#part of a story

[cvbullshit]

Heart to Heart (Unnamed AU)

It was dark, a gentle cold breeze flowed from no where yet deathly still and silent. The faint echo of voices could be heard but nothing more.

The human stands there, gripping a white chained necklace with a black heart attached to it, staring at the ground, one red eye visible from their bangs. They feel the familiar presence behind them, yet they do not bother to make contact.

"Your time is running out."

"I didn't ask. Who gave you the right to time me on this anyway?" They retort, letting go of their necklace, allowing it to hang down on their chest once more.

"Is that rhetorical?"

"Don't start playing around now." They snapped, not bothering to look back to the man.

"They do say the teenage phase is the hardest to handle."

The human falls silent for a moment and sighs, "You sent him, I know you did. Why?"

"Who? The Classic one? The Energetic One? The Positive one? Or do you perhaps mean the ones from your team? The Glitching one? The Mad One? Possibly the Hooded on-"

The human quickly turns around and glares at the man, "YOU KNOW WHICH ONE! That Shopkeeper! And... The clown." They snap, hesitating to mention the second one.

"Jester, dear child, clowns and jesters are two different things."

"Ugh, shut up." They say, crossing their arms, "Why did you send them?! You created this opportunity for me so why did you create things that actively get in my way?!"

"A very nice day we're having, aren't we?"

"Just spit it out!!" The human yelled, taking a step closer.

"...Because then there's no story."

"What are you talking about?" They say, exasperated already.

"I stopped my story for you, so that I got a chance at something interesting. A fight to see what will win! The brilliant one who dares push back on that of fate or the crumbling darkness that is in tune for the very path one must take."

The human went silent for a moment, angry at the vagueness but unable to find words to respond with.

"Your choices were never meant to matter, dear child. The one leading your fate had that say. Yet I went against my plans, my word for them. All for you. For a chance at something you could show me that I had not seen yet. A story worth letting go it's own path."

"...But it was never going by itself, was it?" They ask, simply, "Not with you around to control it."

"Perhaps so."

"...You act as if I'm not the first off track story that has been entertaining you." They add, glaring more.

"You would be correct. You have a sister in the works. She shares the same purpose as you, to make something new, something interesting, a story that expands what anyone had planned."

"...She is not my sister in any way." The human said, annoyed and done with this very un-enlightening conversation, "So don't talk as if you're our father! You're not my dad, you're some shit sent from hell!"

A face flashes in the dark, going back and forth between white and black, eyes narrowing at the human. The voices in the back getting louder.

"Nor are you my child, dear vessel."

There was never a man there.

A red glow comes from behind the human, they turn back to see the red cage with the floating red heart inside. Whispers come from it.

Yet the human refuses to listen, the other voices getting louder to the point where they might not even be able to hear the red words.

Louder yet louder.

Harder yet harder.

Darker yet darker.

"KRIS!" A sudden voice yelled in front of them as a snap was heard. Kris snapped out of it to look at the one who yelled, their eyes meeting with Murder. Back into the hideout they were. "Finally, jeez. Was actually starting to annoy me there. Hurry up, let's go, Error needs us to go to another place. We don't have all day!" Murder said, ending his annoyed tone with a more playful and chill one, walking off. Kris nodded, "Yes, of course." They said before looking to the lonely caged soul for a moment, then following behind Murder.

#random post #undertaleau #multiverse au #for fun #storytelling #part of a story #random bit #dusttale sans #dust sans #murder sans #deltarune au #kris dreemurr #deltarune kris #unnamed au #based on another au #extended on another au #idk why #i was bored ok

[rineedagger]

Evil

| Psychological thriller-horror themed, if you're easily disturbed by reading things from a twisted or abnormal pov, don't read | death tw |

Extra important info: This is about two male characters (Damian and Samuel), one in life and the other in death.

