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sunsburns · 4 months

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Imagine hockey ellie getting a tooth knocked out during one of her games and after the game she pulls off her helmet and gives you the cutest missing tooth little bloody smile

oh yeah, i can see this happening near the end of a heated game. the arena is filled to the brim with electricity from the crowd. from the stands, your eyes try to keep up with the blur of ellie’s jersey number on the ice. williams pasted in bright gold on the back.

it’s a tied score, the timer is running low, and the players from both teams slowly grow more and more aggressive as the numbers count down.

ellie looks up at you in the stands every now and then, and you can tell how badly she wants to win this game. her face is flushed, her eyes focused, and her body bulked with protective padding. but none of that helps calm your racing heart whenever she’s slammed against one of the plastic barriers. you wince every time she’s shoved and tripped, almost as if you’re the one talking the hits on the cold ice despite the fact she brushes it off every time.

you watch as she closes in on an opponent, trying to steal the puck with gritted teeth. it happens almost in slow motion, ellie swoops down to take the puck and the other girl while she furiously smacks the puck, hoping to get a shot into the goal before ellie takes it. instead, you see the puck flick off the ice and fly off to the side, colliding with ellie’s face.

the cheers of the crowd slowly start to fade out as ellie clutches her face, a trail of blood dripping over the ice. it takes seconds for her to realize what’s happened, and she tosses her stick to the ground, dropping her cloves before she swings at the girl who hit her.

there’s a sound of a whistle, and ellie’s teammates rush to haul her out of the rink. her blood is freezing against the ice as she yells at the girl from the opposing team.

you watch her be dragged onto the team bench, and from where you sit, you can see her smiling, the blood on her face mixing with her salty tears.

you jump out of your seat almost instantly, shoving your way past fans dressed in team colours, a blur of red and gold blinding you before you finally get near the team bench. you smack your hands against the plastic wall, shouting ellie’s name, who holds a bloody cloth up to her mouth.

she almost doesn’t hear you over the buzzer that goes off to resume the game without her. ellie looks pissed, now benched, until the ref finally excuses her for throwing punches and lets her back on the ice.

when she turns, however, you can see the way her face softens, even if her helmet doesn’t let you have the best view of her face, you can see her eyes become fonder when she looks at you. it makes you smile.

ellie says something you can’t hear over the crowd, but she seems proud of herself when she pulls off her helmet. her short hair sticks to her forehead, face flushed red, which makes her freckles stand out against the blush on her cheeks. it’s when ellie brings the cloth away from her mouth that you gasp, your eyes instantly spotting a gap where a tooth used to be.

she’s laughing at your horrified reaction, and you can see the specks of dark red across her face as she tells you with a bloody smile. “it doesn’t even hurt! just promise to kiss it better once we win, okay?”

#you've opened pandoras box with this one #i'm gonna be thinking about this for days #hockey!ellie williams #ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fic #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x female reader #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #lesbians #wlw #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams x you

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taevbears · 2 months

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Pandora's Box

Keep a fire burning, however small; however hidden

⤑ pairing: Hoseok x reader ⤑ genre: angst, one-shot ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ word count: 3.1k ⤑ warnings: ANGST, mention of alcohol and drug use, depression, self-sabotage and unhealthy coping, non-explicit sex, unhappy ending. ⤑ note: Happy Hobi Day! I've been wanting to write a JITB-inspired fic for Hobi since forever (it's probably my favorite solo concept), and this idea has been sitting in my drafts since forever lol. I initially wanted it to be a scary one-shot, but it ended up being a very sad one-shot instead lol. I hope you guys enjoy it anyway!

You notice it as soon as you walk in.

Sitting on the coffee table is a box. Simple in design. Colored white.

You know that opening it, however, will unleash a whole myriad of demons you’re not ready to face.

The first is the one called Lust.

The fateful night you met Jung Hoseok is a blur. Music at the party you wound up in is so loud, you could feel the vibrations of the deep base through the walls. A hip-hop song is playing, but you could barely make out the lyrics over the thrumming booms of the stereo.

