Little-missobsessed - LittleMissObsessed

the day I Iearn how to draw decently is the day I take over every fandom I am in. Until then….well idfk, I’ll grasp onto my fan fictions like a life preserver, okay?

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Drawing my favorite line from my latest chapter 🖤

Chapter 11 spoilers ahead

High-school Days

Somehow... she was even more emo

THEY DID IT THEY FINALLY DID IT THIS IS SO VALIDATING I CANT THEY MAKE ME SICK

OH MY FUCK

Happy One Year!

I can't believe it's here so fast, but I'd like to say thank you for a whole year of support on my first original story.

Exactly one year ago, my silly trolls monster fanfiction debuted on Ao3. Never did I think this passion project would grow and reach as many people as it has, but I'm eternally grateful. Thank you to everyone who has supported me thus far, and here's to another year of monstrous memories 🖤

Monsters of Mount Rageous: Chapter 1

Fateful Encounter, Faithless Night

Run.

Run and don’t stop for anything.

Those were the words that played over and over in Savina’s head as she fled through the cobblestone streets of Mount Rageous.

Run.

How did this happen?

Don’t stop.

How could this happen?

Don’t look back.

Why me?

Her footsteps fell, fast and frantic, echoing along the deserted pathways. It was too late for anyone else to be out. She never should have been out.

Savina’s heart pounded in her ears, tears threatening to spill from eyes if she allowed her mind to linger on what had just happened for too long. Her hand flew up to cover her neck. Were those marks she felt? No… surely not. She was just scared and paranoid and imagining things.

The monster really did come out of nowhere. One moment she was calmly returning home from a peaceful moonlit stroll, as insomnia often drove her to take, and the next a vampire had her pinned against the brick wall of an abandoned shop, gleaming fangs claws digging into her neck. She had screamed, but as suddenly as he had appeared, he had vanished, disappearing back into the night and leaving her a catatonic mess on the filthy ground.

And so ran. As fast as she could. As soon as she could. She had to get away.

Her heel came down hard on a shallow puddle, and she flinched as the resounding splash reached her ears. She was running out of breath, her legs and lungs burned with every step, she couldn’t go on forever.

Another ten, fifteen, twenty, the adrenaline made it hard for her to be sure, minutes flew by as Savina gasped for air, feeling her body on the verge of collapse. She stumbled, gracelessly, into the closest alley she could find, slamming into the rough wall, the sharp bricks ripping into her land and leaving another part of her body bloody and bruised.

She stepped forward once, twice, three times before bracing herself on the wall behind her and collapsing to the stony ground below.

There she sat, shaking, taking in desperate gulps of air her lungs ached for. Savina tried to catch her breath, curling her knees to her chest, keeping her hand planted firmly over the wound on her neck. She could feel the blood starting to seep through the gaps of her fingers.

She had to know for certain.

With her heart lodged in her throat, she removed her trembling hand from her neck, the night air freezing and uncomfortable on the now exposed skin. Holding her hand out before her, sickly blue blood staining her porcelain skin, she looked down…

She couldn’t stop the choked sob that was torn from her throat.

Two small, distinct stains, sitting innocently on her shaking hand. The tell tale markings of a bite.

Savina’s sobs pierced through the once quiet night, tears and blood dripping to coat the stones she curled into herself upon.

What do I now?

She thought feverishly, mind racing with unanswered questions and heart heavy with crushing despair. She felt like she was going to be sick.

Where do I go? How am I supposed to hide this? How am I supposed to have any semblance of a normal life? Can I still go back home…? Do I even have a home to go back to anymore…?

Despite the torrent of thoughts that flooded her head, there was one that played on loop, circling the current over, and over, and over.

Am I… a monster now?

Hours seemed to pass, yet it felt like no time at all, as Savina sobbed into her knees, tears staining her skirt. That skirt… it was a gift from her mother, from her last birthday. She wondered if she would ever see her again. She wondered if she would ever have another birthday, or if that vile bite cursed her to be 19 forever.

The night bore on, the merciless moon shining its hateful rays down on the city, its watery light barely illuminating the girl in the alley, the girl whose violent cries downed out the sound of footsteps that drew ever nearer.

At long last, Savina’s eyes ran dry, her body no longer having enough water to continue to cry. She sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her clean hand, clearing them of the lingering tears that blurred her vision.

It was at that moment that she saw the strangers boots, stopped directly in front of her.

A terrified scream was ripped from her mouth as she tried to scramble back, only to hit her head against the unforgiving brick. Her vision swam with stars, and she stared up, expecting the worst.

However, when her world came back into focus, she didn’t find herself staring face to face with a cruel, blue haired man, but instead into the calm eyes of a girl. Looking not much older than herself.

”W-who are you…”

She whispered, her voice weak and raw from her sobs, edged with fear.

”what do you want from me?”

She tried her best to sound brave, assertive, but her words came out like those of a terrified child. She curled further into herself. She wanted to run again.

But the girl before her didn’t growl and snarl, didn’t push her down and bare glistening fangs. No, she did nothing of the sort. Instead, she smiled down at Savina, something… almost kind, shining in the depths of her crimson eyes.

Slowly, gently, the stranger held her arm out to her, her palm upright, as if she was… offering her help.

Savina stared at her relaxed expression, then down at her outstretched hand, and once again back up into her eyes, her own eyes wide and confused.

It was then that the strange woman spoke, her voice smooth and clear, echoing back to her in the silent alley, an accent that Savina didn’t recognize lacing her every word.

“Come on kid.”

Savina’s breath hitched, her hand moving to grasp the strangers, slowly, hesitantly.

“Everything is going to be okay.”

Iloveyouethelcainiloveyouethelcainiloveyouethelcainiloveyouethelcain (I saw this live and I BAWLEDDDDD)

this is fucking bullshit

i did one for an course assignment on mood, based on my deep trauma and angst on claw machines, making me relate deeply to homura characters

as fire as the ballad is, I can’t help but wonder if it ever hurt Agatha to perform a little bit, maybe just even the slightest twinge of the heart? Did it serve as a reminder of what she lost, seeing as she and Nicholas created it together? She didn’t hesitate to use it, though…which opens up a whole other question on what she truly values more-her power, or her son?