#mangowrites

[thesentientmango]

If the traffic life games were all about survival, Jimmy would be the grand loser. There was no argument about that.

But as anyone who made it to the end, outlived them all, would say, that didn't feel like winning.

To be the one who had to live.

Grian killed himself.

Scott lived, and then died, out of spite.

Pearl, in life or death, was alone.

Martyn rotted with answers he didn't want.

And that's because the games are not about survival. They're about living.

They're life games.

Some call them death games, but in the end.

It was about living, despite what might come for you.

And Jimmy, Jimmy is good at that.

He made a life with Scott. He died, yes, but he died living. He died happy.

He almost lived in season two. But he burned his bridges and died with betrayal. He was alone, but not lost.

He rebuilt with Tango, his server mates may have made fun of him, but he had one person. And that was all that mattered.

He lived on the edge with Grian and Joel. They pushed him, and he pushed back. They were a community.

He was not the only one who tried to live, but he has a lightness that comes with never taking anyone's final life. He never stopped others from living, that guilt never rested on his shoulders.

Sometimes a curse isn't just a curse.

#this came to me at 4 am #traffic smp #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #last life smp #third life smp #double life smp #limited life smp #mangowrites #trafficblr

[that-weirdmango2]

𖦹 RANDOM GIDEON GRAVES HEADCANONS 𖦹

- he’s a fan of Star Trek (actually canon bc of his concept art);

- if we go personality-wise I think he’s an Aries, but if we want to be niche he’s a Libra because it’s the 7th zodiac;

- he’s not a good texter, but when he tries he sounds so ominous that it’s automatically hilarious;

- his favorite ice cream flavor his chocolate;

- he likes the 60s and 70s fashion;

- idk why but i feel like his only fear might be the dentist

- he started to chew gum to stop smoking;

- his favorite bubblegum flavor is cherry;

- he’s gay

thank you sm for reading

#scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim comic #scott pilgram takes off #scott pilgrim game #gideon graves #jason schwartzman #mangowrites

[mangosmindanthology]

Art - MangoArt/ ✨

Writing - MangoWriting/ ✍️

Rambles - MangoShush

Blog Rules | Twitter | Spam Blog

#BlogRules #Im making this for mobile

[mangowriter]

Hi Everyone! I’m a new writeblr blog trying to get started on this writing journey that I’ve wanted to happen since I was in high school. I’m 22, I’ve mostly been a fanfiction writer than anything else, and I’m just ready to write something that is my own. 

You can call me Mango if you ever want to chat! I’m willing to talk about projects, ocs, tropes, and books/writing in general. 

So, the story behind this blog is that I have been following writing blogs on my other blogs that don’t have any writing content at all or are strictly fandom based, and produce fanfiction and that sort of stuff. So, I’ve been following and seeing content from @cogwrites , @rhiannon-writes , @writerofwriting and @hell-yeah-fantasy and I just sort of knew that I needed to get into this community and learn some new things. So thank you to these blogs/content creators for inspiring me to actually get something done!

On another note, fantasy is my genre. Whether its high fantasy, urban fantasy, paranormal romance, and anything remotely related. I’m aiming for more of an adult audience, but I also intend to write some YA in the future.

I’m currently working on two projects, my oldest project, and my newest one. Both of them in the fantasy genre. I have 5 projects in total that I hope one day will be completed. Feel free to ask me about them, as I’m still working on the WIP pages for each one. Here’s the skeleton for the two I’m currently working on (remember they’re still under construction). [Link to The 9th Prince WIP] [Link to The Comfort Child WIP]. 

Anyway, happy writing everyone!

#writeblr #writing #new writeblr #writeblr introduction #writeblr connections #mango is writing #mangowriter

[phoenix-manga]

Hello, I was curious about your work and I was wondering if you had any links too your Wattpad and AO3? I've been having difficulty finding it, or am I typing it wrong?

My unsername on Wattpad is MangoWrites @PhoenixManga1

The AO3 username is PHNXManga

But i haven't posted any stories yet unfortunately

#ask

[lucillechen]

h o m e

show: Supergirl pairing: supercorp series: Home summary: short drabbles surrounding Kara and Lena’s relationship. Basically a meet-cute.

#1 First Meetings

Kara typed furiously, trying to write down the words as fast as she came up with them. The article was due to Ms. Grant within the hour and she still had to go pick up lunch. She would be anxious, except she was so in the zone. Kara knew that this was probably her only chance to prove to Ms. Grant that she could write a hard-hitting article– and it was about the rising crime rates in National City no less. She had quotes, sources, and statistics, the only thing she needed now was to clean up her prose and she was home free. 

