#wip: phantom strings

[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 6

It's Wednesday! (I'm ignoring the clock that says it's 2 AM. It's totally still Wednesday. I haven't gone to bed yet which means it can't be Thursday.)

So, since it's obviously still Wednesday, it's time for another WIP Wednesday. We're getting into the real meat of the plot of this arc with this update! And now you'll maybe start to see where I'm gonna take this.

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

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Word Count: 1.2k

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And that was when a large, swirling-green gash opened up in the night sky and dozens of ghosts started pouring through.

“Oh man!” exclaimed Sam as they watched the ghosts wreak havoc on the street. “I’ve never seen this many ghosts attack at once!”

Danny held out his thermos as he stared. “I’m gonna need a bigger thermos.”

The ghosts all appeared to be wearing uniforms and held batons as they attacked civilians and police indiscriminately.

“Uh, Danny?” asked Tim. “Should we call in back up?”

“No!” One of the ghosts got close to their group and Danny quickly sucked it into the thermos, dropping Jazz’s milkshake in the process. “Dammit. Absolutely not. It’s bad enough with three metas here. No more.”

Across the street, they saw a couple running from three of the invaders. One of the ghosts turned invisible and entered the body of the man who went stiff before sprinting to catch up to his partner and grabbing her to hold her still.

Then one of the other ghosts turned a garbage can over the both of them. The one overshadowing the man left his body, leaving the humans crying and covered in garbage as the ghosts laughed.

“I see,” said Tim. “How do we protect Bart, Cassie, and Conner?”

“You’re metas?” asked Sam.

Cassie nodded. “Yeah, nothing special, but… I don’t want to see what a ghost could do with my powers.”

“Let’s get back to my place. My parents might be crazy, but the ghost shield works. And then we can make a plan.”

Tim nodded. “I’ll lead. Kon, Bart, Cassie, you three need to stay in the middle. Sam, Tucker, you watch our sides and Danny, take up the rear. Capture any ghosts that try to approach us.”

Amity, even during a ghost invasion, was much easier to navigate than Gotham and Tim was able to lead them back to Danny’s house without getting lost. Every scream made him want to stop and help, though. He hated being useless.

Behind him, he could hear muttered curses from his teammates and knew they felt the same. But they needed weapons. Ones that could actually hit a ghost. And they needed to make sure they could fight off any overshadowing.

A TV was thrown out of a house through a window next to them sending shards of glass raining on the ground. Sam let out a string of curses.

“Sam!” called Danny. “Are you okay?”

“I think so. Just a slice to my arm.”

“We’re almost there,” said Tim. “We’ll check it out.”

He was flat out running now, could hear the others just behind them. They turned a corner and he could see the glowing FentonWorks sign. He grit his teeth and continued to run away from the mayhem, fighting every instinct he had. He wouldn’t be able to help if he stayed. He repeated it as a mantra with every step.

And finally they were there, he grabbed the door handle and pulled it open, ushering his friends in first.

Once inside, Danny flipped a few switches and metal slammed down over the windows, though no guns or lasers came out of the walls.

“Okay. No ghosts can get in now.”

“Danny!” Jazz came running down the stairs. “You’re all okay! Mom and Dad rushed out as soon as the attack started. What’s going on?”

“Jazz! Sorry, I dropped your milkshake on the way here. And not much, just, you know, a ghost invasion.” Danny’s laugh was bordering on hysterical.

“But you’re all safe?”

“Sam?” asked Danny. “How’s your arm?”

“I think it’s all right.” Sam grimaced as she held some tissues to the injury.

Jazz joined and led her to the kitchen. “Come on, let me clean that up for you. What happened?”

“A ghost threw a TV through a window. A piece of glass got me as we ran by.”

Tucker turned on the Fenton’s TV and switched to the news channel.

“I’m Shelly Makamoto and this is Ghost Watch,” an Asian woman said in a cheerful voice. “Ghosts, can you believe it, real ghosts are invading Amity Park right now. Emergency vehicles are struggling to get through the invasion, so if you are injured and in an area of high ghost concentration, help may be delayed. It is recommended you remain put and wait until first responders are able to get to your area. Currently, the ghosts are most focused on the downtown area, so the hospital is spared at this time. We can only hope this doesn’t change. Now, our weatherman Lance Thunder is out right now, so lets switch to him to get an on-the-scene report.”

They all watched in silence as a male reporter cowered behind an overturned car as he gave his report.

Sam and Jazz returned just a moment later. Sam had a large bandaid over her arm but shook her head when Danny shot her a questioning look.

“It’s fine. Clean cut.”

Tim relaxed as well. “Glad to hear it,” he said.

Jazz nodded. “Nothing to be concerned about at all. Thanks for getting the ghost shield up, Danny. I always forget which switch is the weapons and which is the shield.”

Tim’s eyes narrowed. She was lying. Why was she lying?

“Yeah, no problem. We’re gonna go to the lab. Tim and his friends have self defense training, Gotham, you know? So I want to see if we have any weapons in the vault that they’d be comfortable with.”

“Great. I’m gonna be in my room. As class president, I want to try and make sure everyone is safe so I’ll be on the phone with my door shut. Knock before you enter!” Then she was running back up the stairs and slamming the door to her room.

Tim exchanged a glance with Cassie. That was weird.

But next to him, Danny let out a breath. “Okay, so she’s out of the way. Sam, you sure you’re okay?

Sam grimaced. “It stings a bit, but it’s fine. Jazz put disinfectant and antibiotic cream on it.”

“Great. Well, not great.” Danny grimaced and Sam punched him on the arm.

Tim cleared his throat. “You said something about weapons?”

Conner nodded. “Yeah, did you say you have a weapons vault?”

Danny laughed. “You saw the home defense system. Are you really surprised?”

Cassie shook her head. “Your parents are evil scientists, aren’t they?”

Danny led them down a set of stairs. “I wouldn’t call them evil. They’re just… a bit single minded.”

And then Tim was standing in their lab for the first time. It was all silver chrome and neon green accents. But worse, it was messy. Half assembled inventions were scattered haphazardly over every surface. And was that a half eaten sandwich on the bench? Ectoplasm dripped off one of the counters onto a puddle on the floor.

Sam, Tucker, and Danny walked in without concern, but Tim and his team held back.

Danny realized they weren’t following and looked back in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“No offense,” said Bart as his eyes darted around, “But, uh, is it safe?”

“What do you mean?” asked Danny, but then he looked around and noticed the mess. “Ah. Hang on a sec. I’ll get you rubber gloves and boots you can slide on over your shoes. That’ll keep you safe enough.”

Sam helped and soon enough they were passing the protective gear over. Meanwhile, Tucker sat down at a computer and pulled up the news report so they could keep tabs on what was going on.

