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[voidofthevoidmv]

Art is fun I think, it’s nice having a reason to post, you know?

(A large amount of my one elementary school Dandadan au lol-)

[cheynovak]

Buckle Bunny Blues

Part 1 introduction

Summary: Tess is a plus size girl who joined her friends to a rodeo. Here she meets Kayce, a washed up country singer who is back in town to support his little brother and father on the ranch.

*This story is my own original story, please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated*  -> Storylist: <-

Kayce Daniels leaned against the fence, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching as his younger brother, Colton, prepared for his next ride.

The energy of the rodeo pulsed around him—cheers, the stomp of restless hooves, and the twang of a country song playing over the speakers. It was familiar, almost nostalgic. Yet, Kayce felt like a spectator in his own world these days.

He had to come home since his old man was sick and Colton rather competed than taking care of the range. And unfortunately, his own career was failing too.

He had a tour cancelled and the last year was a bummer in record sales. It seemed like no one seemed to listen to country anymore, the only wanted the spectacle of the rodeo.

Beside him, his friends Jack and Brett were less interested in the competition and more focused on the buckle bunnies fluttering around the arena. Jack had his sights locked on Stephany, a blonde with a bright, flirtatious smile. Kayce rolled his eyes as Jack nudged Brett. “Man, look at her. Tell me she ain’t the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.”

“She’s somethin’,” Brett agreed with a chuckle. “You ever get tired of chasin’ bunnies?”

Jack grinned. “Hell no.”

Kayce exhaled, shaking his head. “When are y’all gonna grow up?”

Brett smirked and turned to him. “Oh, don’t even start, Daniels. You used to be worse than any of us. I remember when you could sweet-talk any woman in this arena.”

Jack laughed. “Yeah, but now? When’s the last time Kayce took a woman home?”

Kayce shrugged, tipping his beer back. “Ain’t about that anymore.”

“Please,” Brett scoffed. “You sayin’ you couldn’t if you wanted to?”

Kayce arched a brow. “I could take home any woman I wanted.”

Jack and Brett exchanged mischievous looks. “Alright then,” Jack said, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Let’s make it a challenge.”

Kayce sighed. “What kind of challenge?”

Brett clapped a hand on his shoulder. “We pick the woman you have to ride for the night.” Kayce narrowed his eyes, but he wasn’t about to back down. “Fine. Who?”

Jack scanned the crowd, eyes flitting past the usual rodeo girls before landing on someone unexpected. She sat alone at a small, absentmindedly swirling a straw in her drink. She wasn’t like the buckle bunnies throwing themselves at cowboys. She was quiet, reserved, almost detached from the chaos around her.

But most of all, not the type Kayce would normally go for.

Jack smirked. “Her.”

Kayce turned his head just as she lifted her gaze. Their eyes met, and for a split second, the noise of the rodeo faded into the background. There was something different in her expression—not the usual wide-eyed admiration he was used to. She wasn’t looking at him like he was a star.

She was looking at him like a deer in head lights.

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Tess had never been a rodeo girl. Unlike her best friends, who thrived in tight jeans and rhinestone tops, batting their lashes at cowboys, she preferred to keep to the sidelines. She wasn’t built like them—small and lean, with an effortless confidence. No, she was tall and very curvy. And though she owned her body in private moments, it was hard not to feel out of place when surrounded by women who looked like they’d stepped out of a country music video.

So when her friends dragged her to the rodeo that evening, she knew her role. She would watch. She would smile. She would sit alone, nursing a drink while they worked their magic on the nearest cowboy.

It didn’t take long before their attention fell on the group of men standing near the fence line, laughing and drinking beer. One, in particular, had their full focus—Kayce Daniels. Mid-thirties, country singer, broad-shouldered, with dark blond hair that curled just past his ears, a gruff beard that made him look rugged instead of untamed, and the kind of green eyes that made a woman forget her own name.

His younger brother, Colton, was the one actually competing today, but Kayce had stolen the spotlight without even trying.

