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Post by Mina on Aug 21, 2015 14:35:29 GMT
I'll see what I can do over the next couple days Any particular situations you'd like to see? uhhh! Yeah? That'd be nice, wonderful, awesome, incredible *fainted* No... anything is fine *-----*
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jennung
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Black Haze is not just a simple webtoon but a rejuvenation of the souls each coming week.
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Post by jennung on Nov 5, 2015 6:55:39 GMT
If you guys would come up for a plot or just ideas I'd be game to write something. I'm just a beginner, so don't expect too much. I think the little one shots will be about 2,000 words or so will be good. (Although, I have not been updating my other fan fiction 'cause I am horrific at keeping up with the dates....) Something funny and one off.
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Post by Mina on Nov 8, 2015 13:15:49 GMT
If you guys would come up for a plot or just ideas I'd be game to write something. I'm just a beginner, so don't expect too much. I think the little one shots will be about 2,000 words or so will be good. (Although, I have not been updating my other fan fiction 'cause I am horrific at keeping up with the dates....) Something funny and one off. If you ever write sth about Shic/Blow or Shic in general, please tell me *shiny eyes*
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jennung
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Post by jennung on Nov 10, 2015 7:13:46 GMT
Hey Guys, this is just a little story a made up. I think it's a bit triggery..? I'm honestly not sure, it's a sad story and I think I'll write something a lot more fluffier next time. Have fun reading.
He ran his cold fingers up my sides and I felt the icy spider web crawl around my body. I was frozen, my mind conjured thoughts at an unimaginable rate, but he didn't stop, his hands were higher now, sensually brushing past my collarbones and over my shoulders. I didn't want this, it felt too bitter sweet, too good. His hot breath was in my ear now, and I felt my legs give in but his were perched between mine. Unable to stop this, I fell pray to this sin, I shivered as he licked the shell of my ear. His tongue was dangerously slow and coated every part of my ear with saliva. This wasn't good, it felt like a marking, a brand of hot pleasure. He stopped for a moment and I looked up to meet his lustful gaze, he let out a rush of hot air into my ear but before I could enjoy it the piercing pain on my trapezius muscles was pure madness.
I screamed in pain and struggled against his hold. His grip was iron though, unable to be breached by my flimsy arms. It made me think, I was so much more powerful than this, and yet, why am I subdued in such a humiliating way? Are the simple nodes of seduction that powerful, or am I just asking for it? "Stop." He demanded in a low sultry tone, I flushed at the simple word, the only word he had uttered was uninformative and useless. Stop, stop with what? If anything, he should be the one to stop. His rough hands brought me out of my thoughts, the pain was somewhat relaxing, one was gripping on my shoulder blade and the other, was on my derriere. I bit my tongue to prevent any sound, he needed to stop, before I lose everything. I closed my eyes and just endured it, determined to make this, whatever this was, to go away.
"Look at me." I stayed stubborn and closed my eyes, I could hear him grit his teeth in a seething manner, I cowered a bit at the sound, I didn't know what he would do but it wouldn't be pretty. And I was right. He viciously slammed me into the wall and my eyes blew wide with fear, his red eyes peered into mine, and for what felt like eternity we stared. It gave me time to think what I was doing here or how could I have avoided this. It appeared he didn't like me thinking because an animalistic scowl appeared on his face and before I could even react he moulded his lips into mine. I gave a gargle of distaste and thrashed my head from side to side trying to rip the horrendous lips off of mine. He only got rougher and rougher though, as he shoved his slimy tongue in my mouth and explored my dental cave, I screamed in his mouth. This wasn't supposed to happen, or even be considered. How was I in this position? The tears leaked out of my eyes in similarity to a faucet, I tried not to vilely hurl up my dinner but it was not working.