“Can we get eye protection as well?” asked Tim once he had everything on.

“Sure. Mom and Dad have plenty of goggles.” Danny grabbed a few of those as well.

Still not entirely comfortable, Tim finally stepped into the lab. On the far wall, behind yellow and black doors was the portal he’d heard so much about.

Danny followed his gaze and put a hand on his arm. “Come on, Tim. The weapons vault is over here.”

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Next

This should be enough to figure out which episode I'm using as the base for this arc! It's not quite the Ghost Fight people were hoping for in the comments of the last update, but I think this is gonna be better.

Tag List Part 1

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#dpxdc #dead tired #my writing #conner: whats that you got there? #danny: a weapons vault why? #he has no clue its weird so doesnt think to hide it #its just his basement #one weapon for you and one for you and two for you #rip jazz's milkshake #damn ghosts #i am very tired #and my tags reflect that

[fearandhatred]

thank u so much to my beloveds @crowleys-bentley-and-plants and @seven-stars-in-his-palm for tagging me, kissing u both for this omg <3 i'm doing two of each because i can

For as many as you want of your published works, pick your favourite line/paragraph and post it up here. Let yourself feel proud of your creations.

transitional heart taxidermy [5986 words, wip]

They fit so perfectly together, the both of them, always. Not side by side like pieces of a puzzle, no, but like molten lava over sand; one over the other, one mellowing the other, changing its chemistry into something different, stronger, useful. The kiss tastes of Aziraphale, of copper and saliva and something holy. It's a taste he'll come to get used to, bloodied and bruised, a taste he chases after as the angel pulls back.

and one from an unpublished chapter:

It's been a day, two, maybe three. His hands are stained with blood and phantom glass, reeking of alcohol and rot palpable enough to taste. Aziraphale doesn't come for him, and he feels relief but also a pain so deep it's paralysing. It's a revelation in itself.

blood in my eyes [1953 words]

This is the first time in years he has stepped foot back into this place. It's a spontaneous decision, driven by a mellow melancholy and a soft wistful night. Muriel isn't in, so the bookshop is dark, and the streetlights cast an eerie, lonely glow on the ancient hardbacks. The rearing statue that once held his glasses every other day is coated in a thin layer of dust; he leaves them on.

Crowley wipes away a tear from Aziraphale's cheek with his thumb. It leaves a bright red streak. After, hours pass by before Aziraphale washes the blood from his face, imprinted in the vague shape of Crowley's hand. In those hours, when he sits in the quiet of a bookshop once again burned to ash, the blood stays there as a reminder, maybe, or as punishment.

sub-consequence [11567 words, wip] — six of crows

He wants to say everything he could possibly say to persuade Kaz to change his mind, because if he says everything in the world, strings together every word in every possible combination, there has to be at least one thing that would convince him to stay.

Sometimes Inej thinks Kaz cares about himself less than he cares about getting what he wants. It feels sometimes as if he's completely detached from himself, his own person becoming just another means to an end. People would scream at her that this isn't selflessness. It's ruthlessness, or psychopathy, or numbness. That's how the name Dirtyhands came about, after all. The willingness to do anything no matter the cost. To get his hands dirty with blood, be it others' or his own. But what is selflessness, really? A lack of selfishness, or a loss of self?

to sleep, perchance to dream [662 words] — the sandman

God, Calliope. His heart, face of cloud fields and white lily springs, a hope so blinding in contrast to his shadowed being that he had known from the start the hands of The Fates would pull them apart to opposite poles.

His lifetime of constraint allowed him to face the knowledge that any selfish will to see her in the wake of remembering all he had forsaken, all that had been ripped from him, would seal the vestibules to acceptance and he would beg with no dignity to stay by her side. And his heart burned, scorched unpleasantly at her parting words, just as the skin she touched and had once touched long after she was twice gone.

tagging those whose words i'd love to see (no pressure!!): @actual-changeling @sentientsky @irispurpurea @springofviolets @demonsandpieohmy

#fearandhatred #fearandfics #fic: transitional heart taxidermy #fic: blood in my eyes #tagged a few newer mutuals too hehe hii #this came at such a good time too because i was starting to hate everything i've ever written #literally ITCHING to dissect all these paragraphs word by word but. i shan't. #also that first snippet of my six of crows fic might be my favourite thing i've ever written and i have no idea why #this fic in general isn't my best work but it's my baby because it was my first chaptered fic and i never thought i would ever write those #good omens #good omens season 2 #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale #good omens fanfic #good omens fic #writing #tag game #so many tags help #THIS IS A QUEUED POST. i am asleep

[serenefig]

So I did a second part to the Wes is Question post (part 1 link), and I'm going to try to continue. I'm up for concrit if you have it, still new to writing for these fandoms.

Conspiracy of Silence

Part 1 | Part 2

Batman did not take the bait — Question’s reputation worked against him. That was fine. He’d managed this far by himself. He’d only ever had himself here. So Question slowly connected all the dots that built the Anti-Ecto Acts. The wall and string slowly building; always battling his paranoia, always trying to stay one step ahead of Cadmus and the GIW. Until finally the bait he had laid down oh so carefully caught someone. Someone Question did not know.

The Justice League Dark had convened in the Watchtower for the biannual “don’t fuck with the supernatural” safety presentation. Notepads were scattered, and conversations tapered out as the lights dimmed and Constantine stood ready to present — Question absently catalogued his scowl was deeper than normal, most likely due to being “voluntold” to present. Question silently sighed as he settled in for another boring safety presentation. It wasn’t anything he didn’t already know.

“Alright, I pulled presenter this round. I don’t want to be here anymore than you do, so let’s get this over with.” Constantine said. “This year is different. The JLD responded to a summoning incident three weeks ago. A group of presumed cultists were attempting to summon a high leven being from the Infinite Realms.” he stopped to glare at the gathered heroes. “Do not, under any circumstances, attempt to contact beings from the Infinite Realms. Treat them with traditional folklore fae rules. Actually no, you’ll still mess it up. Don’t even breathe in their direction.”

Someone cleared their throat and Constantine huffed.

“They scattered before anything could be done, leaving the summoning in the middle. And this brings us to my first point.” The slide turned and Question felt the blood drain from his face. There on the massive screen was evidence of the GIW.

It wasn’t outright obvious, but to Question, who knew what to look for? It was plain as day. He saw remnants of dismantled and broken ecto-weapons — likely left in their hurry to leave — scattered about on tables. On a wall he saw simplified Spector Deflectors, but to others would look like fancy belt buckles. And perhaps the most damning, a pair of high-tech looking manacles with a barely legible Cadmus logo mostly scratched out. He came to the only conclusion available; the GIW, and by extension Cadmus, were summoning ghosts directly to experiment on.

