#short blurbs

[justahuman667]

Some of my series.

Its a lot so. Yeahjdk. Its not well written as I wrote this while at work

MOON TOWN

Moon town is a series created by me when I was very little and first new to making ocs, and hence is a series that is VERY close to me despite not really working on it anymore. Moon town focuses on a LOT of characters at once as it centers around a world of chaos. All in a world split between "Moon" and "Sun", ruled by respective Mayors. The mayor of Moon Town is my first ever OC promptly named Main Oc, and Sun town by Scribbles, a dustbunny scribbled rabbit type of character. Its not set in any sense and follows different characters through their daily lives. Also there was a war but thats not important. Lotsa Stuff.

WORLD OF SANITY

World of Sanity revolves arounf a subset of characters living in a world thats neither in or out of OUR World. It was formed from humanities ideas and mishaps with all characters being physical manifestation of human ideas, Creativitiy, Harm, Hope, etc. As the world itself dies they all seek a way out of this hellhole, with their core hope being Mr. Hand, someone whos unsure of what to do in this unforgiving world. This one is one of my more serious type of series as it revolves around more """heavy""" topics? Kinda? Metephores for the elite and whatnot, as well as a lot of the relationships between characters. World of Sanitys (WoS) characters are:

Mr. Hand (Physical Manifestation of "Insanity"

Ms. Keyhole (Physical Manifestation of Human Desires, sexual.)

Mr. Scissor (Physical Manifestation of Self Harm, physical, mental, etc.)

Imagination (Physical Manifestation of Imagination/Creativitiy)

MR. Spec (Physical Manifestation of Hope.)

The Unwelcoming (Physical Manifestation of never feeling welcome anywhere. Yk. Hopefully.)

Other minor characters/Not very Important (?) characters are:

Latitude/Mr. Liberty (Physical Manifestation of Autonomy)

Tenebes (Physical Manifestation of Freedom/Extention of Hope/Escapism/Loss of Hope)

Spero (Physical Manifestation of Freedom/Extention of Hope/Escapism/Loss of Hope)

SYMBOLIC SYMPHONY

Based off old cartoons, this series is the less serious of the bunch I've made. Much like Moon town is focuses on different characters and their relationships and own stories. It takes place in a world of anthro-objects and their daily lives, also being a more slice of life type of thing. I named it that because it rolled off the tounge fun. Not much else to say I really dont know. This series is kinda half baked as I havent gotten back to it in a while, that said here are the characters:

Wattson Tatherbeckly (A lightswitch mailman, shy but down to do any job! Mostly delivers love letters.)

Ly Tatherbeckly (An outlet who works as a serious buisnessman, no nonsense type of guy.)

Condor-Ductor (A baton who works with an orchestra, focuses on work more than anything in the world and loves music.)

BANG BANG! (An Exclamation mark with a very sharp temper!!)

Achoo Choo (A train stock(?))

Talk-It Note (A post-it notes who is entitely mute and works as a mime! Very energetic and caring for those around him!)

Balloon (A clown who works alongside Talk-It, he might be old but he definetly has the spirit!)

???

This series doesn't have a name sadly, I never gave it one. That said, people from different universes get grabbed by an unknown being apart of a now dead planet, and are forced to survive its capture. It means no true harm, its just lonely, but how do we know? Lucky I dont have to type anything out I'm lazy so

There someone else missing, but dont worry. Hehe. 🐜

IN MY RESTLESS DREAMS

Inspired by "Dreamcore"/"Weirdcore", it follows the story of the royal family who rules there. Mystery and confusion rules the world itself, though its hard to identity whats apart of the world and whats not. This isn't normal.

Princess Molli (Heir to the throne, Molli is a very protected and lonely girl thanks to her father. She has one friend though, but its all fabricated. She holds no memories of her mother or what could have happened to her, however despite all that she is extremely welcoming and a kind soul.)

King Leis (After the disappearance of his wife, he hasn't really been the same. More secretive and afraid, Leis rules this world with as much control as he can to assure safety. Through due to his "tyranny" many avoid him.)