A haze of grey smoke fills the room, distinct with the acrid scent of cigarettes and weed. In the fog, you’ve found your friend sitting on the couch, curled up against the guy she’s been dating on and off. At the moment, the two of them are very much on again, making out with little regard to everyone and everything else around them.

In the meantime, you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve refilled the red, plastic cup in your hands, downing hard liquor and letting the alcohol burn your throat, but you go into the kitchen to get more.

That’s when you notice he’s been looking at you. When you catch his gaze, he offers a friendly smile. And when you return it, he approaches you.

“I’m Hoseok,” he introduces himself, raising his voice so you could hear him over the music and the chatter. He stands close enough that you could smell his cologne. A mix of woody tones with notes of spice and citrus. “What’s your name?”

He’s cute, you think, as you tell him your name. And funny, you add to yourself, as he later says something to make you laugh.

You like him, you realize as your hand finds his and you start to lead him upstairs to look for an empty room.

You don’t remember much about the night you met Hoseok. Can’t recall a word you said to each other, or what he did to make you fall for him so fast.

But even in your drunken haze, you remember the heat of his kiss, the way his fingers teasingly slipped beneath your clothes as you eagerly unbutton his pants, and the subtle bite of his lip when you push him to the bed and strip off the rest of your clothes.

“I like you, Hoseok,” you confess, cheeks flushed. Probably from the alcohol.

Hoseok chuckles.

He grabs your elbow and pulls you closer until you’re hovering over him. He kisses you one more time, so sweetly you think you could melt. Then, he suddenly flips you over with your back to the bed. A glint of mischief is in his eyes as he leans down over you.

“I think I like you too.”

The second is Greed.

After that night, you and Hoseok met up several times.

The first couple of times were almost repeats of the first night. You find each other at a party, seeming to share some of the same circles of friends and acquaintances. You could barely see straight when you hear Hoseok calling you, and you burst out in laughter because you’re genuinely surprised he remembers your name.

“Of course I remember you,” he assures you, flashing a bright, flirty smile. It almost falters with nerves when he asks, “Do you remember me?”

“How could I forget?” you tease back, taking his hand in yours again.

It feels better the second time. And by the third, when you’re just waking up from a throbbing headache, you’re surprised to see he’s still in the room with you, long after the party is over.

“I can give you a ride home if you want,” he offers. You have too much of a migraine to decline.

By the time he pulls up at your place, he gives you his number. Just in case you need to call him for another ride or anything else.

“Thanks, Hoseok.”

“No problem,” he replies, and there’s a look in his eyes that makes you feel uncomfortable. It’s kind. It’s hopeful. It’s something you’re not quite expecting from him. “Be sure to call me, okay?”

“Sure, Hoseok. Thanks again.”

He leaves it at that.

Even though you said you would, you don’t call him. Not until your friend dramatically breaks up with her boyfriend again and ditches you at a party out of town. Everyone else in your contacts is busy that night with work and other obligations. When you see his number, you hesitate for a brief moment before you tap to call.

“Hello?”

You instantly regret it. He sounds like he’s asleep.

“Actually, never mind. I can just call someone else,” you backtrack out loud, thinking, perhaps, a taxi or something would be a better idea. “Sorry for bothering you.”

“No, it’s fine,” he assures you, seeming to realize who is calling him in the middle of the night. “What’s wrong? Where are you?”

Hoseok drives all the way to get you. Even with the empty roads, it’s at least an hour drive one-way. It’s a sobering moment when he finally pulls up and greets you with a warm smile.

“Are you hungry? I can buy you food and pay for gas,” you offer once you’re in the car. You feel like you owe him that much.

“How about a date instead?” Hoseok counters, and again, he has that hopeful look in his eyes. “I’m not doing anything tomorrow night.”

If there was a perfect moment to tell him you aren’t interested in a relationship right now – that all the partying and drinking is to numb your mind from your own problems and stresses – this would be it. Clearly, he wouldn’t go out of his way and come this far if he isn’t interested in you.

And Hoseok seems like a good guy. You shouldn’t be stringing him along like this.

