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grelleswife · 6 months

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Just randomly remembered At the Heart of Justice AND ofc I have to reread it now. Also I hope lawliet-imagines is still around and everything is okay with them🤍 That was literally one of the best works I've read and indeed as author stated very close in style to the canonical LAPD book. Like the writing is just so well. It's been several years since I've read it actually...and I still remember their first kiss XD

I wish it was canon dammit. Ray pebbles can go somewhere else(or have a fate like in canon idk). Naomi deserved so much better...another character assassination and men's inability to write women...

Anyways #LawmassacreForever

p.s. also do you guys still have l×naomi week? This was the smallest fandom I've ever been in but it had so many talented people ❣️

The fic that kindled my love for L x Naomi, served as the catalyst for my foray into fandom, and remains, in my humble opinion, the definitive work for this ship…you’re making me nostalgic, anon! :’) @lawliet-imagines did a great job of establishing the atmosphere of a detective novel while also developing the relationship between agent and frog, but without the misogyny that pervades much of Death Note’s canon. 🙏 As far as I’m aware, she’s doing fine—just occupied with responsibilities out in the three-dimensional world.

Kick Rage Pebble to the curb. 😤 If only Naomi had been given a partner with whom she was equally matched and had the chance to achieve her full potential rather than be snuffed out by Ohba and Obata because her intelligence would have halted Light’s schemes in their tracks!

But nonetheless, the spirit of Lawmassacre shall live on! ✊

There are no immediate plans for another L x Naomi Week, but I’d happily support any similar endeavors hosted by other blogs. By nature, rarepair communities tend to be a drop in the vast lake of the overall fandom, but we shine brightly with passion and enthusiasm!

#death asks #naomi misora #l lawliet #l x naomi #at the heart of justice #other people’s fic #other people’s writing

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frodo-with-glasses · 1 year

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I don’t know if they grow watermelons in the Shire, but imagine young Merry and Pippin eating watermelon on a sunny summer afternoon and Pippin accidentally swallows a watermelon seed. He gets really upset and starts crying because he's scared that a watermelon will grow inside his tummy. To make him feel better, Merry swallows one so they'll be even. 💞

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#asked and answered #meriadoc brandybuck #merry #peregrin took #pippin #lord of the rings #lotr #other people’s writing #i don’t have anything to add to this lol #it’s just cute X-D

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silentwalrus1 · 1 year

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Doodled a little Bulma Briefs for Nonymos’s Journey to the East

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41926845

#i guess tumblr’s given up completely on letting me text link stuff #my art #dragon ball #dbz #bulma briefs #nonymos #other people’s writing

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abyssal-debonair · 2 months

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#ashley m jones #poetry #poems #other people’s writing #poc #afro #black #african american

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dazeddreamerr · 3 months

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Why is it that some days I feel like I’ve accomplished so much as far as meeting goals on my WIP. And other days I look at the word count, the page number, chapter that I’m working on and I feel so behind Ive said before that I don’t know why about I’ve been feeling the pressure of some imaginary deadline.

Today I think I’m going to try writing in a new environment.

Maybe if I’m in a different space with a different atmosphere it would change the vibes. Some times it’s as simple as sitting in a different room instead of at my desk. This time though I think I’m going to have to out of my usual work space and try getting out to a cafe? Maybe a book store (there’s a few near me with tables and chairs in side and outside). Maybe today I’ll try the library.

There’s just something about being surrounded by old books,

The atmosphere, the smell of all the old books. There’s something really comforting about it. The shelves of works from the most treasured children’s books to copies of some one the most famous works in the world. I don’t go to the library often, I haven’t been to my local library since last summer with my kids, but it really is one of my favorite places. I think libraries feel nostalgic to me because most days after school I went straight to the library to get my homework done, to find new books to read, to try new genres, to find the next adventure that was going to be my new escape.

So yes. I think I’ll try the library today. :)

Do libraries make anyone else nostalgic? No? Just me 😅 haha

Drop your favorite place to write or whatever :) <3

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bugflies00 · 6 months

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this fic irrevocably changed me and it’ll never be finished and i don’t know how to live with that knowledge

#ITS SO FUCKINGN. GOD .#THROWS UP AND DIES #alex.rambles.txt #other people’s writing #c!wilbur #mcyt

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nikkilbook · 1 year

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Behold!

I recorded a podfic for my dear friend @beerecordings as a Christmas gift, and I just finished fiddling with it. I’ve got the individual parts embedded as chapters on AO3, and then the whole thing as a Spotify podcast/playlist doodad. Give the original a read either here on Tumblr or over on AO3. Enjoy, and let me know if you have any suggestions for other podfics to record, particularly of Bee’s!

