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katbug3131's bio
A youthful writer exploring all the chaotic, beautiful, and amazingly fantastic parts of their brain. Pronouns: They/Them Age: 22 Shot Glass Collection Current: 114 Not an alcoholic, just a nerd, I promise! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
HOLY CROWWWWWWW Started a new job and have been so busy (╥﹏╥) hopefully y'all have been having a decent time though!! I should finally be getting adjusted to the schedule and will be able to start posting more soon :D
Another one of my character mood boards! This is for Marcheline from "Ashes of Vengeance" a historical fantasy web novel I have in the works✧｡◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜✧*｡
Updated my profiles music! From Upsahl's Lady Jesus to The Home Team's Loud! I wish the automatic music function wasn't so loud on the site though (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
Visual Novel "The Cursed Ones" Part 7, Final --- Navigating the space with ease, he came upon the glistening, unearthly water. It shone as if it was in the sunlight that couldn't reach this dark, damp place. The shimmering blue careened to the young prince as he stepped forth. Sinking into the water, he gently held the woman in his arms as he encased her in the spring. Slowly, a small trickle of light flowed forth. It swarmed the two of them, and began attaching itself to her body. Growing more. The sparkles of light became so numerous they were blinding, and the prince screwed his eyes shut, but the glow persisted as if he hadn't done so at all. A deep warmth, and a comforting chill circled around them in the water. Spinning, swirling, embracing them in a tingling sensation, it spread throughout their bodies and they went from being solid to becoming one with that dancing translucent shine. As darkness returned, a young woman opened her eyes again. Glancing around she truly wondered if this was the afterlife. A colorful place basked in darkness like this, with a glowing spring surrounding her. As she turned, a face greeted her. And thus began her true journey. (It gets a little rushed at the end but this is a late night late night post XD)
Visual Novel "The Cursed Ones" Part 6 --- Clarice's tears stop. A shaky breath exits her and imperceptibly tickles the nose of the great being. "I-I fell in here. My-my arm is gone-I just-I don't want this to happen to me. Not like this. I know-I know- I'm cursed but this just can't be it...Please." Her cries rang out, quiet, broken. Humans have so little blood, and it takes even less of it's loss to go into shock. Death was mere moments away for her. "A curse...What a cruel twist of fate, human. I, too, am cursed. Trapped here in agony, removed far from my homeland." The colorful lights danced in the scales, shifting with each of the beasts words. A string of drool fell from her mouth, and she rubs it away. She stares up at the being and realizes that they're both going to suffer here. Maybe it will be both of their graves. But...she doesn't want that, but-! It's too late for her...Fumbling, she reaches to her neck. That chilly, heavy amulet maintained it's place even during the chaos. Pulling it from her, breaking it's bond to her body, she holds it out. "Th-then, take thi-s." Breathless, she managed out the few, shaky words. The dragon looked to her, and as a single talon slipped it's way through the chain, she collapsed to the ground. A small smile graced her face, as tears slipped into the dirt below. In moments a brilliant light consumed everything in sight. The fearsome, mighty dragon looked no different than the young woman before him. She convulsed, a spasm here, there. Unable to comprehend the overwhelming light that filled the space, she sat awaiting death, no longer able to form a single thought. The dragon moved forth, and embraced her. Lifting her he moved through the cavern. This was not a random, unknown place. It belonged to his family. The royal family that ruled over the magical continent and all it's peoples. And he knew a secret only he could. That the spring at the end of the cavern could save a single life every 100 years.
Visual Novel "The Cursed Ones" Part 5 --- Blue, yellow, pink, purple-it was such a beautiful sight that Clarice would have been overjoyed to see such a scene, if it were not about to become her grave. She fumbles on her knees for a moment, unable to stand without her other arm, before she finally gets up on both legs. It feels as if her blood has run cold, and like the cavern is spinning, warping. Gagging, she stumbles forward. Tears run down her face as she hovers her singular hand over where the wound was. She laughs a bit, and walks more. And more. Further. Farther. Turning back, she can no longer see where she fell in at, but the blood trailing behind her induces a deep sickness in her. Her blood looked like a magical liquid, embracing all the colors of light around it, and seeping into the deep purple ground beneath her. In her lethargic, limping movement she finally comes upon a large opening in the cavern. No longer a narrow path, but a wide space bedazzled with the rays of multicolored light. A deep throb goes through her left side and Clarice falls to her knees, no longer able to bear the pain. She can't continue. How could she? She was going to die here. Alone. Wet. In this beautiful place that felt like the worst nightmare in the world. Breaking into sobs, Clarice laments everything her mother had done for her-just for this to be her fate. As her cries ring out, broken and encased in a despair no other could know, a giant field of dust flows out in every direction. Rubbing her eyes what stands before her is far more frightening than a missing limb. It was a dragon. A large, dark dragon reflecting the lights will a dampening hue. The scales trailed across it's body as large wings receded behind the figure. The dragon's maw reaches her, and as it opens her world stops. But she is not consumed. Instead what tumbles out is not fire, nor teeth to snatch her up with, but words. "What are you doing here, human?"
