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Writing Share Tag!
Thanks for the tag @drchenquill (here)!
This is a scene that will take place a bit further down the line in Supernova Initiative but I wrote it today and couldn't wait to share it so here it is!
(Spoilers for Supernova Initiative under the cut)
The door wooshed open and Zenyth stormed into the room, his boot's heels clacking loudly as he walked, practically stomping on the polished stark white concrete. "Where the fuck is Jasper?!"
In the high table, the Syndicate looked down upon him with a myriad of different expressions - a mocking, patronizing air being the main one.
The High Councilman, sitting in the center of the half-circle that was the table, answered lazily, barely looking up from the holographic screen in front of him. "Somewhere else, until you fulfill your end of the bargain. Are you certain that's pertinent information as it stands?"
Zenyth seethed, closing his hands into fists "He's my son! Of course, that's 'pertinent' information. You have no right- "
The man looked at him then, a smug smirk on his face and a condescending lilt to his voice that made Zenyth want him dead even more "But we do," He tapped his fingers on the shiny lacquer surface of the table, "You should've thought of that before dealing with us. We want those weapons, and you assured us AstroCorp would provide them."
Zenyth smiled, so vitriolic it seemed more like a snarl than an actual smile. All things considered, the latter was probably more suitable to the context.
"And my company will provide those weapons, as was agreed, once I see the benefit in allying my resources with your cause. And kidnapping my son isn't doing your case any favors here."
The High Councilman cut him off, teasing "Oh, since when did you - an anarchist, the most infamous weapons dealer in the system - start being picky with your clientele? Isn't your whole M.O. 'profit before anything else'? You don't exactly have the moral high ground, anywhere."
Zenyth answered, crossing his arms over his chest, " That may be true - but as a businessman, I want to ensure I'm siding with the winning side. There's no profit in funding a lost cause, much less in a civil war. That would just be bad business." He tilted his head slightly to the side as he continued, narrowing his eyes "Either way, my son has nothing to do with this - he has, literally, nothing to do with the deal. Or with the company."
The other's smirk grew even more unbearable and his voice dripped saccharine like rotten candy "Well, now he does. Besides, I'm starting to like this new arrangement quite a lot - the genius founder of AstroCorp is now my obedient puppet, ready to supply as many weapons as I need, whenever I require them. For as long as my army needs him to. Quite beneficial."
The other members of the Syndicate, who had been rather silent until then, exchanged a look - a silent toast to their not-so-small victory. He should've seen this coming. After all, this was a business of sharks and any weakness would be sniffed out like blood in the water from a mile away - Zenyth cringed at how overconfident he'd been to think he had the upper hand.
Still, that didn't wound his boldness. In fact, the amount of paternal rage he was feeling right now only bolstered his defiance. He gave the High Councilman a venomous glare and this time, he was the one who smirked. "Or... maybe one day you'll wake up to a bomb under your bed and that shit-eating grin of yours will get splattered into smithereens halfway across the galaxy with everything in this fucking base if you don't give me back my son."
Hushed whispers from between the members of the council echoed from the high table and around the vast hall. The two men glared at each other for a long moment, but then the High Councilman broke the silence.
With a laugh.
"Are you sure you want to make that threat?" The older man asked, standing up, before gesturing at the holographic screen in front of him, casually, as if Zenyth's prior threats were no more than the annoying buzz of a fly "Because I've got at least five, very trigger-happy, soldiers waiting in the other line - and they're itching to hear their next command."
Zenyth said nothing in response, mouth forming a thin line as he took in the implications of the not-so-unspoken threat. His eyes practically boiled with rage, and if a glare could kill, each one of the Syndicate's members would be dead a long time ago.
The High Councilman leaned forward, "Thought so. Are we in an understanding?"
Zenyth took a long while to answer, simmering in his anger and using all of his willpower not to do something irreversible right now. After a long, drawn-out moment that felt like a whole minute, he answered "Yes."
With that, he didn't even wait for the other to say anything else and spun in his heels and beelined it out of the hall as fast as he could. Mind racing, his thoughts were torn between the impulsive urge to kill the entire Syndicate and trying to figure out a way to locate his son.
And he knew exactly who to call to bring this place crashing down.
