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the-kr8tor · 2 months

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Chapter 15 mood board

Am I using my writing break to look at memes? Yes I am.

We're almost there! Just a few more scenes left ❤️

#no fucking way I cried while writing again #loving it rn!!!!!!!!!#i think I'm doing my vision justice #hopped up on coffee and im more than ready to bang out a few more words #katy mumbles #katy updates #7.5k and we're almost there #bdas

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jade-gemstone · 4 months

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Do you ever think about Jeritza von Hyrm? About how his circumstances forced him to be the monster he became? About how he gave up everything including his identity and security to protect the people he loved most? About how he was thrust into an important position in the Empire before he was even an adult? About how his favorite food is peach sorbet? About how he was morphed into a weapon at the cost of his personhood? About how he only regains a little bit of said personhood when he's given the space to not be the death knight? About how he's so underappreciated? I do.

#i think im the number one jeritza fan #memorized all his lore a while ago he's so cool and we should talk about him more #almost cried writing this bc he's just ao fascinatingly tragic to me #save me jeritza...jeritza save me!!!#fe3h jeritza #jeritza von hrym #fire emblem three houses #fe3h

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withoutalice · 4 months

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Far From The Edge 🩵🧡

I wrote a thing! Inspired by @wyrm-with-a-why, @mr-miss-anonymous, and @siberat :)

(fic summary under the cut)

#i broke my writers block with this-#let me know if a different rating is more appropriate!#transformers #maccadams #maccadam #overlord #trepan #overpan #fanfiction #alicewrites #ao3 #cried while writing this #jk almost #its not even funny how much i should be asleep rn

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sga-owns-my-soul · 2 months

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PLEASE i love your caldweir hc

thank you so much for this ask bc i'm taking this as permission to share all my ideas for it bc it's fully taken hold of me and i think about this almost daily at this point okay so elizabeth and steven would get married like mid season 2 (bc i hc them as being past lovers and reconnecting after atlantis reconnects with earth) and i think elizabeth would discover she's pregnant like RIGHT after they get back to atlantis, so she convinces the sgc to appoint the daedalus as Atlantis' Designated Ship so steven could stay in pegasus with her throughout the pregnancy right and carson would be the one to deliver the babies and ar1 would be SO overprotective of elizabeth and the babies AND i think elizabeth would surprise rodney with the name, like i think she would wait until after she's delivered them and her and steven are each holding a baby and ar1 comes in with carson and elizabeth is like rodney i hope you're okay with this but i really wanted my daughters to be a legacy of not just everything you've done for us but for the future of this galaxy and i want to name this one meredith and rodney would get SO EMOTIONAL AND IT WOULD BE SO CUTE (i need y'all to know that i cannot stop picturing rodney holding tiny baby meredith with tears in his eyes, his pinky being held by her entire hand 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹) also just imagine ar1 going on missions and bringing things home for the girls i think it would be so cute also both girls would have the gene simply bc i desperately want to see john and elizabeth taking the girls through the city just to watch their fascination with the city responding to them bc would that not be so cute

#their second daughter would be named poppy #bc steven wanted something with military ties but still something sweet and girly #and he would be so in love with those girls #the few times the daedalus has to go back to earth for supply runs or whatever he's devastated #no one comments on the colonel of the daedalus crying in the gate room while saying goodbye to his girls #bc they all understand #john arranges to keep his team in the city during one of these trips #so they can keep an eye on things so elizabeth can take the girls and go with steven #and she almost cries over it #i have SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS #shoutout to mushroom for helping me come up with half of it #most of it was born from a different au we're writing together #and a lot of this stuff didn't make it in to that au but i couldn't stop thinking about it #and now i'm rotating the idea of making this an au fic #bc i love it so so much #it's so good #anyways #caldweir #headcanons #asks #sga

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bor0wik · 1 year

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A little oneshot before going to sleep ^^

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Till death do us part, we will get back together after it...

