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This was requested by beloved, sweet, lovely, beautiful bestie @enden-k, whom I must thank very much, not only bc they actually allowed me to write more about yandere tarti, but for the constant love and support that he has given me since we have become friends. I can't express how glad I'm that you are in my life, I hope we will stay friends for a long, long time. I'm sorry I'm awful with words lmao but anyway! I hope you all will like this, and once again youn, thank u. U have no idea how important you are to me, love u bestie 💕💕💕💕

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: DARK CONTENT, Yandere, Smut, 18+ (MINORS DON’T INTERACT), Broken English, Obsessed, Toxic Relationship, Dom Character, Implied Kidnapping, Dubcon/Noncon, Failed Attempted at escape, Gender Neutral Reader (no use of pronouns and body parts), A bit needy yandere tarti cause I'm a hoe, Implied Fight, Tarti has a little bruise but nothing much, One mention of blood, Unhinged Tarti, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! ➳ Pair: Childe x Reader (Genshin Impact) Words Count: 464

⤠ Numbers 14, 48 + Barbatos ⤟ Genshin Impact Masterlist ⤠ Numbers 17, 86 +  Mori, Chuuya ⤟

18. “You look so good with my hand around your neck”

“You sweet, sweet cute little lamp…~” he laughs, his entire body over yours, successfully holding you down against the hard, cold floor.

“Trying to run away from me again hm? You even managed to hurt me…” Ajax's hand goes to his face, touching the so small bruise you somehow managed to give him during your failed escape attempt. It already stopped bleeding for a long time, but he looked so proud.

“That’s why I can’t let you go sweetheart! Where else do I find someone like you? You are just so perfect...” he murmurs against your ear, red chocks of hair against your face as you hear Childe twisted laugh, his lips kissing your cheek in a surprisingly gentle touch.

If it weren’t for the red-haired using his whole strength to keep you down, and his hard big cock buried deep inside of you, you would have tried to say something back much to his enjoyment. But Ajax knew your body better than you did, so it was easy for him to make you become a moaning mess under him, no longer needing to hold you down since how desperate you were to touch him, to get more.

“I love you, I love so damn much!” his lips were now all over your face, kissing every possible inch while confessing his eternal love for you, his hips moving at such a fast pace that was making your head spin. Everything around you screamed Ajax; his voice, his scent, his body warm against yours, he was everywhere.

“Don’t ever think about running away again...” Ajax steals your lips with his, kissing you so hard and with so much passion, drinking all your sweet moans. “What will you do without me uh? What will I do without you?”

His glare was so different now; if before was a fighter glare, cold and dark, now it was one who seemed so in love, so desperate, so needy. You both were needy, Ajax needed you, and you needed him, his hands, his cock going deeper inside. You were so close to cumming, you didn’t really listen to what he was saying no more.

Suddenly his hand, which was on your hip holding you still, got to your neck in a tight grip. His hips were moving so slowly now, you whimper in protest trying to get more friction, but it was too late, your orgasm was now fading as you looked up at him, only to get scared by his smirk and cruel, dark glare on his eyes.

“You won’t try to run away again, right?” Ajax chuckles as you get more scared, his dick twitching inside of you in response. “... Mh. I must say... You look so good with my hand around your neck~”

This work belongs to @/alj0saray, do not repost, translate, copy, rewrite or share on tiktok without my permission.

I finally get to post a preview for my piece for @inkedfairytales

I got assigned to 1001 Nights and even though they encouraged us to think about of the box, I admit you've got to squint to recognize mine. I came up with a post-cannon type thing. It involves a hut in the desert, a mute character, a really tall jinn and human sacrifices. (I had to cycle through 5 ideas before settling, everybody else's ideas are so good!)

This zine was so fun to be apart of and filled with so many fantastic pieces! I'm so hyped to see how everything turns out!

 Extract:

“It’s not a good story to tell, little mouse.”

Almost as if to apologize, Ra picked up the book again and started reading. Ra had a way of forming words, his voice deep and mellow, blending with the turn of the page. Ebbing and flowing, the story drifted around him like dragging notes. Ra looked over the top of the cover as he read.