She managed to complete the article in time to run (quickly) over to Noonan’s. Kara was basically doing a victory lap as she sprinted out of the restaurant, with lunch, on her way back to Catco. In fact, she was going so fast that she didn’t see the woman entering through the same door she was attempting to leave through. 

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry,” Kara knelt down to help the lady who she’d just smacked into. Luckily, neither party was bruised too badly. Embarrassment never drew blood. Well, it drew the blood up to her face, making her blush brighter than a tomato– but other than that. The woman was gracious about it, she smiled consolingly at Kara who kept trying to apologize. She was tall, with dark hair and light eyes. She had high cheek bones, which only became more prominent when she smiled– and it was a really nice smile. 

Kara shook her head, trying to gather herself. She tried to apologize again before realizing that the woman probably wanted to actually enter Noonan’s. She side-stepped jerkily, allowing the lady by. 

“…Goodbye!” She all but shouted and cringed inwardly as she made her escape through the now empty restaurant doorway. Goodbye? Kara ran into the  most beautiful woman in the world and all she managed were a few stilted apologies and a goodbye? 

–

The second time that Kara ran into the beautiful stranger she was lucky enough to have seen her first. This time the other woman was the one rushing, almost bowling Kara over in her haste to exit Noonan’s.

Kara noticed the tears first. God, it sucks to cry in public. Some things just can’t be helped. 

“Uh, Miss? I’m sorry to bother you, but I think I ran into you the other day?” Kara began a little unsteadily, but gained confidence when the other woman met her eyes. They were red-rimmed and watery. She felt a pang in her chest seeing this woman distressed. Kara was able to coax her to the bathroom, they entered after Kara made sure it was empty. 

“I’m Kara. Danvers. Is there anything that I can-” The other woman cleared her throat, inadvertently silencing the beginning of Kara’s ramble.

“Lena. I’m Lena. I’m sorry, I don’t usually get like…this,” Lena sighed, glancing away, seemingly wanting to be anywhere else. Kara just nodded in understanding, unsure of how to continue. Lena, however, walked purposefully towards the sink. She nabbed a paper towel from the dispenser and dabbed lightly at her eyes. 

“I must look like a crazy person. That’s what family does, I suppose. Makes you crazy…” She trailed off bitterly as she dug into her clutch. Kara watched as the other woman reapplied her lipstick and seemed to slip herself into a different demeanor the same way one would slip into a different dress. “Thank you, by the way.” Lena met Kara's eyes in the mirror, something sincere in her reflection that was at odds with her sudden change of posture.

“Of course. It’s what I would have wanted done for me. And you so totally do not look like a crazy person. You look beautiful,” Kara blushed. How many times can you blush in front of another woman before it’s apparent that you’re gay? Kara felt that she'd exceeded that limit two minutes ago.

But Lena didn’t make any comment, she just turned and smiled at Kara. And maybe it was hopeful thinking, but Kara could’ve sworn that Lena seemed a little pink too. 

–

Third time’s the charm. As fate would have it, Kara ran into Lena a third time– albeit in an odd place.

Kara was sent to L Corp, courtesy of Miss Grant, to interview the CEO. The were lots of nasty rumors flying around about how Miss Luthor came to be the chief exec of one of the most powerful corporations in National City. Rumors about how she usurped the brother, former CEO of L Corp, by having him institutionalized on the basis of sealed records. On top of that, she was a powerful woman, meaning she was already going to be ridiculed for every move she made. Kara didn’t know whether to run away from her or congratulate her.

When Kara was called in to meet with Miss Luthor she almost jumped out of her skin. And in heels it was quite a feat that she didn't fall flat on her face.

Lena had yet to turn around from where she was seemingly preoccupied with her coffee maker. She grumbled a bit, tapping a little on the top of the machine as though that would prompt it to work.

Kara cleared her throat, bracing for what could happen next.

“Oh God, you must think I’m an absolute imbecile. Defeated by a coffee maker…”Lena’s airy laughter trails off as she turned to face Kara. Immediately, something like mortification overtakes Lena’s face. She schools her features quickly, however, and smiles.  “Kara, how on earth did you find me?” She didn’t sound upset, and Kara could hardly judge the imperceptible waver in her voice as anything but surprise.