Visual Novel "The Cursed Ones" Part 4 --- A long, dark, and heavy dream takes her. In a way, she thinks that this death could suit her. Being whisked away, far from others, to drown in agony in a deep isolation. But fate has other plans. Her curse won't let her go so easily, and much less in such peaceful slumber. Coming to, Clarice coughs up lungs full of sea water. The deep, horrific sting of the salt water burning her eyes, nose, mouth-everything! As she does her best to come to she finds herself in a set of water logged ruins. Covered in vines, moss, and absolutely swamped with slow moving water, mixed between the sea and a potential river. Clambering forward she does her best to see in the damp, flooded ruin. A long tunnel stretches out before her, with holes in the top of it occasionally letting in small glimpses of light. The exit is not visible from either end, and so Clarice has no option but to trudge onward. As she continues forth the tiny pinpricks of light are left behind. The air becomes heavy, hot, and it feels as if the water has started moving much faster. In the darkness the wet clothes clinging to her drive her to the end of her sanity, and as she stumbles the growing current takes her under. Flailing, she barely breathes down a few gulps of air before she is in free fall. A giant opening in the tunnel she could not see in the darkness swallows her whole. Stirring, her body cries out in deafening pain. Vomiting, she crawls on the ground in tears, not knowing what's happening to her. As she finally looks around, she realizes what's wrong. Her arm is gone. Not just metaphorically, or as some kind of saying. It has been entirely ripped off in her decent into the cavern. The blood cakes her clothing, and her heart is beating out of her chest at an insane pace. A chill runs up her spine and she barely gains enough sense of mind to glance around. Basked in a colorful light, she sees that the cavern is covered in gorgeous crystals.
Visual Novel "The Cursed Ones" Part 3 --- But this can't be. The man before her is without a doubt the rumored monster leading the bloody, war consumed land of the Domani kingdom. The man who has over a dozen dead wives. The very one standing before her, showering her with such polite kindness, was a bonafide murderer. It stirs a deep confusion in her. The heart that beats faster each time he kisses her hand in respect, and freezes in fear when thinking about the atrocities he's committed. After this dizzying journey to port, they finally arrive and board the ship to head to the Domani Kingdom. The journey starts out quite normal for a sea faring voyage. Decent seas, fair winds, and the crew bustling amongst themselves, excited to return to their homeland. As they venture further in the sea the water becomes dark from the immense depth beneath them. The sky turns, and a gentle rain becomes an oppressive downpour. Soon the sea has done as she does best-turned tide. With all hands on deck her maid attempts to encourage Clarice back into the inside of the ship, but the chilling rain makes her feel alive. Like a slap awakening her from a long, drawn out dream. She realizes this is her life. No longer in that homeland of hers, and on her way to a place filled with uncertainty. She laughs ever so slightly, face upturned to the drops pelting her experience. Uncertain if it's instability, or if she's gone ill of mind, her maid goes to fetch his majesty. He comes out onto deck as the water slushes against the side of the ship. The rain slows his approach, and just as he comes within reach of her as she holds onto the railing, the vessel lurches. Thrown from the railing backwards, nearly falling into the kings arms, the wave churn, and slam the ship in the opposite direction. Fredrick goes to grab her hand, but it's far too late. Clarice has gone overboard.
Visual Novel "The Cursed Ones" Part 2 --- As the king speaks, he announces something completely unexpected to her. She will be wed for the peace of the kingdom. Not to any random man either, but Fredrick Domani, the infamous warmonger and bride killer of the Domani Empire across the sea. He has been wed countless times, and each time the bride either died or disappeared. It was a fate much more terrifying than just dying to the blade of a hateful, neglectful parent-it was an unknown. How much she would suffer, the pain she'd go through, what he would /do/ to her before she died. She knew nothing. Compared to being hauled off to the slaughter house, this made her stomach churn in unbelievable nausea. Since this is a visual novel you have some choices you can make as the player, but I'll go along the more "common" or simple story path. Fredrick Domani stands next to the Emperor, your father in name only, and intervenes before the Emperor can cause you any more grief-insisting that it would be best to set off immediately. Clarice returns to her room, packs what little she has to her name, gets into a scuffle with her half siblings who view themselves as "true royals" for sharing their fathers golden hair and being treated far better as children of the queen. The scuffle ends and Clarice sets out on a long journey to port, along the way she sees sides of Fredrick that are never spoken of-not that Clarice had ever heard. He is kind to his vassals, fair, and just almost to a fault. The consideration he shows her in his every action is foreign and so overwhelming that it strikes a terrible unease in her. Helping her into the carriage? Ensuring her tattered dress is replaced with something comfortable? Assigning a servant who is devoted and faithful without a hint of malice? The realization dawns on her that perhaps this man couldn't have been the one the maids spoke of in their gossip session as they walked the halls. Perhaps it was someone else entirely.
