#my orginal writing

[jpat82]

So You Want To Start A War

     I opened the metal door, thick fog covered everything in an opaque white, the sun's bright rays dulled down by the heavy clouds that always hung over head for as long as I knew. The chill from the air nipped at the skin exposed around the googles that I wore, the glass helping my vision to cut through some of the fog before me. Every inch my body covered in warm grey clothes repurposed from old plastic. A process that I had learned from my father before he passed two years ago.

My heavy deer hide bag hung on my back, the straps clipped across my chest as I looked out and listened. It held items I would need for the hunt, everything from bottles, food, extra fabric, first aid supplies and weapons. Some of the these items I would need to trade, some I would use, others I might need to defend myself.

      It was quiet, no birds singing, no bugs buzzing, instinctively my hand went to my side. The fingerless gloves that encased my hands wrapped tightly around the hilt of the sword I had found in my travels. Not that it would of been any use against them, but it would keep me safe from my own kind. Slowly I stepped out, the leather sole of my boot silent as it hit the pavement. My eyes ever scanning the area as I closed the door behind me, I could hear the locks being engaged behind me in a series of clicks.

     I walked straight a head of me, toward the thicket of trees that I knew were on the other side of the broken and crumbling street. The grass beyond the street knee high between the two houses falling to the ground, vines wrapping around them slowly bringing it closer to earth with each passing year. One day, this house will be completely reclaimed by the nature we sought so hard to control.

     Through the yards, behind the house, the sound of metal chain link fence barely audible as I walked over the brush covering the fallen attempt to separate what had been owned from what had been wild. Slowly the world around me darkened as the trees encased me, the canopy above completely blocking the remaining light above me out.

    Even here the fog floated between the massive woods that surrounded me, it hung in wisps, effortlessly gliding around, like some haunted wind. It was always present, never quite giving up its hold on the world, a consistent companion. I slid the goggles up and allowed my eyes to adjust to the darkened setting. I stopped and looked around me, nothing. Good.

     I walked up to one of the nearest trees, unclipping the strap at my chest and slinging the bag forward from my back. I pulled the switch blade from the side pocket and pressed down on the button. The blade flipped out and clicked into place. I rammed the tip of the blade into the hard bark of the trunk. Peeling the chucks of wood away from the tree till I had a smooth surface to work on. I stopped for a moment and looked around, I couldn't be the only one that couldn't live like this. There had to be others, others who wanted to fight them instead of each other.

     If they caught me, it would be a sentence worse then death. Enslavement. I took a deep breath before facing the smooth surface of the tree. The exposed wood a soft tan compared to the rich chocolate color of the bark.

      'For we have risen. Wake now!'

    I stepped back, the message vague, but it was bold as the destruction of the nature in itself that I had done. Pulling a cloth from one of the many pockets that covered my body I wiped the blade before pushing it back into place. I stepped around the tree and continued further into the forest. I couldn't mark every tree, nor did I need to. I knew the trails that were used by our kind, the ones that humans would see and read. I also knew the routes that they took, where to avoid.

     An hour had passed, and I had marked five trees. Taking time to ensure I wouldn't be seen, not by them and not by any people either. Not that I ran into too many people these days, where it was wasn't heavily populated. It was a blessing and a curse all the same. Less people to deal with and less to worry about my own safety, but yet not enough people to barter or trade with, less people to see my message. I wanted them dead, each and every single one of them. But in order for that we needed to make a stand and I couldn't stand alone.

     "You do realize defacing natural property is illegal?" The heavy voice came from behind, the hairs on my neck stood on end. I moved my hand to my hip, fingers curled around the hilt as I slowly turned to face the man.

    He was dressed in heavy thick black attire, all but his eyes covered. He stood a good twenty feet back, his hands hung loose at his sides as he watched me from his distance. I could see his eyes travel down my body and back up, being sure to take his time on the weapon at my hip. His brow raise but he didn't seem alarmed by the sword.