Tess sighed, taking a sip of her soda as her friends giggled their way over to the group. It wasn’t that she was jealous—not exactly. She just knew how this would go. She’d be invisible while they did what they did best. She’d sit at the bar, swirl her straw in her drink, and keep herself entertained with whatever rodeo chaos unfolded around her.

But as the night went on, she felt something strange. A presence. Every now and then, she’d glance up and catch Kayce looking her way. Not in a passing, absentminded sort of way. No, his gaze lingered, thoughtful, like he was trying to piece her together. She’d quickly look away, unsure how to handle being the subject of his attention.

Eventually, when her friends disappeared into the crowd, she found herself alone at a small table outside. The cool air was a relief from the packed arena, and she exhaled, letting the tension slip from her shoulders.

“Mind if I sit?”

She jumped at the deep voice, looking up to find Kayce standing there, beer in hand, watching her with those damn green eyes.

“Uh—yeah, sure.”

He pulled out the chair across from her and settled in, drumming his fingers against the side of his bottle. “Not much for the crowd?”

She huffed a quiet laugh. “Not really my scene.”

He nodded like he understood, his gaze never straying. “Seems like your friends are havin’ a good time.”

“They usually do.” She glanced down at her hands, suddenly hyperaware of herself. “I’m more of a background kind of girl.”

Kayce tilted his head, studying her. “Funny. I’ve been watchin’ you all night, and you don’t seem like background to me.”

Her stomach flipped. She blinked, not sure if she’d heard him right. “What?”

He smirked, taking a slow sip of his beer. “I mean, they’re pretty and all, but I like the quiet ones. The ones who don’t need all the noise to be worth lookin’ at.”

Heat rushed to her cheeks. “I—I don’t know what to say to that.”

He chuckled. “You don’t gotta say anything. Just let me sit here for a while.”

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[bilightningwhumper]

Had a dream and thought up a new story idea. Whoops, lol. Poll at the end if you're interested.

Basically, it's a thought for an original story inspired by haunted houses/mansions. The mother of a family received the deed/ownership to an old mansion. In the process, she becomes possessed by the spirits of the house and ends up killing most of her family.

Jump to the present, one daughter and one son are left. The daughter has no memory of what happened, but the son remembers it all. [Edit: They reunite right after college for the start of this instead of high school ending.] However, throughout their school years, any friends they've grown close to and any bullies they've had both disappear. Everyone else has them erased from their memories, except for the boy's. He can't convince anyone to remember, so eventually gives up, making private notes in journals to keep the memories of the lost at least acknowledged.

They go on one last road trip with two of their mutual friends left and end up stumbling across the mansion, overgrown in the middle of nowhere. Lured into the mansion, all of them end up separated.

Not sure how to explain the rest without giving away the whole idea, but basically the story is told from the PoVs of the brother and sister. Non-human whumpees as well as human ones. Though it is also some experimentation whump mixed with supernatural whump, so humans turned into animal/human hybrids kind of thing. Like, a whumper moved into the mansion secretly and has been contributing/taking advantage of the disappearing characters. It was a very detailed dream for one night, lol. Of course, lgbt and neurodivergent MCs, as well as the side characters, too.

I'm still working on the October writing events stuff first. Basically this whole ramble was to keep the idea from disappearing in my head, plus what I'm writing on some scrap paper. Everything else I've shared so far for ideas has been re-tellings or fanfics, but I've noticed a lot I've read for the whump community and enjoyed has been folks orgiginal works a whole lot more. And I'm working on not being so paranoid and cagy about writing origninal stuff myself and sharing it with more than just a few choice friends. So I'm nervous to share this idea, but excited to see if anyone would actually want to read it.

[zhe-lazy-fox]

And it has been finished!

(WIP for those who wanna see the difference)

Donovan aka the bad guy's kinda origin in my original story The In Between.

Realised I was likely never gonna get it done if I went too hard on the lineart/details... so went a more sketchy look just to get it done so i could start on other animatics, have another one for the same story waiting to be completed.

