#I wonder if any of them are scared of roller coasters

[angeljude]

Jude and Jobe at Warner park in Madrid yesterday

[yuurivoice]

I'm Writing A Novel, And I'm F*cking Terrified!

Not quite the headline you all might have been expecting, but yes, it's true! After writing hundreds of thousands of words over the past decade for all of my scripts, promotional material, and every other thing you could imagine—I'm looking to put pen to paper in the way I used to dream of. 

Long before I picked up a microphone and started making questionable noises into it, I was a storyteller. I wanted nothing more in my life than to create stories and characters that touched people, and most importantly, inspired them to create stories of their own. I was a seven year old kid fresh off of playing Final Fantasy VII when I knew I wanted to write. 

It was my first dream.

That dream and I have been on a wild roller coaster ride over the years. I've been in the trenches, roleplaying in dark corners of the internet. I've written professionally as a journalist all thanks to lowkey never telling anyone my age online as I got through high school. Oh, and while I was doing that, I was also writing sad boy poetry on LiveJournal and Myspace. 

You know me for my voice, but that voice has been developed through a lifetime of finding creative ways to string together enough words that when I slap a period at the end of it, the audience locks in. I've written 99% of what you've listened to from me. I take great pride in that, and that won't be changing any time soon.

The thing that brought me this far, the thing responsible for all of the daydreams and fantasies about wonderful worlds filled with characters and stories that fueled my creativity, was the hope that one day I'd write a novel.

If you've been a creative of any sort, you're likely very familiar with how effective hope is at creating something. It's a wonderful seed but until you start watering it and drag it out into the light of day, it cannot grow. So, consider this me dragging a big ass pot of soil out into the middle of our lovely little garden. 

There are so many beautiful stories we've grown together already: BitterSweet, Shattered, Lost & Found, and an entire extended universe that's coming to life in Evalas!

I want to create more. I want to entertain and inspire more. 

But what I don't want is to have come all this way and never taken a shot at the one dream I left behind. I want to write a novel. I have always wanted to write a novel. 

I don't give a damn if I'm scared. I don't care if I'm rusty and my writing is clumsy and ineloquent. I don't care that I have to dig deeper to find more time and energy to create and develop and refine. 

I'm able to say that because of you. 

Do you realize how powerful that is? That you could lift up someone who has been as tired and lost as I have been throughout my life? Have you seen me??? I'm a big son of a bitch!

This isn't me just saying thank you, though. I want to invite you along for the ride!

Let me introduce you to Ryland Dane. If you’ve enjoyed my storytelling thus far, I have a feeling you’ll appreciate what this fella has in store for the future! Every follow on every platform makes a huge difference and helps fuel this rocket we’re going to ride on this journey, and I appreciate you very much.

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[skyeslittlecorner]

can i request how the kings (+ maybe bael bc i heart him) with a mc that gets turned into a kid somehow and they're like surprisingly shy compared to how they are normally as an adult?

Overworked men are hot, especially when we can give them a break. 🙏 I'm so glad you chose Bael, I haven't written for him for some time. Let's give him a break from those documents.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Satan will pick you up and kick anyone who tries to get close. Especially since you're so adorably shy and flinch at every loud noise. He will make an exception for you and stay in the palace, sending all the other nobles to the front. Even Sitri. Playing with him will definitely not be safe, but it will certainly be much more interesting than anything you experienced as a child.

If Satan picks you up, Mammon won't let you touch the floor at all. You are so petite and cute! The way you cling to his chest and hide your face when others try to talk to you melts his heart. Rent a huge playground just for you so that no one will disturb you. Unfortunately, he won't go on the slide with you because he's *a bit* too big... but he will support you on the monkey bars, climbing nets and ladders.

Beelzebub takes you on the trip of a lifetime. Little one, have you ever been to Disneyland? No? You'll be there soon! Bael attached a baby harness to you and fastened a leash around Beel's wrist so he wouldn't get lost (yes, he). These fears were in vain, because once you clung to him, you didn't want to let go. You went after closing time so you wouldn't get scared by crowds. Somehow, all the devices started working whenever you wanted to play with them. Roller coasters and scary houses are out of the question, but you rode on a unicorn carousel for half the night

Leviathan didn't seem to change at all, but as soon as Barbaos startled you with his enthusiasm, he hanged him higher than usual. No one has the right to touch you, preferably not even look at you. He doesn't have any toys he can to give you, but he will send his nobles to buy some. He will smile much more and speak much softer than usual. This guy is like a father for a whole country, he definitely has a soft spot for children.

Bael is the only one who will wonder what happened, how, why, and how to undo it. You won't give him much time to think when you hide behind him from the servants who start cooing at you. He will send them away and take you to the office. All the toys they have in the palace are for adults... but he has an idea. Have you ever made origami? It's the first time he'll spend a whole day in the office working on papers, and he'll be able to say he had very good time.

[cheesit-notes]

Simon Riley + Hand Kisses

tags: kissing obviously, ptsd for simon basically, gn!reader, overthinking simon, simon getting violent at one point, a/n: sorry i was gone for a week! i want to say i worked on stuff but ive been busy with things and this was the only thing i did. im not all that happy with the time to result ratio of this tbh but i love the idea of Simonand hand kisses so enjoy!

Ghost who cannot stand any and all kinds of intimate touches. he doesn’t like intimate touches. no, actually, he loathes those touches. it reminds him of a time he’d really rather forget. there’s no way to really kiss him without having to slowly practice. underneath the mask, he’s nothing more than the emotionally scarred, vulnerable Simon Riley who went through far too much for any human.

the first time both of you technically kissed, you had asked if you could kiss him, he said yes because you looked like you wanted it so badly. the two of you stood awkwardly in his barracks. he’s wondering if he should’ve changed clothes earlier, he just got back and was still in his uniform, probably smelled fowl, but you didn’t say a word. ah, he thought he could handle it. he really did. but to kiss was a lot easier said than done. and he’ll never fully forgive himself for shoving you away slamming you against the wall, and he was choking you. he didn’t actually hit you, you tell him that everyday, but the fact he fully intended to hit you for the moment scared him. plagued with the thought that he truly was no different from his father; he could barely look at you for the weeks following that, much less talk to you. no, he refused to do so much as to stand near you; petrified he wouldn’t snap out of it in time, terrified he’d hurt you.

months later, he asked if it’s alright to try again. the kissing thing, you know? it was months after the previous attempt, you and Simon had already reconciled, as much as possible anyways, so the question left you a little confused. you were happy to, but only if he was really ready. and he said he was, he swore it. although.. looking at you, thinking back about the previous attempt, made him anxious. but he already said he would. so he should? he should stick to his words, right? youd probably think hes a coward. god, a man shouldnt be a coward. and he cant be a coward. and all these thoughts ran through his mind. he doesnt realize he’s zoned out and that you’re staring at him with a concerned look on your face. its not until you decide to speak does he snap back.

“are you sure you want to do this?”

he’s not even sure what to respond. what did he want?  he’s only really thought about what you wanted. it’s not like his wants really mattered in his eyes.

“you know, we don’t have to do this. we can still have a perfectly fine relationship without–”

“no! absolutely, no, we.. we have to kiss.”

he insisted, almost yelling like he’s afraid he wouldn’t be heard. and that you’d leave him because you’d think he couldn’t kiss you, because he couldn't give you of a normal relationship. and you deserved it. you deserved a normal relationship with someone who could give you what you wanted. and god, he wishes he were normal.

anyone could tell he was agitated. honestly, it isn’t easy for you. you could tell he wouldn’t handle it well if you kissed him directly. but if you didn’t then he’d isolate himself, thoughts spiralling like a roller coaster in his mind, and you couldn’t be sure when or where the ride ended. so, grab his hands, hold them in yours, and plant a gentle kiss on each. you hold his hands, looking into his eyes, and for what felt like hours, the two of you stayed put like that. until Simon told you to leave.

it caught you off guard, you’re a little taken back. but respecting his wishes, you leave the room. not even a minute after you leave, Simon slumps against the wall, he can’t stop the hot, burning tears from falling. maybe it was how soft your lips felt against his caloused hands or how careful you were with him, how you knew that he likely wouldn’t react well to either choice and yet you made the perfect one.

Simon Riley who sometimes holds your hand, silently hoping you’d kiss his hand again. he likes it when you give each knuckle a peck. if you bent down on one knee, you’d look like a knight kissing the princess’ hand, and Johnny would say this whenever he saw the chance. Simon Riley who still isn’t ready to kiss you directly, but he’s slowly working on it. Simon Riley who will probably learn to like different types of kisses, but right now, he's smitten over you and your hand kisses that make him feel oh so loved.

next time he holds your hand, give him a kiss, will you?

[your-unfriendlyghost]

I have two things to ask:

1.-Can we be friends?

2.-Do you have any Outsiders headcanons (or any that you haven't submitted yet)?

I mean sure?? Idk who you are since you’re on anon, so not REALLY, but I’m always down to talk!

2. Yeah lol- tons. Too many. Here’s a few (okay like 25 oops) off the top of my head lol, some serious/angsty and some lighthearted/kinda stupid without any real order. (Lotta ‘em are about Steve tbh -there’s so little to him in canon that I have the freedom to hc pretty much whatever I want)

Steve Randle’s nearsighted and has no idea, which is why he’s literally always squinting. (I’ve had that one for like months but only recently mentioned it on here lol.) Steve thinks his vision is completely normal

Dally and Sylvia genuinely cared for each other, but they were both so horrible at having healthy emotions that they just made each other worse. In a bad way, not a fun way.

When Steve gets kicked out, sometimes he hangs with Johnny in the lot. They don’t really talk about anything important like their shared experiences of having lousy parents. Instead they talk about cars, girls, music, school…lighthearted stuff. Sometimes Johnny will find Steve crying, which he never mentions- he’ll just sit down as per usual, which Steve appreciates. Steve almost never finds Johnny crying though. Johnny doesn’t cry much.

