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1donoow · 11 months

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CONTENT CREATOR FANFICS REC Pt.1

[Fanfics i've read]

edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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Ranboo

Technoblade

Tommyinnit

Quackity

Dreamxd

Wilbur soot

Jschlatt

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@mcyt-peach - getting attention from author!reader

- playing fnaf security breach with them

- late night shopping

@peacheskimi - headcannon

@mothra-mcyt - reacting to young reader getting a weirdchamp donos

- reacting to reader sleeping with a stuffed animal

- reaction to reader who loves space and stars

@chippedaxe - demon mcyt hc (demon!mcyt)

@peppermin - favorite cuddle position

@rae-writes - ___ (platonic adult!reader)

- parental smp pt.1 pt.2

@god1ngs - petnames

@dsmpxreaderstuff - affectionate reader

@smol-cherry - dsmp w/ injured s/o

@lvyu - and we're live!

@basilly - lockscreen (feral boys + wilbur)

@the-emptied-brain-contents - how dsmp members would react to finally meeting you in person

@bozowrites - baby meets viewers pt 3

@beewastaken - internet brothers (Cc!benchtrio x younger!reader)

@dreamholic - wiping off their kisses

@satansmanger - kissing them while they're streaming

@akasuki - reacting to their s/o wearing their hoddie

@wrenqueenisboss - Chaos Is Not "Pog" (bench trio x older sibling!reader)

@kzuhasluvr - Tubbo + Tommyinnit with a skilled game developer sibling

@1sapnapsimp - walking in while their streaming/recording a video (platonic!bench trio)

@applekoshi - you are so gorgeous (cc! benchtrio)

@dsmpxreaderstuff - Reader losing/breaking their glasses

@crystalcow - oh sister of mine

@fandomlit - flirting 101

@etheriaaly - surprise, surprise

@wrenqueenisboss - bee hybrid!reader(3/4)

@beeindaclouds - C!DSMP reacting to Butterfly Hybrid! Reader

- Crew Boys with a Reader who has tics

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Ranboo

@ohlovejoy - falling asleep on them

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Technoblade

@isadora-larkspur - standing infront of them protectively

@milqueandsugar - your tea is ready (peonix!reader)

@sunniewrites - blooming season (flower shop au!)

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Tommyinnit

@isadora-larkspur - touch starved

- dating tommy would include

@livelle - hc and blurbs

- headcannon (c!tommy x filipino!reader)

- the greatest protector

@mcyt-peach - troublemaker takeover(sister!reader)

- speaking of the sister(sister!reader)

@for-memories-sacrifice - big man best brother(sister!reader)

- Being Tommy’s Sibling

@tapesfrom1980 - sisterinnit

@ze-maki-nin - Tommy dating an Artist! Reader

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Quackity

@mcyt-peach - knitting with quackity on stream

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Dreamxd

@god1ngs - headcannon (deity!reader)

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Wilbur soot

@lyssys - comparing hands with Wilbur

- wilbur revealing your relationship to people

@sabbaticalmain - streaming w/ clingy wilbur

@staticwritesalot - Dating Wilbur soot

@for-memories-sacrifice - Being Wilbur’s Sibling

- needy

@simpoot - knitted jumper

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Jschlatt

@mcyt-peach - flirting with schlatt

^ - being on chuckle sandwich as schlatt's s/o

#masterlist #content creator rec #ranboo x reader #technoblade x reader #tommyinnit x reader #quackity x reader #dreamxd x reader #wilbur soot x reader #schlatt x reader #dreamsmp x reader

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angstyx · 1 year

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Hi, if possible, i would love a Karl Jacobs or Wilbur Soot imagine (you can decide which one you want to write more) where Karl or Wilbur is reader's brother's best friend.

Oh no, he's cute

CC!Wilbur Soot x Reader

Word Count: 310+ words

Summary: You find out that your brother's best friend is kinda cute... and that you may have a crush on him… oops?

TW: cursing, shouting

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

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"And here's my room! [Name]'s room is across from mine but they usually never come out as far as I know," your brother jokes, right as you open the door to go downstairs.

Your brother and the guy next to him turn to look at you. You're about to turn around and go back inside your room to prevent any social interaction but your brother had other ideas. Damn him.

