#origonal stories

[themidnightblog]

The night I left my body behind

I remember that I couldn’t sleep. My ears were heightened; I could hear the Highway, the rattling of the windows in the wind, and dogs barking somewhere far away. I lay there in the darkness of my room, listening as the highway, the wind, and the dogs merged into one deafening hum that reverberated inside my head. My throat tightened; I knew no sound would manage to escape. The darkness evolved; shadows danced across the ceiling. They crept along the walls, and they grew, engulfing the room. I squeezed my eyes shut. A new sound stood out amongst the rest, a faint scratching. It sounded as if something was clawing at the door. I opened my eyes; the shadows were gone. I lay there listening to the distinct scratching noise. Eventually, Curiosity won the battle over my tired body, and I climbed out of bed. I glanced at the alarm clock on my desk; it read 12:00 Am. When I tried to open the door, the weirdest thing happened, the doorknob went through my hand. I tried to grab it again, thinking I had just imagined it, but once again, the doorknob passed right through. I placed my hand on the solid wood of the door and pushed; my hand vanished; I pulled it back and looked at my hand. It looked normal; it felt normal. I took a deep breath and stepped through the door. I was standing in the hallway of my house; my bedroom door was still closed behind me. I didn’t have time to ponder the strangeness of what just happened because the scratching continued. I slowly walked down the narrow hallway, carefully avoiding the floorboards I knew creaked, but I suspected that I couldn’t make any noise if I tried.

I discovered that the scratching was coming from the front door. This time I didn’t try the doorknob. Instead, I walked straight through the wood to the outside world. The wind flipped my hair around and seeped through my thin pajamas, sending a chill down my spine. I felt light, like a feather. The cold, hard concrete of the driveway was under my feet, but I was standing on a cloud. The urge to run was prevalent. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw glowing eyes watching me from a bush nearby. The bush rustled as a cat jumped out. The cat walked right past me; down the road; his tail swayed in the wind, and I followed him. The cat led me through the winding roads and many cul-de-sacs surrounding my house. We came to a chain-link fence that blocked the backyard of a house. The cat paid no attention to the fence and squeezed through a small gap at the bottom where the wire had come loose, “Hey, wait!” My own raspy voice shocked me, “you can’t-” the cat ignored me and kept walking. I reached up to grab the top of the fence and lifted my foot to climb, but my hands didn’t catch anything. I lost my balance and gasped as I fell straight through the fence onto the grassy yard on the other side. “Oh, right” I looked up from the ground where I had planted my face, only to be met with big glowing eyes. The cat tilted its head. I sat up, “where are you taking me?” The cat turned and walked away. I scrambled to get up off the wet grass and followed the cat. Loud sudden barks sent goosebumps down my arms, and the hair on my neck pricked up. A large dog came out of the dark, and the cat sped off towards a cluster of bushes,

trying to get away from the dog in pursuit of him. “Wait!” I yelled again; I wasn’t sure why I was still talking to the cat. The dog didn’t see me as I ran past it into the bush. I stumbled through the darkness; the dogs' barks behind me. Finally, I made out another chain-link fence. I came out on the Highway. The cat sat underneath a streetlight, its dark fur glowing. The Highway was quiet, not a car in sight, despite the noise I heard earlier. Once I got to the cat, it stood and started walking again. We walked down the side of the Highway. The sky was completely black with no stars, the only light being the dim streetlights that were few and far apart. The cat walked elegantly and confidently like he ruled the world. He stopped abruptly, and he gazed at the still Highway. He then walked onto the road “what are you doing?” The cat stopped and sat on the yellow line. He looked back at me and tilted his head as if to say, “aren’t you coming?” I stepped onto the road. The glow of headlights stung my eyes. I was frozen. The car grew closer, my feet were glued to the pavement, and my breath got caught in my throat. The driver didn’t even try to stop. The feeling of the car passing through me was weird, like the time I got the wind knocked out of me when I fell out of a tree. The driver didn’t see me, and the car didn’t kill me. For some reason, I wasn’t bothered by the fact that I didn’t exist; I looked at the cat, and he looked back and licked his paw, “stupid cat” He crossed the road, and I followed.

