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NEW BOOK DROP
We stood still in the garden, holding our breaths as the foul stench of rotting bodies emitted from The Oracle invaded our nostrils. We heard the ancient whisperings from her, and watched in horror as the dark smog weaved it's way past us, images flashing in our head- bright stars, the sky falling and exploding, the ground ripping open beneath us and clawing us down into a fiery pit- And a girl sitting on the shores of an island. It made all of our heads spin. None of us have seen a prophecy this extreme in our entire lives, they were always so small. Now this? The sky falling? What did it mean?
Empyrean is a story about royalty and magic, pain, loss, and growth. Loosely based on Greek Mythology, the characters will be pushed to their extreme and struggle to get back up again. If you like Percy Jackson but want something original that covers serious topics of loss, depression, and other topics, this is the book for you.
HERE IT IS!
You should totally read this becauseeee there's a new chapter probably dropping today at 10:00 pm ADT <333
i lied you’re never getting rex’s pov you’re getting original stories. get juked
Can you outrun this?
Idea to @/coquettecomics on c.ai this is INSANELY ooc because it's my drself x Rex, I don't know how long i'll work on it but i'll keep updating... Probably. I also don't know how to tag a fanfic. or how to cut it.
Rex part posted soon.
|| M4F, Angst, regret, cosmic deity , switching POVS
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I stood in an alleyway, it was dark and cold out- Rex Splode stood in front of me with a hurt look on his face, the rain pelting against the ground only setting the ambience even more. My eyes darted past him to the open road, where I so desperately wanted to go. Get out of this awkward situation. Get out of here.
“You really think I wouldn't have come after you?” Rex finally broke the silence, his hands balling into fists at his sides. Of course he was the first to notice, I didn’t know how to tell him I was leaving, I needed to leave. Everything was too much. Omni-Man, Cecil, all these villains, never having a moment of peace? I was happier alone floating through space while having a mental breakdown.
“You think running away from this will change anything? Change us? It won’t.” Rex started, biting his lip as he let out a sigh. “Viviane… I need you. The guardians need you-” Rex looked down and shook his head. “You can’t outrun this life, the people need you. The threats and villains are only getting more dangerous,” Rex looked back up, locking eyes with mine in one of the most awkward staring competitions I've ever had. “... Say you don’t love me, say you’re done with this life and I'll let you go, I won't even chase after you.”
“... I’m done with this life.” I managed to get the words out, my hands clenched so tight I felt my nails digging into my palms. I couldn’t continue looking at him, and I couldn't say I didn't love him. I’d be lying to both of us.
Rex felt as if he’d been shot, an aching pain in his chest he hated so much. He felt as if all the wind had been punched out of his lungs, tears watering in his eyes as a small show of vulnerability, he looked away so I couldn't see the tears threatening to fall, but I still could. He took a step to the side, his expression hardening as his eyes searched my face for any hints of doubt, and when he saw none- “Then go.” Rex gestured towards the road. “Go.” his voice came out a ragged and pained whisper.
I felt myself float above the ground, my feet hovering just above it, a nervous habit. A habit I usually did when I was upset or angry, trying to detach myself from reality, from humanity. “... Rex-” I tried to speak, but he cut me off. “No.” He spoke firmly, his body tense and rigid. “You said you’re done, so go.”
He’s trying to be strong, but it was tearing through him. His eyes stinging as he held back the tears. I stared at him for a moment longer, my bottom lip trembling as I hung my head low once more. “... I’m sorry.” My voice broke, my hands trembling as I floated past him out towards the road.
Rex watched me go, my sob ripping through his heart, making the ache more painful. He wanted to chase after me, but his feet stayed planted as he watched my figure slowly vanish from sight, the dam finally broke and his tears began falling, blending in with the rain as it streamed down his face.
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Viviane.
I soared through space for a little bit, the tears streaming down my face freezing and breaking off as I flew, the atmosphere didn’t affect me though. Perks of being a cosmic demigod I guess.
Finally I landed down on Thagrea, a planet like Earth- Just made specifically for demigods and their children. Two people lived on this planet I actually knew, the only two people on this planet I trust.
