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saintobio · 3 months

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♱ as you like it | sneak peak.

[dare i share one of my favorite lines on this oneshot :’) yes, only a oneshot you guys. it’s a pretty long one, but sy is still the only on-going series i have.]

Your heart, once brimming with devotion, now lay shattered at your feet. All your life, you have loved him. All your happiness and tears, you have devoted to him. You had stood by his side through every trial, every conquest, only to be deemed unworthy of bearing his legacy. The sting of rejection seared your soul, igniting a fierce resolve within your wounded spirit.

With a voice trembling through a mixture of sorrow and defiance, you met his gaze. “Fair enough,” you whispered, your tone laden with a sorrowful resignation. “If it is a concubine thou seek, then so be it. But a divorce, will I not honor. And know this, my lord,” you declared, your voice rising with a newfound strength, “I am the Empress. The only one. There is none within this empire akin to me, for a worthless, lowly concubine shalt not depose this Empress Y/N of Caleum thou wouldst so readily compromise.”

And in that solemn proclamation, you turned away, your stolid mien masking the shattered pieces of your fractured heart.

His countenance remained stoic as he observed your departure, sighing inwardly as you exited his study. Although no longer offering a response, Satoru found himself unable to deny the truth of your words. Nor the power in which you presented them. Your presence lingered in his thoughts, holding sway over him in a manner he could not fathom.

#if the line sounds familiar yes you’re right it’s loosely based from *that* movie #i am at 6k words yet still ot halfway done #but currently at the part where naoya and toji do something very insulting to gojo #and i’m wheezing #bc i live for medieval beef !! LOL #anw before anyone asks no i havent forgotten abt sy and the sukuna fic #i just HAD to write this one bc otherwise i wont stop thinking abt it #and if i cant stop thinking abt it sy and bc will not be updated #so a win-win mayhaps #but no really it’s very self-indulgent gahaha #🖤: saint speaks

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2hoothoots · 5 months

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"Dion! Dioooon!" Mirtala’s voice rang out across the campsite; clear like a bell, pleading like a kitten’s mew, and shrill in the way only the cries of a five-and-a-half-year-old girl could be. Dion winced. Nona had always said, ever since the day Mirtala had been born, that she had ‘a good pair of lungs’. Dion thought that was a nice way of saying that she was loud. She’d been a loud baby, and now she was a loud little girl, who didn’t seem to have realised that she didn’t need to yell all the time. Especially when the person she was trying to talk to was only a few feet away through an open window. He sighed, fixing his own grim expression resolutely in the mirror. “What is it?” Mirtala’s bells jingled, and in his peripheral vision he could see her stretch up to put her little hands on the edge of the dressing-room windowsill. "I have a question," she announced. "Can it wait?" "No! It's important!" "I'm kinda busy here, Tala–" "But it's the importantest!" This was not a battle he was going to win. Dion put down the pot of pomade, and turned to where Mirtala's huge blue eyes were peering up at him through the open window. "Fine," he said. "What do you want?" Mirtala, with some ceremony, tucked her hands behind her back and tipped her head. "Are crabs fishes?"

i've been off work this week, so finished up this long-neglected wip! a couple years before the events of the games, Dion takes Mirtala and Raz to an aquarium.

#psychonauts #my fic #featuring fluff and sibling banter and the vague melancholic energy that dion inevitably brings to a fic #didn't expect this one to go so long (nearly 6k words! wow!!) but i'm very happy with how it turned out #really wanna set aside more time for writing this year #back when i took public transport to work i'd write a lot on my commute #just getting ideas down on my phone #but my current job i drive to. so obviously i can't do that lol #gotta figure out another way i can fit it in

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ingo-ingoing-ingone · 6 months

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Ingo and Emmet are perfectly in sync. They have to be, living as conjoined twins. The Subway Masters of Nimbasa City, the two are happy with their friends and family and trains. Of course, the universe contains chaos and random chance that can affect even the closest of people. The two find themselves in situations that neither would have ever expected, and it will test them both. Through it all, one thing is certain. Family, both blood related and chosen, will never let you be alone. And, no matter the trials, a two-car train will always continue onwards.

Woohoo update time!!

It's a dream chapter. You'll see what I mean :) I got some ideas from my wonderful friends. They're credited in the ending author's notes!

