#marshes monsters wips

[nightsmarish]

How many drafts do u have?

Please pookie, feed us

THIRTTEEN, I THINK, ROUGHLY, HERES WHAT IM WORKING ON:

Moonwater

Reader pulled their hamstring

Gender neutral period comfort

Summer at Potter Manor

Sleepy reader

Different flavor of sleepy reader

Wolfstar

Cherry pt2

Starchaser

Reader gets headaches from the sun, James is the exception

Reader and reg are similar

Fics involving barty

Nerf gun draft 1

Nerf gun draft 2

Nerf gun draft 3

Zoom ball draft 1

Are we dating him? (Poly

Moonwaterkiller)

I SWEAR IM TRYING, IM WRITING AND THEN LOSE THE PLOT AND THEN START A NEW IDEA AND THE CYLCE CONTINUES

[laiqualaurelote]

tagged in WIP Wunday (I guess it's Wonday now?) by @dont-offend-the-bees! at the time I was in the rare position of having zero active WIPs but a few days later I was possessed by the singularly deranged idea of a BEOWULF AU hwæt up y'all it's time to Make Anglo-Saxons Gay Again

(with apologies to Maria Dahvana Headley)

Bruv, tell me we still know how to speak of heroes! In the old days, the bold days, everyone knew what real men were: a bloke could bootstrap his way out of a basement with no blazon to his blood, beat down every bench-brother who stepped up to bat, splinter-swing his way to glory till every mouth north and south of the whale-road carried his name. He rode hard, they’d say! He stayed thirsty! That was a man! That was a good man. “That’s all very well,” says the lord of the hall, “but who the hell are you?” Every head in the hall turns to look at the stranger in their midst, the lad with the borrowed sword and the burnished skin. His armour’s too big, his helm don’t fit right, yet there’s a history of violence tattooed in the scars on his knuckles. He grins like he’s got God’s candle gripped between his teeth. “The name’s Charles, son of Rowland, and the party don’t start till I walk in.” “He mocks us, my lord Simon!” comes the shout from the floor. “He makes light of our nightmare!” “Look, mate, everyone knows Hilarion Hall is cursed. They’re swapping stories up and down the swan-road about the horror that haunts you. You’ve got a monster, they say. Bit naff, innit? Bunch of strapping blokes like yourselves, cowed by some creature in the dark?” Hollering in the hall, hammering on mead-benches, hands on hilts. Lord Simon rises, raises a hand for silence.  “It is true we are plagued by a fiend out of hell, a marsh-marauder, an outcast exiled from the light of Heaven. The sound of God-fearing men raising their voices in revelry drives him into a devouring rage. He is monstrous to look upon, and his skin turns any blade. The man who brings me his head shall sit at my right hand, receive from me the rarest rings.” “Brills,” says Charles. “I’ll kill your monster.”

thanks for the tag Newt! I tag (with no pressure, and apologies for any double-tagging!) @wordsinhaled (who has Enabled me horribly), @dearheartdont, @likemmmcookies, @tumblerislovetumblerislife, @c-rowland, @linearao3, @leupagus, @justplainsalty, @eisoj5, and anyone else who might find sharing a bit of writing helpful in these present times.

[theboarsbride]

Introducing characters from my Gothic werewolf romance WIP THE BONES WE HAUNT.🦴🐺🎀

Janet "Jane" Sterling - The youngest daughter of American paleobotanist Dr. Samson Sterling, Jane sets herself apart from her elder, more musically- and artistically-inclined, sisters - as well as other girls - with her love for bombastic fashion, obnoxious colors, and her loud personality. But beneath the ditzy layers hides a curious girl with a love for bones, fossils, and beasts of ages past. But what point is there in expressing yourself for who you truly are after spending years crafting a facade? Her answer may be found when a reclusive Englishman enlists her help in appraising fossils found in his isolated, countryside estate - and she finds herself engaged in a fight for survival against a beast of the marshes.

Terence Hayes - A quiet English gentleman who may be hiding something more sinister beneath his skin. Much like Jane, Terence attempts (and often fails) to hide his heart beneath a gruff exterior in an effort to distance himself from a world he desires to be a part of. But there is something that draws him to the bubbly, curious Jane Sterling during a chance meeting, even when his sensibilities warn him against such affections. And with every night she is trapped on the grounds of his family's estate, the Drowning House, her presence threatens to undo him in more ways than one.

Mrs Lottie Foster - The diligent and well-mannered housekeeper of The Drowning House. She spends most of her days maintaining the House's immaculate cleanliness, and keeping family secrets hidden under lock and key...

The Beast - A monster from the marshes, the Beast of Wolf's Run. The beast is a figure of folklore feared by the residents of Wolf's Run, who fear nightfall and the monsters it summons from the surrounding marshlands. The longer Jane is trapped in the Wolf's Run marshes, the more the beast hungers for her blood.

[respheal]

WIP Wednesday

I was working on this Legend of Zelda post-TotK fanfic to get myself back into writing. It was workin for a bit, and I need to find the time spoons to finish it. I might just start posting it on Ao3 to see if engagement can maybe goad me into finishing it. It's post-totk and an excuse to dump some of my lore headcanons in a not-totally-expository way.

Elements include time travel, Majora's Mask and Hyrule Warriors shenaniganery, and Link being a traumatized little king. Also an OC of a sort.

Mid-story snippet after the cut (Progress: 6/10 chapters drafted):

The once-green fields and marshes of Blatchery Plain were covered in viscous red-black puddles. Like maggots on a corpse, Gloom-laden blin of all varieties crawled over the plain, more than Link had seen in years—in a century. Smoke, fire, and dust obscured their forms.

Captain Hoz and his squad had rushed to the plains as well, and they were already at the bridge, rushing towards the monsters with their weapons bared.

Darker shapes stirred in the heart of the plains, reflecting the evening light strangely—emitting their own light. Glowing purple lines traced their forms. One turned, revealing a bright blue eye.

Guardians.

Link choked. He fell off his horse and backed up against the mountain. He was certain the Guardian’s laser sight was already on him, despite the distance. Not again. Not again.

“Link!” Zelda yelled, snapping him out of it. “Please, we need your strength. Look at the Sword.”

Forcing himself to breathe, Link drew the Sword from her sheath. She was glowing, a cool white-blue light wisping around the blade.

The Sword only glowed in the presence of her enemy.

Link could taste Malice in the air, like copper and sulfur. But something else caught his attention, a dry feeling like the finest sand, a smell like frost.

“Do you feel that?” Zelda asked. “That’s time magic.”

Link’s jaw clenched. He was certain whatever was causing that would make itself known at an inconvenient time. He took the slate back, pulled out his paraglider, and wrenched it open with his hand and teeth. “I’m going down. Get to the big rock near the bridge and keep the river to your back. Stay near the roads no matter what.”

“We will. Be safe.”

“You too.”

Link launched himself off the cliff, holding the paraglider above his head. It yanked at his arm hard as it caught the wind, its shoulder brace—for his lost arm—dangling free in the wind. He couldn’t steer more than to adjust the angle downward with one arm, but it would have to do. The battle was ahead of him in all directions, after all.

[ghostlynimbus]

WIP List

Felt like posting an updated WIP List in anticipation of hopefully being up for working on fic again.

It's long lmao so going to put it under a read more.

Organized alphabetically by fandom, then ship, then working title. Feel free to ask questions if you want. <3

Dimensional Collision (C: It/ST, Multi)

Mass Relocation (C: It/ST, Multi)

Apocalypse AU (It, ?)

Roadtrip AU (It, ?)

Twilight AU (It, ?)

Party Fic (It, Multi)

Powers AU (It, Multi)

Soulpet AU (It, Multi)

Poly Losers' Christmas (It, Poly Losers)

The Many Boyfriends of Beverly Marsh (It, Poly Losers)

A Cup Full of Love (It, Richie/Eddie)

ASMR AU (It, Richie/Eddie)

Divorce Fic (It, Richie/Eddie)

Heatmatch (It, Richie/Eddie)

I Don't Know You Yet (It, Richie/Eddie)

Pack Fic (It, Richie/Eddie)

Single Father AU (It, Richie/Eddie)

Stripper Eddie (It, Richie/Eddie)

Transfemme Richie (It, Richie/Eddie)

Transmasc Richie (It, Richie/Eddie)

Universe Swap / One Sided ABO (It, Richie/Eddie)

What Are You Doing Step-Bro? (It, Richie/Eddie)

What The Fuck Is An Omega? (It, Richie/Eddie)

Wife Swap AU (It, Richie/Eddie)

All I Want (It, Stan/Richie/Eddie)

And They Were Both Subs (It, Stan/Richie/Eddie)

A Cinderella Story AU (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

A Place To Belong (Alpha Billy V.) (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

A Place To Belong (Omega Billy V.) (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

A Prince And His Knight (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Ace O! Billy (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Android Steve (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Away We Go AU (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

B&B AU (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Baby It's Cold Outside (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Billy with Food Issues (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Chrissy's Dog (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Cinderella AU (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Cinnamon Spice (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Courting the King (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Daycare Steve AU (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Discount Dog (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Fake Dating (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

fem!Steve (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Foster Siblings AU (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Ghost Barb (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Hawkins Home For Terminal Youth (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Hercules AU (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Hidden Hawkins (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Holiday at the Harrington's (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Homecooked (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

How To Build A Family (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

I Could Be The Father (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Incubus Steve (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

It's Not Gay To Enjoy A Blowjob (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

It's Not The Sky I'm Asking For (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Knot For Hire (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Love & Monsters AU (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Mermaid AU (Billy Version) (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Mermaid AU (Steve Version) (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

o!sw!Billy (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Older Brother AU (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Outpost AU (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Roadtrip AU (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Singer Billy AU (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Singer Steve AU (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Soulmate AU (Name Tattoos) (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Steve Gets Hurt (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Steve's Sisters (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Stranded AU (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Strip Club AU (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Synesthesia Billy (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Teacher Steve (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Teen Dad Steve (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

The Jacket (Smutty V.) (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

The Plan (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

The Spy Who Dumped Me AU (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Unaccompanied Minors (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

What Is Wrong With You, Pretty Boy (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Words Unspoken (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Your History On My Skin (Stranger Things, Billy/Steve)

Kind Of Feral A/B/O AU (Stranger Things, Chrissy/Eddie)

Omega/Omega Fic (Stranger Things, Chrissy/Eddie)

Rapunzel AU (Stranger Things, Chrissy/Eddie)

There's A Rumor Going 'Round (Stranger Things, Chrissy/Eddie)

Cozy Cunningharringroveson (Stranger Things, Eddie/Chrissy/Billy/Steve)

Party Games (Stranger Things, Eddie/Chrissy/Billy/Steve)