Beyond the other side of the Highway, there was a town. I wandered through the empty streets. An eerie silence wrapped around me as I walked down the middle of the road. Above me, the traffic light blinked green, illuminating the dark shops. The cat led me all the way to a large hill that overlooked the entire town. Looking down at the quiet little town, I felt powerful. The night sky was the only thing above me now. I laid on the grass and stretched my arms out, trying to take up as much space as possible. The only sound was my ragged breathing against the suffocating silence. The cat with glowing eyes curled up at my feet. The first slivers of morning sunlight illuminated my eyelids. I opened my eyes; the night sky had transformed into cotton candy clouds that sparkled in the sunrise. The cat was gone. Walking home, I was more aware of my non-existence. Early risers and morning joggers paid no attention as I walked through town. The Highway had awoken with the sun, cars speeding right through me. The dog slept soundly on the porch of his house. I don't remember thinking anything as I walked home that morning. I stepped through my bedroom door an hour before my alarm went off. I watched myself asleep in my bed. The sound of the Highway, the wind, and the dogs, lulled me to sleep.

[impossiblepeacehideout]

A Question of Deeds

In a realm where the gods watched over the world of mortals, there existed two sisters, each powerful in her own right. One was Aria, the Goddess of Good Deeds, whose essence embodied compassion, kindness, and love. She wore a crown of light, and her touch healed the sick and uplifted the weary. The other was Vespera, the Goddess of Evil Deeds, who was draped in shadows and mystery. She ruled over fear, destruction, and the darker impulses of the heart. She sowed discord and chaos, but many could not see the intricate patterns she wove within them.

For eons, Aria and Vespera had argued over the nature of humanity. Aria believed that the goodness of humans was the true mark of their greatness, while Vespera argued that the darkness within them was just as vital and powerful. Their endless bickering had left the heavens in turmoil, and so they decided to settle the dispute by observing the humans themselves.

The goddesses, invisible to the mortal eye, descended upon the earth in disguise, each choosing a different human to observe. Their first test was on a simple peasant girl named Liora.

Liora worked tirelessly in the fields, her hands calloused from labour, yet her heart was kind and pure. She shared what little she had with the hungry and cared for those in need. Aria, seeing this, was pleased, believing the girl’s goodness to be a reflection of humanity’s potential. However, Vespera was unconvinced. She whispered into Liora’s ear a temptation: “What if you could take more for yourself? What if your kindness was just a means to make you feel good?”

Liora hesitated and, with hunger gnawing at her, took a loaf of bread from a merchant’s stall without paying. She quickly regretted it, feeling guilty, but the need to feed her family had been overwhelming. Aria, seeing the pain in Liora’s heart, spoke softly, "She did it for her family, Vespera. She stole to survive, not out of greed."

Vespera’s cold eyes glinted, her voice cutting through the air. "But the act of stealing is still evil, is it not? She had the choice, yet she chose to break the law. What if the hunger had only been a fleeting feeling, not real need?”

The goddesses could not agree. Was it a good deed to steal for survival, or an evil one, regardless of intent? Neither Aria nor Vespera had a clear answer.

Next, the goddesses turned their attention to a wealthy merchant named Darius. Darius was a man of great power and wealth, and his cunning allowed him to outwit his competitors at every turn. However, he had little care for those who struggled beneath him, choosing to exploit the poor for his gain.

Vespera, delighting in his actions, saw Darius as a prime example of the darker side of human nature. "Look at him, Aria. This is true power. He takes what he wants without hesitation or remorse."

Aria, however, was not so sure. She whispered to Darius, urging him to reflect on his ways. “What if you could use your wealth to help others? What if your power could serve a greater purpose?”

Darius, influenced by Aria’s words, was struck by a new thought. For the first time, he saw the possibility of using his wealth to better the lives of those around him. He began to support the needy and funded schools in the town. But deep inside, he still relished the control his wealth gave him, and that darkness lingered.

Vespera glared, unimpressed. “You see, Aria, even when he does good, there is always a part of him that remains corrupt. Power corrupts, and there is no escaping that."

The next was Solanus, a teacher who was known for his wisdom and insight. His students revered him, and his teachings shaped the minds of many.

Aria saw Solanus as the epitome of goodness, his life dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge for the betterment of others. “Knowledge is the true gift of humanity. His lessons will guide them to peace,” she said.

