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First Fall

PERCE: yo emery

PERCE: didnt see you in the science building between classes this morning

PERCE: dont tell me your studious self is playing HOOKY

SCOOTER HAZARD: 😤 never

SCOOTER HAZARD: I actually think i’m dying

PERCE: WHAT

#keyframes vn #percy tozaki #deja lamarre #keyframes mc #keyframes oc #keyframes fanfic #yapping about mc to follow #emery is my fall mc and is a poli sci-psych double major #hence percy’s mention of usually seeing her in the science building- some of her classes are there #emery has had a crush on percy since the bbq despite being very put off by his flirting when they met #she told deja and cam sometime during the summer and deja is very much trying to gauge percy’s feelings here #so she can support emery better #i am very much looking forward to seeing how the boys act in crush phase in the game but until then i will entertain myself with fic musing #i have mcs for the other seasons so may write them too once they’re more fleshed out #also first time posting fic on tumblr i think #scary #ninja writes

New Fic!!

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

Buck/Eddie | Teen and Up | 7k

Now I can never buy her flowers And I text her every hour Just see her look at me like I would do the same She's still locked up in her tower I climb higher every hour Eddie sees a twitter post and decides to buy Buck flowers as a surprise. Buck has trauma he has never told anyone about before. Feelings are hurt and assumptions are made, but they figure it out eventually.

#my first buddie fic!#buddie fic #buddie 911 #buddie #evan buck buckely #eddie diaz #i loved writing this so much #911 fic #ninja writes #mic writes fics #posted fic

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

“You've met him a few times; this odd fellow who is rumoured to be the Hylian Champion, returned from a hundred years ago to fight the Calamity once more. You sometimes wonder if he is a ghost...”

(Hey guys I wrote a mini fic)

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Anti’s a sad boi

Marvin wandered around the house, finally deciding to just make some coffee. He sat at the kitchen island, watching the coffee brew. Suddenly, the temperature in the room dropped like a stone. The magician’s head spun around as the familiar, but unfriendly hum of static buzzed around the room. His breathing became erratic as he called out. “Anti?” He yelled. “Show yourself!”

Anti appeared on the other side of the kitchen. Marvin yelped, quickly backing up, only pausing when the glitch fell to the ground, seemingly in pain. It has to be a trap, it has to be a trap, it has to be a trap-

The repeating mantra came to a screeching halt as the demon groaned loudly in pain. “Help...please-” He was cut off by a startling scream that burst from his throat. Marvin’s back hit the kitchen counter, his eyes wide. Anti shook, his whole body shifting in and out of the static he was made of.

“It h-hurts, please... help, it hu-u-urts-!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. “Anyone…..please.” Anti cried, and broke into a sob, curling into a ball on the ground. Marvin swallowed his fear with some difficulty, walking forwards slowly. “Anti? You ok buddy?”

Anti’s body twitched, seemingly going on autopilot when it heard Marvin’s voice. Anti, however, held himself back. He curled up, pushing himself into the wall.

“Marvin?” He asked weakly. “Marvin, please. Help me.”

Anti? Pleading? For help? The world would more likely spontaneously combust.

“Drop the act Anti. Why are you here? To kill me, or make me a puppet?” The demon flinched at his words, right before another scream tore itself from his throat. Marvin jumped at the sound, finally actually looking at Anti. His body looked like it was dissolving into pure static, and he seemed to be unable to hold a stable form.

Marvin looked in his eyes, and was met with a startling green, not fully black, not a mimicking blue, or a copycat brown. They were green. His real eye color.

Why is Anti being so open, acting so vulnerable?

Speaking of the demon, he was shaking on the ground, whimpering and crying softly.

Whimpering? Crying?

Marvin was confused, but he stepped forward slightly, coming closer. He could feel the static coming off Anti in waves. He lurched backwards as Anti screamed again, burying his head in his hands, sobbing.

“Please....” He mumbled softly.

Marvin came closer again, sinking to his knees in front of the demon.

“Anti?”

He looked up at the magician.

“Marv-in?” Anti’s voice cracked. Marvin suddenly realized what was happening. Anti’s throat was destroyed, the cut bleeding horribly. His skin was broken in numerous places, having been ripped apart from the violent glitching. His body had torn itself apart, but from the look on his face, this had happened before.

“Oh, Anti,” Marvin sighed, laying a hesitant hand on his cheek. Anti leaned into the touch immediately, causing Marvin to flinch away. Anti let out a soft whine, causing Marvin to put his hand back.

“Hey, breath for me, ok?” Marvin said softly, wrapping his arm around Anti. The static seemed to avoid Marvin’s skin, jumping away as if it was being repelled. He held anti close, his fear slowly ebbing away from him the longer the two sat on the floor. Marvin hushed him, wincing at the louder cries. Slowly, Anti’s sobs ebbed away, his tears drying eventually. After some time, Anti spoke.

“Y’know, I’m more of a cat person anyway,” The glitch said softly, taking a shaky breath and letting go. Marvin looked at him warily, finally settling on keeping a hand on his knee.

Suddenly, the door slammed open.

“Marv! I’m home!” The hero shouted.

Anti’s eyes went wide, glitching away quickly. Marvin swore he saw a pained expression.