#jacksepticeye #jameson jackson #jse egos #other people’s writing #my voice acting #whaaaaat #that’s a tag now #so cool #Spotify #nikki & bee

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jedi-valjean · 5 months

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Grim manages to uno reverse Sidious in Return Of The Jedi

Hell yeah

#star wars #other’s ocs #other people’s writing

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meerawrites · 10 months

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The queer youth experience.

#poetry #queer #lgbtq+#pride #pride 2023 #other people’s writing

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spookyboywhump · 1 year

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Royal Guard AU (Part 2?!?)

I wanted to continue, especially after I had an idea for how to incorporate another character. Still not super whumpy but like :3

I hope u like!

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Elias couldn't sleep. It has been exactly one month since he was was bitten, and two weeks since he had shown the red, angry wound to his friends. In the past week, it hadn't improved any further after becoming an odd, raised scar with dents where the fang marks were. He had begun to accept it would never fully heal.

He thought it had stopped hurting though, but now, with the approach of the next full moon, it throbbed with every beat of his heart.

He lay in his bed in the dormitory of the mages guild, staring at the reddening sunset sky out the open window. He was thinking that he might as well give up, when he heard voices in the hall.

“Are you sure?” The guild master asked, furtively.

Some kind of affirmative must have been given, because the same troubled noise the master made whenever Elias wrote his runes wrong met his ears.

He realized then, that the sounds were growing closer, and his heart picked up its gallop.

But surely, he thought, sitting up and turning towards the door, clutching his pillow, no one would know. His friends were the only ones who had seen, and he dismissed the thought of any of them selling him almost as quickly as it had come, though, to his shame, not immediately (Could it be Cara? Or Lila? Or Alec?).

They can't know. They can't know. He repeated to himself, eyes locked on the door.

Then, with a click, it opened, and standing in the doorway, flanking the paled guild master, were two people in gleaming, snarling hound masks.

Huntsmen. They stared at him through the small window of his cell. The Lord and the other werewolf had left.

Drooling, growling fangs framed by dark, dirty fur flashed in his mind.

He shuddered before the pain of the rapid transformations coursed through him again, ripping a pained groan from his chest.

Stop fighting it a little voice murmured. Well, less a voice, and more a feeling that surged through his blood. It will be so much easier if you let it happen

But he knew that once he gave in fully, he would be admitting defeat.

The masks watched on.

Expressionless.

They were absolutely expressionless as they stared from the doorway, but he could see their muscles tense, heard the tightening of a leather glove around a spear. Danger and power emanated from them like a choking smoke that filled the room.

Elias's gaze flicked towards the window behind him. It was a three story fall.

“Elias,” the guild master said, talking gently, as if to a spooked child, “the huntsmen have some questions for you.”

Fuck.

He tensed his jaw, and before he could take another second to think, he threw the pillow at them, launching himself towards the open window, and for a second he was falling, falling-

Bang!

The door opened what felt like an eternity later, though by the light of dawn peeking through the tiny window of his cell, he knew it had been hours, not eons. At least the transformations had stopped, for now.

He huddled, warily, in the corner, keeping his eyes on them as they entered his cell, spearheads first.

“Come quietly,” one of them said, and the 'or else’ was not needed.

Elias wondered, for a moment, if he could try to run, get out of here before the Lord did whatever he had planned for Elias. It was a stupid idea, even if he got out, he didn't know his way around a castle. He barely even remembered how he had gotten to this cell, and that side entrance was past the huntsmens’ quarters.

Let it never be said he wasn't willing to try, though.

He bolted, trying to run between them, and almost immediately, they caught him by the shoulders, throwing him back down.

His breath was knocked out of him as he hit the ground, very surprised to find himself still alive.

He took a second to regain himself, only to look down and find his body replaced.

Where his robes had been was now a body covered in reddish-brown fur, picked at fingers replaced with short, claw tipped digits.

No. He thought, desperately, and urged himself to change back. Oh God, it hurt. Like his bones were breaking and reshaping themselves. He had to strain his body, his magic, like a muscle, and it already ached from the strain.

He was covered in sweat, but for now at least, he was human again.

He looked up at the window he had lept from, to see the guild master staring at him, agape. The huntsmen were nowhere to be seen which meant…

They must already be on their way.

With one last apologetic look (though what was he apologizing for, in retrospect? Being bitten?), he bolted into the woods.

His feet scrabbled against the ground. He couldn't find any purchase on the stone floor though, his toes barely scraped it as the huntsmen practically carried him through it.

They didn't go to the narrow passageway, though, instead back towards the winding side entrance. Towards the huntsmens’ quarters. A million ideas of what they would do to him in there raced through his mind, and he forced them all out.

It all began to overwhelm him again when they actually did bring him into their quarters. His struggling was met with their grips tightening around his arms, squeezing them so hard he wondered if they would burst. He whined as they brought him through a hallway of a room with bunks on either side, towards a doorway at the end.

