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Four Lines/Snippets Writing Share Tag!
Four Lines/Snippets Writing Share Tag!
Thanks for the tag @the-golden-comet (here) and @topazadine (here)!
My Lines: A line about kindness, a line about work, a line about a relative, a line about an animal; A line about regret, a line about landscapes, a line about the future, a line about weather Your Lines: A line about unconditional love, a line about cruelty, a line about being lost, a line about cute stuff
I'll go with lines from Scrapyard Boys, Supernova Initiative, Crooked Fable, and The Crystal of Ash for this one!
Kindness (The Crystal of Ash)
"Why...Why are you freeing me?" The Sorcerer asked, distrust barely masked by the politeness in his voice, as he refused to budge from the floor, despite his wrists having been unchained.
Declan stammered, "Because what they're doing to you isn't right." He said, exasperated by having to state the obvious.
The Sorcerer's eyes - like tiny galaxies with thousands of stars - narrowed as he looked up, "But I'm a monster."
Declan opened his mouth to answer, but Aelia spoke first, and the kind understanding in her voice was honestly the most jarring thing about this whole situation. "We know. But even monsters deserve dignity."
Work (Scrapyard Boys, Adrien's POV)
"And so you work for me - that's the way this story goes. If I say jump, you say how high. If I tell you to do something, you do it. So, when I tell you to get back the fuck in there and stop wasting my time with these stupid excuses, you go back and spend another hour or two on that stripper pole." He said, and though Adrien glared at him, the young man knew very well there wasn't much of a second option. The mobster tilted his head, brows furrowing "Got it?”
Relative (Supernova Initiative, Flashback Chapter)
Through tears, the young nobleman looked up, stiffened in place as she carded her hand through his ice-white locks, the motion akin to that of someone soothing a wounded stray. Even in silence, Kye recognized the brief, barely noticeable glint of outrage behind his Dad’s eyes, mirroring his own, before it was quickly buried under a mask of pliancy. “...Of course, my love.”
Animal (Scrapyard Boys, Valen's POV)
The older man looked down at him, amused. "Hm." Jake stalked around the kneeling mutant, slowly, like a tiger ready to pounce, "That can be arranged. Eventually. But not until I get what I want."

Regret (The Crystal of Ash)
Nahrieh ran his hand over the smooth stone, tracing the detailed carvings on the temple wall, "I never should have left that island," He spoke, half-whispered, to no one in particular, as if to himself, "If I hadn't..." The Sorcerer's voice cracked with grief and a touch of anger, wondering, "Maybe... their fates would have been different. Kinder."
Landscapes (Supernova Initiative, Ch. 2)
At the moment, the three of them were making their way down a busy inner street in the center of the settlement, the perpetually dust-grey sky lit up by the neon lights of the myriad of shops, eateries, and clubs scattered around and into a maze of side streets.
Future (Scrapyard Boys)
"Good plan!" He exclaimed, practically giddy, "Man, I can't wait for us to find Adrien's place - then we'll convince him to let us buy all the ice cream we want!"
Weather (Supernova Initiative)
Artemis flips him off with a scowl, glaring at the sharp sleet storm in the wind outside, "You are just the same sorry candy-ass as you were all those years ago, and I don't know why the fuck Jack keeps you in the crew."
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OC Confession Tag!
Thanks for the tag, @thecomfywriter (here)!
Rules: Post a scene where one of your character's does a confession to another character from your wip. It doesn't have to be a love confession. Maybe it's a lie. Maybe it's a crime. Maybe it's betrayal. Go buckwild, go crazy!
Let's go with two scenes involving different siblings from my WIPs in different contexts!
Lie Confession
Nahrieh began, voice even and smooth like honey, strangely calm, "Mayhaps...' The Sorcerer paused, fiddling with his necklace, the only sign of his nervousness, "I wasn't being fully truthful when I said your brother had nothing to do with the Rift."
Declan stammered, halting in place, "What?"
The immortal tilted his head, "Did it not seem strange to you? The argument. Your curse. Did it not strike you as strange how you were healed from it days after the Rift began?" He asked, somewhere between a genuine inquiry and a rhetorical question, "How your brother seemed distant - perhaps out of guilt - shortly before his disappearance?"
Declan's heart skips a bit, and he clutches his own arms, nervously trying to keep himself grounded. He gave an awkward scoff, "Keir would never - he... he's a knight!" He says, though his voice sounds unconvincing - it doesn't sound like he is convincing himself with it, as he continued, trying to seem certain, "He would never betray the realm."
