#Welcome to the new hole I've fallen into.

[cairfrey]

I love that Dungeon Crawler Carl is fairly new and I'm here for the start.

I've shared lots of quotes from it on here and every now and then I'll get tumblr notifications like:

The person liked your DCC post

The same person liked your DCC post

That same person even reblogged your post

And they added their own tags

And it's just like, "oh, I can see another person has fallen down the rabbit hole and has started search for DCC on tumblr."

Welcome to the world dungeon, crawlers!!!

[catherinelid]

Aaaaand here I am with another "AtF" fic!

Fallen Star

~Third person’s POV~

Quiet whisper, two souls in the dark

Two fallen stars

One escaping all the deepest

Fears

And suppressing feeling

Of guilt

The second, hopeless

Broken

Tries to live a life

But inner voice

Tells it has no point

As all is preordained

By the force

Above…

“…you know, i've always been interested what the stars are like out there,” - Sans said, looking wearily at the glittering stones on the ceiling, - “what colors and sizes do they come in? do they shine brighter than the only “stars” we have here? how often do they fall?”

“Stars… not… fall. Meteors do,” - you answered. As always, only a part of the words reached their destination.

“meteors? like… pieces of cosmic dust or rock?” - Sans took out an old and worn card with a picture of a shooting star from his pocket.

“Yes”

“huh. maybe i’m not missin’ much, then. if you too can only have rocks and dust falling from above. the only difference is the size,” - he said thoughtfully, looking at the photo in his hands, - “…so it was just a pretty legend after all. well, at least there's one less false charm. better to know the bitter truth than the sweet lie, as they say.”

He tried to say the last part cheerfully, but you still caught a note of disappointment in his voice. You felt the urge to comfort him somehow.

“…what shines …sky …real stars.”

“hm, it's a good thing that at least something turned out to be real, i guess. could you describe at least roughly what they look like? even a couple of details would be enough for me.”

“They… different colors. But from… surface… all look… white dots.”

“are they all equally bright?”

“No”

“are there any constellations?”

“Yes and no”

“…how so?”

“They… illusions. …form figures from …Earth, but …reality …stars …them may be very far apart.”

“interesting. thanks for sharing all these with me.”

“You …welcome. It …least …can do for you.”

“…you’re alright, pal? you sound really dusky all of a sudden.”

“…I’m alright”

“are you sure? you're goin’ to burn a hole in the grass with your stare.”

In response, you only remained silent.

“i won't pressure you if ya don't wanna share it, but know that you can always talk to me. unfortunately, i won't be able to help you directly, and i never really had a way with words, but i’m a good listener.”

“It… not… big deal. Just… bunch… life problems. One thing after another. …getting discouraged. But …okay, that's …everybody lives.”

“is that why you've been spending so much time in the underground lately? even more than usual, i mean. and... hiding from everyone, like the time i accidently found you crying behind the waterfall near snowdin?”

“Yes”

“i don’t know what happens in your life, and maybe this will sound weird comin’ from me, but... escapism won't solve your problems. i don't want you to feel unwelcome here, but you can't hide in our world forever. sooner or later, you're going to have to face what scares ya. trust me, i know from my own experience.”

You flinch at his last sentence. Strangely enough, Sans didn't seem to notice.

“come on, i know you can get through. where's my determined buddy? even though you had your losses here, you never gave up. and even when you were cornered, you didn't lock yourself away.”

“That …the point. It …lot easier …be determined here. In reality, I'm not a hero. …don't think you would like me at all.”

“you don't have to be a hero to be loved. for example, look at me. i'm obviously not a hero either, but you like me for some reason. what, you wanna say it's different?” - he chuckles a bit – “even if you're not a hero, you can still try your best. your determination is still with you, even in your world, isn't it? you still have the resolve to change fate. if it helps you, remember in your time of need that i'm still rooting for you. use some of that passion you're finding new ways to just talk to me to take care of yourself, ok, buddy? can you do that for me? i'll keep my fingers crossed for you here.”

You nod and smile a little.

“heh. are you a star? cause your presence lights up my day.”

“Sans!”

“what? you don’t like my jokes anymore?” - he winked – “i’m sure you’ll be able to shine in your world as brightly as you do here.”

There was silence for a few minutes.

Suddenly it was as if a light breeze was blowing, playing with the grass. There were sounds, different from the usual whisper of echo-flowers. The crystals on the ceiling shone brighter, and far above, it was even as if something had flown overhead.

“i'd like to see the world outside someday,” - Sans said, a faraway look on his face – “to see something besides the painfully familiar landscapes. to see all those tempting things that films and books from the surface have been drawing for us for years. to see the light of day, the sky, the stars...”

Suddenly Sans came to himself due to one of the glowing stones falling from the ceiling onto his head. The rock bounced and landed on a photo card of a shooting star forgotten in the grass. There was no one around.

"huh. i surely get tired very easily these days."

Looking closer, Sans saw something in the light of the fallen stone that hadn't been in the photo before. There was an inscription written in a familiar handwriting, ‘If you want to see the stars and the world outside so much, you will. That’s the thing I can do for you.’

The stars above winked playfully.

[corvussnakee]

Hello, Hello! I go by the name MUTT. Other's may know me as CROW, but I am very embracing the silly Bwark Bwark mentality here folks. A lil cute, a lil silly, a lil goofy. I'm your friendly Non-binary pal. I use the pronouns They/He.

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I have ADHD and Autism, thus auDHD hit my ass like a truck. I can slip up and forget stuff a lot. Get super hyper-focused on something and then lose all motivation for it in what feels like a single snap. I also have terrible Executive Dysfunction which often limits what I can do. Though I push on through!- Depression, Social Anxiety, Maladaptive Daydreaming start sliding in with Sliding_Concrete.mp3 playing. ( ;+_+)

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I'm putting this right here, PROSHIPPERS/SUPPORTERS OF PROSHIPPERS ARE NOT WELCOME HERE! Please don't interact with my stuff, I'm asking nicely. I don't wanna be around you and you probably don't wanna be around me. All proshippers I run into/find will be blocked.

Besides all that, currently I've fallen down a good few rabbit holes. Specific ones would be:

- UNDERTALE (Multiverse specific) - SANS AUS + PAPYRUS AUS

Other things have my interest but they're small. Little things that pop up every now and then and I go "Ooo, Cool!!" Focus on them for a bit, and then drop em. *Sadg (u_u )

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Some of yall may be from my big beginning days were I was posting little ask blog type stuff for my son, Rottenberry. I'll put a LINK to it here. + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + Some of my OTHER socials! : : Art.Blog | Blusky | Twitch

ALSO! IMPORTANT THING HERE!!

I AM A MINOR!!

