#I knew I was going to keep writing it

[lokorum]

so....................i've read unraveled the other day.................... and then ive re-read it.........and now im in the middle of re-reading it again????

honestly cant promise that im not gonna keep coming back to it until someone would steal my phone and then i'll just log in from the pc lets be real here (¬‿¬ ) but!!! what i wanted to say is that its just such a good fic?? so well written? it has all the right words in just the right order and i can and will argue till late night that it healed part of myself that i had no idea existed. these descriptions of hugs??? gonna stay with me untill the very end  (*_ _)人  

and drawing something is the least i can do to show just how much your work means, @2btheanswertothequestion  (/▿＼ )

"unraveled" became my spiderverse canon since the moment ive finished chapter one and it will stay this way!!! thank you so so much for all the long hours and all the hard work you clearly had put into it!! you're amazing!! ♡

[marciliedonato]

So... Apparently UA s4 is a massive flop.... I'm not saying we need to start bullying* showrunners and writers and networks/streamers (*putting pressure on them to do right by beloved pieces of media with passionate fan bases so much so that they feel they'll get the guillotine if they do anything less than perfect and justice by the story/characters) but.... We need to start bullying showrunners and writers and networks/streamers again. These mfs have gotten too comfortable

[butterflysonnets]

yes i'm rooting for m*leven breakup because byler is neat but mostly? i'm rooting for m*leven breakup for the sake of el and mike.

to me, their romance was always a puppy love born out of a combination of social pressures, naïve curiosity, and a lack of true understanding regarding intimacy and romantic love and what it really is. it was real in that they do truly, deeply care about each other and they are close friends, maybe even shared an attraction, but a maturing romance is so much more than that. they've grown up and out of being boyfriend/girlfriend, and that's okay! i think television/film needs to show more often that most of us don't have definite "soulmates" or first childhood loves that we spend our whole lives with. it doesn't mean these relationships meant nothing and didn't impact us, it just means they've run their course and that something else is in the cards, and this is part of life!

i've always felt el was at her best and most confident self when broken up with mike, discovering who she was and what she liked alongside another girl her age instead of just relying on mike for mentorship on how to live in the real world. she deserves more of an opportunity to find herself, her autonomy, and her independence, and to love who she is, and she's made it clear she's felt insecure in the relationship with mike because she isn't being loved and understood the way she wants, needs, and deserves from someone who is her partner.

also, it's okay if mike doesn't love her in "the way he should". he is not obligated to love her romantically and stay in a relationship with her just because she's a girl, because she "needed someone", or because he cares about her a lot. he shouldn't be pressured into a romance if it's not truly coming from his heart. he deserves freedom to find out and honour who he is, too, instead of just staying in his non-functional first relationship — one he got into as a child, essentially — and defining himself that way because it's what's expected when a boy and a girl are close. he loves her in some way, yes, but it's okay if he doesn't feel comfortable or secure being her boyfriend anymore, for whatever reason that is. he's felt insecure too, and that's valid and it matters.

they are their own people and are steadily growing and changing every day. they need time to figure out who those people are, and it's become clear (at least in my opinion) that those people aren't meant to be a couple at this stage.

they deserve freedom. they deserve to grow up and be authentic to themselves and not feel like they need to lie for the sake of a relationship. they deserve to move on from this version of their relationship that isn't making them happy and rekindle the best part of their bond: their strong, beautiful friendship. they don't have to be a couple if it doesn't make them stronger and better and happier people.

i think it would be healthy and wonderful for a show, especially one consumed frequently by young adults, to show a relationship starting, progressing, and ending on good terms in this way. sometimes things don't work out, and that is okay.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Parentalbond Horror

*grinning* I am baaaaaaaack!! @spotaus get over here :D

So. I had the difficult choice on which drabble i wanted to write so For now I settled on this one because I haven't had the chance to write a drabble with Horror's pov since a while and that is a crime.

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As always we go in unbeta'ed and unedited.

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Horror checks the windows again before turning back to the couch and seeing Nightmare just staring at him.

Horror tils his skull "sleep will be easier if you actually lay down...." And he looks pointedly at the couch.

