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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Listen, I'm obaessed with the name Theodore and then you make him a masochistic nerdy man. I am ded.

Anyways welcome back to that one un-named anon makes writing again because they can't GET ENOUGH OF THESE CHARACTERS.

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Theodore's vision was hazy at best. He was struggling to even see the words he was scribbling down. As he feels another squeeze to his throat, his body grasps for air, and his hands shakes then stills. His mind becoming all too consumed by the delicious pain starving him of his body's functions.

"Professor, you've stopped writing." Your voice sounds so disappointed. He loves it.

But what he doesn't love is the release of your grasp around his neck. Your touch retreating from his body doesn't hesistate to make him bed for you to put it back.

"W-wait. I'll finish it." He goes back to his half empty paper on his desk. It should be easy to write a recommendation letter. He's written a ton of those, and none of those students ever compared to you in the slightest.

It was the thoughts of your hand, however, that kept persisting to the point of hindering his letter. He doesn't realize all he's writing about is your hands' great strength or your glorious intimidation ability. A small sigh escapes you, and Theodore feels the grip then the tug.

His body frantic grasping for air as you choke him much harder than before. He's letting out choked moans and placing his hand on yours. A normal person would pull those hands away. He just held them tighter.

"Professor, you can't even write a recommendation letter properly." He's taking every word. Please degrade him more.

"You're like a child. I think I've spoiled you too much. You definitely need punishment." Punishment. Please punish him. Degrade him. Please, more.

"But, I'll be kinder since because of you I get to be valedictorian." You kick him off his chair ehen you let go of his neck. You slam your boots into his spine and he screams.

Each blow, each hit, each kick, he sounded like he was in pain, but each moan, each smile, each "more." kept his "punishment" coming again and again.

That ending sure went hard- but every part was spectacular! I enjoyed how you portrayed his character and reading it all was a delight. Thank you for sharing!

#The name Theodore has meaning actually #I had a teddy bear named it and tore him on accident #yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #male yandere #yandere x you #anon writing #anon submission #other's writing

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ideas-on-paper · 3 months

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Wake up, folks! A new Legion romance patch (including platonic relationships, too!) just dropped for Mass Effect 2!

An author named jasp on AO3 (big kudos to you! <3) released an interactive fanfic allowing you to finally get into a relationship with Legion. It's not only wonderfully written, it also has the trademark ME dialogue wheel and even the Normandy AI core engine noise in the background!

It really felt like talking with Legion again, which is a real treat. Finally, after the painful ordeals of ME3, my depression has been cured, my broken heart has been mended, and my soul has been restored.

Also I'm gonna tag @everythingcounts2007remaster and @menacingmetal since I know both of you are Legion lovers (hope you don't mind ^^)

EDIT: If the text is cut off for you, see comments 🔽

#mass effect #mass effect legion #shepard x legion #shegion #archive of our own #ao3 #fanfiction #other's writing #the greatest injustice of mass effect has finally been fixed

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writingsfromspace · 4 days

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Tagged by @kaylinalexanderbooks and @illarian-rambling - thank you!

@kaylinalexanderbooks' snippet:

Jack scrutinized the castle before him. It stretched up, up, up into the sky--and as they were already in the clouds, Jack didn’t want to know how high the tallest tower was above the ground--how he wouldn’t like to be the poor bloke who was defenestrated from it. The castle was made of some sort of dark stone, giving it the unsettling feel of a haunted house. There was the cobblestone path, yes, but on either side of it, Jack realized that yes, they were still on clouds, though where the castle was, the clouds were dark and gray, and when Jack listened closely enough, he realized that there was a booming irregular pulse of thunder that shook the ground ever-so-slightly, enough to cause the stone beneath his shoes to rattle.

My rewrite:

The fact they were already in the clouds made the sheer height of the castle that much worse. Jack didn't even want to know how far the highest towers reached; already his mind was wandering unpleasant places, like how long he could fall if he was unlucky enough to be defenestrated from up there. He didn't recognize the dark stone the building was made of, although he didn't particularly want to, either; it emanated enough of an unsettling feeling Jack thought the answer could only be sinister. The cobblestone path leading up to it seemed firm enough, but on either side, far too close for comfort, there was still nothing but clouds, deceptively solid white and fluffy for something that would drop him like a stone at the first misstep. Under the castle, though, even the clouds turned ominous, dark, grey--and reverberating with forceful booms of thunder, barely audible at this distance, but shaking the very ground under Jack's feet.

