#✖ writings.

[jfouler]

TRICKED‼️

glimpses of the past. / acceptin'

TRICKED (for a scene from my muse's past in which they misled, tricked, or lied to someone)

jamie's dad jumpscare! i dont think this needs any warnings except mentions of death/blood bc of jamie's dad's whole horror author thing. also hes kinda mean but nothing wild

-🌲🌲🌲- The hum of the air conditioner is the only noise in the quiet house, droning on in the background as a young Jamie stands in the kitchen, the tile floor cold through his socks. The boy grabs a small bag of chips with careful hands, struggling to quietly open it without too much crinkling. No luck.

The wooden stairs creak beneath the feet of who could only be his father, and he freezes - Mom's footsteps are light and precise while Helena's are quick, and she always skips the bottom step. The wind rustles the branches outside, as if to signal his father's presence.

"Why aren't you in bed?" Mitchell asks. His voice is a low, tired rumble; a voice of a man who doesn't often put it to use unless to scold or command. Anything else is confined to pen and paper, preserved for its value. 

"I was hungry," Jamie responds, voice as soft as the wind outside. "And I couldn't sleep."

Mitch replies with a noncommittal grunt, trudging over to him. He towers over the boy.  

"And? You know the rules. You stay in your room, doors locked after ten." Without a warning, Mitch steps forward and snatches the bag from Jamie's hands. "What are you even doing in there to be up at one in the goddamn morning?"

There's a flicker of an idea in Jamie's eyes. He peers up at his father through his untrimmed bangs that Mitchell keeps telling him to cut. 

"I was reading the book you gave me."

Mitchell cocks an eyebrow. Jamie can see a faint smile creep up beneath his beard. A reaction he expected, and yet, to see his father smile is almost eerie in itself - Like something uncanny. Like feeling something in the woods staring back at you. Yet he can't quite parse why.

"Oh really? Which part?"

"The one where the lady, uh… kills her husband. Like, she buries him alive or whatever." Jamie shrugs. He'd flipped through the pages and skimmed, and that's what he gathered from his father's characteristic grotesque imagery. Reading his words, blood and guts arranged in a poetic bouquet, you'd think he'd lived it; seen a corpse, held a bleeding heart in his calloused hands, buried someone alive, killed a man.

Mitchell snaps his fingers in approval. "Ah. Yes. That's a good one. Did you read what-"

He's cut off when Jamie's stomach audibly growls. With an exasperated sigh and a roll of his eyes, Mitchell tears open the chip bag with ease. He grabs a sizable handful for himself and shovels it into his mouth before handing it back to his son. 

"Don't tell your mother."

#i kinda popped off with this one actually #✖ writings. #like father like son - stroke their ego and they'll be nice to you #mitchell vc never let them know your next move [chomping noises]

[crowsandmurder]

Continued // @writtenxbeginnings

The words alone had Haley smiling, feeling like she was back in high school. Nathan was good at making her feel like that, always making her feel special. It was something that had made her fall for him all those years ago. "I think you should go ahead and ask me anyway. Just because." She grinned, eyes moving around the room. It was one of the first big events back in Tree Hill, and she supposed they had Julian and the TV show to thank for that. A part of her was excited - she missed getting to dress up and have fun with her friends. Plus, Jamie was old enough to stay home and watch Lydia for them.

Nathan really wasn't the best dancer, and that was putting it mildly. He could dance with his girl though. He'd always call Haley his girl. She was a woman, a wife, a mother, so many things, more thngs than she would even call herself, but she was Haley James, his girl. Okay, she could be Haley James Scott. "Well if you insist. Do you want to dance with me, Haley James? I promise to only step on your feet like 20 times?" It was a pretty big night. Julian had his new TV show, which if Nathan was honest, he still felt like Luke deserved this over Julian. It was Luke's book being turned into a TV show, but he kept his mouth shut. They had left the boy alone with Lydia and as far as he knew, Haley hadn't called to check on them yet. He was old enough and he wanted to spend an evening out. They deserved it. He was finally in a place where he wasn't going to Europe. After the kidnapping, it was agreed that he wasn't going to Europe anytime soon.

