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saibug1022 · 4 months

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WIP Whatever-Today-Is

I got tagged by @aces-and-angels to share some WIPs, so I'm gonna show off some some Blades ones, an Elementalists one, and a few It Lives ones I never finished and I'm very excited. I'm gonna tag @oh-so-youre-a-nerd because I know full well you have more wips

Blades

First up, a little Tyril Hurt/Comfort, set during Ch 8 and during that time when we were all headcanoning the experimentation and torture Valax did:

“I’m sorry,” Asterin mumbled.

“No, I am,” Tyril protested immediately. He offered his hand and visibly relaxed when Asterin immediately took it. "I didn't mean to scare you. That's the last thing I ever want."

“I know,” Asterin said. “Trust me, I know. It’s okay.”

“Stop saying it’s okay,” Tyril replied. He clutched Asterin’s hand in both of his. “Me scaring you like that is abhorrent. But I am worried about you. That’s an Amulet of Rotem isn’t it? It’s an illusion charm. I know things have changed but we’ve never hidden things from each other. I shudder to think you feel the need to hide things from me and lie to me now.”

"...you're right," Asterin confessed. He kept his voice hushed. He wasn't sure why. Maybe he thought if he could barely make out his own words they wouldn't be real. "It's an illusion charm. I got it from Nia, but she doesn't know what it's for. It makes me look how I did before Valax."

"Do you look different now?" Tyril asked, matching Asterin's tone. Asterin nodded. "How?"

Asterin tried to answer but the words were so quiet not even their shared elven senses could pick it up. He wasn't even convinced he said anything at all. How could he say something out loud? How could he think about it long enough to give voice to his pain? Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as his frustration grew until finally he squeezed his eyes shut and took the amulet off.

There was no flash of light like he was used to with magic but he surmised from Tyril's sharp intake of breath that everything was now on display. He didn’t even need to look. He’d spent enough time staring at the scars in horror before making the request of Nia upon finding her again.

The most subtle were the pinpricks dotted all over his wrists and neck. They could almost be mistaken for freckles. Sometimes he could even pretend that’s all they were. But those were the simple ones. Also scarring his wrists were jagged cuts, lined up one after the other, and on his palms as well. With the charm off Tyril would also be able to see the way his hands shook now, a tremor he still couldn’t explain nor remedy. He assumed it had to do with the damage to his hands and wrists. A harsh claw mark was emblazoned across his face, a hair’s breadth away from his eye.

But worst of all were the last two. On his chest were three precise lines, two that started near his soldiers and went inwards until they met and went straight down in a “Y” shape. And on his back were the burns. At least, he thought they were burns. He had no way of knowing for sure.

Next we've got one that has the working title of Aerin Retrieval, which I think says everything on its own

“Aerin.”

Aerin nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned around quickly, both because of the sudden voice and the person it belonged to. Sure enough a familiar elf was leaning against a nearby tree. Aerin had always thought the phrase ‘glaring daggers’ was ridiculous but it fit the expression he was receiving now.

“Tyril,” Aerin said slowly. “You found me.”

“It wasn’t difficult,” Tyril scoffed. “For a spy you are dreadful at covering your tracks.”

“I wasn’t a spy,” Aerin muttered petulantly.

“What would you call your betrayals then?”

“Why are you here Tyril?” Aerin sighed. “Drag me back to my cell? Kill me?”

“Oh I’m going to do much worse than that,” Tyril said.

He slowly advanced toward Aerin and despite everything Aerin had faced he still backed away from the elf. But Tyril had the longer stride so before Aerin could get far enough Tyril was right in front of him. He reached forward and Aerin tensed up.

“OW!”

Tyril completely ignored his complaint and continued dragging Aerin back the way Tyril had come. By. His. Ear. Aerin was forced to just stumble along after him.

-.-.-.-.-

“Where did you go?” Asterin wondered.

“I found this,” Tyril explained, and dragged a struggling form out of the shadows by their hood.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Mal chuckled.

“Aerin?” Asterin said as he got to his feet. Aerin didn’t meet Asterin’s eye, instead focusing very intently on brushing himself off. “Aerin!”

Aerin finally sighed and looked up. “Hello Asterin.”

“So it is you,” Asterin replied.

“Yes it is,” Aerin mumbled. “I’m sorry?”

Asterin didn’t say a thing. Instead he walked right up to Aerin and punched him in the face hard enough to send the prince sprawling into the dirt.

“Asterin!” Nia scolded.

