MadhouseMouse

Noob author who would rather write one-shots about their characters than the actual book

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Looking up from your sketchbook, you paused, struck by the bizarreness of your situation once more. Ever since you had moved here, you had been coming to this lovely little spot in the forest, having found it thanks to a rabbit of all creatures. It was a beautiful little spot, and seemed to be something of a natural magnet for the creatures of the forest, making it the perfect place for you to practice your sketches.

At first, you had believed it simply to be a coincidence that the animals often tended to be the ones you were hoping to draw that day, but gradually, all the strange little “coincidences” started to pile up, until eventually, there was no way to deny the strangeness of it at all.

Each and every time that you settled down to watch the area, sketchbook in hand, an animal would always almost instantly show itself, often lingering in the same area for far longer than seemed normal, especially when it kept happening, again and again. Sometimes, they wouldn’t even leave the area until you had finished your drawing, or were done for the day. 

By this point you’re pretty sure that whatever is causing this, has given up all illusions of subtlety, especially if the scene before you is anything to go by. It’s not exactly everyday that you see predator and prey cuddled up in such a way. It was almost ridiculous how obvious and over the top it was to be perfectly honest. 

The only real question was who, how, and why, they were doing it.

[writingring]

Bailey never thought for a second that she was the one causing this.

She never thought that she broadcasted a signal to everyone around her that said ‘I’m a friend.’

She never thought that the animals sensed this and came closer to her, whether hoping she would protect them or thinking that they needed to protect her.

She never thought they learned over time to hold still for her sketches because they sensed the rush of happiness when a drawing came out well and feeded off of it.

She never thought that the fox curled around the rabbit with no intentions of eating did so because it knew such a thing would upset her and would never dare be the cause of that.

She never thought the rabbit was fearless because it knew she would never let something happen to it.

She never thought that the supernatural creatures hiding in the shadows protected her during her time in the woods.

As she looked into the trees, though, she thought she saw four eyes looking back at her.....

She didn’t think it was anything to worry about.

[write-it-motherfuckers]

There’s a witch in the woods that borders the town. Some say that she seduces men and lures them to their deaths, others say that she steals children from their beds and curses their families. She is feared and hated, though none are brave enough to drive her away, fearing her slyness and great power.

There are many names that the towns folk have for the witch, most being quite harsh in nature. But you know her by a different name.

You’ve seen the witch, with her beauty and wit unmatched. You’ve met her many children, and seen their bright smiles. You’ve seen her great power, and witnessed her strength of mind. And yet you have never been given cause to fear her.

Yes, there’s a witch in the woods. You hope shes here to stay.

[writingring]

“Hello, Miss Rose,” you greeted politely, if a bit timidly. “May I carry a basket for you?” You’d waited for her at the edge of town to ask her this and couldn’t find it in yourself to even try to blame the blazing sun for the flush in your cheeks as she smiled at you. 

“Oh, if you think you can handle it, Darling, that would be delightful!” 

You both knew she wasn’t talking about the weight of the hand-weaved basket, but you still nodded eagerly. “Of course, Miss Rose,” you told her as she offered you the basket with the handle, keeping the one with the cross-body strap that rested against her hip beneath her cloak. 

“How many times must I ask you to call me Rosanna, Darling?”

You bowed your head, peering at her through your lashes. “Once more, Miss Rose.” 

She seemed startled, but her comforting smile soon reappeared and she gave a resigned sigh. “Come along, then. I fear if I’m gone too long I won’t have a house to return to,” she jested good-naturedly, knowing better than you that those kids would sooner throw themselves into a fire than let it harm their home.

And so you went, ignoring the gawking of the townsfolk as you assisted the lovely woman with her errands. The shop owners dealt with her reluctantly, not wanting her there but knowing better than to anger her. By the time you’d returned to the forest’s edge your basket was filled with ingredients, fabrics, thread, and yarn, while hers held four young chicks whose chirping quieted as the natural sway of her walk lulled them to sleep. 

“I can take it from here, Darling,” she insisted, reaching her hand out for the basket. “You’ve been so very helpful, but I’m afraid I must hurry home if I’m to have supper ready in time to send the children to bed.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and finally voiced what you’d been waiting to say. “Actually, Miss Rose, I was wondering if, perhaps, that is, if it’s not too much trouble-” Your jaw clamped shut as her hand landed on your shoulder. “I’d like to return with you, Miss Rose,” you practically breathed out, slamming your eyes shut before they would water.

