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[esperosisdoeswriting]

hello, question! I really like your fic and I was wondering, could you maybe say which ones inspired it/just what fics you liked in general? It would be neat as hell to be able to read more fics with a similar flavour >:)

Interestingly enough, "Right By Them" actually had the opposite inspiration as to what you're thinking, where it wasn't inspired by what I found but what I didn't find. Basically, I've read a fuck ton of time travel fics but 90% of the time I found myself disappointed or losing interest as things didn't go even remotely how I thought they would, or I didn't like how they wrote Elias or how they kinda shuffled him out of the way for the sake of fluff or something. Don't get me wrong, there are a few I like that I can (and shall) recommend, however, my main inspiration for this fic summed up to "No no, that's not right. Here, this is what I think would actually happen!" and then I sat down, thought about it, and plotted the whole thing out.

Basically, I'm just writing the time travel fic I wish I was able to find to read lololol.

Now, I do have some inspiration, but it's mostly for tonal stuff as opposed to actual plot points and themes.

I really like "The Timeline of Thesus", it's absolutely hilarious and it holds a special place in my heart for Kid!Jon and Elias are dynamic. I aspire for my comedy writing in "Right By Them" to be as funny as some of the stuff that happens in "Timeline of Thesus"

On the flip side, I also absolutely adore "Nature Has Taught her Creatures to Hate", which isn't so much a time travel AU as an alternate-history AU where things happen a bit differently. The descriptions of emotion and tension are *chef's kiss* and I aspire for my writing for my tenser scenes and introspective scenes to be as good as this. 100% would recommend it, but it is a bit dark.

Another is "Don't Listen to a word I say (The screams all sound the same)" is deffo my inspiration for how I shall eventually write Jon and Daisy's dynamic come their S4 interactions. (I'm trying to keep things a bit vague as to events of the actual podcast/series, as I know some people who haven't finished the series follow this blog). But overall I really love this dynamic with them.

My last recommendation for a time travel fic has to be "Once More". Written fanstaically, felt like I was reading a movie. Though I must warn you if you read this one, out of everything I've written for "Right By Them" I have never once felt the urge to shed a single tear, regardless of all the sad stuff happening... Chapters 12 and 13 of this fic had me ugly crying the entire time. You have been warned.

Those are my recommendations for now! I have a ton more fics I liked but I restricted my recommendations to time travel related or character dynamic related. If you're interested in more however feel free to ask.

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[esperosisdoeswriting]

I absolutely adore this so much! This is exactly the vibe I was going for when I wrote that scene! I love Melanie's hand reaching out for him and I just love the pose of how his body curves away from the gunshot! This is so incredible and I love it so much!

Beholding, in all of its infinite, non-existent, mercy, saw no need to warn Jon before the second bullet ripped a hole in his lung.

I love the TMA fic Right By Them by @esperosisdoeswriting and I'm also obsessed with the entire trip to India chapter, and especially this scene lives in my head rent free

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[esperosisdoeswriting]

Sending you love and hugs. Hope you are staying (mostly) sane! ❤️

Thank you! And not to worry I am still at least a little sane! ( :

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[esperosisdoeswriting]

OMG HIIIII I FOUND YOUR TUMBLR HRHDHDHH I just wanna say I absolutely fucking adore right by them like holy shit I have not been able to stop thinking about it for the past 2 weeks I. Did you read my mind and write exactly the fic I didn’t know I needed

Lolol heyo! I’m really glad you’re enjoying the fic! I, unfortunately, am not (yet) telepathic, but tbh I’m just basically writing what I wanted to read from a time travel fix it (tons and tons of good ones on ao3 but none of them really hit the spot the way I wanted them to) so I just decided “fuck it, I’ll do it myself”

So really, you’re just passing the vibe check, stay tuned for next Saturday where we figure out how the fuck Jon gonna get out of this one lmao

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[esperosisdoeswriting]

Accursed, Chapter 1

Accursed lives rent free in my brain and has ever since I wrote it, I like to go back to it every once in a while and, when I did recently, I thought I myself “Yes Chapter 1 is good, but I’ve improved a ton since then (literally wrote an entire book lol) so I can do so much better now” as such I decided to rewrite the entire first Part/Chapter and I’m so much more happy with it now. Deffo gives the vibe I’m going for as-well as better incorporates a few plot elements and showcases personalities of our two main characters better. Overall, I like it quite a lot!

BE WARNED, Accursed deals with some very heavy topics and themes, please read the content warnings and be advised! This is a Supernatural/Psychological Horror with a child protagonist, so… yeah that should tell you a bit. BUT also keep in mind the main theme of Accursed is hope and overcoming adversity, so while there is darkness, there is no despair (if that makes sense)

Enjoy 2.5k words that turned into 7.2k words!

CW: Child Abuse (Minor), Threats of Violence against children, Referenced past violence against a child (There is no explicit violence against a child in this chapter), Religion (used somewhat as a coping mechanism), discussion of Suicide (and its relationship with Religion)

Tags: @sunflower-searching-light

The glass was shattered. Mom had broken it a while ago, delicate things never really lasted very long near her, or him, or anywhere. Lucas never really understood the

purpose in making things that broke so easily. If they could break they would, and then they were useless.

It didn’t really make sense to Lucas, but not a lot of things did.

Lucas stared more at the glass than his reflection in it as he sat on the bathroom counter. The soap was almost gone, he’d climbed on the counter to see if the cabinet with the mirror had any more in it, the cabinets below didn’t.

Lucas wasn’t quite sure how to open the mirrored cabinet, it didn’t have a handle like normal ones did. He didn’t ask mom, she was very tired lately and he didn’t want to upset her from having to see his face.

He looked at his reflection and wondered what it was about his face that caused so much pain and hardship. Mom hated seeing it, and anytime one of things that weren’t supposed to exist saw it they swarmed in and stuck to him like glue or a leech.

His face looked normal to him at least.

Two eyes, though he couldn’t see the right one since pieces of glass had fallen revealing the dark board underneath. He didn’t need to see it though, he knew it was the same light green as his left.

Dark cracks spiderwebbed across his pale skin, but when he touched his face he found it smooth and whole. His hair was short light brown, even though his mom’s was blonde. Maybe that was it, he had dad’s hair color and that’s why mom hated him and the things cursed him and tormented them both.

He always hated Dad, it made sense Mom would hate him for being related to the man.

Something moved in the darkness of the bathroom behind him and Lucas couldn’t be bothered to scream or cry or run away. It was tiring being scared all the time, so he just climbed down from the sink as the slinking creature followed him into his bedroom.

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“Everything's going to be better now, you hear?” Mom told him as they drove too fast down the dark country road. “It was the city,” she hissed, “It was a- a- a cesspool of those monsters, those things. They grew and- and spawned in every darkened corner and dumpster filled with garbage. But not here baby! Not here! They can’t follow us out into good ol’ nature.”

Mom laughed as she petted Lucas’ hair, refusing to look at her as Lucas blankly stared out the window.

It wasn’t going to be any better. Lucas knew that the moment he saw the glowing yellow eyes staring at them from just beyond the tree line. He knew that the moment he heard the odd bump coming from the trunk of the van where something had crawled in. He knew it in the way Mom cried as she tried to reassure both of them.

He didn’t tell her it wasn’t going to get any better. But something told him that she knew it anyway as they finally arrived at the old cabin in the woods, far away from anyone that could hurt them.

Far away from anyone they could call to for help.

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Mom was screaming down stairs again and hitting things, probably fighting the winged thing with mouths for eyes Lucas noticed nesting on top of the refrigerator earlier. He didn’t bother going down to help her. She could manage fine on her own and she was more likely to just start hitting him with the broom and screaming than she was to thank him.

Not like he could do much anyway.

Maybe, when he was older, he would be able to help Mom, when he was ten, or twelve, or sixteen. He could sit mom down, tell her it was all going to be okay while he took up the broom and caved the god-forsaken thing’s skull in. But he was eight, and his hands were small and the broom was too heavy.

He was useless really. Mom was right to hate him, it was his fault she was suffering like this.

Mom kept screaming as more bangs rang throughout the cabin.

