#original ficition.

[roselyn-writing]

So, Long story short. The Akêndyiåns, a race from Valorena. They too live longer than humans, possibly thousands of years. Akêndyiåns are known to be bone eaters, skeleton eaters and such, They devour bones and calcium. And everytime they feed, they gets stronger, taller and more vicious. No one knows how Akêndyiåns came or existed but they do know they are as old as Virginians in Valorena.

Akêndyiåns also have the ability stretch their limbs, feet and hands. And they are extremely immune to fire, heat and sonic waves manipulation / sound manipulation.

Akêndyiåns can have alot of forms, it shows their hideous nature. Multiple bones comes out of them, behind their backs and some bones grow on their neck and chest. The most notable ability they have, is they can free their skeleton, controls it and even can walk without bones. Their lack of skeleton is beyond comprehension, but it is what it is. Another notable ability, is their bones cannot break at all. As if they are some unbreakable, as if they are some entity

There are two big families in Akenda, One is Osedax which is Raquelle’s family and there is Caligineus, which is the ruler family of Akenda.

The male and the female Skeletons are commodiously different, The male skeleton is larger and broader but the female skeleton is longer and flexible and slightly taller than the male.

Important Akêndyiåns:

1-King Akendos Caligineus. (their King and Ruler)

2- Queen Kenna Caligineus.

3- Princess Kiara Caligineus.

4- General Salvador Leũ. (Raquelle’s husband)

5- Raquelle Osedax.

6- Chandra

7- Sally Caecus.

8- Hank Caecus.

9- Ophelia Caecus.

10- James Caecus.

Other abilities / powers.

1-Bones manipulation.

2-Clacium manipulation.

3- Bones generation.

4- Limbs extension.

5- smoke generation / manipulation.

And that is all, I might add more to this post!

[demadogs]

i have ocs but im not a writer or an artist what the fuck do i do with these random guys that live in my head

[daughterofhecata]

Als ich acht war (ungefähr) habe ich gehört, wie Mr Claudius auf die Frage „Kann Hugenay denn ein Bild verkaufen, das Silver nicht verkaufen konnte?” mit leiser Bewunderung geantwortet hat „Hugenay kann. Der ist so raffiniert, dass er es kann.” and I haven't been the same since.

[perfectlullabies]

i created an oc so fucking amazing and so fucking COMPLEX that i'm amazed by my own genius.

[vernonketchup]

👻🌲Spirits of the forest 🌲👻

Biggie the big foot came across a light orb that shined so bright it filled his soul with joy.

Little did Biggie know there were some ugly energies lurking near by.

[nonaonann]

I should start making incorrect quote posts about my ocs. They deserve some love.

[lianahayze]

Shadow and the Midnight Misery: Chapter 10

Hi all, welcome to chapter 10--we're in the double-digits now! It's been a minute since chapter 9, so feel free to check it out here, and, if you're new to these parts, you can find the masterlist here. Content under the cut; enjoy!

Chapter 10: Time with Dean

"Wow, it's a miracle; you'll actually alive!" Dean wraps his arms around me as I let him in. Instead of us going out to dinner (and potentially being seen and harassed), I’d instead just invited him over and ordered sushi. It seemed a bit easier than making myself presentable enough to be seen in public. Going to the Garver Institute is one thing, but I need to be careful when I actually go anywhere. I might be photographed, and I do not feel like dealing with the paparazzi right now.

Dean kicks off his shoes. "So, what's good?" He walks into the kitchen. I trail behind him slightly, trying to figure out what to say.

"I had an interview recently. You were brought up."

He rolls his eyes. "Again? Dude, people keep asking me about you, too. Hope it didn't derail the whole thing?"

Leaning against the counter, I shake my head. "Nah, it was fine. Just the usual stuff."

Noticing all the food, he says, "Whoa. You ordered enough for a small army." He starts unpacking everything.

One of the things I really admire about Dean is how chill he is. Despite the fact that I’ve been ignoring him for the past two weeks, here he is, completely unfazed.

"How's the band?"

Hmm. How do I put this? "We're going through a small disagreement right now."

His eyebrows shoot up as he looks at me. "Uh-oh. Doesn't sound good."

"It's... not." I squirm. I really, really don't want to tell him everything. There are some things I can share, but without telling him everything, he probably won’t understand most of it. He’d ask a bunch of questions, and the thought of dealing with that makes me sick to my stomach.

"Let's grab a few beers and you can tell me all about it."

