Hello! I know not many will see this, but I’ll post it anyway, I’ve been thinking of what to do with this blog and I think I’ve decided.
About me:
I’ll start with introductions, I go by Ray and/or Leonard, both are fine, but I use Ray more often online, I’m a guy(sort of, pronouns don’t matter) and also pretty gay, if that offends you, kindly leave. I’m a fan of all of project moon’s work, reverse 1999, ultrakill and various other things. This blog will however remain dedicated to project moon.
About the blog:
I only recently made this blog and have been thinking on what to do with it for a little while. I’ve decided on writing fanfic requests for the Project Moon games, however don’t expect super high quality or fast work, as I am relatively new to writing and am doing this mainly to improve it, as I can’t really bring myself to write for myself, the requests are here to motivate me. I have played and analyzed all the games, but my expertise lies in Limbus, additionally, this is mainly a Heathcliff centric blog, but I am willing and want to write for others too.
What I will and won’t write:
I can write most things, but I have a preference for fluff, my own interest lies mainly in relationships between men, which means my writing for that would be better than other things, so if I can’t write for something all that well I’ll probably not take the request. (Sorry!) Still, feel free to ask, I’ll at least try to write most requests.
Gender and sexuality headcanons can also be requested, just make sure to clearly state what headcanon you want me to write for.
I’m also completely willing to write x reader fics or specifically for limbus multiple ids of the same sinner with each other(themself?).
I probably won’t write any longer fics any time soon.
Now what I won’t write:
Non-con/rape: I do not think I have the experience to write about this while giving people who actually experienced this the respect they deserve.
Heathmael: while I do not have any objections to the ship, I personally don’t see their chemistry and thus would not be able to write them well.
Smut: I know I originally said that I would write this, but after thinking about a little more I realized I’m not entirely comfortable with that.
If a request makes me particularly uncomfortable there is more to be added here.
Ishmael bday fic, late because I had no time to prepare this in advance, sorry. Hopefully will write more and quicker soon.
R corp bc I am rather fond of the faction.
Eat, sleep, release built up energy to prevent lashing out, take medication, endure migraines and occasionally go out on a mission. Her life is fairly straightforward, just follow orders and manage her sanity.
Having some predictability in her life when she’s not on a mission is nice. Doesn’t make the headaches any less painful though.
Speaking of, she currently feels like she’s dying, pair that with a few of the he other reindeer having died throughout the last few missions, with no backups available, the bigger workload that follows, and you get her current self.
Irritable, way too tired, and on the verge of lashing out. In short, horrible. For these reasons she has secluded herself, as far away as she can get from the others at least.
In a room with as little light as she can manage while not making it impossible for her roommates to see when they return.
It’s a little depressing.
In an attempt to lessen the pain, she is making an effort to try falling asleep. Not something you can actually consciously do, but right now she’s not exactly in sound mind.
A knock on the door… Do they have to bother her right now? She sighs, sits upright and turns to face it. She raises her voice to make sure the person on the other end hears.
“… What is it?”
It comes out harsher than intended. The door creaks open and your figure enters the dimly lit room.
“Rodya told me you’re going through it right now. Mind me keeping you company?”
“Not really, feel free.”
Your weight sinks into the bed next to her and much like she did when you felt the same way, you wrap an arm around her and she leans against you.
It’s quiet, nothing needs to be said, eventually, she falls asleep, and for the next few hours, she shouldn’t have to deal with too much pain.
You ensure that she’s comfortable, and soon fall asleep too.
You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.
By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.
I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?
it's probably from assholes making asks a minefield of trolling/harassment for years with no real blocking ability, which turned people off from allowing asks on their blogs so as a whole the site moved away from it
but now that we do have better blocking, we should try to revive it.
Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.
Heavy breathing, horrible aches. A loud crack, then a stinging feeling in his right hand. He looks up at what was once a mirror. The running tap the only sound he hears.
He’s greeted by the most pathetic sight. Is that him? He stares for a good few seconds. What would Master do if she figured out he broke this mirror?
