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[jankwritten]

Jasico Bingo Challenge: love letter

A sheet of paper, folded into thirds, dotted in places with what must be water and grass stains. The handwriting is legible in some places, and shaky in others. In the margins are small doodles of birds, clouds, trees, and other miscellaneous, abstract shapes, as if the writer’s mind kept wandering. 

TO: Nico di Angelo 

FROM: Jason Grace 

Hey, Nico. If you’re reading this, something probably happened to me. Maybe I hit my head again and lost my memories, or something, and you went through my stuff to try and find things to remind me of who I was. Maybe this fell out while we were hanging out, one day, and you saw it was addressed to you and you picked it up. Maybe I died—

However you found this, I guess, surprise! :) 

First thing’s first: I’m sorry for leaving. I know I begged you to stay, and then turned around and left, and I really hope you understand - I didn’t leave because of you. I needed to find Leo, and leaving with Piper was the easiest way to do that. I had to try and get him back. 

I wanted you to come with, but you were still healing and things were going really well with you and Will. I hope things still are, in fact. Wherever I am, I’m so proud of you for how far you’ve come, and how much I’m sure you continued to grow even after I left. 

I really love you, man. I never got to tell you that, but you’re one of my best, closest friends. You mean so much to me. You showed me a side of the world that I never would’ve seen otherwise, and gave me a space to be myself, and I will never, ever know how I deserved that. How I deserve you. 

Is that out of left field? Haha it definitely is. Sorry. 

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Nico. I didn’t want to leave. I’m so sorry for leaving you. I’m sorry I had to go and I’m sorry it had to be me, but it couldn’t be her, Nico, it can’t be her, it can’t be. It has to be me. 

It has to be. 

Here, some of the words are smeared from the water marks. Lines cross through some words that have then been re-written, as if in after-thought the author realized they were too important to delete. 

If you really are reading this, after the worst case scenario, I understand if you’re angry. I understand if you never want to think about me again, after what I’ve done. I’ll understand if you storm to your father’s palace and demand I be placed in the worst of the worst punishments for being so stupid. 

Gods. Gods, Nico, I’m never going to get to tell you how I really feel. About all of this, about everything I’m going through, I’m never going to be able to tell you and that hurts. It hurts more than knowing I’m going to die, it hurts more than getting stabbed and poisoned. I’m going to die loving you and you won’t even know until it’s too late. 

Maybe this is a stupid bad idea. Maybe I should let it die with me. Is it cruel, to tell you how I feel if I’m gone? Does this make me an awful person? 

Shit. I think I’m an awful person, Nico. I’m awful and I’m selfish and I can never choose things for myself, it always has to be for the greater good, so this is it. This is as selfish as I can be. This is all I can be for you. 

I want to see you on the other side. I want you to punch me for getting myself killed and hate me for being a hero and I want you to know that I didn’t want this but it needed to be me. It has to be me. 

I’m still wrapping my head around it, but it has to be me, okay? So if I’m really gone when you’re reading this, okay, you have to let me stay gone. Please. If you get hurt, if you die, and it’s my fault, I could never— 

Here, the letter abruptly stops. Then, it continues: 

That’s all I wanted to say, anyway. That I love you. I love you in any way I can, and even if I’ve done it silently, and stupidly, from a distance, just know that it was there, the whole time. It’s still there, wherever I am. Dead, or lost, or whatever. I love you, Nico. I’m sorry.

-- Jason Grace :)

[mariocki]

RIP Christopher Benjamin (27.12.1934 - 15.1.2025)

"That was another reason, in a way, that I decided to give [stage acting] up, because I was getting a bit - a bit dicey with the lines. People sort of wrote down, quite often, the things I said... instead of the things I should have said. They were known as my bloopers: 'Benjamin bloopers'. Some of my inventions were very good, I must admit. My feeling was, if I dried, I had to say something - and so that something was something that amused the rest of the cast considerably, quite often."

[catnykit]

𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 #𝟙 𝔸 ℙ𝕆𝕆ℝ 𝔻𝔼𝕍𝕀𝕃

𓃠 𓃬𓃠 𓃬𓃠 𓃬𓃠 𓃬𓃠 𓃬𓃠 𓃬𓃠 𓃬𓃠

Mastertag

AHJSOWNXOQNIXNQ I CANT BELIVE I'LL FINALLY WRITE ABOUT MY OWN CHARACTERS AAAAAAA

TY ALL MUTUALS AND PEOPLE TO INSPIRE ME TO DO THAT

THIS IS JUST A BLOOD LOSS WHUMP DRAFT,BUT WHO CARES AAAAAAA

pls tell me if you want to be tagged for more stuff like this idk

Word count: 1674

𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠

Warnings

;Suicide/suicide attempt

Blood loss

Torture hints/mentions

✨️Trauma,Of course

Mourning(????? Mild mourning???

Self hatred

Major character death :)

All warnings happen almost randomly,But not immediatly,Like— I gotta first explain and then the fuss happens you know

𓁹 𓁿 𓁹 𓁿 𓁹 𓁿𓁹 𓁿 𓁹 𓁿 𓁹 𓁿 𓁹

The dizzness was starting to became hard to ignore

Damm,It was expected,You cant lock yourself in the bathroom after accidentally torturing an innocent and then go free like nothing

Well,In her defense,Carmen did not knew that liam was innocent

Now she was the monster here,Isnt she? She had good meanings,The suspect's actions were too much to get ignored by the police Even if she was there,All by herself,She could still hearing her friend's cries that night....

She didnt know what happen in the woods until she saw wesley,Her best friend,Cover in a blanket while sitting in the border of an ambulance

They were shaking,All bloody.Carmen couldnt let the things like that!! Since childhood carmen was told she was 'way too impulsive' And why would they care?! She only did what was needed

Blood didnt stop coming as the yells didnt stopped. They wanted her to go out of the bathroom. Now.

Of course,The needed was to kidnap liam and torture them just like he did with wesley....

So one good day,She grab choloform and kidnap him in the middle of the night

How fun!,Guts,Blood,Burns,And a little syringue to make sure they dont pass out

The begs where even more satisfactory considering that,It was probabily how wesley beg in liam's hands,he deserve it!

What was not fun Was the call....

After being done with liam,And without any more ideas She decided to call wesley!,Yay!

Little problem,She did not tell wesley anything about her little plan ....Carmen was sure they would accept no matter what.

Or maybe she fogot it? In all the rage?

Staying awake was hard,Breathing was hard. She deserved it thought. They were always right and this wasnt the exception.

or Atleast thats why she throught

It didnt matter now

God,Wesley was mad.

So,So mad :(

And they had the right to be it! It was the wrong person!! Carmen is the heartless monster In here.....Atleast that was Wes said.....

"B-But I did it for.... you!"

"YOU'RE A MONSTER— I CANT BELIVE SOMEONE CAN BE THIS...TORTUROUS!"

God,And they used to be friends

Dear fucking God,It was truth....

Liam was aslo bleeding out,Atleast kind of

Carmen was so careless that she sewed up the wound with the first Thing she found,It wouldnt last forever

But the diference is that wesley was there for him

Such a backstabbed!,Or was she?

Did it care anyway?

Why was wesley yelling at her to get out?

Why did they wanted her alive?

Wesley was just there,Outside the bathroom,Trying to get who was once his friend out,For their own fucking sake

Liam was still there too,Watching quietly the blood stain the floor under the bathroom's door;All while squirming slighty In pain

The sedatives of the first aid kit did barely anything,Atleast he wasnt crying

Wesley was scared too,Goddamit,They were way too scared of anything that happen

Why the fuck did they told carmen about it? Knowing how she was?

It didnt matter now,They went mad and they know it.

They aslo knew that she was way too sensitive for reasons that they told eachother on countless outings to eat, walks, just being together

The worst part it was how close they were from eachother,And how that somewhat end in this absolute Mess

Now wesley has to cope with Not one,But two persons bleeding out.

Why do they always need to be so rude?

