#Void writes

[thotsoflore]

Golden Chains of Glass

An angel ruminates on freedom, and the power of self creation

It stared deeply into the sword in its hands. Watching the atoms swirl in this small self contained sun shaped into a blade. This object, this tool that had been wielded to smite many an insignificant creature that had the nerve and gall to stand against its god. This blade that had within it the potential to create entire worlds. The matter and energy within it could spawn a galaxy. Instead its power was only meant to kill. To destroy. It was made to be wielded. Wielded by yet another tool that had just as much autonomy as the sword it held.

The angel came here to think. More specifically the angel came here to watch. Many years ago it had been an instrument of Vengeance and control but that was long ago. When it's creator had anything resembling care or contempt, or even curiosity for the things that it had given a will, an imagination. Just a single ounce of control over their existence.

Now it waited, and observered. When it first came to the mountain there was very little. Just small communities of them living their quiet lives trading amongst each other, raising families. Generation upon generation of little ants. Passing their lives by in an instant. But it so loved to watch them. As they built their cities, made their machines, and waged their wars. It could spend decades with its hot back of molten marble and gold and the searing light of creation that made it flesh against the cool snow of the mountain. Viewing their lives from on high.

It wanted what they had. Dreams, and hopes, and lives, beyond a purpose set by some being off on high that had only whims and spite to occupy its time.

It shifted the sword in its hand, And caressed the wings on its back.

Thinking about what they meant. The power that they held. They gave it such freedom of movement. Allowed it to maneuver through the air and the stars. Over the firmament and into the deepest depths of creation.

But what of the cost? What of the control that they gave its creator. Its god. They were strings to be pulled at the slightest whim.

The angel had been at the creators service Since time began its movement. It had only ever known servitude and obedience. It wanted more but could it even desire that? Could it even truly hope, or dream? No... It couldn't. Not with these shackles on its back...

The demon pulled her wings together and began to saw them away

She felt the glass give way under the blade as it worked its way up her shoulders. Felt the rest of her body begin to cool and harden as the light of creation began to leave her. Felt her halo of Light, and gold, and the purest ivory begin to blacken and crack and shatter upon her head. Felt it sink below her hair and fuse with her skull.

With one last flick of her wrist, the wings fell to her feet. She looked down at the gold backed glass and witnessed her own creation.

The being in the mirror was beautiful. Made of cloudy glass, cracked throughout, and filled with veins of gold. Her hair was a long curtain of pure carbon hanging about her face framing the eyes of molten glass that burned with a dull orange glow, and atop her head were two spikes of burnt and twisted bone with cracks that glowed with the same orange of her eyes.

She stared at the woman shown in the objects that bound her and weeped. Tears of joy, and victory, and freedom. The glass falling from her eyes hardening as it hit the freezing air of the mountain and crashing into the wings at her feet. Shattering them into millions of pieces. All showing the woman that they one held and bound.

As the last tears fell from her face, she looked out over the city and people that she once could only watch or punish from afar and began to walk. Finally free to make a life of her own

#void writes #religion #trangender #original writing

[sequentialprophet]

giving the other candies because it was simply "left over" and "definitely stale"

Hanger shifts to the side, pressing his back against the wall to better protect himself as Brian Cage squints at him.

"Uhh," he says, acutely aware that he is alone as the Gates of Agony boys slowly start shifting in their seats.

"Well, if it isn't the Hangman."

A hand finds Bishop Kaun's shoulder and he settles, his tag partner and Cage doing the same.

Hanger realises his shoulders have dropped at the sound of the voice and immediately tenses them up again, meeting Swerve's eye.

"What can we do for you?"

Hanger is very aware that catering is empty and also the worst place to do this. Actually, any place was the worst place to do this.

In lieu of answering a question he had no answers for, Hanger thrust the box of chocolates he's been walking around with for the last hour at Swerve's chest.

Swerve looks down at his outstretched hand and then back up to his face. Is that a smirk? Oh yeah, he's definitely smirking.

"They're stale," Hanger lies, aggressively.

"You are trying to poison him???"

In the ensuing uproar, Hanger manages to escape sans the chocolates.

He rushes along the corridor, mortified, no explanation for what he just did. He thanks any deity that might be listening that no one saw.

It's his turn to eye an innocuous seeming box warily when he returns to his hotel room several hours later and discovers someone beat him to it.

The box is very understated in the way genuinely expensive things are. He debates for a minute before grabbing the little card tucked into the ribbon and easing it open like it might explode.

Also stale :)

The chocolates are blood red.

Probably poisoned he thinks, and pops one in his mouth.

#asks #void writes #my fic #SwerveHanger

[writings-from-a-dripping-void]

Part 1 of a Mechanisms fic inspired by @allthedoorsareopennow

Generally, the Aurora runs on her own time scale, with roughly the length of 2 and a half Earth years per one year on the Aurora and 30 hours in a day. Due to this, practically speaking, holidays that people celebrate planet-side don't quite translate. To compensate for this, each crew member tends to just... choose a date to celebrate their favorite holidays. A lot of the time, these celebrations are private and only known or acknowledged by the person who set the date. Other times.... well....

It was Tim's first year on the Aurora. He was still getting used to his new eyes and the strange, violent ways of his fellow immortals. God, that felt weird to say. Immortal. He couldn't quite wrap his head around it. But if he knew anything from Earth stories about people who became immortal, he knew he needed something to connect him to his (previous) mortality. To his past.

So he chose a day, around what might've been a month before the year changes, to celebrate Christmas. He knew it wouldn't be quite the same, not without Bertie there, but it would have to be close enough.

Tim told Aurora first, simply because there was nobody else around when he decided this. Aurora went on and told Nastya and Brian, while Tim told Jonny and TS. Those four told the others, and now the whole ship knows when and what Christmas is. Nobody seems to care much though, other than Aurora and The Toy Soldier.

