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silly story
ok, imma start this off by giving you rats some potential warnings:
MY AU!!! This is not canon!!!
gays.
some graphics or smth
my crappy writing style (i am using a phone on a notes app so it’s gonna be worse.)
light curse words a lot
heavy curse words rarely but they are censored to the point where you still know what they are
Stevehero
Hero, just… Hero… he knows what he did
oh, and here; some songs to listen to while reading cus i’m insane (pls give me more songs to use 4 it if you have some ideas!!)
alrighty, that should be it, time to eat my children’s;
(also some curse words that are in the middle are censored so i don’t get yelled at)
oh: if it’s purple then it’s Hero’s thoughts, blue means Steve’s thoughts
[this is a 3rd person pov but over Hero]
Pit pat, pit pat, pit pat, the sound of a rain storm brings joy to those who are inside doing rainy day activities, some sleep to it, others do crafts, or read. Wind chimes that decorate the porches of houses rang out into the quiet rain filled night, calling out for those around them to hear their tunes and bring a smile on the faces of those whom hear. The town was mostly empty for the time being - due to the rainstorm obviously- but there were a few people here and there, walking their dogs, carrying groceries, going for a walk. Though they all had one thing in common; they all had a raincoat or umbrella. Something Hero did not. It was dark out, and cold, and his hair was all wet and sticking to his neck and face, sure, but did Hero care? H*ll no, why should he? It wasn’t like he was out there to find the ugly cursed cube. Who would think he was doing that? Well, maybe he was, for good reason! He was finally going to kill Steven. And when he succeeds he will be as happy as a monster could get. After all it wasn’t like he got caught in the freezing cold rain and forgot a jacket. Noooo… He was indestructible compared to Earth’s weather and other stuff.
As he walked up the path on the mountain to said hideous cursed cube, he grabbed onto his arms and tightened his grab on them, leaving nail marks which turn his arm a bit red. Once he was finally up the dreaded mountain, he walked up to the door and was about to just open the door but instead…
knock knock knock
“Damn it Hero! Why did you f*cking knock?! Stupid! Stupid! Stu—“
crreeeeaaaaakkkkk. He knocked. And Steven opened the door before Hero could dart away from embarrassment.
“Oh, hey there! Hero…? What are you doing at my door in the middle of the night during a rainstorm?” Steven looked at him like he was worried. Hah! What kind of idiot does he think he is?? Looking worried?
“Nothing! I merely came here to slay you and claim full power! The weather is no problem against I, the great and powerful: Hero!” Although a great performance, Steven looked as if he doesn’t buy it. His face looked like he just witnessed a robber trying to say he wasn’t robbing the bank, with the money in his hand. But his gaze shifted from Hero’s face and to his arms that were shaking from the cold with nail marks indented into them. And just like that his gaze… Softened…
“Cocoa…? It might warm you up a bit? And once you have your full strength back, you could then try slicing my head off. Maybe you’ll finally get it clean off or a cut on my neck! Unlike Alex…” Steve grabs Hero’s arm gently and drags him into the hideous cursed cube against his will. And like an idiot hands Hero his warmest hoodie.
“Wha-! Steven! You imbecile! We are meant to be enemies! You aren’t allowed to give me a hoodie and offer me cocoa!” Hero tries to plea only for Steven to pull the hoodie over Hero and pull him into a tight hug resting his head atop of Hero’s.
“Whatever you say… Anyways, what type of cocoa do you like best? Dark, milk, white… others I don’t know the name of??” Steven wrapped his arms tighter around Hero, only to let go and walk towards his kitchen. Hero was slightly disappointed the hug ended so quickly, only slightly disappointed! But he frowned and quickly changed his expression to annoyed when he realized his expression.
“Please as if a great being as I needed or wanted cocoa! If I may remind you I am all powerful and do not need cocoa—“ Hero started getting dramatic again, only for Steven to cut him off.
“Dark cocoa with milk and sugar it is…” Steven rolls his eyes as he fills a kettle up with water and sets it on the stove, letting it boil. “I think you left a book you were reading when you were here last, you wanna finish it or just read it while the water boils?”
“Which book did I leave? I don’t remember leaving a book here” Hero walks towards the bookshelf and studies the books there while Steven walks over.