They felt way too guilty too

Guilty about the person in the couch who didnt hurt them,But everyone thought against it because they say "He look similar"

Well,They didnt know it was gonna end like this.

They didnt know how Mad carmen was for someone hurting them

How much Rage in order to find someone to blame

It wasnt till then that they noticed The stain that they relized it. All the restroom was quiet since they kick the door open to the basment And find their best friend torturing an innocent person,Liam They didnt think carmen could do this and yet? It was there Just there And the worst part its that All was Her fault,Thats what she thought. Carmen was alredy blood-stained when she run upstairs trying to hide from wesley,Who didnt stop yelling at her how much of an horrible person she was And in part,It was right,The problem is that She alredy knew that. She alredy knew that So when wesley saw the blood under the door,open the damm bathroom door, He wasnt ready. He had to leave liam just to... Just to see it? How one of the most important persons in his life was laying om a pool of her own blood.

Well,She regret it.

How do you deal with the thought that you're a monster who deserved to be put down?

Its not like somebody would care anyway,Is not like they would care anyway

by this point,The blood lossed was enough to just

Pass out

Wesley was terryfied. Standing there,In the bathroom door....

Liam was still laying on the couch,In pain after Everything that carmen put them throught horryfing torture...

How was they supposed to fix this?

Was it any way to do it,Was it possible?

And now they were crying.Over the dying figure of someone who tried to be a good person And failed.

𓃠 𓃬𓃠

Carmen was...confusing

A year ago,They were the one in an ambulance

And they werent that...bad

wesley remembered how bad it was... They remember a strong hand dragging them to the white van They do remember the pain,They got beat up and starved But that was nothing compared to what carmen did to liam

What was most heartbreaking it was that there was no "villian" to blame

The ones who actually kidnap them were in fact,An entire gang.

They got confused following instructions and end up getting the wrong guy

Wesley

The gang promised them that,If they didnt say a word they would free them and never meet agaim

Wesley accepted

And now they're here

With two people on the ambulance

All because they didnt talk...and because carmen went insane

was it her fault tho?? Wanting revengue for her friend??

Was it wesley's fault? They were too focused on trying to keep liam alive they didnt notice when carmen— ... Carmen was only concern. It was her fault the way she decided to be ruthless about it But she didnt deserve...death. She thought she did tho That was wesley's fault.

Wesley was shocked when carmen,Practically drunk called him to say to him that she kidnap one of the suspect and gut him alive.

And other unspeakable stuff that left Liam way more broken than Wesley. All in one night.

The second worst night!— who would guess it...

Wesley tried to get an first aid kit being on the restroom, trying to atleast help liam

Even so,They did not measure their words....

Carmen felt hurt. Attacked,Even so!

by a Friend. That she thought she could trust... But could she? They instead called her inhuman and disgusting Because? Just for wanting revengue? Camen felt alredy sick when she lock the bathroom door and got left alone with her thoughts... Thoughts that didnt stop ominously chanting what wesley said. Liam was innocent you heartless monster.

Liam was innocent.

Liam was fucking innocent

All this time it was wrong

Because liam. Was. Innocent.

There was no one to blame more than the monster that looked back in the mirror The monster that did all of that to an innocent person The monster that cried while hearing who was supposed to be their friend yell at her for all that she has done Nothing but a fox that deserved to be put down

She was gonna get killed anyway,If she didnt do it,The police would.

So...she did it

Eventually wesley give up and just stay,Trying to keep liam alive

Wesley thought that carmen would just hide in the bathroom

The police would kick the door open and all would be over

Carmen felt backstabbed.

Wesley wouldnt even care,Probabily.

He did.

He did when they understood that it went more far than that....

She was dying. Atleast liam was stable She wasnt. Wheb the ambulance finally arrived to the place,Wesley finally got to open the door snd rushed to her The cuts in the wrist were too deep. Too bad. While he tried to hold on her,To just try to stop the bleeding and made her sit up,To just have a last moment!... She lean in his ear whispered with hatred,Her voice straned because of the blooe loss

:"Hypocrite."

the whisper of the devil. A self-proclaimed demon

Wesley was destroyed

Liam was healing

And carmen died. That very night,Commited suicide

All because wesley went mad. All because they didnt say a word

All because carmen was impulsive,And ruthless

All the pain for revengue,All the death for guilt

All for nothing at all.

𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠

YAYYYYYYYY I FINISH IT

TYSM ALL OF U

@theres-whump-in-that-nebula

@sillywhumpcreature

@whumpy-wyrms

(The ones who anwsered the last post :3)

:D

Pls tell me if you want a taglist,I think im gonna do more content if you guys like this <3

i gotta admiiit this wasnt what I had in mind buuut...again is just a draft sooo

Yes.

[nachostrueparent]

Ugly doodle I made of a fanfic I'm posting to hopefully be able to get the creator of the fanfic to be able to see it XP

Creds:

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/49062691"><strong>QSMP oneshots (usually ships)</strong></a> (35485 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/GiantNacho"><strong>GiantNacho</strong></a><br />Chapters: 29/?<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/QSMP%20%7C%20Quackity%20SMP">QSMP | Quackity SMP</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Minecraft%20(Video%20Game)">Minecraft (Video Game)</a><br />Rating: Mature<br />Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings<br />Relationships: Guapo duo| relationship, Rafael Lange | Cellbit & Roier, Hideduo - Relationship, FitMC & Tarik Pacanhan | Pactw, Noah Brown | Foolish Gamers/Samuel de Luque | Vegetta777, Charlie Dalgleish | Slimecicle/Osvaldo Palacio Flores | ElMariana, tntduo - Relationship, Fooligetta - Relationship, Gabi Catuzzo | Bagi/Tina | TinaKitten, Fred (QSMP)/Toby Smith | Tubbo, FitMC/Tarik Pacanhan | Pactw<br />Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, No Smut, No Sex, Open requests, Protective Rafael Lange | Cellbit, Spider Hybrid Roier (Video Blogging RPF), Cat Hybrid Rafael Lange | Cellbit, Boys Kissing, Making Out, Tarik Pacanhan | Pactw Has a Prosthetic Leg, Richarlyson Has a Prosthetic Leg (QSMP), All eggs are alive, all eggs are hatched, Sleepy Cuddles, Cuddles, Usually happy ending, oneshots, Different AUs, Blood and Gore, Gore, Blood, Injury, Major Character Injury, Hospital Visit, Near Death Experiences, Not all tags included, Funny, Emotional Roller Coaster, Literal Sleeping Together, Lesbian, Cute, Forgetful Author, sorry for forgetting tw, Shipping character not cc, NONE OF THIS IS MENT TO SEXULIZE ANYONE, Gay, Asexual Rafael Lange | Cellbit<br />Summary: <p>QSMP oneshots! I hope you enjoy! Requests are open!<br />I’ll do anything but smut or suggesting that they did as the ccs have said they aren’t comfortable with it</p><p>Ships I’ll do:<br />Guapoduo Roier and Cellbit<br />Hideduo Fit and Pac<br />Fooligetta Foolish Vegetta<br />Slime x Mariana<br />Tea duo Bagi and Tina<br />FRUBBO Tubbo and Fred</p><p>There is 4halo and TNTduo: all of it was written before anything came out about them! Feel free to skip those! I’m sorry if this offends anyone!</p>

[igarbagecannoteven]

megs!! hello!! good evening!! i want literally all of the things from your ask game so just imagine im copypasting all the emojis. tell me all the things!! love you so much missing you lots xoxo give the babygirl a kiss from me since she will never accept one from me anyway

bella!! hiya!! good evening!! (of the next evening but the sentiment still stands lol) love you so so much prilla and i miss you i will give her kisses for you 💙

🤘: so. you get the cursed song since you cannot cut ties from me now that we've signed a year-long lease :)) the song i've been looping all day is BOGOS BINTED by Ida Deerz ft Kaj Strife & 2a03fox which is. well. furry music (with a suicide ment tw for anyone who needs it) and i am not (that) ashamed to say it kinda slaps (you probs won't like it tho sdklfjsdlkjfsd) i mean the chorus is hella catchy! non-cursed song recs are Kid Fears by The Indigo Girls and The Wood Song also by The Indigo Girls (also Galileo which is also by them lol)