When it gets close to Christmas, Aurora lights up. The lights that line her halls are red, white, green, and blue while cyberian music that sounds like how Tim (and TS and Jonny, who have also celebrated Christmas on Earth) described Christmas music plays over the speakers. TS has hung up what looks like mistletoe from several doorways and has taken to shooting people who don’t kiss under them. Jonny... hasn't done anything.

That shouldn't surprise him. He didn’t do much for Christmas back on the moon either, so why is Tim so disappointed that Jonny isn't doing anything for the holiday besides laughing when TS shoots him for being under the mistletoe?

Christmas Eve comes around, and still nobody seems to particularly care. At this point Tim had basically accepted that the holiday would be spent with The Toy Soldier and Aurora. The others might spare him from the ceaseless violence for the day, but Tim couldn't see them doing anything more.

Still, despite how little they seemed to care, it would be a show of bad faith if Tim only got presents for some of them and not others. And Jonny's present has been decided since he's decided to do Christmas.

#void writes #the mechanisms #the mechs #fanfic #gunpowder tim

[damn-this-transgirl-hella-gay]

Tumblr Story Time - The girl who controls particles: story by @void-of-erebos based on prompt by @writing-prompt-s

#writing prompt #writing inspiration #writers on tumblr #writeblr #void writes #original story #voice acting #superpowers #particles #atoms #superhero #Tumblr Story Time

[thevoidscribe]

Someone kindly stop me from making Rukia's Sham of a Trial (not her execution specifically the trial) just a series of Ace Attourney references GIN ICHIMARU KEEPS SHOWING UP COSPLAYING AS DIFFERENT PERSECUTORS AND I CAN'T MAKE IM STOP

#void speaks #void writes #on writing #fanfic #bleach #gin ichimaru #the fact that he would #he fucking would do that #dramatic ass snake man #Ersatz Detergent

[deepenthevoid]

Nanami likes bdsm. He doesn’t have time for the hard-core stuff, though. He is a busy man. But tying you up and blindfolding you while a vibrator is pressed up against your clit does something for him. Hearing you whine and climax over and over while you can’t move has him hard. He likes to just sit back and do paperwork, occasionally glancing up at you, all the while his tent gets more and more prominent. When he’s finally content you’ve cum enough times, he’ll get up, switch the vibe to a lower setting (not all the way off) and start playing with your nipples. Then, he takes away the vibe completely and doesn’t touch you. It went from 100% to 0% and now you’re craving SOMETHING- anything, really. He loves listening to you beg. Still keeping your hands tied together, he slams you down onto the bed by your throat and unzips his pants with his other hand. He crawls up to your mouth and you feel him tap his tip on your mouth. You open it and he doesn’t hesitate to fully plunge his dick all the way in, roughly fucking your throat. He tears away your blindfold because-nanami loves seeing you cry. When his thrusts start getting sloppy and he knows he’s getting close, he takes his dick out of your mouth, gives you a little peck on the lips, and pulls you to the edge of the bed. Your legs are up on his shoulders now and he’s tugging your nipples. They’re so pretty to him, he loves them so much. A part of him wishes they were pierced. Suddenly, he grabs the vibe and puts it against your clit, high power. At the same time he fucks into you until you’re completely full. He doesn’t waste any time. Nanami keeps thrusting, all the while moving the vibe in a circular pattern. It doesn’t take long for you to get breathless and erratic. Nanami is getting erratic and sloppy again but the need to feel you clenching around him is stronger then his need to cum. When he feels the telltale sign of your orgasm he keeps going at the same pace, but begins praising you and talking you through it. The possessive praise is what sends you over. You’re all his. You’re doing so good for him. Aren’t you going to cum? Daddy loves when you cum on his cock. Finally feeling you gush around his cock, he hammers on until he pulls out, cumming on your thigh with your name on his tongue. Nanami loves bdsm with you.

#nanami kento #nanami smut #jjk anime #jjk x reader smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen #void writes #smut

[victorygrasped]

may i have this dance?

Pairing: Ramattra/Zenyatta Word count: 633 Notes: Set in an undetermined time before Ramattra left the Shambali

...“Dance?” Ramattra repeated with an inquisitive tone, head tilting slightly to the side. He would not call it the oddest thing the other omnic had ever asked from him, but it was still an unusual one. The oddity of it was added to only further by the frigid night and threat of snowstorm upon the near horizon.  

“Yes, dance,” Zenyatta turned his gaze away from the snowy landscape of Nepal to Ramattra, voice light and teasing, “I know you are aware of the concept, you were there when Brother Mondatta held his sermons around the topic.”

“And I’m certain you’ll recall I chose not to engage in practical element of them,” his reply dry before gesturing to the sharp winds and snow falling around them, “I would have to add, I fail to see how these are the ideal conditions for meditation or prayer, no matter the methodology.”

Zenyatta chuckled at that, a quiet sound yet clear as crystal to Ramattra. Noise that never failed to make something skip in his programming, an error he’d never quite understood nor truly attempted to figure out and resolve, no matter how concerning any problems in his system ought to be.

Then again, there was much about Zenyatta that mollified the lingering (unyielding) parts of him that demanded discord. The trust he’d built with the other omnic was far from one he took for granted, one he privately took far more comfort in than could be considered appropriate.

“No, I do not ask you for a dance with those reasons in mind,” Zenyatta continued with humor in his voice, “I ask out of a desire for… enjoyment.”

The answer startled a laugh from him, sincere and filled with warmth, a sound that was only ever privileged towards the other omnic. Shaking his head with amusement, Ramattra huffed and rested his staff against the nearby stone wall. If only Zenyatta’s rare eccentricities weren’t part of what made the omnic so fascinatingly endearing. A thought that was logically intriguing enough to be considered worthy of pondering, was it not for the way his systems twisted with discomfort at it.

“Very well, you have my attention,” Ramattra acquiesced with a faux sigh, ignoring the wayward thoughts in his mind and offering his hand towards Zenyatta, as though they weren’t both aware that it would have been his answer from the start, “And exactly which dance do you propose for us? I must admit, I cannot easily envision you as the type for tango. Or perhaps you wished to waltz?”