Vespera, ever sceptical, saw the potential for darkness within knowledge. “Wisdom can be twisted. He may teach the people how to control others, how to manipulate situations to their advantage.”

The goddesses watched as Solanus instructed his students on the virtues of wisdom and humility, but he also unknowingly planted seeds of self-interest in his lessons. The idea of controlling one's destiny for personal gain echoed in his words, though he never intended it that way. Aria and Vespera saw how the same wisdom could be used for good or ill, leaving them once again without a clear answer.

The goddesses then turned to Elysia, a philosopher who pondered the deeper questions of life, often asking what made humanity good or evil.

Aria admired Elysia's search for truth, her unwavering pursuit of understanding. “She seeks to illuminate the hearts of mankind,��� Aria said, her heart swelling with pride.

Vespera, however, took a different view. “And yet, she questions everything. Perhaps there is no truth at all. Perhaps her quest for understanding only leads her to more confusion. What if the answers she finds only serve to deepen the divide?”

Elysia, lost in her thoughts, questioned the very nature of good and evil, unsure whether one could exist without the other. She wondered if all human actions were merely a product of circumstance and choice, with no inherent morality guiding them. The goddesses watched her as she pondered, but even they were unsure what her conclusions would lead to.

Lastly, the goddesses watched King Aleron, a ruler who was just and fair. He had built a kingdom of peace, but he carried the weight of leadership and power on his shoulders.

Aria admired Aleron’s wisdom and compassion. “He rules with a heart for his people, always seeking their well-being.”

Vespera, ever the sceptic, whispered, “But does he rule for their benefit, or does he rule because he craves power? A king's justice is often a mask for his own desires.”

King Aleron ruled with strength, making decisions that balanced the needs of his people with the demands of his crown. But even he was haunted by the thought that his rule might one day turn into tyranny if he were ever faced with the wrong circumstances. Both goddesses saw that Aleron was torn between the desire to protect and the need for control.

At last, the goddesses were no closer to understanding the answer. It was then that two new goddesses arrived from distant realms—Erona, the Goddess of Love, and Arianna, the Goddess of War. Both were sisters, each embodying a different force of humanity’s nature. Erona, with her gentle spirit, radiated warmth, while Arianna’s presence carried the tension of battle.

Erona spoke first. “You argue over good and evil, but perhaps you’ve forgotten the truth that lies within both. Love is both a shield and a sword. It can heal, and it can wound. It can bring peace, and it can incite war.”

Arianna nodded. “Love is the force that drives men to fight for what they believe in, and it is the very thing that fuels their greatest battles. But it is also their reason to protect and to endure. Without it, they would have nothing worth fighting for.”

Erona continued, “Similarly, war is not just destruction; it is the struggle for something worth defending, something that gives meaning to life. And in the end, what makes us capable of great deeds is the same force that allows us to commit our greatest evils.”

Arianna’s voice grew heavy. “A reason to live for is also a reason to die for. And what drives us to fight, to love, and to protect is the same force that can lead us astray. There is no pure good or evil—only the choices we make, for better or for worse.”

With that, the goddesses understood. Aria and Vespera had seen humanity through a narrow lens, one focused only on one side of the coin. Erona and Arianna revealed the truth that was hidden in plain sight: the duality of existence, where every good deed is tempered by the possibility of evil, and every act of love carries the potential for war.

There was no simple answer, for the greatest deeds and the deepest evils were born from the same well of human nature. To live was to face the struggle between these forces, to make choices that would shape the future.

And so, the goddesses left the earth with a deeper understanding. The humans they had examined went on with their lives, ever aware of the balance they must strike between love and war, good and evil, life and death.

[lea-sbian]

They are meine Liebesdinge...

The portal girls as D&D characters. I couldn't decide on just one class per person, so we got multiclasses such as barbarian Sorcerer and Fighter Warlock in there.

individual shots under the cut

(P.s. this is a re-upload cause I actually hated the way I formatted this post the first time. And I had to fix some color issues)

(P.p.s Also, the designs are a further exploration of the designs based off of this post)

[paperplane-eye]

[oc]

Disciple of the Monkey king - Sun Chihiro

[libraryofrealities-blog]

“Send him in. We might have need for him.”