Lucas felt the bed dip near him. He didn’t bother looking up.

“Lucas” the thing that had climbed in his window cooed to him. Lucas was fairly sure he’d closed it earlier, something must have opened it. Maybe he could get some kind of lock?

“Lucas,” the creature continued to hum as it slithered closer to him, finally coming to rest in the small space between Lucas’ back and the bedroom wall.

“What?” Lucas asked as he continued to read.

“Aren’t you tired Lucas?” the creature asked.

Lucas frowned at that as he finally looked up and over his shoulder at the creature, they didn’t usually talk this much. Just cooed and hummed and screamed his name while they tried to drag him away or tear him to pieces.

The thing was pale, its skin was white and sort of translucent, Lucas was fairly sure he could see whatever counted as muscles the thing had. It sort of reminded Lucas of a squid or that weird blobfish thing he’d seen on TV one time. It looked soft and sort of slimy, its seven eyes were beady and as pitch black as its side-ways mouth with rows of sharp, needle-like teeth.

Lucas’ frown deepened, not the weirdest or scariest looking monster he’d seen, but he really didn’t like how close it was. He didn’t want it getting slime all over him. “What do you mean? It’s the middle of the day.”

“No Lucas,” the creature whispered. “You don’t run anymore, you don’t scream or call out to your mother or even cry when you see us. You’re tired.”

Lucas turned back around to look at the book in his lap, “It’s exhausting. Not like it does anything anyway.”

“Yes Lucas,” the thing hummed in delight. “Don’t you want it to stop?”

“Obviously,” Lucas turned the page carefully, it was so thin the light from the window shown through it and the book itself was old. Lucas didn’t want to rip it.

“We can make it stop, you can make it stop. Don’t you want your mother to not have to suffer anymore?” the creature cooed into Lucas’ ear.

Lucas sat still, frozen for a moment, his hand still turning the page as silence fell between the both of them. His mom kept screaming downstairs.

“How?” Lucas asked as he finally resumed his movement and finished turning the page.

“Come with me Lucas, there's a place I can take you, and it’ll all be over.”

“Why do I have to go anywhere?” Lucas glanced back at the thing, “I just want you and your friends to stop coming here.”

“Because Lucas, you have to die,” the creature told him and Lucas tensed.

“Why?” Lucas scowled, “I thought you said you were going to stop and now you’re saying you’re going to kill me?”

“I’m sorry Lucas, but there is no way out of this where you live,” the creature spoke, its voice a mockery of sympathy. “You must die, but your mother will live. Your mother will be free and happy, don’t you want that Lucas? Neither of you will suffer anymore.”

Lucas brought his thumb up to his mouth and slotted his fingernail between his teeth, “ ‘Wherefore let them that suffer according to the will of God commit the keeping of their souls to him in well doing, as unto a faithful Creator’, “ Lucas mumbled, “Peter 4:19.”

“What?’ the creature asked.

“S’the bible,” Lucas took his thumb from his mouth as he blankly stared at the floor ahead of him. He closed the book and lifted it to show the creature his worn copy of the Bible. He’d read it more times then he could count, it was one of the only things he had.

“...Right,” the creature nodded, “Do you believe in heaven?”

“I don’t know,” Lucas admitted, “It’s nice to think about. That after this I’ll get to go to heaven with Mom, and everything will be okay.”

“Then why don’t we take you there a bit sooner,” the creature hummed. “Why wait and suffer as you do? When you can go to that wonderful place now and wait for your mother to join you?”

“I don’t want to go to Hell,” Lucas admitted as he held his Bible.

“Why would you go to Hell?” the monster asked, “You are blameless and without sin in this situation. Besides, I doubt children go to hell.”

Lucas shook his head, “Babies go to hell all the time, that's what the Bible said. If i kill myself I’ll go to hell, besides I’m not even baptised.”

The creature seemed to flounder at that, “We… We can baptize you on the way?”

“But it won’t matter if I kill myself,” Lucas bit his finger nail again, “ ‘And call upon me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee, and though shalt glorify me.’ Psalm 50:15.”

“We’ll kill you Lucas,” the creature assured him, “that isn’t suicide.”

“Yes it is,” Lucas hunched in on himself, “Because I’ll be going with you willingly! If I go with you I’m willing! And if I’m willing it’s suicide and I’ll go to Hell!” Lucas gritted his teeth. He didn’t want to go to Hell. He really, really didn’t want to go to Hell. That was his worst nightmare. He wasn’t even sure if he believed Hell existed honestly, but even just the concept of it scared him so deeply he didn’t want to risk it, not even for a moment.

Because if this was what life was like, what was hell going to be like?

The creature fell silent at that and the sound of his mother’s struggles with the monster down stairs finally ended.

“We’ll give you some time to think about it Lucas, the offer is still on the table, if it ever becomes too much. We’ll make sure you are baptized on the way to your final resting place,” the creature finally replied.

Lucas didn’t look as it slithered out the window.

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Mom was sick, she could barely get off the couch most days and Lucas was fairly sure she’d stopped trying. Lucas made his way over to her with the scrambled eggs, toast, and orange juice he’d put together. He was good at using the stove and hardly ever burned himself.

Mom glared at him as he handed her the tray, her gaze was distant and full of hate and disgust. Lucas tilted his head down, hoping maybe if she didn’t have to see his face as clearly she wouldn’t be as upset about it.

“You’re a curse Lucas,” she hissed as she stabbed the eggs too hard. “This is all your fault. None of this shit happened untill you were born.”

“I’m sorry mom,” Lucas told her as he worried the hem of his shirt.

That only seemed to make Mom more upset, “You’re sorry? You’re sorry?! What the hell does sorry do for me, huh? Will you being sorry make the monsters leave me alone?!”

“No,” Lucas wilted further.

“Then what use are you? Huh! Tell me what use you are!” Mom raged at him.

“I’m not,” Lucas stared at the ground, “I-”

“Get out of my face you god damn brat,” she hissed at him as she turned her attention back to her food.

Lucas quickly padded away from his mom and up the staircase, muttering to himself over and over “ ‘This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles.’ Psalm 34:6.”

God did not hear him. God did not save him from his troubles.

Maybe God wasn’t real, or maybe Mom was right, and God had damned him after all.

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When Lucas walked down the stairs, ready to make Mom her breakfast, only to find her dead on the couch, he couldn’t even manage to find it in himself to be surprised. He didn’t know how she died, probably the illness, but at least her face looked peaceful.

She likely didn’t feel any pain, and that was something Lucas could feel grateful for.

“She’s in heaven now,” the same creature from before spoke from where it sat in the sliding glass doorway next to the couch with Mom’s body on it.

“If it exists,” Lucas agreed.

“Don’t you want to join her?” the creature asked.

“Yes.”

“Then come with me,” the creature extended one of its tentacles with its deformed and boneless hands at the end. “We can reunite you with your mother Lucas.”

Lucas looked at his mother’s peaceful face and shook his head, “If I go with you, I’ll never see her again.”

The creature sighed, “Then we’ll give you more time then. But don’t wait too long Lucas, starvation is an awful way to go.”

Lucas kept his eyes on his mother as the creature once more slithered out of his home. She was gone. Mom was dead and gone and maybe in heaven with God, if they existed. It was a nice thought, that there was a Heaven and a God that would make sure to deliver him from his troubles, that would ensure everything would be okay at the end. But Lucas wasn’t sure of anything, how could he be? He didn’t understand anything, not really.

There was only thing he was sure of, and that's that he couldn’t just leave Mom here, she deserved better than rotting on the couch.

It took the better part of an hour to find and drag the shovel from the rickety shed in the backyard and then use it to start digging the hole. Lucas was pretty sure he heard that graves needed to be six feet deep, but he wasn’t exactly sure how deep it was. He didn’t have a ruler, and he wasn’t sure where to find one, so he decided to just dig the hole a little deeper than he was tall.

It took hours as the sun crept along the sky and soon to be grave dirt coated his clothes and skin. The monsters didn’t help or hinder, just silently watched him from behind the trees and even one was perched on the roof, staring down at him. He ignored them, the shovel was too heavy to use as a weapon and there were a lot of them.

