#unfinished story

[littler13]

What if…

Fem!Reader (Isabel Magnolia’s sister) x Levi Ackerman in a secret affair.

Not a full day goes by before Levi makes his way into the clinic again, locking the door behind him as soon as he gets in. Like a man on a mission, set on what he wants — the only way he knows how to live, an intensity that consumes you entirely. You turn to look at him from where you’re standing in front of the desk, frowning while he approaches.

“I wasn’t expecting you today,” you’re cut short and breathless when he reaches you, picking you up and landing you on the table in a swift movement. You hear the sound of objects tumbling to the ground, impatient hands moving them away. There’s not even time to giggle before his lips are covering yours, soft and wet and demanding, but you smile against them nevertheless. “What about Furlan and Isabel?”

“I told them I’d meet them at the apartment later, and that I needed to clear my head or another dumb excuse,” he breathes close to your mouth, closed eyes, hiding the heat that lives within them for this short instant.

You nod and sigh, already crumbling under his hands so easily. There are many things you know by now, about his body as well as your own, all the different ways desire and pleasure can be dragged out and brought to completion. Still, there are some things about the nature of this that you can’t quite figure out, which maybe attests to your lack of experience beyond him: are you supposed to feel your pulse quicken from the sight of him only? Sense his presence like a shift in atmosphere, engulfed by the scent of him from afar? Be consumed by the familiar tugging in your lower abdomen and have heat spreading through your center even before his touch has reached you? Could any man make you feel this way, if not Levi?

It’s been months of this, quick escapades between patients and robberies, secret sessions of stolen kisses and undercover sighs. You’re used to his impatience, the urge he has to reach out and touch after days of carefully crafted indifference. He was never one for physical contact, and you suppose you weren’t, either. You wonder why it feels different, now: is this only the effect that life-long deprivation can cause in people? Is that why you feel addicted to it, while he looks restless and even greedy every time you do this? In spite of your own natures, closeness calls to you, as if you’ve only recently found out that you’ve been starving from the lack of it.

Whatever it may be that causes this, you like it. You like it too much , a scorning voice appears to whisper in your ear. Its insistence makes you pull away, also halting his crumpling hands over your shirt at the sides of your body. It’s only then that you’re able to take a good look at his face, the slight furrowing of his forehead that indicates he’s upset about something.

“Elric withdrew from the deal again, the bastard,” he explains before you even ask. “He said it’s become too risky to conduct business with us, because of those idiots from the Military Police that have been on our asses. As if they’ll ever even come close,” he scoffs. While he speaks, your fingers drift from his nape to the sides of his neck, unconsciously trying to soothe him. You think he likes that — one more idiosyncrasy in your arrangement —, but you never really asked.

That’s a big issue, because Elric is an important client with enough purchasing power to push you closer to the surface with each successful business. His withdrawal is a tough setback, and it also means less money to afford the high-end medicines that Yan requires. Levi has every reason to be disappointed.

He leans in again, making his intentions clear. No more talking . This is what he does: he’s upset, he comes here. He’s particularly satisfied about a deal, he comes here. He’s not feeling anything at all, just drifting through the day and trying to find something to take him out of his numbness, his footsteps lead him to this same awaiting place with open arms and legs. This will never not be a mystery to you: why does he do it? Is it boredom, routine, distraction? And why do you keep letting him in? You can pretend not to know the answer to this last question, even though the truth of it has become increasingly hard to ignore.

His kisses become more pressing, hands working to open the buttons of your shirt, lips falling to your neck — good . He mumbles against your skin, finger drifting to draw patterns on the patches of your body he skillfully exposes. There’s a drunkenness to him that only becomes evident in moments such as these, which makes you think he actually likes this as much as you do. There’s lust in his stance, but also care — right?

You sigh and try to keep up, but the rushing thoughts slow your movements. It’s not that you’re starting to question this; it has more to do with the fact that you haven’t questioned this at all, ever since it started. Things just happened and kept on happening, and you told yourself that it was enough to go with the flow, just following wherever it would lead you. You don’t know what changed, exactly, but something seems to have, as the strong pounding of your chest every time he walks in would indicate; or the way you’ve been struggling to keep your hands to yourself in front of Isabel and Furlan, now, having to be extra careful not to let your excitement show when Levi’s fingers graze your skin or when Levi’s eyes flicker across the room to find yours.

“Aren’t you afraid Furlan will figure it out at this rate? He did say he’s onto us,” you recall the vow Furlan swore to see through only yesterday, trying to sound playful, both arms around Levi’s shoulders. Still holding him close in spite of your unexpected, spiraling doubts, legs opening to accommodate his body. He sighs and rests his forehead over your shoulder, leaning both hands on each side of you over the table. Sensing your hesitancy; frustrated about it? He raises his head to look at a spot beyond you, and you want to kiss his cheek. But you refrain yourself from doing it, because that would be purely affectionate, not at all seductive. Would he like it?

“It took months for him to even start suspecting,” he huffs. He seems tired, as the marks under his eyes would suggest. And he came here. Your heart aches inexplicably just from the sight of him, a disgruntling sensation. “At this rate, we’ll find our ways to the surface long before his slow head figures it out”.

And would that be so bad? , you bite your tongue before you say it. Not telling seemed to make sense when this abruptly started. It was never a decision, but something you ended up rolling along with, since it was easier to just keep it between you than to try to explain — hey, we’re casually fucking, is that cool with you?