My Little Monster (Stranger Things, Max & Billy)

Beetlejuice AU (Stranger Things, Multi)

Breakfast Club AU (Stranger Things, Multi)

Camp Upside-Down (Stranger Things, Multi)

Dom/Sub AU (Stranger Things, Multi)

Faculty AU (Stranger Things, Multi)

Soulpet AU (Stranger Things, Multi)

Superhero AU (Stranger Things, Multi)

Supernatural AU (Stranger Things, Multi)

Wings AU (Stranger Things, Multi)

[skullboneandunown]

Midnight Sons profile : Man-Thing

Name: Theodore 'Ted' Sallis/ Man-Thing

Age: unkown (presumably mid-late 40s)

Species: human(formally) human-pokemon hybrid

Last known location: the marshlands of the Sinnoh region

Once upon a time, Theodore was a biochemist from Unova who was trying to create a serum that could speed up the growth of plants in dry, arid areas and areas at risk of deforestation. After several years, his research and testing hit a roadblock, being unable to fund his endeavors lead to him turning to desperation and reaching out to organizations that could potentially fund his research. One such organization was Team Rocket. They themselves were seeking to create a supersoldier serum in order for them to stake their claim as a global threat. Seeing potential for the serum Sallis was making for a hybrid supersoldier, Team Rocket accepted his plea for funding on the condition he relocate to the Sinnoh region under the assumption of his isolation would help him work in peace. While suspicious of the relocation, Theodore began resuming research nonetheless into his serum. He began splicing the dna of grass and poison type pokemon into the serum in hopes of creating plants that could adapt to any environmental factors on the fly, and after a few years, he successfully creates the serum he sought.

However, he overheard some of his benefactors talking about the true reason behind his research, and began burning all his papers, destroying any trace to keep them from abusing it for their own gain. He flees into the marsh with the only vial of his serum, his former employers chasing him down to reclaim the fruits of his labor. Having no other choice, he injects himself with the serum before hw was shot and falls into the marsh. Sinking into the waters, his body begins to change. He absorbed the plant matter from around him, and emerging from the water as a seven foot tall green monster. Man-Thing.

Unlike most versions of Man-Thing across the multiverse, this version maintains his humanity in his mutated form. Boasting superhuman strength, stamina and durability, he easily dispatched his pursuers, before disappearing into the marsh, becoming something of a local cryptid to the people of Sinnoh.

As a result of his mutation, Man-Thing has the capability of using many, if not all grass and poison type moves such as vine wip, leaf blade, frenzy plant, toxic, etc. Despite his frightening visage, Theodore is surprisingly a kind, gentle soul. At first he hated his appearance, but over time coming to terms with his new life, finding peace with the fact that he can influence plants to grow by simply willing them to.

[oliverferrie]

Ohh sign me tf up, especially if Lord Satoyev comes with a nuckleavee or draug in tow, seaweed and seafoam spitting from their lips :O Seriously, despite the flooding and the monsters and the risk, I would be absolutely thrilled!

As for me, it's not a WIP but a portal into Sugar People would undoubtedly open up directly into the tabletop campaign the main characters play - a fun, eldritch little thing called The Secret of Blackwater Marsh - and oh boy.

It doesn't really matter where the portal occurs, because what is important is this: you would open the door to your own home, ready to face the day, and instead you would meet a man. He's taller than you, with long auburn hair and eyes that sparkle intensely as he takes you in. His curious, amused grin only grows wider as he says, slowly, 'You look awfully familiar.' It will catch you so off-guard that you will simply stand there, thinking, strange, I was just thinking the same about you.

'My name is Elijah. Please, walk with me. I find myself in a most unusual position, and I suppose, so do you.' He tips his hat, and it will be at this point that you realise he's wearing rather strange clothes. Flamboyant, if a little thrift-store. There is some kind of stringed instrument slung over his shoulder, and you may wonder if he's a busker of some kind. But there's a strange smell in the air, a little like ozone, and a prickling sensation creeps up your spine. 'Help me make sense of this mess, won't you?' His words are buttery. You accept his hand.

He will walk with you, down your very own street, out into the world, and with each step the surroundings will grow more strange, more alien. Any semblance of an urban setting - concrete, brick, street lights - becomes completely replaced by moss, long grass, twisted tree trunks. You will only realise that it's not a dream when your shoes become completely waterlogged with dark, muddy bog water.

You might ask what is happening. Elijah will shush you with a gentle finger to his lips, a touch to your shoulder. He will look for all the world like he is anxious, as his body slows to a gentle stop.

Somewhere out in the fog, in the depths of this strange world that has inexplicably spilled out into your own, you sense movement. A tall shadow, shifting. You will sense it at the same moment as it senses you. A suggestion of horns like bracken, of a cracked-wide smile, of a mouth waiting to feed.

If you wish to know why this man has brought you here, it is probably too late to ask.

You guys seemed to like the last time I did this, so let's try another!

Say a portal from the world of your WIP just opened up on Earth; what is coming out of there? An eldritch horror? A spaceship? That pesky familiar, who you know, has no business being outside? Maybe a friendly woodland creature or a cute little robot? Or something more dangerous, like a giant or an enraged orc! Share in the reblogs or comments! I'll start 💙

The first thing coming through from Oepus is a TON of seawater. Despite being an Earth-like planet, it is more water than anything else. Now, seawater sounds benign enough, except Oepus' waters are known as the domain of Satoyev, Lord of Krakens. Perhaps he himself would come through with his loyal subjects, sirens, medusas, and sea witches in tow. 🐙

[theoneeyedwriter]

this is a reminder, PSA, reassurance etc etc for anybody who is second guessing their plot.

just because you are writing a book that contains:

a school for magic users

witches, wizards, magical folk

a summer camp (or just camp)

gods/goddesses (Greek Norse etc etc)

people who control the elements

people who hunt demons and other supernatural creatures

people in a dystopian society who break away from the government

people who live in a weird paranormal town

a horror/mystery with terrifying supernatural creatures

a main character who is not female

a main character with dead or missing parents

a character who lives with an abusive parent, family member, or guardian

does not mean it is:

a rip off harry potter (you could probably do better than rowling anyway)

popular and already seen a thousand times

copying Camp Half-Blood or the Parent Trap

a badly written Percy Jackson

an avatar knock off

stolen from the plot of supernatural or shadow hunters

basic, unrealistic, overused

taken from Tim Burton movies or Gravity Falls

trying to be Stephen King or Dean Koontz

sexist, anti-women

stereotypical, a sympathy trap, a typical sob story

inappropriate for younger audiences, a knock version of the Dursley’s or Al Marsh

but it does make it:

magical, a new glimpse at a new magical world, most likely 500x better than rowling’s

witches, wizards and magic folk will never go out of style. magic is so fucking cool and has so much potential for new and different plots, characters etc

fun!! who doesn’t love summer camps in books?? au’s? actual plot settings?? summer camp settings are amazing, top notch, just *chefs kiss*

i mean, we all love loki, so why not give us stories about his kids?? not necessarily fan fic, but seriously, ancient gods and goddesses are so dope and really deserve more modern books written about them.

not used often, and so cool to see societies built around the elements! i don’t think we’ve gotten enough content of different worlds that have powers withdrawn from elements, it’s such a cool and untouched area of magic!!

never overused. i could read books about supernatural creature hunters for the rest of my life. you can make your own creatures!! and add cool human-monster hybrids. god, the possibilities are limitless

weird paranormal towns are just the best. who doesn’t love weird, run down, and low populated towns with a complex supernatural backstory that revolves is crazy shit happening all the time?? if you don’t, you have no taste. sorry but, i don’t make the rules. paranormal small towns always have been and always will be the shit so please keep writing more

BE THE NEXT BIG HORROR WRITER. horror is such a complex genre to write and i honestly admire everyone who can write horror. i don’t think there’s nearly enough horror content coming out these days. give me more, MORE. nothing in that genre is overrated, write about vampires for all i care, sure it’s been done a thousand times, but with your own twist added, you can make something never seen before

i am a female. i dont get offended by main character being anything but. yes, there are far more male mcs than female, (in more popular modern literature) (and don’t get me started about the unrepresentation for non-binary, gender fluid, trans etc in literature. i will never stop ranting about it) but that doesn’t mean not making your mc female a crime.

dead parents are a common way of portraying a mc’s loneliness, lack of affection, lack of restraint, lack of a good parental figure. but, it can also be a good way to represent other things like their relationship with and other family member/guardian, that you’re parental figure doesn’t need to be a blood related parent. honestly, keep the dead parents trope comin, those kids are always awesome anyway

extremely realistic. not everyone has a perfect home life, and it’s important to see that in literature as well. who knows, if your mc escapes their abusive guardian, friend, significant other, it opens up the possibility to helping other in similar situations.

and most important of all, every single wip out there is:

unique

amazing

special

appreciated

awesome

dope as fuck

deserving of awards, praise, and popularity

not to be given up on

important

different

unlike anything else

loved, wanted, and needed

please don’t give up on your wip. it’s all of the above, and really deserves to see the light of being completed, ravished, praised, appreciated. someone out there will love it, i’m sure of that. so keep creating, keep being awesome, and keep fucking writing. :)

[straysinfiltrator]

Open Wounds

[Spoilers for Thronebreaker]

This is a wip fragment for a future fic meant as a continuation to A Dangerous Road. Meve has sent Reynard away in Angren and she is aware that he is trailing her army but she's not ready to take him back yet.

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Reynard longed to rush to his men's aid when he heard Meve’s commands in the distance, but he knew he would merely cause chaos if he appeared among them unexpectedly; so he fought alone against the horrifying beasts that rose up from the depths, and tried not to imagine what facing Gernichora itself must have been like.

Finally he smelled smoke and saw the flames from the monster’s funeral pyre, and knew that his troops had prevailed. The marsh waters were red in the aftermath, and an awful silence descended on the swamp.

He told himself, as he wiped bloody gore off his sword, that the queen must have survived the fight unharmed. He repeated it in his mind many times over, then tormented himself with the thought that she was injured or worse, and finally settled on accepting blame for not knowing. It was his fault alone that he had lost any right to find out if she was even alive.

He didn’t bother removing his armor for the night, for he doubted that he could sleep. He was about to settle down when he heard a sound behind him. He sprang to his feet and spun around, then froze.

His queen stood but a few paces away. She looked otherworldly in the moonlight, her hair almost white, her skin ashen like some specter’s. He wondered if he was dreaming; or perhaps some creature of Ysgith had pulled Meve’s image out of his head and used it as a guise to disarm him. Gods, let her be real…

He looked at her closely, took in her blue eyes bright with moisture, her braid almost undone, golden hair brushing against her face. She wore her usual traveling outfit, but not her gloves and cape, and carried only her dagger for protection, as if she had left camp absentmindedly. The details were all in place, but it was the look in her eyes—determination and pride hinting at deeper emotions concealed—that proved her to be truly his queen.

