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About Me - KPFish

Hello everyone, I am Kelsey or KP or KPFish or kp-go-fish (I will also respond to ‘hey, you’). Thank you to everyone who has checked out my writeblr in the last few days as I’m making my return, I appreciate it. I’ve got my introduction for my WIP on my page, or here , and decided it’s time to introduce myself.

My name is Kelsey, I am 20, she/her/hers are my pronouns. I am a summer baby, Leo. I am a third generation Friday the 13th baby. I am the only girl of my family, and have 3 brothers. 

I am a third year at university studying Psychology with a minor in sociology. I plan to master in Children Social Work. 

I play the snare drum in a Scottish bagpipe and drum band, and I coach 16u softball in the summer. 

I have been writing since I was 11, and can say I’ve had ideas and characters on my mind since I was 9 years old. Imaginary friends, turned characters, turned coping mechanisms, and characters once more.

Some of my favorite series are the Lorien Legacies, Artemis Fowl, and Dangerous Days of Daniel X 

Some of my favorite shows are Republic of Doyle, Monarch of the Glen, Archer, and Psych

Some of my favorite moves are Memento, Princess Bride, and Some Like it Hot

I look forward to meeting new people and reading more of what others are writing! 

#meet kpfish #kpfish thoughts #kpgofish #introductions #writeblr #writing

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This is so pretty! :D

This if for your follower event. You can choose either poem or short story: What is something that automatically brings a smile to your face?

Thank you for stopping in to help me celebrate ^-^ Here’s the poem: 

Keep reading

#a poem by ren #follower celebration

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It is an odd feeling. I’ve been away from my University for 4 weeks now, too. Mine was a much smaller University than UCLA, we had maybe 2,200 I believe. I was a Resident Assistant on my campus, a member of SGA, and I had a job off campus... all of my activities are on pause till the fall, now. What an odd time. 3 more weeks of the semester, though! I think I can do it. 

April 13, 2020

I’ve been away from UCLA for 4 weeks now, which is actually the longest I’ve been away from campus since summer of 2017. It’s been 2.5 years!!! Talk about a change in lifestyle

School from home is feels really strange. I let myself sleep in a lot, my classroom is less than 5 feet away from my bed, and I stare at a screen for about 95% of my waking hours. I honestly feel like the lofi hiphop studybeats girl now but hey what a time for an introvert to be alive ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#kpfish thoughts

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ahhh Hello! My name is Kelsey and I write sci-fi young adult stories. Currently I have one work in progress, which I’m calling “X Marks The Criminal” on Tumblr, but thinking about just going with The Marked. I mostly do just one shot, side stories of my characters on my Writeblr, but with enough confidence in my actually story I may share a chapter or two in time :)

On the Hunt for Writeblrs

 It’s sad to see, but many of the writing-related blogs I used to follow and interact with when I joined the writeblr community are no longer active, and so, I thought it might be a good idea to find new writeblrs to fill my dash with.

 Important Note: I’m a picky person when it comes to blogs I follow. For my own well-being, I will not be following blogs that post a lot of political or current event things, untagged horror things, a lot of witch/ghost/.demon related things, or that have a lot of negativity. It’s nothing personal, it’s just that I know those kinds of things wear me down and I’d like to make my dash a pleasant place for me to scroll through.

 Beyond that, I’m just looking for writeblrs. I really enjoy fantasy, poetry, and sci-fi, but am open to most genres. Lots of positivity posts is a huge plus for me, but isn’t required.

 So, yeah, if you’re a writeblr, feel free to reblog with some stuff about your current project, or an introduction to your blog, or just a hello. I’ll stop by your blog and if it’s something I’m interested in, I’ll start following you ^-^

#writeblr #writing community #writer #mywip

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Ian’s First Day on Earth - Drabble

*There is some violence and blood. I will put a * at the beginning of the scene and * at the end so you may skip it if you’d life.*

It was an unfortunate meeting from the start. Not only was the rain putting a damper on the day, but Ian had been fleeing for his life.

