#allya writes

[fueledbysprite]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38896812

@9misorai​ thank u for giving me the motivation to crank out some words i hope u enjoy :33

#allya writes #if this sucks pretend it doesnt #also if its ooc its bc i just want fluff for once ok #kaizo can be a bitch next time #but i need a break from the angst just for a bit :'3 #bbb #boboiboy

[folansstuff]

Can I ask what the story is behind the Atty + Allya and the Sans connection? Read two of the Dazzler stories while binge-reading your work and not gonna lie, they were pretty funny and wholesome. I like how you write Dazzler.

(Btw, sorry for all the excitement. Finding your library just as I got into fanfiction has been an experience, and a very fun one).

LMAO you're all good, I appreciate the interest!

Sans is my amazing friend @rep-meow-tay-tion (go follow her she's fantastic). It was her idea for Atti and Alison to become besties and DM buddies, and it's honestly one of my favourite things to write.

I'm a huge fan of the X-Terminator book from 2022, and while part it is that Illyana has a role in it, it's also because I love the core cast of the gals, and Dazzler especially. Atticus and Ali ended up playing off of each other well, and it's probably my favourite friendship to write of Atti's. Thery're just Dad and Mom friends, basically.

#thanks for the ask! #keeperofsin #atticus moore

[ircnwrought]

⭐ // @denydefeat

i want them all !! but since that's cheating for the purposes of this meme, i'll restrain myself:

morgan (rockstar au) / any of your daisy jones muses - i just really love djats & will come up with any excuse to write with them

astoria / draco - bc i'm a hoe for tragedy

allya / any of your prequel sw muses - a political drama with some reckoning of identity & role in war ?? sign me up

annie / johanna - knowing how close both were to finnick, i'd love to explore their relationship

#(( i had to pull myself back bc otherwise there would have been like 10 million ideas in here; i didn't even touch marvel and dc lmao )) #❛ time in a bottle ❜ ▬ ( answered. ) #❛ give my love to all who remember me ❜ ▬ ( ooc. ) #denydefeat

[west1rosi]

"you   could   always   make   the   iron   islands   your   new   home   for   a   while.   most   don't   dare   to   go   there."   valaryons   might   own   the   best   of   the   fleet   but   no   one   knows   the   sea   as   the   ironborn   and   among   them,   allya's   own   family.   the   greyjoys   are   proud   and   she   is   her   father's   daughter.   "i   could   write   to   my   father   to   make   preparations   until   a   more   suited   safe   haven   can   be   prepared."   the   lady   speaks   with   ease.

open interactions.

#⸻ . ✷ ❛ interactions❜ 〉open starters . #⸻ . ✷ ❛ interactions❜ 〉allya grejoy .

[alocasiamag]

ALOCASIA #6 is here! We're howling at the moon to share queer planty writing w/u w/ nat raum, Peach Delphine, sterling-elizabeth arcadia, Moni Garcia, Tara Labovich, heidi andrea restrepo rhodes, Allya Yourish, Natalie D.C., J.C. Otiono, & Jerry Portwood http://ALOCASIA.org

#poetry #literature #plants #gardening #writing #queer

[recordmcqueen]

If anyone wants a salty bbb fic with a dash of bf in light of recent m0nst4 developments then im here to serve

#allya squawks #allya writes #this should be on my writing blog but shhhh #bbb #boifang #bbb salt #lmao do i dare tag actual fandim #heckit #boboiboy #die mad yall

[marigoldvance]

            Allya

Modern Hobbit Aesthetic

#The Hobbit #collage #collage by MarigoldVance #Allya (OFC) #OFC #aesthetic #i'm supposed to be writing #but this happened instead #i ♡ Allya #cause she's a little Faerie gangster #(or Fyorae) #(but who's checkin')

[smugglerofsass]

(now your) mess is mine

Leia had not been prepared for the amount of laundry she would do during the war. They were two weeks into their journey to Bespin - a hopefully safe port where they would hopefully meet a friend of Han's who hopefully would help them make repairs to the hyperdrive. They were doing a lot of hoping...and a lot of laundry. Despite their attempts to keep their water usage to a minimum so as not to overload the water recycling unit, they'd discovered they quickly ran out of clean clothes. 