Stop Guard (One of the two guards responsible for guarding the Castle. I dont know how to describe him as a character 🌞)

TeeVee Guard (One of the two guards responsible for guarding the Castle. I dont know how to describe him as a character either ⏰️)

The Queen (You wete so beautiful.)

Jester (A daisy paid off to be Mollis friend, he holds a lot of bad addictions and heavily dislikes his position, however its not the girl, its the father.)

BRINE & TURTISMA

A series about two alien friends who travel the galaxey, its a very chill story. The main characters being, well, Brine and Turtisma! The two being best friends from teens to adulthood, its nothing serious other than that LOL yeah not much to say because its just two guys chillin.

Brine 'Salina' Francis (A fusion between hairless Turkatheur and one of the guardians of the universe, Brine is a very chill and lax person. He oftentimes goes with the flow and doesn't conern himself with much.)

'Turtisma' (A ball of energy, Turtisma is electricity turned to life! Able to take several forms, we usually see him in turtle-shell. He ADORES adventure of any kind and absolutely LOVES anything chaotic to solve!)

Shrimp 'Brine' Francis (Brines older brother, he usually stops by to help fix their car and accompany his brother on occasion. Like Brine hes very chill though he tends to have a more adventure like spirit.)

Selina 'Sea' Francis (I wonder sho shes related to bro. Their mother, she cares for her boys a lot and acts as a caretaker for whenever they get home. Shes married to one of the universes guardians!)

THE LEVIATHAN Francis (Husband of Selina, he waits for the day Brine is ready to take up the throne in his power. Hes a very supportive husband and father though and loves his family a LOT despite being mostly absent.

Chartle (Local gastation worker, he acts as Turtismas father figure and good friend of Brine. Despite a more tougher outterior, hes a nice guy!!)

PAINTERS FOLLY

A trio of three who live in a world populated by a lack of color, abuse, and several falties, they live through this world together. Who else will really understand them otherwise?

Spring Spur (Constantly angry and upset, he travels with the other two because he saved someones life (accidently), and after a heart to heart he cant seem to shake off thay somebody would actually LIKE him. Hes an asshole.)

Paint Warped (A famous painter, he sees the world in a way nobody else can after a nearly fatal accident. As if the world has brightened, but the contents never did. Constantly sad and fearful, he travels to escape the publics eye.)

A.B (A ghost with unfinished buisness, she travels with them by proxy of them finding her while exploring. Oblivious to how bad the worlds gotten, she tries to hide her past from them.)

[wastelandcth]

“Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection; the lovers, the dreamers, and me,” Calum’s voice whispered out into the hallway, followed by a series of giggles and the sound Dovey recognized as kisses being peppered across chubby cheeks.

  "Papa, sing it again?" Charlie's tired voice mumbled as he hugged the stuffed turtle closer to his body, his wide and sleepy eyes watching as his papa fixed the ukulele he'd been strumming on his lap.

  "Okay," Calum chuckled, "But then you really do have to go night night, it's already late, bub."

"Promise papa," Charlie yawned out as Dovey leaned against the doorway, trying her best to go unnoticed.

  "Why are there so many songs about rainbows and what's on the other side..." Calum sang as he strummed along, the music soft and warm like Dovey had always know Calum to be, "...the lovers, the dreamers, and me."

By the time Calum had finished singing, Charlie had already been drooling and the stuffed turtle that he'd been glued to for the past week was slowly but surely getting an earful of snoring. Dovey smiled as she watched her husband pull the blanket over their two year old who'd fought them both all night about having to sleep in his own bed. It was almost two in the morning and even if Charlie couldn't notice, Dovey heard the rasp in Calum's voice proving just how tired he was. It wasn't until Calum turned to walk out of the room that his tired eyes met hers and he smiled at her.

  "Think you'll find the rainbow connection one day, sweet boy?" Dovey whispered as she took Calum's hand and led him out of their toddler's room, leading him towards their own bedroom just down the hall.

  "Already have, sweet girl. The lover, the dreamer, and me."

[wondershawns]

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[immcrtalised]

Gates of Judgment.

