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drifting-pieces-blog-blog · 6 months

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Breaking down the comics: Finding Peace

Moon Knight, Issue 29: Colloquy (A short).

Writen by: Steven Grant and Kevin Kowlan.

Moon Knight has a conversation with his various identities and perhaps finds a little peace.

(I'm just going to show you the whole thing and type it all up so you don't have to squint).

"Midnight, for once, no crisis threatens the city or world, no danger demands Moon Knight's attention. Tonight, Steen Grant remains at Grant mansion, alone with his thoughts not entirely his own...

Finally..."

We open on Grant Mansion. It is quiet. It is still.

We see Steven alone in a room, sitting by the fireplace and looking thoughtful.

"Peace. Marlene is off on business for two weeks. Frenchie is on vacation. I sent the servants away for the evening. Finally, I am alone... And though I hesitate to say it, at peace."

He looks to an empty chair in the dark where Moon Knight's cape and cowl are draped over it.

"It seems strange, after the past few months, to think of peace and Moon Knight in the same thought."

"I never knew if it was a curse, this Moon Knight. A curse?"

Steven picks up the cape and cowl and looks at it.

"Funny how perceptions change. Now you tell me you're destiny."

He sits back down and holds up the cowlas if it might speak to him.

"But what destiny is that old Knight? Old Khonshu?"

"DEATH!" Marc grabs away the cowl from Steven.

"You...Marc Spector...The man I was."

"That's the only destiny I know." Marc in his old fatigues with gun on his hip.

"Yes, you died or tried to. In the tomb...Before you became Moon Knight--And me."

Steven faces Marc. An odd way to phrase that. 'tried to'. As if Marc wanted to die. Wanted to be rid of himself. Did he crawl into that tomb specifically to die?

"NO!" Marc clutches at the cape and cowl and wraps it around himself while screaming. "NOOO!"

"I made you! I made Moon Knight! Without me, you are nothing!"

An interesting shot. Steven's fancy drink (bourbon?) in the foreground, only Steven's hand setting the glass down. Class and elegance. Marc in the back with the cape and cowl screaming and faded like a ghost.

"No. Without us, YOU are nothing!" Steven corrects Marc.

Marc starts to fade, unsure what to do or say as Steven drinks now in the background.

And faced with this uncertainty, Marc does what Marc does.

He pulls his gun and points it at Steven.

"LIAR!"

"What's all you can do--Isn't it, Spector? Strike out with death like a wounded animal." Jake has entered the picture.

"Lockley!" Marc is surprised. He's always surprised to see Jake.

"Another of our identities!" Steven is less surprised but perhaps surprised to see him here in THIS conversation.

Jake stands there with two children.

Jake is the man of the people. He stands for the people. He makes friends and he cares about those around him.

"Recognize these kids, Spector? You saw a lot of youngsters like these when you were fighting your dirty wars."

Jake plays dirty sometimes. Or perhaps, he's the one that feels all the losses of those that got in the way of Marc's bullets.

Marc doesn't know how to respond. He's angry and feeling the past.

He pulls his gun and shoots at Jake and the children. The children fall down dead before them while the bullets have no effect on Jake.

"That's your answer to everything, isn't it?" Steven watches from his chair behind Marc.

Marc drops the gun and falls to his knees before the dead children.

"There's enough blood on my hands. Finish me off. Please!" Marc pleads with Steven.

Steven picks up the discarded gun.

But Steven does not shoot Marc.

"No. Only you kill. You'll have to do it."

He holds the gun out to Marc.

Self destructive Marc in pain and angry. Steven knows he can't. Knows he won't.

He pulls the cape and cowl off Marc and Marc stays crouched down, head in hands and so small now before Steven.

"Please! I want to get out of this hell!" Marc pleads.

"Not hell. Purgatory. A place of temporary suffering...A place where you pay for your sins. Where we both pay for your sins--as Moon Knight." **

A door opens behind them. "Oh! I'm sorry Mr. Grant. I was coming in and saw the fire through the window and I thought I'd..." Samuels the butler interrupts.

"Quite all right, Samuels. I'm just about done here anyway." Steven is alone in an empty room.

"Think I'll turn in. Could you put this away for me? And don't bother with the other things until tomorrow, okay?"

He hands Samuels the cape and cowl carefully.

"As you wish, Sir."

Samuels pauses. "If I may say so, you seem in excellent spirits these days, sir."

"These days I'm...Happier. I've still got a long way to go, mind you...But It may not be that long a way after all. At least, I know what I'm doing."

-END

BOY OH BOY. That a short! Not written by Moench, but still editor approved. What we see here is Steven, Jake, and Marc attempting to have a conversation. Steven is settling in and trying to find peace in the system. Marc has been going through the TROUBLES lately and a lot of trauma has been surfacing for him and even for Moon Knight recently. They’ve had to go back and face their death as well as several missions where Marc had a past.

This is the first real time that we see all three of them actually talk. Though, Jake’s piece is very brief. Jake has a strong dislike of Marc and since Jake is the one that brings about the children that Marc killed, perhaps it’s understandable. Jake holds the weight of the death.

Since Jake is the spiritual protector of the system, it isn’t hard to see why. Life is sacred. The loss of a life is the single worst deed.

They antagonize Marc to draw him out and he responds with violence and pain. Despite this, he begs Steven to end it. He wants to disappear. He thinks that if he gives in to the other two then perhaps he won’t have to feel or do anything anymore.

But they won’t do it. They know he can’t just disappear. No matter how much they despise him or he hates himself. He’s there. He has to face what he did and they also have to deal with what happened.

They have to do it ‘as Moon Knight’. Perhaps seen as a sentence by Steven. Do good as Moon Knight and perhaps the deeds of the past will be made up for.

But in Moench’s Moon Knight, Moon Knight himself is his own person. They’re in a very complicated position. They’re trying to settle down a high trauma system and perhaps they’re doing it the only way that they know how since they don’t know how their system works or have help. Perhaps this is the only way Steven knows how to settle things for now.

We’ve been starting to hear more and more from Steven in the past few issues and he’s getting more confident and to be more of a caretaker for their system.

**Ah yes…This… The talk of Purgatory and hell. Again, Moon Knight is a Jewish system. Boy howdy. This is the problem with trying to write these ideas in a heavily Christian viewership. The idea of Marc being trapped in a cycle of his sins, Purgatory, and having to make up for his wrong deeds is difficult to get across without the proper research. While they would understand the reference and implications, Marc, Steven, and Jake would not jump to thinking in these terms. There is no Hell in Jewish religion. You have one life and this is the life you lead to be a good man.

I’m going to default to someone far more knowledgeable in how to better interpret and phrase this scene. @fdelopera

But overall, this short is a wonderful little shot of the system settling down and a Gate Keeper and caretaker coming into their power to help when Marc has so clearly been struggling. It’s time to take care of the body and time to take care of their soul. Jake is going to step it up a bit and lean into his friends while Steven is going to care for them all around.

#Moon Knight #Moon Knight Comics #Analyzing the comics #Marc Spector #Steven Grant #Jake Lockley #moon knight system #Steven takes care of them #Sometimes he's not great at it but he's doing what he can with what he's got

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forfoxessake · 1 year

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February (2023)

A good month over all, I spent half of it travelling abroad and still managed to come across good things with the time that I had.

I saw 5 movies this month, finished reading 2 books (I’m currently reading 7 and I’m listening to a radioplay). I just noticed that I have yet to go to the cinema this year, but I want to fix that as soon as possible.

Ghost World (2001) - I somehow missed out on this film while growing up, I do get why it wasnt so easily available, there’s some difficult subjects in there, but I think my teenage self would have found something important here. And I miss Thora Birch

Tuesday (2015) - “Aftersun” Charlotte Wells is just as brilliant in a ten-minute short and I don't know why I'm surprised.

Apollo: Missions to the Moon (2019) - I like all things space and I love documentaries, and even the whole moon race thing, but this was not a great one.

Where the Crawdads Sing (2022) - I like Daisy Edgar-Jones a lot and she deserved better than this film that just slowly goes nowhere.

Unpregnant (2020) - Two girls who used to be close friends reconnect on a road trip where the goal is an abortion. It's not your usual coming-of-age story but it's an important one that needs to be represented just as much as anything else. Haley and Barbie do a great job of having enough chemistry to carry us on this emotional but also fun-crazy-political ride.

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Dial A for Aunties by Jesse Q. Sutanto - I have a feeling that some books from the romance contemporary genre are writen as if people are expecting it to become a rom-com movie. Some of the plot is clearly meant to be watched, not read, and it makes it boring, which was really sad in this since the first 100 pages are really interesting and different from the usual.

Twelfth Night - William Shakespeare - I have been following an youtuber Shakespeare challenge and now that we are almost over I don’t think I want to keep it up, it’s been fun, specially when so many plot points are easily reconizable from inumerals references in every media ever since, but it’s also been a while since I was hooked by one of his plays, peharps the best is behind us now.

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I finished What We do In The Shadows - season 04, it was absolutely perfect, not a single episode out of place, it left me wanting more and I love that they always manage to keep the plot in focus and move the story fowards.

I’m still halfway through Andor, I’m moving slow, it’s an universe I love and I like that it’s more serious and complex than anything else in Star Wars but I’m having a hard time focusing on it.

Doom Patrol is another one I’m moving slowly, still 6 more episodes until the end of the 1st season, and I’m truly enjoying it, the characters, the crazy plots and this universe that is so funny sometimes that I can’t believe this is not bigger.

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Albums

Turnstile - Glow On has been a favorite this month, they didn’t win a Grammy but they were my favorite out of all the nominees this year.

Songs

Tragician - Frank Iero and The Cellabration - the album version and this acoustic perfomance on the link that I wish was an official recording too.