I don't mind if people older interact with my posts, can't really stop that, it's gonna happen. Oh well *Shrug (*-* )

All I ask is people above the age of 20 do not DM me in any attempts to become friends, or moots, I dunno the fuckin words the kids these days use- (back in my day *Old man noises*) At least, new people who are above that age. I do have some already made friends who are 20+ but I met them like... years before so- Eh.

THOUGH! The DMing thing is only for attempted friendships. If you're DMing me to tell me about a problem going on, a dangerous person I should avoid, or even pointing out mistakes I made that are like... not good. Then go ahead. I don't mind. As long as conversation doesn't spiral past the line of acquaintances.

I think that's all... uhhh- Ya, Silly introduction!!

COMLETELY REDID THIS!! - Last edited 12/30/2024

[lutiaslayton]

I've fallen back into the PL hole after years and it's been such a treat going through your archives and resources! Thank you so much for collecting them. It's been really fun going through your tags and theories

You're welcome, and thank you! Sadly I have slowly crawled out of that hole myself since the beginning of the year 😅 But I will always keep this blog available anyway for those who seek it, and I'll still try to help with a few projects here and there from behind the scenes.

As a warning, the Github Pages website is still up for now, but since I won't be updating it anymore (or not nearly as much as I used to), it is going to be moved to a different collaborative Github account sometime in the future. That way the work will still be here, and others will be able to keep it up to date in my stead! It's just that it'll have a different URL.

It's been hard to try on and off writing a whole post here saying that I'm stepping away from the fandom (even though I'm still keeping a little toe in, just a discreet one), but rest assured that the future of PL archiving and preservation is bright. Even though I'm taking an indefinite hiatus, a ton of other people are cooking, and they are cooking HARD >:D Game preservation and recreation, more translation projects, new and improved wiki, and more!

[whump-card]

Forged Divinity: Masterlist

It's the distant future. The civilizations we know are long gone. The majority of what was once the US is now a nigh-unlivable desert. The remaining northeastern population clusters around the shrunken St Lawrence River. Christian fanaticism runs rampant.

Leannan is a concubine descended from a fallen angel, the last of his kind, immune to disease and not quite human, tasked by the will of God to serve his masters and bring them pleasure.

So he thinks, anyway.

Phineas is an accomplished bounty hunter with a rare gun and a rarer streak of luck. They steal Leannan, and see in him their ticket to power - but not before getting attached.

One dead king later and Leannan thinks he's scored big by becoming the whore-on-call for a dictatorial Council, but Phineas' plans don't stop there.

Will Phineas achieve their lofty aspirations? Will Leannan survive the Council to see them? And when things go wrong, will anyone come to save them?

Forged Divinity is a 53.9k word original fic. Blanket warnings for religious themes, institutionalized slavery, eugenics, abuse, noncon, dubcon, and an open/downer ending. And Google Translate.

Completed!

As a final note, Forged Divinity is very... uh... different from what I've put out previously. If it's not for you, no sweat!

Part 1: We Have a King to Kill

Chapter 1: Phineas Acquires Leannan

Chapter 2: Phineas Kills Some Bandits

Chapter 3: Phineas Strikes a Deal

Chapter 4: Leannan Talks Back

Chapter 5: Leannan Falls in a Hole

Chapter 6: Leannan Has Some Thoughts

Chapter 7: Leannan Meets an Old Master

Chapter 8: Leannan Has a Time of It

Chapter 9: Leannan Meets James

Part 2: This Place Was Supposed to be Perfect

Chapter 10: Leannan Meets Jeanette

Chapter 11: Leannan Hears a Book

Chapter 12: Phineas Plays With Leannan

Chapter 13: Leannan Befriends Maeve

Chapter 14: Enjolras Shows Up

Chapter 15: Leannan Breaks a Vow

Chapter 16: Enjolras Interrupts

Chapter 17: Leannan Learns the Plan

Chapter 18: Phineas Fucks Everything Up

Chapter 19: Leannan Gets a New Name

Chapter 20: Leannan Has a Panic Attack

Chapter 21: Leannan Makes a Choice

Part 3: Welcome to Goat Island

Chapter 22: Enjolras Puts Everyone to Bed

Chapter 23: Enjolras has a Misunderstanding

Chapter 24: Enjolras and Leannan Chat

Chapter 25: Leannan Comes Home

Chapter 26: Leannan Learns the Truth

Chapter 27: Leannan Fucks Everything Up

Chapter 28: Leannan is Miserable

Chapter 29: Phineas Makes a Threat

Special thanks to @angst-after-dark and @sunshiline-writes for beta reading!

SEQUEL:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Additional links:

Esperanto to English

Picrews

[faenemy]

Hansel & Gretel + Snow White

I've never done a writing challenge before so here goes nothing :] For @thepenultimateword s fics and fables challenge :D

CW: Death, Attempted Murder, Attempted Cannibalism

On a cold, winter night, a noblewoman sat by her window, staring longingly at the sky above. Try as they might, the woman and her husband had remained childless for many years. As a star blazed across the sky, the woman prayed that she may one day have children whose beauty could compare to the stars. With hair as dark as night, skin as white as snow, and lips as red as blood, on a winter eve, the twins were born. They were all the pair could hope for, and brought much joy to their home. However, soon after the noblewoman came down with a terrible illness, and try as they might the kingdom’s best physicians could not save her. The nobleman mourned the death of his beloved wife, of the mother his children would never have, of her tender heart that they would never know.

As the seasons changed the children grew more beautiful, and the world welcomed them. Charming and kind, Hansel was loved by all who met him, soft-spoken, he always seemed to know what to say. Graceful and witty, Gretel was a quick thinker, who always delighted in a challenge. Though his children warmed his heart, the nobleman wanted more, someone to soothe the aching hole left by his beloved. Nearing the children’s seventh birthday, the nobleman returned from one of his many trips, with a woman. Though the children knew not, the nobleman had been visiting the neighboring domain often and had fallen in love with a woman, who he hoped to take as his wife.

Their wedding was grand, second only to the marriage of the king and queen, with people traveling from all over the country to attend. The children were excited to have a mother, for they could not help but envy the doting mothers of their peers. Though they had not known her for long, the lady already held a place in their heart. The only day that the nobleman had smiled brighter had been the twins' birth. However, soon after the wedding, the children’s dream would be shattered.

The new lady of the estate was not like the noblewoman before. Though she was more beautiful, her heart was frosty, and her cruel actions were only hidden behind a kind facade. She hated being a second choice, and the children acted as a constant reminder of that fact. How she loathed them, with their screaming and squealing as they ran about, a constant bother and nuisance. The lady could have cared less for the nobleman, for her, it was a marriage of convenience, one to cement her family's name. For that, she needed an heir, one of her blood, not another’s. 

