#wip: where the wind cries

[mamawasatesttube]

i accepted im not finishing the timkon vday fic today and instead launched into yet another new wip instead. i present to you: a snippet of kon vs his deeply repressed medical trauma, featuring core four and what is gonna be some gratuitous kon & clark fambly focus...

The voices are still talking, too loud and too fast to understand. Kon tries to breathe harder, his heart racing—the beeping doesn’t help—and looks around frantically. Where’s the exit? He just came through a door, but he doesn’t know where it went—

A gloved hand settles on his arm, and a cold wipe that smells of alcohol scrubs over his skin. Kon tilts his head to see what’s happening.

A needle glints in the doctor’s other hand. They’re prepping his arm for intravenous injection.

“NO!” He jerks away, terror flaring through his stomach. It’s so poignant it almost drowns out the agony. His TTK flares, too, and the doctor and the needle in their hand fly across the room, far away. A flash of light and a person with chestnut hair catches them, so they’re not hurt.

Good. Kon didn’t mean to hurt anyone. He just—he just wants them to stay away.

He’s safe for the moment. Kon sobs for breath—

“Kon!” The person from before, the one lying and saying it’d be okay, appears again. They grab Kon’s hand and squeeze it. “Kon, she was only trying to help! You’re safe, I swear—”

Kon jerks away. “Don’t—don’t lie to me—” he manages. He needs to get up. He needs to get out of here. He needs… he needs…

When he tries to sit up, pure agony lances through his entire body. It radiates out from his gut and spears up through his chest like lightning, so sharp he can’t breathe and stars sparkle across his blurry vision.

What did they do to him?!

He isn’t safe here, he needs to get out of here! It’s only gonna get worse the longer he stays; they’ll get another doctor, another needle—he has to sit up, he needs to move—

Strong hands clamp onto his shoulders and hold him down. Despite all his strength, they hold him down. Kon cries out, a new wave of ice-cold terror spearing through him. “No! No, no let me go!”

“Cassie, you’re scaring him!” the other voice says, tugging at the new person’s wrists, completely ineffectively. “We need to calm him down, not—"

The new person, Cassie, ignores them. “Kon, listen to me.”

Kon shakes his head, terrified. “No no no no no!”

“Kon, you can’t hurt the doctors. They’re trying to help, okay? You’re badly hurt, and they’re trying to help, but you need to let them do their jobs!”

Another person in surgical scrubs approaches. Kon barely hears what they say over all the roaring in his ears, but it doesn’t matter. He knows how Cadmus operates.

“…you restrain him until we can administer anesthesia?” he overhears. It’s enough. He hyperventilates, sobs for breath, shoves ineffectively at the strong arms holding him down. Desperate, he shoves at Cassie with TTK. Thankfully, that has some effect: she yelps as he shoves himself a few inches off the bed, but then sharp, white-hot pain sears through his entire body, and his vision blacks out.

When he comes to, Cassie is over him again, and—and—

Glowing, golden ropes wind tight around his shoulders, his wrists, his thighs, his legs. He’s completely pinned to the bed. One end of the ropes is wrapped around Cassie’s hands.

He can’t move.

He can’t escape.

No. No no no no this can’t happen again, they’re going to hurt him and he needs to get out but he can’t—he can’t—oh, god, this is happening again and he’s just gonna have to take it, and—and it already hurts so much, he can’t take it—

Kon chokes on another sob. “Please,” he begs. “Please please please please—”

Cassie looks anguished. “I’m sorry, Kon,” she says, but she’s not sorry enough to let him go, so it doesn’t matter. “It’s for your own good, I swear.”

He can’t move. He can’t move and it hurts and he can’t move and it hurts and no matter how hard he struggles, he’s pinned, and it hurts it hurts it hurts so so so bad, and oh, god, he’s trapped. He’s trapped, he can’t—he can’t—

Terrified, Kon does the only thing he can think of.

“SUPERMAN!” he screams. “Kal! Kal-El! Please, please—help me, help me, don’t—don’t let them do this to me again, Kal, Kal—”

There’s a pinch in his arm.

The needle.

Kon falls silent.

It’s… it’s really happening again, isn’t it? No matter how much he fights and screams and pleads. They’re gonna cut him open and hurt him and put him back in the tube. They’re gonna make him just another slab of tissue. An experiment and not a person. It’s happening again. And he can’t stop it. He can’t escape.

He can’t escape.

His chest hurts. A single tear rolls down the side of his face into his hair.

The door slams open. Kon’s gaze snaps over.

“What is going on here?”

Superman stands in the doorway, resplendent in all his glory. He’s an even more welcome sight than the sun, and even though Kon can’t move thanks to the golden ropes, he whimpers, fingers twitching as he yearns to reach for him.

He looks furious.

#rimi writes #its like completely unedited so far bc i only edit once im done with a complete draft but hey. my writing process! #also i just have Feelings about kon looking to clark for safety when he feels helpless. thats superman. he saves everyone. #theyre family... clark is kons idol and hero and he admires him so much... and kons just clark's lil guy... #kon #clark #injury cw #medical trauma cw

[peachdues]

A WIP featuring my favorite — Sanemi + angst + heartache

“Take it off, take it off, take it off!” Her screams were unbearable as the Lunar Pillar’s frantic pleas devolved into full, shuddering sobs, her fingers weakly curling against the metal of the collar as she tugged and clawed. A jagged end of her nail caught the marred skin of her throat and drew blood, but she did not seem to notice; not as her trembling legs collapsed beneath her and Y/N curled into herself on the ground, repeated scream-shouts of take it off quieting to pitiful, quiet cries.

Mitsuri had never felt herself more at a loss than she did at that moment; nor, apparently, had Rengoku as they both stared sadly at their comrade.

Rengoku was the first to cautiously approach the Lunar Pillar where she’d dropped, unfastening the cloak cape around his shoulders to drape around Y/N’s battered and bloodied half-nude form.

He crouched down low next to the Pillar, his hand hovering uncertainly over the middle of her back, wavering between wanting to comfort her and not knowing whether she could tolerate being touched.

The Flame Pillar’s internal strife, however, was ended as the Wind Hashira returned, his eyes fixed resolutely upon Y/N, bent over her knees as she heaved dry, broken sobs upon the ground.

Sanemi knelt before the woman he loved, his hand stretching out towards her before faltering mid-air, as though he’d thought the better of it.

“Y/N,” the Wind Pillar said hoarsely. “Y/N.”

Shakily, the Lunar Pillar’s head rose to meet Sanemi’s fathomless stare, her eyes narrowing in some vague recognition of who sat before her, though she said nothing.

“It’s me, Y/N.”

The Lunar Hashira’s eyes remained flat as she brokenly whispered, “Take it off.”