#writtenxbeginnings #I could love you forever [Haley] #Always & forever [Nathan & Haley] #V: Someday is today [Post Show] #✖ [character: nathan scott] #I love writing them with you too and I have missed you <3

[sansloii]

“ You hate me 'cause I'm the switch that you lie to yourself about being.”

“And every day, ya give me a useless fuckin' opinion on my sex life — which I don't remember askin' ask for.”

#⚜ ┊ ( commentary. ) #✖ ┊ ⧼ ambition is not a dirty word ⧽ ⇹ ( m. ) #✖ ┊ ⧼ the guns aren’t just for show ⧽ ⇹ ( e. ) #.a thought i just hand since i'm writing something spicy for evan #.and he opened his big mouth to bully mikah

[blkkizzat]

oh snap!

Ty for all the love my Kinktober post is getting! I'm really excited to start writing for it!

My plan is to finish writing my Geto - Bumpy Ride fic hopefully by Fri/Sat so I can start on the first Kinktober fic. I start grad school again officially next Weds (2nd yr MBA woo!) so want to get a head start writing so I can post something on Oct 1st to kick off the month!

Still not sure what the first fic will be. I want to post for someone I haven't before so leaning towards kicking it off with a story from the Smooth Criminals: Choso, Nanami or Gojo. Before doing one from Thrilling Ghouls (likely Geto first)

#☾﹒✖☠𝘬𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳 #excited for my first kinktober #kinktober 2023 #can't wait to read others jjk kinktober fics too #if you writing jjk kinktober lmk I wanna be tagged lol #jjk kinktober

[magiichour]

Roxas had gotten into an unexpected battle with some Heartless that left him feeling a little less than ideal. after the battle, the blond had found a nearby bench not too far from him and collapsed onto it, laying down and promptly closing his eyes while he tried to recover.

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[varnaedhar]

"If you're going to bitch about how old you are, then fucking perish."

#( dash commentary ) / ✖ flying overhead . #/ qrow can't bitch about being old #/ because then raven has to accept ~she's~ old #/ also i finally finished rae's icons. now i don't have to drop kick them into the border each time i write a reply.

[silkchvffon]

THE EVENING IS BITING COLD WHEN esma exits the hotel, heels clicking rhythmically and fast against the marble steps. ryder moves like a ghostly figure ahead of her into the crowded new york streets, but it feels like they're completely alone. her hand has been in lucas' all night, but her eyes have been on ryder — it's easy to abandon her own engagement party, her fiancé, when her soul still yearns for him. « ryder, » his name falls softly from esma's lips as catches up to him and extends him his coat that he's either forgotten or deliberately left behind. once their eyes lock it's like all the air is punched right out of her chest, but she invited him and she can't just let him leave in the state he's in. and she certainly is incapable of letting him go. « are you getting home safe ? i can call my driver, or i could have a room ready, just ... maybe you shouldn't be out right now. » her fault. his broken expression, her own shattered heart — her fault.

@invcntions

#when i tell u i screamed while writing this #❛ ✖︎ — ch — e kahveci. ° #❛ ✖︎ — int — esma ╱ ryder. ° #❛ ✖︎ — ft — r ellion. °

[fastfists]

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[KIA SCREAMING SOUND EFFECTS] THANK YOU Q3Q Honestly? Right back at you, I adore your Knuckles so much and its fun to see us both having the same ideas sometimes for the boi. The Knuckles synergy is real. But I'm glad you enjoy mine too, I get worried a lot when I write him...whether I'm under or overplaying his strength, if his personality is alright, or just in general how he acts. I want to do this boy justice since he is one of my absolute favs. So, it makes me happy to hear you enjoy him QwQ

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[gloireceleste]

"My little pocket angel." Jack hums, wrapping his arms around Aziraphale.

the principality offers a very light tap of a book on jack's hands.