But time passed — months that seem to hold the same worth of decades. Isabel is not a training girl Levi and Furlan took in anymore, but a steady part of the gang. And you’re not simply Isabel’s sister, but a close addition to the group and a constant part of their plans and ideas. You can’t see yourself parting ways with them, the closest to family you think you’ll ever get. None of you ever dared say the word to each other, almost afraid to jinx it; but it’s true.

So you want to say something about it, but you don’t know what . It’s been a thrilling secret, and maybe you should feel satisfied with that. But you want more , and you’re afraid he’ll keep getting comfortable with less , until whatever this is will just fade into nothing.

“I’m sorry for the deal,” you whisper instead, trying to remind yourself of why he’s here , convince yourself of a satisfying reason. It’s not just sex, but the comfort that exists in it. Deep down, he must know you understand , and that you’re someone he can share his frustrations with — which has happened time and time again, in the form of disgruntled, scattered admissions. You know him, and he knows you; that’s enough, or it has to be.

He doesn’t respond, but his eyes soften, his hand raising to hold your cheek in a way that is almost tender. When he kisses you again, you can feel the vibration of a hum pouring into your tongue, low and sultry, reaching out to spread through your whole body. Languidness takes over the previous rush, your hands bringing his face even closer, wanting to exist in the way your mouths meld together. He bites your bottom lip hard and licks it within a heartbeat, blurring the line between pain and pleasure until you’re unable to tell them apart. Unable to recognize your own voice, needy and breathy, whimpering his name in half agony, half rapture.

His left hand continues to cradle your face affectionately — you can tell yourself that —, tongue meeting yours in a slow dance. Your fingers dig into his hair, then wander down to feel the expanse of his chest, the shape of his muscles, almost cut-open and bleeding from the sharpness they meet in every corner of him. From the ethereal contour of his face to the honed sturdiness of his body, all of him seems to rip you apart and exposed, an incredibly gentle experience in spite of the deadliness. His hands are soft where they touch you, intent and so warm, drifting to rest on your thighs. Kneading, coaxing, thumbs circling the sensitive region of your lap until you’re dizzy and panting with want.

Your shirt is already half open from his previous efforts, enough of your cleavage showing for his eyes to get caught in it, simultaneously glinting and darkening with lust. He kisses his way down your throat and collarbone, his rhythm building into what it was before, desperate and hungry while he ravages your skin and leaves hidden marks on his wake. You almost cry out when his fingers graze your center, at the same time his lips close around your pebbled nipple over your thin undershirt.

So good , you can hear him mutter from time to time, nodding your head in earnest. He’s not much of a talker when you do this, but his occasional words of encouragement and appreciation are enough to make your insides melt. This is good , your mind repeats in a loop, too damn good , your shirt finally falling all the way down from your shoulder while you work to undo the buttons of his, completely intoxicated in him. His scent, the sweep of his tongue against your lips, the flexing of his arms when they pull you impossibly closer. You have all of this memorized by now, even if it feels new in every repetition.

You’re unraveling with every one of his low groans, the spark in his eyes raising too big of a fire that licks you inside and out, an exquisite burning. This is good , and you know him, don’t you? You know the effect he has on your body, the lowness of his voice, the bite of his clever statements as well as the softness hidden behind the harsh way in which he sometimes delivers his words. But you also know why he holds teacups from the top instead of the handle, the story of how hot liquid stained his clothes and scorched his skin when the delicate china snapped, making him too wary to trust it again. You know how he and Furlan met, the kind of childish alliance that only neglected kids can find in each other, growing into an unbreakable fellowship with every passing week, for years, now. You know that he hates his birthday and the way that it coincides with Christmas, reminding him of the kind of homely celebration he will never experience. The smell of death and the ache in his stomach at the small room he was confined to when too little to escape it, as well as the second desertion he was met with in his life when mysterious eyes turned his back on him for the last time.

You bury your head in the crook of his neck and sigh, letting the feeling of his hands on your breasts take over you completely, the familiarity of it all. The dangerous, delicious familiarity.

#levi ackerman #levi x you #levi x reader #levi imagine #underground reader #aot fanfiction #reader is Isabel magnolia’s sister #excerpts #ao3 fanfic #more chapters on ao3 #unfinished story #im on hiatus #all this talk about x reader made me wanna post this #reader discourse #x reader #thug trio

[mrbones61]

(This a stupid idea I came up with so don't mind it lol) pairing for either gender(s) kinda neutral pairing ig(?)(I tried)

Steve x reader(?) Fluff, nothing more

Tw: mention of abuse and cussing (I think that's it)

A/N: (longer then I expected it to be... sry-)

