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cryptidblue1 · 2 years ago

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Reversal of Fate (It is Never Easy)

Title: Reversal of Fate (It is Never Easy)

Chapter: 1/??? ( Chapter List Post: Here )

Fandom: Hollow Knight

Chapter Character(s): The Pure Vessel/Sealed Vessel, mentions of Radiance, mentions of Ghost/Hollow Knight, mentions of Hornet

Chapter Warnings: Canon typical violence, gore, body horror, psychological torment, time shenanigans, Hollow (Sealed Vessel) is not having a good time and likely is not going to have a good time for a long while.

Chapter Summary: A cycle, a circle to not be broken until one or the other meets their end, or until another takes their place in this routine. Yet, unbroken circles repeat, and even one who is meant to be empty has wishes that may or may not be heard. For better or worse.

So, this may or may not ever be finished because oh god it's been ages since I did anything fandom related, but this idea would not leave my head after playing Limbus Company and reading the asks of @dairyfreenugget regarding their sixth knight AU and it made an idea go off in my head. Because the vessels are creations of three gods, and PV contained a fourth...what if this and the fact that they basically built their entire existence on saving people unlocked something in them.

Aka I'm torturing PV with being stuck in a timeloop until they figure out it is a timeloop they can control and then giving them the ability of Dante from Limbus Company to make things even worse/better.

Drip…Drip…Drip…Drip…

It was a constant almost hypnotic noise in the black and silence that was the egg. A black that remained, even with the harsh glow of infection as it spread and took root within the walls of the temple. Within them.

Drip…

It was a blackness that comforted them, even as it also cut deeply into old wounds when She would remember their existence and throw Herself at the confines of their mind and existence in shrieking rage and deep, deep hatred.

Drip…

Soothing and reminding of the only home that they could freely claim as home. The Void they had foolishly climbed out of in their curiosity and stubborn want to see what the light was that softly glowed above them and their siblings.

Drip…

What a fool they had been, they had known they would never be what the Pale King needed, what Hallownest needed. They had never been Pure. They had failed before they had begun, because they had wanted to please and that had been their greatest flaw. Nothing truly empty can ever want.

(Nothing empty can ever love, but was that such a horrible thing? To be alive and thus want what all that live want?)

Drip…

Existence in the egg was a cycle, a pattern, a routine…bone deep agony throbbing in time with the drip of infection leaking slowly and steadily from their own body, mixed with the crushing solitude and guilt of what they were failing at, breaking at. Then She would appear either a steady creep of orange tinting the inside of their mind until it was all they could see, or a rushing and crushing tide that buried and drowned them in Her anger and rage until they choked and sputtered on it. Only for Her to grow bored or find something else interesting outside of them, amidst the connection of infected that roamed the corpse of Hallownest.

SILENCE

Something cracked within them, the pain much like when their arm had burned and been pulled viciously from socket as the infection had clung and pulled like garlands on the walls when they had first slipped and She had rushed to push and shove Her influence into the world outside of the dark that was their existence. Yet they felt nothing give or fall, or felt the…amused satisfaction that She had given when She began to be able to break them both in dreams and in the physical. No, something else had happened and they had no clue what as images and sounds flooded in overwhelming in the silence that had suddenly overtaken. Amidst this was the feeling of being whole, but that was impossible. They had been brokenbrokenkilledSIBLINGRUNAWAY.

Silence

They dreamed in the dark, whole and still holding on to the facsimile of being a Pure Vessel. They dreamed of another so familiar and small. Of this tiny Ghost who had appeared and roamed the dying roads of this Kingdom they had failed to protect and in the end stumble on a way to them and they could not stop what She made them do, even in death their corpse was Her puppet and Ghost had fought and won and the chains had taken them and sealed them away with Her inside and they had SCREAMED.

Drip…

Ah, their mask was cracked again and they could feel the pain and pressure as the infection leaked and clung from the socket down their arm before creeping, pulling as it attached to a wall and yanked. The pop deafened by Her shriek of triumph as they felt the swell and flow of the infection seep and ooze somehow out of the egg and back into the minds and halls of the kingdom.