“Miss Luthor, I’m here with CatCo Worldwide Media to conduct the interview. If you’d like, I could have someone else take my place,” Kara knew the second that those words were out of her mouth that they were untrue. Miss Grant would never let her walk away from this because of some school-girl crush. She felt a flush rise to her cheeks as Lena bit her lip as if she didn’t know quite how to respond. 

“No, no you’re perfect,” Lena smiled, “however, I’m only here in a professional capacity until seven. After that, who knows?” 

Kara glanced at the clock, her heart skipping a beat. It’s 6:00 o’clock on the dot. Enough time to conduct the interview, and after that? Well, who knows?

#supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #drabble #series: home #tv show: supergirl #fanfic #fanfiction #dctv #mangowriter

[shellyscribbles]

Last Line Tag

Rules: Post the last line you wrote, and then tag as many people as there are words in that line. 

Thank you for the tag @dustylovelyrun

I usually cheat on these, but I’ll follow the rules today.

             With tears blurring her vision, she obeyed, running frantically across the yard, trying not to think of what Akil was doing inside.

Tagging: @permissiontobreathe @writerofthecosmos @writeouswriter @linariouswrites @lrose-writes @eastwrites @themillionthdraft @rnoonlightink @winonapeaks @sundaynightnovels @pcrphyrias @charles-joseph-writes @itsjustanotherwriter @marsssarttt @wildler @ellepacca @rhikasa @to-be-a-rose @dreadwvlfscript @raywritesblog @mangowriter @dowings

No pressure. :)

#tag game #last line tag #I like this game #even if I usually cheat and don't tag this many people because its a lot of people and Iam sorry for bothering you

[coffeescribles]

Thank you so much @fluorescent--fantasy and @rhiannonleewriting for tagging me! Really warms my heart <3  answer 20 questions and tag 20 people you’d like to get to know better!

Name: Helena

Nickname: It used to be Ela or Jessica lol, but now I don’t really have one... some people call me vulpes vulpes because of my hair colour haha

Zodiac sign: Aquarious

Height: 5′6″

Languages: Croatian, English, little bit of Latin and German

Nationality: Croatian

Favorite season: Autumn

Favorite flower: Baby’s breath

Favorite scent: Chocolate hehe

Favorite color: Purple and yellow

Favorite animal: This was is so hard, but I’m gonna say owls and foxes!

Favorite fictional characters: I’m gonna spill some love for ygo and say Yuki Judai

Coffee, tea, or chocolate: Coffee

Average sleep hours: Depends on my schedule and how early I have to be up (because I’m a night bird), but usually 6-8 hours

Dog or cat person: Dog person

Number of blankets you sleep with: 2

Dream trip: Amsterdam!

Blog established: 2017-2018, not really sure

Followers: 258

Random fact: I don’t believe everyone is meant to find a significant other. Some people are already whole on their own and it would be nice if that was accepted fully in society :)

Tagging: @milkyway-writes @crimsonkismet @vandorens @homesteadchronicles @heywriters @nsanelyawkward @thatwritergirlsblog @learnign @heruv @patiwritesstuff @writing-with-melon @pens-swords-stuff @reininginthefirewriting @mangowriter @therealbereth @ditzysworld @mischiefiswritten @dowings @writingonesdreams Happy writing everyone <3 

[thesentientmango]

Made for @thereisabearonmyceiling for the @mcytblrholidayexchange!!

I made a fic too! (it's over on AO3)

Fic Tags and Image ID Below the cut

Chapters: 2/2

Fandom: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: EthosLab & ZombieCleo (Video Blogging RPF)

Characters: ZombieCleo (Video Blogging RPF), EthosLab (Video Blogging RPF)

Additional Tags: Digital Art, Digital Painting, Mild Gore, Canon Compliant, Sort Of, Missing Scene, Zombie ZombieCleo (Video Blogging RPF), Zombie Apocalypse, Secret Life SMP: Session 7, Background characters - Freeform

Summary:

Based on ZombieCleo's Secret Life episode 7 -> especially the snippet at 40:56

Image desciption: A digitally painted scene from ZombieCleo's secret life series. ZombieCleo in the foreground, she is wearing late 80's colorful work out attire, she has green skin and orange curly hair in a bun. She looks upset and is pulling back a bow and aiming towards Ethoslab, a man wearing dark pants, with a green vest, and white hair. He is towards the background and is running towards ZombieCleo with his arm outstretched. he had a bloody cut on his chest and blood coming out of his eyes. The scene takes place at sunset ZombieCleo is standing on a cliff in front of a stone-brick tower, Ethoslab is near a evergreen tree with distant mountains behind him. There are words in the sunset that reads "Etho, I will kill you too." and in the shadow if the tower it says "I won't" [END ID]

#zombiecleo #zombie cleo #ethoslab #etho fanart #secret life #secret life fanart #secret life smp #trafficblr #the life series #life series #secret life session 7 #zombiecleo fanart #mangomakesart #mangowrites #cletho #platonic cletho

[candlelitwriting]

11/11/11 Tag Game

Thank you @bookenders fro tagging me!

