I'm a novelist, a storyteller, and a writer all around. Writing is my passion, my purpose. I could write a thousand or more words in a day without the use of AI. In fact, I am strictly anti-AI and I refuse to use it. So, if you're looking for human-written stories with genuine heart to them, you've come to the right place.
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Anytime I hear about things in entertainment media that I really don't care about, be it video games or movies or whatever, I have to incite a little mantra in my mind:
"Other people are having fun, and I'm at peace with that."
Anyone here know any good cover illustrators? I got a new thriller in the works and I need to commission someone who wants to maybe draw some men covered in blood. 🙏
I've been watching older Hanna-Barbera cartoons lately; I got to their version of "Aladdin" and I suddenly had a random thought that I want feedback from y'all on real quick
So you ever see a character that you feel deep down Tumblr would go feral for?
"Luna was so angry and mistrusting of people when we found her; she'd been abandoned and nobody wanted to help her. It took a lot of patience and time for her to learn how to trust again, so she might take a month or so to adjust to you-"
It's only been one (1) week y'all, I am a proud dad 🥹
Hey everyone! It's been a minute, but I'm still here and I still take commissions. Now included are RP sessions! $1 for 10 minutes, and any fandom is welcome. Same limits on my ficlet commissions apply here too, but we'll go over that together.
You will be RP'ing with a real human being, so please keep that in mind. Reach out if you have questions!
A padlock and chain holds together a set of double doors. You pick the lock open with a pin, letting the contraption hit the ground beneath you. As soon as the chain comes undone, you push the doors open and step into the building.
There, the old indoor water park lays in front of you, covered in shadow and overgrown plant life. Slides in faded colors spiral above you, crackling "beach umbrella" fountains stand proudly as though they still have a purpose, tiled pools full of green water ripple slightly from the breeze.
Other than the faint sound above of birds nestled in the rafters, the place is very quiet.
Maybe a bit too quiet. Almost like the park is holding its breath.
With a deep breath, you reassure yourself this will be worth it, and with that, you step inside.
The door shuts behind you with a loud, metallic bang, dousing the outside light almost immediately. You take out your flashlight and, with a soft click of the switch, shine it around the structure.
Your light's beam uncovers things the shadows have been hiding. Now you see a more tropical personality to the place, as you pass through the umbrella fountains. Plastic palm trees sway by the water of a lazy river that wraps all around the inside of the building. A tropic-themed jungle gym stands to one side in a shallow pool of water. To the other side is a set of water slides that drops into a large pool of water. Directly in front is the edge of a large circular pool.
Surrounding all of these areas are at least three or more concrete animal statues in faded, colorful vacation garb: there's turtles in grass skirts, dolphins in sunglasses, penguins in trunks and floaties. All sorts of critters stand still and silent within this building.
You're keeping an eye out for something particular.
Deeper into the building you go.
The tiles on the floor click beneath your shoes as you walk, sounding almost as if you're stepping on glass. You're so careful when stepping around the pools and over the bridges of the lazy river, but you don't let it halt your progress. The sooner you find it, the sooner you can get out of there.
Eventually, you reach closer to the back of the building, where the big round pool sits in total darkness, untouched by humans for god knows how long. The shallow end stands around the edge and the floor slopes downwards closer to the center, which houses a black, bottomless hole as it's deep end.
You shine your flashlight towards the center.
Above the deep end is a large platform, fashioned to look like the lid of an enormous barrel. It's suspended by thick metal "ropes", attached to four ship masts on the edges of the pool. It's high enough to give a space between the platform and the water, but low enough to give a view of the platform's surface.
Despite the architectural marvel towering before you, a frown surfaces across your face. What you're looking for isn't here.
All this mastery of planning and construction, left to rot in this dusty abandoned building, and there's no sign of Callum "Big Cal" Arrey. You'd been told so much about the water park's star octopus-like animatronic, that would sit on the barrel lid and wave its tentacles to visitors below. You had been led to believe that the machine had been abandoned with the rest of the park, so the fact it isn't here now strings disappointment in your heart.