“I will, my Moon. I swear it,” Sanemi’s hands trembled ever so slightly as they extended towards the metal locked around her neck. “Just hold on a little longer.”

—————

“Who are you?”

The horror on Rengoku’s face surely mirrored Mitsuri’s own as the two pillars looked to the Wind Hashira as he blanched.

“It’s me, Y/N,” he whispered, hands hesitating as they twitched towards her until he thought the better of it. His voice quieted ever more. “It’s Sanemi. Your Sanemi.”

I love causing him pain.

#sanemi shinazugawa #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny x reader #kny fanfic #kny sanemi #sanemi x reader

[subskz]

hi ms. rin!! long time no see ☺️

i was always reading your works & all your amazing posts but i realize today it was a long time since i sent an ask >< i hope you’re doing great!

i wanted to ask if you’re still writing the childhood friends to lovers with lee know? ever since butterfly bandage i was craving to read another longfic from you cause you write so beautifully :< & with minho being my bias i think i’ll die if you make a story for him..! not to pressure you of course 💕

-🧸

hello hello omg it really has been a while!! it’s so nice to see you again my dear i hope you’ve been doing well and taking care since we last spoke ♡

you’re too kind thank u so much for your lovely words!! it’s so sweet that u even remember i was writing that lino fic i’m really glad you’re looking forward to it 😭 it’s still very much a wip so i’m not exactly sure when it’ll be out, but i work on it all the time! here’s a few lil sneak peeks just for u hehe

also please note that a lot of this is subject to change since i’m still working on it 😽 these snippets are still a bit barebones

ᓚᘏᗢ — snippet 1

You stared at the crumpled nest; abandoned, with what was left of it quickly being carried away by the wind. Straw by straw. You felt like crying.

Don’t be so sensitive. You told yourself. It's just a stupid bird.

“Wow,” a familiar voice, soft and brusque and not sounding very wowed at all, came from behind you. “That’s amazing, isn’t it?”

You lifted your head, whipping around to find its source. Not that you really needed to, anyway. You knew that voice better than your own, by now.

“Huh?”

“They were just babies, but they already flew away.” Minho crouched down next to you to examine the remains of the fallen nest. His small fingers brushed over it, so delicately that the grass barely shifted under his touch. “Like they know exactly where they’re supposed to go.”

You rested your hands on your knees, unconvinced, refusing to look at him. Your eyes were stinging. You didn’t want him to think you were dramatic. You didn’t want him to make fun of you. He’d put just as much care into looking after them, if not more. He’d stayed with them even longer than you had. How could he be so accepting of it?

“Birds are so cool,” he continued. A gentle breeze ruffled your hair, like it was summoned by his airy lilt. “They can go wherever they want.”

“Why do they have to go?” you muttered.

“Cause the world’s so big, dummy,” he said it like common knowledge, like he’d consulted the birds himself. “And they’re so small. So they gotta start seeing it early before they die.”

You puffed out a half-hearted laugh.

“You’re like a bird,” you decided.

“Mm?”

“You do what you wanna and go where you wanna.”

“I can’t be a bird,” Minho sniffed. “They fly too high. I'm more like a cat, ‘cause no matter where they go, they always know how to find their way home.”

“Like Soonie,” you said.

“Like Soonie,” he agreed. “Remember when he was gone for three days? But then he showed up again like nothing happened?”

“You cried a lot,” you giggled.

Minho huffed, looking away. “I knew he’d come back.” 

It had been one of the only times you’d ever seen him cry in your four years of friendship. He might’ve completely denied crying altogether if the subject were anything other than his beloved cat. His little brother.

“So you’ll always come back, too? Like Soonie?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “I'm gonna be here ‘til I'm at least 100, or else someone will take our spot under the maple tree.”

ᓚᘏᗢ — snippet 2

Minho’s hand reached for yours. It was shaking.

“If you're scared, I can stay with you,” he offered. You could tell he was trying to sound casual, but there was an undeniable tremor there. Not breezy, not carefree; thick and heavy with apprehension. It weighed down your conscience. “It’ll be embarrassing if you’re the only one in class left behind, right?”

You remembered how he’d reacted when you traveled up to the mountains last summer, how he’d turned away from the window when the car drove along the edge of the road, with nothing but a flimsy, rusting metal barrier standing between you and several thousand foot fall. You remembered how much trouble he’d had walking straight when you first arrived at the campsite, strangely quiet, muttering to himself about how high up it was. It was too high, the air was too thin, the world was too far away. 

Those were the issues, of course. The issue certainly wasn’t that he was terrified out of his mind. A cat stuck in a tree, longing to accept help without sacrificing his pride. Unsure whether to hiss at whoever came near, or leap into their arms. He’d grabbed your hand the exact same way, back then. 

“Okay,” you replied.

He perked up, features flashing with a hopefulness that was almost enough to break your facade. 

“Hm?”

It would’ve been so easy in that moment, to tease him. To call him out, gain the upper hand on him for once in six years. But looking at those eyes—round and bright and gleaming under his glasses with an innocence that effectively wiped away every annoying thing he’d ever done from your memory, you just couldn’t bring yourself to. 

“Let’s skip the rollercoaster,” you said plainly. “I’m scared.”

You weren’t, strangely enough. You wondered if Minho knew that. Of the two of you, he was undoubtedly the risk taker. His mind was too capricious to not explore every possibility there was, to not absorb everything the world had to offer until he found himself in it. It was almost exhilarating for you, to be the adventurous one, for a change. To be the one who didn’t hold yourself back.

You wanted to be bold. You wanted to be fearless. You wanted to impress him. 

But more than any of that, you wanted to stay with him. You didn’t want him to sit alone on the amusement park bench, watching his classmates have fun without him as he fumbled with the wrapping of a snack he couldn’t eat, because the anxiety had made his stomach hurt. 

“Seriously,” his grin was weak, but as he laced your fingers together properly, you could feel the quiver in his hand begin to calm. “What would you do without me?”

You simply grunted, allowing him to tug you along to the bench. You didn’t want to think about it. It was playful, not really seeking a response, but that didn’t stop his question from lingering in the back of your mind. Like a part of you knew that, sooner or later, you’d have no choice but to find the answer.

#ask #🧸 anon #💌

[esther-dot]

Beauty and the Beast

Tokens of Life (give me) 9k WIP by @ihaveastorminme

Jon thought of his mother's family often. But he never heard a whisper from them. Not once. Until the day the northern wind howled through the ancestral halls of the dragon Queens, bringing with it snow and wolves’ cries at its tail. Five hundred different deities in that hall, and nobody whispered when she walked in, tall and forbidding, the skirts of her dress swirling about her like mist and snow glittering unmelted in her flame hair. She looked at him... and everything changed.

