#mist writes

But Krypto can't understand what his people are saying so he doesn't get why his boy won't come back, but he knows that he misses him with his entire being. And his boy's friends come to visit but both smell sad and Krypto can't smell his boy on them anymore.

And then Krypto's other humans start coming around the farm more and they smell worried when they look at him. Yet Krypto doesn't know how to feel about them because he loves them so very much, but his boy always smelled lonely even when they were around as well.

About me

Canonical Name: Mist

Pronouns when referring to mist: She/They

What I do!

On this blog my primary focus is writing and drawing,so while I do have many other hobbies,expect to see a lot of that here!

What I'm doing currently

Currently I write both SAGAU and minecraft lore analysis!

Escape is necessary,Vengeance is required (Chaper one up)

Keaya Reader bodyswap au (in progress)

Mc lore analysis pt 3?? (In development/research stage)

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Minecraft (not up yet)

Event masterlist (not up yet)

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#Mist thinks - simple little thought posts

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Posting scedule

I post just about twice a week,thrice if I write a whole lot

Character/s: Zoey, Aphmau, Levin

Setting: Yggdrasil Forest, During the 15 Year Timeskip

Word count: ~1.1k

Summary: Learning the Waltz is quite literally as easy as a one, two, three. That's why it's a partner dance, the simple steps are meant to be shared, not as a complex routine, but as an avenue for two people to connect. A Mother and Son, or Maybe… A friend and her Lord.

A/N: So I heard this song a while ago and guys, the Phoenix Drop feels hit hard and fast. Also my english teacher wanted us to write something on Memory, Nature and the appreciation of a single moment in time and honestly I think it would be a disservice if I didn’t write timeskip zoeymau tbh. I’m actually pretty proud of this, and I might write a part 2 and 3 with other sections of the song as inspiration (dante and cadenza turn on ur location).

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Five Years

Zoey tends to the trees of the Yggdrasil with care and precision. Even when she lived there, it was something she did often. But now… Now she waters and prunes with a more direct purpose than just keeping them alive, sentimental as it was. It was Aphmau's favorite thing. She loved the tree in Phoenix Drop, and her eyes would light up whenever she saw or talked about it, in the same way they did when she looked at puppies, or Levin, or Malachi, or…

Her.

When Zoey moved to the Yggdrasil with the boys, she made a point to look after the trees. It was one of the ways she still felt connected to her, far away as she may be. Looking after the tree made Aphmau happy. And so Zoey looks after all the trees now, to remember her.

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Levin came barrelling out of the house they now lived in. now eight, he just couldn't contain his energy. A while ago, Zoey had tried to channel it into something more productive, and in doing that she had started to teach him to dance. Levin had taken an awestruck liking to it and took every chance he could to learn the steps with his mother.

“Zoey! Zoey! Look! I think I’m getting it! It’s like,” Levin did a bow, then started moving his feet, lilting and twirling in place. “1, 2, 3, 1… 2… 3! See?”

He was trying to replicate a waltz, one of the dances that Zoey had taught him just a day prior. She giggled and crouched down to talk eye-level with him.

“Hey, look at that! You’re picking this up really fast, I’m proud of you Levin! But you know…” She stopped him from dancing by grabbing his hands and took them in hers. he wasn't quite tall enough for a proper dance position, but that didn't really matter anyway. “It works a lot better with two people.”

Levin’s eyes sparkled as he beamed with childlike joy. he was practically bouncing up and down as they danced around outside.

1, 2, 3.

1, 2, 3.

1, 2, 3.

Twirl, Spin, part, together. Feet stepping in and out, as they spun around, starting to move between the trees that Zoey had been tending to, laughing together, a mother and son. There was no music in the garden where they danced, but that strangely never occurred to them. It never mattered.

She remembered the day she learned this dance, now somehow clearer than ever.

Aphmau had insisted on making breakfast that morning, something about Zoey always working too hard, and doing too much for them all. As if Aphmau herself wasn't the lord of the entire village and did the most for everybody there. But when she wanted to be, Aphmau was stubborn as an ox, and nobody knew that better than Zoey. so when she asked, Zoey relented fairly quickly. So she sat there, watching her cook, setting the table in preparation for a nice family breakfast.