Nightmare gains that stubborn glint in his sockets again as he huffs "I am fine. Not tired at all." he looks at the pile of bags in the corner of the room wishfully.

Horror has to keep his chuckling inside as he answers "Shame then that it is bedtime for young skeletons." And adult skeletons. Horror glances at the other three. All KO on the other couch, all still dressed in their normal clothes and none of them actually finished their meals.

Horror will have to pack up the leftovers. Make sure nothing goes to waste. But he will let them sleep for now and just make them eat a big breakfast. But all three had been running themselves ragged lately. Especially after the last encounter they had had with the Stars.

It meant they have been making more jumps and teleports and not going out as much to collect things to make it easier for them.

Horror walks over to them and puts one of the blankets in this apartment over them, he doesn't bother to try and pull them away from one another. The four of them always had the habit of sleeping in a pile and that habit only got worse once they started searching for Nightmare and reclaimed him.

Horror checks Ngihtmare's plate and smiles "You finished it all today." No wonder he is grumpier and more active than usual.

Nightmare pulls a face and crosses his arms. Horror walks over and nudges him at his shoudler "Sleep time." and he waits.

Nightmare grumbles more as he pushes the blankets and pillows around. Horror just crosses his arms as he waits. Nightmare huffs but lays his skull down on the pillow and glares at him.

Horror knows he is grinning but he is proud to say he doesn't actually snort or laugh at the grumpy face Nightmare is pulling. instead he moves closer slowly, the first week of watching Nightmare flinch at every movement and sound had been horrible, and puts the blanket over him as well.

Nightmare doesnt complain about it. Most likely becuase he just saw Horror do the same for the other three.

Horror nods and sits by him "Time to sleep." it is his turn to keep watch and he plans on taking ti seriously.

Nightmare huffs but just turns his face further into the pillow. Tiny body starting to relax with the simple comforts.

Horror tries to not be obvious as he keeps an eye on Nightmare.

Horror knows of course what is going on and he is trying to not give in. At least one of them should not give into the adopting.

Horror can admit he had been surprised that Dust was the first one to actually soul adopt Nightmare. Especially after only a week. It had been so fast and the transition between the before and after state had been so smoothly that Horror had honestly thought that Dust had done it on purpose and planned.

It would have made sense. Dust had been the one to find the book first and been the one to actually manage to get Nightmare back to them.

Only for it to become obvious that Dust had no idea what he had just done.

Soul adoption is a rather normal thing for monsters to do. Though in most universes they rarely happened as monsters don't tend to abandon children.

But well, Horror's AU had been one with starvation and a lot of fighting. People lost their lives in multiple ways. That meant quite a few orphans.

Soul adoption happened when an adult monster willingly took the role as caretaker for a younger monster who doesn't have a caretaker. There are a few more factors obviously but Horror doesn't know all of them of the top of his skull, especially not now with that hole in it.

What it comes down to? Nightmare is an orphan and has no one he could go to that could take care of them, and all of them know this. Dust found out first and surprisingly his soul was open enough to the idea to accept Nightmare as... well... his.

There are more hurdles in this situation of course. The fact that they Nightmare they knew was an adult, which is what Horror thinks is tripping up Cross. But Dust had been very quick with accepting that Nightmare is now a child and so immediantly treated him as one.

Killer took a bit longer but quickly fell into step as well. Calling Nightmare tiny boss and going from his right-hand-man to his babysitter, Killer's words not Horror's.

Horror is however a bit surprised that Killer also soul adopted Nightmare. In theory it shouldn't have happened as Nightmare at this time already had Dust as his caretaker and so technically didn't need one anymore.

Seems like Killer's soul didn't agree with that.

Horror can't say a lot about it though, seeing as he can feel it happening with himself as well. And he has no doubt that Cross is very close to giving into his own instincts and feelings concerning this as well.

The whole thing with their last interaction with the Stars is a very big give away. Even if Cross felt very embarresed by his own reaction.

At least Nightmare is no truly convinced that they won't harm him and will help him. Horror is happy they managed to get there and with it having only been a month since they took him with them. Horror can say they did a good job.

Nightmare has falled asleep.