The gravel cut into his palms as he fell and tried to back away from the Hunter. The blue droplets were reacting towards the rain like oil smearing in water. He closed his eyes, flinching, waiting for the Hunter to pull the trigger on him. The man had been chasing him through the town, and back towards an old junk yard. Ian had no clue where he was running to, but the second there was a gun fired in his direction he took off running.

*The quick gasp for air made him open his eyes again, just in time to see a knife being pulled out of the gorilla man’s neck. The droplets flew, and he pursed his lips with disgust as he felt the warm spots hit his face. The body of the man fell to its knees, and with a kick from the perpetrator, it fell over with a thud, blood pooling on the ground near Ian’s leg. He pulled his feet away quickly, before realize he had bigger issues at hand. Whoever just took down that guy.*

“Are you marked?” The figure asked, wiping down the knife with the back of the Hunter’s jacket.. Even with the clear moonlight, the hood blocked the face of the person. The feminine voice was not what he was expecting by any means. There was an accent that Ian wasn’t familiar with. 

“I-I.. yes.” He said. He was searching, scanning himself to remember what that meant, and why he knew to say yes. He impulsively sat up, and rolled up his sleeve, showing the blackened fresh ‘x’ on his upper arm. He blinked a few times, staring at it himself. Where was that from? What was happening? Finally the slickness hit his finger tips, causing him to frown. “Oh dear...” He mumbled to himself, looking at the blue as it dripped slowly from his palms. 

The figure continued to search the body of the Hunter, throwing aside weapons and other potentially useful items. He made a mental note that she was looking for something. There was a satisfied hum as the figure turned back to Ian, pocketing what looked like a card into it’s jacket. “Alright. Up with ya then, let’s go.” The rain had slowed to a mist, and the figure pushed back their jacket hood. His suspicion from the voice was correct. The figure was a female. The waves spilled out, yet were tame enough to keep her face clear. Behind the mass of freckles, there was pale skin and muddy eyes. Ian blinked a few times. She looked like a girl. She was a girl. What was she doing out here?

“Did ya hit your head? I said let’s go, unless you wanna be bait for the next round of Hunters?” She took two steps towards him and offered out her hand. He accepted it, and let her help pull him up. At least her finger less glove kept some of the oil off her. 

“I am sorry about that.” Ian said, closing his hands to try to stop the leak. She didn’t seem to mind much, simply brushing the grease off on her pants. “Can’t say it’s the first time.” She said, offering her a smirk before she nodded back to the way Ian had been chased into the yard. “This way, R2-D2. Best to get you out of the rain before you rust.” The chuckle escaped her lips at her own quip as she lead the way.

His defense system was in full works. How does she know how does she know how does she know was taking up half his mind, and the other kept responding you’re leaking you’re leaking you’re leaking. The walk was primarily in silence. He stayed close behind her as they walked back through the small town he first remembered waking up in. It was late, with a lot less people out on the streets than it had been when he first remembered. Her name was Beatrice Jay, but that was all she said about herself. She asked if he ‘remembered’ yet, but he could not recall what that meant. He noticed the sympathetic look she gave him, and the rest of the walk was in silence. 

When they finally stopped, it was at a beat up looking motel. The neon sign was only partially lighting up, and the arrow lights were completely broken. Beatrice took out keys from her pocket and unlocked the door, letting him in first as she looked around outside. Once she felt comfortable, she went in and locked the door behind her. Ian stood in the middle of the kitchen, looking like a lost puppy as he stared at her. 

“Uh... my name is-...” 

“Ian. Intelligent Artificial Neighbor. I know.” She cut in, leaning back against the door lazily with her hands in her pockets. 

Ian’s eyes went wide as he began backing up, looking around for a way out. The Hunter knew him, she knew him, she was a Hunter. He backed right into the foot of the couch and yelped as he fell back, sitting down. He wasn’t expecting the full belly laugh from his captor in return. 

“You shoulda’ seen the look on your face..!” She bellowed, gasping for breath. “We’ve known each other for almost a year now, and you’re telling me your metal brain couldn’t hack around a human mind wipe?” She went to wipe the tears from her eyes, but caught glance of the leftover blue oil, and thought against it. 

His eyebrows furrowed. Who was she? Who was the girl and how did she know him? A year? Mind... wipe? Ian stared back at her, the confusion ever present on his contorted face. 