Drip…

Yet it was and wasn’t what they knew. They had felt this before hadn’t they? What of the dreams of a sibling? Oh, there was a sibling that escaped, a sibling that yet lives? Was this just a new dream of Her making? No, there was no triumphant over this new torture. No remarks or goading. What was it then?

Drip…

What was it then?

Drip…

The cycle repeated. Again, and again. Dark to Light to Dark to Light. Solitude to Pain to Solitude to Pain. Over and over.

Drip…

Over and Over.

Drip…

(The cycle reverses, yet the one it is meant to help is unaware. How long Hollow Knight, will you repeat your penance before you see?)

What?

SILENCE

A crack and images again, but different. They were whole and alone in the black of the egg once more. Yet the dreams were the same and yet different. The sibling the Ghost again, arriving and exploring and seemingly set on a path to open the temple. Yet it was different things were different while still the same and they were fighting dreams and they learned, and there was scarlet light flickering like flames in the shadows and tents of red and black in that little town above the well. They fought again and tried desperately to make their sibling fleefleelfee yet it did not end with their death and the sealing of their sibling. No, the gendered child, little Hornet, all grown and capable, had bound their infected fueled corpse and Ghost had done something and there was orangeorangorangeorange. She had died and they remembered helping void in the orange helping to hold Her still. Then they had shattered and faded, but were back here alone with Her in the dark.

Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock….Tick……Tock………….Tick………………….

Drip…

(What is it that you are truly wishing for? Deep in your heart that you would accept the pain of hell to see it come true?)

#Blue writes #Hollow Knight #some Limbus Company influences once we get going #Pure Vessel is not having a good time #fanfiction #Reversal of Fate AU #RoF AU

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hqmillioncorn · 8 months ago

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Never let this merciless world erase you!

'Why are you so determined to solve this case?" Someone had asked Tilika. It made sense for someone to ask. It didn't make sense for her to latch onto a case this hard, especially since it had only been a few months since she had joined. They probably assumed Tilika was just trying to prove herself by solving the first case she saw. That was a part of it, yes. The whole of it was her connection to the missing people. Her very own aunt and uncle.

Lalapril 4/26 Musical

Ai somnium files au! tilika and babycorn continue their journey on the mystery of where the hell babycorns parents went.

In the end Babycorn’s somnium provided the investigation with just the lead they needed.

As it turned out, just the night before her parents went missing she had seen them talking to a person she didn’t recognize. Babycorn had been half-asleep at the time which had the effect of making her memories a little muddy.

Neither Teteo or Tilika could tell who Babycorn’s parents were talking to, just like Babycorn didn’t. That was how it worked. Or they just had lousy luck.

While Tilika was a little frustrated they couldn’t see who it was, she was relieved at the same time. Babycorn had seen the entire conversation hiding behind the door to her room. She was taught not to approach any person she didn’t know. Which apparently could even happen inside of her own home.

Still, it wasn’t like hiding prevented Babycorn and Cherrypit from getting caught in this whole mess. They all were a part of it. And of course Tilika was worried about Aleria and Lalatov too. They were her aunt and uncle. Whether they left of their own volition or were taken, it didn’t matter. Tilika was going to find them safe and sound. She had to.

Inside the car, Tilika glanced at the backseat from the car mirror. Babycorn was sleeping, her head resting on her shoulder. Cherrypit was safe at a friend’s house but Babycorn was set on not sitting around and letting Tilika look for her parents all by herself. She had practically pushed herself into the investigation by force.

Tilika had her doubts of course, considering Babycorn’s age and the places they were going but there wasn’t much she could do after Babycorn threw a rock through her car window and crawled her way inside.

‘She’s rather tenacious isn’t she? Did she get that from her parents?’ Teteo asked.

“Pretty sure. She gets that from her mom.” From all the stories Tilika’s own mom had told her of her and Aleria growing up both of them had pretty much inherited each other’s hotheaded streak.

‘I see. Then with that information I’ll be glad to predict that Aleria and Lalatov are alive and well! Wherever they are!’