“I was a king once,” Ra didn’t say it like it was a story. He said it like a memory, bittersweet on the tongue. “They used to come to me. I’ve helped raise a city out of the sand. I’ve known the feeling of bringing armies victory. I’ve known the maddening years of darkness, waiting, seconds turning to centuries in darkness.”

Thoughts melted away as a familiar warmth settled over him, radiating from Ra like the afternoon sun. It felt like smoke coiled in his mind, slowed down and sluggish. Bo’s eyelids raised and lowered. He watched with dull entrancement as the colored shadows cast by the hanging lanterns first glittered and spun then morphed and arched into dancing figures that twirled and skipped across their walls, moving in tandem with Ra’s story. Bo’s eyes sagged then fogged. In the state in between sleeping and waking, his vision blurred, he saw Ra’s skin darken then shift. What are you?

Something fell then shattered.

calligraphy, calligraphy, and style

Ever wondered why some papers are so delightful to read? Well, there are many types of writing formats. Textbook style, MLA, APA, etc. The other type is calligraphy or painting. Style is the first impression that imprints in a reader’s mind, regardless of your content. It’s what lights the page and draws readers—it’s what earns their delight, and their tears, and their smiles, and their enlightenment (hopefully). I am not an expert writer, but I believe good style depends on simplicity. Furthermore, writing is not about having sentences filled with thesaurus. You must make simple sentences seem more interesting. Simple things - like “Impeccable sketching” instead of  “Nice drawing” - will make a long lasting impression. I believe, writing verbs should be used often than adjectives. Reducing alliteration and improving word choices always trumps your phrases. I have always wondered why some writings are more vibrant than others. For instance, Apple is the only operating system - as far as I know - with the most vivid combinations of fonts (calligraphy). Every text Apple writes is visually appealing. I had a sense of revelation when I realized how varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, and varying the intensities within the letter ultimately made a huge difference.

In context to grammar, I care about how it contributes to the structure, the flow, the tone, the meaning of the passage.  Naming grammar terms isn’t interesting.  Analyzing them is. Because calligraphy is never simply about fonts—they are about everything you want the reader to visualize. Beautiful typography is what that makes your writings distinct. It ultimately becomes beautiful, artistically subtle in a way that science can’t capture.

I fought so hard to remain unseen, merely a shadow on the wall that could go unnoticed when I fell over my own two feet and into words that dropped like pebbles.

And now I fight myself to be seen again, pulling myself in from currents that I found first instead of drowning myself in shadows.

I am half finished, incomplete as the moon in it's phases, yet still I am curved into a crescent smiling at my shadowed half

guess the next step is to talk about what I have in store for the future! the answer is

absolutely nothing.

for the moment, at least. I'm working on the outline for a King of the Squirrels and Author friendship story, the plot of which got referred to in A Small, Pleasant Thing. I'm not sure how long this one will take...maybe a couple of weeks? might be chaptered, might be a oneshot, it's too soon to tell.

even if my fics don't shoot up in kudos or reviews, I think that's still okay. if anything, it's an exercise in keeping to deadlines and properly planning my stories for once heheh

that's all I've got for now! ciao.

Is this how it works? I'm assuming this is how it works.

Fandom: Video Blogging RPF/Markiplier Egos

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Gen

Characters: Dark, King of the Squirrels, Wilford Warfstache, The Author (mentioned)

Tags: Angst, Working things out, Vengeance, Pre-ADWM, Pre-AHWM

Words: 4k

Summary: Sometimes, the memories get a little louder, the pressure of the past pushes a little harder. Dark tries his best to distract himself from it all.

Maybe that was part of the problem.

if you like Dark being angsty and a confused doof with lots of repressed anger, give it a whirl????????? if you want to hahahah

The Way Smell Evokes Memory

            On a hot summer afternoon, after a day of playing in the sun but before retiring to play video games, my mother would always shower. She loved spending time with us on those rare free days when all five of her girls were home, and she wasn’t working one of many jobs she held down simultaneously to provide. Our job was to set the living room up, since she didn’t understand and wasn’t willing to learn how to work the equipment. She would emerge in a puff of steam and a waft of perfume. Unwilling to wear shorts outside, those days she was even willing to don a light summer nightdress. We each peeled off at different times in the night, smart enough and independent enough to dictate our own bedtimes. With a yawn, I’d announce my departure. My mother was never short on hugs, pulling me in and holding me, understanding of the importance of that contact. Rich vanilla and rose and a creamy, heavy shea butter: the last things I’d smell for the night.

