To say the least, I kind of lost motivation there but I mean. I'll eventually get around to either something new or an update towards something else. Shrug.
prologue. [Reader x various] [SNK]prologue.prologue. [Reader x various] [SNK] by clockwork-stars
This world is cruel.
But you have saviours.
You stand on the roof of your home and work, an undertaker's place. Embalming for people out in Sina is what your family's work is. You build coffins on the side, caskets of all types and sizes.
Currently, the rattle of wagons and the sounding of horse hooves off the ground is filling the air. Murmurs of the crowd below are both hushed and roaring, in awe at the latest return party.
You've been hearing about a Titan shifter boy, who just might be the hope for the sparse remnants of humanity. The idea is enthralling to you, a grin curling your features at the news as you worked over a coffin (you also ended up hammering your thumb a moment after, lucky you).
As the soldiers ride through, clearly defeated, there is no grin on your lips. A slight curl of a smile, observing, at the mere thought of these people striving so hard for the people within the walls. It was an insane – and frankly alluri
Gamble  [Marshall Lee x Reader]AN: I suppose I should give some kind of warning. There is speak of murder, gore, and the possibility of suicide discussed briefly in this chapter, and perhaps later chapters. Also, swearing. This is dealing with a pawn of death, after all – I'm not sure what else anyone would expect of it.Gamble  [Marshall Lee x Reader] by clockwork-stars
A few days later, you find yourself back in the Candy Kingdom, strolling out of a tavern, sans cloak embarrassingly enough. You're clad in a black form fitting tee and knickerbockers, sinched and held below your knee by white shin wrappings.
It's the middle of the day and the sun is unbearably bright. You're shielding your eyes with your arm as you walk, the clinking of your soul collector and its chain, along with a fair share of gold coins tucked in your pockets, creating a gentle rattle. A Banana Guard passes you and looks a bit nervous, perhaps intimidated by the glow your shaded [colour] eyes held as you walked.
dried flowers. [Levi x Reader]dried flowers.dried flowers. [Levi x Reader] by clockwork-stars
A figure moved out into the silence, departing on a horse, stable gates wide behind them.
It was warm. Tall grass swayed outside the castle, the air damp and sticky from the previous few days of rain. It smelled clean and fresh, the sun shining through patches in the hazy grey clouds, reflecting pale light.
Horse hooves sounded against dirt and stone, a hood tossed up over dark tresses.
Moving through the forest, sluggishly paced, it soon opened to a wide clearing, covered in tall grass. The horse was tied on the side, singlehandedly. Worn boots crunched with measured steps through a field of stones, nettles and oxalis bringing dull life to the waving grass.
Cloak drawn tight, for seeming minutes, the form walked.
You frowned as you noticed them, knowing well who it was. Starting their way, the corners of your lips drew up in a slight curve, almost sadly.
To the back of the field of stones they went.
You walked with them, eventually coming to stop before
Gamble  [Marshall Lee x Reader]First technical installment is now under Intro.Gamble  [Marshall Lee x Reader] by clockwork-stars
Crossing a vast room, you trek through the halls of Lady Death's domain. It's mundane and boring. Death is outside gardening and her serfs and maids – all the same kind as you, faery folk – are running around inside, handling whatever may come up; they even busy themselves with righting the already perfect tapestries and dusting things that are smooth and clean in the first place.
They're all doing something – and then there's you.
You come and go in your free time, and leave in a flourish when presented a task. Those tasks come and go and actually only a few times a day, much to your surprise. But then you remember, you're the Gambler.
People gamble with Death without realising it; they think it just a ruse when you say that, yes, you are the Gambler, and that, yes, they are intended to die. You go out fetching souls every surface-evening and make your rounds to designated
FLUSHED 2 [Karkat/Male!Reader]A/N: I normally don't have to do this, but here's a quick key so that you can actually understand the story without having to imply everything until you get to the descrip:FLUSHED 2 [Karkat/Male!Reader] by CorporalCornbread
: = i
0 = o
maybeHuman [MH] = you
Okay that's it, Jay out.
You wouldn't say that you particularly welcome visitors. Not that you don't have friends, you do, and you love hanging out with them, too, but it's just tedious to have someone show up at your door when you're trying to have a quiet day to yourself. Your small group of pals know this and respect it, so one Sunday while your parents are out and you're shut into your room, the doorbell ringing comes as an unwelcome surprise.
You slightly jump at the suddenness of the sound, but continue pestering Dave, until the bell rings again. And again. Your scowl deepens as you continue talking to the blondie.
MH: s0me fucker :s r:ng:ng the d00rbell,
TG: how insensitive
MH: :t :s! : t0ld every0n
[AU] Crescendo [Levi x Reader][AU] Crescendo [Levi x Reader] by VariaFran
“Keep your hands up, [Name].”
The ruler smacked down painfully on your bare knuckles; the red skin darkened, as your fingers throbbed with searing pain. You picked up your wrist, blinking back the tears that formed at your eyes, and your fingers ran smoothly once more over the black and white keys as you restarted the piece.
As the song came to a close, you pushed away from the piano and gently began to rub your sore fingers. “Mom, can I stop now? We've been practicing for five hours,” you pleaded.
“Not until you can play without any mistakes. You're still missing the c-minor.”
You nodded, too nervous to argue back with her. Ignoring the cramps in your hands, you began the entire set over and didn't get to sleep for another three hours, late into the evening.
You chewed your bottom lip nervously; the pounding in your chest increased as you bashfully walked onto the stage, the heels of your shoes clicking loudly in the silent auditorium. You bowed
Clean It Up [Levi x Reader]Clean It Up [Levi x Reader] by VariaFran
Irritation flooded your closed eyelids as you were greeted by the color of red-orange when the lights in your room flickered on. The distinct sound of boots being kicked off to the corner of the room met your ears, and for a second, you still believed you were dreaming. As the human footfalls increased in your room followed by low masculine grumbles, you realized this wasn't the case.
The sound of several objects hitting the other side of the wall and the blaring light aggravated your tired, sensitive senses, and you buried your head under your pillow for protection.
Shifting in the bed, you slowly turned towards the doorway with squinted eyes. “Levi, is that you?” you mumbled wearily.
Without receiving an answer, you heard the bathroom door close. You immediately shrugged it off, assuming your assumption was correct, and tried to get some rest, but it was short lived when the door, as soon as it had closed, swung back open.
Although you couldn't see, you felt
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