It had been quiet in the small apartment complex, that was until the sound of shouting could be heard, a groan of annoyance escaping a man's lips as this was his one and only true day off, he got up, sliding on a pair of shorts that sat atop the basket of laundry he had yet to fold and put away, walking to the door and opening stepping out as he spotted a few of his neighbors peering out to see what the commotion was, henodded to them before walking out of his room, leaving the door open as an elder woman left her room to stand near his open door so it didn't shut and lock him out even if there was a master key that was left with an attendant he was always easily irritated when being bothered about those things, the man took large strides to where he heard the screaming of a heated argument, the man took notice of the smaller frame of a person, you stood in a defensive posture, hands in fists, as the man got closer he looked to the other voice, a man's voice that is, he was yelling at you, soon he was able to hear the man say "no one will love you like I did! Will treat you like I did! So wear that scarlet letter, no one will love you like I did! Will touch you like I did so good luck finding something better!" Raglan knew it was none of his business but he watched from afar... arms crossed infront of his chest, brows furrowed as he stood there silently watching, he wasn't going to interfere unless things got... physical he kept his distance, taking note of how you stepped back whenever the other man took one step towards you, the man's voice softened but it was laced with malice as he softly spoke "and some day you may find... that picture perfect guy... and I'll chase my words with poison Until that day arrives, and swine take to the sky! Fill your void with open thighs! No one will love you like I did, Will treat you like I did! So go on, wear that scarlet letter! No one will love you like I did! Will touch you like I did! So good luck finding something better! No one will love you like I did! Will treat you like I did! So go on, wear that scarlet letter! No one will love you like I did! Will FUCK you like I did! So good luck finding something better!" He yelled at you as jerked forward grabbing your wrist tightly before the sound of a groan of pain escape the man that held your wrist, the man snapped his head to look at who had grabbed him, looking up and paling, looking up at the man that easily almost towered over him as he quickly let go your wrist as he lookedat the man's hands as he winced, your hands trembled as you quickly moved to hide behind the as he looked at the smaller male "don't think ya should put your hands on an angel like her." His features sharp and dark as he looked down at the man, soon turning his attention to you, his eyes softening and his eyes showed clear worry "you alright sweetie?" He asked you as you looked up at him, tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you softly nodded, he looked to the older woman the man that you hid behind you knew him as being the man that barely spoke to anyone, he secluded himself and made it clear that he didn't want to be noticed as he flew under the radar, your eyes meeting, you struggled to remember his name as you stood there, hands on him and being like a scared or even cornered rabbit, he spoke softly almost in a whisper, loud enough for you to hear him 'go to that older woman and into the room,

she'll stay with you if you ask her to...' he turned his attention to the man, you nodded and glanced to the man that had been your abusive boyfriend, you made quick work on making it to the door where the woman stood, her concern for you as you were in a thin white top and mid thigh and thin shorts that provided you no warmth from the cold building, minutes passed and as you sat on his bed covered by the blankets on the bed with the older woman by your side and holding you close for comfort, you remember the man's name 'Steve Raglan' you thought to yourself, hearing the sounds of barefoot against the hardwood floor of the building before it was followed by the sound of something being dragged, soon Mr. Raglan stepped through the door to his bedroom and dragging the man in and forcing him to his knees as Steve held the man by the hair, something that he'd do to you often when you disobeyed him, now he was getting treated the same way as Mr. Raglan held him still and coldly spoke to the man "go on..." the man, bloody, bruised and clearly having a few tears streaming down his face that mixed with the blood to make it all the more sweeter for you, as your eyes fell upon the mess of what you had thought was a real man, the man looked at you with pleading eyes as he sat on his knees, hands around Raglan's wrist though unable to do anything to the clearly stronger and physically well built man, the crumpled up mess of a man stammering out an apology to you as he sobbed your name and begging for you to forgive him for his actions, that he 'would change this time' those words feeling bittersweet as you looked away from him before he was dragged out of the room and the sound of a thud from within the hallway could be heard before Mr. Raglan came back into the room, thanking the older woman for staying with you while he dealt with that prick, she nodded then left the small apartment room, leaving you alone with the man, who in a since saved you from an abusive lover that would always rope you back in... your body trembled as silent tears fell, you heard the sound of the bed shifting and groaning under the new found weight of the man you barely knew, he did a motion only to stop himself and ask you softly "can I touch you..." you slowly nodded "okay... I'm gonna put my arm around you sweetie" he gently put his arm around you, slowly setting his hand against your upper arm, his touch was gentle despite how rough his calloused hands looked, "I'm gonna pull ya close... okay?" He was being cautious of what he did and making sure that you were comfortable, you gave another soft and slow nod he gently pulled you close to his body, he didn't move you, he wanted you to feel comfortable with everything he was doing and as far as he was concerned, you didn't give him permission to move you, he raised a hand close to your cheek "I'm gonna touch your face, just let me know if you're hurtin' anywhere" he said sofly as you nodded once again, he slowly placed his calloused but warm hand against your cheek, you nearly leaned into it as the warmth of his hand felt nice against your cheek, you could feel yourself slowly start to nod off "sweetie, hey, look at me before you fall asleep" you slowly looked at him, admiring his sharp features in the diming and fading light of the setting sun, "I'll give you an option sweetie... I can stay here with you... or... I can leave the room and sleep out of the couch... this is your choice... remember that sweetie..." you nodded before resting your tired head against his broad chest, you relaxed as you felt the warmth of his body before you softly spoke 's-stay...' you pleaded softly, he nodded "okay... I will... just let me go do a few things then I'll be back" you gave a meek nodded as he walked out of the bedroom and locked his door, turning off lights and grabbing a water from the fridge and some meds if you truly

needed them, but as he walked in, he noticed your trembling form, he slowly walked over to the side of the bed where he would normally lay but seeing as you preoccupied it he gingerly gave you the water after opening it and giving you the meds as he stood there and waited till you were done as he stood there looking at you as he would slowly sit down with a groan as his knees popped some, he looked at you, moving a small strand of hair out of your face "how ya feelin doll?" He asked softly you just shrugged slightly as he nodded and took the bottle and set it on the nightstand with the lid loose on it, he would then get up and walked around the bed to the otherside before sitting down as the bed groaned again against his weight, the sound of russling in the dark could be heard as he got comfortable, he soon relaxed and his breathing was steady and slow, you thinking that Mr. Raglan was asleep rolled over and wrapped your arms gently around you as you laid your head against his back as you soon fell asleep in the early mornings you hadn't realized how close you were to Mr. Raglan's body, he held you close keeping his hands on your mid back, you're breathing calm and steady whilst his breathing was rough and heavy, but the sound of his heart beat was something that seemed to sooth you and keeping a sense of calm over you as you laid there struggling to not fall asleep to the rhythmic pattern of his heart beat.

