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NEW ONE REAL

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Masterlist of Writing

Oh my goodness this took so long to finish haha! Anyways this is a compilation of everything I've written so far, it will be updated as I go along.

Hello, and welcome to my blog! I'm Leah, a sometime writer and animator, who's also a massive fan of CJ Cherryh! I'd be honoured if you read any of my stuff, and even more so if you like it :) To any other writers reading this, feel free to tag me in any games or send me asks! Here's an about me tag game I once did :)

I also have a sideblog where I post random stuff and reblog other people's works, it's @leahpardo-pa-potato

Worldbuilding:

Geography

OCs

Linguistic Post

Linguistics Part 2!

Hygiene, Healthcare and Hieroglyphs

Ceredell

High Fantasy:

The Holy Crusader (1k)

Honey-cake (1k)

Deer-shade (2k)

A Thousand Lives (1k)

My Worst Nightmare (1k)

Tabitha-Who-Saw-the-gods (3k)

The Fae Prince (2k)

Lich-Queen:

Parts 1-7, consolidated!

The Oracle and the King (aka the story of Iraela's sister)

The Godhuntress & the Void:

The End of the World (1k)

The Beginning of the World (2k)

Old Friends (1k)

For Want of a Flower (2k, sequel to Old Friends)

(<1k)

Spirits:

The Spirit Emperor (3k)

No (1k)

Merida (3k)

History (Not a lorepost) (2k, commentary included)

Attempts at fluff/Writing experiments:

Pt 1 (fluff)

Pt 2(angst)

Ones Such As Us (romance)

Snippets of my novel:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 8 (Part 7 doesn't exist)

Part 9

Part 10

Bad End

Part 11

Urban Fantasy:

Tituba and the Darkness (1k)

It watched me without eyes (1k)

Now, now Dearie (1k)

The Devil Drives a Good Bargain (<1k)

Goodbye (1k)

A Tale For A Mouse

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Convenience Store Vampire:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10- Epilogue

A Perfectly Normal Schoolgirl:

The Full Thing

The Unwanted Visitor:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 (Final)

The Saga of Maizen, Shatterer of Worlds

Rage

The Serpent, part 1

Part 2

Part 3

The Wanderer:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Impossibility

(Currently in the process of getting a side story on this published :))

Homesick

Fast Food:

Childhood

Adolescence

Travels

Non-fiction:

On Reading

Bird In a Cage

Dawn

Crumpling Butterflies

Expressions

Love

Hate

Box

Misc:

Mahogany (IDK what genre, <1K)

God (Sci-fi, 1k)

Spirit of the Hole in the Wall (Horror, 1k)

An Explorer's Log (Sci-fi, <1k)

Heroes (Superhero, 4k)

False-Moon (Fantasy but unrelated to everything else, 1k)

Lantern (fantasy unrelated to anything else, 3k)

Envy (genreless, <1k)

Have a nice day! (Joke)

Grass (NSFW, gore)

Take and Give (horror)

How to Become a Hero (don't ask)

FAQ:

Q: I'm new to your work... Where should I start?

A: I would recommend The Spirit Emperor as an intro to the universe, and Old Friends as an intro to my writing style!

Q: What is your favourite work?

A: It's not similar to anything else I've written, and the last bits aren't that great, but I have a personal soft spot for Heroes

Q: Have you looked into the Void that lies beyond all things?

A: No. And I'd recommend you don't either.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

It ain't over 'til the Old Crow sings.

This is the concluding story to go along with the Two Ravens at the Writing Desk blog event! Please note, I was not able to respond to all interaction requests, as many were submitted after the period of acceptance and/or disregarded other event rules.)

Does Two of us make a Murder of Crows? … Or an Unkindness of Ravens?

The Newspaper Club's office was a hub of activity. When its door was cracked open, the smell of fresh paper and ink would greet visitors. The murmurs of concentration and furious keyboard clacking of its members, the organization's calling card.

Raven was fond of it.

She tended to skitter on the outskirts of the club, observing as students drifted in and out, sometimes lugging supplies or equipment with them. Too shy to ask if she could pitch in, too scandalized at the thought of the boys staring at her if she entered.

And so she remained, watching.

Raven peered around her secretive corner. Today, there was a cluster of club members outside the office, caught up in a heated debate. One of them--the leader?--had a thick packet in hand and a frown on his face.

"We can't print this," he was saying, waving the papers around.

"If we don't, he'll be on our asses," protested another member. "Let's just suck it up and send it into the printing press."

"Where's your journalistic integrity, man?!" a third demanded.

"We've put out crappier stuff before," a fourth shrugged. "Remember that article about the seven greatest unsolved mysteries on NRC campus? As if most of us don't already know."

"It's not the same thing," the leader shot back. "That was one piece. This is an entire issue. You really want to flush down our rep?!"

Oh dear, it looks like they've run into some sort of trouble. I wonder what's wrong...? Raven leaned a little closer, cupping an ear.

"What are we going to do" The club leader worriedly paced around. "We don't have much time before the deadline comes up on us... Oh, hmm?"

He cocked his head, noticing a flicker of movement around the corner. "Is that...?"

Raven startled. I've been spotted!

"Excuse me!" To her horror, the club leader approached and called out to her. "You are... the headmaster's something-or-other, right? Someone who can speak to him on our behalf."

"Er, yes. I-I suppose that's true." She tried to control her nerves by smoothing out her skirt, but found herself anxiously wringing the hem of it.

"Great! See, the headmaster proposed running a special edition in the campuswide newspaper. In honor of NRC's founding month, he said," the club leader explained. "Front to back, the whole works. The only problem is... well, see for yourself."

He offered his packet. It was about the width of a modest novel and bulged with additional sticky notes and photographs shoved inside of the stack.

One glimpse at the cover page, and Raven instantly understood what was happening.

Oh, Uncle. You just can't stay out of trouble, can you?

"You wanted the school newspaper to have a Crowley-themed edition for March... Have you gone mad?!"

"I thought it would be an earnest and approachable way for the student body to get to know their headmaster," Crowley faintly defended himself. "And you did tell me to pen some writing by my own hand. Does it not make sense to publish those works in a publicly accessible source?"

Raven held her head in her hands. A migraine was coming on, steady but piercing.

"Please do not impose your agenda on a student-run organization. It is meant to be a forum that promotes freedom of expression, not for personal vanity projects!!

"There are other avenues you could use for publications if you want an 'earnest and approachable' image. For example..." She produced her phone, pulling up Magicam via an app. Personal blogs, social media accounts... There are many other places.

"Oh." Crowley cupped his chin. "I was not aware."

"Many students are on Magicam, so if you want to be relatable this may be a good starting point. Perhaps it's not the best for posting written works, but surely you could take pictures of your daily activities and briefly caption them."

"Well, why didn't you say so sooner? Nothing could be simpler, my dear niece!" The headmaster beamed, displaying his pointed, pearly canines.

“I wish you’d explored these options first,” she sighed. “Then we could have avoided this almost-disaster altogether.”

Her guardian was already preoccupied with his own phone now. Typing in information, fishing up the most photogenic pictures from his album to slap on. A few minutes into setting up his account, Crowley paused. He eyed his child the same way a hawk might eye a scurrying field mouse.

“… What is it now?” Raven asked, dreading the worst.

“Oh, I was just thinking about what my first post should be. Something that says a lot about me and where my values lie. I know exactly what to use: a family photo!"

She raised a brow.

Crowley shoved the rejected proposal packet back into his niece's hands. He then shuffled next to her, holding his phone out--the camera, flipped--and made a peace sign with the other.

A bolt of panicked realization raced through her. "Uncle... you don't mean--"

"Fufufu. Say 'cheese', Raven-kun!"

CLICK!

The headmaster's first post would go up around midnight. Under the picture of a jovial crow and a befuddled raven was a very telling statement.

So glad to have such bright young minds steering the way to the future~ Proud to be the headmaster of NRC 🐦‍⬛

[maskedemerald]

Weaving Webs CH9

Here is chapter nine of my Invisobang fic! Enjoy the hardest chapter to write and some Danny POV!

The wonderful @pricklenettle did some fantastic art that you'll see embedded through out the first half of the fic so if you haven't seen it go check out their blog now!

You can check out the fic here or on AO3!

If you like this consider dropping us both a follow!

Warnings: Body horror, manipulation, Spectra is her own content warning, Burns, Spider - for like 2 chapters then it goes away.

The Fenton parents were there when the accident happened, they saw Danny die in an act of sabotage. Now they’re just trying to go on with the strange ghost that is all that's left of Danny. While their old college friend is wondering where the subjects of his revenge are.

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Chapter Nine

Fizzt fizzt, the old screen crackled flickering with sparks of white in the black between his fingers. He chewed on its corners. Night, like night. He frowned, eyes cast towards the window. Blocked, hide, Mom said he had to hide. There was still light escaping through the gaps. Not night yet. He was bored. Night meant stars. Not that he could see. Hiding. Sneak a peek while everyone’s eyes were closed. He grumbled a bunch of crackles as he curled around Jazz before starting up a more constant rumbling. She crackled back. Better. Leaving soon. Miss having her.

