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[kittyfrisk9]

IdeaDpxDc—There are better ways to meet someone.

Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.

Dead On Main. Soul mates.

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"Exactly... what does this ring do?" The shining ring was still attached to his finger. This wouldn't worry him if it weren't for the fact that, with each passing minute, the ring emitted more light, and that can't be good.

The cult leader refused to speak. He wouldn't even look at him, seeming particularly attentive to the material the floor was made of. Very funny that now he was scared of him when, an hour ago, he was giving a very cliché speech about how humanity was doomed because it would summon the evil of evils.

It wasn't very smart of him to perform his summoning precisely in Gotham City, home of the Dark Knight.

Red Hood was getting impatient. He placed the hand without the ring on his weapon; if words didn't work, a real threat to his life would. And this didn't really break Bruce's 'no killing' rule because the gun was only loaded with rubber bullets. However, just as he was about to advance and shoot the guy, he saw Batman grab the leader's tunic collar and lift him up.

The man, of course, screamed in fear. "Speak, what does that ring do?" No jokes. Batman's voice was deeper than usual, showing that he was upset, no, rather angry.

Or worried, but Jason could never consider that possibility. For the moment, he was only surprised, although it didn't show through his helmet.

"I-I don't know," the leader replied. Poor guy, he seemed about to cry. Batman, not content, tightened his grip even more; he wasn't willing to tolerate a lie this time.

Red Robin raised an eyebrow. "You managed to gather a bunch of magical artifacts for your summoning and you don't know what they do?"

The man looked away. "No..." The rest of the cult members also looked away. Very brave and stupid of them to all agree to lie to the bats. Jason himself wanted to mock them, but the ring kept shining. He couldn't mock when the ring kept shining and he didn't know what it meant.

From the communications, Robin could be heard. "Tt, this wouldn't be happening if Hood hadn't put on the ring." Jason suppressed a growl.

"Kid, I didn't put on the ring. This thing stuck to me the moment I touched it." It was true. In the middle of the operation to stop the ritual, Jason had pulled the ring, which at that moment was a kind of necklace by the chain that ran through it, from a member who was wearing it. The ring in his hand began to glow and suddenly teleported to his ring finger, then stopped shining. It was when everything calmed down that the ring began to release a different, but constant light.

Approximately ten minutes have passed since then, he thought as he looked at the ring, ignoring all the magical stuff; it was actually a very simple ring. Suddenly, the ring began to blink.

Oh, no. That couldn't be good.

Batman, fed up with the leader's silence and his followers, threw the man meters ahead. "Oracle, call Zatanna now, we need more information about the ring," he ordered as he approached the man who was in pain from the fall. The guy, terrified by the violent aura of the Dark Knight, tried to retreat.

Finally, Nightwing stepped between the man and the brutal beating he would receive if he didn't speak.

"It's okay, B, calm down." With his hand on his father's shoulder, Dick tried to ease the atmosphere. "I understand your concern. We are all worried about what the ring might do to Hood. But we can't let fear and anger control us. Hood is important to all of us. He is our brother, your son. We can't lose our cool now. Let's call Wonder Woman. If no one wants to talk, she can help us with the lasso of truth."

Total silence. Jason didn't know what to say; he didn't think his family would react like this over a blinking ring. That is... he doesn't know. Suddenly, the ring's light began to blink faster.

Batman, after Nightwing's words and seeing the change in the ring, understood that he couldn't waste time with someone who wouldn't talk. "You're right, thank you Nightwing." Looking at the others, he said: "We need to act quickly, we don't know the effects the ring might have on Hood. We need to take him to the cave for a thorough analysis, no discussions." The last part he said looking at Jason. "Until then, don't try to take it off or use it."

Jason scoffed, as if he would.

"Oracle, you heard, call Diana. Red Robin and I will take care of the rest of the cult. Nightwing, take Red Hood to the cave." Batman began giving orders as he reached the leader and began dragging him towards the rest of his cult. The leader, in a failed attempt, tried to resist. "Agent A, please prepare a stretcher. Understood?"

Everyone nodded.

On the other hand, the touching speech and the strange family moment of the bats seemed to soften the heart of a girl from the cult, who in a whisper said: "The ring, nothing will happen to him." Although she spoke quietly, everyone present heard her.

The leader, panicking that the information would be revealed, exclaimed: "Catrina, shut up!" However, he was struck by Batman, who was already fed up with the guy.

"What do you have to say about the ring?" he asked.