[itspkuwu]

NEW PROJECT!!!

🦇🍎🩸🖤 For the longest time, I've wanted to do a crossover web series. Which included all the characters from shows I like, my own OCs, and my persona PK. So, here's just a lil teaser for that :) I call it... Vampare Sisters (yes they spell it with two As, that's the joke) Our two main characters, PK and Zari, are runaway slaves who travel to different universes through their special power to create portals. Along the way, they make new friends, new enemies, and get themselves into all sorts of wacky situations. I'd call it a dark dramatic comedy with plenty of recognizable characters. (Powerpuff Girls, Ed, Edd n Eddy, Invader Zim, Disney Hercules, Lilo and Stitch, and others) It's most likely going to be in the form of a comic/fanfiction. Because I can't animate for crap and I have zero people working for me as VAs.

I already have information about PK on my pinned post, but I'll share information about Zari in due time, don't cha worry ;) For now, this is just a lil preview <3

[rrran-dom-stufffs]

Story idea: Standard superhero universe and all. Each city has at least one hero and many of them are trained by older heroes.

Now, one apprentice (technically, cause they're older now) was found by his mentor randomly and they sort of made it work even though the sidekick didn't tell his mentor his identity or living status.

Eventually the mentor finds out that living situation is crappy and promptly scoops their apprentice out it and ends up adopting them. They do eventually have parent-and-kid relationship.

Fast forward, years later, and something happened. Maybe the sidekick makes a bad decision and the mentor reacts poorly, maybe a villain tries mind-controlling either, maybe the mentor hides something from his kid and the kid finds out.

Either way, the kid doesn't trust his dad anymore. He can't. The mentor screws up.

The former sidekick runs away. Returns to his low roots by running across the country, still fighting villains and stopping muggings and helping street people.

But now he returns to his roots also in the sense of living low and homeless. He snatches from dumpsters. He works odd-jobs now and then. He hobos-it on train cars. He joins street brawls and chills at the club without getting drunk. He stops trusting people. He becomes more chaotic. He returns to his street ways. He even nabs an abandoned car for a while and uses it. He hides. He cuts ties with anyone who could rat him out to his... dad.

And the mentor?

He knows he screwed up. He knows this is all his fault. He lost his kid. His apprentice, his son, has went up and disappeared. For a while he couldn't care, was too angry, but now the house is too quiet and patrols seem darker.

And he can't find any sign of his apprentice, because unbeknownst to him, his son took a different name for his cross-country shenanigans. He can't find any sign anywhere. He is sick with worry, ill with guilt. He knows he screwed it and he needs to apologize, to bring the little shit home.

Eventually, maybe another hero finds out and tells. Maybe the mentor sees footage and recognizes his kid. Maybe an informat tells him.

So he goes on the hunt to bring his kid home.

The former(?) apprentice? He's terrified when he realizes that his adoptive dad is on his trail. He runs, hides, covers his tracks, avoids evades.

The mentor is heartbroken because he knows it's his fault. They play this game for months, maybe even years.

Eventually maybe the mentor comes in the right time to help with a villain and in the process nabs his kid. Maybe the kid can't run because of exhaustion or injury, maybe the mentor finally corners him.

Whatever, the mentor finally, finally catches him and shoots off to home.

He lost his adoptive son once and he's not losing him again.

He knows it's his fault.

He will apologize.

He will gain his kid's trust like he did when they first met.

He will bring him home.

He will heal their bond.

He will make it right.

[deo-ezo]

A scribble for a story idea I had.

I often times will plan things far in advanced, which can be a good and bad thing. In this case it was a good thing because I had planned it already I knew the old story line between Atom and Tucker when they’re twenty wouldn’t hold all that much weight in the grand scheme of the story I’m building. Ive always looked at boxing as this really intriguing sport and so always looked for a reason to include it in a story or two. At least in mentioning or as a character’s interest. For Atom and Tucker I saw it as what they initially bonded over. Arguing over if whether Sugar Ray Johnson or Muhammad Ali would win a fight. Or just who was the best boxer having their own strong opinions. As well how they trained as superheroes, sparring with each other and having a running score on who has won the most of their brawls.

