Chained Up Or Forced To Wear A Straightjacket // Stabbed In The Shoulder Or Bitten By A Monster // Masquerade

chained up or forced to wear a straightjacket // stabbed in the shoulder or bitten by a monster // masquerade ball or dinner party // stormy night or winter forest // dungeon or tower // sudden collapse or bandaged up // poisoned or drained of blood // experimented on or bedridden // nightmares or hallucinations // attacked by a monster or transformed into one // betrayal or lost love // castle or cottage // seaside or garden // hanged or strapped down // damsel in distress or ghostly maiden // haunted portrait or haunted mirror // guilt or insanity // immortality or untimely death // thunderstorm or snowstorm // imprisoned monster or angry ghost // laboratory or library // cemetery or portrait gallery // secret cellar or secret attic // hanging chandeliers or melting candelabras // body horror or creature horror // howling wind or eerie silence

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chained up or forced to wear a straightjacket // stabbed in the shoulder or bitten by a monster // masquerade ball or dinner party // stormy night or winter forest // dungeon or tower // sudden collapse or bandaged up // poisoned or drained of blood // experimented on or bedridden // nightmares or hallucinations // attacked by a monster or transformed into one // betrayal or lost love // castle or cottage // seaside or garden // hanged or strapped down // damsel in distress or ghostly maiden // haunted portrait or haunted mirror // guilt or insanity // immortality or untimely death // thunderstorm or snowstorm // imprisoned monster or angry ghost // laboratory or library // cemetery or portrait gallery // secret cellar or secret attic // hanging chandeliers or melting candelabras // body horror or creature horror // howling wind or eerie silence

1, 3, 6, and 8 for the ask game💫

1. Does writing energize you? Or does it sap your energy?

Definitely gives me more energy

3. What is your writing Kryptonite?

My writing is at its weakest when I try at emotions. I can explain a thought process or give a psychoanalysis through writing, but I can’t for the life of me write emotions the way I want to.

6. Why do you write?

I started writing almost eight years ago. It was exciting when I first began. Over time, that excitement turned into a comfort, of sorts. It was a way I could escape my mind or even my environment. I write because it makes me happy.

8. Is music part of your writing process?

In some special cases, yes. However most of the time I don’t listen to music because it muddles the plan I have for the writing.

Prompt #30

“My sleep schedule is fucked,” hero started, scratching their hair. “So I’d like to request a day off.”

“Sir, this is a Wendy’s…" the cashier’s voice faltered, lightly trembling.

“Mm… well… I’d like to quit my job.” hero blurted out, a couple of chuckles making their way out of the hero’s mouth. “I heard villains make a hundred thousand a month…”

The cashier jumped. One hundred thousand?! A month?! That would pay all of the bills they owe to their landlord in just a second.

The hero formed a weary smirk on their lips. “Surprising right? That’s not all though, I heard-”

“Just tell me what you want!” The cashier snapped, already annoyed by the hero’s shenanigans.

“Be my villain sidekick.”

Snippet #7

Tw: none

“Is something the matter? You normally don’t like to stick around after a heist.”

The person across the rooftop looked up from their trance, focusing of center of attention back on their opponent. “Yeah, fine. Let’s just get this over with.”

Hero dropped their fighting stance in an instant. “Thief, that isn’t like you either. What’s going on?” They stepped a little closer, careful not to invade their personal space, but also careful not to be too far away. They knew the thief would prefer the distance, but they needed to make sure they weren’t too distanced either. They’d bolt the first chance they could get.

“Nothing,” The other bit out. “Nothing at all. Look, just- just stop asking questions, all right? I’ll give you the van Gogh back just-” They trailed off, and Hero found themselves wondering what they were thinking about yet again. It must have been something important.

“I was told to retrieve a Monet, but I’ll take the van Gogh too, if you’re offering.”

“Fine. Take them both. I don’t need them anyway,” The thief slung a long tube from off their back and held it out in front of them. “Give me an hour to retrieve the Monet and come back. You know what? Forget it, I’ll just return the painting myself. I can leave it-” They trailed off, lost in their little world again.

Well, that was concerning. Thief, willing to give up a two paintings, both of which were valued at several thousands, if not millions? Just to get Hero to stop talking? It must be serious. They needed to know what was happening to them. Now.

“Thief,” Hero took two steps forward. “Thief, talk to me, please.” Another step. They were at arm’s reach now. “I can help you, but only if you let me. Let me help you. Please.”

The thief tensed but didn’t bolt, still holding the painting out expectantly. Their eyes shone, screaming worry, fear, but most importantly, trust.

“I’m- I’m not supposed to tell you anything,” They dropped the tube into Hero’s hands and backed away. “But come the museum roof in an hour and I’ll tell you everything.”

Can you tell us more about the book you want to publish?

Alright buckle your seatbelts ladies, gents, and they/thems also. This is gonna be a bumpy ride.

Your name is Control, and your job is to protect your team. No matter where the threat is coming from, no matter how big the threat is. You. Protect. Your. Team. Who is your team, you may ask? Well, I’ll tell you.

Drift - The team leader, the mastermind behind all of the plans, most likely the reason the entire crew isn’t dead yet. He’s the mechanic and resident consultant. When someone needs help, they come to him. From there he brings in the team, and they get to work.

Lady - The grifter, the con artist. The one who is making a way into a situation for the rest of the crew. Fluent in many languages and able to mimic any accent she hears, she is the perfect person to infiltrate a party and be the only one not leaving with criminal charges against her. She relies solely on information to tell her what to say to the mark.

Streak - If you need someone with sticky fingers, she’s your girl. It doesn’t matter where or when you need an item, whether it’s a high-security vault or a Winchester gun safe, nothing will stop her. She’s working on her grifting skills, but she’s not quite there yet. She is also known as the resident lawyer, if ever the need should arise.

Raceway - The fastest and probably most daring of the entire crew. The muscle. The fighter and racer. Often sides with Streak but will always defend what is right. Knows a few accents and is still trying. He’s also a deadshot and the go-to when the crew needs the word on the street.

There is one other character, but all you need to know is he’s a dog named Chaos.

This is Control’s crew. Her friends. Her family. The only things you need to know about Control is she’s the computer girl. She’s the hacker and intel gatherer, and she does her job well. They have only one true enemy, but I’ll save his story for another time.

Control, as she is aptly named, and her team, Drift, Lady, Raceway, and Streak, are hunted by the FBI, NSA, and just about every government lackey one could think of. Pennies, their code name of choice, always do their best to avoid them. But it's not always the easiest task.

Especially when helping others is the name of the game.

Call them what you wish. Con men, modern-day Robin Hoods, whatever you want. Just know they help those who have been robbed by robbing back. So, technically they're helping the law. Just not in the way they want it.

By the world's standards, Control is just another hacker. Sure, she spends most of her free time with computers and prefers the dark hours of the night, but she's much more than that. And when someone grabs her right out from under her team's noses, they're going to find out just what she can do.

hello beloveds ☺️