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coffeecatcraze · 2 months

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Hello. I like your Chaggie analysis posts and wanted to ask you if you could another analysis on the couple. In this case, a tumblr user, angeltheninth, said they saw an interview of the couple's VAs and one of the highlights include saying that "Chaggie is at the core of the show". I was wondering ig you could do an analysis on what that could mean in the future and how it applies even in season 1. Again, only if you want to, and if not, I totally understand.

Ohhh this was fun!! I took a while to think about it and get it written out for a few reasons (such as working on fanfics and tragically having to do adulting things), and I'm sure I didn't pin down all the little ideas circling my brain about this, but here are my current thoughts on the matter!

To kick off with the obvious, they're the ones who started this. Charlie had a dream, and Vaggie was the only one who believed in her; and even with how hard it's been, they've still been fighting to make the hotel work. And it DOES. They're the first people since Lucifer and Lilith to look at things and say "hm, that doesn't seem right, let's try this" instead of just going along with it. Lucifer and Lilith led everyone into a new era with their dream of freedom, and with the Sir Pentious being redeemed and ascending to Heaven even after Sera said it as impossible, a new era looks to be exactly where Charlie and Vaggie are heading with their dream of protection. Yes, protection, because Charlie's goal to redeem demons comes from a desire to save their lives, not for the sake of making them better people. Protection has been a MASSIVE theme this season, expressed in song, dialogue, and action; and Charlie and Vaggie are the ones who kickstarted it in the first place.

And as far as "redemption" goes, using "redemption" as a term to encompass personal growth, Vaggie was the first person Charlie ever redeemed. She found her badly injured and took her in, helping a complete stranger out of the goodness of her heart; and Vaggie, a former participant in annual genocide, threw her whole self into Charlie's dream of redeeming Sinners to save Hell. Vaggie's redemption didn't come in the form of active encouagement towards it as a goal, but just as a result of being around Charlie. Charlie redeemed her without even trying. Vaggie was her first redemption story and she didn't even realize it until Rosie pointed it out. In other words, Vaggie was always walking proof that Charlie could redeem people who did horrible things. She never wanted to get back to Heaven; she was after redemption for her own sake, and for Charlie.

Choosing redemption for redemption's sake is the core of it all. Pentious wasn't trying to get into Heaven when he sacrificed himself; Angel had no way of knowing Charlie could see what he was doing at that club, so he very easily could have fallen back into old habits and called it a cheat day. But because they were genuinely becoming redeemed thanks to Charlie and Vaggie's efforts, they made selfless choices. Vaggie's redemption was real, and now these other souls Charlie took in are following in her footsteps. In other words, Vaggie was the original redemption story, and if she could become a better person even with all that blood on her hands, she knew other people could too; she supported Charlie's dream because she knew it worked, and she stayed by her side no matter how hard things got for them. Their relationship is what set the first ever real redemption into motion; they're at the core of redemption itself.

Themes of protection and love are also INCREDIBLY important in this show, and I'm not gonna cite my assorted Chaggie posts like a bibliography, but I feel like I've talked quite a bit about them being loving and protective. Their relationship is steady and stable, and there's an implicit understanding between them that comes from years of being together. They have rough spots but they get through them. They love and protect each other fiercely. Angel, Husk, Pentious, and Niffty have been learning to love and protect as well. How could they not, when they have such a great example to follow? If not for Charlie and Vaggie being such a united front, things would have turned out much less favorably for everyone.

Working together is what gets them through the hard times; they can't do this on their own. Look at what happened when they were off on their own missions in 1x07! Charlie was struggling until Rosie helped her sort through her conflicted feelings and realize that even though she was hurt, she still loved Vaggie and knew Vaggie believed in her; Vaggie was absolutely getting her ass kicked until Carmilla reminded her what (or more specifically who) her reason for fighting was, at which point she held her own, regrew her fucking wings, and impressed one of Hell's top Overlords. They succeeded because even with things so tense, they knew they had each other and they weren't alone. And isn't everyone supporting each other what that hotel is ultimtely all about? It's basically rehab, and for that, a strong support system really pays off. Their relationship essentially embodies the concepts that guide the hotel.

I know that's a lot more overall analysis than specifics about the future or season 1, but I feel like there are some implications in there, and it's hard to lay them out more explicitly in a frame of temporal reference. (Thanks for running out on me with no refills, ADHD meds, that's sooo helpful for getting coherent thoughts together...) They are indeed, in so many ways, the core of both the Hazbin Hotel and the show itself. I'm flattered you like my analysis posts enough to ask me about this, and I hope it was a satisfactory answer!!!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel analysis #chaggie #thanks for the ask!

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linddzz · 3 months

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Dreamling Nonsense Masterpost

Looking for a fic? For a shit post? For a long winded au thread? Playlists? Got it here. Keeping it Dreamling for now until I really have the time to scour through my various fandom posts to collect the Big Hits.

Audacity in Human Form: E. main WIP. A post season 1 "let's see these two figure their shit out" exploration that's best described as two character studies stacked inside of a fanfic shaped coat. My main tagline for it is "it isn't unrequited, Dream just needs therapy." The fic exploring how the two weirdos I have in my head got together.

Fics/Tumblr Ficlets

"Audacity in Human Form" Series

Not exactly a structured chronological series. I have a pretty set version of my Dream and Hob in the canon!universe, so all the fics I write of them are just the same two dolls I'm bumping together in the same sandbox. They can be read in any order or separately, but there are characterization threads and things mentioned that tie them all together. I like to think that put together they can give fun context or more depth to each other :)

I'm less into Big Plots and more into just having fun bumping these dolls together and playing with how they interact!

It's a WIP and I write slow, as my job takes a lot of mental bandwidth.

(Other fics in the same series can be read even while the first isn't done! They don't really spoil much except for the fact that they do end up together. But of course they are.)

In Which Hob, a Shitty Wizard, Meets a Supposed Demon: Gen. Drabble ficlet on Tumblr as I start exploring my Shit-wizard Hob AU. More of a rough draft concept fic

Obviously: E. smut prompt fill one-shot. PWP. Dream is a needy eldritch pissbaby and also violently romantic. Hob scruffs him for some much needed gentle domming.

This Isn't the Trope: Teen. Lots of cussing. Johanna is agressively investigating an immortal man, Hob is looking forward to being dramatically rescued by his hot supernatural boyfriend. No one but Morpheus has a good time.

OTHER FICS/DRABBLES

Audacity in Human Form related posts (esp the ones that broke containment)

"Oysters have nightmares like this"

"Jokes on you, you're into that shit"

Hob: "no. Shut up. I'm talking now."

Characterization Notes aka: I'm gonna start bullying Morpheus

Other mutterings about writing or snippets are under the tags "#my fic" and "#audacity in human form"

AU Cooking:

I'm honestly better at coming up with every single detail for an AU without actually writing the fic, but I like playing in the sandbox and other people seem to have fun with them too :)

Human!AU. There are kinda two versions of this that I'm starting to meld together.

Red Flags AU post: Hob is hired to be the party ruining messy boyfriend, but cannot begin to compete with the insanity that is the Endless family and the Hot Mess Express Morpheus, who hired him. They fall in love instantly. "Why would I fix him??? He's perfect."

Red Flags AU 2: slight deviation from the OG where everything is the same, except Morpheus' messy friend Johanna accidentally introduces them and instantly regrets it. She did not anticipate Hob reacting to Morpheus' red flags like a charging bull.

Assorted Human!Morpheus facts

Shit-wizard Hob AU: where Hob is still immortal, except Death is his Endless buddy. He first meets Morpheus when trying to take up occultism at Fawney Rig (he's bad at it but is gonna stick around now. For reasons.)

Meta-ish Shitposting:

Hob meets Thessaly. Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend" starts playing ominously in the distance when she doesn't appreciate how much of a needy clingy freak Morpheus is.

Spotify Playlists:

I process Blorbo feelings with hyper specific playlists. Putting Dreamling and other fandom ones here bc I guess it's about time I share more of them

Audacity in Human Form PL: 1h33m fic specific. Set up to alternate Dream/Hob POV. Blatant "2012 fandom brain" indulgence in here.

Hot Mess Endless Express: 1hr45m the general Dream playlist. Not ship specific, all romantic songs are how I just see him in any relationship. Mostly serious, except when it isn't but especially when it isnt

The Devil of Fawney Rig: the playlist I imagine goes in Dreams head when he's stuck in a fishbowl and horny for revenge. Made with the shit-wizard Hob AU in mind

Newton Goes Kaiju All Over Everybody's Ass: 1hr it really is too bad that there was never a second Pacific Rim movie but wow isn't Dark!Geiszler a great concept? 🙃

EDDIE I MADE A PLAYLIST EDDIE: 44m Venom made a playlist for Eddie, isn't that nice?

Mountain Son: 1h30m Bagginshield Thorin feelings ahoy. Made with Mahrâna in mind.

The Bacchae: 1h. The soundtrack for the dream production of the Bacchae in my head. Meant to follow the progression of the play

The Huntress and the Maenad: 1h30m insane sapphic bitch in the woods solidarity

Mysteries: 7+hours!!!!!! The ongoing playlist for joining the cult of Dionysus and eating a billionaire in the woods

#masterpost #look i finally did it

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sadeyedlady-writes · 5 months

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Welcome,

This is my pinned post.

(Last updated 29th March, 2024.)