Inspired by:

#unfinished story #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan #steve raglan x you #SoundCloud

[ktda]

Welcome To This Profile

This is an official page for comic series K.T.D.A

Owned by @arzarck .

Disclaimer

!!!THIS IS CURRENTLY A WORK IN PROGRESS!!!

As production began February 2023, No chapter is being released yet as scripts and references are in the works.

All Updates are going to be posted here.

Information

Tags # K.T.D.A and # K.T.D.A SERIES will be custom tags used to recognize the platform.

WIPs of Comic progress and Character references will be posted here.

Everyone is free to ask questions as the story continues.

Warnings

This story mentions very sensitive or offensive content that may be hurtful to those.

Reminder that none is ever tolerated or glorified.

Summary

A detective attends work as usual, Today seems off. He'd miss his medication, Insulted for his freak out.

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He gets attacked and lands in the hospital, He believes this is the worst thing that's happened to him.

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The thought of almost dying really scared him, But he was mistaken as the doctor treating him is strange, All because HE seems strange.

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One night he hears cries of help, barely, Lying awake in his bed. Alone. Unable to sleep.

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During his 3 day stay at this hospital, He realized there was something much worse to come. It made him even think that perhaps dying was the best thing that could have happened if it meant he would be pricked and prodded like a test subject.

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He would be let go, But never free.

#K.T.D.A #K.T.D.A SERIES #writing #comics #disclaimer #information #story #unfinished story #work in progress #summary

[random-mailbox]

Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 4 - Unfinished Stories

Continuing from last week’s theme of “Sex Positivity,” this week I thought I would cover some of the unfinished fics that I cannot wait to see more of. As a rule of thumb, I don’t read a lot of unfinished stories because I get so caught up in them, I can’t wait to see the next chapter go up. But the ones below have somehow slipped through the cracks and I am a happier person for it. I absolutely understand that there are different circumstances that may have led to these still not being complete, but as a reader, I would selfishly love to even see a picture of a sticky note with some bullet points of where the authors thought the story would be heading. 

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

Companion Preference: Blonde - @wishwars

I think I have had 4 different people tell me that this story needs to be read, even if it is not complete yet. I have loved their other works, so I had relented and checked out this one too. The setup is excellent, and the writing brings the story to life and shows the emotional depth of both main characters in the few chapters we have gotten so far. Hopefully we can see more of it one day.

Phantom - @irritablevowel

I accidentally started reading this story on FFN without realizing it was not complete. What I love about this story is that it takes a trope I have come across before in older fiction but does it infinitely better by showing the emotional impact of the decisions, while keeping all the side characters fully involved in the plot. Chapter 6 ends with a big cliffhanger, so hopefully more will get posted. Or pictures of sticky notes go up, I would be happy with that too 😁

Model for Me - @queenrisa14

FFN actually has more chapters of this story than AO3, probably due to engagement being higher there originally. The story starts with Usagi needing help on her school art project and Motoki roping Mamoru into it instead of doing it himself. As the story continues, we see Mamoru tackle his preconceived notions and insecurities. The last chapter leaves off with Mamoru actually making some progress in understanding and somewhat expressing his feelings.

The Speech Dilemma - @queenrisa14

I actually have two of Queen Risa's stories on my "please let me know how this ends one day!" list and this one is just as compelling. Minako is struggling with her memories and her perception of Mamoru vs his past self of Endymion, as time is quickly running out before his and Usagi's big day. The story feels super close to it's resolution (not just because we are at 4/5 chapters), so hopefully we get to see Minako come to terms with her past and her present in a non-self-destructive way.

When two Worlds Collide - @beej88

This sequel to “A Twist in Time” is only up on FFN. The original story has us following Mamoru as he tries to re-do the events from the first arc with some help from Pluto, while saving his Shitennou. This instalment takes inspiration from the second arc of the original manga, while keeping us in this AU with all the consequences to the character development. Hopefully one day I can convince @beej88 to migrate it to AO3 and maybe have Pluto help fix the events that lead to the crazy cliffhanger we got left on that she technically set in motion to begin with? ❤️

Something Old, Something New - @allyunabridged

This is the fluffiest story on this list and I really hope we get to see the development of Usagi and Mamoru’s relationship in this non-senshi AU with an amazing set-up. The way our main couple is written is softer and similar to their other works (which you should be definitely checking out if you haven't already!)

Anomaly - @angelmoongirl

This was another one of those “I accidentally read this thinking it’s complete, but now I NEED to know how this ends” stories. The story gets pretty far into the plot with its 17 chapters, that it has fully captivated my attention. But I have no idea what is going to happen next and I am very intrigued by it. Hopefully one day we get to learn what’s going on with Usagi, who is this “Anomaly” and when is Mamoru going to come back and help?!

There a lot of other works that have been created or had chapters added in the last 12 months that I am constantly checking for updates on, but I think I might do a post about those at another time.

Here is what you will see for tropes for upcoming weeks that work with the Darker / Halloween-ish themes:

October 10 - Darker Stories or "The Road of Suffering"

October 17 - Wrong Impressions

October 24 - Reveals

October 31 - Halloween

Prior posts: Sex Positivity, Established Relationships, Groundhog Day

#sailor moon #fic list #fanfic #unfinished story

[lyrnred]

When you randomly remember an old story you loved that wasn't finished and reread it hasn't been continued since you last read it 😭

#story #unfinished story #pls i need more #btw @coffehbeans im talking about your story

[girl4music]

God so many…. Theo as a vampire. What Oliver is planning. Margot and Sebastian facing the Legacy Council. Elinor in jail. Juliette going to the darkside. Cal going on a vampire killing spree. Talia and Jack. If I was honest - all of the open-ended plotlines annoy me but I’m gonna have to say the information on how to kill a Legacy Vampire is what I have to absolutely know the canon answer to. Juliette clearly knows and I think there were many hints with her basically saying that Cal would quickly figure it out if she attempted to kill her. Especially that “is my heart safe with you?” line. That to me felt like a huge hint to the audience.

