#duskwrites

[goldenfox3]

A certain someone keeps weighing on Robert’s mind, much to his chagrin.

After much writer's block and struggle, chapter 13 is finally up 🥳

#f-zero #f zero #gx #dr stewart #gomar #shioh #mighty gazelle #thousand five #duskwrites #falconstewart #0307

[duskdragon39]

Title: the shells of my hollowed-out dreams Fandom: Animorphs Characters: Original Chee and Yeerk Characters, Original Characters Warnings: Memory Loss Summary: They get there too late, in the end.

Hello I am inflicting our OCs on the world, now. By which I mean that this is entirely out-of-context OC nonsense set in a spin-off of the Animorphs universe. By sheer technicality this is canon compliant.

(Universe co-written by @serethespider and @laurenbrightwing)

#Animorphs #The Fuckening #duskwrites #going to go work on final essays now lol

[nikkywrites]

Find The Word Tag 31

Thanks for the tag @thanatostouch! My words are past, dread and lost. From Masks and Trust.

Past

"I don't know," she admits, quieter, the words hard for her to speak, evidently, for the way she swallows hard after speaking them.

Vega sighs. That's the crux of everything now, wasn't it? She didn't know.

And it's understandable, of course, but. She doesn't know. All this time of seeing how she's been and who she's tried so hard to be and she doesn't know if the knowledge of her past ruins that.

It's understandable but she doesn't understand.

Dread

She swallows her bite and places the rest on the bag, flattening it with her palm. She takes a drink, hoping the liquid will wash the dread away though she knows it won't. It's like her paranoia -- it's always there, to some degree, but sometimes it's so heavy it's all she knows.

Lost

"I didn't... think about that."

Vega's throat seizes around a scoff she struggles to swallow. Of course she didn't. [The Director] loved to say the worst and Incandescence was his little pet. His favorite. Of course he wouldn't tell her otherwise. Not when she had such a big heart.

Or-- maybe not.

Maybe she didn't, not like Vega thought. Maybe [the Director] had successfully stoned her heart from ever sympathizing (or, Heaven forbid, empathizing) with Villains. All his propaganda successful. Too loud for Vega's claims to overshadow.

"People seldom do. Easier to call them evil and a lost cause and be done with it."

Tagging (no pressure): @crazy-like-us @duskwrite @aalinaaaaaa and @afoolandathief to find the words misplace, overshadow, understandable, crux and evidently.

#find the word tag #find the word #snippet #writing snippet #excerpt #wip masks and trust #wip mat #disaster lesbians #post identity reveals #arc: coffee shop #oc celeste #oc vega #hero celeste #villain vega #super world #hero world #the director is in brackets because I’m not 100% sure that’s what he’s gonna be called #past is probably my favorite of these three but the last sentence of dread is a strong contender

[quirkycatsfatstacks]

Manga Monday: In the Clear Moonlit Dusk Vol. 5

Series: In the Clear Moonlit DuskWriter/Artist: Mika YamamoriPublisher: Kodansha ComicsReleased: July 25, 2023Received: Own Find it on Goodreads | Summary: Yoi has always been known as “the Prince.” This is because she’s so handsome that people have trouble thinking of her as anything else. The fact that she acts princely certainly doesn’t help things. Given this life, Yoi is completely…

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#Cover #In the Clear Moonlit Dusk #Kodansha #Kodansha Comics #Manga #Manga Monday #Manga Mondays #Mika Yamamori #romance

[cavaliant]

Baby Daein army aged Zelgy ramble drabble times :/

~

Zelgius had always known that his time in Daein’s army could not last. Though it is not a particularly easy life, living amongst those who do not know what he is is far preferable to remaining with a family who conveys with every look that if they could undo their ties of blood...they would.

He’d had no plans for what would come after. Vague thoughts of travelling, perhaps to Begnion, to Crimea--anywhere that would take a nameless soldier with a penchant for hiding his face. He feels no particular love for Daein, no matter that he was born here. Any nation would do. Anyplace where he could continue honing his skills, testing his blade--even if no other nation would grant him the privilege of being in the presence of General Gawain.