👀: okay this is a series of three fics but riverdale belongs to the gays by boos is a *very* good canon divergent (mostly bc it was written during like season 2 or something) exploration of both canon & non-canon events through the lens of the core four all being queer (with ace jughead!!) but if you'd like something (much) shorter there's The Real Suspension of Disbelief by punk_rock_yuppie which is jarchie with ace!jughead :))

🖇️: okay so this idea is actually inspired by a discussion topic from a philosophy class i took so it's a little weird and angsty BUT it's a sci-fi/dystopian au where people use teleportation devices like the ones in star trek and person a, who's used the teleportation device in the past, dies for unrelated reasons (maybe a hovercraft crash or a plague or something idk yet) and their significant other, person b, who's half-mad with grief, breaks into the records of the company who makes the teleportation devices and gets the data for the exact molecular make-up of person a and makes it materialize on one of the transport pads, "bringing them back to life". *however*this is a past version of person a since it's been a minute since they used teleportation (i haven't decided how long yet, at least a few months i think) and so they think they're going to, like, visit their mom or whatever but then they teleport into a scene where their bf's getting dragged away by security and it's x months/years later. cue the realization that a version of themselves actually died, blah blah blah, the question of do they have a soul comes up bc i'm me, etc etc, some other loved ones not accepting them as the "real" person a,,, it wouldn't really be a "they came back wrong" story but there would be elements of that bc regardless of how long it's been btwn the use of the teleportation device and their death, there will be memories that person b has that person a does not, and there's the classic identity crisis aspect and yeah. classic cheerful megs fic sdkljflkdsjklfjsdlkjf

😈: inspired by the job hunting process, my hashtag hot take of the day is that a job where you're handling people's financials and requires you to have a college degree should pay more than a cashier job at a upscale supermarket where a high school degree is preferred but not required 🙃

🧠: okay so uh. major spoilers for dungeons and daddies season 2 below the cut if anyone cares about that lol

so the latest episode of my favorite podcast (also the only one i listen to regularly but that's not relevant) they revealed that my favorite npc (grant wilson, son of a pc in s1 and dad of pc in s2) was transported to the titanic just b4 it hit the iceberg along with his fiance (it was either the night b4 their wedding or the day of) and that's where he found, rescued from death, and then adopted his son (lincoln, one of the player characters) and like. listen. this is The Podcast Of Wild Ass Rides(tm), after all it was only a couple arcs ago that the cast of family guy fought the fbi over who could attack the cast only for a giant flying dog to rescue the cast, brutally murdering family guy and the fbi in the process b4 flying the cast up to heaven's gates (longggg story lol), not to mention all the main characters getting married to survive the vacuum of space, HOWEVER. all of those buckwild things all had mostly reasonable explanations if you've listened to the whole show (the fbi trying to break into hell, goofs realm being a quasi-family guy reality with cursed standup, trying to rescue a half demon from the iss, that sort of thing) and the titanic is the first thing that seems to come completely out of left field. does this mean there's some great significance about the titanic that we just don't know yet??? is it supposed to tip us off to the fact that grant's husband knows more than it's seemed??? was it just to riff on the movie titanic??? who knows!!! anthony (the dm) what are you planning!!!

[mikrokosmcs]

seong haneul  -  humano  -  24  años  -  29 de junio de 1999  -  cáncer  -  estudiante de enfermería pediátrica  -  fc:  choi yeonjun

tw: major character death, violence, torture

VIDA PASADA

Haneul nació en una villa pequeña, alejada del bullicio de las grandes ciudades y donde prácticamente se aprendía a vivir de la naturaleza y lo rural desde muy pequeños. Es el mayor de cinco hermanos, el único de todos ellos, dotado con un poder especial que solo un puñado de personas podían tener. En un mundo donde las visiones proféticas, la curación por maná o el ataque por el rayo desprendido de los dedos se daban, Haneul recibió la bendición de controlar y manipular los sueños y pesadillas de los demás. Era un devorador de sueños.

Al ser el hermano mayor, Haneul se encargó de que cada uno de los pequeños renacuajos que tenía bajo su cuidado, tuviesen los sueños más dulces y placenteros, descansando durante ocho horas seguidas sin problema. Fue el hijo adorado y trabajador, el hermano venerado y prácticamente una estrella entre los suyos, quienes solo conocían buenos actos y bondad del muchacho.

Proviniendo de una familia de herbolarios, que iban y venían siempre entre las grandes ciudades y las aldeas, vendiendo sus hierbas y pócimas, también sus remedios naturales para curar el cuerpo y la mente. Su poder se volvió conocido entre las personas, quienes sufrían de sueños o parálisis al dormir, recurrieron a él para sanar esa parte de su inconsciente. El poder de Haneul se volvió famoso gracias a la forma corpórea de las pesadillas, como parecían esferas oscuras concentradas con los horrores o maldades recluidas en la cabeza de la gente, la única forma segura de deshacerse de ellas era por medio de la consumación, teniendo que tragarlas y digerirlas. A Haneul no le importaba el sabor amargo y que pudiese quedársele por días en el paladar, si con eso, podía ayudar a las personas.

Con esa ideología, no era de sorprender que admirara y apoyase febrilmente al oráculo de su Clan, una persona bendecida por los dioses, el universo y el destino, quien tenía poderes que brindaban luz a todos los demás y a quien adoraban como un príncipe. Por ende, no fue de sorpresa para nadie cuando en una ocasión y durante una emboscada a un carruaje, Haneul se echó al frente directamente y ayudó a los transeúntes a salvarse, llevándose la sorpresa de que no era nadie más y nadie menos que el Oráculo, Junseo, queriendo ser asesinado o secuestrados por un montón de terroristas. Tomó al muchacho y lo escondió, consiguiendo que sus guardaespaldas controlasen la situación y pudiesen estar todos a salvo. Haneul se negó a recibir cualquier tipo de pago, simplemente aceptando mejores cosechas o bien, medicamentos formulados para su aldea.

Lo que él creyó fue simplemente una señal y una bendición el siquiera compartir el mismo aire que el Oráculo, años después de convirtió en más que eso. A su puerta tocaron un sequito de personas que trabajaban para el palacio, pidiéndole su ayuda y sus habilidades para servir a Junseo. El muchacho que estaba siendo fuertemente azotado por pesadillas culpa de sus visiones, necesitaba una solución a ese problema. Su salud física y mental se estaba deteriorando, hasta el punto de que las personas comenzaron a temer que pudiese tropezar frente al publico y hacer ver que el Oráculo que todos veneraban, era muy humano y sentía como todos los demás, que la divinidad de su cuerpo y su presencia no eran más que un concepto abstracto. A Haneul no se le cayó ningun tipo de venda, ni hubo decepción en su persona al escuchar aquello, al contrario, hubo un profundo sentimiento de tristeza y soledad, ¿alguien siquiera se había sentado a preguntarle como se sentía?

Tomando sus cosas y con lagrimas en los ojos, se despidió de su inmensa familia, besando la frente de su madre y sus hermanos, abrazando con fuerza a su padre y partió a la ciudad central donde el palacio se erguía majestuoso, donde el príncipe le esperaba recluido en lo alto de una torre encerrado no por una maldición, sino por la supuesta bendición que el universo le había dado. A pesar del reconcomiendo que hubo entre los dos de aquella noche tormentosa donde Haneul se vistió como un caballero y salvó al muchacho, el acercamiento fue lento y paulatino, Haneul le daba el espacio que deseara y nunca presionaba para que lo dejase tratarlo, de hecho, le costó tiempo el siquiera tocarlo y conseguir extirpa el primer tumor oscuro de sus pensamientos, una pesadilla que había sabido más amarga que todas las que había probado en su vida.

