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If you want to learn more about me after this post, don't be afraid to ask! Just... Don't make it weird or inappropriate!

So!

I'm Reno/Jodi, and I am a Genderfluid 17 year old. I used she/he/they pronouns!

If you recognise my user, I have been on Wattpad by this user before, and also Discord. I am a Fandub VA for various characters, the most notable ones being Lord Diavolo, Genderbent Jade Leech (TWICE ✨), and Dire Crowley (Again, twice!!!) I also voice Jamil Viper, Trey Clover, Genderbent Mozus Trein and Genderbent Falena Kingscholar. This is purely as it stands!

I am in a multitude of fandoms, including Final Fantasy (7/15/16), Twisted Wonderland, Obey Me, Demon Slayer, Genshin Impact, Criminal Minds and Shadowhunters... Just to name a few.

I am also British! So if I have some "incorrect" spellings, I don't. It's just the British way of spelling the word(s).

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AllTober Day 2: "It's All Your Fault!"

Contains: Mentioned Death, Maybe OOC, fights, hatred

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Diluc Ragnvindr, Kaeya Alberich, Mentioned Cerpus Ragnvindr

Diluc stood before an injured Kaeya, his trusty Wolves Gravestone ready to strike. His back was to the cavalry captain, his dangerous red eyes locked onto the advancing hilichurls.

"Diluc?" Kaeya strained, slowly getting back up off the ground.

"Stay down, Kaeya" Diluc demanded. He was not losing Kaeya like he had Cerpus all those years ago.

He had blamed Kaeya then. Blamed Kaeya that he was the reason Cerpus died. He now knew better. His father had tried to leave the Fatui. His own father had been a Harbinger. And they didn't like him trying to leave.

It was years ago. And Diluc could still hear the echo of his words that night.

"It's all your fault! All of it! It's all your fault!"

He was a fight away from losing Kaeya.

It was time to right his wrongs.

"Kaeya, don't die on me..."

"What?"

"Don't die on me...

That night was never your fault, brother"

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Original Work: A Criminal For Justice

Info: MM, Crime, Current Rating is YA. Do not quote me on the Ranks etc, I have gone off of what little research I managed to get

Inspired By: THIRDS by Charlie Cochet

Chapter One: Cops And Tracks

Glaring blazes of light reflected off the grey bonnets of various cars, all with the typical blue lights spinning in alternate direction under their cases. Smoke billowed from the steam engine on the tracks, brought to a stop with a barricade - and the broken engine.

"This is the second train this week, and we're on Monday!" a young officer complained, his uniform baring the simple 4 digit number. A lower rank to the man he was complaining too - a constable at most, whining like a child being took home from a park. A huff poured from the older cop, wanting to get this over an done with.

"It happens, get over it and stop whining!" replied the higher ranked officer, his name badge showing him to be Julian Wayne. His rank was identified with the small crown and angled, intricate square design beneath, sat on his shoulder. A DCS, being done with a DC already. Julian waved the lower rank away, making his way to the smoking steam engine.

He felt sorry for whatever engineer would deal with the damage and how much something like that would cost. The cursing and shouting of the convicted caught his attention, the small trio of criminals fighting against the cuffs and officers that pushed them to the vans. Tedious, absolutely tedious.

"You okay, superintendent?" the questioning tone of his friend and colleague caused Julian's attention to change. He looked down at the detective in question, and smiled.

"Chief Superintendent, but yes, I'm good" Julian folded his arms, staring back at the broken locomotive.

"You feeling sorry for another engineer?" the detective hit the issue on the nail. Not exactly anything knew, it was good old Finn Walker after all. Finn had been a friend of Julian's for years, before either had graduated University in fact. 

"Nothing gets past you, does it?" a chuckled response came, a smirk and playful side eye given to the lower ranked male. Finn just shrugged with a smug look.