“Don’t stop him, this is great,” Imtura laughed.

“I deserved that,” Aerin admitted.

“You deserve SO much worse,” Asterin growled.

Elementalists

This is a scene from my own personal lore, where Apollo (going by Eli at this point) finds out his foster parents erased his memories. It'll eventually be Griffin x MC but I didn't get far enough XD

“We’re so sorry this is how you found out…”

Eli could barely breathe. Tears burned his eyes as the words written on that letter played on repeat in his mind, completely drowning out Professor Athantis’ lecture.

Everything Atlas said was true. Eli had managed to swallow down the idea that he had a secret twin brother and his parents weren’t his real parents. He’d gotten past that. But that wasn’t all they lied about. They’d erased his memories. He didn’t get sent away until he was six. They erased six years of memories of his real parents and his twin. They let Eli go through his life lost and aimless, knowing those memories about his twin and magic would fill that missing piece. He was walking around with a void in his chest his parents own parents caused. No. Not his parents. His foster parents. Eli wasn’t even his name.

“Mr. Pierce!”

Eli looked up and saw the entire class and Professor Athantis looking right at him with varying degrees of concern, confusion, and irritation.

“You’re blinding the class,” Professor Athantis explained, their tone urgent but gentle. Eli blinked and glanced to the sconces along the wall lit with magical light and realized yes, the small orbs were much larger and brighter than normal. Eli cursed and took a deep breath, forcing the lights to dim back to their normal levels.

“Sorry, mx,” Eli muttered.

“Are you okay?” Shreya asked him. “I’ve been trying to talk to you for half the class.”

Eli opened his mouth to tell her but then paused when he realized he couldn’t. He couldn’t tell her what was going on without mentioning Atlas. Not only was this eating him up inside but he couldn’t even tell anyone about it! Atlas didn’t even know how to deal with his own emotions, much less Eli’s. Professor Swan would panic and defend his foster parents. And no one else could know about Atlas or his parents.

“I’m fine,” Eli ended up saying.

It Lives Anthology

A cute little idea I had of the Eclipse giving Shadow!Val some level of coherency and form again :)

“What do you want?” Lucas asked sharply, not bothering with any sort of pleasantries. “Why are you the one calling me instead of Connor or Ava?”

“Because it isn’t about the monsters and shit,” Noah answered. “It’s about Val.”

Lucas stood up so fast his chair fell backwards, causing his poor roommate, James, to startle. Lucas didn’t pay them any mind though, hurrying out of his dorm and the building as fast as he could, pausing behind the building where he wouldn’t be overheard. Noah would occasionally send him pictures or little messages from Val when Val asked him too but that was all. If Noah was calling him about Val then something happened, something bad. Lucas’s veins felt like they were filled with ice.

“What happened?” Lucas demanded. There were so many things it could be, spinning through his mind. Val disappeared, somehow he got hurt, he forgot them, or worst of all he’d somehow gotten corrupted and turned from their sweet little playful ghost into a monster like Redfield or Jane.

“Relax dude, it’s nothing bad,” Noah replied.

“Forgive me if I don’t believe you,” Lucas snapped.

“Okay I deserve that,” Noah muttered and Lucas resisted the urge to verbalize his agreement. “I called instead of texting because I figured you’d want to see this and you only have tonight.”

“What is it?”

“You know how tonight’s that lunar eclipse?” Noah asked.

“Yes, it’s the only total lunar eclipse over Westchester in a hundred years,” Lucas replied. “I don’t think you’re calling about astronomy.”

“No, I’m calling because of what it means for the Power,” Noah confirmed. “Or magic. Or theyre the same thing, I don’t fucking know. Point is, Ava called and said the lunar eclipse is a time of clarity for spirits, when their humanity and shit becomes stronger. She called to tell Karter because of the shit going on with his sister and she said it only applied to human spirits so we didn’t think it applied to Val but…”

“He’s coherent?” Lucas’s eyes widened.

“As coherent as he can be,” Noah answered. “He’s still a little jumbled but he’s talking in full sentences and…and he’s singing again.”

This is a hypothetical scenario I came up with during ILW's release where the only way to close the breach would be for all people with Power in them to be gone too, meaning all three It Lives MCs

It was supposed to be over.

Matthias was defeated, Adrian and Marianthe were dead. The witches were free. The blood moon ritual was stopped and the horrors were cured. The Power was purified. It was all over. It was supposed to be over. They were supposed to get to go home, to live. Yet Castor found themself staring at the spirit of Loha, her words taking up all their thoughts.

