#risetherivermoon

[risetherivermoon]

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Trudy was once a woman. A real woman. Trudy Douglas had aspirations, opinions, ideas, a high school diploma. She liked to dance and had a warm smile. Her hair was red like a flame, her pale skin scattered with freckles like stars. She had beautiful green eyes…or maybe they were blue? Blue, yes they were blue. She had beautiful blue eyes, the color of the summer sky. Her lips were a nice red color, plump and pretty looking. She was a gentle soul, a small thing.

Tucker Trout had met her directly after high school. Trudy was a waitress at a diner down the road in Peachyville. It was an early morning…or it might have been later, or perhaps it wasn't even day at all. But she was humming and dancing along to the jukebox in the corner and Tucker had been working hard on an invention the whole night before. Or maybe day. She had been sweet, a nice smile and cutesy voice, he learned her name because it was printed on her name tag. Trudy.

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heres that trout family angst oneshot i promisedddd

i adore trudy so much

[murderoushagthesequel]

happy new years!

thank you to each and every one of you for making this year special :) i know this account has died down quite a lot over the past few months but i honestly treasure every moment it's brought me

i've met so many amazing people, some of the best friends i've ever had and the love of my life, i've grown as a person and become more comfortable in my art and my writing, and i've been able to connect with myself better

this is not me saying goodbye by any means i'm just reflecting and so grateful for the impact tumblr has had on my 2023

reading and writing fanfiction, making fanart, engaging in the tumblr marauders fandom, and branching out improved my year and helped me through some really tough times so thank you :)

thank you for helping me make this a year i've enjoyed looking back on

i love you all!!

see you soon,

hag <3

a few people who (knowingly or not) made my year: @where-is-vivian @effiepotterisamilf @malakiwis @definitelynotttheo @not-rab @lostforgottenspaces @risetherivermoon @mo0n-water @calamitoustide @withtheoldstars @idkkkjustgay @vini213 @aroacelilyevans @artbyace @olivers-cocoapuffs @apricusapollo @floralembarrassment @ye-olde-trojan-horse @bellathethirstybitch @greenvlvetcouch @nothing-like-a-mad-woman @itsm3m00n @underburningstars @casstration @oesker @deadly-moonlit-embarrassment

[lilyofthevalleyys]

Part 1 of my twitter au!

(thank you to my darling @risetherivermoon for the idea and helping me)

[mo0n-water]

hey guys...

you like rosekiller? you like lesbians?

well, do i have the fic for you!

introducing... stuck in your teeth! by your very own. it's a lesbian rosekiller fic. ALSOOOO @risetherivermoon drew some amazing art for it, so you better check that out as well... they blew my fucking mind with that & it was so fun to work with him.

(also, this is the consequence of the life-altering art that @yashaur did of lesbian rosekiller, so please check that out as well. it lives rent free in my brain)

[seductive-snail]

I love my birthday gift sm @risetherivermoon

[limetimo]

3 WIP tag game

Rules: Post snippets/screenshots/etc. from three of your WIPs!  Art or Fic! Tag as may people as you like!

It is not an uncommon occurrence that a person waking up from an afternoon nap comes to consciousness like a newborn to the world.

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“Sirius tells me you have nightmares, any of that today?” he asked conversely. Potter paused his disoriented search for his wand.  “Sirius told you?” “He’s putting together an introduction to Occlumency for you, but until then,” Regulus chucked the other items he’d brought at the boy, “your new dream journal.” The brat didn’t even look at the dark blue journal Regulus had generously hand-selected from his collection. “Sirius knows I’m here?” “Of course not.” Regulus pointed at the sign, “Keep up. Either the nightmares are normal bad dreams, in which case the Dreamless Sleep will tide you over; or it’s some divination fuckery. Or a secret third option, or a mix of factors. In every case keeping track of what  you dreamt when  will help us figure it out.”

