(( Land Suggested by my Moirail! This is the land of their pony! ))
"Within this land resides a particularly cold hearted pony, her land consists of Frost and Coffee, ice-spires and spikes jut out from the ground across the land, the entire land is covered in a light powdery snow."
"There are also various pools of what seems to be steaming hot coffee through out the land, but the ice containing it never seems to melt or crack from the heat of said liquid substance. Waterfalls of the stuff can also be seen in the distance off of various ice-shelves."
"The said owner of this land, one Caffinated Sketches, resides in a large ice-castle near the center of the land, the moat around said castle is filled with what appears to be a thick black liquid, presumed to be coffee as well, but this substance seems to roil and bubble. More coffee seems to spill off of the side of each of the four turrets of the castle into the moat below."
(( Land Suggested by my Moirail! ))
"Upon arriving in this land the first thing you notice is how un-even and jagged the land is in some spots, almost as if the entire area was subject to countless explosions, the thick smell of fire is on the air mixed with the smell of gunpowder, off in the distance you see an explosion followed by smaller explosions, shards of gemstone rain down on the area surrounding the explosion."
"Closer inspection of the ground reveals that it is made of solid diamond. Various spires and constructs around the land appear to be also made of diamond, a few seem to be filled with a black granulated looking substance that you can only assume is gun powder, one loose flame or spark could spell disaster for one of these structures if not large chunks of the land."
"In the distance stands one pristine shimmering tower of cut diamond, seemingly cut into a towering rectangle, the bottom section of it seems to be darker than the rest, assumingly filled with more gunpowder, but the explosions that go off near it seem to have no effect on the tower it’s self as if a standing testament against the adversity of the area it’s self."
(( Land Suggested by my Moirail! ))
"Entering this land you are met with the beautiful sight of sunflowers towering over you leaning towards the sun, but that serene sight is quickly cut short by the sound of shouting and yelling quickly followed by the sounds of fighting."
"Wading through the sunflowers while attempting to stay on the path you eventually come to a blasted smoldering clearing, two armies are at war in the middle of this otherwise peaceful looking land, blood stains the ground, bodies lay strewn amongst the field."
"In the distance on either side are two forts seemingly locked in an endless conflict the battle ground consists of trampled and flattened sunflowers, their beauty and splendor cut low by the conflict of the two warring sides."
"Upon looking around more you notice that there are other factions and groups fighting and devastating the land with machines of destruction and war. It is only a matter of time before the entire land is reduced to nothing but a flattened land of war rendering the ‘Sunflowers’ part of it’s name redundant."
(( Land Suggested by my Moirail! ))
"As soon as you arrive the first thing you notice isn’t a sight but a smell, the pungent stench of alcohol is on the air, but impossible to tell any one kind in-particular."
"Looking around you see the land is made up squares, cubes to be exact, stacked up into various shapes, the trees are made in the same fashion, some standing by the corner of the blocks, the ‘leaves’ hanging off of the ‘branches’ are just smaller green cubes, the easiest way to describe the land is that it looks like it is made of pixels."
"Various pools of liquid dot the land-scape as well, they are most likely the source of the smell of the alcohol and liquor on the air, some seem to be swirling at a slow pace while others seem to be stagnant and immobile. You feel that by simply being in this land you’ll end up intoxicated by the fumes alone."
(( Land suggested by my Moirail! ))
"Arriving in this land you feel the heat of the roiling lava all around you, the pathway that twists through this heat blasted land is made of hardened magma rock, stepping on it makes it feel as if it sinks into the lava slightly making you think that the entire land is made of nothing but lava with chunks of magma rock floating for the only semi-solid ground."
"Looking about reveals entire mountains floating on top of this lava filled planet, molten magma and lava pours slowly down the side of one such mountain, further inspection reveals that you can see what seems to be houses floating upon the hardened magma rock as well with pathways stretching from the primary path to the house, other houses in the area weren’t as luck as they are seemingly sinking into the lava beneath them but one massive house made of a solid black purple material stands near the center of them all, the light from the lava reflecting off of the surface of it."
"All of the houses together as they are make the land look like a heat blasted village, various other pathways twist and wind into the mountains and volcanoes in the distance."
(( Land Suggested by my Moirail! ))
"Upon arriving in this land you can feel the heat of the barren desert bearing down upon you, the land seems rather barren aside from cactus and heat-waves in the horizon, the sky above is filled with gray thunder clouds that flash with lightning and emit a low rumble constantly giving the appearance as if it was about to rain, but any inhabitant of this land would know that it never rains here, only the occasional bolt of lightning that touches down in the sand instant solidifying it into a fragile lightning bolt shaped fulgurite structure."