Okay tangent- I love how Steve and Johnny are low-key foils. Like Steve always seems tough but then cries when pushed to his limit, while Johnny always seems skittish until he’s under a bunch of pressure- in which case he suddenly is confident. (Not necessarily thriving obviously, but confident yk? Like grinning while saving those kids in the fire.) I know SE Hinton probably didn’t intend that at all, but it’s just such an interesting detail to me. One of these days I’ll put it into words better

Johnny’s jeans-jacket is a hand-me-down from either Steve or Two-Bit. (I can’t decide which lol) (obviously Dally would make sense too, but honestly I think it’d add more depth to flesh out Johnny’s relationships with the other members of the gang)

After the events of the book, Two-Bit starts hanging around the Curtis’s place even more. At first the gang assumes he’s trying to lighten the mood. It’s only after he gets sent to the cooler for a month due to drunk driving that they realize he was actually hanging around so much because he was trying to keep his kid sister from seeing him so drunk…

Two-Bit likes to joke that he keeps failing junior year so that him and his sister can graduate together. Which is a very bad idea since his sister is a year younger than Ponyboy.

Sodapop often feels like he’s only good for looking pretty and not all that useful or interesting otherwise. He likes himself, but when he stops to think about it too much, he starts to wonder if he really has anything going for him at all

My H/C for Steve’s home life is that his Mom is sick w/ like cancer or something. Before she got sick, Steve’s life was pretty alright for an eastsider- he and his dad fought, but they always made up for the most part. They weren’t perfect, but they loved each other. But after she got sick, she wasn’t there to mediate between Steve and his Dad anymore, and the fighting got worse and worse. And then Steve’s dad started drinking more and it was pretty downhill from there. Steve’s Dad still loves him, but sometimes Steve wishes that he didn’t. If he didn’t, then he could hate him. But his dad does love him, so he can’t get himself to.

Steve and Dally taught Johnny to drive when they were all like fourteen-fifteen-ish. Johnny is a very reckless driver. He loves speeding.

Johnny also loves fast roller coasters and stuff.

Dally doesn't ‘cuz he’s low-key scared of heights- he likes riding broncos and rodeos, but put him at the top of a roller coaster and he’s convinced that it’s gonna break and he’s gonna die. He pretends he doesn’t mind. The only people who know he’s scared of them are Johnny, and before she died, Mrs. Curtis.

Steve has a napoleon complex. Johnny, who is shorter than him by a few inches, likes to bully him for it sometimes

Ponyboy and Cherry don’t interact much in the school year after the book, but in the summer after, they start to hang out. Eventually they become pretty close. They fangirl over Paul Newman together

Ponyboy still doesn’t let Cherry read his theme though until years later

Marcia and Two-Bit re-meet a few months after the book. (Two-Bit is really scared that she’s embarrassed to be dating him, and Marcia is really scared that he’s embarrassed to be dating her. Neither of them are embarrassed. They both adore each other.)

Two-Bit likes to watch Marcia barrel racing. One time while he’s there, he runs into Ponyboy watching Cherry barrel race and immediately tells everyone much to Pony’s chagrin

Evie knows a little bit about cars, and she sometimes helps out at the DX during summers. Steve is so whipped for her lol (and Soda too Steve has two hands)

Evie and Sylvia are besties, but Steve and Sylvia hate each other. They act civil in front of Evie, but as soon as her back is turned they’re growling at each other like dogs. (Well Steve is. Sylvia just acts condescending as hell. Sometimes it goes over his head, so Steve knows she’s insulting him but isn’t sure what the insult is/means. Which makes Steve kinda want to kill her.)

Steve and Soda are low-key co-dependent. (Steve more so- Soda has his family at least, while to Steve, Soda and Evie are his whole world pretty much) It’s probably not super healthy, and both of them are vaguely aware of that, but are trying not to think about it too hard rn

Ponyboy’s friend group in high school consists of Curly Shepard, Mark Jennings, Scout Jenkins (from the tv show), and eventually, in her senior year, Cherry Valance. (There’s others too but those are the main ones.)

Pony dates Cathy Carlson for a while too, idk if they’re good for each other or not- I kinda like the idea of them being a sweet couple tbh, but no one else on here seems to care about them so I haven’t really explored the idea much lol

In a Dally lives au, Mark Jennings and Dally end up spending a bit of time together through Pony, and at some point they realize that they’re half-brothers lol. Mark is a deeply obnoxious little brother to have, and he drives Dally nuts on purpose. Weirdly I think Dally’s a relatively good influence on him, as much as someone like Dally can be. And Dally does care for Mark, though not as much as he cares for Johnny- Mark is, in his head, not exactly his responsibility.

Well I have (so many) more, but I think that’s enough for now lol. Point is, even though I haven’t drawn in a minute, I love these characters and their romanticized version of 1960s Tulsa so much and I think about them way too often lol

(dw once i get more into the swing of school I’ll be doin more art!)

[thechaoticdruid]

[This Bites] 7

Astarion x F! Chubby MC

Plot: Winnie and Astarion attend the carnival in hopes to get information on a certain mysterious modder.

Content/Warnings: Violence, touching without consent, clowns, a special guest, death threats, near death experience, choking.

Chapter 6: Here

Chapter 8: NEXT

The screams of people riding the roller coaster filled the air. Winnie held Astarion’s hand as the group walked across the carnival grounds. Astarion who'd been rather enthusiastic about going, now seemed rather unsure. Winnie assumed he was more excited about going on a date than the date itself.  Astarion’s hand tightened around Winnie’s as they passed a rather eerily looking clown who was putting on a show for some children, juggling sparklers. His eyes looked over to them for a split second. Winnie shook her head and decided to ignore the strange person and focus on what she came for. 

“So erm…. Anthony I was really wondering if you could maybe help me. Becca said you're a modder and you might know  the person who made this BG3 cheat engine.” Winnie took out her phone and showed him a screenshot of the cheat engine file she took with her laptop. 

“Hm ... .Oh yeah I chatted with him before over discord.” Anthony replied, not looking back at the short female, too distracted by all the sights and sounds.

 “Babe, look! A haunted house, let's go!” Becca exclaimed as she took hold of her boyfriend’s arm.

“Oh alright I'll come with so you don't get scared” Anthony winked at Becca before taking her arm.

“I don't know what you're talking about, you're the one always getting scared.” Becca teased back before looking at Winnie. “Come on Wyn! Let's go!” 

“Yeah okay.” Winnie replied.

“So we're going to hunt for spirits?”Astarion hummed.

“No. It's not real. Just people in costumes jumping out from behind the corner to scare people.” Winnie explained.

“Oh? Well that's considerably more boring.” Astarion huffed. 

“Hey, don't hate on our fun! We don't have magic and dragons like you do back home.” Winnie playfully punched him in the shoulder. 

“Very well let's go then.” Astarion smirked and followed Winnie towards the ‘haunted house’ ride.  The attraction was set up to where you'd get  and ride through a fake haunted house. Winnie and Astarion sat behind Anthony and Becca as the car slowly moved along. For the most part the vampire was unimpressed. Being much too perceptive he could always tell when someone was about to jump out.  

“Hmm…That's a poor hiding spot.” Astarion mused as he noticed a man in a bloody pig costume hiding in the shadows.  The man jumped up causing Anthony and Becca to scream. Astarion stared boredly, an arm wrapped around Winnie’s waist as she tensed up, startled.  The vampire caressed his beloved's back comfortingly. He honestly relished the thought of taking a protective role. It made him feel strong, valued, like he had a purpose. 

“Oh now he's just lying on the floor, tut tut tut. You can do better than that.” Astarion tsked before a man in bloody clothes leapt up and screamed at the cart.  The vampire rolled his eyes before looking back at Winnie. She didn't scream at the attempts to scare them like Becca and Anthony did, but she would tense up or flinch.   Astarion leaned in and whispered in Winnie’s ear, “There’s another idiot hiding behind that door over there.” 

Suddenly a man in caked in white costume makeup with fangs and fake blood all over his face jumped out from behind the door hissing and getting way too close to Winnie’s face for the pale elf's liking. Astarion’s eyes narrowed a bit before he punched the ‘vampire’ in the jaw.  

“Why the hell did you do that for?” Winnie asked, looking at Astarion in confusion.

“He was getting on my nerves and he got far too close for my liking.” Astarion huffed.

“You can't just punch people because you want to! You're going to get us in trouble.” Winnie said with a look of worry. 

“Don’t fret love, I’ll handle any ire that comes our way.” Astarion replied.

“That's what worries me.” Winnie rolled her eyes. 

“Sweetheart, everything worries you.” Astarion sassed. Winnie pouted as the carts came to a stop outside the haunted house. They got out and Winnie silently thanked God that somehow miraculously Becca and Anthony missed Astarion's little outburst.

 The group walked away from the attraction as Astarion glanced over to see that creepy clown from before. He began clinging on to Winnie as he glared at painted face fool.

“It's just a guy in make-up Star.” Winnie said, running a hand over his back comfortingly. Astarion huffed a bit as they kept walking, the clown disappearing amongst the crowd of people.

“It's hideous.” Astarion murmured quietly.

“So Winnie I have a question, how did you and Star meet?” Becca turned to Winnie with a curious look. 

“Oh you know…We…um…” Winnie tried to think up something quickly.

“My darling and I met at the beach. I needed some assistance fending off this disgusting beast.” 

“It…was a really big crab.” Winnie added, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. 

“It was monstrous, but Winnie smashed the little wretch with a boulder, my sweet little hero.” Astarion hummed before looking at Winnie fondly. 

“It was a very small boulder.” 

“Well that's…..interesting.” Anthony hummed as he and Becca stared at them awkwardly, clearly thinking their story was ridiculous. 