“I’m sorry. I took that a bit far. Honestly, I didn’t think I’d see ya again.” She said a bit softer, as she grabbed a towel off the kitchen counter. “Here, wrap your hands in this until I get back.” Beatrice tossed it to him, but Ian didn’t move to catch it. 

“Wait, you’re leaving? Where are you going?” He asked. He couldn’t remember her... but she helped him, and he hadn’t a clue what was happening in the world around him. With knowledge of over twelve planets, and he couldn’t even tell you where he was, why, or who he was before this morning. He frowned and picked up the rag off the ground, holding it tightly in his hands. 

“To get ya oil, dummy. I don’t need ya being low when you remember. It won’t be pleasant for anyone.” She stated, searching the kitchen cabinets before she found what she was looking for: a pistol and a wad of cash. 

“But... and what am I supposed to be do?” Ian asked.

“Sit here and wait.” She bluntly answered, looking back at him.

“And... what if someone knocks on the door? What am I supposed to do then?” 

“Don’t answer it.” 

“So if someone knocks on the door, what do you do?”

“Don’t answer it.”

#ian #bj #xmarksthecriminal #prompt #dialogue prompt #I know i rushed the ending #myocs #my book #my wip #drabble

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Submitted Prompt

@thewritingcaddy: “Someone’s seen a ghost.” okie dokie here we go, jumping right back into my feels for my boi with this one. 

“I just feel like I see her everywhere.” - Drabble

The roof top was the only place Griffin could seem to find some alone time. Wherever they ended up, he seemed to always get the short end of the stick with rooming. Of course that only happened when they found Alice, and Silas made it clear that Griffin and Jesse would share a room together, “because you’ll be in a world of hurtin’ if I find other of you in her bedroom alone”. It was crystal clear. 

From motels, apartments, houses, it didn’t matter to Griffin. He’s climb fire escapes, scale up a building through a window, or pick a locked door that led to the roof. He was alone, just himself and his thoughts. This was a loud thought day.

Sharing a bed with Jesse was only a small factor contributing to the lack of sleep Griffin was able to get in the last week. The dreams... or visions... or memories... whatever they were they were getting worse. It was all so vivid, whenever he closed his eyes. He could see her, under the mud, with her last breath leaving her mouth and breaking out through the mud in a little bubble-...

Griffin choked on the air he was breathing, his eyes bug-eyed open as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel the late afternoon breeze like a calm presence. As if she was trying to comfort him for what she’s been putting him through. He looked down at his legs dangling off the roof of the house. He could feel his body begging to rest. To just close his eyes once more... His mind needed rest, but he was pretty sure his heart couldn’t handle watching his younger sister die over and over again. 

“Please... you’re really wearing me down here,” Griffin practically whispered to the breeze, rubbing his tired eyes.

“You must be pretty worn down already, if you didn’t hear me climb up here.” Alice sat down next to Griffin, her legs crossed under her. He rolled his head over to her, glancing at her. She shared some qualities that Cassandra had. They both loved to torment Griffin, and they both loved to worry him to his wits ends... but most of all, they both knew when something was wrong with him.

“Just tired, Al... Sharing a bed with a giant isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” He quipped, before staring back out into the neighborhood they were staying it. He could feel her eyes piercing into the side of his face.  

“Not buying it, big bird. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” 

He felt his shoulders drop. His eyes had felt dry with sleep all day, but now they were filling with tears that would most likely betray him. “I feel like I have. Every time I close my eyes, she just... there. And I can’t do anything about it. I can’t go back and find her. I can’t even reach out to anyone back home saying I know where her body is, not without having every Hunter on Earth at our door in seconds.” He shook his head, looking back down at his feet dangling. He hated feeling this small and childlike. It was all out of his control. She was telling him where she was buried and he couldn’t do anything to help her, even now. 

Alice scooted once closer to him, and simply wrapped her arm through his. It gave her comfort, with him looking down towards the ground three stories below. If he went, she was too. His mind wasn’t at that aspect at all. The sign of comfort was just enough to push him over a different edge. He closed his eyes, the salty burn wining over as the pools flowed down his cheeks. 