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Warning: none i think

Ship(s): bit of Stickvin

Ending: post VH and post R endings

A bit angsty... But with happy ending, don't worry ^^

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Short story

No dialogues

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Charles was sitting near his grave on the cliffside, watching the sun hiding itself behind the horizon, as the sky looked beatiful in red, orange, blue and purple colors. He missed being alive, but being dead is not so scary as it seems. Maybe it just sounds scary and sad, but death feels better, if you know why you died. Charles died protecting his best friend. He felt so much better than if he would die alone there. He missed everything from his life. His dad, his job, his friend, and one specific person. His name was Henry, he missed him a lot. Maybe they didn't knew each other that much, but he had a feeling, that he was... Maybe this one person... One and only, that you might meet just once in your life and meeting another person like that would be almost impossible? He missed him very much. Just at the thought that Charles might not see him ever again made him shed a tear. He was still watching the sunset with a vision bit blurry from tears, when he heard a footsteps and a sound of grass moving. Charles looked behind him, and saw Henry, with cybernetic hand. Henry looked at him with a big, smile and wide eyes, as he looked like he was tearing up now. Charles quickly stood up and run up to him, hugging him tightly, as few small tears escaped his eyes. Henry returned the hug, as few tears streamed from his eyes too. They pulled out and looked at each other, deep into their eyes. Charles then gently took Henry's hand and led him to the cliff. They both sit on the edge and were watching the sunset, as few stars were now visible and the sky was a lot more darker than before, still looking beatiful. Charles then floped onto the grass, laying on the ground and looking up at the stars. Henry did the same and snuggled a bit to Charles in the process. They both blushed a little as they were still watching the beatiful night sky.

Nothing will separate us now...

We're together now...

Forever...

#the henry stickmin collection #thsc #thsc henry stickmin #charles calvin #stickvin #i almost cried while writing this-

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aaaaaaaaagenloser · 7 months

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(Tw: kinda transphobia? Use of it/its for a character who hasn’t declared what their pronouns are yet. Arguments over whether a character is a person or not; that ties into the pronoun thing here. Bonus points for descriptions of canon-typical gore yipeeee)

An update from after writing this: oh this. Got. This one got away from me?? I think I started this at 4 minutes past the hour. It is now 43 minutes past the hour. shitt.

Update; it is now 17 minutes after the NEXT hour. 26 minutes after th last update. I have seen god in the past hour and she shook in fear of both my power and audacity. I have lunch with my family scheduled in like 6 hours and I have not yet slept. This wasn’t meant to be as long as it is but I was possessed and this is the result. I may edit it and make it smoother later but I’ll make that a separate post, I want this sleep-deprived chunk of words to be here as like a monument to the fact that I could have been playing stardew valley during this time but I chose to do this instead

TLDR: long ass story ahead written by a sleep-deprived and hyperfixation-driven author. Who is now going the fuck to BED

“We can’t just keep it! What if it has a tracking device? It won’t let us fucking touch it so there’s no way of knowing it has one unless it leads them right to us!”

“Ok, I hear you but think. That hasn’t happened yet. It’s been about what, three days? and that hasn’t happened, and they haven’t been violent towards any of us at all. They haven’t tried to go back either, so there’s no risk of them telling or leading Showfall where we are.”

“Why do you keep calling it ‘they’?”

“Well they can’t be an “it” now can it? …wait.”

“Ok can we figure out the gender of the thing in the other room after we figure out if it’s a threat to us or not. It’s not even a fucking person, you remember what those things did to you back there, don’t you?”

“Those people were not themselves, they were just doing what he wanted them to do—“

“They’re not fucking people! Those things are all part of Showfall, just like Hetch was! It’s just waiting for the right time to turn us in, or pull some shit on one of us like they did before.”

“They weren’t… they weren’t in control.”

“Yeah like fuck they weren’t, I saw it fucking happen!”

“You can’t just… Ok. Sneeg. Stop. You don’t speak for me, the one who, oh I don’t know, was the one that shit happened to? They were being controlled just like us—“

“No, no, not like us. We were wandering around and not knowing what the fuck was happening. None of us knew what was happening. We just went along blindly. Those things—on purpose—dragged you to that stupid wall and sewed wires into your hands—“

“Shut up, Sneeg—“

“No you shut up! You didn’t see it fucking happen! I saw them and Bitchface literally hold you down until you passed out! They were fucking choking you, they fucking—they nearly fucking killed you with just their hands, that’s not a little suggestion in the back of your brain, that’s on purpose! That is fucking deliberate, that is a thing those machines chose to do! You don’t remember, you weren’t conscious when they fucking stapled you to the wall and strapped your head in—“

Sneeg glanced at Ranboo for a moment in-between pacing as he ranted, and the far away look in their sibling’s eyes shut them up immediately. Ranboo was still present, thank fuck, but they were looking at their brother like he was holding up a knife to their throat.