"What can I say, I'm awesome" he grinned, doing the worse flick of his short, brown hair ever. He laughed at the expression of despair on his friend's face, "Chillax, Jules, whoever deals with it will be fine, 'kay?"

Although the three criminals were caught, Julian knew there was more to this than met the eye. The previous duo they'd caught were wearing the same fire-shaped logo that these goons were, which said this was a group. Hopefully, the interrogators would get something out of these three.

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"Well, our favourite nerd's shown up, what can I get ya?"

The inside of GRAND Coffee House was a low murmur with very few customers. Ignis always appeared at the same time, 1 and a half hours after open.

"I'm sure you ought to know by now, Daniel" Ignis replied with a smile. He held his card in his left hand, his right occupied with a bag.

"Don't fancy a change then?" Daniel chuckled, knowing the response that would follow. He glanced back from the machine, a look of feigned pain on Ignis' face.

"How could you swear at me like that? I thought you loved me" Ignis tilted his head away with a dramatic look of betrayal.

Regulars knew of the two, Ignis and Daniel Knight. They had the same curly blonde hair, although Ignis' was longer and a little darker than Daniel's. Same eyes, same face (If you took Daniel's tattoo away that it), same height - it was clear to anyone with eyes that these two were twins. It was also just as obvious that Daniel was extremely protective of his older twin.

Ignis sat by the counter as he always did, keeping his brother updated with all his life. He spoke of his trains, his models, the books he read, he even spoke of things that Daniel's boyfriend mentioned every now and then. It was early Monday morning, so university students were coming in for the coffees to combat their hangovers and/or late nights. Daniel knew there was people who didn't graduate from Ignis' year, he also knew a lot of them didn't know how to keep their mouths shut.

At a young age of 24, Ignis had a degree in criminal psychology and was a part time rail engineer.  His ability to take in information had him being forced to do other people's work, do group projects alone and have late nights that led him to be the insomniac he was. He rarely fought back, which included the beatings he'd get if he denied the demands his classmates would order. There was one group in particular, which on a Monday, they would end up at GRAND Coffee House. They hadn't shown yet, which was a good sign for both the twins.

"So, any interests for a career?" Daniel asked, getting a shrug in response.

"I'm a part time rail engineer with a criminal psychology degree, what do you think?" Ignis replied. Daniel stared at his twin with a smirk, and then decided to point something out.

"I heard they're taking on new recruits on the police force" Daniel suggested subtly. Ignis rolled his eyes, having been a prison guard for a little while at 19.

Time ticked on. Ignis bid his brother a farewell, walking out into the streets of Lincoln. He had no intention of doing anything, he now had to change his usual routine afterall, he'd graduated meaning he had no routine at that time. He wandered around aimlessly until he was called by his boss. A train needed repairing? Good, it gave Ignis something to do, and so he made his way to the location.

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Cops cars caught Ignis off guard, surprised to see so many surrounding the train. Smoke billowed from the engine, not steam, which instantly caught Ignis' attention. Ignoring the officials, Ignis climbed up into the locomotive with his tools. He checked the interior with precision that would make a professional darts player jealous.

He saw the remains of what appeared to be a hand-made bomb, one with a low explosion. Not surprising, it was an engine that had been blown.

"Sir? Are you the engineer?"

Ignis stumbled back in surprise, falling onto his ass. He looked at the owner of the voice, and gulped upon seeing the rank. "Yes... Superintendent sir!" Ignis panicked as he spoke, and the police officer laughed.

"Don't worry about formalities, kid. We ought to be apologising for the train" he spoke up, climbing into the said vehicle, helping Ignis to his feet.

"... Alright," Ignis was unsure as to why he was apologising for the damage to the train.

Whoever the cop was, he helped Ignis repair the engine as quick as possible. He made conversation with him too, trying to keep Ignis' nerves at bay.

"Thank you... Uh-"

"Julian. Julian Wayne."

Ignis' eyes widened in surprise, realising who this man was.

"Well, thank you, Julian" he nodded to the cop, a little embarrassed he'd fallen over earlier in front of someone so respected.

