#Writing?

[jetpack]

The blade is imbued with great power. I can feel it course through my hands as I unsheathe it. I do not know if I can sate its hunger. Read more on my blog.

[thatmooncake]

Okay here’s my unnamed sleep-deprived songfic about singing Moon a lullaby - enjoy!

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It’s late at night.

Still early by your standards, but you’re cuddled up with a Sun plush in your arms and pretending to sleep nonetheless.

Unfortunately for you, the long creature propped up at the end of your bed isn’t buying it.

He blinks once, and then again. A stream of red flickers into your vision momentarily as you realise you forgot to keep your eyes closed, and the jig is up.

Moon huffs, prickly and uncertain, swooping closer to tuck you in more tightly, as though that might help still you whether through magically delivering you to dreamland in a comfy cozy nest of a duvet or simply cutting your life short.

You snort as his fingers brush tentatively past your neck as he’s smoothing the duvet, and he flinches back with a squeaky sound as though he’s just pressed them to a hot stove.

“Moon?” You venture blearily. His eyes narrow, but his hands are clasped as he hears you out.

And you go for it.

“Sing me a lullaby.”

The tiniest rasping wheeze escapes him for a moment, then he clamps his hands over his mouth as though to silence the sound.

“Voice box is broken.” He rattles, and you don’t have the heart to sit back up and ruin the tight burrito he’s wrapped you into over the course of several attempts, but now you’re curious.

And being curious is not conducive to getting a good night’s sleep.

“It doesn’t need to be-“

“Shh!” He hisses, jerking forward suddenly like a Jack-in-the-box someone wound up too tightly.

You shuffle back at that, arms bursting out of the now decidedly spilled bed burrito, and you catch him stiffening up, mouth twitching as you grab blindly for the Sun plush you nearly dropped, failing to tear your eyes from the unwavering flash of red.

The room is every bit as still and silent as Moon seems to want it to be for a few short seconds, but you’re staring each other down now, and the air is still caught in your throat.

“Okay, no lullabies tonight, that’s fine by me.” You blurt out, finding your breath just in time to hear the scrapey sound escape him like a little choked gasp, and look up to see him still frozen in mid motion, his eyes flickering between your face, your body, the foot of the bed, and then to the door.

You reach up towards him just a fraction, but the words aren’t coming.

“Alright, well,” You feel around for a sentence you can string together, landing on another idea. “What if I do the singing?”

He looks at you with an unreadable expression.

Then he slouches back ever so slightly from where he was just poised to grab you, gently taking one of his wrists in the other hand and sitting in an almost …attentive way.

He doesn’t say a word, but offers a raspy squeak of support in your general direction instead.

You’re slightly unnerved for an altogether different reason now.

“Okay, just …” You suck in another breath. “Don’t expect too much.”

And it hits you at this moment how you can’t seem to remember a single lullaby off the top of your head. Reaching through the hazy recesses of your mind, finding one you don’t feel embarrassed to start singing out of the blue feels like an even harder ask, and you feel a new level of sympathy for Moon start to kick in.

How did he do this?

With that in mind, you abruptly settle on a song that embarrassingly came to you as you broke eye contact and the pattern on his clothes became apparent, uncomfortably humming and mumbling the first few words, impressed to find him still watching and waiting for more.

“Hmmhm hmhmm little star …”

He hasn’t stopped leaning forward yet, but the softest whirr escapes him as he picks up the barely audible tune.

“How I wonder what you are …”

Then you start to find your voice, the words soft but at least fully formed and enunciated now, and when you dare to look back at your audience of one again you notice him padding back ever so softly towards the little spot he’s claimed for himself at the foot of the bed, no longer staring you down and poised like a gargoyle but now flattening down the sheets around him as though that was his true reason for returning to his perch.

“Up above the world so high …”

And you hear the faintest, softest, tuneful buzz start to sound from his direction as he does so.

“Like a diamond in the sky …”

It sounds halfway between a tune you don’t think you’ve ever caught the sound of before, and what you’re certain is some sort of purr.

Was Moon purring?

“Twinkle, twinkle, little star …”

You keep going, determined to hear more of the sound before he catches himself. And he spins like a little lost puppy at the end of the bedsheets, circling a couple of times before curling up in a neat lunar lump.