Lucas huffed and gasped and grunted and recited bible verses under his breath as he dug. It was exhausting, and by the end he was about ready to collapse from exertion as he sat at the edge of the shoddy grave, his feet dangling into the hole.

He liad back for a moment, catching his breath and staring absently into the bright blue sky, watching as puffy white clouds drifted by aimlessly. It felt weird. His mom was dead, and yet it was nice outside. Nice puffy clouds and bright blue sky, he’d seen the same clouds in those paintings with happy people at the beach or on a picnic or kissing in big dresses.

Today wasn’t a happy day, didn’t the world know his mom was dead?

Lucas didn’t understand anything, he knew it was probably because he was a very very stupid boy, but it didn’t change anything.

His legs were dangling in his mom’s grave and the world was happily chirping along. Maybe if he had gone with the monsters mom would be alive right now. But she isn’t. She’s dead, and there's no bringing her back.

Lucas wouldn’t want to even if he could.

He sat back up, there was nothing to do but sit back up really, and he carefully made his way back inside. He hesitated at the doorway, he was a mess, covered in dirt and roots and sweat. Mom would be upset if he made the house all messy.

Right. Mom’s dead.

He took his shoes off anyway.

As carefully as he could he pulled his mom off the couch and gasped as she tumbled to the floor in a heap. He winced as his hand fluttered about and a low whine escaped his throat.

“Ah, s-sorry mom, I just need to get you to your grave,” he fretted as he grabbed her arm and started to pull.

He was weak, but mom had wasted away long before she’d died. It took a long, long time of heaving and pulling and moving only tiny little bits, but he finally managed to pull her out of the house and to her final resting place.

He wished he was big and strong, he wished he could lower her into her grave properly, but all he could really manage was bracing his legs against the ground and pushing her with all his might until she rolled into the dirt hole he’d dug for her.

It was clumsy and far less than she deserved and Lucas knew he was a bad son for doing it and so many more things, but it was all he could offer her now.

Lucas stood on shaking legs at his mother’s corpse laid in the dirt. Lucas sucked in a breath and tried to stay strong, tried to be strong, tried to me anything beside the weak, useless thing he was. But as tears began to roll down his cheeks, too many and too large for him to wipe away he couldn’t help but cry out for his mother.

“Mom, I’m s-sorry,” Lucas wept, “I’m sorry I was bad, that I couldn’t be better. I tried, I really did! I know it’s not… I know it doesn't matter because it didn’t work, because I was still bad, but I love you. I love you so much and I hope you’re happy in heaven.”

Lucas ran inside and knew he was failing his mom once more by failing to properly put her to rest.

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The pale squid monster was right, starvation was really awful.

It had been around a month now since mom had died, her body laid properly to rest with a shabby bundle of tied sticks marking her grave. It was less than she deserved but Lucas didn’t know how to make a proper grave stone and he was too tired and weak to grab a big rock.

Everything hurt.

It hurt when he moved, it still hurt when he lied down and kept still. He’s been trying to ration his food out, that's what the people on TV did when they went camping. This was kinda like camping, right? Just instead of a tent he had the cabin and instead of a few days it was a few weeks.

It would be okay. He’d figure something out.

Anything less was suicide.

He knew the way back to town. Well, sort of. He knew the road that led away from the cabin would eventually lead him back to town since it was just the one road and there weren’t any splits or anything like that. So if he followed the road he’d get back to town.

That was something he figured out almost immediately, what he was stuck on was how he was going to actually get there.

He couldn’t drive and he couldn’t call anyone to come get him, mom had broken the spinny phone throwing it at a monster and the plastic had broken apart. That left walking which… Lucas really didn’t want to do.

The monsters had been surprisingly idle for the past month. Squid came by every day to ask if Lucas was ready to come with it yet, and everyday Lucas refused. Lucas didn’t really understand much but, if he was smarter, he might have said the thing was starting to look nervous, or at least an imitation of it.

Lucas could only guess that meant he was going to starve to death soon, but Lucas wasn’t sure why that made the squid nervous since it wanted him dead anyway, so what does the method or place matter?

Then again, Lucas didn’t really understand much of anything, so he was probably wrong.

But regardless, the monsters hadn’t really bothered him, just leaving him alone to slowly starve to death in peace, or what Lucas could count as peace.

Lucas got the distinct impression that leaving the house and starting along the road would very quickly end that peace however. The monsters’ soulless eyes stared at him from the treeline and Lucas knew that if he came close, they’d snatch him up and take him by force wherever Squid wanted him to go.

But he couldn’t do that, because if he willingly went over to them knowing they’d snatch him up, then it’d be just as bad as if he decided to go with Squid.

He just had… He just had to figure out how to get to town safely. Soon, preferably.

He was… He was really hungry.

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Lucas watched as the sun finally set over the tops of the trees, the long shadows finally bridging the long gap of the backyard and reaching the back of the cabin. Lucas was nearly out of food, only a sparse few bags of chips and frozen bags of vegetables left, but that wasn’t what Lucas was worried about at the moment.

Squid had looked pleased this morning, smug even, if Lucas was interpreting it’s expressions right. He probably wasn’t, he wasn’t very smart and he didn’t really understand much. Lucas didn’t really understand why it was so pleased.

But then he saw it, and he understood.

What lurked beyond the trees, staring at the house since the late afternoon was by far the largest monster he’d ever seen. It was larger than mom’s van with pure white fur and red eyes that seemed to stare directly into Lucas’ soul even from the distance between them.

Lucas swallowed hard and hid the first time he saw it, making sure he wasn’t in sight of any of the windows as he trembled in terror.

Something about that thing was different to the rest, and that difference sparked the terror Lucas was so sure had long died back into an inferno. This thing wasn’t normal, not even by monster standards, that much was obvious just by looking at it. The way it moved, the way it stared, the way Lucas got the distinct feeling it was waiting patiently for… something.

That thing was smart.

Squid was able to fake being smart pretty well since it could talk, but it wasn’t really, Lucas got the feeling it was just being told what to say by something else. Then again, Lucas didn’t understand much, so he was probably wrong.

But the large White creature, with its wolf-like face and large clawed front arms, that thing Lucas knew deep down in his soul was actually smart, much smarter than he was.

It was going to take him away, and with its size Lucas would be powerless to stop it.

But he had to try, anything less would be suicide.

So as the shadows finally touched the house he retrieved his final defense from the kitchen cabinet.

Mom, when she was still mom, always wanted him not to play with fire. Fire was dangerous and could burn you badly, even kill you. Lucas had always kept her words in mind, he always kept everything his real mom told him in mind, and had been very careful with fire and the stove. He wanted to be a good son.

Now, he was going to be a very bad son.

He reached into the cabinet and pulled out the gasoline canister and match book he’d left in there when he’d found it two weeks ago. He wasn’t sure how well fire would do against that thing, but it was covered in fur, so Lucas figured it would at least slow the creature down, hopefully long enough for Lucas to escape.

If not, then, at least he tried.

Lucas peaked out the sliding glass door, making sure to hold the canister and matches out of sight of the glass.

The thing was walking across the backyard.

Lucas felt his heart pound in his chest as he practically jumped out of view. It was show time it seemed. Lucas backed away from the door, his eyes locked on the glass as he fumbled with the canister lid. He’d pour the gasoline on the carpet between them, then set it on fire, then he’d use the fire as a distraction and he’d climb out the kitchen window behind him.

He could- He could do this.

Lucas tensed as a large shadow loomed from behind the glassdoor and Lucas prepared himself for the glass to shatter. He’d need to be quick, the thing probably wasn’t very fast, but neither was Lucas.

But then, to Lucas' shock and mild horror, the glass door began to smoothly slide open as the creature used one massive claw to open the door. Lucas froze in shock as the large clawed hand, covered in white fur with four fingers and a thumb gingerly pressed down into the carpet before it, the creature's head following quickly after.

Surprise and confusion locked Lucas’ body in place as the figure’s form seemed to almost bend and contort in a way that looked almost natural as it shrunk in order to fit through the door, comfortably fitting in Lucas’ living room even as it towered over him. But what most confused Lucas and stopped him from acting was the expression on the things’ face.