“No,” Val shook his head, his voice shaking but Cas couldn’t tell if it was rage or fear. “No, no, I’m not-, no. You’re lying or you’re wrong.”

“I’m afraid not,” Loha seemed to have a bit of sympathy in her face as she looked at Val. “The breach has to be closed or this will happen again. There will be nothing and no one to stop it, not even a purifying anchor.”

“This is sick,” Leon snarled. Him and Val were the only ones in the cave with Cas, the only two that could make it far enough in. “You, you did this to me! I didn’t get a fucking choice! It’s your fault I have to do this!”

“I can’t,” Val’s hands fisted in his hair. “I can’t do this, not again, no.”

“It is what needs to happen,” Loha replied to Leon, ignoring Val but Castor came to his side and wrapped an arm around him. He didn’t even seem to notice. “The three of you are different from everyone else. Everyone has a connection to the Power, though some connections are stronger which is what gives them their powers. But you, each of you have a piece of the Power within you. As long as it’s there the Power can never truly be sealed away.”

“NO!” Val looked up, his face twisted with rage and he took a step forward that shook the entire cave. His voice wasn’t quite his, it echoed before it even reached the cave walls. Behind it was a chorus of whispers that made Castor shiver. “I’m not doing this again! I sacrificed myself once and I don’t regret but I am NOT letting it happen again and I am not letting Leon and Castor die!”

Last one, the start of Abel proposing to Castor <3

Castor was always colorful. Everything about them was so vibrant and so full of life. Being around them made the world seem brighter, from the green of life to the blue of the sky. It was in their smile and their laugh and of course in their eyes. It was absolutely beautiful, how they made the world so much more wonderful for everyone around them. For most it was their presence and their kindness and humor, but for Abel it was their love.

And among all those colors, the most Castor of them all was gold. The cyan of the Power was there, of course, in their powers and their eyes and Abel wouldn’t trade that for the world. But their soul was gold. It was bold like jewelry, it sparkled in their eyes, it glowed in their smile. It was warm like the sunlight lighting their face, turning their skin a warm brown.

Right now their eyes were closed and for once their muscles were relaxed. They breathed evenly as the golden light from the sunrise shone on their face and Abel knew if their eyes opened they’d reflect that light like stars. But he was content to watch them sleep, happy to see the softer side of his bright lover. For it was in these moments that somehow Abel loved them even more, because while Castor lit up the world of everyone else this was something only Abel got to see. The part of them that was soft and vulnerable was for him and him alone.

Castor trusted him and loved him, they took care of him and let him take care of them. It was the kind of thing he’d always wanted with someone and Castor not only made his dreams come true but surpassed them. It was why Abel wanted to spend the rest of his life with them. He always knew he wanted to but in these soft, small moments was when he felt it the strongest.

Castor let out a small yawn and shifted, causing a twist of hair to fall in front of their face. Abel carefully reached out to tuck it behind their hair and Castor leaned into his hand without even waking up. Abel knew he must look ridiculous smiling as big as he was but he didn’t care. Castor made a small hum and their eyes blinked open, brown and cyan finding him and causing a smile of their own to appear on Castor’s face.

“Hi,” They said, their voice barely above a whisper.

“Hi,” Abel replied, his voice just as quiet. “Did you sleep well?”

“Well with such a handsome man in my bed how can I not?” Castor leaned up and pressed a small kiss to Abel’s lips. It was barely a peck but it still warmed Abel from the inside out. This was what he wanted. Mornings like this where it was like the world faded away and that light of Castor’s was all his. Mornings and nights were there was no Power, no monsters, no ghosts, no classes or jobs, just Castor and Abel getting to be Castor and Abel. No more, no less.

“Can I ask you something?” Abel found himself asking. For a moment he panicked. He knew where his train of thought was going and he had an entire plan in place. But as Castor’s curious eyes met his, he thought damn the plan. He reached up and trailed his fingers along Castor’s cheek. Castor opened their mouth and Abel rolled his eyes fondly. “And do not say ‘you just did’.”

“Well, way to take all the fun out of it,” Cas pouted. “Fine, go ahead. What do you want to ask?”

Abel just smiled and rolled out of the bed leaving Castor laying there very very very confused.

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gaiuskamilah · 7 months

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post ilb lucasmc noahmc fic with noah bringing lucas to see redfieldmc (and all the angst and jealousy and bittersweet joy it entails)? 😳

eulogy it lives anthology | G | 1k words | lucas/f!mc and noah/f!mc [read on ao3]

Lucas hadn’t set foot in the woods in years.