“How I wonder what you are …”

You almost stop then - you’re running out of song, and you’ve never seen him settle down in a spot so quickly, if at all while he’s been watching you. But he’s trying to find the tune himself now, voice cracked and whispery at first. Then he’s humming.

Then he’s purring.

A silky, crackly sound emerges as he softly begins to fill in the blanks.

“When the blazing sun …is gone …”

You hope you don’t slip up on the new words, but Moon doesn’t seem to mind, and you find yourself cozying back down to where you’d once been - duvet not as tightly wrapped around you, but the warmth and the cuddle of the Sun plush still inviting as ever, and the pillow silky soft as you had been hoping for.

“When he …nothing shines upon …”

And you notice at some point that his words are slowing. He’s humming once more. Or perhaps you are.

“Then you show your little light …Twinkle, twinkle, through the night …”

The flicker of red from the foot of the bed dims fractionally, and your eyes begin to close to the sound of soft snuffles and whirring, and a half-dazed tune you both seem to be making up at this point.

The tiniest shimmer of blue light fades on the the duvet as your eyes close, and the Moon purrs:

“Good night, little star.”

[another-superstition]

i’m taking a small break in the library from econ but my focus today has been very writing based,

so hi.

the worst part of this is i don’t know what to write about.

do i write about the boy who currently holds my fascination?

or do i write about the crushing feeling that i’ll always be alone?

or maybe i combine them somehow,

into some weird prose-poetry combination.

because i can never make decisions,

and my rambled writings are truly no different.

at least i’ve got the comfy spot in the library today, though.

[lunamoth14]

It’s hard to find a soul behind those beautiful glass eyes.

[fandomre]

dimentio caregiver hcs!

“Baby clown” “little guy/gal” “silly goose”

the best at cheering you up

good puns & jokes

makes you your own clothes, special jammies and all!

Buys you the best and most colorful pacifiers (unless you don’t like colors)

Not the best at jokes? They turn out into dad jokes.

probably a parent to you

Didn’t understand what age regression was at first, but figured it out quickly for you.

silly goose is his biggest nickname for you

buys you bubbles for your baths

fixes you snacks!!!

[sleeperagentclone]

Anyway thinking about the Bad Kids leaving the Black Pit after a Sig Figs show and running into a group of Helio followers preaching outside the venue and everyone's just kinda like "Ugh, whatever, fuck these guys." And they're just gonna dip but then Kristen notices one of her little brothers is there and everyone jumps into action so she can get a couple of minutes to talk to him alone; Fig takes point by just being a queer teifling rock star and draws everyone's attention towards her, Riz slips into the crowd and helps him sneak over to the Hangvan where he and Kristen talk while Fabien and the Hangman German shepherd outside. Their parents haven't really told them anything about Kristen and it turns out that the whole reason he's here is because he saw some tabloid while at the grocery store with his mom with some picture of Kristen in reference to the Sig Figs so when he heard that the church was gonna be proselytizing at the show he volunteered to go in hopes of seeing his sister. Kristen doesn't really have time to explain anything to him but makes sure that he know that regardless of how she feels about their parents she'll always love him and their brothers, that there's nothing wrong with questioning their parents and Helio but that he doesn't have to abandon Helio to have a relationship with her and that he ever needs a place to go he can come to her no matter what

[shithitsmynipples]

This started as “what if Benson branded Randy” and turned into 6k about their fucked up dynamic

[dreaming-of-barbi]

Maria & Sugars first interaction

small story thingy

Maria is @lovesick-on-the-loose 's oc !!!! She is the best !!

Sorry if the formatting is weird, I copied this from discord

Sugar walked slowly towards the large entrance, large flat doors with no handle similar to an elevator, her hands already adjusting and fidgeting her somewhat tangled brown hair. She was reluctant to go any further, her heart still nearly about to explode from beating so hard after their "test".

What was this place??

These doctors made her carry some sort of giant doll made to resemble a child to a large, gorey grinder, all while demanding she forget her entire past through tv screens and weird subliminal wording. Telling her to forget who she was, start a new life. Restart with a clean slate.

She did what they asked, avoided that incredibly angry puppet master lady and now... they were going who knows where? They were already so exhausted but they had no other choice than to continue.