" yes, yes, well, you do not have to mock me like this. "

he huffs, his free hand nervously closing his fingers on one of the immortal's sleeves - barely touching it with his fingertips even, yet still there - hoping to god that it'd be enough for jack to understand he did not, in fact, wanted him to let go. but jack's not crowley. jack did not have 6000 years to learn every bit of him so he can only hope, pray and pray again that the very small gesture saying 'stay' was enough to supersede the bigger one saying 'off of me, young man'.

" plus, i would not actually fit in your pocket, don't be ridiculous. "

#protectxthem #✖┋aziraphale has spoken ( answered. ) #( i don't have icons for him yet and it annoys me but my brain made me choose between icons or writing ) #( so i'll kick my ass later xD )

[hlysins]

Social rules and etiquette always eluded the demon; coming to a big city like New York was perhaps the last thing the exorcist in training should have done. The buildings here were less intriguing than he had found Kyoto Tower to be. He was drawn out of his thoughts as he felt someone else bump into him; he had been pushed around one too many times today. A scowl soon found a home on his features as he turned around. ❝ What the hell, man? Can't you see I'm standing here?! ❞ He inquired bitterly, despite having been the one standing there staring up at the skyline. Ever the hot head, he found no fault within himself. He had come a long way since walking around with his tail visible and had gotten the perfect lie to explain away his ears and teeth. He was only here on some stupid exchange that Mephisto had set up despite his protests. ❝ Try that again, and you'll be wearing that coffee of yours. ❞ He hadn't even been in the city for a full day and was already about to start fights with the locals.

❝ Geez, everybody in this city has no damn manners. What the hell are you all in a rush for? ❞ He demanded, certainly calling the kettle black. He had the mind to start a fight, hoping it would send him back home. Studying abroad would not help him get to the point in which he could beat the shit out of Satan. Here he had to be even more careful about his true nature and what he did, begrudgingly following the guidelines placed upon him. The only good thing about being halfway across the world was that Shura and Yukio were nowhere to be found. ❝ What the hell's got you so preoccupied you can't see that I am standing here, huh? ❞ He asked, once more neglecting that the entire ordeal was his fault — standing in the way on a busy New York street with little regard to the social norms and rules of the city he was in.

Arms soon folded over his chest, eyes narrowed angrily. Finding his way around the city would be problematic, and part of his annoyance came from the fact that he was lost, far too proud, and too stubborn to ask anyone for directions. ❝ Why don't I just start shovin' all of you around and see how you like it! ❞ He decided, lashing out at the new world he felt trapped in. His entire life had been spent learning that his immense strength and letting his emotions run rampant were wrong and that he needed to learn to control himself for the sake of those around him, but Shiro had taught him to embrace everything that he was and that the burdens he carried were not something he had to do alone. Despite that, he felt alone here, like he had been shipped off to another country, all for the sake and comfort of those around him who rejected him.

❝ Dammit. Could you tell me how to get to this dumbass school? ❞ He inquired, finally giving in and asking for directions.

@okeancs // ft. okumura rin

#okeancs #//hi yes i screamed happily when you followed me as someone who used to write annabeth #//anywho hope you like this if not come holler! #✖rin okumura ic║like an april lilly you have grown in death in a tragic snowy spring time

[jfouler]

remember how i said i was gonna write a sad thing with jamie and mae? i did. hi

mae and her father have a late night chat way past her bedtime! pre-divorce.

Mae sits alone in the silence of the living room, the light of the television dancing and shifting around the walls as she watches the nightly Kitchen Nightmares reruns on mute. She doesn't need anyone knowing she's awake. The plan is to sit here for a few minutes until hopefully she gets tired enough to go back to bed.

That thought is quickly shut down, however, when her parents' bedroom door opens and out come the heavy yet careful footsteps that undoubtedly belong to her father. They near the living room that flickers with light and Mae is filled with a strange combination of dread and relief—the dread of having to talk to him this late, as he'll inevitably try to, and the relief of knowing she won't have to listen to her parents' hushed arguments for a moment.

"What are you doing up?"

She feels the couch cushion next to her give as he sits down. She stares ahead at the TV. 