"Look who finally decided to leave their room. [Name], meet my best friend, Wilbur. Wilbur, meet my sibling, [name]." You internally grown and turn around to face the two. Before you could flip your brother off, his friend flashes you a big, friendly smile and nervously waves at you. "Hey," he says awkwardly. Your heart skips a beat and your eyes widen.

Oh shit, he's cute. Too cute.

Literally, shut up [name]! He's your brother's best friend! Though that doesn't really matt-

You quickly cut off your thoughts and give Wilbur a nervous smile back. "Hey..." Your brother gives you a knowing look but you ignore him. Hopefully, Wilbur doesn't think you look messy in your pjs.

Since when did you care about what your brother's friends think about you [name]? Since the moment you met this one. If someone took a look at your mind at that moment, they would've thought you were weird for arguing with yourself.

Before your brother could say anything more, you quickly turn around and walk back into your room, immediately shutting the door. You flop onto your bed and groan.

Shit, were those butterflies in your stomach? You quickly bring your hands to cup your face. Its warm. No way you like Wilbur when you literally just met him. Like, literally just minutes ago. Though he is kinda cute. Damn it, you were gonna think about this for the rest of the week, weren't you?

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Taglist: @thenotsohottopic @0-0littlem0-0 @bi-narystars @707xn @sakurapartridge @ryxjxnnx @boiciph3r @maxiewritesfanfic @nightwalkercrescent @missusstark @multifandomgirl-us @sophia902103 @sunnyxlove @marrymetheonott @voidgonemissing @alec-lost-bee @ttakinou @izuruus @chaoticotaku @joyfullymulti @oh-mcyt @sxltedcxramel @dawnfallx @blushingduckling @blueberrystigma @youngstarfishdinosaur @poookii @beepbopbee @sirsleeps @dazedgxth @wrenqueenisboss @saturnhas82moons @itsonlydana @bluvclouds @comonlokbut2 @lacunaanonymoused @toodeepintofandoms @luluwinchester @pixviepie @buckyswhxre @jadecameron69420 @isaac-foster-my-beloved @sarahwasfound @dukina @arcanine-doves @auralol

Send in a ask or dm me to be added! | bolded means you either changed your url or your settings makes it so I cant tag you

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ze-maki-nin · 2 years

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Is meeeeeeeee

Picrew Link

Tag[s]; @icarusthefoolish @sardonic-the-writer @slimeballhere @l-lyssamania @wrenqueenisboss and anyone else :D

#picrew #picrew link

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cloudslostlibrary · 2 years

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A new page has been found !

Book Title: Hold Me?

Characters: CC! Wilbur Soot, Reader

Genre: Comfort

Summary: You’ve been upset all day so Wilbur comes home to comfort you.

TWs: Crying, general upset

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Your sniffling echoed through the house, only making you want to cry more. It felt like everything was going wrong in your life and you were in your house alone, left with your thoughts to think about it all. After hours of crying you were sitting in your bedroom on the cold floor. You were curled up into a ball trying to keep your tears from further staining your flushed face.

‘Click.’ The front door of your house faintly unlocked and shut in the distance.

You would normally notice this immediately but today you were too distressed to even begin to notice the British man wandering silently through your house.

“Y/n?” Wilbur worriedly called out, finally gaining your attention.

“Wait, Wilbur?” You stood up off the ground where you sat curled up and peaked your head out your bedroom door.

Wilbur’s face was framed with pity. Your lip started quivering as the feelings came back much more intense than before.

“Wilbur!” You ran into his arms and immediately broke into a sob, your legs giving out causing the two of you to fall to the floor.

“Oh my, what happened?? Y/n are you alright?” Wilbur scanned your body in his embrace to make sure you weren’t physically hurt.

“I-“ you spoke in between broken sobs, “don’t want to talk about it. Please… Could you just hold me for a while?”

“Of course, we can stay here as long as you need dear.” Wilbur adjusted to further wrap his arms around you, resting his head on yours.

“Thank you, Wilbur.” You choked out.

Eventually your sobs happened less and less and the tears stopped falling. Besides your breath skipping every now and again, you sounded fine. Wilbur looked down at you and realized you fell asleep. The exhaustion from crying put you right to sleep in the comfort of his embrace.

Wilbur turned his head and placed a kiss on your temple, “sleep well darling.”