As they approached the heavy doors they slid open rather abruptly, allowing them through. Inside there was a young woman, humming a simple hymn, a familiar tune they hadn't heard in many years. It made their stomach churn.

Would she try to kill them, too?

The Demon hissed and snarled, already feeling on edge as they entered the room. Sugar was no better, her mind racing with every terrible possibility.

The woman turned to face her, a warm smile gracing her features. She was pale with dark pink lipstick, her wavy, medium length hair tied into a loose ponytail over her left shoulder. She had soft, deep chestnut brown eyes. She looked tired.

This lady wasn't too threatening, and this was the cleanest room they had seen in this place, so far...

"Maybe she's nice..."

"Sugar, keep your head up. We've already been through some weird shit, who knows what could happen here... Look at all this religion, propaganda, weird bullshit on the walls...! I don't trust this."

The Demon was steadfast, not about to drop their guard. They had just gotten into the groove of this place, and it seemed fun, gore and viscera was always a good time but if they were gonna bring that jesus fuck head asshole into this -

"Sugar, right? Hello, my name is Maria. It's nice to meet you."

Their trainwreck of thought was interrupted as Maria spoke, her voice gentle, soft spoken, though it still caused Sugar to jump. Sugar nodded and swallowed a bit, turning her head away from Maria to hide her face.

Maria paid no mind, turning to make sure her supplies were in order and locating the clipboard she had been given with Sugars "medical records". She made her way to a large, tall metal table, leather covering the top part of it. Sugar was very unsure about what was happening, hesitating for a few long minutes after Maria asked her to come and sit on the table-like object. She glanced around the room again, noting the large glass window next to the table with another Murkoff "scientist" observing what happened. This had to be a trap.

Still, the only way through this place was forward, and the Demon was even becoming impatient with Sugar.

"C'mon, we gotta get this shit done already." It whined at her.

She slowly approached Maria, and once she was there she just... stood. She didn't know what she was supposed to do. Her muscles were tense, ready to bolt at the slightest sign of danger.

Anything could happen...

After a long moment of basically nothing happening Maria spoke up, quietly asking Sugar to climb up onto the table.

Of course she didn't want to, but she did it anyways, her eyes watching Maria's hands like a hawk for any sudden movement.

Once she was on the table Maria walked over to the sink behind them, washing her hands and then putting on a clean pair of gloves, all while still humming that hymn. The Demon was sick of it, but it didn't bother trying to say anything.

Maria approached Sugar once again, Sugar scooting back just slightly to create a bit of distance between them once again.

Maria was careful and slow, warning them that she would need to move their hair and examine the area where Murkoff had drilled in the headset... the one the Demon basically ripped off their head within minutes of their "test"...

Sugar did not want to do that, her heartrate speeding up even more at the thought. She turned to glance at Maria for a moment, all at once both her and the Demon noticing the cross around Maria's neck. The reaction from both of them was rather panicked, nearly falling backwards at the sight. All of this had to be a trap, it had to be!

The Demon hissed at Sugar to get them the fuck out of there, this place was wack, not safe for them, clearly. Sugar's wide eyes couldn't leave the cross, memories of The "Elders" racing through her mind. She was stuck, remembering how they would take her in for examinations like this... all coming back to her at the sight of that small cross. Of course that's that what was happening. They were being "punished for their sins" again, like always. Screamed at for being a demon, and of course now they couldn't deny it!

Maria noticed their sudden change in demeanor, following Sugar's gaze down to the cross and she quickly moved and hid it under her dress without a second thought before stepping back. She would give them time and a moment of space.

Sugar and The Demon are both somewhat dumbfounded. Did she really do that? Recognized their fear? She didn't even yell at them about it...

Sugar finally looked up, meeting Maria's eyes even for the first time, if only for a moment before looking away again.

Finally she inches closer and sort of moved her own hair out of the way so Maria could examine her temples.

Nothing needed to be said. It was clear that they trusted her, at least slightly more than before.

Maria thanked them and was quickly at work, though it soon shifted from examining the drill site to examining the large scar across Sugar's face.

Maria looked worried, trying to be careful as she looked at some of the spots that had healed more than others. If she didn't know any better she'd say the flesh was regrowing but... that wasn't possible, right?