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The Beast, the Beauty, and the Bastard 3k

It is a reworking of Disney's Beauty and the Beast, but with a bit of a twist. Hope you enjoy!

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Gifset by @dcbicki and Gifset by @yenstarkofrivia

Rapunzel

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flower shaped heart 25k, incomplete @missfaber

Alayne Stone has lived her whole life in her hidden tower, forbidden by Mother to leave. But she yearns for an adventure like the ones in the songs, so when a man named Jon Snow crashes into her tower and into her life, she seizes the chance. They travel to King's Landing where the floating lanterns shine each year on her nameday. The new world is exciting and frightening, but Jon Snow is there to guide her every step. He is not nearly as terrible as Mother said men are, though the rest of the world might be. Danger, betrayals, and lies form the steps of their journey as Alayne uncovers terrible secrets. corresponding moodboard

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Tangled edit by @kitten1618x, Tangled edit by @queen-sans-in-the-north, Tangled edit by @sardoniyx

Tangled gifset by @dcbicki

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Sleeping Beauty Gifset

East of the Sun and West of the Moon

you are my sun, my moon (and all of my stars) 133k

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this is the map of my heart, the landscape after cruelty 22k by @dialux

“I fell,” Sansa says softly. “I flew.” [When a strange, hooded man appears out of nowhere, demanding a woman in return for keeping the Others and dead out of Westeros, Sansa goes with him. It’s the best and worst decision of her life.]

PRE CANON - WESTERN - REGENCY - LITTLE WOMEN - HOLIDAY - SEASON 6

#jonsa #jonsa fic #fairytale au #there will be a part 2 #there are a lot of fairytale fics 😅 #beauty and the beast au #rapunzel au #tangled au #sleeping beauty au #east of the sun and west of the moon au #dot fic list

[some-pers0n]

Hey guys I was gonna reblog to @avianreptiles's cool reblog thread of your current art WIPs (which you totally should do)(sharing art is cool) andddd I wanted to share something myself. But I didn't write it yet. I then got carried away with writing it. Here ya go.

It's a scene from my Albatross fic that I've been trying to figure out how to do for a while. It's framed as a oneshot for now, but yeah it'll be integrated later on. It features a dead wife and sad aromantic Albatross.

Reblogs are always appreciated!! I adore seeing the notes people leave behind. They make me giggle and kick my feet. I love you guys <33

Albatross never got the point of funerals. Others tried telling him that they were worth his time. "It's a celebration of life!" they would say. They'd frame it as a commendable event. That he should be happy that somebody is dead.

He couldn't imagine a place he wouldn't rather be than here, standing before her grave.

Marlin, his wife, had passed away a few days ago. Albatross was the one to find her. He will never forget the utter horror that was seeing her lying on the floor, bleeding out with a single cut on her neck. She was long gone by the time he got there. He tried everything he could, even desperately begging for his magic to somehow bring her back, but to no avail. She was lost.

It had been a blur from then and up until the funeral. A dazed state of vague emptiness. A fog of numbness. He hadn't cried since discovering her body, something he felt guilty for. Manta and Eel, their very own dragonets, had been bawling nonstop. Even Lagoon was weeping earlier. Surprising that she had emotions.

No, he shouldn't say that. Being petty gets him nowhere. She was so distraught over Marlin's death. Even if he found the ceremony obnoxiously long and overdramatic, especially when she got upset at him refusing to speak, he should be grateful he set this whole thing up. 

Marlin deserved a nice send-off. She deserved a lot better than what she got in life, so she deserved just as much in death.

The grave was in the center of one of the Island Palace's gardens. It was where they got married and was always her favourite spot. Echoes of memories flowed through him. The feeling of warmth watching her tend to the bushes and flowers. The sweetness of seeing Manta take up an interest in her mother's craft. She loved this area.

Now she's memorialized with a grave. A marble statue erected where her body was buried, complete with aquamarines for her eyes.

The sky was overcast and grey. The wind wasn't cold, but humid enough to be slightly uncomfortable. It was as though he was standing in a world where the life was drained from it. Any joy or hope that could've been had decayed.

It was late into the evening. Everyone had already gone up and left. Manta and Eel were put to bed an hour ago. The only one awake in this palace was Albatross himself. He didn't feel too happy with the service. Many mourned the loss of Marlin, but more than anything, Albatross wanted to spend it alone.

"I'm sorry," he said. He didn't know why he said it, but it felt better to hear his voice. "I'm sorry for, well, everything." He glanced at the bushes around them. Some were trampled and stomped on, disturbed by the guests. "I wanted a private event. I wanted it to be just me, the dragonets, and you. I didn't want it to be this whole thing. But, you know, Lagoon insisted." He scoffed.

The statue did not respond. He wasn't expecting it to, but the apathetic silence was deafening.

"A lot of things between us shouldn't have been as public as they were. Lagoon." A faint smile cracked across his snout. "You always said I should've been more assertive. Not let her push me around. And you're right. I really, really should have." 

His expression faded away. "You wouldn't have liked it being like this. I'm sorry about that. I should have been firm with her, but she just kept pushing about it and..." He winced. "She brought up her again. Used her as an argument against me, again. Then, she brought you up. She never said it, but I knew what she meant. She thinks I could've saved you. If I had been there, I could've protected you. I could've gotten to you before you died."

He sat down, folding his wings to his side. The words were spilling out of him. "And she's right. I'm a coward. A stupid, childish fool who's afraid of his own shadow. Because of it, I ruined Sapphire's life. Because of it, I let you die." He tapped his talons against the ground. "I don't think I could do anything to make it up to you for what I've done." 

He glanced up at the statue. He was met with the frozen stare of those teal gemstone eyes.

"You did more than I deserved, quite frankly. You gave me two wonderful dragonets. I cannot thank you enough. If there's one thing I could do for you, it's giving them a life that is better than ours. They are the light of my life." He smiled, lost in thought over them. "I'll be a good father."

He heavily sighed, his grin washed away. "It's a shame they came from Lagoon pressuring me. She wants another animus. Obvious why. I'm sorry that you were roped into all of this." He walked closer to the statue.

"Everything about us was dictated by her, really. Even our own marriage she arranged. Maybe, had you been luckier, you wouldn't have ended up with me. You could have had a lovely life with a better partner. A partner who...actually loved you."

His jaw quivered. "I was never clear about that, but I think you knew. You were the most beautiful dragon I've ever seen. You brought me more joy and happiness into my life than I deserved. But, even as I said my vows on that very night when we were wed, I lied." He bit his tongue. "I never felt more disgusted by myself when I told you 'I love you'. I didn't. I never did."