He startled, loud chime. Door. Guests. Hide even more. Mom said. Worried about him. They’d take him. Take Jazz. Then he couldn’t keep safe. Jazz untangled herself from him. He whined and flickered out of sight.

Mom got there first. Guest? Unfamiliar voice. Sharp cold that stuck in his visor. There was something in his house. Looked human. Wasn’t.

“Dr Spectra? What are you doing here?” Jazz asked. Irritated. Fake.

“Oh you must be the school counselor?” Mom started.

“I’m here to check up on your brother. A wellness check considering how you yourself are doing.” False smile. False cheer. He agreed with Jazz, she was irritating.

“He’s fine.” Jazz replied, firm. Want gone.

“What Jazz means is Danny is fine but not really well enough for visitors.” Mom was more polite, worry.

“I would like to see that for myself.” She pushed her way into the house as if she had been let in.

“I’d rather you not!” Jazz snapped. “I’m not having you talk to him like you’ve been talking to me!”

“I don’t know what you mean. I’ve been helping you. You just don’t understand that.” she waved her off. Sour, liar.

“I think I understand very well.” growled Jazz, he almost expected a flicker.

“Maybe we should get the authorities involved if you are going to refuse me?”

“Ah there’s no need for that… I’m sure we can work something out. Another time though, really Danny isn’t ready for…” Mom tried.

“It is rather neglectful to refuse letting a traumatized child talk to a therapist.”

Red, rage. Snapped thread. “Like hell you’re a therapist!” Jazz snapped.

He was angry too. Head hurt, sharp cold stuck. Building. This one had hurt Jazz. That wasn’t allowed. But he had to hide. Hold it in. He had to hold back. He growled a low crackling growl. Sharp cold slipped out. Too loud, too obvious. A sharp hiss, like boiling water. It curled in the air, too slow to fade. The threat’s eyes fixed on him. No through him. Still invisible. Still hidden.

“Oh what was that?” She stepped forward.

Jazz grabbed her arm. “Nothing, just an incense burner.”

“You really are a terrible liar.” She smirked, pulling her arm free and knocking Jazz to the ground.

Not accident. Intentional. “Oh, oh no. I am sorry. Mr and Mrs Fenton. I am concerned your daughter might be smoking. Leaving a lit one like that is such a fire hazard.”

Jazz bubbled with anger. Fear, from his family. Satisfied feeling. Not his. Someone else consuming. No, those were his. She didn’t get to do that. He didn’t even get to do that. They didn’t like it. He stopped. Safe feelings only! Not allowed. Not human. Not like family. No need to hide. Need to defend his.

Danny charged as she held out a hand to help Jazz up. False. Pretend. Would hurt her again. He lunged between them, returning to visibility with a vicious crackling. Aura expanding. Defensive, protective, angry.

“Danny” Jazz hissed.

The intruder’s face cracked with a toothy grin. Dangerous. “So this is the dirty little secret that you’ve been hiding.” A feeling of victory. “How disgusting that you keep him around like that, no better than just parading his corpse around really.”

“How dare you!” Mom snapped, her body lowered. Tense. Ready. Attack intended.

“He’s more… he’s still here. It's not disgusting.” Jazz defended.

Her eyebrows raised. “Wait? You’re ghost hunters, are you really keeping the little ghost like a pet?” crackling laughter.

“Danno’s not a pet and we… we’re not hunters, not anymore. Right Mads!” Dad said.

“Ghost scientists then.” she waved her hand. “Maybe it was intentional? You have two children, it makes sense really. Kill one and then whala you have a ghost to study. Not like you need two.”

Anger, rage. “Never.” Dad growled.

“How dare you insinuate that.” Mom reached for her. Fast. Violent. Impact… no impact.

Her fist passed through. Not human

“You! You’re a ghost! That’s why you kept it cold,” Jazz said with a sharp woosh of air, gas. Shock, bitter, anger.

“Wow, you would think the child of ghost hunters would figure that out faster,” Spectra teased unfazed as pistols were turned on her, “Oh well I suppose there’s no more need to play nice.”

She shrugged and then her skin seemed to unravel, peeling away against the licking of black flames that ignited across her body. She seemed to expand. The room darkened. Shadows blending. No, she couldn’t do that. This was his house. His space. It should bend to him not her.

“Bertrand, feel free to join the fun.” she called out.

Another intruder faded in. Shorter, shifting. Leopard. Danny growled, he’d missed the second one.

“About time. I have been so bored.” He grinned as the dark swallowed him and the rest of the room. Leaving them only what Danny’s aura could fight off. He flared. Family shivered, he hated that.

Danny growled defensively at the dark behind them, tail swishing. Hovering close to his family. Green shot over his shoulders into nebulous dark. Too dark. Not night. No stars. Dark flames flickered and reached out snatching at Jazz’s legs. Would be easier if she didn’t have those. She still needed them. He snarled, pulling her away, snapping at the black. Was it edible? Could he deal with it that way? Smelt like batteries. He wasn’t allowed batteries. He held her close, guarding. Safe.

“You really think that little monster is a good thing to have around your still living daughter.” The voice echoed out of the dark. Laughing. Smug.

“Danno’s a Fenton! He won’t hurt her! He’s a good ghost!” Dad snapped back, right. Danny wouldn’t.

“He might be harmless now but it's only a matter of time.” The green coloured leopard that was Bertrand leapt from the shadows lunging at them. “Just look at Bertrand here. Look at me even” Dad’s shots went wide as he scrambled to dodge the ghost. Red eyes hung behind Mom and clawed hands reached out. Danny lunged, snapping, unwrapping from Jazz. Shouldn’t, shouldn’t. Bad. Couldn’t be in two places.

Hands pulled back. Mom shot blindly into the dark. He curled round her defensively. Too many to protect. Too many places to be.

“Pathetic, you aren’t really that good at this whole ghost hunting thing.” Spectra taunted from the shadows. “Missing someone?”

Danny whipped round. Mom, Dad… no Jazz. Jazz was gone. Stolen. He screeched. Or tried, it came out weirdly quiet. Just the phone speaker. She’d stolen the house.

“Give her back!” Dad started blasting wildly. Danny growled and bit at the shadows with glass teeth.

“Some parents you are. Letting your daughter get taken so easily” Bertrand taunted slipping out of the shadows.

“Back off! Give her back” Dad bellowed, blasting at the ghost.

Green seared and Bertrand snarled, leaping back into the shadow at the hit.

“And miss this tasty misery? Not happening.”

Danny resisted the urge to chase. He flitted between his parents, staying close and growling like grinding gears. He wanted to save Jazz but that would mean leaving someone unprotected. If he stuck close to Mom then Dad wasn’t safe. The same in reverse. He couldn’t stay near both. Not when the two in the shadows were driving them apart with attacks.

He was knocked from the air by Bertrand’s pounce. He struggled and bit at the ghost pinning him down. The green tasted like the green he was both allowed and not allowed.

“Speaking of tasty, this ones pretty fresh. It's been a while since we’ve had a new ghost.” Bertrand sniffed.

Mom blasted him off with a well aimed shot, “stay away from him.”

Danny bolted up, darting over to her. Clinging close. His head swiveled till he found Dad. Good, no one else had been stolen while he was distracted. He couldn’t let that happen again.

They kept being pushed back, up the stairs. Shots firing. Danny hated. Hated feeling helpless. Couldn’t grab. The intruders mostly were too quick to bite. Useless. Unable to fight. Mom’s blaster beeped.

“Jack? Please tell me you left some more weapons up here?” she asked. Urgent, hopeful.

He shook his head, “not with Danno, some in the ops center I think.”

“Then we need to get there.”

Mom made a break for the upstairs. Dad followed behind blasting. Danny hated being stuck in the middle. He wanted to help. To protect. The ladder dropped.

“Trying to escape? Honestly, what kind of parents are you, abandoning your daughter?”

“We’re not!” Jack snapped.

“Jack, don’t listen to her!” Mom yelled blasting where she hung on the ladder.

“Right, right. We’ll get the weapons and then rescue Jazzy.” He clambered up and Danny clung to him defensively while it was harder for him to protect himself.

Mom slammed down the hatch after them. Danny was comforted by the static fuzz from nearby speakers and the light. He didn’t flicker that. That would scare his family. Even with that comfort he didn’t leave the hatch. Floating back and forth as Mom and Dad rummaged for weapons. Batteries. Anything. He wanted to go after Jazz. Not wait. But wait was needed.

It took far too long for Danny’s liking. He was grumbling frustratedly by the time Mom reopened the hatch. A snowstorm of static background noise filling the ops center. The bottom of the ladder was completely lost in the dark. Mom shot a few testing blasts into the dark. Nothing shifted. Nothing reacted. He whined as she started down. Shot down after her. Curling round her and casting a small light. Not safe.

