#wip: a ruby in the rain

[ruby-eyed-sparrow]

Parasite

[ruby-myth-dreamer]

FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE

[nine-blessed-hero]

Today on 'Kill Your Darlings'...

From draft 1 of The Ruby Falls (so excuse the poor prose), this is just after Adryn has found the map to the Mythic Dawn complex aka Dagon's Shrine:

Aderyn stepped back, excitement fizzing in her throat like a sherbert dib-dab and a bottle of coke. She did a little dance. The wind changed direction, suddenly whipping up, a cloud came over erasing the existence of the brass inlay. And then the clouds burst, a hammering of hail, falling down around her unprotected head and soaking through her thin t-shirt. She shrieked at the unexpected change in the weather, the hail stinging her skin, as she ran back to the safety of the Land Rover.

The part being killed is the sudden downpour.

Originally I wanted to use it to highlight how her situation is still shit regardless of the victory, but just moments prior (in text terms rather than in-world terms) she's already contemplating this so I think it's a bit overkill.

Or maybe I'm just feeling nicer and less melodramatic than me-when-I-wrote-this-originally. I think she can have this win without being shat on more, eh?

[nyssasorbit]

Do I want to make new ornaments for my wreath? 🤔

(For reference, here are the old/current ones:)

[liveandletrain]

Okay you know what, what if I just…

Captain Ironwood knocks on the door and then steps back. If Clover didn't know any better he'd say he was nervous, but the only time he's ever seen his superior officer less than perfectly collected was when trying to conclude a press conference, when he was a bit stilted. He can't figure out what it is about this particular small house with actual lawn flamingos and what look like handmade curtains in the windows would have Ironwood looking like he was about to walk into the annual police benefit gala. The door opens and a woman peers up at them through the still closed screen door. She's on the smaller side, with auburn hair in what Clover would describe as a "mom-haircut" and has a small child? a toddler? on her hip. She locks eyes with Ironwood and freezes. Beside Clover, Ironwood is practically a statue. Harriet fidgets on the stairs behind them. "Summer? Who is it?" A man's voice calls from inside. Without looking away from Ironwood, the woman lowers the toddler slowly to the ground beside her. "I need you to go find your daddy, Jitterbug. Tell him to get the bail money, okay?" The kid sticks a finger in her mouth and talks around it. "what's bail money?" "Ask Daddy." The kid disappears back into the house and the woman opens the screen door. Ironwood take a deep breath. "Summer Ro-" And she punches Captain Ironwood in the face.

Writing fanfiction is the worlds slipperiest slope i literally just wrote a contextless scene of less than 500 words bc I had a vivid mental image of Summer Rose punching James Ironwood in the face and now theres a whole AU with actual plot and subplots and a timeline and more than 6k already written and its not showing any signs of slowing down and none of this would have ever happened if Qrow Branwen would just go hook up with a nice firefighter and stop falling for cops.

[of-nyon]

Missed valentines as an excuse to post this thing from the WIP folder so I'ma post it anyway. Some silly starrod G1 soulmates AU I have no idea what I'm doing with, but I did have the first part written up for ages.

No sooner than they were back at the Nemesis did the complaining begin.

“Why did you call the retreat, you buffoon?! We were winning!” Starscream demanded. Of course he was one of the first few back – despite his complaints, he'd been in hot pursuit behind Megatron the second the retreat command was issued. Never let it be said that Starscream was slow on the uptake.

Megatron turned. Water cascaded off him – it had unfortunately rained on the way back – but at least he got to watch the tempestuous seeker's expression flit from disgust to surprise when he saw just what had made his leader decide to call the retreat.

A small pink, red and yellow mech, nearly but not quite a mini, was held between massive grey arms that could easily snap the light speedframe in half, should Megatron so choose. He was bearing an Autobot symbol; none here would care.

“And what is that?” Starscream asked, nose scrunching as though in reaction to a foul odor. Other mechs began to arrive, grumbling and shoving at each other and shaking themselves off. What were a few extra puddles to a sunken ship prone to flooding, after all.

“Walk with me,” Megatron ordered his snake of a second. “You'll appreciate this being private later.”