Horror move slowly and silently and puts two fingers to the the side of his small belly and feels.

Horror may not have a lot of magic himself but his AU was left him with a very useful skill. Wiht how little food there was available and how little magic there was there came issues. One of the issues was that after a while the magic monsters had wasn't strong enough anymore to digest the food that the mosnters did manage to eat. meaning that even if the monster ate food they would not get any energy or new magic from it.

Meaing that even if they ate they would continue to starve.

Wiht how difficult it had been for Nightmare at first to eat or even remember to eat Horror had worried something simular may have happened. That being in the goop form had caused his own magic to grow too weak to be able to function fully.

But all Horror feels is the soft and quiet purr of NIghtmare's magic working hard to use the offered food to rebuild the babybones' small reserves.

Horror sighs a sigh or relieve and just watches Nightmare for a moment. Nightmare, having noticed the pressure on him, makes an unhappy sound and his socket flutters open to give him a sour look.

Horror chuckles as he whispers "I apologise." Horror is unsure how clear his answer is as Horror himself is purring like a loud law mower at this point.

Nightmare blinks at him, still looking like the tiniest little grumpy skeleton this multiverse has ever known, before closing his sockets again and turning on his side. surprisingly not away from the touch and light hold.

Horror watches the other. It is strange. They are all different yet Nightmare still has them all completely under his control. Yet it is in a completely different way and Ngihtmare now doesn't even seem to realise it.

Horror leans on the couch and watches their tiny charge just sleep. Horror had managed to keep the need to complete an adoption at bay by reminding himself that Nightmare already had a caretaker- well two and a half now, Horror is sure that all Cross still needs to complete the soul adoption is a tiny nudge. Horror thinks that Cross is jsut thinking too much about it and doubting his own instincts and feelings.

But that still leaves Horror, and what he wants to do. He figured that it would be better to at least keep one of them unbiased in this nature, just in case that Nightmare suddenly turns into an adult again. But the longer this went on the less likely it seemed to Horror.

Not to forget. Horror doesn't even think Nightmare wants to be an adult again. Not now that he is a child but doens't have to vigilent every moment of every day.

Does he technically already have caretakers? Yes. Does Horror still want to count himself as one? Yes.

So. He just picks for himself.

Horror moves slowly and quietly as he picks Nightmare up. Nightmare grumbles in his sleep at being moved but calms when his magic recognises Horror.

Horror gets comfortable on the couch and lays Nightmare on his sternum. He can still feel the tiny soul beat and pulse fast even through two shirts.

Horror pulls the blanket back over Nightmare and waits.

It doesn't take long as Horror can feel the slight pull on his magic and energy. Hardly noticable and Horror doubts that if he wasn't so paranoid about his own levels he would have noticed.

It is something tiny monsters do. To help stabalise and sharp their own magic they try to take tiny bits of their parents, or caretakers in this case, to help guide them. It all happens naturally.

Horror just holds the tiny babybones closer and feesl Ngihtmare's soul slowly start to match Horror's own soulbeat and he feels all the calmer.

Now it is pretty much done. Horror will have to probably deal with this decision one day but for now he is happy. Their tiny babybones is comfortable and everyone is resting. Tomorrow they will have to worry about getting supplies and where they can go and eventually where they will sleep that night.

But right now? Right now he doesn't have to worry about that. and all he ahs to worry about is that their babybones is comfortable and healing.

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[august-writing]

"Not I," I said, "I love you."

Yet when blood was on your face I knew you not.

"Would you follow me, my child? Even in the dark?"

But when the light blew dim I fled.

You told me of the future, and of a joy to come 

You loved me and you taught me

"I know your heart, my child."

When you were weak and weary where was I to comfort?

When you cried out for the Father I hid my face.

I saw you. I saw your eyes and anguish.

O how it pierced me. How could I abandon you?

"Not I," I said, "I love you." But how could it be true?

I turned and left my lover.

Weak and twisted is the heart that claimed to live for you

How can it be, how can I live? I wish to love you.

Yet it is a dead heart that saw your face among the crowd.

A light flew across the distance. On the wings of your suffering.