His current situation made it a mildly amusing, if not an altogether miserable, fact of his life. Documents littered his desk and a number of placards now sat in his garage. The past few months were spent working with various groups to protect the woods surrounding Westchester. Another greedy rich person’s plans of tearing those woods down, thwarted. A small swell of self-satisfaction rose in him at knowing he was able to help keep the woods safe.

The same woods that he hadn’t wandered in properly since senior year.

The same woods where Cassie died.

Lucas’ motives were selfish, in a way. Yes, he did it to protect the woods. But another part of him did it for Cassie. To protect her first grave and her memory, even if he didn’t have the guts to face it again himself.

Or at least, until now.

Chills went up his spine as he followed Noah Marshall into the woods of Westchester. It was all too reminiscent of that disastrous homecoming night — a night that Lucas frequently played over in his head too much for his own good. The thought of running the opposite direction and reporting Noah to the cops had run through his mind twice in the past ten minutes, only held back by what Noah promised him.

The promise of one Cassandra Gomez.

Or at least, a part of her.

“Why only now, Noah?” Lucas asked, breaking the tense silence between them. “You’ve known about… this… for three years. Why only show me now?”

“Being on the run from the cops keeps you awfully busy, if you must know,” said Noah, ever so sarcastic. It grated on Lucas’ nerves. “And I had to make sure you wouldn’t turn me in. Or y’know, kill me.”

“I would’ve if Connor didn’t vouch for you.”

Noah let out a mock laugh. “You wound me, Lucas.”

“Just like you did Cassie.”

Noah stopped in his tracks. He turned on his heel to Lucas, a mixture of grief and anger on his face. “I did not kill Cassie.”

Lucas looked at him with an impassive expression. “Maybe you didn’t. But you did lead her to her death.”

“She’s—” Noah let out a frustrated sigh. “—she’s not dead. Not wholly. She’s still here. She took Jane’s place. For us.”

Lucas bit his tongue to stop a bitter ‘for you’ from slipping out.

It was an irrational thing, the way jealousy reared its ugly head at the notion of Noah and whatever remnants of Cassie trapped in the woods having only each other in the past few years. After all, Lucas didn’t step into the woods until tonight. Noah was regularly keeping her company, and he was a wanted man.

Still, Lucas was an idiot if he didn’t notice the way Noah looked at Cassie all those years ago. The accompanying fact that she had apparently chosen to die for them, for Noah, did not help the matters of his heart at all.

He knew what he wanted. All those years ago, he wanted everything. His parents’ approval. To be valedictorian. To be president of the student council. University acceptance letters. Cassie.

Everything else seemed so trivial now compared to his desire to see Cassie again.

“I know what she was to you, Lucas. What you were to each other,” said Noah. “That’s why I brought you here. Because you should know. You deserve to know.”

They continued on until they reached a familiar clearing in the woods. Moonlight illuminated the very same glade where they performed that first unsuccessful ritual. Noah sat down on the stump and let out a breath. Lucas tried to ignore the fact that Noah was seemingly shaking.

“Right,” Noah said after a huff. “Cassie.”

“Where is she?”

“Cassie’s always around,” said Noah, with more confidence this time. “You just gotta know how to listen.”

Lucas tore his gaze away from Noah and into the depths of the woods. His heart pounded with a mix of fear and anticipation. He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. He focused on the slight breeze, the incoming chill in the late August air, the tittering of the animals in the woods.

And then…

A voice.

It was wispy, gone with the breeze almost, but Lucas heard it. It echoed in his ears, and despite his earlier attempts, he couldn’t stop his heart from beating wildly in his chest again. It was so reminiscent of that night three years ago, when Redfield, no, Jane—

Lucas squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. No. This night was different.

Memories of Cassie reappeared in his head— her cheering him on on that first day of school, their impromptu interview practice, their first kiss at the house party, how radiant she looked in her homecoming dress. Moments Lucas wouldn’t trade for the world, as devoted as he was to it.

“Cassie,” Lucas murmured just above his breath, so soft only he could hear. “Come back to me.”

He felt it, the way the air changed. Shadows entered the glade, circling, forming. Lucas watched as the shadows came together in the shape that haunted his dreams; a mass of shadow with long arms and talons, and a face with nothing but two blue, burning circles for eyes.

Eyes which seem to burn into him.