“Yes, I'm sure the telepathic mind-readerwill never find out about this,” Starscream drawled, just as Soundwave touched down with a squalling casseticon in tow – Frenzy, unless the twins had switched paintjobs again – but Megatron had given the seeker enough. He was now curious, and so he followed, flicking his wings to shake droplets of water all over the floor as he did so.

---

Safely inside the spare, mostly empty office he had put aside for this exact reason (namely, conversations with Starscream where there was a high chance of things being thrown) Megatron turned as Starscream entered, the door slowly groaning as it automatically juddered its way closed.

Time, rust, water pressure, salt, and general lack of repair had not been kind to the once-gleaming warship.

“So what's with – that?” Starscream asked again, hands on his hips. Megatron glanced down at his captured Autobot, the red helm crumpled from where Megatron had struck him to knock him out.

A glancing blow, not a killing one. Not all Autobots could claim such luck in an encounter with Megatron. Nor could this one: it had not been luck that saved him.

“Sit down,” Megatron advised. Starscream glared, but stepped lightly to the oversized swivel chair and plopped himself in it, likely imagining himself with all the regality of a lord on his throne.

“This one interrupted my fight with Prime,” Megatron said. Better to just be out with it. “I took the little fool hostage. When Prime demanded I let him go, he called him Hot Rod.”

The reaction was immediate. Starscream's helm shot up, fury blooming ruby-red in his optics. “How do you know that name?!” He demanded, springing to his feet. “You've been spying on me!”

“I – you told me yourself!” Megatron exclaimed. “You don't remember? You were hopelessly overcharged–”

“And you took advantage of me?! Even Soundwave has the decency not to pry into the matter of other people's sparkmates!”

“Ah, so you confirm it, then.” Megatron looked down at the pathetic bundle in his arms, almost as pathetic as when a fumbling, drunken Starscream's failed late-night assassination attempt turned into a sob story from the wretched seeker about a sparkmate he was convinced didn't exist, and if he did, he was probably an ugly grounder anyway, what kind of an awful name was Hot Rod.

“I never said that! I never confirmed anything, you rust-heap!”

Megatron shrugged. Either way, this was not about to be his problem. “Then claim him, or don't. I thought I was doing you a favour, Starscream!” Annoyed but not entirely surprised at the outcome, Megatron hefted the little Autobot in Starscream's direction.

Who promptly danced two steps back, knocking his back legs into the desk as the bot uselessly hit the floor with a clang. Starscream stared in mortification, apparently coming to terms that this was real.

“Fine. Reject him, and I'll take him to the brig. He's quite young. Doubtless Prime will be at a disadvantage in negotia-”

“Get out,” Starscream hissed suddenly, wings flaring outwards as he crouched down over the fallen Autobot.

Megatron knew a warning display when he saw one. He wordlessly made his exit, waiting impatiently for the door and squeezing himself through at the earliest opportunity.

Whatever the outcome, it was hopefully something he could hold over Starscream's head in the future.

---

Starscream didn't move for a long time, his venting sounding harsh and loud in his audials as he remained crouched over the little Autobot, awaiting some sort of trap or trick. There was no movement, just the hum of internals as he stared his unconscious opponent down, mapping out every detail with his optics.

What a pathetic mess, he thought sourly, eyeing the half of the Autobot's face that had been caved in with a sort of dour unenthusiasm. Trust Megatron to literally dump this on him!

And yet.

...and yet he realised too late that he'd been too taken by surprise by this whole thing to block out any annoying interlopers on the trine bond, and -

“Hey Star what's up, you feel really upset? Did something happen?”

-and now Skywarp was here, the faint crackle of ozone heralding his arrival as he nearly stepped on the Autobot, unheeding -

“Watch where you're walking, you oaf!” Starscream snapped, reaching out to drag at an Autobot-red arm on pure instinct -

Frisson. Static shivered up his frame at the contact. Skywarp blinked, slowly looking down as Starscream snatched his hand away.

“Uh, what's that.” Skywarp cocked his head like a confused turbofox. Starscream slumped from his crouch on to his knees.

