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xiaosonlybeloved · 1 year

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Of Flowers and Death~ -Hanahaki AU

fem! reader x Zhongli, Zhongli x Guizhong, implied Zhongli x Lumine

warnings:- angst, hurt/no comfort, major character death, graphic descriptions of blood and violence. (lemme know if i missed anything) length-2.8k words a/n:- Mmm yes my favorite oneshot till date. stay till the end for that juicy angst haha (i have been writing for over two hours everything hurts but its worth it) Likes comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, and do check out my childe smau too!

Edit:- there is a sequel now- Regret, Guilt, Anguish

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“Oh..” you murmured in less than a whisper. You were hidden behind a few rocks; you had come to meet Morax, the god of Liyue, but your dearest friend, Guizhong, was already there with him, and it looked like they were having a moment. You couldn’t help but want to listen in, because after all it was Morax who you had loved for most of your life.

You were a foreigner to Liyue; you came from Inazuma. But you weren’t any ordinary Inazuman. You were the third and youngest of the Raiden sisters, who ruled over Inazuma itself. No one other than the archons knew about your existence, because Ei and Makoto kept you a secret, protected. Although not many knew, there had indeed been a few attempts on the lives of the Raiden sisters, and this was what they wanted to protect you from.

After you had a few centuries of battle experience and training under your bag, you were allowed to explore the world. You were not tied down with the duties of ruling Inazuma. Naturally, you attracted the attention of the gods, each one of them remarking on how you inherited all the characteristic features of the Raidens.

Only the heavens above knew how you managed to become the best friend of one of the major gods, and that too Morax. But he was the reason you chose to settle down in Liyue. As time passed, your feelings for Morax, also called Zhongli by his friends, also grew more than platonic.

Now see, you knew Morax was something of a blockhead when it came to feelings. So you didn’t think much when Morax kept sending you mixed signals. You both were immortal gods after all, you had all the time in the world. You continued to hopelessly fool yourself, thinking that just perhaps, there was a chance of him loving you back.

Then came the goddess of Dust, Guizhong. A minor goddess she was, but a wonderful one. It didn’t take her too long to make her way into everyone’s hearts, including yours and Zhongli’s. While you both quickly grew into fast friends, there was just one thing that constantly irked you. Just one. It was the way she quickly grew so incredibly close to Zhongli.’

You knew that Guizhong fancied Zhongli; she confessed it to you yourself. You were forced to merely plaster a fake smile upon your face and laugh her words off.

That brought you to this day: watching Guizhong confess to Zhongli. And the amount of heartbreaking anguish when Zhongli accepted with a smile, pulling her in close, after having remained oblivious to all your advances over the decades…. It was just… You couldn’t handle it. It was too much.

You quietly sneaked away as soon as possible. And then.. And then came the coughs and the bloodstained petals. Being from Inazuma, you knew all about it of course. Hanahaki. Needless to say, you were horrified. Since that day, you somewhat avoided the duo on the pretext of the ongoing Archon War. It was here that you showed your true battle prowess as a Raiden. You alone decimated entire armies of the enemies, leaving not even ashes.

The war went on for months. You lost many allies in fighting to ensure that Makoto and Morax got seats in the Seven. Till sundown you fought without relent, showing that even a beauty can be dangerous. At night, you gave your fallen comrades the proper, respectful farewell they deserved. By now, only the last few contenders for the heavenly thrones were left. The last opponent for Morax was the ocean god, Osial, in Guyun Stone Forest, and his followers. Recognising the serious threat he posed, you did agree to team up with Morax to eliminate him. The path for Morax to become an archon would then become clear. Through experience, you both knew that you two together were a formidable force.

The battle was a long and exhausting one. You both started at sunrise, and barely managed to subdue him by sundown, having understood that even with their combined power, they would not be able to kill Osial. You both went back to your makeshift camp, looking forward to just resting for the night. Thank the gods you had very few coughing fits during the battle.

And yet, the moment you stepped past the protected borders, you felt that familiar eerie chill that crept up your spine. The heavy silence that hung ominously, the one that meant something was dreadfully, terribly wrong. And you were right. You took in the scene. The five Yakshas of Liyue were present, and they seemed to be sealing some sort of hexagonal structure, which was suspended above a figure. And the figure…

Was Guizhong.

Any dislike you harboured towards the Goddess of Dust disappeared as you laid your eyes upon the figure that had been turned to stone. The first and utmost thought in your mind was that something was wrong with your second best friend. Evidently Morax had come to the same conclusion. He let out a strangled sound as you both ran towards what remained of Guizhong. As you both gingerly touched her as if she was made of glass instead of stone, you knew. It was clear- Guizhong was no more.

Despite your stormy emotions, it seemed you were capable of only letting out a few tears. Morax seemed to be physically incapable of crying, yet his emotions were plainly displayed on his face for all to see.

That night, you stayed with Morax, doing your best to comfort him, despite needing comfort yourself. Neither of you had any more tears to shed.

That night, Morax has emerged as one of the Seven with your help, but you both lost Guizhong along the way.

~◈~

2 millenia had passed since the Archon War, and it left its scars on everyone. However, you could be lying if you said that you didn’t feel relieved that Guizhong was out of the way. You also felt guilty for feeling like that. But it was rather funny, how you managed to survive with your hanahaki for 2000 years, while most died within a few months. You supposed the reason was that Morax, who now completely lived as the mortal Zhongli in the Harbor, was seriously the absolute master at giving out mixed signals. He often unknowingly did things that lovers did, giving you hope. Yet that hope gets squashed a few days later, and the cycle continues. In all honesty, the hanahaki wasn’t really a big problem, more like a chronic disease that you had come to accept as a part of your life.

You knew that while Zhongli had mostly recovered by now, he still irrationally blamed himself for Guizhong’s death. You often told him to move on, yet he never said anything. You could see how opposed he was to the idea though. That’s why it was a surprise when he invited you to his office in the funeral parlor right after you returned from Inazuma. You could see on his face that there was something that pleased him. He first enquired about your travels and stuff, then said, “[name], do you remember how you’ve always told me to move on?” “Oh yes. Have you been thinking about that?” “Indeed. Although Guizhong will always have a special place in my heart, I believe that I am now ready to mingle again. I realised recently… that I have feelings for someone new.”

