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why every time I get an angsty yandere idea it always applies to gojo the best :(((
#I can’t write him normal for the life of me#and the one time I did I HATEDDDD IT!!!!!#til this day I can’t even reread it which is RARE#bc I never like to think my writing is bad#but good lordt I’m not a fan of the one time I wrote him relatively normal LOL#and I wanna write this idea but#1. I’m supposed to be on a hiatus and I know if I focus on this I wrote write#my original ongoing story#and 2. every time I write for him it always ends up being so LONGGGGG#I can never write a quick 3k word fic of him#it has to be evolving and long winded and explained that this mf is STRANGE in an unsettling yet charming way#lordt help me#I don’t even wanna write it rn either cause I’ve been doing my finals#and I’m sick of staring at my goddamn computer#I complain so much sorry#—in store chit chat! 🍫
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🚨 PSA FOR MY COLORADO HOMIES 🚨
If you live in an apartment complex or have a mail locker of any kind
GET YOUR MAIL EVERY DAY.
Colorado mail lockers all use the same master key and that key has been stolen. Mail theft is on the rise. My apartment's mailboxes have been broken into 3 times and management never told us. I did not find out until I walked into the mailroom and found a bunch of lockers open and empty.
I recently applied for my passport. When you do that they mail you back your identifying documents. My fucking original birth certificate and my new credit card were both stolen out of my mailbox this weekend.
The only thing you can do to prevent theft from your mailroom is to get your mail every single day.
#Dont be like me and check it once a week#Our security camera is broken too#I'm so mad#PSA#mail theft#colorado#this is my karen origin story#im sending so many heated emails#managament has a fucking responsibility to warn residents of ongoing crimes like this
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Day 6 OCtober: Past
These two are the characters currently knitting souls for the multiverse. I haven’t figured out their name as of yet. The one to the left is the child of god, and the other is gods creation. God is not our god, more like a creator. He is the creator of their world. They are the creators of my multiverse.
Basic premise behind them is that god created a world for his wife filled with wonderful things, and filled with humans. Humans killed his wife and as punishment he removes their will. His child visits earth against gods wishes (simple teenage rebellion), befriends a girl and vows to show her what love is. This leads to an ever changing plot that sometimes involves Pandora’s box, the Apple, or whatever religious symbolism I’m into that week. TLDR is that humans gain sentience. Gods creation falls in love with gods child. They try to run away but in the end they’re captured.
So now all they have to do is create universes and knit souls in the prison god hold them in. Watching their creations get destroyed for all eternity by an angry god. Sometimes I’ll add a side plot that the souls get taken for some sort of civil war. Nothing is particularly concrete yet.
#I’ll probably reblog this post to add a the ongoing creation story tomorrow#it’s like 12am#I’m from New Zealand so if you’re wondering why I post before the dates that’s why#time zones exists and all that#shit art#artblr#bweirdoctober#my ocs#oc tober#original character
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I've been busy with holiday stuff and new employment stuff and moving the rest of my clothes out of my old room stuff but I'm not abandoning you guys just yet. Here is a hand for proof. You get the au origin story next <3
#I will just leave this without filtering tags#the origin story will be multiple parts and slightly nicer style than the rest of the comics#maybe I will make a masterlist after... in the plot's chronological order#I've never stayed in one fandom long enough to reaaally have an ongoing au but. I will try#I really did like this one and now that I can do it justice I must share my joy#btw I don't have enough shame to not use the current audience I have to bring attention to my ocs also. so expect them as well <3
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Literally gripping execs by the neck I will never give you my money again. Unless it isn't a reboot/remake. I will not hatewatch. I will not EVEN pirate. I don't care anymore and I will do everything in my power to encourage and educate my peers and anyone who will listen to me rant about this. I WILL donate to artists and writers who provide content. I will go to theaters to watch films which are Your Industry Doing What It Is Supposed To Do.