In fact Leia had discovered that her locker emptied surprisingly quickly and she suspected it had something to do with the shape draped in blankets behind her. Allya had recently reached a size that allowed her to wear Leia's clothes quite comfortably, circumstances which led to her currently wearing a long sleeved thermal shirt with Hoth insignia on it. Until two weeks ago she'd been wearing it under her snowsuit. The pile of blankets moved towards her, shifting to reveal Allya herself, grinning. 

"I scared Dad," she announced. "I jumped out of the blankets and yelled and he jumped and went 'fuck- Al!' It was great!"

Leia frowned. "Didn't he tell you to stop saying 'fuck'?"

Allya made an uncoordinated shrugging motion while shoving her blankets into the washer. "I mean I guess, but like you guys still say it. I know you try and save it for when you think I can't hear you..."

"That’s because it’s an adult word, Al. That's why we don't say it around you. It isn’t appropriate." She passed Allya the detergent and waited for her to close the unit before she started the cycle. 

"I'm eight, though. Isn't that adult enough?" Allya finally argued, following Leia as she made to leave the fresher. 

Before Leia could respond she found herself bumping into Han, his hands already grasping her shoulders to steady her. "No, it's not," he directed his response over her shoulder at his daughter. 

Allya stuck her tongue out at him but quickly slid past them and took off out into the corridor. He shook his head but he was grinning as he pressed a kiss to the crown of Leia's head. 

"Is she wearing your shirt?"

"She is. At some point your child has decided to 'borrow' clothes from other people."

"Wonder where she got that idea," he mused, pointedly running his hands down her arms. "It's not like there's someone aboard stealing my clothes that she could observe." 

Leia snuggled deeper into the - stolen - sweatshirt she wore. "You like it."

"I do, Your Worship." He wrapped his arms around her waist, "too much." He kissed her softly.

"Solo," she hissed, pulling back, "your daughter is down the hall." 

He leaned in again, "I know that."

"Dad! Can I have monster nuggets for lunch?" 

Leia broke away from the kiss with a laugh at the shouted interruption, tucking her face against his neck. 

"If you eat them all now you won't have any until we get to Bespin...and it's gonna be a long time!" 

"But I want some!"

"Leia," he murmured. "It's going to be a long couple of weeks, still. Even worse if we run out of eight year old approved foods." 

This time, she kissed him. "It wouldn't be us if it were easy, love."

“What did I do to deserve you, Sweetheart?”

Down the hall, Leia could hear Allya chattering away, interspersed with Chewie’s soft rumbles as he, presumably, helped her to make her lunch. Behind she and Han, the washer continued in it’s cycle and there was a pile of clean laundry on their bunk. There were two and a half weeks left to Bespin. In spite of all this, Leia lingered in his embrace, content to stay as long as he would hold her, all the way to Bespin or even beyond if only he would stay right here, right now. If she hadn’t been prepared for the laundry then she certainly hadn’t been prepared to fall in love, least of all with a smuggler with insatiable wanderlust, a wookie copilot and a spunky daughter. But she had, and not even four and a half weeks trapped aboard the Falcon could change it. 

___

A quick disclaimer: I don’t really know what size the average eight year old is but I figure Allya is gonna be really tall like Han, anyway. Therefore, it makes sense that she quickly reaches, and overtakes, Leia’s size. (poor Leia) 

Happy (late) Birthday @fishmalzan! Love you lots and lots my dude!

(title from Vance Joy’s Mess is Mine)

#allya au #allya verse #the smuggler writes #happy (late) birthday Fish #can you believe it took me days to write this tiny little thing #everytime they try to make out on the way to bespin allya interrupts them its canon kids #i was thinking about leia doing laundry for some reason and this spiraled out of it #also allya is a high key clothes thief

[lotus-duckies]

What if there was like a tumblr meme where you found a song with one or more words in the title that are the same as your internet name.

#allya and aish i'm looking at you #the songs i listen to with lotus in the title are very soft and piano no one writes an emo song about lotuses okay #wake me up when an emo band writes a song about lotuses

[ladybalem]

Everyone's a Little Crazy - A Confession about Eddie Kreezer - part 1 of 2

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Allya lives in the 80's, at her tranquil rural town in Texas, where nothing happens... until she sees that unknown and extremely handsome and sexy foreign man... But, her timidity won't let her to get to the boy; however, luckily, she has a blushless friend (blushless in a good meaning, lol, I mean, she has no blushes to talk to unknown people) and who'll give her a help, making the boy to notice her. By now I see an advantage here!

