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y’all ever read a fanfic that you cannot believe an author just wrote for free?? what an honor it is to read a piece of someone’s soul they shared out of nothing but love for a piece of media. what a privilege it is to be allowed their talent because you share an interest!!

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so i confused kevin and kyle while making kevin's artfight profile

yeah writing the rest will be FUN

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how have i not followed this blog yet what

anyways HUGS YOU'RE WRITING IS SO AMAZING GSISGSISGSISJKSJ tell me when next chapter's done? (if you're okay w it ofc)

AVSSHSS THANK YOUU

the next chapter isnt being written yet, but i AM almost done with plotting everything for it, and im a quicker plotter than i am a writer, so perhaps maybe sometime in the next few weeks?

i can add you in the taglist if you want to be notified early on >:)

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waitt the intro post told moots not to follow but the story's really cool and i was wondering if its okay if i like the posts instead? or would u prefer me to go onto an alt account

oh no it’s fine now! I just made that so no one would share it before the chapter was ready, just somehow forgot to get rid of it 😭

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t.he character s

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i have headphones on but listening to nothing as i scroll through tumblr, but i barely register the words and images as i listen to my own music:

Psyche screaming and sobbing as i imagine her in various scenarios where her friends have to comfort her and she needs to be held but sometimes it doesnt work

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do i need help

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Don't you just love it when the team get captured and it's revealed that Whumpee has met Whumper before.

The twisted delight in Whumper's voice when they say "Oh, has Whumpee never mentioned me?"

The shame burning in Whumpee's face as Whumper recounts the fun they used to have together.

The confusion, disbelief, and horror on the team's faces as the truth unfolds.

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this but HS and its original fiction

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a clarification if it wasn’t clear already: this place will be where I store my main posts about HS! There will be memes, drabbles, and of course, the chapters themselves.

Asks are open, you can yell at me for having a spelling/grammar mistake or you can yell about the trauma or cliffhangers I gave the blorbos

this will always be just for fun and uhhh yeah I think that’s it? MOOTS WHO LIKE HS OR WANT TO BE APART OF IT PLS FOLLOW THIS AND INTERACT IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY :D

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HEALING SOULS MANUSCRIPT

CHAPTER I, OR THE DAYLIGHT SAYS HELLO AGAIN

WC: 1.5k

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Fall was beginning to end.

With it, the start of winter, and the start of the preparation for the holidays. There was a certain cheer and festivity to everything. More people began to enjoy the cold crisp air, the dying leaves that crunched under there feet.

Snowflakes were seen floating down from the heavens, children and teenagers alike were ecstatic of the possibility of no school. The snowflakes were cold and soft, touching with a light chill.

And yet there was a dim apartment where there was no festivity like the others. Almost all the lights were turned off, the only source of one was the window, the curtain slightly lifted to the side to let the barest of light in.

No one knew about that little apartment, because why would they? It would only trample their hope and joy for the holidays, and they wouldn't care if they did.

That was fine. It was what the owner of the apartment wanted.

No one to bother.

No one to ask questions.

And it would just be her, lying in the dark, wasting away.

Because that was what she wanted.

It was…paradise. Although someone else would argue it wasn't. But to her, it was.

The dark was pleasing. No bright colors or lights to plague her eyes, and it was simply…simpler.

The figure sighed, shifting couch as she pulled the blanket closer to her chin. Her eyes traced patterns nearly invisible in the dim of the ceiling. The arm under her head felt stifling, tight and uncomfortable, but it was the only way she could feel something.

She closed her eyes to an even darker night, and she feels the cold air settle against her skin and into her bones. It felt…like death, but not quite. She knew what it really felt like.

She wondered if her father was still thinking of her. Was he proud of the scared, paranoid girl she had become?

The girl opened her eyes, slowly, back at the dim ceiling. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and sighed.

As she swung her bare feet on the cold, hard floor, something in her heart told her to stay back and keep rotting on the couch. Where it was much simpler, where she could simply wallow in her feelings.

But it was also the only time she could feel outside air in a while.

Psyche steels herself and stands up from the couch to leave her apartment.

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It was a lot more snow that had fallen than Psyche had previously thought. She watched as her shoes sunk slightly, leaving imprints that disappeared the farther she walked.

She watched as the occasion car zoomed past, bringing an uncomfortable freezing wind that hit into her skin even as she watched.

Psyche looked up as she walked, huddling in her thick coat. Her hair nearly covered her eyes, and the hood over her head certainly didn't help, but she didn't care.