“Fuck, Ran, okay, okay—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… shit. Do you need Charlie?”

“You don’t know when to shut the fuck up.”

“…okay. Okay. I’m sorry. Do you need me to get Charlie?”

“No, I’m fucking fine.” It did not sound like he meant that at all. His voice was less steady than before. “I don’t want him to worry about our… hitchhiker. He’s worrying enough about… well, everything.”

“The fact that it’s here, so close to us is the reason I’m trying to get you to see, Ran. What if it turns on him? What if it does that shit to him when we aren’t there?”

“We will be there.”

“And when it tries anything, we can kill it?”

“Sneeg!”

“You wouldn’t kill it, even if it hurt our fucking brother?”

“Of course we wouldn’t keep them around if they did that, could we at least just… just leave it behind? …wait, no, they couldn’t take care of themselves. If we had to leave it behind, maybe we should…”

Silence lingered for a bit too long.

“We should what, Ran?”

“…Sneeg, I was about to say that killing it would be a mercy.” The Hero laughed. “Doesn’t that sound familiar?”

The Taken didn’t reply.

“We have to help them. I don’t… I don’t want to be on the other end of a mercy killing. I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore.”

“Okay. I’m—are you okay?”

“…m fine. It’s fine. Just. Can you stop acting like they’re any different from us? Please.”

“What do you want me to think then?” His voice was softer than it had been a few minutes before.

“Just assume that they… that they were someone. Just like we were before. And they didn’t… they didn’t do anything on their own, it was all Showfall.”

“Okay. Fine. Let’s assume they were controlled, they didn’t mean to, so on and so forth. Why haven’t they talked yet.”

“I don’t think any of the drones even could talk. Wait, should we really be calling them a drone—“

“Shut the fuck up, Ranboo, we have got to figure out what to do with it. It probably doesn’t even know what is happening, what the fuck does it matter what we call it.”

“It matters to me! Do you want me to call you by your title? Do you want to call me by mine? …No? Then why are we treating them like all they are is what Showfall made them? We had lives before, we were someone, so they must have been too. They might not realize it, or… or act like it, but they used to be someone. They are a whole person, Sneeg. We have to help them, we can’t just leave them behind because that would mean we are giving up on someone just like us, and we cannot give up on each other. They… they would have hurt us by now if they were going to. And Showfall hasn’t found us since… you know, which means there aren’t any more trackers.

…okay, Sneeg?”

“…okay. If it,” he sighed at the look Ran gave them, “if they try anything, we have to leave them behind. I’m not letting a dumbass puppet be the reason we get taken back.”

“If they—ok, whatever, you’re not understanding. You can’t say one of us somehow wanted to be controlled, and they’re a ‘puppet’ but those rules don’t apply to the rest of us—“

“There is not an ‘us,’ Ran! That thing isn’t like us!”

“Guys?”

A sleepy voice shut the two of them up instantly. They had a split-second conversation with their eyes before looking to their brother. ‘We aren’t done talking about this’ ‘You’e absolutely right, so later?’ ‘Later.’ ‘We’re telling Charlie nothing happened?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘Ok good plan.’

“Why are you two fighting? I’m tired, can we please go back to sleep?”

“We weren’t fighting, we were…”

“…talking about plans for tomorrow. And you can go back to sleep.”

“I don’t want to be by myself.” Charlie looked at Sneeg pointedly, who sighed to Ranboo with a playfully annoyed expression.

“Well I guess I gotta go be a teddy bear again.”

“Have fun”

“Absolutely not.”

Charlie punched Sneeg in the shoulder lightly for that, who just giggled in response and led his little brother back to their room.

Which left Ran by themselves.

Some nights, he would join them, but some nights Charlie couldn’t stand to be anywhere near Ran, and the three of them had made a silent mutual agreement that Charlie trusted Sneeg more than he did Ranboo.

…Ranboo was okay with this. He wasn’t hurt by it. He didn’t cry on the nights he slept by himself.

He didn’t wish he could be the one Sneeg comforted sometimes. They were just fine.

They were fine, which is why they went to the living room where their… well. Their hitchhiker? They weren’t exactly a brother, or a sibling, more like a fourth wheel on a tricycle. Or a flyaway hair. Okay, maybe Ranboo needed to get tbr fuck to sleep, alone or not.