First thing to know is that I very much welcome any and everyone to come talk to me about the books I'm insane about. Anon is on, DMs are open, I don't know how social interactions are supposed to go so there's no awkwardness here. Just come scream at me about characters or themes or whatever you want. There's no need to stand on ceremony. Also, I don't check my dash super regularly, so if you want me to see a post, please tag me in it or dm it to me! I won't think it's weird, in fact I'll be delighted, I promise!

If l ever unfollow you, please, please don’t take it personally. You are absolutely welcome to still interact with me, message me, etc. I never want to hurt anyone’s feelings, I just really try to curate my dash because otherwise it’s overwhelming and I don’t go on there at all.

I post fics on ao3 as sad_eyed_lady.

Here's the current list of fandoms I've written for, but for the most current list just go to ao3 itself:

The Idiot - Fyodor Dostoyevsky (7) Les Misérables - Victor Hugo (5) Le Fantôme de l'Opéra | Phantom of the Opera & Related Fandoms (4) Brat'ya Karamazovy | Brothers Karamazov - Fyodor Dostoyevsky (3) Prestuplenie i nakazanie | Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky (1)

I very much welcome comments, or if you're shy to comment publicly you're more than welcome to message me here; a few people have done that and it's made my entire life. Almost the entire purpose of fanfic for me is the sharing and community of it all.

I am not much of an artist, but occasionally I attempt to do an art when the fannish fervour strikes me. Appropriately enough, these attempts can be found under the tag #my attempts to do an art.

And finally, since tumblr's search function has become so abysmal that I can no longer find my own meticulously-tagged posts, I'm going to try to catalogue some of my messy analyses so that I can find them again. This will be an on-going wrangling effort on my part.

Dostoevsky, Fyodor, The Brothers Karamazov

Musings on class/position in society as relates to the interaction between Katerina Ivanvona and Grushenka in 1.3.10, and how this lens might shift our view.

Grushenka and active love

Healing the rift in The Brothers Karamazov and Crime and Punishment

Dostoevsky, Fyodor, Crime and Punishment

Some half-formed thoughts regarding parallels between Raskolnikov and Marius Pontmercy and why I'm so much harder on Marius despite, you know, the axe murders.

It was Sonya's window, maybe?

Why 2002 BBC C&P was wrong especially in the way they handled Lizaveta's murder

On Avdotya Romanovna shooting but not killing

Healing the rift in The Brothers Karamazov and Crime and Punishment

Dostoevsky, Fyodor, The Idiot

On Nastasya Filippovna engineering her role as the doomed victim in a gothic narrative

Nastasya giving Rogozhin the details of the murder

Rogozhin wasn't an unstoppable killer who would have killed her no matter what

Comparing and Contrasting Semyon Parfyonovich (Rogozhin's father) and Totsky

On Myshkin imitating Christ

Rogozhin's childhood

Ramblings on Rogozhin's brother, Semyon Semyonovich

Cycles in the Rogozhin family

Hugo, Victor, Les Misérables

Subcategory: Éponine Realities of the class dynamics between Marius and Éponine in the Brick as opposed to the musical Not an edgy girl who wants to be edgy Not a morally grey character Future trajectory/P-M involvement

Some half-formed thoughts regarding parallels between Raskolnikov and Marius Pontmercy and why I'm so much harder on Marius despite, you know, the axe murders.

A Thénardier turning the tables on Marius's dream

Misc Posts

Master list of all of my The Idiot fics in order

#pinned post #sadie nonsense

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incalculablepower · 1 year

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I feel truly spoiled by the amount of fantastic fics I've been reading and bookmarking this month! I've picked out a few faves in this post -- not an exhaustive list at ALL!

Some of these were only uploaded in the past few weeks, some of them are several years old. If you read and like any of these, be sure to show some love to the authors in the form of kudos and comments.

Seven Words for Snow by Delphi

Sometimes when I read fiction set in the places I've lived, there's an familiar feeiling i get that reminds me of fanfic. There's something comforting about experiencing a place you know well rendered in fiction. Getting a double dose of that through Delphi's writing is a real treat in this fic as the main character (Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank!) takes the train from Union Station along the shores of Lake Ontario -- a journey I've taken myself many many times.

In one direction lay the arctic, where she meant to summer if her funds would take her that far. In another direction lay the hospitable coal port where her first ship had docked, and opposite it lay the expansive wheat fields of the prairies, and the great mountains, and the cedar rainforests of the furthest coast. And somewhere, she supposed, was the way back to Ohsweken, where perhaps the milder edges of the very same storm were blowing.

I also recommend The Wolf Covers Its Tracks (All Us Human Extras Remix) (Werewolves in Banff! a Tragically Hip reference in the title! a deeply relatable explanation of the call of the void one experiences at Niagara Falls) and A Dream of Winter, which takes the odd line in DH about Kendra looking Native American and gives her a full backstory as a Mohawk woman from Six Nations.

Orchards by @whinlatter

How completely exciting it is to see a fic come up on @ao3feed-romione, and it's over 10k words, and it's canon-compliant, missing moment Harry/Ginny, and it's the author's first fic, and it's my BIRTHDAY? I wish I could experience reading this fic for the first time again. Something I really love about this moment in time in HP fanfiction is that there are so many authors (and I'll include myself in here, why not) who have such a deep connection with these stories. We read them at an exciting and formative time and they've stuck with us. And now, we're all grown up with grown-up writing chops and life experience and all the things that make us better at telling stories, PLUS years of thinking about these characters? It results in some of the most comforting and affirming fanfiction you can get. The nostalgic summertime vibes in this fic are immaculate, packed with some truly knockout poetic lines, and jokes I really laughed out loud at. After reading, I recommend the author's response to an ask which serves as a meta on Ginny's t-shirts in this fic.

Green Light by iota_after_dark

It's Ginny/Hermione smut! And it's sweetly sad, sensitive and hopeful. Hermione's status as the fandom broomstick (everyone gets a ride!) means Ron needs to be out of the picture and it normally follows the same formula: Ron is boring/stupid/mean/whatever; she ditches him; [insert character] steps in to show her a good time. In this fic, however, it's not Hermione's decision, and she's given the space to be a little mopey and sad in a way I find really refreshing! Also major points for my new favourite tag "Hermione wears a going out top (it's 2001!)". I've recced it before on my tumblr, but be sure to check out Essential Lessons from this author as well, a Romione fic that balances goofiness and sweetness so well.

Vetus Amicus by @floreatcastellumposts

What a beautiful parting gift to the fandom from Flo. I cried several times reading this.

alone now by Kyra

A short ficlet about Hermione's mother in Australia and memory, very powerful.

Love by @indigo-scarf

I loved this exploration of Blaise and his relationship with his mother. PS be sure to check out everything in the @harrypocter Winter Sun drabble collection -- if I recced everything I would be here all day, everything in that collection is worth your time.

the good sleep better by honey_wheeler

This is an old one, and I was sure I've read every immediately-post-battle fic there is but somehow this one slipped by me. I'm comfortable calling this one of the best, it has such a great balance of delirious humour and depth that such a moment deserves.

a louisville slugger to both headlights by @pebblysand

Okay so up there ⬆️ I had mentioned that reading a fic felt like a gift specifically for me, but then last week I got an email from Ao3 that there was a gift waiting for me and it was this fic! Jo took my stupid semi-viral post about Harry's wife Sheila and RAN with it, constructing a whole new OC and a really convincing and heartwarming world where Harry and Ginny are divorced. And Harry has married a woman named Sheila. Who he met at work. All of the meta references here tickled me so much... if you want more of my thoughts there is a massive comment I spent 40 minutes (I timed myself) writing. This is so so special to me.

The Last Enemy: The Howling Nights by @chdarling, podfic by ShootWithIntentToKill

This WIP podfic is a perfect way to reread TLE during the TLE2 hiatus. Every chapter is around 10-30 minutes long, which makes it slot perfectly into a my weekly cleaning/chores podcast rotation. Slowing down to listen to the podfic means I'm catching sooo much foreshadowing and references this time around and I love the voices the narrator has chosen for the characters, Lily and Sirius are my favourites. I love having this pod keep me company.

I hope to do this for each month going forward - I doubt other months will be this intense (I didn't read a single book this month lol) but there are always a few new and old faves I discover or revisit each month. Once again, leave a comment or kudos on these fics if you liked them!

#monthly fic recs #fic recs #jily #hinny #romione #ginmione #blaise zabini #harry potter #hermione granger #ginny weasley #ron weasley #hp fanfic

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speechless-illusions · 1 year

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It's been ages since I've last used Tumblr to post something (and not simply like/reblog things from my latest hyperfixation) but there was only one thing that could make me want to come back:

✨ New OBEY ME game!! ✨

I have to admit I've always been more if a Twitter person instead of a Tumblr person but I don't know why, when I first started playing obey me back in season 1, I felt more inclined to talk about the game here than there. And that's what I did for a short time. So now that I'm caught up with the game and I'm hyped about Nightbringer, I got the Tumblr nostalgia and decided to share my hopes and thoughts about the new game with the Tumblr fandom!

So, here it is: what do I expect/hope for in Obey me Nightbringer + a few theories I've seen around, and my own

First, obviously: SATAN'S BIRTH and all of its consequences. I'm so eager to see the shock his existence brought to all the brothers, specially Lucifer. I hope they give us a really deep and interesting analysis of their trauma, with them being visibly more affected by it than they were back in season 1.

Then, our apparently two stars of the game: BARBATOS AND SOLOMON

Here I have to explore a few things.

It's clear by the prologue that Barbatos is that demon with the clock (who can obviously control time) that helped a human in grief. As most of the fandom seems to agree, that human is likely to be Solomon himself.

Now, what does this mean?