Despite her cruelty and disdain for his children, the nobleman loved her still, showering her with gifts of all kinds. The lady had a love for decadence, and extravagance, eagerly accepting all she was given, repaying the nobleman with her treasured affection. He had given her everything from jewels to horses. If he could, the nobleman would have gifted his wife the moon and stars. However, the noblewoman’s favorite gift of all was an enchanted mirror. Her husband had brought it back from the capital of the kingdom, calling it a companion mirror, someone who may keep her company while he was away. Though the noblewoman was skeptical at first, the mirror became almost a friend to her.

“Ask me anything, anything at all, for I hold all the answers, and gift them to you,” said the mirror.

After a moment's hesitation, the noblewoman asked, “Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who does my husband love most of all?”

“You, my lady. His love for you is as deep as the sea, and as everlasting as time.”

The woman glowed at that statement, knowing she would not be cast aside. However, the noblewoman wanted to know one truth most.

“Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?”

“You, my lady.” ____________________________________________________________

The noblewoman was ever so pleased with her gift, and spoke to it often, treasuring its words and reassurances. She knew her beauty was beyond compare, and even as she aged she remained ever fair. Everything she ever wanted, everything she ever needed, she held in the palm of her hand, and it was perfect. Until one day, on the children’s tenth birthday, the noblewoman turned to her mirror, and asked the same question she had asked it every morning since she had been gifted with its enchantments.

“Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?”

“Matched in beauty, the twins Hansel and Gretel are the fairest of them all.”

Shock and rage contorted the noblewoman’s face. How could mere children be more beautiful than her? The noblewoman had always resented the twins, but now, she despised them. Anger coursed through every bone in her body as she heard the distant singing of the pair as they played.

As the noblewoman sat at the high table that night, the celebrations roaring about her, all she could focus on were the two children who dared oppose her grace. With bright smiles and blushing cheeks, the children danced through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries and stories with their fellow nobility. All the while the noblewoman remained above it all, a scowl pointed across her face. Watching them with envy, the noblewoman began to scheme. Oh, the poor children would be beautiful no more, by the time she was through with them. It started with simple lies, of the children breaking things, of them neglecting their studies. Taking away Gretel’s most lovely jewels, Hansel’s father’s broach as punishment. Blame after blame was pushed onto the children, and all the while the noblewoman kept asking the same question.

“Who is the fairest of them all?”

Even without their jewels, without the elaborate suits and dresses that had been custom-tailored for the children, they remained ever beautiful. And so the punishments became more severe. The noblewoman would lock the children out of the manor when she could, then blame them for staying out too late and disobeying their father’s wishes. To make them miss dinner, she would trap them in their rooms, leaving their father furious at his own children’s disrespect. Try as they might, the children could never convince their father of the wicked woman’s wrongdoings, and only found themselves being loved less and less. 

The manservants and maidservants tried to help the children, but to no avail. Anyone who was caught was quickly cast out by the noblewoman. And so, in a lonely estate, the children were left alone, with no one to turn to but each other. They would hide when they could, in rafters and secret chambers, anything to avoid their stepmother’s fury, and yet she would always find them. Her seemed never-ending to the children, following them through every hall and room of the manor in a relentless chase of torment.

Through all the noblewoman’s plots and schemes, each time she would turn to her mirror, she received the same dreadful reply.

“Matched in beauty, the twins Hansel and Gretel are the fairest of them all.”

Finally, the noblewoman had enough, and decided that if she could not strip the beauty from the children, then she would simply rid herself of them. The noblewoman wanted the children gone, permanently, and so she sought the services of a particular man. Hiring a talented huntsman, known for taking down the most vile and beastly creatures, the noblewoman gave him a simple task; kill the twins Hansel and Gretel. Whispering one more request of him, she sent him off, telling him that soon the twins would be far from the estate, alone and vulnerable. No eyes to watch over them, no ears to hear them scream, and no tongues to tell their tale.

The noblewoman sent the children out to the edge of the woods, to meet their father for a supposed hunting trip. Excited to spend time with their father, the way they had before the noblewoman arrived at the estate, the children gathered their things and headed toward the woods. Gretel had packed treats for the two, with sweets and blanket in hopes they may have a picnic. The two chattered happily as the manor grew small in the distance. As the two approached the forest’s edge the birds grew silent and the air tense. An eerie feeling overcame the two, and Hansel pulled his sister close.

Lurking in the shadows of the wood, was the huntsmen, bow pulled tight as he aimed for the daughter. With a shudder and a twang the arrow flew. Eyes wide, Gretel began to scream, before Hansel pulled her into the tree line. Another arrow landed at Gretel’s heels, hurrying the twins further on their path. Tangled roots and rocks littered the ground, as branches swayed in and out of the children’s way. This was a hunt, and they the prey. A hidden threat lurked, as the children ran the forest closed in around them. Towering trees blocked out the sun, as curious eyes stared at them from the dark. But the children did not notice the eyes, the only thing they saw was the next step away from death. Faster and faster, their breath came shorter, and Gretel began to fall behind.

Her foot snagging on a stone, Gretel fell. Hansel turned to help his sister up, only to freeze as a silhouette approached. A stocky build, arrow in hand, the huntsman stood, he notched his bow. As death starred the children in the eyes, the world went silent. And then Gretel began to cry. Time was at a standstill and slowly Hansel crept toward his sister, pulling her into his arms, never looking away from the huntsman’s gleaming eyes. Staring at the trembling girl, all the huntsman could see was his own daughter, alone and afraid. In his heart he could not find it to kill the children, for no wrong he knew they had done. The jealousy and envy of one woman would not end two innocent lives, the huntsman would not be their end. 

Turning away the huntsman began his trek back to the estate. As the huntsman turned away, the twins ran, taking off into the shadows and disappearing. The man knew the children would not last long in the woods, that nature would claim them soon, but the lack of blood upon his own hands granted him peace of mind. The noblewoman still demanded proof, however, her whisper echoing in his mind, and so the huntsman slayed a boar, planning to present its innards as the twins. Though a huntsman may lie, a mirror may not.

Bearing the heart, lungs, and bones of the boar, the huntsmen presented them to the noblewoman on a shimmering platter when he returned. Her eyes lit up with glee as she bared a smile with far too many teeth. Twisted delight left her shaking as she took the bloody heart into her hands. No longer would it beat in that child’s chest, no, it would become one with her. In her chambers that night, the noblewoman prepared a boiling pot over her fire. She hummed as she worked, a simple tune, for this was the happiest day of her life. Caring not that she was doing the work of a maidservant, the woman dropped the lungs and heart into the pot, cooking them. She boiled the bones for their marrow, adding their broth to her pot.

That evening the noblewoman would turn down dinner, claiming she was too worried about the missing children to possibly eat. As night fell she feasted on what she believed to be the children’s heart and lungs, and the witch treasured every moment of it. 