O how it pierced me. My eyes have opened.

I don't deserve to be here, to sing and see the dawn

Lord let me live and love you

How I was meant to all along

[vigilskept]

a lot of this has already been said probably but what keeps getting to me about the statements around the worldstate decisions is that aside from all the reasons it feels really shitty as a player coming from previous games, it erases the interconnectedness of thedas as a continent

putting together the choices from origins & inquisition, you can leave ferelden with a monarch who will leave behind no heir who at this point will be appearing less and less healthy each time he is seen in public. you can leave orlais with an emperor who has effectively gained this position by coup and garnered support on the promise of restoring orlesian glory through war (against ferelden AND nevarra. btw.)

but sure. let’s say that’s a peripheral conflict for the north. already stretching the limits of believability given how quickly tevinter slavers and antivan crows were able to react to the unrest during the blight but sure. let’s say they have bigger things to worry about rn.

let’s consider the divine election in trespasser then. any of the 3 divines can propel the chantry to the very brink of fracturing based on their approval. if they do manage to keep it united, then you can have a chantry under divine vivienne who empowers mages more than ever before under the chantry or divine leliana who has abolished circles entirely and opened the priesthood to elves, dwarves and vashoth/tal-vashoth. because of the timeskip this is now a state of affairs that has existed for a decade. there is no conceivable way that the social & political implications of this have not reached across thedas

there’s admitting you wrote yourself into a corner with the branching and need to do some retconning to stabilize the worldstates… and then there’s saying “that was all in the South. it doesn’t matter here.”

[uwudonoodle]

Writeblr: "NoNoWriMo are sell outs. Let's cancel them!"

Me, who is brand new to writing, thinking it was just an activity people chose to do, much like making a New Year's Resolution: "It's an organization...? With like money and stuff???"

[here-comes-the-moose]

Ummm… so what does it mean if someone looked at over half of their family members (most of which are on one side), themselves included, and have thought “oh that sounds a lot like Tech or like something Tech would do or gives off Tech vibes”?

I’m not asking for a friend.

[thesummerstorms]

The other thing that I think I would want in an Annabeth Wayne AU that I don't think I've seen so far is Bruce being absolutely pissed at Athena.

It was bad enough with Talia and Damian, but Athena is a literal god of wisdom who should know better AND he doesn't even have the "culpability" of having slept with her.

She one hundred percent saw Batman, tactician of the Justice League, was drawn in by her aspect of the Goddess of Strategy, and proceeded to create a child without his consent, a daughter who she didn't even raise before the child became a weapon.

And like whatever else, however fucked up Damian was by his own training to become a child-weapon, at least Talia loved Damian.

Whereas Athena loves Annabeth in the way a Goddess loves, not the way a Person loves, and I don't think Bruce, whose entire identity is so fixated on his relationship with his own parents, would recognize that as love at all.

And, like, Talia put Damian through a lot of shit. I think Bruce would be angry there too. But when push came to shove, she at least at some point brought him to Bruce because she thought it was in her son's best interests.

Athena actively lead Annabeth away from Bruce and into the streets at the age of seven, which Bruce would never see as in her best interest, whatever Athena's godly perspective is, however badly he reacted after Jason's death, even though he couldn't see (and dismissed the idea of) the spiders and the monsters. She was seven. In the streets of Gotham.

Athena let Annabeth fight a major role in two wars back to back without being there to train her or protect her or love her or even advise her. Athena advocated for the cold blooded murder of the other children who had actually tried to keep his daughter safe. Athena sent Annabeth against Arachne when Athena's children have universally died on that quest for a thousand years.

Athena let Bruce think he had gotten Annabeth killed because of his own inability to handle his grief. Let him think his daughter was dead or worse for years. Would have let him keep thinking that if the Fates didn't have other plans.

And just, in true fashion for all of my ideas on a PJO x DC crossover, everyone really comes out more traumatized than before. This includes Bruce.