Soon, Jackie would walk into the kitchen, and drop all his bags on the floor. He’d panic, seeing all the blood around Marvin. Marvin would reassure him, telling him what had happened, and the two would go around the city, searching for a sign of the glitch.

They wouldn’t find him.

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@insomnia-cashews I realized I knew you and died a little inside when I realized you were gonna beat my ass for making it about Jack’s egos XD

Anyway, blame ^ for this

The prompt was Cat.

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damn your love; damn your lies by ninjafairy

If he were being honest with himself, he wasn’t sure when it all began – this sick obsession of his.

Perhaps it all began when he caught her with that Muggle boy from the village when she was only sixteen.

Perhaps it all began on the evening when he first found out about her existence, found out about her magic.

Or, perhaps, this sickness had always been with him. Maybe the same, depraved sickness from his mother’s side of the family infected his blood, as well.

a dark tomione sibling au. read on ao3 [ x ] or on ffnet [ x ]

#tomione #ninja writes #fucked up sibling au anyone?

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @alyxmastershipper and @wildlife4life

Exes Flowers Verse, just a little extremely angsty Buck POV snip I wrote today.

Buck doesn’t remember the drive to his apartment. And not in the ‘good because it went by fast’ way, but in the ‘John Mulaney I could have changed so many lives’ way. He’s running, because that’s what he does best. He runs all the way until he gets into his apartment, shutting and locking the door before collapsing against it.

I'm hoping to have this fic finished soooon bc I'm having so much fun writing it! (no promises tho)

tagging @snarkythewoecrow @father-salmon and anyone who sees this and wants to participate!!

#mic things #ninja writes #buddie 911 #buddie #evan buckley #angst #sad boys #also i think i'm hilarious #you’re welcome

Ghost

You met him a few times during your travels. Three, to be precise—once at the foot of the Great Plateau, once at the stables in Akkala, once alarmingly near Hyrule Castle. Odd places to be, but then again he was an odd fellow, as you discovered when he accompanied your group for a while on the road each time you met him.

He was silent, for the most part. In part because it seemed to be in his nature, in part because it seemed he did not want to say the wrong thing. When you first met him, one of the men —a mercenary hired by the merchants in your travel party—had asked him where he was from. “Castle Town right near the Cathedral”, he had replied without missing a beat. A confused silence followed, as people stared at him, and he looked the most confused out of everyone. He apologized then, saying that he didn’t know why he had said that, that he had just woken up a while back on the Plateau with no memories. An even stranger answer than the first, but at least it made more sense. Nobody could possibly come from Castle Town, unless they were a ghost. It was then that you began to wonder. And after that, he mostly kept silent.

(Keep reading)

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Gods Like Us: Prologue II excerpt

I was ten years old when you told me that I'd killed our mother.

Looking back on it now, I suppose I should've been more upset about what you were telling me, but I wasn't. I felt guilty, of course. As guilty as an emotionally stunted ten-year-old child could be, but I never felt sadness. At the time, I'd only felt aggravation, but I couldn't figure out why.

I've learned through others' experiences and emotions, that when a person feels a loss, they feel it deeply. It shakes their world and resonates until it shatters their soul. They lose their will. Their ability to function.

After you'd told me, I brushed my teeth. I bathed. I combed my hair. I took my meals. I did my training, my lessons. Took my vitamins and had my routine medications administered before curfew. I went through the motions of my day, because it's all I'd ever known. All you'd ever known.

I never questioned the way things were. Never deviated. Not once. And neither did you.

Not until the next day.

Not until after the orderlies left with their emptied syringes and the sleeves of our medical gowns were rolled back down. Not until we laid prone and defenseless and alone in the room, Hojo observing us on the other side of the glass. Not until the fever hit you. Not until my tremors started. Not until you vomited. Not until I pissed myself.

"How did I do it?" I asked weakly after another episode, not caring that they were listening.

I didn't need to elaborate. You knew exactly what I was talking about. You always did. You were so good at understanding me, even if you didn't want to admit it. Even now, after everything we've been through, I know you never would.

But enough about that; let's continue.

Spitting into the bedpan on your gurney, you wiped the back of your hand against your mouth, looking at me with exhaustion and resentment in your eyes. Resentment against them. Against him. Me. The world.

"By being born."

Head lolling to the side, I stared at you. You looked so tired and I felt so tired. I couldn't speak. I wanted to speak to you so badly, but it was so hard to hear my thoughts over the steady beep… beep… beep… beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep

Hojo burst into the room, hovering over me, yelling orders. It was all gloved hands and masked faces and chaos.

Right here. This is the moment.

The last thing I saw before I died was the fear in your eyes. For me.

Me.

The first thing I saw when I came back were the bodies. Bloodied. Ruined. Nearly human, but not human enough, with their wide eyes and masks still attached.

Then I saw Professor Hojo, panting hard and trembling against the wall, his always pristine white lab coat splattered with blood. He dropped a large, empty tranquilizer syringe needle to the tile floor and stared in horror.

Following his line of sight, I found you – strong; brilliant; human – slumped against your overturned gurney, blood dripping from your pale fingertips.

You thought they killed me, so you deviated.

Did you feel my death that deeply, Sephiroth? Is that what shattered your soul?

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