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no pressure tag: @eternalomen @tired-dhampir, @inc0rrect, @lostforgottenspaces @merlins-sequined-hotpants @kat-m-toast, @quillinhand @definitelynotttheo @ifonlyicouldbeastar @lemongrass77777 @celestemagnoliathewriter @risetherivermoon @midnightstargazer @diah-the-demon @lovesickpdf @artemislosthunter, @sageskisses444, @callmejud3 @fefifofae @nunsdontworkonsundays @moonagebooklover, @euphorial-docx, @deadly-moonlit-embarrassment @deadgayfurrywizardsinthe70s, @wanderingdonut @queerregulusablack @charmsandtealeaves @ghaniblue @ncoincidences @lifeandlies-of-regulusblack @leogichidaa @flowercrown-bard @probablydeadbynow, @yoqri @cashewsaremyfavoritetho @tiredandcaffeinated @johnnyslittlemonster @not-rab @trashmeowcan, @hostileplanets, @hoffelstar @werewolfenthusiast @nightshift-clocking-in @kirsten-is-writing @aalinaaaaaa

[aceofwhump]

Hey ace! I was wondering if you had any recs for me for a somewhat specific whump. I was looking for Good Omens fics where Crowley gets whumped post s2 while Aziraphale is in heaven. It's okay if Aziraphale still ends up showing up (I'd prefer it actually) but ideally Aziraphale is still more or less unaccessible to Crowley at first. Wips acceptable

Than you!!

I do have a few recs for you to check out. Not sure how much they fit what you're looking for but they are post season 2 Crowley whump focused. Most are emotional whump. Sad depressed Crowley. After watching season 2 when it came out I immediately went looking for hurt Crowley post season 2 fics lol. Here's what I've found:

So Someone With Your Eyes Might Come In Time by risetherivermoon Summary: Really, Crowley has changed since Aziraphale returned. He wasn't expecting any different, he expected that Crowley would never speak to him again, actually. He had been more shocked when Crowley had gone back to their old routine, but Aziraphale went along with it. He didn't want to push him, if that was how they’d go about it, then well…he’d wait another 6,000 years for Crowley to be ready. But, after the conversation today, Aziraphale understands more. Crowley is…scared.

If You Need To, Darling, Lean Your Weight On me by risetherivermoon Summary: Crowley doesn't think, he doesn't even question why he does so. But he's standing in front of Aziraphale’s bookshop, with not a particular reason as to why. Outside, on the sidewalk of the busy London street, he glances a bit around, folding his arms to his chest. It's cold, the middle of fall, about to be winter. He's never taken a liking to the cold, he's a bit sensitive to it if he's honest. He's tired, even though he doesn't need to sleep, he feels exhausted. He really could go for a good nap in the Bentley right now, but for some reason, he's standing here, on the sidewalk. He looks to the coffee shop, ‘Give Me Coffee Or Give Me Death!’ He can see Nina behind the counter, talking to a customer, the usual mildly pissed off expression on her face. She meets his eyes for a moment and waves politely. Crowley looks away, scowling at the ground. He glances at Maggie’s record store, and he doesn't see anyone inside, so he just shakes his head out, as if to shake any of the feelings left inside him. or; A post s2 ep6 fix it fic, with crowley coming into the bookstore after having a nightmare and aziracrow finally talk to eachother

the adventures of mr crowley and his new angel friend by enbymegumi Summary: Crowley doesn’t leave the sofa for three days. His mood gets suctioned into the weather and influences it to become a non-stop torrential downpour, lights flickering throughout all the shops on the street. Even the lilies Muriel had so lovingly decorated the bookshop with are wilting into messy heaps of rotting plant matter by the windowsills. “Anthony J. Crowley!” Muriel yells, on the morning of the fourth day. Startled out of his stupor, Crowley finally looks up from his pile of blankets. Muriel cracks a smile. “We’re having a holiday.” or, the author very violently and aggressively projects onto crowley, shakes him like a maraca and then holds him at gunpoint to find at least one other friend who isn't aziraphale. it works. kind of.