The woman hesitated to speak. "We thought of using the ring to subdue the king of the dead and make him listen to our orders..." She paused, not knowing how to continue. "There is a real legend about the ring. A long time ago, a witch wanted to know who her soulmate was, so she created the ring. This allows one to be guided to their soulmate through the red thread. I think everyone already knows what the red thread is." Nervous, she looked around. Only Nightwing nodded, and that was enough for her to continue telling. "Well, the witch's red thread connected with a prince. Unfortunately for everyone, the prince was not happy that his soulmate was a witch. So he had her killed." The girl looked at her hands; that part of the story was sad. "The witch was angry, but still wanted her soulmate to accept her, so she rewrote the ring's original purpose. It was no longer something that united you with your soulmate, but now it was something that allowed you to subdue your soulmate... uh, this." She pointed to a book that was lying in a corner. "With another spell, in fact, it can be used to subdue anyone, even a king of the dead."

With the whole story already told, Red Robin asked: "So, what is the ring doing to Red Hood?"

"It's tracking his soulmate. I... didn't get to put the other spell on it. I could only activate the ring's primary function. Your brother will be fine."

That definitely changes things. Jason swore he could hear his heart beating. A soulmate, wow. He admits he's read many romance novels and maybe once dreamed of it, but for it to actually happen, wow.

Suddenly, the ring stopped blinking. Five seconds later, everyone saw a red thread shoot out from the ring's gem. It quickly moved in one direction, went through the wall, and kept going. The process was like a fishing rod when it catches a fish.

"Does this mean it already found its soulmate?" Red Robin asked. Astonished by the red thread, he tried to touch it but his hand went through it; apparently, the thread was intangible to anyone else.

"Yes," the cultist also seemed astonished.

Jason felt a look on him, turned, it was his brother. Oh no, not that look, he knew that smile; Dick would tease him so much in the coming days. For his part, Batman sighed in relief. Well, it wasn't such an extreme danger, but it was still dangerous. "Agent A, cancel the stretcher." He never imagined this would mean a soulmate case. "Oracle, don't cancel the call to Zatanna or Wonder Woman, we need to verify the information. We'll stay here until the police arrive."

How nice it would be if everything ended like that, right? With Dick joking with Jason, Tim analyzing the thread, Barbara laughing at the turn of events, Bruce relieved and Damian surprised. However, one must remember the story.

The witch changed the ring's original purpose. Unexpectedly, the thread began to retract, as if it had caught something. It did so so quickly that Jason grabbed his hand in pain. It was then that everyone had a bad feeling. The wall the thread had previously passed through suddenly exploded, the noise and dust alerting everyone, especially when once the chaos disappeared, something horrific could be seen.

An arm. A fucking arm. Apparently freshly torn from its owner. Oh, no. What did it do to his soulmate?

...

Somewhere else in the world, somewhere in the United States, Danny gasped in pain. What the hell? What was that? Ancients! Where is his arm?

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Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.

Edited on 06/21/2024 - Note two: Thanks to redflagshipwriter, who continued this idea below. And to Sakuravalelp who made me laugh with the complement.

[universetrash]

Please Stay — In which Ororon has a nightmare and their partner helps calm him down.

Content Warning — NATLAN 5.1 ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS; slight OOC Ororon; inaccurate portrayal of PTSD/panic attacks; unedited

Notes — hurt/reverse comfort; slight ooc characters; word count: 900+; Natlan 5.1 Archon Quest Spoilers under the cut, you have been warned.

No- nonono. How did it get this bad? Hundreds- no- thousands of people and saurians were dead. No Ode of Resurrection will bring them back, no prayers to the gods will bring the countless lives that were lost back. 

He’s seen the battle reports. 3782 dead. 4276 active abyssal monsters in Natlan. Ororon is sure there’s more that hasn't been recorded. This wasn’t some disaster, this was war. 

“Shit-” Ororon skidded to a stop, facing the monsters from the Abyss that suddenly came out of nowhere. It was merely a few hilichurls, but it was still something he wasn’t wanting to deal with. Not now. Not when he’s trying to get to the Masters of the Night-Wind’s territory to provide backup. He was quick to finish off the hilichurls in his path, a few scrapes and bruises littered his body. It was nothing compared to what others got. 

It took him around fifteen minutes to get to the tribe, slowing to a stop. The tribe was in utter chaos. Bodies of both the people of Natlan and the monsters of the Abyss littered the ground, blood staining the grass. The air was still and it was so… quiet. Ororon pulled out his bow and had an arrow at the ready as he slowly started to creep through the tribe, ready to take out anything from the Abyss or help any survivors. 

Ororon swallowed hard, trying to ignore the bodies of familiar faces he stepped over as he continued on through the tribe. His bow quickly lowered when his gaze landed on Citlali, who was kneeling on the floor holding onto someone’s body.