As apt a name as anything, the yawning void that lead to frozen Ishgard. When he has passed through two decades ago, the sun had been sinking into the horizon, autumn breeze ruffling loose leaves through the expanse as the wagon creaked its way across the cobbles. He had intended to never cross this threshold again, to leave gothic architecture and bad memories behind him forever.

But how long could he hide? That’s what it was, really, hiding from everything that had helped him become the man he was today. The drunk, philandering mess ignoring the biting cold as he stared impassively at vaults and guards. Twenty-odd years of diving headlong into bottles and other peoples’ beds as the truth gnawed at his liver like a pair of vultures.

Had he not bled enough for Margeaux at this point? Was twenty years not long enough to bear a cross for a woman who no longer meant anything to him? Had she ever really in the first place? The truth was more important than reputation; besides which, it would throw everything into Teddy’s face, and that was reward enough for Emrys.

With a frosty exhale from his nose, the mage started forward, into hellfire and gods knew what else. It was time to grow up.

[ne0angels]

[ 22:16 ] Jisung and you are sitting on his bed, against the wall. “Y/n don’t ever leave me, I can’t imagine myself drunk and lying beside the road” Renjun, the only other occupant of the room beside you both chuckles at that thought. 

“What are you gonna get drunk on? Milk? You’re not legal yet Jisung” You counter question your boyfriend and seeing him shudder is a delight for you. “No way. That will never happen. In conclusion, you aren’t allowed to leave me” As you hug him, he quickly places his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist. A shy kiss placed to your shoulder. 

“Gross, can you guys stop flexing on this single ass?” Renjun makes the most disgusted face ever before he leaves the room. 

[stylessemantics]

: : C A L I F O R N I A K I N G : :

Writing has been awful for me lately. I haven’t been able to write anything, nothing worked, I didn’t like anything, I didn’t feel inspired or motivated enough to even try and do something for myself, and this blog has been dead for months... I know. All there was, was self pity and sadness. It’s still there but at least I wrote a little something.

I don’t know where this came from. But here’s some Dad!Harry. I apologise in advance.

                                                                 ||    CALIFORNIA      KING     ||                                               

It’s safe to say you and Harry took the decisions regarding your relationship together. 

That’s the way it had always been and the way it has stayed after all the years. Some say it’s half the reason you two are just an amazing couple. You agreed on what to do when going out, who to invite where, the house you’d move into when you married. Everything was a joined decision. Obviously there’s a couple of things in your house and your relationship that you can tell are your husband’s idea, and some are yours as well.

The beautiful frames around the modern pieces of art hung in the living room were his choice. And the kitchen appliances, no matter how big or small, were your entire pick. But there was always input from the other person. The only thing you had no choice in and that surprised you when it arrived in the back of the mover’s truck was the huge bed. Harry had picked a California King and that was it; there was no argument because it was already there and it was staying.

During the first years of your marriage you were the cuddly couple in bed – no one could blame you, you were the always-found-a-way-to-touch couple before getting married as well – you both slept in the middle of the huge mattress, and you both needed at least one limb touching the other person. And Harry liked that. He liked basically swimming for you in between the sheets in the middle of the night so he could pull you to his chest and keep you warm – in turn making him warm as well – and he liked getting a lot of space to chose where to give you pleasure in. It was a good mattress that you only questioned twice so far.

The first time was when you saw the beast being lugged inside the house by two bulky men on a side and Harry and Niall on the other. But to be fair, even Niall questioned why in the world you would need such a big thing when knowing how cuddly you and Harry were, he knew you’d use the smallest portion of it to sleep, and then he winked at Harry when he eventually realised that sleeping was not the only thing you two would do on that bed.

The second time was during your second pregnancy. You were having a very hormonal day where you felt like you were the most hideous whale on the planet and made assumptions that Harry had bought the huge monstrosity of a bed so he could be as far away from you as possible if he needed to. Example one; right then and there. And, needless to say, that was not why Harry got the bed and he told you that as he tried to calm you down, soothed your anxiety and you fell asleep on his chest like you used to before this pregnancy. Eventually at some point of the night you shook him off – the baby bump had been giving you heat waves lately and you were not in the mood to cuddle all through the night – which he perfectly understood as he at least held your hand to sleep. That was all he needed and he slept soundly with a smile on his face.

