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yeah! u can message the mods @from-ashes-they-rise @smugalbatross (won’t @???)  or @skeletalecho. pls dm because links dont go through asks

im @corvidcraft but im exhausted and will probably ignore u out of ‘oops forgot i got a message’ so maybe dont


hey! =D I made a lil comic from one of your writings! it was like someone wrote the text specifically for them. The things they said and words they used were spot on for my ocs. here’s link to the comic. i also love reading the other things you’ve shared =D i see i can’t send link, you can find it on twitter, my username is soulserenade92. just posted it so it’s on top

the link

this is SO COOL

thank you for sending it to me!!!



“What is your purpose here?”

“I play, your majesty. I played when the Tower of Babylon fell and Alexander the Great passed away. I sang to the music of Rome’s burning.” Xe smiled sweetly. “Would you like a song, your majesty?”

“A song? No, I shan’t accept a song from you, however beautiful it might be.” The king says, wary and cautious of the child that sits in his court.

She’s a strange young girl, fond of word play and in no way does she resemble the young girls of the kingdom he reigns over, nor any other he’s ever visited. She’s clad in flowers and vines and a brightly coloured dress with jagged edges, as if it were giant leaves sewn together yet, if one were to touch them, the king is sure that he would cut himself. Silver hair, short and curly, adorns her head and her golden eyes search the room, memorising each face and carefully watching the shadows. The girl wears a broad grin – impish and unsettling in the way that she looks at him.

“Oh?” She asks, disappointment giving way to her malevolent curiosity, “And why is that?”

The child cocks her head to the side with a dangerous twinkle to her eyes. King William’s heart stutters for a moment, skipping a beat in fear – he thinks the child has fangs.

“Well,” He says, choosing his words carefully after a moment of thought, “You’ve yet to give me your name.”

Her eyes light up, “My name?” She cheers, “I do like names, I am called…” The child trails off, her eyes narrow as she looks at him, pulling apart his calculated words, “Ah, very clever, I’m impressed,” she tells the king, knowingly tapping her nose, “No, I shan’t give you my name just like you shan’t accept my song. However, you may call me by this: Cirrus.”

William sighs, she almost fell for his trick, even so, the two both withhold their names and neither has power over the other. With all his dealings with the fair folk – which have been few and far between – he’s never tricked even one and has fallen for most himself. If you repay favour though, they let you go; he has always made certain to repay the favour.

“And when do you leave, Miss Cirrus?” He asks, ensuring that his words make no request of her, he wants no favours to repay. The Fair Folk are in no way fair and he wants no more half truths, especially not from one so old as this.

“Any time I like, I should suppose, though you’re much more interesting to me than Arthur. I think I should like to stay longer.” The child tells him, her voice light and carefree.

“More interesting than Arthur? How so?” King William wonders aloud to her.

“He always fell for my tricks,” She cackles viciously, “He got boring so fast. In fact, he fell faster than Rome and we whisked him away leaving just his sword in the stone. Oh, those did make for such good songs.” Cirrus sighs wistfully.

“I should think they would.” King William agrees, for the songs of the fae always are beautiful, but listening gives them power over you and that is something he does not want.

“I’d like a song now, I think.” Cirrus tells him, pausing to think of a tune before she starts to sing.

The King does not give her a chance to sing, “Then I shall do you a favour and sing you a song.” He sees her eyes widen, realising that she is caught, finally, in one of his tricks with no chance to protest, for he has already started to sing.

“I shall not be whisked away,

Until it comes upon the day,

When I have turned old and grey,

Oh, fear’d lady of the fae,

I have no favours to repay,

So do not sing a song to me,

For within your words I easy see,

Many, many dangers loom,

No words of yours may be my doom,

Oh fear’d lady of the fae,

I have no favours to repay,

And yet I’m neither old nor grey,

So sadly lady of the fae,

It seems that you must go away,

And with that your favour is repaid,”

He sings to her an enchanting tune in a lilting voice that she cannot bear not to listen to though it traps her and binds her with the power of a favour.

“Are the Fair Folk not welcome in your kingdom, Edgar?” She questions, using his false name despite the fact it gives her no more power over him than she’s ever had.

William shakes his head, “The Fair Folk deal in tricks and half-truths. I like to keep my kingdom’s people safe,” He grins at her, secure with the knowledge of his one-time victory.

