HI, I HAVE RANDOMLY RISEN

To anyone who may have any interest after so many months, I'd like to post the unfinished works I never got to complete.
ALSO: I am open to anyone finishing these stories with some level of credit. Just please tag me because I would love to read it!

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Title: Dream Doodle (Lime or Fluff)
A medieval AU where Grian is a elf and gets a magical notebook from his good wizard pal Scar.
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"Scar, I don't think a magical notebook is a good idea. Like, come on, a book where everything you write down becomes real? Sounds fake," Grian begins, a stern eyebrow raised strictly above his eye as he inspects down at the black hardcover notebook.

Golden swirls and fancy galactic text shimmer around the edge with aesthetically pleasing symbols that seem to have no meaning. When flipping through the spiral ringed pages, he took note of their designs. Most pages are embedded with faint blue stripes, others occasionally perfectly blank for drawing sketches. It was apparent that the first few pages were completely torn, but no one seems to understand the meaning behind the ripped pages.

"Even if it is fake, it was made generations ago!" exclaims Scar. "Of course, whether if it's magical or not remains a mystery. How would I know? My wizard mind is crooked." He opens the front cover in Grian's hands before trailing the tip of his fingers down the rigid edges of the ripped pages. "Apparently, many years ago, someone created a handsome man. His name is forgotten, but that doesn't stop people from talking about him."

"What was he like?" Grian asks, perking his head up at the wizard. The sudden action made his sandy blonde hair bounce, revealing his pointy ears that his species inherits. Scar grins, a dastardly one at most, with his lips rising over his scarred cheeks.

"Well, if you're so interested, maybe you should take notes. He was tall, irresistible, astonishing, very polite, generous, and let's just say he isn't exactly human. For his generosity, its surprising that he's a fae, which also has a very high tendency for... you know, sexual desire and pleasure." The more Scar continued, the more his cocky smirk widened and the more Grian's face flared red as a fresh rose to blossom in the spring.

"Ah, well, I-I think I heard enough," Grian mumbles, the words barely passing his lips. Scar leans a bit closer, closing the notebook and running his hands along the spiral spine.

"So, what would it be dear elf boy? Fae's and elves can make a comparable match~ Just imagine having your own sex bud-"

"Scar!" Grian hisses and slaps his hands over the wizard's mouth, the book loosely hanging by a single finger. Grian's head twists in every direction, his eyes rushing around to see if anyone heard the conversation in Scar's small wizard shop. His head snaps back towards Scar's direction. "Shush! If I buy your stupid notebook, will you be quiet?!"

Scar nods frantically, and before he can reply, Grian hastily hands Scar a small bag of coins that he pulled from his plain satchel.

"Thanks for your services! I'll be using these wisely because we wizards are always broke. Potions are expensive to make sometimes."

"Yeah yeah," Grian rolls his eyes, holding his newly purchased item close to his chest, pink still flushed across his round cheeks. "Now put on some pants!"

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"A book... where whatever you write down, it comes to life," Grian taps the fluffy end of a quill against his chin while gazing at the ceiling. "That seems a bit OP and illegal. I'm not ready to go to prison! Elves like the laws of nature..."

Presenting his ideas in a journal was surely a challenge. Pardon, a "magical journal."

Curtains of red and purple hang around his small but adorable stone home, tarot cards lining the wall, and weapons such as hand-crafted knives and bows hang along with the curtains.

The place honestly reminds him of the one store in the game Arcana, with purple curtains, but minus the glass ball. He allowed some vines to creep inside through the windows and cracks for aesthetic purposes, and because of his love of nature.

"Let's not be dumb about it. Maybe I should experiment." With his specific abilities to draw nature explicitly, he thought this was a good opportunity to practice with flowers. He sketches out a gorgeous flower and takes notes on the size, appearance, color, and rarity. "Strongylodon macrobotrys, also known as the jade vine, emerald vine, or turquoise vine. One of the rarest flowers, they don't grow around this area, and they are very expensive."

For that night, he set the notebook aside on an oak stool resting next to his bedside. Just as the night passed and the morning sun came, Grian rose out of his bed, rubbing the dreary remnants of sleep from his sparkling avid eyes.

He hops out of bed, enthusiastically looking up and down his home where the wildlife has entered. He searched outside for many minutes but found nothing.

"What a waste," Grian grumbles, marching back inside. His bare feet were coated with nothing but patches of mire mud. "At least I have something to doodle in now." He stomps his feet in the doorway, hoping that he can keep traces of mud to a minimum around his house.

After finding time to clean himself and eating a decent breakfast, he settled on his floor only to doodle once more in the pages. A tinge of hope remains inside of himself, but seeing as perhaps the tales aren't true, (and his wizard friend might actually be going a little insane), he decided that there was no point in fighting the urge to draw the fae that Scar explained.

Not much detail was provided, so the majority of it would have to come from his vivid imagination. While his hand begins to outline an anatomically correct male figure, a small portion of his mind and heart starts to hesitate.

He could be too impatient with the entire project, and knowing that he didn't do enough experiments to prove his theory, he still couldn't help but just go completely off.