I’d knock on a door and wait for either Mason or Xander to answer, they were my cousins, on my divine side at least. Their father, Ither, god of dreams and nightmares, was the brother to my mother, Dancia. It’s all sort of complicated.
After a moment, the door swung open, a tall and dark skinned man held a sword out at me with a stern look, but it faltered when his eyes laid on me. “... Viviane? What- What are you doing here?” He slowly lowered his sword, his eyes scanning past me and around the neighborhood as if he was expecting someone else to be with me.
“Xander I… I-I messed up, really bad.” My voice trembled, as much as I wanted to suppress my tears and broken voice I couldn't. Xander’s features softened as he set his sword off to the side and ushered me in. “Come in, come in. It’s alright. Tell me what happened.”
I sat on the couch and covered my face with my hands, letting out a sob. “I can’t do it. I can’t help Earth anymore, the one thing my mother made me do, and I can't. I ruined- I ruined the o-one good human relationship too, i think. I… I love him… And I just… Ran away. But I can't go back, and he won’t give up. He never knows when to quit!” I cried. Xander sat beside me, rubbing my back gently just as his twin, Mason stepped inside.
“It’s okay…” Xander murmured, flashing a nervous glance to Mason. “This… Guy you ran away from, does he know you love him?” Xander asked hesitantly, I leaned into his hand and shrugged. “I-I don’t know…”
“Does… Does he know what you are?” Mason finally spoke up, his arms crossing over his chest. “... No. I never told anyone, the only one who knows is my father, and Cecil to an extent.” I sighed and wiped away my tears.
“...Bitch what DOES he know?!”
“Mason!” Xander looked at Mason with a bewildered expression. “What!? This guy has a right to know he’s dating a demigod, okay!” Mason threw his hands up in the air, in dramatic fashion as usual. “I wouldn’t want to date one of us, not knowing what we are or what we’re capable of!”
“Yeah well that’s not helping her current mood, asshole-” I cut Xander up, waving my hand in the air. “No… He’s right. I haven’t been truthful at all about what I am, about my origins… It’s too late now though, he probably doesn’t want to see me ever again.”
introduction!
★彡[ THINGS ABOUT ME ]彡★
↪ Name : 【❖】 Viviane ↪ Nickname : 【❖】 Vivi, Viv, Proteus, Maximus, make your own up. ↪ Pronouns : 【❖】 She/They/Any ↪ Age : 【❖】 15 soon to be 16. ‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - EXTRAS- ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵ ┊ ➶ My Hobbies : ｡˚ ° Writing, Drawing, Roleplaying with my ocs, playing DND and other geeky crap. ┊ ➶ Things I like : ｡˚ ° DND, Dystopian and Fantasy books, Hellenic Mythology, Crk, Pjo, Invincible, Eltingville club (Dork), Ancient Greece/Rome/Eygpt, learning more about radiation and nuclear disasters, talking about my interests, Forgelabs (youtuber) and shifting <33 ┊ ➶ Things I dislike : ｡˚ ° freaky books </3, Love triangles, ┊ ➶ My Socials : ｡˚ ° Wattpad, Tiktok . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ Thank you for your time ] ࿐ྂ
Since I know that this is important for some of you to know, I hereby pledge:
I will never use AI for writing fanfic. The creative process of brainstorming, writing, rereading and refining is why I do it at all. That's the fun part. Everything else is like balm on your wounded fingertips after you've written and stared at the same words for over 5 hours.
It would feel like selling my soul if I'd use AI. I'd sell the joy itself. What pray tell would I get in return? More balm? For what? I didn't even touch the pen.
I need you to understand that when I say "comments are appreciated!" I mean that I will reply to every one of them. I mean that an email with an ao3 notification has a higher priority than a message from my mother. I mean that I will have entire discussions in the comment section if you're up for it. Message me on tumblr and I will have the same discussions on an even more unhinged level. I will dissect entire personalities and ships and fictional political structures and worldbuilding with you. I will become your new best friend. You already ARE my new best friend. At the last battle, I would raise Anduril and say "For my ao3 readers" while a single tears rolls down my cheek, and dive into the fray. I would upload from beyond the grave if someone asked about the next chapter
BkDk (Pro Hero!Katsuki x Teacher!Izuku) Angst Oneshot
“I have a feeling you got everything you wanted.”