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lilibethdrawsreylo · 1 year

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Heart of Silver | Hackearney | Chapter 1

He unlocks the door and stumbles backwards. She steps inside. Laura is as pale as the moon. She’s shivering worse than he is—but then again, the dress Travis buried her in two months ago is hardly even a layer against the late October chill.

Ryan shoots Chris Hackett a moment too late, and Travis ends up accidentally killing Laura with the mirror shard. He buries her in the woods, but she digs herself out.

#temporary character death; #eventual happy ending

Thought my interest in this new problematique ship has faded because I'm not posting about it as much? Think again. We're going fanfictioning.

This is the longest fic I've ever writen, it's done, come check it out.

#hackearney #travis x laura #travisxlaura #travislaura #travis hackett #laura kearney #my writing #heart of silver

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tinyperson00 · 3 months

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Akira & Katsu vs. Akaza

writen in a separate post with a drawing along with it, this is just the story alone

Akira had encountered Akaza while they were out on patrol one day, and she took no hesitation in charging right into battle. Katsu followed after her and they both began to fight him. Akaza, who doesn't usually attack woman, was quickly stunned and ended up fighting back against Akira and Katsu. Midway through this fight, Katsu ended up switching into demon. Her sword became too much to hold for a tiny little demon like she was, so she was left unguarded as Akaza charged towards her. Akira, who had pretty good reflexes, charged in to defend her little sister. Katsu quickly climbed into her sleeve and Akira ran past and used obscuring clouds to get him off their track.

Akira ended up going so fast that her sleeves ripped as she swung her sword down on Akaza's neck. Katsu flew out into the air as she watched Akira hesitate since Katsu had just vanished in her eyes. In that slight bit of hesitation, Akaza was about to use Annihilation type on Akira. Akira froze as she thought that her life was about to come to an end, Katsu was filled with fear and anger towards what was happening, and she quickly transformed into her final form. Using her vines which were the same material as her Nichirin blade somehow, she managed to cut off Akaza's arm just in time.

Akaza managed to aboid Akira's blade to his neck, but now he had Katsu to worry about as well. Katsu was an extremely powerful demon, and she has the power range of upper moon 4. They fought long and hard, but at this point the sun was beginning to rise. Unlike nezuko, Katsu is not immune to the sun. She is unable to keep her demon form in the sun, so soon she would revert back to normal. When this happens though, she is very fatigued and usually unable to move for about 10 minutes. Akira yelled out to Katsu to go find shelter since she knows this will happen. As Akira turned her head to tell this to Katsu, Akaza took the opportunity and started to run off to the forest. Akira began to run after him, but she was also badly hurt and beginning to slow down.

Akaza managed to escape, and the two lived. Although they hadnt killed upper moon 3, they had unlocked Katsu's blood demon art and her final form, so they were now that much stronger together. Akira went back and retrieved Katsu who was now back to normal passed out on the ground somewhere. Akira's crow, Kaso, went to get some Kakushi and they went home.

#demon slayer oc #cute #demon slayer #bored #Fanfic

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spookyboywhump · 1 year

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Royal Guard AU (Part 3!!)

This has been sitting in my google docs for so. long. and it was only after you said it was the full moon that I somehow got the motivation to finish it. This is one of the longst pieces I think I've ever writen.

(also tw for someone briefly having a panic attack and like. A slight only implied mention of rape.

Also so much dehumanization.)

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The first time Zander saw the whelp after their first meeting was four days later. One of the doors to his room was barged open, and Zanders eyes followed the struggling form, flanked by two masked huntsmen.

It was far too early for even someone as experienced as the head huntsman to have tamed a dog, this was most likely a reward for good behavior.

After so long in a dank dungeon, there were a lot of things one was willing to concede for a single night in a warm bed. Zander would know.

His guess was proven to be correct. The whelp was muzzled, his wrists bound in front of him, forcing him to hunch his shoulders, and Zander felt an empathetic pang in his own.

One of the guards produced a chain leash, holding the clip in the air tauntingly. Zander looked away. It felt intrusive to witness such a violating act. His eyes instead followed the other, who locked the door to Cain's room pointedly, as though they didn't know the leash was strong enough even if the boy did transform.

The door locking also meant that Zander had no access to Cain's room, but maybe it would be better if this was the night assassins happened to make a move.

Though whoever came after in line for the throne might not find a pair of werewolves worth keeping alive.

The second time the whelp was rewarded was ten days later.

He was gaunter than the first time, his hair greasy and tangled, and still muzzled. After all that time, his jaw probably ached like a bitch. Zander was almost disappointed to see some of that spark had left his eyes, and Zander didn’t want to think about how long it had taken before others had begun commenting on how his own were ‘glazed over’, and ‘how can you be sure a beast with such an empty stare can even understand you?’

At least this time, the poor thing wasn’t leashed to the bed, though the doors were still locked. The whelp didn’t move to sit down, though his little legs were trembling slightly, he simply stood near it, watching the guards double check the locks before leaving.

Then that gaze, for a brief moment, fell on Zander, who once again, looked away. He would not be beholden to the spectacle of this one’s misery if he so clearly didn’t want it.

He heard tentative footsteps cross the room, and heard the splashing of water from where the basin sat on a small table. There was no mirror above it, though that made sense, given how the shards could easily be used as a weapon.

The splashing stopped, and Zander figured he might as well try to go to sleep, but he shot up when he heard… wailing?

The whelp was hunched over by the basin, body wracking with unsteady, shallow breaths. His face was buried in his hands, like he was trying to rip it off, and oh fuck.

Zander tossed aside his blanket, and rushed to the kid (cause that’s what he really was, a kid so fuckin’ far out of his depth). His hands hovered over the trembling body, not entirely sure what to do.

“Kid?” he said, voice gruff, he didn’t really do much talking, as it were, “Kid, you ok?”(of course he isn’t! Look at him!)”Can you hear me, kid?”

Another shuddering breath rocked the skinny body beside him, and Zander couldn’t help that his hand moved to steady it.

A face, red with swollen eyes, jerked up, wet with something other than the water of the basin, that leaked from his eyes and snuck into the gap between his face and the muzzle.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I don’t-” Zander drew his hand away, “deep breaths kid.”

Zander exaggeratedly drew breath in, expanding his chest, before letting it out, and after a few times, the kid followed his lead, still shaking, but obviously still there with him, as opposed to wherever his mind had been taking him.

And Zander realized the kid was inching closer to him, clearly not as intimidated as he had once been, and Zander did not at all think about how long it had been since someone hadn’t either been afraid of him or looked down on him. And certainly didn’t think about how he had longed for a friendly face, a mote of kindness, or most of all, touch that didn’t hurt, in those first few months.

He tentatively put an arm on the kid’s back, and when it wasn’t shaken off, he gently led him to the center of the room, where his blanket had been thrown so unceremoniously to the floor.

As they knelt down on it, the kid grabbed his shirt for balance, and didn’t seem keen on letting go. He still hiccupped with sobs, and it seemed like just how deep the shit he was in was, was finally dawning on him.

Zander rubbed soothing circles on his back (that was something you did, right?) as he began to speak.

“Hey, kid, c’mon, look at me, you still with me?”

The kid nodded.

“I’d ask your name, but, well… I’m Zander.”

The kid looked up at him, and paused before unhooking one of his hands from the deathgrip he had on Zander’s shirt, like he was some kind of lifeline, the only thing tethering him to reality.

He felt a tickle on his thigh and was about to back away, suddenly wondering if Cain had happened upon the strangest werewolf yet, (or maybe one who thought it was expected of him, and that’s just too sad to consider), when he realized the finger was tracing letters on his thigh.

Apparently, Cain had gotten himself a werewolf who could read. Well, two, and Thank the heavens Zander could.

E-L-I-A-S

“Elias?” Zander tried, and judging by the giggles, he had apparently pronounced it wrong.

The kid - Elias - sighed, clearly exhausted from his breakdown, and Zander couldn’t blame him, though he very much would have liked for them to return to their respective beds, which weren’t comfortable, but were a hell of a lot better than the stone floor, he was pretty sure Elias didn’t want to be alone right now, and a small part of Zander could bear to leave him by himself either.

It looked like they were in for a night on the floor.

And no way in hell was he spending that in human form, not with the way Elias was already hogging the blanket.

Transforming was easy, the first hundred times, when the body thought it unnatural, it was slower and painful, as structures tried to refuse the process of stretching or shrinking, but eventually the body understood, it was like ripping the bandage off, and it was instead a quick flash of pain, one that while more intense, was easier to deal with.

In fact, it almost hurt him more that Elias’s eyes bulged, and he scrambled away from Zander’s now much larger, much hairier body. Right.

Zader whined, trying not to look terrifying when he slumped to lie down, because his current vocal chords weren’t exactly designed for making words, much less saying “hey don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. Also, if you’re afraid of werewolves, I’ve got some absolutely devastating news for you, buddy.”

At least, Elias seemed to get over his initial shock pretty quickly, getting to his feet and slowly creeping back to where he had been, still watching Zander intently, like he might lash out at any moment. Zander almost rolled his eyes, as if he were some sort of animal.

Elias tentatively held a hand out, touching Zander’s fur. It certainly wasn’t the softest, werewolves weren’t designed for being cuddly, but it also wasn’t scraggly either, and…

Zander couldn’t help that his tail wagged, dogs were right, being pet is wonderful.

That earned him another giggle from Elias, who quickly curled up in the crook formed by Zander’s body, still carding his hands through his fur, and Zander fell asleep peacefully for the first time in a long time.

The first time Zander considered how devastating it was, to have something he could now lose, was yet another ten days later. His lord was in a meeting with several members of the royal court, all involved in the training of his guards, and Zander was to stand behind him. If these people wanted to assassinate Cain, they probably would have done so a long time ago, but Zander went where Cain went, and that was that.