“Granny?” Ororon’s voice was quiet as he spoke up, he slowly moved towards the woman. “Granny, are you okay?” 

“Ororon-” Citlali looked up, turning her body towards the man. “I- Y/N-  I tried to stop them. But they wouldn’t listen.” 

Ororon stopped in his tracks, the full picture setting in. There Citlali was, cradling Y/N’s lifeless body. The vision connected to their side was dull and faded. His breath caught in his throat as tears burned his eyes, his bow slipping out of his hands. 

With a gasp, Ororon quickly sat upright in bed, his hands gripping onto the sheets of the bed- desperately trying to ground himself. His heart hammered against his chest, his grip tightening on the sheets, his desperate attempt to just calm down just wasn’t working.Ororon was oblivious to his partner slowly waking up beside him.

Y/N let out a small grumble as they reached up to rub the tiredness out of their eyes. Pulling their hands away from their face, Y/N blinked while they shifted over to face Ororon, half expecting him to be lying down beside them. Y/N’s eyebrows immediately furrowed seeing the state that Ororon was in, they sitting up with a small groan. “Ororon..?” 

Ororon’s head snapped to the side at the sudden call of his name, his breath catching in his throat as he looked at Y/N. The false images of Y/N’s dead body- their lifeless eyes and ghostly pale skin. The panic setting in further as these awful images warped reality. “No- no.” 

Y/N looked at Ororon quietly, trying to read his expression and body language. It was clear as day that he was having some sort of attack and was struggling to ground himself. So with one swift movement, Y/N reached over, turning on the lamp on the bedside table before turning back to Ororon. 

“Hey… hey, you’re okay. You’re safe.” Y/N’s pace was slow as they spoke, their hands moving to take hold of Ororon’s, giving a gentle squeeze once they had a solid grip. “Can you hear me?” 

Y/N paused, waiting for a response from Ororon, only getting a small nod in response along with the grip on their hands tightening. Y/N offered a smile before they continued to speak. “Good… that’s good.” Y/N tighten their own grip on his hands. “I want you to focus on my breathing and try to match it. Do you think you can do that?” 

Ororon glanced down at their joined hands, Y/N’s words were muffled like they were speaking into a pillow across the Stadium of the Sacred Flame. Follow their breathing… he- he could do that. Ororon glanced down at Y/N’s chest and focused on the rising and falling motion, doing his best to calm his near hyperventilating and match their breathing. His eyes eventually closed as he focused on his own steady breathing.

Y/N, noticing Ororon’s panic significantly calming down, slowly went to pull away so they could get him some water. In turn, Ororon’s eyes snapped open when he felt their hands pulling away from his. “No- stay- please.” Y/N’s lips pressed together as their eyebrows furrowed, noting the desperation in his voice and how shaky he was. 

“Okay… I won’t leave.” Y/N moved to sit down next to Ororon again, covering their mouth as they let out a small yawn. They opened their mouth to say something else but stopped once strong arms wrapped around them, Y/N letting out a sigh before wrapping their arms around Ororon’s waist, leaning up and pressing a kiss against his cheek. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

“No… can we just stay like this for a while longer?” Ororon moved, letting his head rest against Y/N’s shoulder, almost hunched over them. 

“Of course we can.” Y/N adjusted their bodies to where their back was against the headboard of the bed as they held Ororon, rubbing small circles against his back and placing small kisses against his head, whispering small words of affirmation to him. Y/N smiled once they noticed Ororon finally fell asleep. 

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@kyana-chan

[moonlovefairy]

I'm in my qimir girl era hyperfixation right now, where's the fanfics of him to feed me??

[katfell]

Unforgiven

“Aziraphale please.”

“Just leave Crowley.”

Aziraphale is back in his bookshop. He put a temporary stop to the Second Coming and he spoke to many, many angels who he feels will have his support when the time comes. He does have an outline of the next steps he needs to take but he’s exhausted and requested a holiday.

“I can do the dance if you want.”

“Crowley,” Aziraphale now looks up at him from where he’s half reclining in a chair, in his favourite cardigan, lights dimmed, bookshop quiet, face in his hands. But he forgot – well not forgot but did not expect the demon come through the door that is always left unlocked for him.

“Crowley, this is not like the other times. I begged, BEGGED you to help me. I was terrified. And it was,” the angel opens his eyes and looks at the demon he loves, regardless, “as awful as I imagined.”

“I didn’t want to be an angel again.”

“And you think I wanted to go back there?!”