He closed his eyes, trying to protect them against the onslaught of branches. He felt them tear away at his pants. His unprotected shins stung as they were cut, but he kept running.

His progress was slowed by the transformations that made his body into a new thing every step.

He had a feeling, deep inside of him, that if he truly gave in, if he relaxed and allowed himself voluntarily to be what his body wanted to, he would not know how to turn back. He would have to allow the wolf to run its course until the universe decided it was done with him. He would be admitting that this is what he was, now.

He desperately did not want this to happen.

Had it been day time, he probably would have known where he was. He had spent many days exploring the valley around the mages castle, but he had run off in a random direction, and his vision randomly flashed with that of the wolf's, who could see in a distracting, monotone way.

He paused, heaving. He was practically blind, he realized.

Behind him, he heard crashing, like horses galloping through forest brush.

Oh fuck.

He resumed running, though his lungs begged for air that didn't sting when he swallowed it in. He picked a new random direction, hoping to throw them off.

His panic was now focused, with his ears pricked for the danger behind him. It didn't work, they were not deceived.

He couldn't run, he couldn't escape. A panicked sob rose from his lips. The only thing left to do was-

Hide.

He stopped suddenly, barely able to make out a cluster of bushes at the foot of the nearest tree, and lept into them.

With one hand, he clutched the tattered cloak that hung from his shoulders, trying desperately to stop his trembling. With the other, he covered his mouth, quieting his breath and his cries. He felt snot leak over his fingers.

He watched as a light came closer and closer through the trees, the stomping of hooves making the ground tremble beneath him. He prayed they just kept going, keep running, you will not find me and I will be ok.

Horses braying as they were suddenly made to stop, “The trail ends here”

He wasn't so lucky.

Dismounting, heavy boots landing on the ground. The light, dancing outside his hiding spot. His whole body shook and his heart was about to explode.

Their boots crunched through leaves and fallen twigs, horses stamping uneasily, though never doing much more. Clearly this was something they were used to, maybe even trained for.

He watched the light come closer, heard rustling in the bushes nearby, and-

“Can't find that little shit, maybe it went the other way.” said the closer one, letting go of the bushes with a rustle.

Elias nearly cried with relief, he was so close.

“The trail is still fresh enough that we can go back and get the hounds,” the other offered.

Yes, yes, please. Leave. He prayed to any and every deity that may be listening. A shiver ran down his spine. His arm let go of the cape it clutched, trying to flex away the cramp.

“Alright, but if we lose it, I'll tell the huntmaster it was your fault.” The first huntsman said, grunting as he presumably mounted his horse.

The pain stayed in his arm. It was not a cramp, he realized, with horror. He tried to hold it back, feeling the pressure try to burst through his very skin.

“Why would it be my fault? You're the one who-”

A sob ripped from Elias's throat as his whole arm lengthened, his bones stretched and fur broke through the flesh.

It was deadly silent. His arm turned back as his ears turned pointy, fur tickling his neck. He held his breath, squeezed his eyes shut, trying to wake up from this nightmare.

He heard the branches part around him, felt the light of a lantern against his eyelids.

They grabbed him and he

Opened his eyes as he heard a door close behind him. A man sat in a chair before him, wearing all black, and a mask similar to those of the other huntsmen, though this one was of a shepherd dog, molded to appear as angry as if it were protecting the herd from a wolf at the very moment its likeness was captured.

He sniffled, trying to hide that he had been crying, and stared the man in the face, but it was clearly no use.

The man reached up, and Elias flinched, only to watch him remove his helmet and place it reverently on a table beside him.

Somehow, he was even scarier without it. Well-kept black-as-midnight hair, steely gray eyes, and a strong jaw pulled into a smirk and lined with a well groomed short beard. He looked over Elias like he was a rabbit in a trap.

“Hello there, little pup.” He purred.

#submission #other people’s writing #IM SCREAMING. I AM SCREAMING.#FUCK #IM 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀#I also cannot get over how fuckin cool the imagery of the masks are

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grelleswife · 1 year

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I just woke up and came up with a Hannah x fem reader one shot. Like inspired by my dream.

Cw death

This is the first draft btw so while I did do some editing the spelling may be wonky because type too fast disease. The passing of time is supposed to feel floaty because when I wake up my brain thinks in flashes of memory and feeling rather than linear tangible description.

......... Hannah had found that since Luka, dear sweet Luka, she had no taste for bitter souls. Like a human child she gravitated towards the soft sweetness. While she wouldn't forget her search for the brother of her Luka she hungered still. So when you found her and she saw your tired kind eyes, and tasted the energy of your soul, the aura of it in the air, she accepted.

You were alone in life and though she played maid, cook, cleaner and anything else you needed it was obvious that what she was needed most as, was a companion.