He must have predicted the onslaught of events and detached himself from me. I hurled on the concrete floor and he just stared, at my misery, his cruel acts. The emotions were devoid as he pulled me up and went for round two, not minding the barf that was still fresh. He just kept on going, even though he could see my discomfort and my reluctance. I didn't want to open my mouth again in fear of what might come out. Not to mention my breath stunk and I felt broken down and used, I didn't want to speak in fear of the consequences and kept my mouth shut, he kept on going though, not for a moment did he stop. His hands were still roaming and I had finally garnered the courage to do something. I launched my knee into the side of his ribs with as much force as I could muster up and I felt satisfied as I heard something snap. For a moment I felt pure bliss as he was finally off but he only came back with more force, he kept his long legs close and ready to block an onslaught of attacks that I may throw. He held my hands above my head and the kisses went down my neck onto my clavicles, he stopped for a moment and sucked hard on the flesh, it hurt so much, the purplish reddy hue was bleeding and bruised, never to be the same.
I struggled again, with more force, more determination. I refused to give up and concede to this sexual assault that was bordering rape, I screamed for anyone to help me, to save me from this fate and finally, my wishes were heard. I got away from the wall, I ran as fast as I could away from him but I knew he wasn't going to give up without a fight. I felt him grab the hair from my scalp and tear my body towards his own, I whimpered in pain, hadn't he done enough? Haven't I, suffered enough? I turned around and clawed at his hands, my nail dug into his flesh and I could feel the blood dripping down my forearm. His grip didn't falter though, he seemed utterly calm and overall stoic. I was getting desperate now, so I decided to go for his weak spot again and kicked him in the ribs, it was obvious that he still hadn't healed and was bleeding out on the inside. He recoiled back in pain and then turned to his side and coughed out blood. I felt my breath stop, I had ruptured his lung, who knew how long left he had to live. It took a few moments for my brain to understand what was happening and how serious the situation was. The guilt gnawed at me from the inside out, what if he didn't make it, that would make me a murderer, I felt sick to my stomach again. I reached over and grabbed his shoulder, he showed not intent to stop the movement and I led him to the couch, I watched as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve but the haunting liquid that kept flowing didn't stop.
He sat down on the couch and I called the ambulance, as he tried to lay down I stopped him and let his body lean on mine, he wouldn't be able to breathe otherwise, he'd be hysterical and choke to death. I felt his hair tickle my neck, I made no movement to stop it though, all of these events were beginning to splinter my resolve. He was a serial offender that had killed so many more before me so why was I being soft? Who was I to step in the way of justice for the grieving families that lead a life of `why'? But even with that information I still couldn't drop my hand, I was too afraid to throw him into prison, I didn't want to forget the boy I had once fell in love with. It made my eyes water and my throat dry, I could feel his blood seeping into my dress shirt and I lost it. I gripped his head and kissed him, "Why did you do this? Why did you do this to us?" He only could look at me with those eyes, I cried, then and there the water went just down my cheeks. He turned his head to the side and kissed the tears away, leaving bloody stamps behind. I could feel his coarse lips dragging and his breath growing shorter. I was panicking more, inside of my pocket I got out a handkerchief and held it to his mouth.
"It's going to be ok Shicmuon, everything is going to be fine. Just please don't leave me alone, again. I need you." His eyes began to droop and finally the curtains closed and the act was over.
The strangled cry of a heart broken lover rang out into the stars and disappeared into nothingness.
Jennung
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havoc
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It was always... just... Me.