            When riffling through the cabinet before moving out, I discovered the exact lotion she would use. Her ‘yes’ when I asked to take it was distracted, unaware of the significance. Although, I don’t use it much.

It was all a mistake.  A misunderstanding.  Another day, another fight.  Except...this time Eclipse had won. The alleyway was dark, abandoned.  The girl ripped off her own mask, letting even more tears trace their paths down her face.  “Stay with me- no, don’t you dare.  Not now- not yet...”  She clutched the body of her love, shaking in horrible cries.  Small fires burned, not yet having burned themselves out.  The villain didn’t care if the coals burned her, what did it matter.  It had all been a game, of some sort or another.  They had started out as friends, and then she would merely pull pranks on him and he would do them back.  Until one day a line was crossed.  After all, when two people are special and have powers, eventually it all goes downhill.  Her sister died because of him.  She still remembered his stunned face, even through the mask.  He tried to say he was sorry, looked down horrified at himself.  He tried to make it better.  She shoved him away, snarling that she didn’t want any part in it.  Sorrow and anger were easier to justify than mercy and remorse.  That’s when it stopped being a game.  She wanted his death, and she had gotten it. 

There were times when she didn’t have to be different.  Days when she could just be herself.  Narah.  Days when she could just sit in a coffee shop and people watch, or walk her dog in the park, or attempt to do yoga for fun.  But when her sister died, someone new came into her life.

Ronan.  Tall.  Funny.  He had freckles on his nose that scrunched when he laughed, and red-gold hair.  They met at the funeral.  He had come up to her and said his condolences like everyone else.  She gave the same response as she gave anyone else and moved about the room.  But when they ran into each other again, in the park, that’s when something started.  He asked her how she was doing, and she was honest.  That was when their friendship started.  He was the only one who knew, truly knew who she was.  He found out when he knocked on the door of her apartment after she hadn’t talked to anyone, or left in days.  All of the rooms had ice dripping from them, drawing into their source.  Her.  She had been sobbing for days, her grief unquenchable.

As months went by, the line blurred between friend and lover.  They did everything together, and he knew all of her faults and loved her for it.  He never tried to stop her from fighting her nemesis.  Once, and only once, he asked her why. She stopped by his apartment and found him nursing a deep gash on his face.  He just said he got in a fight and left it at that.  But then, later on, while they were talking over coffee, he asked her softly why she fought her nemesis like she did. After a long time she answered, "Because if I don't, I feel like I will forget her."

But that was all gone, her future with him dripping through her fingers just like the blood did.  She pressed herself to him, clutching his body and curling into it.  Her sobs echoed against the stone in the ally, her body shaking.  

“Don’t go.... don’t leave me alone.”  

He didn’t answer.

Prompt #2090

“No,” they whimpered. “N-no, not you, anyone but you.” They slumped to their knees, cradled the hero’s face between the hands that had killed them. “I never knew- never even guessed- oh god, oh god. [Hero] was just my nemesis but I love you, loved you.” They choked on their own sobbing, their lover’s skin going cold under their fingers. “Don’t leave me, please, god, just don’t leave me-”

hellloooo luv >.< could I maybe request a crosshair/shortfem!reader where crosshair has a size difference kink and is obsessed with his small gf? <33 just the sight of you hugging him by the waist and looking up at him with your pretty little eyes as he towers over you would make him lose his mind. thinking about how he would love reminding you how small you are compared to him. he would love how easy it is for him to pick you up and lift you onto him without even trying and just manhandling you and using you anyway he wants. he would love how his big hands look holding onto your small waist (or anywhere on you for that matter), the tummy bulge he gives you, him having to take his time to fit inside of you bc of how big he is and talking you through it. “shhh cyare..you’re doing so good for me..almost there..”. you’re his little princess and he absolutely adores and loves to praise you for how well you take him while he uses you as his own personal cumdump until you’re cock dumb and ruined by him. I need to be manhandled by him in the most disgusting, loving, and sweetest way possible.