After a moment of silence her hand dropped down, but instead of taking her basket she took your other hand. 

Through your tears you saw her smile at you. That motherly smile that you felt blessed to see. 

“Let’s get you home, Darling.”

Yes, there’s a witch in the woods. And she’s rescued another child from the horrible townsfolk.

@write-it-motherfuckers

[write-it-motherfuckers]

It should have been terrifying, being at the mercy of such a powerful dark creature. Situations like this were the stuff of nightmares to most. 

But fear is the last thing you feel here. 

You feel safe here, gathered close against fur and scales as the creature nuzzles at you gently, contentedly curling around you further as you doze. You fear not the massive teeth, nor deadly claws, nor do you fear its terrible strength and incredible size. 

You fear none of this… because from the moment it met you, it treated you tenderly, offering you kindness whilst expecting nothing in return. It was obvious the creature was lonely, but it made no move to force you to stay, and you couldn’t find it in you to even want to try.

How much time has passed since you chose to stay here, you’re not sure, though you know at least two winters have passed. Despite this, you feel no real urge to leave, content with your life in a way you had never quite managed before they found you.

You’re glad you had gotten hurt that day, even though it had left you scarred and weakened, for without that horrible day coming to pass, you never would have met them, nor known their companionship.

It was a price you would have paid again and again, if it meant knowing them.

[writingring]

“Oh, my Treasure. The most important thing I’ve ever had the privilege to call mine. My Flower. My precious, delicate, little Flower.” 

Lily giggled as Ramona’s nose brushed one of her many ticklish spots. “I love you, too, Mona, but I need to check on the garden!” The petite girl let out a scream of delight as she was gently tossed into the air. She landed in her lover’s arms, the dragon having changed to a more humanoid form to better hold her.

Ramona whined, though she would deny it, and scattered kisses on the brunette’s neck between sentences. “No, no, I’ll get food. Mmm mwah. Let me provide for you. Mwah mwah. Oh, I’d provide for you so well. Mwahmwahmwah. I’d give you anything you could ever want.” Lily calmly and slowly pulled the stronger girl away from her neck. She knew from experience that the best way to deal with Ramona’s dragon instincts taking over was to react as softly as possible.

“Ramona, we talked about this. I let you cover our room in treasure and stay inside when you’re out hunting. Do you remember what you promised me in return?”

By the look on her face you would think the four inches between the two was causing the dragon physical pain. “A garden, baths alone when you want them, and no more killing adventurers who try to take you away from me.”

“That’s right, because I know that you’re happy when you know I’m safe and surrounded by pretty things. And you know I’m happy when I have my alone time and there’s no rotting corpse smell in the caves.” As she spoke, she caringly traced over the scales that were scattered amongst the other girl’s body. By the time she finished talking the pained look died down to a pout. 

“.....you’ll let me come out and watch over you, right? I’ll stay on the top of the mountain, I promise! I just...” She looked down and carefully grasped her lover’s much smaller hands in her own. “I just need to know that you’re okay.”

Ramona’s wings fluttered uncontrollably when the small girl she loved so much kissed her cheek. “Of course, my Light.”

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Between one moment and the next, everything stopped, a pronounced cracking sound echoing throughout the room. Stilling, you looked up, brows furrowing deeper as you noticed the distinct absence of the bigoted morons who had been harassing you, your instincts causing your proverbial hackles to raise.

The sharp sounds of someone walking towards you, had you straightening up, narrowed gaze shifting towards them as they approached. Dressed in an expensive black suit, the man radiated an air of smug confidence, though you sensed a hidden wariness in him. 

A small smirk formed on his face all the same as he stopped before you, his pose purposefully relaxed. Unimpressed you crossed your arms, cocking a brow at the stranger.

“And you are?” You asked, tone dry and wary.

Giving you a small mock bow, he grinned at you.

“Names Crowley love. You’re welcome by the way.”

Frowning deeper, you decided not to question what he had done with those idiots, having a feeling that you wouldn’t like the answer either way. With a sigh, you eyed him for a moment, picking up on the slight signs of his nervousness. He was obviously wary of you.