El tiempo los guio por un camino que, entre rosas, pronto el destino les enseñaría las espinas de estas. Haneul y Junseo se volvieron inseparables, comenzando a forjar una amistad fuerte y solidificada en el hecho de que Haneul era la primera persona que lo trataba como un ser humano, que no lo juzgaba por no ser fuerte o no poder aguantar en noches donde la desolación lo consumía, donde su divinidad se resbalaba por medio de lágrimas. Lo acurrucaba entre sus brazos durante noches enteras, esperando que el cansancio lo durmiera para velar por dulces y agradables sueños. Lo que fuese una amistad, pronto se transformó en sentimientos mucho más fuertes y el amor nació entre las penumbras, ambos quedando profundamente unidos por un lazo que ni la muerte podría romper.

La tragedia atacó lo que parecía pintarse como una historia de amor digna de los cuentos de hadas, cuando irónicamente y como ambos se conocieron, fueron emboscados por enemigos de Junseo que buscaban controlarlo o más bien, golpearlo donde más dolía para conseguir reacciones. Junseo fue salvado por su gente, Haneul al contrario, fue secuestrado por estos sujetos y sometido a torturas físicas en búsqueda de que les diese información, que les dijera cualquier cosa sobre el Oráculo y como destruirlo. Haneul nunca abrió la boca más que para soltar penosos alaridos de dolor, sollozos que con el paso de los días se volvieron llamados con el solo nombre de Junseo.

La movilización que se hizo en su nombre y gracias al poder que tenía Junseo y su Clan fue algo nunca antes visto, no obstante, no fue suficiente para lograr encontrar a Haneul con vida. Una noche de frío invierno, Haneul fue cobijado por unos brazos cálidos y gentiles que le apretaban contra su pecho que conocía bien, era Junseo sosteniéndolo tan cerca que sentía que los huesos iban a rompérsele o que iba a arrebatarle el aire, como siempre lo hacía, como todos los días que lo observaba y su aliento se paralizaba porque no podía creer lo enamorado que estaba de él. Haneul había reído en ese momento, una risa suave y sosa, carente de vida como todo lo que se trataba de él, sus fuerzas se debilitaban conforme pasaban los segundos, pero eso no le impedía alzar una mano para tocar el rostro del contrario y sentir su aliento cerca de la piel, sentir que estaba vivo, aunque lo manchase de su propia sangre, recitando un te amo con la última gota de vida en su cuerpo. Haneul murió en brazos de Junseo luego de largos días de tortura, habiendo aguantado hasta que pudiese estar de regreso en los brazos que más amaba y de los cuales no quería desprenderse nunca. El anillo en su dedo anular, quemó la piel uniéndolo en un hilo rojo al otro muchacho.

No tiene posibilidades de recordar las desgracias que su muerte causó y que, con el paso del tiempo, seguiría causando. Su alma nunca reposaba como debía ser, siendo obligada a siempre y en cada época del tiempo, a reencarnar en un cuerpo que variaba de hombres a mujeres, pero siempre con la misma energía gentil y amable que le caracterizó en su primera vida. No tiene recuerdos de nada, pero si cicatrices como la del dedo anular y un profundo sentimiento de soledad. No sabe a que tipo de deidad enfadó gracias a su amor por Junseo, pero en cada una de sus vidas se ve obligado a morir en brazos de este, traumatizándolo más y más conforme el tiempo pasaba. Hay vidas en donde Junseo ha decidido evadirlo, evitarlo y esperar que sobreviva, pero el destino siempre los pone en el lugar y espacio justo, para que sea la primera y ultima vez en que ambos se vean y Haneul perezca en brazos de su eterno amor. Nunca han tenido un final feliz, una clausura a su amor frustrado… al menos no hasta ahora.

VIDA ACTUAL

Haneul es hijo único de una familia amorosa, pero trabajadora, que le hacían pasar demasiado tiempo en cuidado de niñeras y sus abuelos. De temple gentil y siempre queriendo ayudar a otros, es que Haneul era el niño estrella de la cuadra, haciendo mandados o buscando extender la mano a los ancianos. Fue un niño que nunca estuvo quieto, consiguiendo una reputación desde el comienzo de su vida.

Su deseo de ayudar no mermó en absoluto, queriéndose convertir en enfermero apenas tuvo conciencia real de las labores y acciones de estos héroes sin capa, nunca fue un gran estudiante, pero si que fue un sujeto dedicado para cumplir sus sueños de convertirse en lo que deseaba.

Es extrovertido, pero no tiene muchos amigos gracias al poco tiempo que tiene para realmente socializar y salir con personas. Prefiere quedarse a leer un poco en casa, jugar videojuegos con su compañero de piso o salir a tomar un trago con citas esporádicas que nunca llegan a nada serio ya sea por su falta de tiempo o falta de interés sincero. Haneul siempre ha sentido que nunca logra conectar con las personas románticamente, llegándose a cuestionar si hay algo raro o anormal en él.

Actualmente cursa sus practicas residenciales como enfermero, al mismo tiempo que está estudiando la especialidad en pediatría para tratar con niños, especialmente aquellos que sufren de enfermedades como el cáncer.

DATOS EXTRAS

Su apellido significa “estrella” y su nombre “cielo”, siendo literalmente una estrella en el cielo.

Su poder como devorador de sueños consiste en extraer las pesadillas o los sueños, que salían como un polvo negro o dorado por el orificio del oído de las personas, salificándose en el exterior en esferas que puedan ser consumidas. Por su poder, también puede “implantar” ciertas ideas o pensamientos, consiguiendo sueños placenteros en las personas.

Era muy bueno con las hierbas y las pócimas, siendo esta su segunda habilidad más fuerte en su primera vida.

En su vida actual, decidió ser enfermero pediátrico puesto que nunca tuvo hermanos y siente que le faltó eso en su vida

Tiene una cicatriz en el anular de su mano, es como una quemadura, pero es una marca de nacimiento que le molesta de vez en cuando.

 No tiene conciencia de sus vidas pasadas, ni de todo el trauma que su alma ha tenido que atravesar con el tiempo.

Es bisexual.

Tiene un gato negro llamado botitas, puesto que tiene las patitas blancas. Es adoptado y está prácticamente “escondido” en el edificio que no le permite tener mascotas.

[amistillsadaboutghostbur]

btw if a ghostbur post has alivebur/revivebur hate in it i'm not reblogging it. end of story

[thatonend]

hey so like I want some Logan angst rn for some reason. it makes me cry, I feel like crying, don't know why. I've done nothing all day so might as well do something productive like crying over a fanfic. I like ones with romantic ships where maybe uhm a little uh major character death uh yeah those make me cry usually. ao3 or Tumblr, ao3 is preferred tho so I can download it onto my phone but not needed bc I'll read it all in one sitting anyway. I don't have any triggers, gimme the worst (by worst I mean most angsty), saddest, depressed, cry-inducing, detailed fics you got. any ship, as long as it's Logan angst. thank you. (will most likely reblog multiple times)

[battletowered-archived]

emotional baggage !!

bold whatever applies to your muse. italicize the things that only somewhat apply / are verse dependent. repost, don’t reblog.

been cheated on. | been bullied. | had your heart broken. | broken someone’s heart. | told a horrible lie. | been betrayed. | been framed/set-up. | stolen something of value. | overdosed on drugs. | been drunk. | cheated. | bullied. | been publicly humiliated. | punched someone in the face. | been beaten up. | broken a bone. | been admitted to a hospital. | put someone in the hospital. | had a near-death experience. | been drugged. | done drugs. | smoked. | been arrested. | been homeless. | been forced to commit a crime. | died & came back to life. | kissed someone you weren’t attracted to. | bled severely. | killed someone. | been forced to kill someone. | had an attempt on your life. | made an attempt on your own life. | lost someone. | loved someone. | watched a loved one die. | failed to save/help a loved one. | felt helpless. | watched your world die/disappear. | had your life’s work stolen/destroyed. | gone without food for over three days. | gone without sleep for over three days. | been tortured/questioned. | been shot. | been stabbed. | been poisoned. | been held prisoner. | been trapped. | been buried alive. | been held hostage. | held someone hostage. | been stuck in a different world/universe/time. | been abused by someone who should have loved/appreciated/valued you. | had a panic attack. | had night terrors. | been in a car accident. | lost your job. | lost a fight. | had sex with a stranger. | been divorced. | been abandoned. | passed out from pain. | cried yourself to sleep. | spent a whole day in bed. | hurt yourself. | taken your anger out on yourself. | taken your anger out on someone you love. | been used. | been manipulated. | felt used. | manipulated someone else. | had your memories/mind wiped/stolen or tampered with. | been taken over by a hostile force. | been terrified. | played a cruel game on someone. | been forced to smile. | felt too many things at once. | laughed when you felt like crying. | been in denial. | been denied. | faced your demons.