And you never knew who would get pissed off.

Today, it seemed like his lord was taking that role, demanding to the two huntsmen, “Why is it taking so long? I haven’t gotten any good reports about the new dog’s training, it’s been nearly a month!”

“My Lord,” one of the huntsmen said, leaning back in his chair, at least the other palace staff at the table had the decency to sit up straight, be at least a little intimidated by this bastard, “training takes a long time, we are close to a breakthrough, I am sure of it.”

“You must remember, my lord,” said the other, “we must not waste this opportunity, this is the first werewolf found within our borders in a long time.”

Cain grumbled, he clearly saw the merit to her words, though was obviously not satisfied, “Surely even Zander must have been farther in his training by now.”

The first hunstman spoke again, and Zander reflected on how much he hated the silkiness of their voices, “Your current dog was not trained by now either, and even after those months we had it, it took several more for it to… settle in.”

The words sent a shiver down Zander’s spine, but somehow he managed to stay ramrod straight, hands clasped behind his back, looking at a far point on the other side of the hall.

Cain pushed, “if I don’t see any progress soon, he will have to be destroyed, we cannot have a dangerous, untamed creature running about. They cannot all be Zander.”

Destroyed. Like he was some kind of volatile weapon and not a living, sentient creature.

However, one of the others at the table, the enchanter, Zander thought, seemed to perk up.

“My Lord,” he began, nervously, though excitement made his hands flurry around like butterflies, “I have an idea for taming the beast, though you have to give me more time.”

Cain hesitated for a moment, before relenting, “Fine, unless there’s any signs of significant progress, you have until the full moon.”

The third time Elias came to Zander’s room was four days later. He was no longer muzzled. He still struggled against the guards’ harsh grip nonetheless.

They dropped him by the bed, and were quick to leave, locking the door behind them as Elias rubbed his now bruising wrists.

It was the first time Zander actually got a good look at his face. It was covered in freckles, and probably quick to smile at some point, though he was somehow, terrifyingly, even more haggard than before, but when he saw Zander, grimly, his lips curled up the slightest bit, and Zander realized he had dimples.

They settled next to each other with all the familiarity of two people who had known eachother for years.

It wasn’t long before Elias seemed to come to a realization, his eyes darting around as if a plan was unfolding before him, “The other door. They didn’t lock it.”

Zander’s heart dropped, they didn’t, did they?

Bastards.

Elias quickly got up from where they had been sitting, eyes locked on the door as if it would disappear when he looked away.

“Elias-” Zander began.

“Where does that door lead to?” Elias’s voice trembled.

“Lord Cain’s room, but-”

“We could escape.”

“No.”

Elias froze, paused, “You can’t really be loyal to that bastard.”

“That doesn’t matter. You won’t be able to get out.” Zander said.

“Why not? Would you stop me?” Ellias asked thickly.

“No. But this isn’t the first time they’ve done this.” Zander warned.

Elias didn’t say anything, and Zander could tell he wasn’t convinced.

“When I was new here, they did the same thing. The door was unlocked, I tried to run. There are huntsmen waiting on the other side for you, waiting for you to run.” Zander said, and the memory burned him.

Elias was silent as he turned back to face Zander, and he realized the kid was crying, again, but his eyes were not looking at something far away Zander could not see. They bore a hole straight into his head.

“I don’t care. I have to get out of here. My friends-”

And it was so cruel, wasn’t it? To have freedom dangled in front of your face, so tauntingly, and knowing that as soon as you leapt for it, it would be pulled away.

“I have to try.” Elias said.

“They - the lord - said if you aren’t deemed trainable you will be… destroyed. Killed.” said Zander.

“Even more reason for me to leave.” Then why hadn’t Elias gone yet?

“I’m not going to stop you,” Zander said, “but I will ask you not to. Please.”

Zander couldn’t lose him.

Elias seemed to steel his own nerves, taking a deep breath before unlocking his gaze from Zander’s to stare at the door once again.

He crept forward, pushing the door open and tentatively going through it.

Clattering. Shouting. Elias screaming as two huntsmen grabbed him by the arms and dragged him backwards into the room. The kid was cursing at them, struggling for his life. When the huntsmen paused to unlock the other door into the hall, his eyes locked with Zander’s once more, and his next heartbeat seemed to take an eternity.

I’m sorry.

Zander wasn’t sure who was saying it to whom.

Then the door slammed behind the huntsmen, and Zander got up to close the door to his Lord’s room once again.

The first time Zander went to go see Elias, it had been thirty days since their very first meeting. Though the dungeon windows were too narrow to see the moon through from the halls, Zander knew it was a full moon, he felt it in his very bones.

He could also feel the shiver running down his spine as they entered the huntsmens’ quarters.

They stared as he passed them, masks hammered into the shapes of hounds with blank eyes. They were like ethereal beings, graceful in battle in a way he was sure mortals could not be, but underneath those masks were human faces all the same.

When they arrived at the backmost room, his room, Zander was greeted with an overwhelming scene. A line of huntsmen had backed a growling, brownish-red furred form into a corner, holding him there with silver spears. Others watched from the sidelines, including a very nervous looking enchanter, holding several things in his arms. Above it all, on a raised platform, was the head huntsman, and even with his mask on, Zander knew his eyes danced with mirth, watching Elias snarl in the corner like it was a play put on for his amusement.

“Lord Cain.” the head huntsman greeted.

“Nicholas.” Cain said.

“I’m glad you’ve given us this chance. When I heard our dear enchanter’s plan, I must say it intrigued me.” Nicholas’s voice was smooth, rumbling.

The enchanter seemed to take this as a cue to step forward, “My Lord, I am grateful as well, I must say I-”

“Lets get on with it, shall we?” Cain said.

“Right.” The enchanter began, “first we will need to put this cuff on your beast, and have it subdue Wren so that-”

“Wren?” Cain asked.

“Apologies my Lord,” Nicholas spoke up, “it’s what we have taken to calling it, for the color of its fur, and its size.”

“Understandable.” Cain said, and seemed to test the word in his mouth, “Wren. It suits him.”

The enchanter continued, “Your beast must subdue the other so that we may fit it with its own cuff and a collar, after that, training should be quite easy.”

“Alright,” Cain said, then nodded to Zander, “do as he says.”

Zander held still as the enchanter knelt down to put a leather cuff around his ankle, runes glowed along its seam when the lock clicked shut.

“One of its enchantments is that it will adjust to fit both forms.” The enchanter said, “all we have to do for its other purpose to work is to lock it on the other one.”

“What exactly is that other purpose?” Cain asked, and Zander wondered why Cain would just let some person put an enchanted ankle cuff on him without asking what it did first.

“These cuffs are bound to each other. One cannot go a certain length from the other, and your beast is wearing the one which serves as an anchor. Wherever it goes dictates where the other can go, but not the other way around. At present, that distance is but several feet, but it can be changed as desired.” The enchanter seemed proud of himself, evidently it was a tough effect to produce.

“And the collar?”

“It allows you to control which form you’d like the beast to be in. With both of these, your new dog will be able to learn how to behave from the older one.”

Cain looked at Elias thoughtfully, and after so many years, Zander had learned to tell he was pleased.

Then eyes turned to Zander.

“Go on.” Cain said, simply.

Zander turned to the werewolf in the corner, catching his gaze quickly, and he tried to mouth an apology, hoping Elias would accept it, before he gave in to that itch in his bones, and let go.

Even as a wolf, he was larger than Elias, if he stood at his full height now, the tips of his ears would brush the ceiling. He tried to ignore Elias’s wide, pleading eyes as the line of huntsmen parted for him, and he pounced.

As soon as he landed, Elias was pinned to the ground on his back, but a snarl rose from the kid’s throat, and he kicked Zander’s belly with powerful back claws, forcing Zander to stumble backwards. Elias retreated, his movements more cat-like than wolf, and clearly staying on two feet, even though four would give him more agility and protection.

So he had some kind of experience fighting as a human, though a mage would likely be able to rely on spells in combat.

Zander dashed forwards, avoiding wide-swinging claws and snapping at one of Elias’s back legs, causing him to stumble. As he passed, he grabbed Elias’s tail with his teeth, pulling him down again, this time on his stomach.

He pinned the other werewolf, one hand on each of his arms and one hind-foot on each of his legs. The pinned wolf struggled beneath him, but couldn’t free himself.

“Don’t just stand there!” Nicholas cried, and two huntsmen surged forwards, the one holding the collar was quick to snap it on, barely avoiding Elias’s fangs before the collar forced him to revert back into a human.

A human who was glaring at Zander with a mix of tumultuous panic and the burning betrayal of a thousand suns.

Zander shifted back as well, “Elias I-”

“Zander. Zander don’t let them-” there was a click, and a glow from behind him as the cuff was locked.

Zander watched the fires in his eyes forge that panic into something sharper, “I’m sorry I’m so sorry I-”

“Get off him, dog.” One of the huntsmen warned, and Zander obliged.

When Elias stood, that sharpness in his eyes cooled into something steely. Something that would not look at him.

And he wondered just how much of a monster he had become.