Good.

“And you helped me why exactly? Something tells me you’re not the kind to do things just for the sake of being helpful.”

Letting out a short chuckle, he nodded, face shifting into something a little more serious as he took the seat opposite you.

“You’re right, I’m not… but I need your help, and I would rather not be on the bad side of something like you…”

Ah… He knew then.

[writingring]

“I have no time to trouble myself with your problems, demon.” Ramona spat her words venomously and stood to leave, making Crowley panic and use his last resort.

“I can help you find her.” 

Ramona froze.

She slowly turned to face him, the fire in her eyes matching the one in her throat that would be released if he turned out to be deceiving her. 

“I know they cursed you,” he continued. “They feared your kind, feared you would harm their village-”

“I never did anything they didn’t deserve!”

“I know,” he stressed, motioning her to sit down. She obliged slowly, still ready to burn him alive if he said one word out of place. “Humans fear what they don’t know and hate what they fear. But she was different, wasn’t she?” He could see Ramona visibly soften at the mention. “You loved each other. And they saw that. So they cursed her to have an average lifespan. They weren’t strong enough to overrule the soul bond, so they cursed her soul to be reborn without any knowledge of her past lives. But you’ve found the cure, haven’t you? You just need to find her.”

“I was so close,” she anguished. Her eyes were steaming, her tears evaporating as soon as they touched her skin. “She died in my arms last time.” She lifted her gaze from the table, letting Crowley see the broken hearted woman hiding in that fierce dragon. “Do you know what her last words were?” Her voice was just as broken as she felt, but a strained smile pulled at her lips. “She said, ‘Do I know you? You seem important to me.’ And she smiled at me, and she died. I watched the love of my life die, the one thing that was never supposed to happen. The reason the soul bond exists.” 

Crowley reached across the table to place his hand over hers. “Love, I can help you find her this time, but I need your help first. And if we wait too long she’ll move on to the next one and it will be too late.”

Ramona steeled her nerves and nodded with the determination of someone who knew their purpose in this world and was finally going to fulfill it. 

“I will do anything to get my Treasure back.”

[weirdprompts]

“Is there anyone here who isn’t a total disaster?”

[writingring]

There was about three seconds of silence before Zariya raised her hand. 

“No,”

“What do you mean ‘no?’”

“What else does ‘no’ mean, Rye? You melt when Bailey does practically anything just like the rest of us.” 

Zariya had the gall to look offended. “I do not! In fact, I’d even say I’m the only one here who knows how to control themselves.” 

The group had just enough time to scoff at the blonde’s words before Bailey raced into the room, using her soft thigh-highs to slide to a stop. She bore her trademark grin and an oversized sweater that stopped just high enough that they could see her socks were topped with cat ears. 

“I don’t have to wear pants in this! And look, sweater paws!!!” She bounced in place and made a motion that can only be described accurately as ‘nya,’ prompting the entire room to coo at her. 

“Awww!”

Zariya put her hand down.

[write-it-motherfuckers]

When your friend had called you up to nervously tell you that they’d had a small accident with a spell and needed your help, you had expected something simple and mundane. What you had NOT been expecting, was to walk in and find your best friend very nervously waving at you from besides two deeply pissed off, and completely powerless, gods. 

And to think you had been hoping for a quiet week.

[writingring]

“Bailey, by me,” Zariya commanded with a snap of her fingers. The small girl recognized their agreed upon signal that meant, for Bailey’s own good, it wasn’t a suggestion, and rushed over before the gods could react. 

“What is the meaning of this, foul creature?” The god was surprised when Zariya ignored the insult as she pulled Bailey behind her. 

“Did they hurt you?” 

Bailey shook her head, letting her bangs swish across her nose. “I’m fine, Rye-Rye.” Despite her words, she clutched the taller girl’s shirt in her hands. A small voice in the blonde’s head said this was standard for her friend- she liked to know where the people around her were and vice-versa. This was drowned out by the much louder voice that screamed ‘THEY’RE SCARING BABYGIRL, MURDER THEM!!!’ 

