-hobi-02 @jins-kiss @jeonbase @joondipityy @jiminsbiwife @jimochi13 @jooniesarang @junqkook @jjungcooks @jjungdork @jadesunmer @joonieflower @jibootyismyreligion @joonsintro @jungcock @jinsbts @jk-daydreams @jinsapeach @joonsseoul @jiminxh @jkks @jeonify @jhobi-hobi @je0n @jkookisdaddy @jminsgothgf @justbeingbrookee @jungkookchillyouhoe @jeonsdear @jinminns @jhsxrsq @jimnluv @jeonsjjk @junghoeseokie @jiminparke @jinsaidgayrights @jjeongukks @jimins-crooked-tooth @jiminandlemonade 

k-o:

@kittentaegu @kiingtaehyuung @k-pop-faketexts @kinktae @kihyunshighnote @ktheaven @ksjflowers @kth95edits @kookmejeon @kimseokjin @kitty-kooks @ksjknj @kookyjin @kthmxn @lvnakook @lqtae @love-taes @lqbangtann @lilmeowmeowisyoongi @miiiinyoooongi @monowrites @motionlessyoongz  @minyoongsueit @mygeniuslab @motherofjikook @mykths @mochichimie @mintyrecs @minlucent @minbuwuty @milkysvga @manggaettaeok @minnpd @minyoongihoseok @myloveseokjin @mochi-mmy @minyoon-gee @mangpd @magglesx @myg @minyccngii @mackenziexosborne @nitaescence @notreprk @namtooris @nochujung @namkoko @nochugguk @n3penthe @nochujungkookie @namikook @njssi @onepumpofsyrup @opaljm @okeuphemia 

p-s:

@prolixitae @pengulien52 @poeticblissme @praisemyrelijin @poutaes @pjmsx @piratequeenof-nctbtsmx @parkjiminsgf @thebluesyren @pjmksj @poshtae @peachtaee @parkmuse @princessparkminji @parksjeons @qtmins@rosewritesfic  @randomsplashes @realfakebtstxts @rkivepacks  @rlkj  @romanticfall @softforchimmy @serenjimity @sweatae @smuttyassholes @seokjxnnie @seelovesawlove @sugahoped @siketae @strwberrytae @shuga-shuga @seokjinnnie @socialxbangtan @sugafulhope @starry-tae @stardustjeon @sighobii @softkookk @starjeon @softdimplejoon @suga-kookiemonster @seokin @sugasuite @sugamonster22 @smilehobiya @swagginsugax @sleeepysugaa @sizzlingbangtan @sweaterpawsjimin @sugagifs @sugaa @softmilktae @sugacraving @seoulmates-x @sleepykitty344 @softjeon 

t-z:

@taezui @taekookdailys @tatamancer @taegi @taewitched @taehyungeuphoria @thepolyversionofbts @texting-bangtanbts @taesamorcito @taehyungiesnoona @taethedaeguboy @tatavangogh @tahyungs @thoughtssilent @twoy @taehyvnggs @textsbangtan @triviasuga @ttylbangtan @the-evil-clique @taehwungiee @taehyungvx @taeskookiez @topbtssmut @taengerinee @teresaivette @thisfoolishdestiny @taetaes @triviasjeon @tokikav @taeofcups-moved / @taeofcups @taefect94 @underthejoon @uwu-byunbaek @vsingularityv @vaitaemin​ @wjnqs @wishedits @wifigguk @wifiguk @wccjaes @xuxii-sushii @yoonoclock @yeontanismypresident @yccnseok @yoonied @yoongminns @yminie @yoonnggs @yoongpoongg @yoongi-first @yoongis-legs @yoonseokkss @yoonseok 

#ill have another username when this is posted but i decided to keep taehyungscluecontacts #in the header bc its the username i started with and that everyone knows #thank you for the best year of my life #i mean it #i hope we can last another year together

[seelovesawlove]

Bangtan Bingo~

I was tagged by @vantaeta , to do this fun lil game! I actually thought this was so adorable and innovative so thanks for tagging me violet :,)

Wow I’m literally the perfect combination of Namjoon and Yoongi (1/3 of biases) and I’m not surprised at all! 😂 I also got tied with Jungkook and Hoseok (other two biases) which isn’t surprising either hahaha

I guess my personality really resonates with these four lovely humans 💞

I am tagging @monowrites , @bangtan--agustd , & @strawberpcy ! No pressure to do this at all so don’t worry! If you choose to do this, have fun 💫

#bts game #tagged game #bangtan bingo #about me #games #tagged

[mataglap]

guess who is FINALLY FUCKING WRITING their big bang story.

(I am, apparently, as much of a monowriter as I am a monoshipper)

#writing

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Sugar, Spice & Nothing Nice

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/37Eq22B

by monowriter

The best surprises do come in small packages. The Joker would just have to find out for himself, thank you very much.

Enter Drew Reeves. Sassy. Short. ....stupid.