#submission #other people's writing #rape mention #sorry i needed to add the readmore-#BUT AAAAAAAAHHHHHH #I LOVE IT SO MUCH #WEREWOLVES. GOOD.#dont mind me im just. feral #thank you for the meal-

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ayamari-no-goshi · 1 year

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Hi! I found your fic "to join the whispers", and I just wanted you to know that your writing is fantastic. You might have writen it for self indulgence but you went out of your way to still keep actual flow and pacing to the story, introducing the bats to the town before anything gets too amped up, then introducing the idea that Jason *might* have the chance to become a halfa but doesnt want to be, and the constent wondering from that point on "will he become one? Oh this is so exciting!" Only to give it to us in the worst way (/pos) possible during the climax. And then not even make it obvious right away, still holding back to focus less on just writing what everyone wants to see and keeping the flow of it being from Jasons pov and full of action. And his bonding with Danny just (chefs kiss). I would kill for any sort of sequel, maybe taking place in Gotham or maybe Jason having to return to Amity for whatever reason, but I also understand thats a lot to ask for fanfic is hard lol. But Im enjoying the supplement chapters for sure. I wanna punch Bruce in the face for thinking he needs to carry ecto weaponry around his son while Jasons just trying to get him to fucking see whats right in front of his face.

Your comment made me smile - I've kind of needed that right now. Stress has been something I keep trying to beat back with a sword, and it's not working.

Anyways, I'm glad you enjoyed the fic. The running joke on the BatPham server is I got possessed by the spirit of Jason while writing it because it certainly took on a life of its own. I hit the 8,000 word mark on that and went, "oh, this isn't going to be a one shot. Crap." And maybe the reason why chapters 9-12 hit the way they do is that I couldn't make up my mind if I wanted Jason to become a halfa. The decision wasn't made until I wrote the end of chapter 10. That's how back and forth I was on it.

As for a sequel, I would like to make one eventually. Unfortunately, my mind doesn't usually get plot bunnies - the stars and/or the moon just need to be in the right alignment for some reason. It's way "And think of him as Living" (aka the DLC) has been written so slowly.

#thanks for the ask #To Join the Whispers #The fic that somehow took on a life of its own #dc x dp #dcxdp

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feyre-darling92 · 2 years

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Sweet Nemesis Part 3

The next day passed quickly as you had a day off to prepare for your mission. You mostly spend the day reading a book, not unusual for you, and watching a TV series.

When the moon replaced the sun you decided to pack your things.

You took your black suitcase you had for travels like this and opened your closet. But what the hell should you take with you? You just took a couple of sweatshirts since it was winter and the weather was cold, your pijamas and three shirts.

You chose your three favourite and put them in your suitcase. You closed it and put it on your couch.

The next morning was anything but pleasant.

You woke up at 6.40, wich meant that you had only 20 minutes to get to the headquarters.

You quickly put on your green sweater and your jeans and took your suitcase and your umbrella. It was raining. Again.

When you locked the door of your apartment you received a message from Eve that you should go directly at the airport.

You drove at the airport as fast as you could and when you arrived there wasn’t any parking space. You took your suitcase from your car and your umbrella only to find out that it was broken.

It was like the universe was against you.

You looked at your watch, 7.15. Damn it!

When you finally found Bond and Tanner you were wet and freezing.

“What happened? I thought you died. Although you’re close too” Bond said with a grinn.

God, you wanted to punch him.

“Shut up, Bond” you said and followed Tanner.

“Are you ready to leave?” he asked you and you nodded. “Unfortunately, due to some changes I will have to inform you about the mission during your flight. Y/N we will communicate through your screen, so wait for our call” With that he left you.

You entered the plane and unfortunately your sits were arranged in such way that you were forced to face each other.

When you sat you let a breath of relief and took your phone.

Fuck, how had you forgotten? In the screen of your phone there were 16 missed calls from your sister.

“Fuck” you muttered. “What happened” James raised an eyebrow. You didn’t respond but called your sister back.

“Hey, Y/S/N” You said innocently.

“Y/N, Are you ok? Why you didn’t respond? Are you hurt? Don’t ever do that to me again!”

“I’m on the plane and I can’t talk but I’m fine. I’ll call you back” you ended the call with a sigh.

“My sister” you said when you saw James’ questioning look.

“I thought you lived alone”

“I do live-Hey, how did you know that?”

“Maybe I read your file” he replied with a smirk.

“You know that I live alone but you didn’t know that I have a sister?”

He shrugged and looked at the sky through the window.

“Why did you read my file?”

“I just wanted to know who I am working with”

You wish you could wipe that smile off his face.

“Asshole” you muttered and he chuckled. He loved driving you mad.

You tried to ignore him and took your favourite book to read.

“What about your parents?” he asked after about an hour. Why was he still thinking about it?

“Wasn’t that writen on my file?”

“There was some information but I wanted to clariffied it by myself. And I read your file because I wanted to see who the 00 agent who lives alone, is clearly a bookworm, reads smutty romance novels and has a very nice collection of sweatshirts trully is”

“Oh, darling” you faked a smile “I’m flattered”

“That was not my intention but I’m not bothered anyway. What do you know about me?”

“Well, you’re the famous 007. I know everything about you. Oh, and I bothered to take a better look at your file”

“Then enlighten me”

“You’re James Bond, your family is deceased, you live alone and you’re obviously left handed, as I am, you’re antisocial and you obviously have a god complex”

“Wow, I’m impressed. I didn’t know you were good at observation”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, darling”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

#james bond x reader #james bond x y/n #james bond x you #james bond #james bond fanfiction #feyre-darling92 #feyre darling92 #my story #my fic #my writing #fanfic

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movie-adicts · 5 months

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Hot December premieres

Today I decided to try something new that we have never done on this blog. I'm going to show you some of the December's film that are in my opinion worth waiting for. (They are not in any particular order)

#1 Candy cane lane

We are starting with a Christmas film that might be a big hit or big failure depending whetrher film is focus more on CGi or the story. I think that it has a lot of potential but everything will depend on how much special effects they are going to use in it. The plot seems interesting. It focuses on what will happen when we are not careful what we wish for.

#2 Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny

Now we are hoping for a series of film that might be considered classic. We are following Dr. Jones on his journey to uncover artefacts that could change past or future but in his way there are people that are trying to change the past and return Nazi rule over Europe.

#3 Percy Jackson and the Olympians lightning thief

It's a new look at a series of books written by Rick Riordan. From only the trailer I can tell you that I will for sure watch whole of it because I was fan of Rick Riordan from like 3 grade. So main focus of the plot is that the Greek gods are real and there are heroes living among us, and they train their abilities in special camps.

#4 Rebel Moon - Part One: A Child of Fire

It looks like this film is going to be full of action and adrenaline. In it, we will follow a story of a villager from colony on the edge of the galaxy during times when war came to their doorstep.

#5 Wonka

"Wonka" is a amazing cinematic journey that explores the enigmatic and fantastical world of Willy Wonka, the eccentric chocolatier. Delving into Wonka's mysterious past, the film unveils the origins of his extraordinary confectionery empire. Filled with magical confections, captivating characters, and unexpected twists, "Wonka" promises a delightful adventure that unwraps the sweet secrets behind the legendary chocolatier's rise to confectionery fame.

#6 Aquaman

"Aquaman: Tides of Destiny" immerses audiences in an oceanic spectacle. The film delves into the depths of Aquaman's legacy, chronicling his aquatic adventures and the challenges he faces as the guardian of the seas. With breathtaking underwater visuals, dynamic characters, and a tidal wave of excitement, "Aquaman: Tides of Destiny" promises to be a cinematic voyage that explores the hero's journey to maintain balance between land and sea. Get ready to dive into an epic oceanic saga!

Last two were writen by @jajecob

#movie #tv series #disney plus #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #indiana jones #Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny #Candy cane lane #Rebel Moo #december #movie premiere #rick riordan #aquaman #wonka 2023 #wonka #wonka movie

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zezepages · 1 year

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Dearly, Arkhana.

”Cause i never knew, i never knew, you could hold moonlight in your hands”

🪐

All the shining stars are around you. You should know, my universe has been filled in by you. My universe that runs, for a moment seems to pivot on you.

You were the first word that i ever wanted to write, and they said, the muse that have been writen will never die.

Arkhanya, in my sight, you are more like a rays of light in the dark places. Whenever things get rough and i lose all the pieces of light in my hope, you appear out and hold my hands, save me from desctruction.

When i'm with you, i just wanna know that you are owning the stage, the world, and the universe. They pointed at you, because you hold a moon-light in your hands. The moon who i adore, and i find my moon-lights by look at you and to be around you anytime.

I lost at the second i saw your eyes, i lost in them.

It was a lovely season of a year, and i've spent it all with you. The dazzling moment, i've record it on my mind, back on 2021, it saved in a small box of my heart.

Looks like all the stars are your rival. You are brightest more than them. And you are the main character of my whole story.

#Spotify

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moonlight-mellohi · 3 years

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The writing is done, the project is ready, and the authors are fucking tired!!

Please as with all stories, read the tags and warnings!! This one starts out quite dark!

(Tumblr Masterpost coming out soon, just want to give people time to read it first!)

#the moon has spoken #the moon has writen #link goes to my Ao3 account Moonlight_Mellohi #to the fic in the link title

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mari-lair · 4 years

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Norray halloween week Day 1: Ghosts!

If curious, below are some random info about this Teacher/ghost AU

Ray got a gun and he can use it. The ghost gun isn’t able to touch, much less physically hurt anyone, but it replicate the sound of a real gun, which contributed a lot to how low priced his haunted house rent has become. It nearly gave Norman a heart attack the first time he heard it.

After being dead for a while, Ray learned how to turn visible and invisible at will and play around small objects such as paper, shoes and butcher knives. He can control up to 4 small objects at a time or something relativaly heavy like a chair if he really concentrate. The more he got the hang of controling and moving small objects the lower his house rent become, rarely getting aggressive but still able to physically hurt people. On All Hallows Eve he can posses people’s bodies and get out of the house he haunts, but he always ends up back to his empty ‘home’ when the night is over.

Ray is an incredibly fast learner. Just by observing the people that visits his house, he learned a decent amount of modern english and understand the basics of how tecnology is a thing now -he wished this advanced tecnology was invented when he was alive. It would make the of lack of food and nutrients less of a deadly nightmare in open sea.