Nahrieh chuckled, a deep, quick sound, like the rolling of water and sand on the ocean's floor, "Child, do not underestimate the lengths people will go to for love." He looks away, "I slaughtered an entire civilization to avenge my innocent spawn, fully aware I would be deemed a monster."
After a pause, he turns back to Declan, an unusual sorrow in his eyes "Do you think your brother would not make a deal with an eldritch force to spare your life?"
It was not a question - for they both knew the answer to it. Declan opened his mouth to rebuke, but no words came out. Instead, he growled softly, shaking his head.
The Sorcerer gave him a sad smile, "You know the truth Declan, - you just don't want to admit it. Yet." His voice grew pensive, and he twisted the string of his necklace between his fingers, swinging his legs softly where he was sitting on the edge of the smooth rock, "But now, another question remains - when you find Keir again, will you still be able to look upon his now bloodthirsty, hate-filled eyes like you used to? Knowing his corruption was the price for your life?"
Betrayal Confession
"Jack." Deimos paused, fingers gripping the metal threshold shakily, waiting for the other to respond, "There's... something I need to talk to you about."
Within the cockpit, Jack was organizing his things, namely placing some wrapped up sweet protein bars and a chocolate milk bottle inside a small locker beside his pilot chair. He looked over his shoulder, "Yeah!" Jack smiled, "Of course, what is it?"
Deimos cringed, crossing his arms over his chest and taking a shaky, deep breath, trying to keep himself grounded for what he was about to confess, "So." He began, searching his mind for the words, "This... t-this isn't easy for me to say, but I need to." The alien stammered, resisting the urge to change the subject before he could even start.
When he continued, he tried to keep his voice even, a pragmatic tone that did nothing to hide the panic and guilt underneath, "Your capture by the Junction, the reason why it was so sudden, so easy for them, it... it was because of me. I did it."
Jack frowned, slowly straightening his posture as his face fell into an expression of pure anxiety - it was clear he had already understood what he'd meant but didn't want to believe it, "... What do you mean?"
"I mean I set you guys up!" Deimos blurted out, closing his eyes for a moment. There was a long, painful silence spread out in the space between them, the weight of those words weighing them down as if the ship's artificial gravity had been turned to the maximum.
The young alien noticed as Jack faltered, anxiously grasping the leather seat of the pilot chair beside him, hands beginning to shake. He noticed how his brother looked away from him, face pale, eyes filled with a painful mix of betrayal and rising panic.
Deimos raced to try and soften the blow of those words, hating himself more and more with every passing second, knowing the damage was already done, " Jack, I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I made a mistake. And... I took the easy route to f-fix it." He grimaced, nails digging into his own arms, painfully. Deep down, Deimos figured he deserved to feel the pain, seeing the sadness in Jack's eyes, knowing he'd inflicted it.
He sighed, finishing his explanation, "The Junction offered me a deal. I took it. I set you guys up and for that - I'm sorry."
Jack seemed about to pass out, and when he looked back at Deimos, the young alien hated the hurt bubbling behind his brother's kind eyes, as the other spoke, "O-oh. Oh, okay. Um. Why?"
His voice was nothing like the confident, upbeat tone he usually had. It was quiet, and frazzled, flickering like a dying lamp - and right now, Deimos would do anything to take back the deal he'd made.
The alien spoke again, searching for the words to fix this, when there were none, eventually, he settled for simply being honest, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done what I did - I know. I-... I know I was probably weak but - I was... so scared. I wouldn't be able to handle what Eldora would do to me if she captured me again. I can't even stand the thought of going through... all that, again."
Jack still wasn't looking at him, staring vacantly at the floor. With his augmented hearing, Deimos was able to catch the phrase his brother had muttered under his breath, apparently despite himself, "...but what the Director is doing to me, that's okay to you, huh?"
Deimos felt his world crash, wanting to curl up and die at how defeated Jack sounded. He hated how much he knew his brother believed the words he'd just muttered - he hated how much Jack didn't even seem surprised.
He stepped forward, "No! No, it's not!" Deimos almost yelled, desperate to make Jack understand this was all just a mistake. That he never should've left them in the first place, all those years ago. His voice softened, and he reached forward slightly, "You're my brother, I would never want you to get hurt. I-I didn't even think it would get to that -!"
Jack flinched away, stepping back, almost curled in on himself, as he cut the other off before he could finish his sentence, "Well, you should have!" He snapped, and Deimos had never heard such a bitter rage in Jack's voice. It took him off guard, freezing him in place.