"Couldn't sleep," she says, "'cause you and Mom wouldn't shut up."

"Hey, now..."

"What? It's true. I can always hear you arguing, you know." Mae fidgets with her fingers.  Her father sighs.

"I'm sorry, kiddo. We're-We're not arguing, we're just... discussing. Having a discussion. You know, sometimes, as parents, as... uh... as husband and wife-"

"Does a discussion mean crying? And saying mean things? If that's discussing then what's arguing, Dad?" She asks bitterly, gripping the fabric of her shirt now as she tries to quell the already rising tide of anger. Her father can’t deny it. She’s heard her parents’ so-called discussions, the way they’ve raised their voices, the muffled sniffles and wobbles of their speech as one of them inevitably ends up crying—usually Mom—while Mae hides away in her room. It’s not violent, and nothing near the angry yelling she sees on the TV, much to Mae’s relief, but it’s all so very real and aches in her chest.

"Honey..." Her dad pauses, trying to find words. His voice is soft, tired. "C'mere, alright? Give your dear old dad a hug?"

Well, that says it, then. She's right.

Mae stiffens, face scrunching into a scowl... but she scoots closer to him anyway. He squeezes her tight and kisses the top of her head before releasing her. It’s brief but warm which makes her notice just how cold the living room is tonight. Dad smells faintly of cigarettes and Mae wonders if that was what the argument was about.

"I know it... it makes you sad, but- Just- just know we love you. Okay?"

The television illuminates his sleepy, half-closed eyes and slumped shoulders and the frown he's trying to hide. Her gaze fixes back on the carpeted floor below. She hates it. She hates these conversations. “Oh, Mae, sweetie, you’ll understand when you’re older!” She can understand fine, she thinks, she’s not a toddler. If her parents could just explain in clear words instead of... whatever this is... Her hands ball themselves into fists against her legs.

"Why can't you just get along? If you love me, then why-" she stammers, "if- if you really love me, then..." She can't put the words together, but she knows what she feels, and she bites her tongue, because it could either end up in crying around her father or making him angry, neither of which she wants. They used to be happy—why aren't they happy? If they loved her... Why does it all keep her awake at night? Did she do something, is it her? 

She stands up abruptly and marches off to her bedroom. Her father's hand brushes her wrist and she can hear him say, "I love you,"  but she doesn't look at him. She closes her door behind her as quick as she can.

#i truly channeled some of my childhood anger into this #✖ writings. #SORRY MAE. AGAIN. I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU I SWEAR #local divorce man gets bullied by 8 year old

[aeipathcy]

@shadyinfo * ✭ ❪ liked for a starter┊☓ ❫

It had been so long since she last saw any sight of the boy of her dreams. Wait, did she really just think that?! Well, maybe she was more in love with him than she thought she was. As much as the auburn-haired girl believed that distance did make the heart grow fonder, she certainly hadn't realized how bad the note they parted on was. What kind of idiot leaves on a note like a hypothetical rejection?! If she lost him for good because of that, it was her own, deserved, karma! She deserved every bit of moping and crippling loneliness that she had experienced lately!

As if the gods above pitied her for being miserable for so long, the crowd of students in front of her parted to give her a glimpse of a back she could never mistake for someone else. Could it really be? Before she could even talk herself out of her own desperation and need for this person to be the guy she liked, Reanne found herself pushing through the crowd, hoping to catch up to him. Paying no mind to the angered voices cussing her out for her pushiness, the girl forced her way past the mob of people, nearly stumbling over her own feet as she broke into a sprint.

She could barely hear the sound of her rushing footsteps as her pulse pounded in her ears, her breaths heavy and lungs gasping for air as her run finally ended with her colliding into Alex's back like the good old days. The familiar curvature of his spine where she'd rest her forehead and the way her arms easily slipped around his waist to give him the tight hug she always did made her lose every bit of composure. The emotions were welling up and she couldn't stop herself from getting lost in how relieved she was to be reunited.

