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vvintagerose · 1 year

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Young Valentine

A young child’s socked feet silently pattered along the floor, their thin face illuminated by a candle they held carefully in their small hands. Valentine- though they would not be referred to by that name for another many years- could not sleep. Their nights had been restless as of late, and no one around them could discern why, so they had decided nearly every night to leave their sleeping quarters to peruse the vast library their father kept, as they found reading had an almost meditative effect on them, to the point where many times they had awoken with their face pressed into the creases of a book they had been exceedingly engrossed in.

Their father kept mostly books pertaining to his work; property deeds, family histories, histories of the land of France and its neighbors. He was a meticulous man. But, mercifully, he still kept a small stock of books solely meant for entertainment, their covers gilded with the names of kings that may or may not have lived and great adventures they may or may not have gone on. They had fond memories of their mother, in times when she was in better health, sitting them down on her lap and reading ancient Greek plays and Biblical texts to them, it was at some point in these happy afternoons that they had learned to read, though they cannot quite recall when the letters began to weave themselves into words and phrases and sentences and prose on the page before them. But ever since then they had inhaled any book they could get their hands on.

Walking through the shelves, their eyes landed on two thick volumes standing side by side. It was evident that these were two halves of one series, as their candle reflected off of the delicate gold leaf that spiraled across the leather spines to form a latticework of beautiful flowers, framing the title.

“Le Morte d’Arthur.” They whispered into the chill air, letting the words fall from their tongue in wonder. The Death of Arthur.

They felt drawn to the books, and so swept them off the shelf, struggling to balance them in their thin arms while keeping grip on the candlestick.

Back in their room, they laid the first book open on their bed covers, where the first page showed a lovingly detailed illustration of a tall, dark haired woman emerging from a lake, bestowing a smiling, albeit stern looking man with a sword that looked as if it was made from the light of heaven itself. Indeed the creator of this book had gone to the liberty of pasting bits of silver and gold leaf over pieces of the scene, so that they seemed to glow in Valentine’s wide eyes.

Eagerly they turned to the first page, and began to read.

It befell in the days of Uther Pendragon, when he was king of all England, and so reigned, that there was a mighty duke in Cornwall that held war against him long time…

#my.writing #from the ship logbooks #valentine laurent #little val!#theyre probably around 6 here? though not sure

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gracebenson · 1 year

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I wanted to have all my drabbles in one space

Jet x Seamus | Law & Order OC

#law and order oc #law and order organized crime #jet slootmaekers #jet x seamus #my.writing

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meowkiima · 2 years

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FALLING FOR YOU

I promised to post this like a week ago but couldn’t gain the courage to do so </3

warnings: suicide, mentions and implications of misgendering, implications of transphobia, implications and mentions of bullying. one description of a corpse

My movements are slow as I climb the stairs, how can I be fast when every step is just so full of you?

You, you who suffered the most. You who had to face others as if it was your own fault you were trapped in a meat and bone cage that wasn’t yours.

When they had found you, I was there and did you know that they couldn’t understand it was you at first? They couldn’t even understand if you were a boy or girl, bet that would make you happy, when the answer was obvious to anyone who knew you.

They had to pry me off from your corpse, I bet they thought it was because I was scared of letting you go while i was just in awe how someone could be still so graceful when their neck is open, inviting people around to take a look inside the now empty veins

When I open the door sun greets me, as bright as your smile. Your smile… your smile that I can see even from the other side of the world, I wish I at least would’ve seen it one more time before you’re gone.

I went to school after you were gone just to see that place was full of people who never understood you weeping over you, those people still couldn’t see you even after you were gone.

“she was so young for this” they said, and I was in shock of how a sentence could be this wrong.

You were not and never be a she, and you most definitely had to experience more than anyone.

At that moment I hated all of them. All of them who acted like they were all innocent. Like they didn’t force you to be someone you weren’t. Like they weren’t the ones who made you cry and hate yourself more than you already did.

But the most, I hated myself. Hated myself for not sticking up for you. Hated myself for choosing them over you. Hated myself for not offering to come with you that night. For everything

and I’m sorry, I truly am for not crying for you when you were gone. For not even going to see you where you are buried.

But how could I? How could I be sad when you finally got rid of that pulse you hated the most? And how can I mourn for a body that wasn’t even yours in first place?

but now, now I can cry. Not because I’m sad but I can cry because I’m finally about to meet you again my dear.