The man before him smiles, saying nothing. Though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, his expression is serene, almost gentle, like...like nothing Zelgius has ever seen before. At least not directed at him. They are nothing to each other, mere strangers who’ve met by chance, and yet...the lord sage has already expressed a desire for his company. Even knowing who he is, what he is, he wishes for Zelgius’ aid.

He is not so arrogant as to believe that he is truly needed by the man. Even standing here before him, he can sense a sort of power hanging over him, weighing down the air around him almost as strongly as the melancholy that seems to suffuse his very being. He has not promised Zelgius redemption, nor told him what kind of aid he seeks. Only that they are similar in circumstance, and that he will no longer be alone.

“...That is enough.”

The sage’s smile widens ever so slightly, and--he almost feels as he does when he finishes a particularly gruelling duel, or when he witnesses General Gawain fight. Like he’s accomplished something, somehow, even though all he has yet to do anything at all. There’s a hand on his shoulder, a touch as light as a brush of wings over his skin--and then it’s gone again, but the smile remains, as do the fathomless eyes that seem to pierce right through his deepest fears and desires.

If redemption is impossible for someone like him, then...perhaps it would not be so terrible to face damnation by his lord sage’s side.

#muse: zelgius #duskwrites

[hattiechllds]

THE GODKILLER — who would you hunt to the ends of the earth?

“I’ve not yet met a person worth doing so - but I’m certain if someone like that exists we’ll meet soon.”

#a; duskwrit #duskwrit

[paintedsins]

Are we brothers? I would like that very much.

"they never speak of how the brother sits in waiting in the parable of the prodigal son. do you think he sat like jotham as he watched abimelech tear his family apart with his bare hands for a disillusioned dream, or do you think he would have walked into the massacre just to feel closer to his brother?” 

send a line from the terror !

#ask memes. #[ emi turn on ur FUCKing location so i can fight u ] #[ icb i had to be hurt like this. and for what. for WHAT. ] #[ also i'm sorry but u r getting vague bible references everywhere i am. lowkey really really pleased w ] #[ how these two idiots have aligned perfectly with my main book The Bible in these bits ] #duskwrit #the romantic.

[terrorhqs]

Please unfollow the following blog(s). The role of THE ROMANTIC is now open.

@duskwrit​

#thqunfollow #we'll miss you dear !!

[fair-fae]

I did not know that there's more to Faye than meets the eye, and that new knowledge actually is a lot more interesting! So that changed my mind just like that, I ought to read more of your writing from her :D. Also calm down duskwrite lol

It’s always good to have some information before making judgments! Most of it’s there in Faye’s wiki, and snippets have been shown in my writings for Faye or hinted at with some of the character inspiration and aesthetic things I reblog! Personally, characters that put it all out there or are one-dimensional are what I usually find the least engaging. It’s wanting to know more that drives both me OOC and often my characters IC to keep interacting. So that is how I try to play Faye, and why I try to keep the balance of teasing but not flaunting that there’s more to her than just a spoiled, pretty noble lady who likes tea and fancy dresses.

Also @diskwrite-ffxiv‘s reply was totally fine! I understand the ask was for the anon prompt, so it wasn’t unwarranted by any means, but it would have been kinda rude if it had been out of the blue, and in general it helps for any negative opinion to have some constructive criticism (i.e. why you found Faye uninteresting and what suggestions you have to change it) to go along with it so the recipient can know why you feel that way and what they can potentially improve upon should they choose! 

[goldenfox3]

Suggestiveness, sincerity, and service with a smile.

Jody lends Stewart her mechanic. They hit it off better than expected, especially for John.

And today on my pairing roulette: Stewart/Tanaka 🥳

#f-zero #f zero #gx #0326 #dr stewart #john tanaka #jody summer #duskwrites #aasb

[duskdragon39]

If you are so inclined. Trick or treat?

:O

For you, a trick:

The heart of the matter is this: a sense of place is a sense of perception. It's community and communication and history, bound up into physical location.

The problem with Avery Marsh is that. Well. When you excise someone's community, his ability to communicate, and half his history - how can you expect the location to make up the difference?