#i AM going to see Saw X- the exception to this - because it is not a reboot#it is a continuation of an ongoing story/addition to the context of a narrative i am invested in#and i have read a bit from one of the screenwriters that is him talking about it. & it seems#he cares about not just the source material but telling a unique new story with the existing world#however. this goes QUADRUPLE for children's movies#i will not ever again give my money to another loveless shameless reboot or retelling#with no respect or love for the original story#again cinderella 2015 can stay because of MANY reasons#but aside from that... i dont know yall#i need to put my money where my mouth is here#its not like i was already spending a ton watching reboots. i dont and i havent.#but i need to have a POLICY about it now#if i want to watch a reboot i better be prepared to write an essay about why and make it good . lol.#just make new shit you guys. just make an effort. just do your jobs. whatever#rant
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RE!n is essentially an "everything's the same but _" au up until dragons rising. Everything's the same but Zane has Changed in Ways They Do Not Understand after s11 but he's intentionally adhering to the timeline. He'll randomly let someone live or escape, just mumbling things about the future and timelines. Then Dragons Rising happens and his entire being just goes no. However I have decided that I like the plot of DR so s1 gets to stay
#zane ninjago#RE!n au#hue speaks#I do desperately want to make like a fic or something but like.#this guy is from a longform rp with an ongoing story that diverged pretty quickly from my original idea
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Chapter 4: In the Middle of Night
Unsure of where I stand currently, I quietly follow behind the bandit shorty. I don’t even see the point of asking his name; him giving a truthful answer seems unlikely. I can’t help tugging at my hair as I say my goodbyes to it as we walk. I don’t recall hair magic being often mentioned in the original story, but perhaps I just hadn’t gotten to it yet. Before I was thrown into this world head first. Practical wise it could just be sold to an artisan to do with what they like. Or this guy just has some sort of link to a hair fetish community; can’t help cringing at the thought of that. Staring at the back of his head where his own hair is messily tied back. It might need a comb but his hair is thick and wavy, it seems much nicer than mine.
As if feeling my eyes, he spares a glace back at me. “Whatever your scheming, can you stop before you stare right through me.”
I widen my stride to catch up to him, “What do you mean schemes?! I’m the one who was robbed and stranded thanks to you.”
“pft- Acting as if your so helpless. I’m still not buying’ it, or should I not count the wounds from that damn bird and you”. He lifts his crudely wrapped arm, practically shoving it in my face.
I can feel my face twitch as before I know it, we’ve begun bickering back and forth. Fighting proving a way to pass the time. The once quiet trek now noisy as we throw accusations back and forth until the sun begins to fall. I expect the bandit to stop but he pushes on, as it gets darker, I begin stumbling more unable to see the forest floor clearly now. I half expect this to be apart of some trick until a sudden flooding of purple light surround us. The dagger in his hand is the source of the light; he offers his other hand to help me up. I have no choice but to stick closer to him, often still catching my self on his shoulder when the roots of the trees trip me. The faint glow from the dagger helps but not enough to make travelling in the dark a real option. I begin to slow down feeling the deep need to quit moving and rest. His rough hand grabs my wrist and he stubbornly drags me further. It pisses me off but I’m getting too tired to care.
The moon comes into view as we come to a break in the trees, a small hut sits in the clearing just visible with the moonlight. A tired grunt of relief comes from him as he pulls me into the hut before finally letting me go. I sit down where I stand, while he uses the dagger’s glow to search for a proper lantern to light. The warm golden glow of a fire light stretches across me as he lights a fire pit in the center of the room. The hut proves bigger than I could tell in the dark, a neat fire place at its center. A hole in the top peak of the ceiling lets the rising smoke out as the fire begins warming the room. I still can’t quiet find the energy to move from my spot by the doorway. Perhaps I’ll find the will to crawl a bit closer to the fire and warm up, but my eyes feel heavy. A smack to my right shoulder only barley keeps me from falling asleep. I hear an annoying voice go from mocking to worried, followed by a sudden sense of weightlessness. When my head hits something incredibly soft everything fades to black.
The smell of something cooking rouses me from my deep sleep, a stinging ache follows not long after from my right shoulder. I bury my face further into the furs I’m lying in as I open my eyes, I shift in the fur cocoon I seem to be wrapped in. Trying to move my right arm shoots pain down my back, I let out a few curses looking around to place my pains blame on someone. Looking guilty the bandit stirs a pot that’s been placed over the fire. When my cursing subsides, he finally glances at me.
Casting his eyes back when our eyes meet. “I’d favour that side a bit, I had to stich you’ a few times. The pots nearly done cooking; I’ll help you up so you can have a bite.”