He blinked, feeling tears well up. "There's...something wrong with me." He looked at his talons. "I don't know whether it's this magic or something I was hatched with, but there's something deeply wrong with me. I wanted to love you. I treated you with so much care and respect. I liked you, Marlin. Every moment we spent together was one I cherished...but I never felt that spark."

His voice began to break. "Every day I wished that somehow I could fix myself. That one morning I would wake up and magically the hole in my heart and begin to feel any sort of attraction or love to you. That we could be together forever. End up like a couple in a storybook, where we rush off into the sunset forever, full of only love with one another."

He rested his head on the statue. "And I'm sorry that I'll never be able to give you that. You deserved someone who could love you in a way that meant something. You deserved a better life than what you were given, and I'm so...so sorry..."

He gave way to incoherent weeping, quietly murmuring to the statue the same thing over and over again. He was sorry. He couldn't do anything to fix it. He could only feel pity for himself. For being incapable of making a stand. For being incompetent when it came to social situations. For being a terrible, horrible partner.

Marlin was dead, and Albatross was left with nothing more than the cold, unfeeling statue that stood before her. As though her life was little more than a name on a garden decoration. A footnote in a long, long history of SeaWing royals. She would be forgotten by the sands of time.

So long as he lived, he would ensure she would be remembered. That, somehow, her story will be recounted even thousands of years later. It was the one thing he could promise.

#wof #wings of fire #albatross wof #wof fanfic #SP-writing

[hobeemin]

vice ⚖️ teaser

⚖️ genre: smut, angst, drama, crime, thriller, f2l, soulmates to lovers, forbidden romance

⚖️ pairing: mafia boss!kim seokjin x (f) poc detective!oc

⚖️ summary: after disappearing 15 years prior, kim seokjin has returned running one of the biggest companies in the city. a powerful and charismatic ceo, no one has ever told him no. but he has a secret...how will his blooming romance with a childhood friend, now detective affect his lucrative activities?

⚖️ rating: 18+

⚖️ warning(s): swearing, physical violence, crimes, weapons, injuries, blood, murder, threats

⚖️ word count: 766

⚖️ credits: Many thanks to @raplinesmoon for looking this over and giving me much-needed feedback! 💜💜

a big shoutout to @dee-ehn for making this kick ass banner and divider!

⚖️ a/n: this has been in my wips for a long time now...as i slowly try to finish old fics and the ones I've plotted it out, its time to release something new! enjoy!

“How long do we have Yoongi?”

“Less than half an hour, Hyungnim.”

His lips thinned as he glanced at his watch. “I guess you better hurry this up then.”

“Well, the helicopter is on the way–”

“Fine. We’ll take care of this on the helipad then.”

He walked off before Yoongi could speak; instead, he sighed and followed his boss to the elevator. The man waited until Yoongi hit one of the buttons. Yoongi glanced down at his phone. They had little time, and he'd be punished if they deviated from his schedule.

They reached the top floor in silence. He walked out with Yoongi in tow, only stepping before him to open the door. A flash of light made his eyelids blink, adjusting to the sun. They were on the rooftop of a highrise building. The helicopter off to the side, propellers turning. The wind whipped his tie as he approached three other men, two standing and the one in the middle on his knees with a cloth bag over his head. He gestured to them when he stood before the man on the ground.

They snatched the bag off his head, and the man’s eyes blinked erratically as the light blinded him momentarily. Once he glanced at the man standing before him, his face paled.

“J-Jin…”

“That's Kim Seokjin to you, maggot,” Yoongi snapped, stepping forward to strike him across the face.

Jin shook his head, placing his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. “Now, where are your manners? This isn’t how we take care of business.”

“Forgive me, Hyungnim,” Yoongi murmured, stepping back.

Placing his hands behind his back, he looked at the other two. “Namjoon, Jungkook, has he been forthcoming with any information?”

“None, Hyungnim,” Namjoon replied.

Jin tutted softly as the tiniest of smirks appeared across his face.

“I’m only going to ask this once. Where’s my money?”

“What money?”

Jin chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m fairly certain; I said I would only ask this once. However, I consider myself merciful, so I’ll ask this again. Where is my money?”

The man spat down at his feet, growling with hatred. “You’ll die for this, Kim.”

Jin smirked once more as he began to roll up his sleeves. “My usual methods aren’t working, so now we’ll just have to do things the old-fashioned way.”

Yoongi handed him a small box, opening the lid. Jin gave him his cell phone before taking out the two brass knuckles that glittered under the sunlight. Slipping them on, he flexed his fingers. 

“Lovely, aren’t they? Never gets old. It seems once these are used, people’s minds change.”

Bones crunching filled the air as the man’s head jerked to the side. Blood sprayed onto the concrete as Jin stepped back in disgust.

“If you got blood on my suit, I’ll kill you,” he hissed.

The man trembled, looking up at Jin. “I-If I knew where your money was, I’d tell you.”

Jin reeled his foot back, slamming it into the man’s gut. He cried out in pain, crumbling to the ground in a ball. He brushed his hair back, rolling his shoulders.

“I’m tired of this game, maggot,” he snapped his fingers as Jungkook and Namjoon lifted the man to his feet. The man sniffled as the blood still dripped from his nose.

“P-Please–”

“Well, when you put it that way. Sure, I’ll show you some leniency.” 

“Oh, thank you! Thank you!” 

Jin rolled his eyes, giving them a nod. Jungkook and Nmajoon lifted the man over the side. He struggled, screaming as they let go. His cries grew faint until the body slammed onto the street below. Jin removed his brass knuckles, placing them back in the box Yoongi held out for him. He adjusted his suit, nodding to his men as they ushered him to the helicopter.

“Make sure to clean that mess up, Namjoon,” he instructed.

“Yes, Hyungnim.”

Suddenly, the phone in Yoongi’s hand began to ring. He looked at the contact and handed the phone back to Jin. “Hyungnim.”

Jin waved him away. “Not now, Yoongi.”

“You might want to take this.”

Jin’s eyes darted to the screen as he snatched it away. Smiling, he answered it brightly. “Eomma! Yes, I know I was supposed to call last night…I’m sorry, business got hectic. Will I be home to visit? Of course! When? Sometime soon, I promise. Give Seokjoong and his family my love. Talk to you soon.”

Sighing, he laid back against the seat, closing his eyes. “Yoongi?”

“Yes, Hyungnim?”

“I think it’s time I visit home. Fifteen years is long enough to be away.”

#kvanity #clubzerooclock #ksmutsociety #kwritersworldnet #bangtanarmynet #bangtansorciere #kim seokjin #seokjin #bts #bts x oc #seokjin x oc #seokjin x drama #seokjin smut #bts drama #bts smut

[raina-at]

Last lines tag game

It's already Thursday where I live, but who cares...