*

Pairing: Eddie x OC (Allya)

*

And although this one is about mister Kreezer, it's absolutely rated free for all ages and there's not even a smell of smut anywhere.

* * *           The truth it was she could barely believe in her eyes. With her elbows leaned over the table top and her face on her hands, Allya was looking at the pool table ahead almost without to blink, entirely forgotten about her drink with its little pipe left inside it ahead of her, at times letting to escape out a sigh that seemed a lot as a impassioned one, and noticing Allya's behavior, her female friend sat at her side, sipping from her glass, ended saying under a breath:           - Allya, go there. Say a hello to the guy, what's the matter?           As if getting out from an enchantment, Allya got a fright, blinking her eyes and almost overthrowing her glass:            - No, Missy, no, let it... Let it.           Missy clicked her tongue, feeling annoyed, softly shaking her head, and Allya restarted to look at the foreign boy who was playing pool, and who seemed to be winning the match: He was very tall and skinny, but that kind of defined skinny, and  in her dreams Allya could bet that under the white shirt he wore there was a beautiful abs, and just to think about that made her to sigh again. He was wearing a dark and tight jeans, a belt with a big buckle  and in his head a black cowboy hat to which, taking it off away a time or another to itch his head, Allya could then saw his hair was shining dark blonde, and he had green eyes with attentive expression, and the face dotted with freckles, and that mouth... Allya sighed again. That enormous and beautiful mouth... And when he smiled? Or when he cleaned his lips on his shirt's sleeve after drinking? Or when he held the cigarette at the corner of his lips and made it to swing while thinking, analyzing the play? Allya let out another sigh. What a perfect man! Ah, if she had one like that... If she had the courage to get to him and give him at least a hello, if he noticed her. The girl sighed once more.           Leaving her glass on the table, Missy crossed her arms and, to the contrary of her friend, at least trying to disguise it, she looked at the foreign man for a while before to say:           - Who may he is, Allya? I'm sure I've never seen him around here before.           - I'm sure as well I didn't too. I would remind it if I've already seen him. How... - Allya sighed again - How could I forget it?            - Wow, you're pretty fallen for him - Missy spoke, looking at her friend and finding it funny.            - Ah, but how could I don't, Missy? Look at him!           - Hum - she looked - I didn't find him no big thing. Jack's the handsome the most.           - Ah, wow - Allya said, a little angry, deviating from the unknown man to her friend her glance, who looked at hers too - It isn't just because you got a boyfriend you need to throw at our faces how much he's handsome, Missy.           She took her glass and took another sip, shrugging her shoulders:           - Ouch, I'm sorry. I just told you what I think. And I don't like smoking guys as well... And there's more, Allya, observe him: He quite seems a trouble maker, isn't?           - I don't care - she smiled, looking to the foreign man ahead - I like confusion. The one here who likes the nice guys it's you, friend.           - Ok - and Missy shrugged her shoulders again - So why don't you go there and try your chances? Who knows you hunt and get a little confusion to have fun around tonight.           - No, no, no - Allya frightened  herself again, and taking her glass she pulled a sip by the pipe - I'm ... I'm happy here just watching.          - Allya, friend... That timidity of yours won't led you nowhere, y'know? - and she suddenly seemed to have made a decision, as she averted her own glass along the table - Ah, do you wanna know? That's was myself who got into Jack, wasn't it? And it worked - and all of a sudden Missy placed herself up on her foot - Yet you don't wanna go, I'll go there and talk to him in your place.           Opening her eyes wide, Allya quickly held her arm, trying to impede her to do that wackiness, and Allya muttered:           - Missy, your crazy one, sit right there now, what are you doing?           - I'm being your friend - and she pulled her arm - Maybe it could work fine... You can thank me later - and without to get to do nothing, Allya saw Missy quickly going away into the direction of the pool table surrounded by guys, and covering her eyes with both hands Allya sighed, but that time in despair. Missy had been always a little crazy, but at that time, in Allya's opinion, she was surpassing all the limits. Feeling her mouth suddenly dry, Allya searched for her glass and, averting the pipe aside she took a large sip by the edge of it as she saw Missy to stop a meter far from the foreign man, as if just thinking about what to say while softly itching her red hair, and Allya took herself desiring her friend to give up and come back to the table.           