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Writing Share Tag
Thanks for the tag, @willtheweaver (here)!
Since I'm still doing edits to Supernova Initiative and have yet to write more snippets I can post without spoiling the whole thing, I'll go with a future snippet from my superhero WIP Mutant Inquiries!
TW. Absent parent/parental abandonment, mentioned addictive substance (superpower serum), implied teen delinquency, and overall a generally shitty narcissitic mom
(Context, Elijah Donovvan's absent mother, Janet, stops by his apartment to pay her sons - him and Rhett - a visit. Elijah is less than thrilled about it, for a myriad of reasons, and leaves for his vigilante duties after telling her some much-needed truths.)
"What are you doing here?" Elijah asked, deadpan, as he held the apartment door ajar, effectively blocking the woman from entering.
She huffed out a chuckle, maliciously oblivious, "Isn't it obvious?" The woman took a step forward, placing a hand on his shoulder, "I'm visiting my sons."
Her gaze grew suddenly ice cold when he brushed her off, but Elijah couldn't care less. "Hm." He hummed, sticking his chin out, "Well, that's funny, 'cause I wonder why." The teen narrowed his eyes, bitter "After all these years, what the fuck do you want? You left. I thought it was pretty damn clear you wanted shit else to do with us."
Janet gasped, "Now, don't be rude, Elijah. " Her voice was authoritative, nagging. Just as he remembered. "You know nothing of what I went through, and this tone you're using is, quite frankly, offensive-"
At that, Elijah cut her off, "Oh, excuse me. I'm offending you now?! Sure." He scoffs, this time taking a step forward of his own, "Cause you were being the 'Parent Of The Year' when you walked out on your husband and two sons." His voice was sharply sarcastic, dripping venom. "Rhett's in the fucking hospital again, and you want to talk about 'my tone'?"
Janet crossed her arms over her chest.
"It's not my fault that boy has such an awful taste in friends. Now you're just being unreasonable."
Elijah pinched the bridge of his nose with a huff, "Well, maybe Rhett wouldn't be so hooked on that damn super-serum if mother dearest had stuck around after his twelfth birthday. Just a thought. " The teen narrowed his eyes, "He idolized you, do you know that? And quite honestly, watching my big brother get involved with gangs because he wanted escapism isn't exactly a kid's dream life y'know. But it was the life I had."
Janet's gaze turned soft as if understanding. He knew she wasn't, and he could practically see the gears turning and scheming happening inside her mind, "Look. I'll admit my choice wasn't ideal. I was young," She smiles, waving a hand outwards as if it could dismiss all of her wrongs, "Everyone makes mistakes when they're young - it's human to want to experience another, wilder side of life at times. But I'm here now, and I am family." She tried to push past him and walk into the apartment. Elijah didn't move his arm from the threshold, holding her back, "You should respect that."
"No, you're not my family." Elijah bit out with a dark chuckle that sounded like anything but a chuckle, "Dad is my family - he was everything you never cared to be. Rhett is my family, for all his faults and trouble, at least he was here. Is here." He shouldered past her, closing the door behind him and locking it. Elijah adjusted his backpack on his shoulder and started walking down the corridor, "You are less family to me than the next-door neighbor."
He chuckled as he heard the sound of her testing the doorknob to see if it would open, followed by the click-clacking of her heels on the polished concreted as she took off after him, and spun around nonchalantly, walking backward to end the conversation before another started, "If you excuse me, I've crime to stop and a cybertech industry to take down. Don't pester the doorman on your way out."
And with that, he turned around once again, stopping by the elevator doors and pressing the button to call it to this floor.
Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,
@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling
@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit
@leave-her-a-tome, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers
@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid
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Out of Context Line Snippet Tag!
Thanks for the tag, @the-golden-comet (here)! Not really an out of context line tag but rather using this as a Writing Share Tag for a snippet I really liked to write, but here we go!
Let's go with another excerpt from Scrapyard Boys, shall we? (:
There was the sound of a door slamming, followed by the shuffle of a backpack being dropped and a few unintelligible mumbles, as the lilac-haired young adult trudged into the apartment, turning on the light.
