Moon_Clout
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- 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs (1)
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The days pass in a blurry haze full of soju and pipe smoke, the smells blending into his skin so intensely he thinks he may have merged with them. He was used and touched and groped and hurt, all to please his clients (whoever they may be).
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He grinds herbs together to create something new. Something useful to all be the people he wishes to take care of, and everyone in-between. He hopes he helps and he hopes that his medicinal knowledge is enough to satisfy the people who hurt. But heartbreak is something else entirely and it's something much scarier for him to heal.
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Two different people who lead two very different lives, rely on each other to get through their respective days
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I decided to make a story based off my OC's. Please help they have me stuck
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A home that hasn't been a home for awhile by Moon_Clout, Vanish_962
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
26 Oct 2025
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Basically a neglectful sbi family au but it's more accurate to an actual neglectful family unlike the other fics based off what actually happened to me, vanish, a neglected child myself.
Except for S/H parts, I don't do that...
Edit: Moon is currently not allowed to work on this anymore due to some private issues going on between me and them behind the scenes just so you know.
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Tommy is a tired kid. He has to juggle class, finding a good family, spending time with his friends, and finding a new job every other day. All while balancing the complex night life of being a vigilante and adding this into the mix might be a big problem and isn't as easy as it seems.
Or Basically okay so I found a random post on Pinterest (don't question my ways) and I found a prompt from Tumblr and now I have ideas
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In which a fan meets their favorite character and tries to change their fate. by Moon_Clout
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs, Idk what else - Fandom
06 Aug 2024
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Basically I was scrolling Tumblr and I saw a post. Not just any post, a writing prompt idea.
In which author has at least a little motivation.
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A crossover between the real world and the world of anime and fantasy shit igA character(I dunno who yet) hears a knock on their door and after finally decideing to answer, they see a very disgruntled human. This human practically screeches at the top of their lungs and throws their hands up to their face "Ipromisenottohurtyouimniceandyourmyfavoritecharacteramdiwanttochangethending" the human blasts off this tirade at a very fast pace, their voice shakes with anticipation and nervousness.
The character looks them up and down "who's the author?'
They say with almost no surprise. "Um ______" the human replies. "Shit" the character shakes their head desolately.Okay so that's the idea basically. Also I probably will change the way they react to each other at first because it depends on what character I chose.
And this will also probably have angsty shit lol- Language:
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Jeongin smiles again, this time more fully, showing off rows of straight teeth. “Maybe I knew I’d find a pretty boy on the balcony,” he teases. “Maybe I’m hoping he’ll take me home.”
Hyunjin’s arms constrict, wrapping him more tightly bound. Maybe under different circumstances he would have agreed. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Hyunjin is sick of playing maybes.
“I don’t want to go home,” he says, blunt. He meets Jeongin’s gaze with the intention of holding it for the first time since they met.
Jeongin’s smile relaxes into something more serious. Hyunjin chooses to perceive it as sincerity. “Okay. So don’t.”
(OR: Hyunjin, sick of failing to live up to his parents expectations, finds a savior in Jeongin, a stranger who offers him a spot in his grunge band's tour van.)
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"Merpeople aren't real," Jisung blurts out, his statement contradicted before it's even out of his mouth as he stares at the shimmering blue tail attached to the man in his pool.
"Oh, sorry. Let me go inform my entire society that we don't exist," the man - the merman - snarks, hissing as he tugs on the net stuck under his scales.
Jisung has a lot of questions, some of them scientific and most of them stupid, but the stupidest one of all is somehow the one his brain lets slip past his lips. "How do you piss?"
(OR: Minho comes to shore determined to prove that love isn't real. Jisung thinks he can prove him wrong in order to get his wish of getting out of his hometown. Things do not go as planned for either of them.)
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Wordlessly, Jeongin picks at the edge of the patch, then peels it back slowly, from under his jaw to just above his Adam’s apple, on both sides. As soon as the adhesive leaves his skin, he sees Hyunjin’s head tilt and eyebrows raise. Hyunjin’s chest rises, drawing a deep breath of the rich, dense coffee scent that pours from the slice of skin right under Jeongin’s jaw.
Jeongin watches as Hyunjin leans forward another few inches, far enough that he’s leaning over air, mouth slightly ajar.
“I love coffee,” he murmurs, almost to himself. His eyes space out just a little bit, getting a thousand yard stare.
(a non-traditional, interesting take on betas... alpha jeongin x beta hyunjin are roommates and coworkers for the summer)
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From closer, it’s clear that Minho is about his age. He’s handsome— very much so— in an untouchable sort of way. Straight nose, sharp eyes, a defined cupid’s bow. He looks sculpted rather than born. Jisung might shrink under the weight of his presence if the situation were different.
Knowing that Minho is dying ruins the illusion of perfection.
Jisung answers an ad online reading: "I'm going to die, but there's a lot of things I haven't done yet that I don't want to do alone."
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OWEWEEWWWWWWWEWW BEST.THING IVE EVER READ HOLY SHIT I CRIED
I STILL HAVENT RECOVERED IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL MYSELF AUGH
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Jisung leans his head back, lazy. Like he can’t be bothered to pick it up. Like it’s too heavy, or he’s too sleepy. “Do you think it would fuck everything up if we slept together for real?”
“Everything,” Minho says, not quite a question, but not understanding. A general repetition for the benefit of the both of them. Because his throat hurts a little bit, and he needs a second to swallow it down.
He brings his hand back to steering. Both of them right where they’re meant to be.
“Everything, like— us,” Jisung waves his finger between them. “You’re my best friend. And I’m yours. And I’ve always wondered, you know?”
Minho is white knuckling the wheel. He can still feel Jisung beneath his fingertips, or maybe just within his bloodstream. Injected there to sit. Stay.