Another aspect is superheroes being this big idols/celebrities who are marketed throughout the world by this big company entity known as ‘Domino Inc.’ So superheroes are a big part of this world’s culture. Just like that of actors and today’s culture.

With all that in mind I imagine Domino deciding to create boxing matches between superheroes to capitalize on the question who’s stronger out of the two? I see it like the power-scaling debates you see in real life with people arguing on what superhero would win a fight—Batman vs Superman, Hulk vs Wolverine, etc, etc. In the context of the story I would want this to start out as Atom and Tucker doing it in a friendly manner, but as the story keeps going the two start taking the fight more serious. Until the boxing match happens and both don’t wanna lose and look weaker than the other and it tears their friendship apart.

This is really a concept and is a really big maybe as I still need to put pen to paper to get this series going, but I wanted to share with y’all my idea.

[msbiaxalblanc]

My Original Story Idea (I have yet to give this story a title)

So, basically, my original story involves lots of fandoms ranging from videogames to anime to movies to basically anything. And for good reasons too.

The setting of my story is that it takes place on what I like to call the 'Infiniverse'. The Infiniverse, in simple terms, is what I like to think is a vast and endless universe that houses multiple Multiverses that contain the many universes. In terms of space expansion and planes of existence between these three is that the Infiniverse is limitless while the multiverses and universes had a limited degree of space.

Kinda like this: Infiniverse > multiverse > universe

For a clear mental image, let's say this: Infiniverse > multiverse of Undertale > Undertale, DustTale, Deltarune etc.

Natives of the Infiniverse are what I liked to call Infiniborn. And let me tell ya, when I say the Infiniverse is vast, I am saying the species could really differ. Like there's an Infiniborn human, Infiniborn werewolf, Infiniborn, Infiniborn vampire etc, etc. You get the picture.

ANYWAYS, in terms of belief, instead of believing or devoting in gods, Infiniborns believed in the Concepts. Concepts, in my vision of my story, are more powerful and influential due to their self explanatory nature. And they sometimes interact with the denizens of Infiniverse. Let's say, we have the Concept of Life.

Life is ever present, eternal and everlasting BUT it truly depends on what one person thought or perspective of the Concept. Thus, when a collective of cognitive minds throughout the Infiniverse, Multiverses and Universes thought of Life differently, it could differ and might influence around areas of the Infiniverse. And yet, Life remains moving forward because logically speaking, a Concept could never die or cease to exist.

When Concepts interact, it could vary. Some Concepts took a form that most of their conscious and subconscious believers thought of them to be, like an Aeon in HSR. Or maybe possessing a poor victim- I mean, person. A few, like Life, could 'speak' through natural phenomena. And my favourite kind of interaction, is when they use messages like in ORV. Very rarely does a Concept create their own vessel and walk the grounds.

For those living in Universes, like Undertale or Pokémon or MHA, the Infiniborns called them 'Fictionals' due to the how involved the multiverse/universes are to those characters. Pretty late to mention this but when a story in a single Universe is over, such as the ending of Ouran High School Host Club, or once all the cast characters of a single film dies out of screen, the Universe reset itself and the story restarted. Meanwhile, the Infiniverse is still going forward, never resetting since it is more major than a single Universe.

Lastly, the Infiniborns are completely aware of the multiverses and universes they are housing. Although small, universes could subtly influence a part of the Infiniverse. Which is why, there is an organisation that's working on keeping the balance on things with the Concept of Balance watching over the denizens involved. Let's call them Distortion Operatives, who watch over to make sure the universe is following 'canon', scouting out the cracks between the layers of reality between Multiverses or Universes and send out combat teams to deal with distortions (which I picture is actually a really bad thing since it's explanatory).

[thunder-jolt]

So, I just got this idea...