I've seen some theories around. About Solomon being granted immortality by Barbatos' powers (thus his previous stories about how he got it being all pure lies) or even about Solomon being the human Lilith fell in love with and grieving her apparent death or punishment by heaven. This, I believe would be an INCREDIBLE new plot, honestly. It would make the story go deeper to a new length.

Did Solomon make a pact with Barbatos in which he gave up his mortality, all to search for Lilith? Did he find her with her new human life after that, and he had to resign to his new immortal live knowing Lilith is happy now with someone else and would end up dying as a mortal?

I know it's a crazy theory but it has so much potential that I would love to see it in the game. Will it happen? I doubt so. I'm not really that faithful in the Obey me writers to go to this lengths. But, hey, dreaming is free. And writing fanfics too, so I'll keep those ideas in my mind haha

Anyways, this leads me to my own theory that I do believe could appear in the game

BARBATOS AND DIAVOLO'S FATHER

It all starts with that king scene in the prologue but this picture has given me even more to work with

Barbatos is controlling a king, who is nothing more than his puppet. Now, which king do we know something about in Obey me? The demon king, of Diavolo's father. From which we know almost nothing. He's apparently alive, but he never makes an appearance and Diavolo acts more like a king than whatever that man is doing.

This makes me think... What if the king being unable to reign over the devildom, and Diavolo having to act as a King... Is all part of Barbatos' scheming??

What if Barbatos, with his immense power, made sure to keep the king away so that Diavolo reigned instead, even if it's without the title of king? And what if Diavolo doesn't know about it? Did the human that Barbatos saved (Solomon, as seen in the prologue) become some kind of help in this scheme? Is that why he did it?

Of course, it could always be a simple human king that tried to summon a demon to get power and got played instead but... That wouldn't be so interesting in the whole Obey me/devildom plot, isn't it?

Of course, there's more to expect form the game. The whole idea of MC disguising as a demon can bring so many interesting things if it's written well, and also the possibility of seeing the side characters (the angels, Solomon...) in the past is appealing too. And the whole mountain of possible interactions with them in that context would be enough for another long post but...

Should we get our hopes high? I am, honestly. I hope for too much lore in this game but I'm scared I'll get discouraged when it comes out.

The last seasons in Obey me felt rushed and there were lore details that aren't consistent (like RAD apparently not existing yet in Nightbringer but being said in Obey me that the brothers visited the school once while being angels...) and I didn't like the way they treated the first time travelling back in lesson 16...

So I guess all that's left is to wait and see.

#obey me Nightbringer #obey me #obey me news #obey me shall we date #obey me fandom #obey me theory #obey me lore

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erismor-iok · 9 months

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My WIP for 'Who are you?' A CSM X JJK

Content Warning:

Major Spoilers for Chainsaw Man Part 1, so anime-only people, you have been warned.

Author's Note:

A fanfiction crossover between Chainsaw Man and Jujutsu Kaisen! This idea would not leave my head so I thought, hey! why not make a fanfic out of it! I do plan on making a full-length fic and if this does well, I'll post it here on Tumblr! (Also there is like no JJk in this one so sorry!)

Word count: 986

Chapter 1: Welcome to your new home

September 12, 1997

"Open it."

Her word washes over him like a typhoon, drowning him in cold water. He feels as if he is stumbling through honey as it tries to drag him deeper and deeper into its sweet but deadly embrace.

His heart races as blood rushes into his ears. Her following words cut through it effortlessly, drowning everything out until only her words remained.

"You don’t have to think about a thing," she begins. Automatically, his eyes flickered to her face, searching for something. What is that thing? He doesn’t know himself.

"Trust me."

His body moves before his mind can even comprehend her words. ‘That’s good, isn’t it?’ His body inches closer to the door. ‘No thinking; that's why I came here, right? To be her dog?’

One footstep becomes two—only 5 more to go.

'When I open the door,'

4 more.

'When I open the door, Power will be there, smiling.'

'She’ll pull a party popper, and she'll be holding a cake, and... Huh?'

'Why would she have a cake?'

‘-Oh, duh… because tomorrow’s my birthday.’

Power stands there with a white birthday cake in her hands.

"D-denji…"

"BANG"

September 17, 1997

He awakes with a gasp.

The heat bombards him, reminding him of its presence. Buzzing cicadas hum in his ears as he feels his shirt stick to his skin like a second layer. The sweltering humidity isn’t helped by the fact that the small girl is curled in his arms.

His wide eyes slowly drifted to her form, reminding him of the present. A small pang of envy is felt as not a drop of sweat can be found on her porcelain face. Unlike his, where he could already feel new drops racing down his blotchy, tan skin, His thin, straw-like hair was wet.

Maybe the heat is getting to him, or perhaps it’s the dream that led him to think about the last thing Pochita said to him weeks ago.

"...Grant the Control Devil’s dream." He softly mumbles, not realizing it until the words leave his mouth, flying off into the wind for no one but his ears alone.

When Pochita said it, he thought it would be easy. Make sure to raise her on love, not fear; give her room to grow normally; and give her lots of hugs. But now, staring at her, he doubts

He feels a sliver of it embedding itself in his head. Whispering to him that this was all for nothing, that this would end up being another failure, and that his unluckiness will continue.

And the worst part about it is that he doesn’t refute it.

(His grip tightened as he pulled her closer to his body. Yet, somewhere deep in his body, there was a knee-jerk reaction to shove her off and run far away. Somewhere, her spiraling golden gaze may never find.

He wants to hug; he wants to push. He ends up doing neither.)

After all, there is already precedent for him destroying everything he loves.

September 25, 1997

It’s been a week since—whatever that was. (Of him hating a child—a child who used to be the lady who took everything from him and controlled him like a puppet since day one. Maki-)

"Denj-kuni,"

He hadn't even noticed that his hands were trembling. Exhaling a shaky breath, he turned his head to the girl sitting in front of the TV with her seven huskies. It’s a funny sight—a tiny, dark girl with a poker face lying on top of a mountain of fluff that can bark.

Subconsciously, he can feel his mouth pull into a small smile at the sight.

"Yeah?"

She opens her mouth before closing it and then reopening it. He watches in both confusion and faint amusement as this cycle repeats itself before she flops her head into white fur. Giving up.

"Can we have curry for dinner?" She mumbles into the fur, loud enough for him to hear.

"Eh? I mean…" Lulling his head backward, he mentally went through his checklist of everything he would need to make curry and if he had it in the fridge.

August 10, 1997

"-And now, we add the roux and let it dissolve into the curry."

Aki’s stern voice continues to drone on about how to make his admittedly very good- curry.

His eyes slowly crawl toward Power as he lets Aki’s words turn into white noise. While he at least tried to pay attention to his lesson, Power gave up 30 minutes ago, claiming that the ‘great’ and ‘powerful’ blood demon "need not engage herself with such human things."

Now, She was sprawled out on the couch, Meowy on her stomach, as they engorged themselves in some animated cartoon about sponges and pineapples that live under the sea.

‘Not engage in human things, my ass.’ He thought to himself, staring at her from his seat on the counter stool.

"Now, cover it and let it simmer for... Are you even listening?"

"...No."

A shit-eating grin forms on his face as he sees Aki’s glare crumble right before his eyes, morphing into a disappointed but not-surprised stare. One that Denji takes great pride in causing.

Aki signs before his eyes light up with an idea.

"Denji-Kun," The smile he wore was almost always accompanied by some trap, an offer he knew Denji wouldn’t refuse. Yet, even with that knowledge, Denji thought the smile looked nice on him, made his eyes look less dull, and made him look younger.

It’s better than the ‘frown,’ at least.

Although Denji hasn’t seen the ‘frown’ in a while now that he thinks about it,

"Do you want to know my-"

September 25, 1997

"- Secret to how to make a good curry?" Denji asks, a twinkle in his eyes and ash in his mouth as he repeats what Aki told him that day.

#chainsaw man #jujutsu kaisen #csm #csm spoilers #csm fanfic #crossover #denji hayakawa #denji #aki hayakawa #power chainsaw man #power csm #nayuta #wip #work in progress

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candycandy00 · 1 year

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So this might seem like a controversial opinion, and please keep in mind that this only applies to me personally, but I don’t mind at all when someone Likes a bunch of my fanfics without reblogging them.

Let me be clear, of course I prefer reblogs or comments. Of freaking course. But if you just click Like on my post? That’s great! I’m flattered and I’m happy you enjoyed my writing enough to click that little heart. I honestly can’t imagine not being happy with a large number of Likes.

So I’ll explain why I feel this way, and bear with me because I have to delve into a bit of my history as a writer.

I started writing fanfiction in my early teen years. When the internet was still young. When fan-run forums were a great place to post them. When we all had “shrines” to our favorite characters hosted on Geocities, joined thirty web rings, nervously posted our first lemons, and fought off flamers.

I wrote fanfiction for many years, for lots of different fandoms. And I loved doing it. I loved the feeling of being part of a community of fans. I loved being creative with the stories I enjoyed. But most of all I loved the feedback, the engagement. Regardless of the quality of my work (and let’s be real, those early fics were super cringe), I got reviews, comments, people telling me to continue. And the feedback came almost immediately. Within hours of posting something, there would be at least a few comments or reviews. These pushed me to keep writing, because I wanted more. More reviews. More encouragement. More reactions. Feedback and engagement are the most addictive drugs to a writer. Knowing someone read your words, and even better, knowing they enjoyed them? Instant high.

