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Carl has a secret that's tall, dark, and martian. Aka, what if Superman joined the crawl and knew Carl?

Wanna read something as part of my Dungeon Crawler Carl x Superman au? Or just read something I’ve written? Look no further, up up and way!

#i’m insane #kid writes #fanfic #alternative au #superman x dcc #fanwork #dungeon crawler carl #superman 2025 #superman #briefs and a red cape au

Galaxy Ranger Mydei Oneshot - Crash Landing

Based on the post by @i-bring-crack I rotated it too much in my head and now it's cooked into an actual plot post. Anyway read Mydei's crash landing and him meeting the five dumbasses of the Kremnoan Detachment. Additional notes are at the bottom of the post. Also after cross posting it I found out this is 3000 words long I did not expect that. Content warnings: Death and resurrection, Swearing

.. -. …- .- -.. . .-. / ..-. .-. --- -- / - …. . / … - .- .-. … --..-- / -.. . … - .-. ..- -.-. - .. --- -. / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / .-. . .. --. -. Destructive Path Energy Detected. Employing Countermeasures Firewall Breached: Isolating Operating Systems Operating Systems Compromise Y̴̭̕ ̸̨͔̌̍O̶̺̿ ̴̢̫̆Ú̶͇̺ ̸̻̠̋͂ ̴̻̜́͠A̴̱͐͠ ̶̡̞͗̓R̷̮̳̀́ ̴̦̱͑E̶͍̊ ̴̛̺ ̴̧̹̎N̴̢̯̊ ̵͈͘͝Ò̵̥ ̵̰̥̏̉T̸̪̳́ ̷̭̤̾̌ ̴͎̅̋W̶̢̐͊ ̴̗̺́Ȅ̶͖̅ ̴̰͓͋͋L̷̢͕̇̕ ̵͙̇C̵̢̬̈́ ̴̟̌͘O̵̺͒ ̴̫̲̚M̴͇̔͠ ̸̣̚Ẻ̶̬͕ ̶̗̃ ̶̘͍͌̔H̴̯͓̓͊ ̸͉̏ͅE̴̢̐ ̶̢̥̽Ȑ̷̭̇ ̵͚͎͛̾Ȅ̴̬̉ ̴͖͊ ̶͚͘K̵̟̈ ̶͈͝Ḭ̴͚̏̔ ̶͉͉͗͗Ǹ̷̞͠ ̵̭̬͒Ṡ̵͙̭͋ ̴̩̎L̶̡̂̿ ̵͎̑̄A̵̱̟͠ ̶̯̮́̃Ÿ̴̤̉ ̴͎̂̕E̵̱͑ ̵̻̌̒R̴̬̾̌ --. .-.. --- .-. -.-- / - --- / …. . --..-- / - …. . / ..- -. -.. -.-- .. -. --. / …. ..- -. - . .-. Mydei gasped awake, icy water flooding his lungs and setting him on another 3 minute timer before his next death. He'd been trapped in the flooded ruins of his ship for too long. He could feel blooms scratching his veins and choaking his arteries. Blossoms clogged his lungs and throat where they lay choaked by water. He lost count of his deaths long ago, but his claws had finally pierced the outer shell. Dragging himself free, he wrestled with the water around him. An eternal abyss stretched around him on all sides. He could barely make out the shape of the ship behind him, still sinking into the void. He called on his Mark. Beneath him, a flurry of foes, but above, the enemies petered out. That was where up was. He didn't have much time to swim before his body gave out on him, or he encountered a creature investigating the wreck. No doubt many of the foes he detected would be interested in a lone human drowing in the deep. He began to drag himself towards the surface, even as his lungs burned and blooms clawed their way out of his mouth. His vision grew blurry and... shit no don't lose focus now! He could feel his blooms shiver and crystalise in his veins. Let Yaoshi's curse be merciful and give him enough strength to swim for air next time. … --- .-.. .. - .- .-. -.-- / .-.. .. --- -. --..-- / -.-. --- -- . / …. --- -- . / - --- / -.-- --- ..- .-. / - …. .-. --- -. . Never Again Mydei wrung water out of his hair and coughed up another dafodill. A couple shards of blood accompanied the bloom and he grimaced. Just because he couldn't die for good, didn't mean that it wasn't a miserable experience. The obsidian beach he found himself on was completely adandoned, and the forest that bordered it would have probably been covered in creepy fog in a dramatic movie. Looking out over the icy waters he had barely managed to clamber out of, Mydei groaned. This was no at all how he thought his landing on the strange planet would go. Amphoreous, the planet that didn't quite exist. His Hunt for the Garden of Recollection had led him here, where the last Memokeeper he had interrogated had spoke of orders surrounding the planet. It seemed not even they knew it's complete nature.