Rhys peeked around the corner of the cramped lobby, "Uh. Hi, Adrien!" He said, a bit louder than he intended to, but that on its own didn't really matter, because as soon as he opened his mouth, the other had scrambled away so fast it looked he'd practically somersaulted back towards the door will a yelp.
Rhys' mouth turned to a thin line, still smiling by the way, as he remained planted in the entrance of the room. Meanwhile, Adrien pressed himself against the farthest corner of the room, grasping at his own shirt like an old woman clutching her peals.
After a moment of awkward, wide-eyed silence, Adrien finally spoke, panting for air, "Ok, firstly-" He looked at Rhys, then at the other twin sitting on his couch like this was just another Tuesday, and brows furrowing as he tried to grasp what was going on, "What. The. Fuck?!!"
Rhys opened his mouth to reply, but behind him, Gwyn spoke up first, "Told you that we should've turned on the light." She said, nonchalantly.
The male twin whirled around, "But if we had turned on the light he wouldn't have even walked in! Then all this trip would be for nothing, wouldn't it -" As they began to bicker, the young adult cleared his throat.
"Um. Hold on." He speaks up like an awkward student about to ask the teacher a question, "Lights aside, are none of you going to address the fact that you literally broke into my apartment. On the third floor. And didn't you guys live half a country away, at that old fucker's house? How the fuck did you even find me?"
Rhys spoke up, "That's kind of a long story," He cringed, running a hand through his tousled hair, "And in short: you left the window open so we just made a little ice stair and climbed up to here; no, because Grandma-Dearest pawned us off to a lab where we spent out past three years, and Gwyn" She waved giddily at Adrien after the mention of her name, "- May or may not have found your address after hacking into your social media account." He said it all in one breath.
Adrien blinked once, then twice. On the third time, he pinched the bridge of his nose, sighed, and shouldered past the teen standing in the lobby, "I am far too fucking sober for this shit but a'right." He sighs again, "Whatever."
Noticing that the twins seemed to still be expecting some sort of confirmation, "Yes, that means you can stay." He said, with an exasperated roll of his eyes, lighting a cigarette, "There's pizza on the fridge. I think."
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@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling
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@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers
@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid
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(Another) Writing Share Tag
Let's go with my newest side (twisted fairytale/dark fantasy) WIP, Crooked Fable, for this one!
(Context: This story starts out as a traditional Fairy Tale but then takes a turn and gets progressively darker and larger scale than usual fairytales lol. So you can probably guess what this scene leads up to doesn't exactly end well)
Nadya, the Queen, took a long sip of tea, sitting at the small, ornate table by the window as she spoke, a smile on her crimson lips, "I saw you with that... boy, yesterday, dear. You ventured out into the woods, did you not?" The girl, Maisie, stopped in her tracks, straightening out her flowy gown as the soft summer breeze flowed from the window into the small tea room. "... Y-You did?" She stammered with an awkward smile, mouth straightening into a thin line, "Well, he's my friend, we just went for a little walk." Nadya chuckled, giving the girl a matronly knowing look as she set down her cup on the table, "Oh, I'm no dummy, dear." She turned to Maisie with a slight shake of her head, voice percolated with sweetness, "You've been sneaking out of the castle for the past month every day - that, and I saw the look in your eyes," The Queen paused, tilting her head as she turned - almost imperceptibly - more serious, but still smiling, "We both know he's much more than a friend to you." Maisie made a surprised little sound, more akin to a squeak, and her cheeks flushed bright pink, "Oh." She fiddled with the hem of her glittering corset, "I'm not that sure yet." The girl bit her lower lip as if holding a lovestruck giggle, before being unable to contain herself and speaking out again, almost stumbling over her words she was speaking so fast, failing to notice the slightly smug smirk in her aunt's lips, "Well, Rory is indeed wonderful! He showed me the most beautiful meadow and we read books -" The Queen cut her off, "And he's a blacksmith's apprentice. Is he not?" Maisie deflates, voice shifting from joyous back to anxious in a flash, "Yes," She tilts her head, nervous about where this was going, "But why do you ask?" Nadya smirks, but this time all hints of matronly care and sweetness have left her expression, leaving the sight cold and calculated. "Because you are a Lady - my sister's only heir. And he's a peasant." She says with a distinct look of disgust, dismissing the word with a wave of her hand, "Whatever is going on between the two of you, it needs to end, my dear." The girl shakes her head, speaking through gritted teeth, "You don't know what you're talking about -" Her aunt cuts her off again, and this time, her tone is imposing and harsh, like the one she uses in Court to get other nobles to heed to her words. "Maybe not, but what I do know is that I will not tolerate my niece strolling around in the woods with some random pauper she met in the city! What kind of Queen would that make me?"
Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,
@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @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
Writing Share Tag!
Thanks for the tag, @kaylinalexanderbooks!!! I'll go with a scene from the Ch.1 of Scrapyard Boys, Adahm's POV.
Sinew and bone crunched under his fist as it connected to the soldier's face throwing the man across the room, nose split, blood coating the floor making it slick. Adahm chuckled, shaking his fist off the impact and watching the man crush the furniture behind him - he could hear the others, footsteps stomping on the stairs just outside, guns cocking. But he didn't rush - oh, no, no, no.
Adahm took his time.
Twirling his dagger for a moment, he slowly crept closer to the fallen merc, stepping over the dismembered body of his previous victim. The man didn't look so menacing now that he was scrambling back, limbs flaying over the broken chips of wood that once were the hotel's bedside table. "N-no, no! Please," The merc begged, his back hitting the wall - the gun in his hand clicked pathetically, no bullets left to shoot, "Look. We…we can settle on somethin'! I'll leave, you can get all the m-money from the bounty, 5 million dollars, all yours." He saw the man smile anxiously, trying to bargain, "Y-you don't have to kill me!"
Adahm didn't stop, his boots breaking the shattered bits of glass on the floor as he continued to stalk closer, his face unreadable except for his emotionless smile. The soldier had nowhere to go, his stupid decision to come after them had sealed that fate. He could still hear the other soldiers getting closer and closer as he crouched over this one, tracing the side of the man's cheekbone with his dagger, a feather-like touch.
"I don't want the money," Adahm said, voice a honeyed, but almost disembodied whisper, tilting his own head as the man flinched away from the tip of his knife, "That's not the issue. It never was. The problem is that you and your crew are looking for someone who doesn't belong to you. I know you work for the labs - I know they paid you to take my brother from me, didn't they? To cut him up, chop him up like a little guinea pig for Vhoss' studies."
The merc shuddered, shaking his head vehemently while the words fell dead on his lips, scrambling to try and deny the question, but the truth was undeniable. Adahm scoffed, his eyes scanning the man's struggle almost pityingly, before his grip on his knife tightened, "See? There you have it. And you know that I just can't let that happen," The young man's voice was a bitter chuckle, leveling his knife for the man's neck, almost sounding disappointed, "You never should've come after him."
Before the merc could react, Adahm plunged the dagger into the man's throat, silencing his pleas as he twisted the blade up into his skull, before stabbing the limp body again, again and again. Once he was satisfied, he leaned forward onto the blade, catching his breath in ragged gasps before he ripped the knife off the man's shredded chest and stumbled into his feet.
His ears twitched towards the sounds - the soldiers were in the hallway now, almost behind him. He ran a bloodstained hand through his long strands of hair, pushing it out of his face as he turned to the door, standing behind it like a haunted house animatronic. and started counting.
1 second. The men moved closer, their movements calculated - he could hear the clinking of their rifles against kevlar suits that wouldn't save them now - he chuckled. 2 seconds - they stopped somewhere down the hallway, their captain barking orders, and Adahm's smile widened, revealing bloodied fangs, his thin mouth a snake's maw. 3 seconds - and as they moved into the room, his shrill, snake like hiss was the last thing any of those mercenaries would ever hear as he pounced in for the kill.
Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,
@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling
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@differentnighttale
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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,
@thepeculiarbird
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@thecomfywriter, @the-letterbox-archives, @differentnighttale @wyked-ao3
Let me know if you'd like to be added!
Writing Share Tag
Thanks @mysticstarlightduck for the tag! The goal of this is to just share a piece of writing, so I'll be sharing an excerpt of an unnamed new WIP lmao.