Lucas imagined that the thing would be snarling and growling at him, or maybe smiling and cackling as it tormented Lucas and prevented his escape. But no, the thing’s face seemed completely calm, even neutral as its bright crimson eyes stared at Lucas, cold and calculating.

Lucas gripped his canister tighter as he shakily lifted it up in front of him, “D-Don’t move.”

The creature stopped moving, silently staring down at him, frozen in place as it sat in front of him.

Lucas trembled, “I… I’m going to, ah, I’m going to leave now. Don’t… Don’t follow me, or, or I’ll set you on fire!”

“That’s a good idea,” the creature hummed and Lucas felt his mind catch alight. The creature’s mouth didn’t move as it spoke, and yet he could hear the thing’s unnaturally deep voice echoing off the walls of his mind. Lucas felt his breath catch in his throat at the sound.

“The fire, that is,” it continued, “Fire is usually a safe bet for trying to kill something you don’t understand, it certainly helped out all the humans the first time.”

“The… first time?” Lucas asked.

The monster lifted its massive hand and waved it dismissively, “Don’t worry about it kid.”

“I- I said don’t move!” Lucas thrust the canister in front of him. The creature looked down at him, its eyebrows lifting in surprise for a second, before a smile tugged at its jaw, its massive hand hanging limply, frozen, in the air.

“You did, didn’t you, sorry about that,” the creature hummed, though Lucas felt like it didn’t sound very sorry.

“I’ll do it!” Lucas told him.

“Can you?” the creature tilted its head.

“Yes!”

The creature leaned for just a little, “Are you extremely sure you can manage it at this point?”

“I-” Lucas opened his mouth to insist that, yes, he could! And he would! But he was immediately cut off by a burst of movement to his right.

Faster than Lucas could even blink, the creature raised its left hand and brought it down on the couch next to Lucas, smashing it to pieces in an instant. Lucas gasped and cowered as wood and fabric and stuffing erupted from right next to him. His breath caught in his throat as he lifted his arms on instinct to try and protect his face and neck, gasoline splashing on the carpet, himself and a bit on the match box he held in his other hand.

He tensed, waiting for the pain of the impact, but it never came. He cracked open his eyes and looked to the couch, only to see a wall of pure white. His eyes looked back up to the creature and he saw that, while the creature had smashed the couch with his left hand, he’d put his left between Lucas and the destruction to shield him.

Lucas stared at the thing and its smiling face, his heart jack-rabbiting in his chest.

“You see,” the creature sighed as he gingerly brought his hands back down in front of him, resting all four limbs where before he’d been standing on his hind legs, its paws balancing it. “The smart part of your plan was the fire,” it continued.

“Fire actually would give me some trouble, not enough to really harm me in any meaningful way, but it would buy you a few seconds. Buuuut, you should have poured the gas while I was walking across the lawn, that way all you needed to do was light it when I got there. Pouring the gas takes way too long to do it when I’m this close. Tough luck kiddo.”

“A- Ah,” Lucas wilted.

“Now, gimmie the matches kid, you’ve got gas all over them, if you light them now you’ll just set yourself on fire. Which I assume isn’t something you want to do,” the creature hummed as it gingerly lifted its massive hand and reached for the match book.

“No!” Lucas shouted.

The creature stopped, then tilted its head and raised an eyebrow, “No?”

“I’m not-!” Lucas stared up at the thing, “I won’t just let you kill me, or take me, or whatever!”

He dropped the canister and took one of the matches from the book. The creature tensed as gasoline spilled across the floor around them, the liquid rapidly draining from the canister.

“So I’ll get a bit burnt!” Lucas gritted his teeth, “That’s okay, I doubt I’d ever manage to get away from you unscathed anyway. But you’ll get burnt too! I’ll run away and put the fire out, then I’ll keep running until it’s all over. I won’t go willingly!”

The creature stared down at him, tense and wide-eyed. Then a low grumble began to emanate from its chest. Lucas tensed, anticipating the rumble to grow into a growl, ready to light and drop the match and run as the creature finally lost its patience and snapped him up in its jaws.

But, much to Lucas’ surprise the creature burst out in loud, explosive laughter. The creature lifted its hand to its face as tears leaked down its face and its laughter echoed off the walls inside Lucas’ mind and the very real walls of the cabin.

“I’m really starting to like you kid,” the monster laughed, “that bull-headed desire to live you have is actually quite endearing, it’s also gonna be very very helpful in what’s to come.”

“W-What’s to come?” Lucas deflated slightly as confusion once more took over.

“This is just the beginning kiddo, now, stay put for a second, I’ve got something I need to do,” the creature grinned down at Lucas, its eyes twinkling.

“Does…” Lucas swallowed hard, “Are you not going to kill me?”

The creature chuckled, “No Lucas, I’m not going to kill you, or take you away. Well, actually I am going to do that, but not to where the others want you to go.”

“Then where-”

“Shhh,” the creature hushed him as it brought a massive claw to Lucas’ lips, its talon the length of his face pressing gently against him. “Just hang tight for a minute for me.”

Lucas blinked in confusion and surprise at the creature then plucked the matchbook from his limp fingers and turned to the door, “I’ll just be a moment.”

Then, it barrelled outside, the force of its movement pushing Lucas the wet carpet, more gasoline soaking into his pants and covering his hands. Lucas wrinkled his nose as the fumes intensified and his eyes watered at the horrible smell.

He stood on wobbly legs, gas fumes, confusion, hunger, and retreating adrenaline causing his mind to grow fuzzy and disconnected. He carefully made his way to the stairs and gripped the handrail tightly as he stumbled his way up the stairs.

The monster told him to stay put, but Lucas assumed that meant to stay inside the cabin and opposed to standing right where he was before. Then again, he could be wrong and the creature would change its mind and gut him when it came back.

Lucas looked back down the stairs. Well, too late now.

He continued into his room and quickly changed his shirt and pants, throwing the gasoline soaked clothes into the tub and he then started scrubbing his hands in the sink until the awful smell went away.

As he left the bathroom, feeling a little better, he spotted the chocolate bar he’d left on his bedside table for a special occasion. Well, he figured this was as special an occasion as any. He crawled up onto his bed and crossed his legs as he unwrapped the chocolate bar and took a bite.

It was good, really really good, much better than anything he’d had in a long long time, and Lucas wasn’t sure if that taste was due to just the chocolate itself, or the fact that he’d just survived something that should have been impossible. Still, just the taste of it made Lucas feel so much better as he slumped against the wall.

“Oh, you’ve got some candy,” the creature’s voice erupted in his mind, causing Lucas’s eyes to shoot to the door, only to find it empty. Then he heard the window begin to slide open. He turned to stare at the window and found the massive creature carefully sliding it open, then once more shrinking to get inside.

Lucas was hypnotized, watching the creature shrink down to just larger than his mom had been, then grow to a hulking size that left its head resting against the ceiling. The transformations took a few seconds from one size to the next, but just the fact it was able to do it at all mesmerized Lucas.

That and the fact that its fur had turned from a pure white to a deep crimson red, stained in blood.

Lucas gulped.

“Alright, now that all the idiots are dead, we can discuss a bit more what’s going to happen now,” the creature announced.

“The… idiots?” Lucas asked.

The monster once more waved its massive hand dismissively, “all those other monsters hanging out by the treeline, waiting for me to get down with the dirty work they were unable to complete. Though at this point that’s more on you then on them really…”

“I’m sorry?” Lucas asked, unsure if he should apologize or not.

The creature chuckled and shook its head, “Don’t apologize for not wanting to die, kid. You see, their job was to convince you to let them kill you, it’s a whole thing. Anyway, they failed miserably at that because you’re a little fighter, ain’t ya?” the creature grinned as it brought down the heel of its massive hand and rubbed the top of Lucas’ head, messing up his hair and staining it with blood.

“I guess?” Lucas frowned, looking up at the monster.

“That's a good thing, by the way. A very very good thing, because now, our mission is to keep you alive, and your obstinate refusal to die is going to be a major asset to this cause since they can’t kill you unless you want to die.”

“O-obstinate?” Lucas asked, dozens of questions rolling around in his head.