Question did not hear the rest of the presentation, he couldn’t. His hand flew across the notebook, jotting down as much information as he could glean from the photo. His mind was torn in two. To brave Amity and warn Phantom once more? Or turn his long gathered and unfinished evidence over to his co-heroes? Wes and Question warred at each other, adding to his already high paranoia. How much longer would it take for Phantom to be caught? What if a Parker was found?

His thoughts ground to a halt. Was it possible that Cadmus did find his liminality during his capture? Did they follow him?

Question barely recognised when the presentation came to an end; his body moving on auto-pilot towards his room. Still no decision was made.

He stopped in his tracks at this open door. Someone was in his room Someone was in his things. Question burst in, a taser at the ready, yet no one was there. He turned towards his hidden wall board, in hopes it was not found. And to his horror, his own face was plastered in the middle.

There was a mole in the Justice League. And Wes would find out who.

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I do have a vague plan, but updates will be at the mercy of my ADHD because I have 7 other WIPs. This will go on AO3 and FFN next Tuesday as well (I'll reblog with a link.)

Tags because you expressed interest in the tags of the first

@profounddestinyrebel @stealingyourbones

#dpxdc #dcxdp #danny phantom #dcu #justice league #my fanfic #crossover #crossover fanfiction #fig speaks #also like #i really would like concrit #because even tho I'm pulling from wikis #I'm also pulling most of this outta my ass #Canon is playdough and I am a five year old eating it #also wouldn't say no to a writing buddy I could bounce ideas off of

[ouroboros-hideout]

Project Garmr

This is just a wild list of ideas I had after finishing Phantom Liberty and beeing slightly dissapointed how they treated Kurt Hansen as a character.

- Spoilers ahead -

First of all: I love PL but I think it has its weaknesses. But that's for another post.

I am manly dissapointed, that he was introduced as the main antagonist (Myers is the actual villian if you ask me) but got very little screentime or impact on your choices or story imo. He was there, the quests involving him where epic but in the end he just got low to medium depth lore and an unspectacular death. I could rant about the problems I have with the fight (gameplay was sick but the story was meh) or the not-fight if Alex is taking care of him. But that's for another post aswell.

I just want to write down some ideas and headcanons about how things could have turned out differently, if he didn't die.

- I'll give it to V or Alex, that they're actually able to defeat him

- But he'll survive the attack, badly wounded but alive

- He'll then recover in the hospital, maybe getting new chrome to compensate the injuries

If you leave Hansen alive after the fight, you'll later get informed by Mr. Hands that he was assassinated in the hospital.

But what if that's not true. What if Kurt faked his death and spread this missinformation. By placing a body double at his funeral and asigning Bennett and Jago to give the public some drama to make his disguise waterproof but secretly still pulling the strings in the back.

Why? Because it's an opportunity. An opportunity for revenge. Playing hide and seek spygames against the spies and government, who got him into this situation in the first place.

He failed to kill or capture Myers and that's grinding his gears. The grudge he's holding against her is becoming unberable. After Song and the agents of the FIA screwed him over he's more than done fucking around with the marionetts and wants to start a last attempt to kill the puppet master.

He basically wants Myers head on a silver plate.

- This top secret plan is communicted as 'Project Garmr' within the structures of Barghest and Dogtown

- only Kurts most trusted associates know about his plans and that he is still alive

- the risk of someone spilling the tea in the lower ranks of Barghest are to high

- means he needs to get along without the manpower of his militia. At least in the beginning

- in addition to that he doesn't want that his smuggling business or Dogtown in general gets involved too far

- he worked to hard and is proud of his achivements to throw everything into the trash for his personal revenge

- he reaches out to his contacts all over the world, asking around who'd profit from the death of Mrs. President and shifting powers

- all or most of it undercover, so his disguise stays in tact

- building kind of an army

- the course and outcome of this plan would highly depend on the people or organisations Kurt's siding with

-  because after all he wants Myers dead  and in the best case replace her with someone in his favor

- could mean he's 'accidentally' starting the next war or does it in a more discrete manner

- it would suit his character if he used all his wits, instead of just sending some missels to her face. He would not make this mistake again

If this would evolve into a legit fanfic or what ever there are a lot of possibilities to give the Colonel additional lore and depth. For example:

- Meeting people of his past, friends, lovers or enemies alike

- Showing different sides of him (vulnerability because of a trauma or cyberpsychosis or smth like that)

- more of his top tier interrogation skills

- knife fights! Oh yeah

Yeah that's it. For now. A big 'What If'. Don't know, really like the idea somehow. All of it is a WIP that I came up with in the middle of the night but I would like to make it a little project in some way. Even though Kurt didn't had the impact I'd hoped for in the game, he managed to get into the top 3 of my fav chars within the blink of an eye lol.

Side note: Garmr is a dog/wolf mentioned in norse mythologie (who has a lot in common with Fenrir, who is probably more popular). He's described as a fucking huge, blood-stained dog caught in chains, guarding Hel's gate, the door to the underworld. He is ascociated with the beginning of Ragnarök, the final battle between beasts and gods. Once he breaks free from his chains, he's ultimately responsible for plunging the world into chaos.

Think that's an appropriate name Kurt would choose. He's a mythology nerd lol.

Bark. Bark.

#cyberpunk 2077 #phantom liberty #phantom liberty spoilers #kurt hansen #ouroboros talks

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

Boo! 👻 Trick or treat!

your recent mention of simple plan means i went digging into the WIP archives for you. so. my hopefully maybe eventual simple plan vlog au for jatp. first talked about here.

i'll be reworking this but... for a sense of the vision, a snippet of what I had written previously (it's NOT good. please forgive me):

Introduction Video:

Julie and the Phantoms are playing on stage and the camera zooms in on Alex. He whips his hair back out of his face, fully immersed in drumming. His name scrawls over the screen and the scene shifts to him laying on a couch in a dark room.“I’m really bummed out you’re filming me right now, can you go away?” he says as he hides his face behind one hand, pushing the camera away with the other. 

Reggie is running through a hallway with his arms extended, dipping and curving almost as if he’s pretending to be an airplane. His name scrawls over the screen as the scene shifts to him playing onstage with the band, shoving his hair back and singing into the mic. The scene shifts again and he’s speaking directly to the camera. “I just got some new boots today!” he dances a silly jig to laughter from his bandmates. His face falls exaggeratedly and he points offscreen. “I’m going to go see what *they* have to see about my boots!”

Luke is playing a riff on his guitar and notices the camera. He quickly slaps his hand down over the strings to stop the sound. “Don’t steal that!” he exclaims, half jokingly as the scene shifts to him spinning his guitar around his back while playing onstage. His name scrawls across the screen.