“Lu-cas?” it said, with a voice almost unsure, unbelieving.

Despite the fear, Lucas took a step forward. “Cassie?” His voice shook. “Is it… is it really you?”

The monster— no, Cassie —nodded her head. Her shadowy features brightened. She raised a hand and pointed to herself. “...It’s me! Cassie!”

Lucas let out a sob. Tears welled in his eyes and he let out a shaky breath as he stepped closer to Cassie. Cassie floated towards him, and the two of them met in a not-quite embrace. Lucas wrapped an arm around Cassie as she curled around him, the shadows of Cassie’s body surprisingly solid under Lucas’ hands. Tears rolled down Lucas’ cheeks freely now. A strange sense of relief washed over him at knowing that somehow, some semblance of Cassie was still alive.

That he had something to protect, something else to fight for.

#playchoices #choices #it lives in the woods #ilitw #it lives anthology #ila #lucas thomas #noah marshall #lucas thomas x mc #lucas x mc #noah marshall x mc #noah x mc #ysa tag #answered #my writing #lucassie

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rainesenator · 1 year

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POV: you're fucking insane and played all six routes in thirty minutes to get here

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itlovesinthewoods · 8 months

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Going absolutely insane over this.

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cadybear420 · 3 months

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Well, since Jo and Lucas get engaged in ILW I think it's the perfect time to make some wedding headcanons for them. Stay tuned.

#choices stories you play #choices #choices game #choices stories we play #choices stories we play fandom #choices it lives in the woods #it lives anthology #it lives series #it lives in the woods #it lives within #ilitw lucas #mc x lucas #jo x lucas #lucas x jo #lucas thomas #jo hunter (ilitw mc)

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itlivesproject · 1 year

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Random ILITW characters headcanon I just had but Lucas likes to call MC "first lady" or "first gentleman" as a nickname if they're in a relationship 😳

how romantic 🥺

#ask #ilitw #cadybear420 #mod win #lucas thomas #lucas x mc

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it-lives-in-westchester · 1 year

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❤️: draw a character pining

this is one of the few times I have drawn MC as Redfield

@spectrestatus-recognised

#it lives in the woods #ilitw #lucas thomas #lucas x mc #artists on tumblr #my art #playchoices #eva answers stuff #sorry for everyone who has sent me requests I'm getting around on some of them

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marshallmallows · 1 year

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take what you can get (part 1)

lucas thomas x gn!devon

summary: for devon, he’ll take anything he can get. (aka lucas gets his first b-minus and thinks about his long-lost love.)

angst, fluff

mentions of drugs/allusions to drug abuse, mentions of death

a/n: hello!!! this is my first ilitw fic so go easy on me. please tell me if i missed any content warnings! this is a rewrite of the scene with him at the end of ilitw showing one year into the future :]

Now that he’s in college, Lucas likes to think that the old grade-obsessed and self-destructive version of himself is far behind him, tucked into the pocket of his sweater that he never wears anymore.

But no one can ever truly change that quickly, and the lingering obsessive qualities of his past self follow him like a ghost. And personally, he’s seen enough ghosts for a lifetime.

And that’s why, when he stands in line and picks up his paper on Professor Bhatt’s desk, finding that he received a B-minus on his first paper of the semester–and the first B-minus of his life, he tries, arduously, not to freak out. He steps out of the line with his mind running at a mile a minute and lets his intrusive thoughts win for just a moment as he thinks back to his pseudo-savior back in his senior year of high school.

He would never go back to that time in his life even if someone put a bullet to his head, and even that wouldn’t be the scariest thing that’s ever happened to him. It’s unsettling to think that it only happened a year ago.

But after his mind briefly remembers the numerous pill bottles and pages of false prescriptions, it lands on something–someone else. His real savior during the hell that was senior year.

Devon.

Words, which are something that Lucas usually is so eloquent with, can’t even begin to describe Devon. They were the person there for him when his self-destruction was at its worst, with the things on his plate piling themselves up by the minute and the effects of the amphetamine meddling with the fear and anxiety that Redfield provided. They were the one to convince him to throw away his falsified prescription and they were the one to instill a bravery in him that he still doesn’t know how to get back to this day. He could only be brave with Devon, in the brief and short time that they were able to love one another. The time that should’ve been longer.

Senior prom was inevitably canceled after the monstrosity that went down at homecoming, but a part of him wonders what it would’ve been like to experience it with Devon. Because before homecoming went to shit it was one of the best nights of his life, until it quickly turned into the worst. The same person with whom he danced and kissed and made numerous memories with died that night, and he’s sure that a part of himself died alongside them too.