I don’t think I ever cried from this deep before. No I’m sure of that. After all I’ve never cared about someone more and now I can feel your hands in the wind, caressing my cheeks, now I can hear you calling for me in the voices of people down in the ground, calling me to come and embrace you like I should have when we last see each other.

And this time? This time I will.

I can feel your touch all over me as the ground comes closer. I lost the track of time.

You once told me it takes approximately 5 seconds for someone to fall from a building this high, so why does it feel like eternity? Is this my punishment? Punishment for turning on you when you most needed me?

I hope if I ever fall my body looks like my love for you;

hurt, ugly but nonetheless strong.

#so yeah #my ugly writing 😔#tw suicide #tw transfobia #a lot of tws basically #not proofread but idc tbh #my.writing

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bajisbbg · 1 year

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OMGOMGONGOMG DHEHSV. YOU GUYSSSS IM WRITING SOMETHING FOR BAJIIIII AND I MIGHT POST IT 😱😱😱

#kittykei #keisuke baji #baji keisuke #tokyo revengers #omg i actually am so happy to be writing again #my.writing #keisukebaji #baji x oc

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astelren · 2 years

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OP to you being clueless to their flirting/feelings I

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: Fluff, Nothing much tbh, A little bit of Teasing, Gender Neutral Reader, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ Minors please interact with me only by liking or reblogs. ➳ Characters: Ace D. Portgas, Luffy D. Monkey, Sabo, Zoro Roronoa, Sanji Vinsmoke, Izo, Cavendish, Rayleigh, Trafalgar Law

⤠ Part II ⤟ One Piece Masterlist ⤠ Cbat Song⤟

I wrote this when I wasnt that well so if some stuff sounds/seems weird I'm sorry, I tried my best to correct it HAHAHA I need to write more about one piece sob,,,,

Ace and Luffy are the worst for the mere reason that they are straightforward. A lot. Like they both clearly stated that they like you in a more romantic sense when you stated that you two were friends, but if you somehow still didn't get the hint they would be clueless about what to do other than scream their love. Ace would be a lot more flirty and teasing than Luffy, mostly because the latter isn't interested in it lmfao. Also Luffy is oblivious too, he isn't that interested in having a love relationship, while Ace not at all, and would notice things pretty quickly.

Sabo isn't that bad. But I feel like he could be quite oblivious too, making the situation both funny and annoying to everyone else. You both like each other, flirt even, but still convinced that the other is just being friendly koala is screaming into her pillow please. Luckily Sabo braincells would connect and realize what has been happening for a while, also thanks to Koala, so everything is well. Kind of. He has no idea how to make you realize his feelings without screaming like the other two

Zoro is both oblivious and straightforward. He lives in his own world of training, not noticing it your flirting or his own until it's too late. Drives him a little bit insane how oblivious you are even if he thought it made things pretty clear; he likes you and wants to take your relationship further, but maybe his wording wasn't the best and you misunderstood... Somehow.

You just think that Sanji is being, you know, Sanji. So you don't think too much about it. Expect the fact that he is being much worse when it's about you; he knows your favorite food, drink, book and he is always, always thriving for your attention and praise. Not also very shy about it, will remind you time and time again that he likes you. Without batting an eye. Maybe tearing a little bit considering how you constantly reject his feelings by calling him friends, although you didn't mean it

I like to think that Izo is into a more traditional way of courting, so your misunderstanding of his gestures is pretty normal, considering that they both be seen as platonic and romantic. However, he is gonna make stuff pretty clear soon while slightly teasing you, finding your obliviousness simply adorable. He won't mind it that much, using it mostly to tease just a tiny bit. A tiny bit he says, lying.

My sweet boy Cavendish is so confused and perplexed. He honestly thought it was pretty clear, considering how clearly he favors you over anyone else. Not that he minds it, he finds it as a battle to make you understand his feelings, and it's a good excuse to pamper you with gifts and affection. Like the dude would propose to you to be his partner like he's asking your hand in marriage, he is not subtle by any means. Probably took the word out of his dictionary.

Rayleigh is a fucker. He noticed how completely oblivious you are to his flirting right from the start and he is amused by it, loving to tease you and make you question what his action actually means. He doesn't do it with malice and would clarify pretty quickly his feelings, waiting for you to get embaressed over the situation with a smirk.

