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koredemolition · 20 days
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Minthara breakup
(I do hate those lines they make no sense, but for my playthrough it works and I wanted to write my drow durge Qu'nin's response.) “If you believe love is a greater power than all of that, you are stupider than I fear.”
The world broke around Qu’nin as he heard Minthara. Qu’nin felt himself start to laugh as he spoke.  How long had he fooled himself if this is what she thought.
“Power?” Qu’nin threw his head back laughing before snapping back to stare into Minthara. “You think what Bhaal offered was power?”
Qu’nin stepped closer to Minthara, now inches from her face. 
“What Bhaal offered was a leash, a collar, a chain.  I thought you knew that Minthara, I thought you understood that. I thought you understood me. Now I see I overestimated you, now I see how you were captured so easily” 
Qu’nin knew Minthara would not let it show if his words hurt, but he hoped they did.
“If you want to speak of love and power then let's speak of love and power. That first night we spent together? The first night without the absolute in your head, do you remember the silence? The feeling of having your own mind back? That night Bhaal called for your death, when I had held your face in my hands the first thing I wanted to do was snap your neck. Do you think it was love or power that saved you that night? Do you think it was power that made me come for you in moonlight towers?"
Qu’nin hadn’t even realized he’d grabbed Minthara until they felt the tip of a dagger in his chest. With a sigh and disgusted look Qu’nin shoved Minthara away. 
“Get out of my sight Minthara” 
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accio-sriracha · 3 months
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Catching Feelings - Wolfstar (6,400)
Ooohhh I love this one! It's one of my favorite wips :)
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If there is one fact that will always remain true, it's this: James Potter is the most oblivious person known to man.
Remus and Sirius decide to put this to the test with increasingly obvious hints to them dating. They continue this fake relationship much longer than they had expected, James never once catching on.
When the pair begins to act the same even when James isn't around, they realise they may be in even deeper than they thought.
And a (not so) small snippet!!:
"Do you think Prongs will notice it's missing?" Remus asked as they took a late night walk to the astronomy tower under James' cloak.
"Oh please, Prongs doesn't notice half the things that go on around him." Sirius laughed, "I wouldn't be surprised if he walked right past an entire classroom caught on fire."
"He's not that oblivious." Remus protested, rolling his eyes. Sirius raised an eyebrow,
"Oh, really? Just last week he asked me why Mia Gardener and Cory Baker were holding hands. They've been dating for three years, Moons."
"Well that's just because he's not all that close with them." Remus shrugged, "If you were to start dating someone, I'm sure he'd pick up a lot quicker."
"You want to bet on that? I'd trade all the galleons in the world that he wouldn't even notice for the first month."
"Alright fine, I'll bite. Say you start pretending to date someone, you need to drop hints at him, show him you're together without really saying it."
"And they need to be close with us, that way Prongs will see the difference between the way they normally act and when we start pretending to date." Sirius added.
Remus nodded, "Okay, so who can we trust to keep this a secret? It can't be Marlene or Dorcas since they're already together, and it cant be Alice since she's with Frank. It'll have to be someone that makes sense, otherwise everyone else will be suspicious."
Sirius laughed suddenly as they made their way up the stairs, "I have an idea... but you're not going to like it."
Remus already didn't like the expression he had on, but sighed despite himself,
"Go on then." He said as they took off the cloak, emerging out onto the top of the tower and into the cool night air.
"You." Sirius said. Remus laughed, then stopped when he realised Sirius wasn't joking,
"Really?" He asked incredulously, "Me?"
Sirius shrugged, "I'm bi, Moons. It's not a big deal for me to be with another guy. Plus, you fit all the criteria. You're close with Prongs, close enough that he would notice us acting differently, you're close with me, that'll make it more believable that we discovered some bullshit about finding love where you least expect it. And you're good at keeping secrets, I know you won't go telling Prongs the moment my back is turned."