The young pilot continued, "Everyone... everyone told me I shouldn't trust you again. When you came back. But I did. I really... really did." As Jack looked back at Deimos, the blue-haired alien wished he hadn't. Something had changed, behind his kind eyes, like a broken mirror, never to be the same again - and Deimos knew he was the only one to blame for it. Jack growled, tilting his head slightly, "Only to find out that all this shitstorm that's happened, all this pain we went through - what he did to me - was because..."
His voice broke, " - Because of you?"
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Heads Up Seven Up!
Thank you for the tag, @alinacapellabooks (here)!
"Ever consider that we are specks of dust in the endless void of eternity, bound to be forgotten and erased?" Nikolay said, laying on his bedroll, staring up at the stars above with wide eyes.
Declan, who was sleeping on the other side of the camp, rolled to the side to look at him, yawning. "No." He says, exhasperatedly sleepy, "Nikolay, have you been drinking?"
The other young man shrugged, humming to himself. "Eh. Not really, no. I was just... thinking out loud."
Declan couldn't suppress a chuckle, "Hm. Let's make an exercise to think inwardly then."
"But what's the fun in that?" The other asked, still looking up at the starry sky, seemingly unaware that Declan didn't really want to talk right now.
The alchemist groaned, "The fun is that someone gets to sleep in this camp."
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Writing Share Tag!
A snippet from Scrapyard Boys, that I am quite proud of (:
"Y'know, this is almost like a hobby to me. Hunting mutants." The masked man laughed, crowbar in one hand, gun in the other, "Yeah, it's kinda wild."
On the ground, nonchalantly, Josh rolled around to lie on his back, looking up at the man, "No, it's just sick."
The strange man paused, tilting his obscured face to the side, voice muffled by the thick mask, "You know why I'm gonna disagree with you-?"
Josh rolled his eyes, seemingly busy with something else, "I don't, but I'm pretty sure you're about to tell me."
The man didn't answer, simply kicking him over with enough force to send him careening to the side. Instead of crying out, Josh laughed - an out-of-breath sound that sounded more like crying.
A few feet away, bound up on her knees, Erin chided in, a frantic mix of panic and annoyance in her voice "...Josh, shut up. Are you out of your mind?!"
Josh stopped laughing for a moment, pulling himself up in a disjointed motion, like a possessed ragdoll learning to move - quite a disturbing sight that halted even the masked man in his tracks. His eyes crackled and swirled with pitch-black energy, and his voice was warbled when he spoke again, "No, I'm not," He giggled, the sound alternating between deep and bellowing and shrill like a broken computer.
Erin noticed that his hands were now unbound - broken, but unbound - and saw the familiar shape of his summoned nightmares beginning to loom over him like a shadow. She said nothing. He tilted his head to the side, neck cracking unnaturally, and then finished his sentence, eyes zeroed in on their attacker, multiple voices overlapping, "But he will be, soon."
The masked mobster growled, leveling his gun at the young man and firing. As the glowing bullet whizzed through the air, Josh and his shadows were faster, swatting it aside with a laugh, before - with a shrill, blood-curdling shriek, the shadows advanced on the masked one, digging into the man's mind like inky tendrils.
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Writing Share!
Let's go with a line from Supernova Initiative!!! Gabi's POV
The agent began, voice monotone and reeking of false sympathy, “He has lied to you -”
Gabi laughed, cutting off the woman's spiel, "Wow. Such news! You think I don't already know that?" She tilts her head with a puzzled smirk, "And that I already forgave him? You can't seriously expect me to side with the Junction instead of with the man who raised me. Are you forgetting that before he had to lie to me, you guys lied to him first?”
The woman on the other side of the metal table continued, face and voice unchanged, as if she barely heeded the girl's words. “Does it not matter to you that he is the one who killed your true family?”
Gabi rolls her eyes, looking at the woman with mock pity, "Aw. Cute try!" She taunted, eyes narrowing like razors, "And who lied to him about the mission, huh? Hm? You did. Who saved me from the aftermath, once he realized what had happened? He did. Your government used him to kill them - which means the real killers are your people. He was just your murder weapon.”
Her words were cold and precise, like an exacto knife cutting right through the woman's prepared droning of bullshit she didn't care enough to hear. "Would you be mad at the one holding the trigger with premeditated intent, or at the unsuspecting gun that fired the bullet?"
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Art!!!!!
Ayo check out the sketches I just made of Adrien Rosetrom and Luke Katt (from Scrapyard Boys) and a bonus beginning sketch of Nahrieh (from The Crystal of Ash).

Adrien - Pink coat, dyed hair, smoking cigarette
Luke - Bruised, dark jacket, green powers
Nahrieh - Long haired horned fey
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