At that moment, the little bar boy approached the foreigner holding a cheap whiskey bottle, and Allya saw her friend giving a step back as she was giving passage to the boy, who delivered him the bottle that the foreign man placed at the floor at his feet next to the table, once again quickly returning back to the bar. And  disguising for a moment that she was actually just looking at the game, Missy spied over his shoulder for an instant, and Allya found herself with both hands trembling, as she felt to sink on her chair, and when she saw Missy raising an arm and poking him on his shoulder Allya felt her eyes almost popping out, and when he turned and smiled at Missy, Allya almost let a shout out.           Missy spoke with him, giving a half step back when she noticed he descended his glance all along through her, then carrying to talk, and tensely Allya grabbed her glass with both hands. And when she saw Missy to lift up her right hand with the index finger pointed into her direction, what made him smiling to turn into Allya and look at her, Allya swallowed, lowering her eyes, feeling her face turn red as a living coal in just a second, and when Allya finally had the courage to raise up again her eyes to them, she saw he was talking to Missy, who seeming a little angry, was talking him back, and he laughed out loud, seeming immensely amused, and Allya's feelings divided themselves inside her, who was tense and just wanting to vanish away from there, but at the same time feeling fascinated with his laughing, that she heard, and it was that what kept Allya there, impeding her to get up and ran out there before Missy to come back to the table, what she really did after to spoke him some other words, gesturing with her hands, and Allya well knew her: The ginger Missy was angry. The reason why, Allya just couldn't imagine, but all of a sudden Allya noticed she was really really curious about.           With the heels of her boots hardly hiting the floor, Missy came back to the table and she was complaining when she reached the chair to sit down again at Allya's side:           - What idiot - she spoke angrily, getting sat down, looking at his back, who calmly restarted to play,  looking as if just it have happened nothing - The way  Jack is, I would want him to tell these things in front of Jack!           - What goes on, Missy? - Allya asked, a little afflicted.           - Ah, what a hate! - she took the glass and took a sip - Jack would break down that face of his, shameless one!           - Missy, could you tell me what happened? - and she finally looked at Allya, turning to leave the glass over the table again, and Allya bended her torso forward over the table top, muttering - What did you tell him? And what did he tell you back?           - Ah - she said - I went there so completely craziness stated that I not even planned what I was about to say, and when I get there was that I realized it. But luckily, right on time the bar's boy came to deliver the bottle, and I heard him call the other one "Kreezer". Ok, I thought, what such a weird last name, but it's better than nothing - and shrugged her shoulders, Allya's curiosity reaching to the sky - Then, I poked him and said: "Hey, mister Kreezer. Excuse me, but  I've got to say you something: A friend of mine is in love with you, but a little shy to come and tell it herself... It's that one, right there", and I pointed at you.           - Oh, my God - Allya covered her face with her hands - Missy, your crazy one, did you say that?           - I did, ouch. And I asked him if he would like to take you on a date, too.           - Oh, my God, I can't believe it - Allya moaned - And he, what did he say?           - The man is plain crazy. First of all, he kept on staring me while I was talking, that he put me under fear, an then, he just looked at my face again and told me "Hey, girl, what the fuck about that damn 'mister' thing? Are you from bloody England or something? " Ouch, what a jerk! - and she took her glass, taking one more sip, before to continue - So I told him that, to the contrary as him, I've got some education, just that, and I was trying to be polite, and then I asked him if he could do me the favor to answer to what I have asked him instead of keeping on acting like a jerk. Then he laughed out loud and responded he would take you for a date, yes, and me together, cause he would be up to the thing to get  the two of us.