Dad stepped onto the ladder. Dark shifted. Danny panicked. Wrong. Mistake. Shouldn’t have left. The ops center went dark and clawed hands pulled him back with a yelp.

“Jack!” Mom blasted into the opening hoping to hit spectra.

“Woops there goes the oaf. Bet you think you’ve got a better chance without him. How heartless.”

“Shut up.” Maddie growled.

“You can’t really not think that. He was pulling you down. Loud, obnoxious and incompetent. Everyone knows you’re far more capable.”

“We’re a team.” She defended.

“And yet alone you could just leave.”

The dark vanished, pulling back like it was peeling from the walls. There was the stairs back to the living room, clear as day. There was a silence. Danny snarled. Trick, lie. Wouldn’t leave Jazz and Dad anyway. Mom kept her weapon drawn as she approached the stairs. The way to the lab was still wrapped in shadow. Danny clung close as they approached. One left he could still protect.

“Please don’t let them have taken them through the portal.” She muttered.

Danny growled, not through. He hoped not. Portal was bad. Portal was dangerous. Portal hurt. Other side was curious but dangerous. Like stars. Interesting but not a good idea to try and touch. He curled round her as she stopped in front of the door.

She shifted trying to get out of his tangle. “Danny no, you can’t. You can’t come with me. I can’t lose you too.”

“Have to. Need to help. Keep safe.” Danny growled back with static.

“No, no. Don’t worry I’ve got this. You’ll be safe up here and I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Lie, need help. Not safe here either.” He whined.

Mom nervous, anxious. Fear. Glanced around. Sigh, “Okay, fine. I can’t leave you here either. She’d just pick us off the moment we split up. Stay close… and Danny if this goes wrong leave. Get help somehow but don’t get yourself… caught.”

“Help protect.” He grumbled.

He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to help. If she could lie then so could he. He nodded. He’d help. He’d protect. He’d watch her back as best he could. He wanted a better weapon than biting though.

Danny clung close to her as she descended into the lab. His glow barely piercing the dark. Mom scanned the dark for anything distinct. He couldn’t even see the portal. Shadows clung tight, not like the small bubble they’d been given before. All a game. Just toying with them.

“Foolish.” Spectra laughed. “You could have left. You could have saved yourself and yet you walk into the lion’s den to save them. How stupid.”

Bertrand lunged out of the shadows knocking Mom down the stairs. Clattering. Painful tumble. Thump. Danny screeched and rushed at the dark. He couldn’t see her. He heard the whine and zap of Mom’s pistol.

“Useless. Should have fled while you could. You know what that means for him right?” Bertrand chuckled a growl somewhere in the dark.

“He’s so fresh, just a few months. Oh how tender he’ll be.” claws grasped at him. “And how sweet your misery will be to see it happen.”

He lashed out at the grasping hands, his hands tingling. Burning cold. There was a flash and the intruder hissed. He launched himself in the direction of the hiss. Mom shot green blasts from somewhere. He had to help her. He had to fight. He caught sight of Bertrand. Too many limbs. Half way between the leopard he had been and something with far more legs. Too many eyes and insect like. He hit something. Sticky and tangling.

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[the-himawari]

A3! Promotion Event Translation - Haunted Western-style House (6/9)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Kazunari: Holy moly. The opening line to get in stretches forever!

Tsumugi: Look, Masumi-kun. There are a lot of couples.

Masumi: You’re right… there’s no mistake about it. This is a date spot.

Izumi: Great work, everyone.

Masumi: You’ve worked hard too, Director.

Izumi: As it was explained to me, the guides outside just have to maintain the lines and usher the visitors inside the mansion on time.

Juza: Got it.

Izumi: For the guides inside the mansion, once the visitors are inside, they’ll split into two groups and each group will be lead halfway through each route.

Mausmi: No problem.

Izumi: Alright then. Good luck, everyone!

Troupe members: Yeah!

Kazunari: Massu and I are starting off in the mansion, so let’s get moving~!

Masumi: Let’s go. Alright. I’ll be off, Director.

Izumi: Yep, take care. We’ll be counting on you two as the guides inside the mansion this morning!

Masumi: Leave it to me.

Kazunari: I’ll guide everyone perfectly, just like the mansion’s owner!

-pause-

Announcement: We apologize for keeping you waiting… We are now open…

Izumi: (It started…!)

Juza: Welcome to the Horror House. Please form two lines.

Visitor A: Wow, that’s awesome! Even the staff members fit the theme!

Visitor B: All their outfits are different. I wonder if they match the setting of this Horror House?

Tsuzuru: Please wait here for a moment until we invite you inside.

Izumi: (Their calm tone of voice and slow manner of speaking…) (It must be due to their costumes. Their roundabout way of speaking sounds typical of a horror house. Or rather, they speak like they’re acting out the roles of their costumes.)

Kumon: Thank you for your patience. We will guide all the visitors up to here into the mansion.

Tsumugi: The owner of the mansion is very much looking forward to meeting you… now then, please come inside…

-pause-

Tsumugi: I will be excusing myself now. I hope all of you return safely.

-pause-

Kazunari: Welcome to my humble mansion. My, my. It appears my friends are welcoming you as well.

Visitor D: Woah, it’s a ghost!

Visitor A: Eek, for real!

Visitor B: It’s see-through. Is it real…?

Masumi: (This is a ghost…? I didn’t think we’d get to see one so fast.)

Visitor C: Look closer. Isn’t it a projection?

Visitor D: Ah, you don’t say. I guess it’s a projection.

Kazunari: Hahaha. Now, now. I, this home’s owner, shall guide this group of guests from here. Let us head to the second floor…

Masumi: …I, the chief butler, shall guide the remaining guests. This building has a somewhat complex structure. Please follow behind me as to not get separated.

-pause-

Masumi: I will be leading you up to here. Please proceed from here on your own… …Once again, do be careful.

Visitor A: S-scary.

Visitor B: The chief butler’s expression sent a shiver down my spine.

Masumi: …

-pause-

Tsumugi: Great work, Masumi-kun. Is your break over?

Masumi: I’m done. Are you and Tsuzuru still guiding everyone outside?

Tsuzuru: Yeah. Juza just went for his break a moment ago. We’ll be taking care of this area until it’s our break time.

Masumi: I see.

Minato: *Sigh*. Kaname-chan, your hair and outfit both look so cute today… Could it be? Did you dress up for me?

Kaname: Huh? Not particularly…

Minato: I’m so happy. Ah, that reminds me. You made cookies for school the other day, right? I’d love for you to make some for me next time.

Kaname: Even though I’m not that good at baking?

Minato: I’d like to eat anything you make.

Kaname: R-really? If I feel like it then…

Tsuzuru: Is it just me or does that student… kind of sound like Masumi in the past?

Tsumugi: Ahaha… I suppose you can say they’re similar.

Masumi: Ha? We’re not alike at all.

-pause-

Tsumugi: Please wait a little longer.

Student A: Aren’t we gonna go in next?

Student B: I’m so nervous~.

Kaname: Me too…

Minato: Hold hands with me, Kaname-chan! It won’t be as scary that way. Also, I’d like to hold your hand.

Kaname: Huh? …T-that’s a bit…

Minato: Ahh… I get it. Sorry about that.

Masumi: …

-pause-

Minato: Um, excuse me…

Tsuzuru: What’s the matter?

Minato: I’d like to buy a drink, so can I leave from here…?

Tsuzuru: Yes, go ahead. If your friends are still in line, you can come back and join them.

Minato: Thanks… *sigh*.

Masumi: …

Tsumugi: Are you worried about that boy, Masumi-kun?

Masumi: I wouldn’t say that…

Tsumugi: If you’re worried, then why don’t you try talking to him? You can leave this area to Tsuzuru-kun and I. There’s still some time before the next wave.

Masumi: …Okay. I’ll just take a quick look.

-pause-

Minato: *Sigh*…

Masumi: (He’s crouching down over there…) Hey, are you okay?

Minato: Ah, sorry… I’m not feeling unwell. Don’t worry about it.

Masumi: …Did something happen then? You were sighing earlier.

Minato: Huh? Ah, you saw that, huh… No, it’s not a big deal or anything, but…

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[itsgirlcraft]

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Sometimes I will just scroll someone's blog for a few hours, whether that's one of my mutuals or not. So expect to see a love attack every once in a while if you're anywhere near my sphere of interests >:D

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favremysabre random (old, non-Sabre posts) months other (non-Sabre posts from 2023+) my post dsmp tma steve saga steve legends rainbow quest twisted rainbow stevetember 2024 alux rising my beloved creation queue incorrect quote info delightful my additions

"My beloved" and "delightful" are both "favorites" tags, "my beloved" is for things that I care most about/make me very very excited. "Random" and "other" are both for non-Sabre posts, "other" is for posts from 2023 and newer.