“AH LOOK BUMPER CARS!!!” Winnie said, trying to change the subject as she pointed at the ride. 

“Ooh that actually looks fun.” Astarion said as his red eyes trailed over the scene of people smashing into each other. 

“How about we have a little playful competition against the ladies?” Anthony suggested as he looked over at Astarion. 

“Oh, you two are on!” Becca exclaimed and grabbed Winnie’s arm, “come on Wyn let's go kick some ass!”  Becca dragged Winnie off before she could  comment and Astarion rolled his eyes and followed after Anthony.

Eventually the two pairs got separated in the line with at least ten people between them. Winnie looked back, worried about Astarion doing something chaotic while she wasn't within range to intervene.

Astarion glanced back in her direction, he wasn't exactly torn up about their separation, but he would have much preferred trying this activity with Winnie instead of Anthony whom he knew nothing about.  Anthony looked Astarion over for a moment before he spoke. 

“So…Winnie seems nice.” He hummed aloud. 

“She is absolutely wonderful, my Winnie.” Astarion hummed with a content smile. 

“Okay…I mean she's not around bro. You don't have to go all out.” Anthony chuckled.

“All out? I mean every word.” Astarion huffed, “don’t you feel the same about your Becca? She seems very taken with you.”

“She's aight. Pretty hot and good in bed.” Anthony said nonchalantly.

“Oh, well lucky you then.” Astarion rolled his eyes. Meanwhile Winnie was standing with Becca, looking back at the others with a nervous gaze. 

“Maybe we should see if we can squeeze into line with the boys…So we don't get separated?”

“Nah it's fine, there should be enough bumper cars for them to join us.” Becca stated, her eyes looking over Winnie curiously observing her gaze. 

“You're staring at him.~” The redhead said in a sing-songy tone.

“He has a tendency to get into trouble.” Winnie said honestly. 

“You sure you're not just disappointed he's not glued to your side like normal?” She teased. 

“You act like he's hanging on me 24/7.” Winnie chuckled.

“Isn't he? Whenever I've seen you two he follows you around like a lost puppy.”

“You've seen us together like twice before today.”

“And I have amazing intuition. So…Have you two….you know…?” Becca smirked.

“I'm not having this conversation.” Winnie rolled her eyes.

“Whaaat? I was just gonna ask if you two had kissed! Don't be weird about it!” The redhead teased making Winnie turn bright red.

After a few minutes they climbed into the cars. The bumper cars were brightly colored and had both a driver and passenger seat in each of them.

Becca and Winnie got into one, Becca in the driver's side and Winnie in the passenger seat. However before they could even get buckled up, they were slammed into by Anthony and Astarion.  Astarion smirked mischievously as his fingers curled around the steering wheel.

“Star!? What the hell?” Winnie hissed.

“Sorry darling, I've never controlled one of these things before aha!” Astarion giggled with a mischievous grin.

“Oh it's on! Let's get him back!” Becca exclaimed, steering the bumper right into the guys. The group giggled and teased each other as their cars would collide. Despite the fun eventually Winnie had to usher their little group away when her vampiric partner began to slam the car into some obnoxious children. (One whom so rudely exclaimed “out of the way old lady!”) 

Once the four had left the ride Astarion slipped back beside Winnie. Anthony seemed to follow after Astarion however. 

“So…Make a new friend?” Winnie asked glancing over at Astarion and Anthony. 

Astarion wrapped an arm around Winnie and pulled her off away from Anthony until the two of them were out of earshot.

“Friend isn't quite the right word I believe, but nevermind that while I was alone with him in line he mentioned that the creator of your modification lived nearby in some city called Varamont.” 

“Varamont? That's like a five hour drive from here.” Winnie rubbed her temples. “I'm not sure I could stand riding for that long on my bike.” Winnie said with a sigh.

“Come on Winnie we're going into the mirror maze!” Becca called as she and Anthony caught up with the two. 

“I think I'll sit this one out actually.” Astarion spoke up. 

“Ah yeah…He gets a bit claustrophobic!” Winnie added. 

“You ladies go on in then. I wanted to get some food anyway.” Anthony piped up. 

“Okay….” Winnie said as Becca dragged her off into the mirror maze. Winnie followed after her reluctantly as her friend continued to talk her ears off about mundane things. They had a lead on where ShadowMommy69 was. Things were going well. So why did Winnie have this gnawing feeling something bad was going to happen? 

She sighed as her and Becca walked through the maze occasionally bumping into a mirror once and a while.  “Becca…Is everything okay with Anthony? I mean he is your boyfriend but it seems…like he's avoiding you.” 

“Anthony can be a bit reserved, but he's really a sweetheart.” Becca replied. Winnie frowned, Anthony didn't seem to have any problem hanging out with Astarion. She wasn't quite sure he was a good match for Becca. As much as she admired her friend, Becca had a bad track record when it came to dating. Winnie could recall that the redhead's last girlfriend apparently maxed her credit card and her parents had to help her with the debt. She really didn't have the best judge of character when it came to romantic partners. Not that Winnie could really talk considering her first boyfriend was a bloodthirsty undead creature of the night, but at least Astarion payed attention to her. A little too much sometimes. That wasn't his fault though. The man barely had anything to do while he was cooped up all day to avoid the sun's rays. 

As Winnie and Becca continued walking through the mirror maze the two ended up taking different paths. Winnie being distracted by her thoughts and Becca distracted by chattering about her own boyfriend. Eventually the girls were separated in two totally different parts of the maze. Winnie was even pulled out of her head by her nose bumping against the cold glass of a mirror.

“Shit…Where'd she go? Becca!?” She called, looking around as she got no answer. The lights that illuminated the maze from above flickered a bit. And Winnie felt a chill go down her spine. 

It's okay. Everything is alright. We’ll just find our way out. 

Winnie could feel her heart speeding up as she carefully maneuvered through the maze. However each turn and path seemed to go on forever. Winnie couldn't even tell how long she'd been in here! She quickly took out her phone as she began to get nervous only to find that the battery was dead. 

Okay…Maybe this isn't so great…

Suddenly she noticed a shadow move across one of the mirrors. Winnie nearly jumped at the sight of it, backing up fearfully. Then suddenly there was a voice.

“Ah, we finally meet in the flesh.” A familiar looking brunette haired man suddenly appeared in front of one of the mirrors, his reflection appearing in all the surrounding ones. It took a moment for Winnie to process who this was.

“Raphael?! What the hell are you doing here!? I'm pretty sure I killed you!” Winnie gasped in complete and utter shock.

“And yet here we are face to face.” The devil chuckled as Winnie began to back up. “I should actually thank you, you know. If you hadn't pulled Astarion out of our dreadfully repetitive world I would never have been able to find a way out.”

“Shit. I knew something bad was going to happen. You…You better not s-start any trouble!” Winnie said, trying to act intimidating though deep down inside she was terrified. 

“What trouble? I'm simply here to explore this new realm much like your toothsome companion. Besides, you have other things to worry about.”

“What do you mean?” Winnie asked with worry. 

“Astarion and I are not the only ones who've found a way to enter your domain. The person who caused this opened far more doors into your world than he intended.” Raphael spoke in a calm tone. A smile etching its way onto his face.  

“Why are you telling me this?” Winnie raised an eyebrow with suspicion.  

“Because you are of interest to me and without this knowledge you'll likely meet a very early demise.”

“If you're planning to use me to do your dirty work you must be desperate. You realize I'm no fighter. Hell I'm not even an advent-” Before Winnie could finish her sentence the devil disappeared without a trance. “Oh you Asshat! I was talking to you!”  Winnie huffed, looking around for the devil, but he was gone. Raphael showing up was bad enough but the thought of others coming into this world was horrifying. Dragons, mind Flayers and God knows what else could appear and there was nothing Winnie could do about it. She was literally just a retail employee! 

“I need to find Astarion.” Winnie murmured to herself.

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Astarion had been waiting outside, trying to keep to himself as best as he could. The carnival goers were all looking more delectable by the minute. He could feel the ravenous maw inside begging, no, demanding to be sated. 

“Hey Star.” Anthony called as he returned from getting some food. “Damn, the girls sure are taking their time aren't they?” The dark haired male hummed. Astarion looked up, red eyes immediately noticing the pulsing vein on the human man’s neck. He gulped nervously, doing his damnedest to ignore the urge to tear into Anthony's throat. 

“Oh…I-I'm sure they'll be back soon.” Astarion said with a huff, his eyes looking away from the other male. 

“Hey, you alright?” Anthony asked.

“I'm fine. Just a bit cold.” Astarion lied and looked back towards the mirror maze. The vampire tried to keep his mind focused on Winnie, knowing well that she'd allow him to feed once they arrived home. But then he suddenly felt an arm wrap around his waist. He looked back and noticed the other male was getting far too close for comfort.

“Hey why don't we ditch the girls? I think the two of us have more in common anyway.~” Anthony said with a smirk before suddenly Astarion shoved him off. 

“Touch me again and I'll choke you with your own innards.” He hissed. 

“Whoa hey! Calm down! There's no need to pretend here. I know you're just pity-dating that girl, it's kind of obvious.” Anthony exclaimed, causing the vampire to narrow his eyes at him.

“Pity-dating? Ha! Darling, if I was going to court anyone out of pity it'd be you. Now stay the hells away from me before I rip out your throat.” Astarion snarled, his eyes were beginning to glow red, as he bared his fangs. This set off alarm bells in the human man’s head. 

“J-Jesus Christ!” He cursed and backed away. The vampire pushed back the urge to drain the male dry as he stepped away, beginning to retreat to a less populated space. His eyes then suddenly perked up at the sight of caged pigs off inside some tent. 

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After stumbling through the mirror maze Winnie bumped into Becca once again. 

“There you are, Wyn! God, I thought You left for a moment!” Becca exclaimed. 

