#hello i'm back from the unalive??

[whenhedgehogsfly]

this face? :-)

[maopll]

Hello I'm not sure if my request is allowed since i did not see it on the rules so pls ignore it it is not allowed.

May I request Leona, Jamil, Rook and Malleus with a S/O who is suffering from depression? Another thing is they have caught the reader trying to unalive themselves, and harming themselves, their mental health is also getting worse. I'd like to see the boy's reaction and how they'd comfort their S/O(since it it similar to my current situation).

I understand if you're not comfortable with this request or do not want to do it. I also apologize of it is against the rules. I'd also like to say that I enjoy reading your works a lot. Please take care of yourself. Thank you and enjoy your day!<3

Let me heal your scars

| twisted wonderland !

⌗:, scars on the outside heal after a time. but...are there any methods or medications that can heal the scars inflicted on the inside?....

⌗:, a/n: anon I am comfortable with this request as I myself have gone through similar situations but you need to push through ! I hope you find solace in whatever keeps you happy and please don't do anything that might unalive you ! I love you <3 I have added things I kind of felt when situation like those happened

⌗:, warning: mentions of reader unaliving themselves,, trauma,, mental health issues,, read at your own risk ! angst !

⌗:, pairings: leona, jamil, malleus, rook w/ gn!reader

,,your depression has gotten worse. you still have freakish nightmares and you slowly start to wonder "do I really have any worth?" "maybe I am useless" "it is my fault that I always fail". these thoughts keep plaguing you mind it's as if someone is telling you to just k!ll yourself. maybe you should just?....

LEONA refuses to let anything get to his weakness and he would absolutely hate it when someone or something is the reason his cherished herbivore is going through hard times and having negative thoughts. He believed that when you are with him no dark thoughts would engulf your mind but...not everything can be kept at bay...

whenever you would visit savannahclaw you would most wear short sleeves or if you ever wore a long sleeve it would be mostly during winter but short sleeves were your favourite. However he noticed a sudden change in your clothing pattern with you wearing long sleeves more than often and turtlenecks . He may be laidback but he too once aimed for the throne of a king...

He knew you would never tell him so when you were sleeing in his arms he looked under your sleeves and for the first time he was frightened and covered in cold sweat.

" [name]...why do you have those cuts on your hands and on your neck ?" for the first time, your leona was dead serious with anything and his voice was a decible lower than usual. you knew that you would have to provide an atleast believeable excuse to make him believe. but no matter how much you tried to answer you felt as if you were being engulfed by the floor and damn gravity never felt this heavy.

you burst into tears. the thoughts, the pressure of life, the decisions, everything fell on you like a thousand bricks. he sucked at comforting but he knew hugs were your favourite. he told you to cry as much as you wanted to. he patted your back and offered to listen to everything you've been going through those days.

he may not be able to relate with you but atleast he can lessen the pain you've felt.

JAMIL himself had to undergo some strict training in his childhood but he had to admit that whatever happened with you nothing of the sort happened to him. so he couldn't share the nor understand your feelings but just know...that he will do whatever it takes to help you

you would visit his dorms and sometimes dance with him under the moonlight with passion because it was something you wanted to do, something that would be very intimate but recently he saw less passion in you and frequent absences of your presence on many days. he thought you were busy but there's no way that you would be absent for two weeks right?...

he was on his way to Ramshackle dorm to see what you were doing, and if there were any homework, he might help you with those, but he definitely didn't expect your silhouette standing on the highest balcony railing ready to jump. he was frozen with fear. 'there's no way that YOU would do this..'

as soon as he saw your feet leave the railing, he sprinted to the spot where you might fall, and thank goodness he caught you just before you hit the ground. you have some explaining to do cause he was taken aback, he couldn't grasp what was happening and he was definitely sweating HARD.

" WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING JUMPING OFF THAT RAILING ?! DO YOU WANT TO REALLY KI–" you cut him off by shouting "WHY DID YOU CATCH ME I DO NOT WANT TO LIVE ANYMORE LET ME GO" and that was your last straw as tears flowed out of your eyes like a waterfall and you were sure you were crying like a baby at this point.

Jamil can read the room very well so he sighed and said that you can tell him everything later on and he is sure that it is definitely trauma inducing otherwise you wouldn't have tried to jump off

he know how heartbreaking it would be to see you cry but he wants to let you let go of all the pains and sorrows you have experienced these days.

MALLEUS here has no idea. this man child is learning human emotions because he pretty much grew sheltered so he learns them by looking at you. Things that invoke happy emotions, romantic emotions, sometimes sad emotions but what is this emotion that you're feeling right now?

I feel that he is able to sense emotions that his lover feels. dragon instincts I guess. but while most emotions you feel smelled sweet, strong or sometimes like petrichor..this one smelled like poison ivy. why?

he may be learning but he doubts that those scents were anything but normal. while he did want to ask you about it you would just change the subject. he knew you were hiding something. his instincts are on another level when it comes to you

he sensed that you might be in danger so it's best if he investigated it by himself and not long after did he find blood stained knifes and ropes. he was horrified. to think that the one whom he cherishes so much would be trying to part away from him for eternity, to take away their own life. he can't have you do that. not when he already made up his mind to keep you by himself while he rules.

you made sure to check all your surroundings to see if everything was in place but you failed to notice that one knife was missing which malleus brought out in front of you when you didn't notice him. "[name]...why were you doing this to yourself?..." he was sad and heartbroken. his voice sounded like he was on the verge of crying and so were you. he was the last person you wanted to find out about your...intentions of killing you life...

no matter how much you tried to tell him something your mouth would only open just to close the next moment because you just cannot bring yourself to tell him. you dropped down on the floor telling him that "I just can't do it...I can't deal shit with life...everything around me feels like they are judging me..feel like they will engulf me and no matter what I do I'll just be useless all over again.." he couldn't reciprocate your feelings but he can surely make you feel better. such a person as yourself who stays bright and cheery should not be crying on the floor nor should they feel sorrows. he hugged you close to his chest while he told you that he would listen to everything you want to tell him.

if he can't shield you from sadness and mishaps then how can he call himself a worthy ruler who would protect the people..his people? so he would do anything in his power to make sure you never shed those tears again.

ROOK here knew exactly the moment when you seemed more gloomy and down than usual. you would talk less, eat less, and those eyebags were so prominent that they could be noticed from metres away.

Something is not right...he thought to himself. how could his always cheerful and perfect other half be so under the weather these days. looks like he needs to know about the origin of your sorrows. He is a stubborn one so he is going to and he WILL find out whatever or whoever has cause you pain. He knows for a reason that it's gotta be something from the past looking at how you don't want to tell him and looks like he was right....

he is slowly unfolding your bedsheets, opened your drawers, and investigated your kitchen knife. bigger sorrows usually lead to rash decisions and looks like he was right. he is a master archer and hunter. the smell of blood being too familiar to him to be able to trace the scent in the knife being yours.

he knew that it may be a possibility, but the fact being true makes him feel...crestfallen. how? why? when? all these thoughts raced his mind. he knew your reason for doing these would be even worse and heartbreaking. but he had to confront you and comfort you. so that's when you seeked you out in the middle of the night when you were almost going to drift off to slumber.