“I think I put it… Oh, here it is! ‘Don’t want you like a best friend’ …Don’t look at me like that!” Hero death stares Steven in fear but making it look like he’s about to commit murder. {great book btw, it’s rlly good! gay too - ☆CA☆}
“You didn’t read it did you?” Hero grabs onto Steven’s arm and puts a death grip onto it, leaving nail marks in Steven’s arm as his face goes red and heats up.
“N-no! why would I?! I only read books people recommend to me or let me read!” Steven tries to hold eye contact but fails after the ‘no’ he stutters as he looks around the room trying to not look Hero in the eyes while his face only gets redder and redder.
“Look at me in the eyes damn it!” Hero’s grip tightens “…Why do you look like a damn tomato?!”
*insert whatever the heck a kettle makes when it’s done boiling the water*
[Switch 3rd person pov over to Steve]
“Oh thank god! Thank you kettle for saving me! Good god that was kinda hot if I’m being honest with myself…”
Steve quickly walked over to the kettle to remove it from the stove and stop it screaming, luckily - and sadly - Hero had extremely sensitive ears when it comes to loud noises, so the kettle screeching made him let go of Steve so he could cover his ears.
Steve grabbed two mugs and started making Hero’s cocoa first, once he finished it made sure to add a few marshmallows and then picked it up and went over to Hero and helped him back up and out of his curled up ball on the floor and over to the couch in front of the television.
“You want a blanket? Or is my hoodie and some cocoa enough to warm you up?” Steve said as he sat down next to Hero and turned on a movie the two had started watching but never finished because Hero fell asleep and Steve didn’t want him to miss a lot of it.
“I’d prefer if we cuddled…” Hero mumbled under his breath blushing a little bit “No, no, this is fine.”
Steve’s face stayed the same and worried that Hero turned down the blanket offer. But on the inside he was screaming with victory after hearing what he assumed Hero didn’t mean to say.
“Alright, well you can hit play on the movie, I’m going to get my cocoa ready!”
~time skip cause my lazy self doesn’t have to time and energy to lay out all of that, all you need to know is they finished the movie and ended up falling asleep cuddling on the couch (also I like thinking that Hero is short enough that Steve can do cute stuff with him<3)~
As Steve slowly opened his eyes he rubbed them and looked at the clock on the wall.
9:28
Wait… 9:28?! As in A.M?? Did the two really pass out cuddling on the couch all night??? Hold on, why’s he even worrying? He doesn’t have a job, he’s farms and takes care of his animals. That’s his job. But nonetheless the farming can wait, right now, he’s cuddling his literal soulmate. Might as well enjoy it before Hero wakes up and decides it’s time to kill him…
muwah 💋 {or smth idk}
Steve gently places a soft kiss on Hero’s head, as he then nuzzles a tiny bit closer without waking him up.
“Damn… I wish this could last forever, but he’s gonna wake up and possibly kill me soon… His hair smells nice… Almost like.. like vanilla… My favorite scent… That’s just a coincidence..! It’s not like he actually listened to me rambling about things I like, besides that’s a common scent for soap! Not planned out whatsoever! Hah… Who the h*ll am I kidding? I know damn well he wouldn’t ever consider or think about me unless it was to plan out my death….”
Steve happens to find himself in an overthinking anxiety attack state, only for a soft yawn to knock him out of it. Steve blinks a few times and removes his head from where he was nuzzling into Hero.
“Hm..? Oh, good morning Hero. Did ya sleep well? Are you hungry?” Steve asks as he realizes that Hero woke up.
“Shut it…” Hero shuffles around and shoves his head into Steve’s chest. “Let me sleep you dimwit…”
“You’ve been asleep for hours already though… Could you at least maybe tell me how you slept? I’ll shut up after! And I’ll leave you alone to go make breakfast for when you’re ready to eat!” Hero grips onto Steve’s shirt with one of his hands. “Hero? You okay..? Oh, do you want me to—“
Hero cuts Steve off by pulling his face into a kiss with both hands, Steve’s hands softly grab onto Hero’s waist only for Hero to pull away and shove his head into the nook of Steve’s neck. Which only leaves Steve to get redder and more surprised.