A day passed with the noblewoman in delight, as search parties found no trace of the children. Her husband distraught, came to her for comfort, and all was well. As the sun fell, the noblewoman turned once more toward her mirror, and hummed out of habit, “Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all.”

“Matched in beauty, the twins Hansel and Gretel are the fairest of them all, my lady.”

The noblewoman dropped the comb she had been using with a scream. She fell to the floor, tearing at her hair in rage. Her efforts had been in vain, for the huntsman had deceived her. His deeds would not go unpunished by the noblewoman, however, the children would be the first target of her wrath. If she wanted the children truly gone, then she must do it herself. So the noblewoman began to devise a trap, one no child could resist. Consulting her mirror, the woman began to concoct a spell. A sprinkle of toad’s foot, a few whiskers of rat, a douse of nightshade, and finally an apple blossom. Looking through the mirror, it revealed to her an empty grotto, perfect for the trap she planned to lay. Through the mirror, the noblewoman sent the spell, enchanting the ground and cursing the soil. She would have those twins' lives, no matter the cost, and they would challenge her no more. ____________________________________________________________

Hansel hummed a gentle melody, one that the children’s nanny had sung in a different time. Under the stars their mother wished upon, the children slept, holding onto each other, in a hope to not drift away. With the rising sun came hunger, a small whisper at first that would grow into a roar. The children understood that they would not last long, without warmth, without water, without food, without shelter. Every comfort that the noble twins had possessed was ripped away in an act of jealousy.

As dawn came, the tired twins ate what little food Gretel had packed the day before. Much had fallen on the ground as the pair ran, left to be a feasted upon by birds and critters. They knew that they would soon die if they could not find food, for their was no chance to return to the manor. They had no time to wallow in the sorrow of their predicament, and so they set off to scout their new home. As the children explored their surroundings they stumbled upon a lone fox. The children halted as they saw the creature, for they did not want to startle it. The animal whimpered, pulling further away from the pair. 

“Why Hansel I think he’s hurt!” exclaimed Gretel.

“Gretel, may I have your kerchief?”

Cautiously, Hansel approached the creature. With gentle hands, Hansel tied the kerchief about the fox’s leg, covering its wound.

“Does that feel better, friend?” asked Hansel.

The beast hesitated for a moment before scampering away. Sniffing about, it moved toward one of the many bushes that were full of ripe plump berries. Gretel watched as the fox ate the berries, gobbling up the many that hung low on the bushes’ branches.

Pulling at her brother’s sleeve to grab his attention, Gretel whispered, “If we eat only what the animals eat, then we may be safe. For this is there home, they know more than we do.”

Although the children did not know such, their kind act would not go unnoticed. The creatures of the forest took pity on the kind, young souls, who had shared their gentleness, even when they had been given none. They feared not the children and treated them as friends. The pair was rarely alone in the woods, constantly trailed by birds and critters alike. Companionship blossomed, and maybe Hansel and Gretel felt less alone in the world.

A grotto deep within the forest would become the children’s home, where they would sleep in the hollowed remains of an oak, as no doubt many animals had before them. Hansel and Gretel could not return to the estate, for fear of their stepmother's wrath, but the forest was no true home to them. The children were trapped, not by a cage but by the trees above and the ground below.

As the children explored their wooded prison, they grew more in tune with the nature around them. Leaving shining pebbles the children marked various paths, one to the steam, another to a large oak, and more throughout the woods. One day, as the children went further and further into the woods, Hansel and Gretel found a sight to behold. A home made of gingerbread and sweets, chocolate covered the roof, and cream followed at the sides. Trees of gumdrops and candied apples rose tall, providing shade. To the nearly starving children, it seemed they had stumbled upon paradise. But something was wrong, so very wrong, and Gretel could feel it in her bones. The critters who followed them stopped at the edge of the clearing, as though a barrier kept them out. No birds chipped, no animals scattered in the grotto. Nor had anything eaten from the house, it stood, perfectly preserved, as if a gift. 

“Hansel, I fear it is too good to be true,” whispered Gretel, afraid her mere voice would cause it all to come crumbling down.

As if entranced, Hansel took a step forward, and then another. Gretel grabbed his hand pulling him back into the woods. With a start, Hansel shook his head. 

“I'm sorry Gretel, I do not know what possessed me then.”

“I think we should go.”

“And I think you are right.”

The house tempted the children, a haven just or of reach. As rain poured and thunder clapped, the allure of the home grew ever stronger. Every path they took inevitably led to the same cruel grotto. The house stood, unweathered and tempting, begging the children to draw near and accept its gifts. But the children remained steadfast in their resolve and ignored the gnawing desire that grew.

However, fate did not favor the twins, and the noblewoman grew tired of waiting. She sent for the best hunters in the land. The children would either meet their end with an arrow to the heart, or be forced from their hiding place. With the children’s extended disappearance, the noblewoman proposed a somber fate. Rumors had circled of the forest’s enchantment for decades, of pointed ears and wings, of stolen children and wicked laughs. Any creature that bore the face of the twins was not of this world, and must be killed, before it stole another child’s soul.

As the eve of the children's fifth day in the forest approached they were greeted with hostility. The birds began to fly up and away in a frenzy, as every ear turned toward the woods entrance. Bunnies returned to their burrows, squirrels scittered into trees, and a chilling silence overcame the forest. Creeping into the shadowed brush, the children joined the beasts in hiding. Seven sets of hooves clopped by, slowly, as if searching. 

A flurry of arrows embedded themselves into the surrounding trees as the children ducked for cover. The huntsmen had found them, and the children knew not where to hide. Thinking quick, Gretel pulled her brother down a different path. Following the shining stones they had left before, Gretel led Hansel toward the candied cottage. 

“Gretel, why have you brought as here?” Hansel asked in a hushed voice.

“We have no other hope brother. If the animals will not go here, may the men not.”

Befor Hansel could question his sister further, shouts echoed and hoofs clacked, forcing the twins into the grotto.

The clearing in which the house stood was the only place the huntsmen seemed unable to reach. For two days the children sat starving, for they knew if they gave into temptation, then death would soon follow. But with the reaper circling outside the door, they children were running out of time. On the dawn of the third day, Hansel broke. Maybe the home was a blessing in disguise, a gift for all the he and his sister had been through. A bite of candied apple had tempted his eye and his stomach since Hansel had first arrived, and he could no longer refuse. As Hansel took a bite of the apple, he was overwhelmed with a delicious sweetness, that quickly turned into a bitter burning. Poison seeped into his blood, as his sister rushed to his side.

“Hansel! Hansel!” his sister cried, but he did not respond.