I’m somewhat taken aback by the sudden U-turn in treatment. He was the whole reason I’d ended up walking half a day through a un traveled forest. Why the sudden guilt now? Unsure of how much I could trust him I carefully sat up on my own, winching a few times when I moved wrong. My shirts are gone; I throw a suspicious glance in the bandit’s general direction. Then try to get a look at my shoulder, which had been covered in wrapping.
“Can’t listen to me for even a moment- Fine I get it, that’s fair. Don’t remove the bandages, the herbs I had to use on you aren’t easy to- “, he seems to stop himself glancing my way again.
If the pain in my shoulder and my tired legs didn’t leave me feeling so drained despite just waking up, I’d nearly want to laugh. This cocky bandit was channeling a puppy who’d just destroyed the couch. Though the couch in this case was my back, the very back I realised, that I’d thrown in front of a dagger. Ah, that’s why. If it hadn’t been due to his dagger, I’m sure he would have tried charging me for his nursing services. My throat feels dry as I try to speak, the guilty party scoops out a bowl and brings it over to the pile of furs I’m lying in.
I take a cautious sip the warm broth, “So you stab me, rob me and I get soup in return.”
“Well, you did jump in front of it, how was I supposed to know you’re a lunatic. Prioritize yourself next time, save me some trouble,” he grumbles but hovers around me. Dark circles around his eyes hint that I was the only one who got any sleep.
“Are you really blaming me?? You and your dumb friends were the ones who broke my ride.”
“If that damn bird hadn’t dived at me, I wouldn’t have even used my dagger!”
“Oh, do people not usually try and protect themselves. So sorry for putting up a fight,” my snarky voice seems to bring him relief as his shoulder begin to relax a bit.
“Division carriages never come this way, I guess me and my lads were a bit too eager. The first time it passed by there was clearly no one in it, I didn’t really plan on you being in there at all.” He doesn’t look my way but I assume this is the closest he gets to an apology.
I must admit, for experiencing a classic bandit robbery a few stiches weren’t the worst outcome for a helpless side character like me. The bandit leader next to me didn’t seem cut-out for the cutthroat role he was playing.
“How about, instead of just trying to steal from the division you go and get yourself recruited instead,” perhaps I can lead this young man on a better path; like a quest giving npc.
He retorts, “I was going to ask you to join my crew. Your sneaky cunning shouldn’t go to waste.”
His comment surprises me as I choke on the soup, “What do you mean by that, huh.”
“Ai don’t pretend to be all innocent now, I suffered first hand at your plots. The entire time we’ve been around each other the only time you showed me your back was to trick me! I might have noticed your wound sooner if you let your guard down for even a second.”
Now he’s back to scolding me? I really can’t get a grasp on this guy’s character at all. Perhaps unconsciously I did keep my right side away from him, but I’m not some crafty rouge. I’m supposed to be a comedic relief support character, at most I might end up in a few towers that my sister will have to save me from. I hand him back the empty soup bowl which he refills and begins to eat from himself, this hut must be one of their hideout spots only stocked with a few necessities.
“I have to ask, did you even leave your group a note.” He pauses the bowl leaving his lips.
“Leading any possible people out of the forest for a fee was a possible outcome. They shouldn’t be worried.”
“Oh yeah. Even though since we both got hurt, there might be blood all about the carriage site. Huh? Did you think of what that might look like to them?”
He looks at me wide eyed, “I really need you in my crew. You think of everything.”
“I’m scared of bugs; I wouldn’t last in the woods more than a day.”
“Ah come on, scared of a few butterflies,” he teases.
“Yes, I hate those little freaks. Disgusting, can’t stand them.” I speak firmly looking him straight in the eyes.
The laughter that bursts from him is childlike and reckless, he nearly spills his bowl as he falls to the floor. After we finish eating, he cleans up the pot and comes to lay down in the furs. He hands me a rather nice looking inner and outer shirt before closing his eyes as if to sleep. I carefully manage to get the clothing on, this time he knows better then to offer to help me.
“These threads are much nicer that the ones I was wearing,” I say aloud only half asking.
He opens one eye glancing at me, “The ones you were wearing had too much blood on them. Can’t bring you to town looking like that.”
I don’t see a reason to complain when he adds, “Those clothes are yours, you know. I took them out of your bag.”