"[name]...were you trying to hurt yourself?" your eyes grew wide like saucers. you've never seen rook look so dejected and serious. you told him yes and showed him all the scars that wrapped your body. you felt tears threatening to spill from your eyes and..oh? why do your cheeks feel wet?...

his usual signature smile was now a ghost of itself and he had a frown. he hugged you as tight as possible and let you freely cry all over on his chest. he shushed you softly and told you to tell him everything you went through and let go of those past emotions.

with him here he swears to never let anyone or he himself be the reason of your tears. he can't afford to see his amoureuse stain her beautiful face.

a/n: sometimes you just need to let go of all those who belittled you or trampled over your pitiful self. you should now grow a stronger version of yourself and start your life anew <3

[gyllenhaalstories]

presumed innocent episode 6 word vomit <3

raymond i love you so much save me raymond save all of us we all need help

so the dna under the fingernails was a set up... aww tommy :( also why on earth would it be under ONE fingernail if she scratched him trying to defend herself

if there's one thing the previous episodes have shown, it's rusty's protectiveness. putting his sense of protection into question is so so so clever. but hurtful. but smart 😭

barbara fighting back, standing in her truth. GO GIRL YESSSSSSSS. i love strong women ❤️

THE JUDGE IS NOT TAKING SHIT OH MY GOD. but i hate nico's smirk when raymond got called out. i knew this episode would be tough. i'm not having fun.

not rusty fucking smiling when raymond is like "if carolyn and rusty kissed and touched his face can this be the reason why they found his dna and saliva" HE IS A LOST CAUSE 😭 he is the dumbest most pathetic man on this planet.

barbara painting oh i wanted more of that scene!!!

MYA THAT WAS SO GOOD YES!!! i'm holding on to nothing because rusty is absolutely screwed but wow! that was satisfying two seconds of triumph. tommy is the scary man at work carolyn was scared of. what if this lead to the arguments with rusty? she was agitated, he's dumb and horny and in love so he thought she was mad at him as she pulled back? hmm.

RAYMOND, THAT FUCKING WINK OH MY GOD. OUR KING OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR, RAYMOND HOGAN THIS IS A RAYMOND HOGAN FAN BLOG

i like the parallel of the barbara scene in the subway? bus? tramway? idk okay, in the public transportation. that scene during the first episodes when barbara seemed to be the suspicious one. now we have a scene of tommy in public transportation and he is the most suspicious one. oof. cinéma. well ✨télévision✨

ASS THIGHS BACK ASS THIGHS ASS THIGHS THIGHS LEGS THIGHS ASS OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I AM UNALIVE the gray sweatpants the hoodie the ass the thighs 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

look i know rusty is in NO PLACE to complain or get mad or making his feelings matter more than barbara's. a kiss is NOTHING compared to a long term affair and emotional involvement and falling in love and getting your mistress pregnant. but he looks so sad 🥺 "you wanted to see a piece of his art :)". after rusty asked "did you fuck him" (jake's voice in this particular scene is so WOW acting!!! he sounds so hurt and mad and pissed and he's holding back it gives me the impression they did that scene a lot of times and his voice was raw from the screaming) and barbara said no, i kind of wish he said "you should have fucked him".

"how does it feel to make a fucking mistake" bye shut up rozat

okay i was really hoping that rusty grabbing her by the arm in the trailer was connected to a scene where he found out barbara killed carolyn but ... i did not like that 🥲 he looked so disgusted and scared of himself after but. oh god. that was not it. i mean i like the "fuck you rusty/fuck me?" dynamic for a fic 😔 (sigh, i add this to the list of ideas and hopefully that helps my brain disconnects from icky thoughts about that scene) but NOT FOR THAT CONTEXT. thinking of what barbara said, "your father has a lot of rage inside him". oh god.

so much for storytelling. so much for trying to give the jury the impression she supports him. you are fucked rusty. you're going to jail.

"i could go, i'm a good seat filler" 😭 aww jaden

dad rusty dad rusty dad rusty dad rusty dad rusty

THE EMO SON IS... something... WHY IS NO ONE PUSHING THE FACT CAROLYN DIDNT WANT HIM IN HER LIFE? not just a "oh i have a child, i don't want a child, child is living with his father but like i'm there if need be" but a full no contact? like ? WHY IS NO ONE JUST ??????????? HELLO

EVERY WEEK I HAVE THE IMPRESSION RAYMOND WILL DIE AND PLEASE PLEASE RAYMOND PLEASE NO DYING RAYMOND PLEASE DYING IS FORBIDDEN NO DYING

NO RAYMOND WHAT DID I JUST SAY 😭

oh my god of course it ends like that OF FUCKING COURSE PLEASE NO PLEASE rusty leading to the death of two people is TOO MUCH NO rusty should plead guilty for involuntary manslaughter for raymond disappear for 8 years and everyone will be happy again because he will be forgotten and he can idk become a pool boy or something 😔

I HATE THIS SHOW I’M SO FUCKING STRESSED RIGHT NOW we saw rusty's glorious ass again BUT AT WHAT COST

[writingquestionsanswered]

Hello! So I'm writing a fanfic where I have it so one character who died pre-canon is instead alive while his brother is the one that died but I'm having trouble figuring out how his relationships with the other characters would be like compared to canon since by the simple fact of this one character being alive instead of the other changes alot!

Apologies if I've already sent this before lol, feel free to ignore this if I have <3

Fan-Fiction: Swapping a Live w/Unalive Character

Doing a "what if" fan-fiction involves a lot of careful thought, brainstorming, and plotting.

You'll have to sit down and think about every single thing that changes as a result of this swap, then think about how it changes. Part of that is going to mean doing some extrapolating based on what you know about the character you're bringing back to life. You can use things that have been established in canon as a guide, then make educated guesses from there about how things might play out.

If nothing is know about this character, and you're basically fleshing them out on your own, you have some leeway to do what you want. And then you'll take whatever you decide into account as you figure out how these relationships will go.

Remember that everyone is different. You can have two people, one with personality A and one with personality B... and then two other people, one with personality A and one with personality B, and these two sets of people could still have completely different relationships and interactions. So, it's less about trying to measure up to arbitrary rules about how people behave, and more about making it make sense within what's been laid out already in canon.

I hope that helps!

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[autismhellhole]

Hello everypony, you are all sick in the head,

Jeon Jung-kook (전정국) -

you imitate the feline friends, you ignored your responsibilities as a military soldier, and you left your friends. (BTS - Bangtan Boys)

translation :

"당신의 고양이 친구들을 흉내낸 군인은 당신의 임무를 무시하고 떠났습니다. (방탄소년��-BTS)"

Papyrus (Sans' Brother) -

you've played the foolish game that I play and kidnapped a child, and tried to unalive an innocent newborn. (Frisk Undertale)

Lord Boxman (John [NOT canon] ) -

hate crimes (will not elaborate). You are an active danger to the civilians that roam this basement so I tied you up like a doggie.