[shepard-ram]

Fool's Gold [Yandere!Impulse X Reader]

Angst, Requested: "Please may I request some Yan!Impulse (which is a challenge bc he's lovely) I'd love to see you put in some of those poetically dark moments that really hit in there (because you're good at that /g)"

I actually got pretty excited coming up with the idea for this one. Probably because this is my first full work for Impy. Tw: Yandere, talk of death, and demon stuff- Not sure if that should be a tw but yeah this is very much a demonpulse fic (Also this is probably wildly out of character but it's yandere stuff what do you expect lol)

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You had known Impulse for, honestly a few years now. You weren't at all a new member to the group. Dispite this you wouldn't exactly say you were the closest with him. Never having had more than few big moments of collaboration speckled across the handful of seasons you coexisted.

However, now with a new world getting back into the motions, especially with everyone living in such a close bundle, you decided that this would be the season you properly called each other friends. Knowing how it usually plays out, it wouldn't take more than to settle down next to his base for things to begin stirring.

Impulse wasn't at all opposed to your decision. As always he remained a bright, friendly face. 'Yeah,' you thought, 'this is going to be nice.'

For a good while, you were completely right. Sure each and every moment in this server was nothing other than fun, but your new neighbor added a fresh level to it all that you were incredibly thankful for.

Dispite the fact that Impulse clearly donned horns, wings and a tail that gave the "Imp" part of his name legitimacy, he was only ever sweet, caring and helpful to you. So far detached from the word "demonic". Those nonhuman traits were dusted in a rich, glimmering gold color. One that was just as welcoming as his personality.

Between pulling all-nighters together to grind out builds and resources, sharing in the high action fun that pranks and storylines offered, and even just relaxing and decompressing in your shared and comfortable silence, you had established you two as a major duo of the season.

Impulse was absolutely joyous at your union. It was a dream come true, you really had no idea. You were something of an "admire from afar" case to him. Ever since you joined the server he felt something. Perhaps not love, but you made a habit of lingering in his mind a little too long for you to mean nothing to him.

As these things usually progress, he only found his admiration of you evolve into something he'd be more comfortable calling love. Your hours spent together were his greatest treasure, and he could say the same about you yourself. You were precious, valuable, and about a million other synonyms he had slowly thought up over these months.

It came to the point where he thought about just straight up confessing. Until you had a particularly rough conversation.

It honestly shouldn't have ment anything. During one of your late night "talking about everything and nothing" talks, you found yourself on the topic of next season. What you hope to accomplish, who your thinking of collaborating with, that sort of stuff. That's when you made the deceivingly offhanded comment.

"You know, I've really enjoyed sticking around with you Imp." Those little confirmations sent his heart into a small frenzy. "But I guess, I've always thought of this-" You said, gesturing between the two of you. "As just a season 8 thing. Like obviously we'll still be great friends, I just want to change it up a bit again."

He was stunned. Maybe he was too shocked to do anything else, maybe he wanted to keep the peace a little longer, but dispite the shattering of his heart that might as well have been auditory, he still gave the world's weakest "Yeah." Then added a good three seconds later, "I get it."

He was still thinking about it a week later. "Change it up a bit." You ment it so causally, but to him it felt like you implied that he was disposable. Is that really what he was worth to you? Just a fun little gimmick or accessory to switch up when the time came to it?

He knows that couldn't be it. He had gained a crush on you, no- fallen in love with you- because you were a kind and loving person. There was absolutely no way that you really wanted to toss him like a shirt gone out of style. You spent so much time together, he rationalized. You had to feel something about him like he felt about you.

You would stay together, for however long it took you to realize the depths he would be willing to go to for you. Then you had the rest of your lives together.

Wait, not even that. He remembered. As a demon he would have a much longer life span than you. Even if you came to your senses and stayed with him, he would still have to deal with you leaving eventually. Willingly or not.

Those thoughts put him in a state of despair for a good while. He needed a plan to keep you long enough for you to realize you love him, maybe even a way to circumvent your measly human life span. And he needed that plan now. Thankfully, after some reflecting, he remembered a certain few options that those with demonic blood had access to.

All it would require was your name on a peice of paper, and a handshake.

That's all it takes to sell your soul.

When he first learned he had the capability to put someone's eternal soul into debt he was disgusted at the thought of himself doing that. How cruel and vile it would be to go through with that.

However, desperate times call for desperate measures. And anyways, after the initial panic, you'll understand that this will make you happy. Eventually you'll be dumbfounded that you ever thought that forever by his side wasn't what you always wanted.

The handshake would be easy, but how would he get the signature? Similarly easy. See, there were already these things quite close to "mini" soul contracts. I.O.U's

Everything was planned perfectly. Every little detail of the situation was engineered just right so that he could reasonably request one from you. He watched with concealed glee has you scribbled your name on the peice of definitely, absolutely 100% normal- not magic at all paper. Then quickly pocketed the thing, before holding out his hand. Hoping that you'll get the message and go through with the handshake.

Once you did, the gig was up. When you agree to a contract it is quite the spectacle. Wisps of energy and the glow of eerie lights tend to materialize after the connection is sealed.

He almost felt bad seeing your confusion.

"Hey Imp, what the heck is all this" Your voice was a mix of equal parts concern and wonder.

"Remember the last time we really talked?" He felt no need to hide what he's been thinking anymore. It's not like you can get out of this. He didn't wait for you in orde to continue. "You said you were going to leave me next season, and I'll tell the truth. It hurt."

You were now officially terrified. The special effects have completely fizzled out, leaving just the weight of his words to carry their promise of misfortune.

"And I'll keep telling the truth. We're in love with each other. I know you haven't realized that yet, but I've come to terms with it." He was walking closer to you now, you knew he would never physically hurt you. But it still sent your internal alarms ringing.

"What are you talking about" you timidly spoke up, "please tell me this is a bad joke. You can't be serious." This wasn't the Impulse you were friends with, it just couldn't be.

"See, even now when I'm directly giving you the option to have the revelation, you still deny it. You still want to leave me." He spoke with the kind of fake empathy that you've only seen people use to mock others with.

"How about a change in topics? Have you ever heard the phrase, 'Till death do us part', well I always thought that it was bit cheap." He started walking around you. Not paying any mind to how you defensively never let him out of your sight. This was insane. But you still didn't want to believe that this was real.

"I mean- really? All it takes is death to keep you two apart? Is that really it?" He rambled, half to himself.

"Wha-" Your mind was trying to wrap around it all. Surely this is just a bad dream.

He cut you off, "What you just signed my angel, was what you would call, a soul contract." He watched with what you could only describe as a look of sick entertainment at how your face dropped.

"So before you try anything, let me tell you just how this is going to go. You can try to run. Tell the others, attempt to break the deal you've just made. You can even leave the server, drop off the face of the earth and live a happy, long, and fulfilled life far away from all this. But one day, you will die. Good luck running from that."

He let his hushed laugh fill the silence, there was no way you could form words right now anyways. "And when you do die, you will be mine forever." He generously gave you a few seconds to take in what he said. "Now it's your choice, angel. And while I would be a bit hurt If you do choose to run. I won't stop you."

"After all. We will be together for the rest of time."

[urmysummersun]

Hydrangeas

ENCANTO SPOLIERS !!

As a 5 year old, Mirabel wasn’t ready for this much guilt. She wasn’t ready for any of this to happen, and she wondered what she did wrong for her Abuella to hate her. The longer she pondered and wondered why, the more she felt the sob crawling up her throat.