"This land has all the usual environmental hazards that are present in a desert, stinging sand storms, heat and dangerous wild-life, but this land has the added bonus of random thunder and lightning storms with out all the rain. Dry lightning is a constant hazard and due to there being very little in the way of tall structures to attract it a smart adventurer would know not to stay in the open for very long."
"Various sand dunes and sandstone structures dot small areas of the vast desert offering very little shelter from the elements and the houses seem to be miles apart from one another making the journey in this land that much more treacherous."
(( Land Suggested by my Moirail! ))
"Entering this land you immediately feel a little uneasy at the sight… the ‘ground’ beneath your feet has a light pink color to it while the rest of the land is made of a substance that is a darker red color that almost seems to be pulsating and moving on it’s own."
"The ‘trees’ seem to be made of a similar substance, the trunks seem to shift and pulsate with the rest of the land that they are connected to, the branches that twist and wind together look almost like branches of a nervous system. The trunks of the larger trees look like they are made of muscle and tendons while the smaller ones are made of cartilage. The sight of the entire land as a whole is unsettling to look at, mounds of flesh dot the ground as well, the land it’s self seems to be radiating an equally unsettling heat."
"You can only assume the path you are standing on is also made of cartilage given that it doesn’t move or react to being stepped on or touched. There are few houses that seem to be made of the same thing."
"Looking around at the various trees you don’t notice any eyes on any of them yet you can’t shake that feeling of being watched.. almost as if the land KNOWS you’re there.."
(( Land suggested by my Moirail! ))
"Entering this land you can hear the grinding of gears and what can only be described as the clinking of bone on steel. Looking about you notice that the inhabitants haven’t noticed you yet… they stand a towering 9 to 12 feet tall (274 cm to 365 cm), they seem to be golems constructed of bone and gears, billows of steam and smoke pour out of the smoke-stacks that they seem grafted into, you can only assume that this is what is giving the colossal steel skeletons their life."
"Various towers of turning gears dot the land scape, trees made of bone with gears for joints jut out of the ground, it is impossible to tell if they grew that way or if the inhabitants constructed them."
"One tower in-particular stands out from the rest, one massive tower towards the center with a gigantic skull on top with gears in it’s eye sockets constantly turn towards one another, skeletal arms lay palm down on the ground out-stretched on either side of the gear like path that connect all of the small structures. Loud groaning and clicking of what sounds like bone on gear can be heard coming from the tower, closer inspection reveals there are clock like hands on the gears in the eyes."
"Just as suddenly a low groan can be heard coming from the tower as if metal straining and bending that is quickly followed by a loud chime of a bell that shakes the ground, the sound causes the inhabitants to look towards it for a moment before going back to what they were doing which is roaming the land idly. Various sizes and shapes of bone can be seen making up the ground outside of the gear like pathway. Lights constructed of bone topped off with a skull with light emitting from the eye sockets and mouth illuminate the path ways of this area."
"The sky is covered in a thick black smoke that chokes out any natural light, it can only be assumed that it comes from the colossal beasts and their towering structures that bellow out equally thick black smog into the air."
"The skull types vary from troll, to human to animal, it is impossible to tell if the inhabitants are friendly or hostile as they lumber about their steam work and bone fueled land"
(( Land suggested by my Moirail! ))
"Arriving here the first thing you notice is that you sink slightly into the ground at first, looking down you notice that it is only semi-solid and green in color with splotches of black and dark purple. The surrounding land seems to consist of pools of the dark blackish purple substance and attempting to walk through it only causes your foot to sink into it much faster than the other substance. You quickly find out it’s safer to stick to the path of the thicker mixed substance."
"Somehow flora and plant life has found a way to grow out here in this land of Tar and Slime, the roots and stems of the flora are a dark purple while the foliage is a light mucousy green, the same color as the path. You can only assume that you are walking through slime at this point… You see no huts or hovels, only rolling hills of tar with the occasional ‘oasis’ of thicker slime and random sink holes."
"This desert of a land is much worse than what a normal desert would be given it would be a slow death if you were to get caught in the tar."
"There is a distinct lack of life in this land aside from the flora and foliage. It is safe to assume that you are alone here…"
Title: Charcoal Eyes, Emerald Flames.
Art Credit: polkadot-creeper
Author: Me.
Length: 1276 words.
Fandom: Original Story. (GRIMM and [Unnamed story])
Characters: Lilith Ravencroft, Eris K. Lorenson and Emilia Nightingale.