Poor Trafalgar has no idea how to work in this situation. You can literally hear the gear in his brain trying to work out, because, in all honesty, he thought his feelings were all over the place. He's glad that it isn't the case, but he has no idea how to confess his feelings without secondhand embarrassment. Especially with how many times you have called him a dear friend in his face, ignoring his groan and grunt.

This work belongs to @/astelren, do not repost, translate, copy, rewrite or share on tiktok without my permission. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged♡

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screechingcreature · 2 years

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Child of the Beast

Opening - Chapter 1: Protostar

He had been given charge of the placement of a single stepping stone. Just one. Get the Senate's attention by blockading Naboo. And for just a moment Darth Plagueis himself had thought that maybe, just maybe, his apprentice had inherited his tenacity in seeing a plan through, but then came the first “complication”. Supreme Chancellor Valorum assured Senator Palpatine in a private audience that he’d be handling this matter personally since he’d headed the change in taxes that had spurred the federation into action. Informing him that he’d be sending two Jedi Knights as his ambassadors to the Trade Federation to assure a quick and peaceful resolution to the blockade of the senator’s home planet. Palgueis was not pleased and he was not pleased that Darth Sidious had let this come to pass.

“It is too soon for their involvement.” He hissed walking side by side with Sidious down the hallway that led back to the senate offices. “What should I have said?” The younger Sith asked with mild amusement “No, please do not send the best negotiators in the Galaxy to speak on the behalf of my people?” “You should have raised concerns about their involvement, sending the Jedi could be seen as an act of aggression.” “I assure you, my Master, I did,” Palpatine said in a voice he normally reserved for soothing his constituents while having to jog a little to keep up with the irritated Muun’s long strides. “Unfortunately Valorum is, as you well know, infatuated with their order. He could not be swayed and with the Jedi masters there in person assuring me as well I could not use the Force to help him see my perspective.”

Plagueis’s unseen grimace deepened. “The asset on Naboo must be removed.” He said finally looking down at Sidious. “I want it taken to the facility on Behpour.” “I will see it done.” They split, Palpatine going down the hall toward his office to do as his master bade and Plagueis carrying on to the lift that would take him down to a waiting speeder. Inside though he stilled and reached out into the Force for answers and possibilities. Receiving ill news clearest.

The moment the door to the speeder was shut beside him by his driver he flicked open the center console communicator. “Magister?” 11-4D answered on the first alert, reliable as ever. “Contact my agent on Naboo. I want him to have eyes on the Jedi the moment they land.” “Contacting him now.” “Tell him they will arrive with the droids and should be easy enough to spot.” “Yes, Magister.” Plagueis slammed the communicator shut and sat back in his seat to brood, looking up at the storm begining to gather over Coruscant, foretelling of the encroaching darkness.

“Pew pew pew!” On the surface of Naboo, in a lonely apartment in Theed on the outskirts of the city’s central square among messily painted images of Corasount’s Heaviside scrapers on delicate silk scrolls stuck with much too many adhesive strips to very expensive looking antique furniture played a child with a tattered old rancor plush.

“Raaaahr! RAAAAHR” It was missing an eye and a very well-loved, but that did not seem to be slowing it down in the mind of the child who was using it’s little arms to smack at the buildings and speeders made out of knickknacks and baubles once held in the furniture. “Aaaaaugh!” The child reared back and with all the strength in her little arms threw the creature into the ‘traffic’ she’d laid out in rows among the towers making the toy send things flying this way in that. “It’s a cat-ass-trophy!” That was the biggest word she knew and she could never quite say it right.

“Miss Cevé?!” “Nh?” She turned to see who was calling, very startled. No one was supposed to be there. Not until around six when the droid would arrive from her father’s favorite restaurant to deliver her dinner and it wasn’t that late yet. The child quickly picked up her stuffed creature and pulled open one of the cabinets her drawings were hung from, hiding inside before pulling the door nearly closed. It was a man’s voice, a familiar one, but not familiar enough for her to go running to it and so she went quiet and still.

Watching through the crack in the cabinet until the man seeking her stumbled onto her play scene, tripping over one of the ‘cars’. “Dammnit-” He barely caught himself, having to grab the cabinet she was hidden in. He had to quickly smother his growing frustration calling again to her in a honied voice “Miss Cevé? Your father sent me to fetch you. Are you,” He moved some of her ‘toys’ with his foot “Playing a game? Hunter and prey?” adding a little fake laugh at the end that made her frown. It was Greejatus.