“Becca! I need to get out of here and talk to Star! It's important!” Winnie said. 

“Shit. Did something happen? Are you okay?” Becca asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“I'm fine…I just need to talk to him about something personal, okay.” Winnie stated. Becca nodded in understanding.

“Okay. Let's go, I think I found the way out.” Becca grabbed hold of Winnie’s hand so the two of them wouldn't get separated again before she led her he down another path. Winnie could spot scratches and smudges on the mirrors, as if someone had already left a trial to help guide them out. Eventually they reached the end of the maze and stepped out. Not a moment sooner chaos broke loose as pigs began to charge across the fields in front of them.

“Fuck sake!” One of the carnival workers yelled.

“Someone let loose the pigs!” Winnie and Becca looked at one another in complete and utter bewilderment. As the carnival workers rushed to wrangle their swine, one began to slowly approach the two girls. It was the clown Winnie had seen earlier.  

“Ladies, may I speak with you for a moment?”

“Uhh…We're a bit busy at the moment! S-Sorry.” Winnie blurted out before suddenly the make-up caked stranger began to move in. 

“What's the hurry!? There's a show starting soon. Come and see!” The clown chuckled.

“She said we're busy.” Becca spoke louder and stood in front of Winnie.  The clown cracked his neck before suddenly grabbing a hold of both their arms.

“Hey get the fuck off us!” Becca shouted as both her and Winnie began to flail and attempt to pull away, but the clown was surprisingly strong. 

‘Let us go!” Winnie shouted, eyes scanning the area for passerbys but it seemed the whole pig fiasco had distracted anyone who could have helped.

Winnie suddenly kicked the clown in the shin, making him release them. The two of them bolted as the stranger began his pursuit.  

Fucking hell this is like something out of a horror movie!

Winnie panted and huffed as Becca moved ahead of her. The slender female was able to keep more distance between herself and the creep chasing them. Winnie could feel her ribs and legs burning. She didn't think she had enough stamina to keep going. The clown chased them back into an empty tent when suddenly Winnie tripped, falling onto her hands and knees. She winced, feeling blood dripping down a cut on her knee. Winnie scrambled to get back up as the clown lunged at her grabbing hold of her by the throat. Winnie gasped for air, gripping onto the clown's large hands 

“Winnie! Get off her you creep!” Becca shouted and ran back towards the clown. The red head leapt into his back and grabbed hold of his hair, yanking it hard and even tearing a chunk out, causing him to shout and let go of Winnie before moving to throw Becca off of him. Winnie fell to the ground holding her neck as the clown moved to strike at Becca. The redhead looked up with wide eyes before suddenly something sharp pierced through the clown's chest from behind, causing blood to pour down onto the ground as the carnie fell to the floor.  Astarion stood there clawed fingers dripping with blood as he quickly turned his attention to Winnie who was still rubbing her throat. 

“Winnie! Winnie my sweet, are you alright?” Astarion looked down at the human woman with fearful eyes as she rubbed her throat. She gave a small weak nod. 

“Y-You just shoved your fingers through that man h-how!?” Becca began to stutter out. Astarion ignored the redhead, his attention was on the marks on Winnie's throat. 

“Arghhhhh!” A loud snarl suddenly filled their ears. The clown corpse began to stand back and change, growing bigger and bigger. Suddenly a large blue skinned humanoid beast with long tusks and glowing eyes.

Shit. The devil was right.

Winnie mentally cursed as Astarion stood in front of her protectively. Blood was still dripping from the wound in the creature’s chest. The creature growled down at the trio. The silver haired vampire bared his fangs at the beast. He was unarmed but he'd be damned if he let some filthy creature hurt his beloved and get away with it. While the beast was slowed by its injury he took the opportunity to attack. 

“Ignis!” He launched a firebolt straight into the monster’s face. The beast roared in pain as its eyes were blazing. The stench of burning flesh filled the air.  The beast quickly turned tail and darted out the back of the tent, disappearing into the night.  Winnie got back to her feet, taking a few deep breaths. Astarion peeked out through the back of the tent to make sure it was go before returning to Winnie’s side.

“Magic…He just did magic!?” Becca sputtered out. Winnie sighed and rubbed her temples before looking over at Astarion.

“I'm going to assume that's not normal here.” Astarion spoke up. 

“No, definitely not. I was actually looking to warn you about this kind of thing earlier.” Winnie replied, her voice sounding a bit croaky from nearly getting choked out. “I ran into Raphael in the mirror maze…”

“The devil is here!?” Astarion asked aloud.

“Devil?!” Becca exclaimed.

“Yes. He said when you came here others did too, himself included. I imagine that monster was one of them.” Winnie said.

“Would someone please tell me what's going on here!?” Becca demanded.

“Ah….Right…This is all probably going to sound insane.” Winnie sighed.

“Everything that's happened today has been insane. We just got attacked by a god-damned clown monster-thing and your boyfriend chucked a fireball at it!”

“Yes ... .Um…How do I put this…..Hm…Becca this is Astarion…I uh…pulled him out of my computer about a month ago after downloading this messed up cheat mod.” 

“Ah…Hello.” Astarion gave her an awkward little wave. Becca just stayed silent for a moment, eye twitching at the insanity of it all. 

“This is a dream. I fell asleep while getting ready for the carnival and Anthony is going to wake me up any moment now.” Becca spoke to herself as she tried to rationalize the situation.

“Oh I doubt he'd stay long enough to realize you were asleep.” Astarion muttered under his breath. 

“I thought it was a dream at first too, but after a couple of weeks I didn't wake up.” Winnie said softly.

“How is this possible?” Becca asked.

“Honestly I have no clue. I've actually been trying to the bottom of this. This is why I need to find out who made that mod. I'm certain it's behind everything.” 

“I need to take some time to process this. I'm going out to my car…” Becca said before walking off, looking rather shaken up.  

Winnie stepped out of the tent with Astarion slowly following behind her.

“It looks like the number of people who know our secret seem to be growing.”

“I wouldn't worry too much about Becca. She knows how crazy this all sounds, she's not going to go tell someone. Shame all hell broke loose tonight.”

“Gods I'm glad I was able catch a whiff of your blood before it was too late. I….I should have been with you…. I'm sorry…” Astarion pulled Winnie into his embrace.

“It's alright Astarion, there's no way you could have known we were going to get attacked. I had no idea there was any danger until I met with Raphael.”

“What did the devil want?” Astarion asked.

“I'm not sure. He kind of just showed up to warn me. That in itself seems very suspicious.” 

“He wants likely wants something from you, no doubt.” Astarion furrowed his brows. 

“I can't imagine what. I'm not a fighter, I can't go and kill anyone for him. Could it be my soul he’s after?” 

“Maybe…But I have a feeling it's not as simple as that.” The pale elf huffed before looking at her neck once again, gently cupping her cheek.The marks were turning into bruises.

“You sure you're alright?” 

“I am, just…sore…Are you alright? You still need to feed?” Winnie asked before moving up the sleeve of her jacket to expose her arm. Astarion gently pushed it away declining.

“No. I took care of that, besides you've been hurt enough today.” 

“Astarion, I wish I could protect you instead, but I'm not an adventurer or a hero. Suppose I'm just going to end up being a burden.” Winnie sighed.

“Darling, you do enough for me already. You practically feed, clothe and put a roof over my head. Keeping you safe would never burden me my love.” Astarion slowly wrapped his arms around Winnie, pulling her into a hug. Winnie returned it nuzzling her face into his neck. 

“We should return home. Get something for your bruises.” Astarion pulled back. 

“Okay…..and thank you…For saving me Astarion…” Winnie wasn't exactly sure what came over her. She definitely wasn't one to initiate affection very often being as shy and timid as she was, but in that moment nothing else seemed to matter. Winnie leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed a soft, chaste kiss upon his lips. Astarion was slightly taken back for moment but almost immediately returned the gesture leaning into it.

Winnie quickly pulled back as she realized what she'd done, her face flustered and full of embarrassment. What was she thinking!? She didn't even ask for fucks sake!

“I'm sorry! I should have asked if it was-” Astarion grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her back into a kiss. This one was more passionate, full of longing and need. It seemed Astarion wasn't satisfied with Winnie’s sweet little peck. The brunette was a little at a loss of what to do. She'd never been kissed before. Not in romantic sense anyway. She did her best to try to mirror his movements before he eventually pulled back and rested his forehead against hers.

“Took you long enough.~”

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Apologies for the wait! I've been rather distracted since the last chapter, but here it is! The monster in the chapter was an oni btw. It's a shapeshifting monster in DnD.

~Druid

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[the-tmnt-ficfinder]

Ficfinder finds: I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good

Rottmnt Fanfic Summary: "Leo!? Leo!" Mikey was screaming, and he flinched at how scared his little brother sounded. The innate need to comfort him kicked in, and Leo stepped forward, holding out his arms to him invitingly, smiling to let him know everything was alright. “Hey, Mikey, what’s wrong-” Mikey didn’t open his arms to hug him back. Mikey ran through him. Leo is cursed by a mystic whatever thingy. But don't worry guys, he's totally got this! Getting back into his body? Easy peasy. (He hopes it will be easy peasy.)

I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good: Appraisal and Ratings

(Don't know what fanfic "Appraisal and Ratings" means? Check out my explanation on my Main Masterpost! Looking for a different fanfic to read? Head on over to my Fanfic List Masterpost!)

Disclaimer: This fanfic is competed, and is written by @dandylovesturtles, so go show them some love and support!!

The fanfic ratings are not based on quality, favoritism, or how good I think it is, but rather, how intense a subject may be. Like a movie review, or the tags on Ao3, letting the readers know what to expect.

Plot: 💛💛💛💛💛

"Plot is five out of five!! Oh man, the plotline for this fic is so unique, has many suspenseful moments, and is just so well done!! Not only does this fic follow a plot featuring the Hamato's, it also features new villains, and a secondary plot!! Two plots in one fic, wrapped up to become one!!"