Barney Calhoun ( Half-Life [not HLVRAI DON'T mix them up] ) -

not patriotic to the free American States, how sickening. I actually can't think of anything else right now so I'll come back to you (maybe).

Kowalski (Penguin of Madagascar. The Smart One) -

Kowalski, Kowalski, Kowalski. You're a nerd dork, and endangered the entire world. But your worst crime was becoming an internet meme. And you're bi.

Jerma985 (Jeremy Elbertson. The SUS guy from the game Among Us) -

Oh, Jerma. Sweet, sensual Jerma. The crimes are infinitely endless, like the formula to Pi. (I don't know if that's correct). You threaten 'chat' and to 'ban' members on the platform Twitch™. My ink is travelling hold on oh it's smudging holdon.

Oh, Jerma. Your worst crime of all is being so handsome and delectable. However. I'm currently not on the market.

Shadowy Venomous (Professor Venomous' heterosexual repression) -

My, Oh, My. My Sweet Darling. You are so Yaoi and Sugoi. I'm bethrothed by your immense dedication and passion, and I would like to further our relationship. I'm handing you this note, please tick yes. *hands him a note with 'do you like me' on it, with 2 boxes, one being yes, the other being no* please say yes. I am YANDERE AND YOU DO NOT WANT TO MESS WITH ME!

The scene is set with a large group of individuals ranging from short to tall, from all different section of the Fandoms (#Tumblr). Please BTS fans do not come for us, this is just a bit of tomfoolery. From left to right: Stinky gay homeless, Stinky gay homeless again, Tied up chickie (stinky gay homeless), Jungkook (BTS stans please dontgetmad at me) saying 'What the FLUFF!' because he is a kawaii catboy, Skeleton (Sans' Brother), and Half Life the game smoking a fat blunt (I don't know why.)

Please refrain from any comments about the accomodation, I am short on funds (The government has cut my benefits). We are in an economic crisis. I'm hashtag WOKE.

I'm writing this with my Glitter Gel pens and feelin' girly! ₊˚୨୧·₊ ♡·₊

YOU ARE ALL HERE TO BE PAWNS IN MY BIG GAME OF HUMAN CHESS (plus skeleton and catboy and chicken and snake and penguin). Enjoy the RIDE because it's BUMPY. You must ALL post on the torturous HELL that is TUMBLR.COM. buhehehehehehe~

I will KILL you if you do not OBEY.

- Billy ꔛ‬♡

[lalunanymph]

In continuation of our prev topic, Arghh r u seriously doing thisss to me?? We are a s*x doll sold to Naoya?? Baby Dawn plsss.. I alrdy unalive and now what u gonna make me do?? in my grave thirsting for Naoya if I'm dead again, knock2 from underneath ur bed??! Hello?? Yup baby u rite, it's pretty dark but I slurp it loudly in my cup of tea. Maybe best not to rush it let it flow naturally baby. Gaaah world building and all, oh for the love of Naoya am I weird for loving him? Prob a sneaky peaky for like a Kinktober or sumtg. Oooo spooky sci-fi Halloween theme. But really baby u and ur brain! Goshhh my whole Pinterest still recs me sexy Naoyas good lawd he's so kinky.

hehe yesss and he’s a lil mean to us too but he doesn’t know we’re sentient n have emotions (doubles who have emotions hve to be executed in this fic !!) overall im kinda warming back to it again n i do hope to get it out this year wish me luck !! 😭😭

[l0cal-r4t]

Failure : Request

WORD COUNT : 1296

TWS : light blood, non-explicit/mentioned torturous imagery, very mild cursing

Why hello hello there, stanger! If we haven't met before, name's Rat! I'm a writer who's in the thralls of carving out a commission writing and freelancing gig here online! As of late, I've been taking requests so I can add examples to my commissionary page and to spread my name a bit so folks can get to know what exactly I'm all about and my writing style! And wouldn't ya know, this is one of those requests!

This particular request was for a friend of mine who, like myself, is an enjoyer of the Creepypasta fandom! This particular piece is based on their character, Artemis, failing to unalive a very valuable target for their boss, the Slenderman, and getting doled some punishment for their failure. I'll reiterate from the TWs at the top that this piece includes some light blood & non explicit torturous imagery as well as just a twinge of cursing! If you'd like to continue still, then please enjoy! :D

Screams filled the woods in a dark, dreary dusk.. In the fading sunlight, a human shape with features contorted in terror scrambles through the trees. Their face was accentuated by the starkly warm light of the sunset, a shadow covering it intermittently as they turned back to see if they were being followed. Blood dripped from their many open wounds onto the dry leaves and grass as they ran; it looked like they had been nicked by a slew of small knives. Singing burns coursed through their legs, pain and exhaustion weighing them down. They felt as though they were going to topple, keel over at any moment, but they had to keep running. But what had them so rattled? The Archer, Artemis.

Tailing behind this poor unfortunate soul was the cold huntress, Artemis. She was an accursed child from the beginnings of her life but now? She was one of the hunters, the Proxies, of the creature that called itself “Slenderman”. He gave her targets, she brought them down; depending on the orders, she would either end them then and there, or she would bring them back to him for whatever sick aims he had with them. Judging from the screams she often heard after she delivered her prey, death was a sweet mercy. Her noir and ivory pixie cut locks bounced as she tailed her query, golden eyes as cold and emotionless as always. Gripped in one hand was a short bow, the girl’s pale toned hand wrapped firmly around the central grip, and at her alternate hip was a quiver of serrated tip arrows. Those were what had put so many slices and gashes on the fellow she was after; bleeding prey and running them down, outlasting them was a key strategy. If it worked for the wolves it would work for her.

As she begins to gain ground, the yellow eyed huntress pulls one of her arrows from her quiver and knocks it. Closing one eye and focusing intently, she draws back the bowstring. She’s just about to take the shot when suddenly her query had.. disappeared? She grinds to a stop and her stone cold expression gives way to confusion and just a twinge of panic. Where had he gone? Unfortunately for Arte, her prey had managed to slip away from her and was now well on his way to civilization. My, the boss wasn’t going to be happy about that... Befittingly on cue, a wave of churning nausea and dizziness crashes into poor Artemis. He was calling her back.. He knew she’d failed. The compact huntress struggles against the urge to faint, trying to keep herself conscious. But in the end, she falls victim to the Slenderman’s call and collapses unconscious on the forest floor.

What came next was.. foggy and choppy. She’d woken up only intermittently as she’d been dragged back to the abode of the Slenderman, flashes of his tall frame and the trees around her as her body was dragged along the forest floor only to black out a few moments later. It wasn’t until she reached her final destination that she awoke fully once again. A searing shot of pain was what woke her, waking to find herself being dangled above the ground with her master’s towering shadow looming over her. Her wrists were above her head, one of the Slenderman’s many tendrils binding them, and her body dangled below them. She struggles for a moment before her employer looses a venomous chuckle.

“Hmhm, still putting up such a fight even though you know you can’t win, little Hotaru? That you’ve already sealed your fate with your failure?”