"It's fine. You said your name's Ignis, right?" Julian asked with a calming smile. Ignis nodded, and looked at Julian with a little caution. That was until Julian handed him a card with his details on, "You're a chill kid, I like ya" he smiled, ruffling Ignis' head.

That was the start of something much worse than either ever expected.

Space: Nightmares

Fandom: Original Work

AU?: N/A

Extra: Original characters again, whoop whoop!!

Warnings: Abuse, Blood mentioned, death, lifeless bodies referred to as dolls

Tag: @badthingshappenbingo

A Nightmare For Death

Trembling with both sections of his tail in his mouth, chewing on scales and leathery flesh, the boy remained as silent as possible. The tiny safe room his mother had installed into his room was a secret to that monster of a man. Why was he doing this? Young, little Mortalitas had done nothing wrong!

"C'mon brat, I know you're in this house somewhere!"

Still, he remained silent, daring to peer into the little view slot that he had so he could see if he was safe. He had to cover his mouth to stifle a scream. That was his mother... Dead. Lifeless. Being dragged like a pathetic doll by her clothes. Of course, the stifled scream didn't go unnoticed, and Mortalitas panicked as his hidey hole was approached.

The man, his father, or at least he's supposed to call this wretched man, had an expression that was more gnarled than an old iron gate. A vile, violent, vicious man who didn't understand the concept of love unless it required forceful and mercilessly hands. Not that it was love, and young, little Mortalitas knew that.

But when the little hidey hole was revealed, everything changed. The body was no longer his mother's, but rather instead his husband's. No... That wasn't possible... His husband wouldn't have been killed. Right? RIGHT? But alas, the clothing was now the Prince's official attire, ripped and shredded. The tri-coloured hair - blonde, baby blue and pastel pink - was matted with blood, the usually lively body language rendered down to the same movements of a ragdoll.

Similarly, his father was no longer his father. For one, his father did not have brown hair like the mud of a floodplain, shaggy and unkempt. His father didn't have grey, steel eyes that held not even one sane moral behind them. His father wasn't a mindless, cruel human, who's only concern was experimentation and torture. But yes, the man had changed too. Clad in a white lab coat stained red, with larger gloves of that sickening doctors' blue, a sneer plastered like a smile on his face - the CEO and lead scientist of the country's biggest threat.

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Waking with a startled gasp, the king stared at the ceiling with his chest heaving. His usually playful and unserious partner sat up beside him, a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Mortal...?"

The king could only sit up himself, and hold onto Jester with a vice hug, refusing to let him go. Jester held Mortalitas in return, securely in his arms where no one could dare to hurt him. Jester wasn't too clued up on Mortalitas' childhood, but he had a few ideas of what had occurred for his kingly lover. He never pried for the information but this was clearly more than his past.

"Mortal, dear...?"

"... You were dead... He killed you..."

The usually manic prince could only hold his beloved tighter. He knew that Mortalitas had lost almost everyone in his life, and he knew that he feared losing Jester. He made the attempt to soothe him, gentle hands raking through surprisingly untangled hair of a white, purple and black combination. It was painful, watching him struggle with no way for Jester to help. If only he could take away all that horror, pain, trauma, terror... Everything that his beloved ever suffered. But of course, that isn't possible. Jester can only hold him while he sobs, gut-wrenching heaves of his chest as his hands cling tightly to Jester. Sounds that no one ever wants to hear from anyone. Sounds that no matter what happens, you want to protect them with your whole being.

And, despite his lesser power, Jester would throw himself in harms way for the man in his arms.

GORGEOUS ART BY MY FRIEND RETRO 🫶 OF MONA'S OC HELENE

The beautiful Helene drawn by @retrograde-tonic !!

Hey Gays

If you like Royals, Gays, Fantasy and History, take note to this project I'm a part of with Sky, Moon, Twisty, Shoto, and Isla!

