#original wiritng

[saturnray]

we’re sort of like-

magnets. except the

backs are both turned and we’re

running away.

you’re sort of like light

so so harsh

and i can’t see color without you.

and, like-

we’re two products of science

two bits of DNA

and i don’t know what it means

you don’t, and you think you do

i stir up things in my heart

you do the same in your head

and we spin in circles trying to attract, trying to reduce the brightness

until we’re dim and attached

until my brain sings like yours

and you’re exposed to my heart

we spin in these circles

til i’m quiet and you’re dark.

[valemrsn]

pearl diver, a new poem :3

[the-scouts-codex]

Next part has been updated!

It's Ruggie's time to shine. The next part to my Glorious Masquerade Fic, "May I have this dance?" Has been updated. You can find it here on Tumblr or on Ao3. My name is the same on both sites.

The work: "Dance with me!"

My master list: Night Raven Codex

[heyitsmeyourfavoritechick]

I saw galaxies in your eyes

It was nice for me to lay under too

How the stars connect to each other like family on thanksgiving

And how the nebulas dance like teenagers on prom night

The clouds chime in just to add that bit of razzle dazzle

Oh how I got lost in those eyes

And I can’t seem find my way back

Maps are useless to the sands of time

But I don’t mind

I have the clouds, I have the stars even nebulas to admire

If anything it seems like I found my perfect world.

In your eyes.

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[tuliplips2]

[harmonyvarnes]

Ooooo a new chapter of my original book/work is coming soon!.

Finally got up and wrote a chapter.

😁😁😁

[artandanarchy]

Funky lil dude who’s the main character in a script I’m writing

[thatgenderfluidmonstrosity]

A poem for TOH

Some stuff isn’t all that great, but a rhyme schemes gonna rhyme scheme

First to learn, and there in death

Choosing kindness in your final breath

A lesson to learn for the bravest child

and Magic made from all the wild

From bone to light

and light to earth

Return to home

and find your Hearth

The light above guiding those who wait

and quiet ones of stone and slate

Power granted from the past

To help you win in the final blast,

but not long will last this ancient power,

yet I know you will not cower

So go forth now in their time of need

Be it you, who will succeed

And you, for whom I made this pun

I loaf you, my last son

[starlightinhumanform]

I had this friend and I would sleepover at her house so often it just made more sense for me to sleep in her bed. It was big enough for both of us. But I would wake up in the middle of the night (I was always a light sleeper) and think about putting my leg over hers and holding her back close to my chest. I would think about brushing the hair out of her face. I thought it was normal. I loved her so goddamn much, even though even though it was unhealthy, even though it was codependent. We we're two snakes eating each others tails. Even though she treated me like shit. Even when she pushed me against the lockers because I walked with someone else instead of her. I had her eyes memorized, had mapped the flecks of gray in the blue.

We stopped talking in high school but I learned from another girl (who had the same name as her) that the first boy she loved cheated on her. But I think we all know he wasn't really the first.

I came over so often I still know where the spoons are in her kitchen. I know the layout of her house and the way one of the closest doors doesn't shut right. Her parents always loved me. I was witty and smart, but I knew when to shut up and act timid. I was what they never trained their daughter to do. I was what their daughter trained me to do. Her parents have gotten divorced since then. They've probably moved out of that house. The hinge on the closet door has probably been fixed. But it's still broken to me.

I would tell jokes I thought were stupid, just to see her laugh. I know the roundness of her cheeks and the thickness of her hair and how her lips always looked soft. When my lips were chapped, she would offer me Vaseline. There was a specific type of chapstick I used when I loved her; I still can't stand the scent today.

For a long time, I hated her. I hated the way she made me feel about myself and the things she did to me. Most of all I hated that I couldn't stop loving her. But I love the person I am today and she had a hand in that creation. She shaped me and molded me and forced me to grow past her. The soft clay of my body is dented with uncountable handprints; many of them are hers.

Sometimes I wonder about her. I wonder if I even touched her at all.

[olliaus]

There's This Girl

hey! this is a random story i just wrote, i have ideas on expanding it but this is it so far. any constructive feedback would be helpful! hope you like it!

The hurried breath, the quiet sobs, music to my ears. I am a creation of shadows and fear, and my god does this human have a lot of it. It’s beautiful. Her being will be a part of the shadows soon enough.

I’ve backed her into a corner now, she stands on shaky legs, cowering, delicious. I await her final plea, as all are different and some are even funny.

“Please,” as expected, “please, help me.”

…not as expected. What?

“If you can understand me…please, help me.”