However, my true passion has always been original fiction. I’ve been making stories since I was a small child. I’ve had “novels” in progress since I was ten years old. And at some point, after basking in the feedback of fanfiction, I decided to focus more on my original work. My dream was always to be a published novelist, after all. So after many many years as a fanfiction author, I left fanfiction behind. I returned to it very briefly a few years later, wrote exactly two fics, then left it again.

I worked on my original fiction. I wrote and actually finished multiple novels. I edited, rewrote, etc. Then I excitedly began querying literary agents. And the result? Form rejection after form rejection. Not a single request for the full manuscript or even a partial manuscript. Not a single word of feedback. And this repeated with each novel I wrote.

Desperate for feedback, I started posting my stories on various places online. Wattpad. Here on tumblr. Various forums and other websites for posting original work. I even joined Facebook groups specifically for sharing your unpublished novels to get feedback. The result was still a resounding “nothing”. No comments. No likes or votes or reviews or reblogs. A small handful of views on Wattpad was all I got. And I’m talking small. Like less than 20 per chapter. On some stories, less than 5. It was like my work was invisible. No one would give it a second glance.

After all of this I started to question myself. Was I actually any good at writing to begin with? Had I just deluded myself into thinking I had any talent whatsoever? Getting zero feedback or engagement on all of it was crushing. I would much rather get negative feedback than none at all. It was like screaming into the void, to keep posting work that would be totally ignored.

At some point I remembered how wonderful it felt to get feedback on my fanfiction. And I craved that again. I’d been following a few blogs on here that took requests (blogs like this one I’m currently running). I actually sent a few anon requests into them. And at the same time I was thinking of how much I missed writing fanfics, I got a few ideas for fics that just would not leave my brain. So I wrote my first BNHA fanfic, and my first fanfic in general in many years. That was Break Time, a Shigaraki x Reader fic. It was my first x Reader fic as well, and it took me a bit of effort to get used to the format. But I did it. I wrote it. And then, I nervously posted it to this blog, and waited to see if anyone would spare it a glance.

When those Likes started coming in, I literally teared up. It was like, “Oh so I can still entertain people with my writing. People still like my work.” Coming from the barren wasteland of zero feedback, those dozens of Likes early on were like an oasis. Each one meant more to me than you can ever imagine.

So for me, it absolutely boggles my mind that anyone could actively hate getting Likes. I get it, reblogs and comments are so much better. But are Likes that terrible?

To me, it’s like this: Likes are like small pieces of candy. Reblogs and comments are like big strawberry parfaits. Do I prefer a big strawberry parfait to a piece of candy? Of course I do. But if someone walks up to me and gives me a piece of candy, I’m not gonna be mad at that person. I still like candy, even if I get way more excited about the parfait. And when you spend several years getting no candy whatsoever, you definitely appreciate it when people start giving you some.

And yeah, it’s definitely frustrating to see other people getting strawberry parfaits and all you ever get is candy, but does that make it alright to be a total jerk to the next person who gives you candy? To angrily scream that you’re not accepting candy because people aren’t giving you enough parfaits? Honestly, it just makes you seem petty to me.

(And to clarify, saying you’re frustrated about not getting parfaits is not what I’m talking about, yelling at the people giving you candy and being super rude about it is what I’m talking about.)

If you’re someone who is getting genuinely angry at people for Liking your stuff, I invite you to try a little experiment. Write an original piece of fiction. Just a short story, but put a lot of effort into it. Then post it. Literally anywhere. I can guarantee you that the next time you get a bunch of Likes on your fanfics, you’ll appreciate them.

All this to say, feel free to Like my stuff! Spam Like my stuff! I’m cool with it. Will I get all squishy and blushy if you reblog or comment? Yes. I most definitely will. But if for some reason you only feel comfortable Liking it, it still makes me smile.

Also, end note here, but I don’t reblog fanfic. I reblog art, gif sets, etc. but not fanfic. That’s because this is my fanfic writing blog and I have this fear that people will confuse the reblogged fanfic for being my work, and I hate the idea of getting credit for someone else’s work. I know this might be an irrational fear. I am planning to make a secondary blog just for reblogging fics I enjoy. I’ll link it when I do in case anyone wants to follow it for a curated list of really great fics!

#Fanfiction #fanfic #writing

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ashyronfire · 9 months

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White & Gray || Prologue - We'll Be Lost Before The Dawn

Title: Prologue - We'll Be Lost Before The Dawn Rating: M Characters: The Hollow Knight | Pure Vessel (x2), Hornet, The Pale King, Herrah (+ more, tbh) Warnings: Introspect-Heavy, Found Family, THK is Not Nice, Angst/Depression, PTSD-based dissociation at times, Trauma Bonding, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Self-Harm, Suicide/Suicidal Ideology, Off-Screen Suicide, Post-Dream No More Ending

Summary:

In defiance of death. In defiance of light. In defiance of space. In defiance of time. Void: potential without limit. To recreate. To undo the mistakes of the past. To alter the course of history. To rewrite the past, there is no cost too great. Tell me you will live through this and I will die for you. Through trick of void or twist of fate, the Hollow Knight is sent back to the beginning, to a time when Hallownest had yet to fall. To save themselves. To change their own destiny. And perhaps to grant Hallownest a kinder fate as well...

Author's Note: Hi! This fic was my big project and is my pride and joy. It's coming close to a year old. When I first released W&G, I didn't have a Tumblr - so only 2/3s of the chapters got linked here. I was also too shy to crosspost it here properly. After AO3 being DDoSed recently, and with this fic's one year anniversary coming up, I decided to be brave and start posting it once a week here for those who want to read but don't particularly feel like going to AO3 for whatever reason.

That being said, this fic is finished. The entirety of it can be read on Ao3 as-is (if you'd rather binge), or you can read it here with its weekly updates. You can also find the fanart that it has received under this blog's tag of w&g. The tag w&g fanfic will be for the actual fic.

(Also, sorry to people who read it who may not want this fic on your dash. Promise I'm not gonna spam. <3)

Prologue ||

Needlepoints of ivory lit up a place light dared not venture. They came in pairs: one, two, three, four, and then the numbers increased so rapidly that it was impossible to keep count. No two were exactly alike in shape, and yet they were so alike that the average viewer would be unable to tell them apart. An amalgamation of shadow woven into form not-fully-solid and never meant to be, they were silent. Their screams needed no sound to resonate from the furthest reaches of creation to a world they were never meant to tread.

They came.

They came to the one with ashen form. With bone. To the solid one who dared to ascend to the heavens. Who climbed higher and higher, whose shadow was at once darker than theirs and more tangible.

They rose from their darkness, from the place forgotten by time and all who came before. There was no call. There needn’t be one. There were no words, for there was no use for those, either.

They came for the blinding light filling the morning, painting the sky golden, yellow, orange.

Higher. Higher.

They were hungry . They hungered for her.

She screamed. The sound was deafening; it was rage given voice and it echoed throughout all of creation, as far as the light touched – but the light did not touch everything, and that scream of rage could not pierce the darkness rising up from beneath the world, into a realm that it had never touched. The void did not dream. The void simply existed: kindness and cruelty, malice and delight, the great vacuum. Without hopes and aspirations, it could not enter to her world, and at its basest form, the void had none of these things.

But one had given it something . One had given it purpose: single-minded devotion to duty, to instruction. Seal the blinding light that plagues their dreams.

The one with form climbed. They followed. The great black wave stained all that it touched as it cascaded, rolling along the mountain’s edge to follow like a beacon. She flew higher into the sky, to escape the rising of that dark tide. She could not get higher enough. There was no height it could not ascend; that they could not guide it.

Great tendrils of darkness shot out, gripped and pulled. She screamed again and tore herself free.

More eyes lifted. Watching, impassive. She was terrified. It did not care. She was screaming for escape. It felt nothing at all.

The tidal wave could not be stopped once it had begun, and it began long ago: the moment that another creature entered that vast emptiness and left something alive within. The earthquake took the form of an egg filled with the essence of wyrm and root, the eye of the storm.

The one given form followed. It gave chase and the great sea wove the path it tread. Up, higher and higher.

Great tendrils shot out, then, and wrapped around her. One broke off from the mass, a pair of eyes lit up by lightning scar hued in gold. It grabbed her by the face, held her face and pulled her into its claws. It felt. The sea did not; the sea was impassive. It was not . It was angry. It was scared. It was filled with a terrible determination. She screamed and this time it was personal: aimed at that one, that shadow that held her fast in its claws with no intent of letting go. Or perhaps the scream was at the one before her.

The sound of shell breaking was sickening; cracks like bone, discarded, forgotten. The one with form became formless, and yet it did not dissolve into the sea, into the rest of them. The void answered its command as it launched an assault at the weakness exposed by the other one. The slashes were rapid, vicious, soundless, and yet somehow they drowned out her defiant, desperate pleas - not words, more feral, more animalistic. The last shriek of an era dying, before being whisked away into sweet, unending silence.

Her light exploded around it and then the tidal wave broke.

All that remained was the dark.

And words.

Words in a voice it heard once, so long ago. They were faint, and yet they resonated just the same. One among the mass was pained. One among the mass hurt to hear them. A memory, then, a place so long ago.

Yours is the power opposed.

But yours is potential, eternity potential, force that could defy Time.

Would the one without form simply cease to be? Its task was done. It could rest.

The void did not know conflict of emotions. The void did not know emotions at all. And yet one among it knew conflict: one among it knew emotions. One in the mass knew pain, regret, sorrow, anger, hatred, betrayal. One in the mass knew love , that terrible ruin that spelled its own undoing. Those words evoked that feeling, strange and uncomfortable, and what one felt, all felt: a pain without cease and a lack of understanding. A question, then, churning within the storm.