But you’re selfish. And that selfish part of you smiles and says, “Sounds good. What should I wear tomorrow?”

Next is Envy.

Jung Hoseok, as you’ve learned, has it all. A loving family with a pet dog. A close group of friends who are like a second family to him. A great sense of fashion, and talent in dancing that could make him a worldwide star. He’s passionate about the things he wants, driven for the things he wants to achieve, and humbled despite his ambitious achievements.

It becomes apparent to you, very early on in your relationship, that he’s a man out of your league. Someone too good to be true.

You’re… undeserving of someone like him.

“You’re so nice to me.”

Hoseok smiles, but looks a bit confused as he peers up from the menu. For the first date, he decided on something fancy. A dinner with a view, where the waiters serve imported wine, and the dishes look like edible pieces of art. You’re both dressed well, blending with the other couples and groups in the surrounding tables.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asks you, a bit taken aback by your statement. “I like you.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t,” you quietly counter. The insecurities are getting the best of you. While Hoseok could make a name for himself, you’re just a nobody. Lost in life and without ambition. You waste your days numbing yourself from the mundane and loneliness.

What could someone like you possibly offer to someone like him?

Then, Gluttony.

Honestly, for a while, you didn’t know what you and Hoseok were doing. When you first met him, there was only one thing you wanted. And somehow, that became something more.

Somehow, Hoseok continues to meet up with you and take you to nice places. He doesn’t expect sex from you every time either. It’s like he genuinely likes to hang out with you.

Once, he took you to an aquarium. You didn’t even think you cared about fishes and marine animals, but your eyes widen in awe when you see the luminescent glow of jellyfishes in the tanks. The corner of your lip lifts into a small smile when you see Hoseok clapping his hands and laughing when a sea lion claps its fins back at him. And you actually laughed when you dared Hoseok to touch a stingray at the petting station, and he nearly fainted when the tip of his fingers brushed against its back.

Another time, the two of you end up at a local diner after a party, a little drunk and a little high. The two of you order too many burgers and fries and decide to eat them by his car in the empty parking lot. Perhaps you were still intoxicated. Perhaps the food wasn’t doing anything to help you sober up fast enough, but you end up sharing more about yourself than you ever intended to that night. And Hoseok is quiet as he listens, not once judging you for every bad decision you’ve ever made. In fact, he tells you that he thinks the same sometimes – that he isn’t all rainbows and sunshine like you initially thought he’d be.

Then, there was the day he took you to the mall. He seems very adamant about couples clothes and making sure he matches with you whenever you two go out. It’s a bit embarrassing for you, if you were honest, but he seems to like it a lot when you’d color coordinate with him or if you’d wear the top for the matching set of his pants. An elderly woman is in line behind you two when you take a break from shopping to grab some pretzels and drinks when she comments that you look like a cute couple.

It hits you right then and there that you and Hoseok are a couple.

You’ve been showing up at his dance rehearsals and shows. He’s introduced you to his friends and you’ve all hung out at the beach. He comes to pick you up from work and take you to his place, which slowly but surely has a lot of your stuff in his space now.

Neither of you ever made the relationship official though. Yet, Hoseok smiles at the elderly woman, practically beaming as his hand tightens around yours and thanks her.

You don’t know what you are to Hoseok – if he really sees you as his girlfriend, someone he’s just dating but not that serious about, or maybe just a friend he’s intimate with – and you’re not sure what comes next.

The two of you find a spot to sit down, and you watch as he snaps pictures of the pretzels first before holding up the phone to take a picture of you and him together. As you pose for the camera, you could see how the two of you really do look like a couple. Matching clothes and all.

Whatever you are to Hoseok, and whatever he is to you, perhaps it’s okay to indulge in it while it still lasts. Even if a small, tiny, selfish part of you yearns for more.

And then, Wrath.

Since the beginning of your relationship, you’ve been quietly counting down the days until it’s over. When Hoseok would find someone else and move on, just like any other lover you’ve dated. He’s too good to you, too kind. And you’ve been heartbroken and jaded one too many times to know that an inevitable end will come.