Hell, he could end world hunger, wars between goblins and ogres, or make poverty-driven individuals have more money than they need. Instead, he decided to draw an attractive man in case this journal is in fact magical, so he can keep everyone safe. If he drew the world on fire, that wouldn't end well.

Grian giggled cutely when he put a few lines under the nose area to create a mustache. What's the point of drawing if you can't have fun with it? The whole concept is most likely fake, so drawing a mustache on a random, yet striking, fae wouldn't do any harm.

The whole sketchbook is a lie. At least, that's what Grian thinks.

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A week has passed, and Grian still hasn't seen a single change in the environment. Or anything relating to the notebook. Not a single flower he sketched. Not the man he drew without missing a detail. Throughout the week, he had little time to actually draw more items or objects because of his busy schedule.

The sun rises to promote a brand new day of mishap and wonders. The golden locks of Grian's hair lightly shine in the refreshed morning sunlight and stick to his face as he rolls over. He snugs closely against a seemingly large object, burying his nose deep into the warmth.

A firm arm wraps around his slim waist and rich pine tree cologne swarms to his nostrils.

Grian's eyes snap completely open and he suddenly raises from his spot. An ear-shattering scream rips from the back of his throat as he aggressively kicks the stranger off his bed. A strong yelp follows along and an alarming thud crashes into the rough flooring. Clenching a hand to his chest, Grian breathes feverishly and takes deep breaths to help ease himself.

"You know, for a small person such as yourself," the figure on the floor rises to his feet, his looming shadow practically blanketing over Grian. "You are strong." His left rests on the approximate area where Grian slammed his heel into.

-End of Writing-

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Title: Imaginary Friend (Angst)
An AU where everytime someone dies, they become a living person's ghost friend. The ghost is only visible to the living host. My ending: Mumbo dies to become someone's imaginary friend, making Grian disappear forever.
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"Let me get this straight."

Mumbo clears his throat and lowers his hand after pinching the bridge of his straight-edge nose. "You were sliding off the roof of a tall barn, got a blood clot after hitting the ground too hard, and died in the hospital? Am I hearing that correct?"

"Yessir! And now I have been chosen to bother you until the day you die! What happens afterwards, I dunno! I heard imaginary friends then go to the afterlife," the fellow copper head that is drifting in front of Mumbo scratches his chin, a confused sparkle shimmering behind his golden rimmed glasses.

"Oh goodness me," Mumbo grunts. "Can't you just go the police force and do something more interesting? You can literally watch Russian spies right now and yet you are here." Grian shakes his head, dimly transparent bangs quaking, as a simple response before his lips tilt into a mere grin. As Mumbo begins to head in a different direction, Grian quickly flies over Mumbo before meeting face to face with the man, forcing him to pause in his tracks in order to avoid phasing through Grian.

"We can do so much more fun." Grian gushes, his fingers all widely separated and palms completely naked to show his eagerness. "We can pull massive pranks and get away with murder!"

"So, my imaginary friend is a physcopath. How wonderful." Mumbo takes a side step before proceeding past Grian. The smile that was casting on Grian's face slides completely off. He fixes his posture and dramatically marches faster than Mumbo, stopping again in front of him. An aggravated huff tugs out of Mumbo as he places his hands on his hips, stopping in his line of direction once more.

"Will you stop doing th-"

"This is boring! Shopping is boring! When you are a ghost, you don't have to eat and you surely don't have to use doors. If I were you, let's become ghost buddies," Grian raises an eyebrow with a suggestive smile replacing his features. Mumbo, however, still has curled down lips and a prominent frown.

"Are you suggesting I kill myself?"

"I mean, if you want. Or have someone kill you."

"No thanks," Mumbo hastily replies, not even changing his path around Grian. This is surely wearing down Mumbo's patience with his new partner. He walks through Grian's legs and carries on looking at the encased shelves for suitable and relatively cheap frozen food.

-End of Writing-

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Title: From Afar (Poetry)
A lore induced celestial AU.

The Sun (Generik) wanted to kill Earth (Mumbo) because he was creating life. War broke out in the solar system. In a desperate attempt to win, Generik killed himself by blowing up his planet (but failed to win). In the shards of the sun, Mumbo meets Grian, the secret descendant. Then Mumbo and Grian learn to love in a complex tale :]
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threading between the scalding stars

the universe said i love you from the afars

i wish i was there with you

dancing between planets

lounging on saturn's rings, leaping with mercury's low gravity

with you, only you

but the universe filled up the infinite space dividing us

weaving its cosmos and spirals of glimmering galaxies between each other

like a web dripping with dazzling diamond chandeliers of the night

like charolette's web tightly hugging my neck,

You are the child of the sun

no less than the trees

no more than the speckled stars

the blue marble of my home is only a dot 

to your eyes, eyes that grasp a speckled flame of life

i miss you

so with my fishbowl helmet that mirrors your true light

i will find you amid the celestial cosmos

because i love you, sun child

even being sewn in the petals of the shadows

you are still the brightest child of the sun

i love you, Grian

i'll make sure the stars welcome you home

because you are my infinite universe of twirling light