     "What does 'for we have risen' mean, anyway?" He asked, walking to the left, his body poised still facing slightly toward mine as he did. My body tensed, my grip on the hilt tightened. I held my ground, my eyes tracking his casual gate.

    "It's time for us to rise up against them." I remarked, watching as he circled to my side still keeping his distance. Slowly I turned my head keeping him in line of sight.

     "You really think you could stand a chance against them?" He chuckled stopping slightly behind my left side, I could just barely see him by looking over my shoulder. "Some punk kid?"

    "Not just me, and I'm not some punk kid." I shot back, spinning on my heel to face him drawing my sword at the same time. I held it loose to my side, the black metal of the blade sharpened to a silver luster.

     "Oh, so you have an army, alright then," He stated crossing his arms in front of his body. "Where are they?"

     "I don't have one yet, but there has to be others willing to put their lives on the line to get out of the hell we're living in." I shot back, his head cocked to the side, crossing his arms he narrowed his eyes at the sword I held. "Living in fear, hiding, pretending that we are living our lives to fullest while they rule over us."

"Better check yourself, talk like that will put you in the stocks. Or worse, you'll be rounded up like cattle." He chuckled. "So tell me, what's some kid like you got planned, say you get your army, then what? Can you train men to fight? Do you even know how to fight, besides the occasional spat in the forest. Do you have a massive weapons cache?"

"Yes, I can fight." I scoffed back. "And we can find weapons, finds things to use as weapon, people aren't as defenseless as they think."

"So you say, but when they were woken the earth had a whole lot more weapon, things a bit more power the that little fire poker you got there. And it did have highly trained fighters at its disposal, you see what the outcome was." He remarked, he was walking slowly toward me, onyx eyes holding my own. His body still remained loose, casual, his gait was confident, making me uneasy. "So tell me, what makes you so different?"

He stood less then foot in front of me, I hadn't realized how tall he was till he was this close and he towered over me. His shoulders squared up, his posture straight, there was nothing threatening about him but yet his presence sent every alarm bell in my head off.

"Because I actually want something different. And I'm willing to fight for it."

@devilbat @kitkatkl

[insomniac-hours]

01 // Witch

This is part of my Yantober writing list Rory the Witch

TW; yandere behavior (very tame tbh), mentions of potions and spells, cheating mentions, nothing horrible if we're honest

Witch Yandere that falls in love with you when you stumble into his small shop, completely lost after a terrible forest picnic date gone wrong.

Wide red eyes, shocked as you stare back, before running around the counter and offering you a glass of water.

They enjoy the few moments they had with you, offering you some snacks and lemonade before guiding you out of the forest.

He sees you again a week later as he's gathering ingredients for his potions, a basket held in his hands full of herbs, flowers, crystals, and small jars with various liquids.

Witch Yandere that wants to spend more time with you and asks you to visit him, offering a Tarot reading free of charge.

Witch Yandere that offers to teach you how to make potions in hopes of you coming back, teaching you divinations and easy spells to help you with everyday life.

Witch Yandere that learns more and more about you the more often you begin visiting.

You have a shitty boyfriend that puts no effort into your relationship.

You have a sick pet and are getting more and more worried by the day.

A friendship of yours is in shambles and you don't know how to fix it.

Witch Yandere that helps you from the sidelines, offering you a potion for your pet, helping you figure out a way to fix your friendship and offering a spell to get your friend to open up about what bothers them.

Sneaking you a potion for your boyfriend.

"It'll make him be honest with you," he said, "You should be able to have an actual adult converstion now."

Witch Yandere that struggles to hide their smugness when you come back in tears the next day, crying about how your boyfriend was indeed honest and told you he was seeing someone else.

Witch Yandere that is normally selfless, focusing on anyone but himself, that can't help wanting something for himself now. So much so that he is able to convince you to move into his cottage.

Witch Yandere that keeps you company and puts you first at all times. Bringing you small trinkets whenever he goes out to gather ingredients, offering you breakfast, lunch and dinner daily.

Hobbies that you have will be encouraged, whether art, writing, gaming, photography, he'll try his best to indulge you.