@illarian-rambling's snippet:

With a tightness in his chest, Djek got that familiar, sneaking suspicion that he was in way over his head. He’d see it through, of course—his morbid curiosity was always keeping him involved in things normal people would’ve run away from at the first chance. Perhaps he could have a little more caution this time, though. Do a little research. Gods forbid, read something if he had to. It was quite the little maze of secrets he’d found himself in, but he’d make the best of it.

My rewrite:

Djek's chest tightened. Oh, he was in over his head again. Not that that would stop him. Normal people might run away from these situations he seemed to keep finding himself in given half a chance, but his morbid curiosity always ended up getting the better of him. He'd see it through. Perhaps with a little more caution than usual, though. A little research. Some reading even, if absolutely necessary. The secrets twisting around him surely warranted a little extra effort before they could strangle him.

My snippet for you (translated from The king-eaters' grief):

[Fisk is Ignaz' pet Velociraptor, also referred to as a bird here]

They sat down on a bench, and Ignaz showed Muriel how to carefully approach Fisk, how to recognize Fisk was at ease about her presence, and how to stroke through the feathers without disarraying them. It was odd watching the two of them like this. Athanasios himself had never had much of a desire to take care of children, but he didn't have anything against watching one for a while, especially under the supervision of an adulter adult. And Ignaz... he'd never really seen him as a father figure--when they became real friends, his children were already out of the house--but now it truly hit him Ignaz had in fact raised two little ones. When Muriel got bored of petting the bird--far faster than Athanasios would have assumed--Ignaz ordered her to stay within viewing range and sent her off to play.

I was going to keep it shorter but. I figured the first paragraph added some context lkdsjg

Tagging @stories-by-rie, @njnetails, @talesfromaurea, @jezifster, @fixaidea, @gwens-fiction, @cass-writings + an open tag! No pressure as always <3

#writeblr #tag game #writings from space #other's writing #king-eaters' grief

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diphthongsfordays · 1 month

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IT HAS ARRIVED!!

@ashen-crest I am SO EXCITED!!

#writeblr #ashen crest #other's writing

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pinkestmenace · 4 months

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Not my fic, but:

Everyone who cares about Susie Haltmann should read this now that it's finished. It's really good! She's such a messed up little cyborg and can't quite admit it to herself. But she's learning.

#other's writing #susie haltmann #max profitt haltmann #meta knight #kirby #taranza #magolor #planet robobot

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cookierunauprompts · 1 month

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hi, I’m resending this because I forgot to credit @revisitingfandoms. They created the character of Salem.

anyways I hope you enjoy, tell me what you think!

see ya!

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Secrets, secrets, secrets. Arcane is known for keeping secrets despite her penchant for being honest, and it’s usually secrets about herself that she keeps. Many of them as a viewer you know and or are able to guess, such as her self loathing, the hungry ones, or her feelings for shadow milk and golden butter. But she has a deeper one, even more secret than the feelings of wanting to disappear that she harbors so deeply. One she's had since the very beginning, not even her family knows about it.

The secret of her creation… and how she shouldn’t exist, at least in her eyes.

Back at the beginning- when the beasts were first being conceptualized and the witches pondered what would separate them all from each other, they decided to try something. The witches already had the idea floating about for an egg cookie, it would definitely fit with the rest they had planned after all. They also wanted to create a cookie that could… in layman's terms act like an arcane battery- to be able to produce vast amounts of magical energy rapidly.

And so those who were not preoccupied with the creation of the others went to work, they needed to experiment. For creating a being able to not only produce that much energy, but also being able to withstand it would be a challenge. And for months they tested and tested- but nothing seemed to work. The cookies that were made weren’t up to snuff! They were either too crumbly, too soggy, or hell- they weren’t able to produce the sufficient amount of energy that they wanted.