Ah I had avoided going through the original Orion’s bag, I guess a spare change of clothes being in there is to be expected. The fabric is cool and smooth, what you would expect from an ex well off family’s son. I stay quiet for a bit and let the bandit rest for the remainder of the morning. I don’t waste my energy wandering around and stay sitting in my spot on the pile of furs; only when the sun seems to move higher in the sky do I disturb him.
“You might as well cut my hair and stash it while were here. How much farther is the nearest city? My legs might end up hurting more then my shoulder at the rate we were walking.”
He replies smoothly making me wonder if he was milking his nap for as long as I would let him.
“It’s just an hour away now, this hideout is right at the edge of the forest. If we hadn’t gotten here in the night, you might have been able to see the main Divisions Mountain in the distance.”
“Then come on. Give me my free hair cut and then I can get out of yours.”
He slowly gets up lazily moving he collects a few things before coming back to sit behind me. He does trim my hair; I’m relieved scissors exist in this world and he’s not just hacking away with his dagger. He doesn’t take nearly as much as I expect him to. Even taking the time to neatly braid and tie back my hair. It still falls a bit past my shoulders while tied, but I’m happy to have it completely out of my way. Sabine had seemed to find my messy attempt at tying it back an injustice to the long hair. So, she’d made a point of only tying enough to keep it out of my face and letting the rest fall prettily. The bandit’s method felt more practical, and I gave a few approving pats to my hair when he was done.
Seeming proud of his work he gave a few gentle tugs to the hair tie, “Now your hair suits my crew. Since you aren’t ‘anyone special’ to the Division just stick around.”
I could tell he was still curious about who I was to the Division, perhaps his incessant propositions were apart of getting me to talk. I stood up and turned to him, giving a spin I walked to the doorway. He let out a sigh but didn’t seem surprised at how I brushed off his offer.
“I might be nobody but I think I owe the Willow Division a thank you in person.”
“A thank you, what could they have done for you?” He gets up putting out the embers of the fire.
“I was sick and they helped” -I won’t mention it was at the request of the protagonist- “It seems like a group that just does that sort of thing. They can’t be all that bad.”
Finished packing up the bandit joins me at the doorway, “I’ll have to keep that in mind. Come on this way. If you’re going to keep tripping over every root just walk beside me.”
We chat comfortably now as we walk, he continues to try and scout me. I try selling him the idea that he seemed more then capable to try joining a different path. We even talk about the Division; he lives close enough to it he knows all the local rumours. I share a bit of what I know, trying my best to avoid mentioning my knowledge comes from the source material of this world. I guess the ordinary people don’t know much about what the Division does. Stories about how it’s a group full of powerful people who horde secrets seem to do the adventuring guild an injustice. Calling them well trained students who go around collecting information and solving the odd problem, is a much closer summary.
When we finally come to a well traveled rocky path. The mountain the division has carved its home into, rises from the tree line. It seems that the bandit takes me on a tour of the small cities’ outer limits, the town is the biggest I’ve seen. People bustling around the markets as vendors sell their wares. I have no desire to dive into such a busy throughfare but enjoy watching curiously from a distance. The bandit makes no move to part ways and seems to enjoy watching me stare around dazed at the city folk. Before I realise it, we spend a few more hours walking around before he delivers me right to the base of the mountain.
A Large carved gateway declares the entrance to the Willow Divisions head quarters, a few ornate looking roof tops can be seen peaking out from the moss-covered rocks and trees that occupy the edges of the mountain. I turn to offer a half sarcastic thank you to the bandit, but he has already gone without a word. I scoff, such a sudden disappearance suits him. Perhaps he’s rightly gained a fear of the danger pigeon delivery birds that live in the Division.
I stare a bit longer at the unfamiliar trees that smell rich and oddly comforting. I let out a heavy breath before walking past the gate and up to the guard house. Somewhere further in this mountain keep is the main protagonist of this world; as well as all her friends, suitors, and their troubles.