I was messaging Kiwiiii and ended up spilling about the story related to some of my character boards in the art group, so I decided to post them here!! It gets much more story like as it goes on trust in me my friends ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
Visual Novel "The Cursed Ones" Part 1 --- We follow Clarice Matis, a child of a lowborn concubine in the Matis kingdom. She is cursed from birth to die young and miserable, and her mother is distraught by this. She turns her sole family heirloom, a beautiful ruby amulet, into a ward to stave off her childs curse. It works for the most part, but her mother passes not too long into Clarice's childhood, and so she grows up without a single ally inside the kingdom. Thrown in a supply room with a small decrepit bed, falling apart furniture, and walls peeling with age, this is the life Clarice has always known. Her family cannot be so hasty about killing her-her mother was smart enough to spread a rumor that interacting with, much less killing Clarice would set the curse upon her attacker. Clarice lives, but it is not a life with dignity, nor an ounce of happiness. As Clarice becomes an adult she is finally summoned by her "family", the king, queen, and her two half siblings. Before an entire crowd of onlookers, nobility from all ranks, servants from every part of the palace, there is not a single familiar face amongst them. The king leers down towards Clarice, and smirks. Clarice assumes he finally found a way to get rid of her without being in danger, and prepares to die. She does so casually in her mind, but even she can't deny the despair forming in her heart. The heavy, thrumming pain that threatens to tear itself out of her chest-is this all her life would amount to?
I made a long list and sent it to Penny with my recs in no particular order and not by any specific genre, hopefully some new songs for you folks can be found here ₍₍⚞(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾ The Home Team: Brag, Worthy, and Loud (All separate songs by same band) Autumn Kings: Hellbound The Toxhards: Doombop! Sawyer Hill: High on my Lows UPSAHL: Time of my Life, Lady Jesus Two Friends: Hell Confetti: Guilty Pleasures, Hot, Feel It, Elephant in the Room, Rob a Bank, Right Now, Motive, Ghost, Dear God, Lie a Little AJR: Inertia I don't know how but they found me: Bleed Magic Flavor Foley: Static Yoe Mase: Bitter Unlike Pluto: Yippie Ki Yay Amine: Riri Emotional Oranges: Built That Way Codeko: All Night Omar Apollo: Hit Me Up Papa Ya: Outta Here Sweater Beats: Enemy Con Bro Chill: We Came to Party TrippyThaKid: Dunkleburgers Fukkit: Flashbang, Repeat Max: Would you Love me Less?, Working for the Weekend, Stupid in Love, Checklist Heart & Colors: Lion Ieuan: Honey Lavender Layto: Houndin, Alpha, Manic Oliver Tree: Alien Boy Paris Paloma: Labour Jeris Johnson: damn! Adam Jensin: The Mystic Merk & Kremont: Hands Up 8 Graves: Better Off Dead Jagwar Twin: Loser Haley Reinhart: Honey, There's the Door Digital Farm Animals & Gaullin: Ballin Au/Ra: Panic Room Little Mix: Woman Like Me, Black Magic Ekali: Forgot How to Dream Loud Luxury: Body Cortis: Go! 6arleyhuman: Millionare Asteria: Take a Pic, Eyes on Me, What you Want, Faster N Harder, Tell Me Lies, Bloodbath, Project x, You Can't Hide
Here are some of the character concepts I made using Picrew with a maker from MaeEllen! This is Dante, the dragon prince from my planned visual novel "The Cursed Ones" ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-
Here are some of the character concepts I made using Picrew with a maker from MaeEllen! This is Fredrick, the king of slaughter from my planned visual novel "The Cursed Ones" ◝(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) ◜♡
Here are some of the character concepts I made using Picrew with a maker from MaeEllen! This is Clarice, the revived princess from my planned visual novel "The Cursed Ones" ✧｡◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜✧*｡
I was in Penny's comments and made a big block about quotes from my stories, I wanted to post it here so everyone can enjoy it ₍₍⚞(˶˃ ᗜ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾ -"The screaming was so loud that it threatened to tear my ear drums open, and yet not a soul stirred." -"My revenge is knowing you mean nothing to me." -"That's right. Nothing you can do will bring them back. So, there is nothing that can save you." -"Killing the people closest to me, and puppeting their hollowed out bodies-have you no shame?!" -"Eternal lifetimes mean nothing to me if they don't get to live even one..." -"I know you, Melody. You always keep the ones most precious to you, the furthest distance from your heart." -"To be able to kill in an instant...it is a mercy only the strongest can grant." -"Perhaps these are all parts of her, different facets of who she is. Every single thing I've seen is more of who she is, being revealed to me, piece by piece, and I take it to heart each time. How could I forget her?" "You're protecting them so fervently, but they don't even look at you like a person. No, perhaps as even less. I've heard only a single one of them utter your name so far. No matter their importance to you-you are /nothing/ but a monster to them." -"You do not get to harp at me that things are uncertain. For your story has already been told, and I know every word." -"It's poetic, isn't it? How she has become the embodiment of the only love she has ever known." -"From the moment I kissed her I realized I crossed into a dangerous territory. Something I can't escape from." -"Gods are selfish. Good ones, bad ones-we will always pray to them in times of struggle and strife, and the gods rely on that." -"You said you'd love me no matter the form I took, the life I lived, and the eternity I may find. That you'd love me as a spirit even if I had not a single memory of us when I was alive. And if I said with my last breaths that I'd be fine with that then I have to know...Am I anything like her?"
