12 Days Of Self Appreciation Day One: Hug

12 days of self appreciation day one: hug

From @writeblrfantasy event. It’s a little late but that’s okay. Admittedly I don’t write nearly enough hug scenes so I’m going to rectify that.

Bennie crushed Cuckoo to their chest. Her eyes widened in surprise but she said nothing. Ben’s arms wrapped around her like a viper, one sliding up and dislodging the gold detailed bandana across her hair. Weakly, she pushed against his chest, where her arms were pinned, but she didn’t move. Resigning herself to the situation, she inhaled deeply. Ben smelled like metallic earth and growing things, even though he hadn’t been gardening for a month. Old sweat faintly broke through the green of his scent and Cuckoo wrinkled her nose. Though she was originally resisting this, the hug was kind of nice, not awkward like she worried it would be. The weight of it seemed to be blocking out her worries, the pressure pulling her attention to be solely on the little world in Ben’s arms. She didn’t have to worry about the consequences of her actions, what the others would think of the stunt she pulled, how she would rectify, and wanted to rectify, any damage she had caused. That could be dealt with later. For now, her focus could be on herself and the care she needed, wanted, had from Ben. It would be enough, and things might be okay.

How often do you write non canon content?

Oh, that’s an interesting question

I’ve been in a bit of a writing slump recently, so not much? With my newest wip, A Quest of Cards and Calamity, I haven’t had long enough to write anything out of the canon universe, but I write plenty of pieces out of the main narrative to get to know the characters better and to practice the narration style I’m going to use.

HOWEVER with A New Infection I wrote a lot of non canon content. I have at least ten aus that I would write in, especially with @pagesofcursive . It was just so much fun to imagine Bella, Zach, and Freddie in different scenarios; my only narratively completed piece with them is set in a superhero au (catch and release) and one of my favourite non canon universes is bitter & sweet where Bella is a barista who is interacting with Dawn, one of @pagesofcursive characters. (Shameless plug it’s found on @eve-and-briar but it’s not done)

Tl;dr for A New Infection I wrote more non canon than canon, but for A Quest of Cards and Calamity I haven’t had the chance to yet. I’m sure that will change.

12 days of writer self love day 4: blood

This is an angsty piece I wrote 3 years ago, and was the first thing I thought of with the prompt. When I wrote it I was super proud of it, so now is its chance to see the light of day.

Bella was making breakfast in the kitchen when it happened. It came out of the blue since she hadn’t had a blood surge in a while - the last one happened a few days ago before she met Zach. As unexpected as it was, she’d had some warning; a slight dizzy spell which prompted her to set down the pot she’d been preparing on the paraffin stove which she’d found in a junkyard and miraculously managed to salvage.

She let out her breath in a huff as her joints and muscles tightened. She tried to keep herself upright, but the pain surged and she collapsed with a dull thump, which alerted Freddie, who was reading on the couch waiting for breakfast.

“Bella?” he called out, concerned. Through the fog of pain, Bella heard the creak of the couch as he got up and the padding of his feet on the metal floor. With what little concentration she had left, Bella tried to reach for the chair near her to prop herself up before Freddie saw her helpless form sprawled out on the floor. She didn’t want to worry him, he had enough problems; even if he didn’t share them she could see the melancholy in his eyes. Unfortunately, another wave of pain washed over her and her outstretched arm hit the floor, creating even more agony. She groaned quietly. A gasp moments later told her that Freddie finally found her.

“Oh my goodness,” Bella heard the panic build in his voice. His book fell to the floor with a thud, not helping her throbbing head. “Zach? Uh, Zauch?! Can you come please? Now!”

Zach tottered out from his section of the bunker. Grumbling and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Freddie, what is it? I just woke up. Can’t this wait?” Zach’s footsteps stopped abruptly, before growing louder and faster, banging across the floor, slightly increasing Bella’s pain.

“Shoot! What happened, Freddie?” he sounded more awake now.

“I have no idea,” Freddie replied. “I heard a thump and come over, and she was just lying on the floor.”

The next surge brought the pain level close to the blood surge, which had made her black out. Her ears started ringing, and the boys’ voices grew muffled. She caught the words “move” and “couch”, before feeling pressure by her ankles, a light touch behind her head and a sudden weightlessness. Mere moments after leaving the cold, hard ground she barely felt the embrace of the couch while her pain level peaked. Lights and voices swam about in her mind, memory and present mixing together, imagination and reality becoming an indistinguishable blur as she flitted in and out of consciousness.