Rules: Answer the 11 questions of the person who tagged you, make up 11 questions, then tag 11 people to answer them.

How aware are you of sentence length/structure/variation while you’re writing? Or is it something you mainly focus on in editing? I focus on the sentence structure while editing. Sometimes when I’m writing I realise something is off and I change it, but it happens rarely. 

What’s your favourite technical thing you do in your writing? I like deleting words! Not whole paragraphs, that kills me, but searching for weasel words can be fun sometimes.

Who’s your favourite poet? And/or what’s your favourite poem? I don’t read poetry :( I want to, though.

What’s your favourite thing about your least favourite story? Interesting question! I remember reading Soundless by Richelle Mead and hating it. The story was so bad, the characters were one dimensional, and the twist at the end just left you like... what??? But the setting and the backstory were so interesting! I wish it had been executed better.

When you read books, what happens more often: You reading as a writer or as a reader? Or, do you find yourself doing close reads of books more often than not? When I like the book I read it as a reader, if I don’t like it I’m nitpicky and complain about everything the writer does wrong. Like... comparing butterflies to drones? In a fantasy setting where drones most likely don’t even exist? ew?

Do you focus on the acoustics of your writing as you write? Nope! I just write! I’ll focus on all the other stuff later, I’m just being creative and letting the story flow!

What would turn your OC into a conspiracy theorist? Anything. I think Ember would jump on many conspiracy theories, but not all. for example, they wouldn’t believe the flat earth theory or the faked moon landing, but the Illuminati definitely exist.

Does your voice change with each story you write, or does it mostly stay the same? I think it changes. I write mostly in first person or very close third, so the main character always has an impact on the voice.

What’s the most unusual thing you’ve ever eaten? Cool question! I haven’t eaten many weird things, cause I’m very picky with meat and seafood and stuff. I think the craziest would be duchess potatoes with black beans... there was nothing else, okay?

Finish the sentence: The sun rose again, and again, and again. It didn’t stop, like the earth was set to high speed, but I didn’t feel it going any faster. 

What’s your favourite kind of sauce? Anything with garlic!

I tag: @dove-actually @thel3tterm @onefunkywriter @dahladahlabills @anipwrites @writing-scars @astoryinmypocket @endlesshourglass @snowdropwrites @talesofsorrowandofruin @mangowriter

My questions: 

What’s your main WIP about?

Who’s your favourite of your characters?

If you could choose to be one of your characters, who would it be and why?

How do you come up with ideas?

How do you come up with titles?

Do you make mood boards for your projects? Can you show us your favourite?

How much do you read?

Do you write in the same genres you read?

What’s one word you always pronounced wrong in your head and were shocked when you heard it for the first time?

Do you have any more book/writing social media we can follow?

What’s one thing you want to tell everyone about your WIPs?

#writing #writeblr #writblr #creative writing #writing tag #author #authorblr

[hazeywrites]

RUSSIAN CLASSICS AESTHETICS.

RULES: bold whatever applies to your character.    

BROTHERS KARAMAZOV :       orthodox monasteries  , deep woods  , starry nights ,  the sound of paper being torn  , dimly lit rooms ,   withered roses  ,  an unfinished letter  , piles of books , the sound of shattering glass , ticking of clocks in a silent house ,  heavy wooden furniture  , the air before a storm , the smell of earth  ,  a crowd of people dressed in black  , distant murmurs  ,  emptied streets  , the fear of walking alone in dusk.

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT  :    coldness of the skin against a blade  , slender pale fingers  &  slightly shaking hands ,  a red stain blooming on white fabric ,  lonely steps in a corridor ,  the slow dripping of water  , looking out of the window into the thickening darkness ,  a single dying candle on the table  , listening to one’s breath  &  counting heartbeats ,  too many stairs  , the desire to be invisible  , a subtle memory of kind words.