Even when an anniversary becomes two.

Even when he introduces you to his parents, and has started looking for a house you can move in together.

Even when his friends start to tease him and ask when they can expect an invitation to his wedding with you.

You’ll always fuck it up somehow.

“I don’t know why you’re so angry with me,” Hoseok tells you, exasperated. His patience seems to be running thin. “Did I do something wrong?”

It’s frustrating for both of you. Your suspicions. Your insecurities. Nothing good happens to you. A little voice in your head nags that you don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve him.

And there’s nothing he can do to prove to you otherwise.

“I think we need to end this,” you find yourself saying. Words that you don’t mean, but they fall out of your lips anyway. From self-sabotage. From pain. From fear.

“You don’t mean that,” Hoseok calls your bluff. He doesn’t look angry or upset, but it seems like he expected this. The disappointment seems to hurt more than if he were to lash out on you.

Tears are brimming in your eyes, threatening to spill, but you refuse to cry. Not in front of him. You keep pushing him away, hoping he’d wake up and realize what you’ve always known – that he’s too good for you. That you’re the wrong person to share a future with.

“Just go,” you demand, your voice soft, barely a command.

You expect him to fight for you, like he always does. The back and forth breakups to make ups has become a vicious, toxic cycle lately.

“Fine.”

You’re stunned when you see him get off the couch and quickly walk out the door without another glance at you. This is what you want, right? It feels cruel to have expected him to stay.

And as your tears finally fall, a part of you – the part that truly, desperately loves him – hates you even more.

Sloth.

That is a demon that stayed with you the longest.

Your heart feels heavy after the fight. So heavy, it feels troublesome to move. To eat. To think. All you want to do is rot away in your bed and sleep.

“Come on,” Hoseok’s voice gently calls for you. He opens the blinds to your bedroom, letting sunlight spill in. “I got the bath ready for you. Let’s wash up and I’ll make you something to eat.”

You close your eyes again, scowling with your face pressed against the pillow. Maybe you’re dreaming. A hallucination of your lover that your mind imagined, prompting you to get up and face the world already.

Or maybe Hoseok is just really too kind.

You get your answer when you feel his hands pull you away from the safety of your covers, and he helps you to the bathroom. He's picked up the empty bottles of beer and soju that littered around the room, you note, seeing them neatly put in plastic bags. The warm water feels soothing against your skin, and you soon feel his fingers run through your hair and massage your scalp.

You don’t say anything to him then.

You don’t say anything as he helps you dress up into something comfortable and sits you at the table. Groceries you don’t remember buying sit on the counter. He must have gotten them before he stopped by.

It’s only after he sets down a bowl of stew he made that you finally speak.

“Why are you doing this?” you ask, your voice so soft, you don’t think he heard you.

You’re undeserving of this. You’re undeserving of him.

Even now, that little voice in your head taunts that.

“I like you,” Hoseok simply answers, sitting next to you with his own bowl. There’s a sad smile on his face as he continues, “Even if you don’t feel the same.”

You sniffle. The part that loves him wants to scream that he’s wrong.

But the tiresome demon snuffs it out and keeps you quiet and complacent.

And then, there is Pride.

Some would say, it’s the most evil of them all.

Pride keeps you from admitting your mistakes. From saying that you’re wrong. That asking for forgiveness is beneath you, and seeking for help and assurance is weakness.

Hoseok comes and goes often after you two have broken up. A stubborn part of him seems to think he can fix things. That in time, you’ll change your mind and take him back. That you’ll love him again, just as much as he loves you.

Even though, in your heart, you’ve never once stopped.

Pride is the vice that sneaks up on you. One you didn’t think you’d ever have, given the way the others plague your mind.

You only realize it when Hoseok stops visiting as much. When his calls are less frequent. When that look in his eyes that he used to only have for you starts to turn to someone else.

“Are you happy?” you ask when he tells you about her. He doesn’t need to. It isn’t any of your business. But he does anyway.