Or

A Hanahaki disease fanfiction about Mirabel of Encanto. Also Bruno isn’t in this fanfiction cause I just couldn’t put him in. But the story does happen before and kinda after we meet mr amazing pants.

TW’S : blood , major character death , familial trauma

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As a 5 year old, Mirabel wasn’t ready for this much guilt. She wasn’t ready for any of this to happen, and she wondered what she did wrong for her Abuella to hate her. The longer she pondered and wondered why, the more she felt the sob crawling up her throat.

Soon enough, she couldn’t hold it back anymore. It was late at night so most everyone would be sleeping. So she let it out. She screamed and cried, sitting up from her bed to punch her pillow multiple times until she got tired. The thing stopping her wasn’t her sobs, nor the pillow that was slowly starting to rip at the seams, but was Mirabel coughing up something.

A blue flower was sitting in the palm of Mirabel’s small hand. All she could do was stare shocked at the flower. She didn’t know what this ment, nor what this would mean in the future, but decided to sleep on it. Slightly from pure exhaustion and slightly from confusion.

The next morning, Mirabel felt a cough go up her throat, and low and behold, a blue flower was in the palm of her hand yet again.

“¿Lo que está sucediendo?” Her voice came out, hoarse and quiet. She believed it might’ve been so quiet that Dolores couldn’t even hear her. But she digresses, and gets up anyways, taking the flower with her to ask her mom what’s happening.

Mirabel turned a blind corner in her house when she ran straight into her Abuella.

“Oh! Sorry Abuella!” Abuella looked down at Mirabel, and she read the look as it was being displayed as plain as day.

Abuella hated Mirabel.

Or at least that’s what Mirabel thought when she saw the angry and disappointed face of her grandmother.

“Mirabel. Go back to your room, we have a lot of stuff to do today, and we can’t have you in the way.”

What?

Since when has Abuella acted this way towards Mira. She never did anything. But she didn’t get her gift. I guess that’s why Abuella’s acting like this.

“..S-si Abuella.” Mirabel moved out of the walkway for her grandmother to walk through, and she walked back to the nursery.

The next few years, Mirabel had learned what the flowers meant. She had a rare disease called Hanahaki disease which is fueled by unrequited love. It also has no cure. Although, it took longer for her to find out who didn’t love her back.

The longer she thought about it, the more she wondered. It couldn’t have been her parents. They practically said how much they loved her every day. Maybe it was Tio Felix? No, he loved everyone.

That’s when it hit.

It was her Abuella.

Her Abuella was the one who caused her Hanahaki disease, though probably not on purpose. Probably.

No definitely. Abuella wouldn’t had hated Mirabel if she knew that every day she would cough up blue-sometimes-blood-stained flowers.

Mirabel chuckled, “Maybe this is my gift. Making flowers grow inside my lungs.” She knew it wasn’t funny, and it was just her anger and sadness talking. But in that moment, she couldn’t help but laugh.

She laughed out the pain. So hard to the point when she coughed up even more flowers.

Soon after her realization, her cousin (and basically little brother) moved into the nursery with her. She tried her hardest to keep her Hanahaki a secret from not only the toddler, but from the rest of the family. She didn’t want to burden them even more than she had already done. Plus, Antonio was just a kid. He couldn’t deal with that much weight on his shoulders knowing his basically-older-sister is slowly dying.

During her first few 10 years of having this incurable disease, she noticed it becoming increasingly more difficult to keep down the coughing. Her family had played it off as a small cold.

But it all changed the day when the family found out about Bruno’s vision of Mirabel breaking their Casita. In those moments when the plate of the full vision board slide across the table for all the family to see, Mirabel could barely breathe. She noticed the shortness of breath quickly, never feeling quite this much strangulation.

Mirabel turned around after taking a look at their faces. She saw the disbelief on her mothers face. The anger on Tia Pepa’s face. The disappointment on Abuella’s. And yet, all Mirabel could do was cough. She coughed and coughed, flowers of blue covered in the deep red of her blood. Her family was angry. Truly angry. The cracks in their Casita had started to form, so everyone’s attention was on the house and the gifts of everyone going into disarray.

Everyone ran out of the room, ignoring Mirabel, trying to find out what was happening to their Casita.

When Mirabel knew they were gone, she quickly cleaned up her mess and stumbled to her room. Save for one blood-covered petal.

But she couldn’t hide this forever.

The person to come across the blood-covered petal was Isabela. Isabela had stormed into her room after her messed up plans with her engagement, and she was bound to get hungry eventually. So, walking back to the kitchen, she came across a petal that wasn’t her own.

She gasped, and stared bewildered at the object. What was this?

“MAMÁ!” Isa yelled, causing Julieta walking towards the scene.

“Mi hija, what’s wrong?” Isabela picked up the flower and showed it her to her. The moment Julieta’s eyes widened as she studied the blood-converse petal.

“Isabela, did you cough this up?” Julieta asked in a very serious tone. Isabela shook her head no. “No Mamá. I found it. It’s definitely not one of mine.” Julieta nodded and held her hand out for Isabela to put the petal into her mothers palm.

Julieta walked into the open living area of the house. Everyone was there, save for Mirabel, and she had gotten everyone’s attention.

“Everyone!” Julieta yelled, an intimidating scene from everyone of the family. “I need all of you to be very straightforward with me. Does this flower belong to any of you?”

Everyone studied the flower, yet all came to the same conclusion in the end. No one knew who the flower belonged to or where it came from.

“Julieta, why would you interrupt our very serious conversation when it’s just about a stupid flower?”

“Pepa, por favor! This flower is one of the Hanahaki disease! It’s very important, because whoever has it will die. It’s an incurable disease that’s caused by unrequited love.” Pepa’s face soften as she bowed her head. Felix grabbed her hand.

“Wait…” Luisa started, “If none of us have it, who does?”

Her eyes widened. As did the rest of the families.

Mirabel.

The family ran up the stairs, finding the blue door that led them to the sight of Mirabel. Their Mirabel, hunched on the floor, coughing and silent tears rolling down her face.

“Mi amor!” Julieta ran and slid to her youngest daughter. How long has her baby been suffering? Who caused her to suffer?

“Mamá?” Mirabel’s voice squeaked out. “Mamá, it hurts.”

Julieta had only cried. She tried using comforting gestures but it didn’t stop the pain. Julieta was useless.

“Julieta! Do something!” Pepa yelled, holding her niece in her arms as well. “Pepa, I cant. There’s no remedy.” Julieta cries. Pepá looks at Julieta with disbelief.

What had they done?

After finding out their family member, a person part of the amazing Madrigals had no gift, they shunned her. They told her she couldn’t do anything. She had to stand on the side as the rest of them shone in their amazing way.

They pushed her out and to the side. Some of them not even having a good enough relationship with Mirabel.

Abuella felt guilty. She knew this all was caused by her. She knew she failed to love her granddaughter because of her own selfish thoughts.

“Mirabel. Mirabel I’m so sorry.” Abuella walks through the small (?) crowd of family surrounding her. (Only a few actually noticed how little her room was.)

Abuella got on her knees and held Mirabel’s face. The first she’s done in many, many years.

“I love you Mirabel.”

“I love you too Abuella.”

Now another photo was next to the one of Abuelo Pedro. One of a happy smiling girl.

Hydrangeas where the flowers at the funeral. The flower meaning family. Kind of ironic, isn’t it?

Everyone mourned for the loss of a wonderful, happy-go-lucky, sunshine girl who went too soon.

She was their new miracle and would never forget it.

[coruscantguard]

this ripped my heart out, stomped on it while wearing stilettos, put it through a blender, then threw it off the top of the effial tower. this is me right now:

this is SO very very good omg, thank you so much for writing it and breaking my heart. just... oh thorn, oh fox, oh thire, oh stone, oh I'm so so sorry you all deserved so much better 😭😭😭😭

The Thorn in His Side | one-shot

AO3 Link | 8,600 words (approx)

Summary:  Surrounded and beaten on Scipio, Thorn thinks back over his life in his last moments; his friendship with Fox and Stone, the good times and the bad, and the legacy he left behind.