I tag all posts based on month in the mass-post editor, so if anyone is looking for a thing, try searching by month like: April 2020. Sometimes it's not capitalized, so try that if you can't find what you're looking for!

[lilaczx]

Live Blogging TMAGP: Ep 24, Raising Issues

Bruh what the fuck is this

This episode is going to interesting.

Aww that’s a sweet thank you message.

Wait Gwen WTF is going on?

Is this about a demon child?

Is the Demon child Gwen?

Wait is Gwen going to give a statement?

Okay CCTV footage.

Lena let’s go!!!!

Wait Gwen you got demoted.

Oh no Gwen is going down the road of Jonathan Sims.

You know what Lena that is fair. I don’t think that Gwen can deal with the externals.

Gwen you want to get the know the horrors. I mean that’s fair.

Wait is an External a Cabinet Minster?

Jonah are you possessing Gwen?

I agree with you Lena. I don’t her either.

Oh Martin statement.

Wait is a from a baby cam?

Yeah, new borns you can won’t sleep for the first two years.

Oh okay, I don’t think I can give birth and raise a baby.

I need my sleep and pregnancy is going to fuck up my mental health, I would have to go off my SSRIs, and have a family history of Postpartum Depression.

Oh is our statement giver a single parent?

Let’s go Single Parent win!!!

Wait Celia is in the support group?!?!?

I mean Celia is cool.

Wait he has teeth already.

Rupert seems like an asshole.

“I don’t matter as much. I’ll start taking care of myself again when I need to… eventually.” Bruh how society treats new parents is so hard.

Wait BLOOOD?!??!

He is eating your blood?

When Pro-Death folks (what I call people who don’t support abortion rights) are always like having a baby is wonderful. For some it is, but the statement and reality is that babies take a lot of people and I think in the statement they convey a good job of this.

I am so Glad I have access to abortion.

What the fuck.!

Is he eating her limbs?!?!

Dëmön baby

Wait who is the health visitor

Okay, I think I don’t want to give birth.

Wait were they listening to that statement?!?!?

Celia has seen stuff from our universe.

Also Sam is in Jon’s Denial arch.

Let’s Basira!!!!!

Wait she isn’t a cop?!??!?

Yo Basira is a teacher and admin?!??

Damn Basira can still throw down.

I think you looking for someone else. Yeah Celia and our universe’s Basira.

[the-sisters-madrigal]

Hi! Love your blog! My sister and I love love love Encanto (me more so) and it's my favourite ever Disney movie ever!

I have the headcanon set in modern times that after seeing the barbie movie, Luisa buys herself an emotional support barbie so she gives herself the childhood she didn't get. Also in relation to this, after the events of the movie, Pepa and Isabela bond over the trauma of having to suppress their gifts and being seen as perfect to keep up appearances. Isabela finds her old dolls from when she was a kid and seeing how she's not that girl anymore, she goes ham in destroying them and essentially pulls a Sid from Toy Story. Pepa helps in this therapy by using her lightning and its beautiful.

Other hcs include...

Mariano still being a himbo! One Christmas, Alma says they had an important visitor and Mariano deadass asks if it's Santa. It's padre fransico from a neighbouring church. This one is based off my sister at work, who, last Christmas, asked if the special visitor they were getting was Santa as 'christmas' and 'special visitor' usually means him. It was safeguarding people.

Behind the donkey shed is a popular place for couples to have alone time together. Both Pepa and Luisa can attest to this.

Dolores was adamant about wanting a baby sibling for Christmas, to the point where she held the baby who was the baby Jesus in the nativity hostage. Pepa and Félix did not think that negotiating with a three year old would be on their parenting duties and yet there they were.

Antonio is an oops baby. Very much welcomed, but an oops baby nonetheless. Pepa and Félix swore that after Camilo, there was to be no more. Cue Dolores' quinciñera where they had too much to drink and figured they were too old to need protection. The morning sickness five weeks later proved otherwise.

Thank you so, so much! I love me some Encanto, too 🥰 I took a little break for a while, but I'm back on it now 😂

And my goodness, these are some awesome headcanons!! I'll address each of these and number them so I can keep track 💗💗💗

I have honestly never much considered an modern AU for this group, but I have to admit, that's a really intriguing idea! And Pepa and Isabela bonding is pretty awesome, too, even if it's something I've never thought a lot about either (a lot of my thoughts belong to the three sisters 😅) However, I have to admit, the thought of Isabela destroying Barbie's in Sid-like fashion is the stuff that horror movies are made of 😂 However, I could very much picture it 🤣

I absolutely love Mariano being a himbo. He is literally the sweetest and he's got the spirit, but idk 😂

Now all I'm picturing is Luisa walking up after a hard day of gathering donkeys that she shouldn't have to gather in the first place and coming upon Pepa and Félix back there behind the donkey shed 🤣 Poor baby Luisa gonna be scarred for life

My goodness, I could definitely see Dolores wanting a baby sibling 🥺 And holding the nativity Jesus baby hostage is hilarious 😂💖 The question is did she want a boy or a girl or was she good with whichever? I kinda picture her being cool with either, but that might be based on my own experiences as a little kid wanting a sibling.

And my gosh, it's crazy you say this because I was literally telling my dad this the other day. I was forcing him to look at some of the Encanto characters (as you do) and I was looking at those kids thinking, "Dang, somebody done had an oopsie." 🤣

Thank you for sharing these delightful headcanons! 🥰💗💗💗

[abitohoney]

Missing Scenes - A Collection of Jinx, Silco, & Sevika One-Shots

Part 1 - From One to Two

Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt6

AO3 Link

Rating: Teen, mostly SFW (note my blog is not for minors)

Tags: Sevika, Silco, Jinx, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Good Parent Silco, Found Family, Father-Daughter Relationship, Humor, Jinx Needs a Hug, Silco Needs a Hug, Sevika Deserves a Raise, Young Jinx

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: A collection of one-shots set during the time-skip, mostly centered around Jinx growing up as Silco's adopted daughter. Many will likely involve Sevika, whether she likes it or not. Lots of awkward, funny, and good family feels.

Chapters will not necessarily be in chronological order, nor do they require that any other chapter be read for clarity.

AN: This has been posted on AO3 for quite some time. I'm just now getting around to posting it here.

Silco, mid-briefing Sevika on her latest dealings at the shimmer refinery, paused his lecturing when he heard a timid knock at the door of his office. He glanced up from the paperwork he'd been reviewing to check his right-hand woman. She must have heard the knock as well, as her attention had turned to the door. Judging by the softness of the knock, both were quite sure they knew who stood on the other side.

"Want me to let her in?" Sevika asked, turning back to her boss with a grimace, a sign she likely hoped he'd say no, even though she knew that wasn't about to happen.

Silco simply nodded, setting his paperwork down on his desk and turning his attention to the door as Sevika sauntered over to open it.

Sevika turned the handle and stepped aside, revealing Powder, or Jinx as she recently decided to call herself. Jinx stood nervously in the doorway, fiddling with her shirt hem.

"Come in dear," Silco waved her in.

Jinx peered around the open door to Sevika, who stood with a scowl, clearly not happy about the interruption or the visitor in general.

"I can come back later if you're busy," Jinx offered to Silco.

Silco slowly shook his head. "There's always time for you."

A small smile graced the girl's face, but she entered the room slowly, still apprehensive.

"What is it you need?" Silco asked in as sweet of a tone a murderous drug lord could possibly produce. Sevika's face contorted in disgust, which she managed to hide from her boss as she turned away to exit through the door Jinx had just entered.

"We're not finished. Wait here," Silco demanded in much more his typical irritated manner.

Sevika, while just out of earshot, cursed under her breath before turning back around and closing the door behind her. She stood stoic against the wall by the door as she was forced to simply watch and wait for whatever dreadful thing was about to unfold.

Jinx stopped just in front of Silco's desk and nervously tucked a loose strand of blue hair behind her ear. With her now standing close enough, Silco could make out the trail of dried tears that had streamed down her plump cheeks. His expression softened, his concern evident.

“What is it Jinx?” he repeated.

“I… I…” Jinx began, clearly afraid to say whatever it was she needed. She looked up into Silco’s mismatched eyes, and he leaned forward as if to ensure she had his undivided attention, and the soft smile on his otherwise scarred face provided enough reassurance for her to continue. “I need help with my… hair. I… I can’t braid it myself,” she admitted, looking disheartened.

Silco sat back in his chair, his good eye widened, clearly not prepared for that. Now it was his chance to stammer in an attempt to formulate a response. “I…” he turned to Sevika, whose eyes widened just enough to indicate the horror she felt in anticipation of what this situation would lead to, likely involving her. Silco continued, returning his gaze to the small girl before him, “I do not know how to braid. Can you not simply tie it in some other fashion?” He took a moment to glance at the hair in question. It had grown a considerable amount in the many months since he had adopted her impromptu after finishing off her previous male guardian, his “brother”, Vander. He could see she had attempted to braid it herself, as there were a considerable number of her lovely blue strands falling from what he assumed was supposed to be a braid.