Words: 4303, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Dark Knight, Heath!Joker, The Joker x Reader, Original Female Character - Fandom, Romance - Fandom, kick ass bitches, little packages, The Joker - Fandom, Batman - Fandom, Violence - Fandom, Im dirty sometimes

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: The Joker, Heath!Joker - Character, OC - Character, Batman

Relationships: Joker X Reader, The Joker x OC, The Joker/Original Female Character

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/37Eq22B

#IFTTT #ao3feed #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #gotham

[monochromatic-ahhhh]

We're Both Clowns Here

(and so am i because this is self indulgent pls dont pay this any mind)

Basked in the warmth of the air around him, he relaxed under the tree he sat. With his pencil and sketchpad in his hands, he figured he wouldn't be able to draw anything with the shadow, but he wasn't willing enough to leave his place. Although he really should be doing something relevant now, he stays there, lazed under the tree. Just a few more seconds, he thought.

"Gaby! There you are!"

There goes all peace and quiet.

"What do you want." Gabriel Agreste asked, though he wasn't really interested in whatever he has to say. How dare he disrupt the peace.

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing at all," the class clown cheerfully replied.

So why is he sitting next to him right now?

"If you have no business with me, then leave."

"Awww don't be like that, Gaby! Can't I just keep you company?"

"I don't need company," Gabriel said, making sure to sound clearly displeased with the interruption.

"Then..can I stay if I do have a business with you?"

Ha.

As if this jester would be able to come up with something within 5 seconds.

"Speak then," he challenged.

...

There was silence.

"As expected, you couldn't possibly be serio–" "Can you design a costume for me?"

...

What.

"Oh sorry, haha," the joker said while rubbing the back of his head, embarrassed. "I have a dream, you see. To put on a show. A show that will make people feel emotions!"

Wow, how creative.

"Specifically joy. I would like to spread lots of happiness one day. You know, with my skits and all. So, I'd like to start with something simple. Like Super Fry! Who's Super Fry, you ask? Well—"

He was still talking but Gabriel was only really half-listening. This fool expects him to design a costume? For a french fry?

How dare he, the Agreste thought. How dare he. How could he even–

Wait.

"Why are you asking me to work on this...design?" he asked, interrupting the jester's ramblings.

"Oh, well. It's because you draw, right?"

He flinched.

He wasn't supposed to know that.

How did he even know that?

As if reading his mind, the jester went on. "You always have your notebook with you, and I always see you on this same spot sometimes, drawing. I don't really understand why you would do that when the tree blocks the light, though."

He was bewildered. This little—

"You were stalking me?"

"No! Of course not, not like that," the clown immediately protested, but it was said with a smile on his face so who knows if he meant it. "You're just a very interesting fellow, you know? Looking 'professional' and all that. I started to think I could never see you unless I make an appointment."

"That should be the way it is."

"But it isn't, and I'm kind of relieved that you do things other than studying!" the jester had said with a giggle.

Gabriel looked at the class clown with a deadpan look on his face. It wasn't that he was trying to keep this hobby of his a secret. He just likes keeping things to himself, that's all!

Really, that's all there is to it...

"So whaddaya say, Gaby? Can you design a superhero costume for me?"

If this was meant to be a challenge, he would accept it no doubt. But it wasn't and it frustrates him, because the dumb offer was very tempting. Why was it tempting?

Is it because this hobby of his was acknowledged by someone other than himself?

"..What is your name, again?"

The comedian seemed shocked for a moment, but quickly regained his composure as he responded with a small grin on his face. "Harry. Harry Clown!" He squeezed his nose while making a..what was that noise, whatever.

"Then, Harry Clown, I will design this costume. But once that is done, you shall never come speak to me again nor see me again. Understood?"

The fool, Harry, was smiling wide now.

"Of course, Gaby."

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

"I thought we agreed to never talk about it again," he said. The comedian had waltz into his home, littered around the mansion with the 'script' for his next movie, and now he gives him a reminder of one of the biggest mistakes he has ever made.

Of course, this clown would come and see him as soon as he became a fashion designer. And to think he dared to ask for the costume to actually be made? Expecting he'd leave for good this time, he made it but what does he get?

The same clown, under his roof, pitching his movie. He couldn't care less, but he has to admit that this could be of use to him later.

"A comedy movie with superheroes?"

The clown made a face he couldn't quite read. "Well, it's quite the opposite, Gaby."

Ah.

Is that what he is expecting?

Perfect.

The clown spoke a lot more, along with his lame impersonation of ShadowMoth (how dare he), and finally he was finished. But Gabriel would have to pretend to be interested in order for this to work.

"I would have to approve the script if the show were to happen."

"Of course, Gaby," the clown bowed.

"And I would also like you to destroy every existing image of that fry costume." Immediately, he wanted to add.

"No worries, sweetie," he said and did that gimmick of his. A cue for the audience to laugh, he once explained.

Really, this little—

Soon enough, the comedian was running out towards the door, papers falling from his grasp and screaming in glee.

Gabriel watched from afar.

"No one will ever take this clown seriously," Gabriel said.

Even so, he couldn't deny to himself that the fact he believed that Harry Clown would leave him alone that easily was pathetic.