And so the last few desperate attempts of test batches were made to make a successful cookie, the night was almost here after all. The night to present these perfect cookies- from what has been heard the witches largely credited with making each of the cookies were almost done. And yet they had nothing to show! Nothing to show except these husks- these wastes of materials and energy!

…but unbeknownst to them… one of the cookies in their final batch… was alive-! If only barely conscious. This my friend is our dear arcane egg, even if she doesn’t look like it. Even if her dough is but a pale yellow-orange hue, even if her white hair is cloudy and semi transparent, even if she could hardly move… talk… or think. It’s a version of her, that’s for sure. She was hardly there, in her mind everything was so fuzzy. As if it were a dream… she was on the counter..? In a baking sheet of sorts it seemed. Move-she wanted to move! But her body was so…weak, it felt so frail.

For a few long- LONG minutes this fragile cookie actually managed to get on her feet! If only barely. The cookie didn’t notice the person lingering by the kitchen’s entrance though- didn’t see the curious young eyes of a witch's apprentice. She did notice the young teen however when they had snuck up to the counter the cookie was on. They stared at each other, egg in slight fear and a lot of hazy-ness while the other was staring at the cookie with such wonder in their eyes….

“Are you really alive-!?” The young witch almost shouted, which spooked the cookie greatly and she fell on her ass.

After calming down a bit the young witch, who egg learns is named Viola starts to run her mouth with questions. Not like egg can answer though- her mind is too fuzzy, they can hardly speak, they can hardly think. Viola only stops her cavalcade of questions at the sound of a small broken voice.

“…h..h-help… c-an you h-help me…?”

The bubbly young witch could only stare in awe… and then in empathy and care. This cookie didn’t look well, not at all. She looked barely full baked, there were cracks and small tears all over, her eyes looked so dull as well. Without much fanfare or warning Viola quickly but carefully scooped up the now bewildered cookie. The reason she high tailed it out of the kitchen we learn is because she’s not really supposed to be in there- a rebel it seems.

After stealthy making her way back to her private living quarters Viola officially introduces herself as the witch of Exuberance, unfortunately egg is in no condition to respond. Not like that upsets the witch much- for she immediately starts to study lil egg. A few days pass with egg slipping in and out of consciousness, only being able to be awake for a few minutes at a time. Still the little cookie was so kind despite her condition, she helped Viola any way she could. Which only inspired the young witch, it lit a fire within her.

And so the witch came up with a plan to help stabilize the cookie, it consisted of two main steps! The first step that would need to happen is Viola is gonna need to rebake this cookie after putting her into new dough, this would help make her body sturdy and have a good hardy constitution. The second step would surely get Viola in trouble- but she didn’t care, this cookie needed help. And so Viola stole a phoenix egg from the great pantry, this would not only mesh wonderfully with her core ingredient but it would also stabilize the energy within.

And she made her move, the day before the witches banquet- where these new cookies would be presented Viola snuck into the pantry. She got to work quickly, she only had until the banquet that night. With whispered magic filled words she put the egg cookie to sleep, she made the new dough with great care. Each measurement was precise, each ingredient was carefully handpicked, and then came the final step- The phoenix egg.

As the hours ticked by the deadline got ever closer- but she did it. The baking pan was carefully taken out of the oven and put on the countertop… and the cookie opened her vibrant eyes for the first time. It was quickly discovered by Viola that the little cookie didn’t really remember who she was before- to her it was but a foggy hazy dream… Viola decided to not tell her, at least not right now- they had a banquet to prepare for.

“…hmm, I can’t just keep calling you egg cookie- you're so much more than that… how bout Arcane egg? Do you like that?”

She did- Arcane egg liked that name a lot. She nodded enthusiastically as Viola helped her get dressed in simple but nice black and white robes. Viola seemed so…. Amazed by her, it was so warm. But Arcane didn’t have the time to ponder that warm feeling because Viola quickly scooped her up, they had a banquet to attend after all. Viola seemed so excited to present Arcane.

They were a few hours late- but they made it. Arcane hid in Viola's hood as she gave warm greetings to her colleagues, they all seemed so nice Arcane thought. When the topic of the new cookies came up though- Viola took her chance. She quickly but carefully took Arcane out of her hood and presented her. Just as instructed and it also felt right, Arcane did a small polite curtsy as she gave a smile…..