Posting some of my mood/character boards! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- This one is for a character called Prince Cassius from a story I was writing! If anyone would like one you can message and we can take a look at the possibilities, I love making these since they're so much fun! ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊
Testing out some html options to add things like italics and what not :D If these end up working just remove the parenthesis and put your word between the inner arrows. ()(): Hello ()(): Hello ()(): Hello ()(): Hello ()() Hello Heres to hoping any of these work ☠︎︎
I see some wonderful pieces posted in the writing group!! It's super lovely to see what I can with the time I've got, and I'm excited to spam you all with some more posts from me too XD
Omg I have been so busy, half dead you guys T-T Super excited to be feeling better and a bit more free and can come bother everyone with my blog!!! Muahahahhahaha
My fellow crew mates, I have prepared a wonderful baked fish with greens and cherry tomatoes. At next port I shall gather even more delectable options to add onto our meals. Enjoy our lunch, suited to the heavy heat of the summers on the blue sea. (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) (Free use Getty image)
Part 15 Title: Souls Torn and Mended An avatar the last airbender story^^ TW: Violence, Familial Abuse ---
By the time I came to I found myself in the dark of my room, reaching for my bag hidden under the bed. I ran from the situation. Coursing through the crowd and running home in the heat of the moment, leaving my mother behind.
Tears clouded my vision. My hands shook and I slung the bag over my back. The door? No, the window.
I leapt through the opening, and sprinted as fast as I could for the hills.
Takahiro. He was all I could think of.
In no time at all I found myself on the outskirts of the village. The sounds of shouts and perverse gasps of interest behind me, left in that terrible scene. There wasn't any sound but my breath and the wind. Where was he?
"Kaoru?"
Turning, my eyes met his. The green, just like the grass beneath my feet, found my visage of sunset, greeting each other like old friends.
"Takahiro." My tears ran down, and my voice caught in itself.
Before either of us could say anything more the sky blew forth with color, a distant bang resounding across the darkened land.
Looking at the sky the brilliant hues found me, and imprinted themselves in my mind.
"Happy birthday, Kaoru."
In a moment everything melted away.
Collapsing to the ground, Takahiro's hand found its way to my back, and we watched the sky. The mix of stars and colors drowning out my cries. It was my birthday, after all. And nothing else mattered, nor changed for Takahiro and I, until this a few months later.
“Takahiro, and Kaoru Collier, you are under arrest for impersonating the avatar.”
Current Number of Pieces: 15 All Current Parts Posted: Yes
Part 14 Title: Souls Torn and Mended An avatar the last airbender story^^ TW: Violence, Familial Abuse ---
I tried reaching my hand out to my mother's shoulder. This didn't need to happen. Not like this. Anything but this!
"Kaoru is your son! I never laid with another man!" Tears pricked her eyes, and fell. No longer from a place of deep misery, but one of burning hatred. "Why won't you believe me? Believe us!" I couldn’t breathe.
I placed my shaking hand on my mothers shoulder and turned to placate my father before things could get any-
[i]Smack.[/i]
In an instant she was on the ground. Reaching her hand up to her face, she turned to my father, teeth grinding.
"How dare you! Are you such an incompetent man you have to resort to fists instead of words? You've always done this!"
A burning sensation crawled up my neck. Turning my head I could see all the eyes found their way to us.
Why did I have to deal with this?
What had I done so wrong?
I watched as my father lurched forward, and yanked my mother up from the floor.
Their screams began and others attempted to separate them. I couldn't understand a single word. I couldn't understand anything at all.