Julie rolls her eyes affectionately as the boys wrestle with one another in the studio and she directs a knowing look to the person behind the camera. The scene shifts to her jumping as she sings onstage and her name scrawls across the screen. The scene shifts again to her and Luke bent over a notebook, exchanging their pen as they each write in it.

#big package for you #halloween in april #thank you! #answered ask #ask game #nobody writes #ish #jatp

[littlemisskittentoes]

Year in Review: Favorite Lines

thank you for my darling @happiness-of-the-pursuit for the tag! this was so much fun, it was so lovely going back to some of my earlier fics!

RULES: there are no rules! I am quite literally making this up as I go so please don't take this too seriously ksjhdkh. feel free to share your top three/top five/however many favorite snippet(s)/line/quotes/paragraphs from your published fics (or wips, I don't care!) and don't forget to share the link of course! see below for an example.

from boxing with no gloves

“I can’t… I can’t handle us being my parents, H. I don’t know how to not be in love with you. I don't want to have to learn.”

from i'd be smart to walk away (but you're quicksand)

Alex is responsive and giddy under Henry’s mouth, back arching against his hand. Henry wants to preserve it in the empty champagne bottle. Alex’s skin is burnished gold, stark against the white of the sheets beneath him. Henry wants to paint it, memorialize it in an ornate frame. Alex’s head tips back and his mouth spills moans into the quietness around them like holy water. Henry wants to drown in it.

from you paint dreamscapes on the wall

Henry studied Alex like he was his new favorite book. Like the fall of his head hitting the pillow when Henry bit into his skin held some sort of secret woven between the lines. Like the rush of Alex’s breath into the air around them was a new kind of sonnet, painstakingly crafted to the right meter and rhythm. Henry knew him inside and out.

from you call the shots babe (i just wanna be yours)

Henry thinks he’d untangle his own veins from his muscle, reknit them into something intricate and beautiful, and offer them to Alex with bloodstained fingers and a plea in his smile if it meant Alex would take it from his hands. He thinks he’d cleave himself apart and string up the tattered parts if it meant keeping Alex’s attention on him. In the grand scheme of the things Henry is willing to do for Alex, jostling himself into his lap almost seems like cheating.

from i know heaven's a place (i go there when you touch me)

It’s filthy, stupidly hot, something entirely vulgar. Still, Alex knows there’s a hum in every one of their combined muscles. A mutual understanding between them all that this is something good. A sacrament and a homecoming rolled into one. 

from many times, many ways

They fall together in a billow of sighed laughs and greedy grabs for one another. Henry holds him close, and Alex kisses him back like he’s something prayerful. And this… This is celebration too. 

and a few fun nuggets from upcoming wips!

from don't you call him baby

But the thing about loving Henry is that he understands now, too, that Henry had planted ivy in his chest, something consecrated in whip smart jibes and soft touches, that Alex never realized his body was capable of growing. It has branched out of him, expanding his muscles and lengthening his bones, covering every inch of who he once was and fostering something more in its place.

from it always leads to you (in my hometown)

For Alex— How should I tell you that I have never known myself better than when I see your tells woven through my mirror? That I’d never recognized  my own laugh until it bled  at your pry? How is it possible, that even now, with this foreign age  oaked into your eyes  and your unmistakable drawl  resurrected to something new, your phantom fingerprints  along my skin are still  the only part of myself  I’ve been able to bear loving? Maybe a better man would  find away to love outside of you.  But, darling, the chance of your heart against mine has always made me reckless.

i would LOVE to see your favorite lines! @matherines @affectionatelyrs @inexplicablymine @read-and-write- @gayrootvegetable @rockyroadkylers @wordsofhoneydew @anincompletelist @songliili @hgejfmw-hgejhsf 💖

#kittentoes writes #fic: don’t you call him baby #fic: it always leads to you (in my hometown) #rwrb #rwrb fanfic #red white and royal blue #firstprince #rwrb fic #ao3

[donna-rinascimentale]

old honehana wip

When Robin touches him, Brook remembers the film of fuzz that skims newborn flowers.

The tuning knobs on Brook’s guitar have been stripped of their luster; shallow scrapes lay in place of fingerprints. He shuts his phantom eyes before approaching the high E string: an old habit that hasn’t yet found a place to die. He hums the note he knows by ear. The vibrations course through his phantom throat. There isn’t much left of Brook—he knows that, it always comes out of his mouth first—but he’s a better vessel for his music now, a vast concert hall of a man.

He no longer dreads the high E string for its fickle temperament (if it snaps, he has no skin it can slash, yoho!). He dreads the high E string the way he dreads the softness of living hands, the hair-thinness of book pages, the fuzz on newborn flowers. It‘s lonely work, keeping soft things soft.

Nico Robin has chosen to subject herself to his coarseness. That’s a trust which Brook doesn’t quite feel he’s ready for. How fortunate was he to be found by someone who lays her expertise in loving the old and forgotten. Nothing ever grows in old bones but moss and cobwebs—but she makes Brook feel like a flowerbed. Death hasn’t stolen everything from him. Not yet, not ever. Robin lines his deepest fracture with the bed of her thumb and Brook roots in the softness of a heart untouched by the scavengers.

#mine #i won’t finish this #i had something going but i lost most of my interest in one piece #writeblr #one piece #brook #robin #one piece brook #nico robin #honehana #hanahone #💀🌸 #the works #brook x robin

[mirabai0821]

WIP: Blood and Honey CH XX%*@

Pairings: F!Tav / Halsin Tags: N/A Word Count: 524 Summary: Tav makes a breakthrough with the Shadow Curse

They spent the next several hours poring over maps, cross referencing them with Cullugh’s garbled messages and Halsin’s other observations. If she could forget the strained conversation that started all this, their working together would have been pleasant, invigorating even. The yawning pit in her stomach that craved companionship quieted while he was near.

He stood close behind her as they examined the large map together.

“This is Reithwin Town,” he had to lean in to point out the town’s location, bringing his chest to her shoulder. She resisted the shiver but could not stop it when he touched her. He was glad to be behind her and that she was focused on the map before her, unable to see his eyes slip close as her scent flooded his senses. Her sweetness, though, had been marred by sadness that wasn’t there before.

“When Art arrived at the inn, he had a note on him with orders to investigate the House of Healing here.”

“Where?” 

Unthinking, Halsin placed his hand over hers, loosely threading their fingers, and gently moved it to the landmark. “There.”

Tav froze at his touch. 

“I’m sorry,” Halsin apologized quickly, withdrawing his hand. “I forget myself.”

“No…give me your hand, please.”

Halsin obliged and she turned it over, examining his palm. She thumbed the skin idly as she tried to remember something she read. Meanwhile Halsin held still and silent, relishing the touch. It made him weak. Any more of this softness and he’d break into pieces.