“….. oh…. That’s great Viola, what might this be..” that tone… that tone didn’t feel good… Arcane stood to attention quietly within Viola's hands, d-did… was something the matter..?

Viola seemed to have the same question as she asked a little confused what was wrong, she made their idea work- she made a cookie able to produce a tremendous amount of magical energy…

Another witch chimed in, “oh it just… their so… small, they don’t seem all that impressive.” ….w-what…?

Another voice, “yes dear, and their not even the right color for an egg cookie. No? An egg cookie should surely have a vibrant hue- not this crispy brown. Hmm…” d-did she look wrong…

“And while I must commend you for getting their hair correct- their eyes. Their eyes seem a little too vibrant, yeah? Not a nice hue of yellow- they seem a little too orange-“ t-their eyes were wrong… but Viola liked their eyes-!

“Honestly Viola you shouldn’t have tried- it seems like a waste of resources, even if you did succeed-!” The witch who said that was given a light smack to the head by another witch….. w-waste of resources… no.. no.

“I mean cmon- this cookie just looks like a waste of dough-!” Before that sentence was finished a small group of witches moved over to them, Arcane couldn’t describe the look in Viola's eyes… w-what did they do wrong… surely nothing…

The witches quieted at the approaching group, she heard a rain whisper of “it’s them..” do they mean the witches who made the other cookies tonight…? Oh no- will they dislike her to?! No she can't have that, she stands a little straighter as she calms herself. She’s not gonna let Viola or herself down-!

This group of witches don’t seem displeased with her-! Honestly she can’t tell what they're feeling but she’ll fucking take it! It takes a moment for Arcane to notice but Viola seems to be getting into a tense conversation with the group of witches from before… their mentioning something about a phoenix egg…? Within but only a moment she’s handed of to a different witch by Viola as she continues her…heated conversation.

This new witch she quickly learned was called Salem, she apparently assisted in the creation of these new cookies. Apparently they're gonna be called ancients, or hero’s because they're meant to lead other cookies? Salem quickly assured Arcane she’s a part of this group to- the witches she were with approved of it…that’s comforting… she thinks… at least Salem was openly kind- apparently she would be taking care of them… Arcane just hopes she can make a good Impression to the other cookies…

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We now take a moment to pull back from this scene to take a wider perspective, so I can explain what happens next quickly and concisely. Arcane egg then gets to meet the other cookies, who are the beasts- no surprise there. She quickly gets attached, they don’t think her weird or unnerving - they actually like her alongside Salem and Viola!

…but she doesn’t get to see Viola as much anymore and she doesn’t understand why… neither does Salem it seems. Whenever she asks a witch where Viola Is they say she’s busy- that her creating me proved she was capable of taking on new responsibilities.

….the last time she ever saw Viola is when she gifted Arcane her soul jam. Viola made a promise to Arcane with that soul jam, her new light of defiance. After Arcane had lived her life, gone on adventures, learned about the world outside. She wanted to hear about it, hear what stories she had to tell… Arcane promised with enthusiasm and vigor. Of course she’d do that- and she hopes to hear tales from Viola as well… when she said that Viola smiled… that was the last she ever saw Viola….

…her curiosity and well- her defiance got the better of her, she wanted to know why she couldn’t see Viola… she learned something else… she learned of her original life… of her original state, how she was meant to be discarded… s-she wasn’t supposed to exist… a-and that Viola… broke the rules to help her..? S-she wasn’t supposed to be baking yet- she apparently stole a rare ingredient to use… for her… I-is that why….

Is that why she can’t see Viola anymore….? Did she get her in trouble..! She also learns her soul jam used what was left of that phoenix egg to make her soul jam…. That she got into major trouble for it- that she was… kicked out of the coven apparently… that’s what Salem told her at least…

This is Arcanes deepest secret- and her eyes one of her biggest shames. And she’s told not a single soul.

ARCANEEEE *sob*

Azure you're really great at writing and I really liked reading this! Also poor arcane with having to go through all that. Also salem seems very cool too!

also to my followers i'm sorry for not postig prompts jahjsksksf. I've been more focused on my non-cookie ocs and some roleplay servers.