THE IDIOT  :       classical statues  ,  wealth covered with dust  , a dark house tainted with inherited madness , an unsettling feeling ,  long walks in a park , useless chatter  ,  a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench  , a melancholic face  ,  an unexpected spring rain  ,the joy of reading one’s favorite book  ,  the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around , looking at cloudless sky.

ANNA KARENINA :       fields of crops  , flowers brought from an early morning walk  , the wind caressing a girl’s hair ,  a bowl of fruit  ,  the smell of ripe pears  ,  the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea  , children’s laughter coming from the garden , soft sunlight  &  white curtains  , the sensation of velvet against skin  ,  pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor ,  a sudden silence in a room full of people.

WAR AND PEACE  :       a glass of wine  , the brightness of  a crystal chandelier , white lace , a raging snow storm ,  the sound of a door being gently closed  ,  the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ball room  ,  indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light  , closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing  , the sweet smell of strawberries  ,  a pair of gloves left on an armchair  ,  light scent of powder.

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA  :     the chaos of a lively city ,  ambient jazz in an expensive restaurants  , jumping on a moving tram  ,   the sight of moscow from the roof of a house  ,  yellow flowers in a vase  , leaning out of the window ,  shelves stacked with books  ,   a small tin box with old photographs , strange shapes in the night sky , laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony  ,  colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind.

EUGENE ONEGIN :       a lonely mansion  , reading a book in the parlour  , faint piano melody lingering in falling silence , long evenings ,  passing seasons ,  discussing french novels of the moment  ,  unspoken thoughts ,  leaning against the door frame  ,  quickly averted glance  , eating a peach absent-minded , bright mornings  ,  footprints in snow , a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby.

FATHERS AND SONS  :     birch groves  , morning mist ,  moss-covered stones near a moor , scientific books ,  white roses ,  cheap champagne ,  shabby pocket - watch  , light - hearted irony  ,  a maladroit cello sonata  , freshly mowed grass  , letting thoughts come  &  go , a  slow yawn ,  picturesque plates   &   bowls filled with traditional dishes  ,  drinking tea on the porch.

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO  :     a strange feeling of loss  ,  writing poems in a diary ,   traveling by train , the hesitation before touching someone’s hand  , the gaze of one lost in thought , the warmth of cinnamon ,  a scarf brightly embellished with flowers  , a glass of water , a threadbare jacket  ,  the tempting void , the evanescent serenity of yesterday.

CHERRY ORCHARD  :       a lone chair in an empty room  , falling blossoms  ,  old samovar  ,  the unsettling need for change  , a mirror reflecting full moon  ,  the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance  ,  a piano out of tune.

tagged by: STOLEN from another blog tagging: @cometworks, @crimescenedwrites, @girlnovels, @mangowriter, @noloumna, @katabasiss, @omgbrekkerkaz, @stegladent, @delphwrites, @maskedlady, @hepiit, @carumens, @pythiea, @montevena, @pilipalea, @xiuguri, @sancta-silje, @angelwriteblr, @gettingitwrite, @nerocael, @gildedink, @nathanielbooks, @melwrotethat, @erinoddly, @graphwrites, @androcalia, @apollchiles, @cararune, @kavqnsky, @nmcwriting, @skeletongrrl, @syposium, @paranoidwriter, @ikilledmyocs, @fannistwrites, @wri-tten, @atelierwriting, @alucrds, @teacupwriter, @reeseweston, @authorkimberlygrey

#the angel peter #novel tag #stefan tag #andreas tag #tagging a lot of people bc #I want to catch up with what I've missed #even a little lol #please message me if you don't want to be tagged! <33 #I always find these ones low energy but super fun

[mangowriter]

Nanoplanmo Day 6:

So... It’s day 6 and I’ve decided that I’m taking this entirely into my own hands and not following any guide I find on the internet. I’ve done some plotting, and have some posts I want to make here. An intro post, maybe even a few character and plot posts. I’m super excited and everyone I know personally, knows that this book is getting written. Hopefully, that’s enough motivation to keep me going in November, but also... I should probably get the planning done too. I’ll be back with another update soon.

#mango is writing #txt post #mangowriter

[phoenix-manga]

What is ur wattpad and archive usernames?