@totallysilvergirl tagged me, so here we go

From my Christmas fic, tentatively titled Guess Who's Coming to Christmas Dinner (20k in, we're just getting to the juicy bits ;-))

Mummy stays behind and glares at them. “Go clean yourselves up,” she hisses at them. “And please do keep your displays of affection to a minimum, you’re making the Reverend uncomfortable.” With that, she follows the two men into the drawing room. Sherlock and John exchange a long look. “So, what do you think?” John finally asks. “Do we need to snog in front of the Reverend at some point?” Sherlock rolls his eyes. “Obviously.”

From my as yet untitled sequel to Nothing Gold Can Stay (that's actually pretty done and will most likely be posted soon)

“I still think you were mine first,” Sherlock mutters, tightening his hold on John. John winds his fingers into Sherlock’s hair and forces Sherlock to look at him. “I was,” he whispers. “I am.” Sherlock pulls John into a searing kiss, and all conversation ceases for a while.

From my as yet untitled next fic in the Nothing Gold series (a very very very very WIP-y WIP and very very very new as well)

“The truth is that I had to laugh or I would have cried,” Sherlock admits, knowing how important it is that John understands what went on in his brain that fateful, horrid evening at the Landmark. “I saw you there, and I suddenly realised that I’d let you believe I was dead for two years and that you wouldn’t be thrilled about that.”

I'm supposed to tag as many people as I've posted WIPs, so here goes: @jrow @keirgreeneyes @thetimemoves (and anyone else who has juicy WIPS they want to share!)

#johnlock #bbc sherlock #my fic #work in progress wednesday #wips #nothing gold series #guess who's coming for christmas dinner #i'm going to finish that fic if it kills me

[mingkilovur]

Prologue

pairing: nightfury!seonghwa x ?!reader wc:488 summary: you grew up your whole life despising dragons. they've taken everything from you, everything you once had has become nothing but a distant memory. you swore to avenge your family, the life you once knew if it's the last thing you did. but what happens when theres an obstacle in your way? when you find out nothings is as it truly seems.... type of story:series(maybe mini series tbd) cw: character death, mentions of blood, nightmares(pls lmk if i missed anything) (series masterlist || overall masterlist)

You could smell the fire. taste the ash. you swore you could feel the talons digging into your back. the ground disappearing from under your feet as you get carried away and then falling and falling and falling and fa-

you jolt awake with a gasp, tears streaming down your face as you throw the covers off of your body and grab at your chest. Its the 3rd night in a row you’ve had the same dream(really a nightmare) it always starts and ends the same; your younger self playing dress up with your mom, tiaras on both your heads and the prettiest dresses ever seen in castle Crescent Moon. you dance and sing along to the soft music playing in the background until suddenly, your father bursts through the rooms doors frantic and out of breath. Everything happens in a blur, all you remember is running through doors and down long corridors, screams bouncing off the walls and assaulting your ears like loud sirens. 

cries of despair getting louder as you start to feel warmer, smell fire. you escape the walls of the castle leaving behind your parents, leaving behind the last shred of a life you once knew. you hear a loud whistle and suddenly, what’s left of the castle explodes into flames. your entire life destroyed in seconds. you scream for your family “mom? dad? where are you?” though your cries fall onto deaf ears, no one left alive to answer your pleas; 

you’re alone…

  you hear wings flapping and you feel the earth beneath your feet trembling. you look towards the sky and see a thunder of dragons flying away. all variations and sizes, large enough to instill fear in your heart even if departing. You hear a loud roar from behind you, and suddenly there’s an excruciating pain in your upper back. Long calloused talons dig into your flesh, ripping tendons and muscles alike causing you to cry out.

You feel the earth disappearing from under your feet, and you glance around frantically in hopes to see your captor. you let out a blood curdling scream, what you see as you look up scares you. a pair of neon green eyes molded into tiny slits stare back at you in anger, in disgust. It lets out a low menacing growl that reverberates deep into your being, radiating its malice and hatred towards you.

“Please p-please let me down, i'm scared” you cry out as you begin to thrash hoping to dislodge the sharp talons from your skin. You can feel the warm blood dripping and trailing down your back and you watch the dragon take a long whiff of the smell. It’s eyes widening and pupils dilating, then suddenly it releases its talons from your skin , letting you free fall. You hear the wind rushing past as you fall, gravity pulling you down down down… 

Until finally… nothing

a/n: ok ok... be honest how was it... im actually kind of nervous to be posting anything i think that's why everything i've ever written has stayed a wip BUT i have faith in myself to do this!! any feedback is appreciated!! stay happy and healthy- squish<3

#ateez #ateez x reader #mingkilouvr #seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa #wings of contempt #dragon!au #nightfury!idol #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez seonghwa #park seonghwa x reader #ateez fluff #hongjoong x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #san x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader #ateez imagine #ateez fic #ateez au

[inafieldofdaisies]

(WIP) Music (not) Monday | Tagged by @nightbloodbix

The rules: Post a song that is relevant to your WIP or inspires it. I’m also including the lyrics

Can you hear us? The sound of a million forgotten souls Screams in the distance, cries from the mountains, our voices echo Their hands painted scarlet Hidden in shadows so nobody knows They'll pay for the bloodshed Legends are made from the stories untold Through the fire Under the gallows Facing a trial Justice will follow Can you hear them? The sound of their lost, unforgiven souls Voice of the victims roars through the valleys, now everyone knows What's done in the darkness, deep in the shadows, the light will expose There's nowhere to go Dearly departed Sins of the heartless Legends are made as the stories unfold Through the fire Under the gallows Facing a trial Justice will follow

Signs on my skin Plying lines where your hands have been Scribing me So tell me what it's for Why the wilds want you, Riverborn All our bodies shorn But the dust adorns you, ever more Pines on the brim And in time the storms will snow us in But believe-- And believe-- That i know what it's for Why the waters mourn you, riverborn Both our bodies formed from the dust that haunts you, ever more Just tell me what it's for What the wines afford you, Riverborn All my solace torn That I may never know your winter's morn

They do what we do They might look crazy From a low point of view Yeah that's why we're doing it For the thrill of it When you find the thing that Puts a smile on your face Don't try to fight it Let yourself be embraced Yeah that's why we're doing it For the thrill of it

Hello, my love, the wind is weeping Stars on the ceiling, guide you into the unknown Beautiful to the bitter end In the night you call out to me Oh, the sound of your voice is crashing like waves down, waves down In my dreams Oh, in the night it's harder to breathe Oh, I wish you could know that nothing's the same now, same now Since I lost you You You