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Post by havoc on Nov 10, 2015 15:59:47 GMT
Hey Guys, this is just a little story a made up. I think it's a bit triggery..? I'm honestly not sure, it's a sad story and I think I'll write something a lot more fluffier next time. Have fun reading. That was really depresing. And it took unexpected route. Can't say that I've enjoyed it, since it was sad indeed, but I really apreciate every new fanfic Now I'm looking forward to some happier of your stories
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Post by Mina on Nov 14, 2015 9:32:26 GMT
I already read in on AO3 I think I'll go and write an comment as soon as I'm finished writing this^^ And I agree with havoc. It's really depressing, but I'm just glad you wrote a Shic/Blow fic! I'm looking forward to your next story
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Post by Aulora on Jan 15, 2016 2:43:47 GMT
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Post by tableswillflip on Feb 26, 2016 6:28:10 GMT
LispenxMikel fanfic with a really lame ending: Lispen had just finished chopping the Tower Magicians vegetables for his King’s favorite soup, when suddenly, he saw in the corner of his eye, a white robe with a smooth, beautiful leg poking out underneath. He turned around out of curiosity. And then, his eyes locked with a gorgeous 50 year old man. When their eyes locked, they both knew, that this was Love. Lispen quickly turned away, thinking to himself, “That leg was filled with silky, maidenly beauty. Wait no. You can’t catch me gay thoughts.” What a tsundere. Meanwhile, Mikel was admiring Lispen’s bubble butt. Lispen noticed his gaze and blushed abashedly when he realized where it was directed. Mikel smirked his sexy smirk and said, “You know, you look real cute like that.” At this point, Lispen was fifty shades of red. Even worse, the soup was overcooked. “E-excuse me,” stuttered Lispen, “I have to go now.” Mikel sighed disappointedly and told Lispen, “Well then, please come to the fourth tower if you ever… need something .” And they parted their ways, never to see each other again, unless you count that one time they both got drunk and did censored stuff. Censored scene excerpts“This is my first time, so please don’t be too rough on me.” “You’re really good at kissing~!” A bed
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Post by Neco on Feb 26, 2016 15:15:55 GMT
LispenxMikel fanfic with a really lame ending: Lispen had just finished chopping the Tower Magicians vegetables for his King’s favorite soup, when suddenly, he saw in the corner of his eye, a white robe with a smooth, beautiful leg poking out underneath. He turned around out of curiosity. And then, his eyes locked with a gorgeous 50 year old man. When their eyes locked, they both knew, that this was Love. Lispen quickly turned away, thinking to himself, “That leg was filled with silky, maidenly beauty. Wait no. You can’t catch me gay thoughts.” What a tsundere. Meanwhile, Mikel was admiring Lispen’s bubble butt. Lispen noticed his gaze and blushed abashedly when he realized where it was directed. Mikel smirked his sexy smirk and said, “You know, you look real cute like that.” At this point, Lispen was fifty shades of red. Even worse, the soup was overcooked. “E-excuse me,” stuttered Lispen, “I have to go now.” Mikel sighed disappointedly and told Lispen, “Well then, please come to the fourth tower if you ever… need something .” And they parted their ways, never to see each other again, unless you count that one time they both got drunk and did censored stuff. Censored scene excerpts“This is my first time, so please don’t be too rough on me.” “You’re really good at kissing~!” A bed This was a great read! It had me on the edge of my seat the entire time! You really know how to bring the drama and entertain the reader! 10/10 read gj~! pffff it was hilarous xDDD
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neliete
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Post by neliete on Mar 8, 2016 16:52:12 GMT
Ok, this is what I came up earlier today while in the public transport. An awful way to put time travel in BH universe. Don't attempt something so stupid as this.
+ as I have stated quite a lot of times, English is not my native so there could be stupid mistakes ahead. Read at your own risk, lol.
---------------- Some say teleportation comes hand-in-hand with time travel while others might do their best to prove that those are two separate matters. Nevertheless, the title of the book in front of him certainly incited curiosity. A handwritten book that states time travel was possible for a person once in their lifetime - if it was a lie, then it didn't hurt to keep reading. ...but if it wasn't, if these messy letters contained the truth... wasn't this too good of an opportunity to waste? Just imagining setting everything that went wrong in the right tracks again made a shiver go trough his bones.
It wouldn't hurt to try. It shouldn't hurt to try.
He hurriedly read the book; the magic circles were more than just 'complicated', they were unimaginable... but still nothing that he couldn't understand. It wasn't difficult to pour mana in the shape needed, the overly complex magic circle even started to make perfect sense now; all that he needed to do is to find the right moment to travel ba--- ---ah, what is this feeling? Is the magic starting to work? Vision certainly was getting a lot more blurred, it even was so hard to stay awake.