Meanwhile the World Goes On by lineslines Summary: Crowley looked at him. He was still wearing his suit, there was tartan in it, but it had become polished, the worn edges returned to pristine, boring perfection. He looked too prim. Proper. Perhaps this hurt most of all. (Crowley is on earth, Aziraphale is not. Meanwhile the world goes on. Plans, great and possibly ineffable, are set into motion. They are--always, inevitably--drawn back together. Long before reconciliation, long before they can bear it. The only thing they can bear less is staying apart. Oh, and Heaven seems to have misplaced Jesus.)

Growing Pains by hope_in_the_dark Summary: “So if he comes back, you’ll… what? Take him into your arms, let him back into your life? No questions asked?” Crowley grunted. The therapist — Mark, Nina had said — was sitting forward in his chair, looking at Crowley with a kind smile and wide eyes. He was what the humans would call ‘emotionally intelligent.’ Crowley was looking to tap into a little of that.————Crowley goes to therapy, because he needs it. This is a story of healing, learning, growing, and an eventual happy ending. Post-Season-2.

How's the View by Etheostoma Summary: “May I come in?” Crowley blinked. “No,” he declared, and slammed the door in Aziraphale’s face. “May I come in?” he mimicked, scrunching up his nose and raising his voice. “No you bloody well may not,” he yelled at the door, before dropping the glass to shatter across the unforgiving concrete floor.

Innocence died screaming (honey ask me, I should know) by dreadfullypanicked Summary: “Care about me? What a dumb thing to do, to care about a demon.” He grumbled, body going limp against the floor. Nina crouched beside him, attempting to look him in his serpent eyes. “We care about our friend, you dense fool. Demon or otherwise.” She stated, reaching up to grab the glass of water from the side table. Crowley’s head slowly rose to look at the group around him, taking in each of their worried expressions before turning to Nina. “Friend?” It was the only word he could force his blank mind to form. “Yes. Friend. Reverted to caveman days have we? Here, drink this.” Or, Soho residents try their best to make a local sad-boy demon learn how to live for himself before he sleeps himself into oblivion, but how will their efforts affect the ineffability of Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship?

[lostforgottenspaces]

NEW FIC

hello, hello, me and the amazing @risetherivermoon have written a fic together!! it's been so much fun and we posted the first chapter just now, so you should all go read it

it's a Darksun hogwarts fic that explores Barty's relationship with his childhood best friends, James, Peter and Marlene. it also features some Moonwater as well as some more minor ships like Dorlene.

im so hyped about this, working on it with Sock has been epic and i can't wait to see where it goes. ily bestie <33

fic link:

[lemongrass77777-moved]

Last Line Tag

Thanks @malakiwis for tagging me!

Rules: Make a new post and post your latest line from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words/feels right to you

It was maybe two years old at most, and Sirius wasn’t lying about its teeth.

Tagging: @mo0n-water @rotisserierye @risetherivermoon @siriusly-sapphic @drownedlove @seductive-snail @vini213 @runwiththerain @lesbianmckinnonn @nightskystarsandmoon

[iheartmoons]

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity!!

ayyy icba to keep putting these in others' ask boxes, so if you see this, you can just do it too if you want

the moon

my Hoodie

the shark meme thing of sock's (@risetherivermoon)

ddtk (my fic)

this love by taylor swift

[blu3st4rzsysbl0g]

System Intro ⭐️

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Hi! we're the blue system! (also known as the blue stars system) this a blog we use to post about system things! although two of our alters Sock & AL/Autumn have a fandom acc ( @risetherivermoon ) where they solely post abt fandom things

we use this blog as a way to journal abt our day and different system related things, as well as a space for our alters to feel more free to do whatever they want

we have OSDD 1b, we are not a qna blog do not ask us things abt did/osdd do your own research or ask other systems who do like answering those types of questions! we are bodily 15, our collective prns are They/He, you can refer to us as Blue in collective terms, we are traumagenic (we dont want to get into syscourse or anything, but we do not support endogenics, please just refrain from interacting with us) and that is all we are willing to share online atm

some of our alters use pseudonyms online instead of their actual names depending on their comfort levels, if an alter wishes to not be referred to as at all we'll call them 'Headmate' or simply not mention them at all, our littles will never have their names said, we will either use pseudonyms or be referred to as 'Little' if we DO post about them which we do not aim to