Tagging, @socially-awkward-skeleton @adelaidedrubman @strangefable @strafethesesinners @dumbassdep @florbelles @aceghosts @direwombat @onehornedbeast @simplegenius042 @macs-babies @thesingularityseries @cassietrn @kyber-infinitygems @finding-comfort-in-rain @carlosoliveiraa @fourlittleseedlings @voidika @theelderhazelnut @josephslittledeputy @trench-rot @josephseedismyfather @g0dspeeed @henbased @corvosattano @simonxriley @marivenah @captastra @la-grosse-patate and anyone that would like to share some songs this week <3

#What is this? A new ship reveal? OH YES <3 #The lyrics of John and Sabrina's song <3 #The gang truly said it's angst time while Calahan is on the other side like: 'Mary May and I are vibing; actually.' #oc: sabrina donovan #oc: mercedes “mercy” sibley #oc: calahan hartley #oc: leslie parish #wip: in hope of tomorrow #ship: the diviner and the baptist #john x sabrina #ship: the chevalier and the siren #faith x leslie #ship: the deceiver and the wolf #jacob x mercedes #ship: the daredevil and the anchor #calahan x mary may #tagged <3 #original characters #fc5 deputy #fc5 ocs #music monday #music tag #ship songs #song tag #currently listening to #songs tag

[mermaidgirl30]

I have finally started on the second part of Tear You Apart, so here is a little teaser of my angsty dark! Joel 🥹 “Dance Inside” by The All-American Rejects is fueling this chapter. Sorry I have taken so long to get this going, but it’s hard when I work so much and have a ton of wips 😭

Series Masterlist

The air is so still, the wind barely moving as you sit there in the hollow dirt with your hands reaching for life. Cold. You’re so cold, the intolerable temperature barely noticeable as your heart shatters in two.

“Go away,” he whispers, his defeated voice barely audible above the calm wind.

You shift your worn out body, crawling on your hands and knees to the man that’s torn apart. You inch closer, crawling and crawling until he barks back at you.

“Go away!” His voice is demanding, final as he lashes out at you, sharp canines biting back as he snarls your way.

Your teary eyes peel down his body, watching as he’s hunched over and clawing the earth to get a hold of himself. You see the way he carries himself, jaw clenched up and head down to his chest. One hand covers his eyes, the other sinking into the dirt as you watch a hot tear fall down his face and land in the shimmering lake.

He’s so broken, just like the black military watch that sits latched around his left wrist. Shattered glass, no ticking hands, no life to be found in the clear reflection. He’s broken, so very broken. Bruised, hollowed out, defeated.

Your heart breaks in that moment, you can barely pick yourself up. Cold, you’re so cold, but it’s not because of the wind. It’s because you feel just how torn apart he really is, and it kills you. You want to take the pain away, want to make it all just stop. Only if he’d let you, but he won’t.

Let me in. Let me in!

You take one more step and freeze when you hear him whispering to himself. “Make it stop, please. Make the pain stop. I’m not good… I’m not good for anyone.”

Oh, Joel.

You feel a tear slide down your cheek, feel your eyes become blurry with the stained tears in your eyes. He thinks he’s not good, but that’s not true. He’s good. You think he’s good.

Without wasting another moment, you run over to him and crash your body into the back of him, wrapping your arms so tight around his broad chest as you drop to the ground and put your entire weight into him.

“I told you to go away…” Joel whispers, a tortured plea that sounds a lot like a cry for help low in his voice. It comes off raspy, choking the words out as you feel another tear fall from his eyes.

He needs you. He needs you.

“I know, but I’m not leaving you, Joel. You need me just as I need you. Let me stay, please. Let me stay. I… I want to stay,” you choke out, stuttering the words as your teeth chatter together. It’s so cold, so very cold. But he’s warm and this is where you choose to stay.

“You… want to stay…” he breathes out, barely above a whisper as you feel his eyes go wide, a somber look feeding his broken mind.

Broken. He’s so broken.

“Yes, let me stay with you. Please, don’t run from me again. I… I can’t lose you. I thought you weren’t coming back. I thought you…”

You feel a warm palm flatten against the back of your hand hesitantly. He stays like that for a few seconds as you listen to his deep breaths and muted cries. And then calloused fingers entwine with yours slowly, a clear response he’s not running off again.

He stays. He stays.

#joel miller wip #joel miller #joel miller fic #dark!joel x reader #dark!joel miller #joel angst #angst #joel miller fanfiction #joel x female reader #joel the last of us #joel miller pedro pascal #tear you apart #post outbreak joel #outbreak!joel

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Get to Know Me tag

Ultimate Addition

Been tagged with multiple versions of this. Will do this all in one.

And maybe this will be the definitive version.

Thanks to: @herrmannhalsteadproduction here, @sleepywriter00 here, @mk-writes-stuff here and here, @dyrewrites here, @infinnative here, @buffythevampirelover here, and @mysticstarlightduck here.

Tagging @illarian-rambling @gottestod-writes @cowboybrunch @blind-the-winds @uninspired-platypuss @little-peril-stories @loopyhoopywrites @its-on-site @aalinaaaaaa @randomlettrrsqqssfxwcvhxnqbwriro @thepeculiarbird + anyone else

(y'all don't have to do all of these - pick one. Honestly you can do all of them but like...only if you really want to)

Version 1

Last Song - Driving the Last Spike (Genesis)

Currently Watching - Star Trek Voyager in my trek marathon, still have a little bit of Phineas and Ferb to rewatch, MythBusters, Whose Line is it Anyway, The Bad Batch as it comes out, and I keep forgetting the last bit of Hamster and Gretel is on D+ rip

Three Ships - uhhh the least controversial I feel will be Robin/Starfire (Teen Titans), Kirk/Spock (Star Trek), and Dakota/Cavendish (Milo Murphy's Law)

Favorite color - T E A L 🩵💚 it slaps. Btw this: 🩵 is not teal but it's the emoji that pops up when I type teal wtf teal is GREENER that's like cyan which also has the same emoji I'm sick of people calling light blue teal

Currently reading - beta reading Whispers by @magic-is-something-we-create and making my way through Purple Hyacinth on Webtoon

Currently consuming - uh just woke up will have my coffee in a bit

Place of birth - Earth

Currently location - pretty sure it's Earth

Last movie - True Lies (first time watching)

Version 2

Are you named after anyone? No my mom was sick of the family name she was given so revolted against peer pressure.

When was the last time you cried? Uhh couple days ago got caught in traffic due to an accident and went a separate way only to find myself on the feeder road with more traffic from another accident so I had to pull into a Jaguar parking lot before I got full a panic attack

Do you have kids? No please dear God. Future students are my kids.

What sport do you/have you played? Soccer when I was like in kindergarten.

Do you sarcasm? See next answer

What's the first thing you notice about someone? That they exist

Eye color? Brown

Scary movie or happy ending? These aren't opposites?? Scary movies have happy endings! So happy endings.