“A present from Megatron, apparently,” he grumbled, absently shaking out his hand like he could flick away the static crawling through him. A coincidence, surely.

“Megatron got you a pet Autobot? How come??” Skywarp demanded more than asked, hand on his hips.

“He's not a pet,” Starscream muttered, looking away.

“Aw, Star, c'mere.” Skywarp knelt down, and Starscream didn't resist when he gingerly put his arms around him.

“Wow, you're out of it,” Skywarp commented, pulling back to look at him critically, then back at the Autobot, then back to Starscream, and decided more physical contact was the best course of action.

Then, over the trine-bond:

:TC, get in on this! We're hugging!:

:What?: Thundercracker's reply was distantly confused.

:Hug time! Right now! Star's letting me hug him!:

:Where are you? I only just got back.:

Probably spent his time enjoying the building storm like the weirdo he was, Starscream thought morosely as they both felt their trinemate's presence hurrying their way. It didn't take long for the door to heave open, revealing Thundercracker, who stopped and stared at the scene before him.

“Oh yeah, and Megatron got Starscream an Autobot?” Skywarp said as an afterthought. “Not my problem. Get over here, TC.”

“Starscream, what's this?” Thundercracker asked as he stepped far more cautiously around the fallen red lump than Skywarp had. Starscream huffed. It wasn't like he could just not tell them forever. Skywarp would be too annoying about it, for one.

“Megatron claims,” he said, meeting Thundercracker's ruby-bright optics, “that Prime called this one Hot Rod.”

There. He'd said it out loud. No magical, thooming response from the heavens or the pits below, just two trinemates staring at him, one much faster on the uptake than the other.

“Wait, Hot Rod's real?!” Thundercracker exclaimed.

[shepardstales]

Athena's WIPS: To Be Damned, from the series of the same name

Genres: Fantasy, Paranormal Urban Fantasy, I'm gonna stick Horror on as well. Adult

Written in: FIRST PERSON POV

Summary: The Vampires took her mentor, now they're threatening to take her home city. Zosia Armstrong the Vampire Hunter has to work with Nottingham's Merry Men to figure out why.

There are surprises around every corner, and Zosia feels like she's in over her head.

Tag list: @bardic-tales @lordkingsmith @watermeezer @pinkevilwriter @ieppiq

Excerpt from Chapter 1,

Zosia's POV

It's raining today. Thick, loud damaging rain that can drive away hopes and wash away dreams. The sun is hiding behind ugly black clouds that look as angry as a gambling man with a serious addiction.

I'm sitting at the wheel of my car, a nice Mini Cooper, a British car of course. The roof is black, but the rest of the car is a cardinal ruby. Most of my stuff is already in the house, and presentable like a house should be. But I'm here with my important gear, my hunting gear.

I dont hunt animals. I hunt monsters. Vampires.

The gear is important to me. I have to hide it all before someone sees it all and reports it to the Police. I don't exactly have the best reputation and I'd rather not drag anyone innocent into my uncontained mess.

I can hear thunder in the distance. I'm trying not to have a panic attack because it reminds me of something from my past.

I must protect my future. Other people's future too.

[of-sinners-and-seas]

A Song of Spirits

OF SINNERS AND SEAS - BOOK ONE

A WIP INTRO

From the minds of @isabellebissonrouthier and @lady-grace-pens !

GENRE: adult. high fantasy. dark fantasy. dark romance.

POV: third person limited. past tense.

STATUS: writing.

CW: gore. strong language. explicit sexual content.

VIBES: ruby hearts and obsidian eyes. crashing waves and thundering skies. the bile of regret. the seduction of sin. tired eyes. heavy sighs. old photographs. tarot cards whose edges are worn by love. a broken body in a black room. clashing swords. a dusty throne. secrets exchanged in a back alley where the only judges are the street lamps that blind the stars above. pearls. jazz. rusted bars of a once-gilded cage. self-proclaimed godhood. bruises from lips that used to berate you. fresh ink from a letter scrawled in the dead of night. hidden longings. confessions. voices in the wind uttering words of destiny.

clotted emotions. a journal in tatters. flashes of light in the corner of your gaze. a pair of stilettos echoing down a rain-slick street. the stench of death. creaking wood. weapons that belong in your hands. the ache of nostalgia. the weight of the present. the sharp cracking of autumn leaves. milking blood from a wound that won’t heal.