To be perfectly honest - as much as I want a continuation of ‘First Kill’ - I’m not sure it should be in TV show format. The story is written like it’s in book format. The first episode was the short story it’s based on so that obviously would… but even all the other episodes play like extra chapters to it. So I think if we can’t #SaveFirstKill… Victoria and Felicia should continue it on from Season 1 in book format. Take it back to its roots. There’s just too much story left open-ended and too much to be explored that I personally think it would work better in book format than in TV show format. And as much as I love and will miss the cast and their incredible performances as their respective characters - I really think the story of ‘First Kill’ was never meant to be a TV show. This is a story that has to be told through multiple books. It cannot even begin to scratch the surface of its potential in a TV show format. There was just too much to do with it that under so many restrictions and limitations wouldn’t be done. And there is so much interest in the story now so it’s not like a book or multiple books wouldn’t sell. We all want to know what happens. So I think that’s what Victoria and Felicia should do to continue the story and all the open-ended plotlines left from the TV show. Write a book or multiple books. If the story started in book format to begin with, it should return to book format.

And I mean,… let’s be honest - that Pantry Scene was written as if it was a piece of femmeslash fanfiction. So if Victoria and Felicia don’t continue it, you can bet on your life that the fans that write fanfiction will. And I’m not exactly a fanfiction writer veteran but even I would try my hand at writing for ‘First Kill’ given how many ideas and interpretations are crawling around my head that really need to be expressed thoroughly.

#first kill #how to kill a legacy vampire #juliette and calliope #calliette #savefirstkill #v.e. schwab #felicia d henderson #short story #unfinished story #should continue in book format

[weirdozjunkary]

Updated designs for my three special boys, their flags are not final so take it with a grain of salt

The parts that are actually cannon are in the tags

I love them lots :>

#art #doodle #oc #original character #oc reference #original story #unfinished story #wip story #anthro animals #autism #lgbt #homosexual #asexual #aroace #gay #buddy the poodle #cony the rabbit #scout the kangaroo

[unofficialak]

My Play

The screams of soldiers echoed through the halls of the castle, one by one. All the pest of the House Alden, who swore loyalty to them, were now no more.

The Duke should have never put his nose where it does not belong. The long, empty halls of the castle were decorated with the lifeless bodies of servant and Knights.

Their blood painted on the walls and the floors, as their song play for the everyone to hear. To let them know that they will be singing the same song and dancing the same dance.

That no matter what they do, to escape, to fight, it will only play out how I envisioned. The play will continue till all are on the floor, tired, with their eyes closed.

No matter what role you play, be it a tree or a Hero, it will end the same way. Killed and burned, let everyone see the shame of the House.

"Oh! How Sad!" The people will say, out loud or to themselves, feeling pity, sad or happy, or mare maybe a bit of everything, who know.

#writing prompt #original work #unfinished story #death refers to as a play #I can't tag for shit #first post #bad storytelling #bad start to a story #?

[stone-goddess-writing]

guess who’s back writing nonsensical fantasy gay stuff?

it me

#writers on tumblr #writeblr #aspiring writer #my writing #original #fiction #personal #author #creative #own writing #looking for new people to follow #lgbtq #writers on wattpad #unfinished story #my wips #new ideas #i’m back #like #comment #honk #hjonk

[the-singular-peep]

Unfinished WIP #1 -- “Sup Crispy”

This is a collection of my unfinished stories -- a series I like to call “Bessy loses interest too fast to make a good author” 

If anyone sees these and thinks “wow, I want to finish that,” feel free! I’m totally not expecting it, but if someone feels the Inspiration (tm) I just ask that you let me know so I can read it! 

Enjoy <3 

BASIS: Avatar: The Last Airbender 

CHARACTERS: Toph, briefly Zuko

GENRE: Humor

She couldn’t sleep.  

sptltltltl, bWUMmm, sptltltlt.  

The rain outside was ridiculous. Normally Toph loved the rain. She loved the splatters and the coolness it brought with it; she loved the amplification it brought to her senses. When it rained, she saw more -- she heard things better, was able to tell where things were because of the vibrations of rain prattling down. She loved the smell, the deep, musty scent of growth. She loved the calming, cool breeze it brought with it.

However, Toph wasn’t the most giant fan of storms. Sure, rain was cool and all -- but storms? Her senses were trained acutely since her eyes couldn’t seem to do their job, which meant she heard extremely well. And thunder kind-of-totally-completely hurt her ears. They throbbed when the buDWUMmmm noise came crashing down again, and she growled.  

Somehow, she had expected that spending a week in a literal palace would be more comfortable than this.