As a pirate, Ray used to be the one in charge of doing most of the bloody work and take the night watch, protecting his captain’s back from both outside and inside forces. He was constantly alert, borderline paranoic. But as the years in death passed, he grew more calm, very patient. He usually don’t mind new people in his house, happy to learn more modern english and befriend the guests willing to tolerate him. If a new guest cross a line however, Ray will do his best to scare them away. Hurt them or kill them by manipulating knives if he sees fit.

It’s very rare for adults to see Ray as anything other than a nonsense they have no energy to deal with or a warning sign for their crumbling lives, so he usually hang around kids. The childish company mellows him with time.

Ray is from a time where death was common and getting hurt was inevitable so what people consider pretty serious is something Ray considers mild “Why are you being so dramatic about seeing some bone? Be grateful your hand is still attached to your wrist after you slaped your daughter. If it wasn’t for her wishes you wouldn’t have legs to run away.”

Norman is considered a genius and have countless prizes under his belt. He wanted to go to the moon when he was a kid but because of his weak health, he knew he would not be acepted in the space program. He decided teaching was the next best thing later on, accepted as a teacher in a prestigious school while still young. He enjoys and understand all subjects but love history the most, unable to deny it was hard and frustrating to teach a whole class of teens at times but still liking his job. Having one student that was genuinaly interested in his class was more than enough to make his day.

When Norman first started teaching, he felt more responsable than he had his whole life. It wasn’t a bad feeling per see, but it made him anxious so he called his little sister Cherry once a week to ask her questions about her teachers and make sure he was doing a good job.

Norman may not be the funniest of teacher but he’s still a favorite for his palpable cares for his students. He does not make the subject easier than is requested but he put a lot of effort into making people enjoy their world history, teaching with passion and seriously answering any questions, no matter how silly or joking it sounds. He’s understanding and try his best to help those with dificulty with the subject, always giving people second chances, having lost countless nights of sleep correcting re-writen essays after deadlines and turning his test questions into podcasts for students with adhd, aware the big historical excerpts are fundamental for answering the test but too hard to focus, specially with limited time.

The lambda crew are problem children. Norman went the extra mile to save Barbara and Zazie from failing classes even outside history and left Vincent startruck with his wide knowladge about not only world history but a ton of subjects he could be teaching too if he wasn’t overworking himself. Norman is both happy to inspire the squad to study hard and also very awkward by their blind admiration.

The teacher had a firm “ghost don’t exist” mentality, which is one of the reasons he brought the haunted house in the first place. He had chalked Ray up as an halucination from his sleep deprived brain, having the rotten luck of buying the house right after a bad guest owned. The ghost got more annoyed than usual from things as insignificant as Norman keeping the lights on for too long, putting music Ray doesn’t vibe with, or just acting unfairly cute, to more personal matters such as Norman studying about Ray and his family lives. They used to have a distant and bad relationship but once Ray noticed Norman had only admiration for history, being genuinaly kind when trying to talk instead of mocking his existence, Ray apologised. Norman was still wary at first but they quickly hit off, enjoying to learn what the other had to offer and matching in wits.

When Norman catch a fever or a bad cold Ray gets wary. He know, on some level, that medicine have evolved a lot, but he remenbers way too clearly how serious even the weakest of diseases could get if not imediatly treated. He always stick by Norman’s side when the teacher sneezes, not taking his eyes off him. Usually Norman keep working when he catch a cold, so Ray learned to float Norman’s grading papers out of his reach when coughing joined his sneezes. Floating a paper is enough to get Norman to take a break most of the time, but if the get stubborn Ray will stop playing nice. Just lower his voice to comander mode and order “Rest. Now. Or I’ll make your life a living hell.” and Norman does what he’s told, it’s very unconfortable to have a gun in the face and he does feel very tired.

When Norman is seriously sick, not just coughing but stuck to his bed. Ray freak out and fear for his life. When it reached this level, most of his crewmates died or had to be thrown in the sea to not infect other. Yes Ray know it’s not as bad anymore, but even when he observed guests, they rarely got sick, and when it got bad they where taken to a doctor. Norman lives alone so he got no one to feed him and bring him blankets or take him to the doctor if he lies for hours in bed. Ray was all the help he would get and he is fucking dead, he can’t measure his temperature or take care of him properly. Ray does tries his best though. He concentrated a lot to float heavy blankets and pillows towards Norman. Imediatly fetching any pills asked of him and doing his best to make him tea. It isn’t tasty, but Norman still appreciates his care.

Ray is the first to fall in love, he think “If only I could kiss this fool and hug him, I would do it on the daily. I wish he was alive back then... He would love meeting Emma...” at least once a week but a big part of him is just “Forget scurvy! Norman would die of cold or malnutricion before he reached 10. Thank god the helpless bastard took his sweet time to be born.”

Ray cannot touch any eletronics, he can’t even come close without phones, computers, and tvs turning to statics, so Norman buys an illustrated book about the Red Mane Pirates for Ray to see his crew again. He know is not perfect but is the best he can offer whenever Ray expresses missing his family.

They read together. Norman occasionally teaching a new word to his ghost and Ray correcting any historical inacuracy. It’s fun.

Norman finds an illustration of an alive Ray sleeping in the mast waaay too beautiful. Ray snort at the romantized draw, disolving into laughter by how Norman failed to hide his blush.

It became a habit to read history books together and tease each other. More often then not, it lead to a history class and way to much sass on both ends.

“Wait, so there really was a world war? I heard about it from old guests but I thought they were exagerating when they called world war! And what do you mean 2? There was a second one??”

“How did miss the second one? It was HUGE, quite horribl-”

“You were not even alive when it happened.”

“Tecnically, you weren’t either Ray-”

Ray is a bit scared of how attached he got to Norman, knowing eventually the man would die. He hopes it will take a long time, and that once he had a painless death, he will become a ghost too, but he doesn’t really believe Norman will ever turn into a ghost. Ray knows not everyone that dies became a ghost. Since someone as compassionable as Emma -even if she was forced to have blood and dirty choises on her hand to survive the merciless seas- was not cursed to became a ghost, he was confident someone as kind as Norman would dissapear from Ray’s afterlife once he died too.

More of this AU here

And since you reached the end of this text wall. You can have this bonus Norman being awkward/excited about their growing friendship.

#norray #the promised neverland #tpn norman #tpn ray #norray week #norrayweek #i still can't draw adult BUT THERE WAS AN ATTEMPT #i don't know much about history so guyhiluojikço #NORMAN SLEEPING POSE WAS SO HARD TO DRAW HOLY SHI-#but i love this au #yiouhoji freaking ship week anxiety tho

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peachesandsweetflowers · 3 years

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♧Romanice Spice♧

{Venti x Fem Reader}

{It's not sfw the way I like to write it personally}{All characters writen about are 18+}

{Modern witchy Au, same basic story with archons and all that jazz but in a modern setting!}

The moon was full the night was warm and next to you lay your soulmate, the Anemo archon himself.

You wore a soft silk white dress that barely covered your breasts when you moved in certain ways. Normally you'd never wear a dress like this out but tonight was a special date night with Venti.

The full moon was special for magic and you both loved escapeing to a nice space in the middle of the deep woods. Where spirits and seelie play!

On the walk in you were greeted by many seelie who loved to play with you on your usual hikes in the woods.

"How are you feeling?"

Ventis voice came softly in your ear, pulling you from your thoughts. You both had taken a small amount of edibles before laying down together. Opting to watch the stars as they kicked in. Both of you were usually broke but you'd saved up money from tarot readings and Venti's last gig at a cute Cafe to go to the local dispenser for some edibles.

Of course you both always got carded but once they saw your id's being both 25 everything was fine.

You take a deep breath and look up at the stars, you can feel yourself slowly relaxing from all the stress you'd been feeling recently.

"A little while longer I just wanna cuddle." You say as you nuzzle into your lovers chest.

"Works for me cutie, and remember if you end up changing your mind we don't have to" He pets your head. You smile at how understanding he always was.

You both continue to look up at the full moon, enjoying the warm night and gentle breeze. You gaze up and the jewel studded sky with its dazzling moon as it's crowning glory.

The world could wait when you were here, in the deep woods with your own personal freedom. The truama you've collected over your life from the deaths of your parents one after another, to a Cinderella-esque tragedy of having a step mother who abused you.

All of that vanished into the beautiful moonlit night, carried away by the wind.

You blush gently as you start to feel the mood coming on. You gently kiss your lovers cheek before tenderly placing more along his jaw. He smiles and you feel his arm wrap around you gently.

"Just tell me if you want to stop, I'll be nice and slow baby" He comes gently before taking your chin gently and kissing your lips. His warm soft lips pressing lovingly into yours, taking his time, enjoying how much he loves kissing you.

Like a fine wine. That's what you were. When he kissed you he had to savor it, every last moment. The joy and pleasure of just your lips, just one kiss, made his heart race. And yours too, he noticed.

He gently moved the two of you into a sitting position she he could gingerly hold your shoulders as he kissed you. Your hands always found their way to his chest, clutching onto his shirt shyly as he took his time with you.

"Y/N..." He murmured languidly between kisses. He wanted your permission to go a little further.

With a blush and a nod he wraps his arms around you and this time when he kisses you, it's got a little more heat to it.

You welcome his tongue into your mouth, you love the way he firmly holds you with you make out under the moonlight. It always made you feel so safe, so secure.

"V-Venti..." You mewl shyly in delight as one of those mischievous hands has found its way to your rear and is happily giving it a squeeze.

"Ehehe~" He just gives you a grin that's a mix of playful, lusty and shameless all at the same time.

"Sorry love, I just HAD to admire the work of art in front of me thoroughly!" He muses totally unashamed. He just loved you so much!