”It means you’re very stubborn,” the monster clarified.

Lucas nodded slowly, “I… I’m not very smart-”

“Yes you are,” the creature cut him off. “You’re ignorant, sure, but that’s not the same as unintelligent. Ignorance you can fix, stupidity you can’t.”

“I…” Lucas wasn’t sure he quite believed that. Mom and the monsters had always told him he was stupid, and they couldn’t all be wrong. “Still, I don’t understand… anything.”

“That’s alright,” the creature reassured him, “there will be more time to talk about this later, for now all you need to know is that you don’t want to die, and I don’t want you to die either, so I’m going to help you. Now, don’t be mistaken, I do find you quite endearing, but I’m doing this for purely selfish reasons, understand?”

“I think so?” Lucas nodded, “We both want me to live because its good for us if I’m alive?”

“Exactly,” the creature messed up his hair some more despite Lucas trying to dodge out of the way, “I told you you were smart. Now, I’m going to hop inside your mind now.”

“W-What?!” Lucas exclaimed as his back hit the wall, instinctively trying to get away from the monster.

“Yes,” the thing nodded, “You see, despite my hulking appearance, I’m actually quite sly. The main thing I can actually do, aside from kick ass and adjust my appearance to an extent, is that I’m able to possess people. That’s actually the reason they asked me to come talk to you in the first place. I’m very good at possessing people and then psychologically, emotionally, and physically torturing them. They figured if I worked my magic on you, you’d crack like an egg.”

“I don’t understand,” Lucas leaned a bit further away, “What’s torture? And I don’t know what psyc- physco-” Lucas scowled as he tried to pronounce the word.

“Psychological,” the creature supplied, “it refers to a person's state of mind. Kinda like how emotional relates to someone's emotions and physical is someone’s body. As for torture, it means making someone feel pain.”

“So you were sent here to hurt me,” Lucas nodded to himself.

The creature smiled, “But you already knew that. See? Smart. You didn’t know the specifics, but you understood the general situation and came up with a plan to try and get out of it. What a cute, smart little boy you are,” the monster cooed as it continued to mess up his hair.

“But you’re not going to, right?” Lucas asked.

“Nope.”

Lucas then scowled, “But you said you were going to possess me, that’s torturing me.”

The creature blinked at him as Lucas’ words processed in his mind, then he grinned and began to laugh once more, “Ah! I see where the- No no, possessing you won’t hurt you kid. I can hurt you once I’m inside your head, but I don’t, like, have to.”

“Oh…”

The creature nodded, “Once I’m inside your head, I can help you get away from the monsters, okay?”

Lucas looked at it warily, “...and you promise not to hurt me?”

“Cross my heart,” the creature made an X-motion over his chest.

Lucas swallowed hard as he looked down at the chocolate bar in his hand. This could be a really really bad idea. He could let this creature in and it could do all number of terrible things to him, it could rip him to pieces from the inside out and Lucas would be helpless to stop it. Yet, it could also be his one chance at escape, his one hope of salvation in this god-forsaken place.

Maybe, just maybe, he could live.

Lucas looked back up at the creature’s shining white and red fur and muttered under his breath, “‘And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not,’ John 1:5.”

“What was that?” the creature asked.

“The Bible,” Lucas replied. “And, okay. Do it.”

The creature tilted his head, regarding him for a moment before it smiled. “Lay back for me, would you, and close your eyes.”

Lucas tentatively laid back and after a moment of staring at the pale wolf covered in blood looming over him, he closed his eyes.

This wasn’t suicide, he decided. It was hope.

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When Lucas woke up, he wasn’t in bed. Instead he woke up in a dark gray void, seemingly devoid of all life. He looked around and found nothing, just the dark gray dusted ground and the slightly lighter gray featureless sky.

“Ah,” Lucas deflated, “I’m in hell.”

“Not quite kiddo,” a familiar voice announced from behind him.

Lucas spun around to face the creature, only to find its voice wasn’t the only thing about that that had changed. Now, instead of its voice echoing around in his mind with an inhuman rumbling depth to it, it sounded much more like a regular human man’s voice.

It also looked human to.

The monster stared down at where he sat, looking almost indistinguishable from a regular human. It stood above him with the pale, almost pure white skin and white hair so light it seemed to glow hanging messily just over his shoulders. His eyes were the same glowing crimson and his teeth were sharp when he smiled. He didn’t look like anyone Lucas had ever seen before, though he’d not really met many people, but Lucas was fairly sure he’d seen people that looked like the creature on TV, smiling and laughing with other beautiful people.

“Though,” he continued, “I will grant you the comparison, I mean, wow kid, this is hands down the most depressing mind I’ve ever been in. Can’t you, like, imagine some flowers or something?”

Their surroundings remained stagnant.

The monster sighed, “Ah well, not quite sure what I expected really.”

“So,” Lucas looked around, “We’re inside my head?”

“I mean, technically you’ve always been in here kiddo, I’m just hitching a ride” the monster crouched down and ruffled his hair again, now with his new human hand. Lucas scowled as he swatted it away, nearly cutting himself on the monster’s long and very sharp nails.

“Ooooooh, testy testy,” the creature laughed as it continued to try and pet Lucas’ hair.

“Why do you look like a person?” Lucas asked as he continued to battle the monster’s hands for rights over his head.

“Figured it would make you more comfortable, which it has so I was right,” the creature finally relented, rolling back and sitting cross-legged in front of him.

Lucas scowled, but couldn’t argue. It was easier talking to the thing when it looked like a person as opposed to the giant hulking creature. He was still intimidating looking with his red eyes, muscular body and sharp white nails, but less so.

“So, I’m asleep?” Lucas asked.

“Bingo again,” the monster grinned, “Your body is very weak, but we can fix that.”

“And we’re going to be… together for a while?” Lucas asked.

“At least two years,” the monster hummed, “We’ll see what happens after that.”

“Okay,” Lucas nodded, not sure why he specified two years, “So, um, what should I call you then?”

The monster gave him a huge grin, his eyes twinkling mischievously, “You could try my name.”

“You have a name?”

“Wow!” The creature put a hand to his chest, “That’s very rude! Yes I have a name you twerp.”

“Twerp?”

“It means you’re a little brat,” the monster laughed. “But for your information, my name is Æthane.”

“Æthane?” Lucas asked.

“Sure is, but I suppose as I’ll be looking after you from now on you can just call me your new daddy,” Æthane smirked.

Lucas wasn’t sure what face he made but it must have been amusing because Æthane almost immediately tilted his head back in howling laughter.

“You’re too much kiddo I swear,” he grinned, “Something tells me we’re gonna get along just fine for the duration of our time together.”

Lucas really hoped so.

Not like he had a choice.

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I love this so much, it hits just the right spot, fuck em up Supervillain, you get yo kid!

An Cumhachd A Thig Le Cùram

The Power That Comes With Caring

This is my secret santa gift for @esperosisdoeswriting! Their prompt was Villain and/or monster dad that is quite evil but very much loves and adores his power-less child. Found family highly encouraged. I hope you like it Esper!

WARNINGS: violence, death, cussing

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Supervillain was shoved in the direction of the cop car. "Alright, ALRIGHT I'm going! Fuck off!" he said while walking in that direction.

How angry he was. These stupid heroes treating him like nothing more than a herd cattle! It was infuriating.

If Child weren't nearby he'd tear out the throats of everyone around him.

He sat down in the back and was closed in there for a bit. Apparently getting him into custody wasn't the first priority.

He heard squabbling. One of the voices sounded like Child. They were probably so scared right now, those heroes taking their parent away from them, no wonder they were resisting.

Eventually the car started moving, the person in the passenger's seat asking Supervillain questions.

"Yes, I kidnapped them." "No, that kid is not someone I kidnapped." "My history of torture does not apply here." "Those heroes? They're dead. Pissed me off too much while I held them hostage, kept asking for food or water." "Her screams were oh so delightful. You should've been there." "Leave the kid out of this."

He had no reason to hide anything he did. Infact he took much pride in all his crimes.

And why wouldn't he? He was Supervillain. He marked everything thoroughly once he realized the cops would never find him.