You couldn’t deny the flutter of excitement you felt on hearing those words.Was this finally it? “That’s great Zhongli! Who is it?” “Do you know the Traveler, Lumine? It’s her. I met her a while back, when you were out on your travels. I love her so much.” He proceeded to tell you all about Lumine. He was lovestruck and you could see that. With every word he spoke, you felt your heart drop more into your stomach. You were doomed. Utterly doomed.

All this time, you’d just been deluding yourself, lying to yourself. He had never loved you, and he never would. You were struggling to keep your easy smile glued to your face as yet again, you felt something rise up your throat. You politely managed to excuse yourself, your voice coming out all scratchy and raw. Once you walked out of his cabin, you sprinted towards the confines of your home. By the time you locked yourself in, some petals had already escaped and blood was smeared across your palm.

You were hunched over the sink, which was already full of flowers and blood within a few minutes. It hurt. Everything did, both your body and your broken heart. You knew your impending death was near, because never had your hanahaki been this severe. You couldn’t undergo the surgery because Zhongli was a massive part of your life, and simply forgetting about him would raise a barrage of questions. Plus, you still loved Zhongli too much to forget about him, despite the fact that somewhere deep down, you always knew that he’d never love you back.

~◈~

Your time was very close. The past few days had been spent isolated into the confines of your home, claiming to be exhausted from your latest journey whenever someone came to visit. Funnily enough, today was the day when Zhongli’s former love, and your former best friend, Guizhong, had died. In short, her death anniversary. Seemed it would be yours too.

You usually avoided visiting Guizhong’s memorial and burial site, which was in an isolated cave near Liyue Harbour. However today you thought it was fitting for you to pay your respects to her for the last time. And so, you dragged yourself out in the early morning, before sunrise. You left before anyone could see you, before he could see you.

By the time you are at your destination, your condition has significantly worsened due to the physical strain. It’s all you can do to respectfully place the flowers beside her memorial and lean against the wall. You began to speak to no one in particular in a cracked voice. “Hey Gui…? I hope.. You are at.. Peace… Just know that… I’ve never… hated you.. You’ve always been my.. Best friend.”

“How lucky you were… to be loved by Zhongli.”

Your throat choked up, not because of emotion, but because of another bout of bloody flowers. Not wanting to die there because he would see you, you got yourself out and into another deserted cave just beside. Not the best, but you had no choice. You had merely left a few petals at the entrance of both caves and a faint trail of blood in between.

By now, you had fallen to the ground in searing agony as flower after bloodstained flower forced its way out of your raw throat. You were lying on a bed of the flowers you yourself had coughed out.

How long it had been, you did not know. Perhaps minutes, perhaps hours. You started coughing again, not a moment’s respite. Your life force was almost completely drained. Any moment now.. You would be free.

It was then that you heard a horrified voice ring through the silence. “[Name]!”

~◈~

Zhongli was up at sunrise. Despite his new love, his mood was somber- it was Guizhong’s death anniversary. He had every intention to continue visiting her memorial. As usual, he sought you out. There was a rare chance that if you were in the mood, you would accompany him to pay respects to Guizhong. Yet when he knocked at your door several times and received no response, he chose to leave you alone, despite being slightly worried. You usually did respond at the very least, but he was sure you were alright,

He stopped short in front of the cave which housed Guizhong’s memorial. There was a fresh bouquet of Glaze lilies. But who brought them here? Especially since this place was practically unheard of. He took a few quick steps forward and kneeled down to inspect the bouquet. His heart lurched.

Attached to the bouquet was a small note that said, ‘To my dearest best friend, Guizhong.’ There was no name, but he recognised the handwriting well enough. [name] had already been here. Without him? Was there a reason?

His eyes were drawn to something else too. Relatively new footprints in the soil. And blood.

Blood?

His heavy footsteps echoed in the cave as he quickly walked out, following the faint trail of footprints, blood and petals. They were leading him to a nearby cave. His heart rate accelerated as he heard heavy coughing. And behold the sight that awaited him- an utterly pretty bed of flowers and petals stained in a blood red, and someone coughing while lying on it.

“[Name]!” He cried out, completely horrified.

You curled into yourself even more on hearing his voice. All you wanted was to die in peace, why did he have to make things more difficult? Why did he have to come here? The flowers started choking and constricting your throat on their way up, ever more unrelenting, fueled by the appearance of the one who caused them. It was so hard to breathe… Just a bit more…

You felt yourself being gently lifted into someone’s strong and warm embrace. You weakly met Zhongli’s eyes, which were full of panic. You’d only seen him lose his composure like this once before, his fear more than evident on his face. “[name]- I- What happened? Please, tell me! I- I can’t lose you too!” He exclaimed frantically, feeling your life ebb away second by second, with each cough that released blood and Glaze lilies.

Your throat constricted even more, making it excessively hard to breathe. You just wanted to rest, It was all you could do to force a few broken words from your raw throat.

“...Hana..haki…” That was all Zhongli needed to know to understand. His pupils dilated in fear even more. “Who.. Who is it who made you suffer this way?” Zhongli whispered, unable to take in your completely broken state. You didn’t respond for a few moments, feeling your eyelids shut. You forced them open, not wanting to leave him hanging. “Always.. Loved you.. Always will… Be happy.. For me.. Okay? That is my last wish.” You weakly tried to reach a hand towards Zhongli, who instantly grasped it tightly in hsi, and pressed it against his face, as the realisation hit him like a truck. “What..?” He whispered softly.

Your eyes started to droop again, and you gave in, feeling nothing but qa soft ringing in your ears as your senses dulled. “[name], no, please don’t leave me!” Zhongli cried out in panic, grief and anguish, seeing you slip away from him. You simply let a small smile rest on his face as you whispered, “Just.. sleeping.. Tired.” Unable to accept your fate, he whispered, “Sleep well then, my dearest.”

But you never lived to hear that.

Because then you moved no more.

