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Haha, this is fun:
Air (and the sequels): Because a massive ton of research went into my first ever hard sci-fi fic. That thing had so many comments on the original platform, too, but it no longer exists, which makes me a bit sad. (Star Trek, K/S)
Avenge the Living, Heal the Dead: Because I'm really, really proud of this one. There will be a sequel, too. (TGCF, Beefleaf and Hualian)
Counting Blurry Stars: Because it has what must be the most wholesome pair of greenflasgs in history. (Yuri!!! on Ice - it's marked incomplete, but I thought it was finished at the stage it's currently at, haha.)
Dye Their Flowers With My Blood: Because it's the fic my younger self would have loved: A redemption story for at least one of a group of villains. (Inuysha, but a Shichinintai fic.)
Tug-o-War: Because it took me ages and the thing fought back, but I love what it became. (Witcher x Chronicles of the Raven; several rare-pairs: Hirad/Ilkar, Thraun/Will [which I'll tell everyone who listens is canon], and Regis/Shani, which blindsided me a bit.)
“ now father your living in the 14th century”
Independent canon divergent Prince Philip from the story briar rose/ the sleeping beauty with an original backstory
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Fabled by Emmie
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❝Not a goddess’s chosen but a goddess’s cursed ❞
An Indie & non-selective portrayal of Princess Zelda from Breath of the Wild & multiple pieces of Zelda lore. Multiship & Multiverse friendly.
A study in. Fear of failure, heavy destinies and a role that doesn’t feel like it quite fits
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Mun is 28
First and final. (jaylos angst)
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rating: teen and up
warning: major character death, no happy ending
summary: Jay struggling in the aftermath of Carlos's death
first and final. - Chapter 1 - viarcham - Descendants (Disney Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
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(full work below)
It had never meant to end like this. As Jay stared down at the polished coffin, all he could think was that it wasn't meant to end like this. Not at 19, due to what the doctor had clinically lectured was ‘a sudden spike of abnormal electrical activity in the patient's brain.’ No matter how many times they would explain it to Jay, it would never make sense.
They had made it, away from the Isle: made it over countless miles, a fathomless sea and an impenetrable barrier, ran so far it no longer loomed over them like a death knell.
Jay had always thought that of the four of them, he would cross the final divide first; in his quietest moments, he had entertained childish fantasies of martyring himself in their pursuit of greatness-maybe his still warm corpse languished on the ground, the only thing that had stopped the bullet from driving into his allies’ side. Maybe Mal would declare him her greatest knight, while Evie mercifully drove the blade into his carotids, Carlos’s last desperate kiss bruising Jay’s lips, as Jay let himself sink into the welcoming grasp of oblivion.
Mal hadn't been able to stomach the funeral. Evie had scrubbed furiously at her shining eyes, then swiftly disappeared, her mascara and facade already replaced so perfectly that no outward sign of grief remained.
Jay didn't blame them.
Everyone had already left.
Despite the flood of remembrance cards that taunted Jay from his doorstop, there had been few attending the funeral. The weather had been too pleasant for the occasion, and Jay had watched as the beaming sun lowered and the mourners drifted away. Now, he was the only alive soul remaining. He hadn't been able to leave.
It was too mimetic of the way the world would keep on spinning without Carlos. The world would keep on spinning, and the boy Jay had once been intertwined with would keep on being 19, as time tore them further apart, and soon Jay would be 21, 22, 35, still reeling from the absence of his first ally, his first friend, his first love...his first and final everything, until Carlos was just a wispy shadow of a faint memory, fainter and fainter as time roared on, the ghost that jay knew would always haunt him.
Soon the boy would be nothing more than a tragic footnote in the history of Aurodan. Forgotten. Earlier that morning, Jay had opened his front door to yet another remembrance card. Gaudy saccharine kittens in bows danced along the card edge. It sickened Jay. Inside, it was stuffed with feeble, cloying blandishments that said ultimately nothing but left him even more numb.
Then it referenced ‘the three original Vks’ and Jay had promptly puked. What little breakfast he had kept down splattered all over the card and his front doorstep. Brownish orange. Dimly, as he continued to stand there, helpless, Jay had thought that Carlos would have detested its colour.
The same nausea clawed at his throat now as his eyes bored into the lacquered pine.
The funeral itself had been quiet: the shocked, detached, pall-like kind of silence that clung to its mourners. Jay hadn't been able to stop himself thinking that if Diego wasn't still trapped on the isle, maybe there would at least be a semblance of humanity. Even just a dirge. Anything to acknowledge the gaping hole left.
The coffin wood was cold and smooth and impersonal underneath Jay’s fingers. A flimsy shield.
Jay been able to shield him from gunfights, bullies- heck even Carlos’s own psycho of a mother- but had been passively unaware of that tiny, almost insubstantial electrical signal. Maybe if they had been together, Jay would have noticed something. Anything. Maybe was better than that cold certainty of a corpse.