Hi there! Welcome to Royal Flowers, the blog for all things related to our project!

What is our project?

Royal Flowers (or the Flower Gardens) is a book series in planning about one of my favorite things: gay royalty! More information will be in a different post, but what does Royal Flowers include? Well, let me tell you!

We have two main couples, Amara/Maeve and Nikandr/Andrei! We also have a number of other background characters, including a nonbinary pirate named Felix!

If you’re interested in lgbtq+ fantasy with plenty of adventure and lots of ups and downs, join us here as we go along, and come along with us!

Members of the project: @sky-neverending @twistyyyyyyyyboo @thegayafgoat @chancellor-reno5 as well as Isla and Shoto!!

Stay tuned for more!!

Bad Things Happen: Masterlist

So it's easier to locate all my BTH Bingo works, here's the master list!

Entry 1: It's Quiet... Too Quiet

Title: Revenge of the Ringmaster

Snippet: He didn't know. And yet he was the one blamed. He didn't know there was a monstrosity beneath the circus. Several heads, maybe 30 of them? He couldn't quite recall. Each head had black holes for eyes, with teeth like the spikes on a flail. He didn't know.

Entry 2: Dragging Themselves Along The Ground

Title: The Vampire King's Match

Snippet: He crashed to the ground, a blood-curdling shriek bubbling up and out his mouth. He didn't understand. His regeneration was impeccably fast, so why wasn't he regenerating?! "Silver is a beautiful yet dangerous thing... Is it not, Your Majesty?"

Entry 3: Go Through Me

Title: His Majesty's Horror

Snippet: They had her. They had her, somewhere in this disgusting building. And he would be damned if he failed to get her out. She had spent years protecting him from the violence of his father, now it was his turn to protect her from the violence of the world.

Entry 4: The Collector

Title: Kerosene's Collection

Snippet: Muffled screams and aimless kicks accompanied the man, his hand tangled into messy hair while his wrist was clung to. Not that he could feel it - metal had no nerves - and this pathetic, screaming scum was the reason behind the metal. He would take his sweet time with this one.

Entry 5: They Will Come For Me

Title: Rotten Escape

Snippet: She reached the gate, and almost as soon as she had, the gate swung over and she was hauled off the ground into the arms of a man. Pale tri-coloured hair was all it took for her to know that she was safe.

Entry 6: Nightmares

Title: A Nightmare For Death

Snippet: It was painful, watching him struggle with no way for Jester to help. If only he could take away all that horror, pain, trauma, terror... Everything that his beloved ever suffered. But of course, that isn't possible. Jester can only hold him while he sobs, gut-wrenching heaves of his chest as his hands cling tightly to Jester. Sounds that no one ever wants to hear from anyone. Sounds that no matter what happens, you want to protect them with your whole being.

Entry 7: Hidden Scars

Title: The Warden Of Jejivan High Security Prison

Snippet: Fëanor hid the scars of the incident, feeling ashamed and full of self-hatred when he saw them himself. He hated it. If his teams and he had figured out who the criminal was sooner, his attacker's brother would still be alive. And, for once in his life, Fëanor blamed himself for it. He blamed himself, believing he deserved the attack, since he failed to save that guy.

Entry 8: ???

Title:

Snippet:

Oooo! This seems fun :)

When did you post your first ever fanfic? Uhm, good question. Maybe 2019? I've been writing various things for a while so I wouldn't be able to clarify.

Who was the first character you wrote for? Like the previous one, I can't be certain, but I THINK it was Ignis Scientia

Who are the main characters you currently write for? If I had to pick, Dire Crowley. But I write for a multitude of fandoms so I don't think I have one

What are some characters you've never written before but have plans to to write about soon? God, uhm. Probably any Bungo Stray Dogs character

What are the fandom(s) you're currently writing for? Twisted Wonderland, Genshin Impact, Obey Me! and soon Bungo Stray Dogs

Platonic Pairings you write for: Crowley and Malleus is the main one you'll start to see, but also members of the ADA and Fukuzawa, Chuuya and Elise or Akutagawa

Romantic Pairings you write for: Crowley/Malenoa, Idia/Vil, Idia/Azul, Trey/Jade, SSKK, Kunikidazai, RanPoe... There's a list :D

Top three Ao3 Tags: I have absolutely NO clue :D

Current posting platform: TUMBLR!