"If you heard something we should be on guard. It could be anything from a stray Titankin to the Black Tide." one of the other voices reasoned, and Mydei could hear them all shift their grips on their weapons. That wouldn't be good for him. He would have to fall further back in his tailing. Once they were clear of the forest and nearer to civilisation, he would be able to leave them be and continue on his own. He needed to find a good landmark to hide his combat suit as well. He didn't know how the people of Amphoreous would react to a stranger from the stars in their lands. It was better to go incognito than risk being hunted. It would interfere with his mission. Find what the Garden of Recollection was looking for and either take it for himself, or destroy it before they could get to it. They walked for another half hour or so. The men continued their idle chatter, though pausing every once in a while to listen out for threats. Cute, but Mydeimos had training to stop himself from making noise while walking no matter the terrain, and his boots were made especially for the act. "Hey guys I'm taking a piss break. Can we take five?" one of them interrupted, inching off to wander into the forest. Mydei silently huffed to himself. "Stay close, you don't know what's in there," warned the reasonable one. He was cautious, and the most likely to be the group leader. "Yeah don't get caught with your pants down!" crowed the thinner blonde. He immediately fell onto the ground, stretching out leisurely. The least physically able of the five then. Especially since the one who had obvious medical supplies - and dark blue hair, curious - hanging from their pack immediately went to checking on him, and scolding him when it seemed everything was fine. "I'll have snacks ready for when you return," hummed the quiet one, who took out a string instrument from their pack and began tuning it. A musician then. He would be popular for moral in that larger army they spoke of. "The Detachment". Mydei shifted down into the underbrush, crouching low and under a couple ferns so he could stay hidden, should any of the men look towards him. It shouldn't take the energetic one much time to return to the group. He wandered far enough to be out of sight and he couldn't be heard over the chatter of the group, but considering his earlier comment on hearing Mydei's growl, he should be cautious enough to stay close to the camp. And since he left camp on the opposite side from where Mydei was watching, there was no risk of them crossing paths-

#honkai star rail #hsr mydei #au idea #hsr au #kid writes #mydeimos #galaxy rangers #galaxy ranger Mydei #kremnoan detachment #kid thinks #hephaestion #ptolmey #leonnius #peucesta #perdikkas

Obey Me-ow

All brothers x gn!MC

Words - 1019

Content warnings - pure fluff and lolz

Prompt/inspiration - none

Summary - You are having a normal day with the demon brothers when suddenly they all started saying “meow” instead of words.

NOTE - This was written by my 11yr old. I did not edit it outside of creating paragraphs.

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You got up one morning and got dressed, it was the weekend so you got to stay at the House of Lamentation today. You were excited, Beel was on cooking duty today and although it always took him forever to cook cause he kept eating all the food before he could get it to us, and then had to try again, whenever Beel managed to finish it always tasted the best. Maybe that was cause he likes food so much so he wants it to taste extra good? That’s what you thought anyway.

ice and honey - secret songbird 2019

happy holidays !! for my secret songbird i got the wonderful, amazing @dwarnian !! i love hanging out with you on the hadestown discord. you are always infinitely sweet and you always comment on my writing which makes my heart soar. to quote oli, “nothing but respect for my grandpa piss.” love you lots you wonderful human and enjoy a lil modern fluff thing of the kiddos (feat. an oc i hope you don’t mind adhjfhdbfjka)

-Kiz

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gods he was so warm. how in hell was that even possible? it was practically thirty degrees out there. yet, here was her poet, warm as the sunlight of spring.

she pressed her face to his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his. the life of the city park was evident in all that was around them. a bike sped by them, undoubtedly almost running over a poor squirrel; a child laughed in the arms of her mother; and her orpheus was smiling at his visible breath in the cold. eurydice reveled in the presence of her lover and the modern magic of the place she called home. how did she ever manage to get so lucky?

“oh my gods, look, love!” orpheus said in a childlike tone, and pointed towards something.

she turned her head to spot a few lamp posts, decked with garlands and red bows for the holidays, all surrounding an ice rink with a few dozen people skating on it. some were unsteady on their feet, slipping and falling to the ground, but most were gliding carefully, chatting while they skated.

“i didn’t know they were setting up earlier this year.” the young man grabbed her hand and started pulling her toward the rink. “c’mon we have to go.”

#emu is the best and you should all follow him #love u emu !!!#i had so much fun doing this #!!!!!!#secret songbird 2019 #secret songbird #hadestown fanfic #hadestown #hadestown au #hadestown musical #hadestown broadway #hadestown bway #eva noblezada #reeve carney #eurydice #orpheus #orphydice #kid writes

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‘EY GUYS GUESS WHAT’S STILL BEING UPDATED. :’D

#gency #genji #mercy #overwatch #fanfiction #four is a party #kid writes

Hustle: Chapter 1

I FINALLY RID OF MY LAPTOP OF MALWARE SO I WAS ABLE TO ACTUALLY GET THIS UP TODAY!