Any talents? Uh, writing, I guess. Media analysis. I can read fast. I'm Gen Z and can write in cursive. I kick ass at the puzzle match mini game on Wii Party.

Where were you born? *Double checks* yeah still Earth

Hobbies? Writing, reading, watching TV, scrolling through Tumblr, media analysis, watching YouTube, daydreaming, listening to music, useless data analysis

Any pets? Two cats

Height? 5'4

Favorite subject? ELAR (reading/writing) that's why I want to teach it

Dream job? See above

Version 3

Currently reading - answered this above

Last song - I'm doing this on a different day (sorry) and now it's Crazy Little Thing Called Love (Queen)

Currently watching - said above

Current fic - uh I'm just reading the stuff I already said

Current hyperfixation - brain recently has been toggling between Phineas and Ferb, Teen Titans (2003), Avatar The Last Airbender, Megamind, and my WIP The Secret Portal so uh pick one

Favorite color - T E A L

Sweet/spicy/savory - I guess savory but yeah depends on mood

Relationship status - happily dating ❤️

Last thing I Googled - Ming-Na Wen (wanted to know her age. She's 60)

Song stuck in my head - currently Somebody To Love (Queen - was listening to the greatest hits)

Favorite food - my dad's food, specifically his Cincinnati chili and his cake

Dream trip - New Zealand or Tokyo

Version 4

(highlight what describes you)

APPEARANCE

Dark hair* // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don't often smile// I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

*up for debate

ACTIVITIES/INTERESTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami* // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand

*with instructions and not well

RELATIONSHIPS

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year// I have a crush* // I have a friend I've known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend+ // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship^ // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

*does my gf count as a crush? I still act like it lol

+am dating

^i think this is referring to romance but I do have other friends in other states

SEASONS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sunrise* // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colours // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

*I think once could be making that up

Take your bets if I'm an outdoorsy person (nope)

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of Sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower* // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed+ // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

*quietly

+used to

EDIT: I've decided to add onto this post whenever I get a new get to know me tag, so from here on out this was not in the original post

Version 5

I'm over 5'5 / I wear glasses or contacts (glasses) / I have blonde hair / I often wear sweatshirts (I think some of them count?) / I prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / I have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / I typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / resting boss face / i play sports (was in soccer in kindergarten haha) / I play an instrument (used to, violin) / i know more than one language (I know some ASL but I've forgotten most of it... ) / I can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / I have never dated anyone / I have a best friend that I have known for over five years (Cado, how has it been seven years almost????) / I am an only child

Version 6

Last song: as of answering this, technically I watched Psych so the theme song!

Favorite color: you should know this at this point in the post

Currently watching: Psych like I said, also Star Trek Voyager and a few on the side still (see above)

Sweet/spicy/savory: see Version 3

Current obsession: ...Psych but also my WIPs :)

Last thing I googled: thesaurus because I was doing the @sipofsnips and didn't have the word this morning

Favorite season: they all suck but I'll go with fall

Skill I'd like to learn: I want to draw good

Best advice: "thinking about it counts as working on it" because it's changed my outlook on how much I get done in a day, "progress is progress" for similar reasons but more general, and generally that if you burn yourself out trying to do everything nothing gets done

Woo! This was a LOT holy shit. Hope you know more about me!

#not writing #get to know me #tag game

[skyward-floored]

I’m trying to recall all the great Incredibles scenes to suggest one for you and the main one that keeps coming to mind is where the Parrs fight at the dinner table XD (it’s one of my faves because it’s like a scene out of my own life 😅) So maybe that one?

Ooh ooh or the one where Bob rejects a young Syndrome’s help while stopping the bomber???

Whatever strikes your fancy <3

I have the dinner scene mostly done, so I reread what I have and also worked on the bomb scene as well :) But here’s a wip from the dinner scene because it’s way funnier XD

“Get back here!” Legend shouted at the two, and Twilight watched with an exasperated look as his brother turned invisible except for his clothes, sprinting after them into the living room.

“That’s enough you three, stop running in the house,” Malon warned as they chased each other, “Sit down and finish your dinner!”

Wind charged back into the room with Legend on his heels, then suddenly crashed into a bright red shield, grabbing his nose as he let out a cry of pain.

“Ow! Hey, no shields!” he cried, and Hyrule crossed his arms.

“You wrecked my potatoes!”

“Well Wild started it!”

“I did not!”

And that started an all out brawl at the table, Wild jumping at Legend as he attempted to stay invisible and make himself less of a target while Wind frantically avoided them both. Twilight had turned into a wolf and was snapping at all of them, and Hyrule was throwing shields in at random moments, all while Four continued to quietly eat his broccoli.

#normal dinner at my house too tbh #answers from the floor #lovely adrift in thyme #wip #Incredibles au

[bitbybitwrites]

OK. Let's start off by saying thank you to the following lovely folks who have tagged me recently for not only Six Sentence Sunday (which is hard for me to stay to six sentences bc I'm a long winded person) and WIP Wednesday lately : @forabeatofadrum, @wordsofhoneydew, @onthewaytosomewhere, @daisyishedwig @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion

I am trying to actively write and update 3 stories simultaneously (well semi simultaneously - I go from one update to another fic update in order, round robin till we finish them all!).

How you all manage to juggle so many WIP a one time is mind boggling to me. I'm struggling with 3! 😳

Well, any Klaine fans will know I've updated If I Can Make Your Heart My Home and Falling For You recently.

Which means next up is my RWRB fluffy kidfic, Puppy Love!

An excerpt is below ( a little more than 6 sentences)

*************

Alex grunted as a snowball smacked him square in the face.

“Papi!” Raf cried out.  “Stop texting!” He lobbed another snowball at his father who turned quickly enough it only hit him in the back.

“I’m just talking to a  . . new friend, Raf,” Alex said laughing as his fingers flew over his phone again.

Alex

But back on the subject  of seeing you again. . . Are you free for coffee?

British Hottie (aka H)

Yes.  Would love to.   Just let me know where and when And if I can bring David. Oh and I don’t drink coffee,  I drink tea.

Alex

Tea and Austen. How very British of you.

British Hottie (aka H)

Well, one must uphold  the traditions of ones homeland.

Another snowball hit the back of Alex’s head with a soft thud. He winced as the wet snow dripped down the back of his neck and into his coat collar.  Raf giggled gleefully and started to run away.

“Oh, now you’re in for it mister.  I’m gonna get you!” Alex laughed.

*****

Tagging (only if you want to participate!): @rockitmans, @little-escapist, @myheartalivewrites, @kirakiwiwrites, @madas-ahatters-world and anyone else who wants to jump on in, please feel free to do so! The water's fine!