It saw her, a figure in scarlet cut from the same cloth as the one with form. It receded, but it saw her walk to the broken, discarded shell and look at it, and that question grew louder still.

Yours is potential, eternity potential, force that could defy Time.

Defy time.

W h y.

Hornet.

That was her name.

The void did not feel. The void had no need of names; of identities; of personalities. The void was one great mass, as simple as the sea, perhaps at times turbulent but never feeling. Impassive, eroding and changing, shaping the world in its wake and unstoppable, manipulated by the tides of others but never deliberate in its actions.

It knew her, though, for the one given form had known her, and the one who knew pain knew her.

It knew her.

“Thank you, little ghost,” she said, and it heard her as the waves receded. It heard her and it was filled with a great terrible sensation: emotions unwelcome in the vacuum of its being.

There was regret. There was sorrow. There was confusion. There was a wish.

Defy time.

W h y.

Afloat; one of them was afloat, separate. No, not one. Two. Two were afloat. The others had been absorbed back into it, from whence they came, to sleep as they had before the disruption, their great duty fulfilled. But two were adrift in their sea together. The one with form. The one who knew pain, who knew fear. It was that fear that kept it from rejoining the waves: that fear and an overwhelming sense of regret.

Why. Why. Why. Why.

It could be undone. The one with form knew this to be fact. All could be unwritten. It was limitless potential. It needed only gentle guidance. It could be undone. It could retain its form. The one who knew fear could get an answer to the burning question. Would it change destiny? Was that truly its wish? There were some questions to which the answer would only hurt.

It knew pain intimately. It did not know answers.

But it could be given them, for the void was unlimited potential: a force that could defy even time itself, should it will it. It did not understand the fixation. It did not understand why it mattered. Those who had spoken those cursed words were long gone. Those who had woken it from its slumber were long gone. Its mission, its objective, was fulfilled. The sea was able to return to its banks and be undisturbed once more. It had accomplished what it set out to do. Yet the two remained among a whole, unique, distinct: individual, where individuals were not meant to be.

The sea gave a violent shudder. The air was thick with darkness. It crept from that cursed prison, receding through the cracks in ground, through the space between where nothing lived and nothing died, through to a place where everything and nothing was one.

Back to where it came from.

Defy time.

Why. Why. Why?

Did it truly matter so much? Was it truly that important, that it could not return to peace without knowing?

Then it would know.

Void tendrils stirred. Shining white eyes lifted, meeting a pair so like its own, and yet so different. Two individuals in a blanket of the same: two distinct, where none should be. There would be more pain this route, but it was accustomed to pain, it knew pain like a lover, and it was not afraid anymore. In doing this, it would forever change things. It would change the existence of the whole. The one given form might not exist. The one who knew pain might not exist. It needed to know. It needed an answer. It could not rest.

Then it would know.

Defy time.

What form it took would be up to it. The shells were all broken. There was not one to contain it. There would be complications. None would understand. It still wished it. The hands of time were in fluctuation. It was intimately acquainted with fear, yet it knew fear all over again: the unknown was a variable it had not entirely accounted for, but it would not undo it.

The void sea rose in waves. Those white eyes of its sibling, form and unity, met its own. It watched, impassive. The instruction was unspoken and yet implicitly understood: this would change everything. There would be no third chance. There would be no unraveling the threads of fate from here. Was this still its wish, knowing that there would be no coming back? That it would never see the fruits of its labors? That even if it got its answers, even if it succeeded, it may never actually know what came to pass? Unwritten. Let it be unwritten, then. Let it start anew.

The cost would be great.

It was afraid. It had walked into fear before.

Defy time.

Remember us.

The one with form tilted its head very slowly. Watched, with those same strange eyes. There was a tension in the air then, as the waves churned into a maelstrom. The same tendrils that had pulled her down to her ruin wove around it but unlike her, it did not struggle. It embraced the darkness and all that it offered. Limitless potential. Defiance of time.

To start again. To rewind the fabric of reality.

To find out.

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ㅤ ㅤ « Remember. »

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤFirst part of “Memories of a lost body”.

ㅤ ㅤ Sweet Home 2 • Short One-shot.

Pairing: Pyeon Sangwook/Jung Jaeheon (really implicit).

Rating: Teen and Up audiences.

Characters: Pyeon Sangwook, Jung Jaeheon, Cha Hyunsu, Jung UiMyeong.

Tags: Angst, Amnesia, Past relationship.

Summary: A small talk between Hyunsu, who has lost his memory, and Ui-myeong in Sangwook's body who cannot escape from his emotions and memories.

“I know you can't remember anything, but doesn't the name "Jaeheon" sound familiar?”

Both Sangwook and Hyunsu were in the same car, the younger one had no idea where they were going, he had been a manipulable piece since his memory vanished and followed this stranger. Sangwook, who was no longer himself, but an amalgam of a dead body and the soul of a monster, was the one leading Hyunsu down the path of survival.

The only thing that interested him was his power, at least that is what he had in mind, because he knew that this young man would manage to perfect it and become a weapon against the greedy humanity. That was becoming extinct.

But there was something in his head that would not leave him alone.

“Hyunsu... ” he called his attention while keeping his eyes straight ahead.

The boy looked at him with that emotionless expression on his face.

“Yes?”

“I know you can't remember anything, but doesn't the name "Jaeheon" sound familiar?”

A silence formed between them, as the boy thought, his mind had been blank for a while and no matter how hard he tried, there were no memories there.

But there were emotions, in fact, Hyunsu could only feel something with that name.

Sadness.

“No, I can't remember," said the young man, "But for some reason.... I feel he was someone important.”

“Is there a special reason?”

“I feel like I could cry just thinking his name.”

Sangwook is silent, also thinking, not that he shares the feeling of sadness. He has no attachment to the memories of this body, he doesn't care about them either, but Jaeheon's name is in his mind without.

He believes it is the same man he sees in his dreams or disconnections with the body, where the memories of the host attack and unsettle him. That bespectacled man, not so tall, with a kind smile and gentle eyes.

He has memories where he talks to him about God, that they spent something together, but it is blurry and frustrating to chase the thought. He has hit his head more than once to forget it.

“Why do you ask?”

Sangwook is silent for a bit as he thinks of a suitable answer.

“The owner of this body had a connection to him, but he wasn't among the survivors when I arrived in the building, so.... I don't know who he is.”

“And how do you know his name?”

“He repeats it too much in his head, in pain and sadness, he does it to take away my control.”

Hyunsu looks at him.

“Jaeheon must be really special, he seems to be getting you off your rocker.”

Silence again.

“It doesn't matter if you can't remember.”

This is my first post on Tumblr! Although I've been on the platform for three years, I'm just starting to get the hang of it and since I want to interact more with an audience that's interested in kdramas fanfics, I'm going to use it more often. I'll post the second part of this One-shot shortly! I'm very excited to see how it was received.

Anyway, this fanfic is posted on Ao3 months ago, here's the link for you to support if you like:

All support is highly appreciated!

Questions and suggestions are always welcome.

—Fer, 21/04/2024.

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tailsbeth-writes · 8 months

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So I'm back!

I took a massive Tumblr break but I've been getting back into it the past couple of months and I'm very happy to say it's still the rose tinted hellscape I love.

I started writing fanfic again, see my last post for the RWRB fic I'm writing. It's not anything too elaborate but it's fun!

I may take requests again for drabbles, although I'll have to work out for what fandoms. I'm so behind on the various Skams now! Right now I'd say I'll do Skam, RWRB & Heartstopper. Maybe Young Royals when it's back. I'll post when I'm officially opening the inbox though.

Also an update on what I've actually been up to in the meantime: I finished the first draft of my sci fi YA book (currently titled) Decompose! It's a dystopian story set in London with an incredibly diverse cast that I cannot wait for the world to meet. Harry, Delilah, Norah, Isaac, Callum, Sylvia, Forrest... so many more. I'm currently going through edits and I hope to be sending it out for another round of beta reading come October. I've had people beta read for other work on here before & it's been so helpful so PLEASE reach out if you're interested. The book focuses on equality, disabilities, rebellion, mental health, government corruption, family in it's different forms. It's from a 1st person POV, Harry is a bookish soft boy who believes in quiet action, he's snarky, so pansexual it's ridiculous, smart, dreams of being a writer, has a major sweet tooth.

If that intrigued you, message me with your email & I'll get you on the list. And thank you in advance for volunteering! You're a babe & you'll be thanked when it's published, cause I'm so damn determined this will be published.

Sending love from Scotland, well done for making it to the end of this vent I guess 🥲

Taylor xo

#tailsbeth writes #fanfic #fanfiction #personal #writer #rwrb #skam #heartstopper #red white and royal blue #beta readers #scifi #ya fiction

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newgenog · 1 year

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REVENGE

Notes: This is part one of chapter three. If you're just stumbling across this, and haven't already done so, please stop and start by reading part one of chapter one.

This is a #Batwoman AU based on the ABC tv series #Revenge. The character parallels are pretty neat. So I'm reimagining a world where Ryan Wilder has a more intentional pursuit of vengeance.

Spoiler alert: she is not the caped crusader in this #fanfic.

Each Friday, I post portions of my (very long 😅) chapters on Tumblr, and post their conclusion (the final part) on A03 with the complete chapter.

Okay, enough reminders and such. Y'all ready? Here it goes!