I opt out of the beer. I start taking the food into the living room, leaving him to choose his drink. When he finally joins me on the couch, he asks,

"Not drinking tonight?"

Though I knew that it was going to come up eventually, I'm still not prepared to answer it. "Maybe later," I say. It's the best I can do.

After snapping his chopsticks and rubbing them together, he reaches for one of the trays. "Oooh, sashimi. Nice." He opens it. He lifts up one of the pieces of salmon, saying, "What are you waiting on?" He sticks the salmon in his mouth.

"I'm just not super hungry right now."

"Then why'd you order so much food?"

I roll my eyes. Fine. I grab the tray closest to me and dig in.

"So.” He swallows. “What's going on? Why'd you disappear off the face of the planet for so long?"

Not looking at him, I apologize. “Sorry.”

"It's fine. I thought you were just mad at me or something. The last time we really spoke you were late for band practice. They weren't too pissed off by the way, were they?"

"They took it as they always do." And then some. I sigh. "How's Lynn?"

"She's fine. You know the studio she works with? She's actually thinking of going her out on her own, having like monthly subscribers. More work, but higher profits for her."

I nod but say nothing. He asks,

“So what's up with you and the band?"

"They want to get rid of me."

He stops eating, shock appearing his face. "No shit? Dude, what they hell? Are they crazy?"

"They're tired of me being me, I guess."

"But there's nothing wrong with you.” He leans back. “What's that supposed to mean, anyway? What are they trying to accomplish?"

"I dunno. Might be at the parting of the ways."

"There's no way," he insists, shaking his head. "That would be career suicide if they did that."

"That's what I thought! But apparently they're considering it."

“Wait, so they want to disband entirely? Or do they just want to replace you?” I shrug. When they'd brought it up, they hadn't mentioned a replacement--and I hadn't asked. "You're like ninety percent of the band, though. I mean, I know they contribute and everything, but The Midnight Misery without Shadow?" He shakes his head. "Just doesn't make sense." He sighs. "Did you tell your dad?"

"He knows.”

"What's he think?"

I exhale. “He didn't say that it was a bad idea."

"Seriously?"

"He didn't say it was a good idea or that he supports it or anything, but when he found out, he wasn’t outraged or surprised." I lean back. "He just stood there.”

"Incredible.” Dean shakes his head. “What are you going to do?"

"I dunno."

"Honestly, Shadow, if you really wanted to, you could leave them and become a solo artist. You'd have enough demand. We've always talked about you collaborating with She Dreams in Color; now might be the time."

"I'll think about it," I tell him. "But it's just dumb. They want me to be different. So what if I’ve been late to a couple of rehearsals? I always show up, and that’s what matters. Plus, I’m always early for shows and interviews or important meetings. Whenever I'm late for rehearsal, they always act like I’m committing a crime."

"It's your band; you should be able to do what you want. What would happen if you started calling the shots? What would happen if you kicked one of them out? Doesn't matter which, but just to show that they're not in charge of you."

I seriously consider it for a split second. But, realizing that it wouldn't do anyone any good, I shake my head. "No, that's not what I want to do. It would just cause more problems." Despite everything that’s going on right now, I do care about the guys, and I don't want to make their lives a living hell.

Unless they continue to piss me off, that is.

"Oh. Go to the label then. They'll make them stop."

He's right. I could easily go to one of the execs or someone on the board and force them to make the situation go away. But I would rather solve band issues with my band, not bring in someone else. Besides, if they actually did go to the label like they said they did, the label would probably take their side--not mine.

"I don't think it would help."

He takes a sip of his beer. "So, what are you going to do?"

It's the million-dollar question. What am I going to do? I don't want to tell Dean that I've been in therapy; I would have to explain why. I'm not ready for all of the questions he'd ask.

"I don't know," I whisper.

"Well, you need to do something to set them straight. Otherwise, they'll think that they can keep walking all over you."

"I don't think they think they're walking all over me..."

"No? Sure sounds like it."

I don't know why, but I feel the need to defend them. Sure, Dean doesn't know the full story, but they’re not taking advantage of me. Are they being dicks and blowing everything out of proportion? In my opinion, yes, but they're not walking all over me.

"It's absolute bullshit that they're trying to replace you over something so small. How does that even make sense? There has to be something else." He pauses. Finishing the tray in his hands, he puts it back on the table and grabs another. "Do you think there's something they're not telling you?"