Word Count: 1461

Warnings: 1920s slang and words that better suit then but can be seen as offensive now

Character Mentions/Appearances: Penn Whiskey, Philip Whiskey, The Whiskey Twins, brief mentions of Nicky Delano and Connor O’Sullivan, and our main character….won’t be said until he says his name. ;)

The atmosphere was dim lit in contrast to the boarded up walls that hid the negro singing at the stage. The patrons threw shards through their gaze is thrown at me as I entered the establishment, though their gaze never lasted as the crowd turned back towards the singer at the stage. At the bar the bartender served the drunkards to their heart’s content, throwing their cash at the palms which held faucet to the fountain of youth, and the bartender didn’t even have to lift an eyelash to get those men at their beck and call. The boots that littered the dark rowan floors came up almost silent as the mouse in the corner and at the bar, I asked in the corner with a whisper with such ferocity. “Where can I fin’ those twins of ‘reen” The bartender stood still and looked at me with blank eyes, alike those eyes dead fish have, and he then placed down the cups he had at hand and lifted the entrance to the other side of the bar, a stray finger of his gesturing me to come over to the other side. I was in for a fated meeting or so I thought. Behind the counter there were stairs that led above the ground, No one had yet to come down or return from what was above from the moment I came into the homely speakeasy, as I looked towards the man who served beer he only ushered me up with a quick gesture with his head at the corner of my eye. In a slow minute, I had risen up the stairs using the walls to guide me up, when I had seen them. Their backs towards me and their muttering quiet to the point of whispers, as if the two had been discussing secrets which they only kept to themselves. Although I couldn’t see their faces and only the chestnut hairs they had, I could tell the two apart from each other. The brother Phil was the slightly taller one out of the two, the back of his shirt clean and so was his undercut, and adding on the broad shoulders he held to hold his respect. The sister Penn was the shorter one of the two, her hair neatly bundled up into a bun behind her head, the appearance of a tomboy clear from the suspenders she had and the jacket which was over her shoulder. These two were the power duo which controlled alcohol and where it goes, and they held the trigger to any gang war they could do, they were alike gods but these gods were too sinful to be true. With a quick knock on the railing of the stairs I had snapped them out of their ritual-like speech, Their heads turned towards me as if I had ruined their face, but the quick impression they held changed to a tame expression, Their eyes from alert to surprise as they saw me, a figure of up to no real threat. “How long have you been there?” The brother spoke accusingly immediately showing off his ferocity through his words which oozed with hostility. “A short while, I mean no ‘arm” The brother backed up from his demeanor as I assumed he recognized the accent. “Scotty?” The sister had spoken up with a question with no more words needed as I rolled my eye trying to think of other ways of how not to snap back with a sarcastic remark until I chose a few words. “100% Irish, ain’t a Scotty even if I wanted too.” And by a few words I meant nine words, and with nine words the sister had already given me her wide eyes before embarrassingly looking away and saying ‘oh’, before mumbling a brief apology, a great introduction in my book along with the time someone assumed I was British. “What is it that you need anyway, you can see we’re busy Irish.” The brother wanted to bring attention off of his embarrassed sister, chivalry in its most naked form however his eyes which screamed, “Get out” wasn’t enough to scare me. “My boss sent me ‘ere. I came to make some business for yourselves.” The slightly hushed curse from the sister made it obvious that they weren’t prepared to hear from me. “Connor- didn’t expect to hear from him soon.” “We just got Delano on our tails too.” The Italian mafia gang ran by Nicky Delano, he is a mythic dick, though for a dick he can run a mafia well, however- “Delano? I’m sure whatever he’s paid yourself can’t match to how much we blokes are offering.” The Irish aren’t going to take shit from the Italians. And I was going to set the example except when the twins revealed what was true to their surprise. “It’s not the idea of-uh…who gets dibs or whatever- it’s the…” The sister again looked to her brother for the words she was looking for. “Quantity?” “Yeah! Quantity- And! The quality!” The sure look on her face got the spotlight on me as if I understood exactly what she was talking about in a blur. “You get what I mean right?” If it wasn’t enough, not even the wrinkles on my face which clearly spelled ‘hell no’ was able to crack through Penn’s disillusion, however, in the face of idiocy, I attempted to spit out what I interpreted. “Uh, you’re meaning to say that there’s a check of how many mafias you can supply?” “Absolutely.” A complete and utter silence suddenly came over the quaint office of the twins, it was as if someone had died and no one wanted to move some kind of muscle or cheek, the stiff stances from the fraternal twins only made me worry when they gave a look showing how expectant they were of my next move, But the look from the brother gave at my hands behind my back made me think of actually dragging out my revolver and throwing it out the window. What option did I get from these twins? Either risk competition for some bootlegs with the other mafias and risk wars all around, or look for other bootleggers to do the job. There was only one thing I could possibly do.