TW: Character Death, Suicide Mention, Descriptions of Violence

Kamino, 24 BBY

“Your form is off.”

Fox turned indignantly to face the brother who had approached him and CC-3636. “I beg your pardon?”

“Sure, you can beg.” The brother stopped in front of them and crossed his arms. “But that won’t change the fact that your back foot should be pointing away from your body, not towards your opponent.”

“And who made you the expert?” Fox scoffed.

“Fox!” CC-3636 hissed.

Fox looked back at his batchmate with a shrug before he turned back to the brother before them. Then he realized that the brother’s training clothes were not the same clothes that he and CC-3636 wore. His eyes widened. “You’re an ARC Trooper.”

“And you’re a commander class. We’ve all had the same training. Now that we’re all acquainted with each other, your form is off.” The ARC stepped forward and pushed Fox’s feet into position. “Feel how much stronger your stance is now?”

Fox found himself speechless. He knew that the ARC couldn’t be much older than he was, maybe a few months, but his training showed in his posture; the way he held his head high even as he balanced on the balls of his feet. Nimble. Deadly. They had had the same training, but the ARCs were pushed harder, fed better, allowed a certain degree of independence that Fox had never had.

“So, what do you get out of this?” CC-3636’s words cut through Fox’s train of thought.

The ARC looked hurt for a moment before an impassive curtain fell back over his face. “Can’t I just want to help my brothers?”

���Your brothers? I thought the ARCs were built from a different genetic code.”

“The Alphas were, but not me. My batch doesn’t have anything in common with the Alphas. I don’t know why we were put there in the first place.”

“You don’t want to be an ARC trooper?” Fox asked.

The ARC shook his head. “I’d rather be a commander; be the one calling the shots.”

Silence fell over the three of them as Fox and CC-3636 contemplated the ARC’s words.

“If we had a choice,” Fox spoke carefully, “I think I would choose to not be a commander. Taking the burden of my brother’s lives into my hands, it’s too much.”

“I think that is a trait that would make you an excellent commander.” The ARC looked away from them to glance towards the chronometer on the gymnasium wall. “I need to go.”

“What’s your name?” Fox asked before the ARC could leave. His brother paused, mulling the question over.

“Thorn. Jango calls me a thorn in his side, so I suppose it’s Thorn.”

“I’m Fox. This is CC-3636.”

Thorn nodded. “Pleased to meet you.” He turned to leave, then paused and looked back over his shoulder. “I hope to meet you again, Fox, CC-3636.” Then he walked away.

“What an ass.” CC-3636 scoffed.

“I don’t know, I kinda liked him.”

“You would.”

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Main WIP: Syndicate

Terran is an assassin in Calson City, where a criminal syndicate controls the city. Raymond was working with them until he rebelled and saved someone they were going to kill, and Terran was supposed to execute him but faked Raymond’s death instead. Terran’s learning morality, realizing that he doesn’t want to be in this situation anymore, learning right and wrong, but simultaneously trying to hide what he’s done to avoid getting killed as a traitor himself. Conflict is mainly whether he learns real compassion and freedom from the syndicate, or if he resists this in favor of keeping up his cover. Mika is Raymond’s twin sister who doesn’t know he’s alive and had to take Raymond’s place as an assassin and hates it. There’s also magic and gay. Raymond has mind magic, and Terran can do various enhancement-type spells including making himself focus.

This story gets dark and I've included trigger warnings. The flufftober section should be much safer to read in general. But the story has a lot of trauma and fire-related discussions, so if either of those is a major trigger for you, no worries-- this isn't for you. "Abuse" indicates references to actual abuse, "trauma" may refer to depictions of PTSD

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Scenes:

Terran & Raymond “Breakup” TW: killing/death ment

Poker Flashback TW: fire, abuse, trauma

Mika & Terran’s truce TW: killing ment

Card & Falling Asleep (Raymond’s POV) TW: ment of fire, abuse, death

2 Truths & a Lie  

Martel Bridge

Homework Flashback

Zachary being threatening TW: Manipulation, implied arson, killing, death

Rock Climbing Flashback  TW: mention of killing, death

Raymond and Terran discuss trauma TW: Discussion of trauma, abuse, fire

Scenes that 1. End a story/chapter/arc; 2. Is important to a character’s development, & 3. A sad/tragic scene TW: 1. fire ment, unconsensual mind magic(?) 2. Kidnapping ment 3. Fire, anxiety/panic attack. (Note: All 3 scenes here are on the longer side)

Scene that contains cool worldbuilding TW: death ment, unconsensual mind magic (Discussion of)

Peaceful scene

Descriptive text & favorite dialogue TW: Trauma--Not explicitly anything major but there is a depiction of a trigger in scene 2

Embrassed/flustered & put a lot of work into: TW death/killing ment (Note: Scene 2 is the same as 2 truths and a lie above, though I think it's shorter)

1 character protects or cares for another TW: Fire & burns

Action/combat & character introduction TW: 1. Suffocation, killing ment. 2. [not sure, nothing explicit]

Terran & Raymond kiss TW: killing mention

Flufftober scenes

Candles, Lanterns, & Fairy Lights TW: fire (candles), discussion of trauma

Picnic

Blankets

Caught in the Rain

Bedtime Stories TW: literally the tamest tw for burns

Hot Chocolate TW: Fire (fireplace), trauma

Soulmate AU Warning: Not really fluff

Poetry, Music, Art, & Craft TW: Trauma

“Oh, you’re a morning person” TW: killing ment

Supporting Each Other’s Quirks and Hobbies

Thick as Thieves

Slow Dancing

Game Day TW: minor death ment

Shooting Stars

Other WIPs

This month I plan on working on a different WIP, Second Chance. If I post any excerpts I will add them!

Ardisci: A scene from the POV of the god of knowledge in the universe of Second Chance, not official content. TW: Death mention

Drake Knight: a intro scene for a story about dragons. TW: implied dragon death, fire (like y'know. dragon breath)

[eumomos]

⟨ HUNTER SCHAFER. TRANS FEMALE. SHE/HER. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, MONICA “MOMO” MCDERMA is actually a descendent of I R I S. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-TWO year old BOTANY MAJOR from SAN DIEGO, USA has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite OUTGOING & IMPULSIVE.

hi all !! ur local roller skating queen has RETURNED ... for those who have yet to meet her this is momo !! let’s get into it-

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full  name ,  nicknames  :  monica mcderma ,  momo

age  ,  dob  ,  zodiac :  twenty - two  , october 28  ,  scorpio

hometown  :  san diego, ca

gender  ,  pronouns :  trans female  ,  she / her

orientation  :  pansexual , demiromantic

height :  5′9″

occupation  :  student

language(s)  spoken  :  english  -  fluent   ,   french  -  fluent   ,   greek   -   fluent

similar  characters  :  ty lee  (  avatar: the last airbender  )  ,  debora  (  baby driver )  ,  troy barnes  (  community  )  ,  jester lavorre   (  critical role  )  ,  shelly johnson  (  twin peaks  )  ,  phoebe buffay  (  friends  )  ,  juliet capulet  (  romeo & juliet  )

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tw: death ment.

raised by a single father in san diego, ca, even before momo came out, she always a bit different. she was guilty of having a rampant imagination & teased for never paying attention in class. coming out as transgender was tough for the most part, but her father was quick to welcome his daughter with open arms ( she can still recall going to get a glass of water in the middle of the night and finding him fast asleep on the couch, with some article about raising trans youth on his laptop )

the truth of her mother’s identity was revealed about three months after momo came out, at the age of twelve. from then on out, it all clicked for her. before, she felt like an outcast, a pointless being roaming the earth in an attempt to find a place that would just let her stick. did she expect the answer to be that momo mcderma is a demigod ?? no, absolutely not.

again, her father was quick to cheer her on from the sidelines, having her go to camp half-blood almost every summer of her child/teenhood to help her continue on her journey.

it was the last summer before heading to eonia when her father had gotten sick. with her mother’s blessing, she was able to leave the grounds to be by her father’s side on his deathbed. he went soon after that.

after the burial, something was.. off in momo’s spirits, though it was never really outright. the pressure to live up to the sunny and overtly upbeat attitude momo used to lead with ease suddenly laid heavy on her shoulders. she wouldn’t tell anyone, still.

she’s a botany, and the vice president of the botany & gardening club. momo’s also an active member of the feminist & lgbt alliance.