Was fate trying to mock him with [name] dying in his arms, in front of him, on the same day as Guizhong’s death? You were always there for him, always there with him, until you weren’t. And never in his immortal life was Zhongli able to forgive himself for this, knowing that he was the reason you were dead.

mm yes now hows that huh? gonna disappear for a few days now haha tags and comments are very much appreciated!

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chaotikanvas · 5 months

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Part two of my Bloodstained Fool comic! Part one here! Read that one first for context and a written introduction!

Bloodstained Fool by @naffeclipse and original detective au by @/sunnys-aesthetic!

I hope you enjoy the conclusion! ^_^

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And that's it! I hope you like it! I experimented a ton with this one! Definitely a learning experience on how to make comics and organize well, everything gkjfhdsgkñ

I love this man so much and I just needed to put him in a Situation because that's how that works apparently XD And so I choose a past that comes back to hunt him but for once is a part of his past he wasn't actually responsible for!

And I thought it would be nice that him having confided in y/n ends up helping him in a way that goes even further than just showing them that he's willing to put his pride aside to make amends.

Vulnerability can be a good thing when it means someone will be there to understand when the time arrives.

#arts #bloodstained fool #dca fandom

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clxckwork-sun-n-moon · 10 months

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we are here for fixes and height differences [art IDs in alt]

@naffeclipse for the bloodstained fool and his oil-stained mechanic

OG detective AU comes from @sunnys-aesthetic

#clockwork doodles #bounty hunter!eclipse #bloodstain fool #dcamv

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naffeclipse · 7 months

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I spawn vigilante y/n and vigilante y/n in a room with each other

Confusion at first obviously. But then it's like looking in a mirror. They hit it off. Perhaps sing a musical together because why not.

And then they get to the discussion about their lives, exchange their methods for how they bamboozle their detectives

Then.

Bounty hunter au Vigilante: Oh! What about Eclipse?

Sleuth Jesters Vigilante, chokes: w-what did you say...?

BH vigilante: what?

Sj vigilante: did you say Eclipse?

BH vigilante: yeah...

SJ vigilante: he's still alive for you? Oh my gosh I'm so sorry...

BH vigilante: ??? Yeah???

SJ vigilante: You're going out of your way to get his attention? Do you have a death wish???

BH vigilante: death wish? He may have issues but he's been working on himself. He wouldn't hurt me intentionally... Anymore...

SJ vigilante, shaking BH au y/n: BLINK TWICE IF YOU NEED HELP

The link if it doesn't work: https://youtu.be/hI1evqEYEeA?feature=shared

It would be such a surreal moment for the Bloodstain Fool Y/N to learn that Eclipse in another lifetime, in another world, did give in to his bloody urges and violent destruction, and he did become a monster that doesn't hold back from bruising and taking what he thinks is his. It would make BSF Y/N shudder.

On the other side, SJ Y/N doesn't believe it. Their Eclipse could never have restrained himself, tried to be better. He died because he couldn't. This Eclipse from BSF Y/N's world is a stranger, an anomaly.

SJ!Y/N: He found you while you were bleeding?

BSF!Y/N: I know, but he listened to me. He didn't take me to the hospital.

SJ!Y/N: What—to force you to owe him a favor.

BSF!Y/N: He only wanted me to tell him why I have against hospitals.

SJ!Y/N: Did you tell him?

BSF!Y/N: Yes.

SJ!Y/N: You shouldn't have.

BSF!Y/N: I wasn't happy about it either but he earned it. It's helped, since then, to have him know.

#sleuth jesters #bloodstain fool #sj y/n like mmm doubt

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aphroditelovesu · 10 months

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The Bloody Viscount

— summary: You had fallen in love with Viscount Bridgerton and he had fallen in love with you. The marriage seemed perfect, but then why did Anthony Bridgerton always come home late and bloodstained?

— gender: yandere, dark!au.

— warnings: obsessive and possessive behavior, murder, kidnapping, angst, fluffy, dub-con (?), possibly smut.

— pairing: yandere!anthony bridgerton x female!reader.

— word count: 660.

— chapter 1; chapter 2;

Prologue

Anthony Bridgerton was a problem.

You knew that from the beginning and yet you let yourself be involved by him. For his sweet words and passionate touches. Maybe you were a fool, a fool in love with the man who would be more than willing to kidnap you if it meant having you. Your mind screamed no, but your heart... Your heart belonged to him.

Everyone warned you. Your friends and even his family warned you and you didn't care. You didn't care because you were in love with the viscount, so desperate to be loved that you didn't notice what he looked like. How he really was.

Your family was the one who pushed you to it and you assumed you could blame them. Born into a family of low wealth but enough to be part of high society, you were an only child and your parents' only hope of rising in status. When they found out that Viscount Bridgerton was courting you, they jumped in happiness. Here was the chance they so wanted.

They didn't love you, you were sure of that. How could they? How could they love you when they forced you to accept a marriage you didn't even know you wanted. Anthony was an attractive man and he knew how to charm a woman, there was no doubt about that. But you knew about his fame, how libertine he was and it disconcerted you, you didn't want to marry a man with such fame, who would probably cheat on you.

However, that wasn't a choice you could make. Your family needed it, and although they clearly didn't care about you, you did care about them and wanted to get out of that house as soon as possible. So you accepted his advances, you allowed the Viscount to touch you, however scandalous it was, you allowed yourself to fall in love with him, even when your mind begged you not to, and you accepted his marriage proposal.

You condemned yourself for your family. And they didn't even look grateful.

Your marriage looked happy, as far as yours expectations were concerned. You figured he would just want you to be his loyal young wife and bear him children. Although he wanted children with you, Anthony was happy to have you all to himself for a while. He was different than you might think, completely loyal and in love with you. You were happy about that, happy that you were lucky enough to have a loving husband who treated you with respect.

However, everything was different than you might think. Than you expected and you were grateful for it, Anthony was utterly loyal and devoted to you, his eyes seemed to devour you every minute and you were flattered by that. You couldn't keep your hands off each other, and against all your arguments, you were happy. In a happy marriage to the Viscount, so why did something feel wrong?

Perhaps if you were more observant you would notice the truth. Perhaps you would be able to notice the jealous and angry looks when another man approached you, his unnerving possessiveness and the bloodstains that appeared on his clothes when he came home late. Maybe, just maybe, you'd finally realize what you've really gotten yourself into.