Triggers: Emotional manipulation, possession, weapon mention.
Description: This is based around the Lily’s first encounter with Eris, as well as her reaction to when Emilia unknowingly brought her into her manor.
I started losing my writing muse at the end so I hope it’s okay—
This is also a part of an art/writing trade with scriptumprodigia! Also known as my sister Gaz! I hope they like it!
Title: Catharsis
Author: EloquentMxLoki
Length: 1161 words
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler)
Characters: Grell Sutcliff, Sebastian Michaelis, William T. Spears.
Triggers: Gender Dysphoria, Depression, Anxiety, Blood, Bodily Harm.
Description: This piece explores how Grell feels as a transwoman who is constantly misgendered and not offered any support. I felt it was important for me to write this but at the same time, I put so much into her and when she hurts in a way that is so familiar to me, I hurt too. I am a genderfluid person so this also reflects my experiences and is a very personal piece for me.
"There had only been three occasions when Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing cried."
A/N: Set just after Millennium's fall, written more or less for self indulgence and the chance to attempt angst again. First attempt at a Hellsing fic.
There had only been three occasions when Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing cried.
The first was shortly after the death of her father. At age 12, it was the first time the young Hellsing had ever truly cried with emotion pertained to sadness. If she remembered correctly, she’d locked herself away for at least a day, much to the chagrin of Walter, who was tasked with making sure she was well.
Much good that was, as the butler was nowhere to be found when her late Uncle Richard decided to take his jealousy into action and shoot her in cold blood.
But, as it so happened, it was his lack of appearance that had led her to seek shelter in the basement, and find and release the decaying corpse that had been left in there to stink and collect dust. Whether or not this was planned at the time, the girl had no idea, rather distracted by the pounding of blood in her ears as she drew her knees to her chin and shivered in fear. A dramatic burst, quick shot, and her blood was soon splattered none too neatly across the decomposing remains, fingers clutching at the bullet wound that had torn into the muscle of her arm.
From that moment things got a little hazy, the sound of slurping echoing loudly throughout the basement halls and she could’ve sworn the corpse had moved, lapping up the blood like a dog in the summer.
As it turned out she wasn’t suffering from delusions brought about by pain and blood loss. The corpse had definitely moved, dragging itself upright before tearing her uncle’s men to shreds.
She was uncertain whether it was fear or disbelief that had kept her pinned to her spot against the wall, as the gore unfolded before her in a mess of blurred movement and red. Perhaps it was the reality of the fact that the protection her father had left her was a monster, guzzling the blood of his slain with manic glee.
Or perhaps it was the fact that the monster had knelt before her, down onto one knee in a dignified bow and uttered the words ‘Are you well, Miss Hellsing’.
Perhaps it was a mix of it all, really. It wouldn’t be surprising.
Then she put a bullet in her uncle’s head and didn’t shed a tear.
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The second time was shortly after the Valentine Massacre, as it’d been dubbed.
The Valentine Brothers, Jan and Luke respectively, had torn through her mansion and its defences like a knife through warm butter, slaughtering her men and turning them into the hordes of undead used to do so. Of course the situation was dealt with as best it could, given the circumstances. Walter and Seras handled the younger brother and the newly risen of their agents, while Alucard dealt with the older brother, turning him into dog food after playing with him till bored.
Once her agents had been rendered inoperable it was her job as Commander to put them out of their misery, send them on their way from the physical hell their souls were forced into.
A single shot to the head of 86 of her men, and 86 coffins that now lay six feet under.
She felt something wet on her cheeks the day of the funeral.
It was ignored.
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The third time was by far the most memorable.
The war with Millennium was over, casualties on all sides numbered in the thousands, and the death toll in total went well into the millions. London had been burnt to the ground, the battle ground for the war between monsters and men. Her face of with The Major had left her worse for wear, a bullet spiked cleanly through her eye had silenced her vision, the dark patch blossomed with pain but she did not yield and she did not flinch. She was stronger than that.
And as Seras carried her out of the zeppelin’s hanger as it engulfed in flames, she still held strong, with not a glance back at the destruction as the fledgling carried her back to the ruins of her mansion and out of harm’s way.
For three days she didn’t flinch, baring cold indifference as London started to lick its wounds and recover from the devastation inflicted upon it. ‘The Zeppelin Affair’ they’d called it, nothing more than a terrorist attack that was stopped before the government was forced to go nuclear. Loose ends were tied and covers were laid. The people would never know of the truth that had occurred, and even if those paid off talked, who would believe them?
It was the fourth day when she broke.