❝ I-I really missed you, you know! ❞ Reanne hiccuped as tears fell from her eyes and her arms squeezed him tighter. Honestly, it took almost everything to keep herself from breaking into outright sobbing right then and there, but to find herself so utterly moved to see him again—well, she didn't know why exactly with her emotions making zero sense to her as always—but she was so, so very glad to have her treasured person back. She wouldn't dare let him go ever again! She promised herself that much for sure.

❝ I really thought you left forever—that I totally screwed up and you hated me and you decided you'd never talk to me again because of my stupid impulsivity and my reply to— ❞ Reanne couldn't bring herself to remind him of the fact she had implied she'd reject a confession from him if it were real. Although she still didn't have the courage to say 'yes', she didn't ever want to say 'no' to him again for that specific question.

#* ✭ ❪❪ reanne ↠ in character ❫. #alex┊ѕнα∂уιиfσ ✭ * #* ✭ ❪ вeιɴɢ wιтн yoυ ιѕ lιĸe lιvιɴɢ ιɴ α ғαιry тαle┊❛ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞 ✖ 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 ❜ ❫ #shadyinfo #;; my bestie I'm crying bc I can write with you again TTOTT #;; let me give us content for one of the octps

[sansloii]

Most would have called him insane - but he had the queen's orders. To never dare die, for as long as she was breathing. Such was his oath - and if there was to be a demise to greet him, it better be in her service. In her name. To protect her. And so, if he had fallen here today - he wouldn't have minded. But he certainly didn't plan for that. He fought valiantly of course, taking on the group of the opposing soldiers with absolute lack of fear in his eyes - if anything, it was pure ferocity that glinted through the slit in his visor. Their blades had cut into him from various angles - he could not defend his flanks while also trying to parry the blows from the front. But it did not matter. It did not matter how many injuries he'd sustain this day, because he would not die. He wasn't allowed to. Monster! They cried. Because what man could sustain this much assault and still stand, still hold his sword up and retaliate? Once their war cries turned into pleas for mercy, they were each silenced one by one, until the battlefield fell completely silent. The knight exhaled a rasped breath as he used his sword as a leverage to stand up properly, only to turn and head towards the way where he knew his queen would have waited. Safe. Not even then did his features soften. Not until he knelt before her, head hanging low for a moment, before clawed hands pulled his helmet off... Only then, as he glanced back up, did he offer the most gentle smile that did not befit the hellstorm that had raged across the battlefield. One of his hands reached up, tenderly caressing her cheek. “My queen, I'm so glad that you are safe. If they had even laid a hand on you, I... I'm not quite sure what I would have done.”

The queen had her breath held throughout the entire battle. She paced and worried and stressed over its outcome, lamenting the fact that she could barely see it from her army's base of operations overlooking it. More than once, she'd been told that it would be better for her to remain as a “last line of defense” by advisors… but she knew that it was just a means to keep the sovereign away from harm. They wanted her safe and for that, she could not blame them… but what use was she or the skills that she had learned if she couldn't use them for their intended purpose. If she was being perfectly honest, part of her of still wanted to take up arms and join the men fighting for her kingdom — fighting for her…

…If not for the fact that he told her the same, that is.

To her guard — to Ignis — she swore that she'd stay far away, regardless. His order, in turn, was to stay alive — that he wasn't permitted to die. It's with that oath that he marched into battle on her behalf… and she carries her promise to him heavy in her heart as she awaits his return.

She can faintly hear the roar of the battle as it rages on, the cacophony of voices and weapons clashing all melding into one. The way the symphony would rise and fall was nerve-wracking but she couldn't bring herself to turn away from it for long. Perhaps her presence was a source of morale for her men, if the whispers of how focused she was were anything to go by… but she didn't feel as though she inspired much confidence. To their credit, her army needed little guidance from her and what little she offered — to her — seemed performative…. but her job, in addition to whatever leadership role she fulfilled here, was to stay safe… it was to be safe.