“I…”

“No Crowley. I had no choice, and you made yours.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know Mother threw you out. I know you went through a lot, but – so did I. You know, and only you, how I’ve despised them. Do you remember, those times we talked in back in Heaven, after I sought you out again. We’d roam the stars, and I’d tell you about how dangerous it was to try and change things… do you remember?”

“I remember – angel…”

Aziraphale startles at that and Crowley looks stricken.

He continues, “I wanted to make things better…”

“Yes,” Aziraphale cuts in sharply, “and when it didn’t go your way, you became bitter and refused to try again.”

“That’s not true Aziraphale!” Crowley raises his voice, “Who suggested we try and avert Armageddon?”

Aziraphale presses his lips together. “Please do not yell at me.” He sighs. “Yes, I give you that. But did you think it will work? Be honest.”

Crowley says nothing.

“I have to go back soon. I’m fairly certain this will work and Earth will be fine. And a lot of angels happier.” A lot of them, apart from me, Aziraphale thinks.

“You may leave now.”

Someone somewhere on some meta I read said - what if Aziraphale loses his sparkle, what then. Is this what people want from him? To become jaded? Because being silly and kind is stupid? So what if he gets things done but loses who he is?

[writing-what]

Taz Skylar x Reader

I don't feel like there's enough about Taz and this man has me in a choke hold. So here's a Taz fic!

You were a makeup artist on the set of One Piece. You normally did Taz's makeup for Sanji. Today was an early day, hair and makeup followed by a long day of shooting.

Taz walks into the makeup trailer as you're setting your supplies. "Morning love." Taz greets you with a smile. You turn to say good morning and notice he's holding a cup out towards you. You smile and take the cup, it's your go-to order of coffee.

"Taz, you are the actual best." You thank him as you take a sip. "Anything for my favorite makeup artist." He says with a smile as he sits and makes himself comfortable in the chair. You turn back to the counter in front of the chair, you pick up a few things you needed and get to work. You work in comfortable silence for a while, Taz closes his eyes and leans back, letting you work.

"So, what are y'all filming today?" you ask, breaking the silence. He smiles, his eyes remaining closed as you continue to do his makeup. "Just some scenes around the ship and finding the new island. We're supposed to start filming sky island soon." He explains the shoots for the day. It's helpful for you to know so you can touch up his makeup throughout the day.

"Oh sky island! I'm excited to see the sets for that. It's going to be so cool." You say as you finish up his makeup. "Alright, all done! You are now the handsome Sanji." You tease as you step back. Taz opens his eyes and looks up at you. "Thanks for making me so handsome." He stands, stretching his arms above his head. "I'll see you on set, don't miss me too much." He teases with a smirk as he walks away to finish getting changed into Sanjis's costume.

You blush slightly, turning around quickly so he doesn't see before he walks away. You take your time packing some of your makeup supplies and toss it into your bag. You head to set and find a comfy place to sit. You watch them film for a while, Taz performing some excellent fight scenes and Inaki being hilarious as always. You fix Tazs makeup throughout the day as the film.

When they wrap up filming Taz comes over. "Hey! Some of us are going out tonight, just for some fun. I thought it'd be extra fun if you were there." He looks at you with a smile and you feel butterflies in your chest for a moment before responding. "Ya I'd love to! I'll go home and change and meet y'all there. Here hold on." You take his hand and a pen out of your bag, you proceed to write your number on his hand. "There, text me when Y'all head that way!"

He smiles and lets his hand linger in yours for a moment before pulling it away to look at your number scribbled on the back. "Cool, I'm excited your going. See you there!" He gives you a small wave before walking to his trailer to get out of his Sanji costume.

You head back to your place to get ready to hang out with everyone. You have a feeling tonight is going to be fun and that maybe something special might happen.

[carson404]

So I was thinking about Gerry Keay,again,anyways I was thinking if he ever got to celebrate anything? I doubt he got to wake up early in the morning on Christmas day as a child and have gifts because his mother would not put them underneath the tree(would they even have a tree?),or Easter I doubt Mary would take the time to make an Easter basket or Halloween I doubt he could go Trick-or-treating as a kid because he was either to busy hunting Leitners or he was to tired from hunting them,or Thanksgiving he didn't really have anything to celebrate it with besides Mary and I don't think she'd be nice enough to sit down and have a full meal with Gerry , or his Birthday I doubt he could really celebrate that either when he was a kid because he didn't have anyone to celebrate with or again he was busy hunting Leitners and doing things for his mom or he was to tired from doing those things

[jacksonleavesthe0nly138472]

sleepyhead

Pov: Ford

Fidds and me shut down the portal, he explained to me that I had a terrible head injury that must be why I don't remember anything. We were walking to the bedroom I notice that here is a weird number of triangles in the house, so I ask why, he said that he really didn't know why he loved triangles so much.