#not a prompt #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #cr kingdom #cookie run au #cookie run oc #other's ocs #other's writing

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emeraldhazeidentity · 10 months

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"*A well-loved stuffed cat. It’s been through a lot, but it’s found its way to a new home.

Frisk ran their fingers over the soft fabric collar around its neck before they stilled completely.

'Frisky’

There. In a silly font they didn’t recognize, tiny little stitches spelled out their name."

As soon as I read this scene in Ch 14 of Heart on the Table by @floofanflurr, I had to draw Frisk's new toy!

Also, I can't believe how brilliant it is that you've found a font called Frisky!!! I did my best to replicate it on the collar, but copying computer fonts by hand is not easy 😅

Anyway, go read this fic if you haven't already: it is too good to miss!

#Heart on the Table fic #Undertale fanfic #emerald's art #Other's writing #floofanflurr #Fanart

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naffeclipse · 2 years

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So uh, here's the drabbles for BountyHunter!Eclipse, meant to go along with the events of "No Small Favour". I hope its okay and that you like it!

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(CONTEXT! After the Vigilante drops by the Detectives’ apartment, finding Moon laid out with Sun tending to him but still needing that Celestial wire. Eclipse lingering in the hallway watches after the Vigilante slips out before following after since he thinks he knows where they’re headed. Eclipse knows that they’ll need a driver after they get what they’re looking for. You tell him to wait in the car and keep it warm for you. So far you’ve broken in, stolen the wire and are making your getaway but you’ve been spotted.)

A dark arm shoots out past the metal door frame and catches you around the waist, snatching you from the open space of the hallway and pulling you into cover as the first of the bullets cut through the air you recently occupied. The long arm crushes your back against a broad metal chest and you wince at the force behind the large hand that keeps you steady. It’s not the first time Eclipse has caught you unawares, but it is the first time you’ve seen him upclose with that deadly glare in his eyes. His pupils are thin yellow halos in a sea of black as he glares over your head in the direction of your pursuers, promising pain and retribution along with the rising delight of an outlet for the violence he longs to release. His fingertips unconsciously dig in painfully against your skin like a predator flexing its claws, and you shoot a glare up towards his grinning face.

His grip slackens and you slip out of the vice of his arm. Before you can breathe a sigh of relief he takes a step around you towards the hallway, ignoring you and your stolen prize and you can see in the slash of his grin that he’s ready to give in to his deadly desires. Oh hell no. You slap a hand against Eclipse’s chest and place yourself resolutely between him and the door, knowing that if he truly wished it he could breeze past you despite your protest but he freezes under your touch.

“Don’t,” You hiss sharply.

Blackened eyes with piercing yellow pupils dart down to where your palm connects to his chassis. You hope he can’t feel the slight tremble under the surface of your fingertips, but you can feel his tension ringing in the air around you. You know that look in his eyes. You know it as well as if you were looking in a mirror, and you know what kind of destruction it can bring with it.

Forcing a calmness to your voice you whisper, “Your brothers need you to stay out of the filth I run in.” His eyes narrow, and you can’t tell if it’s in disapproval of the reminder of your illegal acts, or the fact that you’re trying to stop him from giving in to the temptation of his rage and join you in them.

So you change tactics, letting a teasing smile curl your lips as you purr sweetly up to him, “Besides, I know you’ve been dying to take me out sometime. I hope when you do it’s to some place a little nicer than this.”

Your hand on his chest lifts until only your fingers remain touching him, and you slowly walk your fingertips up towards the collar of his shirt. His gaze is fixed on you, the black of his eyes flickering to yellow and back but you know have his full attention. Good. You straighten the firm fabric of his collar so it sits flush against his shoulders as you hum, “A little music, maybe an open dance floor…if your brothers don’t steal me away first, maybe you’ll even get the first dance.”

His fingers flex and clench at his sides, and for a moment you hope you didn’t push your luck too far when slowly you feel the metal and silicone under your fingertips ease back, and that pressing tension closing in around you both relaxes just a bit. His synthetic breath growls out of his voice box as he shifts his weight to his back foot. When he looks down at you again his eyes are back to that warm yellow, dark pupils focused on you with heightened interest.