_______________________________________

NAH BECAUSE THIS GUY MADE A FRENCH FRY COSTUME REQUESTED BY HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE, AND THEN SAID "No OnE WiLl ever TaKe ThIs cLowN serIousLy" BOI WHO U TRYNA FOOL

#harriel #harry clown #gabriel agreste #ml #ml fanfic #miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #ml psycomedian #psycomedian #HAHQJAKAJSJQIJWJWHS #fanfiction #ml fanfiction #monowritings #ml season 4 #ml s4

[monochromatic-ahhhh]

One Of These Clowns Are Not Like The Other

a whOppIng seQuEl anw pls this is self indulgent pls dont hate me-

Gabriel Agreste has always been a mystery for Harry, even way back since their teenage years. The child gave this proficient, businesslike aura so often that it makes the comedian wonder whether this man even had a childhood.

He seemed thrilled (or, atleast not so cold anymore?) when he was designing clothes though, and Harry Clown can proudly say that he helped him pursue his passion in some way. He was one of the first to commission him, after all.

This, of course, grants him the privilege to ring his dear old friend.

"Gaby!" He cheerily greeted as the other end finally picked up the phone.

"..."

"Hehe. Hi, Gaby."

"What do you want."

He could practically feel his irritation, but he's used to it now.

"Do you wanna know what happened today?"

"Have you succeeded in what you needed to do?" Gabriel abruptly asked through the call.

Woah! Gabriel asked! He actually initiated a conversation! WOAH!

"Oh ho, Gaby! I was akumatized today, and it turns out that the superhero movie idea I had wasn't really a great idea after all..." He said with a dramatic sigh. He still remembers spending time with the two lovebirds after Bob Roth had rejected his movie. Admittedly, seeing Marinette and Adrien bond with one another made his day. Albeit, one was very unaware while the other was full of so much adoration.

"But I thought of making some changes because comedy is what I'm good at! So the movie is gonna be both emotional and fun—"

"I meant the pictures. Of the costume."

.........

Awwww, of course that's what he meant.

Gaby had never really taken much interest in his shows, but he's always helped Harry anyway(maybe three times?).

"You're so cold, Gaby. All evidence of the costume are non-existent," he reported.

......

Haha, what is this silence now?

"Gaby?"

"...It's nothing. That will be all. Goodbye."

O H N O

"WAIT! GABY!" Harry reached out to the air in front of him, hoping he could hold on to the one on the other end of the phone. Although, he never held such high hopes. This is Gabriel Agreste he's talking about.

"Nooooooooooooooo.." he 'cried'.

He held his dramatic stance of sadness for a few more seconds.

"I'm still here."

"Oh! Gaby! You didn't hang up yet?" Harry wanted to tease him, but now is not the right time yet.

"You don't have anything more to say to me, right?"

Not really, he thought. But he knew Gabriel would end the call immediately if he said that, but he really doesn't know what else to say. It's not like Gaby would listen to him performing his skits—oh!

"Well, I did wanna say that I didn't get to talk to Adrien about his role in the movie. Because, you know, obviously. But it...feels kind of impossible now, since I don't have a producer anymore you know?" Harry laughed, not sure if it sounded bitter rather than jolly. "I'm not even sure there will be a movie anymore. It's gonna be difficult to find a producer at this rate."

Harry sighed, but it wasn't the overdramatic one he used to do for amusement. This one was for real.

".....just....yourself..." Gabriel muttered, something Harry did not understand.

"What? Sorry, I didn't catch that, Gaby."

....

"I said, then just make the movie...yourself."

...........

WOAH!

"Awwwww, Gaby!!!" Harry was practically hugging him. This man, this old man, this professional man, had given him actual, caring advice. Who said Gabriel Agreste was cold?

"So you actually really, really like my shows?"

"Of course not! Do not misunderstand because of what I said."

"Aww, Gaby don't be shy! Are you flustered right now?" Yes, yes. Now is the perfect time to tease him.

"This..." He's definitely exasperated, Harry can't help but laugh. He could only do so much trying to hold it in.

"You said this movie will be your most personal one, and that you wrote the script and drew the illustrations yourself. So, I just stated the obvious. Make it happen yourself."

That is true. For a lot of his shows, he used his own props and scripts. Sometimes, he's even filmed his skits himself. He has always been one to take pride on things he accomplished on his own.

But there are limits to what he could do. And for things he couldn't do, he reaches out. He has to. But it's different when it's Gabriel Agreste. Because Gabriel Agreste always listens.

Always. Even if the subject does not interest him at all.

Harry wonders if it's because he's bored, but could he dare say that he truly cares?

....

Bah, what is he even thinking. This is Gabriel Agreste he's talking about.

"You're right, Gaby. I'm just gonna have to settle on producing this movie, myself. I'll rewrite the script, hire actors, or maybe ask help from people who watch my shows. And of course, you'll have to help me!"

"There are plenty other designers out there. Don't bother troubling me with this tiresome thing. It's your problem."

"Hehe, you're probably right. I should be grateful that you even lent me some of your time."

.....

He's quiet again. He really can't tell what this man is thinking sometimes (probably 'I wish this call would end.')

"Gabyyyy, you still there?" "Is that all?"

"Hmm?"

"Is that all you have to say?"

I hope I can drop by your place again.

Gabriel probably wouldn't like it if he said that.

"Yep! Oh, one last thing."

"Ugh. What?" Gabriel grumbled.

Harry chuckled at that. "Thanks, Gaby...I mean it."