Suspense/Mystery: 💛💛💛💛💛

"Suspense/Mystery is five out of five!! Oh gosh, the suspense!! Especially the first few chapters, as those ones are completely chock full of suspense!! Then, later on, more mystery seeps into the storyline as more of the villains pertaining to the plot make themselves known."

Angst/Hurt: 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Angst/Hurt is four out of five!! The angst in this fic goes somewhat like a roller-coaster. In the beginning, its crazy high, then during the middle, it mellows out a bit, then right at the end, BAM!! More angst!! But it turns out being happy in the end ^^ Though the hurt factor is consistent throughout the entire fic."

Fluff/Comfort: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Fluff/Comfort is three out of five!! The only reason why fluff/comfort is lower, is because there is just genuinely less of it until later chapters. Though once the comfort happens, oh man its some good comfort!"

Emotions Conveyed: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Emotions Conveyed is three out of five!! The beginning of the story, as in the first few chapters, and the ending few chapters are the most intense, and will probably punch you in the feels the worst."

Drama/Tension Level: 💛💛💛💛💛

"Drama/Tension Level is five out of five!! Easily, there is so much drama and tension in this fic. Most if not all the drama surrounds Leo and his condition(s), and a huge portion of the tension is from the other Hamato brothers as they struggle their way through the whole thing."

Triggers: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Triggers are three out of five!! Once again, the most intense parts are the first few chapters, and the last few. Some of the main triggers to keep an eye out for are; Brief assumption of sibling death, derealization, desensitization, panic attacks, violence, overstimulation, (TW SPOILERS) talk of pulling the plug, i.e. removing life support from a loved one, PTSD flashbacks/mind manipulation, mental abuse. Remember, read the tags, and stay safe!!"

Legibility (Reading): 💛💛💛💛💛

"Legibility (Reading) is five out of five!! Excellent read!! It flows well, doesn't have any strange text, has really nice section breaks, and is overall nice and smooth!!"

Legibility (Audio):💛💛💛💛💛

"Legibility (Audio) is five out of five! Same as I said above!! This fic is wonderful regardless of being read, or listened to!"

Length: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Length is three out of five!! I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good is completed, has a word count of 124.5k words, and a chapter count of 17 chapters!"

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I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good: Chapter List

(Chapters will be added as I rate and appraise them ^^)

(Yet to be added)

[cautumligth]

Ok, I must say it.

I've spent the last week reading "At the Center" by the talented @therentyoupay, it's a beautiful and heartbreaking story at the same time!

Once I started reading it, I couldn't stop, and those who have already read it will understand me (and if by any chance you haven't already, what are you waiting for?!) The story is a roller coaster of emotions that never stops! (My heart has been so beaten up by it, but I'm a masochist and I keep reading)!!!!

It's such a well-written story in every sense that it has now become canon in my heart and head!

I'll never be able to watch any of those movies in the same way again because I won't be able to avoid looking for them in the other respectively because now I feel like they have been together since the beginning! WAAAA

Anyway, I'ld like to share an interesting fact that perhaps some of you may not know...

Did you know that in the Latin American dub of both; Frozen and Rise of the Guardians the voice actress for Elsa as a teenager and Jack's sister is the same? (Andrea Arruti)

Additionally, their first line of dialogue is basically the same too?

"(Jack) / I'm scared" :'(

When I saw that scene in Frozen for the first time, I had a déjà vu, and right after that I remembered the scene with Jack and his sister, and something "clicked" inside my head.

And now that I read At the Center, "something simply BOOMED"!!!!!!

It was so easy (and natural) to imagine the interactions between Jack and Elsa. I could almost hear Elsa calling Jack for help (and protection) as his sister did once.

Remember that at the beginning of the story, their relationship was more “fraternal”, he saw her as someone to protect, and eventually he has the same protective feeling towards her, but now from a different perspective. <3

(This transition of perspectives was so damn painful!)

Jack, despite what many may think, has always had a protective instinct (being a Guardian in every sense of the word), and seriously, At the Center is a wonderful journey that allows us to get to know and explore the characters with so much depth (especially Jack).

I will be eternally grateful to @therentyoupay for writing such an amazing story, I hope to read the end someday when she decides it is the time to continue it.

:'3

En fin, JELSA FOREVER!!!!!

[lynnsartsworld]

🤍Meet the Artist🤍

Lynn Gerhardt 🤍

29 years old 🌻

Orientation: Allosexal 🌸

Art style: Is a mixture of Western and Japanese’s art styles…

(Bing AI: PS I will draw a new photo of myself but for now I am using a Bing AI photo as a replacement. This is only a replacement not permanent. I will draw myself again. I did not like the drawing. I drew myself because I looked a little too creepy, but I reassure you guys I will draw another photo of myself.)

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Hi, I’m Lynn. 🪽

I’m 29 years old and I’m an artist—though just as a hobby. I’ve been drawing for almost 20 years now, which feels like a huge milestone because I never really took art seriously when I was younger. But as I got older, I started to get more serious about it.

I have tremors in my hands that probably won’t ever go away, but funny enough, since I started taking art seriously, the tremors have actually calmed down a lot. Maybe something neurological rewired itself in my brain because now my drawings are much smoother and cleaner.

I absolutely love drawing April, Poppy, and Evangeline—they’re my main characters, especially April and Poppy. Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without them. I’m still working on stories about them, but it’s taking some time.

You probably won’t see those stories though, because I use ChatGPT to help write them, and I know people online can sniff out AI pretty quickly. So for now, I keep those stories mostly to myself because the internet can be scary like that. But I still love Hogwarts Legacy and I don’t think I’ll ever really leave the fandom—no matter what.

A little about me beyond art: I love chocolate, hanging out with my work friends, and meeting new people (if they’re not too busy).

Things I don’t like? Bullying, harassers, people who think way too highly of themselves, and those who bring others down for no reason. I’m terrified of needles. I hate worms and any bugs that wiggle—it seriously gives me the heebie-jeebies. I also hate climbing ladders because I’m scared of falling, but I love roller coasters!

Oh, and I drew myself recently—not how I really look but with a little blindness in my right eye because I’m kind of farsighted from astigmatism. So, it’s a bit of a spooky version of me but still cute.

In real life, my eyes are dark brown, not light olive or grey, and my hair is black. I do have a little scar on my left eyebrow from falling really hard a long time ago.

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Overall, I really hope you like this new “Meet the Artist” post—it’s way better than the last one I had (which I deleted, so it’s gone now). I also included a new drawing of myself. Just a reminder, I’m a traditional artist, and I’m happy to welcome anyone who wants to follow along.

Sorry if this sounds a little awkward or weird, but honestly, I admire every single one of you who takes the time to read and support me. I really love you all, my lovely people.

If anyone ever harasses you, don’t let them get to you—they’re just ungrateful and having a bad day. Newcomers especially should remember that. Don’t let anyone bring you down, because that’s just awful.

Anyway, I hope you all have a wonderful day, evening, or night—wherever you are, my lovely witches and wizards. Goodbye for now ⭐️!

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Jessica Valenti at Abortion, Every Day (03.10.2025):

On Saturday, JD Vance tweeted about being confronted by a group of protesters while walking with his 3 year-old daughter, who “grew increasingly anxious and scared” as the demonstrators “followed us around and shouted.” Vance engaged with the group, he claims, to keep them from further scaring his toddler, but that “if you’re chasing a 3-year-old as part of a political protest, you’re a shit person.” What about forcing 10-year-olds into childbirth? Does that make you a shit person, too? Because while I don’t want any child afraid for any reason, I have to point out that quite a few American daughters are feeling “increasingly anxious and scared” these days. And it’s not protesters they’re afraid of. While Vance cosplays as ‘protective dad’ online, his beloved abortion bans are regularly forcing little girls into childbirth. We’re talking about children with bodies too small to ride a roller coaster, now legally mandated to carry pregnancies to term. Does Vance believe in protecting little girls from broken pelvises and fistulas? Or his bravado reserved for children he can use as political shields? What’s particularly sickening is seeing comment after comment on Twitter lauding the vice president. “Family is always off limits, especially children,” one user writes. Another calls on protesters to “leave the kids alone.” The one that sent me over the edge, though, was from someone who gushed, “it is nice to hear that your young daughter, who was scared, saw her role model stand up to the people scaring her.” Give me the biggest fucking break. Vance does not “stand up” for his daughter. Every day, he makes the world more dangerous for his children—especially his daughter, who will grow up in a country with fewer rights than her mother had. There’s no Father’s Day card for men who turn their daughters into second-class citizens. Let’s be real: JD Vance is a terrible father. How many little girls will grow up able to say their dad traded their rights away for a bit of political power and a pat on the head from the world’s worst man? When Vance’s daughter looks back, I doubt she’ll care much about his ‘protective’ tweets—but she might wonder why he let women die of sepsis. The truth is that Vance’s protective posturing perfectly captures the empty masculinity of the Republican Party. It’s all bluster and showmanship with no real ‘protection.’ Conservative men love to play savior, so long as they don’t actually have to save us. It’s the ‘protector’ label they love, not women.

This Jessica Valenti column on JD Vance and his fatherhood is a solid read, as he has the mindset that the father should be the “protector” of his family.

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

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hi, so ummmm, OW! that was my heart you stabbed with that chapter, stars above!!

i love the detail of Darlin feeling like their jacket is a kind of armor, i just think that’s such a cool way to think of their attachment to the jacket in both the canon and your AU!! 

Quinn’s method of manipulation is so horrific, “He had never tried to hide it. What he had done was convinced you that you deserved it.” OUCH, stars this hurt. this line made me think of Quinn in the confirmation audio where he’s like “Everything i did was at your request,” just reinforcing t victim blaming. i have never wanted to punch someone’s face in so bad. It just makes me sad to think of how, not only isolated he made Darlin feel, but how destructive and broken he made them feel. 

once again, can we please give Darlin a hug???? 