Suki, Aang, Katara, Sokka and she had all been staying in Ba Singh Se. With the new rule and large population, it was a perfect place to stay, especially since the group was confused on how life should be after the war. It had been three months since the festival, long enough for Iroh’s tea shop to gather booming business and long enough for the group to admit that, when there wasn’t anything to fight, they had no idea what to do with their lives. Zuko was busy with his nation, of course -- he had his path laid out for him perfectly. Katara and Sokka had the option to return home, but they wouldn’t leave the group -- no, the family -- they had gathered over the past year. Suki would return to Kyoshi Island soon enough, but was spending as much time as she could with Sokka and the rest of them as she could. That left Aang and Toph completely confused; completely useless. Aang’s prophecy was fulfilled and his ‘home’ was gone, and Toph had basically been disowned so her’s was, too. They had their real family now, but they had nothing to do. The past few months had been boring; Toph and Aang still trained together, and the group had had some small adventures, but it hadn’t been exciting -- That’s why everyone had been so incredibly hyped to visit Zuko in his home when he invited them. A house warming party, of sorts, as they hadn’t been in the palace since he became Firelord.  

It was exciting to get on the road again, even if that meant leaving the ground for two days, and it was exciting to arrive at the palace that morning, and it was exciting to feel the cool limestone under her toes when she walked into the palace. It was exciting to take the tour of the house, and it was exciting to eat lunch, and go out around the town, and meet Mai formally for dinner, and see Zuko off for an evening political meeting. And it was exciting to be shown to her own room, where she was expected and allowed to mess up the quilts and curl herself into the tightest, warmest little ball of person possible.  

However, it was not exciting for the thunder to mess with her senses at two AM, to the point where she couldn’t focus on remembering the layout of the house. It was even more not exciting to have to pee at two AM, while curled into the tightest, warmest little ball of person possible, with the thunder messing with her senses to where she couldn’t focus on remembering the layout of the house. Even if she could think, she probably wouldn’t remember where the washroom was -- lots of things in the house were a lot more interesting than that, like the literal spa and the throne room.  

Now, though, the washroom seemed like the most interesting place to be. Pulling herself of her little warm ball of person, where she had stayed as long as she could have possibly stood it, Toph flopped onto the ground. She wiggled her toes a little, just to be sure of her surroundings -- the movement allowed her to see just enough to get around the bedpost without slamming her knee into it.  

Thunder boomed as she got to the doorway, and she was kind of scared that if it caught her by surprise next time she’d pee herself right in the middle of the fanciest house this side of the Northern Water Tribe.  

Where to start? Clearly, she couldn’t just see around the palace with her feet like normal -- it was too loud for that, plus the floors were mostly wooden on this level. Sure, there was limestone somewhere in there, but a layer of wood over a layer of insulation made it incredibly fuzzy. Especially with the storm. She took a deep breath, trying to think of where the bathroom had been, but instantly let it out again. Too much pressure on the bladder, she decided -- she had waited much too long to get up and find her way around.  

Oh well, nothing to do now but deal with it. She began her trek, first trying to the left. She could see just enough around her to see if she was going to trip, but that was about all. She held her arms out in front of her so she wouldn’t smack her head into a wall. Her hands found an open door way soon enough, and she carefully moved herself into the room. It felt much too big to be the washroom; she stomped her foot a little and saw absolutely nothing within a ten foot radius. Maybe a storage room? She huffed and turned around, exiting into the hall again.  

How did she think she was going to do this? How in the world would she find anything on her own if she could barely manage to not stub her toe.  

If she was able to think clearly, it would have been fine. She could have figured it out -- she had invented metal bending, for spirits sake! But tonight, when it was cold, loud, and she was very much on the verge of a childish accident, she decided to try and find someone to direct her.  

Her friends -- her family -- were on this floor, but she didn’t know which rooms. If she listened and felt hard enough she could probably find their heartbeats, but the rain pounded like a waterfall outside and she decided she didn’t have time for that. Instead, she just began walking blankly, footfalls hard to see as much as she could.  

Was there even a bathroom on this floor? She didn’t remember. It was probably wherever Zuko slept… which, she realized she didn’t really know where that was.  

Augh! She might as well resign herself to going out in the rain and peeing behind a bush. She was getting desperate at this point, and if it was good enough for Appa, it was good enough for her.  

Deciding she must do what she must do, Toph moved towards what she figured must be the staircase. She could probably make it down without falling. To use her time most effectively as well as keep herself balanced, Toph felt for the first step with her foot before turning around and backing down on all fours. Left foot, right hand, right foot, left hand, she descended the steps quickly like a little gremlin. She was nearing the next level down, the level where the floor was made entirely of limestone, when she heard someone’s throat clearing. Her little bottom was stuck up in the air, one foot to a step and both hands on the step above her, and she froze because she knew that throat clearing. Zuko must have gotten back.  

Wait.  

Was she even wearing pants?!  

Without caring about her precarious perch on the stairs, or, rather, without thinking about it, Toph stood up and slapped her hands to her rear end in a panic, patting to be sure.  

Whew. She was. Her shorts were secure in their position. She, however, was not.

Badump, badump, badump, ba- THUNK. .  

Toph tumbled, tumbled, tumbled all the way down the steps, her back feeling as if it was breaking every time it slammed onto the stairs. Back, then knees, then back again -- man, she would be bruised from this for sure, and she didn’t even have the time to think about bending her way out of it.  

Her head was first to slam onto level ground, followed briefly by the rest of her. So much for the tightest, warmest little ball of person possible. Now she was a sprawled, cold, pile of person lying at the feet of the Fire Lord. Her head reeled from her fall, and honestly she was 100% surprised she hadn’t ended up wetting her pants to top it all off.  

“Sup, Crispy.” She said nonchalantly, sensing that her head was extremely close to his shoes. She clicked her tongue against her teeth and made finger guns at where she thought his face must be. “Where’s your toilet?”  

