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Introduction: Welcome to Sankari

You find yourself at the front door of an apartment building, and something draws you to the elevator. As you zoom upward, you can see through the glass window, the city down below, pink streetlights glowing in the twilight as rain pounds down. You recognize it, though you’re not sure how.

This is Sankari, the city of heroes.

The elevator opens into the penthouse apartment, floor-to-ceiling windows cover the far wall, looking out over the city. You turn around to see more floor-to-ceiling windows, this time divided by a balcony with doors open wide, looking out over a calm empty beach, the rain and the ocean blending almost indecipherably. Warm salty air blows in from the ocean. 

A huge armchair and an overstuffed recliner sit facing the balcony, each with a side table with what seems to be writer’s accouterments as well as beverages. Music plays gently from a speaker between the two chairs, just loud enough to be heard over the rain. 

Parallel to this scene, across the room, is a wide kitchen where someone is standing at a counter chopping veggies. There’s an open laptop to one side of her, and she periodically looks up from the cutting board to squint at it, sometimes abandoning the vegetables all together to hit a few keys.

You clear your throat and she looks up, eyes wide. 

“Oh, shit! Sorry, we’ve been expecting you!” She dries her hands off, shutting the computer as she shouts. “RORY!”

”WHAT LIZZY?” Another voice replies.

”C’MON, THEY’RE HERE!!”

”OH, SHIT, REALLY? HANG ON, I’M COMING!”

A quiet crash can be heard from another room, and a second person appears. They see you and wave. “Hey! Welcome! Glad you made it alright, we can be kinda hard to find. I’m Rory, they/them, and you met Lizzy already.” They gesture to Lizzy as she rounds the counter. “We made Sankari, and everyone in it.”

Lizzy, alongside Rory, beckon you towards the chairs. You have a lot of questions, but you can’t seem to find it in yourself to ask them yet. Instead, you sit down between them, in front of your own laptop.

”We made this place to be a world that people can get lost in, a place to feel safe and loved and to learn to be safe with themselves.” Lizzy hums, logging in to your computer as she leans over your shoulder. “It means a lot to us, so thanks for stopping by.”

”We want to make a place that is inspiring, exciting, and beautiful, despite being broken.” Rory nods, taking over the computer as Lizzy steps back, “we wanted to inspire you, so we’d love for you to stick around and let us do that.”

The two fade away and you are back, simply staring at your screen.

 <3 Lizzy

<3 Rory

I think you'd like this story: "Metamorphosis" by Caiimoo on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/332546396?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=AlleriaDota6&wp_originator=NPwKu3LLXnzhaWvKtl3wMjZLad5wWtT%2BnVBug7lipFEB8YmkNl4Letf%2FLmyYn8vBIGobE5o%2FvfJKigrIjBMYS0A4HK%2BCOG1CGx9I4GvOVUYe1bsS9%2Bh6JXhgQDHvtHZR

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Metamorphosis

Zachary is a genius prodigy who seems to be uninterested in keeping his friends and live an active happy life, he copes...

A mischevious plan

I’ve been contemplating on whether or not I should put my stories and plots on here and now I decided to just go for it. This one is a super short oneshot from my collection, I hope you give it a read and enjoy it. P.s. this story is credited to me and the whole story is mine so I would need anyone to not copy my own work. I’ll post my Wattpad link in my next post if you wanna check out my account so stay tuned. 