Tilika laughed to herself, “I’ll be sure to tell Babycorn you said that.”

‘No!’ Teteo panicked so much that she almost popped out of Tilika’s eye socket to yell at her, “You can’t let her know I exist remember?’

“I remember.” It’s not like Teteo ever let her forget.

‘I personally don’t think it’s fair that only one of us has to remember!’

“Hey Teteo? Are we almost there? How much longer?” Tilika asked, without any other ulterior motives.

‘Don’t just change the subject! Hmph!’ Despite Teteo’s annoyance she still calculated the time of arrival. ‘We should be there in abouuuut twelve minutes or so. Five if you decide to run every red light which I should advise against.”

“Then why even give me the idea in the first place?”

The destination in question was a theater located downtown. It wasn’t used for too many big shows lately, mostly being a place where theater majors from the local college were able to hold their rehearsals and the occasional class. Tilika personally had never been there but today was different.

Because while Babycorn had not clearly seen the person her parents talked to, there was some good news. Teteo noted that she still heard the entire conversation. She and Tilika were able to hear what the person sounded like.

Albeit the words coming out of their mouth were gibberish as Babycorn hadn’t understood a single word. But, they still had a voice. And Teteo was able to compare the voice until she found a match.

A retired actress, Priscilla Genesis.

Once a renowned performer she lived out her glory days performing all around the world. By all means she was lucky to be able to keep performing until she decided she was done. Nowadays she spent her time teaching acting classes, specifically at the theater where they were headed to.

Sure Tilika had heard of the actress, mostly from glancing at magazines at the supermarket check-out, but she couldn’t come up with any reason why the Starsingers would know her. Especially on a level where she would show up to their house in the middle of the night to talk to them.

The sound of a small yawn behind her interrupted her thoughts. For now Tilika decided to let Teteo take the wheel. “Babycorn? Did you sleep well?” Some of the medication they used for the psync machine must have still been affecting her. Hopefully that was the last of the side effects.

Babycorn rubbed her eyes, getting used to the light around her. “I’m fine.” She looked around, “Are we there yet?”

“No, not yet.” Tilika paused, “We’ll be there in like ten minutes though!”

“Oh. Okay.”

Babycorn rested her head on the window. Tilika guessed that she didn’t feel like talking. Who could really blame her? At the same time however, she wished there was something she could say to make Babycorn feel just a little better.

But it was a little too late for that.

The rest of the drive to the theater all Tilika could think about was; What if she had decided to visit the house that night? Would she have also been to stop whatever happened or would she have disappeared too? The only reason she hadn’t gone was because she had slept through Babycorn’s phone call.

That was probably another reason Babycorn was a little hostile towards her.

‘I wouldn’t think like that. What happened happened and now we’re here. It’s as simple as that.’

“If you say so…” But what if it hadn’t? What if things had gone just a little different? Was there somewhere out there where something completely different happened?

‘It’s not like parallel worlds exist Tilika.’

When they arrived at the theater Tilika had a surprising amount of trouble keeping Babycorn still.

The opulent look of the theater had excited Babycorn so much she almost took off running trying to see more of it. “Look! They got a popcorn machine!!” Babycorn yelled out. Sadly it wasn’t being used on that day but Babycorn was amazed by it all the same.

It made Tilika happy to see her cousin so excited about something again. ‘Teteo? Can you remind me to pass by a gas station to buy popcorn on the way back?’

‘Only if I can have some too!’

‘You don’t even eat!’

‘Caramel popcorn please!!’

As luck would have it Priscilla was at the theater that day but they would have to wait until they could question her, since her meeting was running a bit long. Her assistant had kindly offered them the chance to meet with her tomorrow but Tilika insisted on meeting her today.

‘You don’t think she’s trying to get rid of us? Is she?’

“If she is, we’re not gonna let her.” Time was quickly running out. Tilika wasn’t going to let another day just pass by without any progress. If her job wasn’t on the line she would have burst into that meeting room and dragged Priscilla out of there herself.

For now they were waiting for the meeting to end, which left them with a lot of free time to look around the theater.