#thats literally it #man i should've finished it #unfinished story #WIP #abandoned WIP #b writes #bessy writes #fanfiction #atla #Avatar The Last Airbender #avatar toph #earth bender #Bessy Loses Interest

[hplonesomeart]

I went over to another old sketchbook and found EVEN MORE COMICS

I vividly remember making this one! 😭💕

It was a story about me & my friend’s favorite characters interacting with each other and eventually saving the world together. So here we have Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls, Alfur from Hilda, Little Shadow/The Knight from Hollow Knight, and Noisemaster from Cucumber Quest (who was my favorite). Also I remember these comics took me like two weeks to finish lol

#old art #old comics #unfinished story #my comics #my art #crossover #sketches #doodles #noisemater #bill cipher #alfur hilda #the knight hollow knight #hplonesome art

[ewitsdylan]

Unfinished 'IT' Fanfic Outline

Elizabeth had no clue what she had got herself into when she became fast friends with the first few members of the Losers Club.

She had been trying to escape Henry Bowers, because let’s face it, the kid was a menace to society and would grow up to be a serial murderer if he lived that long (she hoped with the entirety of her being that he didn’t live to see adulthood).

Elizabeth stumbled down the hill to the Barens where she saw Ben and Bill helping Eddie with his ‘asthma’ attack.

She rushed towards them and began to explain and they had agreed to help hide her, because she was a mess: the hem of her skirt had a good sized hole in it (big enough for her to step through with one foot), the sleeves of her sweater had been ripped up pretty good too.

They hid her behind a large brush and once Bowers and his gang approached them, asking for her whereabouts, they had lied convincingly enough to throw the bullies off of her trail.

That was the day they became friends without actually speaking any words.

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She had been one of the first girls they’d ever talked to, excluding Beverly and family members, such as their mothers, grandmothers, and aunts.

Elizabeth had told them that she wanted to go by Billie, since it wasn’t as feminine and she didn’t want to be seen as any different from them, because she was a girl. They agreed to call her that and decided to start using two of Richie’s nicknames for Bill (Big Bill or Billiam) since it’d be easier to tell them apart. They still quite often call him Bill, but to confuse them, Elizabeth and Bill both answer 😂

‘Billiam’ was Elizabeth’s favourite nickname for Bill; she thought it was hilarious and every time she heard someone call him that, she immediately started cackling (it didn’t matter who called him that out of the Losers, she always found it hilarious).

#it fanfiction #it stephen king #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #richie tozier #beep beep richie #eddie kaspbrak #stanley uris #It took place in 1958 #child murder #unfinished story

[cialloraptor]

Austerixlas at one day old!

Dragonettes are way more dull in color and their markings are undeveloped. Dragonettes up to age seven act more like dogs, are unable to fly, and have no defined wing or horn shape. The females usually brighten up at around her first heat cycle, males get more bright at around 32 years old, around the time of “puberty.”

Dragonettes are usually fed with soft fruits until they are old enough to catch small prey like mice and rabbits. Because of their lack of defense, they screech like banchees if they’re ever in trouble ^^

Also here’s a link to the story that Aus is from if you’re interested :3 it would help a lot if you’d read it and lmk how I’m doing so far^^

#dragonsona #dimensions #oc artwork #wattpad #original story #unfinished story

[sailor-toni]

You Were Already loved Miles

You can read this on A03, FF.net, or on Wattpad.

NOTICE: This story was never finished and instead I took the idea and created a new story called "How did the Wright Family End up in the Beast’s Castle?" which you can read on A03, FF.net, and on Wattpad.

The castle’s walls screamed around him. It’s agonizing groans echoed through its grand and lavish halls; it had once been a center of both beauty and greed, but were now a monument of its Master’s failure. Its halls joined him in its dust infested rooms. The walls weaving around the towers creating a maze of painful memories, with its cracked portraits and ghostly servants leading one to the castle’s crowning, its single miserable jewel. It's former Master. 

Transformed into a mess of fur and horns, with teeth as sharp as the icy windows of the north, but wearing a visage of horrid death.  The Master now slumped by a series of grand windows and torn moldy curtains. The dark skies hiding his ruined clothes, sagging eyes, and limp limbs.

He watched as the moon made it slow descent across the sky, the clouds carrying it away from sight. A glossy jewel studded mirror hung within his cracked claws. Casting a bright orange light at the monster foot. It's glossy reflection, glazed over with the hazy image of the sun-kissed town, full of average looking people bustling and bustling down the street, as brown clay roofs became sheets of warmth from the morning sun. Laughter and merriment whispered around the mirror's edges. The hazy image fading into a clear reflection. A mess of fur and horns crying into broken hands.

The monster threw the mirror. Its sterling silver case was ever silent, as it floated down and settled on the floor. The sun-kissed town went about its day, like each one before, without a care nor a soul to notice the sinking feeling of one who has been stalked. No. it was like any other day. And like any other day, the Beast sulk to his bed, tears lost in his fur, to his bed letting the broken, melody of his own sobs rock him to sleep. 

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 The Monster woke up hours later, the morning sun blaring through the curtains, blinding him. He tried to ignore it, twisting around in his sheets. There was no use waking up, there was nothing waiting for someone like him. But the day time came to him anyways, in the form of a happy candelabra. Her high pitch voice breaking through to him. 

“Morning Master! how are we today! Doing good, I hope! I had the chef cook up some French toast this morning. Not the most elaborate dish, but I’m sure it’s just a sweet!” her voice chimed like church bells. 

“Go away,” the Master moaned.

“It’s a beautiful day! The birds are singing, the sun is up, and the day is full of potential! Besides Master, it’s not good to be wrapped up in bed all day. Least you get more bed sores.” 