Alice had a tingle pain in her chest, watching Griffin break down. She didn’t have her birth family waiting anywhere to reach out to. They were dead. She had Silas, but it wasn’t what Griffin had, or what he was grieving the loss of. It was never in her strong suit, to comfort others. But, she was pretty good at just holding on to his arm if it made him feel better. She stared off into the treeline of the outer border of the town for a while. Griffin’s head has fallen onto her shoulder, which she knew could not possibly be comfortable for his neck at all with the height difference. 

It was pretty clear he was asleep. He hadn’t moved, or said anything in five minutes, and the tears had stopped. She could barely see his face out of the corner of her eye, with his hair in his face. She slowly pushed his hair back off his eyes, and decided to go back to watching the clouds go by. She wasn’t an expert on comforting people, but she was pretty good at battling demons. If he just needed her to be there to help battle his demons, she would watch the clouds go by for hours until he was ready. 

#griffin #xmarksthecriminal #alice #writeblr #writing #drabble #prompt #ocs #my ocs #wow it feels good but weird to be back #griffin's got me in my feels at 12:40am

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It’s been a hot sec... I’m back

I have commitment issues, we’re all aware of this by now. HOWEVER, I want to get better and continue what I love doing: writing these characters. AND I WANT TO FINISH MY BOOK! So, please forgive me, all 9 of my followers who haven’t left. I’ll have more drabbles soon including the last request I never got to. 

Stay healthy and safe, please!  Slàinte Mhath!

-KPFish

#yikes #oops i did it again

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I made two possible covers for my WIP, with a new title I’m trying out. Which cover is more appealing? It’s a YA Sci-Fi novel. 

#nanowrimo2019 #nanowrimo #novel cover #cover idea #ya novel #work in progress #xmarksthecriminal #the marked

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I got my nanowrimo playlist for my novel ready to go! Some go with the plot, some are inspiration for my characters. I’m so excited!

#nanowrimo #playlist #spotify #writing music #music

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Submitted Prompt

@purpleshadows1989​ “More Bea! Dump your characters in a swimming pool.”

“Finally, a place with a pool.” - Drabble

Finding a place that would hold 6 people was easy. Trying to find a place that would hold 6 people comfortably was a different story. The girls refused to share a bed together, Silas swore left and right that none of the boys would share a bed with Alice, and Jesse kicked in his sleep. Technically, Ian didn’t sleep, and Griffin was getting sick of taking the couch. Overall, it gave BJ a headache from all the complaining and bickering. 

When they found the older house in a suburb area, the gang seemed very cautious. The paint was chipping, some windows were broken, and there was a stray cat sleeping on the porch. BJ jumped on the opportunity to get out of the shitty motels, and Silas agreed. It was better than nothing, and nothing was what they had at the moment. Traveling with 3 of the worlds most wanted Marked, and two other Marked was just not easy. 

The bonus? There a pool in the backyard. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it didn’t feel as old and abandoned by the rest of the house. It seemed so out of place, but Jesse jumped on the opportunity almost instantly. Being the over grown child he was at heart, he convinced the rest of them it was the fun, ‘let us be normal teen’ moment they all needed. 

BJ could not agree less. 

Her and water weren’t on the best of terms, since she developed her Gift. Large bodies of water, pools, large bathtubs? No thank you. She was happy going the rest of her life with showers and drinking her water. Storms, more often than not, involve water in some form, and she felt it best to not mix the two. She was a storm. 

Alice, Griffin, and surprisingly Ian had been coaxed to joining Jesse in the pool on the hot summer day. BJ had other ideas of how to spend her time. Resulting from her isolated childhood, and year she had been dumped in Scotland after being Marked, her skin was pale and littered with freckles from the little sun exposure she got as a kid. She stole one of the boys tank tops, and dug an old pair of spandex out, just to lay on a towel in the grass next to the pool and get some sun.

“Aww come on, BJ! Come swim!” Jesse said, leaning over the edge of the plastic pool. Light tan hair hung in his face, until he shook his head like a dog and laughed. “Please?” He pouted, trying his best to win her with his puppy dog eyes.  