‘What kind of person has a meeting at a theater? Seriously?’ Teteo commented.

Other than a few security guards and tourists there weren’t that many people around. Inside of the auditorium it was the same story, empty seats and empty aisles as far as the eye could see.

There wasn’t much any of them could do but wait until they could finally talk to Priscilla.

Unfortunately, it looked like the allure of the theater had run its course for Babycorn and she had once again returned to her familiar quiet nature of the past few days. There wasn’t much to do but think about her parents situation when there was nothing to do.

Tilika watched as Babycorn kicked her legs back and forth, she was sitting in a seat in the front row. Meanwhile, Tilika was just resting her back, leaning on the stage itself. ‘I wish my phone still had battery left. I could have let her play one of my games on there…’ Tilika thought to herself.

‘Don’t all those games have microtransactions?’ Teteo asked. She knew this very well as all of Tilika’s transactions had to go through her first. ‘If you let Babycorn loose in one of those games I’m sure she would spend at least one-hundred dollars.’

Tilika grimaced. Teteo wasn’t just making guesses. A few years ago during her mother’s nameday party Aleria had joked about how Babycorn had spent almost eighty-dollars while playing on her phone. Clearly there was a track record there.

But if gacha games wouldn’t help in this situation, what could?

Tilika decided to walk around a bit. That’s when she noticed that the staircase up to the stage was open and free for anyone to walk up there. ‘Rest assured, I’ve checked recent incidents at this theater and it seems that the stage is open access as long as there are no rehearsals scheduled.’ Teteo explained.

There was a playful glint in Tilika’s eye. That was all she needed to hear.

Her steps grew louder as she ran onto the stage. It was a pretty strange feeling, she had never done something like this before. There were those times she had sung in front of her parents with their karaoke machine but that paled in comparison to standing on a huge stage like this.

Babycorn still hadn’t noticed that Tilika had run up here.

Tilika cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled out a hearty, “Yooooohoooo~!” She surprised herself just how loud she had sounded. “Woah.” Hopefully she hadn’t scared anyone doing that. Or gotten them in trouble. Or a third thing.

Babycorn jumped from her seat and walked towards the stage. It was pretty obvious she was trying her hardest to look annoyed but she was really curious about what Tilika was up there for. “What are you doing? How’d you get up there?” She hopped up and down as high as she could to see if she could reach the stage like that.

When it was clear she couldn't, she stomped her foot down in frustration.

Tilika was about to go back down the stairs to lead Babycorn up to the stage when Babycorn’s voice stopped her.

“Are you supposed to be up there?”

“Well, no.” Tilika looked around, “But It’s okay I read the security guard’s mind and they said it was fine!”

“Y-You can’t read minds!” That had to be a lie! It just had to! Babycorn had been thinking of so many names to make fun of Tilika with, it would be a bummer if she knew them before Babycorn used them! “...Can you?”

‘I’d like to remind you that I actually can’t read minds. Choose your next words carefully.’

Tilika winked, “Guess we’ll find out”

‘I told you to choose carefully!!’

Babycorn had no idea what her cousin was going on about. “You’re weird…” Wasn’t Tilika supposed to be a grown-up or something? “If you go to jail I’m not gonna help you! And neither will Cherry!” Anyone would be lucky to have Cherrypit help chew their way to freedom.

Tilika walked down the steps to the stage and held her hand out to Babycorn. “I promise I’m not going to get us in trouble.” The two made their way up to the stage together. The steps were a little steep so Tilika made sure to hold onto Babycorn’s hand tightly. “I won’t let anything happen to you or Cherry. Promise.”

‘Teteo promises too.’

Teteo sniffled, ‘It’s true I do promiseee!’

Once Babycorn stepped foot on the stage her eyes became wide as she looked all around her. Her mouth was wide open as she kept walking forward, letting Tilika’s hand go. It looked so much bigger than it had from below.

Or maybe she was just small? It didn’t really matter.

Babycorn turned to face the empty seats in front. There were so many people. SO many that could be sitting there and watching her.

A memory in her head began to resurface.