But you didn't notice. So much in love with your husband, you didn't realize his true nature, your body ached for his touches and he was more than happy to fulfill your every wish and your heart ached when he was away from you. You were so, so in love that you became blind.

Completely blind to what your beloved Viscount really was. What did he become when he fell in love with you, but you were happy with him, and that was all that mattered, wasn't it?

None of that mattered because, after all, you were his beloved viscountess and he was your knight in shining armor stained with blood.

— lady l: and that was the prologue of a long fanfic that I'll be writing about our beloved Viscount. (Y/N) here will be more innocent and blind towards Anthony but later on she will change. This prologue was just a preview of what's to come. I hope you enjoyed it and if you want to be tagged, just send a message or put it in the comments! Sorry for any mistakes. ❤️

#anthony bridgerton x reader #yandere anthony bridgerton x reader #yandere anthony bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgertons #the bridgertons #long fic #fanfic #yandere bridgerton #yandere the bridgertons

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practically-an-x-man · 5 months

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Writing Masterpost

Here's the list of all my fanfics! These can also be found by searching for Practically_An_XMan on AO3

Quick note: I write primarily longfic. Long longfic. Many of the main fics (not on tumblr) are 100k plus - and if they aren't yet, they'll get there eventually. Have fun.

X-Men Fics:

I'll Be Here to Catch You - Hank McCoy x Mira Hart [started Jan. 2021, finished June 2021)

Symphony in Silver - Peter Maximoff x Robin Cassidy [started Aug. 2021, finished Oct. 2023]

Candy Cane War - Peter x Robin ficlet, holiday prompts (tumblr)

A Love Once New - Warren Worthington III x Rae McKinney [started Feb. 2021, finished March 2024]

Aftermath - Bonus chapter to A Love Once New

Tear Us Apart - Bonus angst piece to A Love Once New

Gravity - Warren x Rae ficlet, one-line prompt (tumblr)

Smoke and Mirrors - Alex Summers x Madison Douglas [started May 2021, currently active]

Marvel/MCU Fics:

Catch and Release - Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Ophelia Octavius [started Jan. 2022, currently active]

Closing the Rift - Peter x Ophelia ficlet, one-line angst prompt (tumblr)

Bloodstained - Peter x Ophelia ficlet, angst/injury prompt list (tumblr)

Amadeus - Peter x Ophelia ficlet, random prompt (tumblr)

Call it Even - Peter x Ophelia ficlet, random one-line prompt (tumblr)

Bird's Eye View - Kate Bishop x Gia, random prompt (tumblr)

DC/Suicide Squad Fics:

Battle Wounds - Rick Flag x Eris, angst/injury prompt list (tumblr)

Late Nights - Rick Flag x Eris, fluff/sleep prompt list (tumblr)

Acrimony - Rick Flag x Eris, heavy angst/whump oneshot (tumblr)

A Short History Lesson - Rick Flag x Eris, height difference prompt list (tumblr)

This Time It's Not So Literal - Rick Flag x Eris, random fluff/humor prompt (tumblr)

A Fool's Errand - Rick Flag x Eris, angst/jealousy prompt (tumblr)

Dead of Night - Rick Flag x Eris, angst with a happy ending (tumblr)

Lost Gods - Rick Flag x Eris, heavy angst/whump ficlet (tumblr)

Years Ahead - Eris oneshot, future AU (tumblr)

Broken Pieces - Rick Flag x Eris, intense whump and hurt/comfort (tumblr)

Whatever Keeps You Around - Rick Flag x Eris, unexpected run-in with an ex (tumblr)

New Blood - Nikoletta Bordeaux, one-line prompt, introductory ficlet (tumblr)

Nightmares - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, emotional hurt/comfort, early introduction (tumblr)

Shadows and Fallen Stars - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, angst with a happy ending, established relationship (tumblr)

Relapsed - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, angst with a happy ending, established relationship (tumblr)

The Facts Were These - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, first kiss (with abundant Pushing Daisies references) (tumblr)

Pit of Vipers - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, pre-relationship in Belle Reve (tumblr)

No Longer Alone - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, emotional hurt/comfort (tumblr)

Lost in Thought - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, emotional hurt/comfort (tumblr)

Escape Artist - Chain smallfic with @witchy-self-shipper (tumblr)

Star Wars Fics:

Bolts and Blasters - Armitage Hux x Indigo [started May 2021, finished June 2023]

Torment - Alternate/bonus chapter to Bolts and Blasters

Rallentando - Fluff oneshot, takes place after Bolts and Blasters

6 Underground Fics:

Nom de Guerre - Billy/Four x AJ Campbell [started May 2021, finished Sep. 2022]

Desert Song (Previously Unreleased) - Billy/Four x Quinn/Aces [started Oct. 2022, currently active]

Flustered - Billy x Quinn ficlet, one-line prompt (tumblr)

Out to Lunch - Billy x Quinn ficlet, one-line prompt, hurt/comfort (tumblr)

Pyrotherapy - Billy x Quinn ficlet, two-line prompt, angst with a happy ending (tumblr)

Night at the Museum Fics:

Who Waits Forever Anyway? - Ahkmenrah x Katherine Johnson (OC, not the scientist) [started Dec. 2021, currently active]

Christmas Lights - Ahkmenrah x Katherine fluff ficlet (tumblr)

Mefkat - Chain smallfic with @hawthorne-spengler-stantz

Love, Willow - Chain smallfic with @hawthorne-spengler-stantz

American Horror Story Fics:

Heartstrings - Kyle Spencer x Jasper Wilson [started Oct. 2022, currently active]

Sunshine - Kyle x Jasper ficlet, angst w/ a happy ending (tumblr)

Pandemic-Era Kyle and Jasper (tumblr)

Knock on Wood - Kyle x Jasper ficlet, domestic fluff (tumblr)

Gift Card - Kyle x Jasper ficlet, holiday prompts (tumblr)

Sprained - Kyle x Jasper ficlet, sleep prompts (tumblr)

Undone - Kyle x Jasper, random fluff prompt (tumblr)

Mama - Kyle x Jasper, heavy angst with a happy ending (tumblr)