Author's Note: This request made me bonk around the room like a fire extinguisher that's been shot

Summary: Crosshair has always noticed how much more delicate you were than him. But when one night he actually, really notices; He can't stop the way he wants you.

Relationships: Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Reader is 'short coded' but everything else is pretty ambiguous as usual, Creampies, my badboy Crosshair with Goodgirl Reader cliché obsession because my mind cannot know peace, Size Kink, Unprotected sex,

Crosshair doesn't normally use the word 'cute'.

Not much in his life warrants the adjective; and the few things that do, he normally has less than a stellar disposition towards. He almost always says it with venom, meant to insult whatever or whoever it is rather than compliment.

You are a noted exception however, as Crosshair has yet to find an adjective that fits you quite as well as 'cute' does.

His brothers can't even help but agree, as no matter how many times he bites at them to back off with it, they always ruffle your hair or joke about how short you are. He doesn't mind in actuality, they are just being brotherly, but sometimes Crosshair isn't a fan of others pointing out things that only he should be noticing.

Even not that long ago when you'd boarded the Marauder, Wrecker had made yet another comment at how small you were, with a pitch in his voice and an arm around your shoulders. He only stopped when he could feel Crosshair's eyes burning holes into him, but you just waved him off.

Right now his arm is light around your shoulders, as the thumping of club music hums in your ears. The dive bar reeks of greasy food and hard liquor, but you don't mind the change in pace. The weather has been awful lately and with your life busy, coming out and enjoying time in public has been a welcome change. Whether or not you're used to this sort of scene.

Crosshair seems less so, as he looks around the bar seeing the other groups of clones spattered across the scenery. They're all minding their own business, drinking for many of the same reasons you're all out tonight.

"That would involve actually having to try, Wrecker."

You smile and laugh at the largest brother across the table, right shoulder brushing against his ribcage. He has to look down in order to watch your face, as you stay firmly tucked against his side. He hasn't the slightest idea what you're talking about at this point, so he doesn't bother joining the conversation and risk making a fool out of himself.

Wrecker responds, but it doesn't give Crosshair any context as to what the two of you are jokingly fighting about. He's too busy watching the way your head tilts slightly towards him and leans against his body for just a moment.

"Oh, bold words coming from the short stack!" You roll your eyes at Wrecker, one of your hands fiddling with the various scuffs and dents on the Crosshair's thigh armor. He can't feel it other than the light pressure, though sometimes you move enough so that you brush against the black flightsuit between the seams; And that, he can feel.

Wrecker isn't wrong in his comment- you're significantly shorter than all of them, not just him. It's a fact that often lingers in Crosshair's mind, and in a way that nearly always appealing. You always tuck perfectly against his side, a perfect little piece of peace.

It's more than a bit distracting to him, who's found himself more interested in watching your small hands wrap around your glass, more so than his own drink. Everyone's been getting sloshed tonight, but Crosshair's no longer interested in the scene.

He's much more interested in you; As you look down to see his hand fiddling with the soft fabric of your dress.

As he leans in his hot breath fans over the shell of your ear, his lips just barely grazing your skin. He's had one or two drinks, as have you, but no where near enough to get more than the tiniest buzz.

"Let's go."

You can't disagree with him. Hunter is too sloshed to really notice the way the air around you two has been getting hotter and hotter for an hour now, and that Crosshair's hand has been steadily climbing up your thigh. You don't open your legs to let him in, but you still feel the weight of his fingers as you suddenly raise your head to speak up.

"Hey, guys- I think I'm gonna head out for tonight."

Wrecker whines, and Tech bemoans the idea of the two least drunk of everyone besides himself leaving. He was hoping not to be relegated to chauffeur as he is almost every time the Batch goes out, not that he would even drink if he wasn't.

"It's been fun but, I'm getting pretty tired. I'll see you guys later." When Crosshair gets up with you and Tech glances between the two of you confused, you quickly speak up. His hand is on the small of your back, tense with the silent plea of 'hurry it up'.