Taglist:

@graymoon2 @allywritesforfun @wrenqueenisboss @graymoonspam @bi-narystars @toodeepintofandoms

#wilbur soot #wilbur #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #x reader #wilbur soot oneshot #wilbur oneshot #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur imagine #mcyt #mcyt x reader #dsmp #dsmp x reader #angst #fluff #cloud writes #clouds library books

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lady-wren-of-tella · 1 year

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Welcome to my notebook! Have fun flipping through these pages of chaos. I'll be talking a lot about writing and personal interests :)

old blog @wrenqueenisboss old alt @wr3n-writes

she/her minor

#ladywrenoftella

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icarusthefoolish · 2 years

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Ok i think i decided what I'm gonna do for the days leading up to my 1 year anniversary on here.

I'm gonna write small story's for my mutuals with us meeting up or something along those lines, at least for those comfortable with it.

Tagging: @nightmarefox15 @sunniewrites @sardonic-the-writer @luvrgutz @sundrop-tetsu @rainxox0 @wilczachannn @wrenqueenisboss @0yuioy0 @itsonlydana @eighthwvnder (anyone else who wants one just dm me, this is basically just to make sure y'all are alright with that)

#aiko talks #aikos shit posts #icarus's moots

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junebug-isunavailable · 2 years

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Sorting Mutuals into Corresponding Emojis :D

The title says everything. I give three emojis that represent you (face, food/beverage, and other). Let's get to it (also i think some might not be mutuals but i don't give two flying fucks).

@junebug-isunavailable - 🙃,🌰,🪲 @rainxox0 - 😛,🥃,🧨 @aleenapallaz - 🥰,🥮,🔥 @eli-is-typing - 😊,🍡,🧶 @nekoprincemax - 😒,🏳️‍🌈,🔪 @maplecrumbs - 😶,🥞,💤

@cr3scentm0on - 🤭,🥐,🌙 @lux-haven - 😘,🍧,🎀 @foxannethemuffin - 🤗,🍓,🎨 @blog-on-a-log - 😈,🥩,🩸 @van1-bz - 😧,🍰,🪄 @wrenqueenisboss - 🤩,🎂,🖋️ @graymoon2 - 🤔,☕,🐺 @wimbledonsoot - 🥳,🍄,💌 @icarusthefoolish - 😮,🍫,🌹 @nightmarefox15 - 😵‍💫,🥕,🍁

#emoji #mutuals #mutual #mutual association #mutual pog #people #lots of fucking emojis #this took longer than me coming out of the womb #don't ask

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graymoon2-archive · 2 years

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i have like no time but hello everyone, i miss you dearly and love you sm

gonna tag a few old friends who's user's i remember

@wrenqueenisboss @nightmarefox15 @cloudslostlibrary @pixviepie

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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why do i feel like this is how it would go?

Like if we all knew each other irl and shit

living in the same neighborhood or something

Emery: Ryker kissed me! Orion: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Emery: It was unbelievable! Orion: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Sardonic: Okay, we wanna hear everything. Orion, get the wine and unplug the phone. Emery, does this end well or do we need tissues? Emery: Oh, it ended very well. Orion: Do not start without me! Do not start without me! Sardonic: Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing? Emery: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it. Sardonic: Ohh... So, okay, were they holding you? Or were their hands on your back? Emery: First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair. Orion and Sardonic: Ohhh. *meanwhile* Ryker eating pizza in their house: And, uh, and then I kissed them. Lyss: Tongue? Ryker: Yeah. Wren: Cool.

@icarusthefoolish @a-astrophelic @wrenqueenisboss @lyssys

BFBSNFJSJJG

So true so true

#sardonics moots #special friends #mare bear <3

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wrenqueenisboss · 1 year

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Chapter 20: Ivy Raloren

this is the last chapter of the first novel in my book series The Tortured Side of the Sword.

I hope you enjoy <3

tw// intense angst, lots of grief, tiny bit of body horror it's rough, guys

Brielle takes care of her. Somehow, while managing her own astronomical grief, Brielle manages to keep her alive. She gently drags Ivy out of bed, tells her to shower, and makes sure she eats enough.

Ivy couldn’t be more grateful, but it makes her feel guilty.

She picks aimlessly at her plate, tines of the fork just rearranging the food. It’s mindless, an intentionally wasteful use of time. It’s all she can bear to do when the idea of eating makes her stomach roil.