You had yet to question the bed again… And it’s not like he thought you would, or that he had some mysterious secret as to why he picked the bed, but that night Harry found himself telling you exactly why he’d chosen the California King, because it was the perfect moment to do so.

You were both about to go to bed. The boys had been put to sleep around two hours before and Harry and you were waiting for sleep to take over, you were mindlessly scrolling though your phone as he read a new novel he had picked up on his last trip. You were on your side of the bed, and he was on his. At some point in the marriage you had stopped automatically cuddling when you went to sleep, and deep down you questioned it silently, but took it as a normal thing. Some nights you’d cuddle, some night you don’t. This night you didn’t.

It was at that moment that you heard the pitter patter of a 7 year old’s feet as your oldest rushed into your room. “Mom?” “Yes sweetie?” “I can’t sleep” you tried to hold back a grin knowing exactly why he couldn’t sleep. He had gone and watched something scary on youtube at his friend’s house that afternoon and you knew it was only a matter of time before he claimed he was scared of the monsters. Harry let out a soft chuckle as well, putting down his book and his reading glasses. “Come sleep with momma James” you said and the boy rushed to your side hopping into bed with ease and cuddling up to you. You ran your hand through his hair and gave him kisses trying to calm him down and make him fall asleep. “Elliot coming in, in three, two, one…” Harry says with a small laugh and just when he gets to one there’s the pitter patter of another pair of feet. This time your little 4 year old coming to the room and up to Harry’s side of the bed. “Dada…” “I know bub, I know” Harry leaned up to pick up little Elliot and lay him down on his side, scooting closer to you to give him space. Elliot just won’t sleep if he wakes up and James isn’t in the room with him. Harry started rubbing his back because it’s what made him fall asleep the fastest.

As the two of you laid there, in the middle of the bed and in between your two kids, Harry sighed with a content smile, turning to you. “Babe…” the word comes soft from his lips, barely above a whisper, trying to avoid waking the boys that were already fast asleep. “hmmm?” “Yeh remember when yeh were pregnant with Elli? And yeh hated the bed?” The memory made you chuckle. You were so hormonal that entire pregnancy through. It was nice to look back because your kids and your husband are your happiness, but lord was it embarrassing to think of the times you’d made a scene at restaurants just because Harry ordered something you could not stand the smell of for some unknown reason, or crying over a grain of cereal that fell and went under the fridge. “I do” “Well I never answered yeh…” “What?” you turn to him and see his beautiful face in the soft glow of the night light you’d installed for moments just like this one, where any of the boys slipped into your bed at night. “I never told yeh why I chose this bed…” he whispers and sighs running his hand through Elliot’s curly hair. “This… This right now, is why I picked this bed”

Being honest you didn’t really understand him, at least not right away. You didn’t understand that he was talking about the same reason you decided on the dim night lights for your room.

The kids. The family.

“I picked this bed because I could imagine laying ‘ere, with yeh and our kids… An’ I wanted a bed where we’d all fit comfortably. I thought… I thought that fo’ as long as our kids wanted the comfort o’ sleeping with mom and dad, we could all fit together on the same bed with ease.” There’s a soft glint in his eyes, like he’s about to cry, and you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a tear running down your cheek already. His free hand goes to caress your cheek and he’s smiling through it all. He’s smiling like this was the moment he’d been waiting for all his life. Like this was the most important thing he had. And it was. To him this was it, this was everything. “I wanted m’family comfortable, sleeping safe and sound. I wanted the three most important people in m’life, soon t’be four…” his hand goes to your slowly growing bump and the warmth of it makes the baby inside jump just a little.

“I wanted yeh t’be comfortable. And if I have t’ leave for promo or anything, yeh can all just easily pile in, on the same bed and keep each other company. And I know they will grow out of this but fo’ as long as they want to… They can sleep with mommy and daddy.”

You can’t help but lean in and kiss him in the middle of the night. You can’t help but think you lucked out with the most wonderful husband and father the world could ever give. Your heart was beating so fast and you wanted to cry with the combination of your crazy hormones and his beautiful meaningful words.