"Cross is gonna take me home. I'll send him back in one piece, don't worry." It's not as if they can complain about it, as you're always turning around and leaving before they'd theoretically have a chance.

"Slow down," You joke, as the cold air outside hits you. Crosshair just looks down at you from the corner of his eyes, the music still quite loud even from all the way out here.

When you hail a taxi and step in he follows, sliding in right beside you until you're both shoulder to shoulder.

And the whole way there, Crosshair looms. His eyes linger over your form like he's hungry, a stare that's almost physically heavy on you body. You glance up at him once, raising your eyebrows.

But he remains silent; You swear you can hear his heartbeat as the taxi pulls to a stop in front of your building. You've recently moved and you almost don't recognize the place, but it's easy enough to find your way inside once you remember.

Your fingers shake as you punch in the code, feeling his chest brush against your shoulder right blade.

He's so close...

The moment that door closes and locks he is on you, and you reciprocate tenfold. Your arms wrap around his neck tight enough to almost make him need for air, just as desperate for him as he is for you as your lips press against his.

Even for as lithe as he is he still towers over you, pushing your body blindly towards your bed. He knows where it is by heart now, having stayed in your home close to as many times he's slept in the Marauder.

The blankets wrinkle around your form, legs dangling off the edge as he roughly pushes you down only to follow right behind, body looming over yours. Everything here is so soft; Your blankets, your bed, your skin. Crosshair sometimes feels like he doesn't belong, but in the end, he doesn't care.

"You wore this on purpose, didn't you."

He's mentioned this outfit before; It was one that for some reason managed to rev his engine more than anything else you've worn. Maybe it's the red and black, maybe it's the way it lays on your body. Either way, you'd almost totally forgotten he had that reaction to it until right now, as he's busy trying to tear it off you. In a frantic effort you assist, kicking off your shoes and anything else that attempts to get in the way.

"It's not my fault you can't control yourself," You say, feeling his body lay against yours as he unclothes himself.

"Tch," You feel the heat of his cock against your thigh. "Watch your mouth."

Funny how it doesn't sound nearly as mean as that usually would've. You feel the way his cock grinds against you, slick as he slips along your folds.

He pulls away enough so that he can sit on the bed, pulling you towards him the moment he's able.

Your bottom sits the in the dip between his legs, wrapping around his hips. It's almost hard to see his face at this angle, having to lean back just a bit in order to. You also have to as you lift yourself just far enough away to slip a hand between your bodies, guiding his cock as you slowly but surely sink onto him. You can hear him grit his teeth and hiss through them, hands tight on the soft meat of your thighs.

The noise you let out is soft, almost like a breathless sigh as he fully sinks inside of you. Crosshair feels his neck tighten at the sound of it, how cute it is.

But then again you always look cute; The way you get surrounded by his shadow and look up at him, face squished and feeling hot as you bounce on his cock.

Your chest brushes against his, arms wrapping around his neck.

Even sitting in his lap he's taller than you, feeling his hands tightly grip the soft flesh of your waist. Your legs are tight around his hips, and he can feel your hot breath against his skin.

You grip him, nails digging into his shoulders like he's your only weight to this world, cunt tightening around him. Your skin feels like it's on fire, heart pounding in your chest.

When you finally come down from your high you feel Crosshair's hands on your waist, that had for awhile now been partly helping you keep upright. He's so quite sometimes that you can barely tell how he's feeling, that he's finished inside of you but manage to swallow his own moans enough so that you barely even heard it. He liked the sounds of yours more anyways.

Feeling the heat of your cheek as you brush your palm over it, you're glad you left one window open. The chilled breeze is quickly cooling your skin, and the fresh air is keeping your mind from completely fogging over.

"Can you stay the night?"

It's less so an invitation for another round- though you'd absolutely not complain if that turned out to be the case- and more so wondering if you'll be able to steal a rare moment with him. It's not often you get to fall asleep with him, let alone wake up.

Tech is his brothers sober guide as always; He can deal with his brothers while he steals a rare moment for himself.

"Not like they can't reach me if they need me." You'll take that as a positive response, feeling your body slowly lift off of him.