#my sister is the protagonist#msitp#MSITP#ongoing story#original story#writers on tumblr#isekai#portal fantasy#polyamory#queer story#queer writers#transmasc character#transmigration
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I started writing another post that did More Details but I lost steam on it but I also don't Don't wanna post about it so I'm gunna talk about some silly Vile things in the Tags that I just spent like 40 mins in front of the mirror coming up with
#monster noises#for those who don't know or have forgotten#Vile is the current title for my ongoing attempt to write/re-create Flesh and Hot Iron as an original work as closely as possible#without simply being resi8 but with fancy new shoes on#I've made some headway#trying to focus more on the things I can be Excited about changing than worrying over what I may Loose in the process#and hoping that will reveal to me ways I can Preserve the things I'm worried about loosing#but long story short the main thing I want to talk about is I think#while no one Else is gunna be 'Related'#(the Mother part of the Mother Miranda narrative is no more here.. I mean generally that whole narrative is gone#but Specifically the 'lords' aren't Siblings anymore)#I Do think Karl and Donna are gunna be Actually related#I just think that would be Fun and Complicated#and I love Fun and Complicated#also think her Re-name is gunna be Dahlia..#Dahlia the Horticulturalist...#though That's one of those things that i feel is going to Immediately give away the source material here if I leave her like#Plant Lady#Alcina (Marian? possibly?) is getting morphed and maneuvered into being a Biologist cause I think that's a reasonable fit#but even with that throwing things off I think#Engineer Artist Doctor Horticulturalist Biologist is Still gunna read as Village to someone with a Keen eye but who knows...#long way to go still... long way to go#and still No idea what I'm gunna call Karl because not calling him Karl and putting him next to Lazarus feels So so wrong#but I'm sure we'll stumble into something#anyway I'm sure this reads only as total nonsense cause it's like#ten pieces I've put together of a 10000 piece puzzle but heY
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I know it’s been a bit since this all happened but seeing people say, after having watched the second Shazam movie, that they wanted a Mary spin-off, and then finally actually watching the movie myself was so strange for me.
because I would have assumed that, as someone that’s already really invested in Mary but was also not expecting much of anything too substantial from these movies and was excited to see her depiction anyway, I would be the easiest person possible to please with her portrayal as long as she wasn’t characterized in a way that actively contradicted how I view her, which would then really bother me. but then I really didn’t care about her at all in the movie. it wasn’t that her usage in the story bothered me so much as that it didn’t really prompt a response from me in the first place.
because her problems exist in the beginning of the movie and then nothing specific happens with her regarding them for the rest of it, they only serve to prompt a specific reaction from Billy as a part of his arc, and for me that’s a situation that inherently cannot make her compelling as a character.
I know that part of this is that people went into the movie with specific expectations about how her character would be used from how she was used in the first movie, as well as that the existence of The New Champion of Shazam! (2022) has provided essentially evidence not much of that a spin-off where she goes to college is going to happen but of that it would be a good idea for it to happen, because that something happened in a comic book is often used to mean ergo it should be used in the live-action adaptation because it would be satisfying to see it made into live-action, regardless of how what’s already been done in live-action has or hasn’t set it up for that to be a satisfying direction for that story as a stand-alone work without the context of the comics.
and I do personally really want to see Mary’s life when she’s away at college actually fully realized in a story, but that’s because New Champion convinced me of the potential in that concept and then didn’t fully deliver on it, not the movies, and I don’t necessarily want to see that happen in the live-action format. I’d actually rather see it in the comic book format. which is all to say that I’m not bothered at all that it’s looking like we’re not going to be getting any more of these movies.
#the threads here that extend beyond my response to Mary’s usage in Fury of the Gods specifically#is that now that the comic iteration of Billy that was introduced in the New 52 reboot is all said and done#as the comics are moving away from that characterization and I don’t expect them to return to it#and the movie-verse that adapted it is ending#I’m leaning towards that its biggest crime was being poorly-executed and therefore an uncompelling story#and not my disapproval of the direction the character was taken in#because the 2012 origin story is despite that a solid story#on its own and not as a commentary on the character’s prior history#and then everything published between then and the 2018 follow-up ongoing#was seemingly incapable of doing anything interesting with that specific iteration#and just kept having him have the same problems that he had at the beginning of the origin story#and demonstrating him getting over them again and again#which is inherently doomed but even so happened in progressively less interesting ways#and then the 2018 follow-up ongoing to the origin story could really have not have fumbled harder#because while being overall poorly written and drawn#it refused to commit to the concept originally introduced in the origin story#as well as the conflict that was introduced in the ongoing#which was that Billy was experiencing conflicted feelings about his family#except no not really at no point in time was there actual conflicted feelings being had#in favor of something that maybe was more palatable to more people but was doomed by being hollow and boring#like I stopped following the book as it was coming out not because I was so bothered by it#but because I couldn’t be bothered to take the time to read it when I could spend my time reading better comics#all of which lead to the situation of this version of the character’s conclusion in Revenge of the Gods#where it’s just a repeat of the only conflict that anyone’s ever been willing to commit to with him#that he’s inexperienced as a superhero and is only playing at it and doesn’t know what he’s doing#which is also doomed because it gets less and less convincing the more times that story is told#and so the more we've seen him accumulate experience#also I’m not satisfied by superficial references to comics canon in live-action adaptations#it has to work as its own compelling story or I just don’t care and will continue to only be invested in the comics#my posts
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Little OC dump here.
