The clock never stops, time is going and the tic tac keeps going.
Forever's eyes have started to feel heavy, but he can't close them, Richas is almost there
Tic tac
He hates the clock, he will have to ask Richas if they can get rid of it
Tic tac
His fingers tap on the table, he is getting anxious but everything is fine, Richas probably just got distracted playing with one of his siblings
Tic tac
Time never stops
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in case anyone was wondering, me and the title had the perfect day together.
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Little Jervis drabble I’ve been thinking about under cut
“shhh,” he consoled, the only other sound was your hearts beating. You two had hide in a crack down an alley you two had ran into. You realized the only way you would be able to escape alive was to hide, which was what you were doing. Although closer then you would have liked, you two were safe for the moment.
He looked at you, gently bringing his hand up to brush your hair out of the way of a large cut that had dragged along your cheek down to your neck. Eyebrows furrowed, he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, dabbing at the blood rubbing down your cheek. Unfortunately, it did little to nothing.
“Are you-“ Jervis whispered, “alright”. He spaced out his words, trying to be as quiet as he could.
You nodded, the whimper of pain slips out of your lips a moment later gave you away as a liar. You swore under your breath, wiping it off with your sleeve, desperately trying to stop the dripping blood.
Shuffling through his pockets,he pulled out a bandage, it was way to small, and ended up just being a useless attempt.
The footsteps faded away, you peeked out around the corner, the dark alley empty, except the stray cats and occasional pigeon.
You ushered him out, squeezing your way out from pressed against him, he finally let his chest fall and catch his breath as he looked around. He looked around, glancing up, before pointing.
“Up there..” he mumbled, pointing to a fire escape. “We can stay up there and patch you up, and I’ll call my associates to get us out of this dump,” he spat the last part of his sentence, obviously out of his element with all of the garbage around the two of you.
Hastily, you ran to the ladder, letting him go up first, before going up yourself. You went up a few more layers before finally letting yourself sit and rest. He sat next to you, allowing you to use him as a head rest, not worrying about the boood getting on his suit, it was going to be ruined anyways with all the dirt and god knows what else you all had to hide in.
He pulled out his phone, dialing in a number. He has a quiet conversation with the person on the other end, arranging for someone to pick you two up.
As he hung up on the call and out his phone away he looked at you, massaging his fingers into your side.
“I have my workers picking us up dear, just don’t let them hear. Now, let’s patch you up, dove,”
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I’ve been convinced into writing a full on fanfic I had an idea for, so I guess if anyone wants to see that I’ll have it on my art blog soon?
Anyway so recap: I saw a prompt for a Danny Phantom crossover idea and something about it reminded me of Kingdom Hearts. Now I have a DP fic that starts out with a lot of KH parallels right off the bat because I have problems. Point is, if any of you followed me because of fandom stuff, my side blog is where my art and writing is supposed to go:
I do need to use it more often, but for now I’ll put down the first section of this fic as its own post!
Edit: part 1 of the fic is up now! I’ll add the fandom tags here too!
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Come on, Jonathan, don't you know the good count is a teenager at heart and likes to sneak out the window like any other normal human being? Slavic people like to have fun, too. Ok, crawling down the side of the building is a little...different, but all I'm saying is that your distrust of superstition and not-English behavior has certainly made that old man a monster in your mind. Silly English people.
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My ultimate goal is to learn how to say: "what the fuck do you think you´re doing stupid, can't you see I´m from your side?!?!" in every language.
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I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -
I am fine with "the audience" -
downloading my fics
printing my fics
copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics
sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3
making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss
doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc
I am not fine with "the audience"
doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity
feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever
Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.
Enjoy the fandom things.
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I've seen "I don't know how to play with toys anymore" a few times lately and just wanted to point out-
Playing with toys looks different for everyone, even actual children!
Playing with toys can look like: 🧸🪁🚂
Taking pictures of your toys and writing captions for them
Brushing or grooming soft toys or toys with rooted hair
Ordering or sorting your toys by colour/species etc
Making up stories, poems or comics about your toys
Dressing or accessorising your toys
Imagining your toys talking to you or each other, forming opinions of their own, etc
Drawing your toys
Taking your toys for a walk outside, even in a backpack or pocket if you don't want to carry them openly
Making lists of the toys you have and where you got them etc
Feel free to add your own ideas
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And we’re back in business! It was just a glitch.
Something similar happened on my main some months back too. But my whole account got shut down then for some unknown reason.
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