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i have a bunch of written work that i'd like to share. some of it is old or unfinished. criticism would be appreciated. thanks, y'all.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------i have a bunch of written work that i'd like to share. some of it is old or unfinished. criticism would be appreciated. thanks, y'all.
Prompt:
The hero shows up at the villain’s doorstep one night. They’re shivering, bleeding, scared. There’s also a slightly dazed look in their eyes- they were drugged. They look like they were assaulted. Looking at the villain, swaying slightly as they’re close to passing out, they mumble “… didn’t know where else to go…” then collapse into the villain’s arms.
The city has been quiet of activity for a while now, as far as I knew. Our makeshift base, here in Sentril, was a warehouse on the outskirts of the area, and it was quickly becoming the home of my ally’s human-crazed trends.
“Six! Siiix! Look what I got!” Michiyo trotted into the warehouse with what looked to be a strangely short and hollow pole. Her bright green eyes were shining in the dark, her form illuminated by the light of a strange and hollow cylinder, “It’s a battery powered ‘lava lamp’! Isn’t it weird looking? Humans like to keep this in their homes for…” She paused, searching for the word, “Ah! ‘Aesthetic’!”
I gave her a blank stare as she grinned at me, her fangs colored pink by the lamp, and said “… Yeah. Cool. Put it by the… color box or whatever.”
“The television,” She corrected, brushing her asymmetrical, black bangs out of her face as she turned around and set it on the ground.
“You stole the lamp thing too, didn’t you?” I asked. Many things that were currently in the warehouse were only there because Michiyo had the impulse to take them. The ‘television’, the ‘satellite dish’ for the television, the tables that were for the ‘kitchen’ counter, and many other knick-knacks that I certainly do not care for. The ‘television’ is entertaining when it’s a slow day, though.
“Pssshh. No, I didn’t ‘steal’ it. Obviously…” The fact that she didn’t turn to look at me to speak told me otherwise.
Michiyo and I had been stationed near Sentril long enough for her to turn the warehouse into some kind of base of human collectibles, as well as a mini-headquarters. She finds humans fascinating, and she thinks of ourselves – ‘Demons’ – as normal compared to the ‘alien technology’ that humans have. Ridiculous, but at least she doesn’t hate them.
Recently, in our war against those named Angels, not much has happened, not since the Angels announced themselves as public figures to the humans. Our generals, after said announcement, told us to lay low and let the Angels have their clout for a while to prevent us from exposing ourselves to the humans alongside them. Sentril has been specifically empty – One of the Angels that stationed in the city was reported to have left on a different mission, leaving their apprentice behind to look after the city.
The apprentice’s face popped into my thoughts – Tau. His bright blue eyes always shone through his messy, earthen brown hair. He was a rather young lad, and every time we had a battle, he’d always be smiling. He fought with me like it was a game, like I was a simple goon of some sort, and when either one of us would pull out of the battle, he’d wave at me. Waving to the enemy in the middle of a war effort? What kind of Angel was he?
I rolled over on the couch that Michiyo had also stolen a while back, and I could feel my hands and my horns heating up. Tau was… Irritating to me, to say the least, and it didn’t help that my abilities would always react aggressively about it.
I stood up to avoid burning through the couch again, and I could feel Michiyo giving me a knowing glance.
“You’re thinking about that puny Angel again?” I wasn’t looking directly at her, but I knew her laughter was bubbling in her throat.
“Shut it, lizard,” I grumbled, walking towards the mirror propped up on the other side of the room. Michiyo kept it there for her ‘Instantgram’, some kind of human communications site where they post images. She got a lot of attention as something called a ‘cosplayer’, so she dressed up every now and then in her battle gear. Her consistency in her pointed pupils is what got her the name ‘lizard’, and I used it against her from time to time. It usually shuts her up effectively, but not today.
“What do you mean? You miss him, or something? How he beats you all the time?” Michiyo laughed, “Ah, that’s just hilarious. Really, you shouldn’t let an Angel like him get to you.”
Although she loved humans, she hated the enemy with a passion. That’s what comes with war, is what she told me, and war is something that must be won. We should know, she said, as we are war-based Demons after all.