“Finally you shut up…” Hero grabs onto one of Steve’s hands and holds it while he slowly falls back asleep. “Now go back to sleep, Steven…”
*{insert silly error screen here:3}* “What the h*ll just happened??? Did he- I- wha— Holy crap he actually just- …His hand is soft :D”
Steve looks down at Hero with a giant smile on his face, then he softly places a kiss on Hero’s head. Which leads to Hero kissing Steve’s neck.
“Steven, I said go back to sleep…” Hero
mumbles just load enough for Steve to hear.
“Sorry…”
“Don’t apologize..”
“Okay, okay, I’ll go back to sleep. Though could you not kiss my neck— Ow!” Hero bit Steve’s neck :]
“I said go to sleep.” Hero proceeds to then somehow pass out.
“Alright, whatever you say…” Steve closes his eyes “I love you… Hero..”
Steve falls asleep, leaving Hero staring at him with wide eyes and a soft blush.
“I-“ Hero stutters a bit then softly whispers with a smile “I love you too, Steven.”
DCST AU💚🧪🏝
Hi there, so as you know it an older post I showed my DCST au the Survivalist AU, I'll explain a little of my idea here because I am not informed on this stuff yet- (I'm working on it ;p) but hers som little lore!
The Survivalist Games
Diary Entry #1
Any normal person would know, never to risk your life in such dangerous situations but today, that wouldn't apply to our current situation
This was no normal game, no, it included all 7.8 billion people on earth, and whoever didn't survive at the risk of danger, was gone for good, I'm not sure how it happened, but, all I remember is that, I must Survive
It happened all to quickly, Class had just ended before a weird green smoke surrounded the whole planet, not long after I woke up some......voices coming from open pipes around told us what we were brought here for, to fight to the death, see who would be the smartest, cleverest, or strongest amongst all, I only happened to hear that whoever won, could go back to a normal life, but how was that possible when the whole planet was on this huge island in the middle of nowhere? Did the government get reduced to nothing as well? I'm not sure but all I have to do, is survive till I'm the last standing, I can't trust no one....
- Ishigami, Senku
That is the start of the lore, to give a simple summary, some weird smoke clouded the earth, some people who refer to themselves as gamemasters kidnapped them all, shoved them on an island, and told them to fight to the death, this storyline will have a similar story to OG DCST but not entirely, it's going off a mix of the hunger games(have not read yet but will!) So, I'm only going off the top of my head, this little au was inspired some others au's I saw so credits to them(I can't remember names I'm sorry 😭) for giving me this amazing idea! I just thought that we could twist up the DCST au's a little bit! Oh and, here's a sneak peak to 2 other characters in the story
Evil Mecha Senku, He's a game master, and yes there will be lore about how here's and all that so don't worry!
And then here's Tsukasa in this AU who we'll see later down in the line, if you wanna see Senku and Gens designs scroll down to my older posts!
(Also, if anyone would like to draw other characters apart of the au, go ahead! Tag me, have fun with it! It's an open au for now till i get the story down more, and if you'd like to draw the current spoiled characters go ahead! If you have any questions please comment or dm me privately! :3)
Dreams are all that I have now.
All that which keeps me alive.
During the day and at night.
The push I need to breathe again.
Simply put I am up in the clouds.
Far from this world yet tied down to it.
Cursed rules and expectations locks my pretty feet.
Hands tied up with stupid facades.
They feed me normality.
My body doesn't like that so I return it.
All that comes from me are small whispers.
Names of cities and my favourite stories.
The bright constellations and beautiful flowers.
Perfect tea and old world libraries.
Scent of the moon and sound of the ocean.
Winter breaths and summer giggles.
Love for you and love for me.
Bleeding Gods and their sad lovers.
Deep poems and sweet music.
I am filled with the things I love.
And everytime you burn my soul,
You make a star glow.
Everytime you silence my voice,
Thunder rumbles over the mountains.
And when you think you've put me to sleep,
Think again before the moon comes out.
I may be filled with all things sweet and soft and nice.
But I've learned to fight over the years.
I'll let my wolves hunt tonight.
And they won't rest until all your dreams become nightmares.
And watch how I hold you in there forever.
A slave to your mind till the end of time.
© Moonyloonywitch
02/09/2021
I was a child of the desert from a very young age, even though now I am more closer to the sea. This was inspired by my many trips to deserts during my childhood, and of course Paulo Coelho's Alchemist.