Only after getting confirmation from her -ahem- ‘babygirl’ did she turn toward the intruders. She took advantage of the fact that Bailey was behind her and let her face relax, allowing her more monstrous features to surface. She felt her vocal cords rumble as her voice came out in a low growl.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Person A: “Why are there human skulls in the kitchen sink?”

Person B: “I’m cleaning them!”

Person A: “…..In the kitchen sink?”

Person B: “Where else am I going to clean human skulls?”

Person A: “….Literally anywhere other than the fucking kitchen.”

[writingring]

“Aph, don’t,”

She turned to look shocked at her partner, noticing out of the corner of her eye the woman never paused in her scrubbing. 

“It’s unsanitary,” she persuaded. “Besides, why can’t she do it at her own home?” 

“You know how she feels about exposing Lana to these things,” Cupid chastised, putting an end to the discussion with a firm look. Aphrodite huffed and stormed off, leaving her partner to walk up behind his old friend and gently rub her back through her cloak. 

“Who’s this?”

“Lyudmila. Oh, Cu, she was wonderful!” She focused back on her scrubbing for a moment when her voice cracked. Cupid let her, knowing how hard it got for her to keep her emotions in check. “They called her ‘Lady Death’, y’know.” She chuckled, but cut it short when it came out as more of a sob. 

“I remember her now,” Cupid said with a peaceful smile. “Her and Leonid were truly in love.”

Death relaxed as if he’d just made all her worries go away. “Oh, I’m so glad- she deserved it. She went through so much, but she was the best at what she did.”

Cupid felt the tell-tale feeling in his chest that meant someone nearby was experiencing pure, unadulterated love.

“Tell me about her.”

[write-it-motherfuckers]

The moment the smoke cleared, you knew you had fucked up big time. You had only been doing a minor summoning, most young natural born witches did so. With a minor summoning, the witch grows in power, simply from having a demon around, their general presence somehow boosting the growth of their magic. For the demons, they benefit by being able to feed off of the ambient magic that goes unused around a witch, this type of magic different to others, and actually helping minor demons grow in power as well. It requires no further payment, to create such a pact, which is why almost all young witches preform a summoning, and most low level demons, are very eager to form a pact. Somewhere along the way, yours had gone very very wrong.

Instead of the low level demon you had been summoning, you have somehow managed to summon one of the most powerful kinds of demon, one that, realistically, you should not have been able to summon in the first place, even if you had been trying. It would usually take a very large very powerful coven to summon such a high level demon, and even then, the end result would be up in the air. These demons aren’t ones to be controlled or contained, and rarely take well to attempts to do such. 

As if to emphasise how little control you have in this situation, the demon looks down at the protection circle, and simply steps out of it, looking down at you in amusement. 

“Quite the position you’ve put yourself in, isn’t it my dear?” The demon asked, smirking as they prowled slowly over to you.

Chuckling as they looked over the ritual, they tutted playfully, waving a hand and making it all vanish, your supplies setting themselves aside, neatly packed away. There was some sort of secret knowing look in their eyes, as they spoke.

“My my, what a mistake to make~”

Sliding a clawed finger under your chin, they tip your head back to force you to peer up at them, giving you a devilish grin as they meet your eyes.

“Such a cute little thing you are… Tell you what, I wont rip you to shreds and decorate the room with your innards, if… “ They hesitated a while, delighting in the nervousness you showed, expecting some horrible fate.

“….you allow me to court you” They purr teasingly, though there is something dark and challenging in their eyes.

You know its in a demons nature to joke about such things, but it doesn’t make the teasing threat any less chilling, especially knowing how powerful demons usually react to these situations. Its a miracle they hadn’t shredded you the second they arrived. Their request though is highly odd.

[writingring]

Bailey’s face immediately overheated. 

“Well, that’s an interesting color,” the demon mused, leaning closer to get a better look.

“AAAAEEPP!” Is how I can only guess is how to spell the noise Bailey made as she threw herself backwards. She landed perfectly, if getting stuck in a box with her legs in the air counted as ‘perfect’.

“Now, darling,” the demon purred, taking great delight in the squeak the pastel dressed girl made when her knees were pulled apart just enough for the demon to slot herself between them. The seductress (I call her that not based on the presumption that she is a succubus, but because that is the only non-explicit going through Bailey’s mind at the moment) used one hand on the floor to hold herself up while the other pushed back her loose hair that threatened to get between her and her prey. She used the redness of Bailey’s cheeks as a gauge before gently biting her bottom lip. 