......

"Don't ever call me again."

"Sure thing, sweetie!" Harry had to end that sentence with the gimmick.

"And get rid of the one photo you have of that costume."

"What pho– OH! How'd you know that— aw, he hanged up."

Well, it was a pity, truly a pity. He has 10 more copies, but now that Gabriel had asked him to, guess he'd have to throw away one picture he has of the first Super Fry. But how could he?

It was the costume that started it all. ______________________________________________________

THANKS FOR THE NOTES ON THE PREVIOUS HARRIEL FIC I WROTE HAAHJHSDJKSDJ i wanted to write harry perspective this time but i feel like it definitely strayed away from canon AJHBSDHD

#harriel #harry clown #ON MY WAY TO WEAR MY CLOWN COSTUME HOLD ON #gabriel agreste #ml #ml fanfic #miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #ml psycomedian #psycomedian #fanfiction #ml fanfiction #monowritings #ml season 4 #ml s4

[monochromatic-ahhhh]

Respect For Those Who Sleep, Please

I did a thing UAOAYWISH bc apparently spontaneous writing is better than knowing why venus is the hottest planet. Based on this post by @random-bi-writer, @/sonofrose's response to my tags fueled it too (*hides*)

Marcy loved to dream. She had. She dreamt.

She dreamt of celebrating someone's birthday back on Earth.

She dreamt of throwing the box away, far, far away where it couldn't find anyone and no one can find it.

She dreamt of being with Anne and Sasha who definitely doesn't hate her and joins her in whatever mishap they'll do next that absolutely does not involve traveling to other worlds.

She tried to dream here. Perhaps she could dream her way out.

...

"I am 'respectfully' informing you that mint chocolate ice cream is a crucial inclusion for increasing this body's metabolism."

If it weren't for those noisy, meddling roommates.

"I doubt pursuing a cold mixture right after awakening is conventional," a second voice had said.

"Oh, but a mere bread with frosting is?"

"How pathetic of you to not even know what the delectable's name is."

"I was not the one who substituted 'cold mixture' for ice cream."

"You are aware that you both are arguing over the host's preference, correct?" a third voice joined in.

"It is not an argument. I was simply stating facts, facts which of course are naturally ignored by-"

"They are not facts."

"They are."

"Are not."

"Guys, can you keep it down over there?" Marcy finally intervened.

"Technically, we cannot since we are up here in your head—"

"What is the silence for?"

"I'm trying to sleep," Marcy said. They did not understand the concept of sleeping, she concluded.

"Oh dear. Excuse us, host." How polite of a fourth voice that did not have anything to do with the noise. (Of course, no one here is humble enough to apologize.)

More voices joined in.

"We are having ice cream."

"The bread would be more advantageous, yes?"

"Shall we play some rubik's, then?"

"We could do video games."

"We do not have video games here, you fool."

"That is why we will make it ourselves, you idiot."

"Rubik's cube."

"Is this really something worth the attention? This is not connected to our plans at all."

"This is not food."

"You know, the rubik's cube will improve our—"

"Oh! I got it."

Everyone listened attentively, including Marcy, who can hear the argument all the way from her closed mindscape.

....

"Let us ask the host what she prefers—" "Are you ill?" "A moron." "The food?" "Greetings host, which way would you rather have your planet invaded?" "The food, not the invasion." "ThE foOD, nOt thE inVaSiOn."

Amidst the roaring sounds of altercation, Marcy tried to dream it was quiet. It did not work.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

"Ready?"

You don't remember.

"After a thousand years, I've thought of nothing else."

Did you sleep? You don't remember.

"Excuse me, out of the way. This is my calling," you heard a voice say in your mind.

Somehow, you feel refreshed. New...Quite possibly improved.

"Why son..."

It's odd, though.

"I think I'm almost proud of you."

You don't feel you.

"Unfair, how come he can send out a personalized message?"

"I express the same complaints."

"I have something ~very important~ to say, too!"

"What is this, a dedication booth?"

More voices had spoken. You care not for their purpose. (You should. You are their instrument after all.)

You wanted to sleep. (Do you need to?)

"Say it in here."

"Then no one will hear it!"

"We do not exist apparently."

"It is helpful enlightenment for the invasion, yes?"

"Well.."

"Yes..?"

You only wanted to dream, but your roommates were making this a nightmare.

"Do you think we can solve a rubik's cube in ten seconds?"

"Two seconds. Such simple task can be done with little to no complications."

"What...what is this even for—"

"Call Andrias."

A very noisy nightmare.