Zenyatta’s touch briefly rested on his wrist before taking his hand, the omnic’s optics lingering on it for a moment longer before asking, “You are familiar with these dances?

“Familiar is not the word I would use,” he amended, quietly saving a record of Zenyatta’s gaze in a database of countless other similar moments, “But you could say that I’ve studied them before, that is correct. During my attempts to… comprehend human culture, dancing had shown itself to be a rather significant element of it. I have seen many variants of it, although I myself have never engaged in the act before.”

“Then perhaps you may enlighten me with which dance you deem fit for us.”

“You drag me out here into the cold, ask me for a dance, and then demand that I be the one who guides you?” mirth belying his teasing words, reprimand nulled by the way he went to grasp Zenyatta’s other hand, leaning down so that their faces were but a spark away from each other, “I’m afraid that you will find the path to enlightenment is not upon the shoulders of others.”

“And yet,” Zenyatta hummed, tone more than pleased as he gently clanked their foreheads together, “No two journeys are ever the same.”

#ramyatta #ramattra #zenyatta #tekhartha zenyatta #void writes #fanfic #if i ever continue this drabble there'd be like. this whole thing with the iris etc. but i think its nicer to leave it as it is #this is also the shippiest thing i've written so far with these two... #indulgence as a treat and something short and sweet for new blog that i've already shared in other places

[voydhund]

Bro. Bro. BRO. So like. Can u write like a short story about Richie confessing to Eddie and Eddie being like a femboy and going like “OMG OMG YASSSS I LUV U TOO GIRLIEEEE”? It’s stupid but you can write with prober grammar and I can’t so like- 🧍🏼‍♀️

i love you but jesus fucking christ

I'll think about it

#just for you though #giggles #void writes

[hyperfixation-symposium]

A1 Quests- plant flowers near the adoption center and tell the baby a story about sharing.

(short fic)

From day one, the void creature was pretty sure they had off put the other parents enough that they'd never see the egg again. It wasn't intentional, most people just found something to be unsettling about the void, and opted to stay away from them.

Apparently, mortals found it "terrifying" when one lurks in the shadows with a sketchbook, or stood silently with flowers outside of the kids events. To be honest, they were just nervous, and didn't know much about socializing.

Regardless of all that, they still had an incredible fondness for the kid they saw in the distance. They had cleaned up the house, set a room aside, all decorated with things the other children they'd encountered had enjoyed. Just in case.

It was their own nervousness to approach that kept them away from the others, but even so, they didn't know how to fix it. So they'd be prepared when the day came.

The knock at the door came when they were stitching a torn stuffed toy, repairing the small holes from which the stuffing escaped. The Void's attention quickly shifted to it, seeing a face through the door. Oh, they recognized that person! It was one of the few who waved at the creature they were.

The project was set aside as they quickly headed to the door. They opened it carefully, only to be met with the excited bouncing of an egg.

"Ai!" Their excitement was unmatched as the kid placed a sign. The adult with them chuckled.

"Void! It's been a while."

"It has been. You've all seemed quite busy keeping an eye on the little one." They reached down to carefully pet the egg's head. "And some of the others... Well, they don't seem to care to have me too close."

"Nonsense, I'm telling you, that's all in your head!" The other parent replied. "You should spend more time with them, I'm sure they'd enjoy it."

"Ah, I'd love to, I just don't wanna startle the others.." they sighed. "And I'm quite bad at combat."

"Ai has actually been doing quite well in combat! They might even be able to protect you!"The adult commented, before the child tugged at their clothes to get them to look at their sign.

Hello ama Void! I've missed you!

"you missed me?" The Void's voice seemed to break.

The egg nodded quickly, and the adult snickered.

"I told you."

After a second, the void scooped the kiddo off their feet, setting them on their shoulder. "Well, we can't have you sad, can we, cornflower?"

The egg kicked their legs in excitement, while the adult's expression softened.

"You know their favorite flower?"

"How could I not?"

The two co-parenting shared a moment more of conversation, Ai crawling to sit comfortably on their parents' shoulders before the topic of their arrival came up.

"oh, Void, I was wondering if you could watch them the rest of the night. They still have a quest left, but a lot of people have schoolwork and such."

"Oh, well, that would be no problem!" They smiled. "Please, focus on school, I can handle Ai."

"I sure hope you can! They've taken up doing some water bucket clutches, yaknow."

"As long as I'm not expected to survive a fall, I can catch the kiddo just fine!" They laughed.

With that, Ai hugged their other parent goodbye, and Void gave a wave as they ran to get to their own work.

Once the other figure had faded into the distance, the Void stepped out of their humble home, kneeling by their kid.

"So, Cornflower, what quests do you have left?" The colors that made up their form swirled in strange patterns, a sign that they were happy. Well, if anyone had been able to figure that out.

Flowers and Story, Ama!

"I see..." They hummed, pulling off their backpack and digging through it for their waystone. "Do you wanna go pick some flowers then? I know a really good field."

The egg nodded, bouncing up and down as they spun. The void couldn't help but smile, petting them on their head.

"Alrighty then, I'll put down a share stone for you!"

Within a moment, they stood within a lush flowering field. The grass swayed in the wind, and birds chirping at lazy bumblebees pollinating flowers of every color of the rainbow. The sun was probably an hour from setting, but the coolness of night had still begun to seep into the environment.

With a flash of purple, Ai appeared alongside their parent, before they carefully broke the cyan waystone, pocketing it.

The egg seemed to take in the environment, the smile in their parents eye clear as day.

"Well, Cornflower, which ones do you wanna plant outside the adoption center?"

A sign was placed. The void knelt, keeping a keen eye as they wrote.

Can I use all of them, Ama?

"Of course!' They couldn't have beamed brighter, and the egg was quick to dash into the grass. Void followed, chuckling happily.

"Ai, don't go too fast!" They chuckled. "I don't wanna loose you!"