“Is that a promise, sweetheart?”

“Depends on you, angel eyes.”

You know there’s a large part of him that wants to walk through that door and tear everyone taking pot shots at you apart, but your suggestion ignites a hunger in his eyes that he can’t ignore.

Footsteps approach from the hallway of the building, shattering the moment and bringing the danger of your situation screeching back to the front of your mind. Before you can spin on your heel to raise your gun at your pursuers, Eclipse’s arm shoots out lightning fast and slams the metal door shut with a deafening rattle. His fingers crunch into the metal of the frame, buckling the layers of metal together and effectively locking it shut. It wouldn’t hold for long, but it would buy you both enough time to get out of there.

Thank goodness. You tuck your gun away back towards your waist and draw out the Celestial wire you nabbed before you were spotted. You hold in a wince at the flash of pain as you brush against the tender slash of skin around your waist from where Eclipse caught you earlier, but hopefully it won’t bruise too badly. Cradling the wire carefully against you, you ignore the dart of his gaze down to your waist and the flex of his hand at his side as he follows your lead.

“We shouldn’t keep Detective Sun waiting up for us,” you hide the ache with a smile and step away from him, moving smoothly back towards the street. “Don’t think he’d approve of you being out all night with a criminal and no chaperone.”

“On the contrary,” Eclipse huffs an amused breath as he shakes out his arm, “Seeing as I’m the one driving you home, that makes me the chaperone.” With several long strides he easily reaches the car first and turns to you with a smug grin as he opens the passenger door.

“What a gentleman,” you snort as you slip inside, the pleasantries of your usual game falling short for the urgency of time as the pounding on the metal door behind you grows louder. Eclipse ducks into the driver’s seat, his sun rays flattened behind his faceplate as he flicks his key into the ignition and pulls the vehicle out of its hiding space, and not a moment too soon. As you both race down the road back towards the city, you hear the door burst open and raised voices echoing into the empty night. You know their operation will be gone in the morning, shop packed up and transferred to some other hidey hole in the city but you know you’ll be able to find them if you need them again. Hopefully you wouldn’t, but you knew you’d run right back into the fire if your Detectives needed you to.

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(CONTEXT! After the duo return to the apartment, the Celestial wire is delivered into Detective Sun’s deft hands. The Vigilante slips just a bit while checking on Moon and winces at the bruise around their waist, but it’s not just the Vigilante’s tell that catches Sun’s attention but the dark expression on Eclipse’s face as he watches from the doorway. The wire is installed, and the Vigilante slips out of the apartment with a soft word and another well played turn of their game with both Sun and Moon before they’re gone. Eclipse turns to see them out when Sun grabs him by the arm, his blue pupils gone to white.)

“Do NOT hurt them.”

Again. Eclipse can hear the unspoken word hanging heavily in the air as Sun fixes him with a sharp, white eyed glare along with his warning. He usually admired how perceptive the Detective was in putting together the clues of his cases but now Eclipse felt like the white shine of his eyes could see the long since cooled imprint your warm hand had left on his chassis. Or worse, the much more incriminating heat print that would stain along his arm, palm and fingertips from where he nearly crushed you to him in his protective grip. Eclipse doesn’t make excuses, he doesn’t shy away from Sun’s glare, but he does look past the sunny animatronic to his brother still laid out on the table who is slowly coming to.

“I’ll take care of it,” Eclipse grumbles, voice low as he glances away from the table in the room back down the hallway where you had disappeared out of the apartment. “...Moonie doesn’t need more things to worry about when he wakes up.”

It’s a silent request for a little time, and though Sun’s frown deepens at the thought of keeping this from Moon, Eclipse and the Vigilante did just run into the lion’s den to get them that part. Crossing his arms, a small huff of static grumbles from Sun’s voice box as he glances back to where Moon is starting to stir on the table. When he looks back to Eclipse, the blue of his pupils have returned but his gaze remains firm.

“You’ll tell him tonight after things have settled down.”

With that, Sun turns on his heel to attend to Moon and Eclipse heads down the hallway to the open window you left in your wake. Leaning a hip against the window frame, his yellow gaze watches the sky over the city rooftops start to lighten with the oncoming dawn. You were already long gone, always so light on your feet even when you were running on empty. Even when you were hurting and standing strong so as not to show it.