The rest of the dining hall is muted, conversation drowned by everyone’s sadness. The beginnings of silence are tense, strained, like someone dancing on the precipice of crying.

“I don’t need you to take care of me anymore,” Ivy blurts out.

She winces, hating how strong the words sound.

Brielle flinches too.

“I-”

“What I meant was,” Ivy rushes to correct herself, dropping her fork onto her relatively untouched plate, “I shouldn’t be what you’re focusing on right now.” She swallows, trying to clear her throat.

Brielle leans forward, elbows coming to rest on one of the many long tables in the dining hall. She bites the inside of her cheek, contemplative, careful, cautious as she chooses her next words delicately.

“Ivy,” she starts, voice already cracking, “you know that I thought of you and the twins like my children. It’s really, really hard not having them here– it’s hard with my husband and son so far away.” The woman has to clear her throat. “But I’m not going to lose you too.”

She smiles sadly, slowly reaching out a hand to cover Ivy’s.

“You’re slipping into self-destructive habits and there’s no way on Tella that I’m just going to let you go like that.”

Brielle’s eyes flash.

Ivy’s water.

“It’s okay to cry,” the woman across from her says, tender as always. “I’m here. It’s going to be alright. We’re going to get through it.”

Tears beginning to pool in the inner corners of her eyes, Ivy looks to the side, trying to make sure no one is watching her. Of course, everyone is absorbed in their own meals and muted conversation.

The floodgates open.

Ivy’s vision swims, blurred by liquid grief as her shoulders shake.

Brielle stands up and walks around the end of the table to the girl’s side. “Do you want to go somewhere else, darling?”

Her heart cracks.

Ivy nods, and she’s led away. Gentle hands steer her out of the dining hall and down the many long hallways in the estate. Warm-colored wood tries to comfort her, but all Ivy can think about is racing up and down these very same corridors with her friends.

They’re not coming back, she reminds herself, trying to stop the onslaught of memories that only serve to hurt. They’re not coming back and there’s no use in believing anything else.

Eventually, Brielle opens a door, leading both of them inside before she shuts it again.

Ivy drops down like a stone onto the couch she’s nudged towards, barely registering that they’re in one of the drawing rooms. She lets herself sink into the plush cushions, body melting into the corner.

Brielle sits down right next to her, arm outstretched in an invitation.

Ivy sighs and falls into her embrace, their sides pressed together as Ivy tucks her head into the crook of Brielle’s neck.

The woman brushes aside Ivy’s red hair, pulling her closer.

“Do you want to talk right now,” Brielle asks, carefully breaking the silence, “or do you just want to stay like this in silence for a bit?”

Ivy considers both options.

Her teary eyes fall shut as her muscles start to relax.

“Can you talk?” Her voice sounds broken. “I don’t want silence.”

From her spot tucked into the woman’s side, Ivy feels Brielle nod, feels her chest rise and fall with every breath. It’s calming, grounding.

There’s a second of suspenseful silence.

“In the weeks right after we took you three in, you were all really skittish,” Brielle begins, every syllable spoken softly and Ivy smiles at the memory. “Claire and I were scared you’d never open up.”

She combs a hand through Ivy’s hair, fingers grazing Ivy’s scalp.

Brielle continues her story and Ivy listens, lets the memories heal her heart.

“Your hesitation made perfect sense, of course, given the way you all grew up. Still, we were worried you’d never be able to call this place home,” the woman admits, still slowly running her hands through Ivy’s dark orange locks. “It took a bit, but you three fit perfectly into our massive family.”

Ivy smiles, knows the other is doing the same.

“Do you remember Theo?” Brielle asks, pausing her ministrations as she waits for an answer. When Ivy nods, she starts again. “Well, how could you not?” she laughs. “You were so sad when he left,” the woman whispers. “You cried for days.”

“We were together,” Ivy mutters. “Of course I was sad when he left.”

Brielle hums. “The point I’m trying to make is that even when you lose people you really, really loved, you can move on. You’re going to get through this– we all are.”

Ivy scowls. “I don’t think I ever really loved Theo, but there’s no doubt about whether or not I love my friends.”

The tears start pooling again and she doesn’t bother trying to wipe them away.

Brielle’s hold on her tightens. The woman presses a gentle kiss to the crown of her head.

“I’m sorry, darling,” she whispers into her hair. “I’m so, so sorry.”