But Devon isn’t here, and the reminder of their death stings a lot more than this B-minus does. But he knows that they shouldn’t be forgotten; they should be cherished and celebrated in death because no one did it nearly enough in the time that they were alive, including him. It hurts, but if this pain from missing them is all he has left, then he’ll take it. He’ll take any trace of Devon that he can get.

Bravery isn’t something that comes to him as easily as it does for Lily, nor is confrontation as simple as a conversation as it is for Ava. But thinking of Devon makes him brave, and he will take that bravery because it’s the closest thing he has of them now.

“It’s no big deal. Just one paper,” he says to himself. He tries to believe it–even if his encouragement to himself is lackluster–because he knows that Devon would have said something similar, in their signature comforting manner that made his worry lines soften and his heart rate slow. Words that are lackluster when said to himself would have been entrancing coming from their lips.

He’s so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t realize that nobody else is in the classroom except for him and Professor Bhatt, who’s now watching him with a curious gaze and asking if he’s alright.

It scares him, opening up to this professor who probably has better things to do than to listen to his problems, but he knows that there are far scarier things out there than this.

So he talks. And as he talks, his mind wanders back to the person with his heart; the person who took it as he watched them be buried six feet underneath the ground. He thinks of Devon and thanks them for gifting him with this bravery, even if they aren’t by his side. Lucas was always bravest with Devon, but because they’re not here, he’ll just have to settle for being brave by himself.

He’s horrified at the thought, but with the strength that his memories have lent him of the person he loves, then maybe it won’t be so difficult.

Because it’s bravery that came from Devon, and for Devon, he’ll take anything he can get.

#lucas thomas #lucas x mc #ilitw #it lives in the woods #choices #devon ilitw #lucas x devon #raine writes #*sweats nervously*

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kissmeawake · 2 years

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The Misfortunes of Shadow Boy

Summary: Fletcher Blackwood knows that he is still in there, somewhere. And that is all he needs.

Pairing: Noah Marshall x MC

Word count: 586

TW: Cursing

Notes: ILW has reignited my undying love for my MC and Noah, so here you go!

The others do not understand, but Fletcher knows.

He knows that the person Noah Marshall once was is still in there, somewhere, beneath swirling shadows and behind eerily glowing eyes. He knows, knows with his whole heart, that if he could somehow just grip all that darkness and rip it away, like a dark costume or a billowing cloak, he would see him standing there, beanie covering his hair, some strands falling loosely in his eyes, hands buried in the pockets of his jeans, probably a grin and a sarcastic comment on his lips.

“He is gone, Fletcher”, Stacy always says. “And good riddance”.

“Don´t say that”.

The anger growing deep down in his stomach at those words is almost uncontrollable, more monstrous than most of the things he has met in that godforsaken forest and not nearly so easy to kill. But he tries to anyway, because he knows what Stacy and the others have been through, what they have all been through, and that they only want what is best for him, although it is not what they think it is.

And anyway, they do not know what they are talking about, they do not know him like he does.

They do not visit him every day, trudging through the forest when the sun is setting, the red and orange light falling through the leaves and painting the ground, calling Noah´s name until the undergrowth rustles and a light breeze blows through the trees.

“Friend?”.

“Yes, Noah, friend”.

They do not know that one run-down room in Redfield´s house, where Noah keeps memorandos Fletcher has brought him, pictures of Jane and him, their young faces glowing with happiness, pictures of him and Noah from the old photobooth in the town´s tiny cinema, his favourite records.

They do not sit in that room for hours, playing cards and talking or at least trying to.

“You remember Jocelyn?”.

“Jocelyn? Bad…”.

“Nah, she´s actually kinda cool now”.

“…Friend?”.

“She´s started giving me nicknames, so yeah, I guess”.

“Nicknames?“.

“Yeah, she calls me Shadow Boy“.

They do not see the look on his face when they listen to one of his favourite bands, do not hear the giggles escaping him when Fletcher starts singing at the top of his lungs, jumping around.

No, they do not know him like he does.

But of course, it is not enough, it is never enough, because Fletcher wants him back. He wants him back so badly that his heart aches, so badly that he sometimes dreams of the moment the shadows finally, finally evaporate like mist to reveal his pale face. He wants to go to the cinema with him, wants to throw his popcorn at him, laughing. He wants to watch Noah cooking with a look of pure concentration on his face, wants to eat whatever he has made and smile, because it is so fucking good. He wants to hold his hand, to kiss him, to feel his hot breath on his skin and hear him whisper his name. He wants him to go to culinary school and be fucking happy, because he deserves that.