The golden rays of soft sunshine kissed my skin as it tumbled onto the couch where I sat, basking in the warmth of the early spring morning. The comfy cushions relaxing my body as my lids lulled to sleep, only a crack open. The serene noises of the shower playing a peculiar rhythm in my ears from the background; the tell-tale sign of my boyfriend taking his shower. My body sank further into the couch, twisting a bit to relax my muscles more. As I did, my onyx pools caught onto an object placed on the clear table. My gaze didn’t falter as it stared back at me. After intensely thinking for a minute, I grabbed hold of the object in question; his phone. A glimmer flicked in my charcoal orbs as a mischievous idea made its way into my head. My vermillion edges curving up into a grin as an image of his face when he finally found out what I had done. With the goal of changing his current wallpaper into something funny; like his embarrassing snaps or his funny silly faces, I unlocked the lock screen. Being the sweet boyfriend he is, he always let me have his phone, and his password, making the task a whole lot easier. The moment my raven globes landed on his home-screen, all thoughts of the plan flied out of the window. There, on his screen, a picture of us together in a café, with our bright smiles, happiness colouring my face as his dimples dug deep in his cheeks, an open book in the middle of us and two cups of warm coffee resting on each side stared at me, bringing my actions to a cease. A warm sensation developed in my chest, traveling from there until it spread across all over my body to the tips of my toes, filling all of my senses. I couldn’t help but let a wide crescent crept onto my scarlet plumps while my starless spheres narrowed in affection.

“What are you grinning for?”

A gravelly voice startled me out of my trance, making me jump. Instinctively, I locked it back, almost losing hold of the phone. A surge of heat started gathering in my puffy cheeks when my spheres soaked in the view that appeared in my field of vision. Unable to tear my gaze off, I swallowed the lump in my throat. His mauve strands were soaked, clinging to his forehead. Water droplets dripping down from his plum streaks, along his broad shoulders onto his well-defined abdomen to his waist where a soft fluffy white towel loosely wrapped around it. The small piece not providing enough coverage with his buff torso and sturdy thighs on full display, leaving little to the imagination. I caught my lower red flesh between my teeth.

“You know? You’re goanna be the death of me one day.”

Trying to figure out if I should animate this story in blender or Anime studio debut. Different colors of species meeting each other for the first time by accident. It is an interest and hopefully can be motivational, but I really need to know what format this should be in.

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I recently had surgery, and at the time I came home, I had both my cat and one of my grandma's cats staying with me.

- Within hours of surgery, I wake up from a nap to my cat gently sniffing at my incisions with great alarm.

- I was not allowed to shower the first day after surgery, and the cats, seeing that The Large Cat is not observing its cleaning ritual, decided I must be gravely disabled and compensated by licking all the exposed skin on my arms, face, and legs.

- I currently have to sleep with a pillow over my abdomen because my cat insists on climbing on top of me and covering my incisions with her body while I sleep (which is very sweet but not exactly comfortable without the pillow). She also lays across me facing my bedroom door, presumably on guard for attackers who may try to harm me while I'm sleeping and injured.

That's love. 🐈‍⬛🐈❤️

"Don't cry," He whispered to the broken girl beside him on the ground, "you have me."

The girl choked on her own tears. Blood splattered on the dusty dirt ground below them. It was only them left.

"Now... Now the war is over," She wiped her tears away, "when my friends are all dead. And I'm still here."

- Dreaming of Wolves//Story Excerpt

I never really got a childhood. Sure, I had a beginning, but a troubled one. I became an escapist from day one, always flying to my imaginary world instead of the real one. I didn't like reality, and frankly, I still don't because of the people inside them. I had to grow up too fast. They pushed me into the blinding reality, and I got hurt. They laughed when I fell in my hole, and they never helped me get back out. I never forgave them for that. Now, as I look back, my beginning was stolen, my middle was me realizing it, and what will my end be? All I want is a happily ever after, something of fairy tales. I want to be the girl raised by wolves, or protected by the forest creatures. I want to find someone who makes me feel so loved I won't even have to doubt it anymore. I need something to prove me wrong that my end won't be as tragic as how it all was written in the start. It's time I pick up the pencil. It's time I start rewriting my life.

- Dreaming of Wolves// Short Stories

YALL

My family's got some pretty wild stories, but this is one of my favs

So, two of my aunts were just wanderin in the desert, as one does, and im not sure of the details but they managed to kill a rattle snake. Out of curiosity, they decided to cook it to see what rattlesnake tastes like. Once they were done, they went back home to find their VERY angry grandmother. Their grandma wasn't angry that they had killed and eaten a rattlesnake, she was mad because they used her good cast iron skillet.