Ivy trembles, bottom lip quivering as she tries not to cry. But with every circle Brielle rubs into her back, her resolve breaks more and more.

She cries, can’t help it.

Gods, Ivy thinks as she sobs into Brielle’s shirt, I’ve done this too much recently.

A dumb question, born out of heartbreak and grief, waits on her tongue. It’s been there, waiting, for three days now.

Brielle notices, whispering a quiet encouragement.

Ivy draws in a stuttering breath, trying to gather herself enough to ask. “Are you–” her voice breaks. “Are you sure they’re never coming back?”

She sobs harder at the punched out sound of Brielle’s heavy exhale.

“Yeah,” the woman whispers, and it sounds like she hates her own words. “Someone saw it happen.” She twirls a lock of Ivy’s hair around her finger, lets the gentle waves of auburn curl around her finger.

Ivy cries harder.

The sobs echo in her empty heart.

Normally, Lilith and Derryn would hold her close when her eyes make riverbeds out of her cheeks. Normally, they’d trace the threadlines on her shirt. They’re not here, though– haven’t been in a few days.

Their absence will forever be unfamiliar, Ivy knows.

I miss you, sounds lame, pales in comparison to the gaping hole their deaths have left behind. Ivy says it in her head again, I miss you.

One more time, hoping Siles passes it on.

I miss you.

Brielle holds her together and it only makes Ivy feel worse, knowing she’s making a broken woman keep yet another soul’s fragments from shattering into smithereens too small to recover.

Ivy tries to wriggle out of the woman’s hold, tries to stop the tears and put enough air into her lungs to sit up and move away.

You’re hurt too! she wants to scream, would carve it into Brielle’s skin if that would work.

Brielle doesn’t let her go.

Ivy’s sobbing turns ugly as she thrashes, chest heaving as her lungs empty, can’t get filled again. The lack of air is dizzying, disorienting and she only fights more, head whipping around so hard something in her neck starts to hurt.

She fights and fights and fights, trying to throw off the strong arms around her.

They tighten, squeeze even more air from her lungs.

Ivy gets ready to scream.

A hand covers the crown of her head, practically pets her hair and someone whispers reassurances in her ear.

Brielle.

“Shhh,” the wonderful woman coos, holding Ivy even tighter and bringing her onto her lapas her wild attempts at escape become weak shoves. “Ivy, Ivy, Ivy.”

Ivy stops fighting her, falls limp and just whimpers.

Brielle shushes her again and Ivy finally hears how her voice cracks.

They sit in silence, two people picking pieces of themselves from a sea of glass shards. Every attempt at recovery only hurts them more.

“I’m sorry,” Ivy says, throat raw from all of the crying. “That was unfair.”

The silence remains and she fears she’s lost another someone.

Brielle stays and Ivy doesn’t feel as lonely.

“This is gonna hurt for a long time, kiddo,” the woman says, heavy acceptance weighing down her shoulders and her words. “Trying to handle everything on your own is a suicide mission. Let me help you.”

Ivy trembles, exhausted and vulnerable. “What about you? You loved them too.”

Brielle sighs and Ivy feels the exhale on the top of her head. “I did.”

“Focus on yourself,” Ivy tries to argue. “You’re hurting.”

“Everyone’s hurting right now, baby,” Brielle counters swiftly, kindly. “Khal won’t leave his room and Nico won’t leave Clover’s bedside.” She runs her fingers through the girl’s hair again, finding comfort in the repetitive motions.

“I know how your heart works, Ivy, and leaving you alone is dangerous.”

Ivy looks down at her hands, watches her fingers shake as she realizes what the woman means. I don’t think I’d get that low.

Something in the back corner of her mind disagrees.

She screws her eyes shut tightly, banishing the evil thought.

“To be honest,” Brielle starts, “making sure you’re okay keeps me going. I’m being a little selfish, staying with you instead of doing anything else that’s required of me.” She kisses Ivy’s forehead, spills all her love into the gentle press of lips to skin. “You’re helping me right now, love.”

Ivy lets herself smile, lets herself get baited into the easy reassurance.

“What’d you do without me?” she tries to joke, wiping away leftover tears.

Brielle kisses her head again. “I don’t want to have to figure that out.”

Both of them let the silence hang for a few moments, let it soothe and heal wounds that will always leave ugly scars.