CHAPTER THREE - BETRAYAL (Part One)

Summary: Before he can announce his intent to run for Mayor, Robyn Wilde makes it her mission to destroy the life of the District Attorney that decided to bring criminal charges against her for the events that led to her mother’s death when she was the child known as Ryan Wilder.

PRESS DAY

DA Sionis: “Thank you all for joining me here for this press conference. Some of you have been supporting me in any way you could since I became District Attorney. I’ve had to make some tough calls, and you’ve always trusted my judgment. We know government and law enforcement isn’t for the weak, and I’ve always been committed to standing strong in our shared value system, for you, my friends and constituents. I know everyone has been wondering if I’m going to announce my run for mayor. Mayor Castellanos was at times short sighted, and limited his influence. We need a mayor that values our law enforcement. We need to eliminate those responsible for making Gotham wild, run down, drug infested, and unsafe. We need to get back to the structure that came from traditional families. These progressives who have no regard for the principles Gotham was built upon, and these criminals who don’t contribute to our society and instead bleed us dry with their subsidized living, have taken over our city. We need to take it back.”

Roman Sionis pauses to allow the audience to applaud for his heavy handed approach to law enforcement. He’s been reading a script off of a tablet on the podium in front of him. The screen turns black and large, white font appears where his lines once were.

ROMAN SIONIS! IF YOU ANNOUNCE YOUR CANDIDACY TONIGHT THE WORLD WILL SEE THIS.

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3 DAYS EARLIER

Ryan walks down the stairway that lands in the back of The Hold Up, near the manager’s office. The door is closed, and the lights are off. She continues towards the center of the bar, and no one is around. It’s night time, and it's odd that there isn’t an evening crowd. She continues towards the front doors, and before she can exit, lights flash through the opaque windows, and the doors burst open with armed, bullet proof vested men. Jacob Kane is at the center of them.

Jacob: “Ryan Wilder, you’re under arrest for identity theft, fraud, and perjury. We know everything. And if you thought for one minute that you could destroy my family without me figuring you out, you were sadly mistaken.”

One of the men captures her arm, placing it behind her back, and turns her around, so that he can cuff both wrists. Sophie is behind the bar with a confused, heartbroken expression. Her eyes well, and Ryan can see her choke out the word 'Ryan' in the form of a question.

Ryan shoots up in a cold sweat, her sheets tossed to the floor. Selina bounds onto her bed and climbs into her lap, meowing in concern.

Ryan: “It’s okay Selly. It was just a dream. We’re okay.”

She pets the cat’s head, comforting them both, and the feline crawls up so that she can nuzzle into Ryan’s neck.

Ryan: “I’m glad you’re here too.”

Ryan looks over at the clock, while rubbing Selina’s back, and sees that it’s after 8 a.m.

Ryan: “Should we go check on your mom?”

She accepts the purr as an agreement, and sets Selina down so that she can pull herself together and prepare to head downstairs, while trying to shake the feeling that her world is about to be rocked.

~~~~~

Ryan takes the same path down the stairs that she did the night before, and then again in her dream, reminding herself that the last time was just that: a dream. When she hits the landing, the office door is open, and the lights are on. She drops Selly off, and continues towards the bar, looking for whomever is around to check-in with.

She finds the Moore sisters sitting at a round table for four. Sophie is trying to convince Jordan that she’s not responsible for her mother’s current state. Ryan leans against the bar, waiting for them to finish their conversation, appreciating Sophie's natural caregiver tendencies. She's not the lanky teen that stayed out of trouble, yet tried to save Ryan from herself more than once anymore, but she's still doing what she can to support everyone around her.

Jordan: “You were right. I did this. I’ve been immature and selfish.”

Sophie: “No offense, but you’ve been a teenager…”

Jordan: “If I was more like you, I would have been here to help out. Mom wouldn’t have run herself into the ground trying to do everything by herself.”

Sophie: “You know that’s not true. I was here last night, and she was still driving everyone in the kitchen crazy. Mom’s going to do what she wants.”

Jordan: “I don’t even understand how we got here.”

Sophie: “We’re really not great at talking about health stuff. It’s pretty common for Black moms to be strong for everyone, and only share what’s going on when it’s an emergency, or when they’re not the ones telling the story. I think Mom’s been keeping how serious things are from us to protect us.”

Jordan: “How is this protecting us? Being completely caught off guard, feeling like I could have done more…that’s not helpful!”

Sophie: “I know Jordan. Trust me.”

Ryan doesn’t want to interrupt, but she also doesn’t want to pry. This seems like the best moment to make her presence known.

Ryan: “Hey…”

Sophie: “Robyn! Hey!”

Sophie looks at Ryan as though seeing her is the first good thing to happen in a while.

Ryan: “Are you ladies doing okay? How’s Ms. Moore?”

Sophie: “She’s alright, but also not great. She had a mild stroke last night. Apparently, her blood pressure has been out of whack for a while, and she was at increasing risk for something like this to happen. But she's going to be fine.”

It's clear she doesn't want to worry her sister, but Sophie's poker face wouldn't have helped her hide that the deck was stacked against her. Ryan moves closer to the table, automatically, but stops short, fighting back the urge to reach out.

Ryan: “I’m so sorry…”

Sophie: “Me too. She’s still at the hospital, but just under observation to make sure her blood pressure is stable. Thank you by the way, for your help last night, and for taking care of our little runaway cat.”

Sophie's phone rings before Ryan can respond. She turns the phone around so the other women can see the name of the caller.

Ryan: "Guess her ears were burning."

Sophie gets up, too anxious to sit while she talks to her mom, and Ryan finally closes the distance to take her vacant seat.

Ryan: “How are you holding up?”

Jordan: “I’m not really.”

Ryan places a hand on top of Jordan’s. She feels like she knows her. Sophie used to talk about her all the time.

Ryan: “I lost my mom when I was younger than you are. So, I get that this is really scary. I also know what it’s like to have a mom who is willing to die for you. It’s a blessing to be loved that much by someone. So, we can be angry at them for putting our lives ahead of theirs, or we can choose to love on them as hard as possible, because we never really know how long we have with anyone, and the time we do have is a gift.”

This is the advice her mama would want her to give: to help Jordan choose to love instead of being angry with herself and her mom. Jordan nods, understanding, and wipes away the tears that had finally fallen.

Jordan: “Thanks. I should probably help Sophie get us ready. Mom would hate it if she ended up in the hospital trying to keep this place running and we didn’t even open the doors because of that.”

Ryan grins at her, and then her phone vibrates. She pulls it out of her back pocket to read the notification.

Kate's cell: Hope you don't mind that I'm bringing Mary with me to brunch. She insists on getting to know you better. See you at 10.

Ryan: "I've got to get going anyway. Tell Sophie…"

Jordan gives Ryan time to search for what she wants to say, and watches her tighten her lips like she’s trying to keep the words she comes up with from spilling out. Ryan knows she's walking a thin line, and can already hear Luke's disappointed warning. Jordan decides to offer a suggestion.

Jordan: "You'll check on us later."

Ryan cracks a grateful smile, and Jordan raises with a bigger, knowing smile.

Ryan: "I will check on you…"

Jordan: "See you later, then."

~~~~~

MARY KATE'S, 10AM ON SUNDAY

Ryan’s seated at Mary Kate’s, listening to the voices floating around her for any useful keywords worth tuning into. She's at a table set for four, angled so that she can see every corner of the dining room, as always. Some people don't like having their backs to the door. That isn't enough for Ryan.

When her two brunchmates arrive, there's an addition to their party. Ryan imagines tossing the table in front of her over, and bounding across the room so she can hem the woman with the bob up by her trench coat, and slam her back against the wall until she’s struggling to breathe. Instead, she grips her seat, cocks her head to the side, and smiles, inviting an explanation.

Kate: “Robyn! You beat us! Surprise?!”

Ryan raises her eyebrows, expecting her to expound, as Kate and Mary approach the table, and Beth trails behind them.

Mary: “Our parents are supporting who they believe will be the future Mayor in his campaign. He’s over our house strategizing. My mom wanted me and Kate to stay, to show off her well-to-do kids, and something about our generation demonstrating we take an interest in politics, but we told her we had plans. So thanks for letting me crash.”

Kate: “He’s an ass. I’d just end up arguing with him anyway.”

Ryan nods, somewhat following along, and Beth fills in what they’ve omitted.

Beth: “Catherine didn’t want me to embarrass her. Without Marcia and Cindy there to manage Jan, our bunch isn’t so Brady. But don’t worry. Your theorizing about making responsible decisions that have a positive impact on society bores me. So I’ll be at the bar.”

Kate rolls her eyes at Beth's back as she purposefully strides over and plops onto a bar stool.

Kate: “Sisters…”

Ryan: “I wouldn’t know.”

Ryan forces herself to relax her shoulders, and picks up the menu, to busy her hands.

Mary: “It’s not all bad.”

Mary grins towards Kate, who mirrors her smile. It’s obvious it means a lot to Mary to be included. Kate seems not to mind having her younger sister around, but Ryan gets the feeling she needs reminders to bring her along.

Kate takes her seat, but Mary freezes in front of hers when she sees who Beth is sitting next to. Ryan follows her stare to the back of a long-haired brunette covered in leather from wrist to to knee boot, in the middle of summer. She returns to Mary, curiously.

Ryan: “Friend of yours?”

Mary: “Hardly.”

Kate finally looks up and, if it’s possible, becomes paler.

Kate: “What the hell is she doing here?”

Mary: “And Beth would run straight to her…Unless she told her to come…”

Mary looks as though she’s considering backtracking to the door.

Ryan: “Does someone want to fill me in?”