Aphmau started to hum.

At that moment Zoey realized that she had never heard Aphmau sing before, and it was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. Although she was singing along to a song that nobody could ever possibly hear, her voice was enchanting, and Zoey was firmly under that spell. It wasn’t fair, how she could be so good at everything. At leading, at cooking, at talking and now even singing. It’s no wonder why everybody was in love with her. Including herself.

When Aphmau turned around, it was like she had just suddenly realized Zoey was near. The humming stopped, and there was a slight redness on her cheeks. Zoey could feel her face heat up in the same way, being caught in her awe. Then, Aphmau burst into giggles. And Zoey had to correct herself; That was the most beautiful sound she would ever hear. And it was infectious. Soon, they were both in fits of laughter, for no apparent reason at all. Zoey quieted First.

“Sorry, For uhm... Staring. Lord Aphmau. It's just- you have a lovely voice.” She felt her own voice grow small and sheepish as she said it, like a child confessing their first love.

Aphmau let out another small chuckle. “It’s alright Zoey. Thank you for the compliment.” Then she paused, thinking for a brief moment, before reaching her hand towards Zoey.

“Lord Aphmau…?”

Her Lord smiled. “Come on, Let's dance!”

“Uh..” Zoey started to reach out her hand, Before pulling back. “I’m not sure if I… Know how?”

Aphmau cocked her head, puzzled. “You… don’t know… how to dance?”

“Yeah? I mean, not with… formal steps, and music, and rhythm and, and-”

Aphmau burst into laughter once again. “Zoey, None of that matters! Just dance with me! I'll teach you.”

Zoey giggled and grabbed aphmau's hand as she was pulled to her feet.

Then they started to dance.

Zoey was looking directly at Aphmau's feet. Not wanting to mess up and step on her toes, or god forbid, knock something over. The steps were fairly simple, a slow, sort of lilting dance that Zoey recognized as a waltz, one of the dances performed at Logan and Donna's wedding. Aphmau's hand was on Zoey’s Waist, the other was holding Zoey’s hand up in front. Then she separated the hold, then lifted Zoey’s chin to look in her eyes. Zoey melted like ice in summer. And Aphmau's smile, Irene that smile, it really wasn't helping the brilliant red Zoey’s face seemed to be turning. But despite her nervousness, Zoey started to get the hang of the dance, Aphmau was right, none of that formal stuff mattered at all. What mattered was that she followed the lead, and just went with her gut.

“See! Zoey, you’ve got it!”

She had. It was a simple beat, even with no music or rhythm, she learned pretty fast.

1, 2, 3

1, 2, 3

Aphmau winked at Zoey as she broke hold once again and flung Zoey out into a twirl. After almost stumbling from the sudden break, she spun in the room before returning to her arms. And then the dance started getting more and more ambitious. She dipped Aphmau, and over her saw that breakfast was bubbling, threatening to burn while they danced. She laughed again and immediately realized all her nervousness was gone, and all that remained was love. Pure, strong, and bold love.

And it was wonderful.

It was surprising, how quickly she learned that dance.

But would you look at that, Zoey thought, looking down at Levin's laughing face as they danced through the Yggdrasil,

Consider a glammed up modern Medusa.  She’s well-to-do, charming, all around a nice lady.  Her snakes are as...serpentine and petrifying as ever, but now she knows how to control the strength of the petrification.  She is a fine lady, manicured and painted nails, rocking the heels and jeans and a really nice black and silver shirt.

She runs an LGBT-and-NB safe primarily women’s shelter, though she sometimes rescues battered men, too.  The place looks nice, kind of like if a young adult designed a camp cabin with all the comforts.  Nice beds (some bunk, some not, depends on if you like that and/or have children), working internet, computers, phones, well-kept bathrooms, a kitchen and for some reason, a bar.  She will reserve a nice tequila for you if you need it.

What if Tim was cursed by Gotham to remain Robin?