Because Hoseok loved you once. Perhaps, there will always be a part of him that still cares about you. That still likes you, despite everything.

A small voice in your head tells you to admit your feelings to him now. To tell him that you still love him. That you never stopped thinking about him.

Maybe if you did, things would’ve been different. Maybe if you did, he’d choose you.

But that kind of confession is undeserving of you. It kills you to see Hoseok moving on and loving someone else. But what little pride you have steels you from revealing the truth.

Even as he smiles and tells you, “I am.”

The cruelest one of them all, however, stands before you.

You've been doing better. You've been trying. The drinking and parties have slowed down significantly. The demons that haunt you have quieted down. You and Hoseok are friends, despite everything.

Which is why you end up here, at his place, looking at the white box he has in his hand.

Hoseok smiles and shows you what’s inside the box. Hope is in his eyes as he looks at you.

And a myriad of demons and their vices scatter into your heart all at once.

Lust makes you careless. Throwing yourself away to carnal sins is how you two met, and perhaps, not much else more.

Greed makes you selfish. Makes you want to keep him for yourself, even if you’re the one who broke things off with him.

Envy makes you jealous. What does she have that you don’t?

Gluttony makes you indulgent. All you do is take, take, and take. You don’t give anything back, and that’s why he deserves more.

Wrath makes you angry. You want to scream, throw something at him, make it known that you’re upset. That you’re still in love with him.

Sloth makes you complacent. Despite your fury, you could do nothing. This is all your fault, after all.

Pride makes you a liar. You refuse to let Hoseok know how hurt you are.

And hope … Hope has you clinging to him, even now. It makes your heart yearn – that small, tiny part of you that keeps fighting for him. That keeps reminding you that you love him. Even as he stands before you with an engagement ring inside the white box.

“Do you think she’ll like it?”

You force yourself to smile, hoping that it doesn’t reflect the way your heart shatters. Hoping that, for a brief second, he’d look at you and say that he loves you still.

“She’ll love it, Hoseok.”

Thank you for reading ♡ Comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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self-spaghettification · 2 months

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fun little smell headcanon for you goofy guys

aaravos would smell like steak and pee.

can't have nice things anymore

#self spaghettification #tdp #the dragon prince #tdp crack #aaravos #i can't escape #thanks no more lavender or the like for me...#late post cuz im lazy but i needed to share this glorious gift with the world #pandoras box of smells has breached containment #<3 #aarachat #viren #tdp fic #50

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hellinistical · 10 months

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8:07

Xiao looked at you, eyes wide as you proposed an idea to admire him.

“You…you’re lying, right? You’re definitely lying to me.”

“I’m not. Lemme treat you.”

His voice faltered, hesitant as they sucked in a breath- you caught a glimpse of his fangs protruding from his plush lips. Xiao's fists were curled like they were on the defensive, and for all you knew, they were. But you waited patiently. Watched as he looked at their scarred hands, nervously examining his nails as they didn’t meet your gaze.

“I’m not gonna force you to do anything. It’s your call,” You added, softly. Whether Xiao acknowledged this or not, you didn’t know, eyes trailing them as he took a step forward, sitting at your feet. Placing his head in your lap as they looked up at you.

You stayed there, quiet for some time before Xiao sighed heavily.

“...Alright…I... I trust you.”

Lifting his hands once again, Xiao raised them to yours, like it was their lifeline.

And for once, Xiao could say what they wanted to say, could initiate the conversations in a way they felt comfortable.

“Are you sure you're comfortable with me?”

“Of course, my love.”

“And…you don’t mind?”

“Hm?”

“I know my…features are a bit unsettling to look at but-”

“I don’t mind." You interrupt him, quickly adding, "Not at all. In fact, it’s quite the opposite- I admire you... May I?” You gesture to their face, and Xiao nods, letting you take their face into your hands. You run your thumbs across the apples of his cheeks- their skin is sunkissed, rosy hues blooming wherever your hands neared. You look at his lips, how the ends of their fangs poke through and leaning down, you press a kiss to Xiao's lips, softly, gently, chuckling lightly as their eyes widened for a split second, the light ambers and golds of his iris’s dancing in joy a you hear his breath falter.