Deserts have always seemed magical to me. Their golden sunsets and brilliant night skies have kept me in awe forever. It's almost like having a universe and space right here on this Earth.
(ps : Sahara simply means desert in Arabic. I came up with the part about moon just for the story. )
HERE WE GO
SO, as i stated like a year ago, i will randomly post things from my story/ies. To starts off, if it sounds copied from somewhere/one I'm sorry because I will have no idea about it. These are things thought up in my brain with help from writing prompts.
Let's start off with the world. It's a futuristic sort of landscape, looks pretty and shist, but its horrible (yuh duh, what story ever started with a perfect place?) and about 93.46% of the population is homeless/jobless ect. The other 6.54% of the population which isn't, is living their best life. They got food for days, huge effing mansions and amazing clothes, along with the best jobs said place has to offer. Although, there is a thing which ain't exactly normal. When people are born, they get a certain tattoo which will determine what they have a 'feel' for. An example is someone who has a 'feel' for being around people, or someone who understands justice or revenge, or someone who gets love. You get the gist. The colour of the tattoo determines if they'll use their skill in a good or bad way, or if they'll use it at all. Also, everyone is born with a creature guarding them. If an angel guards you, you are basically one of the bestest people ever, if a demon guards you, you're just effed up or evil. If a dragon guards you, you're fierce as hell, and if a reaper guards you, that means you're gonna die. That's it.
The main characters: Ok, first of we got Famien Shelp. He's 15 years old, and can't do crap. He's like 176cm tall, has bright red hair, palest skin, green/yellow/blue/grey eyes (it is an eye colour, my friend has it) and no muscles to his name. He is obsessed with music which is about 800 years old, an example would be My Chemical Romance. He gets sent to this mental hospital because of his tattoo and guardian, as all the people there are.
Second we got Angel Chioma Celeste. She's 15, and she does all the crap. That's her job, she has to do all the crap, she came straight off the streets into the mental hospital because of her tattoo and guardian. She's 164.5 cm tall, brown eyes, brown hair, acne, a tan and she has no muscles, but she ain't skinny, she's like in the middle of thin and not so thin. Likes 800 year old music and sometimes even older. Listens to things like (again) MCR, Arctic Monkeys, but also likes pop.
Cind Harp- impersonification of Gen Z. Has no hope, definitely not emotionally stable, but she's a goddamn phoenix. You hurt her, she'll murder you. She has your downfall prepared. Enjoys making jokes about how she'll die soon. Electric blue, coiled hair, 159cm tall, most wonderful violet eyes, skin the colour of cocoa. Is at the special camp.
WHY AM I DOING THIS?
Because I can. Also, i gotta put this somewhere outta my brain.
finally moving into an apartment !!!
so, a few years ago, i realized just how bad my home life really was. i ended up moving in with another relative, but recently things fell through and i had to move back in with my monster mother. but, i am finally moving out and getting my own place! i'm going to be able to attend pride events for the first time! i'm going to be able to celebrate the holidays for my religion! i'm finally going to be free of the judgment and abuse i've dealt with my entire life. i am free. or at least, i will be in six days
Short Stories #1
Missing
He disrupted the crisp, foggy air with his hurried gait. A man dressed in a brown trench coat and a peculiar black top hat moved swiftly but stiffly, as if trying to act casual, through the dim lit, narrow, cobbled street of Paris. Mist drifted lazily at his feet due to his fast pace and a crescent moon peeked from behind the dark, heavy set clouds, just barely illuminating the mysterious, harried man's face. Beads of glittering sweat had gathered on his forehead and brows while his face held a sickly pale pallor. Though his face was blank, there was poorly concealed fear in his dark eyes. His hands trembled and lips quivered, twitching the greying goatee on his chin, for the barest second. His shoulders were tensed and held taut and his back was ramrod straight as he took a sharp turn into another street. The lights flickered but he continued, his pace getting swifter. The lampposts puttered and the lights went off allowing darkness to envelope the surrounding. For a long minute there was stillness and silence. Even the echoing clacks of the man's shoes had halted. After a minute, the lights flickered on again and underneath one of the lampposts lay, on the dewy ground, a brown trench coat neatly folded and a peculiar black top hat resting on it. The man himself, was nowhere in sight.