“You did what you did best. You turned that grief into anger.” this line, to me, genuinely is so perfect for Darlin. i’ve said this before but so many people just characterize them as vengeful and angry and reckless, but they aren’t! At all!!! they’re just a hurt person trying to keep themself safe, but above all, keep those around them safe. Darlin has always been a favorite listener of mine, but your fic has just elevated my love for them. If no one gives them a hug, I sure as hell will.

Quinn is so smug, i swear, him bragging to have been stalking them even while they were at Sam’s, stars how traumatizing. 

“It was always going to end up like this.” He said softly, not looking away from the screen. “You know that, don’t you?” 

“Yeah,” you said softly, “I guess so.”

this chapter is just gut punch after gut punch. OW. Again, he is so smug and sure of himself. someone please humble him. hit him with another car. Give me the keys and i’ll do it for stars sake.

the detail of how they always pushed the emotions down whenever they were with Quinn just goes to show how they were always walking on egg shells around him. they couldn’t show any weakness or it would be abused. Your writing of their character and the nuances of their trauma around Quinn is just phenomenal. you make them feel so real and your writing feels so personal when it comes to their character. I said it earlier in this, but because of your writing, their character just feels so real! you make all the redacted characters feel real and that’s something so special.

“I don’t deserve this!” You spat. “I don’t deserve this shit!” 

OH MY STARS LETS GO!!! no! you don’t deserve this! the way i cheered aloud at this line. They have come so far, and i’m so happy they’re able to finally recognize their worth. It makes me so so happy to see their progress and how their rebuild support system has helped them see their worth.

such a good line. 10/10. AMAZING writing.

and Sam still waiting for them, gahhhhhhh my heart can’t take it. it got a beating this chapter. He knows them, he knows their anger and sharp words were a defense mechanism, i know it. And him welcoming them back with open arms, yeah, imma just go cry in a corner for a bit. 

i’m terrified for what Quinn is going to do in retribution. there’s no way he’s just going to be like “oh, they told me to F off, guess i’ll go away now,” i feel like he’s going to see that his control on them, his hold on their mind and sense of sense, is breaking: his main control tactic of convincing people they deserve his abuse isn’t working on them anymore, and i’m scared he’s going to do something drastic because of it, that he’s going to do pull something in a last ditch effort to get them back under his control.

aaaaaaaaaaaimnotokaybutthisisfineaaaaaaaa

all in all, an amazing chapter, such an emotional roller coaster, (i feel like vincent with how much it emotionally destroyed me) your writing is so so wonderful, thank you for sharing it with us!!!

have a good day, night, or evening!

-🌃

I do my best to torture you guys! My fav thing to do in writing is write stuff that physically hurts me, and these few chapters definitely hit the mark!

That detail is actually based on how I feel about my own patch jacket! I've had it since high school just like Darlin and it has been well loved. I wear it to pride and bars and everywhere I need a little courage. Plus I liked the idea of them drawing comfort from something that Quinn teases them about.

I mean they for sure would not let you hug them, they barely let Sam hug them, but you can certainly try!!

Yes!!! Exactly!! They are not a naturally violent creature. They were made this way, warped. And what is so FUCKED UP about this moment is that they are HEALING!! They are getting better!! And in this moment they slide right back into who they used to be. It's terrifying for them. And it is... comfortable. That's why they resorted back to that when Sam pushed them.

Yeaaaahhhh he really wants to drive home that they never escaped him, even if they felt that they had. He wanted to tell them that he had been there in their most vulnerable moments. And that he'd seen Sam in that same state.

He very much feels like this is 100% inevitable, that there was no world in which they pulled away. It's hubris for sure and I promise that he will pay for it.

Darlin learned quickly that, when it came to Quinn, showing emotion was an invitation for harm. So they learned how to push it all down. It's not helpful now, not now that they're trying to open up to others. But it's shown to be a skill that they can use when they encounter Quinn again.

LETS GO DARLIN KNOWING THEIR WORTH!!!!

Of course Sam is still waiting for them. He wouldn't let a little thing like them not loving him stop him from being there for them.

Of my friend, the next chapter is up, and you can see exactly what Quinn does in retaliation.

Thank you so much for reading and I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you! Life has been crazy busy but good. I hope you enjoyed the new chapter as well!!

[openphrase123]

okay........so sorry for all these questions lol feel free to pick and choose.

73, 65, 45, 32, 26, 20, 11, and 10!!

AH? well don't worry i like answering things :) thank you for the ask >:3

however this shit's going under a readmore (there isssss a preview of tomorrow's four eyes update in here though :3) (and also fic recs)

73. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

I think I format things a little differently on ao3 than what i've seen in other fics? me and my doublespaces. sorry if this makes them harder to read it actually makes it easier for me to read with my visual processing

for actual CONTENT... idk i think i have the tendency to take things that are extremely high concepts that veer into crackfic territory and ground them in reality as best i can. but i think it feels more real because i deal a lot in slow boils and longfics, so i take lots of time on atmosphere before immediately coming out with things like "siffrin is a literal star banished from the sky by the universe"

also i think i'm really strong at romance writing especially but that's neither here nor there

65. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

i actually just noticed you left a comment on my seizure-induced post about my future 20 years later fic and it reminded me that i'm so on my high horse about how i named the isafrin fankids i made up for it. you know how siffrin's name is sisyphus but id5 mangled it into siffrin? i did that with all of the isafrin fankid names. took greek mythology heroes and mangled the names. theseus -> thessan and aeneas -> aeney

anyway they're fun to write and i keep writing about them as a treat when i need it :3 they're both forgotten island castaways that washed up on shore as toddlers so they couldn't just learn vaugardian and move on, and everyone in bambouche was like "hey siffrin can you take care of these kids since you're from the same country" and he panicked for a full month before saying yes

45. Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

por que no los dos? can't i do both? sometimes i do it at the same time, even. i do want to END with them laughing though i don't give hits without a comfort at the end

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

club of never missing in my heart is entryn17, faedemon (hi @moipale :3), and grech (HI @isuggestwishcraft) although i need to like. catch up. there are fics on grech's profile i haven't read yet. this is a mistake

26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

um. :)

it's a tie between inutile and four eyes (curtain call is SO MILD) but they're wild rides in different ways. inutile is like a proper steel roller coaster where you can see what the next drop is going to be if you look ahead. four eyes is a 50 year old wooden legacy coaster that you wonder if it's stable enough to ride on safely the whole time you're on it. (in case you were wondering, the 20 years later fic is like a teacup ride that you get sick on in between breaks and curtain call is a log ride that has lots of drops but you can still take your nephew on it without scaring the shit out of him)

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

when i write in the second person i am so guilty of "you feel yourself/you see yourself/she seemed/she looks" like i need to stop that... however i don't make multiple drafts of fanfiction, i do it a lot less in Fully Original Edited Works

my friends that know me outside of isat would say my biggest writing theme is clones and duplicates and doppelgangers so. [sweats]

isat is lacking in some of my other writing themes which how blood family interacts with found family but [looks at four eyes and starts sweating again] aw beans i didn't realize i was doing that there until now

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

backstitching has been taking over my entire life. i need to start leaving comments on it but i'm shy

@riggedbones has also made me insane about their odile looping au, pspsps you want to read find chance in consequence sooooo bad

i do not know where the wild hunt is going but i am grisping it really hard. i'm eyes-emoji-ing it.

10. Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

hahaha. lol. from the four eyes chapter i'm formatting right now, that's coming out tomorrow:

[thejojosanctuary]

Hello there! Could I please request Jotaro, Kakyoin, and Caesar riding a large rollercoaster with an s/o? Like maybe cute little details, such as their reaction when s/o grabs onto them, whether or not they get scared/dizzy on rollercoasters, or how loud (if at all) they scream. I just discovered your page btw, and I love it so much! Thank you for all the hard work you've done, I really appreciate it! >w

Oh I am so in love with this idea! Got to go to a amusement park recently so all I could think about was this one horse rollercoaster-ish ride they had while I was writing this lmao.

I hope you like this hun thank you so much for the support and kind words they make my day!

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Jotaro

♡A roller coaster is a customary stop for any faire/amusement park trip, or at least, that’s what you tell him in order to convince Jotaro to get in line for the damn thing in the first place. He isn’t opposed to getting on the ride, but chances are the two of you have stopped at other places before this point making the rounds. Jotaro makes it a point to  stop at the games stalls dotted around the place, if only because he enjoys watching the flabbergasted looks on the staff as he plows through the rigged games and gets to walk away with the prizes. At least he shares the spoils with you, so you’re more than happy to go along with him.

♡Safe to say you’ve both got your fair share of stuff by the time you make it around to trying out the rollercoaster, and the poor ride attendant is left surrounded by a tiny mountain of stuffed toys and carnival goodies left for safe keeping as you take your seats on the ride and get settled in. It’s going to be a snug fit regardless of the ride because he is built like a brick house and most seater rides are notoriously small, but at least you won’t have to worry about lifting up out of your seat when you’re bundled into the space next to him and the safety bars are dropped down ready to go.

♡With a lurch the ride starts up, and if you cast a cautionary look over to your partner you may be a little disappointed to find that he’s stone faced the whole time, even as the ride starts to track up the steep incline and you have to tilt your head back just to avoid the familiar rush that makes your head spin a bit before it’s even got to the top. There’s a brief moment when the ride stops before the first drop, where the temperature drop nips at your nose as you take in the sight of the amusement park spanning before your eyes. Out of the corner of your eye you spot Jotaro’s hands moving to hold onto the bars, but you don’t have time to crack a joke about being scared of heights before the brakes release and just like that the ride’s in motion again. 