She sat in her study; heaped towers of paperwork stacked neatly on the remains of her desk obscured her from vision from most angles of the room. Seras, who had taken on the duties of both the Hellsing’s trash disposal in her master’s absence, as well as the Butler (an idea of her own, she wanted to help her leader as much as she could), had walked graciously through the gaping hole that was once the door to her study, hands loaded with a tray of tea and a pack of cigars. Placing the tray on the small amount of space the desk permitted, the fledgling offered the Hellsing a sombre smile, removing the slightly chipped china and placing it in front of the paperwork laid out in front of her. The sweet aroma of Earl Grey proved effective, as she snapped her gaze upwards, bringing her out of the emotionless stupor she had been in moments before, staring off to space as she worried her pen between her fingers tips.
“It’s time for tea, Sir.”
“Thank you Seras.” her reply, as expected, was devoid of emotion as they had been since the war had ended.
Integra went to grasp the placed cup, hand outstretched to meet the warm surface, only to ungraciously knock the sweet contents all over the desk and her lap.
A startled gasp and the fledgling had already righted the cup, dabbing at her superiors lap with a cloth from her back pocket. She still hadn’t gotten used to the lack of depth perception that came with her injury, and it wasn’t a rarity that she would wear her drinks or walk into things.
“Sir Integra, you need to be more careful, perhaps I should hand you the tea next ti-“
She stopped in her tacks, words cut short as the subtle noise hit her ears. Such a noise would easily go unnoticed by a human, but her vampiric hearing played in handy as the fledgling look at her master in slight shock and obvious worry. Her face was downcast, hiding her eyes from view and her mouth was pulled in a tight line, bottom lip quivering ever so slightly.
“Sir…?”
Another quiver and the dam broke. Tears rolled down her cheeks and seeping through the bandage pulled tightly over her eye. It burned painfully and she grits her lip till her teeth had surely bruised, the taste of copper filling her mouth.
Integra cried.
Openly, the sobs made her strong frame rock and the fledgling could only stare as the infamous ‘Iron Maiden’ sobbed at her desk.
Standing hesitantly, Seras gently pushed her hair from her face, careful of the bandages, and tilted her face upwards ever so slightly. The image of fragility she was greeted with was unknown and strange on the young woman’s features, and the vampire felt tears of her own pick and threaten at the corner of her vision.
Gloved fingers grip tightly onto the fledgling’s arms as she steadied herself, allowing herself the stored up sorrow, Integra continued to cry freely. Loud and ugly, the events of the last four days caught up with her. Betrayal of the one she trusted the most, the deaths of her men, and the death of the No Life King himself. It washed over her like a storm, flowing freely down her cheeks as she let loose undignified sobs that caught in her throat in ugly noises and chokes. She cried till she couldn’t, till the tears could no longer fall and her throat was raw. Seras had joined her at some point, resting her head atop the others as she held her against her chest, her own tears slightly dampening the others hair.
Eventually exhaustion caught up, and the young Hellsing’s grip had loosened, her good eye puffy from tears and tiredness as she stared blankly at the tattered remains of her office wall, head resting heavily against the fledgling’s breast as she combed her fingers through her hair.
Running her fingers one last time through the others long locks, Seras gently lifted the others head from her chest, offering a meek smile at the others sad and tired stare. She ran her thumb across her slightly damp cheek.
“Sir, we need to change those bandages now, and clean your wound. We don’t want to risk infection.” Her words were softly spoken, and Integra merely offered a heavy nod in agreement, far to worn for protest.
After a bandage change, pain relief, and a hot bath the fledgling prepared her, she changed into her nightclothes and fell into a heavy sleep in the remains of her room, Seras keeping guard as usual.
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The next day came, and the previous amount of paperwork was handled with cold indifference. The events of the previous day were never spoken of again, a silent agreement that needn’t be said between the two.
There had only been three occasions when Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing cried.
Rating: M for Mature Content, such as emotional trauma and various deaths and blood in later chapters, etc.
Summary: "I will protect her!"
A/N: Self-Indulgent and heavily begged for after a conversation of theorising with Gaz about Ciel’s mental state if he wasn’t able to save Lizzy when she was drowning in Kuroshitsuji II Episode 2.
It’s a short chapter, I know. The next one might be longer!
POSSIBLE TRIGGERS INCLUDE: Drowning, emotional trauma, asphyxiation.
Rating: T - Implications of sexual acts, minor violence, blood
Ship: Junkiri - Junko/Kirigiri
Summary: "It was like she was marking her territory, painting the detectives skin in crimsons and blues for everyone to see she had been there. For the world to know that the girl was hers, from her neck; to her lips and to other places it wouldn’t see."