THEMES: fate vs dreams. loyalty vs betrayal. history. secrets. self-worth. loneliness. mysticism and fortune telling. power and control. what do you want and how far will you go to get it? where will chasing it land you? In a better or worse position? Could you even handle it? How can you be sure?

SYNOPSIS:

Seven pirates. Seven thrones. Seven deadly sins.

All vie for dominance over their fantastical world, thinking themselves to be as close to immortal as could be. But the question of what, exactly, they are remains elusive, as is the reason why they crave a seat atop the world’s throne, battling to be the most dangerous sin of them all.

Some long for power. Some lust for a sense of identity. Others simply chase the thrill of the war they’ve locked themselves into.

Is not the root of all clashing swords a wretched cry for one’s own purpose?

It is for Katty, mistress of Envy. Her interest in the eternal war has been waning, and the figures roaming the streets of Eiffel have captured her attention more and more.

Families. Friends. Couples unscathed by the tests of time.

Her presence on her own pirate ship has become a rarity. Her lover, Delvan of Greed, has waxed on about his disapproval of her flippant desires, stressing the importance of what truly matters in their lives.

Fortune. Power. Status.

Katty knows this. And yet, she aches for more.

When the cards of fate unfold for her a passionate affair with the prince of Pride, Braven, behind the backs of their allies, Katty remembers the spark that being Envy once carried for her.

It’s only natural she chose him to accompany her on a secret mission to infiltrate the ship of Gluttony, also known as Flint. While Braven seeks information regarding Flint’s relentless search for who they are, Katty seeks a chest of personal valuables he’d stolen from her. More than either of them bargained for, Braven is captured and Katty is filled with regret. Sooner than she could even think to fall back on her own allies for aid, Flint captures them, too.

Katty must rescue them. And she must rely on Braven’s twin sister, wretched Morannah of Lust, in order to stand a chance against that giant, hulking man.

When the girls invade, cruel revelations are sparked: one calls into question the sins’ immortality, and the other permanently alters the nature of their war.

After all, what is an ally worth when all ends in betrayal?

•••

Pinterest Board | YouTube Playlist

INTRO TO THE SERIES

MEET THE SINS:

Envy | Pride | Lust | Greed | Wrath | Gluttony | Sloth

EXPLORE THE WORLDS:

Eiffel | Polarys & Lorallyn | Geldour | Valoma | Guisse | The Desolate

MEET THE FIRST MATES:

Gigi | Mikael | Désirée | Alusia | Marigold

•••

TAGLIST: @the-inkwell-variable @fifis-corner

[spilledstars1234]

It is nearly midnight and I was bored, so I began writing a short fic wip!! Here’s an excerpt of it so far, let me know what you think of it! Apologies if this contains any errors.

He had lived a million lives and yet none at all. He had lived a life of a grandfather with bony, swollen hands, working hard to chop firewood for a house that his son refused to return to. To warm a house devoid of familial warmth.

He had lived a life of a young woman who had her heart broken by many, as she held what last remained of its pieces, shards slipping from her freshly-painted fingertips. A woman who had refused to love again, until Cheng Xiaoshi instilled that hope in her once more.

He had lived a life of a child in poverty, who lived on the streets with dirty hands, nails chipped and bitten down to the quick, with nothing but watery broth in his stomach and a cardboard box for a blanket.

He had lived the life of a greedy merchant—a man who exploited his customers, with gold coins dripping from his fingers, each adorned with rings topped with jade and rubies. He would have remained the same arrogant, conceited man, with greed clenched in his fists, if not for Cheng Xiaoshi putting himself in his shoes, maneuvering his mindset and changing his heart.

He had lived the life of a grandmother, with thinning, grey hair that was swept in a bun, holding her newborn granddaughter’s small fingers in her own palms. She did not care how aged and wrinkly they were, not when she could press a kiss to her granddaughter’s soft, tiny hands.