No. AWAKE. Must stay awake...? The surroundings...? Have they changed? He didn't remember so much paperwork being in the room were he was until now so this must have been it. That feeling must have been time travel (or he was just getting senile). To think that it actually worked! Was he the first person who succeeded? This.. this was an important discovery! ...and equivalently dangerous. What if everyone started to jump into past? Well, of course not everyone had enough mana to make the circles; the one performing that magic should be at least second rank magician and he highly doubted that it would be possible to send someone else...
But that wasn't important. He shouldn't forget why he was here.
First, it would be problem if he happened to run into himself. But a quick glance to a mirror revealed him to have gotten younger appearance. Was it convenient? Certainly. Was it strange? Yes, it was. Just what happened to the version of himself that was supposed to be here? Was his consciousness te only one that travelled back in time? ...but he guessed that this matter won't give him a headache on the short run. Second, the date. Wasn't it important to know to when he had travelled? So... the date. Oh, were are calendars when they are needed? But at least from his appearance he could deduce that this was about eight years ag--
Shit. While he had ran through his pockets he had discovered a note. Small, carefully folded note. No. That... no. No. It can't be that note. With trembling fingers he unfolded it just to see what he already had expected. Dreadfully ugly and childish handwriting and ink that is smeared by tears. No. No. NO. Not... again.
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Post by havoc on Mar 8, 2016 19:34:39 GMT
Ok, this is what I came up earlier today while in the public transport.
I thought while reading: "Rood? Must be Rood. But what if...? Plese not Mikel, plese not Mikel, please not Mikel...!" I panicked a little xD Mikel in the past, and younger Mikel at that doubles the trouble x'D But it had me on edge of seat for a moment and ending was (for me) unexpected, so thumbs up!
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neliete
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A fangirl of Raven, The King Of Dorks
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Post by neliete on Mar 8, 2016 20:18:24 GMT
Ok, this is what I came up earlier today while in the public transport.
I thought while reading: "Rood? Must be Rood. But what if...? Plese not Mikel, plese not Mikel, please not Mikel...!" I panicked a little xD Mikel in the past, and younger Mikel at that doubles the trouble x'D But it had me on edge of seat for a moment and ending was (for me) unexpected, so thumbs up! Yeah, like the guy wasn't tormented enough without me writing fanfic like this.
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Post by ghoulchan on Mar 8, 2016 21:22:36 GMT
am i the only one here that seriously can't write?... or atleast the stuff i write... i think it's bad. sadly this is the only example i have animefan9545.deviantart.com/art/Unnamed-Story-430194737, and some of it is still from serval years ago... mainly the last part... though i fixed spelling in that.
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havoc
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Post by havoc on Mar 8, 2016 21:27:21 GMT
am i the only one here that seriously can't write?... or atleast the stuff i write... i think it's bad. sadly this is the only example i have animefan9545.deviantart.com/art/Unnamed-Story-430194737, and some of it is still from serval years ago... mainly the last part... though i fixed spelling in that. Everytime I think I found a good idea for a fanfic, after reading what I wrote, I find it so boring that I drop it halfway. So, you're not alone...
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Post by ghoulchan on Mar 8, 2016 21:31:57 GMT
am i the only one here that seriously can't write?... or atleast the stuff i write... i think it's bad. sadly this is the only example i have animefan9545.deviantart.com/art/Unnamed-Story-430194737, and some of it is still from serval years ago... mainly the last part... though i fixed spelling in that. Everytime I think I found a good idea for a fanfic, after reading what I wrote, I find it so boring that I drop it halfway. So, you're not alone... nah for me it's more like "and suddely i can't continue..." seriously i couldn't get past that airial attack, and there is a whole world still waiting. and now the battle part is making me mad because it's bad (that rymed XD) then again the first version i wrote when i was 13-14. the last that part is still a left over from that.
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