God, he wants him back so badly.

The others do not understand, but Fletcher knows.

And so, he ventures deep into that damn forest everyday, leaves crunching and twigs snapping under his feet, unable to stop a smile from forming on his face when he finally sees those blue eyes blinking happily out of the darkness at him.

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choicesfandomappreciation · 11 days

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Secret Pal Event Masterlist—April 2024

Kindness is never wasted! Thank you to everyone who joined this Secret Pal event! I hope you enjoyed learning more about your matches' characters and pairings and enjoy the gift given to you. I've loved seeing what everyone created! Keep spreading kindness and sharing your characters and pairings with our wonderful fandom! 💖

Alphabetical by user name of the giftee Please let me know if you see any errors or any links that are wrong

💖 To: @aallotarenunelma 💙 From: @noesapphic

Dan Pierce x MC moodboard and poem

💖 To: @abelflints 💙 From: @storyofmychoices

Lincoln x MC Art

💖 To: @cadybear420 💙 From: @lilyoffandoms

Tom x MC Art

💖 To: @jerzwriter 💙 From: @peonierose

Trystan x MC Art

💖 To: @ladylamrian 💙 From: @moominofthevalley

Blades MC Moodboard + Tavern Playlist

💖 To: @lilyoffandoms 💙 From: @cadybear420

Trystan x MC Edits

💖 To: @moominofthevalley 💙 From: @jerzwriter

Springs Eternal: Trystan and Emily enjoy a perfect spring day.

💖 To: @noesapphic 💙 From: @aallotarenunelma

Lucas x MC Aesthetic

💖 To: @peonierose 💙 From: @tveitertotwrites

Luna Moodboards

💖 To: @princess-geek 💙 From: @ladylamrian

Desire & Decorum edits, moodboard, and drabble + Blades drabble

💖 To: @storyofmychoices 💙 From: @thosehallowedhalls

Comfort: Alex is less than happy with her performance. Can Thomas offer comfort?

A Stagger in the Woods: Mal had a little too much to drink. It's up to Daenarya to help him make his way through the woods.

💖 To: @thosehallowedhalls 💙 From: @abelflints

Blades MC Edit

💖 To: @tveitertotwrites 💙 From: @princess-geek

Tobias x MC Moodboard

Thank You Mini Moodboards for Participants

@aallotarenunelma — Ash Clark

@abelflints — Lincoln McQuoid

@cadybear420 — Aiden Zhou

@jerzwriter — Tobias x Casey

@ladylamrian — Nik x Alex

@lilyoffandoms — Tyril x Maiele

@moominofthevalley — Trystan Thorne

@noesapphic — Vasili Thorne

@peonierose — Bryce Lahela

@princess-geek — Beatrice Foredale

@thosehallowedhalls — Trystan Thorne

@tveitertotwrites — Derek x Charlie

#choices #playchoices #choices fandom appreciation #choicesaprilactsofkindness #choices fandom events #playchoices game #choices game

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saibug1022 · 7 months

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Val Ebony/Aquino (ILITW)

This is my son Val, I would literally die for him. In all honesty he's probably my favorite MC I've ever made and the one closest to my heart and DEFINITELY has the most lore. Because I am a firm member of the poly MCs club, he is dating Lucas Thomas and Andy Kang in ILITW and by the end of ILW he starts dating Noah and gets back together with Dan Pierce (long story).

#playchoices #choices #it lives in the woods #ilitw #ilw #it lives anthology #lucas thomas x mc #andy kang x mc #noah marshall x mc #dan pierce x mc

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choicesjanuary2024 · 4 months

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MASTERLIST || WELCOME || PROMPTS || RULES || HOST

Listed in alphabetical order by artist name. If I missed adding one on this list, or missed reblogging, please let me know.

