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[lrialthewriter]

Let's start this again, shall we?

Hi! Welcome to my humble abode, I decided that maybe I will actually go in post here my original works and maybe some scattered fanwritings every now and then!

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#RoVoices: Reign of Voices

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Main Story

Reign of Voices

Part 1: Into the College Life

[moonrvsh]

forbidden fruit

[weaversthread]

A Letter, A Lecture, and A Question of Loyalty ⚔️

[zuzu-draws]

About time I see something on my TL that is not blatant Sukuna slander.

I feel like this Quote tweet in addition to the given thread perfectly summarises why a character like Sukuna intrigues me so much. He's like a complex puzzle piece we've yet to solve. An enigma of conflicting sides.

Despite my best efforts i still can't picture his backstory and motivations fully yet. I just hope that whatever Gege has planned for his backstory, it thoroughly shoves my heart through the meat grinder :') Hopefully, it is well thought-out and ties in nicely with his character. It's about time we get to know why he turned out the way he has. And i am DYING to know what Sukuna knows about "Love" ..

[holfelderwrites124]

QUESTION

So @frostedlemonwriter mentioned that they have posted massive chapters on Tumblr. I'm currently getting like no interest on Substack. So, Poll Time!

Reblog for sample size pls! <3 Also, pls vote, seriously.

[bookshelf-in-progress]

I've had an odd nostalgia for the Once Upon a Time series of mediocre short-novel-length fairy tale retellings. I've been wanting to read the retelling of "East of the Sun, West of the Moon" from that line.

The trouble is that there is no such book.

Which makes me want to write it.

Unfortunately, the only straightforward traditional retelling of that fairy tale I want to write doesn't fit with that style.

But thinking about it got me excited about that old idea all over again.

[duskianfae]

N o r a

[katiekatdragon27]

No I don't have a favorite oc what gave you that idea?

This is like a month old I just forgot to post it lol

Does this work as a good promotion for people to support my object show? Cuz it took me like 3 straight hours to finish lol. Spool is my favorite character to make things with, I love her sm.

Look how silly she is! I hope he explodes <3

Also, she can dance! Like the CB plush!

I doubt I'll be making more of these cuz it hurt my hands and took forever, but that just makes him more special^^

Have a lovely day guys :)

[keepofkandrakar]

i wanna see the origins of candela obscura. how was it founded? who founded it? what made them want to do this? i am seriously this close 🤏 to writing a series focusing on the first ever circle of candela obscura that inspired the creation of the secret society with a duty carried out for generations in the fairelands.

[turgid-cucumber]

PLEASE tell me about your Arrigal because I’m obsessed w him

Alright okay wow sure!

Arrigal Kaldera is the second son of a prominent Vistani family. Like every member of his immediate family, he is a werewolf.

With his older brother as the head of the family, Arrigal was largely sidelined and left to his own devices, which suited him just fine. It allowed him to get away with not having a wife and kids, and leaving most of the whole serving Strahd business to other people.

Still, when push comes to shove, he will take on responsibility, often more than necessary.

When he came home from gallivanting on the Prime Material Plane and found his family had kidnapped a local child in order to blackmail its family, he took it upon himself to set things right, both for the sake of the boy and his family. Unfortunately, things went very wrong.

The consequences were dire - for everyone involved.

Plagued by guilt, he now avoids responsibility even more than before, but it seems he can neither escape the consequences of his actions nor fate itself.

And then there is the arrival of a group of adventurers who appear to be tied to the fabric of Barovia itself. A chance encounter with them led to an unusual friendship, especially with the cleric Galen, who knows a monster when he sees one, yet seems to see someone capable of kindness and tenderness when looking at Arrigal. (Homosexual behavior tbh)

As the story unfolds, he finds himself thrust both into the role of a leader and a slave, with more responsibility and less agency than ever before in his life.