“No. I really want it braided,” Jinx sniffled.

Forgetting to keep his emotions, or at least his reactions, in check, Silco closed his good eye, pinching the bridge of his pointed nose in frustration and exhaustion. This was clearly out of his league. Styling hair was understandably not one of his skill sets.

“I’m sorry,” Jinx said quickly, “I can just leave it like this.” Before she could spin around to leave, Silco removed his fingers from his nose and waved her over while trying to offer her another reassuring smile. “No. If you’re going to be practicing fighting, you need that hair properly tied back.”

Obeying Silco’s come hither motion, Jinx sauntered around the desk, as Silco spun in his chair to face her. She stopped just as her small boots met the pointed tips of Silco’s own boots. Silco reached out a hand to examine Jinx’s hair. It truly was a mess and there was no simply tucking the loose stands back into her failed attempt at a braid. His eyes moved back to Sevika across the room.

“Fuck,” Sevika muttered, and if Silco had heard, he chose to ignore it.

“Sevika, have you…” Silco gave pause, as if trying to decide if he truly wished to finish his question. “...braided hair before?”

Sevika appeared to have an inner battle with herself whether to risk lying to her boss, and suffer those consequences, or admit that she had in fact braided hair before, thus leading to suffer the very consequences she’d been fearing since Jinx mentioned needing help. “I have,” she grumbled. She remained rooted in her spot against the wall, perhaps in some hope that Silco would choose not to involve her regardless.

“Show me,” Silco demanded, his tone low and dangerous.

Sevika reluctantly pushed herself off the wall and slowly plodded over to join the pair at Silco’s desk. She stood just inches behind Jinx, staring down at the top of her head in undisguised disgust.

“We’ll make two braids so that I can follow Sevika’s steps. How does that sound?” Silco asked Jinx. When Jinx gave a quick nod, Sevika sighed and reached for the second chair that sat along the wall just behind them. Dragging it next to Silco’s chair, she plopped down and spun her finger around in the air, motioning for Jinx to turn around.

Jinx, clearly hesitant to allow Sevika’s involvement, looked to her adoptive father for reassurance. He gave her a little nod and she turned, allowing both Silco and Sevika access to her long blue locks. Sevika leaned forward and grasped Jinx’s hair, ripping out the multiple ties that had been used to hold Jinx’s attempted braid. Jinx released a startled squeak. Silco leaned forward, catching Sevika’s attention just inside her peripheral view, giving her a threatening glare.

With a bit more care, Sevika divided Jinx’s hair into two equal sections, handing one to Silco’s outstretched hands, the other remaining in her own. Likely to all three participants' relief, braiding hair was pretty simple, and didn’t really require one to speak the steps.

Silco watched tentatively as Sevika divided her half of the long blue hair into 3 more equal sections. He followed suit, dividing his own section. Apparently satisfied with his attempt, Sevika continued in silence to slowly demonstrate the alternating over-and-under pattern to create the braid. Silco’s thin, long fingers proved to be quite useful in this task, and he seemed to complete his braid with such expertise one might think he’d already known how if not for his strained expression. It took likely no more than ten minutes for them to create a matching pair of long blue braids. Once finished, Silco quietly inspected both his work and Sevika’s. Apparently pleased with the results, he released the braid he’d created, as did Sevika with hers.

Taking that as indication she was not needed anymore, at least not in the immediate vicinity, Sevika stood quickly, returning her chair to it’s spot at the wall behind them and wandered over to Silco’s couch where she unceremoniously plopped down. She pulled a cigar and lighter out from under the shawl that covered her mechanical, shimmer-fueled arm. With a quick flick of her wrist, she lit her cigar and tucked the lighter back away, taking a deep, long drag on the cigar while looking at anything besides her boss and his adopted daughter.

Silco reached into his desk to pull out a small compact and a hand-held mirror. Reaching around Jinx, he handed her the small mirror, while he opened the compact to position it’s mirror behind her head. “What do you think?” he asked.

Jinx held up her mirror, turning her head from side to side and playing with each braid as she eyed her reflection through the two mirrors. She did not notice, but Silco sat behind looking almost worried as he waited for her answer, as if he truly and wholly did care what she thought of something so silly as a couple of braids. Finally, after giving each braid a quick toss over her little shoulders, Jinx spun around with a great big grin plastered across her face. “I love it!” she exclaimed, and threw her arms around Silco with enough force to push him and his chair back several inches across the floor.

An ever-so-small smile graced Silco’s hardened features, and he gently wrapped his arms around Jinx to return the hug. “I’m glad you like it,” he whispered, “Next time, we can do it without Sevika.”

Jinx slowly released Silco from her vice-grip of a hug and stood straight up, giving him a curt nod. “Thank you!” And with that, she spun around and bolted out of the room, a trail of long blue braids spiraling behind her.

As the door nearly slammed shut, Silco released a long sigh, his shoulders slumped, and he reached back into his desk drawer to return the mirror and compact in exchange for his own cigar and lighter, as well as the ornate cutter that had recently been covered in tiny neon doodles. After cutting and lighting his cigar, he took a long drag, letting the smoke simmer inside him for just a moment before slowly releasing it into the air to mix with Sevika’s smoke.

“Please tell me that won’t happen again,” Sevika grumbled, breaking their silence. She’d apparently not heard Silco’s whisper to Jinx before she left.

“I will assure no such thing,” came Silco’s drawl before picking up the paperwork he had set aside earlier. “Now, where were we?”

Next Chapter >

[theophan-o]

@pandaship8lubaivae, thank you for not tagging your newest „Ogniem i mieczem” fanart. I am not going to reblog it, because this picture of yours, being technically magnificent, is indeed very drastic. I’m not very skillful in tagging content for my blog’s visitors and “Dom Bohuna” has been created as a “safety zone” for me and my Friends. It may sound ridiculous, but I really need a campfire, before which I can sit with my favorite heroes from the past and the real people, I love. The reality is enough horrible as it is. But your picture evoked many thoughts and feelings in me, I want to share. While looking at your fanart, first thought that came to my mind was the genocide, which is currently taking place in Ukraine (I apologize everyone, I'm just telling the truth). And then I suddenly realized, that your image is true, is historically correct, that Bohun as a Cossack from the mid-17th century really could see or even hold in his arms corpses like that. What is more, in reality he was not – like in H. Sienkiewicz’s literary vision – an orphan, but a person with a family of his own, a father. We can imagine, that during first years of the Uprising Jarema Wiśniowiecki ordered to massacre someone, who was dear to him, like that. Or, if not Jarema, surely it was later possible for Stefan Czarniecki, during his expedition to Ukraine, which in Polish historical books is called “extraordinary brutal / very bloody pacification of Ukraine”. Moreover, there were Tatar raids whole the time, and from 1654… also Russians appeared. Ukraine has been covered in blood many, many times during its history. Perhaps, publishing images of graceful and victorious Cossack heroes is in fact a cowardice. Perhaps, “Cossack Pieta” images like yours are more necessary, reminding us about all the acts of horror from the past and from our days.

If it is possible, I would like to show on my blog a fragment of your work, Bohun’s face. Because his expression is so typical for him, that it brings tears to my eyes. He is not looking at the corpse like on some disgusting thing, but as if it was still a human (which is, paradoxically, true). It reminded me about something I have nearly forgotten – and perhaps this is the task of a great art. When I was a child/teenager, I frequently used to have nosebleeds. It happened hardly earth time, when I got very nervous (and for me in my teen age it was very easy to become “Bohun-style” furious:-). Some arterial vessel in my nose was suddenly erupting and I was feeling blood flooding my throat or splashing outside, to my face and surrounding. The worst part of it was the necessity to deal with it in my own, because most people around me reacted only with disgust. And it was one of the most important tasks of Bohun as my imaginary friend that time: to calm myself down, I used to imagine him holding my head and saying, that is should pass soon. And he used to say with a smile: “don’t be nervous about your blood splashing on my face, because it has happened to me plenty of times, it’s okay, it happens”.

[dirtyalpha-rat]

RAT (THEY/THEM)

24 years old, Capricorn, neurodivergent

Verse and switch in theory.. stone top in practice. Preference for doming— rediscovering my sub side!

Most of the posts I reblog, I’m day dreaming of being the dom. If that’s not the case, it’s normally marked

Loving Mate and owner to my very bratty dog ( @omegapuppyslxt ) and proud protector of an obedient little bunny!

Non-binary, trans masc, Butch. Mostly t4t, poly.

DNI: MINORS! And no rape threats.

Please for the love of gods be LGBTQIA. If you’re not that’s cool but I am queer and this blog is about queer sex.

Mutuals, Followers, and blog visitors are always welcome to stop by asks and say Hi! Looking to make kink friends, but not looking for play.