I stared at myself in the mirror, my hands pressed to the metal wall. The heat slowly died down as I took a deep breath, the glow in my horns diminishing. I have always been praised by higher-ranking generals that my horns were like an angry bull’s, and that my hair was like a beautiful wildfire. Destructive, unfazed, and fiery, and that was the entire gist of me.
“Well, I’m gonna head back out and do some rounds, or whatever,” Michiyo said. I heard her voice traveling towards the front of the warehouse, “Don’t burn my human things like last time, if you happen to start thinking about that Angel again!”
“Then stop stealing human things in the first place,” I said, twisting to turn and look at her, “Or I’ll burn all of it and more.” Except for the television, my thoughts said, that’s the only interesting human thing.
“Fine, whatever. See you later, nerd,” She pulled her hoodie over her hair, shoving her hands into her pockets as she slid out the door.
Wait, didn’t she just get back? My head asked, but I shook it off as I sat back on the couch. As long as she shows up when her presence in a battle is needed, that’s fine with me.
I had only just turned on the television for about ten minutes before I heard a knock on the door.
Michiyo? She literally just left, what does she want? I thought as I turned off the screen and strolled over before realizing that Michiyo never knocks like that.
Michiyo’s knocks were always loud and plural, an attempt at annoying me. The knock I had heard was singular and weak, followed by an even fainter tap on the door.
No general knocks like that, either. Who could that be? My head rambled through all the people I knew, and my hand drifted to the doorknob, could it be a human? No, humans think this place is abandoned. Michiyo left a magic circle around this place, they can’t get in here. Right?
Foregoing all of my caution, I opened the door and nearly jumped out of my skin.
Shoulders heaving and knees shaking like all hell, Tau stood in front of me. His left arm, with his normally rolled sleeves unraveled and torn, was covered in a violent plaster of deep, deep blue blood. His right hand gripped his sides tightly, and tightened even more as his throat repressed an urge to vomit. There were bruises forming all over him and his face, and strangest of all was that his usual smile was nowhere in sight.
Tau looked straight up at me, his bright blue eyes clouded and dazed. His words partially slurred, he mumbled, “… wow, he… he actually… opened… the door…”
“What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed, my eyes jumping from wound to wound on him. He looked as if he were badly attacked, as if he just fought a general, “It is the middle of the night and you went to your enemy?”
He, evidently struggling, took a step forward, his shoulders beginning to sway, and muttered “I… didn’t know where else to go…” before falling onto me.
I stared at him, my arms instinctually raising to hold him. Who – or rather, what – could have done this? Tau is strong, isn’t he?
My thoughts ran through thousands of questions before I realized who exactly I was holding. Tau was my enemy. The opposition, the other side. I shouldn’t be helping him, nonetheless holding his unconscious form.
And yet… something in my gut told me to bring him inside.
Somehow, I partly carried and dragged Tau to the couch, laying him flat. Even unconscious, he looked like he was in pain.
TO BE CONTINUED BECAUSE I’M LAZY
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A/N: i wrote this earlier this summer based off of a prompt i saw online lol. there are some chunks that i want to change but for now, i'm leaving it like this. the characters featured are OCs, but i don't have any concrete biographies yet.
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Prompt:
He crouched and hugged the wall, slowly sliding past the windows. Voices and the shuffling of feet grew louder. He broke into a dash as the voices became clear behind him.
“He’s over here!” a voice shouted. He kept running, slipping and sliding around corners and up stairs until finally reaching the roof tops. The Darkened skies and clouds of black ash greeted him. His lungs were burning and his leg ached but he couldn’t resist spacing out at the vastness of destruction. Flaming trees, crumbling skyscrapers; a ruined city. Where the hell was he?
@mattcheew_ew
this is an au where Six, in his more ancient form, is somehow sent to a “future” – or rather, present day, modern society – and is forced into a human’s body. now, both the human, Brian, and Six (at the time named Sest) inhabit the same body and have to figure out how to make things normal again.
It’s not every day that you see a ghost staring at you from the edge of the woods.
Then again, that doesn’t normally happen, ever. So why was it happening to him?
Brian gazed warily at the silhouette of a woman with long, flowing hair, his feet slowing down from his usual pace of walking home from school. This has never happened on this route before. Maybe he should consider a new one.