Gretel watched as the house's illusion crumbled before her eyes. The walls turned to dirt and dust, as the trees bloomed purple before rapidly wilting. As the cursed house dissolved so did its barrier, and Gretel heard hooves fast approaching. Pulling her brother away, Gretel rushed into the trees in a panic. Hansel felt light in her terror, as she dashed through the brush, holding tight to her brother. Her fear heightened her senses, as Gretel hurried deeper into the woods than she had ever dared before. The trees towered high, with the sun rarely breaking through, leaving her in the shadows. With her fear waning, Gretel found Hansel heavier in her arms.

In a small clearing, Gretel laid Hansel to rest. He lay still, his breath shallow, as the flowers and grasses curled about him. Gretel cried no tears, for there was no sadness to be had, only anger. The woman who had claimed the family title would pay for what she did to Hansel, Gretel would assure it. She knew not if her brother would ever wake, but Gretel was confident he would be safe in the hands of the forest that had protected them, when they had been forsaken. 

Gretel knew her stepmother would never dirty her own hands, and would have remained in the manor throughout the hunt. And so the girl would return to her former home. Taking some of the shimmering stones from Hansel’s pocket, Gretel marked the way from what she hoped would not be her brother’s grave, to the forests edge. All the while, Gretel searched for the hunters, keeping them at a distance whenever she spotted them. She watched hesitantly as they began packing away their gear, as though preparing to depart. For them it seemed, the hint was over, their mark lost, or their prize won.

Creeping back toward the estate, Gretel followed the hunters at a distance. Though they took the main road, Gretel stayed to the side, just out of view, watching. She wished not to be caught by them, lest she meet a fate worse than Hansel’s. As they approached the manor, Gretel felt her eyes water. Though she had been away nary a week, the estate felt foreign to her. Maybe it had stopped being Gretel’s home long before she was chased out, if it ever was. Home was were Hansel was, and he was not with her, he was not here.

Steeling herself, Gretel prepared for what she knew would come. She could not enter through the main gate, however, Gretel’s years of torment at the hands of her step-mother had left her well acquainted with the grounds of the manor. Sneaking through a small gap in the west wall, the young girl silently crept toward the main house. Though the sun had fallen, the estate was far from quiet, with the hustle of servants and guards, it remained alive and alert. Hiding behind corners, and ducking into entries Gretel remained unseen, until she reached the base of the tower which held her stepmother’s chambers.

Quietly, and with determination, Gretel began to scale the tower wall. Grabbing onto vines and ledges, Gretel’s ascent was cautious and slow, for she refused to fail now, not when she had survived this long. She would not let the witch win. The window to the woman’s chambers was cracked, allowing a slight breeze to blow through. Pulling herself just above the ledge, Gretel peeked into the room. Standing in front of a gilded mirror, talking to herself, was the source of all Gretel’s pain. Her hair curled about her like snakes, long and endless, as sharp eyes stared lovingly at her own reflection.

Gretel also saw her own reflection in the mirror, that of a young girl, with scrapes and cuts, and tangled hair. However, Gretel was not the only one to spot her reflection, as the noblewoman whipped around with a snarl. 

“YOU!” she schreeched.

Hastily, Gretel threw herself over the windowsill and into the chamber. The girl looked around frantically, for anything she could use to defend herself, as the woman stalked toward her.

“Why must you ruin everything-”

The witch lunged at Gretel, but the girl quickly moved from her path. As the woman hissed at her, Gretel moved toward the fireplace, for something had caught her eye. In the fireplace rested an iron.  

“-when may I finally be rid of you!”

With a fury in her eyes, unlike anything the noblewoman had seen before, Gretel grabbed the discarded iron and branded it across her stepmother’s face. The woman unleashed an unholy screech, as the iron melted her skin. 

Pulling the mirror from the wall, Gretel threw it to the floor, watching it shatter into a million pieces with glee, as the woman screamed. Possessing determination beyond her years, Gretel grabbed one of the glass shards from the floor, and stalked over to the witch. The iron had melded itself to the woman's face, stuck to her like a burr, as she tried helplessly to pry it off, crying to Gretel for help. Standing over the woman, Gretel lunged, and sunk the remains of the mirror into the woman’s throat with a guttural cry. The world seemed to stop. A gurgling noise came from the body on the floor, as the woman choked on her own blood. It stained the carpet, pooling below her cooling body. It was the same color as Gretel’s lips. ____________________________________________________________

With a solemn heart, Gretel returned to her brother’s resting place. His breaths were even, if she wanted to, his sister could almost trick herself into thinking Hansel was just asleep. But she knew better. And with the knowledge of what she had done, Gretel knew there was no bringing her brother back. Wrapping her arms around Hansel, Gretel cried. Tears poured down and stained Hansel’s face, as though they were crying with her. And the forest heard her weep. The animals came crawling from their burrows, flying from their nests, to the cries of a child lost. Surrounded by life, Gretel had never felt more alone. Not even in the walls of the estate, as that woman had tormented them, because then she had Hansel, she had her home. 

Gathering around Hansel, the animals joined Gretel in her grief. As a squirrel nuzzled Hansel’s face, it pushed hard against his cheek, as though it were trying to become one with him. With that, Gretel would swear that a miracle occurred. The remaining chunk of the poisoned apple was dislodged, and Hansel's eyes cracked open, as he began to cough and hack. Tears of sorrow turned to joy as color was painted across Hansel’s face once more.

“Hansel!” Gretel exclaimed pulling him tight.

“Oh Gretel, why are you crying?”

“I fear it may be a long story brother.”

And so Gretel told her brother of the candied house and his curse. She told him how she had slayed the witch, how their stepmother would torment them no more. Of a mirror that held every answer, yet could not solve the witch’s blight. That eve, the two returned home, hand in hand. Their father would throw a feast in celebration of their return, and the children would never suffer or want again.

[seaweedpad]

I have fallen into another hole and I can't get out. It never stops.

So, I've been into Welcome Home for weeks now and I've seen pretty much everyone I know make OCs for themselves so I just had to join in yannow?

Meet Lydia Love

Lydia grew up in a city not known to many. However, her life there was a great one. At a young age, Lydia joined a group that recruited young potential journalists that would write news and stories about events that happen around the world. This is also where she got her writing skills. While it did seem good, Lydia's heart craved for something else. That was the desire to explore and find her true calling. After finishing school, she moved out of her parents house to start a life of her own as a writer. She explored lots of things and wrote stories about it. But in her years of building up a bigger foundation for her life, she also stumbled upon serious events that she wrote about and put them in a compilation that contained papers she wrote as a young journalist. Now residing in the neighborhood, Lydia lives in a small but lovely home. With her keen observational skills, Lydia writes her neighbors' routine and activities in her small notepad. These would be turned into stories later on and she keeps them as tokens for sweet memories. She loves all her neighbors and they love her too. It's a simple but happy life and Lydia Love wouldn't ask for more.

Is it though?

DO NOT REPOST!

