Dissonance Stories

the dissonance characters but in oneshots au

The man who walks the road of insanity sees, hears, and comprehends things that a sane man would have no hope in understanding. Leave your old self behind as I tell of another plane of existence through short-form poetry. I will do this until the things holding the seams together pull me through entirely.

Endless whispers cross the void like the silent echoes of flames from the throats of copper corpses.

This is what love isn't, and why we can't seem to walk away.

"Sometimes, to be saved, you must run through the flames. My story began with that fire." ​Fifteen years ago, a single night shattered her world. Her name changed, and so did her soul. Once she was Gunesh-the 'Sun'-but now her world is nothing but shadows. ​Today, she is more than just a government agent; she carries a hidden mutation in her blood-a power that is both a gift and a curse. To the world, she is Milan, a renowned musician in love with art. But behind the music lies a deadly secret. ​In a game of high stakes and betrayal, can she keep her dissonance hidden, or will the monster within consume her?

Beneath an idealized surface, hidden from the casual observer, lies a mysterious complexity of raw emotion and inner turmoil. What's shown clashes with what's truly felt within, creating conflicts and anticipation as the carefully constructed image is peeled away to reveal the often-unseen reality of the heart. This is a collection of poems for him/ her.

What if Snape had never overheard that prophecy Trelawney told Dumbledore. What if Peter never betrayed the Potters? Muse, a sixteen year old muggle-born, lives in a world were neither of these events have happened. Where Voldemort and the death eaters took over the ministry four years ago. Her home for the last four years has been destroyed and she is on her own. What happens when she encounters unlikely help? When she gets herself caught up in the center of the fight for the Wizarding World.

[Prolouge] [Scarlett's POV] I looked around the old, calming house that I called "home". Many other people called this place "home", too. My parents, my sisters, my neighbors...... We've all lived here for quite a while. But here I was, about to leave this place for newer, bigger adventures. I have a long journey ahead of me, after all. TV production doesn't happen without education and training. I can't stay to watch little Arailynn or Lucifer grow up, or to watch Phoenix graduate high school. Arailynn burst through the door separating my family's side of the house and my neighbors'. Lucifer followed close behind her. I smiled brightly, happy to see my four-year-old sister and my six-year-old neighbor. "Hey, you two!" I exclaimed. "Are you coming to me to say goodbye?" Arailynn and Lucifer nodded. Both of the small children hugged me tightly. After they let go, Arailynn dragged me over to the rocking chair in her room. "Woah, kiddos! What's all this for?" I asked. Maybe they wanted me to read them a story? "Tell Lucifer about the Chaotics!" Arailynn begged, sitting on my lap. Lucifer sat down next to Araiylnn."Yes, Scarlett! Please tell me!!" He pleaded. I patted both of their heads. I guess I was half right? This story is not one I can simply read, it must be told instead. "Alright, alright. I will." I responded gently. After Arailynn and Lucifer had stopped cheering, I cleared my throat. "This is a tale that takes place in the summer of 2017, when seven children found themselves fighting for the safety of Nekao City. Now be warned: many of the names will sound familiar to you."

Some of these will be based on prompts. Some of these will be based on ideas. All of these will be related to Project Chaos.

Artwork

When right and wrong blur, the mind splits. This poem explores conflicting choices, societal pressure, and the noise created when every option feels both correct and cruel.

Abimael was born with music in his blood - a child prodigy turned legend. But as his symphony climbed, so did a phantom note in his mind: one he could never play, only chase. Losing Rhythm is a poetic descent into genius, madness, and the unbearable silence between perfection and peace. This is not a song. It's an echo with no end.

when something seems just a little off, but you can't place it

guilt core shit I wrote a while back that vent lore

A short monograph on the word.

Five seconds later, so much for morals.

I'm still working on the title. Basically a story about cognitive dissonance and the struggles. This is what I have so far. Will update. Please feel free to critique my work!!

Dissonance He's a rebel rockstar. She's a quiet and disciplined ballerina. Two worlds that should never meet - until fate collides them. Can chaos and grace find harmony, or will their dissonance tear them apart?