Mary and Kate turn to communicate with their eyes, and Mary finally takes her seat.

Mary: “That’s Natalia Knight. She and Kate have history.”

Ryan: “An ex?”

Kate: “That’s too generous a label.”

Ryan: “Consider me on the edge of my seat.”

Ryan puts the menu down, and leans back in her chair, excited for the unexpected tea at this brunch.

Mary: “Nat and Beth partied together in high school. Nat wanted to be with Kate, and claimed she was going to leave behind her bad girl ways to win her over. But she’s a trickster with a knack for chemistry.”

Ryan: “What does that mean?”

Kate: “Ketamine. It’s her drug of choice. She’s like a siren, praying on anyone with the means to take care of her. She lures them in, and dopes them up with drugs she’s baked into her lipstick. One kiss, and you’re doing her bidding. Once you’re at her mercy, she keeps you there by slipping more into your drinks.”

Ryan: “And she’s still roaming the streets how?”

Kate: “There’s nothing concrete enough to stick. No one remembers what’s happened. No witnesses have ever come forward. It all just sounds like rumors and judgment against an emo girl who has less than the rich girls she hangs out with.”

Mary: “No one remembers but me.”

Ryan: “So, something happened.”

Mary glances at Kate, who's looking through the menu as though it's transparent and she can see past the table to her shoes.

Mary: “The kiss worked on Kate. She agreed to go out with Beth and Nat one night, and I’d always ask to come-with when Kate and Beth were going out. This time Kate said yes, which I should have realized was off.”

Kate responds without looking up, sounding guilty but also defensive.

Kate: “Two years is a lot in high school, and those kids were always getting into shit...”

Mary: “Right…Anyway, Beth and I were in the back, so she could drink. Kate was driving, but Nat was all over her, trying to make out at stop lights. At some point, Kate was either too out of it, or too distracted, but she veered into oncoming traffic, lost control of the car, and we flipped.”

Ryan: “Wow.”

Kate’s voice lowers and her words run together.

Kate: “Mary, being the only sober one to see what was happening, tensed and took on the most impact.”

Mary: “Clearly I’m fine.”

Kate finally looks at Mary, frustrated.

Kate: “But you weren’t…”

They've had this argument before, so Mary is unmoved and continues looking at and talking to Ryan.

Mary: “Broken bones are a right of passage for kids. And I heal fast.”

Kate runs her fingers through her hair, anxiously, and is saved by the server.

Server: “Can I get you ladies started with any drinks.”

Ryan: “I’m thinking yes.”

They all order, and then Mary picks back up where she left off.

Mary: “Anyway, we’ve heard her interests have developed, and now she’s into some even weirder activities.”

Ryan: “Like…?”

Mary: “Look, I’m not one to judge. People can get down in the dark however they want, but when you’re not coherent enough to agree to those activities, that’s a whole other story.”

Ryan thinks she knows what Mary’s getting at, but she needs someone to say it out loud, because she won’t believe it otherwise.

Kate: “Nat’s taken S&M to the extreme. Word is she’s into what they call blood play. She’s this dom who drugs her partners so much that they beg for pain until they bleed.”

Ryan: “Oh-kaay… That’s different.”

Mary: “It’s worse than you think…supposedly she likes the taste.”

Ryan: “OF BLOOD!”

Mary and Kate’s eyes widen in a uniformed warning, because Ryan’s volume had increased in shock. She puts her hands up in apology.

Mary: “That’s what’s going around. They call her Nocturna now.”

Ryan: “Gotham is weirder than I thought.”

Kate’s flipping through the menu, looking somewhat ashamed. Ryan sees this as another opportunity to build some trust, and throws her a bone.

Ryan: “Hey. We all do shit in high school. I have my fair share of horror stories, but I think we’ve gotten dark enough for this time of day. So, maybe we should shift gears, and save vampire stories for Halloween.”

Their drinks arrive right then, and Kate responds in an appreciative half-smile.

Kate: “I’ll drink to that. Besides, you wanted to run an idea by me?”

Mary: "You guys talk shop over mimosas? I thought we were here to have fun!"

Ryan laughs, surprising herself. Mary is not a part of the plan. She was almost inconsequential when Ryan was preparing, like white noise playing in the background. And she's starting to understand how that came to be… Mary deserves better, but while she has no role in Ryan's mission, she can't become Ryan's problem either.

Kate: "I guess we kinda do, don't we?"

Ryan: "I think it's a little more therapy than business."

Kate: "Ha. Fair."

Mary: "I've got shopping for that."

Mary's smile is warming, and Ryan feels lighter than she can remember feeling in a long time. She recalls her mom talking about the girl her age at the Kane's, and it's as if two hands rest on her shoulders, gently encouraging her to lean-in. She doesn't want Mary mixed up in this, but…

Ryan: "I might need to try out your style of therapy, and Evan's been asking me when we're meeting up, next…"

Kate: "I think I'll stick to seeing you at kickboxing."

Mary: "You're not invited anyway. You bring down the vibe."

Ryan laughs a real laugh, which should be impossible given who's sitting within reach behind her. She tries to hold onto this feeling, because she doesn't know when it'll come again. And it's a better way to transition back to what brought her here. Ryan has decided that, with all the harm the Kanes have caused, their undoing isn't enough. One way or another, she'll make them put something good back into the communities that they've neglected and exploited.

Ryan: "I did have an idea, Kate. I think I've figured out what Gotham is missing, and after our last chat about how you want to be different than your parents, I thought you might want to team up on it."

Kate: "A Jeturian-Wayne collaboration? They'll hate that!"

Kate seems intrigued.

Mary: "Which means you love it."

Ryan: "But you're right, Mary. It's a Sunday, and I had a hell of a night. So, maybe we can meet after work this week and I can do this for real with a pitch?"

Kate: "I'm good with that. It just can't be Wednesday. My parents are hosting the D.A.'s constituents at our house, and my dad wants us there. We're choosing our battles, you know…?

Ryan: "I get it. Tomorrow night work?"

Kate: "Works for me. Want to come by our house around 7, or is this an in-office kind of meeting?"

Ryan knows being invited to their home is necessary and pivotal, but that happening so soon has made her appetite non-existent. She powers through.

Ryan: "Sounds like you have a full week…No need to get stuck in the office."

Kate: "Thanks for the mercy. So, want to tell us about your night?"

Ryan's eyes fall to her menu. She's not sure how to navigate this - she doesn't want to discuss Sophie more than she has to - but it seems Mary's going to take care of that for her.

Mary: "It's Diane. She ended up in the hospital last night. Robyn was there when she passed out and helped Sophie until they left in the ambulance. She even closed up the bar."

Ryan: "She told you…?"

Mary: "Sophie's my girl…it meant a lot to her."

Kate's clearly not in love with being the last to know, but she decides to try to cover, and raises her glass.

Kate: "To Robyn, then, for coming into our lives at just the right time, and being exactly what we all didn't realize we needed."

Ryan smiles wide at the compliment, which is founded in more truth than anyone realizes. She's become what Kate needs due to calculated precision. For Sophie and Mary, though…she's exactly what they don't need.

All three glasses clink, and Ryan makes a promise to herself. The Moores and Mary will not become collateral damage. She must protect them, especially from her.

~~~~~

Ryan is the last to leave Mary Kate's. She used the excuse of needing to run to the ladies' to make sure her brunch mates and their callous tagalong were gone before she walked out. She immediately calls Luke.

Luke: "To what do I owe this afternoon cold call."

Ryan: "I need to know everything about the event the Kane's are hosting Wednesday night. They're helping with the DA's campaign for Mayor."

Ryan listens as Luke moves into position at his desk and begins keying in the characters required to fulfill Ryan's request.

Luke: "It's basically a press conference. He hasn't officially announced his intent to run, but it seems he's going to do that Wednesday night."

Ryan: "Alright. Find out when the next flight from London to Gotham is."

Luke: "Are you expecting someone?"

Ryan: "Yes. You're going to email Circe Sionis from Roman saying it's safe for her to return home and attach a full itinerary so she can be present to publicly support her father's announcement."

Luke: "And what are you going to do?"

Ryan: "What I always do. Prepare."

~~~~~

To be continued...

The Reminders:

I'll be back here next Friday with another update.

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thetoweringneedle · 10 months

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WELCOME TO MY G/T BFDI BLOG! - 🪡

Soooo this is me Laddy, and im here to post a lotta giant/tiny fanfics of battle for dream island!! so this is essentially going to be an account full of fanart with characters being huge or tiny, aka size difference!

For those who dont have an idea about what g/t is, it's a domain about size difference and related traits such as size shifting (growth or shrinkage), and to some extent physical contact with giants. This blog specifically will be dedicated to g/t fanfics of bfdi, made in form of stories or art! (before you ask, i have NO bad intent of running this blog as it's supposed to be fluff and NOT kinky, just to make sure that no one gets concerns about it. I also respect people's opinions on size difference, and so should you!)

MAKE SURE TO FOLLOW if interested, i'll always try to post frequently and stay in touch with g/t fellas out there on tumblr! not that i care so much about clout, my life priority is to be creative which is why i'm also interested in coding, composing, making 3d models and much more...

i'm also on other platforms (which aren't exclusively tied to g/t), so you got my other links:

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THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT. most importantly needle is such a girlboss and needs so much more popularity!!! 🫶

❗️REQUESTS FOR ART AND ICONS ARE OPEN!

if you ever have an urge to see ur bfb/inanimate insanity favs as giants, then don't hesitate to send me a note to ask me to draw them (chat is not allowed)!! i will allow 1 request/week and person to avoid having too many of them in my queue, since im a pretty slow artist. no pricing, it's free! (KEEP IN MIND that you shouldn't urge me to complete ur request as fast as possible as it will only get me more stressed, i take a long time to finish my stuff and i appreciate your patience)

and this also applies to icons! you just gotta tell me whom you want me to make an icon of, and which object or other character they'd tower over or be smaller than. flags are also allowed! Unlike art, I can make those icons pretty fast, so you can request 2 per week!