She attempted to touch some of the reforming skin, earning a startled gasp from Sugar as she flinched away. It was painful, too?

She didn't have anything she could say, beginning to try and say something before she trailed off and seemed to get lost in her own thoughts again.

Carefully, she let go of Sugar's hair and turned, walking over to the clipboard holding Sugars papers and unclipping them. She shuffled through the documents, an almost pit-like feeling forming within her gut as she studied all of the papers, trying not to let her horror show on her face.

X-rays showing Sugar's skull revealed that her bone looked like it was regrown, resembling conditions where the human skeleton grows extra mass, but it was reforming. She could see visible fractures that had been restitched unnaturally.

She glanced at Sugar and back to the paperwork a few times, in pure disbelief of what she saw. She finally spoke after a moment, her words shaky and hesitant;

"I-I don't understand, how are you--"

No! There's no way she'd say that to this girl, not after how frightened she had acted at just the sight of her cross necklace. She shook her head a little bit at the thought, swallowing and thinking of a way to rephrase her words.

"How am I alive~?"

Maria's shot up from looking at the papers, looking at Sugar again. She was facing Maria now, head tilted very far to the left side, showing her teeth in a wide grin. The side of her face with the scar didn't lift as much, struggling to move with the rest of her healthy side. Maria could see her teeth resembled the bone in the X-rays, a little more smooth, but it was clearly still "reformed". Glancing down at the X-rays and then back up at Sugar-- yup, she had sharp teeth on the side that had regrown.

What trials and tribulations did the lord test her with now?

"Sugar" stood up, taking a few steps towards Maria, still grinning. Not blinking. It eyed her up and down, scoffing at her after it did so.

"You don't frighten me. All the scriptures in the world couldn't get to me, okay? Don't try anything stupid with me."

"What? No I jus- " Maria attempted to interject, but was spoken over quickly.

"Don't play dumb with me, sweetheart. You're smart. You can figure it out."

"She" was cocky, sticking out her tongue at Maria before her eyes rolled back and she nearly collapsed.

Sugar caught herself, still stumbling and falling to the ground but thankfully catching herself before she hit her head on something. She picked herself up shakily, wiping away whatever dust had clung to her as if this was all too normal, though her expression gave away how very worried she was.

Once again that thing inside her had to go and pull a stunt like this, making her out to be crazy and stupid like always. At least Maria was nice about it...

Maria caught her attention by taking a step towards Sugar with something in her hand. She was holding a small syringe.

She was going to knock Sugar out, report this behavior... Why wouldn't she?

Sugar stepped away, blurting out a million apologies for what happened before being shushed by Maria;

"This should help with the pain, and I'm going to prescribe you something to take so your skin doesn't feel so sensitive. I'd like you to come back see me tomorrow, if that's alright? I'll let them know so you aren't given a hard time about it." She said as though it was matter of fact, not even acknowledging Sugar's apologies.

Come see her tomorrow? Did Sugar hear her correctly?? There was no way she would let that happen after seeing how batshit the Demon had her acting...

Of course, Sugar nodded her head and allowed Maria to give her the injection, wincing at the sting but ultimately feeling relieved at the slight pain relief. She hadn't realized how much her scar hurt, she must have gotten used to it...

Soon the "check up" was over and they were on their way to the sleep room, such an odd sensation in their chest as they walked into that cold, dingy bunker room.

Fluttery, light, warm... Maria had been so kind.

A beacon of light in this terrifying place.

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

wow i kinda don't want to do this anymore

[tippedbykreider]

I am currently sat here with the Chris fic open...

Please hold me accountable 🤣

[thefrogwild]

random magnet poetry from this week that turned out better than I expected (this classifies as art right? if i post it on my art blog that’s ok right??)

[nectaric]

hm.