But he found himself in the living room, where their hitchhiker slept. Or, didn’t sleep, as they seemed to not need to. They would sit on the couch and stare idly at the tv. That was what had started the whole conversation with Sneeg in the first place; Ran wanted to leave some kind of entertainment for the fourth person so they wouldn’t be made to sit in the dark for hours. Sneeg took this remark as a perfect opportunity to explain all the reasons why the former drone should be abandoned, but Ranboo would have fucking none of it. Maybe the couch potato (shit, he really needed to come up with a name for them—) didn’t seem to sleep, barely ate, and stayed still unless actually verbally told to move, but they were still a person. Ranboo was sure of it.

Their hand wandered up to the fresh scabs where their mask had been. The fourth person had a mask, one that hadn’t been touched. Despite usually staying still, the person—(Ranboo thinks they might just call this person Couch for now. Maybe it’s not accurate, and they’re tired, but it’s something. C, for short.)

C would back away any time the others would try to get near them. And they did in fact try, but despite how creative or sneaky they got, C always ducked away. It reminded Ranboo of the drone who had followed them with a camera, always one step away and never letting the Hero get too close.

The mask turned to Ranboo, who stared back quietly. C hadn’t talked at all, so Ranboo didn’t expect them to suddenly start now. He wasn’t even sure if they understood what was said to them, but Ranboo wanted to try anyways. Better to be polite.

“Do you like the show that’s on? I think it’s called Lucy, or something. I don’t know, Sneeg said it was funny. And it didn’t seem, uh- scary or anything.”

The mask didn’t speak.

“If you want to change it, the remote’s right there, um, I showed you how to use it before. And there’s like, instructions drawn on there. You can thank Charlie for that one.”

…

“I think I’m going to head to bed.”

…

“Fuck it, can I stay here?”

The mask still didn’t speak, but the head hidden behind it tilted a bit at the sudden change in tone. Ranboo took this as an absolute win.

“So I just. I don’t want to be by myself. And I don’t think you sleep, I mean if you just sleep when everyone else is asleep that’s cool, but also if so how do you even? function? on that much sleep? It really isn’t that much but to be fair you don’t do much so maybe you don’t need it. …do you sleep sitting up? And just somehow wake up when we get close? I know, um. Sorry about that, again, we were just worried your mask had a tracker like mine used to.”

Ran laughed nervously. “I think I did convince them that it doesn’t, so that should stop now. If um. If we make you uncomfortable you still don’t have to be touched, it’s, it’s fine.”

Other than the head tilt before, there wasn’t a reply.

“Okay, since. You can’t talk, I’m just gonna… I’ll sit down beside you. On the couch. And if you don’t want me to be that close you can uh- you can leave. Or like, get up, and then I’ll leave. This is the only room with a tv, so I’ll let you stay here, but I can’t tell if you want me to be here or not, so. Okay, sorry, I’m rambling. Just… move if you want me to leave, okay?”

Ranboo waited for a response that didn’t come, then sighed. “Okay.” He kept his hands up and open while sitting down, waiting for a few moments before tucking his feet under himself to get more comfortable. “I’m just gonna stay here, okay? Like I said, just move if you want me to leave.”

The mask had tracked them to where they sat now, but the person—C—didn’t make a move to leave. Ranboo turned their attention to the tv, keeping an eye on their couch partner in their peripheral vision. During a moment of audience laughter in the show—I Love Lucy, they remembered—C turned their head back to the television as they had been before Ranboo walked in.

Seeing as how C (they needed a better name than that—) didn’t speak, this was the closest Ranboo could get to being told “you can stay here.” So they did. A few episodes later, his head was on the arm of the couch and his eyes were closed.

Five turned its attention to the Hero, who was now asleep. He had said it was a person, which was almost hilarious. And the Taken and the Hero seemed to think it couldn’t talk? They had to know it needed to be given permission first: any handler of a Drone or Prop knew that basic rule. It would wait until permission was given: it knew how to obey. It wasn’t meant to speak to a superior unless it was told it was allowed. It would wait.

…in the meantime, it studied its handler, the Hero. The other Actors, their two other handlers, called him ‘Ranboo’ but Five knew that wasn’t his actual label. The Hero was his character in the last show, and so that is who he was. Five didn’t know if Actors had a number, but he had been called the Hero in the script, and so the Hero he will be until the script changes.

