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Today I wrote a cute fic I’ve been meaning to do for ages about our red and golden friend and a crush he absolutely, 100% does not no way have on a japanese holographic idol (◡‿◡✿)

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Tez Does A Writing

This is the monster reaper thing I’ve been going on about - why are you guys letting me do this when I said I have important things to work on? A warning for light gore, and death (including animal death) and all those juicy things.

The door opened with a smash and closed with a slam. The man was soaking wet from head to toe, drenched in rain and sweat. He panted and puffed as he ran for the desk. His fingers soaked through the paper and envelope where he’d grabbed them, but there was no time to get another one.      His hands shook as he wrote – first the address on the envelope, and then his letter.      A dark haze began seeping through the door.

My son,      I hope this letter reaches you, though it may never leave this house. I am being chased, hunted by a monster. It might be hard to believe, but you must take my word.      It started in the afternoon, when I was sent out to investigate a murder in the forest. I was not alone – the hound was with me. He picked up the scent easily, and we soon arrived at the crime scene. What we saw there wasn’t a murder, but a massacre.      Rest assured, my child, that it was only one person who had been killed, though body parts were strewn across the place like the killer had gone to town. Blood splattered onto trees, fingers in the branches, intestines flung through shrubs and bushes. It took so much for me to not come straight home and spend the entire evening vomiting, but how I wish I had!      Before I could begin collecting evidence I caught a figure in the corner of my eye, but when I looked up it was gone. Thinking it was mere coincidence, I kept going about my civil duty. But when the hound started barking I knew something was wrong. I began searching for someone, but couldn’t find traces of anybody. I turned back only when the hound yelped out for help, and that’s when I saw it.      A figure garbed in a black cloak, with the face of an owl. I would have told him to go away, had he not been tearing apart the hound, and had the method been something inhuman.      A smoke came from beneath his cloak, along with dark tendrils which were piercing through the dog. It was horrific, but I couldn’t take my eyes away. The dog was torn into hundreds of tiny pieces, and suddenly the crime scene made sense.      And then it looked at me, son. Dead in the eyes. And I knew I had to run.      You need to heed my word, get out of this town. Move across the country. Out of the country. Get away, before it comes after you too.      Your fa

The haze surrounded him, began seeping into his body via his nose, mouth, anywhere it could reach. He began sputtering, and turned in time only to see the black-cloaked figure rise up behind him, tendrils advancing and wrapping around his neck and reaching all over his body.      A cry rang throughout the neighbourhood that night.      And the monster referred to only as the reaper knew its next target.

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

Third chapter of Galaxy’s Bond is up now!

Sure, Phobos and Meouch finally meet, but Meouch going through customs has to be more interesting than that. right? right?

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Sure thought it would be a while before I started posting my second big TWRP fic but heck it we’re doing it live!

Galaxy’s Bond is the story of Meouch’s and Phobos’ rivalry. There’s heartbreak, betrayal, and any amount of other emotions.

This is set in my Groove Crusaders Verse and, while a knowledge of Interuniversal Shift isn’t necessary, it may prove helpful. You can read that here.

And, as always, I’d love and appreciate any kudos, comments, or reblogs! ♥

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The adventure of the Starlight Brigade & Groove Crusaders has come to an end.

This is it, the final chapter! Thank you to everybody who stuck with this fic, especially since November last year! And if you read it somewhere in between that, or if you’re just starting it today, y’all are still super rad!!!

I will have more fics set in this universe coming though, so keep your eyes peeled for that! ♥

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New year, new chapter, and this one’s a big 2,300 word one!

In this chapter:

Comments, kudos, and reblogs are always welcome and appreciated! ♥

If you haven’t, start Interuniversal Shift from the beginning here.

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Remember that very fun, very awesome thing that you all love me for from last week’s chapter? Here’s the guys dealing with the aftermath. Enjoy!

As always, kudos, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! ♥

Don’t know what the hell I’m talking about? Start the journey here.

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After encountering an unknown entity, the Starlight Brigade find themselves in the universe of their Groove Crusader counterparts. Together, they must find a way to reverse the interuniversal shift.

First chapter of my TWRP fic, Interuniversal Shift, is up! I haven’t written any fanfic in a super long time and I’m kinda nervous about writing a TWRP one of all things, so I hope you guys enjoy it!

And if you do enjoy it, please leave a comment or a kudos or spread it around, it’s all really appreciated! ♥