He was… ticked off about that, to say the least. Child was just a kid. A powerless one at that. If there was ever a group of people that would take advantage of them, exploit them, even abuse them, it would be the police and heroes.

Except now they had. And now they had Child too.

They arrived at the agency. "C'mon, get out. We're putting you in custody."

"No."

"No?" one of the heroes sneered.

"Tell me where my kid is or I'm not getting out of this damn vehicle."

Laughter. Laugher that made the supervillain see red. Laughter that made him almost break the cuffs right then and there.

"Tell me where they are right now or so help me-"

He was cut off by a sniggering hero, "You're infront of a hero agency. Whatever you do, you have an army's worth of heroes to contend with. You ain't gonna do shit."

"Tell me where they are."

A superior walked up to the group. "What's the hold up? I need him in a cell, STAT."

"He won't leave the car unless we tell him where the kid we found in his house is."

You fuckers that's my child.

The superior sighed. "Just tell him, we can't waste anymore time."

One of the heroes rolled their eyes then turned to Supervillain. "Fine. They're being brought to our agency and held in an interrogation room for a while where you can't get to them while we figure out why they were there."

He finally stepped out of the car, satisfied with that. Child would be here too. He was okay with that.

He was led down into the facility, celebratory cheers following him at every turn while the heroes led him on.

Something isn't right.

He could sense it. Deep down. Call it parental instinct. Something was wrong.

He stopped moving. The heroes started shouting at him, pushing, trying to drag him. He tuned them out. Their methods didn't work as his body didn't budge.

Then, he heard it.

His child was screaming.

And so the cuffs broke.

Red, red, everything was red as the screams turned from a child's fear to adults' pain. He lashed out, tearing out their throats, hearts, lungs, whichever of the vital body parts was closest.

The shadows of his power stretching far and wide and terrorizing the whole damn agency.

He would not stop until he found his kid.

Rushing through the halls, leaving marks across every surface his shadows scraped. Like a wild beast searching for its prey.

You fuckers better pray to whatever gods you follow that I'll be quick.

People started fighting back, there was electricity, punches, force fields, weapons. None of it was Child. And so the rage continued.

He hunted, hunted, tracking down the heroes that stole his child, took them from his home.

Clawing his way through the bodies separating him from his kin.

And there they were. Child, crying, backed against a wall while Supervillain crushed the skull of the hero they were cowering from.

His mind cleared, his child was in front of him. And he had just killed.

Out of everything, that was his one rule. No villainy in front of his kid. In front of Child. But now…

He walked forward, wary. Would they even look at him the same? Would there be fear in their eyes?

He knelt down in front of them. "Hey. I'm… sorry you had to see that. I understand if you're-"

"PAPA!" Child suddenly lunged forward and buried their head in his chest, sobbing and shaking like a leaf.

He was stunned, to say the least. "Yeah, it's me." He stroked their hair a little bit.

They cried and cried, finally safe, finally secure. They didn't care that Supervillain had just murdered every hero in the building, they were finally okay because their father was here.

And he wasn't leaving them any time soon.

He wasn't Hero afterall.

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[esperosisdoeswriting]

Christmas Secret Santa!

Heyo, I participated in the Writing discord Secret Santa this year and I got @deckofaces to write for! I hope they enjoy the snippet!

Villain rubbed their eyes with their fist, the words in front of them starting to blur together. Their head was pounding and they had forgotten what it felt like to not be dizzy, but it was fine. Everything was… It was perfectly fine. They just needed to get done with the plan, review some more blueprints, figure out a few more logistics. They were almost done.

They were always almost done.

It was fine.

“You’re not fine,” Other Villain butted in and, oh, great, they were here again.

“Other Villain,” Villain sighed, not even bothering to look over their shoulder at them.

“Could you for once just, take a break?” Other Villain continued as Villain heard steps approaching them from behind.

Villain didn’t have time for a break, “I’m fine, I don’t need a break,” Villain argued back.

“You have time for a break,” Other Villain replied, completely ignoring what Villain had said outloud. “Just delegate for once.”

Villain huffed, “I thought I told you it was rude to reply to people’s thoguhts instead of their words.

Other Villain shrugged, “I wouldn’t have ot if you were even remotely honest with me, let alone yourself.”

“Still rude,” Villain hummed, “as they made anouther note on the blueprints.”

Other Villain placed their hand over Villains, causing them to jump which only made the dizziness worse. They finally dared to look at their former friend.

“I’d like to think we’re still friends,” Other Villain told them, “Unless you’d prefer to be closer.”

“I can’t…” Villain looked away, “You know I can’t associate with you anymore.”

“Because of Super Villain,” Other Villain supplied.

“You knew the consequences of what you were doing,” Villain told them.

Other Villain sighed, “And yet, it had to be done.”

“If Super Villain see you-”

“Yeah yeah I know, I know,” Other Villain waved their hand, “horrible consequences for both of us. Just… Try to take care of yourself. You’re no used to anyone if you work yourself to death, I’d especiallly be sad about it.”

Villain laughed hollowly, “You’re never embarrassed to say stuff like that.”

Other Villain shrugged, “Should I be?”

“Guess not,” Villain’s lips twitched. They admired Other Villain’s honesty, it was something they’d never been able to quite manage despite themself. Maybe that was why Other Villain’s mental prying never did bother them as much as it should have. Other Villain smiled at them, the message having been received loud and clear.

“Take care of yourself,” Other Villain told them before they disappeared into the night.

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“What did I tell you?” Other Villain sighed having appeared over Villains shoulder and, oh, if they were able to sneak up on Villain that’s… That’s not a good sign. Other Villain had never been especially sneaky.

“I resent that comment,” Other Villain huffed, “I’ll have you know I can be quite stealthy when I want to be.”

“You need to go,” Villain sighed, the words on the page swimming in front of them.

“You need to sleep, or eat, or probably both.”

“I can manage fine,” Villain insisted.

Other Villain scoffed, “Please, you can’t even read what’s on the paper in front of you, do you seriously think you’re going to be able to get anything done like that?”

“I have to try,” Villain insisted.

“YOu have to take a break,” Other Villain countered.

“Super Villain won’t see it that way,” Villain continued as they tried to line up their pen with the lines on the page.

“Super Villain is an asshole and doesn’t deserve you,” Other Villain laid their hand over Villain’s, “Do they even appreciate what you do? Do they even thank you?”

No.

“That’s not important,” Villain tried to release their hand from Other Villain’s grip but their grasp remained firm, or maybe Villain was just too weak to fight it. Probably the latter.

“It is important!” Other Villain bristled, “It’s so important I-!” they gritted their teeth as their grip tightened on Villain’s hand. “They can’t keep doing this, Super Villain can’t keep doing this, they can’t just keep… keep taking shit like this…”

“It’s not…” I’m not that important.

“You are!” Other Villain cut off their thoughts, “you’re so important you’re-! Just-! Damn it!” Other Villain ran a hand through their hair. “Please, just, let me take care of you.”

“I have… I have more work to do,” Villain refused to look at them.

“Let Super Villain clean up their own mess for a change,” Other Villain’s hand gently touched the side of Villain’s face, causing them to gasp, and Other Villain ever so carefully guided Villain’s face up to look at them. “You deserve a break, besides, if Super Villain really is all that great, they should be able to figure things out themselves, right?”

“I…”

“Just say yes,” Other VIllain pleaded, “Just let me take care of you. Let me do this.”

“I…” Villain couldn’t bring themself to agree, couldn’t bring themself to say yes and ask for help, to reach back to the hand that was helping them when they were drowning. Everything screamed at them not to accept, that they were fine, that they could keep going, that they needed the help, that they weren’t fine, that they needed to keep going anyway. The words were stuck in their throat and they couldn’t possibly get them out.

But it was alright, Other Villain had heard them loud and clear.

“Come with me.”

Villain couldn’t find it in themself to refuse.

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I have done an audio reading of the Prologue of Nobody's Fool, so if you're interested in listening to me read my story, feel free to listen. I'll also post the text in case you want to read along. This is the final draft, so this is what will be in the book once it's published.

Also, voice reveal, I guess?