Over a decade ago, he had pledged everything he was to give Carlos protection. Their splattered blood embodying the oath with a purposeful weight, the knife grip too oversized for younger Jay’s grasping fingers. Carlos’s small grin had electrified him. Jay then had known he would give his life to see it again. He still would now...more than anything. The corners of his mouth were involuntarily tugged up, but it didn't reach his glassy eyes.
All of Jay’s protection was rendered useless in the end.
Just another moment.
Just a bit longer.
If he stayed, he could force the world to mourn for another moment. Jay wouldn't have to face the blistering apathy of this world as his own universe laid, unresponsive and unreachable, inside the casket. Jay let his emotions fracture and engulf him in a suffocating chasm of grief.
It wasn't meant to end like this.
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(end of work authors notes: Hi. I went to a funeral this week, and decided the best way to process that was to write a fic that hurts descendants characters (and my beta writer, sorry darling <3) I have not seen rise of red yet so may not be totally canon accurate.
Please feel free to point out any grammatical errors I missed, and constructive criticism is will always be appreciated- and even if its just a keyboard smash or emoji or kudos on ao3 :))
Hey y’all!
I’m absolutely terrible at posting things regularly, so a massive thank you to everyone who’s following me and bearing with my non-existent planning skills. I’ll try to post one a month at least from now on, but no promises cuz uni is crazy like that.
I’ve gotten published in a few places since I last posted, and I’ll link them below! It’s super exciting, and I hope you enjoy the poems.
amaranthine
Indigo
the ghosts in my home still haunt me
(there are also poems in InkMovement’s Edmonton Youth Anthology, Vol I, but they only print in paper so I can’t put the link here)
edit: im a dumbass and forgot to include the link
when they go from this:
Keith tries to keep his elbows tucked to avoid making contact with Lance but it’s increasingly difficult because when Lance talks, he uses his hands as an extension of his mouth....
to this:
Their fingers intertwine, and Lance internally marvels at the feel of Keith’s gloves, the soft worn leather smooth against his palm.
“Is this… is this okay?” Keith’s words almost fade into the night.
look what I made.... :) Feel free to check it out or not, either way shameless self promo.
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This is a semi-selective, crossover friendly, LGBTQ+ friendly roleplay-ask blog for my personal interpretation and depiction of the fictional character Mono from Little Nightmares 2. due to personal reasons regarding my identity this blog will be 18+ and Mono himself will be an adult. Just because Mono will retain his design, albeit more worn out and oldened looking, of the paperbag and his trenchcoat does not make him a minor in this blog specifically.
yes, this does mean you will be allowed to ask adult questions however do not ask anything 'adult' in extreme grotesque detail as I will not be answering those types of questions.
[ CONTENT WARNINGS ] 18+ Blog means potentially 18+ asks (please be mindful of eachother!), Drawings or Descriptions of potentially grotesque gore or a horror element, Potentially strong use of harsh language, Mentions or descriptions of drawn or not drawn Blood or injury, Potential animal death or monster death. <- and Anything else that goes as a Trigger warning for a Horror/Psychological Horror Blog.
[ LORE SET UP FOR THIS BLOG ] Welcome, Little ones… After many Loops and cycles of betrayal, Mono got fed up with it. fueled by an internal irrational fear of being alone and the determination to escape the constant heartbreak and trauma caused from The Pale City as a whole, Mono has found a way to break himself out of the cycle and is now wandering the forest. Mono's abilities are strong, and his emotions only fuel it more however this led to the strange occurrence of.. strange unbodied voices speaking to him? Join him on his lonesome, journey against the horrific world of the Nowhere.. [ WHO'S THE MUN? ] This blog is ran by @crescent-the-lazy-wolfbones and will follow back under that username.
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Ik this is 20 hours ahead of time but I havent seen a single 'no' on the poll about this blog so we're rolling with it.
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This is a UTMV OC/SELF-INSERT ask blog! If you are unconfortable with that, then please scroll :) the two main characters that will be seen here are the OCs of CODE and Puffball. They are currently in a relationship with eachother so there will be no shipping with others for the main two of this blog. However they are OCS. Not entirely sanses, so theres no self shipping going on here.
CODE is owned by my boyfriend, the owner of this blog, and Puffball is owned by me :3 we take no ownership or such for any other aus that may appear and/or drawn on this blog, since other aus will appear from time to time!
Asks will be awnsered by drawings by my boyfriend, thus meaning asks may take alittle more time to be awnsered, since every ask will get a drawing response!
Puffball and CODE will almost entirely always be seen lounging in the white void of ERRORs, therefore ERROR will probably appear afew times more then other aus. CODE was created by ink with the sole purpose of overseeing the coding of the classic UT universe to ensure nothing goes out of hand or such.
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