[prettyboyivy]

Heya! I've just fallen into the Sleep Token hole and I need some pointers. Do you have any links to posts or anything that explain how to differentiate between III and IV (I know II is the drummer) and what everyone's personalities are like onstage? I'd really like to get to know the characters but I don't know where to start.

Heya, welcome! 🙏🏽 I'm still new(ish) myself but I will do my best to help out in whatever way I can! I don't have any links or anything, but I'll go ahead and tag this in case anyone else does and or wants to add on to help you out.

The easiest way for me was just by watching their live performances because you're always going to find IV (guitarist) on the right-hand side (audience pov) of the stage in front of II and then III (bass) on the left-hand side in front of the vesseletes/choir. III is also the taller of the two and is the more animated one. Also, his staple for me is the checkered socks he almost always wears and the question mark painted on his hand. IV tends to wear more jewelry (scythe around his neck is the giveaway + the rings).

As I said, these are just the ways I found easy to tell when I first started watching and getting into them. You might find your own distinctions and then I feel like it just becomes easy and automatic to tell who's who.

[ask-ikevamp-faust]

Hello, my darling. I've returned with some very incredible news. I was awarded an exceptional new research position, and I'm so excited that I could almost jump straight into your arms in joy.

As I progress deeper into my own research, I understand more and more why you've chosen eternal life to continue your work. If faced with the decision, I would probably make a similar choice. However, I can also admit that spending eternity by your side would be another significant factor.

Fortunately, now that the final decisions surrounding my research have been made, I have more time and can continue our longer exchanges. I've missed you very much, my soul, and I look forward to answering our previous correspondence. In the meantime, we can celebrate and I’ll even leave you with another little detail about myself since admin has introduced you to astrology. I'm a Cancer with Leo moon and Leo rising

-L

Welcome back my Queen, you were away for some time. But I see you come bearing the gift of good news, I’m incredibly proud of you. I want to shower you with praise and affection until you’re drowning in it. You deserve this, make sure to celebrate your accomplishments.

You can always have both. If you decide to stay by my side I guarantee there will always be something new to study, eternal life is full of mysteries. Putting that aside, you sound excited, as a fellow researcher I hope you get to uncover many secrets.

I’m please to hear we’ll be hearing from each other more often again. You’ve occupied my mind more than I’d like to admit sometimes but I’ll be straightforward this time; I missed you too. However, should there come a time you must step away again, it’s okay. I fully support you and your endeavors, I love your dedication and it makes me happy to see you succeed. If there’s a special way you’d like to celebrate let me know.

I’ll add your astrology information to my file. I believe admin said I’ve fallen into the “rabbit hole”.

[nancys-braids]

I've recently fallen down the Nancy/Marjan rabbit hole, which I never even considered before the amazing fics you and others have started writing and sharing, so thank you!

But as season 5 gets closer and closer I'm starting to get a little nervous. I've shipped noncanon ships before, but this is one that I'm now so invested in and so fully behind that I'm worried how I'll feel when I have to crash back to reality and they're very much not together in the show.

So I wanted to ask, if you'd be willing to share your thoughts: do you think there's any chance of Nancy and Marjan becoming canon? I really need to know if my hopes are valid or if I need to start preparing myself for disappointment!

hi anon!

thank you, im glad you like my stories as well as some of the lovely fics others have written!

i can understand the anxiety and uncertainty with a new season.

when discussing canon sapphic ships on cable tv, there's some murky water there. canon sapphic ships are certainly one of the lowest rates of representation we see. there are certainly some amazing ones out there, and I don't say this to concern you or bring anyone down. it does give me hope that on the original 911, we do have a canon lesbian relationship for the entirety of the show, so it wouldn't be unrealistic to expect a canon sapphic relationship on Lone Star.

I would absolutely love to see them together on screen, and I certainly think it is possible, and I hope the writers do give it to us. With the rumors of season 5 being the end and being a short season, that does make it seem less likely. (look to this post on ways to interact and boost numbers in hopes of a renewal)

that being said. I think a lot needs to happen before they could become canon.

first of all, im still holding out for a nancy and mateo breakup in season 5, even without a nancymarjan canon arc. I really don't like them together and he doesn't treat her well in my opinion.

then, some type of sexuality realization from marjan. right now, she shows the nonverbal signs of a closeted lesbian to me. (I head canon her as a demisexual lesbian, but don't know how lone star writers would do with an asexuality spectrum storyline). her and joe aren't really in a relationship in canon, so we don't have that to write out, but her sexuality is complex to me, especially with her faith, it could get complicated.

with all that said, I think it's very possible, and what we have in canon, writers can certainly build on that.

that being said, whether or not they go canon, we always have fanfiction, fan art, fan meta, and fandom friendship over these ships we love and that can go long past when shows go on.

you are certainly always welcome to come into my asks or dms and scream about them, or talk about it whenever you want, I adore talking about them with others who also love them. or if discord is your thing, we do have a nancymarjan discord server that is small but always welcome to new members.

if you're still here, thank you for listening to me ramble!

[mimisempai]

This new feeling of being home

Summary

Gone for the day to get supplies Bill realizes when he gets home that for the first time in forever, he feels like he is coming home. Because Frank is there.

On Ao3

Rating G - 752 words

Bill would never tire of this sight.

As he followed the road to the gate, the sight of their home in the distance soothed him. It was a sight that told him, "Welcome home."

On this late afternoon, just seeing Frank watering the flowers he had planted had that kind of power. Although he had only been gone a few hours to find supplies, Bill felt like the sailors who sailed into the storm and saw the light of the lighthouse pointing them to safe harbor after a long journey.

No matter how chaotic the world around them was, when Bill saw this, he knew that once he made it through the gate, everything would be perfect. He parked the car in the garage and walked over to Frank, who was busy pulling some weeds from his precious plantings.

As he walked, he thought he would never tire of the sight of Frank in their home.

He passed the hole where his lover had fallen the day they met. He had never imagined that this meeting would lead to the most beautiful relationship of his life. Frank had opened the doors to a new world for him, a world Bill never thought he had the right to enter.

He remembers how he felt that day.

The moment when, for the first time in his life, he didn't have to hide who he was.

He lifted his hands from the piano on his last exhalation. He barely inhaled, bracing himself for some taunts, but instead he received a single question.

"So who's the girl? The girl you sing about?"

Bill didn't look up, just stared straight ahead, he had nothing to lose, so he just said, "There is no girl." He braced himself again, knowing what the reactions were like when you tell the truth about who you really are. But instead, to his surprise, all he received was the gentle squeeze of Frank's hand on his shoulder as the other man replied in a soft voice, "I know."

Frank had turned his world upside down in a way that was even more impactful than the fucking epidemic.

Bill had found a caring and understanding ear in Frank, he had been able to express his fears and doubts, and Frank had accepted and validated it all.