"A coffee please"

A small story I have in mind and want to write before the motivation go down.

Meet Ethan and Blair

Two souls with different life. What can goes wrong?

(I know some original story are a little unpopular and people prefer fandoms characters. And that's alright, I just want to share it with pride~)

Tales from fiction writing class

Something you remember but you’re not sure why

I don’t know why I remember the light brown mushrooms that would sometimes grow by the flagpole. 

Sometimes, in the early hours of the morning, when I would be a safety patrol at my elementary school, it would be my job to raise the flag outside at the front of the building. The pole was surrounded by a circle of concrete that was surrounded by a circle of yellow and purple marigolds. On the side closest to the building, occasionally, there would be a mushroom that would grow there. 

Somedays, I would walk over it and try not to notice it, giving it only a sideways glance. Then, somedays, I would enjoy stepping on it and feeling my shoe softly squish it down into the dirt. I would never touch it with my hands because it could be poisonous and it would get in my mouth and kill me. 

I stomp it down then wait a month for it to regrow then I stomp it back down. Then the school gardener found out about it constantly regrowing and pulled it out by the roots and I was sad.  

For you, J

I don’t know why I’ve allowed myself to think about you so much for so long.

I feel pathetic and stupid and starkery.

I hate what I’m doing to myself 

I hate that I’ve compared so many people to you

I hate that I feel like I annoy you.

I hate that I thought we could maybe be together but it’s dumb.

I hate that I’m so sad but I have no reason to be sad.

I hate that I have created cathedrals in my mind for you, even after I said I’ll stop.

I hated that when I told you I did, you didn’t understand what I meant.

I hate that only time you ever told me you loved me was when I was sitting on your lap in your car at four in the morning and you didn’t mean it. I’ll say it now though.

I love you.

I hate that I didn’t say it back, even if I wouldn’t have been able to really mean it, but at least I would have meant it more than you.

And I hate that I’ve lost my biggest fantasy.

You have someone new but even if it lasts till tomorrow, I know I still shouldn't try to get you back. 

You’ll never read this and I’m glad.

So, my somewhat ex-lover

This is me, signing off. 

Tales from Friction Writing Class

write a character that is unreliable

For as long as I can remember, I have loved Halloween. I don't remember why, but I do. Maybe because it was one of the only nights of the year when my parents wouldn’t fight. Maybe because I was able to dress in as much black fabric and red paint as I wanted without our neighbors pointing out that "Girls shouldn't dress so gloomy." Maybe it was because my favorite photo of my brother was him falling asleep in a stroller with a Kitkat in his mouth. For whatever reason, I always looked forward to October 31st. But after sitting in a holding cell at 2am, covered in fake blood, I have started to rethink all the hype. 

The officer walked in. "Moralez, let's go." I got up and saw that I had left a red stain on the wooden bench where I had just sat. I hoped the officer wouldn't see and add it to the charges. 

He escorted me into a small dark room with a single light hanging from the ceiling. It looked just like the ones in every cop show.

"Alright, let's get started." He sat me down in a cold metal chair. Once he sat, I was able to get a good look at his face for the first time.

"Hey, I know you. Aren't you the hero cop of Maylan County?" He looked taken aback but pleased. "Well, thank you, but that was two years." 

"I know, but still. I followed that story for two whole months. No one could stop talking about it. You got shot in the arm taking down a Meth Lab and saved two kids as well. That is amazing."

The officer started to chuckle. "You really know a lot about that case." He looked down at the papers in front of him, still smiling. "It's kind of my thing. I'm a Journalism Major."

"That's a great field to go into. A lot of opportunities for jobs."

"Thank you, sir."

He looked down again and seemed to remember where we were."So," he started. "What were you doing in the graveyard? "

I tried to make myself look small and innocent. "Pulling a prank, it's Halloween."

"A prank on who?" He backed off a bit.

"Melody Ginmen. She's the one who called you, right?"

"I'm not allowed to reveal that information." He wrote something down. "The witness said that they saw someone devil worshiping. They reported strange lights, smoke, and a dark figure bathing in blood."