Warnings for injuries, ableism, themes of death, and unreality because, well. Dreams. I'm not gonna tag unreality (because this is just a link, and I know dreams are in a sort of different category!)

Disclaimer linked in first reblog.

#submas #submas angst #pla era #submas conjoined au #tw injury #tw ableism #idk what else to tag lol #this chapter was supposed to be short!#but brain said no.#almost 6k words blast

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kokoch4n3l · 22 days

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uh so... DEAD GIRL'S BEACH final chapter coming out this Friday or Saturday 😃

#Idk how I did it #I'm already 6k words in #it's 60% finished #lol #DEAD GIRL'S BEACH

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yujeong · 5 months

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After much internal suffering, and pestering my poor beta @wretchedamaranth who I love and cherish and who did a phenomenal job at helping me through it, my gift for the secret santa event over at the Kindergarten Mafia server has been posted. Happy belated Holidays @blondeforyou ❤️ I hope you enjoy your gift. PorschePete agenda lives oooooon, baby 🥰

#I can't believe I managed to write 6k words of PorschePete #it feels surreal let me tell you #but when the brainrot hits it hits hard lol #so what can you do?#kinnporche the series #pete phongsakorn saengtham #porsche kittisawasd #porschepete #fanfic writing

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shamera · 6 months

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NaNo day 21

...i took the day off writing yesterday and used my free time to read, whoops. it seems my brain doesn't want to do the writing thing anymore, so i moved back to the time loop story!

short update, but i think i just missed dfs even if he sure didn't miss me and the frustration i like to put him through.

“Here,” Di Feisheng indicated on the map Wuyan brought. “Cross out all the places above. And one more thing.”

Wuyan didn’t dare object, and bowed before he left.

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“Where is everyone?” Fang Duobing asked as they walked through the village. He was peering around, craning his neck around corners as if the townsfolk were merely playing a game that he might win should he find them. It was strange mostly because there were stalls already out, and some food gone cold yet no people to eat or man the area.

On an otherwise brisk but beautiful day, the entire village was silent.

“Who knows?” Di Feisheng offered casually, looking away specifically. He didn’t have to look back to know that Li Lianhua was giving him a suspicious stare, but by the time he glanced back at the others, the physician was already studying one of the empty tables with interest.

Li Lianhua ran a finger down the wooden grain of the table, and then lifted it up to check, rubbing his fingers together.

“There’s ash,” he said with surprise, bringing his hand up to sniff delicately. “Trace amounts, but something was burnt here earlier. Not too long ago. The people might have evacuated thinking there was a fire.”

“Very effective.” Di Feisheng observed.

Li Lianhua gave him another look, but didn’t comment further on the words. “I suppose we’ll have to investigate the area for today and wait until the people come back to ask about the missing travellers.”

“Tomorrow?” Fang Duobing’s voice was dismayed, but he merely scowled as he crossed his arms. “I’d rather take care of it today.”

Li Lianhua flicked his fingers. “There’s no rush.”

They searched through the village with far less hassle this time around, but also coming up with far less clues as to what happened to the travellers.

“Let’s head down this path,” Di Feisheng suggested after the other two refused to rummage through the abandoned homes of the villagers. It meant they hadn’t found key items, but at the same time it meant they weren’t hassled by aggressive strangers.

“Why?” Li Lianhua asked suspiciously from where he was resting next to a lopsided wooden fence. “You’ve been behaving strange all day, A-Fei.”

Luckily, it seemed Fang Duobing was a little too preoccupied poking through a fire pit a little too large and close to the village centre. Di Feisheng had seen the pit enough times to know that it was there normally and therefore not the source of whatever fire Fang Duobing was looking for.

“A hunch,” Di Feisheng responded, and turned to leave, knowing the other two would eventually follow him.

He leads them (suspiciously) to the well and the cavern where the dungeon was, and then (suspiciously) refuses to say how he knew that would be there. For all the times Di Feisheng had quietly attempted to get them to believe that he was repeating the same day over and over, he didn’t want to have that conversation today.

He generally didn’t want to be called upon to explain how the previous iteration of ‘today’ ended. He just wanted to finish searching through the dungeon to see if they could find something particular or strange, and then perhaps take the next several iterations of ‘today’ away from this place.

He wasn’t even looking to end the repeats. There were still things he wanted to accomplish if given the extra time. The distant sense of urgency to find a solution to the repeats from the previous day had already faded, but Di Feisheng’s irritation concerning this village had yet to do so.