When she was even smaller she used to perform for her mama and papa all the time. Whether it was singing, dancing or even pretending she was a weather reporter, Babycorn just loved doing it but only for her parents. That was until they got too busy to play with her anymore.

Before they started…

“Hey?” Tilika's voice cut through to Babycorn. When she looked up at her cousin she looked worried. “Babycorn are you okay?”

Why would she ask that? Babycorn raised her hands up to her face and felt something wet. In a stroke of horrible luck, she had been crying. She tried to wipe her tears away as fast as she could but it was too little too late. “I’m fine!” Babycorn shouted, crossing her arms and looking away.

Tilika decided to believe her, despite the clear evidence.

She walked forward and took a seat on the edge of the stage. “That lady sure is taking her sweet time, huh?”

“I think she should hurry up! We don’t have all day!” Babycorn huffed.

“You and me both…”

Tilika looked down at the empty seats and a thought crossed her mind. “You know, this place reminds me of the time I had to sing in a class performance when I was around your age.” Generously you could call it a performance but really it was just a bunch of kids seeing who could remember the words to the song they were assigned to sing.

A pair of small steps came up from behind Tilika. “Class performance? Do you mean like for mother’s day?” Babycorn asked.

“Oh yeah! That’s the one I was talking about!”

Babycorn groaned, the less she heard about that stupid event the better.

“When we sang it was our turn to sing, it was a total disaster!” Contrary to her words Tilika was laughing loudly, almost concerningly so. “I got really nervous in front of all those people that I started crying and ran all the way into the audience to find my mom! Of course I stopped crying once I found her but no one wanted to sing after I had just balled my eyes out.”

“Were they mad at you?” Babycorn got ready to hear the worst.

But the worst never came. Tilika smiled and shook her head, “No. I don’t think so and even if they were it doesn’t really matter to me. Bad moments are just that, moments. They don’t last forever.”

Babycorn silently sat down next to Tilika. “Good! Cause if those kids were mean to you I would have beat em’ up!” She gave the air in front of her a good ol’ two punch combo. “Like this! Shu-shu-ha!!”

‘Cute…’ Teteo wanted to cry.

“I don’t doubt that but I can take care of myself too you know.” Tilika pet her head, ruffling some of her hair up. “And I’m here to take care of you and Cherry too.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

At that exact moment Tilika had an idea and Teteo instantly agreed with her idea. Tilika jumped to her feet, her eyes shimmering. “How about this? Why don’t we do a little performance here together?” Tilika had a bunch of song lyrics in her head. Surely she knew at least one song that Babycorn also knew.

“R-Right here?!” Babycorn stood up and took several steps back. “C-C-Can we do s-something like that?!”

“There’s no rules saying we can’t.” Something Tilika knew thanks to Teteo’s quick search of the guidelines. “Come on it’ll be fun I promise!”

Babycorn believed her. It would probably be fun but…

“What if someone sees…?” Her stage fright had been the thing that ruined her mother’s day song in the first place.

Except instead of running towards her mother Babycorn had run off entirely, the entire event had to be canceled because she went missing. Everyone had told her it was okay but her classmates had all called her a baby for it. And they were right.

“Well then it’s perfect!” Tilika ran to the edge of the stage and turned back around with a twirl. “There’s no one here but you and me! So now is a better chance than any to go all out!” She ran back towards Babycorn and reached down for her hand. “I’ll be here with you no matter what you decide to do. So don’t feel like you have to do this. Okay?”

Babycorn nodded. “Okay…”

“Either way! If you don’t dance I’ll still put on a show for you!” Tilika did an incredibly outdated dance move that Babycorn didn’t recognize but she knew only old people danced like that. Even Teteo agreed that this was too much.

Babycorn burst out laughing. “Tili Tili stoooop! You’re so old!!”

She thought for a moment, looking out in the audience. Though a majority of the seats were empty her imagination managed to fill in two of them. Right there in the front row were her mama and papa, holding Cherrypit in their arms.

They cheered her on and told her to do her best.

Babycorn took a deep breath, and let it out.

“Okay! Start the music!”