Izuku felt the back of his throat dry up as his phone blinked on. A news notification of Kacchan - of Ground Explosion Murder God Dynamight. His heart pounded in his chest, eyes blurring over the words as they skidded over the brightness of the screen.
‘Pro Hero Dynamight just hit #15 in the polls!’
He had his notifications turned on every possible platform with anything to do with Kacchan. He was happy for Kacchan. So why did every buzz and ping and vibrate, one after another, feel like a stab in the chest? He stood still, jaw sour with pain. Katsuki had been #16 for almost a year. He was happy for Kacchan.
Izuku’s face scrunched sourly as he contorted it into a smile which seemed to be more like a wavering grimace. He was happy Kacchan got to live his dream life.
“You’re not wasting time, stuck here like me.”
He was glad Kacchan wasn’t a ship being tugged down by the anchor Izuku was.
Izuku had long submerged - drowning and stuck in the sea bed; unable to rise again. He would never be able to pull his weight, swim back up, with no power in his body.
With no quirk.
He’d never be able to be a hero like Kacchan without a quirk. He’d never be able to fight for people by his friends’ sides - together and unified. He barely saw any of them anymore. It was like their disappearance left a hole in his heart. But barely seeing Katsuki was like half of him had been torn away from him.
Katsuki was everything, a hero with undisputable fame and power. Izuku was nothing. a quirkless stranger with nobody to help and no power to help with.
“You’re just thinking it’s a small thing that happened.”
When we was trapped in that hospital bed, wrapped and tangled in wires, he wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to hear it. He would never be ready to hear it and even now the words bang about in the back of his head as a constant reminder that he’ll always be nothing.
Being told he was quirkless again was like his fingers always skimming an open palm but never being able to reach for or hold its warmth - held back by tangled and twisted cables of veins that were barely pumping him alive.
Something like that, that meant so much to Izuku - that decided his whole life; his whole fate and existence, would mean nothing to someone as amazing and precious as Katsuki. It was… insignificant to an incredible hero like him.
“The world ended when it happened to me.”
It felt hopeless - worthless. Living felt like air was only swirling into his lungs so he could slam a shovel into dirt and push.
Everything Izuku has worked so hard for. Getting the quirk, clearing a beach, training his body, strengthening himself, late nights training and early morning spars, watching his diet, pushing himself as hard as he possibly could, breaking his bones along with himself and striving to be a hero.
Everything he’s done. What was the point?
Everything that Izuku has ever wanted to be, all he ever wanted to accomplish was always a dream he could reach out to, but never hold as if it was his - always grazing his fingertips.
“I have a feeling you got everything you wanted.”
Whenever he’s sat at his stupid desk, finishing stupid reports about stupid villains that nobody would gives 2 fucks about, he sees it. He sees the framed photo of Izuku beside his laptop - smiling so bright and joyful that he can’t help but let a small smile play on his lips as he finishes up.
It’s a tough pill to swallow when he sees Izuku happily smiling and Ochako’s story every several months. Or whenever he decides to, for some unknown and peculiar reason, take a longer route to his destination and catches a glimpse through Izuku’s classroom window.
He always looks happy. He always looks fulfilled - like he’s found his purpose in life. Even without living the dream of being by Katsuki’s side as an equal.
Katsuki’s gut always convulsed between the grasp of knowing Izuku was perfectly content without him and never needed him anyway - thrown away like a dirty napkin. His jaw might have trembled slightly as he smiled at the framed image but he continued with his life either way.
“You’re not wasting time, stuck here like me.”
He had to after all. He wouldn’t want to fall even further behind.
Izuku has already accomplished so much. He’s saved so many people and helped so many children learn of the hero world.
Izuku is so determined and dedicated…. and Katsuki is just slowly going mad; being strangled by paperwork, crammed between the four white walls of his agency’s top floor and the view peeking from the top of his laptop. The view of a clean desk with a nameplate and a few all might figures neatly placed on it.