“Don’t,” he warned as they searched, “go into the cells. There’s an incendiary trap in there.”

Now it was Fang Duobing frowning at him. “How do you know that?”

Di Feisheng thought for a moment, and then replied, “Ask me this tomorrow.”

They found nothing of use, and when they returned to Lotus Tower for the night, Wuyan reported in the negative and Di Feisheng crossed out another section of the map.

He spent the late evening practising his sword forms, an uneasy feeling building within as he took his frustrations and uncertainty out on the trees surrounding him. Even as the candle light of Lotus Tower was blown out, he stayed out under the moonlight until he fell asleep resting against the roots of a tree.

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Di Feisheng opened his eyes to an unoccupied bed the next day, and frowned. The birds were still chirping, but there was the smell of rice cooking and the distinct sounds of murmuring and footsteps below him.

He wasn’t… he was still staring up at the roof of Lotus Tower, but was it the next day?

He lifted an arm. He was back in his sleep clothes, although he was certain he fell asleep outdoors in full wear the previous night. He brought the sleeve to his arm and sniffed. No. Unless someone managed to wash him of the sweat accumulated from his training last night, it was just another loop.

Yet this time, he overslept.

Judging from the sounds, the two downstairs were trying not to wake him up in a surprisingly thoughtful turn. Di Feisheng moved out of bed slowly, taking stock of his own body as he moved. Nothing seemed amiss, and he certainly wasn’t feeling the exertion from the day previous. He felt as he had each morning for each repeat, and as the bed creaked and his feet hit the floor, he could hear the noises below him change.

After dressing and strapping his sword to his back, Di Feisheng made his way down the stairs to Fang Duobing attempting to not so subtly push Li Lianhua away from the kitchen area with a spatula as he held onto the pan over the flames and Li Lianhua stirring a pot on a burner with a frown.

“A-Fei!” Fang Duobing called out cheerfully as he pushed through the door. “You sure slept in this morning. Just in time for breakfast, though.”

With bowls of watery congee and a plate of stir-fried vegetables, they sat and discussed the disappearances of several travellers in the village they were heading toward. Di Feisheng stayed quiet during their discussion, watching them for cues. Luckily, that was not unusual of him, although they gave him confused glances from time to time.

“We probably could have been on our way already,” Fang Duobing bluffed (they never left this early, not in all the iterations) with a sly smile, leaning over the table. “If someone hadn’t overslept!”

Di Feisheng gave him a flat look and set down his empty bowl.

“I’ll join you tomorrow.” He said. “Something came up today.”

Immediately, Fang Duobing’s smug expression melted into concern instead. It was unfortunate that his emotions were always so clear on his face, as Di Feisheng couldn’t understand how the young man could be a detective when he couldn’t bluff his way out of a wet paper bag.

Li Lianhua, sitting opposite him, merely took the statement in stride.

“Good luck on your endeavours,” the man told him, his bowl still more than half full. Half because he ate so slowly, and half because Fang Duobing kept piling more vegetables into it.

“Wait, wait,” Fang Duobing waved his arms as Di Feisheng stood from the bench, catching their attention. He looked between Li Lianhua and Di Feisheng with concern. “Did something happen? I thought we agreed yesterday to do this together? We spent a week getting here!”

“Something came up,” Di Feisheng repeated, but then amended with a thought, “Go tomorrow. I’ll join you. Do something else today.”

“Like what?” Fang Duobing asked, bewildered.

“There’s a leak in the corner upstairs. Fix that.”

At that, Fang Duobing’s concern slid toward irritation. “Why me? It’s your room, too! You should help!”

“A-Fei,” Li Lianhua interjected smoothly, and Di Feisheng looked down toward him as he set his bowl down to pick up a cup of tea. “You’ll be back tomorrow, then?”

Underneath the cool nonchalance were sharp eyes turned his direction, and Di Feisheng didn’t bother to acknowledge or deny it.

“Or today.” He said, because it was true. Should the day pass over to the next, he would be back. Should it not pass to the next day, then he would wake in Lotus Tower regardless.

He called for Wuyan once he was a good distance away, and when the man appeared, Di Feisheng told him, “Today, I will join the search.”