The Sandman Fics:

Secret Worlds - The Corinthian x reader (Prometheus) [posted Feb. 2023]

(Farewell) Wanderlust - The Corinthian x reader (Prometheus) [posted Mar. 2023]

The Calling - The Corinthian x reader (Prometheus) [posted Oct. 2023)

All Night - Corinthian x Prometheus fluff ficlet (tumblr)

Dust to Dust - Corinthian x Prometheus angst ficlet (tumblr)

Fablehaven Fics:

Taking Flight - Warren Burgess x Kestrel [started Aug. 2023, currently active]

Locked Away - Warren Burgess x Kestrel, angst/whump prompt (tumblr)

Chameleon - Warren Burgess x Kestrel, angst and action oneshot (tumblr)

Ghostbusters Fics:

Heart in Your Hands - Lars Pinfield x Jimmy Luciano [started March 2024, currently active]

Extra Pieces:

Lucky - for @can-of-pringles, Arith x Iriel (their OCs)

King - for @can-of-pringles, the Corinthian x Prometheus, found family with Lee Quinn (their OC)

Sick Day - for @can-of-pringles, Arith x Iriel (tumblr)

Sneak peek at a future Stranger Things fic (tumblr)

Karaoke - for @can-of-pringles, Peter Maximoff x Marigold Rosales (their OC) (tumblr)

Steel Christmas - for @vexic929, gen fic with Quinn and their OC Berrie (tumblr)

Through the Haze - for @negative-speedforce, dark/angst piece with their OCs Hyun-Ki and Jessi

Roses and Tulips - for @can-of-pringles, Copia x Silas, Valentine's ficlet (tumblr)

"Breakfast" drabbles for each of my OCs

#writing masterpost #my writing #i'll be here to catch you fic #symphony in silver fic #a love once new fic #smoke and mirrors fic #catch and release fic #bolts and blasters fic #nom de guerre fic #desert song fic #who waits forever anyway? fic #heartstrings fic #taking flight fic #heart in your hands fic

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lavenoon · 1 year

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@naffeclipse Domesticated Bounty Hunter Eclipse is so so much fun, I simply had to draw this <3

Bonus:

og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!

#post let luce #fnaf sb #fnaf sb au #fnaf eclipse #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #sleuth jesters #naffeclipse #my art #for context we were talking about *after* Eclipse puts in some actual effort to change and do better #after he learns that love isn't just pain and control #n Naff mentioned that Eclipse learns to (not physically) lean on Y/N #n I went okay but what if physically #the initial thought was just the “oh no gravity is increasing on me” bit from lilo & stitch #then ofc I had to have fun with it #feral bastard got domesticated; turns into a cat #more news at 11 #bloodstain fool

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fumikomiyasaki · 3 months

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👑 for either Flynn and Chizuko or Yuzuha and Celestine? (Or what about both-)

Royalty au

Once upon a time there was a prince of a Kingdom that was only covered in Night... many adored Prince Flynn and fell for his charisma and attitude however he only used the people who had some value of him and anyone who wanted to trick him got their life ruined in a few days... however he had his morals and people who deserved his wrath and those who he sparred and made his underlings. However that ball night that should decide for him a potential partner to rule the kingdom with him one day was for once not as boring as he expected... a sudden scream of a woman falling down from the top floor of the ball room landing flat on the ground put everyone to silence... the woman, a princess from the neighbouring kingdom, her throat slit, so she was killed instead of falling down. The masses panicked, Flynn however used the commotion to follow the cloaked suspicious figure on the upper floor... knowing his ways around the castle.

Eventually he caught up to it... yet hearing the guards he pinned them around the corner to the wall and covered their mouth... as the guards dissapeared he tried to lift the hood from the figure but as they tried to stab him he stabbed back.

"I would recognize those eyes anywhere, I am glad you are back my dear Crimson Murderer."

"Urgh of course I had to run into the bloodstained prince again."

"Bloodstained? Do you really believe in silly rumors, I thought you were part of assassins who wanted to bring justice to this kingdom."

She sighed in annoyance glaring at him.

"You may not be my target but... I know you are not as shining as you make yourself to be to the crowd."

However she did not anticipate him stealing that knife out of her hands and be pulled around the waist close to him.

"You say that like you didn't just murder a higher standing noble. But I don't care if you judge me... I still want you to think of the offer i made you."

"I won't ever give up my life for someone like you if I can't even trust you... you should throw away your delusions."

He chuckled and let her go.

"And what if... I tread the same bloody path as you and come with you.~"

"Are you an Idiot?"

He used the knife surprising her by cutting into his finger and smirked.

"Maybe... maybe I am a love fool but... I want to prove to you how sincere I am... that and this princely duty bores me to death... I rather start new."

What choice would she make... she knew he was gonna do something reckless and follow her either way but... kidnapping a prince would bring her to the gallows. Yet... she also knew it was useless to just kill him as well when he might have Valuable information.

"Just follow and don't say anything you Moron."

"As you wish, my dear.~"

"Only know... one day might be the day I stab this dagger into your heart."

"And I will gladly accept it."

She scoffed at his response turning silent before moving on.

Always the perfect daughter, always the perfect representative for the kingdom, this burden was placed upon Celestine but even then, she endured it... even if people called her a doll, a puppet for their own use to gain more influence... yet despite this empty purpose of a life there was one thing for continuing for... often times a young poor boy snuck into the castle to steal some bread since he was young and as she cought him once she often gave him food in return for him bringing items outside the castle... and so Yuzuha and Celestine became friends... however... one day the shock caught up to her.

She just thought it was a simple court meeting where some random criminal was judged for his crimes but... as she saw who walked in she didn't want to believe it. It was Yuzuha... he seemed much more worn down, his face was beat up, his body injured... he seemed more like a victim than a criminal... as one of the judges recited his crimes.

"Manslaugther of 5 people, including his own brother, unknown murder weapon... their faces were burnt off."

He saw her look at him and avoided his face... something was off for sure but... would she speak up... she would ruin everything...

Later in the prison cell however she asked her servants if she was able to talk to him.

"Tell me what really happened."

"...."