“Calluses…there was a note about…” Tav let him go, leafing through Halsin’s notes. When she found what she was looking for she went to Cullugh and held up his hand.

“Can I have your hand again?”

With the two side by side, Tav let out a triumphant laugh.

“Tav?”

“You see these?” She pointed to Cullugh’s fingers. 

“Calluses, yes.” For effect, he pointed the line of hard skin at the base of his fingers.

“Yes. Yours are on your palm, from how you grip your whittling knife. Arty here, his calluses are on his fingerpads. As are mine, can you feel?” 

Tav pressed her palm flat to Halsin’s hand. It was the most they'd touched since that night in the cave.

“Yes,” he answered thickly. “But I don’t…”

“You get calluses on your fingertips like that from a stringed instrument. Art plays the lute, like I do.”

“I see, but how…?”

“If the Shadowfell took him while he was investigating the House of Healing, maybe he left something behind. Something that could wake him. A stringed instrument of great sentimental value perhaps?"

Wonder bloomed on Halsin’s face. “A bard, a sorcerer, and now a detective. Your talents are legion. I am in awe of you, and in your debt.”

“Well, you know exactly how to pay it.”

He nodded solemnly. “Of course.”

“I’m going to speak with the cleric and then head to the House of Healing.”

“I will remain and see if there’s any way to safely travel where the curse is thickest.”

Tav nodded and left, the phantom touch of her fingers still warming his hand.

He only had a few moments to enjoy it before the inn erupted in blood.

XX

Whew! It's been a minute since another WIP update. I'm finally starting to write the really, really good parts. I'm excited. Hopefully we won't go another month before we do this again!

#halsin x tav #halsin x f!tav #blood and honey #bg3 halsin

[trashbins-stuff]

some info abt me:

PART ONE THIS IS PART ONE (just summary):

Haiii!! ^^ :3 we M.A.Y constellation program (collective) (osdd-1a or did we think)

name: bin !!!!

! also goes by glitzy, crt, cabby, roxy, charlotte, anne, sasha, rennie, catatonia

! also cosmic brownie, sunshine, ellie/ellen, jenny, marcy, ruby, ve(e), vinnie, danny is cool too!!

! friends/moots feel free to use candycane, ell, badger, đèn dầu/đd/dd or any silly nicknames <3

! also goes by kin names, you have to ask first before using our code name tho

-collectively identify as arospec queer a(pa)gender + system-fluid + autospec, altho headmates have their own orientation yeah

-adhtistic dysgraphia and is kleptomaniac

-language we can speak: Vietnamese + English

-doodle request r closed

-art tag:

current #trashbins-art

old: #i know it look uggo but i was drawing with a mouse okay??? (it is very unique ik/j)

boundaries (dni and thin ice):

-neutral/agaisnt Palestine i will block you

-ppl that like to start drama, i might avoid you

-look, i dont care if you dont know shit about plural systems or anything but if you call my headmate "siblings" then you better fucking say sorry, if you say it again i will block you

-if were not supa dupa close and jsut mootie that int sometime then ill be happy if we have toher shared fandom but uhm when u get jsut a lil close enough and i see u reblog other fandom post i get super uncomfy, huge pet peeve, big no no, might warrant u a soft block/timeout block until i get over it (or not)

PART THE POWER OF TWOOOOOO (social, plz check carrd and pronoun page to know more):

-my pinterest

-discord: trashbin2587

-my spotify

-pronouns page (there are english, norwegian and vietnamese ver)

-pronouns.cc (go more in deep)

-carrd (this one have facet introduction)

-toyhouse

-I HAVE A PILLOWFORT NOW

PART THIRD TIME THE CHARM!! (other stuff):

-sona info sheet or sth:

Items desp:

-bin's personal trusty shovel, bin like to refer to it as "Shovel Phoenix Thoradotte!! WARRIOR OF BURIED TREASURE, DESTROYER OF DIRT AND MY BESTIE!!1!" (if the string snapped or get removed form the shovel, bin shut down and go to a stage kinda like parallelogram (obs) when jerard died and stuck in a dream-loop until the string (u can get a new one) is tied back. the string being there is kinda of holding everything bin want to forget in) bin's is hesitant to telling ppl about the shovel in fear of them hurting it

i hope you have a great day :)

tags for moots (wip):

-carpybara (circuitcarp)

-blairy (blairdrawzstuff)

-moony hazel (moonmxple)

-winters ice trail (winterwrxter)

-messages from the stars (salachy-part-two)

-theres a frog in my boot and now were best bros (snoot-in-yo-boot)

-a harp-mony (harpjsutexsists)

-cola with no coca (devycola)

-tinted tunes (haiamkai)

-gooooobz (gooberdrawz)

-lovely shoelace (mausuwinasa)

-cuperooooo <3 (mochablogger)

synpath list below"

notes: red means theyre my fickin and im not always fine with doubles (especially if were very very close friends, am fine with double that i just met, already know theyre that before, or friends who arent that close, ask if u want), blue means high-mid synpath/other-hearted?, green means mid-low synpath (yes i know some of these characters r pieces of shits yes i still relate to them </3)

sasha waybright (amphibia)

tord (ew)

cabby (ii)

clover (ii)

ruby (bfdi)

remote (bfdi)

airy (hfjone)

charlottle/moldy (hfjone)

treasure chest (ppt2)

blue rectangle (voo)

buzzery (obs)

pinkie pie (mlp)

bmo (adventure time)

roxy lalonde (homestuck)

sollux captor (homestuck)

danny fenton (danny phantom)

little baby man (danny phantom phandom)

anne boonchuy (amphibia)

marcy wu (amphibia)

blueberry (ii)

four (bfdi/xfohv)

gold ingot (ppt2)

slipper (ppt2)

journal (ppt2)

fireball (aib)

pill (aib)

pitchfork (aib)

comet (objectified)

bee (bee&puppycat)

fionna (fionna&cake)

chloe garcia (dork diaries)

luz noceda (toh)

yuki sakasima (pretty girl neko show)

spinel (su)

horrid henry (horrid henry)

gus porter (toh)

mephone4 (ii)

bot (ii)

oodle (aib)

bone (aib)

moonstone (ee)

pool (object invasion)

thanks for reading! :] im probably gonna update these as time goes on

#agender #chaotic neutral #ambivert #neutral evil #Digital art

[putyourreddresson]

I’d die for any snippet from you my dear!!