As the highs of battle comes to an eerie standstill, her nerves jump into her throat awaiting the news of the outcome. “Hurry back…” is among the thoughts that fill her mind as she's finally torn away from the faraway battlefield to speak with her strategists and discuss next steps. They won, she's told, and should take the quiet and stillness to recuperate and take stock of their losses… which she agrees with. However, at the suggestion that she should return to the capital first with a select few — before the rest of their forces are to return — earns a swift rejection.

“No.” she says, her words firm. “I will stay and when my army is ready, I am ready.”

How much more obvious could it be that she was waiting for him?

It's not until she sees his towering figure cutting through the rest of the camp that the knot in her stomach begins untwisting itself. He's hurt — that much he could see from a mile back… but her guard still walked with purpose despite his injuries. Dakota is all too ready to meet him halfway, the others in the encampment fading towards the edges of her vision. She stops when he is a few steps shy of her and she nearly follows him to the ground when he drops to his knees, closing that gap between them quick as her brows knit with worry. “Ignis.” she begins to say, but the next words that she thinks to say die on her tongue as he removes his helmet.

Oh, why did have to smile at her so. Even as injured and bloody as he is — the evidence of the hellstorm he'd brought down on his enemies — Ignis smiled up at her and she could see relief ease through his features. Even after enduring all that, her safety is the first thing out of his mouth. He reaches up with a bloodied hand to cup her cheek… and she, without hesitation, leans into his touch with one of her own rising to rest atop his.

“And if you had fallen…. oh — I would've done so much worse to them.” she says softly, “So much worse…”

“You're hurt… can you stand? Here, let me help you.” — and she thus then tries to get Ig to his feet again, ignoring the eyes on her and the blood that now stains royal garb. “Once your injuries are looked at, you are to stay by my side…. understood?”

“You stay where I can see you.” — so he cannot go where she can't follow.

Unprompted | @rexpyre

#rexpyre #🗪 ┊ ⧼ you all are some chatty cathys! ⧽ ⇹ ( asks. ) #✖ ┊ ⧼ i’ve got heels longer than your dick ⧽ ⇹ ( d. ) #♥ ┊ ⧼ if only god fathom the lengths i would go for you and only you ⧽ ⇹ ( dakota & ignis ) #⬦ ┊ ⧼ then so be it ⧽ ⇹ ( d.queen!au ) #.you don't only get 1 answered asks with no icons #.you get TWO because i was so invested in writing this #.that NO icon i have accurately fits imho #.koko and ig in this verse will be the fucking death of me #.BECAUSE LOOK AT THIS #.THIS IS LOVE #.BUT THEY ARE STUBBORN!!!! FOR NO REASON!!!! #.I'm sorry i'm normal now #.(no i'm not)

[shesacrified]

❝ Jiraya-sensei, what are you doing? ❞ She inquired, curiosity clutching onto each word that she spoke. Truthfully, she couldn't remember the last time she had seen him in the village. She was on her way for a training session with her team, only to be distracted by the other — and this would undoubtedly be the first time she was ever late for a training session. ❝ If you're looking for Minato-sensei, he's at the training grounds; we were told to meet him there. ❞ She explained after a moment.

@frogprinceus // ☆

#frogprinceus #//hope you like it & sorry it is so short #i will make it up to you! #//if not do let me know & i will write you a new one!! #✖main verse║there will come a time when you might have to decide who lives & dies out there / it’s a terrible responsibility

[magiichour]

『 ❝ I still don't really know all that much about emotions... but I do know that I hate how messed up they make my head feel sometimes. is this what normal is supposed to feel like? ❞ 』

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[varnaedhar]

I know it's like hours after the fact but if that transphobic person who went after corvidkins is following this Raven, just know that you aren't welcome here either. uwu

#/ do i write raven as cisgendered? yes #/ do i love trans raven? also fucking yes it's so good and makes the twin connection deeper and it's absolutely fascinating to play with #/ alice has an amazing grasp on raven and that anon can simply shove their stupidity ~all the way~ up their asshole #( ooc ) / ✖ the magpie behind the raven . #/ (ps sorry for the inactivity here lately raven has been fighting me skjg)