Reynard stepped forward and dropped to one knee. Custom held that he should have bowed his head, but he had to look at her, couldn't bear to look away, not when he might never be allowed to see her again.

“Your Grace, I—” he began, but she placed a slender finger on his lips to silence him. A shiver went through his entire body at the unexpected contact. He made himself go very still.

“I’m not here,” she whispered, so low he barely heard her. “They don’t know. I just had to see for myself, had to know if you were…” safe. Over the pounding of his heart, Reynard couldn’t tell if she had actually spoken the word or if his mind supplied it. Slowly, so slowly, he felt her finger move to his cheek, her hand brushing against his skin so lightly he couldn't believe it was real.

He closed his eyes and leaned helplessly into the touch. It was heaven in the midst of this godsforsaken land, a brief reprieve after weeks of endless pain, and he yearned for it with a despair that threatened his sanity. He could have wept at the loss when she withdrew.

He dropped his gaze now, unable to face those piercing eyes. He wanted to throw himself at her feet, wanted to beg for forgiveness until he lost his voice. His chest felt so heavy he wondered if he could speak at all.

“Majesty…” he managed, his voice breaking. “Please…”

“I know, Reynard.” Her voice was stronger now. “I know. But I need time to—heal the wound where you stabbed me. Or at least let it crust over, enough so I can bear you near.”

Her words cut through him like a blade. He had thought that being banished from her presence was unbearable already, but to contemplate that he had hurt her, that she still suffered from the pain he had inflicted… Oh Melitele, have mercy.

He heard her footsteps as she left. He couldn't move for a long while. Finally he made himself remember her request for time. Surely he owed her that much: to keep himself alive for her, whatever she might ultimately decide.

And she had come to find him out of concern for his safety. He turned that fact over in his mind, knew he would cherish it like a gift, a single point of light in the wretched, unending darkness. As long as he had that, as long as he could remember her face, he would keep on fighting.

[vorish-musing]

Risky Business (IT Chapter Two)

Summary: Eddie is a monster hunter, he’s called back to his hometown, there's another man eating monster, he just never realized how fucked this job could be.

Warnings: this story contains soft, safe, G/t vore. if you do not like this, I suggest not reading. this is also not a story for the faint of heart, there is (not super graphic) moments of fatal/hard vore, digestion mention (does not occur), fearplay, and the usual cussing warning.  

Hi guys! its been so long! I’ll be honest, i was not planning on posting this, since this was a WIP discarded back in march, but while watching the movie again, I realized I needed to finish this, I really hope y’all like it!

NSFW DO NOT INTERACT

Risk analysis? Was that Job invented before fun?

Well, it Depends on what you call ‘fun’

For Eddie Kaspbrak, risk analysis is fun.

He couldn’t remember much of his past, all that he knew was that monsters existed, the ones that hid under your bed, the ones that prey in the night, he didn’t know how he discovered this for the longest time, he just... knew.

He knew he had to have encountered a monster at one point, but he just couldn't remember when.

His first instinct was to kill these monsters, though after further consideration of how the ethics of that worked, plus the morality of him being the judge, jury and executioner was pretty skewed. He decided to analyze these creatures, at least the ones he found. Witches, Vampires, werewolves, ghosts.

So yeah, he was a Risk Analysis, he analyzed creatures that we’re a risk to human kind.

And yes, it was Fun.

Being a part of a small group of people who knew these monster movie critters existed was something he wished he could brag about.

Though everything changed when he got that call from Mike Hanlon, Begging him to come back to Derry to fight that clown. That damned clown.

His memories flooded back, the childhood trauma of that summer, 1989, when everyone they knew started turning up missing, really they were dead, nothing more than food to the demon living in the sewers

It was then, fighting that demon, when he realized that analyzing these monsters wasn’t enough anymore.

They were not a risk, they were a threat.

Once he got back to his home in new york, he began his own business, he tried finding his way into different circles, ones he never thought existed, multiple people with stories of slaying beasts of all shapes and sizes, and he was now one of them.

He got a second phone, one he could use for his side job, he went under an alias, Richie Marsh. Not creative, a little embarrassing,  but it worked.

He would get calls almost daily, he made pretty good money, but he had one rule, only kill if it had harmed first. He always turned the monsters who had done no wrong away, allowed him to get some sleep at night, knowing that he was saving others lives while doing this.

Hell, the first time he met a vampire, the dude just chilled alone in a cabin in the woods. Not bothering anybody.

He began making a name for himself in the business and it had only been a year, it was impressive to all about his knowledge, how much he knew about these creatures, how fearless he could be.

Up to this day, he scribbled down notes about the varying creatures he saw and met. Sitting in his living room, the constant scritch of his pencil was interrupted by a ringing from his pocket.

He took his ‘work’ phone out of his jeans, putting the device to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Is this Richie Marsh?” A familiar voice was heard on the other end, but he couldn’t quite place it.

Eddie ran a hand through his hair, thankful his phone had a voice modifier, just in case he actually knew the person on the other line.. Even though chances of that were slim to none. “Depends who’s asking”

with one hand, he took a sip of water in a glass, while with the other he opened a new page in his notebook, ready to write down this stranger's name.

“My name is Mike Hanlon, I was given this number by a friend, he told me you could help me”

Slim to none huh?

Eddie coughed up the drink back into his cup,“M-Mike Hanlon?”

“Uh...yes, I...I need your help”

Eddie scribbled down the name very quickly, though nothing in the world could make him forget it. “with what? What's going on?” he felt his heart racing, he didn’t want any of his friends to know what kind of danger he was putting himself into, he didn’t want them to know, or even try it themselves.

“Well… I live in Derry, Maine. There was a curse in this town...right? A monster, it killed a lot of people, but me and my friends… we stopped it.” Mike's voice sounded nervous.

“I...see…” Eddie’s voice wavered, hoping that this wouldn’t be another call back to defeat a killer clown “if you stopped it, why are you calling?”

“Because people are going missing again, but I know it's not what we fought, it's something else, nothing is being left behind, they’re just...vanishing.”

Eddie scribbled a few words down, his throat getting dry as he began to sweat nervously “okay...what's the age range of the missing persons?”

Please don't be kids….please don’t be kids.

“All adults, the other creature went for children, and those killings lasted for a year at least. This happens every few weeks, from my calculations, it's once every 3 weeks, and if I'm right, they're supposed to be here by Friday, they start hunting at night.”

Eddie couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as he wrote what mike was saying down, opening his laptop and began booking a flight for Friday afternoon “okay, got it. have you seen this creature.”

There was an awkward pause, before Mike answered, almost embarrassed, “No.”

“Then how do you know all of this?” He wanted to believe Mike was reading too much into things, that Derry wasn’t being terrorized with another monster.

“Because one of the missing people has come back, and she came to me-- I’m somewhat of a Private eye in this town” Eddie smiled--good for him, making a name for himself in Derry.

“I talked with this one lady, she told me that she didn’t remember much, but whatever was out there, her two friends were killed, she didn’t tell me how they died, or even how she escaped...she just woke up..”

Eddie scribbled some more “do you know how many there are?”

“No. but I believe there's more than one, if you come in the next few days we can meet up and-”

Eddie shot up out of his seat “NO!” he heard mike go silent, before adding “uh...no...i’d rather uh...keep my face a secret”

Mike let out a laugh “of course, of course. We will have to talk more though, I have many notes and things that I’ve observed-”

‘Text me them, I have to go”

“But-”

Eddie hung up before he could hear the rest of that sentence, falling back into his seat. He put both hands on his face and sighed loudly.

He had to go back to Derry, and he had to avoid seeing Mike there too. He let out a groan, sitting up and finishing the booking process, it was only two days away, but that gave him enough time to pack everything he needed.

Those two days went by very fast. Mike tried to pay, but Eddie insisted it be free, not wanting to take money from his friend. Next thing he knew, he was on a plane to Derry, a rental car waiting for him and another traumatic nostalgia trip was in his future.

Once the plane landed, he quickly made his way through the airport, wearing a baseball cap in a poor attempt to hide his face. He got into his rental car, driving as fast as he (legally) could on the roads to his hotel room, texting Mike that he had landed, and was going to scope out the locations where Mike had claimed the creatures were.

As he drove through the streets, he began noticing the missing persons signs, it reminded him of when he was young, and there were people he knew going missing. He shook his head. Whatever those creatures were, He was sure he would stop it.

He parked his car in front of the hotel, getting a room key and making his way up with his bags. He used to be very particular where he stayed, but as the months went on with this job, he would just take what he could get.

As he settled in, he got another call from Mike.

“If you need any help, I’m no stranger to killing monsters, just give me a call” Mike sounded worried, but it also sounded like he wanted Eddie to say yes to him coming along, but the man couldn’t bring himself to ask.

“I’m fine Mr. Hanlon. Thank you.”

“Okay, most of the missing persons were last seen around the woods, be careful, the trees go on and on, outside of the town and basically into the next, which is an hour away when Driving” Mike explained a few more things about the town, which of course, Eddie already knew about.

After speaking for a few more minutes about the plan, Eddie hung up the phone, it felt so awkward to be speaking to him under his alias, it was the most disconnected he had ever felt while on the job.

Once he gets all of his hunting gear in order, he puts it under the bed, just in case housekeeping decides to come in, and promptly leaves the room.

If he had to be here for the next day or so, he could at least go out and get some food.

As he walked down the streets of Derry, he made sure wherever he would go, nobody was following, and that nobody who knew him could recognize him.

He soon settled on a cafe near the hotel, walking into the establishment and ordering coffee with a BUNCH of espresso shots inside, after all, he needed all the energy he could get. He was usually much more healthy, but on jobs, he needed as much caffeine as humanly possible.

Sitting at an empty booth in the cafe, he took his journal out, scribbling a few notes down, his plan, he never really needed a plan, but it was nice to have one. He was sure this was a simple case that would be solved in less than an hour, so he didn’t pay much mind to it.

The barista comes to his table, setting his cup of pure caffeine down. Before she could leave, Eddie pulled out a $20 bill out of his wallet, giving it to her

“Save up every cent, get out of this town, it’ll be good for you” she gave him a confused look, like she was expecting him to pull it away as a joke, but with a look in his eyes, she took the money.

The barista smiled, her eyes bright and much more charismatic than his, “thank you sir.” she pocketed the money in her apron “ and that's the plan, as soon as I have enough money, I’m leaving this hell hole--just me and my shitty van. all the way to broadway”

He nodded as she walked away. He took a sip of his bitter drink, going over his notes a few more times--now should I ambush or wait--

“Eddie?”