What can you do now? You had come all this way to see Big Cal for yourself, but...
Suddenly, a rippling sound from the water beneath you pulls you out of your thoughts, sending a nervous flutter through your veins. You look down slowly at your feet, and your breath catches in your throat. Almost as if you've turned to stone.
A thick, rubbery tentacle is slithering out of the water, right under your feet.
It wraps around your ankle, and before you can even think to get away, it violently pulls you right into the center of the pool with a huge splash.
You cry out for help as you go down, but deep in your mind, you know it's too late now.
The last thing you'll see, whether you comprehend it in time or not, is the dim surface of the murky water above, and the faint glow of old machinery still functional in the deep end.
On the bright side, you'll get to meet Big Cal after all.
You wake up with a jolt, breath heavy with panic as you come to your senses.
For a moment, you sit there disoriented, still coming to from the dream you had. After "tick-tocking" your eyes to settle your nerves, you start to take in your surroundings. The first place your gaze lands is out in front of you, from your place in bed.
The bedroom is dark, save for moonlight pouring through the slit in the curtains. You notice the muffled sounds of the night outside, from rustling flora and nocturnal fauna, and they blend with the electric hum of your own home's appliances. Cool air fills your lungs with each breath you take, carrying a pleasantly fresh fragrance with it.
Everything seems normal so far... The next place you look is around yourself.
On one side, the room is pitch black, save for a few belongings of yours barely traced by the light from the window.
Everything's still.
A sound pulls your attention to the other side. There, you see a shape lying in bed with you, its silhouette defined by the moon as it stirs with a bit of a sound.
It's the sound of your beloved.
They're waking up now.
Of course they would wake up, they heard your gasp and they felt the mattress move. Whether you want them awake or not, there they are now, sitting up with a yawn and leaning towards you.
Even in the shadow of the room, you can see their face is clouded with concern.
"Hey," they murmur in a low tone. "You okay?"
At first, you hesitate to answer. Even after all the love they show you, you're still a bit nervous to bother them. Especially at this hour, with something as stupid as a nightmare. You're lost in thought, thinking of what you want to say, but then one glance into their eyes, all aglow with tender worry, you find yourself shaking your head no.
They shuffle towards you and wrap their arms around you, pulling you in close to them.
"Come here, my love," they whisper quietly against your ear. "Take a few deep breaths, it's going to be okay... You want to talk about it?"
The way your beloved is speaking to you, it practically begs for you to tell them about the horrors. So, for a good five minutes or so, that's what you do: you tell them about the horrors that jerked you from your slumber. Every now and then, your love acknowledges you with simple questions and comments, but gently they implore you to keep going. Deep down, you feel guilt for burdening them with your troubles, but the look in their eyes urges you, pleads with you, to burden them.
They are there for you as much as you are for them.
As soon as you conclude your recounting of the nightmare, your beloved gives a brief little nod and holds you tighter in one arm. The hand on their other arm reaches up to caress your face, gingerly tracing your jaw with their fingertips and cradling your cheek into their thumb.
"I'm so sorry," they respond, their voice keeping low in their chest. "I wish I could've been there to protect you... You're safe now, my love. Nothing's going to hurt you. Lay down with me... I'll be here with you until you fall asleep again."
With that, the two of you lay down and get comfy together, side by side under the cover and with arms around each other. Their fingers start to claw gently, slowly, and give you soothing scratches against your back. The rhythm of their movement steadily slows down your heart rate, and it fills you with that warm sense of security they're so good at bringing to you. A feeling you could bask in with them forever, like sunlight.
Slowly, your eyes close again.
Before you slip back into slumber, you feel your love do one more thing for you: they lean over your face and give you a gentle kiss on your forehead. As though they're blessing you with restful sleep, safe from anymore nightmares.
And you smile softly, knowing that you're always safe in their arms.