If you're fond of gardening, you can bet he'll let you tend to his garden.

Witch Yandere that is so in love with you and aches for your love but refuses to try and force it with a potion.

He wants you to want him without anything influencing it, desperate for you to truly need him the way he needs and wants you.

[agirlwiththoughtsandnegativity]

I give up I give up I give up why do you have to write to write? why can’t I just imagine my writing and it appears on the page? WHY IS IT SO HARD TO WRITE WHEN I LOVE WRITING!?

[artifex-nb-2000]

what a fool I am

to keep hoping

that something might happen

between us.

a fools imagination

that might make me lose my mind

about you

reading into your words

that may not mean anything.

dumb crush

making me a fool

I wish you were one to

N.B.

🌻

[yumenoyousei]

I asked for a commission of my DC OC Shay from @jnephrite and look at my girl!! 😭 She so pretty I can't even😭😭😭 Always loved @jnephrite art so seeing Shay in hers is a blessing 🙏🏾

And since the fic is almost halfway through posting, I thought, might as well introduce Shay properly!

Full name: Shay Michelle Frank (♀) Occupation: Graphic Designer / YouTuber Height: 5'9"  Birthday: September 16th  ☀Virgo 🌙Aries ⬆Aquarius Proud African American/Haitian & Gothamite  Hobbies: Poetry, Arts, Rap/R&B music, help the Gotham North Community Center, Discover new artists (both musically and visual arts)

Shay was born and raised in Gotham, close to the infamous Crime Alley, by her maternal grandmother, Marie-Monique "Manmi Mo" Antoine, and with her 3 years older brother Zachary "Zee" Frank. Her mother died of childbirth (she had had complications with Zee which was why she was hospitalized when pregnant with Shay) so her whole family distrusted the American health system. This is why when her grandmother was diagnosed with cancer, they didn't go to the hospital and only went to the illegal clinic. (Also; money.) Her father is unknown. 

Ever since young, she went to the Gotham North Community Center, mostly run by the Black and Latinx communities of the Crime Alley neighbourhood. Her grandmother would teach the children about mostly Black literature but also all sorts of arts which is why Shay is such a creative person. That's also where she met Jason Todd for the first time when she was around 4-5.

Her brother very early on started to "run the streets" and started to hang out with bad crews, but always had his heart on his sleeves. He just couldn't find other ways to get money to make sure Shay had the right education/a chance away from crime.

Her grandma died when she was almost 17 and her brother died not even 4 weeks later (2 weeks after her 17th birthday) because of a dispute between gangs. (Allegedly) 

After her grandma and Zee died, she went to live in Metropolis with her second-degree cousin, Jennifer Antoine, until she graduated from university. Even when in Metropolis, she would go as much as she could back to Gotham to see her people/help the center.

She started a YouTube channel talking about Gotham's art and musical scene to change people's persepective of Gotham after too many people at Metropolis U "pitied" her for being a Gothamite. 

As soon as she was about to graduate, she applied to work at Wayne Entreprise back in Gotham. She got a job as a graphic designer and moved back to her city.

At the start of the fic, "Awakening in Gotham", she is 22 and has been working at WE for almost a year.

Read more about Shay (and her love story with Jason) on AO3! (Trying to update every week!)

Random notes about Shay:

As I wrote in the fic's notes, the first reason for creating Shay was: who the fuck would stay in Gotham that isn't a criminal and/or a vigilante??

So I created a black girl who loves her community and sees all it could be while being very conscious of what it is and its dangers. Then I went, hey! she'd be good with Jason while I was starting my Jason Todd Thirst so obv my fic turned into romance. lol

The name comes from Belgian rapper Shay, Montreal-based singer Shay Lia, and Haitian Montreal-based singer Shah Frank. As I was creating Shay I was obsessed with all three of them and the name Shay Frank wouldn't leave me.

Ngl, I gave a lot of me to Shay; like her Haitian roots and GAD but very quickly she went her own way and grew in this character I'm proud of. I'd like to say I also gave her my music taste but she is way more into hip-hop than me and she rejects most of my pop playlists (sadly).