His heart stopped dead as he snapped his head up, hearing his name, slamming the book closed.

His eyes met Richie's, who seemed equally as shocked to see him there. They stared at each other for a few moments.

W...why is he here?! He...he can’t be here now...what the fuck?

There was something off in Richie's overall appearance, he looked very sick, malnourished, hunched over and wearing clothes that looked like they hadn’t been washed in weeks, his eyes looked like he was coming straight from the morgue.

Though his face was one of shock and confusion as to why Eddie was in Derry that night, Eddie was almost disappointed Richie was not happy to see him there.

“Holy shit trashmouth” Eddie sat up straight “What the hell are you doing here?” He motioned for Richie to sit down, which the man obliged to very quickly.

“Just passing through, I have to get down to uh… Ludlow, Maine.” to this, Eddie was confused, it sounded like Richie was making things up on the spot “I uh...got a show down there, w-what are you doing in Derry?”

He knew when Richie was lying, he always knew, he never told Richie this, but since they grew up together, he watched the mannerisms he had when lying, and could always tell ever since.

But that's because he didn’t want to look stupid, believing what Richie said. Definitely not because he liked to watch the man, and DEFINITELY not because he admired him for lying with so much ease.

Definitely not.

Eddie nodded, taking a sip of coffee “Just uh…” he quickly thought of a lie, “Visiting Mike, I wanted to surprise him, plus, wanted to get away from New York for a while”

“Interesting.” Richie’s eyes fell to the journal Eddie was desperately trying to keep hidden “Aw, does Eddie have a diary?”

Eddie let his face falter a bit, showing off his worry, pulling his journal “its it’s for work, asshat” he narrowed his eyes.

Richie, one who usually would keep poking at Eddie, slumped back a bit “Well, I gotta get going, Nice seeing you around.” he stood up, ready to walk away.

“Wait, come on.” Eddie looked up at the man, extremely confused “are you okay, man? If I'm honest, you look like shit.”

“Yeah i'm...fine.I just gotta get some...thing to eat” Richie eyed him up and down slowly, before exiting the building without another word.

Eddie just stared at the door as Richie walked away, well, not really walking, he was pretty much stumbling away.

Though as he left, the two men from before waved at Richie, like they knew him...probably just fans, Eddie couldn’t afford to read too much into things.

He shook his head, taking another sip of his coffee and reopening his book once again, Richie was probably drunk, and there was no surprise there. Eddie noticed how much Richie would drink last time they met, and this behavior didn’t surprise him.

But it was strange.

He quickly finished up his cup of coffee, placing his cup at the edge of the table, another waitress quickly coming to pick it up as he left the coffee shop, holding onto his journal tightly as he walked through Derry.

He checked his phone, a few missed messages from Mike, sharing a few more of his findings, but Eddie couldn’t bother to read them, his mind was only on Richie.

Why was he lying? What was he doing here? Questions whizzed around his head. Did Richie know something? Did Mike call him too?

Eddie sighed, he better get back to his hotel room, no use thinking about it now. He had a task at hand, and he had to get ready in the next few hours.

And that he did.

He was prepared for everything, he had a few guesses to what the monster was, a werewolf, a demon? but nothing really fit perfectly. demons kill people, but it's not like they would let people escape. Werewolves fit better, you could escape one, but they were not very...cleanly with their kills.

Whatever it was, it was going to be killed, no matter how many there were.

An alarm went off in his phone, letting the man know it was time to leave, get to the woods and start investigating.

He grabbed his bag, filled to the brim with gear, and headed out the door, texting Mike that he was headed out, and that the man needed to refrain from further messages, until Eddie had texted first of course.

He placed his phone back into his pocket, swiftly leaving the building. It was only a twenty minute walk to the forest, but if it felt like forever, his body felt shaky, like he should just turn around.

He never felt like this before, he chalked it up to nerves, with being back in Derry. Something in him still believed it could be IT, but he knew that wasn’t the case. If it was, ‘Richie Marsh’ wouldn’t be out, it would be the losers.

Before he even knew it, he was in the woods, walking down a manmade concrete pathway, exactly where Mike told him to go, trees making it seem like he was walking through a hedge maze.

As he walked down the path, it seemed to get more and more confusing, like he couldn’t even remember where he was going, but thinking it was nerves, he kept going.

His heart stopped as he heard a woman's scream break the cold silence of the night, the sound of heels clicking on the concrete coming closer and closer.

As quick as he could, he bolted towards the sound of the woman, following her voice. He carefully took out a  gun from his bag as he ran down the pathway, his finger on the trigger.

Soon enough, a woman came into his field of vision, she was wearing a black apron, a dirty white shirt caked in blood, and a tattered pair of shorts.

it was the Barista from the coffee shop, She waved her arms wildly as she ran towards him, stumbling around like an animal.

“Please! Please help me! He’s gonna kill me!”

Eddie placed the gun back into his bag, putting it on his back and grabbing onto her as she ran into him.

Her makeup was running down her face, blood all over her skin, her hair was a mess, what once was a perfect simple bun, was now tangled with branches and all kinds of dirt in it.

“Ma’am calm down its okay we just-”

“No you don't understand! We can’t stay here we have to run!” She whisper-yelled at him, grabbing his arm and pulling him into the trees, straying from the pathway. “If they find us they’ll kill us!” she pulled him into a ditch, her breath shaky and tears flooding down her face.

“Okay… Okay take a deep breath, what the hell happened?” Eddie reached into his bag, grabbing his first-aid kit, ready to seal up any wound on her.

She took deep breaths, holding onto her arms as she shivered “these two guys, he… came into the cafe I work in, He was so nice” she let out a laugh, sniffling a sob. “I was so stupid, he asked me and my coworker out, and we said yes, it was supposed to be a walk in the woods, a nice walk… “

“Where’s your coworker now?” Eddie pulled out a cloth to wipe her off with, before he could give it to her, she began sobbing.

“The man…the thing! It ate her!” she said through her sobs. “While we were walking, they… they began saying weird things, like ‘dinner is ready' we didnt know what they meant! They meant us! This man came out of the woods, i called out to him, he just looked away, I think he was one of them.”

As she spoke, he watered down the cloth, giving it to her. “he...ate her?”

She sighed, wiping her face with the cloth, “this is going to sound crazy…”  she hesitated, sniffling again as she looked at him.

“I deal with crazy almost 3 times a week, this is why I’m here, you’re gonna be okay, this is my job.”

She nodded nervously “there was another man there, he was in the trees, before we could even say anything, all three of them...grew..into giants...and… my coworkers date...he picked her up and…”

She suddenly fell into a crying fit once more, falling into eddies lap, he rubbed her back, trying to console her.

“He… he bit her in half!” she screamed through sobs. “I got away, the one in the trees just watched me, who knows how close he is.”

He felt sick as she cried, and Eddie looked away from her… this wasn’t what he expected, no wonder nothing was making sense, there was nobody, because they would eat it.

He was about to say something, as they heard the sound of leaves crunching and branches breaking. “It's not my fault you lost the bitch”

The girl froze, her cries stopping out of fear, she covered her mouth. She shared a terrified look with Eddie, who shared the same look.

“Well it's not mine either, I was in the middle of eating!” the man sounded so nonchalant when talking about murder, but then again, most monsters weren’t remorseful.

“Will both of you shut the fuck up and just get on with it?” the voice sounded eerily familiar, but he couldn’t concentrate on it now.

The three men kept bickering, and the barista nodded to eddie, pointing to the other side of the ditch, mouthing the word “run”

He shook his head wildly, mouthing the word “no” over and over, if she did this, she would be dead.

Either she thought it would work, or she didn’t care if she died, but she ran up the side of the ditch, then began dashing through the woods once again, ignoring Eddie's silent pleas not to.

Instantly two out of the three men yelled, and began running as well, though their footsteps began getting louder and louder, Eddie shrunk back, trying to hide as best as he could.

He watched in horror as one of the giants walked over the ditch, which took them only one step, right above him, then another, then another, it was too dark to get a good look at any of them from his disadvantaged point.

But luckily, with all the noise they were making, he was able to run to the other side of the ditch, running up and hiding behind a large tree, digging through his bag, the best luck he would’ve had with killing these things, was his machete, thanking god that he actually brought it.

Eddie held it tightly to his chest, slowly turning to see what was happening.

“Let me go!” the Barista screamed as she was picked up by the giant, flailing around in his grip.

“Oh I’ll let you go alright,”

She gave him a strange look, before returning to her screams as he lifted her up over his head, his mouth agape.

“I’ll let you go now”

Eddie turned back behind the tree, hearing her screams as she was dropped into the giant's mouth, he wasn’t looking, but his mind pictured it. He felt sick to his stomach, anger bubbling up inside of him

He heard the screams of the woman suddenly stop, and a silence filled the air. Eddie knew what this meant, he felt like he was ready to vomit, his stomach twisting in knots

“Y’know you don't have to drag it out.”

“What? You’re just mad because you got jack shit, maybe you shouldn’t be so picky”

Eddie listened to the three bickers, waiting for the right time to move from tree to tree, making sure they couldn’t see him as he got closer.

In his head he knew this was a bad idea, that he was going to get caught, but this was the first time he had ever actually met a victim, he talked with her, even if it was brief, it pushed him more than anything else did, this wasn’t about money, for the sake of the town, no…

It was for Her.

He took a deep breath as he prepared to move to another tree, planning to climb it and attack in a much better position.

“Ah! I thought I heard something!” Eddie froze, hearing a booming voice behind him.

He. was. Fucked.

He instantly spun around, waving the machete up, he heard the giant let out a yell as the blade bit into its hand, which was about to grab eddie.

shitshitshit

Eddie backed up a bit, before taking off in a run, but it didn’t help, another came barreling in.. barrelling in Eddie's eyes, it was pretty much just a few steps for the giant, the last one just hung out in the back, basically ignoring the interaction.

Eddie prepared to swing again, but the giant in front of him didn’t move, just smirked, catching Eddie off guard, allowing the one behind him to snatch him up.

“Shit!” Eddie yelled as the sneak attack made him drop the machete on the ground.

“You little fucker…” the giant lifted him off the ground at a speed that made Eddie sick, never in his life had he wanted to be on the ground more than he was now, the cold wind made him cringe as he was face to face with the Giant.

Surprisingly, the man looked fairly normal, he wore a plain blue shirt with some black jeans, nothing like any fairy tale would describe it.

His eyes were damn near murderous, he held up his other hand ‘look what you fucking did.” Eddie struggled in the giant's grip, which only made the man laugh, “what? Little hunter doesn’t know what to say?”

Eddie sputtered a bit, how did they know he was a hunter?

“Looks like you got dinner after all, huh Rich?”