“Do we have a deal?”

[write-it-motherfuckers]

You hadn’t meant to be caught in this storm, hadn’t meant to be out here at all really, but you couldn’t stay a moment longer in that house, with those people. So you had run, you had run and run, until you couldn’t anymore. It was only when the wind started to tug at your clothes and nip at your face, that you started paying attention to where your feet had taken you.

The forest around you stood tall and ancient, massive trees reaching for the skies and shielding the world below, with their vast branches and thick foliage. The roots of the trees created valleys and arches over the forest floor, so that no one space remained perfectly flat, leaves, bushes, and boulders, filling the spaces between and under roots. It was a wonder you hadn’t tripped at some point in your blind run.

Again the wind whips at you harshly, as if reminding you angrily of its presence. The branches above creak and groan loudly, sticks and leaves falling as the violent weather continues to grow stronger. All at once you realise you are lost, deep within the forest, with no where to hide from what looked like a very dangerous storm. The loud crack and thunderous thud of a heavy branch breaking off and landing only a few metres away, is what finally has you scrambling to your bruised and bleeding feet and desperately searching for shelter. 

Each passing second has the weather getting more violent, the wind stinging your skin, and debris thrown around continuously. Abruptly heavy rain begins to fall, forcing its way through the dense canopy to the earth below. With your legs and feet aching, and your heart already heavy, you start to loose hope. 

Something catches your attention out of the corner of your eye, and as you turn, you find yourself looking at a fox, its sharp eyes trained on you, almost seeming to glow in the dying light, and fur barely seeming to move in the wind, as if experiencing a mild breeze rather than the building storm. It lets out a sharp high pitch call, before darting away. Obeying the feeling in your gut, you follow the swift creature. 

To your shock, every time you manage to catch sight of it, it seems to have stopped, waiting patiently for you to catch up. Eventually, it comes to the base of the largest tree you’ve ever seen, its thick roots taller than you are by leaps and bounds, and its trunk wider than the front of your house. The fox waits for you to grow closer, before darting towards the base of the tree. Before your eyes, you watch the thick roots seem to part, opening up to show the entrance to a fox den. The fox darts inside, and you cant help but wonder if perhaps you have grown delirious, and are perhaps already on the verge of death.

Having little other choice, you stumble, fighting against the wind and rain, to the entrance of the fox den. It looks just big enough for you to fit, but still you hesitate, wondering how foolish you are to consider intruding within a foxes den. A deafening boom sounds as a tree a short distance away is knocked over, and you quickly find yourself throwing caution to the wind. 

Climbing into the den, you find it shockingly warm, seemingly lit with dim lighting though there is no source for it. The fox is nowhere to be found, despite there being no other exit, but by now your exhaustion is taking its toll, hitting you all at once. Dragging yourself forward on your hands and knees, you curl back against the furthest wall of earth, shocked by how quickly your soaked body warms. The sounds of the storm slowly fade away, and you vaguely register the entrance seeming to close up on itself, before sleep overtakes your overtaxed and aching body. Strangely, you’ve never felt safer or more at home, as you do now, welcomed amongst the roots of this ancient tree.

[writingring]

“Calm down, Katsuo, I’m coming!” Christian resisted the urge to cuss as the fox growled at him. “First you leave us for years, then you’re suddenly back but you won’t talk to us, now this- I swear, if Geoffrey wakes up while I’m out here I’ll skin you and turn you into a onesie for him, guardian spirit or not.” 

Katsuo’s growl sounded as if he was saying ‘try me’ before he sat down at the base of a tree and waited for the father to catch up. Once he did, Katsuo used his magic to open the tree like parting curtains. 

The small girl was still curled up asleep, though her pacifier that she was definitely supposed to have outgrown had fallen out and her thumb replaced it. 

Christian quickly snapped himself out of his stupor and scooped the toddler into his arms. “Katsuo, what did you do?!” The spirit huffed and nosed the girl. Once she was in his arms Christian noticed that she was definitely underweight and still wearing diapers even though she had to be 4 or 5. He took a shaky breath and nodded. “Alright, we’ll deal with the legalities later, but, yeah, I’ll take her home.” He adjusted his grip and stood up, noticing the spirit close at his heels watching the girl carefully.