Part 13 Title: Souls Torn and Mended An avatar the last airbender story^^ TW: Violence, Familial Abuse ---
A dark visage passed in the corner of my eye, and I turned trying to catch it.
"Takahiro...?"
"Who's Takahiro?" The rumbling voice of my father reached me and I flinched.
"Ah, Takahiro is my friend, father."
"Hah. Sure." The look he threw my way made me want to sock him in the face. I had no idea I could even experience this. A fury that made me want to hurt the man who had done such to me my entire life.
Before I could open my mouth and make such a mistake my mother pipped into the conversation.
"Do you have anything to say, honey?"
The glare that settled on my mother was as heavy as his hands, and made me sick to my stomach.
"I told you. Why would I say such a thing to someone that's not my son."
"He is your son!"
My mother's cry drew eyes in the bustling crowd, and soon a small space was created between our group and the rest of the people around us.
Part 12 Title: Souls Torn and Mended An avatar the last airbender story^^ TW: Violence, Familial Abuse ---
The day dragged on, and as sunset arrived with its hues, enrapturing oranges mimicking my own irises, my father returned.
Quietly he changed his appearance, and my mother and I sat dressed and ready to leave at the doorway for him. Not a word exchanged between us.
The walk into town was that of a funeral procession. Our barely hidden grim faces and heavy, worried hearts underneath a carefully crafted facade. My face hurt from the smiles.
"...Is there anything you'd like to see first, honey?" My mother tried her best to speak.
"Hmph." Was all the response she was given.
Ah, what would I give to escape this situation…
Smiling. Just keep smiling.
Once the end of the night came I could leave. I would be free, and nothing could hurt me ever again. Never again.
As the darkness settled in and the lanterns lit I found myself paying attention to the attractions more than my father's mood. My eyes cast from side to side, seeing the final day of the celebrations, and the beauty of everything coming into full bloom.
Part 11 Title: Souls Torn and Mended An avatar the last airbender story^^ TW: Violence, Familial Abuse ---
The sound of fireworks woke me up. The smell of gunpowder gliding through my window and tickling my nose. I sat up, hair a mess, and patted down the lengthy black strands into an acceptable shape.
"It's...the last day of the festival." The firework testing gave me both solace and a slight tremble in my hands. It was the final day.
I got out of bed and dressed myself in comfortable, presentable clothing perfect for the festival's finale.
Today was the day, right?
I went and finished breakfast with my family in silence, and as my mother and I stood smiling absentmindedly at the doorway before him, my father spoke.
"Let's go to the festival tonight."
A moment of silence passed.
"O-oh, sure, honey."
My father's eyes glanced over to mine after my mother's paltry response. All I did was smile and close my eyes, if only to avoid his look.
Part 10 Title: Souls Torn and Mended An avatar the last airbender story^^ TW: Violence, Familial Abuse ---
At this rate it felt like I was just escaping the house so no one could see my intentions. The prickling urge to bound out the door at a moment's notice, and run to the hillside where Takahiro awaited was almost impossible to ignore. But I knew I wanted to wait it out. To see if there was even a single reason, a shred of any possibility that things could be different for us as a family.
I almost felt swayed last night. With how my father didn't overturn the table, or shout at my mother or I, but it was obvious something occurred. Why else would my mother be crying at the table as she was this morning?
Curiosity brimmed in my soul. For once I desired to know exactly what happened, for his peace is far more unsettling than his anger.
I reluctantly accepted that I wouldn’t know. If I learned what it was before tomorrow night, then so be it. I doubt it would be anything that could change my mind.
I ate at the cafe on the corner that day, sipping jasmine tea until dark.
Part 9 Title: Souls Torn and Mended An avatar the last airbender story^^ TW: Violence, Familial Abuse ---
Waking up late I failed to send my father off for his day of work, and it was already midday as I heard my mother quietly sobbing from the kitchen table right outside my door.
With slow and wary steps I made my way into her view.
Looking at me she hung her head in her hands and sobbed once more.
I glanced into the kitchen and started making lunch. My mother said naught a word, and neither did I about what must have happened between them this morning, or perhaps even last night. I knew nothing and wanted to keep it that way.
Bringing her a plate we sat and ate together in silence. A bitter sensation hung in the air, and both of us sat tensed as we worked on finishing our meals.
"Do you..."
Confused by the sudden rousing of words, I faced my mother. Her dark eyes drew low towards the table cloth, and redness lined the edges from all the tears. Most of all, the color and soul in them had long left.
Going to finish her words, she took one look at me, and silently stared into my gaze as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Part 8 Title: Souls Torn and Mended An avatar the last airbender story^^ TW: Violence, Familial Abuse ---
My mother and I carefully began eating once the appropriate time passed for him to either express his displeasure with words or actions. Nonetheless, we watched his every move discreetly. It isn't rare for him to also wait for the dinner to be over to start shouting about its quality as well. We both braced for his words.