She did not like mister Greejatus despite him being one of her father’s oldest friends. He said rude things about her grandfather under his breath when he thought no one could hear him.

Cevé was at her core, at least at this point in her life, a good girl and felt that obedient pull of her nature when he said her father sent him, but… she was also a little too much like her father and so she kept still and silent until he moved on with a low grumble of “Where are you, brat?” She crept out of the cabinet and tiptoed to hide behind a large planter.

Now the apartment backed up to one of Theed’s famous canals. She looked from the water to where the man had gone into the house and smiled just slightly. “Ah!” A loud CATHUNK echoed in the canal as something hit the surface of the water. By the time Greejatus came running out to see why there had been a scream, Cevé was gone and the only sign of her was the now soaked stuffed rancor she was always seen with floating slowly downstream “Oh…kark.” He ran to the edge, hands in his hair. “Kark, kark, kark! Cevé?! Cevé!” There was no answer, only a few bubbles lazily floating up from something that had recently sunk below the surface. “He’s going to kill me.”

He whispered, voice meek with horror. He was standing right on the edge. It felt like the wind, but it wasn’t. Something pushed him. Something without hands. The pressure just behind his knees made them buckle and he went careening down into the shallow water face first earning a loud slap when he broke the surface tension. Stunned by the push, the fall, the chill of the water, and coming face to face with a submerged potted plant, it took Janus took a moment before resurfacing. When he did he found himself looking up at that horrid cat-faced child, hugging her wet toy while giggling at him. Satisfied with herself beyond measure by the look of it. Her grandpa was sure to be proud of her shenanigans in his honor.

“There you are.” He snarled through clenched teeth. He didn’t know how, but he knew she pushed him. And he was right. Her head tilted as she watched him wade up to the edge of the canal and attempt to pull himself out. It took a few attempts and some struggling when he managed to get most of himself up, but he eventually managed to hop up high enough to roll onto the walkway. Cevé, of course offered, a helping hand. Grabbing one of his legs by his pants to pull it up with all the strength a single child’s arm could offer. Refusing to put down her toy for him.

“Your father sent me.” He repeated after taking a moment to crawl to his feet, straighten his hat, and collect what little of his pride survived the plunge into the canal. “Is he back from Coruscant?” She asked standing on her tiptoes in excitement. “No.” The child frowned but didn’t react otherwise. Used to that answer. “Oh.” “I’m here to take you to the hangar, he’s sent for you.” Sent for her? She couldn’t remember that happening before, but the joy that blossomed in her chest quickly overwhelmed any confusion and the prior disappointment. “Really?!” “Go pack your things.” “Yay! Yay! OH YAY!” She hugged the soaking wet man’s leg and then ran off, only tripping over her own feet once in her rush to her room.

She’d never packed her own things before. Her grandfather always packed her things for her. He was very good at it. Cevé grabbed her My Little Zalaaca backpack from under her bed and hurriedly began stuffing the few clothes she had into it and a silk satchel of something that jingled, only pausing for just a moment to carefully retrieve a large locket hung from a black ribbon from inside her bedside table and put it on, tying the ribbon in a big bow. Running back to Greejatus, she bounced on her toes. Ready to go.

Her collector was just relieved she was too happy about this blip of attention from her father to further torment him. She was somewhat known for it, but all the Palpatines were. Like daughter, like father, like grandfather he supposed. A linage of never knowing when enough was enough. He ushered her along, at one point picking her up by her backpack to lift her over a puddle and not being able to help, but smile at her excited “Wee!”.

Keeping her cheer was paramount, Greejatus thought, to get her across the city quickly, especially on foot. It would take hours and silently he found himself damning the performative decision of the Naboo elite to forbid speeders and such things inside the city walls, opting for foot traffic instead without any thought to public transport. Why would they thing of such things? They never ventured far from the palace. “Mister Greejatus, I’m hungry.” He groaned, but glanced down at the child. She looked up at him with a pair of plasma blue eyes. It struck him in the moment that they were just like her father’s and what was once an innocent gaze turned into something sinister. His chest tightened and Greejatus stammered “Right. Right- I’ll… we’ll get something.” What he did know is they didn’t have time to waste. The plan was in motion, a two-ton boulder just beginning it’s plummet down a hill.