Because Shay was based on me, all her entourage I created is based on people in my rl. lol

I also absolutely wanted her to be friends with Bernard because I absolutely love Bernard (and Bat SO who are civilians? Tim and Jason bonding over the fact their SO are the only civilians in the Batfam?! So many fun things to do!!)

Zee is also a character that I love, based on one of my favourite cousins, and I got lowkey mad at myself halfway through that he was dead. So I have an AU where he didn't die in my head lol 

I'd like to write a oneshot of it when I'm done with this fic.

Last fun fact about Shay that I wasn't able to put in fic yet: all the rogues annoy her (mostly because they cause mayhem that cancel events) but she madly respects Poison Ivy because of her convictions and: "is she wrong tho?" 

I have a lot of other small notes about Shay and the Shay-verse but I'll post the rest when the fic is completed!

EDIT 2024-10-04: I completely forgot to add the link to the post fic notes! So if you read Awaking in Gotham do check those other notes!

[the-heartlines]

the claiming

cregaemma | dd:dne | 2.1k w.

{cregan x aemma velaryon (jace’s twin oc) for @lambsblood}

Aemma felt the wolf's hot breath filter across her face, his sharp claws digging into her throat harshly and she couldn’t breathe, feeling all his weight, his fur against her feverish skin. His gigantic size seized her frozen with fear and she trembled against him, knowing he would be stronger, quicker, meaner. “You will never be able to leave me, Aemma. Never.” Cregan said low, loud in her head, his voice luring her into a deep dark pool of desire that made her belly lurch, knotting into tense ropes that would only worsen with each passing anxious moment. “Your brother will never take you from me, you belong to me and only me.” He growled possessively, ripe and palpable like the iron scent of the dark scarlet dripping from her neck now, like crimson pulp from a pomegranate. 

[eve-e-jane]

As someone who’s (relatively) new to Tumblr, I often forget that likes don’t count for much around here. This place was meant for sharing- reblogs are the way to go. Reblog everything you like! You never know who may find their new favorite artist/writer because of your reblog!! Always, always remember to reblog.

[ashton-the-draconid]

The people seemed to like Buddy as a drake, so, time to do more of that, this time with Chase's design! >:) (Please ignore any spelling mistakes I'm begging you)

For those of you who aren't able to read the text, I'll list it below along with some additional information! - Chase ShockWave / Shiver ShockWaves are highly social dragons who live lives similar to many crocodilians. Their main prey is fish, however, they won't hesitate to pick off something smaller. They use their electric powers, which they gain from absorbing sunlight through their photoscales, to sense movement through the water before sending a burst of energy to stun the prey before they swallow it whole with their jaw that can split open (Chase does not have this feature). They are extremely touchy with members of their flock or clan, using their photo scales to transfer energy as a friendly greeting! Shivers are mostly solitary dragons who have an instinctual love for all things metallic and shiny, however, they're also known to be excellent crafters. Though quite stubborn, if a Shiver takes a liking to something, they do everything in their power to protect it, even if it's something living! Gift-giving is in every Shiver's nature, and a good sign of trust is being given or even made a special item by these dragons. With their hot breath, being one of only 3 dragons who can breathe fire, they are no easy prey despite being the smallest species. They fight their battles hard, using everything to their advantage. Their unique ability of being able to send chills through a dragon by locking eyes with them, temporality paralyzing them out of mental fear, is something still being studied. - Buddy Lochin / CastGloom Lochins are the only drake species within the world, and they are the most resourceful of all draconic life. With their ability to shapeshift, they love playing tricks on both friend and foe. Consuming even the tiniest bit of blood, skin, scales, even bones can allow them to mimic any dragon almost perfectly, almost. Though they cannot maintain this form for long, as their need for moisture causes their disguise to fail as soon as they become too wet or dry. Most Lochins live a purely underwater life however, living among large pods where they work together to hunt fish, crabs, urchins, and many other sea life which they crack open with their well developed beaks. They use the patterns on their body as a way of communication, showing off, and intimidation, which each Lochin's pattern being a genetic mix up from their parents! CastGlooms are a sister species of the ShockWave, both coming from the same "true" species of SplitJaw. Just like ShockWaves, CastGlooms go after small prey which they swallow whole. However, that's where their similarities end really. They lunge from the shadows that conceal their bodies like portals, pinning down prey before delivering a fatal blow with their strong arms and swallowing it whole. With incredible paitience, they can track down anything they set their mind to, all while observing undetected. These dragons thrive on the element of surprise, their dark coloration keeping them hidden until a moment too late for whatever they have their sight set on. Though CastGlooms are not the most friendly or caring of dragons, winning the affection will make them show great loyalty, even in the face of moral challenges other dragons would gladly choose themselves over.