It hoped to get new instructions, a new script for itself, something, soon. It was tired of simply watching the Actors go about their incredibly off-script show. It was sometimes told to participate, and since no other superiors were nearby, it had to obey its current handlers. But it was told to participate, to stir eggs, to help clean the kitchen, to attack small webs in corners with a stick with soft spikes on the end. Those sorts of things weren’t it’s usual directive, and so it found itself…

It didn’t resent its handlers. They were doing their best, and they at least knew that they were meant to give it orders. It simply wished they were familiar orders. It wished the Hero had told it to play dead, or play chase, or play camera, or caught, or prop. It would even listen if it was told to power down until needed. At least then it wouldn’t have to be conscious in this boring and unfamiliar set.

Y EA I know they probably don’t like tvs. Shhhhhh. I didn’t think about that until like. I had already written the tv part. At this moment it is 55 minutes past th hour and I want these characters to go the fuck to sleep so I can go thr fuck to sleep /lh

And yeah Five only uses “he” for glran. That is intentional. It’ll be talked about and shit later. Something about being put into a role, something about showfall being transphobic, something something I want to go to bed

Powering down = “sleeping” for a drone. Different but similar. I’ll explain how it works later?, anyway The others hav e told Five to “sleep” but it doesn’t understand because it is only ever told to “power down” so it’s like error.sleep_not_found and it stares at them like “bitch you said the wrong. Thing. You’re supposed to know how to control me so you don’t want me to power down I fucking guess” and it’s gonna be really funny after that miscommunication is taken care of.

If you remember the Five Gets A Cold And Wants To Throw Hands With Everyone post, this is wayyy before that. These motherfuckers are fresh out of showfall. Don’t ask how they got a house. I’ll figure it out

I am! Tired! I’m not proofreading this!! Goodnight please give me your thoughts if you have them. I need to know I didn’t sacrifice tbis much sleep in vain /nf /lh (I appreciate words but you are Not required to give them. Love you have a good nigt/p)

#five the genloss blorbo #let’s not talk about how many tries it took me to spell unobserved. let’s simplynot #update like 5 years into me writing this: i also cannot spell the word peepohe it would seem #that. that was meant to be the word People. you can see m #h my point stands #it is late as fuck yet I Have to make this. it has to exist so I must make it exist #I’m hamilton writing like I’m running out of time but I’m writing g #writing 51 essays in which assorted characters get the physical and/or emotional shit beaten out of them #and me running out of time is running out of sleepy. I am a sleep y man #take a break and get away says my pillow. I am Hamilton my pillow is upstate and this goddam mess of a short story I am trying to write is M #this story is Mariah Reyndolds leading me to her bed .#I haven’t slept in a while and I’m hyperfixationed on Hamilton so that metaphor makes. 0 sense #if you’re reading this far I’m so sorry. have a cookie! and fun fact an old lady held my hand and s #she said my (Very Androgynous!!) haircut is perfect. she used those words #i almost cried right then and there. genuine compliments from people make my fucking day . ok I need to go back to editing thisthing now #I wrote it. changed a plot point. started to rewrite it. changed ANOTHER plot point #so now I’ve got several s #several layers of Oh Shit I have to untangle #im. making my own goddam escape au apparently????? it won’t make any fucking sense but I will explain it later.#and! feel free to ask questions!’ and tell me if it make’s absolutely 0 sense #I do in fact want to be able to tell the story in a way you will understand. so ask questions! give a feedback! /gen /pos #I accidentally. deleted a tag so whatever I was going to say is fucking gone now. oh I think I memerbr #they are out of character ye. I’m sleepy and I’m making their escape au up as I go.#so far I have 1) the box scene was somehow Worse #2) they kidnapped Five (yippee!)#3) Charlie is the most traumatized out of the three. I don’t. I don’t know why.#I think that’s mostly because I didn’t feel like writing a conversation between Three characters. so my brain was like this :#why isn’t Charlie here? sleeping. why are these two not including him in conversation? protectiveness.#why protectiveness? he is the most upset out of the three of them and the other two have basically taken up the caretaker role. great plan #great plan hit the showers. I have reached. max tags. shit oh well back to writing tumblr says so!