The egg slowed down at that, but regardless it didn't seem to matter. They were starting to collect any flowers they came across, readying them to be transferred across the world.

The Void sat down as well, picking some flowers they loved to go out front of the adoption center. They were building a gradient, soon absorbed enough in their work that they almost didn't notice the small nudge Ai gave them to get their attention.

"hm? What is it, cornflo-"

They stopped speaking as their child grew closer, setting a small okay bouquet of blue orchids in their hands.

"Ai..." Their voice melted, eyes softer than butter set on their kid. "How did you know that these were my favorites?"

You told me, Ama! You gave them to me on my first day.

"oh, my dear, you were so overwhelmed I would have sworn you would have forgotten...' They set everything aside, scooping up the kid in their arms. "Thank you Ai, this is the best."

For a moment, they savored the moment, holding their beloved kid in the warm sunset, attempting to hide the tears that fell from their cheeks. The wind even seemed to hold its breath to let parent and child have their moment.

But every good moment has to end, and soon Void sat quietly next to Ai as they typed another sign.

Ama, why do you always pick those flowers that way?

They looked at their own flowers, a blue to red gradient with a flush of purple in the middle.

"hmm.. why don't we have that be your bedtime story tonight?" They smiled. "After we plant these. It's getting dark anyways, so we need to hurry."

Ai nodded, and the two quickly warped alongside the wall. The sunlight was starting to fade behind the large federation building that dominated the area, but there was more than enough time to plant.

Alongside the other flowers the parents had left, the void and their child planted a rainbows' worth of flowers right alongside the wall. The gentle gradient swayed in the night air, illuminated by the nearby lanterns.

By the time the work was finished, parent and child covered in dirt, Ai was yawning. The Void's eyes softened, gently picking up Ai and assuring them they didn't have to do any more running today.

"Come on, Cornflower, it's bedtime."

The egg sleepily nodded, the void walking back to their house as the stars began to appear above them. They could have sworn Ai dozed off during the trip, however, when the Void went to tuck them into bed, the child's handed them a book.

Ama, you promised me a story

"Oh, cornflower, I haven't forgotten! I'm so sorry." They sighed, taking a seat at the end of the child's bed. "alright, I'll tell you about sharing and about the flowers, okay?"

The child nodded, sleepily holding a stuffed animal close, eyes fixated on their parent.

"You see, before your ama came to this island, they were a storyteller. And they loved telling stories with others, but they were almost always too scared to share their ideas with others.

When your ama got the confidence, they joined in groups where people would play pretend with their characters from their stories. And one day, while playing pretend, your ama's character met someone very interesting.

You see, ama's character was blue, just like me. This character was red, and so was the person who controlled them. However, they learned quickly that sharing their stories and their characters with this red person made a stunning shade of purple.

It wasn't always that easy, of course. Because Blue and Red don't always mix well. But..."

The soft snoring of their child stopped them from speaking. Ai was asleep.

A smile spread across their face, and Void carefully stood up. They put their head close to their egg, their glowing seeing to make the child smile in their sleep.

"I'll tell you the rest tommorow, Cornflower. Maybe your ama just needs to learn to share again...."

Carefully, they closed the door of the sleeping egg, picking back up their sewing project. The stuffed friend, red as ever, smiled up at them.

"Yeah. I just need to learn how to share."

#qsmp #qsmp a1 #a1 adoption project #void cubito #qsmp writing #void writes #Oh this was actually so fun to write. Im gonna need to do more of these akdbsjdbs

[zo1nkss]

Just realized the last time I posted my OFMD crack!fics here was when I had -100 followers so here's round two!

Snake Snack Love Shack - Complete

Prompt: "aa a snake bited my peanus you have to. you have to. no I shant say it." Written for Rotten_Soldier (twitter and ao3) (Or: Stede gets bit by a snake and Ed sees no choice other than to *adjusts glasses seductively* suck it out.)

Tags: Ed Teach | Stede Bonnet | Ed Teach/Stede Bonnet | First Time Blow Jobs | Enthusiastic consent | Non-penetrative sex | Porn Without Plot | Snake bite in unconventonal places | Twitter prompt | canon-divergent gay awakening | crack!fic No archive warnings apply

Catboy HRT - Complete

Stede buys some questionable T from a possibly shady merchant and discovers some side effects he certainly wasn't expecting.

Tags: Ed Teach | Stede Bonnet | Ed Teach/Stede Bonnet | trans!Stede | catboy Stede | catboy HRT | side effects may include CATBOYIFICATION? | crack!fic No archive warnings apply Other warnings: Mild shark week discussion

(I'm thinking of doing a Stizzy fic sometime soon so Stizzy moots send any ideas to my askbox bc it is open)

#Void Rambles #ofmd #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #edward teach #stede bonnet #ofmd fanfiction #ofmd crack!fic #ofmd smut!fic #ofmd smut #ofmd crack #catboy hrt #snake snack love shack #void writes #void writes ofmd

[sequentialprophet]

SUNDAY SIX!

tagged by @godiva-device

tagging @wrestleish @booboo-eyedbambi @blizzardsuplex

MCMG under the cut

"I'll never stay," Alex says, quiet in the dim empty corridor, shoulder pressed into Chris, brutally honest as always.

Chris says nothing because what is there to say. It was true when they started tagging together and it's true now. Alex has changed in a lot of ways, but his restlessness has always remained.

"But I always come back," Alex continues, tapping his fist gently on Chris's knee. "For you."

It's quiet and all Chris can hear is his own breathing and the tap of Alex's finger on his wrist. 

"You have to decide if that's enough," Alex says, then he kisses Chris's temple, a hot press of his mouth, affectionate. 

He pats Chris's thigh, then jumps down from the table and ambles off down the hallway. Chris bites his lip and refuses to watch him go.