You huff but giggle at him and push him back a moment. He looks confused before you start to slowly strip off that already thin silk dress.

Hes absolutely aroused and ready as you sit before him on your side.

"Y...you could appreciate it more... if you wanted." You wanted to sound sassy but the shyness got to you.

He holds himself back from ravaging you. Don't scare her, don't scare her. He repeated in his mind. Keep calm Venti, keep your cool, go slow. But oh my God it was hard when you looked more delicious then even the finest wine.

He slowly crawled over to spoon you, his front to your back. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in with a firm hold.

"Little minx" He kisses your neck a few times before beginning to lick and suck on it tenderly. You didn't care much for pain, so he could only leave gentle marks on your neck. He didn't mind one bit. Those mischievous hands of his began to slowly roam your body, one hand on your beautiful breasts, the other traveling very gingerly between your legs.

You loved the way he pet you like this. The gentleness and consideration for your limits. You knew Venti was a horn dog and he was being VERY good right now keeping his enthusiasm in check. Not that he would ever hurt you or force himself on you, just that he was very energetic.

He gently stroked your heat, making you moan from the stimulation. Once he found your "button" as he called it. That's when things got a little more spicy.

You moan out as his hand teases that sensitive button. He was way too good at playing with you like this. He smirked as he used the wind to create a vibration like effect as he teased you, your nectar always flowed the best like this.

Watching you wiggle and move your hips into his hand made him smirk playfully. Using his free hand he gently pushed your face to the side so he could make out with you again while he teased you.

"Oh my precious love" He whispered between breathes "you are more beautiful then any star" He cooed "I love you so much my little princess"

"Oh Venti" you blush looking shy "I live you too! I love you!" You moan out the words before reaching a climax. Venti holds you as you come down from it.

"My sweet love, my most precious one, when you make so many cute noises like that, well it's just not fair! How could I resist such a radiant creature before me?" He teases looking remarkably aroused as he finally removes his own clothes.

You gently lay on the soft blanket, thankful your brought cushens to put under you as Venti crawled on top of you.

You wrap your arms around his neck as you both start to kiss again. God Venti did so love to move his tongue in your mouth, such a sweet taste. He loved this taste more then even wine!

When yoy came up for air he looked at you again and waited for your permission. Once he got it he very gently began to press himself inside of you.

You sucked in a small breath as he slowly stretched you out. He wasn't small by any means but he wasn't a giant either. His member just seemed to be the right size not to hurt you.

"We fit perfectly together" He smiled at you with only love and warmth in his eyes. "We fit together perfectly like a puzzle. You complete me. You are my moon" He couldn't help throwing some beautiful poetic romance at you. These moments were special to you both and he wanted to make your heart flutter like a butterfly!

Which it was! You civet your face shyly and he giggles.

"If you will be my moon, I will be your sun, I will live yo make you shine, and one day I'll help you fix those broken wings of yours" He swears before kissing you again, this time with a passion that only came from a man so truly unconditionally in love.

You pulled him closer, if that were even possible as began to thrust inside of you. His member hitting your core in just the right way to make you sing for him.

"Venti!" You moan out "Venti please-" you cling to him as he continues his pace. "Please what my love?" He groans in your ear. "What do you want your Venti to do?" He coaxed making you whimper in protest.

"A-ah.. a little f-faster" you manage to say as you blush wildy.

Venti covers those cute blushing cheeks in kisses before absolutely follow your orders. He begins to thrust into you faster and a little harder.

You cling to him now, nails clawing gently down his back as he naturally progresses from laying down to you bouncing on his lap.

"I want more" you mewl a little lewdly as the arousal takes over a little. "Take it all it's all for you darling" Venti was such a whipped man for you. He couldn't help but be more aroused when you got on top and let yourself get lost in the pleasure. A pleasure he would never deny you.

"Milk me dry baby~" He licks your earlobe making you twitch as you feel your big climax incoming.

"V-venti VENTI PLEASE!" Ypu begin to bounce roughly on his member and he takes your hips and firmly thrusts up into you, meeting you at every bounce to make the pleasure more intense.

You cling to him desperately as you cry out, riding him into the white hot pleasure of oblivion.

♧♧♧♧♧♧

When you wake from what you thought was just a blissful dream, you find that you and Venti have slept until the sun was high in the sky.

You shoot up in panic, your sex bed head in full swing as you try to wake your boyfriend.

"Venti wake up!! We fell asleep!!" You whine as the musician finally sits up still half asleep. It takes him a second to understand before panicking a little himself.

"Oh crap I hope no one saw you!"

You blush "me what about you!"

"Well if anyone saw you'd I'd have to charge them to see such a magnificent sig-" you throw a pillow at his face.

"Just help me pack I wanna go take a shower I can't believe we fell asleep in the middle of the woods!" You fret and he stifles a laugh as he adds

"Again!"

"AGAIN!!"

#venti x reader #genshin venti #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #lemon

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mangolover · 3 years

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Creature of The Dark part 3 (Theodorus van Gogh x reader)

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Title: Creature of The Dark (part 3)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire / Ikevamp / Ikevam

Pairing: Theodorus van Gogh x gn! reader, Vincent van Gogh x gn! reader (platonic)

Genre: Angst, comfort

Warnings: nightmares, not eating properly, mentions of losing job, mentions of being homeless, argument, dark thoughts, mentions of a unhealthy relationship (lack of comunication), depression(?), swearing, shouting, breaking glass, breaking porcelain, humilation, betrayal, snow, mentions of time

Spoilers: Theo’s route

Word Count: 2600+ (six pages...)

Description: He broke yet another promise and you cut ties with the whole mansion, trying to live on your own in city. Losing your job and getting kicked out, you didn’t know where else to go but to the art gallery.

Part 2: Going to the gallery was a bad idea and you become aware of that after the same mistakes got repeated and sparked an argument. Now you are sitting on a bench in the park, feeling hopeless until a faimilliar figure comes to your aid.

Part 3: You secretly came back to the mansion with the help of the Vincent, and as much as he helped you, it all came crashing down when you were discovered by Theodorus. Now all that’s left is to finally find the shadow in the darkness.

This has some first person perspective, but it’s mostly 2nd perspective.

Dark thoughts are going to be present throughout whole series, so proceed with caution.

Only nightmares are explored a bit deeper, everything else is pretty much just mentioned, but if anything is triggering to you, please skip this one.

Also, when somthing is writen like this ('example'), it's from the suitor's point of view or their thoughts, not reader's.

I am making this in multiple parts, temptation won this time.

Enjoy!

Pointing to the place on bench next to you, he asks “may I sit here?“ And you just nod while scooping away, wanting to give him as much space as possible. “Thank you, Y/n!”

Vincent was always a reliable friend and a sense of comfort would wash over you whenever you saw his angelic smile. He and Theo were like hell and heaven, polar opposites. However, you were glad to have someone like Vincent to call your friend. ‘Or is he your friend anymore?’

“How have you been?” you looked up at Vincent who was staring I front of him, his hands placed on his lap and you mirrored his actions, straightening your posture and averting your gaze before answering.

“I’ve been good. I found a job and a place to stay. But I think it’s time to go back to my own time” you tried to sound as casual as possible, hoping you hid your emotions well, just like Theo always did.

“And how are you doing now?” but Vincent could see through a mask even as good as Theo’s.

“I…” you considered your next words, “I could be doing better. Some obstacles came along the way, but don’t worry! It’ll be better soon!” you turned towards him and gave him a strained smile, not knowing who you are trying to fool exactly. You were lying to both of you, but that was for the best.

Vincent turned to look at you with a worried expression. He was suspicious because you stayed there last night and now you didn’t even go ‘home’. “How about we go pick something to eat? For old time’s sake.”

You were about to refuse before Vincent gave you a dazzling smile and extended his hand out to you, “I’m not taking no for an answer, Y/n.” That was the end of the story as you took his hand and Vincent took you to get something to eat in a nearby café that was surprisingly still open.

Once you were seated and ordered your food and drink of choice, after Vincent insisted it was his treat, you fell into a somewhat comfortable silence. There was still tension in the air, no doubt, but it was better than when you were with Theo.

“I’m sorry for leaving without a proper explanation to all of you except Comte” you broke the silence with a voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s alright” to your surprise Vincent didn’t sound mad, his voice and face were full of understanding. “We were worried when even Comte couldn’t find you but considering how Theo was acting when you left and today’s situation, I understand.”

You let a smile grace your features, “thank you Vincent.”

“But please, don’t disappear on us again. The mansion is not the same without you” he looked sincerely sad. “Do you have a place to stay the night?” his voice was low and warm.

“O-of course! I told you I found a place to stay” you are sure your stutter sold you out.

Vincent didn’t even need to say anything, he just gave you a stern look and you lowered the gaze, embarrassment painting your face. “I don’t…”

“You can always come back to the mansion; I’m sure Comte would understand.”

“That is not an option. I left and cut contact with everyone” you let out a sigh. “Why do you even want to have anything with me?” Vincent looked at you in surprise. (‘Just how much have you suffered this 4 months Y/n?’)

“Because you are my friend. And we all care about you.” His reasoning was simple, but you couldn’t understand it. ‘Just why?’

“I don’t think going back to the mansion is a good idea” Vincent was ready to hear you out, always a shoulder to lean on. “Arthur will be there and he might be upset with me because Theo is his best friend. And I left Sebastian when he needed me the most. Isaac just started opening up to me and then I left. And Mozart will be annoyed by all the commotion.” You dreaded to tell who you feared to see the most, “and Theo will be there and I doubt it’s a good idea for us to see each other again.”

Vincent went quiet for a moment before speaking again, seemingly trying to work out the best solution. “The door doesn’t open for at least two more weeks. And I can’t let you sleep outside, so how about for at least tonight stay in the mansion?”