She’s still quietly sobbing, still shaking, yet she’s asking for help. From me. A creature which she should be petrified from. It makes me pause, unwillingly, and she seems to take it as a sign to keep talking.

“You can kill me,” She says hurriedly, as if that wasn’t already going to happen. It’s nice to have permission, I suppose. “But please help me get out of this house. That man is not my dad, I don’t know how much longer I have here but I’m not dying by his hands or in his house. Not if I have anything to say about it.” 

That…is a strong confession.

I shrink my size down to what humans would consider normal before addressing the one before me. Her eyes followed my movement, tracking every small detail and shift of my form, still assessing my threat level. 

She’s smart, I have to give her that. Or just monumentally stupid. But this is interesting.

“You ask a being you couldn’t previously fathom into existence a moment ago, for help.” My voice sounds static, and the girl flinches, obviously hearing but now the fun part, does she understand? Cause if she doesn’t, well, what am I waiting around for?

She looks at me again with a look of concentration, before quietly responding, “Yes.”

She is stupid then.

I can’t help but laugh and the human flinches again, static probably filling her head. Oh well. She can understand me!

This is interesting. Fascinating, if you will. Though, now I have to wonder, how dire is this girl's situation that she’s asking me for help? Am I the only– I’m not even a living thing. Am I the first anything with a conscience this girl has seen in… well, what knows how long. Above, that’s… smart on this supposed ‘dad's’ side. Though, not so great for the girl. I could team up with the dad– no, that wouldn’t work, the girl’s clearly not that afraid of me anymore. Not that she couldn’t be again, but it just doesn’t feel natural.

I look at her again and really look, this time. She’s moved from standing to sitting with her back against the wall, knees drawn up in futile protection. She has her arms crossed in front of her, hunched shoulders, trying to make herself smaller. She has sleep shorts and a tank top on, short curly hair in a bob with bangs, tattoos decorate her arms in swirling patterns and eyes and symbols that I don’t feel like deciphering right now. The tattoos are cool though. Now I’m looking more closely, there are also bruises that line her wrists and arms, and a quick look at her legs shows the same thing. 

Oh. 

Uhhh. I am way out of my element here. 

“Listen kid,” another flinch, but she recovers fairly quickly this time, “I kinda just kill people, not get into their personal business.”

She huffs out a breath, which, wow, ok. Someone’s feeling brave. “God fucking dammit, fine whatever, then go kill him and let me kill myself in peace.”

She then starts to get up from the wall before I stop her, “Woah, wait, what? Ok,” But she’s already moving around me to apparently do whatever it was she was doing before I showed up and tried to kill her. 

I turn around to follow her but she’s already talking again, “I mean,” she scoffs, “I have spent so long playing my cards right, getting him to trust me enough to not have to sleep with a chain on. I have been playing his game just how he wants me to and now when I finally have a plan to escape everything, you come along and mess everything up!” She’s over to the storage shelves now, working herself up while still being quiet. A survival strategy, I realise.

“I mean, it was perfect! All I had to do was wait for a while without the chain so he could see I wouldn’t do anything, I had to fucking starve myself so I wouldn’t be weakened by whatever drugs he was putting in my food. I have to come down here, find out whatever medicines he’s giving me, go outside and overdose on the strongest one.” She pauses and takes a breath before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a set of keys, “I even got the fucking keys to all the deadbolts on the door,” her voice cracks as she starts to silently sob.

I stay quiet. What are you supposed to say to that? Here I was, just hoping to get a little treat on my way home and now there's this girl who would rather die on her own terms instead of being killed by something else. 

Which, love the will, but really. Now I feel like I have to be the one to get her. I mean, I’ve listened to her sob story, and it’s pretty good, plus! She even gave me a deal and who could possibly say no to a deal like that?

“I accept your deal.”

She starts, like she had forgotten I was there, which doesn’t usually happen, “What?”

“I accept your deal. To help you escape, then to kill you.”

She smiles at me, “Really?”

It’s said with so much hope, that I feel something inside of me that I don’t recognize and quickly shove to the side.

“I have nothing better to do.” Sadly, the truth. 

The relief on her face makes me feel awkward, how desperate is this girl to be grateful for me?

Before she can say anything else, the door to the basement slams open and with the light it provides I can see the girl’s face clearer. She has tan skin and freckles that line her cheeks and nose, she has green eyes, brown hair and circle glasses. Not the worse human I’ve ever seen.

The light also means that I can see all the color leave from the girl’s face as terror takes over.

“Pixie.”

…

Why is there more fear on her face right now, then when she first saw me?