Basically, I was just watching a video of Mega Man bosses (from the first main game to the last main game), and I thought:

"What if there was a game series that follows a similar story and similar characters to the Mega Man series? (The only difference is that most of the cast are more girls than guys-)"

(Now that I typed that thought, I fear that thought is going to bite me in the ass at one point-)

So, I decided to come up with the story and characters (though still in W.I.P because A LOT of my ideas are basically W.I.Ps that never get finished-), by the title "Energy Girl"!

Energy Girl is set in an almost dystopian world where corruption of many forms is just about seeping into the pores of modern-day life, it was prominent before the events of Energy Girl but now it's even more prominent and out in the open for all to see. Our story centers around Energy Girl herself, a cybernetic unit built by Dr. Cupid to give people a boost of energy when they feel down, so are other robots built alongside her (such as Muscle Girl or Winter Girl, who are respectively the Guts Man and Ice Man of Energy Girl), not until Dr. Cupid's rival, Dr. Erosi of the corporation: R.F.W (Robots For War), decides to steal 99% of Dr. Cupid's robots to appease the corrupt government officials, brainwashing the robots to go against Dr. Cupid and Energy Girl (unless knocked out to some degree). So now, with Energy Girl being her only robot left, Dr. Cupid upgrades Energy Girl to go against Dr. Erosi and her brainwashed army of robots to prevent devastation and eventually overthrow the corruption of the government, while at the same time; Energy Girl collects the pieces of her past and the other robots'.

Very much MegaMan-coded just by both concept and story alone, with its own twist of 80s aesthetics and just a very tiny hint of Americana while blending some Japanese influences to at least differentiate itself from Mega Man itself.

I got this idea as I got myself back in my MegaMan craze, and what was happening in the world. Basically, the lore for this story was a what-if, much like the main idea of Energy Girl: "What if, after all the horrid shit America's government supported through funding, it basically came back to bite them in the ass, ending up in a similar situation with other places in the world? What if America has no use for them now and decides to just destroy them as it did the others? What if the world America supported became too powerful and decided that America was useless to them now? How would that be put into a world-building sense" Which I know, in itself, is a pretty bad scenario to base it off of a real-world event (and I'm very much sure I'm going to get my ass kicked for it-), but just as long as I didn't make it TOO DIRECT, I suppose I would be fine. (As someone who is pro-Palestine all the way.)

But that aside, if anyone thinks this whole idea seems like a good idea to make it into a story then tell me if you like this and think it would be great to make it into a full-fledged story.

All and all, here, have an Energy Girl while you're at it:

(If you're wondering, yes Energy Girl does resemble Reggie from Twelve Forever in a way, but that's purely by colors alone-)

[romanticstory100]

💖 "A Rainy Love" 💖

Characters: Arman (boy) and Neela (girl)

*🌧️ *Chapter 1: First Glance, First Feeling

Arman is an artist. He paints dreams on his canvas with colors. But the color of love was yet to touch the canvas of his life.

One rainy day, Arman was sitting in a coffee shop sketching in his notebook. Suddenly, with a gust of wind and rain, a girl in a blue saree entered the coffee shop. Her wet hair dripped with water, and she stood by the door trying to dry herself.

Arman glanced at her — the girl in the blue saree looked like a fairy from a fairytale. Without realizing it, he had already started sketching her in his notebook.

Neela noticed that Arman was staring at her. “What's the matter? Why are you looking at me like that?” — Neela asked with a smile.

Feeling embarrassed, Arman replied, “Actually... seeing you inspired me to draw.”

Neela laughed and said, “Then draw me beautifully, so I look like a fairy.”

Arman smiled, and from that smile, their story began.

*🌼 *Chapter 2: From Friendship to Love

Since that day, Neela started coming to the coffee shop from time to time. Arman would draw new sketches of her every day — sometimes in her rain-drenched blue saree, sometimes with flowers in her hand.

One day, Neela asked, “Why are your sketches so beautiful, Arman?”