DM’s open for mutuals and approved asks only.

more info under the cut for the curious.

You may call me…

Rat, Sol, Sir, Alpha or Mutt if you’re looking for some trouble.

Open to others, just please refrain from using terms that lay claim (mine, my, etc.)

Terms I enjoy being described with: Cock, hole, (t)dick, cunt, chest.

Terms I’m not comfortable being described with: Tits, breast (we love that chest dysphoria!)

Things I adore…

(incomplete always expanding)

- Impact play (hitting, spanking, punching, slapping)

- Biting, marking, bruising, hickies!!

- Primal play, Chase, rough housing

- pet play!

- Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, knotting

- Roleplay (knight, goddess, cowboy, horror older then time, etc. I hold multitudes)

- complete power exchange, devotion, 24/7 dynamics

- Leather

- Humiliation, Degration, Praise

- Bondage, rope work

- Corruption, soft somo, soft cnc, Intox (weed)

- Punishment, Rules, Chasity

- Care, pleasure, and leaving a scene feeling good

- And much more

Common headspaces

Sir (He/They)

Strict. Hard on rules, ready to train. Will devour you. Has already thought about how. Happy to get my leather gloves out to hit you, and even happier to have you clipped to my carabiner. Don’t forget to clean my boots down there, while you’re at it.

Alpha (They/Them)

Primal, Alpha/Beta/Omega-verse, smells like rain, woodsmoke, deep vanilla, and weed (probably). Soft dom. I am currently nesting with my Omega, Kander. We are a 24/7 Dynamic; I live here.

Knight (They/He)

A bounce between devoted, selfless knight who lives to protect their prince no matter the cost, and knight who will happily help a royal to mind their manners. I devote my love, and my life to my prince. I am loyal not to the crown, but to him. Always him.

Sol (They/Them)

Soft dom, or service top. Not mutually exclusive. Lay on my chest and let me pet your hair. Let me press against you, let me feel every inch of you. Realize you are safe in hands that know and love you, and that if you ask nicely enough you’ll get exactly what you want. Or you can bully me, perhaps put up a fight— maybe I’ll fold or maybe I’ll remind you why you love being mine.

I’m a writer, and I love role play so there’s probably about 5000 others. Inquire for more if you’re interested!

Boundaries 

- No DDLG/Age play, No scat, No hard cnc or rape fantasies in my asks and dm’s. We all have lines and we all have trauma. It’s fine for you, it is not welcome here.

- I will block ageless blogs. I’m being so fr ya’ll keep poking and I’m not playing!

- I love to be violent! Please do not be violent with me out of nowhere (get my consent first.)

- Do not force feminize me! I present masculine in my daily life and I’m still figuring out my relationship with my femininity. Don’t complicate it.

- MAPS, Pedos, terfs, antisemitics, actual real life fr misogynists, racists, minors, DNI!

If you made it this far I applaud you. Send me an ask and I will reward your thoroughness!

[eddie-gluskin-and-i]

Continuing story submitted by ladycignettacorvinus-blog

Thomas Shelby was not having a good day. First he had been chased,lost his service revolver, then got his good jacket ruined in the process of escaping said madman. As if it wasn't bad enough, the cramped confines of the vents reminded him too much of the tunnels. The sounds of shovels weren't ringing in his ears, but the cold sterile surroundings weren't helping him either. Focus! He told himself sternly, looking for a room he could hide in and recollect himself for a moment. He kept murmuring poems as he crawled about, using it as an aural anchor to stay stable. Each room he passed by were either filled with filth or horror, but Thomas kept going...and soon found an office. If he squinted, he could almost imagine that was his study back home...almost. One well placed kick later found him in a (thankfully locked) office. Unlike the rest of the asylum, it was clean, almost opulent. But this was no time to rest. He needed to leave. As he rifled through the drawers looking for any form of weaponry, he found laundered money, cocaine, marked files...and a key. He found that it opened a gun safe- which held a shotgun- and a box of rounds. That will do for now. He thought, as he put his ear to the door to listen for any unwanted visitors. It was quiet now. Too quiet. Thomas unlocked the door with care nonetheless, and slowly made his way towards one of the Maps on the wall. He cursed inwardly as he realized he was all the way on the other side where the Exit was. Still he was molliifed when he also learnt the Entrance wasn't too far away. Using all the skills he learnt in War, he carefully navigated a path through the Asylum, trying to drown out the screams and shield his eyes from the horrific sights he beheld. Just then, several doors slammed in succession, alerting Thomas in advance. Luck was kind a second time when he found a ransacked office with a shattered door. Just as he hid, he heard a very familiar voice singing.

“When I was a boy my mother often said to me, get married son and see how happy you will be…”

His pursuer began whistling some jolly tune, as if he weren’t about to murder anyone who crossed his path.

Then the steady footsteps and whistling ceased, leaving only echoes in their wake. The man took a deep inhale, then let out an obscene sound akin to a groan or a growl.

“I’d recognize that scent anywhere, darling. Don’t be shy - come out! I swear I will make you the happiest woman on earth.”

Thomas forced his breathing to slow as the thudding footfalls grew closer and closer. They stopped just short of the doorway. Stopping clear of the door, not blindly entering - the man may’ve been deranged but he knew exactly what he was doing.

��Oh and darling, you really must be more careful. You dropped something on your way out. Not to worry - I have it here in my possession - but you must be careful, especially when carrying such a dangerous weapon! It isn’t befitting of a proper lady.”

He heard the unmistakable ratcheting clink of a hammer of a pistol - his pistol - being drawn back. Just his luck. So the man knew how to use it too. At such close range, he knew the rifle would be all but useless against a man armed with a pistol. 

Thomas quickly scanned his surroundings, searching for an exit or potential distraction. The only was out was the doorway, and there wasn’t much cover or room for a scuffle inside. Then a quiet creaking caught his attention, and he gazed up. 

Hanging precariously from a single cable was a heavy looking light fixture. One clean shot and it would come tumbling down hard right in front of the doorway.

So he had his plan. Now came the hard part of actually executing it.

[throwaway-yandere]

Hi! Very late but i just wanted to congratulate you on your follower milestone!

Feels a bit weird when I'm not a follower myself but haha. Your type of yanderes aren't what I'm really into, but I still periodically check on your blog like some ghost stuck to a place bc your writing is really really good and i absolutely adore how creative your ideas are. Speaking of which, i really love how you handled the matchups! They're still made for a certain person but so open that they're also accessible to everyone else, which isn't something I've ever seen before but definitely seems the best way to go about it.

I'm super curious to see how your series will progress and all the other unique ideas you'll come up with in the future (and sometimes just reading the anon interactions, as a Frequent Visitor and really socially awkward person I'm like the physical manifestation of the word "lurker", but it's really a bit like watching a friend group interact and have fun which really warms my heart. It's just super good vibes!)

Please remember to look after yourself, get enough nutrition and rest. And hope you don't mind me haunting this blog a little longer :p

Hey don't feel scared to interact even if you're not following!!! I adore asks lololololol, it makes writing worth it. Feel free to stick around!!! But like how I start most my fics, if you're not in a mentally well state it's best to avoid these!

I'll be honest, I would NEVER hang out with any of the yanderes I've written except for SPK!Childe & Thoma and HysHum!Dainsleif. I think the only "soft" yanderes I wrote are those three.

Childe just wanna fish & Thoma just wants to listen whenever the reader rants about their problems. Then there's Dainsleif, who's sane but is one chip away from losing his marbles because his reader is about to turn Teyvat upside down lmao.

The rest? They're all insufferable meow meows <333 Other than the three I mentioned whenever I write about these yanderes I keep slandering them in my head <333 it's so much fun <333 okay i lied dain's not an exception I still insulted him in my hyshum drafts <3333–

I'm not sure if it's incredibly obvious in my writing but I'm asexual and quite possibly aro, so I think I "excel" more on the "yan" side than the "dere" since romance isn't my forte. I mainly write for the horror so I don't expect people to come to me because they're into the yanderes I've written but more on the story (... I'd be a bit concerned but won't question if you're into stuff like cannibal!cat!ayato and horse feeder!diluc). That's why everytime I post I don't expect anything AND IT'S VERY MUCH THE REASON WHY I'M CONFUSED THAT THIS BLOG IS STILL ALIVE. THIS WAS MEANT TO BE A THROWAWAY ACCOUNT–

I'm not sure if I'm making sense lol but that's pretty much my two cents on that so I wholeheartedly understand if my yans aren't your cup of tea! They're not mine too– I want to bury them all with my hatchet!!! <333 I want them to go to therapy!!! Eat lasagna!!! Play farming games!!! Literally just don't bother (y/n) anymore 😭!!!