Katsuki can’t help but sigh every time he looks at his ranking. He’s been purposely trying to hold himself back, but with the extravagant amount of hours he’s working to be able to afford Izuku’s suit, he’s climbing the ranks anyway. He absolutely refuses to hit the top ten or anywhere close to Number 1 if Izuku isn’t on the same level as him.
“You’re just thinking it’s a small thing that happened.”
Katsuki knows for certain Izuku doesn’t know about the shithole he lives in - a kitchen and a bed with a shitty excuse of a tiny shower and toilet. He even has to wash his hands in the goddamn kitchen… or is the bedroom? Whatever.
Katsuki knows Izuku doesn’t know that he sleeps 5 hours a day and spends the rest of it working. Katsuki knows Izuku doesn’t know he doesn’t get time to cook and barely spends ¥2000 a day on unhealthy, convenience store food that’s bad for his body.
Katsuki knows Izuku doesn’t know about all the times he passes out from being overworked and the couple of times he threw childish fits for being hospitalized when he could be working.
He knows he doesn’t know.
“The world ended when it happened to me.”
He knows that he doesn’t think about the day he died. Not as much as Katsuki at least. For Katsuki, that day was like the world shifting into place - an eclipse with the cogs turning and the sound of a lock clicking open in his head. Everything made so much sense.
To add to the pile of things he’s never told Izuku - when he woke up after dying, when he woke up knowing the last thoughts he’d ever think, in the last moments he’d ever breathe, were spent thinking of Izuku, his life’s purpose made sense.
He’d always thought it was being a hero. He’d always thought it was winning. He’d always thought it was being Number 1.
And then he realized what he was without Izuku; how empty and lonely it would feel to be a second without him - to forever have to part with him and never see him again. He realized his life’s purpose was being at Izuku’s side, or even better yet - chasing after his heels until the day they die.
The day they die together.
Thank you!
So first, do you have any rules or limits on what you can or won't write about? Also do you only write for the fandoms you listed or can you do other shows as long as you're familiar with them? And how many requests can I ask for?
WAHH sorry this is exciting.
I don't have many rules, just the basics.
I don't write about incest, underaged stuff, non-con, pedophilia, bestiality, necrophilia, or anything grossly illegal, no self-harm/suicide-focused stories (light hurt/comfort is okay, but no detailed depictions), religious or political themes.
I could write for more fandoms yes but only if i have an understanding of it and have watched it AT LEAST half way through-
the number of requests doesn't matter as long as you keep in mind that i will write at the pace i can. id say the limit is 3 so its fair to me.
if youre unsure where your request fits, just ask in my inbox again!
ill likely add all that im saying over here to my intro so thank you for asking this pooks <3
i wanna see a piece of media where a character has powers but they don’t save ppl and become a hero. they use it for chores and shit. not a hero or a villain just someone who just happen to have powers
first kiss dosent have to be on the lips. It could be on the hand, or the neck, the cheek. Hell even the stomach.
the love of your life doesn’t have to be the person you want to marry. it could be your kids or a pet. also have multiple of loves of your life. why the hell not to?
Oc Dump- Dawn and Carla
Dawn and Carla are two women from the 1950s who worked in a circus before Javier (time traveler ) and Elise crash-landed near their performance and convinced them to join their little adventure once they learned how awful they were being treated. Dawn is a contortionist who would do tricks with fire, and Carla does acrobatics and handled some of the animal acts in the circus.
Dawn is such a sweet woman. If you didn't know her you would think she never knows what's going on and is just kinda coasting, but that's not true. She knows what's going on ALL the time, but she would rather focus on collecting buttons and making tea for her friends when they're feeling down. She's an incredible optimist who loves her friends and loves her girlfriend and is just excited to have powers and experience the world through a unique lens.
Carla is a realist, but she doesn't crap all over Dawn's optimism. They adore each other, and Carla's main motivation for following the other characters around is to protect Dawn and make sure she can experience everything in a positive way. She is grateful for her rescue from the circus, but she would much rather run away and settle down than travel. Over time she does connect with the others, Javier in particular, but her priority is and will always be Dawn.
Yay OCs again!