Arman laughed and replied, “Because your beauty keeps my canvas alive.”

Hearing this, Neela’s cheeks turned red, but a strange happiness blossomed in her heart.

Gradually, they began talking regularly. One day, Neela asked, “Arman, do you only sketch pictures, or can you paint life as well?”

With a smile, Arman replied, “You have already brought the colors of life to me, Neela. I’m just putting those colors on the canvas.”

*And in this way, **their friendship slowly blossomed into love. 😍

The next episode is coming. To read stories like this, link in the first comment.

[mariespooky]

hubris gang…maybe….heeuu

[voidofthevoidmv]

The beginning of my Danny phantom phase, my art changed a bit and I had an obsession with the artstyle of the French animated movie Phantom Boy.

[cheynovak]

Buckle Bunny Blues

part 7: Tipsy

Summary: Tess is a plus size girl who joined her friends to a rodeo. Here she meets Kayce, a washed up country singer who is back in town to support his little brother and father on the ranch.

*This story is my own original story, please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated* 

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Kayce POV

"I won’t be in your way. Just don’t leave me when you get back home."

Leave her?

I gritted my teeth, staring at the road ahead, her words settling in like a rock in my gut. Like hell I’d leave her. I might’ve avoided her these past few weeks, kept my distance so I wouldn’t say something stupid or do something worse—but leaving her? Leaving her alone? Letting something happen to her? No chance in hell.

I stole a glance at her.

Damn.

I’d never seen her like this before—elegant, but still cute in that way that was just… her. That dress wasn’t anything flashy, nothing a girl like Monica would wear, but it still made my mouth dry. And the way she had her hair pinned up, little loose strands brushing her neck—hell, it shouldn’t have made my stomach tighten like this.

But more than that, she was out of place. Too soft, too good for the kind of bar we were headed to. And I knew exactly how the men in this town would look at her.

Like a damn prize.

Like a moth to a flame.

The thought made my grip tighten on the wheel again, anger curling in my chest. I wasn’t sure if it was at them, or at myself.

The bar was dark, thick with cigarette smoke and the deep hum of country music. I noticed how Tess took it all in, her big eyes scanning the place like she’d just stepped onto another planet. She didn’t belong here, and damn, she knew it.

Before I could say anything, Mary came barreling in, throwing her arms around me like I’d been gone a decade instead of a year. Maybe it had been that long.

"Kayce, where the hell have you been?" she laughed, holding onto my hand like she might never let go.

I barely got a word in before she was dragging me toward the bar, where Brett and Jack sat, but not before I caught a glimpse of Tess slipping away, making good on her promise to stay out of my way. She sat alone, back straight, fingers running along the rim of her glass like she wasn’t sure what to do with herself.

Mary was talking, her voice bright, familiar, a reminder of nights spent in this very bar before I left. I used to think she was too young for me—hell, she still was. But looking at Tess now, I realized they were probably the same age. Funny, I never thought twice about Mary that way. But with Tess…

I shook my head. Don’t go there, buddy.

I focused back on my drink, on the laughter around me, until Mary leaned in, brushing her fingers along my hat like she was testing boundaries she already knew damn well.

"Easy there," I muttered, pulling back with a smirk.

She grinned, not deterred. "Just wondering when I can switch from horse to a handsome cowboy." She winked, the kind of wink that used to mean something to me.

I chuckled, lowering my voice so only she could hear. "Pick one, sweetheart. Anyone but this cowboy."

But his eyes landed back on Tess, who drank another shot while trying not to be obvious, but oh so obvious looking at him.

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Tess wasn’t sure what exactly snapped inside her, but watching Kayce lean in, whispering something into Mary’s ear while she giggled and twirled her damn hair, made her stomach twist in a way she wasn’t proud of.

She drowned another shot and then without thinking, she pushed back her chair and stood up so fast the legs scraped against the floor. She stormed outside, the cool night air hitting her flushed skin as she walked away from the bar, muttering under her breath.