But as he put down his fork, dusted himself off, and left with only a displeased look on his face to the bedroom my mother and I were less relieved than we were worried.
"Ah..." My mother tried to speak, and nothing came out. Her eyes divulged the stress she was under, and the tremble in her arms resting on the edge of the table was her most prominent tell.
I went to reach for her hand, and found myself stopping the motion. After a moment I placed my hand on hers. Giving her another gentle smile I rose from my seat, gathered the dishes, and began cleaning them and putting them away. Father hated dishes left out to dry after all.
As I washed I was lost in thought.
[i]Why did he say nothing? He always has some dissatisfaction with dinner, so why did he just leave without a word?[/i]
As I toiled with my hands my heart became steady but my mind was more on edge than ever.
[i]What if he's just waiting to get mother or I alone and say something?[/i]
It seemed unlikely, but I was unable to quell my fear.
Once I returned to my room and laid down to rest I listened well. For any movement, screaming, crying, anything. But heard nothing until the next morning.
Part 7 Title: Souls Torn and Mended An avatar the last airbender story^^ TW: Violence, Familial Abuse --- I don't have to deal with this.
The thought came to me suddenly, and I liked its weight on my mind.
Grabbing my messenger bag and bounding out the door I headed to the market. I didn't have to deal with this. I could enter and exit this house as I pleased being an adult now, and I no longer had to stay and be burdened by any of it.
I broke into a run. Weightlessness took over my body as I rushed across the hills and between homes to reach the stalls carrying goods from all over the world. My village wasn't anything spectacular, but had always been a center for travelers passing through.
Perhaps that's why Takahiro is here?
The event for the avatar's birthday must have been what drew him here. In a way my birthday brought him here. I couldn't help the smile that took over my face, and moved from stall to stall chatting excitedly with the sellers and grabbing what I thought I would need for my travels.
Returning home I snuck into my room, packing and hiding my bag, just in case I needed it early. Exiting, I saw that my mother hadn't even begun dinner, and whisked her out of her room into the kitchen with me. Patting her back and giving her a faint smile I helped her with the preparations. Would this be the last meal I shared with her? I didn't have the time to contemplate such a thing as we hurried to be ready before my father got home.
My father entered the doors as sunset reached us. Beautiful orange rays shone through the windows, disrupted by the door opening and the soot on his boots entering the air.
A straight face, and a twitch in his eye told us to greet him with nothing but smiles.
Sitting down he unbuttoned his work shirt, rolled back his sleeves covered in the same material as his boots, and began eating without a word.
Part 6 Title: Souls Torn and Mended An avatar the last airbender story^^ TW: Violence, Familial Abuse ---
I had been worried that when I'd returned home through my window that the yelling wouldn't have ceased, but it was unbelievably silent. Almost too silent. I carefully pushed the clasp in and opened my window doors, slipping into my room. It was dark.
Hoping for this peace to last I snuck into my bed and pulled the covers over my head. I wished for the morning to come soon and be kind.
I was not given that.
Screaming and the sound of crying awoke me.
Before my father headed off to his job at the factory he found it preferable to accuse my mother plenty before going out the door. Practically a regular send off.
I found myself kneeling next to my mother. Her tears were mixed with mumblings of hatred and regret for marrying such a man and having a child with him. Upon the latter, she looked at me and burst into further hysteria. She clung to me and said she didn't mean it, that I was the most precious gift life has given her. I felt an awful, bitter taste enter my mouth.
Was this even worth it?
Was another day here even possible?
I considered Takahiro's words while ignoring my mother's cries. He had traveled the world, and offered his hand to me in earnest...I had been planning to leave anyway, so shouldn't I take this opportunity?
Glancing down to my mother I wiped her tears and helped her up. Hobbling to her room she uttered not another word to me as her head hung low. The urge to vomit almost overcame me as I thought about what she had said during her breakdown.
Part 5 Title: Souls Torn and Mended An avatar the last airbender story^^ TW: Violence, Familial Abuse ---
"What's bothering you?"
"Huh?"
Tilting his head, Takahiro gazed at me gently with an inquisitive eye.
"Something's obviously bothering you. So go on with it. I'll hear you out since we're friends."
Friends? I had something to say about that, but when I opened my mouth I couldn't help but talk about the situation at home.
The anger, terror, aggression, everything about what I had experienced for 18 years in that place came spilling out of me.
As empty as I felt by the end of describing it all, I felt oddly freed by the fact. I hadn't said anything aloud before. Not even to my own family or anyone outside of it. But here I was, having told everything to the only person in the world that considered me a friend.
"Leave with me."