About the event: I was genuinely hoping for match-ups set up like this because there's some sort of "togetherness" in it?? Hold on I just woke up cuz I accidentally slept while reviewing for Algebra when writing this so I'll probably rewrite this draft or something if I'm not lazy lol. It's just that I like it when readers are characters I can add some quirks and details to (of course, cept for things like physical descriptions and what not) since it makes pairing them with a yandere more natural. And you know what? I'm super glad the anons are all very nice and interesting huhu. They truly make the event more alive!!!

I adore otome games and trust me, almost everyone in r/otome_games prefer an MC who has a personality rather than an eyeless self-insert too lol. Much like there's no such thing as "absolute justice", I believe you can't have a "perfect self-insert" fic either because not everyone shares the same mold. It's just not as entertaining to me when the reader is silent so I guess that reflects on my writing too ;;--;;. It's just too much fun pulling up an mbti and going "ah yes, I'm using this type."

Anyways, yeah!!! Is it bad if I'm satisfied about how I set it up as well haha it feels like my 1 braincell was actually put to use ;;----;;;

Oh sht i ended up rambling my bad umm tHANK YOU!!! Haha it feels strange celebrating this milestone and I appreciate your kind words!!!

(out of curiosity, is there something I can call you? Like "lurker anon" or something haha)

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#art - 54 posts

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#time travel au - 27 posts

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#5

Ghost Doctor horror au? I blame the creepy music I've been listening to.

Cha Young min has been dead for years.

Cursed to wandered the hospital he not only died in, but also worked for!

He was bitter. He was angry. He wanted his life back. He wanted to be alive again! But is was futile. He was dead, and no one can hear his cries...

Well, no one could, until Seung tak.

Go Seung tak, a wide eye new doctor, who was also afraid of blood, had just arrived at Young min's hospital, and Young min hated him at first sight.

How could this brat call himself a doctor if he was afraid blood?!

His hatred for the young doctor vanishes when he realizes something. The young doctor... he could see Young min!

This causes Young min to become very attached to the young doctor. Maybe a little too attached...

Seung tak liked Young min. Yeah, the ghost doctor was arrogant, but he helped Seung tak out by giving him all sorts tips to improve his skills as a surgeon. Hell! Seung tak could even admit that he may have a slight crush on the other, as Young min was quite the handsome man-er, ghost.

But lately, Young min felt almost too clingly. It was starting to make Seung tak a little ucomfortable...

Things take a turn for the worse when Seung tak tells the ghost doctor that he'll be transferred to another hospital soon and this causes Young min to just... snap.

Cue something straight out of silent hill happening, causing the whole hospital to change, to warp into something else.

And it wasn't just the hospital, it affected the staff, the patients, and even the visitors. They all changed!

Seung tak was the only one not affected, leaving him completely alone and defenseless.

He had to get out!

To bad there was no exit. Young min has him right where he wants him and the ghost doctor wasn't letting Seung tak's soul go...

10 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

#4

Another Devil Judge au.

Gumiho au

Human!Gaon goes on a nature walk.

Finds a tiny fox stuck in a trap.

The tiny fox is Gumiho!Elijah.

Gaon goes to free her.

Elijah tries to bite him, but stops when she saw his face.

This human had her father's face!

Gaon frees her and continues on with his walk, leaving Elijah to stare at his retreating form in interest.

Cue a few days later, and Gaon's heading out for another walk.

Halfway through the walk, he finds himself being followed.

It was the tiny fox(Elijah), and she had a bigger fox with her.

The bigger fox is Gumiho!Yohan.

Every walk afterwards, Gaon finds himself being joined by the foxes.

He talks to them about everything. Good things, bad things, he tells them everything about himself.

He also feeds them. They look too skinny for his tastes.

One day, after he leaves to go home, the uncle/niece duo follows the human home.

Gaon wakes up the next day feeling extra warm.

He finds both his fox friends in his bed.

He tries to take them back to the forest, but they refused leave.

They become Gaon's furry roommates.

Soohyun doesn't like them.

Yohan/Elijah don't like her either. Especially Yohan.

Gaon slowly begins to see that his fox friends weren't normal foxes.

Everything came to a head when someone breaks into Gaon's home.

They hurt him badly, and when they go to kill him, a deep growl is heard.

It was the bigger fox, and his eyes were glowing.

Gaon blacks out.

He wakes up back in his bed, completely fine.

He wasn't alone.

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13 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

#3

Ghostwire: Tokyo x Ghost Doctor crossover? Where Akito and Seung-Tak meet and become best friends over the fact they've both been possessed by ghostly dilfs that would later become their husbands~

14 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

#2

Based this au off floofywolfer a/b/o fic 'Broken Mask'.

A/B/O au

To most people, Akito was just a normal beta.

But that wasn't true. Akito wasn't a beta. He was an omega.

Akito hated being an omega and went to great lengths to hide it from others. Especially alphas.

Heat suppressants, scent patches to hide his sweet omega scent. You name it, and Akito's used it.

He had more important things to do than finding a hot headed alpha to mate and have pups with!

Akito didn't need a mate. All he needed was Mari being happy and healthy, and that was all Akito needed to be happy.

Then the fire happen, and everything goes wrong.

Akito could feel his inner omega bubbling up, whimpering and howling in sadness as he watched Mari lay motionless in her hospital bed.

Things only got worse from there on when a man called Hannya made Shibuya a playground for monsters and things Akito only thought were myths!

Oh, and he also had an angry ghostly passenger called KK hitching a ride in his head for free.

KK was an alpha. Akito didn't even need to ask, as the wraith had all the attributes of a hot blooded alpha. He was loud, crude, and just so very angry.

Akito hated him at first. Like this alpha had the nerve to try and kill him for his body!

But despite that... Akito slowly felt himself becoming fond of this grouchy alpha. One could even say he had a crush on KK.

The crush only grew when KK lent him some of his clothes to wear.

When Akito finally smelled KK's scent for the first time, he felt warm, safe. This alpha could keep him safe...

The issue was... KK hated omegas. It was something the alpha admited to Akito while they were resting at the alpha wraith's appartment.

To KK, omegas were just too whiny, pathetic even. Always demanding attention, and using their scents/bodies to get what they wanted.

Akito felt his heart drop as his inner omega whined sadly at KK's admission.

Did KK truly think all omegas were like that...?

It hurt... It hurt alot. The one alpha Akito actually wanted and it turns out the alpha hates omegas.

It hurt even more when KK playfully began to flirt with him. The moment Akito heard KK call him a pretty 'beta', he almost cried on the spot.

And somehow, things just kept getting worse.

They defeated Hannya, but Mari died in Akito's arms.

His little sister... His pup...

Akito's omega was howling in grief and rage. And when Hannya decided to get back up again, he wasn't prepared for the enraged omega.

Akito didn't even used KK's etheral weaving. He just tore Hannya apart with his bare hands...

When they finally left the underworld together, Akito and KK were shocked when KK got his body back.

Akito was happy for the alpha, really, but he needed to get away from KK.

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15 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Got an idea for a Devil Judge au.

Cook!Gaon au

Gaon's a cook.

Gaon reopens his parents resturant.

Becomes rather popular for his food.

Does catering events. Most of time it's for some stuck up rich people. Gaon hates going to these events.

It's during one of these events that he meets the Yohan.

I should mention, Gaon in this au doesn't watch the court shows.

Gaon has heard of Yohan, but he doesn't know what the judge looks like. So when he first meets the devil judge, he treats him kindly and offers him some food.

Yohan wasn't prepared for Gaon.

First was the fact Gaon had his dead brother's face.

Second, Gaon smiled at him! Not a hint of fear was on the younger man's face, just kindness and warmth.

And third, Gaon's food was divine! The best thing he had in years, if not ever!

Yohan ends sticking with Gaon, chatting with the younger man and learning more about him.

Gaon finally realizes who Yohan is when a mob of women surrounds the judge, calling out his name and shoving Gaon aside.

One even calls him a cruel name. This doesn't bother Gaon, as he's already used to such things, but it did bother Yohan.

A few harsh words, and Yohan offers Gaon a ride home.

This causes a bit of a social stir, leading people to believe Yohan was dating Gaon.

It didn't help that the judge became a common face around Gaon's resturant, seemingly always stopping by for a meal or just to chat.

Yohan brings his niece, Elijah, around one day.

She didn't seem to like Gaon, but he wins her over with his food.

She also said something interesting.

Looking straight into her uncle's eyes, she says,"Marry him."

Gaon chokes, blushing bright red.

Yohan just nods, looking completely serious. "Of course."

They don't get married, but they do start dating~

25 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

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A3! Promotion Event Translation - Haunted Western-style House (8/9)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Masumi: (I couldn’t scope out for my date at all since I could only go to the places I was guiding…)

Tsumugi: Ah, Masumi-kun. You finished changing first?

Masumi: Kumon and I finished cleaning up our last station early, so we went ahead and changed and came out.

Tsumugi: Oh, I see. Ah, by the way… I’m glad it looked like that boy you gave love advice to was able to make up with the girl he had a crush on.

