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A RATHER DIFFERENT SET OF FRIENDS.

(No reposts but reblogs appreciated <3)

Blood Shot

“Villain, we need your help.”

The five words Villain had been waiting their whole life to hear. They were enough to pull the biggest grin across their face and their veins to pulse with new found control. Their heart hammering in their chest, breath coming in sharply and they bit their lip to try and ground themselves.

The heroes actually needed them.

“Superhero has gone mad, just like you said, and-“

“Beg.” Villain cutoff Hero in their explanation, they didn’t need to hear it. They knew this day would come, they knew Superhero was no good. They knew that they would lose their touch someday and reveal their true self, their true intentions. And finally, after all these years of being locked up and tortured, the heroes needed Villains help.

Hero gulped visibly, throat bobbing up and down. Their eyes flickered to their teammates, but they all knew that they didn’t have any other choice. Villain was the only one who could defeat Superhero. “Please-“

“On your knees.” Villains smile only grew at the blush that ran up Hero’s neck to their cheeks, dusting them in a light pink as they thought on the others words. Finally, after a deep breath and another second of contemplation Hero got down on one knee. Looking up at their nemesis with those beautiful, pleading brown eyes. “I said both knees.”

Hero looked about to combust, their whole face and neck a burning red as they let their other knee drop and came to a fully kneeling position. The other heroes were silent, besides the occasional uneasy shuffle of feet or cloth, but besides that it was quiet. So eerily quiet.

Villain bit their bottom lip at the sight, what a beautiful sight. The heroes who had chained them up in this cell so long ago now so obedient and complaint. Beautiful.

“Remove my bonds.” Hero went to get up from their kneeling position to reach for the lock on Villains restraints, but Villain stopped them. “Not you, Hero. You stay still and look pretty for me. Sidekick, free me.”

Technically Sidekick didn’t have the authority to do that, but another seconds hesitation and it looked like Villain was getting impatient so they moved. Quickly grabbing Hero’s key from their belt and unlocking the chains that had held Villain down for so long.

Meanwhile, Hero was sure they were going to die of embarrassment. Were they seriously submitting to their enemy? After all their hard work to keep them contained? Not to mention their reputation in front of their teammates… They could only feel less and less leader-like the more time passed.

Villain sighed comfortably as the chains finally slipped off them. They had been wrapped in those for years and it was starting to take a toll on their body. Thankfully, they were off now and Villain would have plenty of bubble baths to soak in and massages to help after they easily defeated Superhero.

The criminals eyes flipped back to Hero’s unsure ones, they looked uncomfortable but not in the way of which they needed help, but in the way that they wanted to disappear from the earths surface because of how embarrassed they were. Villain couldn’t help but smirk, Hero was so cute with pink flushed cheeks.

“You can grovel at my feet now, darling… beg prettily enough and I’ll help you with a strategy to take down Superhero, okay?”

It took every ounce of restraint in Hero’s body not to cuss Villain out right then and there before stomping out of the room in a fit. Instead, they plastered on a smile over their growing red face and begged. “Villain. Won’t you please help us defeat Superhero.”

Villain didn’t look satisfied, waving their hand in a ‘continue’ gesture as they lifted a brow.

“We really, really, really, need your help. Please, Villain, help us.” The other look displeased once more, shaking their head and facepalming as they let out an annoyed huff.

“As much as I’d love to keep this up, Superhero will be here any moment seeking to tear down this place with all of us in it. So will you all please get to your posts and I’ll give you directions from there.” Villain gestured with their hand to the group standing behind Hero to move out and they all shuffled away.

Hero got up off the floor to join them at their places when Villain stopped them.

“Ah, ah, ah, you and I are going to work on your begging instead, dearest…”

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Modern Fantasy Monsters: Party Culture

Satyrs throw the best parties. Hands down going to a satyr’s party means that you’re going to go in for a good time and come out completely plastered but, happy. 

Sirens who sing karaoke in a separate room together so they don’t cause chaos with their hypnotic voices. They have singing contest with their friends on who can sing the best song. 