#star wars #darth plagueis #darth sidious #hego damask #sheev palpatine #oc #//my.writing

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corvus-rose · 2 months

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Heads Up 7 Up

Tagged by @jezifster.

Rules: post the last 7 lines you wrote

Aftermath of The Absolute Worst Argument Vayu And Eden Ever Had let's goooooo

cw for a little blood (they weren't physically fighting the blood is there for other reasons)

He fell forward, supported by his hands for only a moment, before his elbows buckled. He covered his head and face as he shook -- he felt Eden loom over him more than he saw them kneel by him. They reached a hand towards him… …and he smacked it away. There was a fire in his eyes that scalded him, scalded Eden as he glared at them. But, he quickly broke that gaze, turned away, and covered his face with his arms again. Now, a blood droplet had reached his elbow. “...do you want me to go?” Eden said in a small voice. Vayu was silent. Apparently, that meant yes. Through the gaps between his fingers, he saw them step back one, twice, then turn their back. The weight lifted off his shoulders revealed a horrible pit drilled into his heart. He lowered his hands, and felt that pit grow deeper and sharper as Eden faded into the mists of the mountain roads. There was no more sound left in his throat with which to ask: Yes, but when are you coming back?

Gonna leave an open tag for this

#my.writing #my.ocs

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void-star · 8 months

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🌹🌹🌹 >:3 <3

(no pressure of course!)

"Mark loved and hated this soft part of him, this weakness for someone he didn't feel like he could actually trust."

Send me 🌹 for a sentence from one of my WIPs

#ask game #my.writing #i love sharing so thank you!!

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vvintagerose · 1 year

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Valentine Meets Mittens

When Valentine joined a two-year expedition to the Arctic, they didn’t much know what to expect. Hell, they’d only taken it because Corbin, the man who’d taken them and a dozen others into his home in London after fleeing France, was going on it aswell, and they’d follow that man anywhere if he seemed confident in his decisions.

They spent the first few weeks not talking much to anyone, always a bit overwhelmed by new people and large crowds. Everyone was polite if at least not openly hostile, so that would something. As always they received a few questions about their hand, but nothing they hadn’t heard before.

“What happened to your hand?”

“Not sure, I was born like this.”

“Does it still work?”

“3/5ths as well as a normal hand, I guess.”

“Is it contagious?”

“Yes, and fatal. Once my last finger falls off I’m a goner.”

After that last answer, they’d give a fake cough and smile behind their hand at the look of panic the asker would give before making some excuse to scurry off, shooting them furtive looks from a ways away and checking their own hands to ensure they still had all their fingers. Unfortunately, it seemed fun wasn’t allowed on this ship, as only a few passes at the bit had landed them in front of the Captain with a warning to “cut that out before there’s a full-blown panic onboard.”

Prudes.

The next few weeks were spent in relative quiet. They were on their way to Bergen to gather more sailors, and when they set foot in port they stayed a short distance from the crowd, not talking to anyone.

At least, until they caught the eye- er, fringe- of a short, stocky blonde man and gave an awkward wave. Bad move decision, they realized, he noticed the strange shape of their hand and his face lit up in surprise.

“Du er som meg!”

“Er, what?”

He held up his own hands, the smile growing bigger on his face. The man’s fingers were fused, giving him only three fingers plus a thumb on each hand. Valentine tilted their head in curiosity.

“Ah! I see what you’re saying!” They held their hand out, wiggling the only two fingers on it.

His smile grew impossibly bigger before he skipped off to the crowd gathering before Robert and the other officers. Oh, it looked like he was going on the voyage as well? Silently they were glad to have someone who didn’t immediately balk at their deformity onboard

They turned to venture further into the city, intending to see more of Bergen before they departed, and walked face first into the chest of a tall, intimidating man staring daggers down at them.

Gulping down the fear rising in their throat, they stuttered out a hello to the terrifying figure.

“M-May I help you?”

Without saying a word, they brought two fingers to their eyes before jabbing them towards Val. A clear gesture of “I’m watching you.” before stalking away, also towards the crowd. The man they’d talked to moments before struck up a conversation with them. Val still couldn’t understand what they were saying, but could tell from the tone that he was familiar with this goliath.

Christ, this would be a strange voyage.

#from the ship logbooks #valentine laurent #martin strøm #rune hermansen #my.writing

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