“At least Diana wanted lots of kids, right?”

[thependragonwritersguild]

Prompt #7254

“Killers can hide from the law. But they can’t hide from her.”

[writingring]

Death had been called many things in her extensive existence. 

Scary

Inevitable

Cold

Heartless

Cruel

Painful

But her favorite came when she brought in the souls responsible for so many others.

It came when she gathered the jury to decide just how the soul should be punished.

It came when she demanded something harsher than the others were willing to suggest. 

It came when she refused to back down and got the soul the sentence they deserved.

It came from the souls who watched through happy tears as the one who brought them to her was put to justice.

They murmured to her as they kissed her hands and feet, the name that squeezed her iron soul,

Angel

[write-it-motherfuckers]

You were certain that you probably should have been panicking right about now, but after all the ridiculous bullshit you’ve had happen to you in your life already, this didn’t even seem to bump the needle. This was more a mild annoyance than anything else.

Ignoring the panicking teachers and staff up above, you let out an exasperated sigh, resting your chin on your hand as the rather content tiger, continued to groom you, or at least attempted to. You were certain that the bullies who pushed you were going to be in some major shit once the zoo keepers finally managed to get you out, but for now, you were stuck.

At least the tiger made better company than the other students did.

[writingring]

Bailey was very used to ‘dangerous’ animals liking her. From the coyote family that tried to adopt her to the baby bear she tried to bring home because she thought it was a puppy, the four-legged creatures of her town have always liked her more than the two-legged ones did. 

Bailey felt a pain of sympathy for her own cat as the tiger, apparently deeming her clean enough, picked her up with the back of her sweater vest in her massive jaws and carried her off. Bailey was only put back down once her new tiger mom had climbed to the top of the pride-rock-esque boulder. Sarabi then gathered up the rest of her cubs and did the same with them, putting Bailey at the bottom of a kitten-pile. 

The other cubs accepted their new sister swiftly and took turns clambering all over her until one found its way into her sweater vest, prompting the others to join it and settle down for a nap. Sarabi curled around Bailey with a single, huge paw on the girl’s lap. Bailey eyed all the weight on her before shrugging and settling down as well.

“Nap time.”

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Most people would probably find it strange that your personal safe place was in an abandoned graveyard of all things, but you couldn’t quite find it in you to care. You had always been quite drawn to this place, finding a strange sense of calm and tranquillity here, that you couldn’t really find anywhere else.

There was one other who seemed to find the place soothing, though you never really saw them, the two of you always seeming to just miss each other. Though the graveyard itself looked to have been abandoned for over a century at the very least, the other visitor seemed to still have some kind of connection here, always leaving flowers in front of one small group of headstones in particular. 

You knew the other person would come here at least every other day, as the flowers would always be replaced with new ones, the old taken away and the plants that had overgrown the rest of the graveyard, carefully trimmed away from the small group of headstones. It was because of this, that you easily noticed when they failed to arrive.

Seeing the flowers withering away had made something in you ache, and after a week of seeing no change, you found yourself unable to ignore it any longer. Trying not to overthink it, you had replaced the flowers yourself, though you left the old ones untouched, wondering if perhaps the other stranger would find it creepy or rude. 

It was a strange thing to have done, but to your relief, the other stranger seemed far from upset about it when they had returned. The simple bouquet of flowers that they had left in your usual hiding spot, had both flustered and warmed you. You were glad to know that they were grateful but also flustered by the knowledge that they knew where you liked to hide away, as it meant that they had seen you at least a couple times, even if you hadn’t seen them.

Gradually things relaxed again, and over time you found yourself replacing the flowers in their stead every now and then, always finding a small bouquet of flowers in thanks, once they returned. The strange interactions warmed you somehow, even if you still hadn’t really communicated with the other over the years. 

Part of you had never expected to meet them, even though you frequented the same place so often. But you had definitely never expected to meet them like this.

You paid no heed to the rain as you sat in your usual spot, body soaked and trembling as you stared off vacantly. Your reddened eyes couldn’t produce tears anymore, even though your throat still felt choked with them, chest aching painfully as you struggled to take normal breaths. 