[swiftiebookwormlogastellus]

this is a really weird and specific question but like if you get hit by a train in nyc what’s gonna give you the best chance of survival (like what circumstances)

yes this is a writing thing, no I don’t want to talk about its hold on me

[adrowningmansballad]

report card

Do you have a heart? Can you feel it beat in your chest? Does it feel ooey, gooey and warm like the early rays of December's summer sun, peeking through your glazed windows when you wake? Like when a shy little girl or boy sneaks glances at their crush in a coming of age film with bated breath while walking to school, concealed by the shadows of wilted wallflowers. Does it flutter like cabbage butterflies that dance around your head as you walk down the cracked paved footpath? Tranquility breaks as you trip pitifully, the crumbling of concrete matches your confidence and crimsoning of cheeks. But you'll have more to be embarrassed about soon, don't you worry. Can you feel it pound as you're rushed by an influx of bodies, washing over you? As you enter school, moving from each class, slowly sinking on that anxious breeze that trails through the tall towering trees. Carrying that distinct scent of eucalyptus leaves that tumbles you dry. It follows you all the way to the end of the day, where you start to feel less alive. Can you feel your blood run cold when you realize what day it is today? When you're handed your progress report, and read the freshly printed Letraset flowing down the page. A column that pummels you into the earth- "A- for Math, A for Science, A for Music, A for Humanities, A for Physical Education...B for English". It's not much, but it's enough. It's enough to justify what will happen next. Does your heart thump hard enough to begin pushing it's way out of your chest? With each step home, do you feel yourself falling over? You might hope you trip again and break your arm. Or crack your skull. Or just bleed. Any reason to distract from what's in your hand. And when you finally get home, do you accept your fate and place the death sentence onto the dining table? If so, you should probably go hide. Wait in your bedroom, with only the melody of your heart sitting in the void with you. Does it drum the same beat of the bedroom door slamming open? Scuff marks signing "please kick here" from the day before. And the day before. And the day before that. And the day before that. And the day before that. There's nowhere to hide and you know that. All you can do is hold your breath. But we both know your heart won't steady. Do you sense the wall shake? The way they vibrate as he comes through the door. The windows rattle, no longer glittering with that warmth you felt when you opened your eyes. Are you starting to feel that sense of doom, as the static that descends like a burning vignette threatens to end you. You're unsure if your heart will burst from the pressure swelling in your chest, but your ears most definitely will; "You almost got an A" "You've really slacked off this time" "Maybe you've spent too much time with your friends" "You did so much better last term". It sounds nice enough now, but your continuing existence pours oil onto the fire; "You're a waste of space, you know that?" "A waste of time even" "How can you be such an idiot?" "That's all you are, and all you ever will be" "How could you be so sly and manipulative, making us think you could actually do something well for once" "Don't give me that look, or I'll give you something to really cry about" "Maybe grounding isn't enough, I ought to-". No matter how hard you try, this is how it ends; No happy love story in sight. It was never there to begin with. The end credits thanks you for your achievements that led us here. Do you have a heart? I have one. But I think it broke a long time ago.

[questioningpunctuation]

OOKAY IVE BEEN THINKING.

should you kill the "leader" of a team first or last? the leader in this case just being the most well known or the one everyone takes commands from. so y'know.. leader stuff. to set the scene, say.. there's a group of like four or five people, and they've been caught together or are in some sort of deadly situation. they're all going to die one way or another, but which way would fuck them up emotionally the most? .. torture aside. i'm picturing a shot to the head or something. would it be to, A: kill the leader first. or B: kill the leader last?

here are MY thoughts! feel free to add onto this or reblog or whatever. i'm really curious as to what you guys think!! they're all down there cause i don't want to make this too long.,

killing the leader first could symbolize the end of the team, like a bad omen or something idk. cause it would be pretty fucked up to see the person you've looked up to or been working with, who time and time again has made it out of things alive and taken charge to make sure everything's okay, just.. die. right in front of you, like their life never meant anything, and there's nothing you could do about it. like., you love your leader, huh? TOO BAD!! shoots them in the head

HOWEVER, killing the leader last would be pretty fucked up as well. because they'd be seeing the people they've devoted their time and resources and emotions to, just *splat*. gone! it would be pretty soul crushing to see your best friends and allies in their last moments, knowing that you failed them, and it was your decisions that led up to their deaths. and by the time the leader dies, they're glad. because they wouldn't have anything to live for anyways

SO!! i think it depends on who you want to inflict this pain onto, but either way, they're all gonna die. i may or may not have started thinking about this because of the killjoys,.. totally not aha..