More like there’s something I'm not telling him. Still, I shake my head, saying, "Nope. Can't think of anything."

"Then you definitely need to figure out what you're going to do. If they haven't said anything and you haven't done anything, there's no reason for them to act this way."

As he continues eating, I sit there quietly. Somehow, this conversation has made me feel worse instead of better. I knew that Dean would take my side no matter what; he knows the guys and likes them, but he knows me and likes me the best. Right now, I should be feeling validated, but instead I feel... Guilty?

But what do I have to feel guilty about? I’m being honest with him and have told him what he needs to know. I left a few things out, sure, but it's not like I've been bad-mouthing my band or anything. So why on earth do I feel so guilty?

Without notice, I drop my chopsticks on the table and stand. As I walk out of the room, Dean calls,

"Where ya going?"

"Uh. I'm just going to get a drink."

He looks back at me. My stomach drops. I don't know why, but I expect him to chastise me, to tell me no. Instead, he nods and says,

"Wanna bring me another one?"

I exhale. "Sure." With that, I turn and leave the room.

What harm is one little beer going to do, anyway?

-

See you in a few days for chapter 11. In the meantime, let me know what you think of the series. Talk to you soon!

-L.H.

[baggebythesea]

*laughs* You finally published the coffee story! I love this one. Read it to the end, it's worth it.

Writing prompt:

"Once I tried to save you. Now, I'd rather watch you burn.

We have this really old and really bad coffee machine at work. Now, that's not really unique for any company. A friend of mine works as a consultant, meaning that she spends an unhealthy amount of time in other offices than her own. She grades her coffee on a  20 grade scale, because she claims that you need to be that precise and that a 1 on a 1 to five scale isn’t low enough to describe some of the atrocities she has tasted.

Now, this story isn’t about her, really, but it is a fun anecdote and always an icebreaker at lunch tables. So many people have opinions about coffee, I once spent an hour discussing…

Okay, this isn’t about that either. It's about him.

Him in the meaning him. Him, in Sloane who works three cubicles down from me. I may walk a bit slower as I pass him on my way to the printer. Or the bathroom. And I may find way to many reasons to talk to Kae the manager about work place issues. Because HE sits just a few yards from her office. Perhaps he will hear me and think that I sound intelligent and that I care about our work place. And maaaybe I have been choosing the vegetarian alternative just a bit more often lately because he usually goes with that. Okay okay, I have a severe crush on my coworker. Sue me.

And he is 3… maybe he's a bit younger than me… But he is so damn cute. And he has that kind of smile that means "I haven’t given up on the world yet." And he has pun mugs, one with the text "espresso yourself" and another with "Love you a latte". And I have seen him at the gym wearing a my little pony t-shirt without shame. 

Few men can wear that tee and make it work. I bet that Richard Ayoade could do it.

He has begun to grow a five o clock shade, He looks a bit like Richard Ayoade but without glasses.

AND he's single. (Yes, I have tried poly. I'm all for it, but it wasn't my thing. Sorry Kae.)

As you may have understood I haven't exactly gotten around to talk to him, we only share workspace. 

But I have a plan. You know what the call me? Stan the coffee man.

My name isn't really stan, but it's close enough and I can accept that nick cause it rhymes and it's pretty fun.

And they don't call me that because I'm the one the force to bring everyone coffee, don't worry, it's not that kind of story. It's like this, I have my workplace close to the coffee machines. Yes, there is more than one.

And I am the master of them all.

The one on the left is the new one. It can produce 10 different varieties of coffee, all of them without any resemblance to the name that stands on the button. But the correct number of espressos with a touch of hot water is close to real coffee.

The one on the right has only three options.

Large coffee, small coffee and hot water.

The hot water is the product that is the best, however, that coffee is a 7 on the Catrina scale so it kinda works. With lots of milk. lots.

Then there's the one in the middle. The scrooge of coffee machines. What that one produces is nothing like coffee. It's hot and it's burnt and its dark, and if you call that coffee I call you a racist. 

And that's not all the bullshit it brings you. The tray where you put your cup is loose and if you don't place the cup in the exact position, you end up with everything on your pants, and that is if you're lucky.

Who do you think knows when to remove your cup before the small coffee accidentally becomes a large one?

Who has the knowledge how many espressos you mix to get one good cup?

 Who knows exactly where that position is on Scrooge?

You guessed it, Stan the coffee man.