Crosshair often sleeps on his stomach, and as he turns to do so you can see the red, burning lines your nails left on his shoulders and back; And while he's never complained and if anything, seems to enjoy it, you still feel bad for hurting him.

This time you don't comment on them however, instead moving closer enough that he wraps an arm around your waist. Whatever way you sleep the two of you always find a way to tangle together, feeling his warm body against yours in the now cool air of your bedroom.

You think you hear him say something, but you're too close to sleep and it's too quiet for you to hear, as you finally drift off.

I always imagined Cross' eyes to be sensitive and get strained sometimes and when they do he'd turn into a teddy bear or smth he'd just want to cling to you and bury his face into your shoulder to keep the light away while so needy for cuddles or hugs and his squad is just like

🕴 that our Cross?? (bc before he met reader if his eyes got strained hed be the most grumpy gremlin his brothers have ever met)

Author's Note: This is so cute!! I love the idea that Crosshair has eyes just as or close to as good as Hunter's thanks to his enhancements

Summary: Crosshair might be a loner but even he knows that sometimes tender loving care is what works best.

Relationships: Crosshair/Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sensory overload, fluffy, Crosshair being a grumpy little shit that needs cuddles,

-Hey. You busy?

Looking over at your datapad you see a message from Hunter, before glancing back at your computer. Hunter knows damn well that you're always busy, it's more so a matter of if you're too busy to sneak away and do whatever he has in mind.

Well, your work is practically done, so you'll message back in a few minutes once you're free. Because you know damn well that once you start with them, you'll be roped into whatever mess is currently happening. Before you have a chance to finish however, Hunter gives some much needed context to his earlier message. Not too much, however.

-Come here and help deal with Crosshair.

Since when did you become the resident sniper tamer?

Though Hunter knows you well enough, as even though you don't respond, you quickly finish up what you've been working on before getting up. Their barracks are a good ways across the base so it's a decent walk, enough that you can send a quick message.

-On my way.

Part of you is curious what in the galaxy could warrant such am urgent sounding message from Hunter; Though you'd probably never be able to hazard a guess. Hunter doesn't respond, largely because he knows you'll be there the moment he does. Their barracks are a good ways out of the way, but the walk isn't that far. Tech has it timed, actually; In another odd random bit of knowledge he has stored away in the brain of his.

It seems this time you were particularly speedy, as he's a few seconds shorter than usual when you arrive, the door opening. The moment you enter you can feel the tension, as everyone hovers around the center of the room. Hunter comes up to you, and you whisper:

"What happened?" Looking over to see Crosshair on his bunk, with everyone glancing his way, but attempting to be subtle about it. His hand is pressing against his eyes and forehead, hard enough that he surely can't see very well. Hunter fills you in with the only word that is necessary.

"Flashbang." Oh no.

You know Crosshair's eyes are incredibly sensitive much like Hunter's, which also makes him very sensitive to things like bright lights. The two of them are the main reason why they have the lights in all their barracks, and the Marauder, dimmed so low.

Tech is hovering close by, the closest that the Batch has for a medic keeping an eye on a fuming Crosshair. Wrecker comes closer to check and gets venom spit at him, before he presses his hand back onto his face.

While his brothers are concerned and wanting to help, hovering and asking constantly if he's ok are both things that don't work intermingled with someone like Crosshair. You know that he just wants pitch black, and silence that's just as deep as possible.

Sighing softly you step away from Hunter, walking over to his bunk. You don't say anything, just sit on the edge and gently put your hand on his shoulder. You've delt with this Crosshair before, so you have a decent idea of what helps and what doesn't.

Within a few minutes he pulls you closer to him, forcing you to lean back more until you're partly laying down. He wraps his arms around your body, as his face presses against the black of your shirt above your chest but below your shoulder; Wrecker groaning and walks by yelling:

"Hey! Keep it clean, we're still here!" Wrecker jokes, laughing loudly.

Crosshair's hand quickly darts out to get a piece of Wrecker, who deftly dodges it.

"Fuck off."

He feels your hand gently on the back of his head, fingers playing with the short hair at the nape of his neck. His arms tighten around your ribs even more. His head is throbbing so much he doesn't care how he looks, or that what his brothers are saying isn't actually insulting. He'll just act like it is, and bite at them none the less. In a bit he'll be back to normal, but for now he'll indulge.