Gotham needed him. Her protector- Batman- was going off the rails. But she was worried that if another was to fill the role of Robin, they too would eventually leave. So Gotham decided that should someone choose the role, then they would be bound to it forever.

Gotham felt there was time to prepare someone for the eternal role. So that they knew what they were getting into. After all, Batman had always chosen his Robin, and who would want to stand at his side right now?

But Gotham was wrong.

Although I only want to focus on actively posting 1-2 fics at a time on ao3, I also want to share all the works I have going on right now, so I'm going to start posting about them here :D

If there's questions about any of these snippets going forward, please ask! It might actually help me with writing them!

WIP 1: Are You Lost or Are You Free?

"Are you drunk!?"

Jason's head rolled against Tim's shoulder. He opened his mouth, voice slurring out, "I regret you."

Tim winced. "Gee, thanks."

"No no," Jason ground out. His hand reached up, the tips of his fingers tracing carefully over the scar on Tim's throat, barely peeking out over his cape.

Tim's breath caught.

"I regret," Jason whispered.

"Yeah," Tim swallowed harshly. "Me too."

Title: Rest

Characters: Nick, Ghetto, AK, Shark & Jess

Summary: Very Short, the gang finds a moment of peace in an old music store

A/N; guess I’m a CD blog now djshrjshjsjd. I wanted to write something about it and all I came up with is this really short thing so enjoy!!

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“Hey Jess, you ready to go?”

“You bet.”

Stumbling upon an abandoned music store had not been their intention, but now that the group was here, it was a sin to miss the opportunity. The five of them were piled in, and each of them picked an instrument. It had of course taken a bit of work to hook up the generator the the stores power supply but they all believed the effort was worth it.

Shark sat behind a piano that had been left neglected for so long it was slightly out of tune. In possession of an electric guitar was AK, who had replaced at least three of its strings with spares lying around the store. Ghetto had dusted off an old drum set, and was using a pair of old chopsticks he found behind the counter to play, as drumsticks were nowhere to be seen. Nick managed to find an old launchpad, and he’d hooked it up to Jess’ microphone, both to provide special effects and to play along. It was a ragtag band, but they somehow all managed to find something they could play.

The dusty music store probably hadent seen anybody through it’s doors since the beginning of the apocalypse they found themselves in. After all, who needs a violin to survive when the zombies attack? But after all that had happened, music seemed to be able to provide a much needed reprieve from all the shit luck and bad hands they had been dealt lately. Just... one moment. One moment of quiet peace, simple joy in playing music with friends. That’s all they needed right now.

Shark began to play, a short intro to begin, and Jess started singing.

“It’s the last... day on earth...”

Title: Aperture

Character/s: Lucinda, Vylad, Aaron, Melissa

Summary: Aperture - an opening, hole, or gap - a space through which light passes in an optical or photographic instrument, especially the variable opening by which light enters a camera. The story Begins, Lucinda and Vylad have a common conversation.

A/N: And so it begins!

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Vylad always thought Lucinda made the hallway before her office ridiculously long on purpose. It game people time to stew on what they’d done wrong as they did a walk of shame, or think about their proposal to her before they made it. It was both merciful and cunning, just like her. But Vylad wasn't performing the walk of shame, nor the nervous walk of small fish to the shark tank. No, he was waking to Lucinda's office so he could pick his friend up for after work drinks.

Lucinda and Vylad had been friends for a while now. Ever since Vylad had started working here, in fact. They had a relationship that just clicked, like a big scarf and the perfect jacket in cold weather. Lucinda called it the optimal example for gay/lesbian solidarity, and, while Vylad was inclined to agree, he thought his description was much better. Vylad was barely in the photography business when they met, although he still remembered that first meeting well.

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Divine was the Fifth magazine company he went in for an interview with. The others before had all said the same thing;

“Your photos are good, but they're just not what just not what we're looking for.”

When he walked into Lucinda’s Office for the first time, it was an out of body experience, her desk was huge and made out of purple glass, and the window behind her overlooked the whole city. Her chair was black and plush, but perhaps the strangest thing was an antique bookcase in the corner, with two huge old ugly red armchairs in front of it. It didn't fit in with anything else in the room, and yet, felt so in place. As soon as Lucinda looked up, she spoke in a voice so dramatic it was obviously put on.