Wattpad - MangoWrites @PhoenixManga1

Ao3 - PHNXManga

Though I haven't posted any stories yet

#ask

[shellyscribbles]

Last line(s) tag

Thanks for the tag @writeanapocalae for the tag :)

             Halvar thought a moment. He had grown up in Halcyon and knew a great deal of Agur’s story, but he had been raised nearly as a son by him. For all intents and purposes, he figured Agur was basically Zuriel’s dad as well. “It’s not frowned upon. I don’t think he’s sensitive. He doesn’t remember that far back very easily though. The longer you live, the more you learn, it starts to not fit. After a while he had to start letting go of his early memories.”

Lets see what you guys are working on :) [no pressure of course]

@quilloftheclouds @permissiontobreathe @michaelbogild @mangowriter @songsofaleria

#I will always play this tag game #I love little excerpts

[wrieter]

fun writing exercise: your wip is being turned into a musical. What are the title of the songs? Or maybe name a few real songs that could be used in it?

Tagging some people whose writeblrs I love:

@virginiawritesforlovers @alessia-writes @akingsleywriter @mangowriter @lookslikechill

[carumens]

find the word tag

thanks a lot @lilmissravingwriter for tagging me, i love this thingys!!

Rules: Search for the words suggested to you in your WIP (either the first time they are used or the most interesting time if it appears more than once. )

Run --  Claro Barsel worked from sunrise to sunset, only stopping to run back home at lunch time to cook something to eat ―even if Valba had told him a thousand times she could cook herself― because there will come a time when I’m not here, Valba, and you will definitely miss my cooking.

Wave -- “Teach me the lyrics,” he said, when the last wave of Valba’s lingering voice diffused in the air.Mark barked a laugh. 

Claro Barsel stood up and started clearing the table with a knowing smile pulling at the seams of his mouth. Valba looked at him, straight on, lowering her eyes almost shyly —almost because it was Valba Barsel and shyness was definitely something that could not be associated to her— and taught him the words.

Goodbye -- “I’ll be waiting outside,” said Valba. “I’m not in the mood for a sulky Mayham today.”

Valba jerked her chin in an abstract goodbye and disappeared in the whirlwind of backpacks and playful shoves.

“So?” Said Mark, leaning against the wall. He stood two heads above her and still made her feel like their eyes were leveled, and Senka wondered how he did it, where had he learnt to make people feel like they were equal to him and below him at the same time.

Kiss -- Before leaving, Claro Barsel approached the bed and kneeled on it to place a soft kiss to Valba’s forehead. “Happy birthday, Valba,” he whispered, and Gerah had to look away, because even if it wasn’t an effusive token of affection, he felt like he was irrupting an extremely intimate moment.

Melody -- It was an artificial oasis, all of Tom’s stupidest obsessions crammed inside four tool-covered walls. The midday light slid in through the big show windows, uncovering the usually invisible sawdust floating in the air, woodchips cracking under shoes and the constant melody of saws and hammers molding timber into chairs and desks and wardrobes and wall decorations. 

Footsteps -- Tom sent him one last sheepish smile and went back to the front part of the shop. Mark was leaning on the counter, leafing through the worn notebook where Roger kept all his bills and commissions. There was a wet muddy trail of footsteps behind him, and his hair was clinging to his forehead.

Fight -- “No,” she had muttered. But Mark had leaned back again with a triumphant set to his jaw, and Valba had had to fight very hard against herself not to punch him. She had pressed an intent finger against his ribs instead, where he had had two of them fractured —most probably deservedly­— some days before by the son of Romello’s police chief.

Stop -- Valba kicked an innocent pebble and watched it stumble forward, bouncing lightly a few times over the gravel road before coming to a stop. She kicked it again, and again, and again, until she reached the metal ornate gates to Mayham Manor. The pebble stepped into the property before Valba did. 

Gift -- Mark was good with words—his own and others’. He knew how to twist syllables and truths, a couple of empty compliments and a slow drawl, and old ladies would be smiling and paying for his groceries; an open smile, a trivial fact about the previous day’s football match and Mr. Bahnmann would let him ride on the bus for free; a low snarl, a hard lowdown and some angry random boy would be smashing him into the nearest wall. Mark had passed every history exam in school without opening a single text book; he wrote English and literature papers to those other kids in school who lacked imagination and a gift for gab, ten cents a word. 

tagging: @katabasiss @omgbrekkerkaz @maskedlady @mangowriter and @ikilledmyocs and the words are sunlight, fear, cry, dust, anger and solitude

#only if u wanna do it ofc!!!!!! #tag games #wip: sunflowers at night