You felt uneasiness even if you knew Vincent just wanted the best for you. “I could sneak you in and you can stay in my room so others won’t notice you.”

Even if he knew that explaining why he was sneaking someone into his room last night was going to be tough and that he’s going to have to lie, he was ready to do anything for you.

“Do you promise I am not bothering?” you wanted to make sure he is one hundred precent sure about what he’s offering. Vincent nodded firmly just as your food came to your table and you both dug in, for once in so long you didn’t feel so alone.

Once you were both done eating and Vincent settled the bill, you made your way outside. Snow started falling outside and both you and Vincent enjoyed the view of the first now of a year for a bit. The snowflakes danced around the sky and landed everywhere, one of them landed on the tip of your nose which made Vincent laugh.

To him you looked like an ethereal angel in that moment. He understood why Theo had fallen for you, but to him you will never be more than a friend or a sister that he so desperately wants to protect from this cruel world, no matter the price.

Eventually, you fetched a carriage and started to make your way deep into the woods where Comte’s residence stood tall and hidden from the eyes of common folk. The long ride continued into the night, to which you were grateful as it gave you a bit more of a cover. Now all you needed was to be sneaky and you could go unspotted. Vincent draped his coat over your shoulders to conceal you even more. Wrapping his hand around your wrist, he guided you into the mansion and into his room, checking that the path was always clear of any other residents.

Everything was going smoothly until he opened the door of his room and saw Arthur down the hall, quickly he pushed you into the room and shut the door behind you signaling you to keep quiet and all you two could hear was a whistle and a quiet chuckle as Arthur’s footsteps faded away.

“That was close” Vincent let out a breath he had been holding before smiling at you.

“I’m sorry Vincent,” you were feeling embarrassed and guilty, “knowing Arthur, everyone will know you sneaked someone in the next morning and Theo will not let you off the hook so easily.”

Vincent gazed at you for a bit before bopping the tip of your nose and letting out a giggle. “I told you it was alright, now go get settled for the sofa. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“You can’t be serious Vincent. I was ready to sleep outside on a bench, even the floor is perfectly fine for me.”

In the end, you two agreed that he can sleep on the floor, but he gets the blanket and the pillow from the sofa. He turned out the lights and you stared through the big window in his room. The moon cast its light and illuminated everything. ‘Maybe this was why Vincent became a painter? So he could etch the images like this onto the canvas, marking them for all eternity.’ Sleep won’t be coming to you anytime soon, but you just hoped nightmares won’t chase you once again.

However, your hope was all in vain.

Nightmares of losing Theo to L’Académie. Him yelling at you while you are shaking in the corner, his fangs out making him look like a monster. Each time you opened your eyes from one nightmare, another one came as soon as you closed them again. The last one was everyone you knew, even your own self laughing at you as you were freezing, telling you it’s your fault for burning bridges and trying to act like you’ve got it all together. You woke up with tears in your eyes and you gasped as you woke up, you started hyperventilating and it must’ve woken up Vincent because he was crouching next to you in a flash, one hand holding yours and other on your back, rubbing in soothing motion.

“That’s right, just deep breaths Y/n, it was just a nightmare” he probably had experience when Theo had nightmares when they were kids. “I’m here okay, just relax.” Your breathing got regular in a few minutes before you flung your arms around Vincent and sobbed in his shoulder. He only pulled you closer in his embrace and let you cry it out. You were under a lot of stress and it was normal for you to break at one point. At least he was there to be your rock.

“Do you want me to go get you something?” he asked you in a soft voice once you got a hold of yourself.

“No, thank you, I don’t need anything.” You smiled at his kindness. “Thank you for helping me calm down.”

“Always Y/n, that’s what friends are for” the warmest smile was on his lips.

“Could…” you were embarrassed to ask him, but maybe that would help you finally get some peaceful sleep. “could you sleep with me on the sofa? You don’t need to if you’re uncomfortable, you’ve already done so much-“

“Scoot over” he picked up the blanket and the pillow. Covering you with the blanket, he wrapped his arm around you and leaned into your back. “Sweet dreams, Y/n.”

“Thank you, Vincent, sleep well!”

This time you had a dreamless sleep, but you were grateful Vincent made sure you were comfortable, even if it’s only for one night. Now the pressing question was, what to do in the morning? It will be harder to leave and what if Arthur recognized you? He was extremely smart individual. You let out a sigh as you woke up when the sun has already started climbing the sky. ‘Damn it! I missed my chance to slip unnoticed!’ But what to do now? You hoped Vincent had any idea, but he wasn’t here?

If anyone walks in, you are doomed. Even worse if they see you laying on his sofa. You were Theo’s old lover, not his brother’s. As you stood in the middle of the room panicking, regretting every choice that got you to this point, the door started opening and you froze on the spot. ‘Come on God, kill me now so I don’t have to suffer any longer.’ However, to your surprise it was just Vincent, bringing you breakfast.

“You startled me” you let yourself relax a bit when Vincent closed the door behind him.

“Arthur asked about ‘the mysterious person that went into my room last night’.” Oh no… “I asked him not to tell anyone and that nothing happened.” Knowing Arthur, Theo already knows and is just trying to process everything.

“I-“

“Don’t even think about apologizing. It’s okay” it’s like he read your mind. “I also asked Comte about the door and about you.” He handed you the breakfast and you gladly accepted it.

“He told me that if any of us has seen you, we can bring you back to the mansion if you ever need anything. Our home is always going to be your home too.” You carefully mulled over Comte’s alleged words in your mind. Still, there were 9 more vampires who probably didn’t want anything to do with you. “I haven’t seen Theo, though.”

Once again you felt like you hit a dead end. Only this time, there was a wall behind you and you had nowhere to go. Whatever you choose, it’s not going to end well. But you know you are going to have to confront either the residents or Theo once he barges into Vincent’s room.

Maybe it’s better if you go and thank Comte before leaving, new day’s a new chance after all, right?

“Could we go see Comte?” you were ready for rejection, but to your surprise Vincent beamed with happiness. (‘That’s it Y/n, baby steps.’) “I want to thank him for everything and apologize for coming unannounced.”

“Sure, but first finish your breakfast” he sat down on the sofa, looking relaxed as ever. “You need to regain your strength.”

You wanted to answer, but your mouth was full and you didn’t want to accidentally spit some food onto the angelic painter that got you this far. Vincent laughed as you struggled to swallow and reply.

“You are going to choke if you don’t eat it properly!” Vincent scolded you.

“Sor-“ however you were cut off by door slamming open and Theo and Arthur barging in.

You jumped out of surprise, the plate in your hands fell out of your hands, porcelain shattering into million pieces, just like your heart. The color was drained out of your face as if you saw a ghost. A lump came to your throat and restricted your breathing, your heart threatening to jump out of your chest, a cold sweat coated your body.

Vincent jumped as well, a deeply rooted panic only getting worse when he realized just who has come unannounced. His younger boer and his author friend. The same shock could be seen on Theo’s face, eyes darting between you and Vincent. What is he thinking? ‘Does he think me and Vincent slept together? Or worse, does he feel betrayed? And what about Arthur? Vincent can hold Theo off, but I have no chance against the two of them.’

Even if the old clock kept on tickling, the precious time getting lost like sand in wind, it seemed as if everything stopped. No one moved a muscle anymore. Breathing stopped. Even Arthur was speechless, his emotions finally out in the open, he seemed confused, almost hurt. ‘But that’s just your mind playing tricks on you, right Y/n?’

Theo finally broke the trance and Vincent instinctively took a step back towards you, trying to shield you from their eyes.

“What?” is all Theo muttered, however. It seemed like he wasn’t even mad, just utterly confused, betrayed. “What’s the meaning of this? Boer what is Y/n doing in your room?!” He raised his voice and you flinched. But neither you nor Vincent found the voice to explain just what’s happening. Letting out a sigh and casting his glance down, Theo walked away, his pace fast, his strides long and his nails cutting into his palms. The commotion brought Leonardo and Sebastian to Vincent’s room and you felt like you might pass out. Your worst nightmares came to life and now Vincent needs to pay the price as well.

One casted glance from Vincent over his shoulder was however all you needed to find the strength and courage to run past the stunned vampires and the butler, following into the direction Theo went.

You don’t have a plan; you almost never did. However, all you know is that Theo needs to understand and that silence won’t bring you two anywhere. You followed him out of the mansion and into the woods.

There are shadows in the dark, you finally remember that and you are ready to show that to your lover as well, it’s now or never.

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exhausted-pigeon · 3 years

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Blade singer Molly?

Hello fellow criters, I was working on (another) dnd PG while still realing from ep 140 (I’m still crying happy tears) they are a wizard and and while looking at the subclasses I had a tought:

Molly would be a great blade singer.

(Also sorry for my spelling, english isn’t my first language and I don’t have autocorect)

Like the only problem is his intelligence and if he had the Circlet of Intellect (maybe Beu gift it to him or something) that would be fixed. The blade singer was and elvish tradiion and it would make sense for a follower of the moon weaver to honor her in such a way, maybe to rededicate himself after the trauma of Lucien and finding his bloodhunter abilty unconfortrable he could serch for something different. It also fight whit his fighting style with two weapons and very showy. And for the spell book I have two ideas I think are great, after all it’s writen in the Players Handbook that a book could be functionaly anything;

1. He makes card for the spell and paints each spell on a card;

2. He embroiders them on his new coat, I admit that I stole this one from a fanart I saw months ago and I haven’t saved so I can link it, it was great, but it would make sense, aready the coat was full of somewhat esoteric simbols him sewing stilized instruction for his speels on would be soo in character.