“Take a seat” She gestured to the armchairs.

Vylad sat down and Lucinda stood and joined him. She took his portfolio from him and looked through it, then eyed him over.

“These are nice,” She said, closing the binder. “Dynamic shots, good colour balance, you've got quite the eye. You know with your talent you could probably skip the runt stages and open up a gallery. Why do you want to work at Divine”?

Vylad took his folder back from her. “Well, If I’m honest Ms. Belvoir-”

Lucinda held her hand out to stop him. “Lucinda.”

“Lucinda?” he asked, confused.

“Yes. Lucinda. Ms. Belvoir is so… Gross? I don't know, Lucinda is just, Better. Okay?” she said, Nodding.

“Well okay, Lucinda,” Vylad Said, “If I’m Honest, I want to stay in the business. Photography interests me sure, but fame does as well, and I'm sure my mother would cry if I distanced myself from it completely, no matter how evident I've made it that I want no part in the family side of fame.”

Lucinda gave him a puzzled look. “Family side of fame? Hell does that mean?”

“The Ro’Meave Thing isn't a coincidence, My father really is the dickwad himself.” Said Vylad, almost wincing.

“Oh… OH! Wait… did you just call Garte Ro’Meave a Dickwad? My God,” She burst into giggles, losing her elegance that, up until now had been her most intimidating feature, completely.

Vylad couldn't help but catch her smile, it was infectious. And just like that, they were friends.

“You’re hired. It's obvious you've got the guts and the style. Welcome to Divine” Lucinda Reached out to shake his hand.

He took it.

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He reached the end of the long hall and knocked on the office door.

“Come in~” Came Lucinda’s Cheerful voice.

Vylad opened the door and plopped down on one of the armchairs. “Hey Luci, how’s your day been?” he said, hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Lucinda smiled as she sat opposite him. “Oh you know, this and that, people to see places to go and all.” She beamed at him. “How about you, my bestest photographer?”

Vylad gave her a glare. “Well, I don't know Ms. Belvoir, but it was somebody's idea to send me all the way out to my father's company to take photos of the famed Ro’Meave brothers, and that meant I’d have to spend four hours in a car, and then an extra three waiting them out. So I’d say it went Great.”

“Well,” Said Lucinda, annoyingly happy grin still on her face, “Didya get the shots?”

Vylad rolled his eyes. “Yes. and a pigeon pooped on me.”

“Splendid! You really are my best.” She stood up. “So, we still on? Or did you walk all the way to my office to be sour?”

Vylad stood as well. “Mhm, Don’t you forget it. And yes. trust me, Luci, nobody would bother walking all the way up her just to sass you. It Just isn't worth the effort.”

“Good, that means it achieves its purpose. Let's go!”

Soon enough they arrived at the bar. It was the same dingy old thing they often visited after work, it wasn't falling apart by any means, but Vylad knew that Lucinda had access to every ritzy nightclub there was, so why she chose to frequent ‘The Moon's Curse’ was beyond him, but the bar felt homely. Old posters hang from the walls, yellow light streaming from odd places in the roof. The bar itself was cramped, and filled with more liquor than you could imagine, an obvious show of a years-old collection.

Lucinda strolled up to the bar with Vylad like she owned the place. An honestly, it was deserved, given how often they came here.

The Man behind the bar smiled as he saw them come in. “Well well, if it isn't my favourite customers. What’ll it be today guys?”

“Just the usual Aaron. A Caldron and a Blood Oath.” Said Lucinda, before pausing for a moment, “And tell Melissa back there that I said hi.” She added, Winking towards the kitchens out back.

Aaron rolled his eyes. “You guys aren't even dating anymore! Why can't I be spared from your relentless flirting.”

“Just because we broke it off doesn't mean we hate each other. Besides, we share a common goal in driving you mad.” Lucinda Shrugged.