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

Rich...Rich...that voice...is that...NO….NONONO

Eddie's head whipped around as the third giant came closer to the other two...those glasses, those clothes...those eyes.

When those eyes met him, they shared the same look, the exact same look that they shared at the coffee shop. Eddie wanted to yell, but it seemed all the sound had left his body.

That's why Richie was in Derry...

“What's the matter?” the giant holding him pulled him closer, “don’t like knowing that you’re dinner?” he chuckled devilishly, Eddie didn’t respond, too horrified at richie to even register what the giant was saying “hey fucko! You listening?”

The giant shook Eddie a bit, still nothing, he gave a look to the other stranger, who just nodded, the same devilish smile pasted onto his face.

Without another word, he let Eddie go, plummeting towards the earth.

Eddie let out a loud yelp, it was almost in slow motion for him, falling through the air, hitting the cold, hard ground, he was sure a rib or two were fractured just by the pain he felt in his chest, but the pounding in his head was much...much worse. He couldn’t move, he could only listen to what they had to say.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” Richie pushed the giant who was holding Eddie, not even caring to remember his name “you could’ve just given him to me.”

Richie's heart sank as he saw the hunter in the giant hand, Eddie, he knew Eddie was lying about why he was in Derry, Eddie was just simply, a bad liar. But he had never expected something like this, he never wanted any of the losers to find out about this. It was bad enough he was hunting in Derry, only a mere half hour from Mike.

“Why not? The little fucker wouldn’t listen, so I gave it what it deserved.”

He felt anger overflow him as the giant talked about Eddie in this way, but he stayed silent, bending down, and picking up Eddie by the collar of his jacket, his body dangling at it rose up.

Eddie could barely move, everything hurt, he knew he was being lifted up once again, but he couldn’t do anything about it, what was he to do, his ribs were broken, he was winded and he was basically a doll to these guys.

He could hear Richie talking to the two, but he couldn’t really understand it, until one sentence was asked.

“So, You gonna chew ‘im?”

This sent Eddie back into his fit of panic, adrenaline coursing through his veins, he began cursing, kicking, wildly flailing. The two giants just laughed.

“Come on richie, you can chew this once, trust me, so much better experience.” Eddie couldn’t tell which of the two giants spoke, but he begged to whatever was out there, that Richie wouldn’t go through with it.

“I’m not a fan of blood, you should know that by now.” Richie rolled his eyes, his gaze back to Eddie, his heart breaking as he watched the man flail around, knowing he was in pain by the look on his face.

“The bitch thought he was going to kill us, he cut my fucking finger! Let him have it!” the giant pushed richie slightly, Richie giving him a glare.

“He's going to die anyways, why can’t I let myself enjoy him squirm?” Richie spoke, monotone. “I like how it feels when they go down.”

It was enough to make Eddie sick.

“It's your last hunt with us, go out with a bang! You got a fucking hunter after all…treat it like it treats our kind!”

“Fuck off, let me do it.'' His tone seemed almost protective, but with Eddie hearing a low gurgle of the man's stomach, Eddie knew it was like an animal protective of its prey.

The two just sighed, watching Richie...just...waiting.

Eddie paused as the giants fell into silence, staring up at Richie with tears in his eyes, his vision was blurry, and his head kept feeling worse and worse. “Please...don’t do this…” he found his voice, only to say that.

What else was he supposed to say? It was rich! The man he grew up with, the man he fought a killer clown demon with….the man...who was about to eat him.

Richie just sighed, lifting Eddie up carefully, much more carefully than the others would even dare, tilting his head up and placing Eddie right on his tongue. Letting go of the man and shutting his mouth.

Eddie's heart dropped at the quick action, Richie not even hesitating before putting Eddie into his mouth.

The heat inside richies mouth was enough to make Eddie let out a yell, going from chilly weather and a biting wind to a human sauna was not the best transition. The sensation of the wet, squishy muscle underneath him giving him a dose of reality-- He pushed against the roof of the mouth, hoping to re-open the mouth, but from the angle he was at, the throat was just becoming him.

He attempted to climb up the tongue, but no matter how close he would get to almost getting out, the saliva around him beckoned him down the tight, hot throat.

“Let me out!” Eddie yelled, but he knew it was no use, that Richie wouldn’t let him go, not after this. “Let me out you...fucking bastard!”

This was it? This is how he would go, he fought almost every dangerous creature in the book and won but he HAD to be eaten by someone he called a friend?

He felt himself getting weaker and weaker, his breath becoming more and more shortened with each breath. He found himself almost allowing his body to be pulled and squished around by the tongue, which happily licked at him.

He yelled as richie rolled him around, coating him in thick saliva in the process, but he really couldn’t do anything about it, the fear and fatigue getting to his head.

As the throat beckoned him down, he clawed at the tongue to keep himself out of the hot, wet esophagus “don’t do this!”

His words were met with no answer, but with a swallow.

Eddie yelled as his lower half was pulled into richies throat, he couldn’t move, which made him flail around even more, this was met with another swallow, thick muscles pulling the rest of him into the hungry throat and down the man's gullet, it was almost second nature to the man.

It must’ve been only a few seconds, but it felt like hours as he slid down the esophagus, unable to move and his Eddies head spinning with anxiety.

The one word spilling into Eddie's mind was only ....”Why?”

He pushed against the esophagus in an attempt to stop himself from sliding down any further, but all the saliva clinging to him and his clothes wouldn’t let him.

Suddenly, Eddie felt his legs slip into the stomach below him, gurgles and growls heard below him. As the rest of him slipped inside the belly, the whole experience became very...very real.

His head was dizzy from the lack of oxygen in the throat, and he couldn’t stop shaking at the thought of this being the final place he would be alive, nobody would know Richie had done it.

And that's the last thing Eddie Kaspbrack remembered, before passing out completely.

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Richie paused as he felt eddie go limp on his tongue for a few moments, he was scared this was too much for the little guy and his heart gave out, but the small man began to thrash around once more, which in a dark way, got him relieved, so he could continue.

This was a disaster, he hated how he had to eat people already, but the fact that it was Eddie made everything so much worse.

Richie should’ve known something was up when he saw Eddie in that cafe, he just couldn’t focus with the hunger eating him up inside.

Now it wasn’t only hunger eating him up...it was guilt.

He rolled Eddie around on his tongue a few more times, capturing the taste of the man.

he hated to admit it, but people tasted so good. It was almost like a drug for him, nothing really could sustain him for long, except for this. The longest he could go without eating a person was three weeks, he would move town to town with his tour, every few weeks swallowing a person to keep his energy up.

He carefully swallowed a few times, his Adam's apple bobbing as he brought his head back down, he could feel Eddie sliding slowly down his gullet, esophagus stretching as he did so it felt so...normal for him, like it was second nature.

One thing he was grateful for, was that he was the only guy that night who didn’t have a meal already lined up.

The past few weeks, meeting up with these guys got worse and worse, they were cruel, but for some reason they liked him, and would not leave him alone no matter how much he demanded them to, but tonight they agreed that tonight could be their last night

They always wanted it to be Derry, maybe because they lived there, maybe because the people tasted better. Richie didn't know, all he did was agree, since he didn't want one of their victims to become someone that he cared about. .

He felt guilty knowing the fates of the other two girls, but he knew he couldn’t stop it, they chose to kill those girls, they could’ve safely eaten them, but they chose to kill, which they thought he chose as well. He couldn’t change this, and it made him sick just to think about it.

As the two other giants shrank back down to their normal height, RIchie didn’t even bother to remember the jackasses names, they looked up at him.

“Sad to see ya go! Maybe we’ll meet up again!” one of them spoke, the other just nodded, before they both walked away.

sickos...

Richie stayed silent and still until they got out of sight, before letting out a deep breath, holding onto his stomach as he felt eddies body slip inside of it, it felt so...good to have someone in there again

But all according to plan,  he felt Eddie pass out, feeling his shallow breaths as he lay unconscious in his belly.

He was going to be okay...

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It's too hot, It feels like I’m melting...I can’t move...I have to get out of here...I have to…

Eddie's eyes snapped open at the sound of a car horn, and a familiar yell, his head throbbing and he almost jumped out of his seat, he would’ve if he didn’t have his seatbelt on…

Seatbelt?!

Eddie's head snapped in every direction as he looked around, he was in a car, a blanket covering him...not where he thought he was...did...did he actually...no...he wasn’t...he couldn’t be… he wasn’t inside of a...

Richie let out a yell as Eddie popped up, making him swerve the car violently into the left lane, then back into the right lane, causing a chorus of more car horns to indicate that what he just did was an asshole move.

“Jesus fucking christ Eddie!” Richie yelled, “you scared the shit out of me!” he kept his eyes on the road, but the shock poured off of him like sweat.

Eddie just stared at richie as he drove, he could feel his body shaking at the sight of the man… he stammered for a moment, but he was only able to get out one word.

“Y-you…” his voice cracked a bit.

He didn’t want to believe it was true, but his clothes and hair being damp pointed out that might be the case, he felt his eyes sting with the threat of tears, never before had he felt this much Terror.

“I what eddie? I saved your life, what the fuck were you doing there?! If I wasn’t there you’d be fucking dead!” Richie turned to Eddie, giving him an angry look.

Richie was angry… at him?!

As Eddie got a good glypse at Richie, he noticed the man's face was red, his eyes a bit puffy, and he was shaking profusely, not to mention the cracks in his voice and the tears rolling down his face.

Richie was crying...Richie never cries…

“You actually...you fucking ate me?!’” Eddie finally worked up the courage to yell “What the fuck man?! I thought we were friends?!” his hand fell to his side, instinctively grabbing his knife holster, though only grabbing nothing, his knife lost in the fight earlier.

Richie didn’t respond, he just kept staring at the road. This just made Eddie angrier.

“You fucking piece of shit!” Eddie pulled the blanket off of him, shivering as his damp clothes absorbed the cold air around him. “You didn’t even tell any of us, you are a fucking m-monster!”

Again, silence, but he could see richie white knuckling the steering wheel.

Eddie could feel hot tears coming down from his eyes, “what's your plan now?” he couldn’t see himself leaving this vehicle alive, unless he hopped out the car door right now, even then he had a higher chance of ending up dead. “you should’ve made it quick like those other two fuckers did” he mumbled quietly.

Suddenly, Richie swerved across a few lanes, making Eddie slam into the car door instantly, which caused another abundance of yelling and anger from the man.

Richie didn’t say a word as he moved off of the highway, onto a local road, close to the treeline of the woods, slamming on the breaks at the closest place he could pull over at.

Eddie couldn’t help but be afraid of Richies silence, his slight shakiness as he held the wheel and the fact that Richie refused to make eye contact as he cried.

“I could’ve killed you.”  Richies voice cracked a slight bit.