"Numerous are the cultures that demonize certain human actions and desires. They go by different names, wear different faces, and take on multitude forms under various ideologies, beliefs, and sciences… Yet, whether demon, yokai or pazuzu, their essence is unequivocally the same.

Sinisterism has been catapulted under a myriad of aliases and identities in a futile attempt to revoke its perversion through diverse cures and rituals. But Evil has no cure, no name, no origin; its existence is intrinsic to us… because when you look Evil in the eyes, Evil looks back at you."

Samuel fell. Fell with the weight of it all. Fell with the pain of the woman who will never embrace her husband again. Fell with the last "I love you" that couldn't arrive and won't anymore. Fell with the unworn  wedding ring still in its box.

Grief spilled out like fresh blood from Damian's body that had been full of life just moments ago. The chest heaved fiercely, coursing through every artery. A shrill beep pierced both ears like a lightning thread while the skin on the upper neck stood on end. A sensation akin to drowsiness floated inside the skull, unable to discern whether everything that was happening was real or a deception because, if there was anything worse than death, it was being proven useless, incompetent.

"And of all, you are my finest work" confessed between breaths, with a metallic, crimson-tinted taste emerging from between his lips, accompanied by a subtle whistling that turned into a gurgle. His eyebrows relaxed as a tear slid down his cheek and his hands desperately tried to reach that face he knew was too far away. 

"So… perfect," Damian managed to finally, and unintelligibly, spit out before his gaze blurred to where it last landed. It seemed as if, even in death, his actions flowed from those lifeless pupils onto the ground, covering it all in a black river, contaminating, infecting… corrupting.

His blood, as thick as concrete, spread across the endless floors. That pool of oil caressed the skin of Samuel's shoes and embraced them as it continued its journey through every corner of the parquet.

For a moment, he swore he felt pressure, as if he was being held.

Just as that light-reflecting liquid collided with the wall, it continued its branching path, as if that black sea were forming coal corals across the four whitish skies, like the trace of thousands of fingers running arbitrarily down one's back.

It was then that Samuel finally understood that someone like Damian couldn't die: Before, he hid behind those cloudy, empty eyes. Now, in every inch of the room.

Someone like him doesn't bleed.

Someone like him doesn't cry.

Someone like him doesn't die.

Like a sudden change of the weather, every muscle on his body relaxed, ceasing of resisting. A cascade as dense and opaque as oil surged violently from inside the walls, sweeping away and engulfing everything in its path. That mind, immersed in boundless madness, had just entered a spiral of chaos and destruction, distancing himself further from sanity like a sailboat adrift without a rudder or hatch. The most perverse of the cruelties will no longer be his only and best companion, but his language. He knew, that from that point on, many would hesitate about his own humanity, as they would only see what they can reach; they would consider him a dangerous and sadistic lunatic, a sudden sociopathy merged with a twisted and tormented childhood linked with an absented mother figure. Only a few would be able to see beyond their own fear and repulsion towards their own doubts, their own darkness...even their own sanity, dressed in something called "moral limits". They would feel how he and the darkness became one, how all of it went beyond the act and the blood. And it had been a long time since his body only felt warmth when the world was on fire.

Someone like him doesn't die.

#i.r dagger #dark aesthetic #writeblr #original story #original character #oc #ocs #dark theme #part of a story #short story #thriller #thrilling #horror themed #fanfic

[very-grownup]

So now that none of my friends are really in the fandom or in the fanfic community in general, I’ve been writing Ace Attorney fanfic and have posted the first chapter of the one I’ve been working on since January. It’s a direct sequel to a story I wrote a couple years ago, “Snatching Closure from the Jaws of Chaos”, which was about wrapping up loose ends from the Apollo Justice game.

You could read first one and then the other and even tell me how I did. Or you could read something else, especially if you don’t want to read Ace Attorney fanfic, especially especially if you don’t want to read Ace Attorney fanfic by this guy here. It’s cool, we are working on accepting that people don’t have to like our “creative” “works” even if they like us as a person.