(to be continued...)

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#eddie redmayne #eddie redmayne fanfic #eddie redmayne fanfiction #confessions #my writing #eddie kreezer #hick #hick movie #eddie kreezer x oc #allya #everyones a little crazy #eddie kreezer fanfiction #eddie kreezer fanfic #hick fanfic #hick fanfiction #eighties #eighties fanfiction #cowboy

[space-hecate]

Wookiepedia on Nightsister Magick

(mixing canon and legends) Magick, also known as Shadow Magic, was a supernatural technique that allowed a practitioner to wield great powers connected to the dark side of the Force. The Nightsister witches of Dathomir were wielders of magick, of which Daka was the most powerful.

Originally, the rogue Jedi Allya, who was exiled to Dathomir, taught the powers of the Force to her children there, giving them an evolutionary advantage over the planet's other inhabitants. After Gethzerion founded the Nightsisters, she developed her own brand of magic that her coven coined Shadow Magic, or more colloquially as magicks. As a result, the other witch clans took to calling their own practices Allyan Magic, believing that the Nightsisters had corrupted the beauty of Allya's original magic.

The supernatural technique known as magick, which offered great powers from the dark side of the Force, was known for being used by the Nightsisters of Dathomir. Unlike the Jedi, who used the Force to serve the galaxy, the powers of the Nightsisters' magick focused on deception, illusion, and manipulation, serving only themselves. They regarded magick as a living thing which arose from blood, trees, and mist and flowed through their veins as well.

There were two schools of Dathomir Magic. The first, traditional Allyan Magic, followed rules put forth in the Book of Law, a tome of moral and ethical teachings kept and modified by each clan based on an original created by Allya for her daughters. The other, called "Shadow Magic" by its originator, Gethzerion, was the provenance of the Nightsisters that did not require chanting or other primitive rituals. The Nightsisters' book, the Book of Shadows, told of future glories that they would gather in the heavens.

The practitioners of Dathomir Magic believed themselves to be casting spells rather than making use of the Force, and often were unable to make use of a "spell" without speaking its assigned name or performing the ritualized singing, dancing, chanting, and/or writing associated with it. The Nightsisters often attributed the work of the Force to the Spirits instead.

The skills in the Force that the Witches of Dathomir possessed changed the many generations since Allya's arrival on Dathomir, as knowledge was shaped by traditions and time from what Allya originally taught. It seemed that the Witches were only gifted in certain aspects of Force use, some in healing, others in Force Whirlwind, and so forth.

According to the Nightsisters, a shaman could channel the Spirits to create green spirit ichor, which—by the time of the Clone Wars—served as the primary basis of their magicks. The Water of Life was one such use of spirit ichor.

"Magick is a living thing. It arises from blood and trees and mist. It flows through your veins already, but we will reshape you to channel it." ―Shelish, to the Smuggler

#nightsisters #nightsister magick #magick #star wars lore #isolabella stuff #ooc #queue #I learned some things that I will have to remember from now on

[fueledbysprite]

ramenzo angst uh one of them dying but not actually dying yknow got hurt really badly

how dare you make me write angst >:c

-

The first thing he hears when he wakes up is crying.

Ramen keeps his eyes closed as he regains consciousness, tensing up as his nerves register waves of pain that had been blissfully numb under the spell of sleep. It takes him a moment to even process the sound, but once the agony reduces itself to a regular hum, the spasmic breathing and choked sobs are clear against the otherwise silence of the sick bay.

He opens his eyes a fraction. The room is dark, so he squints, just barely making out the figure turned away from him. Ramen makes the smallest movement on the bed and immediately Kaizo is silent, still as a mannequin. He doesn’t turn around.

Ramen opens his mouth but all that comes out is a low grunt in pain. “Kaizo..”

“Don’t.”

“I’m sorry,” Ramen tries.

“I said don’t.” Kaizo’s voice is deliberately distant but even in his exhausted state Ramen can sense the trace of vulnerability.

The blond leans back and sighs. “Fine. I won’t.”

Naturally, this makes Kaizo livid.

“What the hell…” he mutters softly, then whips around to face him, not even bothering to hide the tear tracks running down his cheeks. “What the hell were you thinking.”

Ramen attempts to shrug but his arms refuse to lift. He laughs ruefully, the sound never quite making it out, then gives back into gravity. “No think, only action,” he sighs, too tired to elaborate, though he knows Kaizo understands. There was no time for thought in the heat of battle, the other knows that well.

“Your instincts are screwed up,” Kaizo shakes his head in dark amazement. “What in the universe told you to throw yourself at a death crusher was a good idea.”

Ramen doesn’t have a response to that - Kaizo does have a point. He tries to think back to the moment, what exactly was going on that provoked him to jump in front of a giant machine that could easily slice him up and roll over his pieces on the ground. His mind is so foggy he can’t recall any of it.

Kaizo is side-eyeing him, correctly concluding that the blond has nothing to say for himself, and nods. “If you were trying for certain death, I’m sorry to say I had to spoil your plans.”

“Don’t.”

Kaizo raises an eyebrow. “Then?”