A/N: Written for my sister Tashi, as promised. Based around a conversation we had about Junko and possessive biting
Cherry red blood that would spill from the violet-haired girls mouth and she would lap up like a dog, much to the other’s disgust.
It didn’t happen often, much to the detective’s thankfulness, as she was constantly on the receiving end with bites and bruises that littered her lips and marked her neck in the most obvious of places. The model would graze her teeth none too gently across her jugular, drawing thin, delicate lines of red that broke free the faint smell of copper. She’d bite down against her collarbone, bruising pale flesh in bursts of blue and purple.
It was like she was marking her territory, painting the detectives skin in crimsons and blues for everyone to see she had been there. For the world to know that the girl was hers, from her neck; to her lips and to other places it wouldn’t see.
Much to the other’s disapproval.
Another coating of the cherry red cover, the model flashes herself a grin in the bathroom mirror, flicking her hair across her shoulder with a dramatic flair that she carried with all her actions. A quick onceover, she blows herself a kiss before stepping out of the small, compact bathroom. Gliding her hand over the door frame and leaning against it with a loud sigh as a declaration of her being done.
Baby blue meet lilac, and she grins without hesitation. Cocky and full of herself she walks around the shorter girl who owned the unmistakable lilac hues, before settling with her hands on her shoulders as her manicured nails dig slightly into the worn leather of the other girl’s jacket. A breathy sigh against the others ear as she leans her weight against her back, nuzzling into her hair as the distinct smell of gunpowder and lavender fill her senses.
“Sorry I took so long Kyouko, darling~ You would not believe how hard it is to find a good red to suit my tone~”
Her words drip with sweetness, a tactic she often used to suck up to Kyouko after one of their more… brutal events. It never really worked however, as she shrugged her off without hesitation, prying the fingers from her shoulders and turning on her heel to face her. The obvious swelling of the girl’s lower lip was splashed a deep shade of purple, and the attempts at covering it up had done little to do so, as she was far less skilled than the model when it came to makeup.
With a hardened glare and a slight frown, Kyouko sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as the model grinned apathetically back at her. The smug look never leaving as the detective clasped the cold steel around her right wrist, before doing the same to the left of her own.
It had become a routine, so to speak. The model would taunt and tease while the other would clasp the handcuffs firmly to her wrist, securing the other half to her own before Junko would, without fail, brush away the hair that framed her face and kiss her softly on the lips she bruised hours before.
It was always tender, in an almost loving fashion, and it was acts like this that would confuse her greatly, leaving her pondering for minutes before the model would break with a comment that accented her usual self.
And without fail, the model pushed back the shorter girl’s fringe, free hand cupping her cheek as she pressed her lips to hers in a soft kiss. It was brief, as it always was, and she pulled away still baring that smug grin, which had softened ever so slightly. Just enough that a trained eye would pick up on, and the detective’s frown deepened, before she brushed the girls hand away as she did before.
At this point they would leave, the blonde following behind as she went about her daily tasks around the Future Foundations office building, having been left in the girl’s guard as she awaited trial for all the things she had done.
But today Kyouko broke ritual.
“Why do you do that?”
Her words are cold per her nature, and they catch the model off guard, who dons a frown that matches the detectives own. Her eyes flicker ever so slightly and lock onto lilac securely, having lost the previous spark of mischief they held moments before. Several weighted seconds pass aimlessly, staring into the other’s eyes without waver; before the model’s own soften and a smile equally as soft blooms across her features. Her words are lacking the false sweetness from before, but the usual underlining manipulation they bare as well. They’re sincere, sweet; a tone the detective had only heard her use with her sister a few times before.
“Because I love you.”
Silence falls the minute those words leave her lips, and the detective stares at the smile on the other’s features; at the baby blue eyes that held the feeling a mass murderers should not. She turned her eyes downcast, breaking the contact before flicking towards the door, avoiding the other’s.
“Oh.”
Her voice is as clear as it was when she asked her question, unfaltering and emotionless, and the model sighs lightly, before clasping her hand in hers, handcuff clinking loudly against its pair and the usual air of smugness returns to her features.
“And you look cute when you’re confused.”
And there fell the usual comment that would break her confusion, and with a roll of her eyes the detective walked towards the door, pulling the other girl with her sharply as she swiped her key card and pulled the other through the door with her, hands still interlocked firmly with no movement to break on either end.
Cherry red nails contrasting with the deep purple of her gloves nicely.