#I wrote a story #part of a story #a story in progress #ace attorney #apollo justice #klapollo #klavier gavin #fanfic

[tortillastar]

Toby was surprised that her skin, pale as alabaster and raw bone for as long as he could remember, didn't burn under the sun's sword-like rays. Rather, the light dotted her cheeks, glinted off stray curls, and set her aglow.

He wondered what she'd have been like in another world, a parallel fate where the sparrow hadn't dug her up and she'd been left, unknown and unknowing among the masses - if her skin should have been a few shades warmer, more vanilla creamer than skim milk; whether her hair was really blond, not brown; if her eyes might once have been blue instead of dull grey.

"What?" Lily asked, not taking her eyes off the road. It hardly took an arith to spot his prolonged and intent staring.

"You belong here." On the outside, he stopped himself from adding.

Perhaps she understood anyway, for he thought she smiled then. The light caught the corner of her mouth and lifted, stretched the taut line of her lips into something more than the typical Lucian-esque quirk of the mouth that more denoted joy than expressed it.

He could have kissed her then, leaned ever so slightly left and pressed his mouth to the corner of her lips. He didn't.

#creative writing #dark academia #story #writing #scene #journal #musings #part of a story

[magickizu]

Art dump w/o context- WOOOO!!

Have fun deciphering what happened here, explanation and context is coming....

...some day.

#my art #drawing #original character #demon x angel #enemys to lovers #gay #angst #part of a story #lgbtq

[airasilver]

“ You left her. You left my daughter in a box, on the steps, in the middle of the night. When you dropped her off, walked away, you gave up your rights. You don’t have rights to come back and take her. Even with the note you left.

Leave. Leave and never come back. Try and take her away from me and I will ruin you for life.”

“I was coming back. I wanted to protect her. That’s why I left her.”

“You still left. You didn’t even try to knock and get someone’s attention, you just left her. Her grandfather was the one who found her and just in time. She wouldn’t have lasted the night. She’ll have problems for the rest of her life because of you just dropping her off on one of the coldest nights.

When she’s older, she’ll be given the choice to talk to you or not. Right now we all agree she should not see you.

Go. Go or I will make you.”

#writing #mine #part of a story #maybe

[expelliarmus]

#mine #doctor who #dwedit #david tennant #catherine tate #yasmin finney #karl collins #jacqueline king #bonnie langford #dw spoilers #i would like to just live in this scene forever :')))) #so this means we can MOST DEFINITELY have big finish stories with fourteen and donna now yes????? #i love that mel is part of this too #and please let donna work for unit on camera PLEASE!!!!! #10k

[tariah23]

The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.

#it’s just??? #at the end of the day all these people want to do is draw and write their stories and share them with the world #why is death from stress the end game for so many of them #this should not be part of the package when finally deciding that this is what you want to do with your life #rambling #I still never got over miura’s passing man #and Togashi is still here but he’s been suffering from the consequences of overwork #it’s just… all so bleak #fans just need to learn to be patient if these changes are ever made and to be respectful #your fav series is not gonna die just because you can’t get it right now #I’m glad that gege does this now like he takes a break every 2-3 chapters and that’s good #this should be normalized

[counting-stars-gayly]

I’m actually LOVING how Rick Riordan, and the other writers of the show, took his initial concept of a Percabeth rivalry fueled by that of their parents and kind of turned it on its head?

Now, instead of Annabeth being wary of Percy because he’s a son of Poseidon, he’s wary of her because she made a callous impression on him. They get off to a rocky start even before finding out who Percy’s father is, and when they finally do, Annabeth doesn’t care. Instead of them fighting because of who their parents are, they’re fighting over their own opposed worldviews.

