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writing blog timeeee!

I actually got inspired by my friends writing blog @necr0nym, who's also @/theincrediblenightcrawlerr!!! CHECK EM OUT. MA BEST FRIENDO WHO IS LIKE SUPER COOL.

Anyway, request are welcome! Please im so bored I need to do something. Really really bad. PLEASE. I will do anything other then NSFW, but yk gore is allowed to if you want me to write stuff like that. Anyways thanks byeeeeee!

#liv talks #pinned post

Chapter two is out!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Hehehe I made a fic for Madison

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is forsaken echos chapter 3 not published or just not on the blog? or am i not very smart an missed it 3 times.

OOP- okay, so this is my bad T-T Chapter three IS as a matter of fact, published! I just never actually posted it onto tumblr. Again, this is my bad! I just forgot! If you want to read the third chapter then you can just hop onto the ao3 link!

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𝕼𝖚𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓 | 𝕸𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖊 𝕷𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖈 𝕺𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖘, 𝕮𝖍. 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊

Chapter three chapter three, what's it gonna be?

AO3 Link here:

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°•○FORSAKEN ECHOS○•°

°•○Chapter five○•°

Tw: panic attack(?)

#writing #my ocs #painter pressure #pressure #pressure fanfic #pressure oc #pressure roblox #oc writing #sebastian pressure #sebastian solace

°•○Forsaken Echos○•°

°•○Chapter Four○•°

Tw: Mentions of blood. Divider credit goes to @/strangergraphics

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○●Forsaken Echos○●

°•○Chapter two○•°

TW: Mentions of death, gore, and blood

Divider credit goes to: @/strangergraphics

#my oc #writing #oc writing #painter pressure #pressure oc #pressure fanfic #pressure roblox #pressure

•○Forsaken Echos○•

°•○Chapter One○•°

TW: Mentions of blood, angst, and cursing [divider credit goes to: @strangergraphics]

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my thoughts on I saw the tv glow and my own identity

SPOILERS YALL.

It is currently 10:56 pm. Today after school I thought it would be a good idea to have kids watch this movie for pride month. Not a lot of people showed. But that's not what we're really here for. When I first watched it, I thought it was going to be more of a coming of age story with a happy end. But I was wrong. Instead I was met with a movie that felt like it had so much raw emotion into it, something that made me uncomfortable, but comforted me at the same time. There was so much to relate to, and every scene felt like a picture, a piece of art to be captured. I remember Owen saying "something is wrong with me." And it hit me hard. Because I know I can relate to it. At the very end, when She screams that she's dying, and calls out "Mommy" it... scared me at first. But as I'm writing this, it makes me want to cry. Once it was done, I felt shakey, and I was trying to process it all. Now I lay down and look at what everyone was saying, what the movie was truly about, makes me cry for what feels like hours, but it's only been half of that. I have never cried like this unless it is something so horrible, or something so heartwrentching that it hurts so much. But that is what this movie is leaving me to be. I don't like my body. I never have. Some days it feels like mine, but other times... sometimes nothing feels real. I'm not sure who I'm even supposed to be. I just say I'm pan because I feel like... that IS what I am. But maybe I'm also gender fluid? But... I don't want to be anything? Maybe I just don't go by anything then. But that doesn't fit either. My identity is a puzzle, and some days I think I'm missing that piece. Yeah, I'll forget about it for some time, but then I go back to searching for it. I'm still missing that piece, and this movie helped me realize that. I still have time to figure it out. I honestly agree how some say its a tragedy. Because it is. The horror is the fact that you are stuck inside a body that isn't yours, stuck in a place where you can't be yourself, and I feel the exact same way, especially being myself. But the best part about this movie, is that it is fiction. The best part is that when you feel like this, there are people out there who feel the same way, and want to help you. You can have a support system, and it doesn't have to end in a tragic way. This movie was beautiful in the most saddest ways, but still beautiful.