Aaron chuckled, Shook his head and then got back to making their drinks. It was almost routine at this point, how they would come in, tease him, drink, talk, play darts and then leave. But that isn't to say Vylad found it boring. Quite the opposite actually, it was nice to have a regular thing with his friends.

Yeah. Vylad liked his friends, few as they were. He was always terrible at making friends, his father taught him that he should be better than everybody else, and while that rhetoric was easy enough to shake, the pressure to get perfect grades and do well in his extracurriculars put him in isolation. Vylad was learning piano as soon as he had a basic motor function, and many other instruments followed. So the only real friends he had were his band friends, and nobody else. Come high school, he’d immersed himself in the arts completely, with the exception of acting. Photography, Visual Arts, Music, and Band were where he thrived. And coincidentally, they were all subjects where you hardly talked to people. So maybe that had something to do with it, that, and the constant and stubborn refusal to make powerful connections because of his father.

Huh. Maybe Garte was the reason he never made friends. He was always being told to make powerful allies by his stepfather, and Vylad was the stubborn little kid who refused. He always refused. When his father offered to put him in a movie, Vylads answer was a firm no. He didn't want to take handouts from him, especially when they were made so he could keep up his image of loving Vylad despite his “Circumstance”. Honestly, if not being in a stupid movie was what it took for Garte to be outed as an egotistical lunatic who cared for nothing but his finance, then Vylad was more than happy to leave his families fame behind.

“Ey Vylad!” Came the familiar voice of Melissa.

“What is it, Mel?” He answered, snapping out of it.

“I heard the love of your life is in a new movie~. Luci Sending you to the Red Carpet?” She asked teasingly.

“Love of my life? I have no idea who you’re talking about.”

Aaron chimed in. “Bullshit you don’t, just yesterday you were fawning over Laurance Zvahl and how excited you were for this movie”

Lucinda snorted at Aarons comment. “He’s Right, And yeah. You’re going, I mean you get the best photos of him, better than anyone else at divine in fact. But I need you back that day as well, we've got Katelyn to shoot at Four and I want you there because we need your lighting skills”

“Really?! Thanks, Lucinda!” He Clasped her hands in his excitedly. “Oh yeah, and I'll be back by Four, don't worry about it.”

“Mhm, And he maintains the idea that he isn't absolutely smitten” Said Aaron.

Melissa giggled, and then her face fell a bit. “Hey, how is Katelyn anyway?”

Lucinda sighed and traced the rim of her glass. “She's doing fine. Heads above water and all that, there's no way she's plummeting into obscurity or anything… but paparazzi won't leave her be, and with Garte controlling all the stories except ours…”

“She's either a devil or she’s non-existent.” Vylad finished.

Aaron Winced “Rough”

Lucinda nodded. “Yeah.”

“But you guys are doing you’re best to keep her, that so sweet,” Melissa said, smiling at Vylad and Lucinda.

Lucinda shook her head and smiled. “Sweet has nothing to do with it, garte may have paid off everybody to fuck her over, but the public still likes her, especially those who hate Zane. We’re turning a profit from having her give us exclusives, and helping her out as a friend is just a huge bonus.”

“Ever the entrepreneur Luci” Vylad Laughed and Finished his drink. “But she's right, it really is Garte’s Loss.”

“Well alright, but give her my love ok?” Melissa walked over to the bar and took their glasses.

Lucinda Put a few notes on the table “Will do, thanks for the night, you guys.”

As they left the bar, Vylad thought about the jests at his expense.

Laurance.

As much as Vylad might deny it, he really was enamoured with him. Should it surprise anybody? After all, he was a celebrity. It was normal to like celebrities. Normal to crush on celebrities. Normal to want to date them and- oh god what was he thinking?! He was obsessed! Maybe that's why all of his friends tease him about it, and why Lucinda kept giving him assignments where Laurance was present. He did take the best photos of him, that was no secret. Something about him was just so… Inspiring. But it didn’t matter how huge his crush on the famous Mr. Zvahl was. Vylad was a realist at heart, and he knew that there was no possible future in which he actually met, let alone loved, Laurance Zvahl.

Yeah.