“Your Majesty, you can’t be serious! Him? He is just as likely to attack our troops as he is to destroy the other side.” Man, eavesdropping is fun. I grin, listening to the council discuss the recent battle.

“I am the queen here. And he is our only chance at winning this war.”

“But he is a monster!” Time for my grand entrance.

“You’re right,” I say, pushing the doors open and entering the throne room. “I am a monster. But as the queen said, I am your only chance. Otherwise, good luck winning the war on your own.” I grin at him, fire flowing up my armor. I know what they all see when they look at me.

A tall fire knight, flames licking up my armor, and a black helmet surmounting my head. My horns wrapping upwards like the claws of a great dragon. Underneath, my skin glowing like red-hot coal, and lava running through my veins.

A monster.

Hopefully, they will no longer see me as that when I win the war for them.

100 Years Later…

I hold the missive from the king, watching it burn in my grasp. I was a fool to ever think they would ever see me as anything other than a weapon. The immortal weapon. The one-man army. And now they have come to call again. I wonder how long until they send the guard to fetch me.

Voices in the cave. I knew they wouldn’t wait for long. Why can’t they learn to leave me alone? I have had enough of their constant fights. It’s because of people like them that I am stuck in this cave alone.

“FireKnight!” One of the voices calls for me. “We have an opportunity for you.”

I sigh and turn my head to look down at them. “Let me guess another war?”

“Correct. And you will help us unless you always want to be known as a monster.” It’s the same thing as the rest of them. Why won’t they change?

“No. I am a monster. A being capable of grasping death.” Fire appears in the palm of my hand, but I snuff it out quickly. “Why won’t you all understand I just want to be left alone."

“But you are needed. You could help us win the war.”

“NO! Enough with your war! I will NOT participate, just to be used as a one-time slaughter machine and cast aside once I am no longer useful. You have no idea the blood already on my hands because of you people. I will not add to it. Now, please, leave me alone.”

“Do you not care about the lives that will be lost if you don’t fight? You really are a monster. A selfish monster.” I could feel my body heating up, preparing for the fight to come. It took all of my will to cool off and respond calmly.

“You’re right, I am a monster. But I just wanted to be left alone.”

[confusedmothboy]

thinking a lot about my ocs rn

[meadowofbluebells]

Short Story Snippet

“I was watched every moment I spent with her, stared at with more suspicion than a prisoner in a cell. Those were some of the best and hardest years of my life. Watching her grow was my only solace.” She licked her lips, crossing her arms on the table, her body slumping with that all-consuming weight. “For three years, I watched my daughter grow from a distance. She was a fragile soul, prone to fever. Twice I feared for her life.” Her thumb trailed up and down her forearm. “Her move to the capital was delayed due to her tendency to become ill. I was selfishly thankful for the extra time with her, to watch her grow, to see her smile, and hold her close.” Her breath hitched. “Then one day I was informed that she was gone.”

[strangercarla]

Writing Help

I am writing a series of short sapphic stories, and I am hoping to self publish. And I have fantasy, horror and romance in different sections but I don't know to separate them into different books or section them off into the same book. So please vote here.

[coffeeisfortheresponsible]

ok amie n tom sketch for you and now i’m off to play dnd w friends :))))

backstory: tom and amie found vicky in a comatose state during their travels. tom has now dedicated himself to trying to figure out how to wake her up. unfortunately, the cause for her coma is unknown and therefore very difficult to find a solution. amie knows very little about medical stuff and is busy with her own mission. she brings him tea at night while he does research. they will find a way to survive, together.

[randomositycat]

I can never get the "hypocrisy of jinmao" post out of my head but I couldn't find it BU T I JUST FOUND IT AND WHEEWWWWWWW girls I'm so strapped in for this wild ride... I might have to read the LN... I think i might... idk how long I can wait for all THAT nonsense to come into play WHEEWWWW

[hiddens-studio]

"my dear Dimentio, why do you stand against me?"

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Okay NOW we talk about the villain of Event Horizon: King Cosmos.

Cosmos is the embodiment of well, the Cosmos. Even though his status is no joke, he seems to have become forgotten, only remembered by one person: Dimentio. The two have a very complicated history.