Artemis winces at the use of her true name. She’d abandoned that filthy moniker when she’d joined this.. monster as a Proxy. She hated it and he damn well knew it. The tall, tall man leans down, his stark white, featureless face filling her vision. He tilts his head ever so slightly as he seems to watch her.

“I thought you were better than this. You’ve delivered countless rabble to me before, and yet you let this one escape. He was important to our plans, Hotaru, and you let him slip through your fingers. You aren’t fit for the name of the huntress.”

Normally, Artemis could bite back her tongue in his presence; she wasn’t one to sugar coat words but.. he terrified her on a primal level. Her fear of what he might do to her kept her dry, blunt commentary on a leash; something about him, about this conversation, broke that hold. She furrows her brows before she speaks.

“Ya know what, fuck you. I don’t see you hunting down people. You sit around and have all of us do it because you’ve lost your touch.”

Oh my, oh my. Our poor Hotaru seems to have struck a nerve with that comment as the Slenderman recoils in disgust. The edges of his form seem to grow hazy and a heaviness fills the air. The tendril gripping onto her wrists tightens down painfully and a new tendril binds itself around her throat. The Slenderman’s voice booms and echoes, ringing in Artemis’ ears and skull.

“How dare you insult me, you worthless wretch. I gave you a place to stay when you had nothing. I gave you a chance to live when all others wished you dead. I only ask the simplest of tasks of you, and insulting me is how you repay me? You are in need of adjustment, Hotaru Nakamura, and I will be the one to give it to you.”

An unsettling tightness suddenly twisted into the dangling Proxy’s gut. “Adjustment”..? Arte’s body is turned around, her face pushed against a nearby tree. What was..- Before she could consider any further, a strong lashing sensation makes contact with her back. She bites down the urge to react or make noise. In her ear, she felt the hum of the Slenderman’s voice.

“If you will not heed my consequences then perhaps something from your past will encourage you not to disappoint me again.”

Her back is lashed again and again by the Slenderman’s tendrils, a total of seven times. Each time it had grown harder to resist the urge to cry out, but she had managed to keep her wits and her fortitude. Eventually, she’s turned back around and her vision is once again dominated by the Slenderman. Her yellow, slit pupiled eyes were quickly greeted by one of the Slenderman’s tendrils. The black, tapered appendage pushes her facemask down and pries her mouth open. Another tendril manifests and reaches inside, grabbing and pulling her tongue taught in her mouth.

“And perhaps this will teach you to mind your tongue better.”

The tapered edge of the tendril suddenly sharpens and Hotaru’s tongue is cut clean from her mouth. Since her mouth had been forced open, she’s left with no way to stifle the visceral scream that tears from her body. Blood quickly begins to pour from her mouth as he casts her severed tongue into the dried leaves on the forest floor. Shock quickly sets in and after a moment, Artemis’ consciousness begins to wane. The Slenderman audibly scoffs, the tendril suspending her releasing her and allowing to hit the ground; a loud crunching, more than likely some of Hotaru’s bones, filling the air as she makes impact. By this point, she’d already slipped out of consciousness and was now limply pouring blood on the forest floor. Someone would be detailed to retrieve her and she would eventually recover just as all his proxies did. Even if she was a spit fiery pain in the ass, she was a valuable asset to the Slenderman’s arsenal of hunters and for that she would be given another chance.

[remtheenlightenedone]

Things to know about me Tumblr #1 :

💜I only read ship fanfiction under "fem!reader" only because I'm afab. It depends on my mood to read "male!reader" content.

💜Im neither left nor right and I don't take stances on alot of things. I choose to be indifferent because at the end of the day it'll give me a headache and nothing will be accomplished. Plus I hate politics. Too much b*tchin' and not enough action.

💜"If you support xyz, block me" ok? Why would it matter if I did? Also I saw this alot on Twitter so don't expect me to follow along with any bs like that on here.

💜I like cane toads. Australia and Florida shut your mouth. dni if you don't like them. They are adorable!

💜I'm late to team cat but cat videos have been the best therapeutic thing I could ever watch during any sickness. Little meow meow kinda alright!

💜If I don't like something I'm just gonna block. No reasons. Just block. If you bringing bad vibes I'm blocking. Period.

💜Until I'm able to im not going to spend any money on commissions from other artist or writers. And no I will not turn my hobby into a profit. I'm good.

💜If I say something that ooc do not read too much into it. If I choose not to share, do not press me. All you will get is silence. Ty 🙏🏽

💜Green is a beautiful color. Especially emerald. I love it. If you don't, why is your life so sad? /lh

💜After spending years on Twitter I do not tolerate negativity of any kind. Sorry but I'll have to block that. Also lmk if I already posted something like this in the post.

💜✌🏽🙏🏽👍🏽 I am a poc. But that shouldn't matter. Im just like every other autistic person with mental issues out there. Sometimes I'll use the default yellow emojis cuz I'm lazy 😛

💜I like to write and draw mostly. Poems have been my thing now.

💜Also if you like anything that's a negative setback for me I'm going to assume you did it out of spite and I'll block you. Who likes post like "I spent a day in the hospital because people on the internet made me want to unalive myself" and thinks thats acceptable???? So if I post something like "the internet ruined my love for my one passion in life" there better be no likes. Especially if that's all you're going to like!

End of rant

💜I write fanfiction. It was mostly nsfw stuff but kinda took a break after an accident I had where I stayed in the hospital for two months. I also draw but since the internet DID ruin that hobby for me I probably won't post anything for a while :/

💜my music taste vary. Rn I'm into Eminem. He's just a vibe rn.

💜I've been having sleeping problems since I got back from the hospital. So if you see me up past 5 am... Hello :3

💜when you actually get to know me I'm pretty chill.

💜while looking into things like daoism and Buddhism it made me appreciate atla/tlok even more. Eastern culture is very beautiful!🙏🏽

💜I love people unconditionally like I love myself. Always.

💜I like cane toads and any frog or amphibian as pets. I don't like seeing them hung up as trophies or made for taxidermy. I will shut that down asap.

💜sometimes I message random people. But if I message you it's for a reason. Especially if it's a commission. Like I said I don't need any commission rn but just in case.

💜I'm also prone to make hella typos! Check my hashtags.

💜I go from ghetto speak, to proper, to old english, to vague all in one. Or manic. Manic is definitely one of those typing types I have but can I tell you how it looks or describe it idk. But I guess manic pixie naive positive speak is one way to describe it?

Ngl that's all I can think of now. I'll post more if I can think of anymore. Same with hashtags. I'll keep you posted.

[lucidapricity]

Hi! Hope you're doing well and you're healthy! I have a few questions about your fic if u don't mind 🦚

1. What limit would y/n have to break in order for the angels mental state to switch from being infatuated with her to "she said/did this? she must die" like is there ANYTHING she could say or do that goes so FAR as to make them WILLINGLY kill her?

2. what if y/n found out about their identity earlier? Like she has this ability that just...heightens her perception and would let her know that the guys she hangs out with has an otherworldly presence?