A sob breaks through the constant noise from the tap. The stinging in his hand suddenly doesn’t feel that bad anymore. Neither do her beatings from earlier.
She has something concrete now. An actual reason, when she feels further justified, how much worse will it be? That nagging feeling at the back of his mind too, he’s forgetting something.
He needs to stop wallowing in self pity and… clean this mess up. Before he forgets his role again. If he fills his role properly there’s no reason, right?
He’s just been doing it wrong all this time. That’s why she doesn’t stop. As long as he blames her, that’s a personal failing. A textbook mustn’t feel too strongly, feeling’s not why he’s here.
He begins washing his face, blood and tears mixing with the water. He dries off and wraps a towel around his injured hand. He shouldn’t stain the carpet.
Master is out cold, that gives him a 30 minute window to fix this. He’d ask one of the other apprentices for help, but he hasn’t been able to get close enough to any of them to ask a favour like that.
They probably don’t want to bother Master, if she gets angry, a conflict between Nursefathers might follow. Guess it’s just up to him.
Where the hell would he find a whole mirror? How would he even set it up? He doesn’t have the resources or technical knowledge for this. What is he thinking?
Master is right, he’s grossly incompetent. He’s incapable of anything else than being a textbook and even fails at that.
He needs to stop lamenting his own stupidity! Fix this mistake, seeing as he’s too pathetic to face the consequences he called upon himself.
He wanders into the halls, hurried footsteps sounding in this usually empty space. He doesn’t like how loud they appear. Master’s a heavy sleeper, but…
He doesn’t finish that thought. Instead, he turns his attention to where he’s actually walking. By force of habit, he appears to have gone to the corridor of the Pinky.
… There’s too little time to go anywhere else, this is his only choice. There’s always been that underlying pity whenever he spoke to the inhabitants of this corridor.
He doesn’t like that. It makes him feel lesser. Not like he has a lot of pride to cling to anyway. He’s here begging for help, so they’re probably right to pity him.
It’s the best option he has. The two of you… mainly you, have been rather kind compared to the others. At least you’re the only apprentice who doesn’t actively avoid him.
He breathes in, then out. He raises a hand to knock, then drops it again. He breathes again, steadies himself and knocks.
He immediately regrets knocking, in part because he used his injured hand and it stings again. Mainly because he doesn’t want to ask this.
The door creaks open and he’s met by a rather exhausted looking face. It makes sense, between you constantly caring for your master and perfecting your blade, you probably don’t get much time for yourself.
He feels worse and worse about bothering you. But by now he’s gotten to a point where he can’t really stop anymore. He already made you open your door.
“Heathcliff… I’m afraid I must turn you away, my master wishes to be alone right now.”
He hesitates again, then speaks. “I ain’t here for her. I… I need your help.”
You lift your gaze up at him. Your eyes seeming to bore right through him.
“If my lowly self may be of any assistance, I am yours to wield.”
You have such an odd way of phrasing things. It’s charming, he supposes. You remain a mystery to him, a puzzle that just doesn’t seem to fit.
“Do— ugh, does this have to be so bloody embarrassing? Do you know if the mirrors here are all the same size?”
You tilt your head, of course, it is an incredibly strange thing to ask. There’s no reason to expect that you know the answer either, but he’s on a deadline that he’d rather not miss.
“Considering the nature of the House of Spiders, I doubt they would care for individual wants. Likely, everything we get is supplied in batches, if it does not come from one specific finger of course.”
He can barely contain himself… getting worked up over this, it’s pretty pathetic. Is he seriously still thinking these things? Get over it! You’re here now, so you’ve made your choice.
“Is that a yes?”
“There’s a chance. Why do you need to know this?”
He glances around awkwardly, at his hand, then immediately away again. You manage to pick up on that little hint and he thinks he sees your gaze soften. It’s hard to tell.
“My master doesn’t care much for her own reflection. I think we can part with a mirror.”