“I said go away. I have no desire to leave my room today.” The candelabra motioned to speak “No! I am not sick! I wish to do nothing today,” he finished.  

“That’s not a healthy tone to take Master. While it may feel safer to stay in bed, it’s not good for one sanity!” her metal foot clanging on the hard floor. “Here let’s open up these curtains and just take a breath of fresh air”

“Athena if you open those windows, I will throw you off the balcony. do not test my patience today.”  The candelabra was quiet, she closed the curtain and ushered the cart of food towards his bed.

“Would you like anything else my master?” 

“No thank you Athena.’

“Of course,” 

She hopped away closing the door behind her. 

Hours later the beast awoke again, his eyes groggy with sleep, his horrifying elongated goat legs stretched out past the end of the bed. He pulled himself up to the cold tray of food, another dish of hot food had been placed next to the soggy french toast, but that too had gone cold. 

Long ago the beast would have tried to shove the food into his mouth using the proper utensils, but this was a fool’s task. Instead he pressed the plate to his mouth and scooped the syrup and toast past his fangs. It was unpleasant, but If he didn’t eat Gumshoe would try to shove himself through the door and scream at him again. The blundering fool, disobeying his orders, marking up the floors with his wooden feet. He was a nightmare to deal with. Miles couldn’t stand that look of pity in his painted eyes.

Moving out of the bed, made his way to the bathroom decorated in the finest polished bronze. The room had begun to turn a nice shade of green from the years of use. He didn’t mind, it wasn’t going to be used for much longer. 

The bathroom mirror, a fine thing that had costed him a great deal of gold, had of course been shattered. He cured himself, his grey hair catching in the reflection.

 Once there was a prince, who was handsome, smart, and ruthless. Ruling his lands with absolute law and order. He once lived in a place made from gold, the walls would gleam like mines in the summer sun. Once there was a prince who had all anyone would want. 

But then the Man came. 

Moving from the fine mosaics of the bathroom the beast return to his bed. The frame broken by his body. The sheets stained and ripped from the terrors. 

The Man came and requested a fine room for the night. His plagued skin and hollow eyes looked up at the prince, a sense of smugness and cruelty skimmed around the corners of his mask, as a single rose was brought forward from his tattered cloak. Their petals were as soft as the greatest silk, its color brighter than any blood. It glowed in its own vanity. 

The Beast tossed in his bed, the memories haunting him like a music box. The same melody playing over and over, trapped, confined, and unrelenting within his own mind.  

The Prince rejected the rose, and rejected the Man. Not once, not twice, but three times. His guards dragged the Man back the winter storm outside. The cold winds lashing around the golden halls, bringing its stinging cold pain to the Prince’s fair skin. 

But, when he reached the door, the Man exploded into a bright purple light, his age, and rags flew off his body, replaced with flowing white robes, and long curly blond hair. His eyes, now full of life, and glowing with energy bore holes into the Prince’s skin. As if the Man could see into the Prince’s very soul. His smile crack along his face in an almost playful. He gave a wave, sending all of the guards to columns that lined the great hall, their bodies melting into the pillars until all the flesh had merged into stone. Leaving behind their screaming faces.  

The memory tasted like dirt in his mouth. The revolting scent of skin blending into stone swirled upon his taste buds and nostrils. Shivers washed upon his skin and a cold came upon him, that penetrated his deep into fur.  

Anyone that tried to stop her, anyone that tried to run, joined the initial guards. The pillars dragging their bodies to them like magnets. His own body refused to move, stuck in that spot. Shaking. Even now he shook. Those who stayed back, and watched as the Man spoke, were given worse fates. Their bodies fusing with objects nearest to them. The prince had never smelled burning hair nor skin before. It was a sensation that made him gag. Even now, as he sat in his bed, he gagged.   

“How cruel you are my Prince.” The Man’s voice cutting through the smoke and screams.  “To toss a poor man out into the cold. I see now that they were right about you.” He flowed like water through the air. His long robes bellowing around him as he, came to him. His feet never touching the ground. His hands lifted his chin, breaking him of his stupor.

“W-what do you-” 

“Silence Miles.” His body rose above him. The golden light of the hall replaced with his own light. “I have never met a man as cruel, as ungrateful, and as horrendous as you are. For you have anything a man could want, and to still be as demonic as you are? How pitiful. For this I will make your outside appearance match your inside.” 

The Monster’s claws dipped into his mattress as the night brought about his mistakes. The memories coming in and out of his thoughts, like music box repeating its short melody. His final words had been burned into his mind, and upon the Monster’s very soul.   “For who could ever love a beast?”

A mirror, this one while glorious in its polished frame, lay broken and shattered at the base of the room. Shreds of canvas joined the shards as several portraits now ruined and torn lay at the Monster’s feet.  Their wooden framed splintered, as through they had been rammed through the mirror.

#tw depression #writing #fanfiction #wrightworth #beauty and the beast AU #ace attorney #miles edgeworth #batb AU #unfinished story #write

[vampyrosa]

I didn't like how the story ended and so I'm rewriting it

#unfinished story #spn fanfic #omega dean

[lambith]

warrior cat stuffz

A mewl escaped from a tiny kitten, searching for its mother. It’s tiny, droopy blue eyes could barely make out any of the surroundings except for the soft leaves underneath it and the brambles above it. The little kit stumbled out of the den, soft, inexperienced paw pads brushing against the forest floor. The lush green grass towered over the youngling, and the rich soil engraved itself into the kit’s belly fur. 

#wc #warrior cats #warriors #kit #kitten #unfinished story #little rambles