Fairies who create enchanting dancing circles. BUT, they make sure that it’s safe for humans and other creatures to join in. 

Merfolks doing dumb stunts jumping into the pool. They jump from different heights all landing perfectly in the water. (A human tried to follow their mermaid friend by jumping off the patio and fortunately an orc caught them just in time before they hit the ground)

Werewolf girls looking out for their human friends making packs of safe spaces for women to escape from creepy guys. 

Dwarves bringing ALL of the alcohol. But, also being surprisingly  responsible with people who are drinking.  

Elves who are usually studious and uptight completely let loose during a party. All of their defenses go down becoming a completely different person. (Next time someone brings up the elf at the party they adamantly  deny that they changed and get pissy when someone brings it up)

Orcs, Satyrs, Dwarves and Ogres all having drinking contest with each other. It’s always fun to see who wins. 

Witches and Wizards who brew potions mixing them with alcohol with mixed results. 

Demons creating big bonfires with their flames.. 

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Random thought...

Modern jobs for fanatasy creatures:

- A bridge troll who works as a tollbooth operator. It’s a lot easier than trying to scare people into paying you, and slightly less chance of being stabbed with a longsword.

- A fairy who works in a coffee shop, or bakery, who’s customers always think they make the best pastries. It’s okay to take the food and drink, since the money exchanged makes it a fair trade.

- Dragons who work in the banking industry. They may, or may not, fully understand what investments, mortgages, or interest rates, mean but they do know that their horde grows year after year and that’s good enough for them.

Anyone got any other amusing ideas? Then feel free to add.

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When you are inspired by something and then lost it 🙃

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art that appeals to an audience of me, myself, and i

chiluc week 2022 @chilucexchange

day 7 free day → equestrian au

open for better quality | no reposts | ID under the cut

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Can't become a God (338 words) by WritingBox Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Raiden Ei | Baal & Scaramouche Characters: Raiden Ei | Baal, Scaramouche (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: Scaramouche's Real Name (Genshin Impact), Raiden Ei | Baal is Scaramouche's Parent, Raiden Shogun | Baal is Called Ei (Genshin Impact), Hurt/Comfort, Wordcount: 100-1.000, Short One Shot, written before scaramouche release, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:

What if the Electro Archon's Gnosis rejects Scaramouche?

Inspired by a Tik Tok

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“Landscaping your mind - Chapter one. You are sitting in a field surrounded by grass blades. Ebbing and flowing through the gusts of your imagination. Each of those blades represents a past life. Memories. Desires. Dreams. And past loves. By plucking one you shall reveal.”

scar’s monologue thing at the end of grians last episode, i had to write it down BRJBBEGFJRH

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I was listening to Youtube & got an Idea. 

So there is this video; Come little Childern (Shout out to Chocojincake) and my brain went Spooky or Dark Phil story.

So modern setting?

He is kind of a urban legend

Basically Phil takes Childern away from abuse or orphans? Or maybe he just takes kids he like, depends on the author

I am thinking that he gets the Angel of Death title after he take enough children

Chat can be included too!

Crows can become an omen that the angel of death would claim them soon after

Or maybe Fae! Philza

Honestly, it can be anyone who Phil enchants/takes

Could be Twinduo + Tommy, Benchtrio, Purpled + Bench trio

Honestly whoever you want but

I think that the story would be a 3 + 1 type of thing

Basically a few chapters of with switch pov’s. 

For example; 

starts with Tommy’s --> Purpled --> Ranboo --> Tubbo 

And odd things happen 

Whether it be actually Phil talking to the kid, cryptically

Odd Dreams

Crows hanging out around them

Something bad happening but doesn’t affect (insert kid here)

Waking up and they didn’t fall asleep there

And other things

Then finally a final chapter where they are taken away

The reason why Phil does this is competely free for the author to do if they want included it

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Grian Season 9 snippet!!

Warning:

Themes of dreams, derealization & implied not believing reality is reality.