I have made it my task to help newcomers. And boy, do they need it… I take their hand and lead them through our coffee breaks, making sure they don't die and stay focused. I teach them how and when to press or which signs to look for before the hot water tap turns your mug into a geysir. To name only two of my special skills. I take great pride in my work and I am good at it, if I may say so. But, with great power comes great responsibility. I  neve refused to help anyone. Not even Boss Angie's wife who is an absolute brat and not worthy of our boss's love, even to her, I lend my expertise. 

Except for one. I refuse to help Sloane. I sit in silence as he puts his punny mug on lefty, pushes one Button to few and make a face as he drinks it. I bite my lip as I watch him go to righty and removes the cup to late, I have to hold back my emotions every time I see his face scrunch up but I must not give in. Why, you ask? A bitter reminded that I can’t have nice things? A silent reprimand to him not reciprocating my feelings? Oh, far from it. I am waiting, you see.

He is smart. And intelligent. And sooo good looking and.

Ehrm.

Point is, he kinda knows lefty. And has a bit of knowledge about righty. So he gets his coffee there. 

But.

One day he will have to try scrooge. One day lefty will be self-cleaning, at the same time as Janitor refills right. And I know what will happen. The tray will fall althouhj he will catch his cup before it breaks against the floor because that's the guy he is. Or maybe he has the right touch, and he will manage to push "coffee", but then he will put his cup to his lips and go "What the hell IS THIS?" Just like everyone else. 

And then I will be there. I will be Swift. I will be helpful. I will be extremely untoxic and absolutely not mansplaining, I will be my best self. I will be "Yeah, scrooge here needs a bit of special handling. And even then, he can’t really produce good coffee. None of these machines can. But if you like coffee, I know this little place just around the corner? I can show you? Perhaps at lunch?"

It's a long shot. But if the stars are aligned right… Stan the coffee man will get all the right Buttons pressed.

And it will be just the right taste and very hot. A 18 on the catrina scale, minor

[just-b-wilde]

New fan ficition: No Way in Hell

Summary:

After the death of The Handler, Lila tries to start anew but soon finds herself in chaos again when she encounters the Hargreeves family again. Her decision to collaborate with Five pulls her back into the dangerous world she tried to escape. Five, confused about what to do with his life as he returns to his timeline without the threat of another apocalypse, decides to go to the Commission. He wants to obtain what was promised to him while seeking revenge for the wrongs inflicted by the Commission. As tension builds between him and Lila, things take an unexpected turn, leaving them both on thin ice between the desire for freedom and unresolved emotions.

Important notes:

The story follows most of the events from the first and second seasons of the series, while later seasons are not applicable to this narrative.

Main Differences from Canon:

Five is older in the story than in the series and is younger due to different circumstances (this will be explored further in the plot); at the beginning of the story, he is physically 17 years old. Lila's age remains the same, and in the story, she is 29 years old. There will also be different events regarding his recruitment into the Commission.

Lila and Diego did not have a relationship, nor did they sleep together. Lila is not pregnant in the story. However, Diego's interest in her is valid.

There is no threat of another apocalypse in the story, and the Hargreeves family has returned to their original timeline unchanged. There are also no characters from the Sparrow Academy. Each family member returns to their original complicated and chaotic lives.

This story will have a darker tone; I am not sure how focused it will be on explicit content, but you can definitely expect to encounter Five's obsessive and manipulative behavior. 😈

[v-mum-writes]

So,

I'm currently working on the SlaveTale re-write currently called in my files as "Shifting Ocean" and im trying to put more backing behind the main character's history as an Aggressive Protestor, which i touched on very lightly in the original ST story (and i mean VERY lightly, i never really went into it because I didn't think the mc there would ever really want to bring those days back up considering they were a protestor for Monster Rights and the whole thing failed... spectacularly)

Anyway, my point is: im fleshing out that a bit more in th re-write's characterization, and in addition to their past involvement with monster rights and monster laws protests in the *past* I want to have a like, secondary protest-like conflict in the story. just an additional conflict for the MC to have to like, demonstrate some key themes...

My problem is I want to avoid "Dating" the story- so avoiding real conflicts, like real-world war protest efforts such as Ukraine or Palestine; especially since fiction and fan fiction are usually escapism methods and bringing that kind of intense stuff into a story that is demonstrably about a fictional peoples (monsters) treatment and lack of rights seems disingenuous, potentially stressful, maybe even disrespectful to those in the actual crisis involved...