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memento-morri-writes · 9 months

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"Out of one box, into another."

I- uh... I wrote more about my DnD character. Sorry it's not WIP content, but poor Rook had the worst session ever tonight (technically yesterday, since it's almost 1 am), and I was Very Inspired.

TW for violence, abuse, vomit, panic attacks, drinking, and death (in a dream).

transcript under the cut.

Strong arms grabbed Rook and pulled him away from the wall where he was sandwiched. Rook whipped around, heart pounding, expecting to see a familiar hulking goliath man. He breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that it was Warren who had pulled him free, not Olvar. Shaking, Rook backed away from Bullosa, Aki, and Maka, pressing himself deep into a corner. His breath came in shallow pants, and his heart was racing

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Rook had never heard her voice sound so warm, so loving. In fact, the only time he had ever heard happiness in her voice had been a kind of sadistic joy when she toyed with him.

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Suddenly the neat, simple house felt too small. The walls felt crowded, like they were pushing in on him. His lungs and limbs were screaming, and his heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. Taking the bottle in one hand, he pushed out of the house, letting the door swing closed on its own behind him.

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Warren was silent for a long moment, but eventually he spoke again. “Those scars, did she give those to you?” Rook nodded. “Sometimes it was her personally, sometimes she was content to just watch.” His stomach twisted as he remembered those sessions. Wolf lounging in a chair while Olvar beat or whipped Rook bloody.

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He looked around at the three people surrounding him. He had never once in his life imagined having three people who cared about him so much. Who cared enough to follow him when he vanished, and check up on him. He felt comfortable, sitting here on the roof with them.

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Rook was only semi-aware of what was happening as Canan and Warren hauled him down from the roof. He only became more aware when they got inside and Warren pushed him towards the door that had been closed ever since Rook had arrived. “Nnnn-no,” Rook stuttered. “I d-don’t need to sleep in there. The couch is fine.” He tried to push himself away from Warren, but stumbled. Warren grabbed him again, and propelled him towards the door. “You’re sleeping in a bed. At least for one night.” Sensing the hopelessness of his situation, Rook gave in and allowed himself to be led into Rowan’s room. He was vaguely aware of pink walls and numerous vibrant decorations scattered around the room. Warren led him to the bed, and Rook collapsed onto it, still mostly dressed.

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Beyond the door, he could see CaptainWolf’s crew all gathered around the door, laughing. Aki and Maka stood at the front, one on either side of the captain. Their laughter was the loudest, and even above the din of the crew, and his own rising panic, he could hear them. “You were a fool. You should never have trusted us. Maybe if you hadn’t, you would be free.” But as the walls of the room crept in, Rook knew that wasn’t true.His last thought as the walls began to crush him, and as Olvar’s fingers squeezed the life from his body, was simple. It was always going to end like this. Rook bolted awake, heart racing. A scream was building in his throat, but he quickly clamped his mouth closed, biting his tongue in the process. His stomach heaved and he leaned over, vomiting bile into the bucket beside the bed. As he lay back, panting, Rook heard Captain Wolf’s voice in his head. “Out of one box, into another.”

#my writing #morrigan plays dnd #dnd #oc: Rook #I can and will explain this if anyone cares enough to ask #but right now it's 1am and I'm tired.#this is pulled as directly from what actually happened in the session as I could make it.#god. seeing Rook actually have good friends (and kind of a father figure) in his life makes me so happy.#even if I'm literally in the middle of torturing him.#after Rook passed out Warren said he ''hadn't had anyone to take care of in a while'' and I almost cried.

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 1 year

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hey hey hey, you know that abyss prince childe thing you posted today? that? yeah i'm gripping it by the neck and squeezing it like a squeaky toy because I NEED MORE! it was so good and the beginning was such a good hook into the story. aaaaah awaiting any updates to it!!!

oh oh goodness thank you so much!!!! this is very much appreciated, i was so nervous posting it last night akdsjdn but everyone seems to like it which makes me very happy!!! i will start working on the next chapter asap :D

#chit chat #anon #I'M GENUINELY BLOWN AWAY BY ALL THE POSITIVE FEEDBACK I'M GETTING #i think i just stared at the prologue for too long while writing it because my brain was telling me it sucked ;v;;;;#and my friend read it and was like 'nah man it's good' and i STILL was nervous #lowkey almost cried this morning when i saw everyone being so positive about it akjdnasjkd #anyways!!! the next chapter should hopefully come soon depending on how much energy i have!!!#in the meantime i'd be happy to answer any questions!!!#sweet people!!!#blessed heir of the abyss #good evening :)

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doctaaaaaaaar · 1 year

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Vote for Post Hoc so we can tie!!