3. I had saw ur drawing of jin and I was wondering instead of y/n being silent, what if she said "no I don't like those animals they disturb me for such and such reasons" would he still have transformed?

4. Let's say y/n was rich, how would the boys react if she told them "it was nice hanging out with y'all but I'm moving countries I'll miss you <3" and this is ofc before anything drastic happens. Would they give up their home to follow her in secrecy or perhaps...kidnap her?-

5. And this is a rather silly question but I can't stop picturing y/n asking jungkook or hobi if she can climb them. She's like "sometimes I can't tell if I'm standing near a person or near a giraffe but anyway, can you pick me up?"

hello dear anon! i will try to answer your questions to the best of my ability w/o spoiling WotN

it really does depend on which fallen you are referring to. some of them are nonchalant and do not care about the crude things the reader has to say about their personal lives, but there are others where they'll literally unalive reader w/o caring about what namjoon thinks. like, they love her so much but they're unstable beings with certain complexes. idk what she could possibly say to irk them to that point where they finally snap but anything is eventually possible.

if the reader found about them earlier, OH BOY WOULD SHE TRY TO AVOID THEM AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. i had the reader's goals in mind to have a decent and some-what mundane life to comfortable live in so to have 7 random ass fallen angels try to keep her as a "pet", this fic would turn into something like a hunt, predator(s) vs prey yk. reader would try to find ways to eliminate the fallens in desperation to go back to normalcy and the fallens are finding ways to find their precious little mortal. this does sound like another good fic idea so like maybe i'd eventually make some kind of spinoff to WotN with this kind of route in mind.

yeah jin would've done it regardless, he's a show-off in WotN + he does not really care for her opinion. (if anyone is asking, this drawing doesn't exist anymore, i've deleted it awhile back while cleaning my account and won't be taking asks about it)

no amount of wealth or distance will prevent the fallens from having the reader. their home serves more of as a flight base (lol), if and when they're able to retrieve the reader once more, they'll take her back to her 'rightful' home. so yes, they would kidnap her but not leave their newly found home.

they would both gladly let her climb on top of them! they both have extremely big interests in reader (in two different ways) and are ecstatic to make her happy (depending on if this is kidnapped reader or reader with freedom still). even though they aren't the "tallest" out of all of the fallens, they'll still give her the height that she wants lol

[with-love-from-hell]

Hello Miss Storm! If you're taking a request at the moment can I please request a comfort Lucifer fanfic with an MC (gn or male is ok even AFAB reader is ok) who has struggled with their mental health with a fuck load of trauma and sh addiction and a ciggerate addiction and is trying really hard to quit but they're getting really strong urges to unalive and spiral back and Lucifer notices them being really distant and returning back to the human world to cut off all ties with everyone they love and Lucifer helps them out of that rut? Sorry if it's a bit heavy but I would really appreciate that I'm going through a rlly hard time it would mean a lot to me , please and thankyou! <3

Hi anon, I'm currently on Hiatus from requests, commissions, and most writing but for when I'm back in March, have a few questions about this req

1, how long are you wanting this to be? Right now I take free requests for prompts in either headcannon format or for under 1k words, and I have a feeling this would exceed that given all the moving parts. Other writing goes through a commission system (read it on my main blog post/Kofi for details) so if you're wanting a commission there's a whole separate process for that.

2, I'm curious of how like...graphic (??) this could be for someone who's struggling, so how much detail would you want me to go into?

Dm me if you wanna move forward with it, or if you want to change your req a bit to fit a different format you can always send another req!

[chancedarling]

There's a bob of adams apple in that too long throat as Chance tries so very hard not to bark a laugh into big dogs face because...

He's alive. Moments ago he was very close to being unalive but... Not now, nuh-uh. He's whole and healed and feeling as though he's just drunk ten pints of redbull. Vim. Vigour. Fucking... Amazing.

Big dog doesn't know. He doesn't know??? How the fuck could he not know? (Well that one is pretty easy... Something that healed and soothed would never have come from Chance. His power would never be something so fucking altruistic. That was a heap of bullshit... But Chances power - hell, maybe Lady Luck had changed her mind last minute. Let him get fucking mauled by Tony the Tiger and then send him this arsehole - who just happened to be able to abracadabra all of that damage away).

"I am! I'm okay... It's... It's all gone!"

He manages to sound surprised (because he still kind of is at this little revelation). Maybe John Doe here isn't the big dog bad guy he likes to think he is. Not the tough cookie. Not the menacing monster...

...he's a fucking puppy.

To have a power like that? (Don't laugh - Jeyzuz Chance, don't fucking laugh).

Chance turns to the other seeming to acknowledge him fully for the first time - reaching out and gripping him by the shoulders - face to face, eye to eye and there's a low hiss of words.

"Oh... Hello again. Sorry, probably not the best spot to chat. We should go, in case that thing comes back. I don't know what just happened but I don't think either of us want to risk that happening again, yeah?"

And if Chance did get mauled again and big dog puppy face realised that it was him with the healing hands, he doubts he'd be quite as generous second time around. Plus, he's not exactly claiming it's him. He specifically said he 'didn't know'. So let the puppy chew that one over in his blank little brain another time.

"We're both lucky to be in one piece. I mean... One piece - again..."

Chance stands slowly - resisting the urge to spring to his feet - that surge of energy and adrenalin running fresh and fast and clean. Offering his hand to the other (because he's just that kind of nice guy).

"C'mon, c'mon. Allons-y! We can figure this shit out later. When we're away from things with claws and teeth." 

Adarsh’s heart was beating so heavily in his chest he couldn’t hear anything, but he was still surveying the scene as if he would hear the tiger-like creature appear again. As if he could hear it move through the forest waiting for advice guy to die and Adarsh to be its next prey. 

Meanwhile he was considering his options. 

He could drag him back, but given the wounds, he didn’t think the other would make it. The beach was far, and he wasn’t sure he knew in what direction, he could get lost, only drag them further into the forest. 

He could go and find help himself, leave him behind, run as fast as he could, find… the doctor who wasn’t a doctor. But that might still mean the other would bleed out. 

He could pick the worst possible option, show the other mercy, take him down before he would slowly succumb to his wounds. 

But in all three options, there was still the tiger to consider, it might come back, it might be waiting for him to move away. It might still kill him. 

There was no way out.

He felt tired, so tired, all the adrenaline must’ve seeped out of him by now, must’ve disappeared as worry settled in. Just when he could’ve used it. 

Suddenly the body he was keeping still lurched forward, and almost pushed him completely out of the way. But he still held firm to the bundle of clothes he was using to stop the bleeding. 

But it wasn’t necessary. 

There was no new blood. 

There were no wounds at all. 

He looked at the other in confusion. He did see it… or well, he didn’t see what he’d seen before. No more rib, no more gushing blood. 

His eyes were wide. 

First thought going through his mind was that all these fucking powers made no fucking sense. But on the other hand… he was glad that the other wasn’t dead. That he’d healed himself. At least that meant if the tiger attacked again they could maybe make it out. 

Though he hoped that it meant the other would use his body to protect his. 