But this one is calling my name:

lavender bruises and forget-me-nots

I’d love to know everything, please! ❤️😍🥰

HI MY LOVE!!!! i hope you know that the feeling is mutual and i can't wait to dive into your wips folder <3

lavender bruises and forget-me-nots, contrary to the title, is actually my silliest work. it's a birthday gift for a friend of mine who requested a scrappy physical fight between max and charles as a result of an on-track crash AND the subsequent reflections and reconciliations, orchestrated in parts by seb and kimi (acting in their roles as grid dads).

my vision for it is to keep it equal parts lighthearted and fun (which has been the biggest challenge for me because i am just not a funny person) and tense and reflective. besides the banter and silly little 'the grid as a family' moments, i want to highlight how even if you make progress in a relationship, a single moment can still exacerbate things to a point which you never though you'd find yourself at again; how it's easy to find yourself shackled to old habits when you haven't really learned to put effort into kindness, letting the natural flow of time take the wheel instead.

(no idea if this makes any sense, but anything i say rarely does.)

a gritty snippet

He thought they were better. He knows they got better. This is why he feels unbalanced when he touches the string of tension between them and feels it brimming with something swollen and volatile.

Charles is not a stranger to their brand of tumultuous relationship; he can map out the arguments and the chasms with his eyes closed, can pinpoint the divots in between the parallel lines of their lives with expert precision. He knows where his fingers will snag on uneven terrain, where they will slide over a glossy sheen of incongruous understanding, surviving despite the predatory jaws of teenage grudges.

But now, there is a shadow that bears an exoskeleton of years past – the midnight blue turning into nightshade, the red turning into blood. Distorted, pulled out of its sockets and exposed like live wiring.

and a tender snippet

They are also shades of lavender and phantom cruelty that bloom in rosettes across their skin. Charles raises his hand, reverently this time. He brings it up to the highest point of Max’s cheekbone and lightly cups his face, making sure to not dig into the bruise there.

Max leans into the touch anyway, even if it must sting.

It’s easy to fall back into old habits when these old habits are so much more ingrained in them, in the nature of what they are to each other than kindness ever has.

And it’s not like they have given kindness opportunities to flourish either. They have watered the seeds with rushed smiles and half-moon embraces given in between the latticework of asphalt and smoke, but they haven’t learned to be kind to each other with intention, with purpose.

so yeah! (lame ass ending sentence)

[marimbles]

From this ask game

The opening passage of The Legend of the Grimwalkers, chapter six, came unhelpfully to his mind:

As beings of both magic and decay, grimwalkers occupied a limbo-like plane of existence, treading the line between life and death, and as such were effectively untethered to witch- and demonkind. Some creators considered themselves a so-called ‘parent’ of their creation, but this was true only in the sense that an inventor is a ‘parent’ to his invention. In biological terms, a grimwalker’s ‘parentage’ may have been credited to any of the parts which comprised its whole. The most logical ‘parent’ was arguably the ortet who provided the genetic pattern for the clone. But even this definition cannot withstand scrutiny, for grimwalkers were, in reality, parentless from conception. They were orphans by nature, bondless and lonely, and any personal connections formed were but a wishful echo born from affection for the original ortet. They walked the earth like a living corpse—a phantom copy of the deceased in whose likeness they were made. For this reason were these creatures called ‘grimwalkers,’ for death clung to their every step.

He’d reread those words obsessively in those first days hiding out at Hexside, wearing out the pages with his dirty fingerprints. A terrible emptiness ate at his stomach, at the very marrow of his bones, and he feared he’d be swallowed up by the cavern of his own hollow chest (although maybe that was partially the result of eating nothing but Hex Mix for days). Flapjack nagged at him to stop—nipping his ears, tugging his hair—but Hunter couldn’t tear his eyes from the yellowed pages, each word stamped like ink into his brain, even now, months later.

If he was not himself, he’d asked, who was he? If he had no one, why should he exist at all? Why was he fighting so hard to live—running away, hiding out, cutting his own puppet strings and praying he still had the legs to stand? What was it all worth, if he was just a ghost? If he was the shadow of a stranger who’d been extinguished like a flame four hundred years ago?

(When he tried to spell out his reasons, all that came to him in answer was the sound of the human’s voice calling his name in the night and the last words that had lit up his lost scroll what felt like a lifetime ago: 49 weeks 🌻)

(He’d decided then that if grimwalkers really did tread the line between life and death—a very wobbly tightrope, in his recent experience—the side he would fall on was life, and he’d just have to brace himself for whatever kind of landing waited for him at the bottom.)

omg!! i'm surprised anyone did this game let alone for this fic! i kind of forgot about this fic tbh haha. but reading this is making it come back to me. i actually really like how this passage turned out so i'm flattered you chose it<3

so this is from ch. 2 of my (currently abandoned) toh wip i wanna tell you (but i don't know how). i started writing this fic after thanks to them aired, and the original idea was to lead up to a cathartic moment soon after they step through the portal, where hunter finally gets closure about the grimwalker thing and it's all addressed and out there and he feels this unconditional love and support from his found family. and i wanted to build up to that with these five moments of connection between hunter and each hex squad member, where he wants to tell them his big secret about being a grimwalker but chickens out. this is from the amity chapter.

writing about hunter and amity's dynamic was an interesting challenge for me because hunter's connections with luz, gus, and willow feel more obvious and more explored in the show. but he doesn't have as much of an individual friendship with amity that we see on screen. so i kept thinking about how they'd connect and how the subject of grimwalkers would come up, at least in hunter's mind, so he'd feel compelled to tell her about it before inevitably backing out. and i thought it was an interesting angle for them to connect over having a difficult relationship with their toxic parental figure who used them for their own selfish, evil purposes—odalia for amity and belos for hunter. and then with the subject of parents/family, hunter is painfully reminded that as a grimwalker, he doesn't actually have a family, and he remembers the existential crisis he went through when he first found out—the crisis he's still trying to work through.

i remember working so hard on that grimwalker book excerpt because i wanted it to feel sort of stilted and archaic, like an old textbook, but also have a certain ring of poetry to it—a haunting and kind of devastating ring. and i also wanted to bring up false assumptions about grimwalkers that hunter could eventually prove wrong about himself—that he isn't destined to be "bondless and lonely" forever, and that he's his own person, and that people can and do love him for himself, and that he isn't doomed or marked for death. that he can love and learn and grow like anyone else, no matter where he came from, and he can have a family of his own making even though he was born without one.

so while he's recalling his time hiding out at hexside obsessing over this idea of being a grimwalker, he's also remembering not just the devastation but the determination. and how he had this drive to fight for himself, and to forge his own path, even thought it was so scary. and how even then he'd begun to form these important connections that proved he was not alone—with luz, who reached out to him during the worst moment of his life, even knowing he was a "monster"; and with willow, who accepted him as part of her team and her friend group even after he made such a big mistake. (the "49 weeks" thing implying that they had regular text communication for a little while and that she was continuing to count down the time till they could see each other again, like how she mentioned in ASIAS as she was leaving that he had 52 weeks till his next day off). and then of course with gus, who's the one who found his hiding spot (although that part is brought up later in the chapter, not this excerpt). and then in the present, he is making a new connection with amity, and building more trust, to the point that he almost spills his secret. and while he's not quite brave enough at that point, he is gathering courage, because of his friends, so he can finally let himself fall off of that proverbial tightrope and trust that he'll fall on the right side and have a soft landing, because he has good people in his corner who will take care of him.

alright well that's my DVD commentary for this passage haha thanks for the question!!