He had lived the life of a boy who was running and tripping over wild, uneven tree roots. Around him, people were dropping to the ground like flies, and a woman his muddled brain identified as his mother — yet not his mother— was among the masses.

The sounds of sirens howled in the distance.

He ran past the uneven trees, refusing to let himself process what was happening, scraping his bruised hands on tree bark, skin covered in dirt, sweat, and tears. Behind him, clouds of dust rose up, and several gunshots rang out. A few other children ran nearby, soot streaking their faces and there was blood staining their coarse clothes. To keep from being trampled, they clung to one another, the younger one’s face twisted in a cry, looking no more than four, and the older one appearing hollow and stony, built only to survive. Too skinny and small for their ages they were, but they crawled through the trees alone.

The rest of the children who were among the living— three at most, it seemed to him, were running alongside him but a bit farther behind, covering their ears from the sound, shoulders hunched as they shielded themselves from the roar of the planes overhead and the bombs that pelted the city below. They were all the same, their small arms curved over their heads, sobbing as the bombs rained down.

Cheng Xiaoshi looked at his own hands now, clean, and while not calloused, had a roughness all of its own. Small bruises from being too careless were scattered here and there. His nails were growing too long; he’d forgotten to cut them again, and the skin around his nails was bruised from biting them whenever he got nervous. A few tiny white scars were visible, scattered around his skin, but he tried his best to avert his eyes from them. He was okay now. At least, he thought.

He looked at Lu Guang’s hands then, and saw that his gaze was also fixated on his own lap. His hands were well-groomed, slender, and soft, a complete opposite of Cheng Xiaoshi’s. They weren’t marked with any dangers, or any outside forces penetrating the skin.

Everything Cheng Xiaoshi’s weren’t.

They bore no signs of danger, no proof that the world had affected him. He had short nails because he got annoyed whenever they would grow out too long. His fingers were long and slim; even if they were a bit boney, he took care of his hands, unlike Cheng Xiaoshi. But his complexion, though, was pale, and his hands… were shaking.

Cheng Xiaoshi looked at his face. Lu Guang stared down at them with wide, frightened eyes, which then became squinted and dull within seconds. He bent his head then, turning his body away from Cheng Xiaoshi as his bangs fell over his glassy eyes.

[mithrilhearts]

Oooooh Golden Hearts Bleed Faster and Unnamed Alice In Wonderland/Oz AU for the wips game, please!

THANKS FOR ASKING ABOUT THESE!!!!

I'll share a snippet from GHBF and then some information about the other!!!

“You’re welcome to cozy up with me in the reading nook if you get bored,” Bilbo hummed playfully, flashing a grin and twirling his fork between his fingers. “I tell great stories that may even captivate you, Mister Oakenshield.” “Fairytales of trolls and dwarves?” Thorin drawled, rolling his eyes and letting the sultry pass that came his way pass him by. Not to say it didn’t bring a small dose of warmth to his cheeks all the same. “Rain check.” Gesturing to the window at the pitter-patter of actual rain to accompany his words, Thorin was grateful their chatty breakfast had fallen to silence, just as it usually did. A little banter, and sometimes nothing at all. It was comfortable, to a certain extent. This was still a job, and no matter how cozy or domestic it felt, Thorin was keeping everyone and everything at a professional, arm’s length, distance. (Golden Hearts Bleed Faster, COMING LATER THIS YEAR!!)

Now the other AU, which has been sitting on my wip list for like....2+ years lmao.

In a nutshell, here is my idea:

One day, Smaug would be slain by a hero in king's armor, with the heart of the mountain as his weapon.

Smaug, an enchanter (he's the wizard role here, but bad), takes the three kings, Thorin, Bard, and Thranduil, and essentially takes some of the best parts of them away (heart, smarts, courage), and curses Middle Earth into forgetting that prophecy - for all anyone knows, Smaug has, and always will be, the king.

Bilbo crash lands into the picture, a reluctant and unlikely hero who must help the three lost kings find themselves again - who have been physically altered as a part of the curse. Instead of a set of ruby slippers, as those are hardly adequate to a hobbit...how about a shirt of mithril rings? A kingly set of armor, if you ask me.