“You’re… you’re alright,” he said, confused. He took his bundle of clothes back. “You’re healed… you were dying and you’ve healed.” Because it seemed impossible that he had done this. 

[atlasscrumpit]

So… yandere moon knight…

What if the reader has an abusive boyfriend and MK convince themselves that they need to kidnap her to save her from him (also maybe they unalive him in the process?) and they expect her to fight them a lot but she doesn’t because she’s so conditioned from her boyfriend?

(Idk yandere moon knight is such a guilty pleasure I never know how to ask abt it)

Surprised

It was just an average day and Jake was out getting a coffee.

He was behind a couple and couldn't help but listen in on what they were saying.

"Can I get something to eat?" You whispered as Jake looked at the side of your face, he noticed some bruising.

"No, you're getting a coffee just be fucking thankful for that." The man growled back as Jake narrowed his eyes.

"Okay, sorry." You muttered before you both went up to the counter, Jake noticed your boyfriend answered everything for you. Even if the question was directed at you.

Jake ordered his coffee and decided it was best if he sat near you and your boyfriend.

He sat in the booth next to yours so he could see you clearly.

Now that he saw your full face he was certain your boyfriend was abusive, his jaw clenched just thinking about it.

He listened to you talk for a bit before your boyfriend slammed his fist on the table making you jump and close your eyes.

It was so loud in the Cafe no one but Jake noticed.

You opened your eyes and looked back at Jake.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" Your boyfriend growled turning around to see Jake.

"Are you fucking serious?" He said turning back to you before getting up and dragging you out of the Cafe.

Jake waited for a moment before he followed behind you both.

"Jake, what are you doing?" Marc asked, appearing in the reflection of a window.

"I'm not letting her go. He's abusing her." Jake muttered as Marc looked at him with worry.

Jake explained who you were and what he had seen, it didn't take long for Marc to be on board.

"We can't just talk to her, he's manipulated her so much she wouldn't leave. We have to take her." Jake said still watching your boyfriend grip your upper arm roughly.

"Follow them, we'll come back tonight."

--

You sat on the floor, your usual injuries from your 'boyfriend.'

The window was open and you watched the curtains blow in the breeze.

You looked up to the crescent moon and sighed.

"Please." You whispered closing your eyes, silently praying that someone would come and save you.

And for the first time in your entire life your prayers were answered.

"Hello." You heard a voice say as you gasped and opened your eyes to see a man in white on your window sill.

"It's okay, you don't need to be afraid." He whispered as you stood up and backed away.

"Why are you here?" You whispered looking at him nervously.

"I know he hurts you a lot and I know you won't understand a lot of this. But I have to take you." He said stalking towards you as you sat still and nodded.

"Okay." You whispered as he stopped walking and looked at you in shock.

"You're not going to fight?" He asked as you looked away from him and shook your head.

"No..." You whispered as he slowly walked forward and reached forward holding your cheek.

"You're scared I'll hurt you." He said as you looked up at him and nodded.

"You don't ever have to worry about that again. Do me a favour, sweetheart. Just sit on the bed, block your ears and hum your favourite song. Can you do that for me, lovely?" He asked softly as you nodded.

"Okay, good girl. I'll be right back." He whispered whispered as you nodded and did as he said.

He smiled looking at you on the bed.

It was time to do what he came here to do.

--

You finished humming your song and opened your eyes to see him coming back into your room.

You unblocked your ears and looked up.

"Good girl, let's go, okay?" He said holding onto your hand and helping you up.

He picked you up and you instantly gripped onto him.

"Hold on tight."

--

You arrived back to a small apartment and he placed you down.

His suit retracted and you looked up at him.

"I'm Marc." He said smiling softly.

"I'm Y/N." You replied shyly as he chuckled.

"It's lovely to meet you." He said making you smile a little.

He already loved your smile.

--

Marc finally got you to sleep and he sat beside you looking at your bruised face.

"She's ours now." Jake whispered as Marc smiled and ran his hand through your hair.

You groaned and woke up, looking at Marc in fear.

"It's okay, you don't need to be scared, mi amor." He said, his accent changing half way through as you sat up.

"Marc?" You questioned as he chuckled.

"My name's Jake, sweetheart. It's myself, Marc and Steven. It's a lot to take in, I know, love." He said reaching forward to hold your face again.

"It's okay, I understand." You whispered making him smile.

"I knew you'd fit in perfectly." He said as your smile slowly fell.

"Did you kill him?" You whispered looking away from him.

He sighed and pulled his hand away.

"He was a monster, Y/N. He hurt you, a lot. We couldn't let him get away with that." He said as you nodded and brought your knees up to your chest.

"Did he ever show you affection?" Jake asked, you looked up at him and shook your head.

"Not really." You muttered sadly, Jake got into the bed beside you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

You slowly and cautiously leant into his side and relaxed.

"Let me show you affection, my sweet girl." He said as you cuddled into him and smiled.

[polaroidbills]

[12:47am]

best friends. that's all we ever were.

but i wanted more. i've been wanting more.

we met in first grade. i fell in freshman year. and now we've graduated.

when will you realize?

i fell.

you gave signals of all sorts. positive and negative.

does he like me or not?

i finally started accepting the fact that we were always and forever just friends. just best friends.

but then one day, you made all things crash.

how could you kiss me?

why would you kiss me?

were there any feelings?

august 1, 2020

he leaned closer. and closer. and closer. until the space was closed.

he was kissing me.

sim jaeyun. also known as jake. my best friend since first grade and my crush since freshman year is kissing me.

i kissed back. lips moving in sync with one another.

ring ring ring

we parted as jakes phone interrupted.

"hello?"

"hello, this is princeton university, is this sim jaeyun?"

"yes?" his fave lit up.

"we are excited to tell you that you've been accepted! in two weeks you will start your princeton journey! we're thrilled to meet you in person!"

the call ended.

"oh my god! i just got accepted at princeton!" he jumps and hugs me in excitement.

"oh my god congrats! that's your dream school! i'm so happy for you!"

our hug lasted so long. the longest it ever lasted.

"princeton is all the way in new jersey though, i won't get to see you," he frowns.

"it's okay we can call and text," i fake a smile hoping he doesn't notice.

"i promise we will stay in touch- oh shoot i'm late for practice! i have to go! i'll see you later!"

he kisses me one more time before leaving.

i watch him run out the door. the chimes twinkling as he opens and closes the door.

august 1, 2021

that was the last time i ever talked to him.

the last time we hugged.

the first and last time we kissed.

the last time we made eye contact.

the last time i ever even saw him.

i'm now starting my second year of university.

i study in the university of toronto.

i've tried asking everyone i knew that knew hyunjin about his whereabouts.

i've tried and tired. still no answer. i'm tired and restless

i just hope he's happy and okay.

there's never a day where i don't think about him.

it's been a year. i should've moved on by now.

but i haven't.

he completely ghosted me. disappeared.

after he promised to stay in touch with me.

not even a proper goodbye. no nothing.

just a "see you later!" but we never did see each other later.

how could you do that to me?

after everything we've been through?

i've felt empty and unalive ever since that day.

how could you kiss me and just leave? just like that.