This is Miyuki, a snow woman who refuses to conform to the stereotypes her kind has— she’s loud, brash, confident, expressive and has a temper to boot. Miyuki will never turn her back on someone who needs help and won’t hesitate to jump into a fight to help out (many would say she’s always particularly quick to resort to fighting), however this also leads to her often butting her nose into places where it may not be actually wanted. Miyuki only means well!!
Despite being a snow woman, Miyuki has never shown her ice abilities, instead relying purely on her impressive physical strength (and unusually tall stature) that will put even many of the boys to shame. The wrestling club has tried many times to recruit her into their ranks, but she has thus far continued to reject them. The only way you can actually tell she’s a snow woman, is by her ice cold skin and the heart necklace which helps regulate her body temperature and sounds an alarm when Miyuki’s body temperature becomes too high. If her body temperature is too high for too long, she will begin to slowly melt away until there’s nothing left. In that situation, a week in the frosty mountains will set her straight (or a freezer will work too).
Everyone assumes that Miyuki doesn’t use her ice abilities due to her natural overwhelming strength, but perhaps there’s more to the story than what meets the eye..?
Boy-crazy is certainly not how one would describe the tomboy Miyuki, and they would be right to say so, however this doesn’t mean she doesn’t desire a little romance in her life. The only problem is: everyone sees her as one of the guys. Even tho she grew her hair out long and wears cute clothes (that won’t hinder her when she has to be athletic), nobody seems to treat her like the rest of the girls. Miyuki won’t change who she is for anybody… but she truly wishes someone would accept her as a girl.
#original art#original character#snow woman#anime style#this is an oc I’ve had for a very long time#she’s part of an ongoing story I’ve had in my head for years#not really a fashion person so excuse her clothes#nearly put her in a school uniform but I wanted to show a bit of her personality through the clothes she chooses to wear
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I was the most pretentious hater as a child, famously I did not approve of the 1938 film classic The Wizard of Oz because it was not a faithful adaptation of the book. The music is fine [eyeroll that seems physically impossible especially for an eight year old] but the book is just so much more interesting
One of the things you very quickly learn as an adult who's prepared to take kids' opinions on media seriously is that you're never too young to be a pretentious hater. Obviously your average six-year-old possesses neither the vocabulary nor the analytic framework to criticise a film as derivative or failing to commit to its own thematic premise, but sometimes these are very clearly the criticisms they're grasping for!
#I do stand by that - sort of#Also the origin point of my ongoing complaint of stories not committing to the bit#As in: it was all a dream#No! In the books Oz is 1000% a real place! Don't think about how or why - it simply is#Oops secret hater level unlocked#Adult Elaine can at least appreciate the movie for what it is and not need it to be the book#Return to Oz is the better *adaptation* tho#And I will still die on that hill
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The World Binder
Chapter 2: Accusations
It took her a while, but Rale had finally made it to the buildings she had seen from across the hill. Not knowing what to expect she entered what seemed to be a decently large village, although it seemed nearly abandoned which was odd, as even as the sun was low it couldn't be later then seven she reasoned.
After making her way around for a few minutes she started to hear what sounded like a party. Lots of people cheering and hollering and singing could be heard as Rale approached the source of the noise.
The crowd hushed as she approached but no one was looking at her. "What's going on?" Was all she could think to say before being shushed herself.