This is a series I've had for over 5 years now, and I enjoy turning characters I love into dragons to put into the world. Though I have my own story and characters to share too! Please, feel free to ask away any questions you have, I love sharing my creations. Whether it be about Dragon!Chase / Buddy / Deacon, another fandom I'm in, or my own story.

[blurmyface4]

Friendship

Beautiful like a rose

Painful like thorns

Friendship

Its beautiful for photos

Like roses

But photos dont really show the thorns

My friendships are always like that

I pose with the rose for a photo

But i bleed from the thorns

And no one sees it

my bloody demon<3

[leathr-blr]

glad i havent forgotten how to draw in my art style

[kathuku]

I honestly hope that whatever you think you like is actually what you like and not what you have been programmed into liking.

~k~

[naeemajusthasthoughts]

Fragmentation

You want me to speak tell my story watch me bleed, though my silence tells it all You tell me you want to know me more, hiding the feelings within Your true face lost in countless memories cradled my mind in regret, but honestly if I truly spoke there would only ever be lies protecting the innocent mind. I lost myself somewhere in the essence of unused time, fought only for the crumbs of your love settled in the unknown lies. I don't think you ever wanted to know me My voice would be too damning.

[artifex-nb-2000]

I grew up in a scary world

but I was never scared

the haunted houses in which we lived

the people who may hurt me

the screaming of family

the people who leave me

me almost dying

heights...spiders.. roaches...bugs..bees

all those things and more scary things

but I got over it in a few seconds

but you

you scare me everyday

I'm scared you will drift away

I'm scared you will stop talking to me

I'm scared you will go away one day

I'm terrified of you

that we will never even get the chance

to talk to you outside of the screen

N.B.

🌻

[aphrodites-serenade]

An apology to— myself

Oh body of mine, how I've battered you.

And yet you still make sure my heart beats.

–

I promise you over and over that I'll get better.

I'm sorry, I say, I can't help the way I think. 

–

I pick this body apart, piece by piece, as if it'll change anything 

And as if I can rearrange anything. 

Why couldn't you have been shaped like those other girls, I ask, looking at the mirror.

–

I've put you through terrible outbursts of mine. 

And you suffer the most due to my self-consciousness.

–

With time, my body will grow tired of me. 

It will give out, like every other body. 

It can work as hard as it can, but it can not keep me young. 

–

But for now, my body refuses to give up on me. 

It tries to make everything work despite my constant blunders.

–

It's too kind, really.

I gave up on myself a long time ago.

[fluffyydumplings]

I Couldn’t Love You Anymore

[kash-n]

I changed my name last year, I made sure everyone knew what to not call me,

divinity has cursed me to be stained, and to be ridden of.

fear took the passenger seat with rage on the wheel,

they hurt me, and they called it love.

they hurt me, and I never made it stop.

and maybe that's why I let them pull me into the deep end, and that's why they said I ruined it all when really, they ruined me.

my name was a slur when they said it. and it hurt to hear, it made my ears bleed red.

So I changed my name 9 months ago hoping I could have a rebirth.

but I have been ruined. I have been stained.

I changed my name because I couldn't stand to hear it out of anyone's mouth.

I have been stained.

I changed it because it hurt to be me.

I have been ruined.