"8 a.m. Some girl’s heartbroken warbling is the first thing to greet me at the start of the day. At some point, it was my favorite song, but somewhere along the line I’d developed a Pavlovian rage response to the snappy beat and angsty lyrics. It would be nice if I could replace it. My eyes water as I fight to pry them apart beneath the layer of sleep gunk. It didn’t feel worth it sometimes, to bother getting up and going about my life. But if there’s one thing I’ve never grown accustomed to, it’s hunger.
I stumble through my routine in my half-awake haze. Teeth, face, hair, clothes. I’m downstairs before my eyes are fully open. As much as I hate going hungry, I’m not excited for breakfast. It’s all just mouthfuls of ash. A glance at the clock says it’s 8:15. I leave a wicker basket filled with blankets on my window sill, then get started on breakfast. Buttered toast and tea. 8:30. The bird’s nest sitting precariously atop the edge of my roof falls and lands in the basket. The eggs are unharmed. I bring them in.
9 a.m., I pack my bag. The weather report says it’ll be sunny out. I grab my umbrella. The landline rings. I ignore it. I don’t bother locking the door as I leave. Next door, my neighbor’s getting ready to mow her perfectly-manicured lawn. She smiles, all teeth, and comes over to greet me. I’m on my bike before she can get a word in. The last thing I want is to get stuck in conversation with her. By 9:30, I’m in the grocery store. The fluorescent overhead lights buzz and flicker as I fill my bag with random snacks, power-walking through the aisles. The 16-year-old clerk tries to call out to me, but I leave without paying. He doesn’t get paid enough to chase me, and I need to be out before 10:15. I don’t like getting shot. I’m gone before the robber even arrives in the parking lot. By 10:30, I’m at the edge of the woods.
It’s stupid. It’s so fucking stupid, but there really isn’t anything else I can do. The trees loom over me, warning, beckoning. It’ll end the same as it always does, but they invite me to try again all the same. Maybe it’ll be different this time. Maybe the 10,000th time’s the charm. Maybe I’ll fail again, the way I have hundreds of times before, and some cosmic entity will laugh as I get up at 8 a.m. and do it all fucking over again.
I head into the treeline."
Gently Tagging: @nemaliwrites, @disastardly, @amaiguri, and anyone else who wants in!
Writing Share Tag!
Thanks for the tag @drchenquill (here)!
This is a scene that will take place a bit further down the line in Supernova Initiative but I wrote it today and couldn't wait to share it so here it is!
(Spoilers for Supernova Initiative under the cut)
The door wooshed open and Zenyth stormed into the room, his boot's heels clacking loudly as he walked, practically stomping on the polished stark white concrete. "Where the fuck is Jasper?!"
In the high table, the Syndicate looked down upon him with a myriad of different expressions - a mocking, patronizing air being the main one.
The High Councilman, sitting in the center of the half-circle that was the table, answered lazily, barely looking up from the holographic screen in front of him. "Somewhere else, until you fulfill your end of the bargain. Are you certain that's pertinent information as it stands?"
Zenyth seethed, closing his hands into fists "He's my son! Of course, that's 'pertinent' information. You have no right- "
The man looked at him then, a smug smirk on his face and a condescending lilt to his voice that made Zenyth want him dead even more "But we do," He tapped his fingers on the shiny lacquer surface of the table, "You should've thought of that before dealing with us. We want those weapons, and you assured us AstroCorp would provide them."
Zenyth smiled, so vitriolic it seemed more like a snarl than an actual smile. All things considered, the latter was probably more suitable to the context.
"And my company will provide those weapons, as was agreed, once I see the benefit in allying my resources with your cause. And kidnapping my son isn't doing your case any favors here."
The High Councilman cut him off, teasing "Oh, since when did you - an anarchist, the most infamous weapons dealer in the system - start being picky with your clientele? Isn't your whole M.O. 'profit before anything else'? You don't exactly have the moral high ground, anywhere."
Zenyth answered, crossing his arms over his chest, " That may be true - but as a businessman, I want to ensure I'm siding with the winning side. There's no profit in funding a lost cause, much less in a civil war. That would just be bad business." He tilted his head slightly to the side as he continued, narrowing his eyes "Either way, my son has nothing to do with this - he has, literally, nothing to do with the deal. Or with the company."