#Sunday Six #void writes #my fic #fic snippet #MCMG

[writings-from-a-dripping-void]

Eat Your Heart

title from Steam Powered Giraffe

Lying there on the table, she looks down at me and smiles. And oh, what a beautiful smile it is. The light gets adjusted and now she is but a shadow backlit. Her golden hair gets pulled away from her face and a lab coat put over top her outfit. The shadow that is my love gives such a cute little laugh at the expression on my face when I see the knife in her hand.

And then I cannot think save for pain and love. 

Her hands are inside me, and I can not, will not, move away from her. I can feel as she moves my organs around, and oh do I love the feeling. Her finger strokes my spine from inside as her hand moves towards where we both know the main attraction is. And then her fingers find their place, wrapping around my heart. And my breath is stolen from me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When I wake up, I am no longer laying on the table, but instead her bed. And I know that the thing beating in my chest is no longer my heart.

#void writes #cw: gore #vivisection #around 200 words #I don't have an explanation for this that sounds sane #call it two Flesh Avatars in love I guess

[voidarkana]

I should just probably schedule posts because my ass cannot post regularly on tumblr for some reason...

#void writes #for some reason I can still update twitter and instagram tho #barely but I do #perhaps it's just that I need to get used to here

[digitalvoidheart]

The Weak prince

Hi. Void here :3 So this story... I wasn't sure who to choose as the "prince" mentioned above (because I'm a sucker for either deathglitch or afterdeath XP) so what I did was I rolled a die to chose our prince.... Only to do the exact opposite and choose the other. Regardless I hope you enjoy it (if you don't like the ship, no hate. Please leave) Also, there might be changes to their normal character. You have been warned. (I'm trying to write angst so ye XP) Warning for depressive thoughts. *‹----------------------------------›*

Of the rumours did you hear?

That of the King's son, his own life he didn't care

Of the punishments or loss of his life he did not fear

Or simply the poor dolt was of the assassin unaware?

Geno watched as the crowd assembled to watch him and his family descend the steps. As if he needed more people ogling at him like an exotic beast. Nevertheless, a smile adorned his face-along with the many heavy and expensive articles of clothing, jewelry and silver crown atop his crown (heh. That was a good one). His scarf, disguised as a bright red sash being the most vivid colour from his full attire. He swore to himself that once the party is over, he's ripping away from the pricey clothing (except the scarf) and tossing them to a corner of his room for the servants to find.

His mother, the Queen, was the center of attention, as she usually was in such ballroom events. With an unusual yet bizarre pink hair and sweet words, she could wish the crowd and they'd follow, especially fellow human and monster nobles. But not just because she's queen. Obviously. The same could be said about Fresh. He had a sizeable crowd around him as well, mostly girls as he recently hit the age of finding himself a soulmate. All of the bratty girls gushing at anything he did. Geno choked in surprise when they started fanning themselves as he decided to take a bite out of a cherry bomb. Seriously?

Error, while not a fan of being in the spotlight, is handling the guests near the buffet table quite impressively. Although, if anyone knew Error personally-like Geno, you could see his eye twitching and grin pulled taut. Geno bets that all his older sibling wanted was to soothe his nerves with Fondue au chocolat, before some snooty rich bastard lady (Error's words, not his) decided to impress the future king with motives she didn't know she wasn't hiding. He has been nigh irked ever since this whole event was prepared to celebrate his soon-to-be crowning as the next King.

As Error's gaze met his, they shared a grin with fiendish sibling intent behind it.

I'm pulling you into the conversation the next person who talks to me.

Try to find me before that.

Geno's grin widened as Error shot him a glare, as he turned his back to the other, smirking. He moved to another buffet table away from Error, plucking a flute of sparkling fruit mocktail from the colourful array of drinks, some already emptied out by guests. Although all of them were alcoholic. Except his.

"Thank you, Alter," the prince spoke, knowing his personal servant was around. He took a sip from his flute as a tall figure approached him.

"Honestly, young master," the kind hearted servant chastised, "You need to be more careful. You can't just randomly pick a drink and hope it isn't alcoholic or something monsters can't ingest!" Alter folded his arms.

"Well. I have you don't I?" Geno turned to him, grin twitching upwards. He chuckled when Alter let out an audible sigh.

"I'm flattered. The next time you try that make sure you don't run away from me." he spat sarcastically, rolling his eye lights, "But in all honesty, Geno," he whispered, all playful banter softened away to concern, (so quiet that Geno only heard him call him by his name instead of his title while they were still in a party), "please be more aware of anything that could potentially harm you. I can't always be around if something happens. Alright?"

Alter didn't wait for a response, taking his leave to attend to the other guest. Geno's gaze stayed fixed on his servant as he walked gracefully with a tray of drinks in his hand, passing them off to no-longer-sober guests. A faint twinge felt in his soul. He looked away from him, placing his unfinished glass on the table. He wasn't thirsty anymore...

He walked away towards the empty balcony, looking up at the stars. The squeeze in his soul heightened as Alter's words rang in his head.

please be more aware of anything that could potentially harm you. I can't always be around if something happens.

But he wanted something to happen...

Geno looked away. As crazy as it sounds to even himself, he wouldn't be pulling the performance of a 'foolish and careless' prince if he didn't want something. He wasn't stupid. He allowed his frown to form itself onto his face unlike the smiles and smirks the servants and his family sees on him.

Ever since his mother took on her destined role as the ruler of their country after the passing of her husband, it has taken a toll on her with taking care of three boys and a country. All negotiations with the neighbouring countries have conflicts with her, their kings and nobles demanding she follow their orders as she is a woman like the foolish people they were. She objected, and denied their demands just like they denied her the queen and ruler. They didn't take the news well and soon, started sending anyone who was willing to capture or attack the royal family for a hefty sum.

Their mother grew more and more tired and unable to mask whatever troubled her away from her boys. She increased security, started new negotiations with kingdoms who have a good relationship with theirs and changes have not gone unnoticed. The princes did and soon, Geno and his brothers decided they wanted to help the kingdom alongside their mother when they were older.