#ask #zyrafowe-sny #toh #my fics

[thetwstwildcard]

Overblotting Yuus? 👉👈

So the only one that has a name is Yua's where she is "Lapsus Eve", so the other's names are wips. Also so far Lacie, Yua and Doll are the most thought out.

Yuuto: Since his inspiration is TWEWY he gets fused with both noise and Shibuya reapers. So probably his arms and legs getting the skeletal design while his face is half covered in blot. Ex:

Pyxis: My theater boy, since he already has the phantom of the opera mask its full on phantom of the opera, with some details taken from the chandelier:

Lacie: I swear both my girls get religious in their ob. For Lacie she gets a "cross" on her face, basically dripping over her face (as she died of a head injury), while she has a "cage" for the middle part of her body with white lillies (because in her previous life she was stabbed through there). Her overall aesthetic is of a ghostly bride, a torn dress and stained with blot (even semi hanahaki mixed with blot):

Aspen: My Howl Pendragon boy. For his overblot I picture a mix between both the bird form of Howl and calcifer. For added drama he would have a literal star shaped hole where his heart should be because he doesn't "have a heart" :

Kagero: Haku boy, for him I see a more grotesque mix between his own form and Haku's dragon form. Since he already is sort of a mix (having the sharp claws, horns and tail). Just the sharp teeth and basically semi body horror. :

Makaio: Moana boy, can see a mix between te kā or just dark waters. He is connected to the ocean and the tranquility of water so I can imagine the reverse as either fire or the harshness of water (since he was pulled down before ending up in twst)

Yua: The lapsus eve and first Yuu. The only one out of these that would 100% happen. To go with her previous angel motif it's religious, essentially her in the arms of a broken virgin Mary who's hands are clasped together while Yua herself is blinded by her wing accessories (with blot tears) while holding a bitten blackened apple, unintentional influence:

Doll: Sole one I'm not doing an image for because politely.. No. So, since they already have the body of a doll (since the don't know who they are), just a broken ball jointed doll with extra limbs (taken from the other dolls they can use to change apperance), black wire strings like spider webs and more cracks all over them. Continuously getting up hit after hit.

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #oc #twstoc #twst ocs #yuuto sakuraba #Pyxis #lacie reyes #kagero shimizu #aspen cyfrin #Makaio Keahi #yua misaki #Doll #Yuu squad #overblot ideas #I am drawing a blank for Leveret but also want his to follow more of DIE style of OB

[innytoes]

One Line, Any Fic

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people!

I was tagged by @legolasghosty, thank you! It was fun to look back on the fics I’ve written.

Tagging @daintyduck99, @invisibleraven, @jatp-spinsb, @floating-in-the-blue, @astorytotellyourfriends and anyone else who wants to do it.

How To Survive The Holidays (when you're dating your friend's dad)

In the living room, Luke was trying to subtly shake all the boxes under the tree.

we found love in a hopeless place (that is, a dumpster)

“You all do,” Ellie said happily. “Except Alex, though he ate the anchovies slice, so his breath kind of stinks.”

Strings, Taste, Music, Fate

“So I was thinking of taking Alex to this museum,” he was saying, juggling several tubes of pringles while Reggie tried to decide on a flavour.

Heaven is a place on earth

“You have to admit he does look very cute, though,” she says, just to mess with her a little. “Your father had a leather jacket when we met…”

How to Find Love on a Kinky Hookup App in Ten Easy Steps  (Not sure if this one counts since I can’t remember if Ren or I wrote this bit)

"Are you sexting on the bus?" he asked sternly.

Six Ways To Say I Love You

The plan to go to Pride together wasn’t so much a plan as just the logical conclusion of the past year.

Fucked Up A Perfectly Good Statue Is What You Did (look at it, it’s got anxiety)

Which usually meant Alex stayed quiet and stared at Willie’s lava lamp until he was done, but sometimes he’d read out loud from Willie’s books while Willie rested his head in Alex’ lap and Alex played with his hair.

Envelope Day

“When I came home, they were already yelling at each other about my results,” he whispered, trying not to stumble over his words.

Breanna and the Phantoms

“Dammit, Parker, there’s no such thing as witches,” Long Haired Guy said.

Let’s Go Steal A Protégé

“Working on my crime scrapbook,” they replied, holding the picture next to three rolls of washi to see which one they liked best. 

And a special bonus WIP one for the still unnamed Foster Care AU

“It’s not a real sleepover without…” he squinted at the cover. “Are You A Sunset Or A Sunrise and Five Signs He’s Just Into You For Your Animal Crossing Island.”

#tag game #I am writing a thing #julie and the phantoms #I wrote a thing #not me staring at the little 16 after jatp on my ao3 and wondering when the hell that happened #no pressure to the tagged of course!

[morgan--writing]

— Welcome to Morgan Lawson's Tumblr Blog! ☆

My name is Morgan Lawson. I am an author and poet from Buffalo, NY. I have three different books in process right now, one of which is in the beta reading stage and the other two being in the brainstorming/loose drafting phase! Look for me on other socials and shoot me a message if you want to be friends!

And see below to learn more about my different projects!

THE STARS WANT BLOOD Book One: Fate

GENRE — Fantasy romance. STATUS — Being beta read! ABOUT — When Hazel Culhane slips away to the mountains for a much needed escape, their life is changed forever when it is brought to their attention that they're not just a hot mess of a mechanic but that they are actually a Constellite of Geminorum—a literal god. While grappling with their newfound divinity, they are faced with an even greater challenge yet: love, in the form of the Constellite of Virginis, Ezra Thompson. Fate has brought them together, but that same fate also intends to tear them to pieces. TROPE LIST — Friends to lovers to enemies to lovers, angst, yearning, soulmates, red string of fate, golden retriever x black cat, Scorpios are menaces, dark prophecies, fuck fate, lgbtqia+, only the most intimate of relationships/friendships in this house, astrology, loose interpretation of Greek mythos, chaotic gemini x anxious Virgo. CONTENT WARNINGS — Gore, violence, sexual content, mental illness, BDSM themes, blood, body horror, emotional trauma.