"Yeah, Melody started a rumor that I'm a Satanist, so I decided to give her what she wanted."

He was quiet for a moment. "And are you?"

I laughed. "Of course not. That's ridiculous. I made sure that Melody overheard me saying I would go to the graveyard. Then I bought a bunch of stuff on Amazon and made sure that she followed me out there."

He kept writing. "Why would she start this rumor?"

"Cus she hates me. Ever since I stopped going to church with my family five years ago, she and her friends have had it out for me."

"Interesting."

"You've probably heard of her family. They're crazy religious zealots. They don't go to the doctor. They don't watch PG-13 movies. They bully people in town and protest Halloween events."

He finished writing after a minute. "I've heard enough. I'll be right back." He walked out into the hall and started talking to some other officers. After a moment, I heard a voice exclaim “I KNOW WHAT I SAW.”

Within twenty minutes, I was in the back of a squad car, being driven back to my dorm hall. The new officer asked, “So what are you studying?” 

I smiled, “Religious studies.”

Tales from fiction writing class

Write a scene where the characters are talking about an issue without actually stating it.  

We stood outside the bar, my mother and I. It was starting to rain, but she was smoking, so we couldn't go inside yet. I was slowly becoming miserable. 

"Can I go inside?"

"Gimme a minute. I'm almost done."

I didn't speak and she took another drag.

"How'd you start smoking anyway?"

"Your grandma."

Silence and a drag followed.

"Are you done yet?"

"Just wait… Jesus," she answered, angrily.

Silence. Drag.

"I really don't like this… you know," I said.

"What? Me smoking?"

"No."

The rain was still lightning falling. It reminded me of the end of a garden hose. How even when you stand under it, you never feel wet.

My mother finally spoke."Well, I do."

"I can't see why."

She took a last drag and threw the cigarette down without fully putting it out first. "You're too young to understand."

"Or maybe you didn't teach me well enough to understand."

Silence. No drag. "If you don't like it, then don't come next time."

I felt like crying. "If you're unhappy, I understand. But you can stop and do the right thing. We can do something and try to fix it. It's like when you remodeled the kitchen. You…".

She cut me off then. "The problem isn't in the kitchen, it lies in the foundation. Once the foundation's cracked, there isn't much you can do."

I wish I hadn't brought the topic up. "I don't think the foundation is cracked. I love our house. I want to save it."

Before she could say anything, the door to the bar opened. The bartender walked outside and came towards us. "My shift's over. Imma head out."

My mom turned towards him, happily saying, "Are you sure you can't stay?"

I turned away from them. I heard him say, "Yeah, but I'll see you around."

The joy in her voice died. "Around?"

"Yeah. So… bye."

They were quiet for a moment. 

He got into his car and turned on the engine. The radio started blasting some profane rap song. Once he was gone, we looked back at each other and I decided that it was time to head home. I walked to the passenger door of our car. My mother didn't say anything and walked slowly to the driver's door.

We started on the fifteen-minute drive back home still in complete silence. I decided to finally speak. "You know, even if the foundation of our home is cracked, you can't move into one of the fake room sets at IKEA."

She didn't say anything. Perhaps I had gotten to her. We pulled into the driveway and saw that my dad was already here.

A Garbage Story That I Had To Write In Under 100 Words And 10 Minutes Or Ghost Boy

There once was a boy who saw ghosts. So, one day, his mom toke him to see a psychic. 

As the psychic read his palms, she began to scream. “ He has the gift. The gift.” The boy became scared and they left.

Eventually, the boy grew into a man and became a regular guest star on Dr.Oz and The Maury Show that gave readings to the audience. He got married at 45, then divorced at 63, then remarried at 65. This marriage stuck until he died at 89. But no one could see his ghost.  