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GET IT? NOISE AS IN STATIC? LIKE WHEN YOU CAN'T SEE ANYTHING ON TELEVISION BC THERE'S NO SIGNAL Ǫ̷͕̗͈́ͅR̴̥͓̖̩̠̔͛̇̿̄̏͛̅͠ ̷̢̡̡̛͉̳͈͖̳̬̥̯̣̅͛̚͠͝M̵̢̮̬̠̣͈̤̌Ȩ̸̡͔̲̞̲̘̓̀̄͛͂̊͂̾̏̀̅̕̕͝͝M̶͈̟͔͉̞̮͙͉̭̱̲̺̬̮̘͊͋̾͂̊̎O̸͈͐́̀͋̕R̵̨͉̲̘̩͕̪̔̓̿̀Y̶̡̞͖̙̹͇̤͒̄̀͋̌̋͜ ̶̰̝̞͔̖̹͓͍͈̳̤͎̽̅̓͌̿̚ͅY̴̧̨̧̡̛͖͇͔̥͉̖͓͖͍̦̒̅͑͝͝Ǫ̵̛̯̬̮̳͕̞͙̝͚̥̣͂͊͗̄͛̏̌̔͗̄̌̎̿U̷̘̤̜̬̟̤͈̿́̈́͗̽̀͆͂̈̎̎̋̕ ̶̡̛̼͑́̿͗̀̇̀̄̒͗̾̽͘͘C̸̢̢͚͍͍̠̭̳͈̤̳̓̏̌́̿͋̾̂̏͌͜͝͝ͅA̴̯̎̎̇̏̅̋̇̓̓͒̈́͛̚N̸̛̜̗̣̩͔̩̭̰̥͖͜ͅ ̶̧̡͇͎̣͎̙̤͎̳̫̰̦͔͉̂̂̽̃̓̓̏̓̎̐̔̇Ŗ̵̯̝͕͈̜̦̳͙̫̼̰͊̑͛̅̕E̷̛̱̭̰̿̒͂̈́̅͆̐̂̀̆̕͘͝C̵̭̗͖̹̻̫̞̥͖͕͊̇A̵̛̞̜͇̠͖͎͍̱̤̮͎̖̋̀̾͗͗̈́͊̈́̉̂̍̔̋͜Ļ̶̰̝͙̲̮̪͓͍̝̞̪͊̀̄̊̅̂̽̍̓̊L̸̢̡̰̖̯͍͓̣̱̤͈̒͐͒͝

#HAKQHAOAHAKAHIAHA MIGHT DELETE LATER LMAO #amphibia #darcy wu #darcy #amphibia fanfic #amphibia fic #the core #the core and the king #amphibia spoilers #monowritings #oh for your body to be possessed with chaotic gremlins are you sure you would like to hand your body over to these peopleOHYOUDONTGETACHOIC

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To Be or Not To Be a̶̱̠̓̂ ̷͙͓̆̈͝s̸̳̮̍́͝e̸̳͓͐̓͠n̵͇̋̋t̷͎͔̹͋̒̈́ì̷̺͕͙̍̚m̵̡͖͎̐̇o̸̞̿ņ̵̀͠s̷̻̫̉̑͝t̵̨͚̳̔͛͋e̸͍̯͙̒͑̀r̶̠̬͐ͅ

Dark.

Or is it just...the absence of light?

No. It's just...nothing.

Empty.

What is this?

What are they?

...

A voice.

"Sentinino," the voice said. "I am Shadowmoth. You will help me find Alya Cesaire."

Who?

Alya.

Alya Cesaire.

C̶r̴e̶a̷t̶e̴d̷ ̴i̴n̵ ̶t̷h̸i̷s̴ ̴w̸o̴r̴l̵d̵ ̴k̷n̴o̶w̷i̷n̸g̴ ̶n̷o̷t̵h̴i̵n̶g̶,̶ ̶b̷u̴t̸ ̶k̵n̶o̵w̷i̸n̷g̶ ̷e̴v̵e̸r̷y̶t̸h̸i̷n̴g̷.̴ ̸T̵h̴r̸o̷u̵g̵h̷ ̵h̸i̷m̷.̶

"Alya? Alyaaaaa," someone's voice said.

Was it his? Or...wait. Was it their own?

Time passed.

How many times had they(̴h̵e̶)̴ called?

Alya. They liked that name. (They liked their own voice, too. O̴r̸ ̵w̶a̷s̷ ̷i̸t̵ ̵h̸i̶s̸?̵)

Keep calling. Find her.

"Shh shh. Style Queen might hear you."

Another voice. Another human came.

"Here, your miraculous."

"Why are you the one giving it to me?"

Strange. They(̴h̵e̶)̴ never thought of asking a question.

"Ladybug gave me a mission while she's dealing with Style Queen. Transform yourself and go help her. I'll meet up later."

The fox went away.

....

That voice again.

Voice...Is he in control?

No, but..

..............

Yes. Follow his orders.

"Wayzz. Shell on!"

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

"It's because she had good partners!" he said.

"Pound it!"

Oh wow. That felt nice.

Focus. Detransform.

"I don't understand," Ladybug said. "It's been so easy I didn't even get to use my lucky charm."

Something...about a trap.

A trap?

Yes. We're(̷h̵e̸'̴s̴)̵ about to win.

...

Why did the other hum—no—Alya Cesaire raise her hand up?

Oh? High five.

Okay.

Woah. WOAH. That's so cool!

Interaction. Friends. It feels nice.

Feel.

Feelings?

Human. Yeah.

"We're gonna have to be a lot more careful now," the girl in spots said as she turned.

"Shadowmoth knows the identities of some of the people I've given a miraculous. And apparently, he's decided to use this information. Isn't that right?"

Huh?

"Shadowmoth."

.....

But..they are not him, though? A̴r̵e̶ ̷t̸h̶e̷y̶?̸

"I'm sorry, Alya. You better move away from him."