“Beautiful,” you murmur, only loud enough so Xiao and Xiao alone could hear.

Again, the adepti's breath hitched, getting stuck in their throat as they stared at you, your loving gaze unfamiliar to them.

“Please…please don’t lie to me.”

“How could I lie to you? You’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen,”

“You don’t know that.”

It almost sounded like a plea of rejection coming from him. Your smile only grew as you got onto your knees, making sure that you were at eye level, that you were equal to them.

“I do. I do know that. It is a fact that can’t leave me, even in death.”

You watch Xiao, his lips wobbled as if they were about to cry, but you placed a finger on their lips.

“Please,” you start, “Let me make you feel good- how you deserve to feel."

And what could they do, but nod?

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wisteriasymphony · 1 month

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Ever heard of the Adrien Salt Covid-19 fic prompt?

NO. PERHAPS I EVEN NEED TO.

#this will be my Pandora's box i know it #even more so than those Star Wars Disney trilogy fics i binged to sate my morbid and self-destructive curiosity 2 or 3 years ago #what a time that was. anyway give me the salt sweetheart

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themuseoftheviolets · 3 months

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hiii lia darling <3 can i ask about pandora's box???

hi laurie!!!

pandora's box is a pandora-centric timeloop fic that will be regdora!!

but they meet at bellatrix and rodolphus's wedding and pandora is a lestrange and his sister in this one. and then we follow them through the first war and their deaths, and then when pandora blows up she's suddently back at the wedding again

she doesn't remember anything, but eventually she starts remembering little things, which feel like deja vu at first and just a gut feeling that something bad is going to happen. but eventually she and regulus incorrectly assume she's a seer. she tries to use that ability but it doesn't work because she can only 'see' very few things that she remembers from past timelines. and each timeline becomes a little more canon divergent than the last, but they all end the same way. regulus always dies in the cave and pandora always blows herself up in front of luna

#i think i have a thing for multiple timelines pandora lmao. this will be my second fic with that #pandora's box (apmsnhtw)#ask games #mail

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lookinghalfacorpse · 2 years

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pandora’s vault prisoner symptoms: an in-depth reference guide

READ HERE on ao3

“I feel fucking terrible. What happened?”

“Drink the water.”

Dream looked a little surprised at the demand, but cupped his hands into the cauldron and drank. He managed a few handfuls before turning to look Technoblade in the eyes. “Tell me what happened.”

“You, uh,” Techno sat with a thud, “You had a seizure, I think.”

(a closer look at what spending an extended amount of time inside of pandora's vault might do to someone)

SO FAR: 7 chapters, 8600 words. updates happening at some point i swear.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of torture, explicit descriptions of torture, seizures, muscle Weakness, iron deficiency, hallucinations, panic attacks, anger outburts, mentions of bone breaking, mentions of cuts/slices, suffocation, smothering, threats of violence, threats of limb loss, mentions of past limb loss (fingers specifically), paranoia

#my fic #dsmp #dream smp #dreamsmp #cdream #c!dream #ctechnoblade #c!technoblade #ctechno #c!techno #rivalsduo #rivalsblr #prison arc #dsmp prison arc #minecraft torture box #pandora's vault

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sunwarmed-ash · 1 year

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It is Wednesday, my dudes

here's some Spiderman ficage(Explicit)

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bonetrousledbones · 9 months

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oh goddammit i'm returning to my middle school art in every possible way aren't i. i just realized i've been doing the digital equivalent of my pen-sketching phase

#trousled rambles #looking back on that fic was pandora's box apparently #talking about using what was previously a lineart-only brush for all of my art/sketches lately btw #i can draw so much quicker with it and cleaner too. and i dont rely on the transform tool as much because it makes the lines fuzzy #making my sketches cleaner in the process and forcing me to think about them more. just like the fucking pen did #im trying out the big hands and the crazy colors and the who-cares-just-draw things again #im in 7th grade and im moving into my college dorm in 2 weeks