Suddenly we stop at the bed room he explained "okay ford here is only one bedroom in the house, which means one of us has to sleep on the couch" I look at him confused "oh wouldn't I have an apartment or house somewhere?" He took a minute to respond "Um your head injury is really bad, not bad enough to go to the doctors but I advice you to stay" okay that made sense, I got a strange thought in my head, for some reason made my head feel heated "you know it could be a good idea if, you and I sleep in the same bed, you could watch over me if my head injury becomes a problem"

His face went a dark red "well Stanford I think that's an brilliant idea" I love it when he says my name.

We're in bed together, is it a normal thing for two friends to sleep in the same bed, now that I'm thinking it over, actually have a crush on Fiddleford, I mean it makes sense why I feel all hot when it's winter, and how want him as close as physically possible to me. That makes me think, have I told him of this before, and was he not interested in me. Tomorrow I will ask him this and many more questions.

Finally I went to sleep instead of over thinking about our relationship, it was quite a weird dream, I was in a place were there was books and papers floating everywhere, in the hole place was scattered with stars and math equations in the background. Randomly a triangle popped out of nowhere, he looked very dapper with his bow tie and top hat.

"Hey ya sixer how's the portal going" what the heck the weird triangle thing can speak? "Oh hi dapper trian" he rudely interrupted me "MY NAME IS BILL, you idiots" "jess I didn't know your name before and before you rudely interrupted me, I was going to" again HE INTERRUPTED ME "what the hell IQ, you KNOWN me for years, are you playing a stupid game on ME" jessus this triangle man is so rude "no I AM NOT PLAYING A GAME, if you'd just let me talk, maybe you won't be so confused" "okay then talk Fordy, because this is really frustrating you know" I pause for moment than starting talking "so to put it briefly, I suffered a head injury and now I have amnesia and can't remember anything"

Instead of been understanding this bill character, he literally turned red when he got angry and thrown an temper tantrum. "WHERE THE EVER LIVING HELL IS ALL YOUR MEMORIES" I round my eyes "it's not like I just told you" predictably got more frustrated "IF YOU GOT AMNESIA YOU WOULD STILL HAVE ALL YOUR MEMORIES" I was about to say something but than he just disappeared.

Woke up with me laying on Fidds chest, don't know how I got in this position but I don't care it's nice, especially after that annoying dream guy. Gosh I'm so lucky that I forgot about that guy, the fact that I knew that man before must be annoyance to my past self. I know Fidds like triangles but he can't like this guy, plus he's not even real, what is 'bill the triangle guy' going to do if I talk trash about him. Was kind of sad that Fiddleford woke up he looks so cute asleep, "hey ya Ford we got a busy day today, haven't we, got to dismantle the portal and than get your memories back"

Oh forgot that "alright, business is good, keeps the mind busy hahahah" Fidds looks at me in a compassionate manner "gosh somethings never change" if that was someone else saying that I would of thought it was a rude remark. "Hey um I have something to tell you before we get started" he looked a bit irritated now "yes ford what is it" "well I know this is going to sound weird, but I saw a triangle named Bill in my dreams" okay now I'm thinking it over it was a stupid idea to bring it. He just looks so annoyed now "REALLY STANFORD, I thought that you would know that dreams can be weird, and WHY WOULD I NEED TO KNOW THIS?"

I felt like a complete idiot now "sorry I shouldn't of said anything, let's just get back what we were doing"

Note: did a quick drawing, I want you guys opinion on me doing a drawing on most chapters, should I do it no or yes

[solsticeswackstuff]

Field Hockey!Angela Thoughts

Hey! So this a few drabbles I wrote about Field Hockey!Angela. If you don’t know what field hockey is it is very similar to regular hockey, but on grass, and if you don’t know hockey- how I typically describe it as soccer with sticks! Keep in mind I wrote this all very quickly lol :). Also if you know me IRL if you could not read this, that would be appreciated!

- On the field, Angela is incredibly competitive and aggressive, but, off the field, she shows more of her kind and thoughtful side. She would often bring snacks for everyone after games. - During team bonding activities, Angela always sticks to your side. At team movie nights, she makes it a point to sit as close to you as possible, it often leads to good-natured teasing from your teammates, which makes both of you blush. - In a practice match with Angela, she stole the ball and made a run toward the goal, but you obstructed her path, determined to regain possession, resulting in a full-on tackle that sent both of you tumbling. As you lay on the ground, you locked eyes until you were instructed to stand up. - During a game, your teammate accidentally drives the ball into your face. Angela quickly rushes over to check on you, grabbing your chin, examining your face, and observing the bruise forming on your forehead with wide eyes full of worry. She then kisses it carefully and dashes back to her position to continue playing. - At practice, it's required to wear a jersey with dark and light sides. One day, during a scrimmage, you and Angela end up on opposite teams, so you have to switch sides. While changing jerseys, Angela openly stares at you and gives you a playful smile and a wink when you make eye contact. For the rest of practice, she is glued to your side, often whispering little jokes into your ears. - During team scrimmage, Angela usually plays all out, but one day she is playing extra aggressively with you, marking you closely and challenging you whenever she can. You can't help but notice her constant glances and smirks every time she successfully defends against your plays. After beating you, Angela runs ahead but occasionally looks back to see if you are keeping up with her. From that practice Angela only chooses you for 1v1s, realizing how much fun you are to play with.

[timelordian-disaster-126]

My silly little head has been wanting to write this Doctor who Fanfic with the 5th Doctor, Nyssa, Tegan, and Turlough that involves a lot of cool fantasy aspects, kinda like LOTR mixed with more Celtic Mythology vibes, but I'm struggling to even come up with the first sentence to start it but my God the world building in my head is insane right now. 😅 all I have to show rn of this world is this one scene I drew a couple of months back. :')

[viillustrations]

So, I started drawing January last year right

And that's also when I made my OC Vaelyn though he was my Sona back then

After I didn't use her as my Sona anymore I just kinda stopped drawing her. Not that I didn't want to! I just didn't really know what to do with him anymore.

However, yesterday, after a year, I have finally finished redesigning him! and I now also have quite a few ideas for him hehe

So! Here is the boy

I don't have his story written out yet but I do have some ideas!

In this world, or on his planet at least, every being has magic in itself. Magic energy works similarly to how cells do, meaning they are able to regenerate themselves to a certain extent but slow down the process as one gets older. Visualized, this energy is a yellow glowing substance that may look like liquid but acts more like dense smoke.

Some beings are able to utilize the energy within them to use it for, well, magic! This is however more or less random, kinda like a genetic mutation (autosomal recessive). Which basically means that if both parents have it the child is guaranteed to also have it and the chances will otherwise depend on whether or not the parents are conductors of the gene or not.

Vaelyn was believed not to have the gene as he had never been able to utilize magic at will. His parents never minded though. He was one of the younger siblings of four and was not expected to go into the battlefield so it really didn't matter. As he Prince, he was of course still kept busy at all times, though he does enjoy dancing whenever he had the time.

When she was around 25 years old she fell in love with one of the merfolk (don't have a name for them yet) who was the son of the royal family of the kingdom of the oceans (which I also don't have a name for yet). His kingdom and Vaelyns have had a rocky relationship for a while and there was quite a lot of discrimination against each other from both sides. Vaelyns parents weren't too thrilled about the news at first but after a few conversations he managed to convince them to at least give his love a chance.

Unbeknownst to them, his partners parents weren't about to put their differences aside for their relationship. Through a lot of manipulation and unfortunate coincidences, they managed to convince their son that Vaelyn was tricking him, deceiving him.

On a fateful evening, when Vaelyn and his boyfriend had spend time laying on the grass in the sun and picking flowers, he snapped. Angry at Vaelyn for lying so openly and still daring to look at him with those loving eyes, he snapped.

I will not be describing how he killed him but let's say he's the reason Vaelyns eyes are the way they are.

In a twist of fate however it turned out that Vaelyn was infact not magic-less. His ability simply hadn't had any noticable effect before.

The prince laid on the grass, breath shallow and pain dwindling as he slipped from life's grasp and felt death welcoming him. The plants around his limp body slowly started wilting away, being drained of their life force. Days passed. His family had found him not long after he had embraced the darkness and were now mourning him. His mother cried the loudest. He could still hear her, though it sounded muffled and distant. Mysteriously, whatever flowers the family tried to ornate his deathbed with would die within seconds until at night, a few days later, Vaelyn opened his hollow, now glowing eyes again.

Aka. He is able to absorb magical essence, or life force as I've referred to it, from things around him. This results in him being in a certain "revived" state, though the only thing keeping him functioning and conscious is the energy that he is constantly absorbing. He no longer bleeds, his ability to physically feel has been numbed and he no longer requires food or sleep. At the same time, not being able to generate magic energy himself anymore leaves him feeling exhausted and weak most of the time and he might occasionally pass out for a few days if he doesn't absorb enough.

I'm not a writer y'all so sorry if this is bad TvT

Also, on a side note, I feel like I'm incapable of making female characters ._.

Like, I have one girl OC and she's a child. The rest are all either pretty guys or pretty queers 😔

[paper-entusiaster]

If Shrike is a prince, does that mean Beebs is his knight bodyguard or just his commoner friend from the village?

Me gustó tu Shrike principe se ve chido 👌✨

I think he would be his bodyguard/knight in both versions of the au that I have in mind

[randompuff]

i was trying to just write a little bit of angst but it spiraled out of control now there's a whole bullshitted backstory, bad reasons why they sing, species changes, subplot about eating cockroaches with ice cream (it was a whole thing with getting the roaches, they decided to start breeding them so they bought some, though idk why they didn't just buy enough to eat, and then bought a ton of eggs for the cartons to store the roaches in, which resulted in them making a ton of egg tarts to use the eggs and having to buy sugar and milk and stuff, and grew their roach colony), too many excuses for someone being rich, and a lot of disturbing fluff. i have no idea where on earth my original idea will fit in but oh well

(and yes it's eremin no don't ask about the roaches)

[merlinthewizardcat07]

Which Fic Idea Should I Pursue

The only way I will get anything done is if someone tells me to, and then continues to harass me about it. I have a slew of fic ideas but have not started any of them, so let me have the 2 people who will see this post decide:

Gravity Falls Harry Potter AU:

The younger twins are just entering their first year, while Stan and Ford are in their 3rd--5th year. Very little HP characters, but lots of GF ones! Instead of fighting Voldemort, Bill Cipher is a being which can occasionally possess people, and his main puppet, a one-eyed stout man with teeth problems who has always sought to corrupt the school system as Bill's first step of having people worship him, has come out of hiding. And because magic exists, I've made twin telepathy a totally real thing that can happen and just runs in the Pines family. How will Ford deal with the temptation of power? When Stan accidentally ruins his brother's big project, will they stay together? How will Dipper and Mabel navigate the magical world after only living as muggles, and learn their strengths and weaknesses? Find out when I write the damn thing!

Good Witch x Stargirl

I love Stargirl so so much, and I was devastated when it was removed from D+. I think it could be super fun and have lots of heartfelt moments if Stargirl wandered in her van working randoms jobs trying to find herself until she stumbled upon the strangely magical town on Middleton. Her and Cassie would be an amazing duo, possibly working at Bell, Book & Candle together. They both have their own "magic" too, so it would be cool if she had a mentor for it.

The Good Place

I think it would be cool to look at the show from the perspective of one of the demons--not quite like a Screwtape Letters type thing, but just how that growth might be as the whole afterlife changed. How Michael showed all the demons a different path, and how everyone can change. The demon and Tahani will be lesbian platonic partners because I say so. I may also want to dump the philosophy info I learned from when I was in my Good Place phase and read some intro books for it.

Daredevil

I like him a lot, and would like to contribute to the many fics of him interacting with some Avengers/other characters. Also MattFoggy, ofc. I want to see what happens when he interacts with Moon Knight too, cause he's my fav and I think it would be cool if Matt could tell which personality he is just by the way he moves and stuff.

Don't be scared to ask questions or expand something!

Warm Regards,

Samuel

[daylilifiedsundrewdrops]

Roman - AKA just snippets about his childhood.

Love writing when I don't know how to 💜

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Roman always felt out of place standing next to his family. Really out of place.

There wasn't any conceivable reason as to why, at least not any he knew about, he just felt off somehow. His mother didn't act like she wanted or liked him, often leaving their maids to attend to him instead.

Roman still tried to be a good child though. If not for his mother's happiness then for his father's. Compared to her, he always seemed more attentive and caring to him.

Even then, his father was always busy.

Not to mention how his parents fought often, and whenever he'd hear glimpses of their conversations it usually was about him. No, scratch that, it was always about Roman.

Tonight seems no different.

The house is large yet the child can still hear the yelling downstairs. The floors and walls did no good to muffle the loud voices. It's too loud. Normally he'd resort to distracting himself with his toys but for now even that has failed.

He couldn't sleep with such noise.

Maybe if he hid somewhere else. Hopefully his parents are distracted enough not to notice him slip out of his bedroom.

He grabbed his coloring book and markers from the ground and opened his door, still having to tip-toe up just to reach the knob. The floors creak where-ever he walks, it's too loud.

A servant told him that the floors weren't supposed to creak due to the fact it was marble but for some reason, Roman always felt like it did.

The ugly white halls blind even his vision in the dark. Each steps he make on the cold floor feels too loud. But his parents don't hear him.

Roman passed by a certain door and took a pause. His little sister's room.

The boy could never understand how she could sleep so peacefully with all the arguing going on down there and her toddler craze. Sometimes it made him envious how happy she seemed.

She also made him feel so out of place.

At first and second glance, one wouldn't even be able to tell that they were siblings if not already knowing them by their family name.

Why did they look so different anyway? Hm.

He snapped himself out of that thought process and silently started to walk again. Roman walked down the spiral staircase of the foyer.

The chandeliers and lights are off. It's dark.

He just lets the noise guide him.

By now he can hear what his parents are arguing about. To no surprise, it's about him. He instinctively gripped his coloring book tighter.

Roman doesn't understand why his mother hates him so much, to the point of saying that he wasn't even her child. Sure, he doesn't look like her, but...

He walks away. The yells are too loud. He doesn't understand what they're talking about. He doesn't want to understand.

The house is large, yet he'd made sure to memorize it when he was five years-old because he kept getting lost.

Under a staircase leading to another corridor, is a compartment, just large enough to fit his small body in. It's far enough that it blocks out all the noise.

Roman still had to suck his tummy in every time he entered, but he doesn't mind. As long as he had something to keep him calm.

The coloring book is already mostly finished. Just a few more pages.

So he gets to work.

....

Ah, one of his coloring pencils broke.

He groans in discontent and stares at the pencil, just realizing he didn't have a sharpener with him.

Although, his parents already stopped arguing. Maybe he can go back to his bedroom and finish coloring tomorrow. It was a weekend so the boy didn't have any school anyway.

...

His steps feel too loud.

"Roman?"

He freezes up. It wasn't the voice of his father, it's his mother standing behind him.

She was a beautiful young lady, sometimes Roman wished he looked like her.

He didn't. Not a single feature of his matched hers. He didn't have the long black hair she does, cascading down her shoulders. He doesn't have her sharp hazel eyes, down-turned as if she was upset all the time. Not a single hint of her figure nor her pale skin.

"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be asleep."

Roman turned around, looking up to meet his mother's gaze. He hugged his coloring supplies to his chest. "A-ah, hi mother..."

The woman sighed. Was she annoyed with him? He hoped not.

"Here, darling. Let's go upstairs, okay?" She reached out her hand for him to take.

Roman doesn't like getting touched. It makes him feel off. He still holds her hand anyway.

It feels quiet and loud at the same time. But his mother ended up breaking the silence.

"I'm going to give you something to help you sleep, alright? You're up all the time and I'm worried you're not getting enough rest."

"It's just so loud."

"Everything is loud to you. It's just you."

Was she mad at him?

She ushered him inside when they reached his bedroom. And he sat down at the edge of his bed, watching her take something out.

It... looked like some kind of small, colorful orange jar. His mother took out a dark colored pill from it.

"This is a sleeping pill. Your mother—me—takes this when she can't sleep. It will help you sleep, just don't take one everyday, okay?"

He nods.

"It's chewable, you won't need to drink it. I'll tuck you in and you'll be right off to bed."

It looked like candy.

...

He almost spit it out. It's so bitter. But that would be improper to do right now. So he swallowed it quickly instead.

The effect doesn't hit him instantly. It takes a few moments before he felt sleepy.

And when he does, his mother lays him down and pulls the comforters over his shoulders. She leans down and presses a kiss against his forehead before leaving the bedroom.

....

He thinks that's where his obsession with stealing pills from the lavatory came from.

It made him feel better for a while.

[trekkiesagainstchastity]

It doesn't matter if that fic has been in your drafts for years and is now self-indulgent to the point of parody. If Steven Moffatt is allowed to do it professionally, you are allowed to do it for fun.

[humanjarvis]

zayne edges you the first time he tastes you.

it's not on purpose. it’s just, in all his years in the OR, he's never heard noises quite like this.

the swishes of his tongue around your dripping wet heat. the pop of his mouth teasing your puffy clit. the sultry, silken sighs that escape your lips. 

they’re lewd. all-consuming.

and to be the cause of them…

it makes him a little bit shy.

he can’t keep his pace like this. each time you near your peak, the sounds crescendo, and he’s too flustered to take you over the edge. his movements slow, his licks slacken, and he’s a mumbling mess between your thighs—whispering his disbelief, his luck, his gratitude. he starts and stops and starts again, prolonging your pleasure without even meaning to. 

by the time you start begging, he thinks he’s hurt you somehow—until your fingers tangle in his hair and hold him close to your core, preventing any more pauses. he adds another sound to the mix—a sheepish apology against your slick skin—before finally finishing what he started, only pulling away when your release coats his rosy pink cheeks.