Lilith and Derryn won’t leave Ivy alone. She feels obsessive, maladaptive with the way she can’t stop thinking of them.

“They’re parents won’t know,” she whispers, burying her face in the crook of Brielle’s neck. “All the way in Lazia– there’s no way to tell them.”

Brielle sighs, hand coming to rest on Ivy’s shoulder. Her fingers twitch, creating little folds in the dark-green fabric. “They haven’t known anything about their children for years.”

Grief makes you vicious.

Ivy doesn’t stop to think about her words.

“What if Julien was dead and you didn’t know?”

Grief also makes you mean.

Brielle shoves Ivy to the floor, getting up from the couch as her gray eyes blaze. “Don’t you dare bring my family into this!” She hisses, features twisting as she jabs an angry finger in Ivy’s direction. “My son is perfectly fine.”

Ivy lifts her head up from where she fell, guilt pooling in place of her tears.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers, all but begging for forgiveness.

Brielle shakes her head firmly, not meeting the girl’s eyes. “No,” she answers and there’s not even a ghost of her gentle nature left behind. “You were right, Ivy. You are being unfair. I tried to help you, and you just turned around and said–” she cuts herself off.

Maybe overwhelming emotion is to blame, instead.

“Everyone is hurting right now. Amia is missing, so Khal’s losing it, Nico’s afraid Clover’s not going to make it through the night, Lilith and Derryn aren’t coming back, Claire’s worried all of this was for nothing and I have to tolerate your miserable presence because I’m terrified you’re going to kill yourself!”

We’re all falling apart.

Brielle’s eyes are blown wide, brows furrowed and her whole body rises and falls with each heavy breath she takes.

Ivy blinks.

“I’m not going to do that,” she tries.

“I don’t believe you,” Brielle shoots back, monotonous and sad as she turns away, making her way towards the door. Hand hovering above the doorknob, she speaks.

“Later today, there’s going to be a Mourning Ceremony for everyone we’ve lost, if you want to make it.” She chances a look over her shoulder, and Ivy feels like crying again when the hinges creak as they’re moved.

Brielle’s already half out the door. “If I don’t see you at dinner, I’m assuming the worst.”

Ivy just falls back onto the floor, a dull thunk echoing through the room when the back of her skull connects with the thin rug beneath her.

She stares at the ceiling.

Her heart stays empty, cracks already splitting the fragile thing.

The dark whorls in the wood up above distract her, even as the sounds from outside float through the walls.

Ivy stays there on the floor.

Time passes.

She couldn’t tell you if it was seconds, minutes, days, or years.

Eventually, she hears people sing, sitting up slightly and walking to the door to open it. It’s difficult to take those ten steps with limbs that feel like they’ve been casted in concrete and a body that’s fragility could rival that of glass.

Ivy recognizes the melody of a classic mourning ballad and realizes hours have passed.

She sits down in the hallway, leaning against the wall as she lets the tune and harmonies of beautiful grief soothe everything angry inside of her.

She doesn’t feel like dragging herself up to join them in the dining hall.

I’ll mourn you from here, Ivy promises her friends.

She closes her eyes, head falling back against the wall.

Ivy hums along.

The End

#wr3n:: writes #wr3n writes #wrenqueenisboss

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foxannethemuffin · 2 years

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I made a drawing of @wrenqueenisboss 's oc Zira!! I hope you like it Wren! Also go check out Wren's wonderful writing y'all! :D

#art #artwork #traditional art #Foxanne draws #wrenqueenisboss #A drawing for a friend #I'm happy of this drawing #I think it turned out well!#:D #don’t steal my art

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angstyx · 2 years

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Ah ok I didn’t know!

What about streaming with the SBI?

Sorry I’m Nights friend Toby!

It nice to meet you!

-Toby

Streaming W/ The SBI HCs!