He mumbles out a word of thanks. How much does he owe you now? It weighs on him to be unable to repay you. There’s still that nagging feeling at the back of his mind.
“I assume you don’t have all too much time?”
“I’d like to be done quick, yeah. Best long before she wakes up.”
You swiftly pull him inside, followed by a yelp from him. He quickly covers his mouth, did he make that noise? He needs to stop acting like this over every minor behavior. Are those not what constitute him, a human being?
Does he even qualify as a human anymore?
“A hand please.”
He’s snapped out of that line of thinking. It suddenly feels stupid to have considered these things. He’s noticed you have a somewhat grounding effect on him.
“Of course.”
The usually empty halls are once again filled with hurried footsteps. Reaching the thumb corridor, you slow down and make as little noise as possible. No one appears disturbed.
In the bathroom, the two of you quickly start removing what remains of the mirror. With some effort, you manage to attach the new one. The shards are put into a bag that you’ll take away.
Before leaving, you take his hand, give it a good look, and wrap some bandages around him. Then you turn to leave, but pause and turn around again. You walk towards him and wrap your arms around him.
“From my master and myself, happy birthday. If you ever have time, you are welcome in my abode. Claim a day for yourself every so often.”
He flinches at the unexpected movement, then again when you actually touch him. Slowly, he raises his arms to wrap around you too. When he finally gets there, he holds you tightly, refusing to let go for a good few moments.
He doesn’t know how long he’s been holding you when he lets go. No further words are spoken. He watches you leave and then sits down.
If he’s ever getting out of here, he wants to take you with him. Maybe then he can give in return what you’ve given him.
[Blood smears cover the page, following with messy and shaky writing.]
"We.. haha... That was something. That was.. surely, something.. Yuri.. Aya.. they're both gone. We.. we failed. We didn't get the.. bough(?). We left empty-handed. We're failures. I'm not cut out for this. I.."
[The next part of the page is damp, most likely the fault of their tears.]
"Dying, over and over again. I had to watch the people around me die by my hands. Dante had to keep turning back the clock because .. because I.. because I had to go and ruin it. Why..? Why couldn't I hold back..? I'm sorry everyone.. I'm sorry.. I'm really sorry.. it's all my fault... It's all my fault we failed.."
"Gregor, he.. I feel bad for him especially.. having to relive past events that he'd rather not remember.. It's sad. And not even completing the mission? I.. I'm so sorry Gregor. I'm sorry."
"I need to beg Dante.. to not include me whenever we fight. I.. I don't want to fight anymore... I'm so useless. The only thing I can do is.. attack the wrong people.. my co-workers, and not the obvious enemies.."
"Three people showed up before we lost the bough.. they were the ones who took it, actually.. I think one of them is.. Gregor's mom.. another is Hong Lu's brother(?) or relative(?).. and there's also Yi Sang's old co-worker?.. I'm not sure.. I wasn't listening too well.."
"I.. don't know if I deserve to be on this team anymore. I don't know. I should've never accepted that contract. Are they ever going to be able to fulfill it? I.. I.. I want this all to end."
Polyamory is safe for work. Polyamory is safe for kids. Polyamory is safe for day time tv. Polyamory isn’t more sexual than any other relationship and it can be just as romantic, sweet, and healthy.
[The page is worn, obvious dried blood splatters on parts of the page.]
"..Decided to start writing in this thing. There's no reason to carry it around with me if I didn't at least use it."
"..Anyway, I got hired— or rather, I was like.. searched for? I don't even know if that's the right phrasing.. but I know they were looking for me, specifically."
"..I don't remember what I was doing before I was found. Last I remember, I was talking to my parents in their room.. and then.. next thing I knew, I was wandering the streets covered in blood. Then.. that blue eyed girl found me. Faust, was it? Made me sign a contract.. can't disclose that information here, probably. Ehh."
"Uniform is not exactly comfortable, but at least I look somewhat stylish. Anyway, enough about that... The other people on the bus."