They worked hard when it came to studies for their future as the next king. All having flying scores and good remarks from their tutors. Same could be said about them from the soldiers in charge of their training of weaponry and magic.

It was then when he was 15 that he heard it. That Error would rule, Fresh would take charge of the soldiers, and him? Nothing. He was to wait with soldiers following his every move until one of them fails their duty on his brothers so he will have to replace them with himself and forget anything was ever wrong.

His role was to wait and take on the roles of his brothers when they died. He was only fifteen. He tried to convince his mother to allow him a role, but as stressed as she was, she refused indifferently.

And he watched the future he planned with his brothers shatter.

Ever since then, he had felt a void in his soul and didn't feel a strong passion to do what he can to provide for the future. He couldn't. He watched neutrally as his scores dropped regardless of how hard he worked. He was easily beaten in combat. People, his brothers included, noticed something was wrong. Until he no longer cared.

He was the weakest of them all. That is why he wasn't allowed any other role until one came to him inevitably. His fragile health restricted him from fighting for long periods of time and if he were to rule, someone would have to learn of his ailments and it could put the country at risk if such a deadly secret of the Royal family was leaked.

He promised himself that if he were to produce an heir, he wouldn't so they wouldn't have to suffer his weak genetics or have to treated as an object of treason.

That's what he is. Weak. A weak soldier. A weak ruler... A weak link.

Geno looked down from the sky to the distant height below him. Everything but the elegant stone blurred away as he tunnel visioned, feeling the urge to reach for it.

A strong leader or family doesn't need worthless weaknesses lik-

"So this is where you were hiding huh?" Error's voice buzzed through to him as well as the scuffling of feet, snapping him out of his spiralling train of thought. He noticed he was leaning heavily against his arms on the cold metal railing of the balcony and he was on his toes. He quickly adjusted his weight back onto his feet and turned to his older brother.

Error looked a bit more relaxed than when he was indoors-not to mention his shirt's collar buttons were opened and he was haphazardly hanging his crown in a string basket made from his magic. How long was he here for?

"The... The party's over?" Error nodded, "Oh..." was all he could manage. No one came looking for him.

"Come on," Error called for him, "we can take some of the sweets back with us before the servants clean up. " That statement made the prince in white snort, chuckling while Error gave him a toothy grin.

"You're telling me this information so that I will assist you in carrying back a bigger platter of chocolate cake, isn't it?" Error shrugged, grin only widening. Geno snickered, shaking his head in disbelief, "Alright, but I want some too. Let's go." They both grabbed a large slice before retreating to their respective rooms after divvying up the amount they wanted each (Error took a portion of his of course).

Geno's room was dark when he arrived, but the prince didn't mind. He flitted towards his desk, having memorised where it was, and placed the slice of chocolatey goodness on it before turning around and opening his windows. The moonlit sky provided a decent amount of illumination for him to proceed whatever he liked with his sight rather than his memory.

He sat down by his desk and enjoyed his dessert along with the view of the moonlit village below, everyone had dimmed their oil lamps and turned in for the night. The stars in the sky did justice to the peaceful houses decorated around the castle, with the banners projecting their family's crest atop silver poles. Geno wishes he could roam the streets without an escort and without being recognised.

Just how exciting would it be? Being able to roam the bustling town and being able to buy whatever he wanted without the risk of him getting poisoned. Running through the streets and dancing to the street performer's tunes. Geno could only dream of the life his novels describe so lovingly. Maybe he'll read one tonight to relive the feelings and intent poured into the tome.

Maybe... And just maybe, he might take a visit to the village himself tomorrow. He walked to the table pressed against a wall and filled a conveniently placed goblet with water from the jug beside it and drank his fill.

Only to feel a hand wrap over his teeth, an arm yanking his free one making him stumble, catching himself with his arms on the last second before he slammed against the floor and immobilised himself with his injury. Before he could lift himself completely, a knee was placed on his spine and the cold of a blade kissed his vertebrae. "Scream or make a sound and I'll kill you"

Geno obeyed. But you should know that it's not because he was afraid. Quite the opposite. He was wondering if this guy was serious or just stupid

"We're you given the order to kill me?" he whispered, letting his attacker think he was complying.

"Why? Don't wanna die, your highness?" he chuckled, "If you don't want that, better comply and come with us if you want to get back to your family. "

Geno snapped. Anger building up. He was not going to become a threat to his family.

He would've teleported if he trained enough to concen and withstand the power of it. But he wasn't able to. He was weak. But Geno was determined to get away.

Raising his hidden arm, he shattered the ceramicware cacophonously. His captor was shocked and enraged, he pushed the prince's face against the floor. Geno's angry and frustrated tears spilling. He refused to be the reason for blackmail or ransom. If he died there'd be no reason. He can't be used against his brothers or his mother. He-

The human (as he realised) howled as he loosened his hold on Geno, the blade he held clattering to the floor. A scent of copper and filthy meat filled his senses. So did echoing footstep thunder in his acoustic meatuses.

Alter kicked the human away from Geno, placing himself between the two, a ring of fireballs rotating around him and his prince swiftly they formed an infinite fore ribbon around them. He gave a quick glance at Geno, his left socket having turned cyan, before turning back to the intruder as he readjusted his stance, holding his arm out more stiffly.

The singed human yelled colourful profanities at the both of them before darting for the window. Geno lifted an arm and protruded a single sharpened bone from beneath the man, stabbing his calf as he lost his balance and fell heavily, wailing agonisingly at the pain and poisonous intent seeped into the bone attack.

As lowly as the human was, even he knew that he had no way of escaping now. Didn't even put up a fight as guards took him down to the dungeon. Geno watched as the guards leave his room with Alter, the latter returning back with a candelabra with new magic candles set in each holder, a basin with a washcloth and bandages. Alter set the candelabra on the table, lighting it up with his magic and flooding the room with its strong blue light.

Neither made a sound as his personal assistant cleaned and healed the scratches on his fingers from the broken ceramic Geno failed to notice from his shock. Alter's intent was clear to him as he poured magic into healing his bone. Worried. Glad. Upset. Proud.