“Oh, I’m Mary, I win horse races,” she mocked in a high-pitched voice, rolling her eyes. “I’m Miss Texas, I can ride a horse better than any man. When can I ride a cowboy?” She huffed, crossing her arms. “God, give me a break.”

The sound of boots crunching against gravel made her stop.

"Hey!"

She turned just as Kayce stepped out from the bar, his expression a mix of frustration and amusement.

“I promised not to leave you,” he said, shaking his head. “But you leaving without me? That ain’t fair either.”

Tess scoffed, crossing her arms tighter. "I'm sure someone else will go with you, Kayceeee." She dragged out his name the same way Mary had done all night.

"Come on, get in the truck," Kayce said, his voice softer now. "I’ll drive you back."

She hesitated for a moment, staring at him, trying to figure out what the hell she was even mad about. But his green eyes were steady, his jaw tight, and for some reason, it made it impossible to say no.

With a sigh, she walked past him and climbed into the passenger seat, slamming the door a little harder than necessary.

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"What's wrong?" Kayce asked after getting out of the cat. "Nothing!" Tess bit back, he watched her getting towards the house. Almost tripping over her own feet.

Kayce smirked, the corner of his mouth lifting just enough to show he knew exactly what she was doing.

“Oh yeah?” he drawled. “’Cause it sure sounded like, I don't know... jealousy.”

Tess scoffed, shifting in her feet, turning her head so she could look outside. “Don’t flatter yourself, cowboy,” she muttered.

Kayce chuckled, shaking his head. “Right. So you just decided to storm out of the bar, talkin’ to yourself about Mary for no reason?”

Tess groaned, throwing her head back against the seat. “You heard that?”

Kayce let out a full laugh this time. “Oh yeah. Something about Miss Texas and ridin’ cowboys?”

She covered her face with her hands. “I was just—ugh, never mind."

He didn't saw much anymore and once home went to his own bed in the bunkhouse. A little later he woke up from a weird noise, he was almost sure it was the sound of the barn doors opening.

What was that?

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The cool night air did little to sober Tess as she led the horse toward the open stretch of pasture. The barn was quiet, the ranch asleep, and her heart pounded from a mix of nerves and determination. If Mary could do it, if every other girl in this town could do it, then so could she.

With a deep breath, Tess grabbed the saddle horn and awkwardly pulled herself up, nearly slipping before finding her balance. The horse shifted beneath her, exhaling loudly like it already knew this was a bad idea.

“Alright, boy,” she whispered, patting its neck. “Just… go.”

Nothing happened.

Tess frowned. She nudged the horse’s sides with her heels the way she had seen people do in movies.

Still nothing.

“Oh, come on,” she huffed, trying again—this time, a little harder.

That worked. A little too well.

The horse lurched forward, breaking into an unexpected trot, and Tess immediately regretted every decision that had led her to this moment. She gripped the reins, panic rising in her chest as the world bounced around her.

"Okay, okay—slow down!" she pleaded, but the horse had other plans. "Just STOP!"

“TESS!” Kayce’s voice cut through the night, sharp with urgency. Rushing towards the other horses to follow her ASAP.

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Kayce’s heart pounded as he pushed his horse faster, the wind whipping past him. The last thing he saw was Tess’s figure disappearing into the dark tree line, her horse moving too fast for someone who didn’t know how to ride.

“Damn it, Tess,” he muttered under his breath, urging his horse to close the distance.

The woods swallowed the sound of hooves, branches clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. His pulse roared in his ears as he scanned the darkness, listening for anything—hoofbeats, a cry, anything that would tell him where she had gone.

Then he heard it. A sharp yelp followed by a rustling crash. He saw how she crashed into the river nearby. Her horse stood at the side. Alone

He ran down the river seeing how her body drifted with the stream. Her head bleeding.

Kayce veered toward her, his stomach twisting, pushing through the water to grab her unconscious body.

And there she was, held in his arms, he walked back to the horses. Holding her body close to his, the nightfall made the woods pitch black and the river ice cold.