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railingsofsorrow · 1 year

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guuuys. I'm accepting requests for the marauders era characters (x reader, character x character, or solo, idc you decide). go ahead and explode my inbox plz

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midmourn · 9 months

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#fic: pandora’s box #fic: harvester of sorrow #fic: bones and all #graphics

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pyrriax · 8 months

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YOUR TURN Uhhhhhhhhhhhh C!Bek and C!Apo for the opinions board. (Or if your feeling really cool Pandora and Melody yes i am actively read wtds while writing this)

ALRRR HELL YEAH

in order: c!apo, c!bek, melody, pandora

#ask a ghost #asker: saltyr3mix #I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT MELODY #i just Cannot put them into the boxes on the bingo sheet #i love her she's such a tragedy #ALSO #i say the c!bek stuff having watched her pov #i actually liked her pov and the perspective but i Cannot stand her character #she's a wet cat in a way i dislike pvnfdkjmlf #im super biased to c!apo though i love him very much #and as for my ocs. well.#i mean i think ive made it clear on my blog i HATE pandora but also i love him. writing him is a special circle of hell i made myself #also!! lmk what you think :D #i love hearing people's thoughts on that fic pfvnfdkl #im curious what chapter you're on

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gamergirlshelby · 1 year

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Posting a poll because I'm on a roll thinking of fic ideas (actually I've had both these ideas for a little while now) but I want help on deciding on what Pokemon Rejuvenation themed fic to write first! And what better way then setting up a poll that has two very vague summaries of the fics premise!

Again I will end up writing both, and also if things go well both will be multiple chapters, and have references to stuff that's revealed really late into the game (like all the way up to version 13/end of chapter 15)

#pokemon rejuvenation #both of these fics will be very canon divergent and will probably not even be canon to my ocs lore #well pandoras box might depends on how it goes and also future updates to rejuv #but um yeah! i want to explore concepts rejuv set up and i like having crazy ideas sometimes so i decided to do this :3

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hellinistical · 1 year

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"Your body may not be, but the quintessence your being is made up of, if forever."

Minors dni. May be suggestive. Major spoilers in regards to Genshin Impact Lore. Afab reader, she/her pronouns used. Bodily parts are hardly mentioned. May contain dark content. Yandere themes (slightly). Reblogs are highly appreciated.

Part One

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Night was old, with stars scaling down and over its body covering it immensely, save for the occasional areas where there was nothing to adorn. Its hands were big, the valleys dividing the joints in their hands deep, the roots running within deeper. And from those roots, they traveled highs and lows throughout Night, making their way to their heart, plugging themselves into Entirety, feeding her in hopes that the new world would be complete soon.

A new world. The Teyvat of old was but a scheme for the gods above to contemplate the fates of those they could only hope to play with, use as pawns.

This new era would surely be different, with a piece of Night torn aside and formed into this small being, to watch as their eyes, hear as their ears, and feel with their touch- to make sure that they could maintain a balance.

Entirety shuffled, the first breath of life coming out in a soft cough as her eyes opened. Night cradled her, this small part of them, and watched as she stretched the aches of death away. Entirely stood up, legs cold and bare, almost weak, but smiled at Night, who returned it.

“Who am I?”

“You are Entirety. What is your name?”

It wasn’t a statement, but a promise, a fact of a prediction, and a question of what Entirety was.

“I’m not quite sure.. Do I have to know now?”

Night patted her head, the overwhelming size of their thumb barely touching her,

“It would be of great use, I believe. You may change it as many times as you desire, however. You are but a part of me. Though I am not you. I am Night.”

Entirety held onto Night’s thumb, thinking to herself for a moment.

“Then I am Y/n.”

“Very well. Welcome home, Y/n.”

°°°

Khaenri'ah's soil was soft, if not a little damp beneath your feet. There was no sky, but there were lights. Millions and millions of lights. The raked across the roof of the underground cage, illuminating the vast lands that were Khaenri'ah's to claim. A shame that Night was not present. They'd enjoy this view, you think.