Wait.

"This isn't Nino."

No, but they're—

"It's a sentimonster."

.

.

.

Oh.

Sentimonster.

Monster.

Is that...wrong?

Is that not human?

Wrong. Something went wrong.

Wrong.

Where—

.̶.̶.̸.̴.̶.̵.̶.̸.̸.̴.̵.̶.̷.̶.̸.̴.̸.̵.̴.̷.̶.̶.̸.̴.̶.̵.̶.̸.̸.̴.̵.̶.̷.̶.̸.̴.̸.̵.̴.̷

Dark.

Or is it just...the absence of light?

No. It's just...nothing.

Empty.

What is this?

What are they?

...

A voice.

...

No. A memory. Or a...command?

What was it?

"I release you from your existence."

#so...that human thing- #miraculous ladybug #sentimonster theory #sentinino #may or may not be vent #fanfic #? #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #ladybug #rena rouge #carapace #optigami #ml season 4 #monowritings

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The audACITy

I MADE NO RESEARCH HERE, so muCH OF THESE IS JUST VENT AND SUBJECTIVE DESCRIPTIONS, THERE IS NO MORAL OF THE STORY PLS ITS GONNA BE HORRIBLE

It was a good day.

You have been panicking a lot, lately. You shouldn't be. Everything's fine.

It's not, though. The unseen shadows clinging to you are getting stronger and they are, once again, tugging you with words you never even heard.

They're calling you 'unloved'. They're calling you 'unworthy'.

You remember people you are still in contact with today. You remember the longest conversation you ever had with a person you rarely talk to in real life. You remember strangers you met for only a few seconds and somehow, they left a great impact on your outlook of your own life.

How, in what world, does that make you 'unloved' and 'unworthy'? You thought as you challenged the shadows.

They took a step back. But you felt that they were still there, the words only a subconscious whisper.

A great idea had crossed your mind, and you had imagined few of the people you know admiring it. You were never one to see yourself in such a light, and you do not expect attention. But deep down, you know someone will interact. The same way they always have responded.

You started to write, but then the shadows began to shake you.

How dare you.

How dare you try this.

How dare you think you can just do this.

How dare you.

You took a step back.

You wanted to try. But you're annoying, the voices said. Whose voices? The unseen shadows?

It is safer here. You are going to throw it all away?

You are aware of the worst possible outcome. You had once been sure that would happen.

The consequence will make you regret it.

It never did.

You believe you are likeable?

You considered that the shadows were always a part of you. It keeps you grounded, humble, so you wouldn't get ahead of yourself.

You are not as good as you think.

But how much were they holding you back? You weren't sure. You had once feared them, but now..

They will hate you. They already do.

They were getting annoying.

How dare they.

How dare they think of those people like that. Like they would look at their phone and frown at the simple sight of your name.

You went to a near mirror and said:

"F*** you."

You had imagined the unseen shadows retreat, but you knew they were still there. They will come back, they always do, but it doesn't matter. You don't need to listen to them today.

It is a good day.

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From my perspective, they're not exactly voices are shadows, but they feel like that bc yknow, sometimes it feels dark like it clouds your mind and it's weighing on you, then you get these thoughts? I remembered that post somewhere, something with along the lines of "I feel like you look at my chats and just have a disappointed look on your face" "Please don't think of me like that" I CANT FIND IT THO SIQJWHS but yeah that's why I wrote this.

Sometimes I hate that part of me that assumes everyone's out there to get me. Idk, I just feel bad for forgetting that nice people exist. BuT AGAIN THIS IS MORE LIKE A VENT POST? HAJQHSBS okay anw ty for reading if you did read it

nah imagine witnessing someone swear at themselves in front of a mirror, i mean thats normal behavior right

#i FEEL THE NEED TO WRITE THAT #AUDACITY IS LIKE AN AUDIO EDITING SOFTWARE #and i wrote something like voices HAIQJAHA SO HIHI PARALLELS or smthn #also the 'how dare you' things whahhs idk #monowritings #might delete later who knows #social anxiety #anxiety #insecurity #writing #vent fic #tw anxiety

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Yes i indeed have decided to publicize something i might (probably will) regret, proceed with caution

Her dad put food on her plate today.

Like two days ago when he called to teach her to cook, or three months ago when he took two chocolate bars, eating one and setting the other at her side of the table. These little things that filled her heart with warmth, it happened again today.

Dinner time has arrived and naturally, the house was a mess - people heading back and forth from the small kitchen to the big dinner table. She was on her way to get dinner herself. But as she turned the corner to the small kitchen space, she saw her dad already occupying it. Knowing better than to squeeze herself in, she immediately started to turn back until her dad's call caused her to go towards the kitchen again. He was in the middle of placing food on his plate - wait, it was her plate? It was in her hands now, given by her dad. While he went on to do something that's out of the kitchen, she made her way onto the table, pondering on her doubts of her dad's love. It's these little things that get to her after all. Knowing she always wanted to cook, he offered to teach her how to cook her favorite dish. Knowing her cravings for sweets after having her meal, he silently set aside a chocolate bar for her. It's these little things that convinced her that no matter how cold-hearted he may seem, he's always loved her.