The other's smirk grew even more unbearable and his voice dripped saccharine like rotten candy "Well, now he does. Besides, I'm starting to like this new arrangement quite a lot - the genius founder of AstroCorp is now my obedient puppet, ready to supply as many weapons as I need, whenever I require them. For as long as my army needs him to. Quite beneficial."
The other members of the Syndicate, who had been rather silent until then, exchanged a look - a silent toast to their not-so-small victory. He should've seen this coming. After all, this was a business of sharks and any weakness would be sniffed out like blood in the water from a mile away - Zenyth cringed at how overconfident he'd been to think he had the upper hand.
Still, that didn't wound his boldness. In fact, the amount of paternal rage he was feeling right now only bolstered his defiance. He gave the High Councilman a venomous glare and this time, he was the one who smirked. "Or... maybe one day you'll wake up to a bomb under your bed and that shit-eating grin of yours will get splattered into smithereens halfway across the galaxy with everything in this fucking base if you don't give me back my son."
Hushed whispers from between the members of the council echoed from the high table and around the vast hall. The two men glared at each other for a long moment, but then the High Councilman broke the silence.
With a laugh.
"Are you sure you want to make that threat?" The older man asked, standing up, before gesturing at the holographic screen in front of him, casually, as if Zenyth's prior threats were no more than the annoying buzz of a fly "Because I've got at least five, very trigger-happy, soldiers waiting in the other line - and they're itching to hear their next command."
Zenyth said nothing in response, mouth forming a thin line as he took in the implications of the not-so-unspoken threat. His eyes practically boiled with rage, and if a glare could kill, each one of the Syndicate's members would be dead a long time ago.
The High Councilman leaned forward, "Thought so. Are we in an understanding?"
Zenyth took a long while to answer, simmering in his anger and using all of his willpower not to do something irreversible right now. After a long, drawn-out moment that felt like a whole minute, he answered "Yes."
With that, he didn't even wait for the other to say anything else and spun in his heels and beelined it out of the hall as fast as he could. Mind racing, his thoughts were torn between the impulsive urge to kill the entire Syndicate and trying to figure out a way to locate his son.
And he knew exactly who to call to bring this place crashing down.
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@sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,
@winterandwords, @cowboybrunch, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling
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@leave-her-a-tome, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers
@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid
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Writing Share Tag!
I just started writing the first (out of three) main chapter of Kye Thalax's backstory and I am so sorry for my boi 😭. I don't wanna suffer alone writing these chapters - and they are important for his character arc as a grown-up later on - so I'm posting a snippet of his backstory Ch.1 for feedback and whatnot here!
BUT MAN I AM SAD. I cannot wait for Kye's Revenge Arc after writing these backstory chapters 🔥
(Also it is a pretty dark Backstory snippet so, TW for - Dark themes, Abuse/Domestic Abuse, and Lady Eldora being the shittiest mother and wife in the entire galaxy. Though I'm being honest that whole villain is TW in her own right.)
Kye peeked into the war room, standing on his tip-toes to peek behind the obsidian black stone doors, watching the conversation unfolding within with anxious, flitting eyes.
"You are seriously the most worthless man I have ever met," Came Eldora's voice, his Mother's voice, condescending and sharp like a razor, "I gave you one simple task at the gala last night. All you had to do, was look pretty and convince those stupid diplomats to bend the knee."
She chuckled, dark and bitter, and Kye hated how the sound made his Dad's shoulders curl in on themselves as the young man stood before her. After the short, pause, Eldora continues, rage visibly building up within her, as she tilts her head, "And somehow you manage to make a scene and embarrass me in front of all those people!"
She ends her sentence with a yell, shoving the young man with such force he is basically thrown across the room, toppling some chairs and a vase, before hitting the wall. There was a yelp of pain as he watched his Dad push himself off the wall with some difficulty, and, even though hidden by the doors, five-year-old Kye could see Damen's hands beginning to shake.
"I'm sorry Milady," His Dad's voice is flat and pained, and despite the fire in his eyes, he does not rise from the ground as he speaks, keeping his head bowed. "Y-You're right. I have failed you. I… I am sorry."
Kye felt his heart sink as if drawn to the furthest reaches of the planet's core. He willed his small, kid legs to move, but yet, he remained rooted in place, fear - or some sort of innate self-preservation wisdom - keeping him from trying to intervene.