(Ooff. Sorry that got long. I turned Arri into a stupidly complex character and this isn't even half of what's going on with him. A lot of his story is still spoilers, while other parts are tied to van Richten,Strahd and Ezmeralda)

[michaelbaileywriter]

Station Identification Time

Who Am I? I’m a writer originally from Falmouth, MA who now lives in Oxford, MA with my awesome wife Veronica, two dogs, and four cats who don’t like to let us sleep in. After 15 years with the Falmouth Enterprise, where I worked as a general and political reporter, blogger, and editor, I left the news industry to focus on my creative writing. In addition to my novels (more on that in a…

[adamsvanrhijn]

another day another thought about how literally all they needed to do to make the maud plotline make sense. before even making it Better. is to simply have her not go to anybody's house other than aurora's

[weaversthread]

The Lovers 🌙☀️

[llycaons]

oh my god the 'fanfiction isn't books' post is on my dash again...I just think it's so funny how people act like this is such a cut and dry argument when content matter, format, quality, length, editing, medium, style, originality, production value, etc. obsfucates the designation of 'book' so thoroughly as to make the argument nearly meaningless. there is nothing you could say about fanfic as a category that can't also apply to some kind of book. a lot more things fit into that category than you might think, and it kind of doesn't mean they have any inherent superiority in format

[holfelderwrites124]

Severed Threads

Chapter 2: Schemes

(Chapter 1: Promotion)

Two weeks go by before Aisha is finally able to drag Ian away from Abby and Dennis for a night to celebrate his promotion. Ian is full of excuses during that time — thin excuses that Aisha can see right through. Abby needs me to do this, Dennis wants to hang out, I’m too tired tonight. She knows damn well that Abby just wants to control Ian’s time, and Dennis only cares about Ian’s … well. He only cares about getting Ian into bed.

I’m too tired is the only excuse that Aisha truly believes. She can see the exhaustion in the dark circles under his eyes and in the way he drags himself around the offices when he thinks no one is looking. Every time Aisha runs into Ian, his eyes have lost a little bit more of their usual sparkle. After week one of being put off, Aisha reaches out to Paul to see if he knows what’s going on.

Paul tells Aisha that Ian has been deteriorating for a while now, maybe two months.

“He hides it well,” Paul tells Aisha. “His performance is the same as always — spectacular. He’s adjusted well to his knew position.” Paul shakes his head. “But when he thinks no one is looking, I can see the cracks in that mask he’s putting on.”

“What do you mean?” Aisha asks.

“I’ve caught him having panic attacks several times in the mornings.” Paul sighs. “He always straightens up and puts on a smile when he hears me coming. But he’s … shaking and I can hear him talking to himself, trying to calm himself down.” Paul stuffs his hands in his pocket and leans against the door. “And that thing he does with his left arm, when that chronic pain flares? He’s doing it again.”

Aisha winces. “Shit. That’s not great.”

Ian was diagnosed a few years ago with fibromyalgia. It often flares up if Ian is stressed, sleep-deprived, or extremely upset. If he’s been tucking his arm stiffly against his side, that means he’s struggling again.

Paul nods. “Yeah, he’s not doing so hot. But I can’t get him to crack. He just smiles and tells me he’s fine.”

Aisha huffs. “That’s the same response I’m getting. Just a grin and a don’t worry about me.” Aisha purses her lips. “It’s that damn couple he’s been with, the McCartneys. He’s been getting worse ever since he moved in with them.”

Paul tilts his head, considering. “You know, I think you’re right. That is when it first started.”

“I was so happy for him when he got together with them. They seemed like just the right fit for him.” Aisha shakes her head sadly. “He’s been so lonely since he cut ties with his family, and I was hoping these two would be healthy for him.” Aisha snorts. “Fucking unicorn hunters.”

Paul raises an eyebrow. “Unicorn hunters?”

“Oh, sorry.” Aisha laughs softly. “It’s a term in the poly community for a couple looking for a third. It’s usually a male-female couple looking for a woman to join them for funsies, but occasionally you’ll find some looking for a man.” Aisha rolls her eyes. “It’s rarely a true ethical non-monogamous situation, because the unicorn isn’t really allowed to date outside of the throuple, while the other partners can usually do what they want.”

Paul looks vaguely ill. “You think they trapped Ian?”

Aisha nods. “I really do. Ian’s been withdrawing from John and I, and you. First it was just that they wanted to spend time with him, but now …”

“Now he’s working overtime any chance he can get,” Paul fills in. He shakes his head. “I’ve noticed. It makes me wonder how much they’re asking him to contribute to stay in that house of theirs.”