#i saw the tv glow #gender identity #on writing

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Slasher!gambit Au Part 3

Tw: gore/abuse mentions

Shane had been sitting in his room, his knees up to his chest against the wall. His wings were covered in bandages because of an injury inflicted by his father a while ago. ‘He never meant to…’ he thought to himself. He could never blame his dad. He knew it was hard. Especially now that his mom’s gone. It was hard for both of them. But Shane remained strong. He wanted to, for his dad. Even if he’s frustrated all of the time. Maybe one day, it will change. More time would pass as he sat. Seconds would turn into minutes and minutes would turn into hours. He was starting to get worried. He looked at the clock to see what time it was. Seeing that the time was 3:00 am, it made him more worried, and even scared. “He should’ve been back by now… he’s never this late, he makes sure of it.” He would stand up and look at the door, then at the window. He knew both were locked, but he didn’t want to anger his dad. He would contemplate for a bit before saying “Screw it!” and breaking the door handle with his super strength. Running out and immediately flying high in the air. It was difficult to fly. He hadn’t done it in a while and he was still injured. But he managed. During his flight he saw someone running on top of the roofs, laughing and having fun. They seemed to have a coat on, along with a staff. Huh, interesting. He would also fly above a fancy highschool with dorms and simi-bright lights. He would smile at that, thinking it looked pretty. After six more minutes he would stop and sit down. Sighing and looking towards the ground. He needed to find him. He could be hurt. He doesn't want anyone to get hurt again. That's when He heard it, an ear piercing scream and laughter. He immediately got up and flew to the noise, his wings, arms, and hands glowing brightly. Eventually he found what he was looking for. The abandoned warehouse. He would run to all of the possible entrances, but they were all blocked. Noticing that his breathing was out of control, he would take some deep breaths and calm down. Flying up to the roof to see if he could enter through there. Most of it was already collapsing into the building, working perfectly in his favor. He would grunt a bit flying down, landing with a soft thud. It was dark so he made little orbs of light dance around the abandoned place from the palms of his hands. “Hello? Is anyone here?” He would ask, turning around. He saw someone sitting against the wall. Tilting his head He would walk closer. Looking down, he saw a… blood? He would softly gasp and run. Once he was about six feet away. Looking in horror and shock. It was his dad, stab marks all over him with his hands pinned over his eyes. He would stay silent for a moment, before speaking quietly. “... Dad…?” Nothing. He shook his head and ran over, grabbing his little lights and placing them on Cole to try and heal his wounds, Crying as he did. “Dad, this isn’t funny! Y-you can stop now!” Nothing. His dad was too far gone. Shane couldn’t believe it. “Dad, stop it! You’re scaring me!” Still complete silence. His breathing would quicken again and he would grab his shoulders, gently shaking him and yelling. “DAD STOP! JUST SAY SOMETHING PLEASE!” No matter how much he asked there wasn’t anything. He would start to sob and gasp for breath, his wings, arms, and hands now glowing a bright blue and grey. Clutching at his dads shirt and falling to the ground, he would shout again. “D-DON’T L-LEAVE ME H-HERE A-ALONE!” Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He still had hoped… but now he was reduced to a crying mess. The blood of his dad all over his hands.

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Part 3 continued

Remy would stand to the side watching. Not believing that the very man who hated mutants, even killed them, had a son. Nothing was ever said about him, no one even knew about the little boy. So it was a complete shock to see him here. How did he even find this place!? He would snap out of it and slowly walk over. Crouching near him. “Hey petit… are… are ya gonna be ok?” The boy would flinch a bit and move away from the masked figure, shaking. “W-WHO ARE Y-YOU? D-DID YOU D-DO THIS!?” He would try to wipe his tears, but more blood smeared all over his face, then he would clutch at his hair, grabbing it with extreme force. “H-HE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING W-WRONG! W-WHY!?… H-HE DIDN’T DESERVE T-THIS!” he would glow a mix of bright red and bright blue, looking angry at Remy. He would back up from the kid and raise his hands. “Look, de police are comin’’ soon. Jus’... wanted ta let ya know… be careful.” Shane would stare at him, before turning back to his dad and letting go of his head, going over to hug Cole, talking quietly. “Dad… please… I… I need you… please don’t go…” Remy would slowly put his hands back down and walk away. Going to leave the building. He would look back at the abandoned warehouse, the sounds of screaming and crying replaced with silence. The wind gently ruffled the nearby trees. His hair ever so slightly moving with it. Just looking for a few minutes, deciding to wait for Shane to leave. More time would pass until he would hear the sirens coming his way. He would run to the shadows, turning off his mask and sighing. It wasn’t too long until he saw the little boy fly out from the top of the building, looking around and taking off. With the heavy weight of guilt on his shoulders, he would make his way back home. Making little noise, just as before.

Hurt

No one really tells you how to deal with your feelings like this. No one prepares you for your parents to leave. No one tells you how mad and angry you feel at both parties. How much resentment you have. Sometimes you forget it, then sometimes they still act like they're in love and everything seems normal. But once something bad happens or when they're screaming at you, you remember. It can even be at quiet or loud moments where you don't think you'll think about it. But you do. They still act normal and it's frustrating. They act like they don't care at all. No one checks up on you and asks if you're doing ok with the whole thing, it even feels like the school psychiatrist doesn't care. They just talk and dismiss you like you're nothing. They have there own lives to go about. They're there to get paid. No one ever cares. Not even when you yell at one parent to stop touching you and they don't stop. They never listen. They forget you're a kid. They tell you themselves. They don't see that they're the reson you hate everything, or that you hate yourself. They'll never see that. Because they don't care. Because one of them calls you a bitch and other insulting names and the other never defends you. No one has ever defended you. It's hard. I'm sick of it. It hurts... so much.