“Then I must go, dear Edgar, I am bound to repay the favour I owe you.” She states, sadness and disappointment clear in the way she speaks.

He watches her stand, hair and skin shimmering like the moon on water, and walk away from his throne towards the great doors of the courtroom. She turns to him with one last glance, steps into the shadows and disappears.

William slumps, relieved, in his throne. It is neither the first nor the last he shall see of Cirrus, who tells him a different name every time they meet, for he never tells her that she cannot come back.

“You should look out for X. Xe’s bad news.” “Is that so?” “I… yes? Are you trying to tell me that xe doesn’t make you nervous at all?” “Well, thanks to my very convenient social anxiety, everyone makes me nervous, so this isn’t much of a difference. But thanks for the heads up.”

Dialogue prompts inspired from my orchestra:

“On a scale of one to seven, I agree.”

“Is… is that Morgan Freeman? With butterfly wings?”
“Yes. Who else would it be?”

“X, what happened?”
“I don’t know, I looked at the ceiling and forgot everything I know!”

[Something happens and everybody looks out the window, away from speaker]
X said, “You know, I’m trying to help you guys but I guess whatevers happening outside the window is more importan- Oh my god, what is that?”

“Everybody in two straight lines.”
“Can we have a gay line?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re dating them! I thought- I thought we were friends?”
“Stop being so dramatic.”
“Leave me here to die, I guess. Our friendship, my trust in you- broken!”

“That’s rubix cube guy. He always brings a rubix cube. Nobody knows why.”

Ducks are better than crows. Quacksting is better than crowsting, after all.

my first brush with anon hate.

Not only is this anon clearly delusional, they don’t seem to have a very good grasp of the english language, perhaps from the gasoline they’ve been huffing. Quaksting makes no sense and further references will be reported

consider yourself blocked, swine.

Okay but I honestly love you and your blog so much, shitposts and all. The great birb of wisdom and prompts~ (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

Ahh! I got sparkles!! Thank you brave anon ❤ ❤ ❤ I appreciate your words v v much!!!

also here’s a question- vote in the notes

Should it be ‘crow shitposting’ or ‘shitcrowsting’?



“What the fuck did you do?”


Aston was sitting in their armchair in the library. They were reading in the light of the open bay window, the breeze gently ruffling the papers on the table next to them. Birds chirped and clouds passed smoothly above. It was…peaceful. More peaceful than usual. Something had happened.

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this is adorable what the fuck



“You did so well. But I’m here now, so just- just close your eyes. And when you open then again, I promise I’ll’ve made everything better.”

They saw the young girl lying on the slab. She was like a porcelain doll, small and dressed finely. The light reflecting off of the knife by her side shined onto her dress, the silk flowers practically blooming because of it. If her eyes were anymore blank and her brown skin just a bit more shiny, she’d fit just fine on a shelf. Weirdly poetic, in a way.

Their foot dug a bit deeper into the man’s definitely broken arm, his shouts bringing them a bit more joy then they guessed it should. They looked down at his face, the blood from his broken nose accentuating the fear in his eyes beautifully.

“I don’t usually say this, but you’re a real devil aren’t you,” a small smile growing on their face, “Kidnapping these kids, brainwashing them, killing them, doing who’s know what with their remains? You and your group are some sick f*cks.”

The man spit some of the dripping blood out of his mouth and onto the ground. “No one understands. No one’s willing to sacrifice for science. Cowards.”

They grabbed the man by the collar, his broken nose bumping into theirs. “This isn’t science. This is hurting children, children who could have lived happy lives until you ripped that chance away,” their eyes bored into his, “The only coward here is in my hand right now. And now, you’ll be getting some shut-eye.”

They placed their hand onto his forehead, their hand tightening in his hair as his face paled and his body shook as they channeled the fear around them into his body. His eyes rolled back and he went limp in their grasp. They dropped his collar, his body crumpling to the tiled floor.

They were next to the girl in an instant, checking her body for any injuries. They sighed, shoulders loosening slightly in relief of finding nothing. They turned their head to look at the butler and the earl behind them, a wide grin glowing on their face. “Well, here goes nothing!”

They placed one of their hands on the girl’s chest, letting the other fall onto her forehead. They focused their magic, letting it build in their soul, building and building until the green was practically seeping out of their pores and every part of their body burned with it.