"Yuzuha please.... I know you are not capabl-"

"What do you know... all you know is what I told you... you never really been outside her... only manipulated to not see the outside world how could you understand-"

As he grew louder he felt her suddenly hold his hand as he calmed down... this wasn't right, they were friends, he wanted to push her away and give up his life, solely to make things easier on him but... it was only fair to tell her.

"My brother... he became a dark magician and... it ended in this tradegy... nobody would believe me and I don't care if you do either but... this is my truth."

"I believe you... I read enough about magical contracts to know it could be possible... but-"

"You can't help me... its over for me. But-"

He took something from behind his back and handed it into her hand... it was a small music box with a pink flower on it.

"Yuzuha..."

"It was the last gift i could give you... I am not afraid of losing my life but... promise me you stop just listening to others... and actually do something on your own... alright."

"But if you are gone... what reason to live have I then?"

He leaned forward giving her a small kiss before leaning back.

"You can keep me in memory. Life on for me. This world was useless to me but maybe you can give me the hope in the afterlife. "

This was the first time the emotionless facade, the tough shell of her broke... to see her friend moments before his own excecution still only think of her... not only that... that he cared that much... how was she supposed to stop this...

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #disney twst #twst #twst ocs #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #flynn deradelle #flynn x chizuko #yuzuha aimon #yuzuha x celestine

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chaotikanvas · 5 months

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AAAAAAAAA AFTER MONTHS THIS IS FINALLY DONE!!!!! Not gonna ramble too much and get right to it! This was inspired by Bloodstain Fool by @naffeclipse (wonderful original detective au by @/sunnys-aesthetic!), because I am very much not normal about this man! gonna have to be divided in two parts because of the image limit gfklhdsñjkh

Here is part one, plus a bit of an introduction! (edit: added the alt text!)

I hope you enjoy!! <3

(content warnings: uuuh nothing too out there that wouldn't be in the main fic. Mentions of blood and violence, and uuuh unsafe self-modification practices? That's the best way I can think to explain it gkjdhgsfkj, and that's all I think!)

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The first spark feels familiar.

A sensation he last felt so long ago now.

(Not long enough. Never long enough)

It invades his systems in an instant, and yet it has always felt like an eternity. Joints locking up. Optics glitching out. Senses daring to escape his iron grip.

A spark is all he gets to hear before an array of errors and alarms and pain flood his mind.

(Pain always ovetakes it all in the end)

A spark is all it takes to start a fire.

A spark is what started the fire.

The burning within him. Overheating metal and wires and oil.

The internal inferno that took root in his head, as part of his very existence, consuming him alive.

Just a spark.

Enough to ignite the flames that he has been gradually (painstakingly, arduously, hopefully) smothering for some time now right back to being a raging hell that threatens to engulf him until there is nothing left.

Rage.

Rage is all he knows. What pushes him through the spasms.

Rage has him making sense of the glitches in his vision and set a target.

He is not the same as back then.

The target aims at him again. Presses down on the trigger.

His head twitches out of his control. He takes another step towards the target.

The target's smile falters and presses again. Again. Again.

Everything.

Turns.

Red.

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It's not uncommon for Eclipse to simply go off the radar and not reappear for a while. This you have learned from your dear detectives.

This time though? Your gut is yelling that there is something off.

For one, the day before he made his disappearance act, he had gone on one of his hunts. It was late at night, so it would be expected that he would arrive at the station to collect his pay the next day.

He did not.

For two...

The scene he left behind was a bloodbath.

A part of you wants to insist you are not surprised at all, aprehension about the tendencies of the violent animatronic, plus some lingering distrust, bubbling instinctually to the surface.

The rational part of you, that had seen and now accepted his genuine efforts to tear off the venom that he's been living off until recently from his system, tells you that there is a puzzle piece missing and you need to go and find it.

Detective Sun and detective Moon seem to agree with you. By the way detective Sun keeps glancing at the phone with increased frequency. By the way detective Moon arrives much later the night following the incident.

By the third morning, you decide enough is enough.

You know through the detectives that the only human survivor from the encounter was a recently joined member of the gang Eclipse stormed for his hunt. The kid was taken in and interrogated, but in his shaken state the only information they could get from him was that he was actually far from where the fight broke out, having heard a distant buzzing sound just before. Unlucky guy then stumbled on... well, Eclipse's handiwork.

(Or perhaps he was lucky. He was arrested, not taken to the morgue.)

The scene is very much still up to the brim with cops, not that you think you would get much from it if the detectives didn't share much else about the whole situation.

So that leaves you to hunt down the trail of the bounty hunter.

Under the harsh midday sunlight, after hours running around, you curse the sneaky bastard's ability to somehow go unnoticed if he so wishes while being as massive as he is.

Yet you catch wind of one or two people getting a glimpse of the robot, and that's enough to finally direct you to a general area where he might be. You suspect that you don't yet know all the locations of his safehouses, but at this section of the city at least, you are pretty certain there are no other places that could serve him well than those you have pinpointed.

Reaching the entrance of the most secluded one, you reach for your hair, and pull a pin secured by the ribbon that ties it up.

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here's the link for part 2!

#kanvas writes #arts #bloodstained fool #dca fandom #god I can't believe I'm finally posting this kjghfsdj #fun fact #this is now by far the longest time on a piece of art I've ever worked on #sorry if I forget a tag or something I always forget them when I first post gkjfhgsdkjh

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my-whumpy-little-heart · 4 years

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Featuring @spookyboywhump‘s lovely ocs Zander, Wren, and Cain, I went a little on the experimental side for this illustration. I had an image in my head that I couldn’t get out even after rambling about it to Allen, so here’s a protective Zander, sleepy Wren, impatient Cain, and their whole room!

I know there are plenty of inaccuracies in here or things that just don’t look right, but eh, oh well. I’m happy with how Zander and Wren’s pose came out, especially at this perspective, and the walls are looking like walls. So I’ll count this as a victory!

Oh, and this piece has a title. It’s called From The Rafters.

Below a cut, I’m gonna put the initial flatter color version of this just because i think it looked kinda nice and is a fun comparison to the final piece.

hurrahhh look how stupid cain looks in his non-shaded suit. that is all.