Although different in many ways, Bill had found in Frank a partner who completed him, who allowed him to be himself. And most importantly, Bill was able to be the same for Frank.

He was only a few steps away, Frank had his back to him and had stood up, looking out at the sun slowly setting behind the trees.

"Hey... " he put his hand on Frank's shoulder and Frank didn't even flinch, just leaned his head against Bill's hand before turning around. 

"Bill...are you here yet? Weren't you supposed to be back in the evening?" He framed Bill's face with both hands, not letting him answer, and kissed him gently before continuing, "I'm not complaining though..."

"Hm..." Bill grumbled because he couldn't get enough, so he claimed Frank's lips to keep him from pulling away. In return, Frank wrapped his arms around him and the reunion kiss dragged on, neither of them getting enough. When they caught their breath, much later, Frank put his head in Bill's neck and whispered, "I missed you."

Bill hugged him tighter before replying, "I've missed you, too, Frank. Why do you think I came home early?"

He took Frank's hand and they stood there, facing the forest and the setting sun, in silence, enjoying each other's presence.

Bill cleared his throat.

"You know, when I came in and saw you tending your plants, I understood for the first time in my life what it meant to be home. I mean... I know it's my home. But I've never seen it like this. I've never felt what I felt when I drove down the road to get here. The eagerness to get home. The happiness of knowing you would be here. The joy of seeing you. It is all so new and amazing. It's all because of you."

Frank kissed Bill's hand in his and replied softly, "Actually, it's more because of us, don't you think? By taking me in, we made your house our home. We did it together."

Bill, his throat tightening, just nodded and squeezed Frank's hand. Then Frank said quietly, "Let's go home."

So, hand in hand, they walked toward their house into the setting sun.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Bill and Frank masterlist : here

[himboskywalker]

I absolutely loved Conceal Me What I Am. I'm new to A/B/O but was told to check it out and I've fallen down a little bit of a hole since then, so thank you for that as well! I particularly loved the reveal. That scene in the kitchen drove me wild. Could you please let me know if you would be alright with works inspired by yours (linked of course)? I had an idea for a short "what if" based on your fic but could change things completely if you weren't ok with transformative works. Thank you. <3

Hello dear and thank you so much!!! I’m so glad you enjoyed it!! And absolutely you’re more than welcome to write transformative works I’d be honored!❤️

[lordkingsmith]

January lyric prompts 2024

1. When the grey wolf howls outside my door/I wake to nothing but this swaying house and creaking floors-miles by Bobby lens

2. Leaving through the door without a word/You won't even notice, little bird/Better off dead so I reckon I'm headed to hell instead-bells in Santa Fe by Halsey

3. I’ve hid in isolation to have a conversation/with my own thoughts/so sing a duet with me till the sun sets/beyond the mountains/woah this life ain’t long/woah like silhouettes/of mountains I drink from/don’t you leave me just yet/just sing this melody- silhouettes of mountains by Timbre Shore

4. All in all I think I'm fallin' into love with afterlife/She's the ghost of Chicago/She got lost somehow/She gets married tomorrow/Oh and I'm goin' down-ghost of Chicago by Noah Floersch

5. This is a life (every possibility)/Free from destiny (I choose you, and you choose me)/Not only what we sow /(every space and every time)/Not only what we show, we (we, ooh)-this is a life by son lux

6. From lost sights/Have lilacs frozen over/Have all the trees outgrown her/Were we clean when the morning came/Cause darling the sunrise has gone slower-paper teeth by Elias Hix

7. Welcome to the party, I know it's kinda funny/That everyone is acting like they know you personally/Just play along, be nice and all/You won't get far being on your own-gladiator by Jann

8. Whip me slap me, punk funk/New York clubbers, bump drunk/Dark like liquorice, bar slam/Move it, this is your jam-heavy metal lover by lady Gaga

9. Skin is a word, love is not a sin/People are bad, people are good/Just like the moon is a stone/But it's a star when it's dark/And now she's hiding-apple tree by Aurora

10. You once made this promise /To stay by my side/But after some time you just pushed me aside/You never thought that a girl could be strong/Now I'll show you how to go on-bad boy by cascada

11. Baby after just one touch/you can never get enough/You should know I like it rough/But you'll get used to me/Baby you can count me dead/Sleep by all the things you said/But baby you look good in red, so just keep killing me-you might be the killer by harlo

12. I feel an ache where my mind was/I try to think but it's no use/Tumbleweed, bloody knees/I would crawl through broken glass to get home-possession of a weapon by ashnikko

13. And the sky was the limit/Now, the stars where we're livin'/It's the vibe when we're in it/It'll blow your mind-perfect from Trolls 3

14. I want to inhale your disease/I would do anything for you/I am guilty/I get goosebumps when you're near me/You're just like the movies/I am guilty for your love-Guilty (for your love) by Yonaka

15. Holes in your pockets watch you lose/Anything you thought was meant for you/Daddy asks you if you'll stay/Doesn't know he's the one who made you feel this way-blame the moon by Hazlett

16. Tiptoe round the circus as everyone cheers for nothing/The maddest and the broken hide behind/The thinning of the veil/I wander down the road as my friends/Are slamming doors behind me/I ponder at my own feet scrambling on without me-Tomorrow by Harrison Storm

17. But love I know if I stayed/I wouldn't live long in this cage/It's just the growing pains-growing pains by Crystal Skies & SOUNDR

18. I did send you a note/On the wind for to read/Our names there together/Must have fallen like a seed-in this shirt by the irrepressibles

19. Green where my red love lies, was it all? /Don’t wear your winning prize, let it fool/Oh, what a waste, I’ll be locked in your heaven, always /and oh, what a way, to be living with all of your pain/and oh, what a way, to be locking your heaven away /and oh, what a wave you have made-Colourway by Novo Amor

20. It's glowing/Embers barely showing/Proof of life in the shadows/Dancing on my plans-leave the city by twenty one pilots

21. I'm so tired of hiding what I feel/So here I am, not gonna disappear/Because I cannot fake it-bad girl by aviva

22. All my life, all my life/I've been chasing shiny things/Blind my face, blind my face/Save me from this suffering/Oh, can you blame my sin?/Touch me like a lover-believer by syml

23. Did you reminisce signing my death certificate?/You almost got away with it/But the reaper snitched, now you got to admit to/Your crimes, your lies/So slick, so sly, yeah-body bag by neoni

24. Nothing makes me confused/No wonder why/I'm still in hell/This is the moment, come/Now, it's time to choose-true by yoari

25. If we just wanna be free/Maybe we're better off as part-time/lovers/So sad you didn't notice/So sad you didn't notice that/"Paris hurt more for me"-part time lovers by hazlett

26. The salt on your skin when you're kissing me/We build a fire on the beach/Sometimes moments like these/Are all that we need/You lean your head against mine/And tonight everything's alright-lost by the sea by Fabian Kuhn