The sky was beautiful today. Soft clouds of white enveloped everything above. It was peaceful.

Perhaps she should go out more often.

No. Too much work.

Psyche blew a hair strand away from her face as she looked back down. She should head back, it was like, what, thirty minutes of outside light? That was enough right?

A sound caught her attention. It sounded like a yell. She stops, her foot slightly raised to take a step.

Psyche looked up.

Something that sounded trash can toppled over, and a cat screamed and yowled, scampering out of the alleyway a little ways in front of her, becoming a blur of fur as it sped past her legs.

Psyche frowned. She hadn't seen anyone else walking this way in a bit. She slowly put her foot down in the soft snow, feeling it sink down with no sound. Her arms rose up to hug herself tightly, and she feels a cold down her spine that wasn't from the snow.

Psyche took a few more steps until she was right at the alleyway entrance and peeked in. Then she immediately poked her head back out and fell to her knees in something that she had not felt in years.

Pure, unrestrained terror.

What she had seen were two of them, a wolf-dog, with a large maw with teeth that were the size of knives, fur thick with nightmares teeming within as it stood on its four legs, snarling at something Psyche could not see. The other was a shadow creature, a large ball of with long, spindly arms, hands that were entirely too big or small to hold itself up, but it managed. It didn't have eyes, only a mouth on one end that seemed to suck air and light out of the cold winter air.

Psyche tried to breathe, slowly, but it began to get quicker the longer she tried.

Monsters that she never thought she would have to see again.

Why were they here? This place was supposed to be safe for her, why now, after such a long time? Why did they show up again?

Something shifted in her brain, a rational thought staying longer than the others.

Why are they here?

Psyche knew that they were chaos incarnates, and yet, they wouldn't come here without a reason. Not if it meant mindless terror. She checked this city, made sure it was safe before safely moving in. She had drills set up in case this ever happened, she was careful and cautious, she was sure of it.

Nothing could have set them off.

So they weren't here for her. But they were here for someone else.

Psyche steeled herself, then looked in the alleyway again, this time, with a keen eye and pushing all the fear back like she always did. She watched as the two circled something, snapping and biting and yet never getting close.

Psyche looked closer, and saw the very, very visible silhouette of a human being behind them.

That settled it. She looked around, and spotted a metal pole lying very neatly by her feet. Psyche grabbed the end of it and stood, sighing.

"Fuck my life."

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The monsters were surrounding the boy, pushing him into a corner full of filth and garbage left by strangers. The wolf-dog grinned, its sharp teeth poking out as it was thinking of the rewards their mistress would give them after they dragged the brat back to their realm, how he could hardly wai- THWACK!

Did something hit his head?

The beast turned, and saw Psyche standing with a metal rod in her hands, slightly trembling and muttering curse words under her breath.

She still had her hoodie over her head, so hopefully they wouldn't recognize her. Still, they seemed upset about their hunt getting interrupted. Psyche sucked in a breath as she shuffled backwards, keeping her eyes on the threats, ignoring the person they were hunting for now. If they had any common sense they would run as soon as the shock wore off.

The bloodhound growled, a low menacing sound that seemed to echo the walls. Psyche swung the metal again, enough to hit it in the snout and make the other one back off, enough so she could stand closer to where the human was.

The spider-like monster hissed in her direction, its arms bending slightly so it could lunge, but after a second of hesitation, Psyche hefted up the pole and threw it into its mouth. She didn't expect it to work, but she had held it like a spear and managed to pierce its uvula.

It gagged and coughed, stumbling back into the bloodhound, and that was enough of a distraction for Psyche.

Psyche straightened her stance, took a deep breath, raising her arm towards the monsters, whispering words of a ritual she thought she had near forgotten but had remembered the words, remembered the power coursing through her veins.

"By the blood of the Reapers, by the power of the scythe that guides and leads, you are not welcome here," Psyche whispers. They screamed, recognizing the enchantment, but she ignored them. "Through shadows you've come, through night you were formed, and it is there you will be sent back in dust."

The bloodhound shrieked, climbing off the spider to jump towards her, but chains of purple glowing in the snow of light wrapped around their limbs, slamming it back to the ground. It screamed again, but it was silenced by a chain wrapping around its throat.

"Return, creature of chaos, and begone from the realm, for you are not welcome. For you are of destruction, and to the land of darkness you will return. BEGONE."