“No can do, Jess. Me and water don’t get along.” She held a hand up to block the sun from her eyes as she looked back to speak to him. 

Ian and Griffin where the next two to join Jesse on the edge of the pool, leaning over to look at her. Ian splashed the water left on his hand down at her, causing her to glare back at her friend.

“I will shut you off.” She said, using her typical threat with him. Empty threat, it was. She could never bring herself to shut him down. 

“Why doesn’t you and water work?... Is that my shirt?” Griffin asked, narrowing his eyes at the brunette girl. Alice poked her head up, looking at BJ’s shirt, then Griffin, presumably jumping to conclusions as she often did.

She’s practically green. BJ smirked and shrugged, “More likely than not.” Her eyes moved to Alice, just in time to see the girl make a face of disgust and hit Griffin on the arm. She chuckled and laid back down.

“Sorry boys, me in a pool is along the same idea of throwing a plugged in toaster into a bathtub. You just don’t do it.” She stretched her legs out, trying to get comfortable once more in the warm sun. 

Jesse leaned over more, his whole upper body practically out of the pool. He wished they would all get along, they were all stuck in this bad situation together. He held his scrawny hand out to BJ. “I doubt that, come on B-...” A loud rip in the fabric could be heard, and BJ barely had time to take a deep breath before the pool broke, spilling out all the water over her, and the teens included. 

No. More. Pools

#xmarksthecriminal #bj #ian #jesse #griffin #alice #drabble #prompt request

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More Bea! Dump your characters in a swimming pool. Someone's seen a ghost.

Aaaaahhhh I’ll work on these tonight after I finish up a final paper! I’ve got some good ideas! I’m glad you like BJ, she’s an angry person, angry at the world, but she’s got soft spots for like 2 people and a dog.

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WIP Introduction - X Marks The Criminal

I’d like to welcome everyone here to a first offical look at my work in progress, titled X Marks The Criminal. All the characters and ideas from the drabbles you’ve seen so far (or if you haven’t seen yet, check out my taglist on the ‘x marks the story’ page) are from this book I’ve been working on. It’s still in first drafts, but check before the cover photo to learn more!

For the past one hundred and fifty years, the Federation has had a very strict law in place to cut down on criminal activity across the galaxies. Commit a crime, get marked with a black ‘x’, then sent to the host planet for that decade. Once on the host planet, you have 48 hours to run, hide, and basically get away from your drop point. Why? Because when the 48 hours are up, the Hunters are after you. Who are Hunters, exactly? Anyone who signs up to help rid the worlds of their criminals. Hunter catches you, you’re dead. 

Within the last decade or two, planets were getting desperate. Criminal activity has never been so low, but that isn’t how the law works. Planets must keep serving up criminals in order to get funding back from the Federation. So the laws got a lot more... malleable. 

Jesse’s crime: overpopulating homeless rates.

Griffin’s crime: neglect of a minor for leaving his sister alone for 7 minutes. She is missing to this day.

Alice’s crime: Attempted murder, breaking and entering, assault, theft...we’ll leave it at that.

BJ’s crime: Using her Gift to harm/intimidate others, a new charge of aiding and abetting another Marked.

Ian’s crime: Planet hopping without proper paperwork, landing on a planet where robots are illegal, aiding and abetting another Marked. 

Host planet this decade: Earth. The message presented to the citizens is as follows:

THESE ARE WANTED CRIMINALS

DO NOT AID

DO NOT HOUSE

DO NOT FEED

ANY AID TOWARDS THOSE WHO MARKED WILL LEAD IN MARKING OF ALL KNOWN ALLIES

FUNDING PRESENTED TO PLANET AT THE END OF THE ROUND

SIGNED, THE FEDERATION 

SEEKING TO PROTECT THOSE WHO DEEM WORTHY

There’s my WIP! Enjoy, and I hope this helps others understand my drabbles from here on out :)

#wip #wip introduction #work in progress #my book #introduction #xmarksthecriminal

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Griffin’s Night Off - Drabble

The coast was clear, at least for the foreseeable future. They managed to find an old for-sale house, which Silas had taken care of with a couple wads of cash to the older salesman. Nothing had happened in a week that lead any of them to believe Hunters had followed them, and they were all going stir crazy. 