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Some Fun Facts About Us

Frequent Fronters: AL, Sock, Ashton,

Fandoms we are/were a part of: Dungeons And Daddies, Marauders Era, Stranger Things, DSMP, Good Omens, etc

(disclaimer: we do not support JK Rowling, The DSMP (Wilbur Soot, Dream, Gnf, etc), and Stranger Things (Brett Gelman, Noah Schnapp, etc) some of these communities are simply listed because we have alters from these sources in our system, regardless if we are still active or engaged with these communities or works)

Important Alters/Protectors: Ashton, Milo, AR, Sam,

List of things Sock has referred to us as to his friends: "The Voices" "The Skeletons in My Closet" "My Bros" "Sock AND Friends" "Little Fuckers" "Brain Cells"

We have known we're a system for almost 4 years!

Discord: bluestarsss_

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[risetherivermoon]

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heeyy tumblr ppl, ive been neglecting yall for a bit because ive been grinding for artfight,

but heres chapter two of the EDS/disabled glenn au fic! enjoy!

[risetherivermoon]

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Fate really had a twisted sense of humor when it came to a one Glenn Close. He was getting used to being its mangled punching bag, getting his teeth knocked out then standing up, giving it a thumbs up and saying ‘It’s alright, I deserved that one.’ Sure it was exhausting, but if he was oblivious and thought he didn't deserve any of it, he’d be focusing way too much on life’s unfair trials over actually having a life.

There are a lot of shit things that have happened to Glenn, between the chronic illness, the divorced parents, hateful mother, absent father, dead wife, etc. But really, the hardest thing he’s ever had to face is Nicholas Close’s sad puppy eyes. Glenn loves his son, has never been ashamed of that, and it’s really only more noticeable when Nick is able to bend him at his will. Glenn has never claimed to have will power, and Nick does get his charm from his Dad.

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heeyy yall remember that character study, disabled glenn fic i talked about a bit ago??? here it is!!

feat some glorgan & cloakson stuff

[risetherivermoon]

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“If not the FBI, where would you be?”

“Dead.” Lark answers far too quick. He swallows hard. “I’d be dead.”

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cannibal glark? yes, the nbc hannibal glark au is here!! first chapter has been uploaded :)

hope yall enjoyy, as this is extremely self indulgent lmao

also i havent posted a fic in a while soooo

[risetherivermoon]

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He rubs at his eyes with the heels of his hands as the sound of an echoey laugh track fills the room. He takes his hands away, his eyes widening as they adjust and see Hermie standing above him. The Goof portal closes behind them and the laugh track stops.

“Hey,” Hermie says, folding their arms as they look Normal over. With judgment to be specific, or some kind of judgement. Hermie’s all goof-ed out right now, their second set of eyes on display, as well as their tail and long pointed ears. They don't have any makeup on though, and they’re just wearing a DC Robin (…or one of the Robins at least) t-shirt and jean shorts that hang a bit below their knees, as well as their bangs being put back with a headband. Normal doesn't say anything for a while and neither do they, just staring up at them with confusion. “You weren't at school.” They say, shrugging. Normal raises his eyebrows.

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oakworthy!!! the sillies!! heres a nice little oneshot for em

where norm doesn't show up at school so hermie goes to his FUCKING HOUSE

also i realized i put hermie in jorts for this...god...

[risetherivermoon]

oh hey btw i posted like two chapters of the disabled (EDS) glenn au like a few days ago but forgot to tell you tumblr peeps abt it,

so here is me posting abt it lmao