Eldora growls, striding forward with thundering steps that send a shiver down Kye's spine until she's standing over Damen. "Y'know, one day that 'I'm sorry', isn't going to cut it." She grasps his chin, claws digging into his pearl-white skin, "You're lucky you are my consort and you need to look presentable. Though you'd better know how to act like it, or there'll be worse consequences. Understand?"
Kye saw as his father nodded fervently, the young man's bright blue eyes staring emptily at the warlord, fearful "Yes, Lady Eldora. Forgive me."
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(Another) Writing Share Tag
Let's go with my newest side (twisted fairytale/dark fantasy) WIP, Crooked Fable, for this one!
(Context: This story starts out as a traditional Fairy Tale but then takes a turn and gets progressively darker and larger scale than usual fairytales lol. So you can probably guess what this scene leads up to doesn't exactly end well)
Nadya, the Queen, took a long sip of tea, sitting at the small, ornate table by the window as she spoke, a smile on her crimson lips, "I saw you with that... boy, yesterday, dear. You ventured out into the woods, did you not?" The girl, Maisie, stopped in her tracks, straightening out her flowy gown as the soft summer breeze flowed from the window into the small tea room. "... Y-You did?" She stammered with an awkward smile, mouth straightening into a thin line, "Well, he's my friend, we just went for a little walk." Nadya chuckled, giving the girl a matronly knowing look as she set down her cup on the table, "Oh, I'm no dummy, dear." She turned to Maisie with a slight shake of her head, voice percolated with sweetness, "You've been sneaking out of the castle for the past month every day - that, and I saw the look in your eyes," The Queen paused, tilting her head as she turned - almost imperceptibly - more serious, but still smiling, "We both know he's much more than a friend to you." Maisie made a surprised little sound, more akin to a squeak, and her cheeks flushed bright pink, "Oh." She fiddled with the hem of her glittering corset, "I'm not that sure yet." The girl bit her lower lip as if holding a lovestruck giggle, before being unable to contain herself and speaking out again, almost stumbling over her words she was speaking so fast, failing to notice the slightly smug smirk in her aunt's lips, "Well, Rory is indeed wonderful! He showed me the most beautiful meadow and we read books -" The Queen cut her off, "And he's a blacksmith's apprentice. Is he not?" Maisie deflates, voice shifting from joyous back to anxious in a flash, "Yes," She tilts her head, nervous about where this was going, "But why do you ask?" Nadya smirks, but this time all hints of matronly care and sweetness have left her expression, leaving the sight cold and calculated. "Because you are a Lady - my sister's only heir. And he's a peasant." She says with a distinct look of disgust, dismissing the word with a wave of her hand, "Whatever is going on between the two of you, it needs to end, my dear." The girl shakes her head, speaking through gritted teeth, "You don't know what you're talking about -" Her aunt cuts her off again, and this time, her tone is imposing and harsh, like the one she uses in Court to get other nobles to heed to her words. "Maybe not, but what I do know is that I will not tolerate my niece strolling around in the woods with some random pauper she met in the city! What kind of Queen would that make me?"
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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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Writing Share Tag!!!
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"What are you doing out here?" Cassiopeia stood by the metal staircase leading to the glass-domed hangar of the ship, at the center of which Meridian was sitting, staring through it at the starry cosmos above and around them in wonder.
The robot replied, dejected, but not tearing their eyes away from the sight before them, "Couldn't sleep."
Cassie began walking down the stairs, her fluffy slippers squeaking on the smooth floor, and cocked an eyebrow at the robot's peculiar answer, "... Do sentient robots sleep?" She asked, hesitantly, as if afraid to come across as rude or ignorant, "I didn't know that."
Meridian hummed, a whirring, metallic sound that somewhat sounded like a kitten's purr, "Not really. A robot can turn itself - uh" The robot stopped himself at the slip up, looking at their hands for a moment, shaking their head, before correcting the mistake "-themself off like a computer or a machine. But its not really like human sleeping. Lately I've been trying because, maybe, with some practice, I can learn to sleep the human way. I'd like that."