You held your shoulder, rolling your arm clockwise in a stretch, releasing some tension. When you woke up here months ago, you didn't think you'd still be waking up in the elements.

Not that it mattered. Night would take care of it when they came back.

For now though, it was time to do some collecting.

The vegetation of Khaenri'ah was wide and plentiful, the plants from above having seemed to have adapted to the environment here, with their roots having grown in width, and their leaves smaller. There was no need for large leaves in a place where there was no sun to feed them.

Still though, despite the lack of natural light, the nation still kept up with the seasons. You wiped your brow; the humid air of spring must be upon Khaenri’ah.

Heading towards the First Gate, you made your way to the city of Magnus, you noted how the nation had a bit of an ego- everywhere you went, there was some note of superiority- be it the name of the place, the architecture, or even the mechanisms that the people had come up with. This was a godless land, and that was something to take pride in.

Someone bumped into you- a woman- dropping their belongings. Little gears, screws, and tools scattered across the street.

She made eye contact with you, the slit diamond pupils of the Khaenri'ans notable, and something in her demeanor changed. Her expression soured, but you paid it no mind. You knelt along with her, but she refused your help.

“Apologies- this is not yours to touch- just,” She took a deep breath- “Just let me handle that, really; there’s no need.”

Her hands were cool, taking the gears you had collected before stuffing them into her pockets, walking away fast.

"I'm sorry about that,"

You turned around- a woman with a bright red hat stood before you, a small smile on her face. She was tall and lean with long ears, cheeks sunken in, as if she had not eaten a good meal for a long time. Her hands cupped her swollen stomach.

Her eyes crinkled as she smiled, and she reached for your hand, "Alice, my dear. And who might you be?"

You opened your mouth, wincing as you felt your lips crack; it had been a while since you had spoken to someone. Licking your lips, you returned the greeting, shaking her hand.

You answer, wincing even more as you hear your voice crack, but Alice didn't seem to notice. "Y/n."

"It's great to meet you my dear. Walk with me?"

Alice didn't wait for a response, linking her arm with yours and setting the pace to an almost slow walk. Her red hat had a black lace lining, and it bounced with each step the two of you took.

"Life is an amazing journey, don't you think, Y/n? It can take you from the top of the clouds to beneath the flowers," she let out a small chuckle, "Sometimes it even takes you to people you never thought you'd have the chance to meet- like little Klee here."

"Klee?"

"Mhm, my little one in here." Alice takes your hand, stopping your walk, and places it on her stomach. You wait for a moment, seeing the little kick before you feel it, taking your hand back.

Alice lets out another chuckle, shaking her head.

"Quite an odd one you are. Shall I interest you in a meal? This is Magnum, after all. It'd be a waste."

Again, she did not wait for your response, instead snapping her fingers and pushing you to the side. Before you could ask, she put up a hand, a finger going down for each of the 3 seconds you waited before hearing a whistle in the air. Peering closer, you marveled; a broom was coming in close, closer, and came to a stop just in front of you, kicking up dust. Alice seemed unbothered, instead opting to scold the broom for its late arrival and the mess it made.

A bell chimed once, twice, three times, announcing that midnight had come. With that, that light that clung to the earth above them shifted colors, the amber glow turning a deep indigo. Some flashed yellows and whites, as if to replicate the Night sky.

Shops began to close up, their doors and windows being protected by cages they unrolled. As your eyes swept over the area, you paused. It was the lady from before- except this time, there was a boy with her. The lady must have felt your gave, as she turned, making eye contact. Again, she rushed down a corner, dragging the boy with her.

Alice soon stopped her rambling, following your line of vision before raising a brow and looking back to you, snapping her fingers and with it, grabbing your attention.

"Y/n, it's best not to get involved with people who can't give you the time of day,"

"I suppose you're right Miss Alice,"

"Good, now come along. I don't think you have a place to stay so for the time being, you'll be staying with me."

You put your hands up in defiance; it was far too soon for that kind of decision. You had only just met Alice!

Still…

You think back to the moist grounds you had been living on since you had arrived.

Since Night had left you here.

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