Masumi: Yeah. He had a good look on his face when we left the Horror House. (Both him and the other couples who came all looked satisfied after experiencing the Horror House.) (I’m sure this Horror House is a great date spot…)

Izumi: Great work, everyone! Awesome job for getting through it without a hitch.

Masumi: Good job.

Tsumugi: Job well done.

Kazunari: There were tons of visitors on the first day~!

Tsuzuru: Right. I bet it’ll continue to get even more popular as one of Veludo City’s newest spots.

Horror house manager: Thank you very much for your work, everyone. Thanks to all of you, we were able to wrap up the first day of business with huge success. We truly appreciate it. Everyone’s performances as they were giving the tours were a huge hit. I think we’re going to start incorporating those tomorrow.

Kumon: Huh, our performances?

Juza: We just did that naturally. Did people like it that much…

Tsumugi: I’m happy to hear they’re going to incorporate them after this.

Masumi: Yeah.

VELUDO editor: So you see, we were secretly filming all of you as you were working as staff members. We will sent you the data afterwards, so please do check over it.

Izumi: Also, sorry. I know that all of must be tired from the early morning photoshoot and helping out… But we made a sudden decision to have all of you try out the Horror House and shoot a promotional video. Are you guys okay with that?

Masumi: ! I have no problem with that. I’ll do anything if you ask me to.

Tsuzuru: That reply was kinda quicker than usual…

Masumi: …I’ll be able to scope out the Horror House this way.

Tsuzuru: Hm? Sorry, I didn’t catch that. What did you say just now?

Masumi: It’s nothing.

Kazunari: I’m still raring to go too!

Kumon: I’m stoked to get to explore the Horror House! Woohoo!

Juza: Good for you, Kumon.

Tsumugi: I’m glad. I wanted to try out the Horror House as well.

Tsuzuru: It sounds like everyone’s on board.

Izumi: Thanks, guys. Once the videos are done, they’ll be uploaded onto each of the Horror House’s SNS accounts. Keep an eye out.

Cameraman: Alright, to keep it easy, I’ll ask everyone to form pairs… then Director-san and I will accompany each pair.

Kumon: Dibs on going first! Let’s go together, nii-chan!

Juza: Sure.

Izumi: Alright. Everybody else, please wait here. We’ll be off!

-pause-

Kumon: We’re back~!

Tsumugi: Welcome back. How was it?

Juza: There were ghosts in more places than I thought.

Kumon: There were some scary parts too. But I had a blast!

Izumi: Alright, next up is…

Kazunari: I can’t wait anymore! Let’s go, Tsuzurun!

Tsuzuru: Why me!? H-hold on a second!

-pause-

Kazunari: Whew, that was fun~! I never thought a ghost would be walking beside Tsuzurun!

Tsuzuru: Yeah. I didn’t think it would get that close, so it surprised me…

Tsumugi: It looks like last up will be Masumi-kun and I.

Masumi: I’ll do my best for my date with Director.

Izumi: Date…? I have no idea what you’re talking about, but do your best to advertise it, alright!

Masumi: You got it.

-pause-

Masumi: …

Tsumugi: Hey, Masumi-kun. Did you see? There’s a ghost over there.

Masumi: I noticed.

Izumi: (What should we do… they’re going to reach the exit pretty soon, but they haven’t showed any trace of being surprised or scared yet…) (I can tell the cameraman and manager of the Horror House aren’t feeling it…) E-excuse me…! Could you please stop for a second?

Masumi: ?

Tsumugi: Hm? Is something the matter?

Izumi: Um, remember… this is a promotional video for the Horror House. It’d be great if you could look scared or surprised, even if it’s just an act.

Tsumugi: Ah! G-good point. I was just enjoying myself… sorry about that… Okay, I will give it a shot.

Masumi: I’ll do it perfectly too.

Izumi: Thanks for understanding!

Masumi: …Tsumugi, there’s a ghost on your left.

Tsumugi: UWAHH!? You’re right. That gave me a heart attack… Err, there’s one on you too, Masumi-kun!

Masumi: WOAH, when did that get there!? And this one doesn’t have a face…!?

Tsumugi: Yikes. I wonder if there’s any more ghosts around…

Masumi: What do we do… I bet there’s way more…

Tsumugi: Don’t say that. Don’t run off, alright, Masumi-kun?

Masumi: Same here. Don’t leave me behind, alright?

Tsumugi: I would never do that…!

-pause-

Horror house manager: Amazing… it looks like they’re genuinely frightened. As expected from actors of MANKAI Company.

Izumi: Thank you.

-pause-

Horror house manager: We’ve finished everything we had planned! Thank you so much for all your work today since the early morning.

Izumi: Thank you very much as well.

Cameraman: I had a lot of fun getting to take great photos and videos this time as well! All the photo and video data we shot today will be sent to you later. Please check them out. We will be in touch again once the schedule for posting the videos onto SNS has been decided.

Izumi: We look forward to it.

VELUDO editor: Great work today, everyone.

Troupe members: Thank you very much!

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#stranger things spoilers - 26 posts

#helluva boss spoilers - 23 posts

#the band ghost - 20 posts

#ghost bc - 19 posts

#oh damn 😳 - 17 posts

#what in tarnation - 17 posts

#sonic the hedgehog 2 spoilers - 16 posts

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#ghost band - 13 posts

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#i love con clavi con dio but i'm certain i'll summon a demon if i sing it in the middle of the night xd

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Already got an idea for another Ghost fic!

A child gets in a car wreck with her parents that happens to be close to the ministry. Both parents are dead and child goes to the nearby church for help and a sister of sin takes her in and brings her to Papa 4. Papa hears her story and then asks if she has any other family and she says no, so he offers to let her live at the ministry. Child accepts and she then gets to live in the church and explores and learns all about it. Lots of bittersweet stuff ensues.

Been seeing lots of sweet pics and vids of the Papas interacting with young fans and wanted to do something cute

11 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#4

 A sneak peak of my Ghost/Scooby Doo fic for ya’ll :3

There were eight, no, nine figures in the red-lit room that resembled the main stage. Eight of these figures were clad in all black and each one wore a terrifying black horned mask. The more he looked the more demonic they became. They surrounded a ninth figure who was dressed like he ran a church, but something felt very bad. He was swinging some strange smoking device around as the others played different instruments. 

“Siamo con clavi, siamo con Dio

Siamo con il nostro Dio scuro,” the main figure sang in a ghostly tone.

They were summoning demons! This was bad. Really really bad. Ghosts he was used to, but this was much more sinister and dangerous. He had to find Shaggy. No, he had to find everyone and warn them. 

Scooby turned and came face to face with one of those masked monsters. It hissed in his face and pushed him forward, making him yelp and fall through the door. 

The music stopped instantly. Scooby looked back and saw that the creature that pushed him had vanished. He heard low voices whispering amongst themselves and he whipped his head around to find that he was surrounded by those eight confused and slightly agitated masked creatures. Scooby was at a loss for words as he looked at each one. All he could see and sense were bad intentions and bared teeth as some growled at him.

“Ruh-roh,” he managed to whimper, trembling like a leaf. The eight figures stepped back, letting their obvious leader come forward. Everything about this one felt evil to Scooby as a single pale eye looked down at him. The man’s painted face appeared frozen in a scowl before he smiled and chuckled darkly.

“Ahh, we have a visitor. You look nervous, piccolo amico,” he crowed in an Italian accent as he bent down to face him properly.

Scooby found the energy he so desperately needed and he let out a howling scream, kicking the man towards the creatures and jumping to his feet to run. He didn’t dare look back as those other creatures let out alarmed cries.

“Ah! Cazzo! Get him!” The man exclaimed.

Let me know what ya’ll think so far. I’m having a lot of fun with this :D

Also @space-is-a-paradox enjoy ^-^

11 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

#3

Getting 3 of my wisdom teeth removed in an hour. Wish me luck y’all ✌🏼

11 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

#2

God, I’m such a simp for TFP Starscream :’D

12 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Ghost (Sweden Band), Scooby Doo - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Papa Emeritus IV, Nameless Ghoul(s), Scooby Doo, Norville "Shaggy" Rogers, Velma Dinkley, Daphne Blake, Fred Jones, Original Female Character(s), Hex Girls (Scooby Doo), Muffy St. James | Dusk, Kimberly "Kim" Moss | Luna, Sally McKnight | Thorn Additional Tags: Mystery, Minor Violence, Recreational Drug Use, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change Summary:

Scooby and the gang have another mystery on their hands after being invited as VIP guests for the Hex Girls who are the opening act for the mysterious and ghoulish band, Ghost, in a mysterious theater. One of Papa's ghouls has been framed for attacking an employee of the theater, but Papa insists that his ghouls would never do such a thing unless provoked. Can Scooby and his friends prove the band's innocence before the big show begins or will more people be attacked by the mystery ghoul, resulting in the show to be cancelled and Ghost being sent away?

Chapter 3 up! Check it out ya’ll :D

13 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

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