It will have various Oz elements, and Alice in Wonderland inspiration across the way - and I'm looking forward to finally getting to this one!

And yes, Gandalf is Glinda.

Fun Fact: my sibling REALLY wants this one 🤣 so I hope she likes it.

Ask me about my AUs!

[vlovebug]

A Hopeless Romantic

Holding hands shouldn't be a big deal… right?

So why am I getting embarrassed when thinking about holding his hand?

His hands are both rough but gentle at the same time The way he rubs the top of my hands with his thumb without realizing it, as if I am going to disappear if he lets go.

Love shouldn't be this hard, as I am a ruby of love, but I can not understand why it feels so different with him.

His gold eyes shine like tiger eye stones

his hair soft as clouds

his arms, as warm as the sun

those hands that love me like I'll disappear without them on me.

The hands that wipe my tears, careful so as to not scrape my skin rough.

Okay, maybe Kieran was in love. But it’s not unexpected.

Spelldon is special from the others he’s dated, old Kieran would steal love and break hearts left and right.

But real love feels heavenly, it's addicting…

Spelldon cares, he plays in the rain with me even when he knows it gets him sick,

he remembers the smallest things by only observing,

and he always knows what I'm thinking by only looking into my eyes.

He joins me in hanging upside down on rafters and support beams even tho he falls and gets bruises in the process.

He lowers his music for me, even if he can’t actually hear it.

“It's all because he loves me, and I can't help but love him back.”

wip

this is also posted on ao3 under the Spelldon Cauldronello/Kieran Valentine tag. feel free to read it there :D

[ruby-myth-dreamer]

Im cooking guys trust me just hear me out okay

Guys what if i turns some of the transformers into iterators hear me out okay, okay

I know ive only beaten survivor and almsot hunter (fighting for my life with that one) but hear me out right

Idk who I'd scugify but starscream could act as like five pebbles right, his trine members can be some of the others in the group, skyfire could play as like looks to the moon and like, im cooking okay let me cook

[dxppercxdxver]

tagged in the wip folder title game by my dear @chiropteracupola! i am at work and Passing The Time

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have wips. people send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

i'm actually kind of Barren when it comes to wips at the moment so we'll see how this goes

non fic

rick 2: the dick continues

channel fever

THE CAVERN SAINTS

hhsa camping episode

juniper evans

sharpe

BOOBA JUMPSCARE :D

yuh oh lads

warwulf

tf2

various flintlock fortress drabbles

in which germany doesn't exist yet and i'm going insane (tf2/master and commander)

there's a guy in your brain computer

i'm in hell again

derby dames!!

WE HAVE THE MEATS

mediscout

miscellaneous

scottishyeehaw (kidnapped)

a nice tall glass of toxic irish yuri (bodkin)

the one time cosmo did drag (singin' in the rain)

the craftsman (the room games)

spytown logs (hadestown/spies are forever)

kissing the homies goodnight in san dimas california (bill and ted)

gaslight gatekeep girlboss gway (mcr/supernatural)

roses growing in spanish harlem (jaws)

jonnymike deathtrap au (the mechanisms/mystery science theater 3000/deathtrap)

feebella (a gentleman's guide to love and murder)

open up your eyes (ruby redfort)

go crazy lads

tagging: @nico-demons, @natdrinkstea, and @considerablecolors if y'all want to :3

[polytherianism]

WIP INTRO POST

hello all my name is polytherianism or pandora, i am alterhuman in many ways including being a polytherian and being a nonhuman system member. my main pronouns are he/they/aer/xe/zombz and i use masculine terms.

main nonhuman labels;

other-hearted

polytherian

nonhuman system member

otherkin + fictionkin

funlink + copinglink

more about me;

bodily 19

t4t + likes queer men

intersex / FTM / GNC

on T — planning top surgery

CDD system — trait specific PD

tagging system;

pandora.txt = text posts

pandora.img = images

pandora.ids = identities

pandora.vents = vents and rants

pandora.rbs = reblogs

more info under the cut~

otherhearted; 16

puppy hearted; 6

dalmation, german shepherd, great dane, australian shepherd, saint bernard, belgian malinois