Propaganda for a tie!!! A Heart of Sunflower Mikey meets Post-Hoc Donnie!!!!

@tmnt-crossover-polls post hoc by @posthocpaganda

Mikey is backstage. He’s going on soon. He was excited at first. But right now, he’s just overwhelmed. Damian went to calm down in the bathroom, and now he’s completely and utterly alone.

He managed to be out there for two minutes before it got to be too much. Seeing all of his brothers, but not his brothers. Because his brothers were somewhere he didn’t know, being hurt. He can’t do it anymore. Other Mikey’s who are with their brothers and happy, it’s too much to bear right now.

The guys on stage aren’t helping either loudly singing Dentist from Little Shop of Horrors. So much talk about making people hurt, torturing them. He holds back a shudder. It doesn’t help how passionately the guy is singing too. He wonders if those turtles are okay.

“Hey,” He’s broken out of his thoughts by a soft voice, Donnie, not his Donnie though, one who looks kinda sickly, though that might just be his skin. “Mind if I sit here?”

Mikey nods once, trying to smile at this other version of his brother. He must have walked off the stage.

Donnie leans against the wall, and slides down gently. The two sit in silence for a moment, until Mikey speaks up. “What’s with the dentist guy?”

“Oh, he’s actually my doctor. I’m uh, not doing too well. And he’s a master at what he does.” Donnie explains, resting his head on his knees. “What about you, are you alone here?”

Mikey stares resolutely at his hands, “My brother’s…they’re not here. I have a friend with me.”

“Is that why you're back here?”

Mikey nods. “That and I’m going up next.”

Donnie hums slightly. “I’m trying to make it so that my brothers can survive without me. I’m not getting better, and I want my brothers to be okay. I’m sure they’re the same for you. They wouldn’t want you to close yourself off.”

“What?” Mikey says, sitting up on his knees. “You-you’re giving up? You’re leaving them?”

Donnie blinks, seemingly taken aback by Mikey’s sudden movement. “It’s not that I want to. But it’s hard to ignore the data. I doubt that anyone can help me now.”

Tears are falling out of Mikey’s eyes. Sudden and fast paced. Overflowing and dripping onto his knees. “You can’t give up. Please!”

He chokes on a sob, missing the look of shock Donnie gives him. “Mikey, hey--”

“No!” He sniffs, futility wiping his eyes, “My brothers are out there, being tortured. They’re-they can’t give up. Because I can’t lose them. And-and your brothers can’t lose you either.”

“That’s what I’m preparing for--”

“Not because of your skills! God, why are all Donnie’s like this? They don’t want someone else who can do the same jobs. They want you! I want you! I need you back, Donnie.” His breaths come out more like wheezes as he tries to get his point across.

Arms are wrapped around Mikey before he can even realize. Mikey is burying his face into Donnie’s shoulder, arms wrapped tightly around his carapace. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You have to promise me you’ll try to live.” Mikey says, snuffling pathetically. “Please try to live. They need you.”

“I promise.”

#post hoc propaganda #a heart of sunflower propaganda #propaganda #PLEASE WE WANNA TIEEEEE #anyways I almost cried while writing this #tmnt-crossover-polls

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loveskz143 · 2 years

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Chan’s therapist: Having something or someone to care for can significantly improve one’s mental health.

17 year old Bang Chan: So something like having seven kids?

Chan’s therapist: Chan no-

(3 years later)

Chan, looking at his members as they debut together: The doc was right 🥹

#I almost cried writing this #bang chan best leader #skz #stray kids #incorrect quotes #love skz #loveskz #bang chan #skz bang chan #best leader #love you bang Chan #god why did I have to write this while listening to my calm and comforting skz playlist

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bludraws094 · 7 months

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sigh.