Now all that said, im considering inventing some sort of ficitional issue that would insight violent protesting and agressive action the way issues like that cause. I have two concerns.

The first is whether that is more disrespectful (to ignore real-world conflicts and instead invent fictional conflicts for the sake of comfort for the readers and, yeah, probably for me the writer too. as it would probably be more comfortable for me to write a fictional conflict as I wouldnt have to worry about making a potentially critical mistake on such an important topic)

The second is that im just looking for ideas on that particular invention. Again, my point is to not Date the story with a real world issue, and to avoid painful parallels to such modern day problems for people who are likely looking for escapism from said concepts. So if someone has a suggestion- for inventing the conflict, or maybe an existing historic conflict that doesnt bear a lot of weight in the modern atmosphere that could be paralleled? (I have briefly considered modeling a conflict around the Vietnam war, or maybe researching how other conflicts went?)

Anyway, depending on the timeline of the conflict i use / invent, interesting concepts for those who might be waiting for the Shifting Ocean to start posting: Main Character maybe takes the skelebros to a fucking Peace Rally. that'd be a fun chapter.

[redacted-scp-antics]

I've seen a few "oc tag game" ...games. Where you answer questions about your oc. And I've decided to do my own version of the game, just for fun.

@cloudofbutterflies92 :3

-Name (born with it or did they choose it for themselves):

Nickname:

-Fandom they originated from:

-Age (physical and real age [for immortals, etc.]):

-Gender:

-Pronouns:

-sexuality:

-Current Occupation:

-Dream Occupation:

-Aligment(chaotic good/neutral good etc.):

-Strongest emotions:

-Favorite family member(who do they have/had the best relationship with):

-Love language:

-Favorite weather:

-Least favorite weather:

-Songs that describe them(name up to five or less):

-Favorite songs they have:

-Beach/City/Village/Forest/Mountain, where would they rather life?:

-A color that calms them down:

-Where did they meet their best friend?:

-Possible traitor or loyal to the end?:

-Would they die for someone?:

-biggest reasons to life(name up to five or less):

-Have they ever been to a concert?(Name the band or singer):

-Would they rather be able to breathe underwater or fly?:

-Pick a plant that describes them:

-Do they have any mental/physical condition?:

-Crossover you vibe with the most:

-If they could choose any ficitional universe to spend a year in, which one would they choose?:

-Fictional characters they would be friends with(name as many as you want):

-Most and least liked taste:

-Most liked time of the day:

-Would they rather have a dinosaur or alien as a companion?:

-Element that matches them:

-how do they fight?:

-describe them with a quote:

-favorite group of animals:

-If they could have any mythological creature as a companion, what would they choose?:

-Name a goddess/god they would team up with:

-biggest regret:

-What gave them back hope after hardships?:

-Name a thing that they should NOT have survived, but did so anyway:

-Freeze/flop/fawn/fight/flight what are they most likely to do?:

-biggest accomplishment:

-What or who do they fear the most?:

[caelumsnuff]

This is just a little post for pinning that i can slap all of my super based opinions and my super awesome fanfics on, as well as links for navigation of my blog

Anons, Asks, Original posts, Hate mail, My fanfics, My Fanart and Reblogs

My profic/proship Redacted discord server!

This blog will contain dark fiction, including but not limited to: violence, abuse, manipulation, cannibalism, snuff, dubcon, monsterfucking, blood play, incest, etc, etc.

How To Block Someone (cause apparently some of you need to be told)

Opinions and fics below the cut

Posts and Opinions:

Redacted ASMR, D(a)emons and The Racism Allegory and why i think it's important to talk about here

Post with general critiques of Erik's content here

This fandom's obessesion with moralizing liking villians/antagonists over the "good guys" here

Some opinions about Geordi and Cutie here, here, here, here, and here

Everyone walks on eggshells in this fandom, with a side of Cutie/Geordi here, more here (but without Geordi and Cutie)

Why people react differently to listener vs speaker characters here

How i would retconn Inversion here :3 (click this one its so good)

Ideal Quinn arc thoughts here

Thoughts on that one Imperium BA and why i thought the drama surrounding it was atrocious here, here, and here

More general critique

Gavin and Vincent's current lack of narrative purpose here

Morality policing and purity culture in fandom spaces rant here

I hope the channel ends with everything being for naught

How i feel about Sam and Darling here and here

Quinn arc opinions here and here

More about the Quinn arc but with a side of how i think the Quinn arc would go if it was good here

My stance on the whole ficition/reality thing here

Alexis.