It had been a while since you’d gotten this bad, but it always hit you like a freight train when it did, leaving you feeling hollow, even as your emotions threatened to overwhelm you. You were so lost in the pain of it all, that you never noticed the other arrive. 

It wasn’t until the rain suddenly stopped hitting you, that you realised anyone else was there at all. 

Blinking in surprise, you silently turned your head, looking up at the stranger who stood beside you, holding the umbrella over both your heads. You knew there was only one person this stranger could be, given that there were only two people who visited this place, but still their appearance surprised you, not having been anything close to what you had expected.

Taking in the sight of you, they sighed, something sad in their tone as they spoke.

“Oh my dear… such a face should never be filled with such sorrow.”

[writingring]

The metal points that tipped each of the woman’s fingers did not perturb Michael as she caressed his cheek. No, it was her words that upset him.

Those words that he’d always heard in one form or another. 

Boys shouldn’t cry.

What could you possibly have to be sad about? 

You’re too young to know real struggle.

There are so many people who have it worse than you.

He almost pulled away before she continued in a voice that sounded truly pained. “Such a pure soul, but Life has not been kind to you.”

Before he knew what was happening he collapsed in the woman’s arms, letting her familial touch sooth him as she stroked his hair. 

He figured out who she was, of course. Her skull mask with blood red rubies, some of which placed to look like tears. Her cloak darker than dark, but smelling so comfortingly of baked goods. Her umbrella, which appeared to be a scythe if he glance from the corner of his eye.

This woman was Death herself, but she had already treated him so much kinder than Life.

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Aliens have come to earth and started integrating with its people. You’re one of the ones who took it in stride and simply carried on with life. At least… you tried to. However, after meeting one alien, who seemed starstruck for some reason, you’re now meeting them everywhere. They all act starstruck, and they all come bearing gifts for you. 

[writingring]

Once upon a time Bailey was lonely. 

She was kind, easygoing, and had a contagious laugh, but she’d never had a true friend. Instead, she was the kid to sit with at lunch when you were fighting with your other friends.

“For you, Bailey! I have been informed that these ‘hair clips’ are quite desirable among human girls.” 

“Indeed they are,” The girl thought as she let the other girl slip the pastel clips into her bangs, knowing better than to try and move them to the side. The last person who tried to get Bailey’s bangs out of her eyes became victim to her powerful kick.

“Now Bailey,” her aunt once told her, “you may not be able to lift your own weight, but you will kick like a f*cking horse.”

“Thank you, I-”

“Bailey, darling! I got you the next volume of that ‘manga’ you love so much!”

“Bailey, have you eaten yet? Let me take you to your favorite restaurant- the one with the games!”

“Don’t be absurd! I’m taking Bailey for these ‘milkshakes’ I’ve heard so much about!” 

“Hey!” The alien women all silenced themselves obediently. The first alien Bailey had met was clearly in charge. “We will all take Bailey to eat, then we’ll get milkshakes on the way back, then we’ll watch another episode of her show. Can we all agree on that?” The women all muttered their agreement, but the woman in charge looked to Bailey. “Bailey, dear, would you like that?” 

The shocked ‘o’ her mouth formed was cute enough, the women were sure if they could see her eyes it would be too much to bear. “R-Really? You all want to hang out with me?”

The women with less self-control practically attacked the girl with their strong hugs.

“Oh, of course we do!”

“You’re so cute, Bailey!”

“Our sweet, darling, Bailey!”

Bailey decided she didn’t mind the attention.

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Three years ago, you found an injured werewolf on the edge of your wards. You took them in, helped them regain their strength, and allowed them to stay for a while in return for some work around the place. They had been incredibly grateful, and mentioned how much of a relief it was to find a safe place for a “monster” such as themselves, when so many would deny them care or outright kill them. The comment stuck with you, and even after they left, you couldn’t make it leave your mind. 

Over time, you changed and strengthened your wards turning them into something meant to guide, protect, and offer safety. It didn’t take long for the welcoming magic to draw in a few others as they strayed through your forest, your house now a beacon for those in need, rather than a shielded little bubble of solitude, as it had been for years.