#writing #Ranting #liv writes #Sorry yall. Had an argument with my parents and currently locked myself in a bathroom #Happy Easter I guess? Yaaaay

Slasher!gambit Au Part 3

Tw: gore/abuse mentions

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Shasher!gambit AU part 2

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Cole was laughing to himself on the way home. Thinking about all the ‘bad’ people he hurt back, just like how they hurt his city. Mutants are a plague that needed to be destroyed, and he’s happy to be the man to do it. What he didn’t know was that he was being followed. Not yet anyway. Not until HE wants him to. After a few more minutes of walking, and in Remy’s case stalking, He would take action. Throwing a rock near an abandoned building to get Cole's attention. It works as his head snaps to the noise, putting a hand on his holster and slowly walking. It seemed to be a warehouse, worn down and broken. A pink glow coming from the inside. He would grunt and run to the building. Grabbing his gun and holding it out. But the glow was gone. He would look in confusion and shake his head, moving around defensively. Whatever it was, it was probably another one of the stupid mutants. Remy was high on the support beams, watching, waiting, planning. He would chuckle quietly to himself just thinking about it. But it wasn’t one that was filled with warmth, it was one that was as cold as ice, Sharper than his own blades and cards. It would send a shiver down anyone's spine, even if they were the strongest person in the world. He would walk on the beams and grab one of his blades, loudly bangging it and laughing that same cold one he had a few seconds ago. Cole would flinch and aim it towards Remy’s direction, but no one was there. He would shake a bit and look around wildly, getting frustrated at his toying. “WHO’S THERE!? SHOW YOURSELF YOU DAMN COWARD!” Remy would laugh at the man's yelling, knowing that he hasn’t even done anything yet. His mask would change from a glowing pink dimond symbol to a glowing spade. Taking out one of his cards he would charge it and throw it quickly, not directly hitting him, but close enough to make Cole jump. “Heard o’ lot about ya, Monsieur McKenny.” He would turn again and shoot at the air, thinking he might be there. But he wasn’t. It was like his voice was bouncing off the walls. “Word on da streets say ya murder mutants. Beat dem ta death. Steal people's money. Ya lie an’ cheat ta get ya way.” Remy would throw another card, even closer to Cole this time, making him yelp and groan in frustration. “So what!? People lie and cheat all the time! Sure you’ve done it!” Remy would chuckle again “Oh ah have. But de difference between ya an’ me is dat ah don’t kill people just because. Ah kill fo’ a purpose. This time he didn’t miss, intentionally grazing Cole’s arm. He would scream in pain and clutch at it. “See, ah kill people like ya, McKenny. People the world don’ need. Ah’m here to take ya out.” He would jump down with grace and land on his feet. Making Cloe turn around and hold up his gun again, ready to shoot. But Remy was too fast, charging a card and throwing it at him, the gun exploding in his hand. He would scream again and back away, looking at him with a mix of anger and fear. “W-WHO ARE YOU!?” Remy would keep laughing. “Oh? Ah haven’ introduced maself, apologies” He would then do a little bow, cards in one hand and a knife in the other. “Ahm de ace o’ spades shasher.” All the anger Cole had was gone, and replaced with full on fear. He would attempt to run away, screaming. But Remy had blocked off all the exits and blew up the door he came in. The only way out was through the roof, which was nearly impossible unless you had a rope or could fly. Remy would run at him and kick Cole’s legs, making him fall and continue scrambling away. But It was already too late. Deep down he knew. He was done for. He was going to die, and Remy was just playing with his prey.

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Shasher!gambit AU part 2

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Slasher!gambit Au Part one

we have been inspired by a friend and I remembered this au existed so now we're gonna write about it!