Slowly, the pain reduced and Bella regained some control of her muscles. She opened her eyes gradually, not realising she’d shut them under her body’s stress. She sat up gingerly, propping herself against the back of the couch, swinging her legs onto the floor, and twisted her neck slightly, hearing the joints pop. Bringing her attention in front of her, she saw Freddie and Zach sitting cross-legged on either side of her feet, looking expectantly up at her. Freddie looked lost and a little traumatised, his world shaken up by Bella’s weakness, while Zach seemed concerned and somewhat angry.

“What the heck was that?” Zach demanded hotly.

“Uh, to be honest, I’m not really sure,” Bella answered honestly and vaguely, grimacing at the scratchiness of her voice, which sounded like she’d been gargling nails and only amplified Freddie’s uneasiness.

“Well, tell us what you do know,” Zach’s tone took on what Bella could only describe as an air similar to an official interrogation, which was a skill she attested to being learned from his police officer father.

“Give me a second,” Bella stalled as she got up, wincing at the lingering ache in her muscles. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, taking a swig as she sat down with a hiss, her body protesting at the movement. She waved Freddie away, who’d gotten up to help her, before continuing.

“I call them blood surges. It’s the most accurate description I could come up with - it feels like my blood is boiling in my veins, and there are random surges of pain during it.” Zach frowned at Bella’s words. She kept speaking, disregarding the older boy’s darkening expression, before continuing her explanation.

“I lose most sometimes all control over my body, which is why I collapsed before.”

Zach cut her off before she could continue, “So this isn’t new. It’s happened before.”

Bella nodded, “The first time was right after the green gas was released and I had a few more after that, sometimes while running from the infected.” After grimacing at the memory of the panic she’d felt in those situations, she gave Freddie a weak smile, hoping to cheer him up by using his terminology. However, his expression remained shell-shocked.

“So this happens regularly?” Zach tried to specify.

Bella shook her head no, “This is the first time it’s happened since you’ve arrived. So it’s pretty irregular, and I generally have little to no warning beforehand.”

“Why didn’t I notice?” Freddie spoke up for the first time since the incident started.

Bella shrugged, “You were out scavenging I think.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” hurt and heat built up in his voice.

“It was unimportant.”

“But I could’ve helped. Saved you some pain. Something!” Freddie’s voice cracked.

Trying to remain calm, but struggling slightly Bella replied, “I had it under control. It didn’t endanger us. Besides, we’re all entitled to some secrets. Don’t pretend that you’ve told us everything about you, I’ve seen it. You’re not the only genius around here!”

“Yeah, well-”

“ENOUGH!!” Zach interrupted, sensing the situation escalating. Freddie took a calming breath, he seemed to be tense, a little jarred after losing his cool. Bella saw the wheels start turning in his mind, thinking over solutions for a problem he was yet to share, and she smiled slightly, comforted by the return to order.

“What do you think this is linked to?” asked Freddie. “The gases perhaps? Seeing as that’s when you said it first occurred.”

Bella’s curiosity was kindled. She tilted her head back to rest on the back of the couch and started to ponder the seemingly endless possibilities for her “affliction”.

Zach awkwardly cleared his throat, intimidated and isolated by knowledge he didn’t understand, and interrupted Bella’s train of thought. “Is something burning?”

“Oh no!” she cried. “Breakfast!” She started to stand up, but Zach pushed her down gently.

“I’ll get it. Don’t strain yourself after what just happened.”

“No, don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine,” Bella reassured both boys, brush Zach’s hands off and standing up fully. She staggered, what she hoped was the last of the pain hitting her like a wall. Zach shot up and grabbed her shoulder, stabilizing her. He seemed skeptical of her proclamation.

“Really,” she insisted. “It’ll be okay. You don’t know how to do breakfast anyway.” With that she strode off to the kitchen leaving behind a frowning Zach and Freddie reading on the couch once more.

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hi there, eve! thanks for teh ask!

i'm gonna answer this for a t.v show season 1 re-write, so apologies. my brain's 57% fandom and the remaining for original stories atm.

📈 - Was there a clear character arch you wanted____ character to go on?

since the c/w botched up a particular character, this blorbo will be getting an identity issues arc. where she isn't sure who she is and will slowly learn that person she can be. discover the potential within herself with the help of a messy team. :3

send me an ask from this ask game?

𝕴𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝕼𝖚𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘

Ah, yes… The chaos that is incorrect quotes. I love these things and how they capture exactly what my characters would say. I will post more of these in the future because I actually had fun with this.

These exchanges will be between Grimm’s adoptive brother, Abel—as well as His twin boys, Joden and Jadis.

Anyway, on to the chaos!

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