My Redacted experience

Race in this fandom here, here and other places ill link when i post them X

Other ASMRists i enjoy!

Links to fics i have posted about here:

A Grotesque Perversion: Part one of an ongoing Caelum Corruption Arc series, Rated E for violence

In The Aftermath: Part two of the Caelum Corruption Arc, Rated M for discussions of PTSD, intrusive thoughts and other mental health issues

Abasing Attraction: Imperium!Asher/Imperium!Vincent hate fuck fic, Rated E for aforementioned fucking

Quinn’s Favorite Toy: Quinn/Random thrall feeding and fucking fic, Rated E for the rough sex, dubcon elements via trancing, mentions of wanting to snuff. Pussy version and cock version for the thrall

Of Blood and Teeth: Quinn arc fix-it fic. Rated E for graphic depictions of violence

First Time (in Glass Boxes): Caelum sexual awakening fic via voyering Asher/David. Rated E for sex, Underage warning for highschool Asher/David, chronologically very young Caelum

My AO3, for fics i haven't posted about here (i have finally decided to lock all my fics for archive users only)

[mamayan]

Thank you for tagging me @hunajan 🫢♥️ I can’t wait to go and read all these beautiful works!

1. TOUCH (Yandere Feitan x Fem! Darling) NSFW

I’m still relatively new to tumblr and writing fan-ficition, but this is one of my first works that I really loved how it turned out. More to come on one of my favorite villains, Feitan Porter♥️

2. STALKER (Darling! Hisoka x Yandere Fem! Reader) NSFW

I originally was going to use Shigaraki for this idea, and I still plan to, but I have a special place in my heart for wanting to put my foot on Hisoka’s face… this started as headcanons and evolved into a short work. I used the Yan-Chan simulator game I loved so much as a base for building up a yandere reader.

3. SOFT (Yandere Dabi x Fem! Darling) NSFW

This was originally just a comfort fic in the works… but it quickly turned nsfw because… well it’s Dabi. For my book/series lovers, I wrote this because a fav of mine died, and it really hit me harder than I thought it should’ve. Feelings are feelings though, and I wanted to validate them, and Dabi too♥️🫢 Soft Dom! Dabi is always the cure for a sad heart~

4. CRYING WONT HELP (ABO Alpha Dabi x Omega Reader) NSFW

No thoughts here, just porn but porn that got a big community label slapped on it😂

5. APOLOGIZE (Yandere Phinks x Fem! Darling) NSFW

I just finished this tbh, it’s been sitting in my drafts for a minute due to a writers block and work. I love Phinks, he’s no gentleman or hero, and I like his directness. I wanted to show him some love and also curb my Phinks simping♥️

Tagging: @holydayaria @ikatella @depravitycentral @krystalwithakay @bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love. 🥀🖤

(Thank you for the tag @dynamars) 🪷

Although at the moment there are only two to be published here are my stories

My Hogwarts Accademia {DabixFem!ReaderxShigaraki}

Set in the famous school of witchcraft and wizardry, the story follows the protagonist as she begins to navigate the dangerous world of magic in which her parents have disappeared, but she won't be alone: ​​Dabi and Shigaraki will become two very important people to her...

A Song of Love and Blue Fire - [work in progress] - {DabixFem!Reader}

You are Princess Fuyumi's lady-in-waiting. Even though she is two years younger than you, you have a very close relationship with her and her family. Only Prince Touya keeps his distance from you, but you can't blame him, he likes another kind of women and he is the heir to the throne, you are just his sister's lady-in-waiting. Life in the palace goes by quietly, Princess Fuyumi's birthday is upon us, it promises to be a very important celebration for the royal family and for the nobility. But something doesn't go as planned and suddenly you find yourself having to pass out a conspiracy against the royal family and working closely with Prince Touya and his attendants.

Egyptian Tales - [work in progress]

Four very spicy one-shots with an ancient Egyptian background🌅

My Hero Accademia Crossover/ Jujutsu kaisen - Sorcery Fight - The Curse of the Blue Pearls [ DabixOc]

Dabi is a curse that was awakened when Erena broke a blue pearl necklace. Erena has always seen paranormal things since she was a child, she is not afraid of the curse she has released, but she is attracted to it and wants to help her. In a difficult situation they are forced to make an agreement, but this is not seen well by sorcerers.