It was a hot and humid summer night in New Orleans, for Eliza, it was the perfect time to steal from unsuspecting tourists. Though she was told to stay low and out of trouble from an incident, She wasn’t one to listen. ‘What’s the worst that could happen?’ She thought to herself. So she would just walk around and hide in the shadows. Meanwhile, a man named Cole, or better known as officer McKenny, was hiding his son inside his room, locking the door. No one could know that he had a disgusting creature for a kid. He didn’t even know how his son got to be like that. Him and his wife were never mutants, so how could he? It doesn’t matter. He has to put more of those freaks in prison, they shouldn’t be on this planet, and he’ll find a cure for his son. No one really knew this about officer McKenny, but he was known as one of the corrupt cops. Not by his colleagues, but by other law breakers. He gets paid handsomely for whatever the people want him to do. Hell, he's even killed for it. His known reputation caught a certain Cajun’s eye. Remy had always hated people like McKenny, killing innocent lives for money, not to mention the obvious prejudice he had against mutants. The World doesn't need More Coles around. He was snapped out of his thoughts By his Girlfriend Melanie. She was a wonderful woman, the most beautiful and kind-hearted person he knew, and he wouldn’t trade the world for her. He would do absolutely anything she asked, buy her the most extravagant things, even when she said she didn’t need it. “Mon Amour? You alright?” Remy would smile at his lover. “As good as ever Ma Chėre! Was jus’ lost in ma thoughts!” Melanie would chuckle and grin at him, holding his hand. “If you say so! We’re almost at the little bakery I told you about!” “well ah bet de baking isn’t as good as mine!” He add’s with a playful tone, making Melanie laugh more. “Of course not love, nothing beats your beignets!” With that final note they would end up at a little bakery on the corner of a street. Remy would open the door and do a little bow, making Melanie playfully slap his arm and walk inside. But both were met by a lady yelling at a boy with black hair, dark skin with vitiligo, and heterochromia. He looked annoyed at the consistent berating from the customer. “Ma’am I told you before, we don’t sell coffees…” The lady was about to say something else before Remy cleared his throat. “Der a problem here miss?” The lady would glare at him “There is! This dumb boy won’t sell me a simple latte! They’re a bakery! They should have coffee!” The boy would groan and hold the bridge of his nose, looking at them with an unamused expression. For a split second his pupils seemed to change. Must have been the trick of the light. “Mais… If dey don’ sell coffee den dey don’ sell it. Ah can’ see da problem” the lady would yell a bit and just stomp out. The boy would sigh and chuckle “sorry you had to see that folks, what can I get you?” Melanie smiled and walked closer to the counter. The bakery was small but cozy, with the lights casting a warm yellow glow over the comfy dark purple chairs and mahogany tables. There was even a little spot with a nook of books and soft plush pillows. “We’ll have some beignets and… oh! How about some strudels?” Remy laughs and nods “oui, sounds about right” The boy smiles. “I’ll get those right away for you!” He smiles as he goes to the back to grab them their baked goods. While the two were talking amongst themselves and waiting, Eliza would sneak in through a window in the back and slowly walk behind the counter, and grab as many things as she could. Remy would take notice and try to say something, but that was before the boy rushed in with a broom and cursed at her in German, making her cackle and run off. “To slow Micah!” the boy, who was now confirmed to be Micah, would flip her off and huff. Setting the broom down and getting Remy and Melianes food.

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“Again, sorry about that. She’s just… a nuisance that comes in from time to time.” Remy Would smirk a bit and shake his head. “Well ya seem to know her well enough to let her take things from ya…” Micah sighs and hands them the baked goods “Unfortunately, She’s ok… pays me in due time. Just gets annoying when I have customers come in and see it.” Melaine would open the little container full of strudels and eat one, a content expression on her face. “Well I can see why she would get your food! It’s incredible!” He grins and laughs a bit. “Thanks! It's all made from scratch by my Tante!” Remy and Melaine look at each other in confusion. Micah would see this and explain “Tante means auntie in German! Sorry about that!” Remy chuckles “Non it’s ok! Don’ got nothin’ to apologize fo’! Learn something new everyday! Ya know ah got a friend thats German, real nice guy.” Micah hum’s in response. “That's pretty neat. I hope you folks enjoy your day!” They wave and start to walk out. But before they could exit, a man in a police uniform would walk in with a bit of a glare. Remy recognised him… his target. He would glare back and quietly scoff. Earning him a snear from McKenny. Micah would look uncomfortable by his presence, tensing and backing up. Melaine would Look at Remy with a grin that would quickly fall from her face. She knew that look. She knew what he was planning. She would gently elbow his side, making him huff and walk out with her. Both would walk in silence for the rest of the time. After a few minutes Melaine would speak up. “Remy you promised me no killing for a week.” Remy would groan loudly, Like a child would when being told no. “Chėre! Ah can’ help it! Besides, did ya see de man?” She would shake her head and sigh. “Of course Amour, but… there will always be people like him” “People dat kill fo’ no damn reason” He would add sharply, earning a glare from Melaine. “There isn’t any reason to curse… I understand your frustration but killing isn’t always the right way to go about things.” Remy would groan again and sigh just like her. Before putting on a charming smile “Ya righ’ ya righ’... no killin’ fo’ a week… ah promised after all.” Melaine gave a small smile and kissed his cheek. “Glad to hear it. Now let's go home.”

Slasher!gambit Au Part one

we have been inspired by a friend and I remembered this au existed so now we're gonna write about it!

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