#six sentence sunday #wip wednesday #bitbybitwrites #fic: puppy love #rwrb fic #rwrb fanfiction #rwrb fanfic #red white and royal blue fanfiction #firstprince #rwrb

[zeenimf]

Where the Sea Ends: Wuodan's Domain

This excerpt comes from my wip Where the Sea Ends. Transcription and taglist below the cut:

Ink-black fog leaks out of the blades of grass, growing higher and higher until Seo can barely see the trees in front of her. When the world has gone dark the earth begins to rumble, and the leaves follow suit, rustling in the wind. Even the bark joins in. This ensemble of sound cries out in unison, and with it, the will of the earth is given voice.

A nimf stumbles into my woods

The voice is dark and raspy. Seo knows that the voice is restraining itself, restricting the strength of the voice lest it shreds Seo to pieces. A sensible mage would run as fast as they could, while a senseless one may have drawn their weapon. But Seo stands still, halting even her breath.

Thin roots slither out of the fog, manoeuvring in between the plants before lurching at Seo. They wrap themselves around her legs and arms. Even if Seo changes her mind, now there is no more escaping.

A foolish one, too. Is it a desire for power that has caused you to crawl out of the sand you call home?

Seo groans. The roots hold her arms tightly and it wouldn’t be long before her limbs will grow numb.

“I have come only to bargain.”

The leaves hiss at her bluntness.

“The woods will cease to exist too if the world floods, Wuodan. Or do you wish to hand over your domain to Azu and Uza?”

The roots pull at her, shaking her around before releasing their grip slightly.

I will not yield to poultry

From in between the trees in front of her a figure approaches. Its shape defies logic. Leaves rustle in a large cloud, and each time a crack appears in the cover of leaves, a blood-red eye can be seen staring at Seo. Branches penetrate the cloud to form a crooked crown. The hundreds of eyes slipping in and out of view all reach for Seo’s gaze, but she promptly closes her eyes, doing her best to hide the shaking of her fingers.

Tell me then, Nimf of the Dunes, what brings you to my woods?

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[kiyokatokito]

Worry (MuiKiyo ♥️)

Art above by @ta-ni-ya the effort of drawing me this!😩😩 Im very Thankful Niya Ily!💗💗❤️😭

Btw This just a canon I guess- no connection on anything 🥹 anyway I heard a loud cries of a dog outside and i was so bothered

Kiyoka heard a whimper and loud cries of a puppy and went outside to the cold dusk, following where the source of the sound came from, the cries got louder as she nears it.

“Poor dog,” Kiyoka says feeling sad acknowledging that the poor animal was in some sort of pain.

“Oh my!” her eyes widen in terror, seeing the dog’s stomach cut open, and kneels down near it, “I'm sorry this happened to you” she cries out a bit as the dog continues to cry in pain, “you don't deserve this”

“Kiyoka!” someone called from far, away before she could even turn around she was thrown away near a tree and hurts her head.

“Shit I didn't see that coming,” she says as her head begins to bleed out she saw a big demon, being surrounded by mist and getting his head chopped off.

Kiyoka stood up, and Muichiro turns to her “why are you outside at this very late hour? What if something bad happen to you m? are you stupid? its dan- Muichiro i can handle myself, Im demon slayer after all” Kiyoka interrupted his words “No, I don’t you trust at all” The mist hashira retorts back “I cant trus-Muichiro! What do you mean? Okay, if you can’t trust me you don’t have to!” She spats out a bit angered, his words quiet offended her, remembering her dad’s words, useless, stupid unworthy child he always say.

Muichiro steps closer to her cupping her right cheek and wipping his thumb over her lower lip “your bleeding here” but she turn her head away from his grasp leaving his hand and walks to the dog.

“I can still help you, “ she said to the crying dog and carried it into her arms “Kiyoka, it is not necessary to bring that to Shinubo, as slayers we prioritize the humans first” Muichiro warned her “No, I can’t just leave it Muichiro, it is stil a living being, if Shinobu can’t help it i will try to” she starts walking.

“You are not going anywhere far at this very late night” Muichiro held her by her waist “Why are you even out anyway?” He asked, “Why are you even near our place anyway?“ Kiyoka retorts back this time, as it seems that Muichiro is patrolling up the wind estate.

“Let me go,” she says but Muichiro grips her waist tighter, snaking his other arm to her other side, and clasped her from behind.

“Stop being mad can you?” the mist hashira said and hugs her tighter “Mui- you’re bleeding let me take you to Shinobu’s mansion” he interrupted her this time “with this dog?” Asked while still looking at the poor dog in her arms and Muichiro sighs “yes” and pecks her cheek before letting go of her body, and held by her one hand, “can you run with me?” and Kiyoka nodded with that they started running, to reach Shinubo’s

“What are we Muichiro-kun?” Kiyoka asked in mind as they run.

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The Lost Witch Update

Crows cawed overhead as he approached the place where it happened, the place he had nearly lost her months before.

An oversight he could not allow to happen again.

And yet...

He opened his hands and the tangled briars peeled back, carrying their blood-red blossoms with them. The blooms were most concentrated further in.

The Dark Lord knelt in a bed of rose petals and gathered a handful in his palm. When he crushed them, the petals oozed a thick warm substance, familiar to him in any lifetime.

His eyes fluttered shut as a wave of the witch's scent thickened in the air and brought his fist to his mouth to taste her blood. So brilliant, his little witch, but they had made her bleed. They would suffer every slight tenfold unto their deaths and beyond before he was through.

"Soon," he murmured a promise as he opened his eyes, and smiled as he hissed his first command.

Snakes slithered through the rose petals, appearing from their hiding places in the logs and tree roots in this abandoned corner of the Forbidden Forest. Snakes of every size and color. The largest, Nagini, rolled in contented circles as she followed Tom to the pulsing heart of this beautiful aberration. He murmured low and spread his hands over the earth as he began the spell.

A sigh filled the wind, a sigh just like her voice as the Dark Lord's hands began to shake.

With a sudden wrench and rip, he brought his hands into fists.

Crows were flung violently from their perches, filling the air with their cries as every vine and infected tree was wrenched from existence.

Tom Riddle shuddered as he drew in a breath and turned to inspect his work. He rubbed his hands together, savoring the essence still painting his fingers, and looked back at the glowing lights illuminating Hogwarts. "Not much longer, little phoenix."

The crows startled again as he disapparated silently into the night.

What's this? Oh, nothing just my current WIP of Chapter 17: The Triwizard Tournament ;) While I'm steadily chipping away at this monster chapter, I wanted to offer something a bit extra for those of you who have been so lovely lately. Thank you again for following my stories, especially the Killing Me Softly series. With any luck, I'll finally finish Part 2 before the year's out!

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