He's tall, imposing, and all knowing. His will stretches all across worlds. And because of this throughout the story, the trio can't help but never completely feel safe. He may not necessarily always be watching, but the fact he could be is what scares them.

During their first confrontation with Cosmos, Dimentio had gotten the stories main maguffin: The Calamity Stone. The Calamity Stone holding the power to reverse the damage caused to the many worlds encased in darkness. Cosmos was after the stone as well. In a last ditch effort to keep the stone away from Cosmos, Dimentio broke it into 3 pieces and used his magic to scatter the pieces far away.

After the fight, the trio race against time to find the pieces before Cosmos can.

Okay maybe next post I'll actually tell the story in order lmao, anyway I hope you enjoyed this!

[impossiblepeacehideout]

The Tale of Sir Eldric

Once upon a time, in a kingdom nestled between rolling hills and towering mountains, there lived a knight named Sir Eldric. He was brave, loyal, and strong, but he doubted himself. His armor was polished, his sword was sharp, yet in his heart, he felt small and unsure. The townspeople spoke of his courage, but Sir Eldric couldn’t see it. He thought himself unworthy, his esteem shattered like a broken shield.

One crisp morning, Sir Eldric received word that his childhood friend, Princess Aurelia, had been kidnapped by a fearsome dragon. She had been his companion in the fields and the forests, and he could not bear the thought of losing her. Without hesitation, he set forth on a perilous journey, his heart heavy with a fear far greater than the beast that awaited him.

As Sir Eldric ventured into the dense forest, he stumbled upon a village plagued by a terrible flood. The townspeople, trapped in their homes, were helpless. Sir Eldric, despite his doubts, knew he had to act. He leapt into the swollen river, using his strength to carry villagers to safety one by one. When the last woman was saved, she thanked him, but Sir Eldric, weary and dripping wet, lowered his eyes. He muttered, “I am not worthy of such praise,” and turned away. The woman smiled gently and said, “Bravery isn’t about perfection, Sir Eldric. It’s about doing what you can when you can. Your heart is pure, and that’s what matters most.”

Sir Eldric, though touched, didn’t understand. He walked on, his chin still low, his heart heavy with doubt.

Further along his path, he encountered a young man caught in a thicket, struggling to free himself. His face was smeared with dirt, but his eyes shone with determination. Sir Eldric, with no hesitation, drew his sword and carefully cut away the brambles. The young man was freed, and in gratitude, he said, “You’re a true knight, Sir Eldric. Not because of your sword or your shield, but because you chose to help someone in need.”

“I’m no true knight,” Sir Eldric replied quietly, staring at the ground. “I only do what I must.”

The young man placed a hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. “A true knight does what they can, not because they must, but because they choose to. You have more courage than you know, Sir Eldric.”

Sir Eldric nodded, but his heart remained clouded with doubt. Still, he pressed on, determined to rescue his friend.

The final leg of his journey led him into the shadow of a towering mountain, where the air was thin and the rocks slippery. In a hidden valley, he found an elderly woman trapped beneath a fallen tree. Her frail body trembled with each breath, but her spirit was unbroken. Sir Eldric moved swiftly, lifting the heavy log had not known he possessed, and helped her to her feet.

“You are kind,” the old woman said, her voice soft and wise. “But I see more than kindness in you. I see a knight who doubts himself, but who always chooses the right path. Remember, the greatest strength is in knowing you are enough, just as you are.”

Sir Eldric stared at her, his heart stirring with something unfamiliar. “But I don’t feel enough,” he confessed.

The old woman smiled kindly, cupping his face in her gnarled hands. “You have never needed to be more than you are. You have always been enough. Don’t let doubt steal what you’ve already earned.”

With her words still echoing in his heart, Sir Eldric pressed onward, now filled with a quiet strength he had never known. He climbed the mountainside, past rocky cliffs and jagged peaks, until he reached the cave where the dragon was said to reside.

But when he entered the cave, he found not a terrible dragon, but Princess Aurelia—sitting calmly with a young boy beside her. The boy was tall, with pale skin and golden hair, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Aurelia!” Sir Eldric exclaimed, rushing forward. “You’re safe! But where’s the dragon? Where—?”

Princess Aurelia stood and placed a hand on his arm, her eyes warm. “There is no dragon, Sir Eldric. There never was.”