#bfb #tpot #bfdi #object show #object show community #artists on tumblr #bfb g/t #tpot g/t #giant tiny #g/t #g/t community #size difference

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legendoftheotherside · 11 months

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I never participate in these things but well, there's a first for everything lol

tagged by @sandwitchstories

Rules

Post the names of the files of your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you ask with the title that most intrigued them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. If you want, tag as many people as you have WIPS.

I'm going to do this because all my titles are boringly hilarious 😂😂 It will be only wips that aren't published yet (I have more wips that are published on ao3 which I need to continue but I'll concentrate on wips that haven't seen the light of a day yet). All these fics are something I started and one day might finish XD I'm dividing the list by fandoms because there are too many 🤷‍♀️

Fairy Tail:

and there was one bed - new gratsu fic; you can imagine what it is about 😂

Slayers mating - gratsu idea that is somewhat written in the form of an outline and some scenes are actually written; I have no idea when I'll finish it 😅

gray is secretly a vampire - crack fic where outsiders decide Gray is a vampire and rumors spread like wildfire, pure humor; I'm pretty sure I saw some post on tumblr and had an idea

gratsu natsu knocks on the door - I'm pretty sure the title is a pun to the opening scene of my only multichap gratsu fic, A Sham

Naruto:

kushina lives AU - exactly what it says, I'm working on it on and off every now and then; while Kushina lives, Tsunade is actually the main character, collecting kids just like old ladies collect cats 🤣

seals naruto au wanting to keep the fox in - tbh this is basically just an idea in form of an outline and a few written snippets scattered around; don't really know if I'll ever write it completely

naruto timetravel 1 - this was actually supposed to be team 7 boruto timetraveling to naruto canon before that timetravel filler arc in boruto ever happened. sadly, I never tried to finish it

naruto timetravel 2 - naruto and sauske's consciousness from the future appear as flashes of memories/dreams to naruto and sasuke of the original naruto canon timeline before they graduated academy

kamui raw bondage - a kakaobi kinktober fic I never got around finishing, it was supposed to be a companion fic to my I've patched up the scrapes in my heart

One Piece:

LawLu stranded on an island AU plot - so this is one rare outline instead of a fic lmao (I never do real outlines 😂)

ofmd crossover - had an idea for a crossover but never finished it.

BNHA:

DFO/canon - tbh I don't even remember what this is supposed to be beyond DFO, but what I can see from a fast scan, it's one of the rare outlines lol

baku deku unconventional A/B/O - it's unconventional because it's alpha/alpha pairing; an old idea that I never got to finishing

genderswap au - ah this is one of the oldest wips in the fanfic folder; it's not so much of a genderswap as much as genderswap characters come to the canon through a portal; very fun

DabiHawks mermaid au - a discord drabble I wrote for a prompt and saved to finish one day

Other fics:

FT x DA:II crossover funny - just like it says: crackfic crossover of fairy tail and dragon age 2; Fenris is sure Natsu is a rage demon 🤣🤣🤣

Josuke'a accidental time travel adventure - I had a craving for Josuke time-traveling to part 3 and there was none to read. gasp. but then one day a fic with a similar premise appeared on ao3 so I read that instead of finishing my own XD

FuruSawa fic - an ace no diamond oneshot that just needs a satisfying end (which I need to write so who knows when I'll finish 🤣)

Shiki x Weisz - eden's zero fic just as title says XD

I still have a few more docs but those are literally a few sentences and I didn't bother to list them here

I don't think I talk with enough ppl to tag as many as I have wips lmao so I'll do just a few. feel free to ignore the tag if you don't feel like doing this XD I had fun typing all this and this post is not counting my original wips 😂

@pencilofawesomeness

@phoenix-before-the-flame

@genavere

@thehylianidiot

@nonnie992

@elenyafinwe

@xfangheartx

@wilhelmina-murray-harker

@tobethefairybest

#fanfics #fanfic writing #fanfic wips #tag games #wip list #fanfic wip list

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assassinnovice · 1 year

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Sneak Peak Of Dream and Chaos

So I have been obsessed with the Netflix The Sandman and read the Sandman fanfics on Tumblr. But a special thanks to @honeybeezgobzzzzz for their ongoing fanfic of the sandman and I have been writing my own.

but I don't know how to continue it, so I want to give you a sneak peek of it and hopefully have some help on how to get it done and posted

Here you go:

Dream sat in his cage, his body pulled close to him, the guards were gone, leaving him completely alone, but he heard the faint footsteps approaching the gate.

He raised his head watching as the figure stepped in front of the gate on the other side, pushed the doors open, and walks into the cellar.

Dream sat in attentiveness as she slowly approaches the cage she was stunning in the light as her red hair confirmed what the Dream Lord already knew. “Hello,” she whispers.

Her voice was the same as her ancestors, gentle and kind. But I knew there was a fierce beast behind her doe eyes.

She steps closer until she stood in front of the circle as she looks the Lord in the eyes, “Dream lord?” she asks. Dream just looks at her, and for some reason, Irene became nervous, speaking to the Endless “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Irene. Irene Addison.” she spoke.

He said nothing as he just nods his head at her, Irene just exhales “Sorry, take no offense my lord, but I didn’t think you existed. I thought you were just a story for children.” she admits.

He tilts his head at her, curious. “I guess, I was afraid to believe you existed because if you did, but everything my grandmother told me… all the tales of my supposed inheritance was true. Which would make sense of why my hair is this color,” she said, lifting a lock of her red hair.

Dream just nods at her, a smile gracing his face. This makes her exhale. “Forgive me for being direct and forward, my Lord and if I cause offense, could you give me a sign,” she asks.

He nods at her once again, “Can you fulfill Roderick’s wish, return his son to him, or is it impossible?” she asks. This surprised him, she was not demanding or requesting. Merely asking a question.

He shook his head. She exhaled, “Thought so. Returning from the dead seems… like breaking a rule, isn’t it?” she said, he nodded at her. Making her nod.

Then she began to pace. “But his second wish for riches, youth, and Immortality. You can’t grant them, can you?” she asks again. Dream looks her dead in the eyes and nods once more.

She scoffs a faint smile on his face, “That’s good, 'cause if you could, I would have some serious issues with that.” she jokes and chuckles softly. Dream just smiles at her. “Sorry, poor attempt at a joke. But it made you smile.” she points out and he flicks his eyes down.

Irene looks down at the circle, feeling that dark humming of the magic that bound Dream to the waking world, now feeling the need to be reckless she took a step forward and reaches out to the circle.

Dream sat straight, watching as she reached for the glass, but something snapped at her, taking a bite from her finger. She gasps and retches her hand. He sat straight as she exhaled, holding her hand close as her finger was cut and bleeding.

Irene flicks her eyes back to Dream as he looks just as surprised, “Okay, tampering with the binding circle is out of the question. Great.” she mutters and looks around the room. “Well, Jessamy and I will have to devise a better plan than simply walking out the front door,” she mutters. Dream snaps his eyes back to her.

“Jessamy?”

A voice echoes in Irene’s mind making her freeze, then she turns back and looks right at the dream lord. “Did you just…?” she asks. He grins at her, impressed her magic was strong enough to form a conversation.

“Your powers are growing, little witch. But yes, I can, in fact, I just choose silence as my answer to Roderick Burgess.”

The hatred venom in the name, slithers down her spine, almost making her shiver but she looks at him. “Jessamy is here and refuses to leave you so I’m helping with the planning to set you free and return you back to the dreaming,” she informs him. He just tilts his head at her again.

“And what would you gain forming freeing me, little witch?”

he asks her, testing her to see of she was just like her ancestors or just like the humans that follow Roderick.

Then it was her turn to tilt her head back at him, “Because what Roderick is doing to you, the Dreaming, and Waking world is wrong. Using you to fill his most selfish desires is wrong, and setting you free feels a whole damn right thing to do.” she answers him.

Dream just looked at her in awe, and held a smile of relief as he lowered his head, feeling that relief wash over him. Irene shot a look back at the gate then turned back to him, brushed back a strain of her hair, and kneels before him. “I swear to you, I will set you free from this prison, I will use every ounce of my strength to see it through,” she answers, making him raise his head and look back at her, the tears were welling up in his eyes.

Watching as she traces to overlapping lines over her chest, “Cross my heart.” she promises and this makes the tears spill from his eyes as he nods at her.

And suddenly, the Lord of Dreams felt less alone than he initially believed.

She truly was a descendant of the bloodline, knowing when a wrong was done and refusing to let it remain.

And many a night, she would come and visit, telling me everything that has been happening beyond my prison, even the fun times she and Jessamy spent together.

And thankfully she warned me of the stranger that came and ensured my stay was a long one, and in return, I told her tales of her ancestors, the bloodline she descendant from.

And many a night, she would visit me, telling me everything happening and keeping tabs on Rodrick and his ongoing.

But had I known it would have led to her tragic and cruel end…

I would have turned her away. I would never have endangered her as I did.

#sandman #Netflexsandman #original character #TVseries #thecomic #fanfiction #dream lord #Morpheus #Dream of the Endless #Sneak Peek

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