Because now he wasn't just used unknowingly for a child just once, but twice. And in both cases he's going to have to live forever with the guilt of not having been able to protect his kids from what their other parent wanted to make of them

(On top of all the ways he has directly failed them and made any complexes worse, of course )

[generic-sonic-fan]

Shadow: Omega, you've made it clear that you knew who Sonic was before Rouge freed us, and that you hated him. But what did you think of me? I was trapped down there with you. Did you- Omega: I HATED YOU. Shadow: Omega: I WANTED YOU DEAD. Shadow: You blamed me for your predicament. I understand. I would have done the same in your situation. Omega: NEGATIVE. EGGMAN WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR OUR PREDICAMENT. Shadow: Omega: YOU WERE ANNOYING. Shadow: Omega: YOUR TANK WOULD NOT CEASE BUBBLING. YOUR LEFT EYE TWITCHED AT IRREGULAR INTERVALS. ONCE EVERY 2.5 MONTHS YOU WOULD THRASH AGAINST THE GLASS, BUT NEVER HARD ENOUGH TO BREAK FREE OF YOUR CONTAINMENT. YOU WERE PATHETIC. Shadow: Shadow: I'm sorry? Omega: APOLOGY ACCEPTED. MARGINALLY.

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

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Maria was quiet as she sat in her cell, legs curled up beneath her. As scary as it had been, being taken and being brought here, it had been bearable with Shelly. Simply knowing that she wasn't alone, that she had someone to talk to or to cry with when things got bad. Now she was alone.

She sighed, her arm still aching as she remembered that afternoon. The doctor had had a gleeful smile on his face when he injected his needle into her skin, mumbling things like "interesting" and "it wasn't supposed to do that" when she started to scream in pain, and her skin started to bubble.

Now, although her arm had returned to the normal colour and size, it still hurt.

She jumped up as she heard the celldoors next to her slam open, the metal door clanging against her own. She looked on as she saw two bodies being dropped inside, freezing when she realised who they were. The second the soldiers left, she moved towards the edge of her cell, reaching her good arm out to try and wake the boys.

"Paul?" She shook him softly. "Marko?"

They didn't wake up. Maria sighed, nodding to herself. That they were here meant something bigger was going on. They - their group - was one that took care of their own. So either they went missing, and the others would come and get them out - a thought that slightly comforter Maria, seeing she had a good understanding with the boys. Or, and this thought did scare her, they were the rescue crew and somehow got beat.

Blindfolded, arms tied behind her back, tied to a chair - that's how Julie woke up. Her head was throbbing, her limbs aching. Somewhere along the way, from the van to this room, pne of the soldiers must have knocked her out again. They probably thought she'd be too much trouble otherwise - not a lie, necessarily. She did come here to kill her sire, after all. Being blindfolded, however, made it difficult to pinpoint where in the building she was. The smell of the room she was in was sterile, but that didn't say much. Almost every room at COL was sterile or would be kept that way.

She didn't try to remove her binds, and she didn't try to remove the cap over her head. She had talked with Max about this. They needed to think she was still scared, that she was horrified to be back here - just so she could seize the moment and attack. Max biggest piece of advice had been to let them underestimate her. They had seen her fight, they had seen her weaknesses - but they didn't know that she'd been training now. That she'd been getting stronger and better and that she had back up.

She stilled her movements as the door opened, heavy footsteps echoing through the room as the man - she assumed it was a man - stepped further into the room.

"It's so convenient, not having to gag you."

Julie froze. She recognised that voice. She tried to remember, tried to bring the voice back - She knew she had heard it before. But who it belonged to? She had no clue.

"My men were convinced you'd attack me," he continued, "but I don't think these binds are needed, right? No, I think you'll do exactly as I say."

Julie felt an uncomfortable shiver roll down her spine as the man stepped behind her, untying her arms. He removed the blindfold from her eyes.

"I command you to not look at me. You do not see me."

A sudden cloudiness came into vision, the man being no more than a blurred spot. Julie realised finally who it was that was speaking to her. It was the man who had made her who she was. It was the man who had commanded her to be silent after she had cried out in pain and agony. It was the man who had robbed her of the mortal life she had wanted to live.

Julie tried to remember, tried to envision his face, his voice, his eyes - but nothing came to mind. It was as if he did not exist in either time or memory. Even though he was standing right in front of her, she wasn't able to describe him if she'd had to.