@aallotarenunelma

Chronicles of a Crimson Summer 11 (ID Fic & Edit, Cas x MC)

Songs that describe my pairings (ID & It Lives Songs)

@dutifullynuttywitch

Starlit night (WtD Fic, Troy x MC)

@inlocusmads

chosen family (CoP Fic, Trystan)

hello, goodbye ~ jimmy rose (CoP Fic, Jimmy)

laplace’s angel (CoP Fic, Trystan x MC)

meeting at a crosswalk (CoP Fic, Trystan x MC)

slam poetry (MAH Fic, Stevie x MC)

@jerzwriter

A Different Fate - Final Chapter (OPH Fic, Ethan x MC)

A Little Mess (OPH Edit, Tobias x MC)

A New Perspective (OPH Fic, Tobias x MC)

A Tipsy Winter Tale (CoP Fic, Trystan x MC)

Clucking Amazing (OPH Edit, Ethan x MC)

Different Destinations (OPH Fic, Tobias x MC)

If the hat fits… (CoP Fic & Art Commission, Trystan x MC)

It Always Starts Somewhere…. (CoP Fic, Trystan x MC)

Pen-sive (OPH Fic, Ethan x MC)

Pietro & Azul (OPH Fic, Tobias x MC)

Stress Reduction (OPH Fic, Tobias x MC)

The Morning (WtD Fic, Eli x MC)

Trystan’s 2023 Holiday Recap (CoP Edit, Trystan x MC)

Twenty-Five (WTD Fic, Troy & MC)

@ladylamrian

A Prince for the Holidays (Blades Fic, Aerin x MC)

His Barbie, Her Ken (Nightbound Fic, Nik x MC)

Loyal to be Royal (Nightbound Fic, Nik x MC, Garrus x MC)

@liaromancewriter

Daddy’s Girl (OPH Fic, Ethan x MC)

Making It Work (OPH Edit, Ethan x MC)

Miami Nights: Before and After (OPH Edit, Ethan x MC)

New Year Wishes (OPH Fic, Ethan x MC)

Whatever It Takes (OPH Edit, Ethan x MC)

@lilyoffandoms

Alex as the Winter Princess (Nightbound Art, MC)

Aerin x Raine (Blades Art, Aerin x MC)

Ash Clark (ILITW Art, OC)

Captain Pandrosion Elara (AtV Art, Sol, Meridian, Kepler, MC)

Casey MacTavish (OPH Art, MC)

Coffee Date(s) (CoP Art, Trystan x MC)

Detective Lilah Rose (CoP Art, MC)

Ethan (OPH Art)

Gabriel Rose (CoP Art)

Imtura Tal Kaelen (Blades)

Inspired by Mal x Daenarya (Blades Art, Mal x OC)

Kajsiab (Alpha Art, MC)

Kieran (TCH Art)

Lancelot x Guinevere Silhouette (Guinevere Art, Lancelot x MC)

Leaf, King of Birds (TCH Art)

Lilah Rose (CoP Art, MC)

Luca O'Rinn (ID MC)

Mal Volari (Blades Art)

Marianna Howard (Desire and Decorum Fanart, OC)

Nia Ellarious (Blades Art)

Nora Rose (CoP Art, MC)

Sabastyan Thorne Case File (CoP Art)

Saini Rusanen (ID Art, MC)

Tatum x Aubrey (FA Art, Tatum x MC)

Together We Win (Blades Art, MC)

Trystan (CoP Art)

Tyril Starfury (Blades Art)

Wallace (Blades Art)

@lovealexhunt

Happy New Year (RCD Fic & Art Commission, Thomas x MC)

Helios - Emma’s Arylu (TE Art, Familiar)

#plantlove (OPH Fic, Bryce x OC)

Post Christmas Bliss (RCD Art Commission, Thomas x MC)

Spread Joy #841 (Blades Edit, Mal)

Tuneless Wonders (TE, Fic & Art Commission)

Valax (Blades Art)

@peonyblossom

Hades of House Nightbloom (Blades Art Commission, MC)

I Wasn’t Built For Iceland (AME Fic, Carson x MC)

We’ll Figure It Out (Untamable Fic, Kit x MC)

@stars-are-within-me

In Her Arms (CoP Fic, Vasili, Juliana)

The Skies (Blades Fic, Imtura, Ventra)

@tess-liam

Turning the Page (TRR Fic, Liam x OC)

@thosehallowedhalls

A 2AM Christmas Tree Farm [1/2] (CoP Fic, Trystan x MC)

Babysitting the Demonic Duo (CoP Fic, Trystan x MC)

Home without - Part One (CoP Fic, Trystan x MC)

Progression (CoP Fic, Trystan x MC)

Tabloids, or a story in 5 headlines (CoP Fic, Trystan x Emma)

#playchoices #choicesjanuary #choicesjanuary2024 #choices monthly challenge #masterlist

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