"I'd Destroy The World To Protect You" But It's A Parent/child Relationship

"I'd destroy the world to protect you" but it's a parent/child relationship

Unusual Associations Tag!

Thanks for the tag' @thecomfywriter (here)!!! I'll go with Damon Vaille from Scrapyard Boys for this one!

Seasoning: Coffee or Basil

Weather: A warm summer night at 3AM with a pitch-black sky lit up by orange street lights

Color: Graphite Grey

Sky: Comforting night skies, either smoky in the middle of a city or starry in the middle of nowhere

Magic Power: Umbrakinesis/Shadow Manipulation/Shadow Waponry Generation, Teleportation, Augmented Speed, Night Vision

Plant: Pastel pink roses

Weapon: Bare fists, baseball bat, shadow weaponry, pocket knife

Social media: His setting's version of Youtube and Spotify

Candy: Strawberry & Cream candy

Fear: Being unable to protect his friends/losing his loved ones, being forced to obey his worst enemies, being forced to relive the past

Method of long distance travel: A beat-up hover-car

Art style: Cartoons

Stationary: Stickers, scrapbooks and paint

Celestial body: Blue-Straggler Star

Tagging (gently): @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@the-golden-comet, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@topazadine, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

Taglist for Scrapyard Boys below the cut 🧪

Scrapyard Boys Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@thecomfywriter, @the-letterbox-archives, @differentnighttale

@wyked-ao3

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

Heads Up Seven Up!

Thanks for the tag, @topazadine (here)!

Seven lines from Supernova Initiative!

The girl, a young woman around his age, with curved horns stopped by the glass entrance to the chambers, "My parents don't want our people to get involved in this war. But they don't see that the war is already here."

She shakes her head, a thick accent painting her words in uniquely, gravelly, and warbling, but yet soft and melodious. It seems like a voice made to be spoken underwater.

"I will help you guys - because Thalassen needs to remain independent." The girl declares, with a decisive liveliness to her words. She pressed a sequence of buttons on the chamber's outer wall, and the double glass doors slid open.

Inside, Jack and his crew still watched, practically dumbfounded, as she beckoned them forward, "Now, shall we?"

Jack looked at her, then back at his friends, with a breathless chuckle, still not moving from where he was standing, "Alright, but who are you...?"

The girl smiled, sharp like rows upon rows of tiny shark teeth, "I'm Lyorna." She paused, then suddenly squeaked as if she'd forgotten a little detail. "The Admiral's daughter and all that. What about you, stranger?"

"I'm just a thief." Jack stammered, as a sea of hushed whispers and gasps coming from his friends at the fact that they were meeting such an important figurehead's daughter. "O-oh, and my name is Jack. Jack Tithus."

He quickly added, and the girl's - Lyorna - joyous smile increased only just slightly, apparently oblivious to his crew's momentary whispering. Something in her wide-eyed stare, like big pools of dark blue ink, told them she seemed somehow amused or had found the exchange endearing.

She extended a webbed hand towards him, "Nice to meet you, just-a-thief." Lyorna poked fun at his earlier slip up as they shook hands, with a wink, "Now let's go, before Papa finds out and feeds you to the Kherllar out in the Ocean."

Tagging (gently): @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @the-letterbox-archives, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cauliflowermaterial

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

Tag List (Supernova Initiative) below the cut ✨

Supernova Initiative Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3,

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@elshells, @thecomfywriter

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

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?"

Tagging (gently): @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab, @winterandwords, @eccaiia,

@the-letterbox-archives, @illarian-rambling@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart,

@ray-writes-n-shit @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess,

@forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix@i-can-even-burn-salad

@cauliflowermaterial @thepeculiarbird,

@clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes,

@starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

Writing Share!

Let's go with a snippet from the last flashback/backstory chapter from Kye Thalax's past (a.k.a. the day his Dad dies when Kye is a kid and leads to his revenge arc as an adult)

They didn't stop running for a while. Eldora's men were persistent, and both of them knew they would likely get killed for the treason of... escaping from her grasp. Neither of them wanted to - much less after experiencing a little taste of freedom for a year.

Still, her wrath was about as unavoidable as the Reaper's cold embrace. From where he was held in his Dad's arms, Kye had not yet seen the men following them, ever since they'd lost track of them - but he thought he saw one, up on the rooftop of one of those bright silver buildings. There was a flash of red light, barely noticeable, following them, like a laser from those movies he'd seen.

"Dad?" The seven-year-old asked, nervous, as he tried to see what the man on the rooftop was about to do. Damen, panicked, didn't answer - he'd said they needed to get to some ship. That if they got there in time, they would be safe.

But right now, as the red dot continued to follow them, Kye wasn't so sure. He tried again, this time tugging, gently, on his father's ponytail, "Dad!? Dad, what's that?"

Damen looked at him, still running, frazzled "Dear, now's not -"

He cut himself off, stopping and looking over his shoulder. Kye noticed how his eyes narrowed for a moment, and his pointy, frost-white ears twitched, a second before a sharp something whooshed through the air.

His Dad jumped to the side, curling around him and keeping the boy out of view. Meanwhile, a glass capsule flew right into his leg, shattering and spilling a dark grey, bubbling liquid into the wound. As Kye peeked from under his arms, the strange red dot was nowhere to be found.

A moment later, Damen finally dared to move, looking frantically over his shoulders and around them to see if the shooter was still taking aim. When he looked at his own leg, fingers gingerly brushing against the wound, he gasped, freezing for a moment.

Kye didn't know what his Dad had seen or recognized, but if his reaction was anything to go by, it wasn't something good. It would only be years later that Kye would look back at this moment in time and recognize this strange liquid as... poison.

His Dad had been poisoned. But now in this very instant, all that he knew, was that his Dad was scared. And he was terrified too.

Supernova Initiative Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@elshells, @thecomfywriter

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

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."

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @the-letterbox-archives, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid,

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG