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I do not AI WRITE, I do not AI DRAW, I do not listen to AI MUSIC and if it isn’t created by someone IT IS NOT ART.
#anti ai#anti ai scraping#anti ai art#anti ai writing#anti ai music#anti ai generated content#fuck ai#ai is bad#ai bad#ather reblogs
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Two bots stood in the same room. Two sets of twins stared at one another as they tried to process why they were there. It didn’t take them long to figure out how similar they were, and from that to figure out both had gone through the same event. There was truly only one difference between them.
One was alive.
The other was dead.
Any amicable behavior from the ghost dropped at that revelation. They regarded the living twins coldly, static-filled voice laced with venom when addressing them.
The living twins were left confused, on many more ways than one. They understood how close they had come to die, yet hadn’t thought they’d become a spirit in a world where they did. Moreover, they couldn’t understand why the ghost seemed so resentful.
“We still feel the pain at times,” the younger of the two tried explaining, “on top of the storms of feelings pouring down whenever we so much as think of what happened back then,” they crossed their arms with a frown.
The ghost scoffed and rolled their eye, looking disdainfully at the other, “and you think we don’t?”
The living twins looked to the side. The ghost scoffed once more.
“so focused on every negative, you fail to see the good you have”
The living bot turned to glare at the ghost, “Oh we’ve tried seeing the good, but every time something comes up reminding us of how utterly useless we are,” they rolled their eyes, “what good is it to be left alive when we can’t even feel as if we are”
“boo hoo poor you,” the ghost fake cried before sneering, “why don’t you go to your dear friend for support then?”
The living twins snapped their eyes towards the other, “We aren’t—,“ they hesitated, “we- he doesn’t—,“ they looked away and to the floor, “I… I don’t—“
“don’t want to bother him?” the ghost said in a mockingly sweet tone, “don’t want to rely on him too much? don’t want to seem weak to someone who’s seen you at your lowest already?!”
The air turned colder and colder as the ghost went on, freezing rage increasing more and more with their every word
“That’s the thing! you think you have it so bad, well at least you got to meet the one who saved you, you got to feel the warmth and care he gave, you got to have a chance to figure out who you are— YOU GOT TO LIVE AND WHAT DO WE GET?!”
The ghost’s voice box crackled loudly, cutting off with a painful pop. They grit their teeth in pain as one of their hands reached for their chest.
No one present said anything for a few minutes, living twins holding onto their sleeves tensely, the ghost staring at the floor with a defeated expression.
“i can’t speak to him,” the ghost started, voice even weaker than before, “i can’t reach him, i can’t see him,” they almost sobbed as they held their claws together, “i can’t feel him”
The living twin’s face fell as they understood the other’s words, horror replacing the tense expression from before as they both wrapped their arms around themselves.
The ghost held their claws up to their chest, “everything hurts all the time, every movement, every word, every memory,” they shook their head lightly, “it burns but it’s… cold, so so cold”
The ghost let their claws fall to their sides, looking despairingly at the floor, “and sol… he thought we weren’t real, just some hallucination, we tried- tried so many times but—“ they cut themselves off shaking their head as dark liquid ran down their eyes.
“I’m sorry,” the living twins breathed out.
“we know you are,” the ghost whispered, bitterness coating the words.
Neither said a thing for a while, until the living twins could find some semblance of apology to give their counterpart.
The ghost could see the intention in the other’s expression, even with no words spoken between them, “you want to do something for us?”
The living twins startled, turning to look at the other, and nodded hesitantly, “It’s the least we could do”
The ghost looked at them and sighed, tilting their head as they gave them a stern look
“then live”
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Bloodmoon woke up with a start, barely avoiding hitting their head with a branch overhead. Looking around themselves they saw the familiar campsite and forestry they had been around of for the last few weeks, and looking next to themselves they saw the makeshift nest they had set up with the extra blankets and string lights the old man had given them.
They blinked, bringing a hand to rub at their eyes as they tried to recall what nightmare had woken them up this time. A black-strained silhouette, cold air, and some nasty feelings was all they could recall.
Bloody huffed, leaning back onto the nest and looking at the leaves of the tree, taking note of a few stars shining up in the sky. They contemplated whether they should try to sleep or do something else, on one hand not wanting to get up and on the other not wanting to take the risk of dreaming of anything worse.
A nagging thought prodded at them from the back of their mind, though they dismissed it as soon as it fully took form. Why should they bother to see if he’s awake? He probably had better things to do than chat with them
They frowned, an odd feeling pressing on their chest.
then live
In hindsight… maybe it wouldn’t be bad to check if he’s awake. It would be the least they could do after all
#drabble#writings#sams au#bloodmoon au#sams bloodmoon#tsams bloodmoon#quiet throes variants#agony ghost!bloodmoon#quiet throes in pooling oil#au crossover#ather reblogs#oh my goodness the boys#The boys-
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I know very few writers over here on Tumblr
@pillowspace @snowe-zolynn-rogers @bipolar-sad-and-ready-to-cry @achickennamedcheese @raye-6-art @sen-sational & h already tagged me.
I love the work all of you guys do. 10 out of 10 stuff.
reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them
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my drafts keep growing…
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The Dark Lord loves Lasagna @atherflame-theconcubus
Today was fairly normal.
Ray woke up to the sun peaking through his curtains and hitting him directly in the eyes. He was thinking of blocking out his windows completely at that moment, but the sun was the only thing that could get him up and out of his bed. Begrudgingly, Ray pulled himself off of the warm and toasty paradise that was his bed and got up to empty himself of last night’s countless water bottles, which lay scattered along his desk.
Last night, Ray attempted to recreate his mother’s lasagna recipe, only for the fire gremlin in his stove to start throwing a tantrum because it hated tomatoes. After many an hour negotiating and having to defend against the fire gremlin’s various forms of what Ray dubbed “tantrum spells”, Ray was completely depleted and dehydrated. In the end, Ray never did get his lasagna, so he was going to try to make the lasagna again today! Besides, other than the fire gremlin burning down his apartment, what’s the worst that could happen?
Meanwhile, just on the other side of the city, past the gates of the Commona, someone else was making preparations to go out today. A certain person known by the moniker of “The Dark Lord”. His name is feared all across the land, a man who is even more ruthless than his predecessor, never allowing even a single bright spot into his kingdom of darkness and night!
Well, that was until today.
Ray slipped on his sandals and stuffed his wallet into his pocket before opening the door, stepping back, stepping back further, and then rushing out of his front door and jumping over the safety rail. Would his home now be open to intruders? Not if the fire-gremlin had anything to say about it! Ray really did owe that gremlin one. As Ray thought on the fire-gremlin, he also felt his feet thud and slide and kick against various slopes and loose bricks across the apartment building, his arms occasionally lifting up to keep his balance. How would Ray be able to subdue the fire gremlin this time? Even if they did cooperate, their pettiness would probably cause them to burn the lasagna so badly you’d mistake it for a rock in hell. That little gremlin had done more for Ray than Ray’s previous roommate had done for him, so he wasn’t gonna get a limiter! This was hard… maybe he should focus on getting the ingredients first. As he concluded his thoughts, Ray’s feet finally met the ground, and he arrived at the back of the apartment building.
From there, Ray simply walked through the concerning but conveniently large gap between the apartment building and the building next to it and made it out onto the sidewalk. While a multitude of people would walk and pass Ray left and right, there were only five or six passenger vehicles going through the crowd. The nearly overwhelming combined noise of people talking and eating and yelling and performing magic acts on the streets was easily, if not too easily, blocked out by Ray as he took out his ShellPhone and brought up his grocery list. Ray was usually able to block out the noise of the city, but for some reason, it was just so noisy today. As Ray walked closer and closer to the grocery store, the number of feet running across the sidewalk and roads increased, and the number of mothers screaming and street performers packing up became more prevalent. But still, Ray just focused on his list, despite the many people running past him and the symphony of yelling and panicked screaming. Ray never had the best memory, so he always had to keep a list of things and a schedule just to get anything done in a reasonable amount of time. Ray continued to look over his list, trying to think of anything he may have forgotten to add to it, and he would have continued looking over his list if he hadn’t suddenly felt his forehead bounce off someone he ran into.
“Shit- sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Ray quickly stuffed his phone back into his sweater pocket, looking up at the man he bumped into and being… well, surprised.
The stranger was tall, with black hair that flowed in swoops along his shoulders and eyes that made Ray question if they were wearing purple contact lenses. To be honest, Ray almost thought the man in front of him was a really tall gal until he got a look at their face. Of course, you can never be too sure, but still!
“Really? A sorry barely scratches the bare minimum of what you should be doing, mortal.” The stranger’s voice sounded as clear as day, but in his case, it sounded as clear as night. Ray internally cringed when the stranger called him a mortal. What was this, a bad romance comic?
“Yeah uh… I didn’t hurt you at all, did I?” Ray’s eyes wandered, well, more like searched all over the place to see any scratches he may have caused, but that only seemed to annoy the stranger further.
“Do you not know who I am? I, The Dark Lord Raven?”
“Sorry man, I don’t watch much anime.”
“I-... what?”
“Look, I don’t know who this Raven guy is, but they seem like a cool character. I admire the costume, it looks really realistic! Especially those metal parts.” Ray gave a thumbs-up. He always did admire cosplayers; the feats they can pull off with glue and fabric make him feel a bit envious of their talents. However, despite the compliment Ray gave, the cosplayer just seemed even more pissed off!
“What- how dare you! I am not some character from fiction, I can assure you that I am very much-”
“I’m impressed you can stay in character so long, but I’m kinda busy right now. See, I’m making lasagna tonight and I gotta go get new ingredients since I burnt the lasagna I made last night.” Ray explained himself, and he noticed a sudden change in the cosplayer’s character. As soon as Ray had mentioned lasagna, the cosplayer’s previously enraged expression went placid and calm, his ears attentive as Ray continued to talk about lasagna.
“Uh… So… Can I go now?” Ray raised a brow as he looked off behind the cosplayer, as he was so close yet so far from the grocery store. Now that Ray’s attention was no longer focused on the cosplayer, he suddenly noticed that the once bustling street was now empty. When he looked around, he only saw a single kid looking out the window curiously before being picked up and brought away by a fearful-looking father. Ray looked back up at the cosplayer in front of him, whose attention seemed to be completely and utterly focused on him. The cosplayer almost reminded Ray of a cat.
“You’re going to make lasagna?” The cosplayer leaned in a little closer, and Ray backed up, now confused.
“Yeah? I am.”
“Tonight?”
“Yeah- I am. I mean, I’ll try at least.” Ray shrugged.
The cosplayer seemed to be in thought for a moment, their eyes wandering off to the side. Meanwhile, Ray just tried to get past them, only for the cosplayer to block off his path and say;
“Can I come with you?”
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Y’all.

This is dire
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Reblog if you’re grateful for your commenters <3
#ao3 memes#:d#ao3#ao3 writer#ao3 author#ao3fic#ao3 tags#author memes#fanfiction author#fanfic authors#ather reblogs
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Loaf's Shadownilla (+ more!) Fic Recs
My personal favorites are marked by blue; must-reads are marked by green; other good fics (just not my jam) are marked by pink.
Shadownilla gets its own category because I am not immune to propaganda:
Blind Man's Bluff by thebiscuitlabyrinth - PLEASEEEE READ THIS. PLEASEEEE. ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLEASEEEEEEEEE. SHAKES MY HANDS IN THE AIR. Smilk goes back in time to before PV remembers he's PV. Healer Cookie please he's right behind you. Healer please. Turn around. A Guide to Making Friends by Poker - Nilly finds a book about courting traditions and mistakes it for a book on making friends. Beyond the Farm Gates by Plushyofcc - College AU featuring farm boy Nilla, rich kid Smilk; some hinted background relationships that can be read as /p or /r (ElderLily, BurningCheese) Jambound by Anonymous - I feel like everyone has read or at least heard of Jambound at this point, but that's for a reason; it's good. Legally obligated to include it because of this. Friends, Huh? (Yeah Right) by Treehouse_Tales - Smilk is changing for the better after meeting PV and he doesn't like it. If Looks Could Crumble by louoll - Another "Smilk lives with PV after the events of Beast Yeast 8." The Whole Universe Baked Into You by Pomfuuyu - Smilk gets hurt as the spire crumbles, gets nursed back to health by PV. No Loose Ends by TheRealSMCFan - Hitman Smilk AU. Target is PV. SMC Slowly Falls in Love by TheRealSMCFan - Semi-canon-compliant aftermath oneshots. Lovefool by I_Have_No_Life_523 - Smilk and PV end up trapped in a dimension together. It goes about as well as you'd expect. Plush Hugs and Kisses by StarrySkyShine - What it says on the tin. I love the plushie fics they're my favorite flavor of Shadownilla.
OTHER CRK FICS:
The Resolute Volition by Osamu (MysticCacao) - "Domesticating the Beasts" fic, told from the perspective of both MF and DC. Good, natural character progression. Real-feeling relationships. Sweet Bitterness by TheNarrator_ME (No Ships) - Affogato POV, meeting Cacao after he accepted apathy and is waiting to crumble. Gingersiblings' Guide to Babysitting by Kaitou_Spectre (No Ships) - Silent Salt, Burning Spice, and Shadow Milk get sealed inside Strawberry's, Ginger's, and Wizard's weapons. Shenanigans ensue. Against All Adversity by Almellow (BurningCheese) - GC and BS can talk to each other through the Soul Jam years before they ever meet. Love the Subhuman Self by J3stHoLLyY (LilyEnchant) - Listen. LISTENNNNN. WHO CAN HELP YOU HEAL BETTER THAN YOURSELF??? PLEASE GIVE ME MORE SELFCEST HEALING PLEASEEEEEE. IF THE WRITERS DON'T DELIVER I'LL DO IT MYSELF AND I CAN'T AFFORD TO FAIL MY COLLEGE CLASSES SOMEONE TAKE THE RESPONSIBILITY OFF MY HANDS. Affogato and Caramel Arrow's Get Along Shirt by FaeMytho & legendspeaker (I don't know their ship name. Uh AffoArrow) - The two get banished until they learn to work together. Funniest possible scenario, and Affogato immediately acts like a bitch about it.
If you like any of the fics listed here and want more that aren't limited to just CRK, DM me and I'll give you my Top Ten Ficlist.
If you want more CRK content specifically, I mean... I have. A White Lily RP Blog.... if you want.... yes we are shipping silentlily before salt is even out. We stay winning.
DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ! PLEASE BE RESPECTFUL!
[For @midnighthewerewolf and @adorbssssseva]
#fic recs#shadowvanilla#pureshadow#mysticcacao#darkflour#burningcheese#goldenspice#crk fanfic#ather reblogs
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Nexus of Torment Timeline
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Awkward mingling and side glances
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They had come down from the lighthouse earlier than usual, KC needing the coffee after staying up all night with them. They figured Their instincts were keeping Them awake, just like their own.
They shuffled silently across the room, staring blankly at the floor as the older led the way. Once it was brewing, the smell of coffee got rid of some of the tenseness squeezing their being, the twins turning to glance around the space.
Their eyes were caught by a piece of fabric laying on the counter behind them, and after letting go of KC’s cape, they approached to inspect the fabric further.
A pink sweater, butterflies of different colors all across it, claws marks running down its side.
They frowned, looking between the clothes and their own hand, trying to recal—
hand on their hood NO they desperately cling to their only safety— a yank— hands on their shoulders— they can’t move— claws dig in— they’re gonna die—
They took a breath, trying to settle their racing core down.
They are not there anymore. They are not in danger. They are not going to die.
They flinched at the head pat KC gave them, looking to the side as They brought Their hand to Their cup.
They heard KC talk but didn’t catch much, just that apparently Earth would try to fix what they’d done. They scoffed silently, there was no point in that, the tears were too bad.
There was no point in salvaging an object so hideously broken.
…
……
“Do you remember where we put the sewing kit?”
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They looked back to the stairs, the taller bot giving them an encouraging smile.
They slowly turned to look at the guest room’s door, approaching slowly. Hesitantly, they placed the sweater down, making sure their claws hadn’t torn it once more, and carefully placing the post it on top of it.
They stood up after that, their claws messing with their sleeves as they nervously looked at the door.
Just a knock. Just a knock at the door. They could do that. They could—
There were footsteps from behind the closed door.
And immediately upon hearing it, the twins darted, forgoing the stairs and jumping the balcony’s fence.
They didn’t let themselves fall to the ground floor just yet however. One of their hands remained holding onto the smallest bit of ledge between the fence and the drop.
From their spot they could hear the door open and a small gasp from the current inhabitant. Some ruffling fabric and a small round of paper. They looked below them nervously, trying to find a good position to land in.
“Thank you”
They almost lost their grip at hearing her voice, stuttered words falling off their voice box like they almost did. They ended up just humming at her, and waited for the interaction to end.
The door closed soon enough, footsteps retreating. The twins let out a sigh and let their joints relax.
And at that they did fall.
They stared at the ceiling fans, not finding it on themselves to get up at the current moment.
They didn’t have the strength to deny anything a few hours later when the tallest Celestials and KC were cooing over some pictures of them ‘taking a nap with the cats’
#sams au#sams bloodmoon#tsams bloodmoon#sams earth#sams kc#drabbles#nexus of torment timeline#quiet throes in pooling oil#there is exactly one person who’ll understand what’s going on#< and that person is me#ather reblogs#mutuals writing#cerb dont look
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Please, let me be your friend. (6530 words) by kimiiii Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Cookie Run (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Pure Vanilla Cookie/Shadow Milk Cookie (Cookie Run), Pure Vanilla Cookie & Shadow Milk Cookie (Cookie Run), Black Sapphire Cookie & Candy Apple Cookie (Cookie Run), Black Sapphire Cookie & Candy Apple Cookie & Shadow Milk Cookie (Cookie Run) Characters: Pure Vanilla Cookie (Cookie Run), Shadow Milk Cookie (Cookie Run), GingerBrave | Brave Cookie, Strawberry Cookie (Cookie Run), Wizard Cookie (Cookie Run), GingerBrave and Friends Ensemble (Cookie Run: Kingdom), Black Sapphire Cookie (Cookie Run), Candy Apple Cookie (Cookie Run) Additional Tags: post beast yeast episode 8, spoilers for beast yeast episode 8, Mental Breakdown, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Shadow Milk goes though it, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Shadow Milk Cookie Needs A Hug (Cookie Run), Loneliness, I'm Bad At Tagging, Internal Conflict, Trust Issues, Post-Canon, Non-Consensual Hugging, Plushies, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, pv youre too kind for your own good, Sibling Coded Summary:
Y | Leave with Black Sapphire and Candy Apple ➤ X | Don't back down and accept you've lost … This action will have consequences. 🦋 ---- If EP8 ended differently.
NEW CHAPTER OF MY FIC IS OUT!!
PLEASE SUGGEST IDEAS FOR FUTURE CHAPTERS AND KUDOS IF YOU LIKE IT <3
#cookie run kingdom#crk#pure vanilla cookie#pure vanilla crk#shadow milk cookie#shadow milk crk#shadowvanilla#puremilk#shadow milk x pure vanilla#shadowvanilla?#ather rambles
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63335440/chapters/162255406
#isolation au#authors of tumblr#a03 writer#writers#writers on tumblr#writeblr#a03 fanfic#writing#mutuals fic#ather reblogs
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OK SOOO HI PPL I HAVE REEASED YET ANOTHER FIC FROM MY BASEMENT PLEASE ENJOY IT’S FINALLY NOT LEWD AMD PRETTY COMFORTING IMO
i love yall mwah
#shadowvanilla#pureshadow#pure vanilla cookie#pure vanilla crk#shadow milk cookie#shadow milk crk#vanilla milkshake#puremilk#crk fanfic#crk fic#ao3 writer#ather reblogs
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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Cookie Run (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Pure Vanilla Cookie/Shadow Milk Cookie (Cookie Run) Characters: Pure Vanilla Cookie (Cookie Run), Shadow Milk Cookie (Cookie Run), White Lily Cookie | Saint Lily Cookie Additional Tags: Fake Character Death, Enemies to Lovers, Yandere, False Identity, Denial of Feelings, Written before BY 8, Awakened Pure Vanilla, Blueberry Milk cookie - Freeform, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Obsession, Carrying, Redemption AU, Alternate Universe Series: Part 1 of Stories where Shadow Milk has Experienced the Horrors Summary:
What’s up guys I’m starting my Shadow Milk Redemption AU. Not a direct sequel to the one-shot I posted but that Did happen here.
I Wrote most of this before the trailer came out so please forgive me for Shadow Milk’s hair being a silly hat. This one Was Beta Read so hopefully it’s decent.
Plot Synopsis; Shadow Milk Fakes His death and pretends to be Blueberry Milk Cookie so he won’t have to leave Pure Vanilla. Pure Vanilla, upset at how immature he’s being, and for scaring him like that, decides to see how far Shadow Milk will take this bit.
#shadowvanilla#pureshadow#puremilk#vanilla milkshake#cookie run kingdom#shadow milk cookie#pure vanilla cookie#shadow milk crk#pure vanilla crk#crk#ao3 writer#ao3fic#ather reblogs
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#glittery mess au#mutuals fic#authors of tumblr#a03 writer#writers#writers on tumblr#writeblr#a03 fanfic#ather reblogs
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@madcatdaderpydrawer-blog
Yes, torture is how I express love :3
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reblog to give your blorbo a head pat or a gunshot wound to the neck
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