They let go. Green tendrils of healing surrounded the two, encircling them like gossamer fabric being woven around them. Green, green was all around, sucking the light out of the room, leaving the two others in the dark as the magic worked. The girl’s body glowed a light blue as her soul joined the chorus, the cyan threads weaving into the green. The place under the hand on her forehead began to glow, the memories of her time trapped in these walls, this horror show, gliding gently into their hand.

The memories glowed even after the healing magic had finished flawlessly restoring her and they had collapsed onto the slab. They watched as the memories slowly faded with no host to hold them, leaving no remains on their hand. They slowly pushed themself straight and looked straight into the knife that had been shoved in their face.

Their eyes looked into the girl’s as she sat up as best she could, brandishing the knife like a sword. “Who are you? Where am I and where is my friend?”

They raised their hands, a calming smile on their face. “Hey, no need for violence here. I’m not going to hurt you.” A bit of magic shot out of their hand and into the girl’s forehead, causing her to drop the knife and to drop forward into their arms.

She tried to push herself off of them, but in the end she fell into their chest. “Who,” her voice said sleepily, “who are you?”

They adjusted her head onto their shoulder, their hand brushing through her thick, black curls. “You did so well. But I’m here now, so just- just close your eyes. And when you open them again, I promise I’ll’ve made everything better.”

They gently placed her back onto the slab, brushing the hair out of her eyes. They turned to the two behind them, leaning backwards against the marble with a bright grin. “I told you I could do it,” they said teasingly.

The two gaped at them, the boy earl’s face twisting in all manner of confused ways while the butler simply gleamed.

They glanced around the room, eyes resting for a moment on each child in the cages surrounding them.

“Well,” they chuckled to themself, “I’ve got a lot of work to do.”



“There’s very little else I’d like to do more than take you apart.”

“I’m not sure if it’s the head wound or just, the general ambiance but that sounded really sexual.”

“Moni… enough-”

“There’s very little else I’d like to do more than take you apart.” His voice was a low whisper, his lips brushing against my ear. I could feel myself shake under his hold, his hand around my waist-

“I’m not sure if it’s the head wound or just, the general ambiance but that sounded really sexual.”

Vitto couldn’t hold it anymore, he burst out laughing. This game was honestly, ridiculous! And Moni’s unnecessary commentary was making it worse.

“M-Moni!!!!” He managed to say through his giggles, “You don’t even have a head wound! Haru does!”

“Well, she’s too busy swooning over Mark to notice, so I have to remind her of it.”

“True…” Vitto didn’t know when it became a thing they did. The two of them had never been too fond of romance, Moni even more so, but at some point in their friendship, sleepovers where they played popular otome games together and… more often than not, insulted them. He gave another small giggle before turning back to the screen, reading through the next few lines, knowing that Moni most likely wouldn’t want to. It did seem to be heading into a… less than desirable direction. Really, it should be law that otome games have a friendship route. Those are nice. And, not gross.

“Oh. Ew.”

Moni looked up from her phone, focusing at the screen, and screamed, hurling her pillow at the TV.


“Moni! Calm!”

“Say that-”


I couldn’t hold-

Vitto frantically pushed the buttons on the console, trying to get past that scene as quickly as possible. Still, it didn’t save them from the reading bits of the dialog, and it definitely didn’t save them from the CG displayed on the screen. One that is most definitely not innocent. At all.

He wasn’t sure when he started screaming, but he knew that he was. Moni was too and between the two of them, the TV, had it been a living being, probably would be blushing bright red from the profanities (and its substitutes) that were being yelled at it.


There was a sudden silence, both of the culprits turning to Moni’s older brother.

“Oh, hi Jae!” Vitto chirped as Moni blubbered and ran to tackle him in a hug, mumbling about straight people and how weird they were and about people making out with vampire werewolf zombies that want to kill you and about how horrible and disgusting people were.

Jae looked down at her, confused, before looking up at the screen where Haru and Mark had finally stopped kissing, and then at Vitto, who was still pressing the button on the console.

Jae sighed, his usual judgemental look back on his face, “Why the h*ll are you playing a dating sim. You’re both ace.”

They could only answer with sheepish laughter.

i dont know how u did it but this is adorable