#somehow both of the unreleased ones are related to vide noir somehow (either in title or in subject)

[canaryomenharbinger]

29 for the ao3 wrapped my beloved

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

I'm gonna be honest, this answer kinda got away from me :P I started making a list of my favourite lines from each fic, to help me choose,,, and now I can't choose. So instead I'm gonna choose one line/passage from every single fic I wrote this year :D I've split it into sections based on where I've posted the fic, to make it easier to read. If I had to choose one favourite, though... probably the first one in the list? I did my first fic rewrite this year and I think it went really well, so :P

Posted on AO3 (Suntooth)

He gazes up at the bedrock ceiling above him as he falls ever-faster through the Void, shimmering black stardust clinging to his arms as he reaches up and tries to touch the stars. (Ashes to ashes, dust to dust [REWRITTEN])

But denial is the strongest drug, and they act as if everything is okay. (iscariot, you fool)

A mass of vile soot, black, and eyes of Void / A mean, obscene creation; curséd soul / Its half-lid blinks keep time with hearts, so run! / Abscond, escape, evade, avoid its gaze. (putting pen to paper)

Even when the moon burned magenta in the sky and the wings on Grian's back changed from parrot to purple, he figured it was fine. (Meet Me In The Woods)

"We could prank him :3" Pearl said, a hint of mischief in her voice. (Grian was tired enough to not question how she'd said :3 out loud. It was par for the course with Pearl.) (Family)

"Iskall, you could not have done anything about a moon. You can't change what happened, no matter how much you want to, and all you can do now is live. For them. Okay?" (Verklempt)

Posted on AO3 (lopsidedhead)

It was buried underneath the residual panic and the numbness of his hands that had been clutching the bucket of lava, but it was like... it was like a deep instinctual pull, like a thread being pulled on, towards something, something he instinctively knew was a person, and the desire to maim. (There's Something In The Water)

His hands itched with the pins-and-needles heat of the curse, head full of burning cotton wool, and killing would be the remedy. (Until It Doesn't Hurt)

Ides cracked his eyes open, a dark film over his vision as he squinted at the ever-bright stars that glittered and swirled around his body. Tendrils of the deepest black were fixed around his legs as he floated in Void, although he felt nothing. (the light at the end of the tunnel (is sometimes the train))

The world is crumbling a hundred blocks or so away, trees disappearing into the aether as the world prepares to implode into itself, making way for the next iteration. In any other context, it would’ve been beautiful. (In Memoriam)

Not on AO3

You will never take me again. And if I have anything to do with it, you will not take my friends again either. You will not hurt innocent players any longer. Fuck you. (Dear Wormwood)

"Bad dream?" Ides whispered, and Lops only nodded in return, almost purring as Ides reached up and gently ran a hand through his hair. "It's okay. I'm here." (This Love)

He’s a completely normal human who just happens to need charging every night! And, of course, has Watcher powers, like every normal human. (Cysur Cyffur)

Maybe in some deep part of their minds, they truly hoped that they would win, together. Like intact glass in a tornado, unbroken despite the horrifying odds. (Bitter Water)

Unreleased (for right now) :3

The ice-cold Void scorched Ides’ lungs, and yet he still breathed in, pulling it into himself, wrapping his entire being in darkness. (Vide Noir)

Act cool, Johnnie.

“Hands off, bub!”

Great start. Not. Now he’s gonna hate you!

(Untitled WIP fic)

This got way too long LMAO

#somehow both of the unreleased ones are related to vide noir somehow (either in title or in subject) #oc #my writing