Now, your home is always alive with warmth peace and laughter, the wards and rather blunt rule board above the door and fireplace, ensuring that those who take refuge, know not to start trouble. The few that have tried, are either violently ejected from the premises, thanks to your ever strengthening wards, or removed by other patrons themselves. 

Not only is your home a safe space, but it is now also a functioning bar, with food and drink, and even rooms available for those who need to hide and nurse their wounds a while. Supernatural or human, all are welcome to seek refuge. Its strange watching so many walks of life shed their worries at the door and bond with others within the once lonely walls. 

Whilst your slowly growing little sanctuary is not very well known yet, the rumours of a safe space are now spreading to others in need. Now, one of the biggest and baddest names in the supernatural world has caught wind of your sanctuary, and decides to see if this is nothing more than another trap, made to prey on those who dwell in the dark, or truly a sanctuary, however unlikely that may be. 

[writingring]

The first thing the woman noticed when she entered was that the Prince of East Gornium, who had left years ago on his mandatory quest to prove himself a fit ruler, was sweeping the floor. 

She instantly fell to her knees, as one must when approaching royalty. “Y-Your highness! What are you doing here? Fear not, we shall rescue you and-” 

“Don’t call me that!” She looked up in surprise at his urgent voice. He seemed panicked. “You are to address me as Agu here, do you understand?!” 

“Y-Yes, your highness- er, Agu- as you wish. But why are you performing such demeaning labor? Are they keeping you captive here! I shall-”

“Just leave,” he insisted, drawing the woman’s attention to how the entire room was now silent and watching her carefully. “I am here of my own free will, just like everyone else.” The woman could only stutter as Agu deemed his job complete and called to the adjourning room with a far lighter tone than the one he used before, boasting, “I finished sweeping the entry room!” 

An undeniably sweet voice called back, “Thank you, my darling helper!” A woman with silky curls and a motherly aura about her entered the room in what would be considered in many countries the clothes of the help. Despite her attire and the flour smeared on her face, Agu stood tall and allowed her to place a kiss on each cheek before she noticed the woman. “Oh my, why didn’t you tell me we had more guests, Agu dear? Please, come in, there’s plenty of room!” 

Agu crinkled his nose at the prospect of being around this woman who knew of his past, but didn’t dare appear unhospitable. 

The motherly woman gave Agu one last kiss before moving among the other patrons, who all greeted her with smiles. Some had to bow to near uncomfortable lengths, some picked the woman up, and others stood on their seats, but everyone made sure they received a kiss. 

“I-I don’t understand. Your highness, who is this woman?” 

Agu smiled the peaceful smile of someone who knew where they were meant to be. 

“She’s the New Mother.”

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Soft chirping slowly dragged you into the waking world, your mind sluggish and thick with cotton. Blearily, you blinked open your eyes and groaned softly at the harsh sunlight, muttering in frustration until the information suddenly kicked in. 

Freezing, you opened your eyes again and looked around warily, finding yourself laying on a soft bed of moss, between the roots of a massive tree. The sunlight filtered down through the canopy, dancing across your face and body as you slowly sat up, looking around warily.

It was a beautiful place, almost magical in appearance, and yet you remained tense, anxiety pulsing through your veins with every nervous beat of your heart. Such a thing wasn’t all that surprising though, considering the fact that only a few moments ago, you had been fast asleep on the couch at home.

You had no idea how you had gotten here, or even where here was. Somehow, you had a feeling you weren’t going to like the answer.

[writingring]

Agu rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t still dreaming and when he pulled his hands away there was a woman standing before him. 

She seemed pleased to see him and spoke comfortingly in a language he didn’t know. Her soft voice almost carried him back to sleep until he recognized the vocal tilt of a question. 

He tried to communicate that he didn’t understand, feeling sad when she seemed disappointed. She thought for a moment before she had an idea and easily plucked Agu from the ground. He was faced looking over her shoulder, so he could see the way the foliage seemed to wither without her presence as she walked away. 

He couldn’t even find it in himself to struggle as the woman patted his back soothingly.

“Guess I have a forest mom now,”

[writingring]

I’m stuck sick in bed for the day

I just wrote like 5 prompt responses so now I’m going to finally figure out how to use the que.

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