From where she was standing, coming ever closer to her friend, she noticed the robot's sheepish, slightly hopeless smile as they declared the forlorn, guileless plan they intended to put into practice. The sheer sadness of what this meant took her off guard, so much so that, for a moment, Cassie didn't know what to say.
She sat down beside them, shaking her mind back to the present and gave them a kind smile in return, "Well... trying is a good start!" The girl began, looking up at the stars as well as she wrung her hands anxiously. A thought crossed her mind, and she voiced it out loud, "Hm. Maybe I could research some ways to rewire your systems, safely, so we can figure out together a way to help you do human stuff like sleeping." She chewed on her lip, "If you'd like my help."
At that, Meridian gasped, finally looking at her, eyes practically glowing with happiness, "Oh. For real? You... you really think it could work?" Their voice, albeit synthetic and mechanic, was filled with the most hope and wonder she'd ever heard in her life.
She couldn't help but feel the same as she answered, "Well, only one way to find out!" The young inventor said with a bright, optimistic smile. If she was being completely honest, she didn't actually know if it could be done - but she was certainly going to try.
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Writing Share Tag!
Thanks for the tag, @kaylinalexanderbooks!!! I'll go with a scene from the Ch.1 of Scrapyard Boys, Adahm's POV.
Sinew and bone crunched under his fist as it connected to the soldier's face throwing the man across the room, nose split, blood coating the floor making it slick. Adahm chuckled, shaking his fist off the impact and watching the man crush the furniture behind him - he could hear the others, footsteps stomping on the stairs just outside, guns cocking. But he didn't rush - oh, no, no, no.
Adahm took his time.
Twirling his dagger for a moment, he slowly crept closer to the fallen merc, stepping over the dismembered body of his previous victim. The man didn't look so menacing now that he was scrambling back, limbs flaying over the broken chips of wood that once were the hotel's bedside table. "N-no, no! Please," The merc begged, his back hitting the wall - the gun in his hand clicked pathetically, no bullets left to shoot, "Look. We…we can settle on somethin'! I'll leave, you can get all the m-money from the bounty, 5 million dollars, all yours." He saw the man smile anxiously, trying to bargain, "Y-you don't have to kill me!"
Adahm didn't stop, his boots breaking the shattered bits of glass on the floor as he continued to stalk closer, his face unreadable except for his emotionless smile. The soldier had nowhere to go, his stupid decision to come after them had sealed that fate. He could still hear the other soldiers getting closer and closer as he crouched over this one, tracing the side of the man's cheekbone with his dagger, a feather-like touch.
"I don't want the money," Adahm said, voice a honeyed, but almost disembodied whisper, tilting his own head as the man flinched away from the tip of his knife, "That's not the issue. It never was. The problem is that you and your crew are looking for someone who doesn't belong to you. I know you work for the labs - I know they paid you to take my brother from me, didn't they? To cut him up, chop him up like a little guinea pig for Vhoss' studies."
The merch shuddered, shaking his head vehemently while the words fell dead on his lips, scrambling to try and deny the question, but the truth was undeniable. Adahm scoffed, his eyes scanning the man's struggle almost pityingly, before his grip on his knife tightened, "See? There you have it. And you know that I just can't let that happen," The young man's voice was a bitter chuckle, leveling his knife for the man's neck, almost sounding disappointed, "You never should've come after him."
Before the merc could react, Adahm plunged the dagger into the man's throat, silencing his pleas as he twisted the blade up into his skull, before stabbing the limp body again, again and again. Once he was satisfied, he leaned forward onto the blade, catching his breath in ragged gasps before he ripped the knife off the man's shredded chest and stumbled into his feet.
His ears twitched towards the sounds - the soldiers were in the hallway now, almost behind him. He ran a bloodstained hand through his long strands of hair, pushing it out of his face as he turned to the door, standing behind it like a haunted house animatronic. and started counting.
1 second. The men moved closer, their movements calculated - he could hear the clinking of their rifles against kevlar suits that wouldn't save them now - he chuckled. 2 seconds - they stopped somewhere down the hallway, their captain barking orders, and Adahm's smile widened, revealing bloodied fangs, his thin mouth a snake's maw. 3 seconds - and as they moved into the room, his shrill, snake like hiss was the last thing any of those mercenaries would ever hear as he pounced in for the kill.
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