ProHeroTouya x FemVillainreader! [Work in progress]

A very particular Au, I'm undecided on how many chapters to do, I estimate between 15/20 just to do things right and I don't know, I would like to have your opinion🥺, I would also like to put some nuicge, I already have a couple in my head🥰 obviously there will be hot scenes and smut 🥵 🌶️🔞, but there will also be a lot of angst and a lot of introspection.

Bonus:

Dabi

10 short essays on Dabi

Tag: @airanke @dabislittlemouse @dabislittlebeaniebaby @dabislilbaby @dabisqueen

[thundertempest]

Into the Forest

Written for @promptsforthestrugglingauthor Friday Night Fights.

There were always tales, of course. Stretching as far back as the original founding of the city, probably. About the evil witch who lived out in the woods, cursing and entrapping anyone who dared to venture too deep into the forest. It had probably started as a way to make children behave.

'Don't go into the woods near sundown, or the witch will eat you!' Naturally, in those sorts of tales, there was never really a witch, but wolves and bears were just as happy to snack on clueless kids as they were deer if they were hungry enough.

But still, the sheer insistence that I could remember my grandmother in particular having, that there really was a witch in the forest had gotten me curious, and so, smartphone in hand, a little bit of food and water in my backpack, and a camera strapped to my chest, I set off on Saturday morning. If nothing else, it would be a nice escape from the hustle of the city.

At first, the walk was pleasant enough. The weather was just right, and the light filtering through the canopy overhead got me some really nice photos on my phone.

Then as any semblance of path finally disappeared from the ground, my foot caught on a tree root, and I went face first into the dirt. When I managed to pull my face out of the soil, there was a small fox staring quizzically at me.

"Hey there, little guy," I said, pushing myself back up onto my knees, "did I disturb your home?"

The fox sat back onto its hind legs, almost like it was imitating me, but never broke its stare. With as much care as I could, I pulled my backpack off my shoulder, and opened it up, pulling out one of the grain bars I'd packed, and broke a section off, holding it out in my hand towards the little red fox. It just continued its staring until I held out the larger section of the grain bar, and took a bite of it myself. Then, and only then, did the fox nip the peice out of my hand, and scurry off into the trees.

"Must have smelled the food on me or something," I mused to myself, as I stood back up, brushing the leaves and dirt off the front of my clothes, and picked my smartphone back up, only to find that it was no longer showing the map that I'd been using.

Well, that was a simple enough fix. Just needed to reopen the page and...

No connection.

"Oh, come on, I had data thirty seconds ago, don't you pull this horror movie shit on me now."

A few moments of waving my phone around in the air, and I had signal again, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I pulled the map back up, and set off, deeper and deeper into the forest.

Several hours later, and the atmosphere had gotten noticeably colder. The canopy had gone from fairly open to completely covering the sky now, and with that came a drop in temperature, though it was still a pleasant enough atmosphere, as long as I kept moving.

The sound of running water broke my train of thought for a moment, and I remembered that I hadn't had anything to drink in a while. I dug my water bottle out of my pack, and gulped about half of it down, and decided to see if I could find the stream that I could hear.

It didn't take long before I stumbled across it, almost literally. I barely caught my footing on the bank of the stream. I knelt down, and dipped my bottle into it, it burbling as it filled up. A snap of a twig whipped my head up, and a growl sounded behind me.

As slowly as I could manage, I turned my head, and right behind me was a wolf, much bigger than any that I'd ever seen. It didn't seem to be moving to attack, so again, moving as slowly as I could, got back on my feet and began to back away. A hop and a skip took me over the stream, but still the wolf didn't make a move to attack, but continued to growl. I took one step up stream, and the wolf's growling increased.

'Must have its den in that direction,' I thought to myself, but just to confirm, I took a step down stream, and the wolf's growling decreased in volume.

Another step, then two, and the wolf was content to simply stand there and glare at me.

As fast as I dared, I headed downstream, firstly just hurried walking, but eventually breaking out into a full run, trying to leave the wolf as far behind me as I could.

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It was only once I noticed that the ground underneath my feet had changed from loose, grassy soil to hard-packed earth that I stopped running. I had found a path, and a check from my phone revealed that I was quite deep in the woods. I glanced around, and began to follow the path, which lead alongside the stream that I'd been running besides. A few moments later, the path put me at the doorstep to an old, partially overgrown log cabin. A small water wheel rested in what was now a small river, slowly turning. Maybe it was some weird nature retreat or something. I still wasn't convinced that there was an evil witch feeding on the souls of wandering people out here, but I made sure that the camera on my chest was still recording, and knocked on the door.