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she rollerskates everywhere !! u can tell she’s coming from a mile away.

smells like lavender . loves lipgloss .

sad headcanon time. whenever momo feels super sad, she just.. smiles to herself until she feels happy.

LOVES the idea of being loved, but also it makes her nauseous . bit of a contradiction

the type of fake deep to paint shirtless in her apartment but keep the blinds open . THAT kinda bitch

momo’s a good friend !! likes to listen and chit chat, very much the shoulder to lean on

LOUD . she’s so loud . and bubbly . just . a fast talker

be PATIENT with her, she gets distracted A LOT

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swearing  |  fingernail  chewing  |  slouching  |  slurring  |  drinking |  smoking  |  drugs | impulse  decisions |  obsessive  phone  checking  |  bad  time  management |  slang  |  poor grammar  |  overworking  |  slacking  off  |  over  sleeping | under sleeping |  skin picking |  poor  eye  contact  |  lying | rambling | skipping  breakfast  | junk  food  |  self  criticism |  procrastinating |  day  dreaming |  forgetful  |  envious  |  jealous |  gossiper |  drama  whore |  secret  teller |  skipping  class  |  spitting  |  lip  licking | lip  chewing |  drinking  from  the  carton |  yelling  |  too  much  internet  |  poor  hygiene  |  impatient | hot headed |  biased  | complaining |  scab  picking  |  buzzfeed |  cheek  biting |  teeth  gnashing  |  shoplifting  | scamming  |  speeding |  hair  pulling |  large  ego |  exaggerating  | fidgeting |  free  loading  |  littering  |  one  -  upping  | whining |  borrowing  without  returning  |  unnecessary  aggression |  plagiarism  |  copying  |  glaring  | spacing  out | ignoring  |  over  critical  | messy |  hateful  |  overly  prideful

[eulevis]

⟨ ZETHPHAN SMITH-GNEIST. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, LEVI HARRIS is actually a descendent of A P O L L O. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-THREE year old AUDIO PRODUCTION MAJOR from MANCHESTER, UK has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite KIND-HEARTED & CHAOTIC.

hi hi !! my name is sunny, and this is ur local Dumb of Ass levi harris . i’m so happy to be back here with y’all omg.............

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full  name ,  nicknames  :  levi william harris  ,  harris,   evie

age  ,  dob  ,  zodiac :  twenty -  three  , july 4  ,  cancer

hometown  :  manchester, england

gender  ,  pronouns :  cismale  , he / him

orientation  :  bisexual , demiromantic

height :  6′3″

occupation  :  student / aspiring musician / record store clerk 

language(s)  spoken  :  english  -  fluent   ,   french  -  fluent   ,   greek  -  fluent

similar  characters  :  marty mcfly  (  back to the future  )  ,  jack dawson (  titanic )  ,  troy barnes  (  community  )  ,  george weasley   (  harry potter  )  ,  jake peralta  (  brooklyn nine-nine  )  ,  spike spiegel  (  cowboy bebop  )  ,  christopher turk  (  scrubs  )

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tw: death ment.

born in manchester, england to victor and clara harris, it was always obvious that levi had a tough act to follow. his older brother, elijah, was the brains of the two. perfect grades, a wide roster of extracurriculars, and he was even nice.

literally, there was no reason to hate this guy.

levi, on the other hand, was creative. his schoolwork wasn’t stellar, but where he lacked in logic, he made up for in making people laugh and writing half-way decent songs on his guitar or piano.

it wasn’t that levi minded being in his brother’s shadow, he just couldn’t help but feel hurt whenever they’d sit at the dinner table together and the only topic of discussion would be eli this or eli that. all that being said, he got along better with his brothers than he ever did with his parents.

elijah’s death was sudden and tragic. he was twenty-four when he passed, levi being twelve. levi doesn’t like talking about it much, and it’s arguably one of the few things he’s closed off about

finding out that he was born out of wedlock didn’t do much to make things easier, either. he’d first met apollo after his brother’s funeral, which was terrible timing, in his mind. it practically tore his parents apart, having divorced only two years after the news hit.

the fallout with his family was a given to him. along with his brother’s death and his real father’s identity, it was as if a bright spotlight was suddenly shone on his life, and his parents were right there to scrutinize.... everything about him.

needless to say, he left the minute he was able to.

was eonia the plan ?? no, california was the plan, where he wanted to persue his career in music. however, to appease his mother and keep things ‘realistic’ for his future, he decided to go to school, where he’s currently studying audio production.

he works on his own music on the side when he doesn’t have a shift at fireside records. he’s also the president of the songwriting club & a member of the drama club !!

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as stated before, he’s... dumb of ass

really nice, really kind, but loud and chaotic type of beat . the type to go hang out on the roof of literally any building by himself but also loves a good social gathering

not gonna lie, tough to get his attention romantically . u could flirt with him and he’ll chalk it up to u being nice . considers everyone a Friend

english boi innit, if u mock his accent it will upset him, but he just brushes it off bc he rlly thinks his feelings don’t matter when it comes to ‘small stuff’

a good friend !! goes with the flow, but will defend the people he cares about in a heartbeat

talks w his hands . gestures wildly

CANNOT and WILL NOT sit still for gods sake . he gets so distracted so easily

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swearing |  fingernail  chewing  | slouching  |  slurring  |  drinking |  smoking  |  drugs | impulse  decisions |  obsessive  phone  checking  |  bad  time  management |  slang  |  poor grammar  |  overworking  |  slacking  off |  over  sleeping | under sleeping |  skin picking |  poor  eye  contact  |  lying | rambling | skipping  breakfast | junk  food  |  self  criticism |  procrastinating |  day  dreaming |  forgetful  |  envious  |  jealous |  gossiper |  drama  whore |  secret  teller |  skipping  class  |  spitting  | lip  licking | lip  chewing |  drinking  from  the  carton |  yelling  |  too  much  internet  |  poor  hygiene  |  impatient | hot headed |  biased  | complaining |  scab  picking  |  buzzfeed |  cheek  biting |  teeth  gnashing  |  shoplifting  | scamming  |  speeding |  hair  pulling |  large  ego |  exaggerating  | fidgeting |  free  loading  |  littering  |  one  -  upping  | whining |  borrowing  without  returning  |  unnecessary  aggression |  plagiarism  |  copying  |  glaring  | spacing  out | ignoring  |  over  critical  | messy |  hateful  |  overly  prideful

[anothersillyfanblog]

How is this even worse than I remember it????

Holy shit...............

A beginner’s guide to hiding a body

1) Oh god, oh fuck he’s- Marvin had- Step one: rewind. How did you get in this situation? Chase had been running, running, running… Marvin was… He must have been possessed, it wasn’t really Marv, was it? Hands and mask caked in blood, eyes darker than the night. Chase had tried, oh god he tried, but nothing snapped him out. So here he was. With a body.

2) What now, what now? Holy shit, what the fuck? Step two: why not to go to the police? For the most part, you should nearly always report yourself. But he had to stay out of prison, he had to protect his friends, he didn’t have the money for court- so he had to hide the body.

3) No, no, no, no… Step three: logistics. Where? How? Important questions… Marv was cold and surprisingly light when Chase picked him up. He waded through the leaves, up the isolated incline til he reached a large tree overlooking a waterfall. That river ran a long way… Chase peered into his friend’s blank eyes, then dropped him over. He drew in a sharp breath and ran, the autumn leaves twirling away from him as he pushed through.

4) Well done, you’ve done it.