"What?" Flinching, I glanced at Takahiro like he had lost it.
"I'll be here until the fireworks go off. Come back here at this time in three days if you want to go with me. I can even guarantee your safety if you travel with me as well, Kaoru. Think about it."
The soft look on his face almost pushed me past the edge of keeping my emotions in check. Hesitation gripped me as I kept myself from agreeing right then and there. I had three days to decide.
Part 4 Title: Souls Torn and Mended An avatar the last airbender story^^ TW: Violence, Familial Abuse ---
"For how young you look you play pai sho as if you're an old man!"
"Says the one who called me in here for a game like this."
"Pai sho is enjoyed by all ages across the world. I know, I've traveled practically everywhere."
"Ah, given my name I guess that'd be expected of me too." I said, rubbing the back of my neck.
"For a second I was lost, but I realized we haven't exchanged names yet." Reaching across the table the boy offered me his hand with a smile. "I'm Takahiro, though most people call me Hiro."
"Kaoru."
"Ah, fire sail?"
"Roughly, ka is for fire but oru has lots of variations."
"Then a beautiful flame works as well."
I turned away from him ever so slightly.
[i]No one took it like that before...[/i]
"Oh, I don't think most people interpret it like that." I spoke, gesturing shyly.
"Well, that's the conclusion I came to based on what I see before me, but if you say so!" The smile on his features made my face flush. A tall, well built guy with dark hair and green eyes, exactly my type in fact. I shuffled a bit. The inevitable was approaching and soon I'd have to return home.
Part 3 Title: Souls Torn and Mended An avatar the last airbender story^^ TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
As I hunkered down on the edge of the scene where the festival was to take place, hills dark and lush with stars, I looked to the sky. It was steadfast and beautiful as usual. My favorite aspect of this world that I felt even bending could not compare too.
The only stability I had.
As I lost myself in the shining specks in the sky I found myself being drawn back into reality by an odd noise. It was like the sound of someone whispering.
"Hey..."
"Hey."
As I turned I noticed a small tent I missed on my way up the hill. It was surrounded by foliage, and trees craned down to swallow it in the shadows. The sound echoed again.
"Hey, come here."
Goosebumps crawled up my skin. I shouldn't have been thinking about spirits...Is this one of those situations where people get whisked off to the other realm? I shuddered at the thought.
I heard the call once more and did my best to ignore it as I slowly stood up. I was going to bolt before whatever it was could get me.
Just as I was about to bolt the curtain moved aside and a boy my age peeked his head out.
"What are you doing? Are you going to stand there all day?"
"Oh."
"What's with that expression? You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"I-I thought you were one..."
My quiet mumble was greeted by a full and hearty laughter.
"Dude, you're hilarious! Get in here, come on."
As I entered the tent I was greeted by a soft glow and a gentle warmth. Small lanterns sat neatly, carefully placed to avoid both fire and injury, and a tiny table sat between me and the fellow.
"Care for pai sho?"
Holding the piece up, there was a glint in his eyes and a small smirk on his face. Ah, I didn't want to go home just yet anyways.
Part 2 Title: Souls Torn and Mended An avatar the last airbender story^^ TW: Violence, Familial Abuse ---
The regret I felt for saving my mother from the falling ceramic went and passed, guilt settling in my soul for even thinking that I shouldn't have saved her. Though, when I looked up into my father's eyes, I felt an even worse sensation creep its way in. A terrible chill ran down my spine.
My home life hasn't been all rainbows and fishpuppies, but things haven't been this bad for almost two years. It was only a matter of time, sure, but my hope still stood to leave before things turned back around.
All my efforts had been wasted.
As my mother stood and faced my father, the screaming had no end. The accusations, hatred, and vile comments filled the house to the point of suffocation. I had stowed away in my room to no avail, and in a last ditch effort to find relief I left out my window and headed into town.
As the shouting faded into nothingness I felt a sigh of relief escape me.
The beginning of a festival of bright lights, happy faces, and delicious food awaited me. It was none other than the ceremonial event in expectation of the next avatar after the previous one's passing. The very same celebration held across the world on my birthday.
The festivities lasted for three days and today was the day just before it all started. Oftentimes after the third day places shoot off fireworks to symbolize the peace of this world and the realm of spirits, but I never knew the most about it. After the previous avatars work, the spirit world and ours had found themselves connected like never before. Lending spirits who could rarely reach us a direct path. Though, I had known no better aside from rumors travelers spoke, as I had stayed in the village my whole life-much less encountered a spirit myself.