#lalapril #lalapril 2024 #Tilika #Babycorn #Somnium Au #i should work on this document more its all in my head but i need to write it down #its ALMOST the actual games plot but moved a little to the right #and then back to the left #tilika is like barely in her mid 20's during this and babycorns 10 :) so shes actually not that old but to babycorn she is #then the 2nd part of the au is like 10 years later hehe lD #teteo is tilikas aiball and is based after actual rof tilika #when babycorn grows up she gets chelinka all while her actual name is Chelinka but its fine #oh yeah and her parents arent doing fine btw #sorry babycorn and cherry and tilika

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thatbennybee · 10 months ago

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“I might not know what happiness feels like, but I know that it feels good to be your friend.”

I couldn't help myself!! I was writing this chapter and I felt obligated to show you what they were wearing for the party!! I think Branch totally pulls off pink :]

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ripplesoffate · 2 months ago

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LETS GO GAMBLING 🗣️🗣️💥!!

#ripples of fate #rof molten #rof scrapbaby #molten freddy #scrapbaby #fnaf #art #fnaf au #fanart #mod charlie #they are so stupid istg

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romana-after-dark · 1 year ago

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Room's on Fire Masterlist

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Years after the world fell apart, various communities have established themselves, one of which is ran by four men who claim to be divine.

When they decide it's time to and heir to be born, they chose a virgin from their cult and make her their wife. Reader is offered a choice, of course. She doesn't have to marry them. But if she doesn't, the savior won't be born. She choses to become the Madonna. She is wed to all four of them, and moved into their home where her body is open to use whenever her husbands desire (free use au), in the hopes of getting her pregnant. It doesn't matter whose baby it ends up being, because they are all part God, so it doesn't matter... right?

Warnings for full fic, if anything is added or really emphcized it will be in additional warnings.

THIS IS A DARK FIC THOUGH SO BE WARY! I CAN'T PROTECT AGAINST EVERYTHING.

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

Unknown amount of chapters right now.

Chapter 1: Pilot: Delta finds their Madonna Chapter 2: The wedding Chapter 3: Aftermath of the wedding FishBen: Symptom of Being Human Chapter 4: Pope is not pleased. Chapter 5: Jonah lore, Madonna gets through to Frankie Chapter 6: Madonna gains Frankie's heart, Santi is jealous Iris: Rey and Iris find pockets of time Chapter 7: Fun with Ben: wining Pope back Chapter 8: big announcement to the community

Non canon Frankie Madonna Chapter 9: Madonna’s blissful ignorance to the world around her. Chapter 10: There's a lot Madonna doesn't know.

Chapter 11: Things start to crumble around Madonna

Chapter 12: It's all too much for Madonna

Chapter 1 3: Santiago’s true colors come out

Chapter 14: Jonah tries to show the truth

Chapter 15: madonna begins to learn her power

Chapter 16: Frankie and Ben reflect

Chapter 17: Ben shows his true colors

Chapter 18: Iris makes her stand

Chapter 19: Jonah's chapter

Chapter 20: Frankie finally does something.

Bonus Content

not necessary for the series. Pieces in the main list are suggested as they add depth and sometimes small plot points.

"Can you peel my orange?" Jonah smut

Jonah Hanson character ai

ROF characters Star signs

Jonah x non-Madonna reader x Marcus flashback commission

Art

By @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

By @survivingandenduring

Lil comic by @my-secret-shame

As I said, a lot of themes and dynamics ended up accidentally similarly to Watch Your Step by the amazing @charnelhouse Some was because that fic is what developed my characterizations of the boys. Some was totally incidental, like Pope and readers relation to art. It's different though, a much different series, but I wanted to tell y'all that she s PUBLISHING WYS AS A NOVEL NOW, Its called Cardinal Sin's and I'll link it right here!

How to keep up with the story!

Comment on this masterlist that you want to be tagged and I'll tag you in updates

Follow @romana-updates and/turn on notifications

Follow the tag Rooms on fire

THANK YOU FOR YOU'RE SUPPORT!

Please remember to reblog, and I love comments/asks, anon or not, and would love to see engagement and theories!

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