It's hard to believe that you've actually been a positive influence on his overall attitude, until you have times like this.

"Just leave him alone, Wrecker." Echo quietly speaks up from across the room, where he's cleaning dirt from the inner seams of his armor pieces.

You kind of wish you'd brought your datapad with you in hindsight, as now that Crosshair has you trapped, you have one hand completely empty as the other lays on the back of his head. It's also a little boring, just watching his brothers go about their individual work as quiet as possible.

A few months ago Crosshair would've never even considered doing anything remotely similar to this, but thankfully his edges have been buffed just the tiniest, tiniest little fraction.

You remember a long while back Crosshair had muttered that he didn't deserve you, and while you had vehemently denied the notion, he didn't seem to take it entirely to heart. You only hope these sorts of gestures help reassure him, relaxing with him as the thumping of his headache ever so slowly goes away.

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A 2017 Love Story. Hey guys! Just a few more minutes until Valentines' Day 2017 is over - so here is just one more snippet in honour of the same. Let me know what you think of this in the comments! xx TeenxAdventurer #Valentinesday2017 ##library #younglove #a2017lovestory #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream (at Bangalore, India)

A 2017 Love Story. Hey guys! Over the next few hours until Valentines' Day, there are going to be a string of posts (I'll post as often as I can :P) Please let me know what you think of these in the comments! xx TeenxAdventurer #Valentinesday2017 #younglove #a2017lovestory #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream (at Love Is Life)

A 2017 Love Story. Hey guys! Over the next few hours until Valentines' Day, there are going to be a string of posts (I'll post as often as I can :P) Please let me know what you think of these in the comments! xx TeenxAdventurer #Valentinesday2017 #younglove #a2017lovestory #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream (at Love Is Life)

The least of my worries #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #heartbreak #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #whynot #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream (at Bangalore, India)

Precious #nanotale #microfiction #authorsnote #parents #toddlers #cuteness #short #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #heartbreak #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #whynot #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote (at Dreamland)

Wind in my Hair #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #heartbreak #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #whynot #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream (at London, United Kingdom)

So one of my friends gave me a challenge to write more six word stories. Hope you like 'em! #sixwordstories #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #heartbreak #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #whynot #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream #productiveday #profoundimpacts (at Bangalore, India)

No. 1 Fan #parents #support #love #microfiction #trends #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #whynot #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #dream (at Bangalore, India)

Madman #NationalAchieversConference2017 #NAC2017 #inspired #RajivTalreja #BrianTracy #microfiction #entrepreneurs #motivation #love #philosophy #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #whynot #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories (at National Achievers 2017 Conference)

Bestsellers #bestsellers #microfiction #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #heartbreak #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #whynot #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream (at India)

Fifty three :) May not post as often the coming week... a little caught up with exams and all 😅 but you have a great week! #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #heartbreak #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #whynot #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream (at India)

Natural #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #heartbreak #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #whynot #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream #lovers #family #keepdreaming (at Bangalore, India)

The Black "Moon"

"You're telling a second realm native that their island's black moon was beautiful last night."

"They tell you that there are no moons in the abyss."

In Memory Of Another Life

"Maybe in another life, I would have saved you, and we would have been happy. But you're gone—you have been for a long time now, and I only have myself to blame for you leaving me with just the memories of our time, and never you."

Concept & Portrait:

When I made more of my OC later on (I just have to fit her in the campaign's lore), she was supposed to be played in a public campaign with a friend's friends, though that didn't quite work out, and now I have a character that I'll be reworking into an open world story with my beloved friends instead =w=

Would have to shed the medieval fantasy themes; she's going into a post-apocalyptic world, after all

The way my friend just drags me into brainrot over several things and we haven't even gotten to that point of the lore in-game— /lh

Anyway, enjoy my brief burst of motivation to do a quick animatic among the throes of my busy schedule =w=

Characters featured: Pia – lady in a ponytail and fingerless gloves; the one who asks Civic – "lady" with decorated horns; the one who waits