That day, he directed his people around and up a stream, and that night he slept in an unfamiliar inn at an unfamiliar town, surrounded by those of the Jinyuan Alliance in the adjacent rooms, yet his heart continued to be uneasy over the difference in how he woke that day.

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Di Feisheng wakes in Lotus Tower to the sound of early morning birds chirping and sunlight just starting to peek through the horizon through the blinds of the room. Fang Duobing’s elbow was jabbing him in the side, and the sense of relief he felt was so acute it was nearly a physical sensation.

He goes downstairs in his night clothes and once more stares until Li Lianhua drags himself out of bed with sleepy complaints.

“I have been living this day again and again.” Di Feisheng told him quietly as they waited for the water to boil for tea. “I have found different ways to predict events, and different secrets you have told me to help me in the next repeat, but I don’t believe you need to know any of that to believe me.”

“So you’re not going to tell me if a lightning strike suddenly breaks through the clouds?” Li Lianhua asked, a hand holding his sleeve back as he scooped tea leaves. The gesture was elegant, sure, and Di Feisheng watched as he carefully poured the near boiling water into the teapot, and then lifted the teapot to swirl the liquid around before emptying the first pour into a bowl to be dumped later.

As he refilled the teapot, Di Feisheng responded, “That doesn’t happen. I thought I would need proof for you to believe me, but now I realise you’ve never disbelieved me.”

“You’re not the type to lie,” Li Lianhua said. “Especially not about strange events.”

It was true, but not merely in the sense that Di Feisheng didn’t waste time bothering with petty lies and made up stories. Every single time he revealed the repeat of days, Li Lianhua and Fang Duobing went along with whatever he said. If he claimed he was living the same day over and over and they needed to go elsewhere, then the three of them went elsewhere. If he claimed to know what happened and that they should delay a day, then they delayed a day.

It was a heady feeling, knowing that he could say something and they would go along with it, no matter how strange.

Or perhaps, because of how strange his explanation was.

Li Lianhua directed the second pour into two small teacups, and then set the teapot back down, releasing his sleeve and flicking his wrists to smooth out the cloth, actions so perfunctory he likely never noticed just how fussy he looked.

Di Feisheng smiled at the action, picking up a teacup to savour the warmth and smell of it.

Li Lianhua narrowed his eyes. “What?”

“Nothing.” Di Feisheng told him, still smiling. He imitated Li Lianhua’s movement to draw attention to the superfluousness of it. It looked even more ridiculous when he did it, with his sleeves coiled up under his bracers. “You’re exceptionally vain.”

The other man looked affronted. “Is it vain to keep a clean appearance? I think you’re not using that word correctly, Lao Di.”

Di Feisheng downed the tea in one swallow like wine, savouring the burn on this tongue. It was a warmth that spread down his throat and through his chest, and he savoured it.

Setting the cup back on the table with a click, he said, “Come with me today. We’ll untether the horses and ride out.”

Li Lianhua raised a brow, hands cradling the warmth of his own teacup without drinking it. “You want me to leave my house?”

“We’ll be back tomorrow,” Di Feisheng stated. One way or another, it would be true. We’ll go now.”

“We should wake Xiaobao up if—”

“He’ll find us.” Di Feisheng interjected. He hadn’t planned on keeping their tracks secret, and if Fang Duobing couldn’t find them, then… well, that would be a lesson to the young man to learn better tracking skills. Already, he pushed himself up from the bench and reached out a hand. “Another thing to teach that disciple of yours.”

Li Lianhua gave him a strange look at the extended hand, but then allowed Di Feisheng to pull him up off the seat.

Di Feisheng was smiling again, with the cool, calloused hand within his own.

Li Lianhua sighed. “At least let me leave a message before he accuses us of leaving him behind again.”

#NaNoWriMo #mlc nano 2023 #less than 6k words left before i cross the finish line #I'll try to go as far as I can beyond that of course #but everything's growing busy end of November so we'll see #also I kinda wanna sit and vege watching shows for a while lol #but i also want to at least finish THIS story #the time loop one wasn't even supposed to be long!!

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hels-ren · 11 months

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Excerpt from chapter 6 of "The Blood Is Rare, And Sweet As Cherry Wine", a fic written by myself and @jazzyjesse and coming to soon to an AO3 near you. Reblogs appreciated!