27. Am I a villain or a saint? Let me lead the way/Resting bitch face on the move, fuck you have to say/I know (I know, I know, I know), I am tough as a stone/I've lived a lot of life that not a lot will understand/The type of life that gives you scars before you take command-villain by Missio

28. You paved your Hades/With precious stone/Made an heirloom to patricians/And the rich alone/And the toll for crossing/I'd owe Charon/Would atrophy a half of me/The heart of gold, ah-ooh-cold by the oh hello’s

29. Lonesome roads/And the same old clothes/Radio for company/Home, my home/And these dreams of you/Are all that comfort me-Home by Max Jury

30. City's breaking down on a camel's back/They just have to go, 'cause they don't know wack/So while you fill the streets, it's appealing to see/You won't get out the county, 'cause you're bad and free-feel good inc by gorillaz

31. Right now, I'm shameless/Screamin' my lungs out for ya/Not afraid to face it/I need you more than I want to/Need you more than I want to/Show me you're shameless-shameless by camila cabello

[lesbianjesuslovesyou]

oh dear god. Dear god. Fuck. Dear lord. Dear lord have mercy.

I have fallen through a fever dream of a rabbit hole and indubitably gotten drunk in your fanfics. Like I don’t say this often. But your fanfics legitimately manage to incorporate ALL of my kinks. And theirs like. So fucking many of them.

Your fics + name swapping sites have been legit the only thing that’s kept me going for like the past week. It’s like a drunk haze except I’m not drunk I’m just insanely horny (I recently started testosterone as I’m transitioning. So yeah. That’s why)

but holy FUCK. You’re like some fucking Angel sent from above. You have spanking overstimulation, degradation AND super dom tops + whiney pathetic bottoms??? It’s just. God. So fucking good. I feel delerious just thinking about it. You’ve made me delirious.

Sorry for that long ass intro. I think I just came here to metaphorically ask/ beg if you take requests or any type of prompts or anything?

Fuck I do love the Cytherea and Gideon fics don’t get me wrong I also love the Harrow and Gideon stuff too. I just like a little non/dub con in my smut fics sometjmes. Brings an extra rough element. And you always have Cytherea give off such perfect ‘Mean Mommy Don’ vibes ifnejdjsjdjd.

something even wacker? I’ve never read a single tomb book. I had no idea what it even was. I still haven’t read it yet. I just know the characters single-handedly from your fics. I typically replace all the names with my current favorite ship which is Toradeen. Aka Toralei x Clawdeen from monster high. With Toralei as the bottom cause girlie ain’t topped a single thing in her life and she not about to start now lol.

but what’s so fun is that you’ve seriously gotten me interested in reading those books. I have a severe backlog of books I need to read. But I’m definitely adding the series to the list just cause of you! So uh? Win for the tomb series?

anyway sorry this was long. I just got excited to see you were on tumblr

sa/lkdsnkkgdjhfallbjsfbdsk vjghfdkbjvnskz Oh my GOSH, you are the sweetest!!! I am SO glad you've enjoyed my fanfiction. Truly, that means the world to me. <3 And you haven't even read the series! It is definitely worth looking into; Gideon the Ninth is legitimately one of the best books I've ever read, and it sparked over 130 fanfictions in less than two years... being able to combine my favorite book series with my favorite BDSM tropes and kinks has genuinely made me so happy. I haven't written this much in my whole life, and it's all thanks to this series with the silly goth nun and butch swordswoman.

I do take requests! Sometimes I post on Twitter (@utilitywhiskers) with a "drop # kinks and we'll see what happens" and try to create a fic with the first ones that pop up in the comments.

I'm not on Tumblr as much as I used to be back in my pre-fandom days (when the interface was still easy! and didn't make my computer lag!), but you're also welcome to shoot me a request in my Askbox here. I tend to only write Locked Tomb fics, but I love exploring new kinks.

And since you made me blush like a schoolgirl with your super sweet message, here's a sneak peek of some future fics that I hope to finish once the fandom-wide Holiday Exchange is over: -Dollification -Human Slave AU -Littlespace/Ageplay -T-Dick Blowjobs -Circus AU -Hypnokink -Freeuse Noncon -Judicial Punishment -Serial Killer AU ...and so, so, so many more <3 Thank you again for the super sweet comment. I am sincerely so happy that my fics have brought you joy (and kept you warm at night!).

[v-hub-v]

ACCOUNT REBRANDING- Back to the basics!

Hiya!

It's Ixi again. Previously on @vnights and more. Once upon a time, I moved to this account in an attempt to center and ground myself for more comfortability, but I've fallen down the rabbit-hole again. I don't want to make a new blog again, so I've simply decided to rework and simplify this one! When the mun can hardly navigate their own blog, there is a PROBLEM.

Firstly, I have changed my Rules a bit. Shortened and simplified them, as well as made them more specific. I have added a Mun page! I also cleaned up my sideblogs and plan to rebrand the whole blog to be more, specifically FNAF, fandom oriented- including a URL change! But that won't be for a hot second, I think.

I really miss hanging out here. I miss the community, I miss being social, and having a lot of friends, and being active and creative in this way. I miss fandom work! I miss writing with partners! I miss screaming about all things new in whatever fandom and welcoming newcomers!!!

Seeing that movie really reignited the love I have for FNAF. ALL THIS BEING SAID....

If you're an FNAF blog or have FNAF muses, please like/reblog/follow so I can find you! I desperately want more FNAF on my feed !!

For those who are still watching- why?? But also, thank you for sticking around, even during all these random months of silence, friends <:) Halloween event coming, I think.

[atlasthroughtheaftermath]

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Thanks for the tag @pinkytoothlesso11! Favorite Color: Blue, but I've found a new appreciation for deep dark reds over the past years. Last Movie/Show: ... I need to make time to watch actual shows. The last thing I gave my full attention to was the newest Critical Role episode. Last Song: The Fourth Pharos from the Candela Obscura soundtrack, but I recently discovered Spiritbox and have been slowly picking through their stuff. Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Savory, I like sweets too, but nothing beats a good savory snack. Relationship Status: Single Last thing I Googled: ... uh, covid stuff? loot drop rates in flight rising? words I can't remember if I actually know the meaning of? The last deep dive was trying to figure out how to fix my sewing machine. Two vague hints from youtube videos and a lot of figuring it out by my dang self and I think it's working, I haven't gotten to fully test it yet. Current Obsession: I've fallen into a rabbit hole of crafting videos lately, which has got me wanting to try new things. I'm trying to decide if resin casting and dice making is too expensive to attempt as a beginner.

I'll tag @elizabethemerald, @sakon76, @hellothereimaloser (welcome to the fandom), and anyone else that would like to do it, seriously, you don't have to wait to be tagged if you want to.