Elise is 16 and from a small town in Texas so she’s just figuring herself out and has limited info, but I think it’s sweet that she would absolutely sit down with Anthony and just explain asexuality to him. Like he didn’t really care before or question why he didn’t want a romantic relationship, but he might mention casually (probably while the group is camping and Carla and Dawn are talking about how they started dating) that he never really saw himself *with* anyone and she gets SO excited to talk about the ace spectrum and where she thinks she falls on it, and he’s just happy that this new group of people is nice and they aren’t judging him.
My friend: wow you’re so good at coming up with fantasy names and creatures for your books!
Me, holding my 10 year old brother who is currently writing down ideas for me: aww thanks!
You are the air I need to breath. My body has grown dependent on you and you don’t even acknowledge my existence anymore. I’m suffocating without you. And you learned how to breathe without me.
theheartoftheplanet
I’m planning on doing NaNoWriMo in November, so expect snippets of my writing to start to appear daily
For that second time stopped. Their eyes meeting in an everlasting moment. Breathing slowed as those pairs of brown eyes met each other for that infinite moment. Love at first sight may not exist, but for that moment those two strangers felt a magic. And cruel faith must be for their paths were never to cross again.
Me, my mind, and sad thoughts
A Little Holiday Peace ~
Please don't mind the grammer or misspellings, this is my first writing thing ಥ‿ಥ
Btw I recommend listing to "Christmas Time is Here" from Charlie Brown to get the mood right
You sigh in contentment as you blow on the steam coming from your drink, sitting in front of a fire in your little getaway cottage. You take a sip of your hot chocolate, feeling the warm sweet liquid coat your throat, just as you feel a familiar pair of arms wrap around you.
It felt like decades since you were able to get this kind of alone time together, being busy with work and family during the upcoming holidays was already getting rough, but just feeling the warmth of his chest and the hot chocolate currently warming your stomach was enough to make you melt like snow. You watch as he puts on some random Christmas movie from Hallmark and you let out a huff of air at the cheesiness that was about to ensue in the movie.
But then again, maybe a little cheesiness and corny holiday humor is just what you two needed to enjoy this brief vacation. You snuggle deeper into his chest as he plucks your mug from your hands to sit on the coffee table in order to get more comfortable with you, his breath smelling of peppermint and warm cider.
You sigh happily as his chest vibrates with a chuckle leaving his lips, planting a tender kiss to the top of your head before pulling you into his lap to lay upon his chest. You glance at the falling snow one last time before lifting your gaze to your amazing lover, wondering what you did to get someone like him to fall for you.
"'i love you. i have always love you.' that sentence wasn't grammatically correct. but it was right. because saying loved just felt wrong."
- something i wrote recently
Writing Prompt:
In a world where what gods you believe in decide your afterlife, you, an atheist, end up stuck in limbo while multiple gods try to win you over.
ok so I need someone to tell me if friends can feel very strongly about each other, want to spend the rest of their lives together, and get jealous over their friend's other relationships or if that's queerplatontic behavior because I need help with a fic I'm writing
please commission my good buddy to write your blorbos for you, his writing is so fucking good
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Thanks, @prismkidd.bsky.social, for help with the graphic!
Examples of my work can be found here vastephens.wixsite.com/c-l-cascade and here www.linkedin.com/feed/update/...
I'd love to work with ya!
the urge to write a random 500k fic while all my WIPS remain unfinished is so strong.
WRITING IDEA
Okay think about this, it’s a zombie apocalypse right? But instead of surviving out on the street trying to avoid the greed of humanity and the hunger of the undead, you instead live in a mall with a group of people. Every store repurposed into something, the smaller stores like hot topic or something are used as housing for the people while the larger stores are use as storage units or work shops or like a farm area idk
Today is hard and horrible; my wounds gaping and sore. Every moment brings another knife of memory from before.
Anger pulses through me followed by crippling sadness. I feel nothing but my own craving for madness.
I'd give anything, everything, just to go back; just to wake up hung over after New Years again.
I would do so much different, and so much the same, but in the end my only goal would be to save you.
You: passionate, loyal, brave and kind. Cursed and playful with a magnificent mind.
It's almost been two months and I still cannot see how there is any possibility that you gave up on me.