Then, instead of them arguing over which of the gods is cooler and who was right in the story of Medusa, they realize that, just like Medusa, Annabeth is a victim of her mother and that, unlike Medusa, she is a far kinder and stronger person, unwilling to repeat the cycle of hurt. They realize that, like his father, Percy often acts without considering potential consequences and that, unlike his father, he is a far kinder and stronger person, willing to step up for someone he wronged and whom he cares about.

Instead of Percy and Annabeth’s rivalry being focused on that of their parents, it’s focused on who they are, themselves. But the path to friendship is still the same: a realization that they have each other’s backs, no matter what, because they’re not their parents after all.

#i kind of typed this in my essay voice because I knew it would be long so ignore that #also I don’t actually know which of the other writers are playing big parts in percabeth’s story so threats why I put a focus on Riordan #that’s* #aaaaanyhoo if I’m being honest I definitely prefer this version of percabeth #AND I like that Medusa said ‘‘we are not our parents until we choose to be. you three have chosen’’ implying that she thinks they’ve chosen #to be their parents only for Percy to reveal in the next episode that he’s chosen to be better than his father. #that was a really nice touch 👌👌👌 #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #pjo disney+ #percy jackson disney+ #percy jackson #annabeth chase #Percabeth #rick riordan #Medusa #pjo tv show #pjo tv series #pjo tv spoilers

[lgbtlunaverse]

There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.

#you will make superficial edits that do not gell well with the rest of your work #and won't actually capture what you thought was so good about that story #close the doc. sit down. think about it for a while. inspiration is fine. getting a 'eureka' moment from another story is fine #but if you find yourself comparing your work one to one with someone else's and taking any differences to be flaws on your part then STOP #you will never write good stuff by trying to make it look less like you wrote it #writing #writing advice #guess who just had to go into her google doc history and undo a bunch of panic-induced edits #because she read a fic about the same characters she's writing for? #meeee. they aged badly within just a few hours of hindsight. learn from my mistakes #self-hatred is not a good motivation for creation #fic writing

[scgolden]

As I attempt to ignore the persistent thumping in the back of my skull, I watch the window fog up from my breath. It’s the beginning of summer, and late afternoon,so once I realize that this should not be happening, I pull away from the glass. The fog recedes in my absence. It must be colder than I thought. I tug my hoodie up to serve as a pillow, and close my eyes against the scenery I have been advised to admire. 

I wake up, cheek cold and damp, which is definitely not right. The fog had detached from the window, and is lapping against the side of my face closest to it. I scramble back from the window, half-sitting, half-sprawled across the bench seat. The fog reaches for me, tendrils expanding from the now-opaque window. I should have admired the scenery when I got a chance. I’m not dreaming. Right? I mean, I don’t usually know when I’m dreaming, but my dreams aren’t usually set where I fell asleep. The narrative. Uh. The fog reaches closer. I stumble towards the door. I cannot stop watching the fog. If I turn my back, it will be upon me. This can’t be a dream. I don’t usually have dreams. Or maybe I do, but I don’t remember them. Well, if this is a dream, I better wake up soon, because the fog has filled my compartment. It wraps close around me. It feels like normal condensation, what should it feel like? This is not normal condensation.

#fog #writing #short story #story #creative writing #part of a story #foggy #weather #mystery

[ronanlynchbf]

tshirt that says NO LIVE ORGANISM CAN CONTINUE FOR LONG TO EXIST SANELY UNDER CONDITIONS OF ABSOLUTE REALITY

#i literally JUST finished hill house a few days ago and i already want to reread. Badly. it's sooo so so soo sooooooooo good <33333!!!!! #also completely enamored by shirley jackson's writing style i NEED to read everything she has written ever like right now.. #opening lines of ALL TIME btw 👆❗❗❗ #r.txt #the haunting of hill house #ALSO i've seen commentary videos on the tv show they made of hill house but from what i remember of it it's SO different from the book??? #i think they were all siblings in the show which is??????? like why would you change that part?? i love sibling relationships as much as the #next guy but i feel like the fact that none of them knew each other was such an essential part of the story like why would u change it.... #also eleanor was like. an entirely different character who was also already dead in the show i believe??? and dr. montague doesn't exist?? #hill house could've been really good as a show idk why they changed it up like that...like was the original story not interesting enough for #you or something?? WHO decided to make that change i just wanna talk 🤨

[buggachat]

Part 200 of my bakery “enemies” au!