He thought of everything. Harry spent hours picking a mattress because he wanted you and all of your kids to be comfortable through the night or on stormy afternoons, or whenever, really. It didn’t matter that slowly with the pass of the years you no longer slept the whole night through cuddling and spooning and being insanely close, because that phase had only stopped because you now had to fit two boys in between your cuddles. And to him, cuddling was better that way. And it was all Harry needed. It was all you needed as well.

“I love you Harry” “I love yeh Y/N… And I love our boys” he says with teary eyes. “And I love our daughter” “Daughter? How do you know it’s a girl?” there’s a throaty laugh that comes from him and he tries his best to not let it be too loud. Careful not to wake up James and Elliot. “I jus’ know it’s a girl, love” “Ok then… what if it isn’t?” At that Harry shrugs. “S’pose I’ll have to buy a bigger bed because we’re going to keep trying until we get a girl” You both laugh at the idea but deep down Harry doesn’t care. Sure he’d love to have a little girl, but truly he just wants all the kids your heart desires no matter what gender they are. All he cares about are these little moments where you can all just be one big mess of limbs, smushed together, sharing cuddles and feeling warm and safe through the night.

Smooches - Iv

I’m sorry for this and I’m sorry for being very inactive and a downer. I haven’t been doing my best lately (mentally and emotionally) and it’s affected my writing and creativity. A lot.

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[stylessemantics]

Heyy I cant find the link to your writing could you send it please

I’m on mobile so i’ll tag this with my masterlist tag and the permanent tag which is the tag for my stuff as well, and maybe you can go swimming there lol sorry. After i shower i might go on my laptop and fix the link on my bio that i just discovered is not working. Hope you can find what you’re looking for and i apologise for anything else in advance!You can also find a tag to my masterlist at the end of every piece so just click or tap "keep reading" on whichever you find first and scroll down to the end where there will be a direct link to the list

[stylessemantics]

: : S I M B A : :

An innocent mind, is an innocent mind. @permanentcross @cuddlemusclestyles and @stylesunchained  ya hear?

Enjoy some sweet fluff.

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He’s been gone for a while, but now he’s back...

The moment you hear the keys jingle on the other side of the door, your heart feels like it’s done summersaults and skips. He opens the door and lets his bag fall off his shoulders, immediately stepping into the house and smiling at you standing in front of him. It had been long, way too long.

You take hurried steps to meet him and let yourself be engulfed by him. Your face nuzzles in his neck as he presses you to his chest. He sighs, slightly lifting you up from the floor, swaying your bodies from side to side, broad hands covered your back, running up and down, making you feel comforted and at ease.

You’d missed him so much. His scent, musky and manly, soft to your nose but strong all together. His voice, raspy and deep, it wasn’t the same to hear it over the phone and through your computer speakers. His hair, soft and curly, the short strands were starting to grow and running your hands through them was your favourite way to wake him up. You missed his body, pressed against yours just like this. He was home and for a long time you’d been wandering, calling home the 4 walls that surrounded you. But this, him, was home.

He’d missed you as well, being on the road always took a toll on him, specially now that he had you in his life. It was hard to leave you and to talk to you on the phone only, it was hard coordinating time zones so that he could have his dose of his favourite girl. It was hard, to get to a fancy hotel room that he’d be calling home for only a couple of days, and laying in bed tired out of his mind, without much energy to fully listen to you, and he felt sorry every time, but grateful beyond belief that you understood. He was tired of different pillows and scents every night. He missed you, his home.

“God, I love you” he mumbles against your ear, letting you down and unwrapping himself from you, but still keeping you close, his eyes meeting yours and telling you things only souls can tell.

He carried you to the kitchen, where you made tea for the both of you, and drank it like you do every morning, with you on his lap and on his lips. You’d stop kissing to blow at both your mugs and then take small sips. Words were merely whispers, where he told you about his trip and you told him about your days. Whenever he came back, no matter how long the trip, you both turned into mushy lovers. Harry always insisted that you’d recover lost time and nap all day, or make love all night, and he’d of course mention that just having you close would do. No matter how long he was away for, he always missed being in your arms, how you let him be the small spoon, and your cooking, and your kisses. He missed you terribly. It scared him just how much he loved you and needed you in his life.