#Watching waiting sings the lighthouse at the end of the universe #to a man with no way to listen. #and maybe the greatest trick of all of them is this #that a mile away lies a sleeping woman #who has no mouth to scream #who dreams of speaking ruins and haunted halls #Avery Marsh #duskwrites #duskanswers #the rock man and the raven #(she's a crow but listen it's about the alliteration)

[quirkycatsfatstacks]

Manga Monday: In the Clear Moonlit Dusk, Vol. 4

Series: In the Clear Moonlit DuskWriter/Artist: Mika YamamoriPublisher: Kodansha ComicsReleased: June 6, 2023Received: Own Summary: Yoi has always been known as “the Prince.” This is because she’s so handsome that people have trouble thinking of her as anything else. The fact that she acts princely certainly doesn’t help things. Given this life, Yoi is completely unprepared for the attention of…

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#Cover #In the Clear Moonlit Dusk #In the Clear Moonlit Dusk Vol. 4 #Kodansha #Kodansha Comics #Manga #Mika Yamamori #princes #romance

[cavaliant]

The adults tell him stories of Lady Lachesis sometimes, what they can remember of her. They say that she was a lioness, a spitfire, a terror on the battlefield. That she stood noble and elegant, unwavering in the face of any obstacle. That her determination drove her to ever-greater heights, to fight ever onwards for her ideals, even in the throes of her grief.

To Diarmuid, she sounds like a legend. A goddess made flesh. But perhaps that is part of the problem. He doesn’t need a goddess. He doesn’t want a legend, a hero, a martyr. All he wants--all he has ever wanted--is to have his mother back. To have his family back.

He knows she never wanted to abandon him. Edain says as much, stroking his hair with soft, mournful eyes, as she tells him how much his mother loved him. He knows that she only went to get his cousin, so that they could all be together again, one big happy family. And though Edain is as kind a Mother to them all as they could ask for...he has no right to claim her as his mother. Just like he has no right to claim Oifey as his father, or his uncle, or his brother. Family is everything, in Jugdral--and the issue of family can also so easily tear one apart.

So he does not ask them to give such a name to the bonds he cherishes so deeply in his heart. Instead, he takes the carved wooden comb his mother had left behind--a relic of her previous pampered life--and drags it through his hair. If he shuts his eyes, he can pretend it is her hands, gentle on his head. His father is long gone now, but--his mother might still be out there.

It’s a foolish hope, he knows. One born of a child’s desperation to be special, to be loved. To be cherished more than anyone else in the world. Many of the other children here have lost loved ones as well. He is hardly the only orphan among the children of Tirnanog. But the hope of seeing her again...of seeing what remains of his family again...it’s what keeps him moving forward, no matter what Oifey says about his kindness and strength.

He doesn’t have grand goals. Of course he wants everyone on the continent to be able to live in peace and happiness. Of course he wants to be someone strong enough for people to rely on, someone who can make it so that no child will ever have to grow up in fear again. But most of all...he just wants to see his family again.

If he ever gets that chance, no matter what they think of him...nothing will stop him from letting them know how much he loves them. And nothing will ever separate him from them again.

#muse: diarmuid #duskwrites #v: jugdral

[paintedsins]

THE NOBLE — what is the greatest ideal of your childhood?

“i once believed a story-weaver even as they spun me into silk nooses. i thought him the world because he was one - multiple - all of them.” 

he thinks he can taste copper with how hard he bites down on lips, willing for some stillness from the tremblings that wait on the edges of hands. 

“... he is both my golden calf and my crucifix. even after everything, it is still everything.” 

send a character for a question

#ask memes. #[ fuck you emi ] #[ ain't nobody hurt him like his own brother and that done got me fuck't up ] #[ elmo simmering.gif ] #duskwrit

[goldenfox3]

(WIP...? Unfinished snippet?) Time traveller Rob gets dangerous aka I was gonna sleep early but divine inspiration hit me at ass o'clock as usual and I scrambled to write this down before it left me.