They thrashed and struggled, but soon the chains dragged them to a shadow darker than the others, and for a brief moment, the cold winter air seemed colder than before, and it smelled of corpses and death. She watched them go, then dropped her hand as the doorway closed.

Psyche sighed, something like relief settling into her bones. She turned to the boy, but before she could see his face, a single word was said, and that was what made her stop.

"Psyche?"

A voice, familiar like sun and spring breeze, said her name.

She whirled around, and saw a face she had never thought to see again in these long four years.

In that moment, she could only say one word.

"Shit."

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FINALLY FUCKING DONE

NO THOUGHTS ONLY EXCITEMENT

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PROMPT: A letter written many years ago unexpectedly arrives.

WC: 329

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Psyche stared down at the mailbox. Well, it wasn't really a mailbox, just a metal container in the wall along with many, many others.

She hadn't known it had existed until today, when she was going on one of the rare times she stepped out of her apartment to find more supplies. Psyche had spotted a door she had never given attention to and decided to have a peek.

And now here she was, looking down at something that held her apartment number. She took a deep breath before bringing out her key and opened it. A cloud of dust came out when she swung the door. It was clear that this may be the first time someone opened it.

Psyche rummaged through piles of letters, which had mostly consisted of notices of rent and bills, things that weren't of much importance to her. Then, under an old parchment detailing overdue rent, she spotted a neatly made envelope among the dust.

She carefully brought it out, and found her name addressed to it, but with no one to trace it back from. But she still recognized that handwriting with her name, and nearly ripped open the seal to have her heart drop when she realized who it was from.

Dear Psyche,

It has been a year since we have last seen each other. I miss you everyday, but I understand you need space. It is understandable after what you had gone through, but I cannot help but miss your smiles, your intuitivism and curiosity.

I miss my daughter, but it cannot be helped.

I will continue to stay away as you have asked, but know that you will always be my daughter, and I will always be proud of you.

Psyche drops to her knees and hugged the envelope to her chest, feeling hot tears. It had been more than four years since she had last seen her father.

"I'm sorry Papa," Psyche sobbed. "How are you still proud?"

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YEAH SO UM HERE'S A DRABBLE OF A PROMPT, I REALLY LIKED IT SO THIS CAN BE CONSIDERED CANON :D

taglist: @ning-ningx300 @lyninabin @ender-afton @the-ellia-west

yeah still havent finished the chapter, wish me more luck maybe?

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im gonna be posting drabbles inbetween chapters too hehe

maybe ill switch the memes to here to idk

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Remember who checks on you, when you get a little quiet. Those are your people.

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an hour or so after making this and I’m already vibrating ragghhh

but you’ll never get it early muhahahaha

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INTRO!

main is @smolwriter

welcome to the Healing Souls, where I will be posting my chapters about the project and also memes once i get to it! This is known by a couple of people, hopefully the fandom (can i even call it that?) will grow as i grow my own content!

this is a story about five teenagers who learn to heal and grow together as they get to rebuild bridges that were once burned and broken, and as they fight to survive old enemies and new ones, but most importantly, each other.

this will probably contain some heavy scenes and themes (some of which i didnt even mean to write) but i PROMISE on my life that there will be humor and happiness.

probably.

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Synopsis:

Psyche, a 17 year old girl, hasn’t seen her friends in four years, and hasn’t really thought about them since. Because of…well, horrible memories, but we’ll touch up on that later. She’s been working as a cashier at a grocery store whenever she could, but for the most part, Psyche has quite honestly been rotting in her apartment.

She never goes out of her apartment unless she really needs to (running out of instant ramen, water, paying the bills etc) so she doesn’t get the usual sunlight needed for a human being, and Psyche was always pale to begin with.

Psyche thought it was a good thing going, sometimes she had to sit down on the bathroom floor and cry over people gone but other than that, it’s fine!

so what happens when her past comes running up to her? Or rather, what happens when one of her old friends is seen fending for himself in an alleyway against monsters she never thought she would see again?

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Genre: Fantasy!

Tropes: found family, angst, whump

Trigger/Content warnings: depictions of depression, past abuse, death, violence, foul language, torture and violence!

please tell me if I missed anything, sometimes something important slips my mind 😭

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I will most likely polish this later, with lore, links and tags, but yeah, that's it!

taglist:

@ning-ningx300 @lyninabin @ender-afton @the-ellia-west @bloodied-hands-in-the-night-sky

pls tell me if you want to be added and I will gladly do so :D I need more people interacting with the children AJSJSJSJS