Aisha snorts. “It’s … not a great house.”

“Really? It looks great from the outside, I’ve seen pictures Ian’s shown me.”

“Yeah.” Aisha huffs. “They’ve done a ton of cosmetic work on the interior, so the rooms even look great. But half the plumbing doesn’t work, kitchen cabinets are falling off the walls, and the structure? The structural integrity of that house is not good.”

Paul lets out a long sigh. “Shit.”

“You can say that again.” Aisha frowns up at Paul. “My guess is they’re making him pay more than he should be, with all the overtime he’s clocking.”

“He’s apologizing again too, like he did when you two were in the Academy.”

Aisha winces. “Yeah, I noticed that. He’s doing it with you too?”

Paul nods, and Aisha sighs.

Apologizing for every opinion or thought that came out of Ian’s mouth had always been a habit — Aisha blamed his religious upbringing — but since the McCartney’s, Ian was always apologizing. His inherent lack of confidence in his personal life was worse. He cut himself down more often, and his negative self-talk was worse than Aisha had seen it in the five years she had known Ian.

“I blame Abby for that,” Aisha says. “I met her once. She clearly thought I was a threat. She was such a snob.” Aisha snorts. “And Dennis? Jesus, Dennis couldn’t keep his hands off Ian. It was so uncomfortable to watch. Hell, I even caught Ian swatting at Dennis once or twice to get him away from Ian. It was weird.”

Paul makes a disgusted face. “Yeah, they came here once to see Ian. I met them in the hall. Dennis followed Abby around like a lost puppy. I think the only thing other than Abby that he cares about is Ian. And … I mean … well …”

“No I get you,” Aisha nods. “The only thing Dennis cares about is Ian’s dick.”

Paul sputters and turns a faint shade of red.

Aisha raises an eyebrow. “You know I’m right.”

Paul clears his throat awkwardly and nods. “No, I … I know.”

Aisha smirks at him. “I’ll try to be less blunt next time.”

“No, it’s alright.” Paul laughs quietly. “I’m just … I don’t … I don’t think about Ian in that way ever, so it’s weird to hear.” He frowns. “It’s so weird to hear anyone think about Ian … like that. He’s so private about everything …”

“Related to sex?” Aisha smirks again as Paul rolls his eyes at her bluntness. “Yeah. He’s not comfortable with the topic, and frankly, I don’t know how comfortable he is with Abby and Dennis’s attention.” Aisha sighs. “Well, I guess we both agree, then. Something’s going on with Ian, and it’s not great.”

Paul nods. “Plan?”

Aisha shrugs. “I’m going to keep badgering him until he agrees to come over and have dinner with me and John, but I have no idea how long that will take.”

“I can get on his case about having dinner with Shannon and I. Maybe he’ll agree to at least one of us to get us off of his back.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Aisha says with a smile.

The two of them part ways, Paul returning to his office and Aisha focusing back on her monitors. They play out their plan for nearly another entire week before Ian breaks, agreeing to spend Friday night with Aisha and John. Aisha lets Paul know, but they both agree that Paul shouldn’t come. Ian can clam up when he feels trapped, and they want him to feel comfortable enough to open up about whatever is bothering him.

Aisha sets a time with Ian, lets John know, and then commences to plot out the best way to get Ian to talk.

In the end, her plans don’t really matter. Ian’s body takes matters into its own hands.

Ian looks pale and unwell from the moment he sets foot in the bullpen that Friday morning. Both Aisha and Paul notice it, and furtively text each other about the circles under his eyes and his stiff posture. He perks up the moment he catches Paul watching him, pasting on a fake smile that doesn’t reach his eyes and choking out an off-kilter greeting. Paul asks how he is, as he always does, but today, Ian just shrugs and says hanging in there.

He didn’t even try to fake it, Paul texts Aisha.

Alarm bells go off in Aisha’s head. If Ian isn’t even bothering to fake a chipper doing great, then he must really be hurting, physically or mentally — or both. Aisha keeps a close eye on Ian from her lair through the one window that opens to the bullpen. She notes how slow he moves, and how tired he looks when he thinks no one is watching. Aisha wonders how his conversation with Abby and Dennis went when he told them he was having dinner with Aisha and John. She assumes it went poorly.