His hand twitches, flexing at the memory of your body held against him and a little more shamefully, how good it had felt to finally have you in his grasp. Almost too good, and hot on the heels of that memory is the press of your palm against his chest and the sharp edge hiding under the honey of your words that cut through the haze of his bloodlust. He frowns, eyes narrowing at how thin that line is between the two. On one side, embracing the anger and impulsive flash of passion was intoxicating, as satisfying as any thirst he’s ever known. But on the other? He could see it clearly now, how the loss of control was fracturing the foundations he painstakingly laid not just for himself but with his brothers. His family. He fought so hard to keep them out of the darkest pits of the city so why was he slipping and indulging his aggression?

Looking down at his fingers, still itching to do violence to something, he takes a measured moment, a simulated breath in and closes his hand into a controlled fist.

Eclipse had to fight for so long to be both the shield and the blade, and the grasping hand reaching out for what he was owed. So many have tried to take advantage of them, of Sun and Moon and he wouldn’t allow it. And then there’s you, breaking into their lives like a summer rain to pacify the burning heat. You dance just out of reach, teasingly close before slipping out from under his fingers. He wants to catch you, hold you tightly in his grasp so he won’t lose you to the many shadows that thrive in the city’s dark corners but after living like a crushing threat for so long he doesn’t know how to reach for you without squeezing too tight. Like a songbird landing on his fingertips, you’re so fragile, so soft and warm and there’s a bitter storm in his chest as that cold satisfaction lingering in his grip turns bitter and brittle.

He doesn’t know how to hold you without hurting you. When the good things in this life had threatened to slip away from his family he’s always had to squeeze to make them stay. But he can’t, not with you. Not if he wants to keep you, and that thought unsettles him more than anything.

It’s easy to rage and strike out at the dregs in the city who make a living off of the suffering of others; criminals, cut throats and scum alike. He’s made a living off of the fight, satisfying his drive for righting the past wrongs he faced under the cover of justice. But how is he supposed to fight the dark desires in his own heart?

It’ll take time. It’ll take patience and effort on his part to learn, but for his family? For you? It’d be worth it.

Besides, Eclipse muses with a smirk as the sun finally breaks over the surrounding rooftops and shines into the darkened room. You promised him a chance at that first dance, and a little incentive could be just what he needs to get started.

PLUM ALSJDFALF THIS IS SO GOOD??? MY GOODNESS I JUST ASLJDFALFA I CAN'T TAKE IT AHH!!!

Okay, okay, also, I love how you describe Eclipse coming to a decision at the very end (that's a vibe that I very much imagine with him in his bounty hunter version... a sort of redemption if you will) and it's so fitting and realistic from where he began to where he is now. It just makes sense!

Also protective Sun, my heart ♥ ♥ ♥

The intensity and quickness of Y/N calming Eclipse's bloodlust and inevitable still owing him a favor, ahhh! I love it!

This is so good, Plum, I'mma keep gobbling this up ♥ ♥ ♥

#pure-plum #gosh now i need to write my bounty hunter!eclipse drabble ahhh!!#it'll be focused on the events of trouble hehe #other's writing

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basilbellona · 1 year

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I was encouraged to post this. This is a "Red Sky At Dawn" (by @ashyronfire /@grollow ) specific meme. I'm calling myself out as an Atlas fanclub member

Sorry Grimm, we love you and your main character POV, but Atlas has that moxie

(Atlas and Nightshade belong to arsonistmoth !)

Edit: I TAGGED THE WRONG PERSON BEFORE, MY BAD

#come brethren #let us fawn over this big and sometimes pathetic father-wife together #dropout launch your meme too #ashyronfire #hk fic #hk fanfic #other's writing #other's ocs #hollow knight #hollow knight grimm #hk grimm #grimm hk #grimm hollow knight #my art #pencil #arsonistmoth

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diofasolia · 3 months

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“Please! Don’t kill him!” Killer scoffed “Why would we do that? There’s no surprise or fun in that. Nah, we’re just trying to help nighty here. Can’t help that things got a little rough, heh.” As they spoke S!Dreams soul took on multiple forms. A golden Apple, a corrupted Apple,a mix between the two, and even the soul trying to split from itself.