(Okay I want to start to write stories about my characters but I don’t have a good English which means that I have to write it in Spanish 🤙✨)

Today who we gonna write about is Vexum the owl boy that I already named as Vexum

Anyways is time to start ^^

El diario de Vexum

Martes 4 de abril, 1987

Pertenecer a los Goetia no es tan fácil como se ve, bueno tal vez sea una buena vida pero para mantener esa vida debes de hacer lo que se te señalen, debes de dedicarte a lo que tus padres te enseñen a hacer incluso si no te gusta.. yo quería ser un gran escritor pero mis padres me hicieron arrancar aquel sueño de mi piel y alma, que desde niño me acompañaban y me hacía soñar, que hacíamos ojos brillar de solo pensar en aquel bello sueño.

Y ahora aquí estoy, un día antes de mi boda con una mujer con la cual solo hablé una vez en toda mi vida, no lo puedo negar,.. ella es preciosa pero simplemente no siento nada por ella más que horribles deseos carnales recorriendo mis venas como mi sangre fluyendo por mis venas pero no la amo, no la amo pero si la quiero, hablamos de manera sexual me siento afortunado de tenerla por que bueno.. ella tiene el cuerpo perfecto, plumas marrón cocoa, flamantes ojos rosa pastel y una sonrisa que derrite a cualquiera pero fuera de el tema sexual y hablando de mis sentimientos la verdad es que no siento nada de amor o enamoramiento hacia ella.

Se que sonará loco pero de todos modos puedo escribirlo, no? Después de todo este es mi diario personal que nadie verá, no mientras yo viva

El punto es que la verdad siento como mi corazón acelera cuando veo a ese diablillo.. su suave piel roja con manchas blancas por donde sea, ese esponjoso cabello blanco, aquel par de ojos esmeralda y esa preciosa sonrisa que me vuelve loco y hace mi cuerpo estremecer pero no solo mi cuerpo se estremece pero si no también algo que está entre mis piernas y me vuelve vulnerable y loco por atención y usar esa parte.

Aquel dulce diablillo se llama Azib, ente los ojos de los Goetia y del infiero entero tener atracción por un rango bajo es lo peor que se puede hacer en el mundo entero pero bueno.. a quien le importa?

Aunque mi boda esté cerca no me importa, yo quiero y seguiré teniendo esos encuentros lujuriosos con mi amado Azib..

No me sacó de la cabeza aquellos dulces gemidos que su pequeña boca produce cada que penetro su suave ano.. es tan cálido y apretado que adoro sentir esa sensación, es simplemente satisfactorio saber que tanto el como yo estamos disfrutando ese momento íntimo y también adoro lo que sigue siendo esto cuando empiezo a embestir dentro de él.. adoro sacarle mil y un gemidos de mi pequeño Azib cada que tenemos sexo.. el es muy pequeño si hablamos de altura así que mi pene es muy grande para el y lo llenó perfectamente de manera fácil

No puedo.. quisiera que los rangos no existieran y así podría estar con el amor de mi vida sin ser juzgado por salir con el.. quisiera que en vez de mi futura esposa Mary estuviera mi hermoso Azib pero bueno.. mañana será aquel día especial en el cual ya no hay marcha atrás..

Atte: Vexum

Explaining Lux.

* As I've recently come to realise, most people would probably not understand Lux's canon. So, as a starter explanation, she is an OC made from a multi-fandom roleplay with a few friends including but not limited to: @hushronni and several other friends of mine who do not have Tumblr.

* So, to start off with, Lux is made as an OC x Escanor (SDS) child, she is not originally a one piece OC, for this ask blog she was adapted from her original storyline to merely be a marine.

* Lux is NOT a self insert however I do project a lot of my negative issues onto her character so please, even if meaning well, do not ship her with anyone other than her canon partner Harley (who is owned by a friend).

* Lux is an adult character, her storyline handles a lot of serious topics as a coping mechanism but also due to the background of her character. I love art of my characters so art of her (or any others from this ask blog) is welcome, feel free to tag me if you do.

* I will be doing more writing based stories, including a mini series which will be coming out soon with Lux's canon story and written versions of the RPs she is included in.

* Thank you very much, and I hope this clears up a few things about Lux's character.

- Author Kun.