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“Where the hell is this place?” Grian whispers as he looks around the idyllic landscape. It is a simple field. The breeze slowly flowing over the rolling plains, with sparse trees just barely visible in the distance. Grian’s blonde hair follows the wind. It is peaceful in the same way as a graveyard is. Silence. With no ambience sounds. No birds nor the sounds of swaying grass or the slight whisper of a breeze. It is just silent. Grian takes a step back, there is no nearly silent crunch sound of the grass being crushed. He looks around the landscape again. It feels like something is waiting. 

 It is suspense but the suspense of what? Grian questions to himself silently.

This doesn’t look like any season of hermitcraft he has been a part of (Officially and unofficially) but it doesn’t look like any server he had been a part of in the past either, those were all in cities with no grass plains like this. Nor his private world, with his little cottage with his cats…. 

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Quite an old drawing so some of the designs aren’t the same (looking at you, enderman.)but I thought I’d share my take on how different mobs look (despite the fact only 3 are relatively different but oh well)

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I know I am late but... Consider.

Afterlife SMP flowerhusbands with Vampire Scott.... 

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WIP

This is for my Series “Ain't No Crying 'till the War's done”; The series is non-linear & just a bunch of one-shots.

A/n This is just hurt/comfort with brotherly disc duo & not beta’d so have fun with all my mistakes. Also Superpowers are called enchantments & Tommy is 16

Relationship: Platonic brotherly Tommy & Dream (NOT A SHIP) Content warning: Discussion of Minor Character, discussion of death, Survivor’s gulit, (Tommy) implied  suicidal ideation, mentions of natural disasters

Summary:  After a bad mission, Tommy has a nightmare. Thankfully Dream is number two hero Cryptid

Tommy woke quickly up in his large apartment in the big bed with soft sheets and blankets, more than big enough for a teenager his size. Could fit 3 other people & it would still be comfortable. If three people would ever come to his apartment. But those people didn’t exist, Tommy didn’t let them exist. Don’t get distacted from your goal

He slowly but surely moves from the too big bed over to his bathroom. He splashes some water in his face then looks up at the mirror. It shows what remains of the nightmare’s origins. Bandages covering his body at seemingly random, there are also leftover burn marks, small bruises and meaningless small cuts.

Two disasters at once, a medium sized fire & a building collapsed. In the end 34 people were injured, 13 people were fatally injured, 6 people died.

His failures are reflected back at him. He lived. Not that Tommy had much to live for or much of a life to live. But they were people with lives that had so much more to their life. More life than Tommy would ever be allowed to live.

As Theseus maybe there is a bit more but Tommy isn’t Theseus.

The supposed prodigy that is hypothetically living the life that many young adults could only dream of. Theseus is the one who is friends with Warden, Dream, Firestorm & REM. (Or  Sam, Dream, Sapnap & George.) Theseus is the one who works himself into the ground day in & day out to be the best hero he can be.

Theseus has a promising hero career in front of him.

But Tommy isn’t Theseus.

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Welcome

Hello, I am Box (They/Them) & I am a fanfic writer on AO3. My blog is 15+ as this blog may contain suggestive or dark themes.

My asks are open but at this time I am not taking requests. I will happily reply to headcanons, snippets or random ideas, though. Please keep my asks PG-13 (^◇^;)

May add a masterlist in the future

#The-Writingbox for general posts #Box’s reblogs for reblogging fanart, headcanons or stuff I like #TWB Snippets for writing/headcanons

Do you have a Schedule? 

Not at the moment as I am currently finishing my senior year but I am finishing within the next month. I mostly try to post whenever I am finished or a few times a month.

What do you write?

Romance (between adults), Fluff, Angst, hurt/comfort, dark, whump, soulmates, Vent Fics. Basically a whole lot of things.

What I will not write is below, has some possibly triggering content but I want to make it clear.

What will not you write?

Explicit Smut

 This may change in the future but at the moment I will not write this

Rape

Anything pedophilic or Minor x Adult

Transphobic or Homophobic

CC (Content Creator) Specific:

I will only ever write abou the characters or personas that the CC protray. I will never write the actual content creator, especially as some are young adults (like myself)

I highly recommend this Tumblr @/SMP Boundaries for CC’s Boundaries if you are unsure of someone’s boundaries.