Eddies heart sunk hearing those words, he could feel every bit of fear he had felt before hit him once again “R-Richie...I-I-”

“I could have done everything I said I would out there, and you could imagine what they would do if I wasn’t there…”

“Richie...p-please-”

“But I wouldn’t...I...I can’t Ed’s!” Richie lost all of his composure, and began yelling “I couldn’t let anything happen to you! What the hell were you thinking going after us? You could’ve died, Killing IT was one thing, but you’re alone!”

Eddie stared at him with a shocked expression, he felt his face flush, even if he was angry and scared, he was almost embarrassed, he felt like a child being berated by a parent, he frowned.

“You. ate. Me.”  Eddie spoke, emphasizing each word. “You ate me and you’re giving me shit?”

“But you’re still alive, hm?” Richie gestured up and down to Eddie, “nothing Hurt huh? You’re welcome.”

Those words actually got through to Eddie, “how am I...not dead…”

Richie sighed, hearing Eddie's tone, not angry, just...scared. “I’m not like them, Eddie. It's safe, because I’m safe…” Richie pinched the bridge of his nose “fuck that didn’t make sense, I..Its just something I can do.”

Eddie got a good look at Richie at this point, the man was no longer disheveled, he looked like he was good as new, no bags under his eyes, he didn’t look like he was going to pass out anymore...he looked healthy.

Eddie, felt tired, nauseous, and felt like he was about to pass out, they practically switched places. t

“What did you do to me…?” Eddie asked, which richie let out a small chuckle.

“Unlike Them”  he spoke of the two like it was bad luck to even think of them “I can’t digest living things, i uh… do have to eat living creatures though” he looked at Eddie, answering before the man could ask the question “I take energy, that's why you passed out, you came on the right day honestly, i usually wait a while before eating.”

“That's why there were survivors, that's how Mike knew--”

“Mike knows?” it sounded like a stupid question, but it had never crossed his mind. “How much does Mike know?” his voice was desperate, almost terrified.

“Not much… one girl that you...let go...talked to him about what she remembered…”

Richie shook his head “Fuck!” he yelled, slamming his hands on the wheels. “I left her on the pathway, watched her wake up, she shouldn’t have known about what happened.”

Eddie jumped at the slam “She didn’t remember anything, she thought escaped on her own, Mike has no idea what's going on, he...doesn’t even know he sent me here.”

“How the fuck doesnt he know?”

This is where Eddie began to feel nervous again-- what to say?

“A simple alias and a voice modifier did the trick.” Eddie rolled his eyes “and this isn’t my first time doing this.”

The shifter's heart sank.

Richie began piecing it all together, “You’re actually a hunter…?” he asked, “Tell me your joking Ed’s, you’re fucking with me…”

The thought of Eddie being an actual hunter was almost as absurd as knowing richie was a giant. Eddie was pretty fearless, but he didn’t act like the other hunters he’d met, if Eddie was actually a hunter, Richie was most likely a dead man.

“I uh… did tell you that I’m a Risk analyzer, I just didn’t tell you what kind of risks I worked with…” Eddie looked away, almost embarrassed. “I didn’t think I’d even run into you...or any of the losers on the job… Especially if the job is on one of you.”

Richie just stayed silent, Eddie. Eddie fucking Kaspbrack, kills monsters, just like him...all the time? He just silently turned on the car, driving back onto the main road. He felt this...intimidation now, and Richie did not like it at all.

“Richie?” Eddie asked, staring at the man, who just kept his eyes on the road. “Richie what's going on…?”

“I’m going to drop you off at your hotel, and guessing that there’s only one hotel that's not a total shithole, I’m guessing that's where you’re staying.” he spoke fast, like he didn’t want to talk to Eddie, which made the other man frown.

“You’re right...but...you seem...off.”

“Finding out my best friend is a killer isn’t something I really enjoy knowing.”

Holy shit…”Richie, are you...scared of me?” Eddie asked, utterly confused. He got no answer except for Richies face turning a slight red colour.

Eddie turned a bit red, but quickly changed the subject when Richie pulled into the driveway of the hotel, parking. “Are you going to answer me, dickwad” he only added the last part to get a reaction out of the man.

Richie snapped his head over to Eddie,  “we’ll finish this talk in the hotel room, I’m not staying in this car the entire night.”

“In the hotel room? What makes you think I’m letting you up there?”

“Because you can’t fucking walk.” Richie snapped once more, pointing to Eddie's legs, “Just try.”

Eddie just nodded, giving Richie a snarky look, then getting out of the vehicle.

“See!” Eddie spoke as Richie started, just waiting.  “What was that about---!”

Eddie couldn’t finish the sentence of glory as his legs wobbled. Making him fall to the concrete of the parking lot with a painful groan.

Richie got out of the car, a smug look on his face “what was what about?” He stood, hands in his hoodie pockets, holding back a bit of laughter.

Eddie just looked up, about to yell once more, but his own fear silenced him as he had to look up at Richie again, towering over him as he was on the pavement.

Richie frowned, seeing the fear in the hunters eyes, sighing

“Fuck--Here” Richie bent down, grabbing onto eddie, pulling the mans arm over his shoulder as to stablize him and help him move.

At first Eddie pushed back, not wanting Richie to even touch him at the moment, but something made him turn red as he got so close to him.

‘Do. not. Even. think. About. It.’

The walk up to the hotel room was silent, only minor grunts or breaths from either of the men.

Richie was practically going nuts with Eddie so close again--He would never admit it, but having eddie so close to his nose, he couldn’t help but smell him once again, and he smelled so...delicious, and the fact that he was able to taste him once meant that he knew that eddie was delicious.

‘Stop it….fucking stop.’

As they reached Eddie's door, the man tried to get the keys out of his pocket, only for Richie to just grab it out of his pocket himself, unlocking the door.

“T...thanks”

“Get in.”

Eddie sighed as they both walked in, the door shutting behind them. Eddie turned red as his luggage bag was sprawled on the bed, knives visible.

Richie groaned, seeing the blades, setting Eddie onto the bed, “Have enough fucking Knives man?”

“What? Scared?”

Richie said nothing, but looked away.

“The man who Eats people alive, is afraid of me?” Eddie couldn’t help but laugh, dry and sarcastic, “and I’m not a killer…”

Richie gave him a disbelieving look, eddies laugh faded

“Well I am a killer, but it's not like that...I researched creatures like you for a while, I made like four journals just observing you guys…”

“Wow, a nerd in literally everything. Even murder” richie rolled his eyes, but it was very noticeable when his shoulders relaxed slightly, though still seemed on guard as Eddie spoke, his eyes narrow and hesitant.

“After IT,” Eddie turned away. “I realized that some of these creatures, they just want to Hurt people… and...I just can’t let that happen. So I became a hunter… it was tough at first, but i’ve gotten better.” Eddie rubbed the back of his neck nervously “B-but I don’t kill people who are just trying to live their lives, only the ones who are killing people...which doesn’t make me that popular.”

Richie gave Eddie a look, not disproving, but just...intrigued, “Damn, a hunter with a moral backbone? Where have you been all my life”

Eddie paused, “I’ve been in your fucking life” He almost felt offended “suddenly I haven’t been with you because of my fucking career choice? Newsflash fuckface, I’m still fucking eddie kaspbrack”

Richie’s eyes widened “I didn't mean it--”

“You fucking EAT people. And I still see you as my...friend” Eddies voice lowered, looking away, “trust me, if I didn’t you’d be dead.”

Richie fell silent, somehow the word ‘friend’ still hurt him. Eddie could see the hurt on his face, looking away as well.

“All the other hunters i’ve known never gave me a chance to explain” Richie finally spoke after a few minutes, “They just see me as a monster.”

“i-I’m sorry.” Eddie responded “I didn’t mean--”

“Oh shut up.” Richie flashed a smile “You get a pass, I fucking ate you. I didn’t get a chance with any others.”

Eddie couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the comment, something so absurd about the situation allowed him to. He was a hunter, who had been eaten, and is now talking to the person who had eaten him.

“So...the other losers?” Eddie fake coughed, trying to change the subject “Do any of them know”

“FUCK no.” Richie shook his head loudly, “If they knew that I’ve wanted--” Richie paused mid sentence, sputtering, clearly not wanting that to come out.

Eddie's eyes widened, “No no no, you don't get to say that shit and NOT finish the sentence, dickweed.”

“I-I..er--” Richie couldn’t form a coherent sentence, too busy turning redder than a tomato.

“Richie...Have you thought about...Eating us...like all of us? The losers?”

At first, Richie resisted, sputtering out a shaky ‘no!’, but Eddie just stared at the man, his expression not changing, it was a trick he would use when they were kids, Richie would always break.

“Fuck you Kaspbrak!” Richie finally broke, throwing his hands in the air “what do you want me to say? There's not one goddamn day that goes by since the reunion where i don’t think about it! There! Judge me all you fucking want! It's not gonna change the fact that I wanted to Eat you!”

Richie turned red again as eddie just stared “forget it”

“Did you ever try?”

It was richie's turn to look offended “you think im fucking stupid? If I tried anything on that trip, you’d think i was IT, I wasn’t about to be killed by my friends!”

Eddie put his hands up defensively “Okay okay! Don’t get your panties in a twist! It was a fucking question!”

Richie slumped back, defeated “I’ve thought about it sure---I never planned to though!” Richie almost sounded like he was trying to promise Eddie this, rather than convince him “I never planned on telling you guys, not that you’d believe me if I did.”

“Well you didn’t exactly tell me...so you kept your plan?”

Richie gave him a ‘are you kidding me’ expression

“I will eat you again”

“Don’t make me pull out the Knives, Tozier.”

Before Richie could even say another word, a loud ringing came from the luggage bag. It was his backup phone, Eddie reached for it, Richie first shook his head not to answer, but Eddie did anyway.

“Mr Marsh? Oh thank god you answered, it's been so long I thought the worst? What happened?” Richie tensed up, hearing Mike's voice on the other end of the phone, Eddie looked at the frightened predator and shook his head, mouthing the words ‘voice modifier’ which made Richie calm down slightly, still uncomfortable to hear Mike's voice.

Though on the other hand, Richie couldn’t help but laugh at the ‘Mr. Marsh’ mouthing to Eddie ‘are you fucking serious?’

Eddie shook his head, trying to wave the man off “Sorry Mr Hanlon, I understand your concern, everything is--”

“Ed’s?”

Eddie's sentence came to a full stop as Mike said his name, and so did his heart “w-what?”

“i-I” Mike stammered on the phone for a second “Eddie is that you?”

Richie, in an act of pure instinct, snatched the phone away from Eddie, who yelled out a quick “wait!” Before Richie hung up, turning the phone off.