13 years of friendship down the fucking drain. like it was nothing. like is was useless and unimportant.

was i not enough for you?

was there someone else?

could i have done something more to keep in tough?

i just want reassurance and closure.

is that too much to ask?

i've opened my heart for hyunjin. i've opened a door for him to walk through. but he didn't.

he turned the other way and left.

now i need to close that door. but how? with ntohing left from him?

"how am i supposed to close the door when i still need closure?"

[celestial-inkblots]

NaNo 2022 [Day 8]: Hello World!

Hello World!

That is what you're suppose to say the first time you post on a blog or website isn't it? Sounds silly.

Any how, let me explain...

Earlier this week I ventured into the great unknown of my first ever attempt at NaNoWrimo, and let me tell you its been a hell of a journey so far.

For starters, I'm a Plantser (a Plotter and Pantser for those who don't know) and yet I found myself without a single plotted detail and a killer head cold to boot. After two long days in bed, and my sweet boyfriend looking after me between naps, I finally sat down and started writing. Writing what? I had no clue, but the words came anyways.

I figured the best route to start venturing down without a plan (and being days behind) was to write into a niche that I frequently read, and was frequently annoyed by.

Why would I continue to read a niche I was constantly annoyed by? Well, to find the gems in the pile of crap of course. But that also gave me an idea. Could I write a novel (of at least 50,000K words) and come out with a story that held the gold I enjoyed of the genre and avoided the eye-roll-and-unalive-me-now sections that frequented many of the stories I've read.

Answer: Maybe?

Of course, my Plotter heart couldn't stay closed in forever. As the story began to flow so did the details for down the road and so on.

And as I kept writing I kept wanting to talk about my journey through NaNo. Sure I have a small TikTok with 1035 followers and growing (that I am very thankful for). And yes most of those people are BookTok and AuthorTok mutuals that would enjoy NaNo updates, but getting in front of a camera everyday to make an update just wasn't sitting right in my stomach.

Then I talked to my roommate. She loves reading and she loves to hear about my stories, and as we were talking I said something like, "I miss my blog."

What blog do I mean? Well my Max-Dan-Wiz blog of course. It was a sad day when that site was taken down and my fanfiction of the Maximum Ride era disappeared from the the internet. Or maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Who can really be sure?

But in the end what I got out of our long talk was that I did really, really, really missed my blog, and I was itching to log in and tell my little corner of the internet what I was doing. That led me back here to Tumblr after years of unuse.

I scrapped together a blog name, found a suitable theme that still needs personal editing and began my first post in over ten years for a writing blog of my very own again.

And now here you are reading that very post. Hello :)

In the end, I don't know if this blog will stay active very long, or even if it'll attract any followers like my Max-Dan-Wiz did, but its an outlet. An outlet that makes me feel good about sharing where my writing journey is right now. That's all I can ask for from the internet. So follow or don't follow. Like or don't like. But if you made it this far into my rant, thank you for reading.

[[More updates about my niche, nano 2022 project will be coming in another post soon. ]]

And once more for old times sake . . .

Be well my Mutants, and Fly On.

[highdwightofmylife]

Oh, um, hi! I saw the Quentin imagine you posted and I loved it so much! There aren't many of us Quentin fans out here, so any Quentin fans I can find I follow! If you don't have too many requests backed up, can I request the Demogorgon saving Quentin from freddy? And happy sleepy cuddles after? I think that demo wouldn't be so bad if someone was nice to it, and Quentin is the nicest boi. I need to feed my ANOES and Stranger things obsessions, and this basically kills 2 birds with one stone. Thanks so much for your time, have a great day!

Hello I love you quentin is my COMFORT CHARACTER I just look at him and feel a pang in my chest bc I can :))) relate to a lot of his tendencies :)))

Anyway my love I only write x reader stuff but I love quentin and never get to write for demopuppy either so I'm gonna do it, just gonna... slip a reader in there too a little bit

Quentin, Y/N, and their Weird Violent Demogorgan Pet

Honestly, Quentin has seen some weird shit. When he came to the fog and saw this fucking giant naked molerat ass looking creature? Barely surprised. Demo was just another killer that he had to contend with.

Killers can actually interact with survivors outside of trials. Can't harm them physically, but harassment? Sure. Freddy takes every chance he can get to fuck with Quentin. Won't let him have two minutes peace. Fortunely for Quentin, Demogorgan thinks Freddy looks like quite the meal. So imagine Demo diving on Freddy out of no where and Quentin's just lying on the floor like what the fuck

And when Freddy has disappeared, yknow, like he does, Demo and Quentin are left just. Looking at each other. And outside of trials, the Entity tends to quell the bloodlust and primitive emotions of her beasts to prevent unwanted casualties. So Demogorgan just vibes. Feral, wild. But not starving and not particularly wanting to unalive Quentin. Think of him like a black bear. Just roams the woods and does bear things but doesn't really pose that much of a threat to the survivors.

Quentin shakily thanks it. It just tilts it head. Start of a strange frienship.

Enter you.

You find Quentin sat alone in the woods. You think he's just vibing on his own, so you ask if you can join him. He happily let's you.

Maybe you're dating, maybe you're not, who knows. Up to you. But either way he likes you a lot and he forgets, for a moment, that you're probably going to be running away in a few moments. He just gets distracted because you're hear and he's happy to see you.

And then there's a loud roar and it all happens so fast. Next thing you know you're being pinned down by a hellbeast and Quentin is shrieking. You think this is the end for you, and are about to say your goodbyes to sweet sweet life, but...

"No! Down! Down, dog! Uh--- Woof! Fuck. Can you even understand- Puppy! Down!"

And Quentin manages to pull him away and you're sat there, dazed, staring at Quentin scratching the Demogorgan's stomach like an overgrown retriever.

Your first meeting with Demopuppy was traumatic, but could have went worse.

Fast forward.

Now, Demo has accepted you more as a friend. It's still very more attached to Quentin, but he will chill out by you and let you scratch him.

Demo likes the warmth that Quentin radiates, so often falls asleep on him. And then Quentin falls asleep holding onto this big ass monster.

Demo has fallen asleep in your lap too though! And whenever Quentin sees this he always gets this adorable little smile on his face.

You and Quentin can be snuggling and you just hear Demo making noise and he buries his face in your neck and sleepily tells you, "it's your turn to play with the dog".

You guys just gave a dog now that's it.

Every time Demogorgan kills Quentin or you in a trial, you both always get a little on edge around him when you're back outside. But... Demo doesn't realise this. He sees you both and immediately bounds over, and he gets sad when he doesn't understand why you're hesitant to pet him.

You have to stop him from eating bad things. He's like a shark. This thing will consume anything it can fit in its mouth. You find a numberplate from a truck in Gas Haven wedged in his mouth.

Imagine the horrifying feeling of watching Quentin, who's ENTIRE arm is in Demogorgan's mouth. You're worried he's gonna lose the arm but Quentin is just like "YOU GIVE THAT BACK THATS MINE YOU CANT EAT THAT" as if he's hasn't got his arm inside a demons throat

Look he's chaotic dog and you have to deal with it. Yall adopted the thing, this is on you.