Jesse had been out of candy for three days, and had the shakes and mood swings of a drug withdrawal. Silas was sick of always being found by Alice whenever he tried to light a cigarette, and her yelling at him and taking it away. Alice was sick and tired of being surrounded by three males who all apparently couldn’t figure out how to put down a toilet seat. And Griffin... Griffin was tired of the complaining by all of them. 

The sun was predicted to be out for the first time in a few days, and Alice had declared that they were in the clear to get the hell out of the house. Silas, bitter that she mad the call before he did, agreed, and they went about their ways for the afternoon. Griffin held back, finally going to enjoy the piece and quiet himself.

He never considered himself one to relax often, besides the occasional nap. They never had the time to, even before they met Alice, they were always hopping from place to place. The Hunters had been on their trail for so long, and rightfully so. It wasn’t heard of for Marked to be alive for more than six months, let alone three years. So Griffin took advantage of it.

The water pressure was amazing, and the water was the hottest they had been able to find in months. He wasn’t sure how long he was in there, as he learned his forehead against the cool back tiles, but his body needed this. He wasn’t a muscular kid before the Mark, but he was pretty impressed with himself how strong he got over the years, thanks to Silas and his crazy ways of training. Now, he was just tired, and still sore.

His favorite pair of sweatpants awaited him, and the couch was screaming his name from the living room. He dried his floppy black mop the best he could, rubbed at the black ever present ‘x’ on his thumb, and walked out of the bathroom. He very easily allowed his body to flop onto the couch, and let the lull of what was becoming a rainy afternoon take him away.

He woke slightly to the sound of the front door opening, something being dragged across the wood floor, and the door closing. There was more dragging, and a flop. He opened his eyes slightly, seeing the backside of Alice as she hung her coat off a chair in the kitchen. He closed his eyes again and tried to fall back asleep. The dragging continued down the hall, towards the bathroom. Girls and their shopping bags. A faint dripping could be heard from the kitchen. Rain of her coat. 

“I fucked up.”

He must have fallen back asleep, because hearing Alice’s voice so close made him gasp for breath and jump slightly, rolling onto his back and then up on his elbows. He blinked the sleep from his eyes, and looked up at the girl. What did she mean? Looking her up and down, nothing seemed too different. Same clothes she left in, no signs of harm... did she do something to her hair?

“I can see that.” He answered, lifting a hand to gesture to the choppy cut job of her blonde bob. 

Alice raised an eyebrow, and shook her head. “No, you jerk, the hair was deliberate.” She crossed her arms, staring down at him. It wasn’t till then, that Griffin fully woke and realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed under her gaze, but tried his best to play it off.

“Oh.” He yawned, sitting up slowly, scratching at his head.

“I was talking about the dead body I’ve got in the bathtub.” Her voice was flat, as if it wasn’t a big deal. Griffin chuckled, before looking back up at her deadpan expression.

“Oh!” He yelled, jumping from his seat and running down the hall. He noticed the small blood droplets rolling off her jacket, finally. So much for being just rain. He ripped open the door, and sure enough, there was a man in the bathtub, dead. Two gun shots, and a burnt hand print as if someone’s fire hand grabbed his face. Griffin let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding and rubbed at his face. Silas was going to kill him. Sure, Alice did it, but Griffin was going to be the one in trouble.

Alice stalked up behind him, standing on her tip toes to place her chin on his shoulder. “He is, er, was a Hunter. He followed me around all afternoon, but he was alone at least.” She held the official Hunter licensing card over his shoulder for him to see, as if that mad any of this any better. 

Griffin took the card and sighed. “Had to burn his face, Al? The shots weren’t enough?” So much for the day off... 

Taglist: @purpleshadows1989

“I fucked up.”

“I can see that.”

“No, the hair is deliberate, I was trying something out.”

“Oh.”

“I was talking about the dead body I have in the bathtub.”

“Oh!”

#xmarksthecriminal #griffin #alice #my ocs #writing #drabble #dialogue prompt #writing prompt #poor griffin #alice my little psycho girl

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Ahh thank you! If you have any prompt or theme you want me to roll with, send them to me! I’m in a writing mood I don’t know what I want to write about...