my son… </3

#this is about the lore i just did #i almost cried while writing it

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knifedog · 7 months

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really interesting reading these two books back to back.. left: book about a charismatic carnivore that we were able to see and track (almost) everyday of his life. one individual touching the hearts of thousands of people even when he's been dead for years. right: book about a slimy awful fish that doesnt even taste good??? thats so fucking secretive and shy that it drove people bonkers trying to figure it out literally for hundreds of years?? people literally spent decades roaming the ocean to pinpoint where they would breed... we still don't know????? we still havent seen them mate?? and the eels are in danger of going extinct??? one lived (maybe. unconfirmed) for a 150 years in a well???? what the fuck

#also left: very straight foreward writing #right: deeply touching and poetic writing while giving lots of information.. i almost cried at the end #i would def buy the eel book if i found it second hand #reading

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yami-yomiel · 2 years

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I remember the first time we talked; March 13 2022.

I remember i was so nervous because I was(and still kind of am) a bit of a punk. Then I joined your server because well-talking on tumblr sucks-that aside, I never thought I'd meet and know so many wonderful and lovely people. While I know we don't talk much 1 on 1, I enjoy seeing your messages in my notifs, your always developing and improving skills as an artist, and just your presence in general.

I'm ever so thankful that we had the pleasure of crossing fates.

Happy birthday @sapphiretheharpy 💙

#cherryflavoredart #gift art #i almost cried while writing this ong im so sappyyyyy #heh a sappy gift for sapphy.. heh

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tvrningout-a · 9 months

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forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's. // for chiyo!! ♥

actions speak louder than words | @vonerde gets close to chiyo!

she can't breathe. she is breathing, but it's not enough. the air escapes her lungs as quickly as it enters while chiyo vaguely realizes she's hyperventilating. back pressed again a tree and fingers digging into the earth, chiyo stares at the unmoving body of... she doesn't know what it is. it looks like something she might draw into her manga as an adversary, but that's crazy. things like that don't exist.

yet a creature lies there all the same, meeting her eyes with a lifeless gaze that she can't break away from.

gaia blocks her view of the creature then, concerned eyes a comfort to see instead. still, the air won't stay in chiyo's lungs. she feels lightheaded. is she gonna pass out?

her friend speaks, but it doesn't reach chiyo who shakes her head, tries to tell gaia, " i can't hear. " all that makes it out, though, is " i can't, " as tears prickle at her eyes. she can't. she almost died. something attacked them, she almost died, and gaia protected her. gaia risked her life to protect chiyo. she killed that thing. she---

she can't. it's too much too fast.

gaia grows closer, cups chiyo's tear-stained cheeks and guides her face until their foreheads meet. she takes her hand, places it upon her chest, and chiyo watches gaia's lips in an attempt to understand what she's saying. breathe in. gaia's chest rises beneath chiyo's hand. out. her chest slowly falls. breathe in.

chiyo breathes in and holds it. she feels gaia's chest fall, and this time, she's able to breathe out with her. it's short and shaky, but she does it all again and again until the air finally feels like it's enough, until her head doesn't feel as if it might float away. her eyes flutter shut, exhaustion hitting chiyo like a train as relief finds its voice over the panic. thank god they're both alive. thank god gaia isn't hurt.

she has questions, but she doesn't ask them just yet. no, she pulls gaia closer yet -- a little awkwardly for the goddess who nearly falls onto chiyo, but she doesn't care. she buries her face into the crook of gaia's neck, clinging onto her, breathing in the smell of something floral and sweet, feeling the rise and fall of gaia's chest against her own. chiyo has questions, but they can wait.

" you... you looked cool, " chiyo mutters. she's trying to be lighthearted and failing at it. her voice shakes too much, cracks when she's honest. " but when you got in front of me, i-- i was really scared, gaia. " her arms tighten around the goddess. " i didn't want you dying for me. i don't. "

#vonerde #YELLS AND CRIES!!!! I GOT CARRIED AWAY BUT FOR GOOD REASON!!!#i thought what if this is how chiyo gets introduced to the supernatural? bc i figure gaia and co. wouldn't exactly #be keen on involving her/telling her about it? until they had to?? unless you disagree!#in which case this could maybe be what makes gaia consider making chiyo her champion? plants the idea at least!#also the way chiyo is like ' oh my gosh i almost died?? GAIA COULD'VE DIED?? ' and just :' )) wants to have her as close as possible #for a lil while :' )))#ahhhh i loved writing this so thank you for the ask vee <3 #interactions | chiyoko #a chain reaction in your heart | adulthood | chiyoko

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