The ghost lady lifted her arm, her whole form flickering as she beckoned him towards her. A shiver sprinted down his neck, crossing the finish line in his feet. His breath got caught in his throat as he looked around, though his hope that she was asking for someone else was soon lost. Where did everyone go? To be fair, it was nearly dark outside – he was coming home from soccer practice – but it wasn’t late into the night yet.
The lady nodded, a tiny smile curling at the edge of her faint lips. Her clear eyes looked straight at his.
Swallowing his nerves and a bit of his pride, he shook his head and stepped off the sidewalk towards her. It had to be a prank by his friends – they knew full well how much occult stories scared him, and Brian decided to prove them wrong.
She closed her eyes and her smile looked wider. Whatever hologram program his friends were using, it was a damn good one.
Brian made steps closer to her, though he hesitated once he got to the forest edge. His gaze turned back to his city; why did it feel like a change was happening, like something big was going to happen if he chose this ghost lady?
The foreboding gut feeling left quickly when he saw the lady retreat further into the woods, and in that moment, he chose to follow.
He didn’t know how long he was following her for; the sun had set, but he was afraid that if he checked his phone for the time, he would lose her.
She stopped in front of an old, twisted tree. It looked charred and black, and there was the smell of ash in the air, despite the lack of embers.
Brian stopped as well, and watched. The ghost lady didn’t move, and she didn’t turn to face him. All she did was stare for a while.
Suddenly, she turned, her ghostly eyes bright and her smile brighter. She pointed at the base of the tree, several times in succession, as if to say “This is it. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for”.
At the tree’s base was a small fountain. It looked like the kinds of fountains that are in the gardening sections of every store, where it was a mini-waterfall with a small pond at the bottom, although this fountain was clearly aged and worn.
Brian approached the fountain, got on his knees and stared into the bottom. In the center was a small, pulsing orb. Every once in a while, it faintly glowed bright yellow, like a weak match.
His brain scolded him, telling him to get away, but his hand reached into the fountain anyway. Although the orb was an inviting flame, the water was a freezing cold, as if it were also telling him to stop.
His fingers brushed the orb, and suddenly, a searing heat shot through his shoulders. Letting out a startled cry, Brian curled his hand back towards him, but when he peered back into the fountain, the orb was gone. As he began to look around, he noticed that the ghostly woman had also disappeared, leaving him alone in the woods with the strange tree and the stranger fountain.
Fearing that he was lost in the woods, he briefly ran towards the direction he hoped he came, but it wasn’t a very long trip – A couple of steps took him right back to the sidewalk he left. It was quite dark, and Mom would be wondering where he could be soon. He turned to the forest, but he didn’t see the burnt tree that he had just left.
A sigh escaped his lips as he made his way back home. Whatever happened tonight was probably nothing. After all, it was probably an elaborate joke his friends decided to play on him. Hell, maybe it was even his imagination.
After getting briefly scolded by his mom for not telling her where he was, Brian trotted upstairs and into his room, where he changed into his pajamas and did some pre-calculus homework before going to bed.
There was nothing to worry about, right?
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Everything was so cold. Freezing, glacial, terrible cold. Why was it so cold? He remembered feeling sleepy and warm a moment ago, what the hell happened?
His body was shivering violently underneath some soft, but it wasn’t a hide he recognized. When he opened his eyes, he saw something spinning on the ceiling and the moon from the strangest window he’d ever seen.
WHERE AM I? WHAT IS THIS? WHAT HAPPENED? His thoughts screamed as he sat up and stumbled forward, WHY IS IT SO COLD?
He looked wildly around the room, desperate to find a heat source, but only came across a reflection of someone. Although, that someone was certainly not himself.
THIS BODY… THIS ISN’T MINE WHO IS THAT I AM SEST THAT IS NOT MY FORM – He leaned in for a closer look. His eyes were all wrong; his right eye had a white sclera and brown iris, while his left was normal, with a black sclera and yellow iris. His skin was wrong as well, being way too pale, and the horns that were normally on his head weren’t even there. His hair got it the worst; it was completely black, and not the fiery yellow that it was supposed to be.
Sest turned away from the window, unable to look at the strange body anymore.
WILL FINISH SOON.
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A/N: this is also a prompt writing (now that i think about it, i do a lot of those, sorryyy). i do have an idea of where i want this story to go, but i'm not gonna post the outline i have, mostly because it's... very chaotic, to say the least.
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