Prologue, Word Count: 2,088

The clouds began to darken bit by bit as they rolled over the wheat fields and gentle mountains. The blue sky slowly retreated behind the deep gray clouds that swelled with the promise of rain.

Victoria pouted as she stared out the classroom window, her chin resting on her palm, light brown fingers curled against her face, as her other hand idly twirled her black hair. She hadn't brought her umbrella today. She didn't think she would need it. When her mom shooed her and her brothers out the door that morning, there wasn't a cloud in the sky. But harsh winds had blown storm clouds overhead as she sat in class all day.

She really wished school wasn't so boring, considering it was where she spent a lot of her time. She wished they taught magic, even just the basics or history of it, or something. Victoria knew she couldn't use magic, no matter how badly she wanted to, no matter how unfair it was that she couldn't. But it would be nice to just learn about it! Plus, it was way more interesting than math, English, and-

"Victoria," Mrs. Lance called out to her, snapping the girl's attention back to her teacher. "Do you know the answer?"

Victoria blinked as the rest of the class turned and stared at her. "Uhh… Yeah! It's… um…" she wracked her brain, desperate to try and remember what the question was.

Mrs. Lance sighed in annoyance as Victoria stalled, "Victoria. You're in 5th grade. You should know how old the Empress is."

"Oh!" Victoria perked up, "She's 743 years old, right?"

Mrs. Lance's annoyed expression melted into a smile, "That's correct, Victoria. Our wise and powerful Empress is 743 years old, having been born in the year 1257. Now, can anyone tell me when she founded the great American Empire?"

A hand shot straight up into the air from across the room, the owner of the pale arm hidden from Victoria's view by the other children.

"Yes, Samantha?"

"The American Empire was founded in the year 1282 after the fall of the British Isles 718 years ago," the little girl announced.

"Very good!" Mrs. Lance praised her as she wrote the dates down on the chalkboard, some of the children scribbling in their notebooks while others, like Victoria, kept their eyes trained on the clock above Mrs. Lance's head, counting the seconds until class was over for the day. A flash of yellow caught the corner of Victoria's eye and she turned to look. The girl from before, Samantha, was leaning back in her chair to peer at her.

Waves of blonde hair cascaded off her shoulders as she smiled at Victoria, peeking her head behind the back of another student to catch her eye. Victoria blinked at her, and Samantha smiled brighter.

The school bell rang shrilly, cutting Mrs. Lance off mid-sentence as her classmates began to launch themselves out of their seats.

"Remember to do your math homework! I want to see the whole worksheet done by school tomorrow!" Mrs. Lance called out to them as a small group of boys practically ran out of the room, their feet pounding on the wooden boards. Victoria gathered up her own things and glanced back toward Samantha, only catching a glimpse of her blonde hair and bright pink dress as she disappeared out the door.

She shrugged and threw her bag over her shoulder, following another group of her classmates towards the door.

"Victoria," Mrs. Lance stopped her.

Victoria frowned and looked at her teacher, "Yeah?"

"Try to pay more attention in class, ok?"

"I got the answer right," she pouted.

"Only after I reminded you what the question was," Mrs. Lance pointed out.

"Then just ask me the question again," she shrugged.

"That's not the point-"

"I gotta help mama with the chickens. It's gonna rain," Victoria cut her off as she hurried out the door, ignoring the annoyed sound Mrs. Lance made as she left.

She made her way down the short hallway towards the main entrance as the other classes began to funnel out as well, filling the hallways with chatter and excited laughter. Victoria glanced at the window and scowled as water droplets began to splash against the glass. She was hoping she could make it home before it began to rain, but it was just her luck that it started right as she was leaving.

She heard squeals and giggles from the other kids as they zipped up their brightly colored raincoats and pulled out their umbrellas before jumping out the door. A few even changed into rain boots before running outside just as the rain began to fall properly.

Victoria's scowl deepened as she stepped to the side, letting the other children pass her by, watching her classmates laugh and play in the rain as they began the long trek down the mountain. She looked down at her own clothes, old sneakers, jean shorts, and her favorite white T-shirt with flowers on it. Not exactly the best clothes to brave the oncoming downpour.

She let out a sigh and braced herself for the chill. It was still early autumn, so it shouldn't be too cold, and she could always have a bath when she got home to warm up. Although mom would take her back outside when she got home to help with the chickens, so probably best to take her bath after that. But she definitely needed to take it before dinner, or dad would be furious.

But she could worry about that after she got home.

She knew if she took the forest path, the trees would shield her from the majority of the rain as she made her way down the hill to town, but she also knew that the rain would turn the path slick with mud, and if she tracked mud into the house, mom would rip her ear off while screaming bloody murder at her.

The other option was the winding road leading down the hill, safer but with less tree coverage, meaning she would definitely get completely soaked before she made it back home. Not that she was planning on staying dry anyway, but it was a lot longer of a trek.

She didn't really like either option, but she couldn't exactly spend the night at school, and she knew her parents weren't gonna bring the car around for her.

"Quit being a baby, Viccy," Xavier, her older brother, swatted her on the back of the head before walking out into the rain.

"I'm not being a baby!" Victoria shouted after him as Lamar, her younger brother, followed quickly behind him, sticking his tongue out at her. "I'm just weighing my options!"

Xavier rolled his brown eyes, "You're in your own head way too much. Stop thinking so hard. You're gonna fry your brain."

"Not that there's much to fry!" Lamar giggled before Xaiver swatted him in the back of the head, causing him to whine.

"Be nice to your older sister, squirt."

"She's only a year older than me!" he whined.

"That means you're seven years younger than me in dog years!" Victoria called back to them as they continued to walk away.

"Shut up!" he yelled back at her, "You're ugly!"

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever," Victoria muttered under her breath. She didn’t even consider walking home with her brothers. She learned her lesson the last time when Lamar stomped his feet in the muddy water, splashing it all over the backs of her legs. Xavier wasn’t happy about Lamar getting mud all over the both of them, but was less happy when Victoria had shoved Lamar into a puddle.

Well, she had told him to stop, and it was only fair they were all dirty.

"Um, excuse me?" came a familiar voice from behind Victoria. She turned, finding almost all of the other kids had left, leaving only herself, the other girl, and a few others quietly mingling about.

Samantha smiled at her, "You're Victoria, Victoria Carter, right?"

"Yeah, that's me?" Victoria blinked at her, "What's up?"

The girl's smile brightened as her vibrant golden eyes seemed to sparkle. Victoria had never seen eyes quite like her's before. Almost everyone's eyes were the same deep brown as Victoria's around Spring Haven. But Samantha's eyes seemed to almost glow as she looked at Victoria.

"My name is Samantha! And I was wondering if you wanted to walk home with me?" She beamed, "I brought an extra umbrella. Blue is your favorite color, right?"

"It is…" Victoria looked down at the offered umbrella, "How did you know that?" Victoria asked, her eyes narrowed. "You only arrived at school today, didn't you? Were you asking around about me or something?"

Samantha's face flushed pink as she mumbled out, "Oh no! I wasn't! It's not like that!" She continued to flush pink, "This is way harder than I thought it would be!"

"Thought what would be?" Victoria asked.

"Well, it's… You see… I actually have a superpower," Samantha explained, "I'm an oracle!"

Victoria's jaw dropped as she stared at Samantha in shock, "You can see the future?"

"Yup!" Samantha beamed, "That's how I knew your favorite color is blue! I looked into the future and saw it was going to rain, then I saw you reacted happily to a blue umbrella, so I brought one!"

"That's so cool," Victoria smiled back at her. "But wait, why are you helping me out?"

"Well, I was thinking we could talk about it on our way home?" she offered.

"Hmmm," Victoria loudly hummed to herself, Samantha squirming a bit as she anticipated her answer. "Will you tell me more about your superpowers?"

"Yes!" Samantha eagerly agreed.

"Then you've got a deal," Victoria grinned as she took the blue umbrella from Samantha's hand, leaving the bright pink umbrella to the blonde girl. She continued to grin to herself as she took a step outside, the rain drumming against her umbrella, but not a drop reaching her body as Samantha joined her in the chilly autumn air.