There is also another option:

3. He gets them tatooed on himself. (Jester would LOVE this)

Also he could do more that one options! A wizard can have a copy of a spell book and maybe some spells are only in the card and some are only on his coat or something, it seems like something he would do.

In any case, I don’t think this is something that will realisticly happen in the show, but it would be a fun AU for fanfiction/fanart or maybe if someone wants to play him has in their own games.

PS This would make for great Widomauk, maybe have Caleb help Molly learn new spells and maybe even leting him /copy/ some from his spell book. And Esseks could totaly join! Shadowgast is also a great ship and the best way to reasolve romantic triangles is obliviusly a poly ship! ^_^

#critical role #cr mollymauk #mollymauk tealeaf #dnd #might nein #widomauk

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themysteryofwriting · 4 years

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Masterpost

Sanders Sides OneShots

What Happened Before Accepting Anxiety - what I think happened that caused Virgil to sink out

The Creativity Split -my interpretation of the Split. Warning for slight U!Pat and gaslighting

Analogical Clothes Prompt - some fluffy Analogical with Logan stealing Virgil’s clothes

Moceit No Mom prompt - fluffy Moceit prompt with a bit of demiboy Patton or Patton in a skirt where Patton is oblivious til the end

Royality short Pat prompt - no further explanation needed

Can’t You See It - Analogical One Shot. Virgil wants the others to know about how loving Logan is...and that he’s a giant memelord. Is that so bad? Hints of background Roceit And Remus being himself

Who say you have to leave your past behind you - my first one shot with Rachel. Some stuff has changed about her since this but it has a special place in my heart. Hinted at Past U!Pat and Remus being himself. Dee speaks in lies ofc.

This is the Worst Ending - oh boy. okay this is what I call my angst :tm: If you are senstive to any of the following: don’t read Unsympathetic Patton, multiple major character deaths, blood, Sayori like scene, string imagery, gore, depression, brainwashing, emotional manipulation,murder, strangulation, eating disorder(kinda), stabbing, gaslighting There was a part 2 but......it didn’t last long, i wasn’t proud of it

Puppet!Ray Origins - the first part of my fnaf au! (i literally only have this part and the end so far). Warnings for U!Pat (he’s Afton), along with child death. However some cute Logan and Ray interactions

Puppet!Ray: End of Everything: continuation of FNAF AU. This time the Henry scene at the end of FNAF 6. The fic I got to use the tag ‘is it still fluff if everyone dies’ on. TW: Hinted Unsympathetic Patton because of who he replaces

And They Were Roommates - a hurt/comfort fic writen for the sanders gift exchange last year. LAMP fic, nonbinary Dee, college AU, supportive boyfs all around

Prinxiety Prompt - takes place post DWIT, Virgil and Roman talking/flirting

Moxiety, Mobster Patton - again, nuff said. no death, actually pretty fluffy for the prompt. maybe a little kidnapping?

Movie Night: cute fluffy LAMP

Logan Prevents A Murder: QPP Analogical, Virgil debating murdering Roman

The Bane of Protectiveness: Ray was there when Roman....and she couldn’t stop him TW: Suicide, Self-deprecation, self-hatred

MM3: The Murder: based of a Murder Mystery from a discord server, how Talyn’s death played out TW: death, murder, vomiting, planned murder, drugging a drink, Unsympathetic Logan

How Ray Became Anxiety: Little clip from an au of mine where Ray becomes anxiety, along with keeping protectiveness. TW: character death, Virgil ducks out, Patton and Roman are jerks

Fighting the Dragon Witch isn’t Therapy: after POF, Roman will do anything to prove himself TW: Temporary Major Character Death

Random Fandom One Shots

Peter Meets Angel - short one shot about my oc meeting Peter (Marvel)

Mitsue Goes Off: Mitsue was already having a bad day, so when the LOV kidnaps her, she’s going to give them a piece of her mind (MHA)

We Have Mic - Mic gets kidnapped, Aizawa has something to say bout that (MHA)

Scar to Remember - Overhaul left a mark on Mitsue (MHA)

Demise Of A Gamer (DR) - Chp5 of SDR2 from Chiaki’s Pov

Friends Protect Each Other- Tubbo goes to visit Tommy during his exile...and finds Dream with him TW: manipulative Dream

Original Writing

Saving The Moon - a short story I wrote for a contest a few years back

Never Trust A Newbie- short story written for a writing camp

The Hug Wizard- if you know, you know

Spiritfarer Hug Wizard: o w o

Soulmates Don’t Have to Be Romantic (finished :D )

my platonic soulmates series, starring my oc Ray

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Soulmate GC

Based off my soulmate story, a gc with the members messing w/ each other. Crack fic.

Chp 1

Chp 2

Bad Things Happen Bingo

The Collector - Logan collects people. TW: U!Logan, Kidnapping, Taxidermy on a person, blunt force trauma, character death, implied use of a date rape drug, major character death

Pressure Doesn’t Always Make A Diamond: Reminding a side for their mistakes was never a good idea. Especially when they feel guilty about it like Patton did. TW: Unsympathetic Deceit, Unsympathetic Logan, constant guilt-tripping, self-hatred, self-deprecation, blaming someone for something that isn’t their fault

He’s Not Yours: Patton’s parents....aren’t the best TW: emotional abuse, yelling, numbness

Keeping Them Pure: Patton just wanted to make sure his kiddos wouldn’t get corrupted by those nasty dark sides TW: Unsympathetic Patton, Kidnapping, Forced holding, chains

The Past Can Haunt You: Remus keeps getting left by those he cares about TW: Abandonment, Self deprecation, Childhood Trauma, the split, implied unsympathetic light sides

Snakes Don’t Like the Cold: Dee is part snake...so what happens when he gets trapped in a freezer TW: Unsympathetic Roman, locked in a freezer, hypothermia

All It Takes Is One Mistake: It’s very easy for the Ego to crack TW: Roman angst ,cracks, roman needing to talk to people

A Game of Paranoia: Something seems off to Rantaro as he goes through this game

You Just Need a Push to be Good: Patton couldn’t let those dark sides keep corrupting Thomas TW: Unsympathethic Patton, using shock collars as punishment

‘I’m Fine’ And Other Lies: Introduction of Mitsue, my bnha oc. Mitsue gets hurt in a fight and doesn’t realize how bad it is until it’s too late TW: mention of blood, hospitals

They Never Saw It Coming: a small one shot with my own sides. Warning, the title is a really bad pun. TW: graphic eye injury

The Collector: What Happened Before: a sort of prequel to The Collector, Patton thinking over what happened TW: hypnotism, mind control, U!Logan

Replaceable?: takes place post POF, Logan’s reaction to what Janus did

Those Left Behind: Ray was there when Virgil left them

You’ll See: From my given to Overhaul AU: Why Mitsue works with Overhaul TW: Forced Starvation, Kidnapping, Parents not caring

Why Roman’s Sword Isn’t Allowed In the Common Room: All I’m gonna say is this is not as much as a crack fic as it sounds. TW: stabbing, coughing up blood, fighting

Scar To Remember: Mitsue wasn’t left okay after Overhaul got a hold of her

We Have Mic: Someone kidnaps Mic to get to Aizawa. TW: Kidnapping

Don’t Hurt Ray Or Else: Even while with the lights, Virgil is going to protect his sister TW: Morally Grey/Unsympathetic Patton, Outing Someone, not Accepting someone, Transphobia?, mentions of fighting someone

Even In The Face Of Death, Logan Ignores His Feelings - a day to relax goes wrong when Remus decides to mess with Logan TW: blood, stabbing

Trapped- Virgil gets kidnapped while out in the imagination. It doesn’t go well. TW: kidnapping, panic attack, flashbacks, claustrophobia, implied pranking, implied fighting

Who Knew Sleep Paralysis Could Be Deadly?- Talent Swap AU with Makoto and Kyoko TW: stabby stab, K-nife, sickness, sleep paralysis

Kokichi’s Sacrifice - Kokichi’s POV of Chp 4 TW: major character death, strangulation

A Well Needed Lesson - Byakuya has had enough of the Ultimate Lucky Student, Kyoko responds in return

Oh Look, A Yandere - Mic gets kidnapped by a yandere and has to try to escape TW: Yandere, kidnapping

Bad Things Happen Bingo Part 2: New Card, New Category

To Manipulate A Protector -Orange goes after Virgil? Or is that just a trick? TW: Kidnapping, implied fighting, manipulation, being controlled

Some Apologies Go Nowhere - after chp 4, Kokichi tries to apologize to Shuichi. Key word there is try

No One Noticed...- What if Shiro hadn’t been the only one Replaced? TW: Abandonment, heavy doubt, replaced and not noticed

Of All People Why’d it have to be Deku? - Bakugou and Midoryia switch bodies. Chaos ensues. TW:… cussing I guess?

A Broken Disc- Spoilers for the March 1st Tommyinnit Stream TW: Major Character Death, Attempted Manipulation, Flashbacks

not again...: Nagito gets kidnapped...again TW: kidnapping, locked in small place

Goodbye Green- Who ever said the Creativity twins were supposed to be separated? TW: Morally Grey Patton, having to leave someone you care about

One Step Behind: Phil’s POV of what happened that fateful day TW: Major Character Death, Stabbing, Bleeding Out, Explosions

Adrien’s Realization

Lila Bashing fic where Adrien finally realizes that ‘Hey what Lila is doing to me isn’t good’

Chp 1- TW: Unrequited flirting, unrequited crush, Lila hate(?)

Chp 2- TW:Self doubt, bad advice

Another Path

After All Might tells Izuku he can’t be hero, Izuku decides it might be better to take another path to help people. Planned mix of actual story and chat fic

TW: slight All Might bashing

Prologue

Chp 1

Chp 2

#masterpost #my writing #ace's writing

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