There were a few moments of silence, you could practically hear the two’s hearts pumping loudly and full of anxiety.

“Shit.” they both said in unison.

---------

its good to be back...again!

[eskelchopchop]

First Sentences Meme

Took me a little while to get around to this, but it looks like fun! Thanks for the tag, @ghostinthelibrarywrites and @queenmevesknickers!

List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

In chronological order from oldest fic to current WIPs:

1. The rope is weathered, fraying in places from too many nights on the saddle. -The One with the Rope

2. Eskel is chopping firewood when she calls. -After Tedd Deireádh

3. “That wish of yours,” Yennefer whispers. “I heard what you wished for.” -she gathers you

4. Kaer Morhen. Mountains like geriatric dragons’ teeth, winters like an ice giant’s ass, marshes full of foglets, forests full of wolves, and caves full of children’s bones. -A Standing Agreement

5. Every night, Javier goes into the nursery and tries to think of bedtime stories. -"Ghost Stories" (original fic)

6. Three years since they got the place, and Eskel still can’t get over the sight of Geralt’s hair in the sunlight. -The Color of the Wheat Fields

7. Eskel hears Geralt first. -With Regards from Master Darkheart

8. Every morning that he wakes up to her, he thinks he's still dreaming. -where the grapevines grow

9. "They interviewed the werewolf's wife on the Today Show." -unnamed & unfinished original fic

10. “Yen,” Geralt says, “might be time to slow down.” -veritas

11. Call me Dandelion. -A Happy Ending, If You Can Bear It

12. Geralt hears the cry about a mile off, a high-pitched yelp like an animal in pain. -Yearlings

13. When yet another knock sounds at the manor’s door, Dak nearly pulls out their beard in frustration. -Bread, Salt, and Wine

14. Lady Dassene Chorbenne examined her bust in the fitting room mirror for the fourth time. -When We Killed Monsters

15. YOUNG YENNEFER “Tirlich-tirlich, call my love to me.” -golem magic

16. “Must you move like that?” -A Splinter in Time

17. Eskel knew he hadn’t dressed his Friday night best, especially for New York. -seeeecret Eskel Big Bang modern AU fic

18. After the first shock, dying feels like the morning of a bad hangover: a slow re-assembly of sense as you figure out where you are, how you got here, and how to make the headache stop. -seeeecret Fisstech exchange fic

Patterns. Hm. I see most of these sentences trying to set up a character focus and a setting from the beginning: here's a character, here's where they are / their situation. A lot of my stories begin with the entrance of a character or at the beginning of an important conversation, not so much in the middle of action or a conversation. Also, my Yenralt fics are much more likely to start with dialogue for some reason.

Favorite one? Uhhhh I dunno. Possibly Wheat Fields for the instant feels, possibly the original fic that opens with the werewolf one-liner because that one line stuck in my brain so deeply, I had to write a story for it.

Erf, I can't remember who's gone already. Extending a possibly redundant invitation to @stillmadaboutpetra, @fayet, @octinary, @witchertrashbag, @lohrendrell, and anyone else who wants to take a motorcycle tour of their story beginnings!

[theboarsbride]

THE BONES WE HAUNT - WIP Intro.

Title: The Bones We Haunt.

Genre: Historical Fiction, Gothic horror, romance, novella.

Status: First Draft + development.

Synopsis:

November, 1905. 

While on holiday in Cambridge and attending museum lectures with her mother, Jane Sterling seeks to make this her chance to officially pursue her love of paleontology. While her family encourages the pursuit of passions and challenging rigid social norms, the institutes in place hinder her passion, making her resort to dressing brightly and speaking loudly for attention.

Jane's chance comes to reveal itself in the form of the wealthy and reclusive Sir Terence Hayes, who’s come in search for her father, the esteemed paleobotonist Dr. Samson Sterling, to appraise fossils found in his garden. Her mother eagerly volunteers Jane to go in Dr. Sterling’s place as he remains ill in America, and Terence brings her to his isolated family's estate in the vast, deep, muddy marshes of Wolf’s Run. And the land is shrouded in urban legends. There are whispers of 'The Wolf's Run Beast,' the 'Monster of the Marshes,' that haunts the land under the cover of night, and as Terence leaves Jane to her work he is hell-bent that she's to return to Cambridge before nightfall.

However, freak storms rage, causing the marshes' waters to rise and wash out the roads in flash floods before Jane has a chance to return, leaving her stranded at Wolf’s Run - and at the mercy of all that lurks there.

As night looms, the staff hastily depart, an eerie silence falls, Terence forbids her from even coming near the cellar, and, most importantly, he warns her against leaving her room before dawn. All is merely a strange act to Jane, brushing it off as the eccentricities of an Englishman, until something comes scratching at her door, hungering for her blood.

What started as a mere chance at becoming known swiftly becomes a tumultuous game of blood, teeth, survival, love, and salvation - and Jane must prepare to sharpen teeth of her own if she's to survive the horrors of the Wolf's Run marshes.

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surprise surprise, another WIP inspired by Jojo's need to turn every DILF she falls in love with into a love interest in a monster romance-adjacent book! 🥰 This one's victim??? Ciaran Hinds as a brooding but sweet capital 'r' Romantic were-beast/werewolf-ish creature. 😍 The vibes for this WIP are, like... 90s gothic period drama.... bluebeard meets 'mexican gothic' meets company of the wolves meets 'the death of jane lawrence'... and i've only known this WIP for 3 days and I'm already obsessed, help-

[rkmoriyama]

WIP Introduction

GENRE fantasy/steampunk

POV third person present / three povs

THEMES religion,, politics,, found family,, god given gifts,, 

SYNOPSIS The Silver Realm, Helimourne, home to the biggest Sanctuary of Corvi in the western hemisphere. A country supposedly ruled by the Helimourne council and the Lord Chancellor, but behind the scenes it is the Sanctuary who pulls the strings. The Sanctuary’s rules has bleed into Helimourne society in the forms of laws cleverly rephrased for its citizen’s. With each new law the Sanctuary gains more power over the Helimourne council and in turn the country.   

In the shadows of Narzieu, Helimurne’s capital city, Aleksander Wrayburn plots the end of the Sanctuary’s rule over Helimourne. Blinded by their power the Sanctuary isn’t prepared for an attack, and Aleksander Wrayburn is about to launch the biggest attack the Sanctuary ha ever witnessed. Since his banishment from the Sanctuary Aleksander Wrayburn has built his little gang of Songbirds, highly skilled people who despise the Sanctuary only slightly less than Aleksander himself.

The Sanctuary of Corvi follows three young adults through the chaos that unfolds following Alksander Wrayburn’s attack on the Sanctuary. Their beliefs are tested when they are forced to choose their path in life. Kian Wyndham battles his against his responsibilities with the Sanctuary as someone from his past walks back into his life. Zhera Silver is given the gift of prophecy, the first Soothsayer in centuries, but her loyalty falters when her Soothsaying is tested. Fenn Wrayburn only came to Narzieu in search of his mother but is met with an old love and a father he didn’t know he had. Amongst it all he awakens a God-Given ability he fears.

THE PROTAGONISTS

KIAN WYNDHAM Born and raised in the Sanctuary he knows what the future holds for him. He wasn’t born out of love, he was born out of necessity. High Priestess Neevah needed a child, an heir, and to get one she turned to the most powerful man in Narzieu, Lord Chancellor Eli Josiah Wyndham. He has been expected to perform splendidly, never allowed to do wrong.

ZHERA SILVER An orphaned girl, given over to the Sanctuary and the Corvi at the early age of three. Through her years in the Sanctuary, she has gone down the path of becoming a priestess, hoping to serve directly under the High Priestess herself. When Wrayburn attacks the Sanctuary, a dormant part of her is awakened. She is the first true Soothsayer to grace the Sanctuary for centuries.

FENN WRAYBURN In the small port city, Grimvale, Fenn has lived the entirety of his life. In a small house overlooking the harbor, he has lived with his father and three brothers. Fenn has the god-given ability to manipulate bones and bodily matters. He can, simply put, merge bones and muscles and skin together to create a monster of his own choosing.

THE ANTAGONISTS

LYRA BELCHER Previously a prospective Captain of the Sanctuary she is now the lover and partner to Aleksander Wrayburn. She has spent much of her adult life running from her twin sister, currently a serving Captain of the Sanctuary. Frightened by her sister’s ruthlessness which she justifies by evoking the Corvi. It is the same ruthlessness that had her become deformed after having her face and back slashed by her sister’s swords. It is one of the things that brings a lot of shame for her.

ALEKSANDER WRAYBURN This man is in his early forties, banished from the Sanctuary due to his unorthodox views of the world and how he wants to change it. The Helimourne Council is one he wants to take over, for example, and to do so he needs the Sanctuary to fall. A feat that is harder in reality than it is in his mind. A practitioner with the God-Given ability to pull images from his mind and make them a reality.

MERCY SILVER A child with a God-Given ability that has been misplaced by the Sanctuary. They were picked up by Aleksander Wrayburn and have been helped with their unusual ability. They are short and simple, able to burn Narzieu to the ground in a matter of a few touches. In fact, they are able to set themselves on fire without feeling it.

THE SECONDARY

PHILOMENA MARSH She is the daughter of head healer Euphrasia and a member of the Helimourne Council Aaron Marsh. Unlike her mother, Philomena went on to become a soldier and has been training with Kian Wyndham for most of her life in the Sanctuary. There is no doubt that she is loyal to the Corvi and she is not one to let herself be led astray. 

THEOPHILIUS CORBYN He has spent all of his life as a member of the Sanctuary, his father a Soldier, and his mother a priestess that works close to the High Priestess. Much like Philomena, he is extremely loyal to the Sanctuary and he has held a grudge against Kian for most of his life.

TEMPERANCE GUNN She is the granddaughter of a highly regarded man in Helimourne, she went against her family’s wishes when she joined the Sanctuary at thirteen and went on to become a soldier. Her loyalty to the Sanctuary fluctuates and she stumbles in her faith to the Corvi.

THE TAGLIST

If anyone’s interested in being on the taglist, ask or comment or something and ill add/remove you :)

[ghostlynimbus]

WIP Title Tag

I wasn't tagged in this but I felt like doing it *shrug emoji*

Rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

(I'm gonna modify this a bit and say if you send me an ask please either ask for a snippet or ask a question about it if you have one.)

I have a truly ridiculous number of WIPs so buckle up friends (even with skipping some from fandoms that im not currently as into, its a lot).

*Organized by fandom and then alphabetically*

Harry Potter

Barbarian AU

It

A Cup Full of Love

All I Want

And They Were Both Subs

ASMR AU

Divorce Fic

Heatmatch

I Don't Know You Yet

Pack Fic

Poly Losers Christmas

Post Apocalypse AU (IT)

Powers AU

Roadtrip (IT)

Single Father AU

Soulmark AU

The Many Boyfriends of Beverly Marsh

Transfemme Richie

Transmasc Richie

What The Fuck Is An Omega?