Ramen sighs. “I promise you, whatever was going through my head when I saw that tank, it wasn’t that.”

“Then why?”

“I don’t know,” Ramen admits. “Maybe so you wouldn’t?”

The logic is weak, but in complete honesty, it’s probably closer than any other response would be. Kaizo is silent, and Ramen closes his eyes again, trying to ignore the searing pain of his open wounds.

When he finally speaks up again, his voice is soft. “No. I would’ve gone right after you.”

Ramen freezes, then slowly opens his eyes to make sure Kaizo isn’t joking. Not that it’s a joking matter, and Kaizo was never one to joke anyway, not even a dark remark in a tense situation. Kaizo is staring off into the distance, and Ramen wonders if he was even aware of what he just said. When he doesn’t go on, Ramen breaks the silence,

“What?”

Kaizo murmurs something under his breath that Ramen can’t hear, then he manages to make out some words “long”, “alone”, “again”. He strains, but his mind and body refuse to cooperate and provide him more context to work with.

“Kaizo…”

“You can’t just leave me like that,” the other finally snaps. “I won’t let you.”

Ramen stares at him for a few moments. “For the longest time, you wanted to be alone-”

“And then you forced your way in anyway, didn’t you?” Kaizo glares. “Now you’re leaving me alone again. What kind of sadism…” he trails off and goes back to mumbling, this time completely inaudible.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you…” Ramen speaks up.

“Guess your intentions weren’t enough,” Kaizo says bitterly.

The blond stops. As long as he’s known him, Kaizo has been stubbornly adamant on working alone. Living alone. Being alone. It doesn’t take a genius to put the pieces together and figure it’s a coping mechanism after losing far too many close people in his life. Ramen tried to fill in the gaps only for Kaizo to push him away time and time again. He knows he’ll never be enough to fill the hole. But at some point, Kaizo let him in. Now he’s almost left it again, leaving a void so big it’ll swallow Kaizo himself before it can seal over again.

Ramen would never forgive himself if he let that happen.

“I’m sorry,” he tries.

“Just don’t,” Kaizo says again.

“I was always here for you,” Ramen sighs, ignoring his body’s protests. “I made a mistake once. Never again. This time, I’m here to stay.”

“Always?” Kaizo echoes in disbelief.

Ramen internally rolls his eyes. “Why would I stay with you after a decade of coming back if I wasn’t?”

Kaizo stares. “Gosh. I’m an idiot.”

Ramen can’t help but laugh, which quickly turns into a strangled cough. He grunts, shifting to a slightly easier position to breathe, then wincing when the movement brings on another wave of agony. Kaizo watches him, expression uniquely worried, but Ramen manages to relax and the pain dulls down again.

“How long till we get to the station?” he asks, changing the topic.

Kaizo shakes his head and Ramen pauses.

“What?”

“I lost connection with the station. I can’t contact anyone.”

The blond stares at him, eyes wide. “We’re stranded.”

Kaizo bites his lip, running a glance up and down Ramen’s injuries. “Yeah, pretty much…”

Even as a high ranking official with years of experience and endurance, anyone would find themselves screwed over with wounds to this extent, let alone stranded in the middle of nowhere. Ramen can’t panic now, though more likely than not Kaizo has already been worrying for a while.

“At least you woke up,” Kaizo says quietly.

It’s a brief mental image: Kaizo, starved and exhausted, heading towards TEMPUR-A station, or maybe TAPOPS - he doesn’t even know which is closer here - alone with a corpse on board. Ramen resists the nausea that comes from the idea alone.

“I’ll be fine,” the blond promises, though it’s a weak one at best. “I’m right here.”

Kaizo nods, then shakes his head, then nods again. Ramen is confused for a moment until he sees the tears spilling out of his eyes and he ducks his head down, face crumpling.

Kaizo doesn’t let anyone see him cry. He suppresses his emotions with remarkable control and then hides, finally letting the tears overflow. In fifteen years his brother never once saw the tight grimace waver in weakness.

Ramen wasn’t supposed to see behind the facade. Kaizo still hasn’t forgiven him for it, but he can’t forgive Kaizo either, not when he tried to reach out and ease those muffled sobs only to be aggressively rebuffed.