"At long last," Shouted a man standing near the opposite end of the crowd atop a box of some sort triumphantly. "we have caught the damned sorcerer who has plagued these lands for! He has been tried by the High Council of Rivermare, and found guilty of unlawful use of magic and terrorism against the crown!" A roar erupts from the crowd in agreement of the decision.
"Who are they talking about?" Rale asked a nearby villager.
"The Green Demon," the villager replied cheerily. "he's been going after the soldiers the king sent to keep the border settlements in check. I 'eard it took a whole battalion of men to bring him in.
"holy crap that's horrible!"
The man at the head of the crowd raised his hands as the people went quite again. "He has been sentenced to death by the Warden's Hand at dawn," The crowd gasped at this information. "and he will be held here until the morning so he may witness all he sought to destroy stand before him in defiance!"
The crowd cheered once more and began to disperse until only Rale remained. She had hidden herself from the view of this, 'Green Demon' behind one of the village houses, nervous to even look at what kind of person was capable of killing so many people. It took almost twenty minutes to build the courage enough to look at them. But when she did, she gasped at what lied before her.
Locked in the stocks was what looked like a man with long unkempt brown hair, clumps of blood left to dry in open air. His wrists bruised and bound by chains. His clothes torn, bloodied, and burned by the battle that did him in. But it was odd, he looked familiar in a way Rale couldn't explain to herself. While he looked awful, he also seemed out of place. His shirt was dense and looked soft, unlike anyone else she had yet seen. He was pale, seemingly untouched by the sun, far from what you would expect from a village like this. He almost looked like.
"Spencer!?" Rale shouted.
The man lifted his head slowly towards her, weakly shaking his head to move the hair from his eyes.
"Where did you hear that name." The man spoke weakly in his dry, raspy voice.
"What happened to you?"
"Why would you care?"
"Because when I saw you a few hours ago we were falling through rainbows or something. And now you're..."
"Wait," The man interrupted. "It can't be you."
"Who else could I be?"
"Rale?" The man, Spencer, lifted his head fully and look at Rale properly. "Where have you been for the last six months?"
"Stuck in a tree." Rale chirped "But what do you mean six months? It's only been 4 hours."
"That doesn't ma-" Spencer cut himself off mid though. "Nevermind, think you could get me out of here?"
"I'll take a look but only if you promise to explain why you killed those people."
"I sware I'll explain but you'll need to hear me out fully ok?"
"Fine." Rale huffed, eyeing the lock on the side of Spencer's stockade. She looked around to make sure nobody was watching before working at the lock.
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Chapter 3 will be posted once I've finished writing it.
#oc#original character#story#the world binder#artwork#chapter 3#ongoing#gonna be real chief i have no idea what i'm doing#this story has been in my head for like 5 years and i'm finally getting it out
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The start of Sprinkles journey on this Earth, even though he didn't yet appear in the prompt "UPRIGHT" on the 31.12.2022. But the background was, that through this Pic featuring the Dark Knight, a conversation with another artist on Sketchaday started, who had drawn a snake. And we chatted who is taller, this one or Batman. So somehow Sprinkles turned up in the next prompt "weekend" pls see next upload.
#my art#my oc art#my oc stuff#my oc character#sketchaday#buildupon#story#comic art#original comic#webcomic#webtoon#my comic#ongoing#artwork#art#artists on tumblr#digital artist#sprinkles#SprinklestheSpaceSnake#Sprinkles the Space Snake#Sprinkles the unique Space Snake#Sprinkles by David
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ᰔᩚ motherhood and matrimony - mlist ᰔ
ꨄ︎ pairing. au ceo! satoru gojo x single mom secretary fem! reader
ꨄ summary. satoru gojo, the arrogant and irresistible heir to a billion-dollar corporation and the son of your boss, the ceo... but when satoru’s father dies unexpectedly, his inheritance hinges on a stipulation: he must marry and have a child, but the child doesn't necessarily have to be his, right? together, you strike a deal: a fake marriage that promises financial stability for you and corporate control for him. as the lines between business and emotion blur, you must decide if your partnership is purely contractual or if it could evolve into something real.