COSMOS RISING WIP Book One: Untitled

GENRE — Fantasy romance. STATUS — Brainstorming, loosely drafting. ABOUT — When esteemed dragonslayer Izrena Dewmane bites off more than she can chew and makes a mistake that should cost her her life, dragon prince Rolinas Cosmashiels III decides to make an example of her, the example being that mortals and dragonkin can coexist peacefully. Now forced to live in a castle of scaled beasts, Izrena learns that maybe he's right, and maybe they aren't so bad. Maybe, actually, they're worse. TROPE LIST — Sun x moon lovers, dragon prince brothers, enemies ➝ friends ➝ lovers ➝ enemies/your brother be lookin' kind of cute tho', she's hot and she has an axe, world's cutest gay necromancer villain, medieval vibes, bisexual disasters, found family, mental illness recovery, morally gray characters, lgbtqia+, forced proximity, anger, recovery. CONTENT WARNINGS — Violence, sexual assault (off page/historical), explicit sexual content (on page), gore, body horror, war, emotional trauma.

PHANTOMS OF WINTER

GENRE — Paranormal romance. STATUS — Brainstorming, loosely drafting. ABOUT — When Aella Lewis, girl turned ghost, finds herself trapped in her childhood home she finds that maybe being dead is actually worse than living. And as if being a stuck phantom isn't bad enough, she finds herself trapped with Kharon, Hades' esteemed ferryman and an absolute bastard of a man. A tale of healing, unexpected friendships, and love. TROPE LIST — Loose interpretation of Greek mythos, enemies to lovers, moon x mars lovers, black cat x even more feral black cat lovers, angst, smut, bisexual disasters, found family, mental illness recovery, morally gray characters, lgbtqia+, forced proximity, ghosts, anger, recovery. CONTENT WARNINGS — Unfiltered depiction of mental illness, suicide, suicidal ideation, mention off of-page self-harm, drug use/abuse, explicit (consensual) sex, emotional trauma, BDSM themes.

[iwasmadetobeasoldier]

One Shot

((WIP, ErikxChristine)))

The Opera Populaire was buzzing. It was opening night and the crowd was growing impatient.

Christine Daae was to make her debut as the new PrimaDonna of the Opera. A high respected place and very demanding. She paced in her dressing room, trying her best not to cry out. Her dress was awful tight and wouldn't close. She grunted in effort, pulling as hard as she could but the awkward position prohibited her.

"Here." A deep, angelic voice said from behind her. "Let me.."

She spun around and saw a dark phantom stepping quietly toward her.

"Hush, angel." He touched her lips with a gloved finger. "Those ridiculous designers don't know what real costumes are."

She never spoke and turned around to let this mysterious man help her. He pulled the strings snug but not tight yet she still was stunning.

"T-Thank you, monsier." She whispered. "Who are you??"

"I am you Angel of Music."

Fin..

#phantom #poto 2004 #gaston leroux #erik #fantasy #fanfic #POTO #phantom of the opera #christine daae #raoul de chagny #opera #Singer

[kyofsonder]

Find the Word Tag

I was tagged by @aohendo to try and find the words she chose in my own WIPs and pass the tag along to other writers. Thank you for the tag, and the challenge! It’s always interesting to see how much context can change a word – or reinforce its original meaning.

My words are: scar, hope, night, silver, and cradle. 

The excerpts from where I found them, the list of writers I'm tagging, and the tagged writers' list of new words under the cut.

It felt like cheating to find scar in the fic that literally has that word in its title, but interestingly I also found it in a Given fic called “Present Tense”:

"I'll love all of it! I'll live all of it! Singing! Guitar! Ritsuka! You! I'll love it all, and give you my memories, and you'll never be able to forget even if you want to! I'll make more songs! I'll look at you! I'll look at myself! I --" he can't bring himself to say the last word. It's lodged somewhere inside him, maybe in one of the scars where his other feelings have been brutally pulled from him. Maybe somewhere deeper, where they can't even be touched. He can't do this. He can't commit like that. "Promise" is too big of a word. It won't come out.

I did find hope in my Danny Phantom fic “Lingering Scars”:

Whether she can see it or not, he tries to communicate all the pride he has in her as her mentor and all the affection he has for her as his family. Show her that whatever Vlad might have planned for her, she isn't under his control anymore. She's with Danny, and Jazz and Sam and Tucker. Her injuries will only come back from those nightmares, never from anything that her family does. Never again. He doesn't know how to say that without the words coming out bitter -- still angry at what that fruit loop did to this innocent kid -- but he hopes that something on his face or in his aura or whatever else is enough to tell her that she's safe. She's okay now. He's not sure if his subliminal support is what does the trick, but Dani seems to revive a little.

I found night in my novel WIP “To Be Honest”:

Micah's lucky that there's enough light to help him see. The night seems to want to swallow it all, but some moonlight still pours down through the trees. Every sound rattles through their needles, amplified until he can't tell where the shifting of wild animals end and the crunch of his own footsteps begin, but even in this dim chaos there is enough light to walk forward. He can see silhouettes of other living things in the woods with this light, and tries to swallow his own fear to keep himself moving. None of these are the silhouettes he's looking for, so he has to press on. That's the only option.

I found silver in “Present Tense” again:

The person turns toward him, and it feels like looking at something he's lost. Again. It hurts, clawing at the words inside him as if to forcibly drag them from his body. He doesn't speak, but it feels like his throat will start to bleed if he keeps quiet much longer. Their eyes shine, too, and that especially digs into the sore and vulnerable places in his chest. They flash that silver he's seen beneath his fingers. The color of the strings he's learned to change by himself.

I found cradle in “Lingering Scars” again:

The whole world has a dim filter around the edges, a vignette focused solely on that face. Danny doesn't linger, but that filter does. It shrinks things down until he can only see the steps in front of him. He cradles his arm as he flies to Sam's house, where he and Sam and Tucker had agreed to meet if any of them got hurt. He knows there's a reason why, but he can't remember past the pain in his arm and his dimmed vision. He just collapses on Sam's bed and mumbles an apology about getting "blood" on her blankets.

To keep the game going, I’ll tag @midnight-and-his-melodiverse, @marinesocks, @on-noon, @calicojackofficial, @wildjuniperjones, @365runesofwriting, and any other writers who want to join in can use my words and say I tagged them!

For those I tagged, your words are: reach, patience, shaky, hollow, and ripple.

#writing #tag game #find the word #sonder stories #sonder snippets #the irony #that hope was in lingering scars #in that context #also yes #scars was in there #some 12+ times #it just #felt a little too obvious #which mattered to me in the moment #finding it in Present Tense was a surprise #tbh tho #since I wrote that nearly-finished draft #new chapters of the manga have come out #I've rewatched the anime #relistened to Given's album(s) #rereading what I wrote then #seeing so many lines I like #but looking at them framed in new information #I wanna rewrite that whole fic #start to finish #fresh #like I've been doing with my novels #which seems to be working well this time around