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Quackity had planned to leave after that, and he knows that he really should, but not twenty minutes later he finds himself sitting at the kitchen table with Ranboo and the children, coat draped over the back of his chair and a plate of…something placed in front of him. He thinks it might be potatoes, maybe some peppers. It certainly tastes good, whatever it is, spicy and rich and scratching at a place in his brain he’s tried to keep quiet.

He might scare the shit out of Quackity, but he’ll still admit that Techno is a damn good cook.

It’s easy to lose himself to the siren song of conversation and breakfast, sipping idly at his coffee and keeping Techno in his line of sight as he listens to Ranboo describe Tommy and Tubbo’s latest misadventure in homemade rockets, and how that’s the reason there’s a scorched patch in their front garden. And why they’re banned from their third Home Depot.

“They’re gonna start hittin’ Lowe’s next, mark my words,” chimes in Techno, leaning against the countertop, and Quackity snickers at the exasperated look on Ranboo’s face.

“Do not give them ideas.”

Quackity smiles into his mug, tracing the uneven texture that comes with something handpainted. It’s very well done, pale blue and yellow swirls and blotches and what he thinks are little red flowers, or maybe just star shapes. He should ask where they went to paint it, perhaps. The conversation washes over him and turns to background noise, and slowly he feels his shoulders relax, watching with bemusement as Michael and Tilín share a box of crayons and draw on the same piece of paper, bumping shoulders and occasionally being directed by Tallulah.

“Don’t you want to draw too, mija?” Quackity asks, frowning lightly.

Tallulah tilts her head in his direction, but keeps her eyes fixed on the drawing, making a soft humming sound that Quackity takes as dissent.

“Are you happy just telling them what to draw?”

“Mhm.”

#cherry wine au #dsmp #qsmp #qsmp tilín #qsmp tallulah #qsmp quackity #dsmp quackity #dsmp techno #dsmp ranboo #dsmp michael #michael underscore beloved #this chapter is like. 6k words lol #it's a GOOD one though #possibly my favorite so far #at least of the ones i've written

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lightwing-s · 1 year

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it’s official: jason todd x villain!reader is finally coming out tomorrow.

i’m happy with where i got to, but there’s still the possibility of writing more. my original idea was to write more than what i have, but i came to a point where i think the story will be fine if i just stop at where it is.

i also considered adding smut to it, but i’m not sure. perhaps i’ll open a poll to know what you guys think, but it’d also be my first smut, so while i’m confident i could write it, i don’t know how good id be.

so yeah, i’m not posting now because i spent the last four hours writing it and it’s 1am and i woke up pretty early today (yesterday?) and i want to check if everything is okay with the last part that i wrote when feeling sleepy lol.

so have a good night or a good morning and see you tomorrow

ps.: anyone excited for the return of f1 tomorrow?

#im the worst at keeping promises lol #but this time it’s true #im almost at 6k words and i don’t really think this story is really finished #but we’ll see how it goes tomorrow #it’ll be the first thing i do in the morning #bye #jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #jason todd imagine

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marcspectrr · 2 years

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sin descanso

words: 6k

summary: essence is 6k words of jake and marc having much-needed slightly-fatal injuries lead to them finally airing their shit out.

excerpt: '“There were nothin’ wrong with the plans! It was fine until you—” Marc pauses, closing his eyes and bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “You know, last time I checked, guns didn’t leave stab wounds.” Marc vaguely gestures to Jake, a pained expression on his face. “I mean, how’d you even get those, huh? You get them before or after you killed a bunch of innocents?”

Jake glares at the mirror now. “Innocents that would not have hesitated to kill you and your wife.”

Jake says it, low yet calm, fully expecting it to be the last thing he ever said to Marc Spector. He waits for the mirror to morph back into a stranger, to lose this oddly comforting tether to this person he’s made sure to avoid all his life. Prepares to continue hiding, erasing every imprint, leaving nothing more behind than what Marc could not achieve on his own.'

trigger warnings: suicidal thoughts, suicide attempts (mentioned), ptsd, c-ptsd, gun violence, blood and injury, referenced child abuse, slight depersonalization/derealization.

#moon knight #marc spector #jake lockley #moon knight fic #so here it is pls be gentle its my first time w jake #also i have a few hcs regarding how his levels of physical trauma plays into his identity #its only hinted at in here but i might go more in depth with it at a later date if anyones interested #anyway i lied about the 5k and it ended up being 6k #i didnt even check word count until i finished it so that was wild lol

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