♡The wind whips at your face, and more than a few of the sharp turns have you slamming a hip or elbow into your partner’s side; so at one point you figure that it’s safer to just cling to him and spare his ribs any further bruising. He’s a great buffer against any kind of potential whiplash, so you’re able to crack open your eyes and enjoy the thrill of the world spiraling around as the ride twists and turns.

♡Doesn’t scream, but he’s got a white knuckled grip on the safety bars the whole time that the ride’s going. Eventually the ride comes to its final drop, tapering off into the final waves of tracks before chugging to a halt back at the starting line. You’re a little frazzled and dizzy from the loops and drops so you don’t think to let go of Jotaro’s arm even as you make a move to exit the ride. He lets you use his arm as a support, bringing a hand to rest on your shoulder to help steer you towards the exit; or maybe it's to steer you away from looking back at the ride, where the handle bars have little indents left behind from how hard he was holding on the entire time.

♡At the photo stand it’s impossible not to hear other people at the stand making marveling comments about the guy who was ‘able to keep his hat on the entire time’, wondering how it didn’t fly off even upside down. Of course none of them can see the semi-translucent purple hand barely peeking out from behind said hat, keeping it firmly pinned to the wearer's head. The knowing grin you flash at him once you spot the photo immediately has your arm support privileges revoked, and you have to wrestle with him and the booth counter just to get the clerk to actually print you a copy of the thing - a memento you should definitely send to Holly once you’re back home.

Kakyoin

♡ Kakyoin is the only one out of these three smart enough to buy a fast pass for all of the rides if the amusement park offers them. He is way too excited about going out with you and getting the chance to go to the park to not have planned the whole thing out in advance. He wants to make the most of the time the two of you have there, so being able to jump the queue was a must when getting the tickets to get in.

♡ Similarly to Jotaro, Kakyoin would have a lot of fun going around with you at the other attractions before finally rounding back towards the rollercoaster. The arcade didn’t know what hit it until the pair of you were walking out of there with enough spoils of war to leave the prize counter looking barren - and don’t even get me started on those claw machines, they never stood a chance. 

♡ It just so happens that your route around the park eventually leads you to the biggest rollercoaster the park has to offer, and you can see the gears turning in his head thinking how he’s going to convince you to get on there with him. Thankfully it doesn’t take much - the promise of getting to pick the next ride and the custody of one of his bigger wins from the arcade being enough to win you over. Of course you’d have done it even without the bribe, but keep that little bit to yourself as you amble over to where the line signals the entrance of the ride. 

♡ Kakyoin is at least polite enough to actually ask the ride operator if you can leave your things with them for safekeeping rather than just dumping them on the floor for them to deal with. You’d like to think that nets you some brownie points with the staff since you somehow manage to be the first ones on to pick whichever spot the two of you want to take. Before the ride even starts Kakyoin’s nudging at your hand with his, and when you cave and intertwine your fingers he straightens up a little more in his seat. 

♡ He’ll make idle conversation the whole way up the first incline, if only to kill the time between then and the actual drop. Asking you what ride you want to go on after this one; if there’s any places you wanted to go or things you wanted to try that you haven’t done yet. He goes quiet once the ride comes to a momentary halt at the top, only a few brief seconds before the drop you both know is going to come.

♡ It’s cute seeing how he looks over the park from such a high vantage point as though trying to commit it to memory, and you make a mental note to try the ferris wheel before you have to leave so he can enjoy the sight properly. But of course the moment ends the moment the ride crests over the incline and shoots straight down into a drop that feels like it's shot your stomach into your ribs. That sweet hand holding earlier is dropped for the death grip the pair of you have on each other's arms on the way down, and though you’re both screaming along with the other ride-goers it's lost to the wind that leaves your ears ringing from the sudden acceleration.

♡ His head is definitely spinning by the time it comes to a stop, though you aren’t faring too much better as you try to amble your way out of the cart and end up grabbing onto each other for support in trying not to go flying down the ramp exit. There’s a good few moments where the pair of you have to just find the nearest stable surface to lean against and spend a good few minutes clutching your knees trying to get back your bearings. And even then you’re both still grinning as Kak looks up at you, face still a bit flushed from the adrenaline of the ride and pulse beating in his ears but still looking like he’d had the time of his life.

♡ You make a stop by the photo stand hoping to get one of the rides - maybe a cute picture of you clutching onto one another on the way down. And it would have been exactly that, had it not been for that one curl of hair that ends up covering damn near half of his face in the photo. You end up getting it anyway, much to his chagrin, and though you make promises to go on it again later Kakyoin’s trying to subtly bribe you into giving up the photo with promises to get a better one next time.

Caesar

♡ Caesar admittedly wanted to start with something small when you first arrived at the amusement park to get geared up for the excitement. Maybe a chair swing ride or a scrambler, or even some overpriced but tasty park food to give you energy for all of the rides you’ll inevitably want to get in line for. Those ideas all but immediately go out of the window once you cast your eyes on the looming metal amusement ride that takes up the space far above your heads, tracks twisting this way and that way damn near spanning the length of half of the park. 

♡ He’s very glad for not going on that aforementioned food trip as he knows from the second you spotted the entrance to the rollercoaster ride that you’ve set your heart on trying it first, and he allows himself to be pulled along as you take his hand into your own and make a direct path for the queue to get in line. There’s no way he can say no to you when you ask him if he’ll get on the ride with you, and whilst you’re in line Caesar makes a show of reassuring you not to be scared about the ride. He promised to make sure that you have the most fun the whole time when he first took you out - he won’t let a little height scare you away from doing something you’d enjoy (a remark that comes to bite him back later).

♡ The wait is short and it isn’t long before the line has whittled down till it’s your turn. Caesar is eager to fill in the silence that’s left between getting into the cart and once it actually starts, teasing you about your first choice in ride being such a bold, adrenaline rush of a decision. He’s quickly sated when you tell him that you’ll be sure to let him pick the next one, and he’s already listing off some particularly calmer paced choices - the Ferris wheel, tunnel of love, the house of mirrors etc.

♡ Despite how he said he wouldn’t let you get scared, Caesar’s leg is rocking the entire way up the first incline. You have to gently coax him to tone it down since all it’s doing is making the cart rock even more, but he’s not one for sitting still. Holding his hand on the way up seems to ease some of it, and Caesar rubs his thumb over the top of your hand as a silent appreciation for the gesture.

♡ This man has proved that he’s got some pipes on him and this ride just proves it. He jokes all the time that Joseph’s such a loud mouth but you can’t help but feel like Caesar gives him a run for his money at some of the notes the Italian hits on the way down. That hold on your hand is notably tighter whenever a big twist or loop comes up. You’re just as loud, shouting and screaming as the wind whips up around the ride and your stomach feels like it’s dropping alongside every dip, leaning into Caesar’s side. He returns the gesture in kind, pressing up close against you till your shoulders are squished together and your hip’s digging into his in a way that can’t be comfortably but is easily forgotten in the rush.

♡ Caesar’s not immune to the dizziness of coming off of the ride, and while the hand he offers to help you out of your seat is a little shaky, the gesture is genuinely sweet nonetheless. His hair’s mussed and windswept from the ride, to be neatened up with run through fingers later in the absence of any kind of brush, and you’re sure that you’re just as unkempt when Caesar takes a moment to ease some of your hair back into place asking if you enjoyed yourself.

♡ Caesar's headband is lost at some point on the ride. Neither of you knows when, or where it’s gone, but safe to say it’s chalked up to a loss when a cursory look over the ride and the stand leaves you with no leads. You don’t leave the ride empty handed however, as unlike the others Caesar will gladly buy the coaster picks from the stand despite how funny he looks in the shot; a welcome memento for the beginning of your trip in the park (and the only pic of the coaster unless you can somehow convince him to get on again with you in the future.)

[bloominshroomin]

how would the straw-hats react to being at a theme park?

I went to a theme park today, and all throughout the day, I kept wondering, "How would **insert character** react on these rides?"

I can't write a fanfic, so instead, I'm letting my brain rot out in an alternate format.

part 1! luffy, ussop and zoro. I'll make a part two if sone people like this lol.

set in a modern world, no devil fruits, etc...

LUFFY: When the crew entered the theme park, they were intimidated by the roller-coasters except for Luffy. He ran around and screamed, "I'm gonna ride them all!"

Kept the straw hat on in every ride (He managed to sneak it in)

Then he proceeded to sit in the front seat of the most HORRIFC, MIND BENDING, and TEAR JERKING ride of all time and laughed while waving his hands around in the air. Straight after, he'd ask to go on a second time and attempted to cut through the line.

Zoro got forced into riding everything with him because the rest chickened out, and he had to abide by "Captain's Order's."

When it's lunchtime, Nami managed to pester Sanji to treat everyone, and Luffy ordered the biggest meal on the menu. Ussop and Chopper suggested sharing with Luffy to lessen the payload until Luffy ate it all before he even made it back to the table. (Luffy received a very harsh disciplining after...)

He thought the mascots were real and bought merchandise for every single one. (He owes Nami 5,000 Berry x 300%)

USSOP: Talks big before entering the park and instantly shuts up as soon as he sees any coaster.

"I've ridden 1000 rides before!" Yet when Luffy asked him to go on a kids ride, Ussop's screaming is all you could hear. Ussop hugged Luffy the entire ride while closing his eyes.

After the ride, he yelled, "The great captain Ussop does it again!" Continuing to brag about how he "wasn't scared at all."

He was the bag holder. A proud one, in fact, he called himself "The BEST Bag Holder, Captain USSOP!"

The kids are afraid of him. They think he's crazy.

He also thinks the mascots are real and bonds with Luffy over them. Luffy and him bought matching mascot bunny ears.