"There's like.. 12 other people. Faust called us 'sinners'. Kinda like the title. Anyway, I notice that there's like.. some depressed guy, Faust, some very bright and yellow girl, a very threatening red eyed girl, some regular looking guy, fancy looking guy, guy who looks like he has relationship problems, some sailor girl, some like.. gambler girl, and two war veterans."
"Actually, addition. There's also a small girl who drives the bus and a color fixer as our guide. Great. This sounds fun."
"Oh, and there's also someone I recognize. Emil. I recognize him from Calw. We went to school together. I remember that. Probably should talk to him sometime, but I'm not too big on interacting with everyone... too afraid of hurting them, as I always have."
"..By the way, heard we were going to a forest next. Wonder if we're picking anyone else up. Most likely, yeah."
"Are they gonna be like.. sinner 15? Or like.. actually, I realized Emil's jacket's number was crossed out. It wasn't 10, it was 11. Are they gonna be the tenth sinner?"
Please read this because it is EXTREMELY important me (a transgender man) and to other trans individuals.
The US Government is currently trying to pass an incredibly dangerous national law for trans youth called HR 2616.
This bill would ban all Federally funded schools from teaching about gender identity or sexual orientation, prevent teachers from using the correct pronouns and names for trans students, remove books with any trans representation in them, and even go as far as to prevent teachers from acknowledging trans identity AT ALL.
Any school that does not follow this will lose all federal funding. This bill would also require teachers to forcibly out trans students to their families, which would be fatal to any trans student with a transphobic Family or just hateful family in general. Trans people are already a group that already has some of the highest rates of being victim to suicide, domestic violence, and sexual assault.
This bill actively makes teachers put those innocent children at such a big risk. This bill has rapidly passed the house this week with support from all 209 republicans, as well as 8 democrats. But, it's still being voted on in the senate, which means there is still time to help stop this.
To help stop this, you can visit 5calls.org (look up 2616 in the search bar), one of the most top issues filed Oppose Attacks on LGBTQ+ Students. Once you put in your general location, it will pull-up contact information for your senator, and give you a script for calling them.
If you are a minor and/or do not feel comfortable doing this, PLEASE repost this on here, or any other platform you are on/can find! This needs to be heard and fought against.
Take your time king! Hope the tough period settles soon for you 💙
Thanks for the follow-up! ^_^
I’m still stressed, but far less than before. In a few days I should be fine. I’ll start writing again then. Likely with a post some weeks from then.
It’s still likely that the first post will be Heathcliff’s birthday fic unless I suddenly get some huge inspiration for the request I’ve been busy with.
I’m assuming you’re the same anon as the first check-in at least, because no one else has referred to me as king baha.
It’s important to know that hijab is banned in schools in most of the european countries, such as france, belgium, switzerland etc. Millions of girls have to take their hijab off everyday in order to have access to education, and I am one of them. Please spread this as much as possible, it has become so normal here that I feel like a fool for even mentioning it, but I’m pretty sure it goes against the human rights. This senseless law has been on since 2004 and pretends that all the students have to be “equal” and it is prohibited to show that you belong to any religion, any religious sign must be set aside. However, most of us have to take our hijab off in schools where you can clearly see a christmas tree or a christian cross. “Yeah but it’s not the same”, they say. Tell me about double standards. I pray for days when we don’t have to chose between religion and education.
This, but don’t read the notes. It’s all just French people and/or Catholics going “I’m totally not racist or antisemitic, it’s just that I think that Xmas, a holiday celebrating the birth of Jesus, is secular, whereas a Muslim or Jew wearing a hijab or kippah is somehow forcing their religion on me by existing in public.” LOL
thank you for the warning because i have no energy to deal with islamophobia today, and YES. THIS. ALL OF IT. not to mention that a cross is something you can easily tuck under a shirt if necessary without compromising your values, whereas a muslim woman having to choose between her hijab and education (who will not be faulted for taking it off in the eyes of Allah SWT) absolutely is compromising her values. it’s disgusting
france, switzerland, belgium, quebec: do better. all of you