#art #hmnnn there were supposed to be bloodstains on wren's shirt but now i don't wan to ruin all the wrinkles i put in there #shhh he's still bleeding i'm sure but just. not as heavily. ldjkfsdlfl whatever #all that matters is that he's tired and in pain and can't get up right now and zander supports him #my art #uhhh tags #i might tag this later #because it's 2 am and i'm Tired #i'll be scheduling this for Way Later so #hm #fanart #ooh do yall wanna look at that mattress and blanket because. i liked how those came out #my drawing skills said cain didn't give them a bedframe so oops. this is the No Bedframe Au #the worst au tbh #someone make the fool buy these boys a bedframe #this is good scene practice because cain gives them Basically Nothing so i don't have to focus on too many background details #but was good more simple practice nonetheless!#tbh this is getting me in the mood to draw other rooms #idk what rooms i'd draw but i'll find something #gotta yeet on out of that comfort zone #i'm hoping the transparent background worked here. i tried so hard to save this as a small enough png for tungle to accept #okay it's way too late to be tagging. i'm tired. if morning boa has comments she'll make them when she wakes up #hello! it's afternoon boa here!#i do not have any more comments #except for saying i knew the title of the piece before i drew it #which i think is funny #brain is so desperate to bully allen #ily allen #the boys own my soul

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naffeclipse · 2 years

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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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i think that although the theories/aus of puffy's son dream and wil's brother dream are interesting to think about, especially the implications, the (probably) canon statement that he really has no family to me hits the hardest. because it's just dream, you know. his friends hate him, he has none (p relatable), but i can't really imagine,, both not having friends and not having a family. that's kind of what keeps a lot of us sane and okay ( - quill anon (same anon from the c!tubbo c!wil ask) )

ouch quill anon ,, this ask Hurt. it’s true - usually, it’s our family and friends that keep us going, that are the ones that we fight for and live for and love for. c!dream’s “family” was his reasoning behind ,, a lot of the stuff he did, good or bad, and even now you can hear his desperation in getting someone, anyone to visit sometimes, in wanting to know how people are doing outside the cell.

at the same time, he’s a character very much defined by his solitude, by his isolation, by all of the time he has spent,, alone. by the alliances that had been broken, betrayed, forgotten. by how- at the end of the day - he sits for hours on end in an obsidian box with nothing but his thoughts to accompany him. it’s awfully ,, sad, despite everything he’s done. through it all, he’s alone. he survives the horrors of the vault (until this current arc) alone. nobody’s there to hear his thoughts. nobody knows his mindset, or feelings, or wants, or anything that really makes him human. for someone so driven by people, he spends so much time completely isolated - and it’s. honestly really, really tragic.

anyway, this is a sad little drabble set pre-roommates arc abt c!dream in the prison, alone, bc he makes me Sad.

tw: mentioned torture, abuse, violence, broken bones, blood, injuries, mental deterioration, isolation, panic attacks, self-deprecation, trauma, memory loss, death, contemplations of death, dark content, dark imagery

The blank book in his hand stares at him stubbornly, the stark white of the untouched pages nearly burning his eyes, used to the dark walls and floor of the cell. Dream’s hand shakes around his quill, ink splotches marring the pages from where his too-unsteady hand had let the nib brush against the paper and left freckles of black spots behind. He pulls his thumb back from the bottom left corner, hissing slightly when it leaves a dull red fingerprint behind, a smudge of half-dried blood further dirtying the paper.

He’d pulled out one of the books for some reason, probably on a whim, letting his hands run over the leather spine and along the thread of the binding absentmindedly after Quackity left for the day. He hadn’t touched them in a while - he liked to save them, at the beginning, just in case visitors came and he wanted to thank them or if he needed to communicate (though he hadn’t gone silent since Sapnap left, ‘cause Sapnap wanted him to talk and he doesn’t know why he still clings to that visit when it’s been months and he still hasn’t come back, but he promised that if Dream behaved he’d visit again and - it’s stupid to hope, but Dream can’t give up, not yet) and then he kept them because he would need them for the revive book and the Warden would confiscate them, anyway, so it was better not to get attached. Regardless, he’d stubbornly ignored the chest of books for a long time, let the remain closed and the clasp go unlatched as he wasted his days away watching the walls drip bright purple and pretend he didn’t miss his clock.

Until now.

He runs his fingers along the surface of the paper again, ignoring the red and black smudges they leave in their wakes, ruining the previously unblemished pages. The paper is smooth, bearing a very slight grain, and smells clean and woody - this book must’ve been a newer one the Warden replaced into the chest. He’d counted the pages a few times, front and back - there are fifty sheets, so a hundred pages to use as he sees fit, completely empty and untouched. The quill shakes in his hand, the tip pressed against the paper, unmoving.

What is there to write?

He’s forgotten why he pulled out the book in the first place, already - his head keeps getting fuzzier, memory impossibly fragmented and seemingly worsening with every passing day. He knows he had a reason because he’d been very determined about it, had spent what must have been hours dragging himself along the obsidian floor with a broken shinbone jutting out of his right leg and a dislocated left shoulder that he’d taken an extra few minutes to jam back in place by pressing it against the floor. Something had come into his head, probably in the middle of Quackity’s daily session, and he’d found himself desperate to write it down before he forgot despite the throbbing of his head and the pain in his chest making it impossible to take a full breath.

(He must have talked back, or acted defiant, or something - he doesn’t remember much besides the look Quackity had given him after, dark and angry and tight with rage. There had been a hand tangled in his hair, a blade jammed right up against his throat, curses and screams in his ears dying into a singular ringing echo as the blade was pushed deeper and deeper. It wasn’t until a few minutes later when Quackity realized that he’d gone too deep and that Dream was choking on his own blood - his memories shatter, and there’s nothing but more screaming, red and black and blood everywhere, warm against his skin, the sweet-sour taste of glistening melon on his tongue, a healing pot desperately stitching his skin together and bringing him back from the darkness that he’d swelled in the corners of his vision - mostly, he remembers everything going cold and numb and he’d realized, halfway into the Void, that he would never leave the Vault alive.)