But this time, he doesn’t turn around. He drops his head, swiping at his eyes, and Ramen aches against his limp limbs to rest a hand on his shoulder, or wrap him up in a close embrace, rubbing comforting circles into his back and reminding him he isn’t alone. Instead, he watches him from his immobile place on the sick bed, expression softened in concern for lack of the words he doesn’t have.

He watches in silence and Kaizo doesn’t push him away.

#Anonymous #no beta we die like men #also not proofread haah #allya writes #idk what this is uh #pls take it #i cant angst okay i try ToT #ramenzo #not tagging fandom tho #cause shippy hshshsd #uhh what else can i say #ur welcome?? #for ramenzo?? #enjoy?? #bon appetit- #uhhhh #ye pls don shoot me- #i should stick to crack n action tbh #cracktion #craction #crackshun #hahshshdhjksbjf ignore me im high #uwuwu

[sunfloweralekz]

hmmm 16? he/they if i recall correctly? god i honestly have no idea capricorn??? taken by ryan i know that much hshshs mayhaps blue eyes? hobbies uhhhh stanning idkhow (super funky) introverted ig? an hmmmmm autumn??? //im so sorry im just yeetin guesses out there

HSHSH IM 14 -

yup !!

aquarius <333

yes sweet bby ryan

yes blue !!

i like drawing & writing too !

a u t u m n is amazing but winter is my favorite c:

thank u for the ask allya ilu

[ircnwrought]

*shakes fist at the sky* i would sell my soul for a merrin to write with for allya

#(( i've got three more starters to write but it's midnight and i'm tired so i'm turning in for the night #BUT i am absolutely feral over my space baby and her meeting merrin finally and rebuilding the nightcovens )) #❛ give my love to all who remember me ❜ ▬ ( ooc. )

[aydans-witchy-witch-blr]

The Circle of the Peculiar

Are you a witch who would like to practice with other witches? Do you want to learn and grow in a place where your beliefs are normal and accepted? Do you have a Discord? Well, the Circle of the Peculiar might just be for you.

Within the Circle of the Peculiar, we have provide spaces to converse on all types of craft, a coven calendar, friendly and fun bots, self assignable roles and much more.

We have 5 moderators, who are all ready and willing to help you and answer any questions you may have.

Blu- a queer eclectic energy focused witch who has been practicing for about 4 years. while she is a bit shy sometimes, she is always willing and open to helping anyone along their journey. She practices all types of divination, energy magick, sigils, crystal magick, clairaudience and more.

Hazel- an eclectic death focused witch who is ready and willing to help anyone with any questions they have regarding anything she knows something about. She works a lot with the spirit world, the elements, sigils, cartomancy and other things here and there. She is a queer witch who has been practicing on and off for about 4 years.

Aydan - a baby eclectic witch who has been practicing for only 6 weeks. He is a queer, trans guy witch. He is willing to help with any questions or concerns you might have.

Allya- a eclectic baby urban witch who has been practicing for a few months. She worships Loki and Skadi,  loves to work with sigils and learn everything that she can.  She’s always happy to talk with new people and help whenever as she can.

Kenan- an inexperienced system witch with interest in sigils, crystals, herbal practice and general white magic. They have minor memory problems due to being a system, but doesn’t forget the people they meet along life’s journey.

We here at CP are looking for kind, creative, interesting people to join our discord server. We fully welcome anyone of any race, religion, sexuality, gender, or experience level.

Send a message to myself (or @moonflower-writing), @gothic-witch, @blu-thewitch, @allyawitch, or @kenanscloud and you might be selected to join our helpful, exciting, wonderful group! We will ask a few questions when you message us, to make sure you're a good fit for our group, so DO NOT BE DISCOURAGED by this! It is so everyone involved feels safe, wanted, and respected within the group.

If you're on the fence, go for it! spots are limited to just 25 people, so secure your place in the Circle of the Peculiar today!

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[recordmcqueen]

whats a limrick

yknow i have much work to do yet  im explaining poetry to you this is a useful hack to write poetic crack i should get back to work now, true yall behold my fandom daughter a master of paper and water for see she knows how to swim write and draw on a whim if you see a fridge then that's not her

#allya squawks #allya writes #kinda tbh? #lmao basically a limerick is like a nonsensical poem #with a type of syllable-beat and rhyme scheme #theyre super fun #and you can go wild with it hehe #anyway dont take this seriously hshsh #im just takin a lil break from studying socialism :') #love you fridgeee hehe #lovegeek1215