So why..

"This is why I don't talk to you anymore."

..is it getting harder..

"What is your problem?!"

..to believe that?

Her father put food on her plate today.

She woke up in a hospital bed the next day.

#*pUKES* #cringe #there goes my self esteem #writing #fiction #monowritings

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i like how in the previous part i said "i wanna see how far i can go" then i proceed to just....not go HSHSHSHHS this is fun tho i have to admit

See i | See ii

"You...you don't remember anything, do you?"

Okay.

What the heck is she dreaming right now?

"No. No no no, I-I thought you would be immune-"

He's still talking, but she isn't paying attention anymore. Is this seriously that kind of scenario? 'She lost her memories, oh will she ever regain them', why on earth would she dream that?

Suddenly, she felt literal weight on her shoulders. The teenager boy's hands brought her to be all ears.

"-ody, listen to me. Trust me, okay?"

Their eyes met. His was brown in color, but dark enough to be considered black. It feels weird that she was paying attention to that.

"This is not a dream. I swear. This is not a dream."

Ah.

She looked to the side. Sure. She'll totally believe that.

The boy retreated his arms and crossed them.

"Mel, don't you dare not believe that," he said in a scolding tone.

Alright, then. Hold on, Mel? Is that her name?

"Yes, that's your name."

He nodded as he replied. Okay, cool.

...

Wait a second.

She abruptly turned right to where the boy was sitting, shocked at his response.

"Hey, hey, it's okay!"

He held up his hands, signalling surrender.

"I'm not a mind reader, okay? Calm down. I just figured you didn't know what your name was, and I've been calling you Mel for a while now. So, yeeaaahhh."

Admittedly, that was a big part of why she was shocked. But what she wanted to address was the name. That's not her name. Despite staying silent under the presence of this stranger, which is what seemed like common sense, she opted for him to know.

"Actually, it's-", she paused.

........

Haha oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-

She can't remember what her name is. All right! So she does have amnesia, and this isn't a dream after all?

"What is it?"

The other person seemed to have noticed her stressful thinking. Weirdly enough, this guy seems nice, friendly and.....familiar.

Why does he look familiar?

Maybe she should just go along with it. If this is a dream, she'll wake up soon enough. If it isn't, she just had to make sure she can trust this young man.

"I was just wondering," she started to say, which immediately urged her need of food and water, "if it's not too much to ask, can you prove that I can trust you?"

She then proceeded to mentally slap herself, because why the heck did she ask for her freaking security so politely as if she'll take no for an answer.

She forgot this person, so he could either be a friend or a foe. He stayed at her bedside and didn't look like he slept at all. When she first saw him, he looked like he was just crying. So maybe they're close enough for him to be this deeply concerned. This boy also feels familiar. That alone is enough to conclude that she definitely stumbled upon this person before. But can she trust her gut feeling that screams 'He's very trustworthy'?

She should've slept it off. This much thinking is tiring her out. But as much as she wanted to completely disintegrate from exhaustion, she had to wait for his reply.

The maybe-not-a-stranger looked like he was thinking, but he definitely knows what to say. Maybe there's so much to say that he doesn't know what to state first?

"You," he finally said, "..you think bracelets and necklaces give you bad luck so we got matching earrings, instead."

That was such a ridiculous piece of information she cannot recall, but somehow she knew he was right.

He parted the ash-brown hair covering his ears to reveal small silver earrings shaped like puzzle pieces. Small silver earrings that she recognized. A pair of puzzle pieces she knew would connect with another.

The other pair they'd join with would be rose-gold.

She reached for her ears feeling for whatever decorated them. She couldn't see what they look like, but they felt like small squares. Puzzle pieces. Her earrings.

Her face must have failed to contain how awestruck she is because the person beside her, who witnessed the whole thing going down, tried holding in his chuckles. He then asked a question as if he knew how she would react to it.

"Do you wanna try and piece them together?"

HECK YEAH, SHE DOES!

Instead of stating coherent words as a response, she looked at him excitedly. Her realizing what had to be done caused her to behave.

"I can't take my earrings off without a mirror though," she stated, sounding more downhearted than she intended.

"I can take them off for you," he volunteered, "o-only if it's fine with you, of course."

He turned away at that last bit. Strange. He looks kind of pink, now.

"I'd actually like to go home first."

...is what she should say.

She should go back to her family because....well, because. That doesn't really need justification, does it?

But eventually, the words that came out of her were, "I'd actually like to go see outside first," as if it would be a place she could never recognize.

"Ah, of course! Don't worry, we'll move to a...more suitable and comfortable place soon," he said as he guiltily scanned the room like a butler who failed to provide the needs of the long-lost princess. "I'll just check if it's safe to go out yet-"

Dings and annoying vibrations in his pocket interrupted him.

He hastily took his phone out to check whatever caused it to make such a fuss. From the extreme and ironically careful scrolling the boy is doing, she assumed he was reading an abundant number of messages sent to him at the same time. Or maybe he didn't read all of them because he returned the phone to his pocket with a gentle smile on his face, perhaps satisfied with atleast one of the texts he received?

Considering his smile as the sign, she got off the bed and fixed up her hair with the gray hairtie she had on her wrist. The other person in the room seemed to be surprised.