Part 1 Title: Souls Torn and Mended An avatar the last airbender story^^ TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
Description: Azula's lightning strike did more than kill Aang that day. Even with Kataras healing and revival using the spirit water, a part of him stayed dead. That small, torn piece of soul continued to reincarnate-but two avatars cannot exist at once. Binding the spirit in chains, whoever obtained the soul in their body could neither bend the elements nor commune with the ghosts of the afterlife. This should have been the perfect solution. Of course, it [i]was[/i] the perfect solution until now. With the awakening of the second half of the soul, two avatars now exist in a world riddled with chaos and spirits. Working together they must prevent the destruction of the world, find peace with the suffering spirit world, and discover who they are truly meant to be. ---
"You are not my son."
Looking down at my form, he spoke. I had barely managed to separate him from mother.
"My family has fire-bended for generations. I might have been a failure, but I had high hopes for you, Kaoru. But this..." Turning to look at the broken flower pot, water now lifeless on the floor, his gaze travelled back to me and my mother. "This is worse than failure. This is deception by a cheating whore."
"I have never been unfaithful!" My mother, already strained from shouting this a million times over, insisted again.
As she sobbed and he shouted the only thing I could think was that I shouldn't have done it.
For an entire year I kept my water bending a secret. My 17th birthday was when I found out, and then I did everything to practice on my own without anyone watching. I planned to move out once my 18th birthday had passed, but it seems misfortune favors me too much to let sleeping dogs lie...
Good luck everyone, I am spamming my Writing group in the group tab with a bunch of my writing pieces ^^ I'm breaking them down into bite sizes(Mainly because of word limit on posts) and then numbering them so people can find them, please don't hesitate to join the writing group even if you don't create, everyone is welcome! :D
Part 1 Title: Happiness After All This is a historical romance manhwa inspired story! :D
Description: After being blamed for the assassination of his older brother, Edwin is determined to get revenge on all those involved. Including killing his father who gave the order, and the neighboring king who carried out the deed. Though, he couldn't have expected the king's dying wish to be taking care of his daughter, Joona, crown princesses of the Dardanos Kingdom. What is he to do as the lady is unrelenting in finding out the truth about why he killed her father, and why he cried when doing so… ------
Everything is wrong.
A piercing silence ran throughout the great hall. The only sound being the ragged breathing of the man beneath me. King Myro of the Dardanos Kingdom.
With shaking hands, I pulled him into my lap. My lips trembled.
"Do things have to end this way?"
A small, pained smile took to Myro's face.
"An eye for an eye, Edwin." Reaching up, he gently wiped away my tears as best he could. "You're the emperor now."
"I know."
"You've made us proud."
"I know."
"Daeung and I will watch over you now. Together."
"...I know."
The king's strength was fading.
"Edwin, I have one last, foolish, request."
"Yes, Myro. A-anything." I couldn't see through my tears. Each drop like a dagger carving into my face.
"Please...take care of my daughter, Joona. After Daeung's death, when I could no longer face you, she was all I had."
"I will. Her happiness is guaranteed, Myro."
A faint chuckle escaped the king, blood bursting from his lips. Wincing, he gingerly reached for the blade lodged in his chest, recoiling from the chilly sensation.
It was the same dagger that killed my brother, Daeung. Saved for this very moment. The king's eyes flickered in recognition.
He brushed his hand against my face once more.
"Tula, un dio, umbrosa doromoto."
And that was all.
Before I could even process the light leaving his eyes a f
Part 2 Title: Happiness After All This is a historical romance manhwa inspired story! :D
Description: After being blamed for the assassination of his older brother, Edwin is determined to get revenge on all those involved. Including killing his father who gave the order, and the neighboring king who carried out the deed. Though, he couldn't have expected the king's dying wish to be taking care of his daughter, Joona, crown princesses of the Dardanos Kingdom. What is he to do as the lady is unrelenting in finding out the truth about why he killed her father, and why he cried when doing so… -----
He brushed his hand against my face once more.
"Tula, un dio, umbrosa doromoto."
And that was all.
Before I could even process the light leaving his eyes a figure burst into the great hall.
"No..." A feeble voice rang out. Mirroring my own moments prior.
As I turned my head I heard a gasp, and met emerald eyes. They were Myro's eyes. My heart throbbed.
Speechless, she stilled. The princess was faced not by a ruthless, hateful emperor who killed his father and brother for the throne, but a young man who held close her father's corpse and wept.
After a moment I stood, gently setting Myro's body aside, and removing his family pendant. Facing the princess, I steeled myself against my despair and spoke.
"Your father's final wish was for your care and happiness. Please, gather what you need, and have it ready by daybreak. We leave for Novio Empire by morning."
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Hello everyone! Hopefully you've all been having a good day getting adjusted to our new place of joy and companionship! ^^ I made a writing group inside the groups tab for people to post short/long form writing pieces, as well as poetry, music lyrics, all sorts of things. Please come enjoy yourself if you'd like to post, consume, or even lurk. :D
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