Also if you kiss Quentin, Demogorgan usually starts trying to bite your foot. It could be in defence of his favourite human but it could also be because in his mind he's copying you who knows

[igotathingforvampires]

Marcus x F!Human Reader | A Tug of Fate | Wildest Dreams Taylor Swift Inspo Babble

TRIGGER WARNING: CANONICAL TALK OF WANTING TO UNALIVE DUE TO LOSS

CANON DIVERGENT: DIDYME IS NOT MURDERED BY ARO BUT KILLED IN RAID

It was a rather bleak day, granted every day was bleak if it was Marcus' opinion. He didn't need sleep, hadn't for the last six thousand years, though the last thousand had made him want to close his eyes and not wake up.

If he had his way-- which he wouldn't thank to his blasted-- loving-- albeit pushy brothers and sisters.

Marcus was of the mind that after living as long as he did, once you lost your anchor there was no point in one even being here. And ever since she was gone. Lost to him and the world in an array of violence and diamond dust ash. He hadn't had the ability to even fathom a world without her.

And so, he had trudged, along and quiet, alone and miserable, weighted by the thousands of years of killing, betrayal, ruling, and chaos. But the one thing that had been a constant was the sweetest voice in the world calling his name.

As he stared out at Volterra from his rooms, he exhaled an unneeded breath, it was utterly bleak-- truly so. How was he supposed to keep going, for what another thousand, maybe more if humans didn't obliterate them all with their nuclear nonsense.

Marcus leaned over and placed his head in his hands staring at his feet. There it was again that incessant tug that had been happening for the last three days, pulling out his window into the city.

A chain had formed and he had no concept as to where it would lead, this phantom taunting from his own gift. Ghosts of the past, perhaps he was finally losing it.

But then as he turned his head, a flash of a sound.

A bell like laugh followed by words of humor. "Come on, you can't even look in there? Awe! It's so beautiful! Hm...seems kinda familiar..."

The voice trails off-- and the jerk of the chain is painful.

The voice had sounded so disappointed.

Marcus glared at the silence outside his windows past the gardens he and his love had built to the wall where the voice taunted him. Beckoned him, called him like a sailor to the sea to drown his misery in waters of oblivion.

With more determination than he had in a millennia he strode into his closet and got ready in a flash.

---

---

Your hand traces the walls of the gigantic palace like structure, the stone feels-- hm, it's hard to place, in fact this entire place feels just-- familiar.

You had booked a trip out of sheer randomness, flinging a dart at the board and it had landed in Italy, bringing a bigger map you had flung another dart and here you were-- Volterra.

What were the odds that this place had been in your dreams?

No one knew, none of your tour group, none of the people who jostled you along because it was time to check out the plaza and shops.

"I wonder what was in there..." you mutter softly unaware of the eyes watching you carefully till you turn and see a shadow partially covered by a walkway, sunlight carefully filtering through the greenery and terracotta roofing. "Hello?" You call smiling at the tall figure. "Hi! uh sorry I don't speak Italian but are you needing anything?"

The shadow moves back a few steps. You frown, and shrug, "well okay! Bye-bye!" you wave and prance back to your group.

---

---

Marcus had paused, you were not what he was expecting. Watching you in a sun dress with the setting twilight of Volterra glittering off your bangles and sun kissed skin.

He knew you.

But did you know him?

He followed carefully, watching as your group circled the plaza and fountain. Your head turned and caught sight of him, and you froze. Blinking quickly as if to clear your head. "Hi there!" A beaming smile crossed your face, honey eyes gleaming. Oh he knew those eyes. It was impossible to miss the specks of brown and tawny spindles of circles that would glitter with happiness.

Not your red eyes...oh no...not yet...

But did you remember.... you were not who you were...you were a new person... not weighted down by the sorrows of the past, a second chance to a clean slate of happiness....was that the Gods designs?

Had you come back?

Marcus sees you step forward, "excuse me. Do you live here?"

I thought heaven can't help me now Nothing lasts forever....

But this is gonna take me down

----

----

Your stunned. He's utterly beautiful. A tragic beauty you think, Romanesque features, tall build and so utterly still like a Sentinal posted at the gates of eternity waiting-- what was he waiting for...

The man nods, "yes, I am." His voice is pitched deep enough to rattle in your ear drums, and strike something deep in your soul. You're confused for a moment.

"Oh! how lovely, it's a beautiful city! I was about to go to a tour of the--" you pointed at a lovely lady gathering people but he is suddenly right in front of you.

"That is not a good idea, I hear the tour is quite dull."

"Awe...but it's for the Palazzo..." you pout a bit, "is it really that dull?"

He's watching you, as if trying to figure something out, "that is actually where I work, would you like a private tour?"

You smirk, "You're not a serial killer are you?"

He bows, half at the waist, a elegant-- out of time-- movement as he offers you a hand, one that engulfs your hand entirely as it closes on your fingers. "You shall be in the best care cara mia."

You realize he's freezing, and something clicks, another thought that this feels all too familiar. Those onyx eyes, the soft smile on his lips, the light lingering in his gaze as he looks straight into your soul.

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I can see the end as it begins My one condition is...

Marcus has given you a tour of the entire Palazzo, hanging to keep the guard and you separated, and you away from the throne room away from the screams.

But as he comes to the garden he pauses. You're chattering away asking so many questions and tugging on his sleeve. He smiles at the happiness you have-- the bond is there, the same....the bond he had missed, but it's stronger, it's pure and it isn't weighted by the tainting of sorrow or the ever present torture of wanting to leave immortality.

He couldn't make you happy....you had been so bereft with immortality.

How were any of them to know?

But now? Marcus watched as you perused the gardens smiling at all the flowers. The setting sun sparking off auburn and black in your hair.

You glanced over your shoulder at him and smiled.

Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your wildest dreams

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"Can I ask you something?" you pause and glance at him.

"As I've said you may ask me anything and I shall answer it for you."

"You're going to think I'm crazy." You watch him pause, this mysterious guardian you've acquired. "D-do...do I know you?"

He raises a brow, but you can see it, the twitch of an emotion that is barely held in check.

"I... I feel like I do...and it's odd. I've never been here, I've never met you before but I--" you swallow feeling a deep welling of pain in your heart. "I missed you...." you don't understand and you feel tears clog your throat as you instinctively reach for him.

But he's caught your hand, a desperate, ecstatic look on his face. "I don't even know your name this time...." He whispers as he presses a cold kiss to your palm.

And his voice is a familiar sound Nothing lasts forever....

but this is getting good now

"it's y/n..." you whisper.

A wide smile. "....little one....Do you remember my name?"

You pause, and the answer floats up to your lips like bubbling champagne from a uncorked bottle.

Sweet, drunken, loving, everything, nothing, the world, and the universe wrapped up in heart strings of red.

"Marcus...."

Suddenly you're embraced, a cold kiss to your lips and the empty ache that had presided your whole life in your heart--

Was suddenly gone.