"Something wrong?"

He smiled softly. "It's nothing, really."

There's definitely something. But before she could say anything, he went for the doorknob and frantically gave an explanation she never expected.

"Okay. So this might be crazy, but don't freak out. There's definitely a lot of things that won't make any sense and beyond reality but I promise I'll explain everything."

Well, that's comforting.

He took the lead and turned the knob. "You ready?" he asked nervously.

She shrugged. How bad can it be?

Apparently, she could never even imagine how bad it is because as the door opened to unveil what kind of view it was blocking from her sight, she threw away every hope of maintaining her sanity.

She has henceforth concluded that she has lost it.

#HHSHSHSHSH #????? #i dont even know what i did #writing #fiction #monowritings

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there are so many other better directions this can go to but alas, my brain went 'oH shE's MAgIc nOw'. IMO this was good enough on its own one-shot but i wanna see how far i can go so take this as some sort of possible next scenario where all decency has dissipated-

She woke up in a hospital bed today.

Wait, what? This isn't right.

She was fine yesterday. What happened?

Wait.

Did she isekai into another world? Is she in a novel now?

....

Does that mean she died?

She sat up and touched both her cheeks in an attempt to show the surrounding air molecules how utterly shocked she is upon her reincarnation. Of course, that wasn't what happened. She looked at herself, or atleast the lot of herself that she can see. She still looks the same as before - same dark brown hair, same small scar on her forehead, same short stubby fingers. Okay, so cross 'died and reincarnated' off the imaginary list. She silently giggled at her own joke.

She then shook her head, returned her hands to their place on her cheeks, and imagined some possible scenarios that could have led her to be brought here. Here in this....this is a hospital bed, isn't it?

Looking around the small room, there wasn't anything other than the bed and a large rock. The room doesn't look like it's in a hospital. Sure, she's never been hospitalized but what she saw in most movies can't be wrong, can they? Where are the machines? Medical supplies? The actual doctors?? Also, who puts a rock on someone's bedside and why is it- oH GOSH THE ROCK IS ALIVE

She frantically took the blanket to capture the moving rock - wait. No, she shouldn't! It might declare war on humanity, then it would be the end of the world! But all the more reason why she should contain this, right?

She already trapped it, anyway. But still, to free or not to free? As she contemplated on the correct course of action that would lead to the least amount of damage, the rock spoke.

"...Mel?"

Oh no, it's calling reinforcements.

Okay, alright, calm down. She took deep breaths, in and out, and fell into thought. If this is reality, rocks can't talk. Or move on their own. So, maybe...

She freed the seemingly moving talking rock from underneath the blanket which was revealed to be, as she presumed, a human.

A normal, sleep-deprived human that was just waking up from an uncomfortable sleeping position. Not a supernatural rock....(oh thank goodness).

She sighed in relief and went back to bed, eyes closed and both hands resting on her stomach. The person at her bedside right now is a stranger. She has no memories of this dude, and she has no idea where she is, or how she got here. What better way to solve this predicament than sleeping.

"Hey..."

The rock - sorry, the guy spoke again. Nope. She is dead. Dead asleep. One cannot communicate with her right now.

"Come on, don't be like that."

His voice is a bit hoarse. Was he crying? He needs water. Oh, whatever, this world is devoid of anything that can get her to open her eyes.

"Please? We did what we came here to do so we can go back now. Do you think you can-"

She opened her eyes.

"Sorry, what?"

Instinctively, she covered her mouth. She hadn't meant to say that aloud. Moreover, she sounds weird. What on earth is this, puberty?

...

Well, she does feel a little longer.

She sat up and looked at herself again. Huh.

Her hair grew a bit. Her hands are still small, but they definitely weren't this big yesterday. Is she taller? Come to think of it, the scar on her forehead doesn't feel like a scar anymore - more like a short hit. She tried feeling the scar with her hand but she's having trouble finding it. No way. What? She's so confused and befuddled that she hadn't noticed how bothered the other person looked.

"You..."

Ah, she flinched at that. She wasn't focusing on the right thing. Right now, the most important thing is this person who acts like he knows her, and she's been ignoring him until he started saying something about going back. His voice was hoarse yet it was still soft when he talked. But just now, it gave her shivers. It was deep, a mix of mad and horrified and depressed and knowing. Knowing. She doesn't know what he's going to say next, but all she felt was fear, and the need to get out of here. This is how her dreams are always like.

"You..were reading?"

They're not real.

"We've been so patient with you."

But her feelings very much are.

"Why are you like this?"

So that means this is a dream, then. Knowing whether she's dreaming or not has always been hard. Waking up from these dreams, though, are usually easy. She probably should wake up already, but this one is interesting. She can stay a bit longer. Not like she has anything to lose, anyway.

"You...you don't remember anything, do you?"

#mY GOSH THIS WAS LONG #i couldnt find the right sentence to end it in #so i sorta #KSKSKSKFYSJHS #this was more of an experiment #like how would one react from being in one place yesterday #then wake up suddenly being in a completely different place #GOSH CRINGE #if you read it till the end tysm #but OH BOY IDK WHAT IM DOING #writing #fiction #monowritings