The alcohol would quickly react in her body, the little wound near her eye already bleeding hard thanks to the alcohol.

He needed to make sure she got warm soon. Kayce took of her wet clothes and wrapped her in his flannel shirt and took a blanket from her horse.

"Tess, wake up. Can you move?"

She groaned, blinking up at him. “I—I don’t know.”

She tried, wincing. "Come on, let me get you on the horse. Kayce lifted her on his horse before tying hers to his saddle and taking place behind her.

His arms around her, his back steady against hers, giving extra warmth she desperately needed.Kayce exhaled sharply. “Jesus, Tess. What the hell were you thinkin’?”

She let out a shiver. “I was thinking… I wasn't."

Kayce sat back, running a hand over his face. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed, Tess.” He shook his head, his voice edged with something Tess couldn’t quite place.

She looked down, embarrassed

Finally, Kayce sighed and slid his arms under her, lifting her effortlessly. “Come on. Let’s get you home."

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[zhe-lazy-fox]

My latest trio of idiots.

Story takes place in a fantasy Nordic setting with 5 kingdoms. The 5th Kingdom is attacked and Sigrune Soldottir the youngest princess of the royal family ends up an orphan, all alone in a ruined kingdom. Finding solace in the first human person she sees after some lost wandering. Asker Wulf is an exhausted prisoner who escaped the prison when it pretty much caved in on itself during the attack. Leaving both unsure on who were behind the attack and who to trust and not.

Wulf is trying his best to be a better person after having spent 12 years rotting in a prison cell.

Stigfinn is a thief and a descendant from Changelings, he's not a Changeling Changeling, he's faaaaaaar removed from fey and trolls, enough so most are born with their magical ancestry dormant. He's the most knowledgeable about the kingdoms and magic myths, and joins them at random intervalls before deciding to stick around. (He's also a talkaholic and a flirt)

Wulf and Sigrune's pose were based on this reference from Mellon_soup on insta

[browniefox]

Meet Me on the Horizon

While traveling in a caravan with her family, Rama Marlowe is injured and forced to stay behind while the rest of the caravan returns home, and she promises to follow when she has healed. Now healed and working in a bar, Rana has bought the supplies and just needs the courage to make the journey alone.

Enter Meride No Last Name Given. While Rana is a small woman, Meri is big and loud. She’s a lonesome traveler, but very skilled, and offers to be Rama’s guide on her way home. Rana accepts, and off the two go, making many detours as they journey. After all, why not?

Along the way they run into Leir Stalker, and strange man who asks to journey with them as well, strength in numbers and all that. Rana doesn’t trust him, but Meri does, and surely she has better instincts than Rana, right?

Leir leads them to the Horizon, a sacred place where the Sun - an ancient and reincarnating evil - is said to be reborn. Meri is that demon, the full power waiting to be awoken. Before that can happen, however, Meri tries to save Rana from and attack - and dies.

And Rana wakes up on a day shortly after Leir joined the group.

And this ensues a story of time loops, self preservation, destiny, a question of what one’s nature is, old flames, and the strength of will.

(I only just realized they all only have four letter names. Should I change them?)

[adinelleggreeo]

Diary of an Ex-Witch- Story Idea

I have a new idea for a story.

It's going to be about a young woman who escaped from the lies of the new age and witchcraft. It was one of those random ideas that blossomed into something bigger.

I've decided to write it in a diary format. I'm now working on what exactly she would want to write about.

-How she woke up from the deception

-How she ended up sucked into the new age in the first place

-How these things have affected her relationships

-How has seeking Jesus changed her life

And many more ideas like that.

I'm also going to throw in a cult of delusional young women who think the demon lowercase g they're worshipping is actually doing them any favours. I saw this a lot on tik tok when I was on the app.

This addition is actually inspired by this witch I used to follow when I was in the new age. The demon lowercase g she 'works with' got upset with her because it didn't approve of one of the offerings and decided to drown her in her dream.

Yeah.