rabbit hearted; 2

lop eared rabbit, pygmy rabbit

otter hearted; 2

sea otter, giant otter

bat hearted; 6

fruit bat, canyon bat, giant golden-crowned flying fox, common vampire bat, painted bat, northern ghost bat

theriotypes; 19

feline; 8

lion, panther, lynx, domestic cat, wild cat, cheetah, tiger, sand cat

canine; 6

bat eared fox, island fox, true fox, red fox, arctic fox, african wild dog

ursine; 4

sun bear, brown bear, giant panda, sloth bear

procyon; 1

raccoon

funlinks; 4

macaque monkey, spider monkey, lioness, poison dart frog

copinglinks; 3

dragon, humanoid, advanced AI tv head

otherkins; 10

AI, angel, bat, lemur, owl, goat, python, seal, frog, dinosaur

fictionkins; 26

1. musicfluid troll (trolls)

2. cheshire cat (alice in wonderland)

3. eeyore (winnie the pooh)

4. fizzarolli (HH/HB)

5. robotic fizzarolli (HH/HB)

6. max (max n ruby)

7. spike (MLP)

8. ellisabat (MH)

9. twyla boogieman (MH)

10. venus mcflytrap (MH)

11. wydowna spider (MH)

12. frankie stein (MH)

13. ghoulia yelps (MH)

14. scarah screams (MH)

15. rochelle goyle (MH)

16. abbey bominable (MH)

17. cerise hood (EAH)

18. C.A. cupid (MH/EAH)

19. gigi grant (MH)

20. kitty cheshire (EAH)

21. madeline hatter (EAH)

22. raven queen (EAH)

23. luci (disenchantment)

24. mora (disenchantment)

25. shiny umbreon (pokemon)

26. enderman (minecraft)

all nonhuman identities unorganized; 104

dalmation, great dane, german shepherd, australian shepherd, saint bernard, melgian malinois, lop eared rabbit, pygmy rabbit, sea otter, giant otter, fruit bat, canyon bat, giant golden-crowned flying fox, common vampire bat, painted bat, northern ghost bat, ring railed lemur, barn owl, snowy owl, true owl, fainting goat, kamori goat, american pygmy goat, dutch landrace goat, green tree python, classic python, earless seal, poison dart frog, pacman frog, glass frog, red eyed tree frog, rain frog, indian bullfrog, fire bellied toad, triceratops, stegosaurus, apatosaurus, archaeopteryx, transvaal lion, barbary lion, black panther, snow leopard, malayan tiger, canadian lynx, bobcat, african wild cat, cheetah, bat eared fox, island fox, true fox, red fox, arctic fox, african wild dog, sun bear, brown bear, giant panda, raccoon, macaque monkey, spider monkey, siamese cat, british shorthair cat, maine coon cat, ragdoll cat, sphinx cat, scottish fold cat, bombay cat, siberian cat, norwegian forest cat, russian blue cat, munchkin cat, oriental shorthair cat, egyptian mau cat, selkirk rex cat, havana brown cat, showshoe cat, lykoi cat, bengal cat, cornish rex cat, scottish fold cat, toyger cat, persian cat, singapura cat, mosaic axolotl, chimera axolotl, albino axolotl, raven, phoenix, sand cat, sloth bear, indian giant squirrel, platypus, giant glider, necrocat, humanoid, dragon, tv head advanced AI, angel, skulldog, skullcat, skullbat, manokit, dumbo octopus, ocelot, calico critter, luna moth, betta fish

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Writing Updates

WIPS

When Love isn't Practical (LITA; Phayu/Rain)

Your Body is the Gateway (LITA; Phayu/Rain)

I Could Be Your Boyfriend (Eclipse; Akk/Ayan)

Written on Your Skin (LITA; Phayu/Rain)

Ali3n Life (OC; Reina/Ruby)

Not Gonna Fall (Love Syndrome;Nan/Mac)

Under the Snow (OC; Darius/Zolarr)

Writing Event Works

Vampire (LITA; Phayu/Rain)

What Comes Next (LITA; Phayu/Rain)

Not Your Momma's Nightmare (LITA; Phayu/Rain)

Snippets of Upcoming Works / Wips (Random)

Not Gonna Fall

“Good, come on. Didn’t you want a ride for me winning?” Mac asked purposefully looking put out. Nan liked the chase just as much as he liked the submission Mac let him have. But the latter he had to earn. That meant Nan had to tap into his understanding of Mac so that he would behave right. 