[duothings]

Reincs Roadtrip From Hell (2351 words) by DuoTrauma Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Character(s)/Original Character(s), Original Character(s) & Original Character(s) Characters: Original Characters, Reinc Zero Cimex (OC), Time | Typhus (OC), Aelius (OC), KMA10 | K | Luck (OC), Sciz (OC), Anpu (OC), Akari Cad (OC), Eryn (OC) Additional Tags: Road Trips, Original Character(s), Original Fiction, Major Original Character(s), Original Character-centric, POV Original Character, Original Universe, Original Mythology, Minor Original Character(s), Fluff, Found Family, How Do I Tag, no beta we die like SPACE, ocs getting displaced in space time for my amusment, Violence, defenestration (throwing someone through a window), lots of curse words, also reinc using fictional gods names in vain multiple times, Time Travel, Dimension Travel, earth has no idea whats coming for them, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Crack, Minor Character Death, all the characters that die are unnamed and only show up for a few sentances, original magic system Series: Part 1 of InterTempus Summary:

time goes on a vacation, so they send any freaks that could mess with the timeline while theyre away to earth to go on a roadtrip (this cant go wrong at all)

this whole thing is self indulgent oc crack, i could talk about my ocs and their world and world building and magic systems all day lets hope i tagged this right

[saturnray]

eating your flesh

like cows meat,

lucky like a

rabbit foot.

can you hear my footsters behind you crunching in

the blood stained snow?

Its just the way it has to be, a food chain and generational loop of wolf and prey.

If you couldn’t handle It

why didnt you say so?

[yourfreindlynighborhoodspycrab]

Luke decades later exploring the ruins of the temple post empire and being used as the imperial palace for 20 years.

digging though the sub levels trying to find if there is anything at he can use a foundation.

A data chip that sliped through the cracks and fell where no one could find it. Some padawans secret hidey hole with some old study materials waiting for its long gone student to collect when he find a small little clue.

Children don't always take secrecy completely serious affterall. The force just made sure that someone left something for only him to find. a echo of a plan. Some great escape written down in one diary entry they thought no one would ever find and suddenly Luke is on the hunt.

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Op this is so good omg I simply needed to make more.

My ONGOING "SI-OC Ponderings that my Muse is haunting me with but I may never get around to write" Series!

Because, fuck it, might as well. Maybe it will inspire somebody?

Jedi Youngling! Staring down that double barrel Order 66! FUCK.

Now, see, they don't blame the Clones. They don't even blame the Jedi. Whole lot of "victims of circumstance and our Wrong Place Wrong Time environment" going on. But? Are they gonna lay down and take it? Fffffuck no!

They JUST got this body!

Also?

THESE ARE BABIES.

They, An ADULT, have a god damned MORAL OBLIGATION to save as many of this itty bitty alien babies as they can. They warn the adults, obviously. But they FULLY expect? And are unsurprised? When they DON'T LISTEN.

There is a Force Damned PRECEDENT for that. (May you finally rest in peace now, Master Sifo-Dyas.)

The younglings though? THEY didn't get to make a choice. THEY are innocents. And as the only ADULT with knowledge of what's to come? It's HER moral, ethical, and Force given obligation to PROTECT them until they can do so themselves.

As a Jedi... she has to PICK.

Try to save the adults? Those who willfully chose ignorance AND have the ability to defend themselves? To fight and flee under their own power? Or... save the younglings, the infants and babies. Those whose ignorance is that of the young and still learning? Who CAN NOT fight. Can Not run?

It's no choice at all. And if they truely understood? She can only hope they would command her to do EXACTLY as she is doing. Would demand no less. Consider it UNTHINKABLE to ever choose them.

She searches out the hidden passages. Practices lifting things instead of sword stances. She will need to carry so much. Move so quickly. She KNOWS where the attack will come from... Force willing, if she plans well? The Creches will be EMPTY by the time the soilders arrive.

But for that? She must steal. Redirect. Take things from where they should be. It is easier then it should be. First because no expects true mischief from a child, then? Because a war has begun.

Restriction Bolts of the Temple droids and a simple explanation is enough to gain their assistance. It's illogical not to have a plan, even if you never use it. And through them? "Liberated" data jewels. Already plumbed for all the information they're good for. High end, too.

Perfect.

She wipes them all. Fashion's a belt that, one day, Force willing she might wear as a necklace. Then sets to work coping EVERYTHING about the Jedi. When the temple is lost? Their history should not be.

So long as this string of jewels alone survives.