After tea, to bed it is for you two. It’s back to cuddling under the soft blankets and complaining about how warm he is and he’s making you sweat, a battle to get rid of at least some layers, until you’re both half naked and content, skin to skin, and talking nonsense.

He’d tell some awful joke that would make you laugh but scoff all together, and then he sighs. “ I missed that” “What?” you say confused. Next thing you know he’s got a hold on your nose and pinches it. You giggle and shake his hand off. “ That. Yeh scrunch up your nose when yeh giggle” “ Really?” “ Yup” you wiggle your nose and he nods pressing a kiss to the tip of it. “S’quite cute. Like a little lion” “ Rawr, I’ll bite you” you scoff when he comes to pinch at your nose again, making him remove his hand. “ The wild y/n attacks her prey” He playfully narrates in a deep voice, moving his head closer to you as if he’s going to tell you a secret. “You’re cute. Sorta reminds me of summat” “What?” you ask. He doesn’t answer instead he shuffles the sheets and blankets, kicking them off the bed completely and his arms wrap around you as if he’s going to tickle you, instead he moves to the middle of the bed and lays you on top of him. “ This” his open palm covers your sides, warm and familiar, and then you’re being lifted up in the air by the waist, his knees come up to help keep you balanced over him and you squeal, something between a laugh and a scream “MAAAAAHHHH SIBETNYAAAA” he screams really off pitch, eyes closed and head thrown back pressed into the pillow as he sways you left to right. “ Ah, no put me down” comes out of your lips in a fit of laughter. It’s contagious and he’s laughing right with you, lowering you softly to place your lips on his. The kiss deepens and he lets you go completely, you thud gently on his chest and his arms wrap around you, pressing you to him as you kiss until your lungs need air. Pulling away from Harry only allows you to breathe shortly, for he still chases after you, lips colliding over and over, leaving trails of fluttering kisses. You roll over from on top of him and rest your hand in the crook of his neck. “ My little Simba” you roll your eyes playfully but laugh anyways. You can’t help but think how lucky you are to have found him. The perfect mix for you, between childish and mature, a best friend and a lover. “Yeh know summat?” his eyes search yours. “ I know something…” “ Can’t wait t’marry yeh” he says playing with the ring on your finger. “ Jus’ a little bit more, and yeh’ll be Mrs. Styles” you sigh enamoured. The only thing you could think of lately, was the fact that you were going to spend the rest of your life with this dork, with the man you love more than anything else in your life. All your friends would argue that you already act like a married couple, with all the jokes and with how well you complement each other and seem to always be in sync. Where he goes you go, and when he feels you feel for him. How well you understand each other, to the point where it’s easy to forget the world, as long as you’re alone together. You’re all he needs, he’s all you need.

There’s a moment of perfect silence between the two of you as you lay in bed just enjoying each other’s presence. The beating of his heart, you can hear it, you can feel it. It’s soothing to your senses and you caress his chest, running your hand up and down, ghosting your fingers over the outlines of his tattoos. There’s one of them that’s fairly new, your initials over his heart, below his left swallow, and an S at the end. Y/n Styles.

You’re close to dozing off when he clears his throat and turns back to you. “ Think I could present yeh like that?” his face is scrunched up in deep thought. “ What do you mean?” “ After I kiss the bride, and we walk off. Think I could present yeh like that?” “ How?” Your question is answered quickly when he breathes in and grabs you out of the blue, lifting you up in the air once more. “ MAAAAAAA SIBET-“ “ Harry!!” you laugh and smack his arms that hold you even higher than the first time he did. He places your hands on his shoulders and lifts you with his feet only, allowing you to lower down and press a kiss to his lips. It’s hard to kiss him while neither of you can’t stop laughing, but you manage. The room is filled with giggles and hushed words of love for the rest of the afternoon.

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And sure yes why not... He can make some joke about the wild harry attacking his prey and then he fucks you and what not and sureeeeee, he spreads cum on your forehead after but that’s NOT what this is about.

Smooches - Iv

The image was the closest thing i could find to what was in my head, and i tweaked the ending so whatever you imagine fits the image.

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