Raindrops splashed on fallen leaves and slid down green grass blades. Already formed puddles wetted their shoes as they walked down the path to the school gate. Other children gleefully jumped into larger puddles, and kicked water at each other as Victoria and Samantha walked past them.

Rays of light parted the heavens and lazily drew lines across the farmlands surrounding their school, the fields glistening as the light caught the raindrops clinging to the leaves.

Once they were past the mouth of the school gate, Samantha began to speak once more, "So you know I can see the future, but I can also see people's emotions."

"Really?" Victoria stared at her as they walked the winding path down the mountain.

"Yeah!"

"Oh wow…" Victoria thought for a moment before asking, "What do emotions look like?"

"Well," Samantha hummed, "good emotions look bright and happy, kind of like sunshine. While bad emotions look thick and black, like a rain cloud hovering around someone," she replied, her eyes staring up at the sky.

Victoria also looked up, her eyes trained on the rain clouds as the water fell around them. They walked in silence for a moment before Victoria asked, "What do I look like?"

Samantha looked at her and hummed in consideration for a moment before smiling, "You look like the sun. Warm and bright, like there's a halo around her head."

Victoria smiled at that, pleased. "You said you could see the future. Does that mean you can see people's emotions in the future too? Or, is it like a separate thing?"

"That's mostly all I can see," Samantha replied, "just clumps of colors and feelings that get more muddled the more in the future it gets. Sometimes, I can see pictures, like the rain or someone's face, but usually, it's just feelings."

"Did you see me in the future?" Victoria asked, and Samantha smiled as she nodded. "Does that mean we're destined to be friends or something?"

Samantha stopped in her tracks for a moment, Victoria continuing for a few steps before stopping and turning to look at her. Samantha's eyes were closed, golden light spilling from beneath her eyelids as she smiled. She stood silently like that for a few moments before she opened her eyes once more, the glow fading as she looked at Victoria.

Victoria opened her mouth to speak, but Samantha spoke first.

"Yes, Victoria. I foresee a very bright future together."

Victoria looked at Samantha in surprise for a moment before grinning. "Sounds like fun! Let's make sure that happens then, 'kay?"

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Heyo I’m alive lol

Heyo, sorry for the prolonged absence, I am, in fact, alive. Been busy, but have also been writing, mostly fanfiction (yes my writing career has gone full circle and I’m writing fanfiction again). Reason I haven’t been posting lately is mostly just cause I’ve been, again, busy, and because I’ve just gotten very mentally tired of the precevied void-screaming that is posting prompts on Tumblr.

I’ll be back here eventually, but there are likely going to be a lot of big changes when I do. However, if you still enjoy my writing I have some updates and places you can read what I’ve been working on.

1. Nobody’s Fool is complete, Huzzah! currently looking into publishing companies and the merits of self-publishing. If anyone has any advice on that they want to share, let me know!

2. If you enjoy Mob Psycho 100 and my writing, perhaps you will enjoy the short 5 chapter fic I wrote called “A Costly Mistake” [Takes place somewhere in season 2, so spoliers for Season 1 and approximately the first half of season 2]

3. If you instead enjoy The Magnus Archives and my writing, perhaps you will enjoy the ongoing fic I am currently writing called “Right by Them” [TAKES PLACE AFTER THE END OF THE SERIES SO... MASSIVE SPOILERS]

That’s all I’ve got so far, I hope everyone is doing well.

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Prompt #671

[Villain] grabbed [Hero] and threw them into a headlock, [Hero] struggled for a few moments before the cold tip of steel pressed against their temple.

“Stop it right now!” [Villain] growled at [Boss] “or I swear I’ll blow their brains out.”

[Boss] glanced at [Villain], their fingers pausing on the keyboard. They glanced at [Hero] for a split second, just long enough to process it was them, before they turned their attention back to the screen, their typing continuing.

“Shoot them,” [Boss] replied, disinterested.

“Wow, thanks.”

“You’re immortal,” [Boss] continued typing.

[Villain] sputtered, “What?!”

“Yeah but,” [Hero] sighed dramatically, “You could, I dunno, pretend to care?”

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Prompt #670

“If you use the amnesiac pill too often you’ll start suffering long term brain damage and memory-loss,” [Friend] begged them, “You can’t!”

“I’m just using it this once!” [Protagonist] insisted, “I’ll be fine just this once.”

“That’s what you’ve said every time!” [Friend] nearly screamed as they kept hold of jar of pills.

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Prompt #669

“I leave for five minutes and when I come back, half the place is on fire!” [Super Villain] scolded them.

“In our defense!” [Villain] piped up, “The fire was started before you had left.”

“A candle!” [Super Villain] yelled, “You had a tea-cup candle! What!? Do you want me to child-proof the place now?!”

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Prompt #668

“Y-You!” [Villain] sputtered as they looked between [Vigilante] and what they had done, “You can’t do that!!” they screamed.

[Vigilante] shrugged, “Well I just did so obviously that's not true.”

“I don’t mean literally!” [Villain] began to yell, their voice tinged with hysteria, “I mean you shouldn’t!”

[Vigilante] just shrugged again.

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Prompt #667

“Why are you helping me?” [Hero] grunted in pain as [Villain] began to quickly disinfect their wound.

“You help people all the time,” they hummed, “Is it really all that surprising someone would return the favor?” “I’m a hero, it’s my job,” [Hero] stared at them. “You’re a villain, meaning it’s decidedly not your job to help people, especially not me.”

“Ah well,” [Villain] focused on their wound, “call it some remnants of the hippocratic oath I broke long ago still kicking.”

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Prompt #666

[Caretaker] watched silently, their hatred only masked by their neutral expression as [Whumpee] shivered in the cold, [Whumper]’s hand heavy on the back of their neck as they counted the money in the briefcase.

“Looks like everythings in order,” [Whumper] finally grinned at them, snapping the briefcase closed as their gaze fell on [Caretaker]. They pushed [Whumpee] forward as they stumbled, barely able to move.

“It’s been a pleasure,” [Whumper] turned, “Let’s do this again sometime, alright?”

[Caretaker] didn’t reply, more focused on helping [Whumpee] off the ground. The pair watched [Whumper] get into their car and begin to drive away, [Whumpee] huddled in [Caretaker]’s arms.

“You shouldn’t have given it to them,” [Whumpee] whimpered, “It wasn’t worth it.”

“You’re right, it wasn’t,” [Caretaker] hummed as they fished the small remote out of their pocket, “But this is.”

They pressed the button and [Whumper]’s car exploded in a large fireball, the boom echoing like thunder as the car and its contents were incinerated.

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Prompt #665

“Why the hell are you like this?!” [Hero] demand, rage finally bubbling over the surface as another- the last of [Super Villain]’s countless victims fell, bloody and mutilated, from their hands.

“Cause my mommy didn’t hug me enough as a child,” they snarked, sneering and laughing like this was all some kind of joke.

“A serious answer!”

They hummed, “Violent video games?”

[Hero] stormed up to them, their face scarlet from rage, “I want a seriously answer you sick fuck!”

They rolled their eyes, “Cause I’m telepathic.”

[Hero] took a step back at that, “What?”

“Cause I’m telepathic,” [Super Villain] shrugged, “and their thoughts are vile, it makes me sick to listen to. Human traffickers, child abusers, predators… All their thoughts flood into my head and it just makes me so angry I can’t stop myself from inflicting the same pain to them as they love to dish out to others.” [Super Villain] stared down impassively as they wiped blood from their face, only succeeding to smear it further across their cheek and nose.

[Hero] stared at them in shock and [Super Villain] began to laugh, but all the mirth was gone from their eyes, “What? You wanted a serious answer.”

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Prompt #664

“Get out of my friend's body!” [Hero] demanded, pointing their weapon at [Other Hero], who only shook their head sadly in response.

“You aren’t listening, I am your friend,” they tried- or rather the thing inside their body tried to explain.

“Bull shit!” [Hero] yelled, “You can’t trick me, I know you’re in there! You crawled inside them-”

“-Over fifteen years ago,” [Other Hero] cut them off. “I crawled inside the body of this brain dead person over fifteen years ago. That’s what I mean when I say I am your friend, not this body.” [Other Hero] willed them to understand.

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