Somehow they make it to the end of the day with no crisis requiring either Ian or John — who is a Philadelphia EMT — to skip dinner, and at promptly six, Ian knocks on the door to Aisha and John’s apartment. John lets him in, as Aisha is finishing putting the chicken in the oven.

“Hey, Ian! Long time no see!” Aisha hears John greet Ian.

Ian’s response is a low murmur, which makes Aisha anxious. He used to be full of life, especially around John. She had tracked for a while how animated Ian would get around John, always ready to regale him with some story or another, and always willing to listen to whatever John had to say in response. If even John can’t bring Ian out of his shell … well, they may just have to stage an actual intervention.

Aisha joins Ian and John in their living room once the chicken is in the oven. They engage in small talk for a while, just chitchatting about jobs and hobbies. Aisha can see Ian giving a valiant effort to brighten up — tiny smiles, a curious glint in his eyes, and the occasional encouraging head nod, but he’s hardly like himself at all. John catches it too, glancing at Aisha out of the corner of his eye every now and then. Something is wrong, even more so than usual.

It’s not until John stands to grab them all drinks that everything comes to a head. Ian abruptly stands as well.

“I’ll … I can help,” he says softly, but earnestly. There’s a small smile toying at his lips, and Aisha notes the way John lights up at Ian’s offer.

John motions for Ian to follow. Ian takes two steps, then comes to a hesitant stop.

“I’m … sorry. I think … I think I should s-sit down?” Ian glances down at Aisha, confusion in his face.

Then his eyes close, his knees buckle, and he collapses onto their carpet.

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Chapter 3: Fights and Fainting

[strywoven]

closed. // @zinbu ( ft. sukuna & kaëltyr )

An old myth presides : a monster made of burning-glory gave unto man the GIFT OF FIRE so he shall never again fear the dark ⸺ Merely a story , of course , unless we are to believe the whispers still uttered as if keeping a most venerable s e c r e t .  For whom else may teach the technique , if not the keeper of the power itself ?

Rare and rarer still , in these last several lifetimes , that Kaëltyr has taken on a d i s c i p l e , an a p p r e n t i c e of any kind.  Long ago , it had ventured to isolation , forsaken itself and the company of the creatures it was ordained to guide and protect.  Humanity , after all , was not born with the tolerance to withstand the presence of cursed divinity ( try as it likes despite the fact , no soul alive has ever survived its companionship & courtship ) .  Yet there were , admittedly , a privileged few which managed to thwart the Design.  This man - Ryomen Sukuna - is one of them , brazenly DEMANDING that the Immaculate impart its wisdom unto him ( if only for a price ; all things in consequence ) .

It watches on , now , ever the stalwart tutor , as he struggles and fails to conjure a proper flame.  Fauny features twist , sharpening at the seams in d i s p l e a s u r e as maw splits and spits in smoke-cinder , ❝ Ock !  Ye feckin’ useless man-t’ing !  ‘Ave ye learned not’in’ thus far ?!  Ain’t ye been lissenin’ ta’ a t’ing Ah said ?! ❞  Lash-plume tail whips forward , sparing no force as it w h a p s him along the backside , correcting his posture to attention from a lax stance.  It sneers down at him in disdain , furred ears pinned to a bristling mane of colorful fire rippling in ire around their effeminately bestial features.  Then , a thought dawns : perhaps , it needs to approach this from a more … HUMAN level , a much more BASIC one.

❝ Fine , we’ll try somet’in’ else. ❞  It rumbles , stepping forward , the air h e a v i n g on its presence as it moves with an uncanny grace.  One hand reaches out , large palm pressing atop his chest , over his heart.  ❝ ‘S a feelin’ , ye understand ?  Fire’s a force , an intention , like any other technique.  FEEL IT , EMBRACE IT . ❞  To help , or perhaps to spite , its own power seeps into him from their hand , spreading outwards and racing through his veins , tangling deep into his marrow and spirit ; a rush of heat , a surge of ferocity and otherworldly strength burning through every essence of his being , hopefully setting him to k i n d l e properly.