Your home was a dark one bedroom, in a polluted dingy place, and you had dreams of something better. In the rumblings of thunder you would shyly ask to be held. And in her arms you would fit. Adult but scared. Life was frightful, this place crushing. The irony was thick, that you would run to a demon for comfort.

Then it was, you shared your idea. Maybe a year into the contract. Immigration. You had scrimpt and saved and had been planning this for far longer than Hannah had ever known.

"You'll be able to come right?"

"Of course dear" she kissed the top of your head tenderly. It would in realty take more than an ocean to break a demon contract. It was, however, in your nature to ask.

"The way I figure it is I can get two low class for the price of a middle class." You had the money on the table and a pamphlet in hand.

"I can just hide-"

"No! There's no reason you should hide, like luggage or vermin! I want you with me!" You stood up frantic.

She would sigh and agree. Calming you. Holding a hand.

For her the luxury of a ship made no difference but if you wanted her aboard fair and square so be it.

The day the great ship was to leave you walked boldly with your arm intwined with hers. You must have felt safe. If shy. You hadn't traveled much before. And yet here you were, documents and what few worldly possessions you had in hand.

The room slept four and she knew if needed she would slip into bed with you. If a human dared say something she would rip their throats out and toss them over. She was there to comfort you after all.

The trip, she remembers, was wonderful. For as short as it was. You would brush her hair and put it back into a braided bun, and she would do the same for you. The other two in the cabin, it turned out were sisters, to meet their uncle in the new world.

"He sent for us!"

"Like a father he's been!"

The late night chats. They had a brother in another cabin to walk them around but the late night chats were fun for you.

Hannah found herself constantly stuck between boredom and thrill. She was jaded but surprisingly since Luka, not as much as she thought.

The halls were full of laughter and despite the poverty and class system holding people down she hadn't seen humans so alive.

Thats when she finally spotted the reaper. It wasn't that unusual for humans to die on voyages. She glared at the reaper and the two locked eyes. Though given that you were leaning your head against her shoulder at the time she doubted it was that threatening.

The crisply suited man then spoke, she was too far away to make it out and a woman turned. Another reaper. The woman was holding some books and the two started talking quickly. Flourescent green eyes darting back and forth between each other and her.

"Let's go dear, I don't want you to catch a cold."

You smile at her and the two of you make for anywhere but there.

When the ship hit the iceberg it rumbled like thunder, waking you instantly.

Gasps from the cabin companions and you all shifted whispering.

What followed was cruel. The exact second by second events offer no more clarity than skipping to the end. One shouldn't linger on such horrid things.

Because in the end she was standing in the cabin with you, fussing over the head wound. Debris had hit you in the head. The two of you had been separated briefly and that's all it took. She had rushed you back to the room thinking the relative calm would help.

She recalls how your blood was staining the cream blouse you had on. Demons didn't tend to know medical things or healing magics. A dead human was a human ripe for consumption.

She could taste the fear and confusion from you, your soul specifically. She debated her options.

The transportation spells would kill you, she could brute force you both through the locked cages but your wound was...

Same if she simply broke a door off and got you both onto it. Then in both cases the cold...

"No no stay awake!"

You swayed. She held you in a hug, like she had many times before. You muttered about being sleepy. She whispered back encouragement.

You layed your head down on her shoulder.

"Are we dancing Hannah?"

"Yes..." she hummed and you both slowly rocked in a mimic of the dancing you've done before. She felt you smile.

Massive groans could be heard. The ship shuddered.

Distantly she heard screaming and then the cold touch of water on her boots.

When your grip relaxed she set you down on the bottom bed. She felt you nestle into her essence. Like Luka before you, kind and thankful. A honest sweet soul. Hers now.

Her servants met her on shore. Knowing which direction she would swim. The cold hadn't bothered her.

She knows they had missed her. She gently patted each one on the head and if knowing her honest truth they held her in comfort. Caring not for the cold or wet.

....

Titanic is long enough ago we can write fandom stuff for it? Maybe? This is Kuro after all. But dubious is dubious.

Also! I know there's the whole fake titanic that sebs and all were on but I couldn't place it on there. And the grim reapers aren't supposed to be anyone we know. In the dream the man was a short king and the woman was a large queen.

I was typing this out and was tangently reminded of every anime where a average dude gets a magical gf. Because there's always a loop hole on how this broke guy can get away with not buying the gf clothes. Sometimes magic, donations from others. Hannah can, like sebastian, shape shift her appearance so she's magic gf that comes with a endless cute wardrobe so the poor reader doesnt have to buy her clothes.

Thank you for sharing this poignant oneshot, @squirreltastic ! Our demon girlfriend held us in her loving arms to the bitter(sweet) end. 🥹💜

#kuroshitsuji #hannah annafellows #hannah anafeloz #hannah annafellows x reader #submission #other people’s writing #other people’s fic #squirreltastic

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