The Jedi are remembered. Luke with not have to start over from half memories and hearsay. They can learn from the past AND still have it. She puts diaries, prophecies, books the jedi wrote for fun. Various Force sects both past and still alive. Teaching methods. Anything. Everything.

A time capsule.

It HAS to be enough.

She fears it's not. Sneaks into the hall of retired Sabers. Sits. And opens her mind to them all. Please. Please! She knows. She's so, SO sorry. You were done. You EARNED your rest. She would not ask this if youngling were not on the line. If Illum might not become to dangerous to travel too.

....if she did not fear what would become of you, should you stay.

The Sith is coming. He WILL take the temple.

Will you come with me now?

Some do, some promise to die, and die VICIOUS. Swear to blow to deadly shrapnel in the hands of any who dare come for them. Others leave their casings. Willing to come, but not as they were. She apologizes for the indignity, as she stuffs them all in the hidden paths.

Honestly? They muse. They've seen worse. Remember that-? WE DO NOT SPEAK OF THAT. HE WAS TRYING HIS BEST, OKAY?!

And all throughout? One must wonder. What do the other younglings think? That OC is strange? Mad? To be ostracized? No, of course not. She is nice. Listens when they're upset. Does not judge or make every emotion a test. Hugs come readily and her mind FEELS older. Like the Creche Master.

And? If Master YODA can be short? Why not OC? She just lives with them. The other Knights and Master's don't listen to her because she Sees things. It scares them. They SAY they do. But children know the difference, don't they? Between what you promise you'll do... and what you'll ACTUALLY do?

But see, the Creche Master's? Increasingly distracted. Preparing the eldest of their charges for WAR ZONES. It's stressful. The fact that the youngers are quiet? SHOULD raise alarm bells. They KNOW better. But they are distracted.

The ones who DO notice? Are the orphan Padawan. The older initiates. People assigned to "help out".

There aren't enough mind healers. Not enough hands to help around the Creche. It was considered a good idea. Young children are full of uncomplicated Light! Yes, Yoda. They are. But as with Obi-Wan, so too with the Crechelings? Children are NOT here to mend the hurts of their elders. That is NOT their purpose.

They are exposing the youngers to Fear and Grief. Broken bonds and the echos of war. This is NOT good for young force sensitives.

Yet... are THEY not young Force Sensitives? Children too? OC knows they are. And it is a bitterness on her tounge. She does what she can. Because SHE is and adult. They notice too. How can they not? The other children turn to her, she guides them through their day. She gives "projects" and listens to concerns. Walks everyone through meditation.

......runs everyone through the Evacuation Plan? WHAT Evacuation Plan?

Oh.

It... it helps. Having something they are PART of. Doing TOGETHER. Something to combat the growing, creeping, darkness that is not violence and death. This? This is planning. Preparation. It... it feels like have some sense of control again, after everything has become senseless and OUT of control. Yet? It is not DARK. Not seeking to force control on others.

It is just... quietly stepping back.

One foot, then another. Calmly and with grief. Letting go, knowing you have tried, as you leave those who have made their choices to the fates they chose. Silently slipping out the door before the building begins to burn. Just as you warned them. Just as they refused to hear.

It's okay to grieve.

Even those who are still alive.

Of course, Shadows ARE supposed to notice unusual movements. Spies and Falling are a concern. Heeey, little youngling! How's things? Just swinging byyyy~☆ soft interrogation tactics~! Gonna admit to any of the Blatant Theft?

Yes, actually. Good you are here. Saves OC the trouble of trying to figure out who is and isn't a Shadow. Kinda convenient, Master Vos, that it's you. What's the fastest set of ships you could stash at the exit to this and THIS hidden path? By this date?

He's sorry, what?

You heard her.

Tiny youngling, unflinching, staring him down and asking for ships like that's a thing she has any right to do? Why? Well... that depends. Are you actually going to listen, Master Vos, or do you want an answer that will comfort you?

Excuse me.

Do you remember? Master Vos, the suffering of Sifo-Dyas? A temple full of Jedi, a seat upon it's council, yet not a single soul would hear him. Would truely listen. How many Knights? How many Masters? Tell me, Master Vos, exactly how many have DIED for willful ignorance and attachment to peaceful days?

There could not POSSIBLY be Sith. So we will not train or prepare. There can not POSSIBLY be a war, Sifo-Dyas, so be consumed by your fear alone. Die, alone. Let Padawan and peacekeepers be Generals. Because what the Force has shown you? It is happening today.

So we refuse to see it. Cling to the present, Master Vos.

Isn't it so COMFORTING here?

You don't have to know what might be. Don't have to ACT. Can be blind and choose ignorance.