ꨄ︎status. ongoing
ꨄ︎ warnings/tags. 18+ MDNI, nsfw, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, fake marriage, slow burn, smut, fluff, bit of angst, reader is single mom who recently broke off her engagement, satoru being a cute step dad, naoya is your crappy ex, some triggers of domestic abuse (it is emotional but it can be a bit suggestive/interpreted as physical, note this is from naoya not satoru)
ꨄ︎ words: currently 67k
ꨄ︎ a/n. hello ya'll, my name is aly and if you read my fic thank you so much from the bottom of my heart! this story really hit the ground running, originally it was a request from a lovely anon ♡ and apparently i cannot write short fics for the life of me because it turned into something big lol, halp.. i'm unsure how many chapters it will have because i am just seeing where the inspiration takes me :') i will update tags/warnings as the story progresses. thanks for reading <3 (also this will have a happy ending)
ꨄ︎ taglist: closed (ao3)
ꨄ series tags #mhm #motherhood and matrimony
♬︎ playlist
ꨄ︎ chapters
ch 1 // circumstances and commitments
ch 2 // under the spotlight
ch 3 // fractured realities
ch 4 // shadows of doubt
ch 5 // a leap of faith
ch 6 // drenched in truth
ch 7 // pending..
ꨄ︎ extra chapters
autumn special // harvesting happiness (read after ch 6)
#gojo satoru#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru x reader#jjk fanfic#gojo x reader#jjk gojo#jjk satoru#satoru smut#gojo smut#jjk x reader#satoru gojo#satoru angst#satoru x reader#satoru fluff#jujutsu gojo#jjk smut#jjk fanfiction#enemies to lovers#fake marriage#jujutsu satoru#satorugojo#jjk#jjk au
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˗ˏˋ My Love Note ´ˎ˗
“Bet you’re thinkin’ of me while he’s fucking you, huh?”
❧ Synopsis | In which Choso Kamo, your asshole of a best friend, starts to change after you get involved with a rather cheeky cashier, Gojo Satoru.
❧ Pairings | Choso Kamo x f!reader & Gojo Satoru x f!reader
❧ Need To Know | This story was originally written by me on wattpad with different characters. It got deleted & I moved here.
❧ Contents | afab!reader, explicit nsfw scenes, college non-curse au, toxic altercations, angst, reader lowkey hops around between the two, jealousy, possessiveness, slut activities, gen z references, alcohol, fluff, 18+ scenes, porn w plot, etc.
| Chapters |
1 | Something about you
2 | draws me so close
3 | that it has to
4 | be true.
5 | My hearts light
6 | like a feather.
7 | What's it gonna take
8 | for you to say
9 | four stupid letters?
10 | I know that's
| @kamiversee | ff status; ongoing | updates; spontaneous |
#my love note#choso#choso x you#choso smut#choso x y/n#kamo choso#choso kamo#choso x reader#jjk choso#jujutsu kaisen choso#reader x gojo#gojo angst#satoru gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jujutsu gojo#jjk gojo#gojo x reader#gojo smut#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#gojo x you#gojou satoru x reader#gojo x y/n#gojo fluff#choso jjk#choso fluff#choso x female reader#smut#anime smut#k!masterlists
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do not underestimate what an adhd teenager can do to cope with being in the torment nexus
#im referring to the fact that in high school i disnt have a phone capable of meaningful internet access to sneak looks at and was tired of#my books being confiscated so when the 'need to be writing writing writing right nowdoesnt matter what or we will die' would hit#(as it does) i would sit there in class and handwrite out a 5k lovecraft story from memory just to keep myself busy. picked bc it had#memorable turns of phrase and i would sometimes do this several times a week and it could be my side project for up to 4 class periods#a pop and this was so interesting to mr[redacted] he asked if he could keep the copies when i was done writing them and i said yeah bc i#made a lot of these and it was no skin off my back and apparently he fucking paid a kid to copy them into microsoft word and then checked#them against each other and the original and i came into class one day and he had a report for me printed out from i guess a#plagarism checker website bc even though we both knew that wasnt what the situation was it was the easiest available source for this#anyway it said my worst copy of the ones he got was a 79% word for word match. out of like half a dozen. that was how high my accuracy was.#from memory. 5k. insane. anyway the next year his ongoing extra credit project for all his classes involved having to correctly write#increasingly long passages from memory perfectly and these were done on times tests and went from 'very long word' to 'four minute#monologue from an 80s movie' and everyone knew it was my fault for being insane in a way he found interesting and wanted to see if he could#replicate in controlled conditions or whatever lol
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