Your OC’s backstory - Week 2: Education

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BJ’s Education - Before the Mark *also not traditional education, like in a school, but more of a form of lesson she’d receive as a kid*

“I see you sneaking, Beatrice. Come now, come sit.” Her father’s voice echoed from his study. Nine year old Beatrice stopped, dropping from her tip toes down on her feet. She looked up at her mother with pleading eyes. She didn’t want to sit and listen to her father’s ideas today. 

“Go now, do as your told.” Her mother spoke, walking around the kitchen preparing lunch. The red head lady looked back at her daughter, who still stood and stared at her, a pout ever present on her face. “He’s a smart man, Bea-Bea. He wants to share his Gift with you, now go.” Her curly hair bounced as she nodded towards the study. 

Small shoulders dropped in defeat as she listened to her mother. Beatrice turned and walked to the study, stopping in the doorway cautiously. Ever since that first incident in the shopping center when she was four, she always approached her father with caution, because as she got older and it was discovered she had her own Gift, his trials were getting more and more daring. 

“Come sit. Are you not listening to me?” He muttered, pointing at the chair across from him, aimed towards a window. The window showed the park across the street. She padded into the room and sat down on the chair, folding her hands into her lap, and sitting uncomfortable straight in the chair. The only person you can trust is yourself.

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Your OC’s backstory - Week 2: Education

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BJ’s Education - Before the Mark *also not traditional education, like in a school, but more of a form of lesson she’d receive as a kid*

“I see you sneaking, Beatrice. Come now, come sit.” Her father’s voice echoed from his study. Nine year old Beatrice stopped, dropping from her tip toes down on her feet. She looked up at her mother with pleading eyes. She didn’t want to sit and listen to her father’s ideas today. 

“Go now, do as your told.” Her mother spoke, walking around the kitchen preparing lunch. The red head lady looked back at her daughter, who still stood and stared at her, a pout ever present on her face. “He’s a smart man, Bea-Bea. He wants to share his Gift with you, now go.” Her curly hair bounced as she nodded towards the study. 

Small shoulders dropped in defeat as she listened to her mother. Beatrice turned and walked to the study, stopping in the doorway cautiously. Ever since that first incident in the shopping center when she was four, she always approached her father with caution, because as she got older and it was discovered she had her own Gift, his trials were getting more and more daring. 

“Come sit. Are you not listening to me?” He muttered, pointing at the chair across from him, aimed towards a window. The window showed the park across the street. She padded into the room and sat down on the chair, folding her hands into her lap, and sitting uncomfortable straight in the chair. The only person you can trust is yourself.

“Have you thought much about fear?” He began, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He took her silence as an answer and continued. “Of course you haven’t. Anyways, fear is, well, something to be afraid off. It causes people to react in quick, non-thought out ways. It also is a tactic used to keep people in line. Take the Mark as an example. The Mark is a form of fear. People are scared to receive the mark, so therefore they don’t step out of line.” 

Jack pointed at the group of kids playing across the street on the gymnasium. Beatrice examined them, and for a solid moment realized how jealous she was of them. Never had she been allowed to play with those other kids. Her father kept her out of public education, claiming he was smarter than the district combined, and kept her home. She didn’t know any of the kids, she just knew they lived around her, because she saw them often. 

“How would they react if lightning struck near the park?” He asked, watching his daughter pale slightly.

No. She didn’t want to. “T-they’d be scared.” She said softly, looking down at her hands. She liked watching them play. If she couldn’t join them, it was at least nice to watch. 

“Scared. Exactly. And the lightning would have control over the area. Beatrice, you have the lightning. The whole park would be yours. It’d finally be quiet again, quiet enough to do real work.” He grumbled, rubbing his temple as children screamed happily across the road. 

“I don’t want the park.” She stated, squeezing her hands tightly. Her stomach was twisting with emotions. Part of her loved the idea of having the park. Would she finally be allowed to play there if it was empty of others? Part of her hated the idea. The lightning already scared her enough.