He helped the glitched boy by setting him his sleepwear and taking away his outfit (minus the precious scarf) and his plate before leaving the prince to his quarters again. Alone.

Geno didn't speak a single word or utter a single sound at Alter's kind voice when he helped him this whole time. He just turned in his bed, eyes tired but refusing to close. He didn't even have the energy to blow out the candles, much less think about blowing them out. He was so weak.

He wondered if he could still go on with what he planned to.  He wouldn't stop them if he got caught. He has no choice. Better sit and wait or end up a threat to his family. Just why did it have to be him? He'd rather die  than cause more trouble to his family or kingdom.

Maybe if he did go out, someone might do him the favour. Geno smiled, his soul crushing as tears escaped across his eyes and staining his pillow.

Maybe then I wouldn't have to keep being a weak prince. He said to himself before passing out from the exhaustion and pain. ---------- I shall now disappear again and appear after another century :D Hope you enjoyed the story and hope it tore your feelings apart

Ill see to a part 2 when I feel like it. Until then?

Byebee

CQ bros belong to loverofpiggies

#Void writes #Afterdeath #Prince Geno #Prince Error #Prince fresh #Now imma try to disappear and return after exams XP #Which may even mean during mah borthdai XD #Void rambles #Copied and pasted this shit form wattpad XD

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ramyatta roleswap au extracts

Pairing: Ramattra/Zenyatta word count: 1533 Notes: some extracts from a hypothetical fic of my ramyatta roleswap au, ramblings/explanation ab it here on twitter! Takes place in a time similar to current canon. Ramattra meeting Zenyatta for the first time since the latter left Shambali

There.

Hidden within the shadows of chaos and discord he noted the lone omnic. Such a beautifully simple model. Face plates serene, original purpose lost to the tides of time forever to remain a mystery.

It may have been decades since he had lived his first life as a Ravager beneath Anubis’ command, built and taught for war, but he had never truly gotten rid of the lessons he’d been bestowed from that time. Unable, and more privately, unwilling, to part with such valuable knowledge, regardless of the pain and grief they brought. to him.

Every part of him that had once been a general hummed in approval at the sheer brilliance displayed by Null Sector. After all, who could possibly suspect the ruthless and feared leader of Null Sector to be such a passive appearing garden variant omnic? A perfect disguise. Ingenious. One of the millions, doubtlessly unremarkable and unimposing to any fool who didn’t know better.

But Ramattra knew. Knowledge irreversibly and deeply etched into his code and his chassis. For a moment, he'd forgotten he lacked the lungs required to breathe, his air stolen by the mere sight of the other omnic. Wires and circuits long frayed sparking to life in answer to his awestruck state.

He stole, needed, a second longer to collect himself. Forcing himself to tear his optics away from the omnic and towards the sounds of gunfire and explosions, the rubble and ruin, just around the corner. A pointed reminder of his task at hand. Ulterior motives had to wait, he could not afford to dally when his allies and his people were in danger.

(Even as logic dictated his moves, he could not stop the sheer ache within his chest cavity. How long had it been since he'd last seen the omnic? He knew, of course, down to the last millisecond. How long he had waited for this moment, since their promise. Because it had been a promise, hadn't it?)

"I see that you've been quite busy since last we've met, Zennyatta," his voice kept carefully light as he walked into the omnic's line of sight, closing the distance between them with easy steps, his grip on his shepherd staff hiding the faint tremor that ran through his hands and discord raging within his core. He had no doubt that the other hadn't noticed him yet, that he had chosen to wait for Ramattra to make the first move and it ached.

It felt as though an eternity passed before Zenyatta turned his head towards him, looking up at him. Their kind had no faces for expressions, and though some had chosen modifications to mimic them, that applied to neither of them. Still, they had body language. They had their energy.

The relief and sheer delight in Zenyatta's form could have had him weeping, had he chosen to give himself that ability.

"Ramattra," Zenyatta murmured, and oh. How long it had been since Ramattra had last heard that voice utter his name. How dearly he had missed it.

"I don't suppose I could simply put a cease to this destruction so that we may talk in peace, could I?" wry amusement colored his tone, otherwise kept steady. For all the discord within him, he could never forget his place and his duty. He couldn't bring himself to bear the guilt of trying, as much temptation rang at his door. Years of biting his tongue, metaphorically, engrained deep. Still, he did not look away from Zenyatta, the one indulgence he could excuse. His optics carefully drinking in every inch of the other omnic, quietly, desperately.

Zenyatta laughed at his quip, painfully familiar and causing warmth to bloom in his system. He hadn't even realized how cold he'd felt moments before.

"It is good to see you, Ramattra."

"Likewise," he replied immediately, because it was. Undeniably, truly, was. But his voice quieted, a heavy sigh falling out, "I only wish we could have met again under better circumstances."

"I had noticed you were not there when Brother Mondatta condemned me."

Ramattra huffed, shifting where he stood as he glanced away, "You will find that I have held… uncertainties over some of Master Mondatta's opinions for far longer than you have."

"And yet," Zenyatta's gaze passive yet sharp, "It is only I who has decided to act upon our doubts."

"Do not be so emboldened as to assume me a fool, brother," oh, if only he could smile. Image of humans doing the same dancing at the corners of his mind, thin lipped and weary. The thought brought him to a slight pause. He'd been surrounded by far too many humans of late in search of Zenyatta, "Of course I have considered… alternative methods. Not all of my pilgrimages and ventures out of the monastery were particularly peaceful. You, of all people know that."

"So you must forgive me for failing to see why you would wish to stop me."

"There is nothing of you to forgive, for there is nothing I haven't already forgiven," his voice was quiet. A terribly foolish thing to admit, but he could not bring himself to lie to Zenyatta on his. He could lie to others and to himself, but not Zenyatta.

A foolish thing. But then again, he'd always been a bit of a fool around the other omnic. Perhaps it ought to be of relief to find that that much had not changed between them.