During lunch, I'd imagine Luffy, Ussop, and Chopper to be like that "stop chewing so loud" audio. Chopper smacks his lips like crazy and Ussop gets so pissed he's tempted to slam aioli in his face.

But Luffy could and WOULD fold Ussop like a chip bag just to protect Chopper.

ZORO: Luffy dragged him onto a roller-coaster before he could even register where he was at. He pretends to chill the whole ride, but deep down, he's screaming on the inside.

He fell asleep on the kids rides and the children thought he died.

Goes to the merchandise stores to find anything sharp, like keys or fake prop swords. He added them to his "collection."

Won every rigged carnival game and ended up bringing home 20 different large plushies.

He got lost in the crowd after a show/parade and had to be pulled out by Nami or Sanji. Also got lost in ride waiting lines and somehow found a way to get to the ride exit instead.

He had the goofiest ride photos. Either his face was completely pulled back by air, or his eyes were squinted as his mouth made a kiss face.

and that's all! thanks for reading. I'll make a 2nd part soon :)

[roses-of-the-romanovs]

If you were to go back in time and get NAOTMAA and bring all seven to the present and get to spend a week with each of them, what would you get to do?

What a wonderful question! This is hard, though, because often when I think of something fun, I suddenly realize that Alexandra probably won't have the greatest time, and I want them all to have fun.

So for the first day, I think undoubtedly the best option would be first to get a little lapdog for Alexandra, and then go to the tennis courts. While it still wouldn't be the best arrangement for Alexandra, considering how much the family loved tennis, she would probably be used to not being to participate, so it wouldn't hurt as badly, and hopefully the little doggie would keep her entertained. If she wanted to, she might join in (only if she was feeling well-enough). I also think it would be so entertaining to see what the Romanovs think of our modern tennis rackets and courts and playing styles! (Also if I could beat any of them in a game. Probably not.)

The second day, we're off to an amusement park! Again, this isn't the greatest for Alexandra or tbh, Nicholas, but I'll find a nice, closed off bench if they don't feel up to the challenge. But I really want to know how OTMAA react to roller coasters! I wonder who would be the most scared, who would be the most excited (Anastasia and Alexei would probably show it the most!), and who would refuse to get on.

The third day, I’ll send them off to the library, firstly to find books about themselves, and then to use the computers to see all the Tumblr blogs about them ;) I wonder if they would be amazed?

The fourth day, I'll sit down and ask them a million questions. What are their favorite colors? Favorite dresses? What colors dresses did they wear? What was the "imperceptible cut" of each that Mossolov wrote about? Who are their best friends? Were they really that isolated? What did they think of each other? What nicknames did they use for each other? (Olga constantly refers to Anastasia as Nastasia in writing, did she do that in real life too?)

The fifth day, I think it would be a good idea to watch a documentary about them! It might be interesting to see how they react. Although I'm not sure I want to put Nicholas (and especially not Alexandra) over the pain of the abdication again, and being called weak ... so maybe we'll just stop the video before it gets to those parts ...

The sixth and seventh day would be pretty low-key, I'd be gathering all my notes (on their personalities and the ways they'd talk, what they really looked like as in their coloring, and the gestures they used; was Maria more sweet or stubborn, really--what was Tatiana like to talk to?) and have Alexandra teach me tatting and sewing before I'd bid them a final goodbye ...

[karchuckles]

A Muse's Death

( I always wondered if I would ever post any of my writing on here. That is if anyone would ever read it😅it always had scenarios of what it was like for the gods when a mortal lover died, especially when they were younger...so I wrote it. It is and was a roller coaster to write. I didn't make a name for the woman or design besides the eyes cause I couldn't think of a good one sorry )

Also the poseidon in this is based off of @neal-illustrator Poseidon but younger if that makes sense

(ENJOY)

At the beginning, when man and Gods were oh so connected, there was once love. The ocean, a bringer of life and beauty, could also be a harbinger of destruction and death. Even under all of that however, a young heart was present. A heart that bled, loved, and sometimes yearned.

A young woman, beautiful as the sun reflecting off of the surface of the cool ocean. Her eyes sparkled like gems in the radiant rays, lips as red as the succulent pomegranate. She had so much to be happy and grateful for. A loving Father and Mother, a thriving village, food and a home. But her young heart yearned for something she did not have yet; love. Someone to hold her, to share beautiful memories with, protect her and comfort her.

Everyday, without fail, she would visit the village's small Temple of Poseidon just off the beach. The young woman would speak to the God, bring him offerings with a smile and joy on her face, without fail. And everyday, without fail, he would be there. Listening, hiding in the shadows just out of her view. He did not want to scare the poor woman, as she had never truly laid eyes on him. Then, one day, he finally decided to reveal himself to this beautiful muse.

At first, the young woman was startled by the young man's sudden appearance. She had never seen him before, no clue as to who this stranger was. His eyes were a striking bright blue, long brown braids framed his chiseled face, and a small beard adorned his chin. Their eyes met, and they gave a little smile to one another. She outstretched her hand to the young God, her eyes saying that she knew who he was. After a moment of hesitation, he took her hand and left the Temple with the young woman.

The young God and young woman talked for hours, hand in hand, about themselves and anything and everything. Only when the moon hung above them in the heavens did they depart from one another. With a small kiss and a promise that they would see each other again, he returned to the duties of his domain. For two years, in between his duties and hers, the young lovers saw each other almost everyday. Each day was filled with new stories, adventures, and talk of dreams and plans for the future. As the seasons changed, the young lovers grew closer and closer. Everything seemed...perfect.

But as we all know, every beginning has an ending. And sometimes, it's not the happy ending we hope for I'm afraid dear readers

After a long 3 months of the young God's duties taking all of his time for his beautiful muse, he finally made his way to her village. On the journey there, the God passed a ship with men loudly celebrating a recent victory. They had many spoils to bring back to their homeland. However, some of the spoils caught the young God's eye. It looked familiar in some way to him. It was at that moment that one of the boisterous men held up a clay vase in victory. The art on the vase was unmistakable, it was from his muse's home Temple.

He raced across the water's surface, his breath catching in his throat. Voices began to ring through his mind.

What have they done? Why did I stay away? You're not going fast enough Poseidon, GO FASTER!

The young God's heart stopped as the sight before him unfolded in his mind. Fire, destruction, death everywhere he looked. The once thriving village was now nothing but ruins and a waste land. The smell was sickening, and the silence deafening. He ran through the rubble and carnage, tears filling his eyes as he searched each person's face. It had already turned to night fall, the roaring fires helping to illminate the gruesome sight. His heart raced with every step he took, and with every face he saw, the voices grew louder.

Where is she?

His eyes darted, blurred from the tears threatening to escape, then stopped in shock. The young God's gold blood run cold as a trail of blood became clear in his vision. The voices were thunderous now.

No, please...

His breathing hitch as he ran, following the trail.

Please, not her.

The Temple came into view as he stopped. It had been desecrated beyond recognition, vases and offerings were destroyed and thrown in all directions. The trail led into the now destroyed temple. A faint light emitted from inside, a single lit torch remained on the wall. As he stepped into the doorway, his breath halted as the same tears he held in ran down his cheeks.

No no NO!!!

Illuminated by the single untouched torch, there laid his muse. She was reaching for the ocean, her hand outstretched onto the floor as the pool of blood made a dark abyss underneath her. Her body, once full of life, now laid bare, degraded, bruised and full of holes. The young God's body shook as sickening sobs left his body.

"This can't be true! No please wake up! "

He held her close, shaking her endlessly while he begged, pleaded even, for her to wake up. His chest was tight, he couldn't see straight, this wasn't the same pain as his father gave him. What was this?

"What is this?! Why does it hurt?! Wake up please!! My muse, please!!! "

His sobs and pleads were unheard as it echoed throught the empty village. He held her tightly, not wanting to believe that she was really gone. He looked into her eyes, the life gone from her beautiful eyes. A new voice entered the young God's mind.

They must BLEED, they must BURN...

The God's sorrow changed into a burning rage. His heart, now as black as the deepest depths of his domain, a raging fire stronger than the ones outside. He laid his muse down, placing one last kiss on her lips, now blue and cold. The voice rung again, this time a little louder as the young God stood.

Make those pigs BLEED

He stepped out of the Temple, glancing one last time at the young woman. Tears still fell from his eyes, but now he felt numb. He stepped into the water, his body changing as he went in deeper. His eyes burned bright blue, his body as black as the shadows, and monstrous claws sprung from his fingers. He slung below the surface, racing to where the vessel was last seen.

They took her from you

The ship came into view, a fire now lit on the vessel as the sound of celebration still rung in the air.

Your muse

He raced closer to the vessel as the voice became louder

They BEAT her

MURDERED her

DEGRADED. HER.

He grit his teeth as he lifted out of the water, the side of the sickening vessel only inches from him. Time seemed to stop around the young God. The voice spoke again, only this time, more sinister.

Are you going to allow that, Oh Powerful King of the 7 seas, Oh Lord Poseidon?

No. He would not. The young God erupted from the black ocean, his body growing to monstrous sizes, almost reaching the heavens themselves. The ocean roared and tossed as the God readied his trident, storm clouds forming in the skies. He looked down on the vessel, the once joyful men now frozen with fear plastered on their faces. He felt nothing as he swung his sharp claws and bludgeoned the ship with his trident until nothing but bodies and wreckage was left.

As he stood there, looking at what he had done, an uncontrollable sobs left his body as he fell to his knees on the surface of his ocean. The rain fell harder as the God's body shook and jolted with every sound that escaped him.

"They will NEVER hurt me like this again. " He looked out at his domain, the water now slightly calmer. "They WILL respect me, and they will FEAR me. " His rage needed to be known. These nuisances would never hurt him again. "This is the last time you foolish mortals EVER TAKE ANYTHING FROM ME!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I AM POSEIDON, KING OF THE 7 SEAS, EARTHSHAKER, AND I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!! "