TW: cursing, random stuff (i kinda just went off with random ideas), messy writing

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

Note: another fic? wow wow

This is kinda messy sorry

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it'll be total chaos

and i mean total

i mean you probably could already guess what'll happen right?

tommy and wilbur would be arguing with each other over some dumb shit (probably over the game you guys were playing)

phil would be trying to calm them down but give up after a mere 5-10 minutes and just decide to chill with his chat and you instead

you would probably just be either try to calm the two down as well or just laugh your ass off at them while calling them dumbasses

would you be wrong tho? exactly

and techno? yeah who knows what he'll be doing

someone's stream would crash at least once or twice or maybe more than that

i bet 10 bucks itll be wilbur's cause i bet he'll knock or unplug something

but if it was a irl stream you guys were doing? then oh boy

buckle up cause itll be even worse than if you guys were playing a game

the stream would be named "chill irl stream w/ sbi" but once someone clicks on the stream they'll be met with screaming and cursing

again, the stream would definitely crash once or twice and itll be lagging most half of the time

maybe during the stream you guys would just be walking around places but still even if you guys were doing that tommy would find out a way to make it entertaining

maybe he'll publically embarrass himself or something close to that honestly

yeah maybe a irl stream wouldnt be a good idea

lets just stick to gaming streams cause tho itll still be chaotic, itll be less chaotic

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ze-maki-nin · 1 year

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Im not going to be able to be on for long like 5 min cause mother put that screen time on my phone and I’ve got 5min for tumblr and an hour for everything else :/

this wasn’t on before and I’m honestly pissed about it

srry in advance :(

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cloudslostlibrary · 2 years

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A new book has been found !

Book Title: It’s a Surprise!!

Characters: CC! Georgenotfound, Reader

Genre: Fluff

Prompt: “I have to be dreaming…” “oh, shut up…” “You actually made breakfast for once?”

TWs: Food

Author’s Note: Prompt is from @novelbear go check her out!!

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“I have to be dreaming…” You muttered as you slowly walked out of your bedroom to see your boyfriend in the kitchen.

“Oh shut up Y/n.” He responded, rolling his eyes as he plated some of the food he was cooking.

“You actually made breakfast for once? What’s the occasion?” You pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, staring in awe at George.

“You know there doesn’t have to be an occasion for me to cook you breakfast, maybe I just did it because I love you.”

“Mhm I’m sure, what’s the occasion?” You repeated.

George brought a plate over to where you sat at the table and set it down in front of you.

“I’ve got a little surprise for today.” George revealed bringing his own plate to the table and joining you.

“There it is,” you laughed, “what’s the surprise?”

“Do you not know how surprises work Y/n?? I can’t TELL you!”

“Fair enough.”

You finished your breakfast together and George told you the plans he had for the day.

“First we’re going to go to the mall for a few hours and then we’re going to go eat at…” he rambled on for a bit, excited to explain his plans, “and finally we’ll come back here and watch (your favorite movie) together.”

“Aww that sounds cute.”

…

After getting home from your long day you stumbled back into your shared apartment and set your many bags down on the floor.

George walked straight to the kitchen, pulled something out of his pocket and set it down. A little box laid on the table where you ate breakfast earlier.

Intrigued, you walked towards him, “I don’t remember buying that, what is it?” You asked.

George walked in front of you, grabbing the small box and getting down on one knee.

“George-“ you started, clasping your hands over your mouth.

“Y/n,” George smiled as he popped the box open. “We’ve been together for so long now, I can’t imagine a life where I wake up and you’re not lying there next to me. There is no person I’d rather love than you, so please, let me love you for the rest of my life and marry me.”

You smiled brightly as you looked down at George, “Of course I will, yes!”

George stood up and slid the ring on your finger, grabbing your face and kissing you.

“Who knows you were going to propose today??” You asked.

“Well, about that...” George chuckled as he walked over to the guest bedroom and opened the door abruptly, causing Wilbur, Jack, Niki, and a few other friends to stumble out.

“AYYY Y/N SAID YES!!” Tommy and Tubbo exclaimed, hopping around your apartment and almost knocking George over when they bumped into him.

“It was quite dark in there, you know?” Jack joked.

“Would’ve been really awkward if you’d said no.” Wilbur mentioned, laughing to you as he walked over to congratulate George.

“Congratulations!!” Niki exclaimed, hugging you tightly.

“How long have you guys been in there??”

“AGES. I could feel my bones growing old!” Tommy slouched over.

“Tommy quit being dramatic, it was five minutes at most.” Wilbur reassured you, as he leaned in for a quick congratulatory hug.

The small group all hung around for a bit to talk before leaving you and George sitting on the couch, alone again.

“Today was lovely, that was so unexpected,” you added. “You did a great job.”

“Thank you my love,” George placed a soft kiss on your lips, “I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

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