The young boy laughed, his voice soft and melodic. “I’m afraid that’s true. My name is Aleron, and I am a witch, though you might call me a wizard if you prefer. We created the dragon story, Sir Eldric, to help you find something much more important than a princess.” Sir Eldric stared at them, confusion flooding his chest. “You… You tricked me?”

Aurelia nodded gently, her eyes full of understanding. “We didn’t want to deceive you, Eldric. We wanted to help you find your courage. You see, you were always a hero—you always had the strength. You just had to believe in it.”

Aleron smiled wryly. “It’s a bit of a cheeky way to help, but you’ve been so hard on yourself, Eldric. You deserve to know your worth. You are worthy of love, respect, and honor—not because of what you do, but because of who you are.”

The knight’s heart thudded in his chest, a mixture of frustration and revelation bubbling within him. “I risked everything for you, and for what? A lesson? I trusted you "

Aurelia took his hands in hers, her eyes soft. “I’m sorry, Eldric. We never meant to hurt you. We just wanted you to see yourself as I see you—as Aleron sees you. As the world sees you. You’ve always been enough.”

For a long moment, Sir Eldric stood in silence, the weight of his journey pressing upon him. He felt angry, betrayed, but also something else—a quiet, growing warmth within his heart.

“I understand now,” Sir Eldric said, his voice steady. “It was a hard lesson, but… I can see what you were trying to do. I forgive you, Aurelia. I forgive you, Aleron. I was angry, but I realize now it was all for me to find my own strength.”

Aurelia smiled, relief washing over her face. Aleron nodded, his usual mischievous grin softening into a look of sincerity.

And so, the knight who had once doubted his worth found a new path, one where confidence blossomed not from perfection, but from self-acceptance. He learned that true strength lay in embracing who he was and knowing, deep within, that he was always worthy of love, respect, and happiness.

From that day forward, Sir Eldric walked with his chin high, not because of the battles he had fought, but because of the courage he had found within himself. And so, the kingdom prospered, and the knight and the princess remained the best of friends—forever bound by a journey that led them to a truth more powerful than any dragon.

[teosartcorner]

One Rainy Evening 🌧️🌙

Love birbs doing love birbs things.

I want to properly write this scene at some point, but I don’t know when that will happen, sooo I did this half rambling, half narrative bit of text instead. It’s not super detailed, but I wanted to pin down the heart of the scene and how it unfolds. ✨

(© Hubert and Dolly Marlowe are my OCs and they belong to me. They are part of a storytelling project me and @eve-to-adam are working on.)

[kakusu-shipping]

Hello!!! I'm here to drag you back to those fanfics you wrote back in 2022 for a bit, specifically those three at the top about a DND ex-player challenger.

You think if that challenger forgot their life was at stake before Leshy could monologue about being sad they have to go, ect ect, and the challenger just assumed the game was going to be reset, you think Leshy would play along?

I got this ask like early in surgery recovery last month, read it once, and then promptly forgot about it oops sorry anon kfgjfdkjgd

To answer your question uuuuh... No.. But also yes?

For one; Reader never knew their life was on the line. They're a DnD player they assume the whole spooky atmosphere and Leshy playing up the Sacrifice thing is just immersion. They Stupid just like me fr fr and never really question much of anything around them.

For two, I don't think they were thinking that far ahead. They might not have even thought the game had an end, but if they did I doubt they'd think about it Resetting. They're more in the moment than that, at least that's how I wrote them. But that might not be how you, the Reader, might read them or want them to be, as a you in stand in.

Thus, I never wrote that fic series a boss battle ending because I wanted to leave that part to you, dear reader, really.

So what do you think? When you finally sit down to continue where you left off, to face that final boss Leshy had planned just for you, what happens next?

Do you win? Do you lose? Does it matter? Will he snap the shot or simply reset the board? Does it Matter? Are you even the same person? Does It Matter? You sit at the devil's table and are dealt a hand of cards. You've been here before. Other's have been here before. Their photos are on the wall. Your photo is on the wall. You don't recognize yourself

It doesn't matter.

You're playing a game you love, after all, with someone who loves you very much.

[paperplane-eye]

just sayin

[neurotypical-sonic]

girl help I keep going to turn this fic into something More Complicated when it really doesnt need to beeee