His hands tighten on the book as he breathes a shallow, harsh breath through his teeth, because - oh. Oh. He looks back at the trembling white plume in his hand, at his shaking fingers clenched tightly near the end, and he swallows the thick, heavy feeling in his throat. Quackity had- and he had- and then-

Right.

He forces air into his lungs steadily, counting the seconds off in his head. He’d learned how to stave off panic attacks on his own ages ago, and the knowledge had come to full use in the Vault - the struggle to stay calm seems harder with every passing day, but he can’t exactly risk himself passing out every three seconds when he’s inevitably set off by the smell of blood or a twinge of pain or any of the million other triggers crammed into this tiny box that’s been the source of all of his torment for months. He keeps up the slow, steady breathing for another few minutes, just enough time to pull back the darkness creeping in from the edges of his vision, and looks back down at the blank paper.

It stares back at him, almost judgmental of his hesitancy. You opened me up, it seems to challenge him, why aren’t you writing? The quill still shakes in his hand. He doesn’t know if it’ll ever stop shaking again.

Dear, he begins, almost in defiance, proof that he Is Going To Write Something, thank you very much, he isn’t just going to chicken out and leave it a blank book (like you have before?) but the quill tip digs into the paper as he grinds to a sudden halt, the empty space next to the first word nearly taunting. He feels his mouth dry, heat rising behind his eyes - the book, silent and blank as ever, stays imprinted in his vision even as he squeezes them shut.

Dear, what a stupid, sentimental way to start a letter. He can’t even fool himself into thinking of it as a business venture, turn it into an elaborate plan to escape and address it to either Techno or Wilbur (who would never receive his message anyway), not without admitting his regard for the two edged past his pretense of professional interested and owed favors. He can hardly write it to Ranboo, not without compromising their already fragile alliance (if it even exists, anymore. The enderman hybrid had yet to visit for months - and sure, it was probably for the best, who knows how Quackity would react if he found out about the nature of their relationship, but that didn’t make it sting any less.)

In the back of his minds, name rise from where he’d kept them carefully buried despite his best efforts. Punz. Bad. Puffy. Sapnap. George. He shakes his head, trying to wave away them from his thoughts, but the effort is as fruitless as it has always been - he stares at the first word angrily, like it has betrayed him, and receives no response. The words are messy, shaking, his script overly looping and rounded like a child’s. He hates it, hates how cheery it looks, even on the bloodstained page - it looks like the beginning of a birthday card, or a perhaps a particularly dedicated Halloween party invite. Like he’s some sort of lovesick teen, writing letters to crushes that would never pay him a second glance. He laughed a little, without any real humor - minus the romance, that description isn’t all that far off.

Because- well. His memories might be shot to all hell, but he doubts he’ll ever forget the hatred on Sapnap’s face, a loaded crossbow pointed between his eyes, George’s expression set in disinterested apathy - “George, you can give the word.” Bad’s face, twisted in pity and resignation, voice carefully measured as he looks away and gestures at the cell, “you did do some pretty bad stuff to get put in here though, Dream,” the hidden “you deserve it” that he’d heard, just as clearly behind the words. Punz - “you should’ve paid me more” - jaw set stiffly as people poured through the portal, watching, wordless, as Dream bled out twice on that blackstone floor. Puffy, poorly hidden disgust flickering over her face as she looks away from him being dragged away in chains, sword held steady in her hands. Sapnap, that same fiercely determined expression on his face so familiar that thinking of it aches, even now, “it’s gonna be me, who takes your final life.” Months and months and months and months, alone.

Always, always, alone.

The page makes a quiet, complaining groan under his pen - he looks down to see it torn under the tip of his quill, the word completely unreadable under line after line of black ink scratched over it, each one deeper than the last. He stares blankly at it for a few minutes longer, the brief flash of anger that had seared through his body settling into numbness once more.

To whoever may find this: he scratches the words on the page slowly, keeping his print deliberately blocky and neat. The heavy feeling in his throat returns, stronger than ever, and he ignores it as he pushes on.

He pauses for a moment, wondering what more to write. Apologies? Accusations? He could detail every second that he remembers from Quackity’s visits, describe every inch of pain that had been pulled from his aching lungs, every line etched into his skin. He could apologize for every act of cruelty that had ever been caused by his hands, every bridge he’d ever torched to light the path to a better future. He could explain - everything, every tortured thought that had circled his head for hours on end and every night that had passed without any sleep and every time he’d pushed on without complaint or hesitancy because it would be worth it, even if he was the only one who saw it, it would be worth it because he’d sacrifice too much for it to be anything but. He could- he could, he could write and write until he’d filled every page of every book back and front, and would they even believe him? Would it even matter?

Goodbye, he writes at last. It feels strangely final. (He won’t be leaving this Vault alive. He knows this as surely as he knows that he will leave this world uncared for, unheard. As surely as he knows that he’ll always be alone.) With a quick snap of magic following the signing of his name, the book is preserved, shining slightly with a purple glow as he sets it back down in the chest. He looks around, the cell once again stiflingly quiet without the book to busy him, Dream once again completely alone as he’s been for - well.

(Pandas, eyebrows drawn in uncharacteristic seriousness from the usually painfully spirited eight-year-old, pinkie raised between the two of them, solemnity belied by the gap in his front teeth poking out between his lips.

“We’ll be together forever,” he whispered with the volume control you’d expect from a kid that age, which is to say that it wasn’t much of a whisper at all, but Dream, newly ten years old, remembers being particularly moved by the gesture anyway, moving to hesitantly hook his own pinkie in the other’s.

“And we’ll never be alone ever again,” he’d replied, voice faraway with a disbelieving sort of awe.”

“Never,” Pandas’ voice had been just as firm as his first statement, twisting his wrist to tighten the grip of their linked fingers further. “Best friends for ever and ever, right?”

“For ever and ever.”)

“For ever and ever,” he whispers, eyes fluttering shut as he slumps down against the floor, and only the lava bubbles in reply.

#tw torture #tw abuse #tw violence #tw broken bones #tw injuries #tw mental deterioration #tw isolation #tw panic attack #tw self deprecation #tw trauma #tw memory loss #tw death #tw dark content #tw dark imagery #-> my writing #my writing :D #my asks !!#-> my asks #quill anon !

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