Wife Swap AU

Stranger Things

18

A Place To Belong (2 Versions)

A Prince and His Knight

Android Steve

Away We Go

B&B AU

Baby It's Cold Outside

Band/Concert AU

Breakfast Club AU

Camp Upside-Down

Chrissy Gets Pregnant

Cinderella AU

Cinnamon Spice

Daycare Steve

Dick For Hire

Discount Dog

Dom/Sub Classification AU

Food Fic

Foster Siblings AU

Genderbent Steve

Hidden Hawkins

Holiday at the Harrington's

Homecooked

How To Build A Family

I Could Be The Father

It's Not Gay To Enjoy A Blowjob

It's Not The Sky I'm Asking For

The Jacket Series

Love and Monsters

Memories

Mer AU

My Little Monster

Oh Baby!

Older Brother AU

Sexting AU

Singer Steve AU

Soulmate AU (Name Tattoos)

Soulpets AU

Steve Gets Hurt

Steve Has A Breakdown @ A Party

Stray

Superhero AU (ST)

Supernatural AU

Teacher Steve

Teen Dad Steve

The Spy Who Dumped Me AU

Unaccompanied Minors

Wings AU

Words Unspoken

Your History On My Skin

Crossovers

Dimensional Collision

Original / Non Fanfic Stuff

Complex

Gay Fantasy Story

Monster Town

Roam

Gay Monster Harem

Like I said, I have a lot. xD please feel free to ask whatever about any of them! <3

Tagging:

Tagging people in this sort of thing makes me anxious, but if you see this and would like to do it please feel free to say I tagged you. <3

[kaspbrakatitagain]

a comprehensive list of all of my wips

compiled mostly so I don’t forget them/so @lastofthetangelos will bully me into writing them

MULTI-CHAPTER FICS

Richie Tozier’s Bangin’ Long Drive Mixtape: the fic that started as a reddie road trip AU and devolved into a lot of college angst but it’s fine because they’re happy by the end

Home Ground: a monster hunting AU where the events are determined by me playing a one-person game of the ttrpg Monster of the Week and writing out the results

When I Sing, You Sing Harmonies: an AU where Richie is in a band who take it upon themselves to tour the country over the summer of 1996 and Eddie is dragged into being a roadie by his college roommate. Shenanigans, songwriting, and strange cases of déjà vu ensue

a possible post-chapter 2 fic about Richie and Eddie living together in LA told through each of the other Losers’ visits to their house. Don’t hold me to this one

An Apocalypse AU, maybe?? This one might be a series of one-shots

ONE-SHOTS

Quick Fix: In which Eddie gets injured more often than be would like and Richie has been using the same go-to solution since the first grade

Richie Tozier’s Comprehensive List of Useless Eddie Kaspbrak Trivia (tm): y’know I wrote this out as a joke title but I actually kind of like it so... that might be what I name the fic. Self explanatory.

An Open Letter To The Boys Who’ve Held My Heart: A history of Richie Tozier liking boys and learning there’s nothing wrong with that

Girl’s Night: Just... Beverly Marsh having the female support system she deserves. Also and excuse for me to write more Patty Uris and Kay McCall

Six Drink Eddie: Y’know the Santiago Drunkness Scale from Brooklyn 99? That but it’s Eddie

Put Your Lips Close to Mine (as long as they don’t touch): a fic where we work through some of Eddie’s internalized homophobia because he deserves and needs some help

a fic about Richie and Bev deciding to fake date and Eddie can’t figure out why it bothers him. (Spoilers: he’s jealous and dumb)

.........................................I might write a Suite Life on Deck AU. I’m incredibly tempted.

[tenacious-scripturient]

Welcome to the world of Saecularia!

WIP: Project: Easton

Size: 924 km x 2980 km, or 2.73 million square km

Split into these five countries, Saecularia is the world of Project: Easton. About 100 years ago, this peaceful continent began to be taken over by the one known as the Regnora Eversor, or the destroyer of kingdoms. Peaceful magical creatures roam the land, but those under the Regnora Eversor’s control are mindless monsters, attacking everything she wishes them to.

Normally, there should be no way that Earth and Saecularia interact, but Easton somehow finds himself here.

history and info about the five races under the cut! (i implore you to click under the cut, there’s lots and lots of info!

FAIRIES

The Fairy Kingdom, previously known as the Mediocris Regnum, is easily the largest of all the countries. The land is rich with resources, and they have massive power and strength. However, they are relatively peaceful. This is because of Queen Titania, the kind and just ruler who lives in Fluquora.

The fairies are known for being generous and fair, and have good relationship with every other race, even the dragons. They live an average of 500 years, but some have lived up to 800. Wyatt is currently 158, so he has many years to go.

Dense forests largely make up the country, but there are also marshes in the south and snowy mountains to the north. It meets three other countries, the dwarves, elves, and dragons, at Mons Altus, the tallest mountain in Saecularia.

They’re the last standing country in the war against the Regnora Eversor.

FLUQUORA, THE SILVER PALACE

Fluquora is where most of the fairy population lives, and it certainly lives up to its name. In actuality, the entire palace is a gigantic tree, and the outside is silver. It is hidden to outsiders, which is slightly disappointing because the inside is absolutely breathtaking. It’s also where Easton found himself after arriving in Saecularia.

After being sent on the quest, Easton tours the castle with Wyatt, and finds that the castle is much more impressive than he first thought—there’s a zoo, a library, an arena, a kitchen, and even rooms that change to fit your needs.

Long ago, Fluquora was invaded by a group of humans, and they stole tales of heroes from the grand library. Those books later became known as fairy tales.

Surrounded by a dense, colourful forest, the castle fits up to half a million people, and with housing, food, entertainment, and more, it’s a great place to live. Queen Titania watches over the castle tree from her throne on the highest floor.

DWARVES

Most of the dwarven country is rocky and not great for agriculture, but the scholars of Aldartal found a way to transform small amounts of land to fit their needs. Large canyons and highlands are found in the west and north part of the country, and to the east and south are plains.

The Dwarven and Fairy Kingdoms meet together at Myrn, the Seaside Town, which is a hub for trading for the two races. Tourism is plentiful, and it is known for its incredible stargazing spots. The town is neither dwarven or fairy territory, but a mix between the two.

The dwarves were the second kingdom to fall to the Regnora Eversor, along with the dragons.

ALDARTAL, THE CITY OF CRYSTALS

Aldartal is the city of scholars and blacksmiths, and both live side-by-side in the underground city. Beautiful white and blue crystals the size of buildings light up the dark cave. The crystals embedded on the walls are a sight to behold, and also have a magic attribute to them—they are one of the strongest materials in the world. The blacksmiths there often make weapons and armor using the crystal.

The library there is so huge that it rivals even Fluquora’s. With stories upon stories upon stories of books and scrolls, it’s no wonder so many scholars and professors are drawn to this alluring city of crystals.

There, the sage known as Korbin guards information about Aeternum.

ELVES

The elves are possibly the strangest race. They are powerful, cunning, and smart, yet they seem to be robots—it’s rare they show emotion other than hostility and anger. (Although, not all of them are as emotionless as Aryia. She’s even more than most.) Nobody knows how they became this way.

They are governed by a well-established and strong council, consisting of five sage elves. The country is stable as can be, and its main industry before the Regnora Eversor was mining and mercenary work.

About 800 years ago, the elves fought against the dragons in a war for land and resources. The dragons wanted more land so they could live in places other than the capital, but the elves refused to give in. Ultimately, nobody won, and the countries stayed the same. It lasted nearly fifty years.

The elves were the last out of the four fallen kingdoms to submit to the Regnora Eversor, about forty years before Easton first arrives.

OSHONA, THE CITY OF AUTUMN

Oshona gets its name from the endless autumn it seems to have, with all the other seasons being extremely short. The ground is covered in red and orange leaves for about 8 months of the year.

The Vitus Tower, in the center of the capital, is a great source of magic. There, people can cast spells without losing much energy, as it is immediately replenished by the plentiful magic in the air. This is one of the two sources of magic, the other being somewhere in the Fairy Kingdom.

DRAGONS

Not much is known about this elusive race, other than the fact that they are only half of what they claim to be—half human is what they are. But that doesn’t make them any less terrifying, as they can turn into a full sized dragon with a snap of their fingers and crush you without any effort. Nobody knows how long they live, or if they even die.

The war they had against the elves for land changed the world. It was only stopped after the other races joined in, but the two still harbor resentment for each other, even after so long.

Xarrin, known as the Protector of the Skies, is the King of the dragons, and Caelym’s father. He is unrelenting and stubborn, and his rule has led them to prosper. However he is growing old, and Caelym is his only son. King Xarrin is hard and strict with him, as he wishes for him to become a good king, even better than him.

When the Regnora Eversor first attacked, King Xarrin surrendered without a fight, causing many dragons and non-dragons alike to dislike him. However, he decided that it was for the good of all the dragons.

VARCIUS, THE RUBY CITY

Hidden deep inside a mountain range, it’s rare that anyone ever visits Varcius. Most are too afraid to step inside the city for fear of death, but the few that do don’t stay for very long. There are rumours of giant crystals and fountains of wealth, and that’s where Varcius got its nickname.

The entire population is condensed into this single capital, located on the easternmost part of the country. This is because the rest of the land is essentially inhabitable, with deserts, badlands, and mountains everywhere.

FAUNS

The kingdom of the fauns is small but resourceful. With warm climates and exotic flora, it has a knack for tourism. Unfortunately, the fauns are also the most discriminated race, and many people see them as below themselves. However, things have gotten much better in the past hundred years, and for the most part, they are seen as equal to everyone else.

Nearly every faun is born with horns and legs of a goat, but there are a few who can pass as otherwise. At first, they hated it, but in time learned to accept themselves and be proud of their race.

Many fauns are very much peaceful, but there are a few who rise up and want to fight. Fevira is one of these few, who was always a great warrior but took a step further after the Regnora Eversor attacked her town four years ago, killing half of the population living there.

Having a small government, the fauns were the first to fall to the Regnora Eversor.

LEVALON, THE CITY OF MERIT

Despite Levalon’s well-kept front, a large portion of the population is poor. They suffer in the harsh, heat-driven weather, but with the other races’ aid, especially the fairies, they have begun to prosper.

In the past, the rest of Saecularia called Levalon “the City of Merit,” as they once believed that the fauns deserved their poverty and shame. The rest of the world later apologized for their actions, but Levalon kept its name, as they chose to give it a different meaning—that the fauns worked hard to get where they are now, and they merit the praise.