I hestitate to call this part of Möbius verse because I originally had a scene envisioned where Rob purposely gets himself sent on the fateful Zoda mission and blown up instead of the Summers because he is, in his mind, "less important to the timeline" (only to wake up to both Summers crying on him in his hospital bed). However, the idea of a darker Stewart would not leave me—what would entice such an upstanding man to become more ruthless? What else, if not love and the pursuit of good? Taking a page from Hold Me Like a Grudge Rob's book, here is that what-if.

~

Zoda is…a large part of the timeline, as reprehensible as Robert finds it. As much as his life was manipulated from the start to be part of it. Acting against him means spiralling off into the great unknown, the vast oceans of unpredictability where even greater dangers could lurk.

What happens is this: Robert is, this time, assigned to a certain fateful mission. He follows along behind the Summers, where he belongs. Where he’s always belonged. There’s a shootout, which Robert holds his own in.

Then Zoda steps out with the rocket launcher, aimed straight at Robert’s entire world. His Summers.

What happens is this: white-hot fury, cold flames devouring all sense and reason. What happens is the unwavering hands of a surgeon discarding his gun for another. Robert may specialise in robotics, but he’s also a chemist, a biologist. A scientist in every sense of the word. He knows exactly how to bring a body back from the brink of death or to send it there in an instant if he chooses.

What happens is this: Robert aims his gun armed with degenerative serum and fires. And fires. And fires.

People often scream when they’re in pain. It’s something Robert’s heard many times as a surgeon. It’s something he imagines is unsettling to others who don’t have the background he does. He must have grown numb to it, because the sound of Zoda shrieking as his flesh and bones dissolve into ashes does nothing but bring about a grim satisfaction.

“No one,” he starts, silken steel in the ringing silence, “no one gets to hurt what’s mine.”

Cleanup is easy, after that. The rest of the crooks either hightail it double time or have lost their nerve enough that they’re easy to subdue. Robert tucks his guns back into their holsters, checks that his knife is still attached, and looks up to find Andy standing in front of him with a stricken expression. Jody hangs back behind her brother like she hasn’t since she was a child.

“Doctor,” Andy chokes out.

The frigid flames blazing within him die out abruptly, replaced by all-too-familiar churn of guilt. Not for killing Zoda, though he’ll doubtless have to deal with far too many consequences. For letting the Summer siblings see that side of him. For making them watch as he murdered someone in the worst way possible. For claiming to do it for their sake. As if he hadn’t done it for his own selfish heart.

#duskwrites #duskwips #dr stewart #falcon densetsu #mobius

[duskdragon39]

POV!

Kaya's neighbor disappears on a warm August afternoon. She thinks Jay's out, at first - getting a new job maybe, after the way the last one ended so spectacularly. But he's not back that weekend, or the weekend after that, and three weeks after she last sees him she's pretty sure he's either dead or been dragged off by the local court.

(It's not anyone who can trip into a circle and then trip back out a week later. She still has hope. But... once they have their claws in you, they don't let go, and Kaya knows that better than most. The fact that he lasted as long as he did, with how pretty he was?

Yeah. It's a shame he caught their eye - she'd have appreciated the chance to get to know him better.)

Four weeks after Jay disappears, a kid triggers his old wards, and she and some of the others from the local spellcasting net have to spend the next two hours untangling him from the time stop. The kid looks incredibly disappointed when he's finally dropped out of the trap - and how Jay pulled time magic off Kaya doesn't want to even ask.

Jay's apartment (read: abandoned bit of the undercity) is just that - abandoned. Food's been left to rot on the shelves. Various odds and ends cover the counters and tabletops and shelves, some looking like they've been half-sorted or put away. Kaya sighs, throws away the food, and locks up behind the 'net.

It's not the first time she's had to deal with the aftermath of the courts dragging someone in.

(And, if a very familiar kid with oddly sharp teeth moves in a few days later, well - she's not going to mention it to anyone either. It's about time she had a neighbor again, anyways.)

#crack fic #REM #duskwrites #the fate side of the fate/animorphs crossover #I have no idea if Kaya's still around in game I just made her up #feat. Chrys being incredibly disappointed that TG has disappeared #TG