A vision then? He surely concludes. For he is no fool. And the Youngling just looks tired. Eats their meal. Answer the question, Master Vos. Do you remember? Was Master Kenobi's suffering also ignored? How well did that work out. Will you LISTEN or have you already come to your conclusions, and now simply seek information to support them?

....he wants to. He does. But you're like, four.

OC nods. Fair. She can see the genuine conflict on his face. He HEARD her. But can not let go of what his eyes tell him. The Force is too muddled here. She too, would have a hard time trusting a small child with something so serious. But.... she can not change her path. And neither can he.

May the Force Be With You, Master Vos.

Plan Besh it is.

She is a small adorable child. The Coruscant gaurd are overworked and filled with spite. Who wants caff and bribery~? Do they clock her immediately? Yes. Is this hilarious. Also yes. Who did you kill, small child? We promise not to be mad.

No one, yet. Could change. She would prefere it not. But who knows. Anyway~☆! Do any of YOU caff loving (here have a refill) gentleman happen to know of any asshole Goverment Officals with REALLY fast ships that run primarily of droid piloting? With potentially easily disabled trackers? Not that she, a small child, would be DOING anything with this information!

It's just neat information to know! *innocent blinking of innocence*

Uh huh. And they were decanted yesterday.

That SAID.... they have a list. Oh noooo! They dropped the list! So much effort to pick it up. Hey, kid, could pick that up and definitely not steal it for us? Good baby Jedi. Thanks for the Caff. Tell Vos to stop haunting the lower levels. It's OUR job to hunt criminals for sport, not his.

Yes, sir o7

Of she goes? To the Senatorial Garage. It's mostly droids. Of LOOK! I have this handy little tool! Pop. Pop, pop, pop~! Hey? Wanna fuck over the asshole who doesn't appreciate you, steal this ship, AND save the lives of small children?

BOY WOULD THEY! Says local every droid in the Ship pool.

Great! Just figure out where the trackers are, how to turn them off, and when it's time? Meet a one of these locations for pick up. We're gonna NEED you. Like... actually NEED. Not "I'm throwing my money around on the latest and greatest then not USING THEM FOR ANYTHING" supposedly need. You'll have SO MUCH WORK.

(They're gonna cry in Binary. Omg? Fuckin FINALLY???)

And so... inevitably. The clock ticks down. The drama of adults ramps up. They smuggle a few clone troopers through surgery. Try to warn the others. Know it won't be enough. The momentum is too great. The gears of War will grind over everything.

Like a forest fire... the old has to burn away for new growth.

But like hell is she letting that come at the cost of tiny bodies. Clones trapped in their minds forced to fire upon children. There will be enough horrors this day. This can be on less. They WILL be ready. And... they are.

She sees the council running out. Knows what it means. And she does NOT hesitate. Her signal goes out. Her Padawan helpers dropping everything to BOLT for the Creche and the go bags stored there. They are followed by friends. Who do not understand, but trust them. Who's Master's do not understand, but assume this is some plan they were not told off.

It certainly seems so, when in the distance? They hear the temple gaurds fighting to hold the line. Hear blasterfire. They race down the hidden paths. Are met with droids, loading up food and medicine, leave as soon as each ship has the assigned numbers. Again and again. Senatorial chips mean instant pass into space. Important business, you understand.

The droids will follow, with everything. Including what was nailed down. Probably the nails too.

Might steal the hammers while they're at it.

Next stop? Wild Space.

Explorcorps newest finds. FRESHLY deleted. All points warning already being sent. A Fuck You Very MUCH, Sith-y Pants. You'll not be getting ANY of the Corps workers if THEY can help it. And hey... the Masters and a few knights were a pleasant suprise. Them and their squad of rescue troopers? Almost make enough adults to take care of everybody!

Now all they have to do? Is hide, rebuild, and regrow.

Return when Luke has down his Luke thing.

Who knows... not her. She made a plan and she DID it. Some one else can decide for a while. She's just a kid. Tell her when they get there, okay?

[the-scouts-codex]

Asks are open.

I think its time that I open my Asks Box. Feel free to ask things about my Twst OC, my writing, my art, my thoughts etc.

[demithebohemian]

Me, when I finally work out that plot detail that’s been driving me nuts for months:

[tuliplips2]

What Depression is

Depression is being in a stagnant state. As when you are Confined to your solitude. As when blues, greys, and all hues from white to black are following from behind. As when winter never ends and spring is yet to come, And soon enough your tears will have run out of salt.

Depression is always being cold and yet to find a source of warmth. As when the flick of the light is far from reach.

@mystiswords