For a moment, nothing happened, then there was a slight shuffle, and the door creaked open slightly.

"Who's there?" croaked a voice that sounded like my chain-smoking aunt's if she'd lived to be a thousand years old.

"Hi," I said, still slightly out of breath from my flight from the wolf, "I was wondering if I could stay with you for the night. I was out hiking, and then I had to run from this wolf, and I don't want to make the trek back in the dark."

The forest had only grown darker and colder as the day had progressed. I couldn't really see the sun, but my phone was getting low on battery, and the clock was telling me that it was about seven at night right now.

"Of course," croaked the woman, "I think I can spare a room for you for a night."

"I'm happy to pay you if you want, or help out or something if you need it."

"Oh, I think I can think of something for you to help me with," said the old woman, opening the door fully. The inside of the cottage looked almost exactly what I would imagine a witch's cottage would look like. Herbs and plants that I couldn't even begin to identify littered every single surface, the shelves around the room were packed full of books. The only thing missing was a big cauldron, but there was only a wood-fired stove.

The old woman shuffled through a door, and came back after a moment, beckoning me to follow her.

"You can sleep in here for the night," said the woman, "and I'll get your help with a few tasks in the morning."

"Thank you very much," I said, my mouth stretching out into a yawn. Guess running from that wolf had taken more out of me than I'd thought. I was asleep basically the second I hit the slightly scratchy matress.

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The chanting was what woke me up, and I suddenly found that I couldn't move. Glowing red symbols lit up the room around me, and the old woman was at the end of the bed.

"What are you-?" I managed, before the sheets animated themselves, and stuffed one end into my mouth.

"I wondered when one of the newer generations would get curious about the legends," said the woman, her voice suddenly much stronger than it had been previously. "The forest has enough innate magic for me to sustain myself on nearly indefinitely, but not enough to stop me degrading into this decreipt husk. Fortunately, you are just the right kind of person."

I struggled against the sheets, but to no avail as the witch pulled out a knife, and made her way up to my side.

"You see, I've been watching you, judging you. You're trusting enough to share food with a fox, and not for an instant think that it was anything but a fox, and gullible enough that a simple illusion of a wolf could fool you into running straight to my cabin. You are, in short, the perfect person for this little ritual."

The sheets retracted from my mouth for a moment.

"Why are you doing this?"

"You've heard the stories, I trust? About the evil, terrible witch who lives alone in the forest, taking anyone who lingers too long in her domain? I am pleased to tell you that all of those stories are true, little one, and now you're going to help me keep them alive. Sadly for you, you'll have to die for that to happen, but I'll use your lifeforce to keep me healthy for a good century or so."

"I could keep you company!" I blurted out, "it must get lonely out here, by yourself. Must want someone to talk to every now and again, right?"

"Ah, you're bargaining, I see," said the witch, "but unfortunately for you, I'm rather stubborn. Farewell, child."

And with that, the knife thrust down, and my last sensation was a sharp pain, and something being sucked out of my body.

[societyofsaintignacio]

Angels cannot tell lies and will only tell the truth or avoid speaking altogether if they cannot be truthful. Whether this is due to their obligations to God or they are simply incapable of conceiving of lying is unknown. Angels will verify their identity and stick to the point of their visit to you. They will stay on topic and quickly depart once their message is delivered or their mission carried out for they detest being away from their Lord for long.

Demons, by contrast, are habitual liars that disguise themselves as angels to lure the innocent and ignorant. They too, will claim to be an angel but will attempt to engage in conversation with you. Never speak to a demon, no matter how innocent or well-meaning their inquiries may be as they can and will use any information they glean against you. 

—St. Ignacio Navarra, Treatise on the Celestial and the Demonic. circa.1656

[luciferschoice-art]

-Artwork from 2020- My OC Lilith, slaying a heavenly lion guard all by herself. I imaging her slaying him because he was in the way of her freedom to leave the heavens, because she doesn't want to serve as an obidient wife for Adam. Of course this is more of a "romantacized" artwork I did of the scene.

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▌ Tools used: Clip Studio Paint | PS CS6  ▌ Character / Design belongs to Final Fantasy VII ▌ Artwork belongs to me ▌ NO USE WITHOUT PERMISSION / No Nft / No Ai / No Repost ▌ © LucifersChoice / LuzifersChoice  

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