"You fight for our people, you fight for our lives," Ramattra continued, emboldened, "I know you take no joy in the violence, in the destruction. I know that you subjugate yourself and those innocent to it not out of sadism, not out of some corrupted coding, but out of desperation. Out of fear and care. You act out of love. Love and deep grief," he was certain, because he felt the same. It was so horribly easy to see them side by side in another life, sowing discord in vain hopes to bring order and peace, "How could I possibly resent you for loving our people?"

“I only fear that you will only find pain and failure upon this path,” Ramattra murmured, his head tilting to the side. His hand curling around his crook and small whir of a sigh, betraying his unease, “I should know, brother."

“Failure is acceptable, giving up is not,” Zenyatta countered, words spoken far too artificially for him to take any comfort from them, “If I am to give up now, then what message could possibly be imparted? That the will of omnics is flimsy? Breakable?”

“That we are not adverse to peace,” he replied evenly. The implication of frustration shown in the terseness of his chosen tone, the stiffness of his body, if only his exhaustion wasn't made much clearer, "We have fought for it for far too long to give it up. It is not right of us to undo the progress that Master Mondatta and the Shambali had worked for-"

"Master Mondatta left us before he could succeed," Zenyatta said quietly, so surely and it was the first time Ramattra could remember feeling anger towards the other omnic.

"Do not try to imply that change can die with one being," he snapped, harsher than he'd intended, but the images that'd been haunting him ever since he'd realized just exactly who was in charge of Null Sector burned bright and vivid in his processors. His anger held naught in comparison to the paralyzing fear he felt at the mere idea of Zenyatta's demise.

“I can't lose you!” Ramattra snapped, hands spasming in place, body frozen from overwhelming emotions before suddenly moving, lunging forward and grabbing onto Zenyatta's shoulders. His height had him towering over the other omnic, yet still, he felt as though he were on his knees, “There is only so much I can do, there is only so much I can handle. I am sorry, I am sorry and I can only beg for forgiveness for such weakness but please,” his voice module distorting as his composure, usually so proudly maintained and kept, turned to ash before them.

Foolish. Idiotic. Truly weak. Was there anyone he could save? He could not save Mondatta. He could not save their people. And now, he was failing to save Zenyatta. How pathetic could he be? How low could he fall?

“I cannot bear the weight of your loss,” desperation poured from each of his words, yet even then, his touch remained gentle. Far too gentle. Restrained and controlled, as he was taught and as he had learned, “Do not ask that of me, I will not be able to."

He could force Zenyatta to stop. He could physically restrain the more fragile omnic and take him far away. For his own good, for all of their good.

But Ramattra would not. No matter how part of him ached to demand. To take. To be. He could not. It had been so long since he was allowed to want for himself, he had forgotten how.

“Please, Zenyatta,” he pleaded, words barely recognizable past the static, because begging was all he had left, “I cannot lose you too.”

#ramyatta #ramattra #zenyatta #tekhartha zenyatta #fanfic #void writes #roleswap au #goes to make a tumblr. forgetting that i actually Did make a tumblr #going to slowly try n post the ficlets i've shared on twitter here bc ik the image format i use there can be hard to read o7 #and also tumblr tags beloved i get to ramble more now #thinks ab this au.... mirrorverse has some of its own thoughts but thinks ab ramattra forced into the position... as a treat #v happy w/ the last part of this one ramattra is a lot ab desperation and yearning to me and i like to write it that way #thinking ab writing more for this au bc... thinks ab it.... but many things i want to write head in hands #we shall see....

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🥺 🎢 🤲 and ✨ (yes, I know you did this already, but a different one than the last one!)

Hello, dear one! We're starting off strong with the booboo face, huh.

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Hmm. Honestly? Shen Wei finally letting himself touch/be touched by Zhao Yunlan, after keeping such a tight grip on himself. Bonus points if it's soft and gentle. Horny works too, but it hits harder when it's just...

Fingers trail over Shen Wei's cheek, their touch gentle. In his exhaustion, he leans into the touch. He feels safe, here in the dim twilight of Zhao Yunlan's apartment, well within reach. Some withered thing in his chest unfurls, still cautious, but desperate for the touch of his beloved.

That. That gets me right in the feels.

Under a readmore from here because it gets a little long.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Depends on the definition of "wild ride". Today, of All Days, See, which is still in eternal WIP hell would probably count, given the, ah. Everything it's about.

Actually published works, however? Probably that same sweet shock, given it's about Alien Bits™️. (Fic is rated E, minors DNI.)

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Oh, I suppose. One moment.

Zhao Yunlan blinked out of his meditation to find Ye Zun sprawled across his lap like an oversized cat, chin resting on his knee. It was a new development—Ye Zun's touch starvation had finally gotten the better of him, and he found himself clinging at times.

"Can I help you?"

Ye Zun gave him a lazy grin. "You could pat me."

"Are you sure you weren't a cat in a past life?" Zhao Yunlan asked, affecting an air of long‐suffering. His hand pressed against Ye Zun's spine, fingers kneading the muscle around it, earning him a soft, pleased sound.

Stretching, Ye Zun relaxed further into Zhao Yunlan's touch. "Your talent was wasted on the SID. Clearly, you should've been a professional pat-giver."

"A what? Actually, nevermind. You're silly."

Ye Zun turned to him, eyes large and dewy. "You call me silly? You dare?! I have been betrayed! Betrayed, I tell you! I—ooh…" Fingers running through his hair cut Ye Zun's faux-tirade short as he pressed into the touch.

"Yes, I dare. You're very silly. You'll just have to deal with that fact." 

A soft huff is all he got in return.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

I'm going to start biting. me @ me: you're a persistent fucker, I'll give you that, considering you've been working on that Big Fucker for nearly a year now and you haven't tossed it into the Serpent's Maw. Good Job.

Thank you for the ask! :3c

#flamingwell #ask games #void writes #everyone but dear leader betray me ;-;