Snippet of a WIP: I don't have one

Join if you want (IE I can't be arsed with Tags :) )

❦ ➷ get to know your fellow fanfic writers better ༊ ✧.*

I had fun doing this! ♡

when did you post your first ever fanfic?

January 2017, I think. wow, it’s been 6 years! (no, I’m not giving you my Wattpad username)

first character you wrote for:

Joker. it was during my Wattpad era. I have zero regret, but I’m not giving the link lol

main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

Daniel Harrow & Henry Creel (as in separate fics that aren’t crossover, but wouldn’t it be nice if I wrote a crossover with these two…)

character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

Henry Morgan (from Forever tv) !! also, I’d love to write more about Captain Jack Sparrow

fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

Harrow & Stranger Things

platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Daniel Harrow & Simon Van Reyk (Harrow), Henry Creel & Eleven (Stranger Things)

romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

I know it’s been more than a year since my last update so I can’t say currently, but Loki/Mobius. other than that the more recent one is Will Byers/Mike Wheeler but even then, it’s still rare. so I guess I focus more on writing platonic relationships lately (honestly it just depends on the characters whom my hyperfixation is on and whether their relationship with the other characters is romantic or platonic.)

your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

whump, hurt/comfort & angst

your current platform where you post your works:

tap HERE for my AO3

snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

should be posted hopefully within the next few days!

But Harrow forced a smile as he greeted Simon with a hug. And when he hugged Simon, his smile became real. And for a moment Harrow could forget the guilt and the shame he carried with him. For a moment, he could really breathe, knowing that Simon was safe. In his arms.

* aka a fix-it fic where Simon lives.

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Well well... Alrighty then! I'll hope onto this!

His brother's blood was drying to his arms, hands, chest, clothes; Ignis had no clue what to do.

- from my original work (I will post it here soon), A Criminal For Justice

As for tags...

Eh, If ya wanna join in, join in! I was tagged (as ya can see) by @bonpocalypse !!!

Was tagged by @can-of-pringles ( ✘ )

Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence

*TW for mention of blood

He was running for the door like a scared, injured deer in a slaughterhouse, bleeding and terrified, staggering on unsteady feet and bumping clumsily into treys of equipments that he knew would later be used on him.

(Yes, this is another Henry Creel fanfic which will be posted on my AO3 hopefully tonight)

No pressure tags: @queereldritch @henryqueer @foodiewithdahoodie @elsbianism @reikunrei @ohfallingdisco @ripcreel @ripwheel @lokisgoodgirl @chaos-monkeyy @writethrough @upsidedownwithsteve @ikeepwatchinghelicopters @petersprincesss @usedtobecooler @eddieschains @lovebugism @roanniom @littledemondani @loki-hargreeves @harringroveera @rins-love-wins @mimisempai @tricksterlokilaufeyson @jcbbby @deliaqbower @rabbitblackx @slicznymartwy @bisexual-horror-fan @floatyflowers @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @a-crumb-of-whump @whumpy-daydreams @bookshelf-dust @sadhours @wroteclassicaly @ebaylee422 @potatothatcanwrite — if I didn’t tag you and you’d love to join, please do! Everybody is welcome.

"Overblot is a dangerous condition that mages must avoid at all costs." - Book 1, C24

My take on Crowley Overblotting. We know that Crowley is easily one of, if not the most powerful mage at NRC, hence being Headmage. His chances of Overblot are probably extremely high and him specifically saying it should be avoided at all costs has led me to theorise that Crowley has in fact OBed before or has come close