“I’m not asking you, Beatrice. I’m telling you. You are to take it, to show to yourself just how powerful you are. These are small, weak children. You have always and will always be better than them, because of your Gift, just as I am and always will be better than their parents. Now, use what I taught you. Scare them, make them fear you!” His voice raised into a sharp command. 

Beatrice flinched and held her hands out towards the window. Her eyes clenched shut as she could feel the static leave her body. The dark cloud formed directly over the park, causing an unnatural silence to fall across the parents and children. The thunder boomed before a powerful zap of lightning crashed down to one of the trees. The tree started smoking, as the raining began crashing down. The screams of fear could be heard as smaller lightning strikes continued around the park, chasing out each and every last one of them. 

Jack was beaming, proud of his daughter for once, watching the families scatter away from the awful excuse of taxpayer money. He had stood and walked towards the window, watching everyone run in fear of the storm his daughter created. By the time it was said and over, and he looked back to comment towards her, she had ran from the room. The slam of a bedroom door up the stairs indicated where she rain to. He turned back towards the window.

Beatrice held her hands over her ears for a long time after, curled back against the headboard on her bed. She wanted to forget the screams of the scared kids and parents. She wanted to forget how powerful the storm was. She wanted to forget just how scary her so called Gift was. She wanted to forget every “lesson” her father taught her. 

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Ian’s Humanity

Ian shut off the TV in the motel room, sitting on the edge of the bed silently. The generic horror movie had done nothing to amuse him, and he was sick of watching these characters run right into danger, even though it was painfully obvious was was to happen. But the last line he heard from the vampire on TV stuck with him. “I’m not human anymore, I lost that part of me a long time ago.”

Ian turned and watched BJ walk around, picking up dirty clothes, sniff, groan, and toss them to the side. She paused though, and picked up the tattered bombers jacket from the pile and hung it up of the bed frame. “You’re staring, Ian.” She called out as she walked into the kitchen area to get a glass of water. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled, looking back at the TV, and looking at his own reflection. He and BJ never really passed as siblings, besides maybe the pale skin. Even then, hers was plastered with freckles and scars, his was porcelain and clean of any impurities. Her eyes held storms in them, and he’s just saw the rest of the world. 

“Everyone talks about losing their humanity. How do you go about getting it in the first place?” 

His question made her stop, and slowly shrug. “Ian neither of us are human. What are you getting at?” She looked back at him, her brown hair up in a bun as her bare feed padded across the tiled floor to the fridge. 

“I understand tha-” 

“The only thing that makes us “human” is our looks. We pass as human, we aren’t human.” She argued, opening the fridge, and pulling out a container of blue liquid. He watched her transfer a small amount of the liquid into a baby medicine syringe, before walking to join him on the bed. She plopped down, causing the bed to bounce, and held out her hand.

“Arm please.” 

“Beatrice...” He placed his arm in her hand as she glared at him for using her full name, “BJ. You aren’t listening. I know we aren’t human, but you’re at least... alive. You have a beating heart, a soul, and you bleed.” He rolled up his sleeve and pushed down on a small area of his forearm, causing the rectangle of skin like rubber to open up, reviling the liquid input area. 

Bea nodded slightly, showing she heard what he was saying. “Fair, but between the two of us, I’d argue that you’re more human, Ian.” She placed the tube into the opening and started forcing the liquid in. Already the small cuts and scratches that were noticeable from their last escape of Hunter’s were healing. “You care about others. You’re willing to put yourself in danger to help innocent people. You may not bleed or have all the same moving inside parts, but who cares? The fact that you have hope, and hold on to the good in people, is more human than anything else I’ve ever seen.” She removed the vile and the patch closed up. 

Ian stayed silent, staring at the only person who ever showed kindness to him during his first years of free consciousness. Did she not know she was all those things, as well? He blinked a few times, and shifted in his spot. He already felt better, all systems fully functioning once more. 

“Be easy on yourself. Look, you could have been all I, Robot, worse. You’re a good one, Ian. You’re more good human than all of us Marked.” 

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Prompt #6608

“Everyone talks about losing their humanity. So how do you go about getting it in the first place?”

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BJ’s Aesthetic

Requested! Shinedown + Rebellion

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