S!Dream struggled trying to break free from Error’s web. He was in distress he felt vulnerable and weak. “Heh... what are you going to do? Torture me? Just get on with it... I can’t do anything..” Error smiled as he began to manipulate his strings. “You asked for it buddy. I would say this will hurt a little.. but I would be lying.” Error smirked. “And we all know I’m no liar.”

The Fallen Guardian by @jann-the-bean

Happy Birthday to you Jann!! May you have a wonderful day and have some digital birthday cake 🎂🎂🎂

Original Cross by @jakei95

Original Shattered Dream @shattereddreamsau

Original Killer by @rahafwabas

Original Nightmare by @jokublog

Original Error by @loverofpiggies

#my art #solia's drawing #other's writing #Jann's writing #The Fallen Guardian #cross #shattered dream #killer #uncorrupted nightmare #error #happy birthday Jann!#I dedicate drawing comic for the first time to you #the result it's a bit wonky and rusty #hope you find enjoyment in it though XD

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rulimaquina · 1 year

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El Reñidero - Sergio De Cecco. (Translation by me)

#the oresteia #house of atreus #greek tragedy #elektra #el reñidero #sergio de cecco #writing #poetry #other's writing #my post #argentina

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worldstogetlostin · 2 years

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Guys I'm too tired to write but tell me what you've been working on I wanna hear about projects and progress and good things pls thnx xox

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #other's writing #other's ocs #writers of tumblr #writing community #writer things

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anawrites3 · 1 year

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All Slade got to do, before his body slammed against nearest wall, air knocked out of his lungs, was turn his head just enough to see red and blue blur. It took just a second, maybe less, and then he was looking right into glowing red eyes of Superman.

"The fuck" he grunted trying to remember when was the last time he pissed the alien off.

"Don't act like you don't know, Deathstroke" Superman hissed pushing just a little harder. "I've warned first time you laid hands on Nightwing - hurt him and you're a deadman."

Slade felt his irritation raising.

"Care to tell me how exactly have I hurt Dick recently?"

"You have some nerve" alien snarled but Slade held his gaze "acting like that when bruises on his face have yet to fade!"

Ah. That explains a lot.

"I know it wasn't a patrol" Superman continued "but his refusal to admit what really happend says enough!"

Apprently it doesn't explain enough to Big Blue.

"Of course it didn't happen on patrol" Maybe I could've protected him better if it happend on patrol, Slade thought, maybe I'd know what to do now. "And it certainly didn't happen when he was with me. If you really want to know the truth, though, maybe you should ask the Bat."

THISSS OMG YES

I love it how Dick has so many people that love him and will do pretty much anything for him hdjdjshdksd THIS IS SO GOOD, THANK YOU ANON

Oh oh and think about this: Clark doesnt believe Slade because: 1) it's Deathstoke, his word doesnt mean much to Clark, and 2) Bruce would ever hurt Dick, right? So he grits his teeth and swings his arm back to put Slade through the wall when suddenly Dick enters the room.

He tries to push Superman away from his boyfriend and Clark lets him but he still doesnt take his eyes off of Slade. Dick is annoyed at him and Clark can't believe it because how can Dick protects someone who just abuse him?? So they start arguing. Clark gets angry and he starts yelling and Dick flinches away from /him/ and curls towards /Deathstoke fucking Terminator/, as if seeking the comfort from the mercenary.

Clark stops mid-sentence. Maybe, he thinks looking at the way Slade wraps his arms protectively around Dick and how Dick relax from the hold, maybe Slade wasn't lying after all.

He bows his head, as close to an apology he will ever say to a man like Slade, and leaves to have a talk with Bruce.

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON I LOVE THIS A LOT!!! 💘💘 Im gonna be thinking about it now ahhhh

#sladick #dickstroke #deathwing #sladedick #slade x dick #uncle clark #i looooove this #so much #its so good #my reply #thank you again for this anon!!#great idea and great writing 💕💕#sorry for adding to your story #couldn't stop myself haha #other's writing

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