"It was a shame I never took you back. You always managed to stay out of my hands - until now." He chuckled. "Well, I can't blame you for trying." The man chuckled. "Of course, the fighting ring wasn't the same after. People loved betting on you. You made us richer than you probably could have imagined. That poor little kid, with those ugly scars, fighting against those big bad horned monsters? Ha!" He laughed, "It was the best decision the big boss ever made."

Julie looked at her hands, folded neatly in her lap. They got rich while she'd suffered. It was to be expected, she thought bitterly. She remembered the first time she had been in that ring. She didn't know how to fight. She hadn't had a single hour of training. Across from her stood a minotaur, angry and stressed, ready to fight to take any mercy they would grant him. That first fight she didn't stand a chance. She tried to defend herself, evade attacks - but in the end, it was fruitless. The minotaur had launched at her, horns first, pinning her to the wall - one of his horns piercing fully through her upper arm. It had taken her weeks to even remotely heal from that. She shook her head softly, trying to stop remembering. That was then. She hadn't known how to fight. After that first fight, after healing and recovering from it, she had fought many more times. Multiple times per week, she had been thrown into that ring, forced to fight, forced to do what she could to gain a favour. A shower, some food, water if you were lucky. A little extra for being good entertainment.

"Don't look so sad. You could have been a star if you'd stuck around." The man cupped her face, the feeling sending shivers down her spine. "Of course, that isn't going to happen now. No, you were always a good experiment - especially after I resolved that sound issue you'd been having. Poor doctor Gregory couldn't work with all of your screaming. I'm all about a positive working environment, you see, so you understand that it was a necessary job to make sure working here was a positive experience for dear old Gregory."

Tears welled up in her eyes. She needed to focus. Don't listen to your sire, listen to your own mind, your own thoughts. Remember what the boys said. Keep him busy, and keep him distracted. That's how you can win.

"The poor thing is crying!" Her sire laughed, taking her hands and forcing her out of the chair she was sitting on. "Let's give you a reason to-"

Julie lunged at him. She jumped up, slamming down onto his chest, sending him to the ground. She moved quickly, curling her legs around his head, grabbing his head with her hands, twisting and pulling - only to be thrown backwards, a loud crack echoing through the room.

If she had been capable of producing any noise, she would have cried out, screamed a heartstopping scream of guttural pain and desperation. Hissing and whimpering, she got up, ignoring the electric shocks going through her with every movement she made.

"You got guts, I've got to give you that," the man laughed. "But how about you stop fighting?"

Julie froze, not moving anymore. Not fighting sounded nice. It sounded peaceful. No more pain, no more hurt. Calm. Warmth. Peace.

No! She shook her head. She had to fight it, she had to fight him, she had to- think of peace. Had to think of no more fighting, of no more strain, of no more injuries, of - ripping his head off, staking him through the heart, remembering what he had done to her and - be at peace.

Her sire was strong, Julie realised. She had known that, of course she had. But she had never assumed that she would be fighting him alone. She needed to be stronger. She needed to fight him, and she needed to get out of this alive. With a sudden serge of determination, she moved forward, rushing towards him, pushing him off balance. Julie pinned him to the ground, ready to rip his heart out, when suddenly he spoke again.

"I command you to look at me. See me."

Julie couldn't help but do as he demanded. She looked at him. She saw his face. She noticed the tattoos on his hand, his arms, his neck. She saw his black hair, the brown eyes. She had seen them before, not too long ago.

Julie stumbled backwards, falling down on the ground, her face contorted in pain. She knew this face, she knew this voice, she knew this man. She had trusted him. Tears welled up in her eyes as realisation dawned on her.

The man who she had seen as her saviour was the man who destroyed her.

Her sire rose to his feet, a sickening grin on his face. "It's nice to see you still know who I am, Julie. After all," he chuckled, "I went to such lengths to mess with you. What did you think of the head? My witch worked on it for days."

He laughed, shaking his head as if he just told the best joke in the world. He looked at Julie, noticing her panicked expression. "No, poor thing, you really thought I was dead? No, one as old as me doesn't die that quickly. Many have tried."