“Rewards are important.” Nan smiled as he watched Mac’s grin brighten. He’d gotten it right.

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WIP Snippet: Oracle’s Light

Prologue:

The world was ablaze.

In every direction, as far as the eye could see, no matter which way a person turned their head, the flames were crying out in ravenous hunger and consumed everything in their paths. The fire surged ever onwards, relentless in its pursuit of fuel to burn, no matter what - or who - it was.

It could almost be called beautiful.

Where he stood in the clearing of one the well-traveled, well-loved forests, the crevices and ridges of the bark-covered tree trunks were illuminated in shades of amber-tinged gold and crimson, the flames hollowing out its insides to save the beautiful dark facade as its last, perfect, bite of the wooded dish already half-devoured.

The branches became flaming, waving arms outstretched for the heavens as though pleading for salvation - the leaves forming petals of a dying flaming flower withering away, burning into embers before they struck the ground. Hanging vines became necklaces beaded with live fire, as though they were strands of white gold and rubies.

The ground beneath his feet was still soft from the early morning’s rain, but it was no longer wet. The smoldering embers scattered over the grass, carried by the now arid, smoky winds, and began to burn once more. Flecks of white, of golden red light, began eating through the delicate blades, encroaching ever closer. They struck at his clothes, at his bare skin and even as he batted them off him, more flew in his direction.

The heat, the burning sensation they left behind on his body, was inescapable. He’d never forget them, not even on his dying day.

The scenery was accompanied by a live symphony of its own making. The loud, grating screech of metal plating grinding against edges of another, the spluttering roar of engines impossibly far over his head. The screaming of machinery - paired with a not dissimilar sound, one that came from the people, so many people.

His people.

It was a tableau of living death and - in some ways - it became all the more terribly, horrifyingly beautiful for it.

The scent the air carried was cloying, outright choking - and grew steadily worse by the second.

As the fragrant oaks burned from inside out, the rich smell of them grew harsh and sharp, nothing like the once comforting scent that drifted from the manor’s fireplaces in winter or the bonfires set to appease the angered Infernian, the ancient Pyreburner, to honor the flame of the sun that brought about the harvest of crops. It went uncontrolled, it brought harm.

It was tangling with heated iron - the scent of spilled blood.

Blood that coated his face even now, speckled across the once-white fabric of his clothes smudged gray with falling ash. He could taste it on his cracked lips. His throat was swollen up, so tight he could barely get what fresh air that remained down into his lungs. His eyes were blown wide, fixated on canvas of white and blue fabric sprawled out on the ground, long flaxen-colored hair splayed out, only just a few feet away -

The dark, crimson pool that began to spread across the fabric and beneath the prone figure it cloaked. The shadow of someone else, on the ground, metal armor surrounding them and pinning into the damp dirt and mud as they writhed and tried to reach him.

The sound of that terrible scream still ringing in his ears.

Besides him, there was the sound of sobbing. Loud, relentless tears that stole the breath from a person’s chest and allowed no reprieve for them to recollect it. A terrified hand, squeezing at his own, the both of them wheezing and unable to flee - her, especially.

The descent upon them both of a blade’s gleaming edge, still soaked in the blood of its first victim. Cold, emotionless, merciless words echoing around and around his head.

The reflection of a little girl in the blade, smaller and younger than even him, who was the baby of the family, black hair falling over her face as she tried to push him away from her -

Away from danger.

The blade continued to plummet at fearsome speed, no hesitation behind the hand that held it, the tip of its point endeavoring to find its home buried deep through one - if not both - of their hearts.

He lunged in front of the girl - his friend - and did his best to square his shoulders, to shelter her from view. It would be a useless effort in the end, he knew it was - both of them too small, too young to even hope to have the strength to protect themselves…

The blade fell.

And Lunafreya’s world exploded in brilliant shades of translucent crystal-clear blue light.