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Kofi

#ml #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #marinette dupain cheng #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #adrienette #adrinette #bakery enemies au #my art #i can't believe this fucking comic is over two fucking hundred fucking parts #if you had told me that's how many parts itd take to tell the story when i was posting part 1 i would've given up immediately #instead..... here i am............. the stubborn fool

[stil-lindigo]

the fox god.

a comic about a trickster.

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#cw: emotional abuse #cw: gaslighting #cw: animal death #charity - a god whose name was only ever meant to be ironic #i love playing with the concept of religion like this #im not religious at all but i did go to a christian school for twelve years #and i remember learning about the story of abraham. who long story short gets told by god to kill his son to prove his love for god. #and at the veeeery last minute god goes sike! this was a test to see if you'd do it! here's a lamb to slaughter instead #but the whole concept of that exchange in and of itself is so #anyway #one thing i meant to include in the creative notes but i ran out of room for is that charity never calls cunning by his name. #it's just “fox”. which was a small touch to indicate that he never acknowledged cunning's identity outside of being something exploitable. #but for all charity's hidden disdain for cunning #he still stole all his strengths and coveted them. he became known as the fox god. #so maybe some part of cunning survived. despite everything. #“give me your heart.” #“my god. it had always been yours.” #comic art #hearteaters #stillindigo art #stillindigo comics #one more comic to go until im finished with this collection!!

[exilley]

I do sort of wish western anime fans would analyze anime and manga from a framework of japanese historical and cultural context. Specifically a lot of works from the 90s being influenced by the general aimlessness and ennui that a lot of people were experiencing due to the burst in the bubble economy and the national trauma caused by the sarin terrorist attack. I think in interacting with media that’s not local to our sociocultural/sociopolitical sphere it’s easy to forget that it’s influenced and shaped by the same kinds of factors that influence media within our own cultural dome and there ends up being this baseline misalignment of perception between the causative elements of a narrative and viewer interpretation of those elements. It’s a form of death of the author that i think, in some measure, hinders our ability to fully understand/come to terms with creator intent and the full scope of a work’s merits

#exilley's diary #this is about utena btw like. yeah its feminist and a coming of age horror story but also #it was in part ikuhara’s response to the changes he observed in the corporate anime industry and an attempt to subvert those trends #it doesnt really help that i feel certain aspects of the show are filtered through translation and certain cultural emphasises are lost #like for instance. the blood type symbolism. or wakaba’s gestures with making packed lunches #theyre incredibly japanese expressions of conventional gender roles that non-japanese audiences might not fully resonate with

[egophiliac]

I've had a beast of a cold for the last few days, but I wanted to get this out before the new year! while I've sort of made my peace with my first take on Lilia's UM poster, I really wanted to do a version with the new context that chapter 6 gave us. because. c'mon.

(don't worry, Lilia can carry ALL HIS KIDS AT ONCE)

#art #twisted wonderland #unique magic posters #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 part 6 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 part 6 spoilers #the dragon cradle does make me laugh #no look i understand it's a ~visual metaphor~ for malleus' isolation #(and also lets lilia run up a bunch of steps all dramatically later) #but the image of this enormous ten-story cradle with the teeny tiny little egg in the middle of it is pretty hilarious #the draconias are SO extra about everything #now if you'll excuse me i have to go fall over for what remains of the year #happy 2024! #(i apologize to the poor person who asked a cute question about meleanor and got a giant cold medicine-induced essay in response :') #(i have been incapable of coherent thought for...a while now)