Julie tried to crawl backwards, wanting to get away.

"Stay, Julie. You still haven't thanked me for getting you out of here in the first place. Then, of course," he grinned, "I made that kind of hard for you, isn't it? Hell, I made everything hard for you. I fucked with your brain more times than you could think. Adding memories, removing them, removing senses - you were a fun test subject Jules. It's been so much fun to see you struggle to see you try and be okay with this. I was waiting for the moment you would break and they would abandon you or kill you - hell, I expected you to go on a killing spree and kill the whole of Santa Carla!" He smirked. "I guess you're a bit tougher than I thought. My mistake."

The man stepped closer to her, caressing her cheek.

"But playtime is over. It's time to say goodbye to your sweet old life, and to -"

Julie didn't hear him, didn't want to hear him. Lucien was alive. Lucien, who had saved her. Lucien, who had brought her to her new family. But also the one who had ruined her life. He was also the one who had taken her voice. Who had taken memories, who had messed with her just for his own fun. He was the one who let her change take place over the course of fifteen months, tormenting her whenever she experienced the bloodlust. Lucien was behind her pain, her nightmares, her fears.

Dazed, she stared at the wall in front of her. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real.

Next chapter >

[crybaby-bkg]

I wanna write something about terrorizing an old man bc you want him to fuck you, but he keeps holding back bc he’s scared of breaking you :(

[scionshtola]

FFXIVWrite2024 Prompt 3 - Tempest

characters: Corisande Ymir, Hermes rating: G | word count: 372 words notes: 6.0 spoilers through Ktisis Hyperboreia and all the cutscenes immediately after

At the highest point of Ktisis Hyperboreia, Hermes falls to his knees. He is a person again, the transformation undone and the conjured winds dissipating in his defeat. He kneels in the middle of the platform, hunched and winded, and despite the performance he just displayed, he seems more fragile to Corisande than before. 

Before anyone can stop them—and Corisande knows they will try—they step forward. Their borrowed shoes make little sound against the metal floor as they approach, their robe whispers around their legs. The others murmur behind them, one’s protests louder than the others, but Corisande presses forward.

She stops beside him, and sets her gun on the floor as she kneels. His gaze stays on the ground, but the pain etched in the turn of his mouth is obvious. She can only guess at the depth of it, measured against the memory of her own pain—the nearly forgotten hurt of always feeling on the outside, the grief caused by no one attempting to understand, the strain of not belonging where she was but having nowhere else to go. 

Corisande rests their hand on his forearm, and he finally looks up. They meet his wild, teary gaze, and will him to remember. The flower changes for me, too.

He blinks, and the storm in his eyes clears. For a moment, Corisande can see the same wide-eyed understanding they shared on the grounds below, the flower held gently between their hands.

It only lasts a heartbeat, the space of a breath, the single rise and fall of a pair of wings, before a voice cuts in. “It’s over, Hermes.” 

The moment shatters, and the loss is a jagged pain in her chest. They both stand, and Hermes’ eyes dart away to watch Hades approach, something akin to resignation in his gaze.

Corisande falls back to the space between Hythlodaeus and Venat. She’s not quite sure what comes next, but whatever it is, she knows she can’t stop it. There’s no saving him, or any of them, from what has already happened. 

But even when he turns against them again, when he traps them in chains, when the winds rage once more—she cannot shake the feeling she let him and Meteion down.

[puppetmaster13u]

so tempted to do a thing for @phoenixcatch7's possessed doll au Because I am just stuck with this image of B's puppet body being damaged, his gas mask off, and him going straight up Feral. Am I saying I want to draw him mauling the joker? Maybe. Maybe I do. He'd deserve it.

[rarilight]

unfortunately i finally found the one thing that will murder the story I've been working on

you see, several sections of it and the climax hinge on a contest-winning fashion line Rarity makes, and unfortunately my fashion sense is so nonexistent, it is jeans and black shirts and hoodies,

we had a good run, raritwi chat 😔😔😔😔 it's back to playing balatro for us

[thegreenleavesofspring]

I don't listen to pop often, but when I do, it's the good stuff.