Remus shook his head, "Yeah, sure, that's all great Pads. You're just missing the fact that I'm not bi." He pointed out. Sirius waved a hand dismissively,
"So what? That makes it even better. We can pretend it's a secret relationship. That way it'll be even more believable that we're all close and touchy without telling him outright that we're together."
"This is going to come back to haunt me, I just know it." Remus mumbled.
"Oh stop whining and help me set up already, would you?" Sirius said, lifting up one side of the blanket. Remus sighed and took the other half, they laid it out on the ground, pulling out the pillows they had brought in Sirius' bottomless charmed bag.
"I still can't believe you make me do this every month." Remus muttered as they laid down next to each other. Sirius pointed up at the sky,
"Do you see that?" He asked, just like he always did.
"What is it, Pads?" He asked, following along with their script.
"That is the moon. It's beautiful, even though it's full of imperfections. Sometimes it seems a little scary, but it's nothing to be afraid of." He whispered, a soft smile on his face, "It may seem lonely up there, the little moon surrounded by all that darkness, but if you look closer, there are hundreds of stars all around it. Those stars won't ever leave, they'll be there every night, right there by the moon's side. And the Moon and the Stars will stay in the sky forever, just like they were always meant to."
Remus turned his head to face Sirius, watching as he spoke the words he had memorized many, many moons ago.
"If you ever think you're alone, just look up at the moon-"
"And see the stars surrounding it." Remus finished.
"You're my favorite moon." Sirius whispered.
It wasn't a part of their usual script, but he said it every once in a while and it always filled Remus with so much hope.
Hope for himself and his friends, hope that one day he could truly look up at the stars and know everything was going to be alright. Hope that Sirius would really always be by his side.
"You're my favorite star." He whispered back.
Sirius continued to stare up at the sky, his expression peaceful. Remus didn't move, he wished he could have someone to look at him the way Sirius looked at the night sky. He let himself get lost in the moment, until he eventually fell asleep.
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"Moons." Sirius' voice stirred him awake. He groaned, tucking his head back into the pillow,
"What?"
"Come on, we need to go." Sirius was shaking his arm. He shut his eyes tighter,
"It's Saturday, Pads, we don't need to go anywhere."
"You're right, it's Saturday. We stayed out all night, we need to go."
Remus finally opened his eyes to bright light. He realised three things all at once.
The first, was that his pillow wasn't actually his pillow, it was Sirius. He was laying on Sirius' chest.
The second was that they were still up in the astronomy tower, laying on the blankets they laid out the night before.
The third was that it was morning. They had stayed out all night.
"Fuck." Remus muttered, shooting up so quickly his vision went fuzzy.
"Yeah, I know." Sirius stood as soon as Remus' weight was off of him, gathering pillows and blankets into his bag, "Prongs is gonna kill us."
"Prongs? You're worried about Prongs right now? What about McGonagall? She'll have our heads if she finds out we were out past curfew all night."
"At least McGonagall is bound by law not to physically hurt us." Sirius pointed out, "Think about how crazy he gets when he doesn't know where we are for a few minutes. Now think about what he's going through now."
"He'll just look at the map." Remus shook his head, "What's the big deal?"
Sirius held up the map in his hand, "Moons, we have the map. And the invisibility cloak."
Remus nodded, "Shit, okay, you're right. Prongs is gonna kill us."
They ran back to the Gryffindor Tower, praying the others would still be asleep.
"Honeydukes!" Sirius shouted when they were halfway down the corridor to the portrait hole. He had to repeat it a few times before the Fat Lady gave them a dirty look for waking her up so early, swinging her portrait forward with a string of grumbled complaints.
"Fuck, we made it." Sirius doubled over, trying to catch his breath. Remus nodded, an exhilarated laugh escaping him, 
"I was positive we were going to be caught." He smiled. Sirius gave a breathy laugh too, holding out the map and cloak to Remus, 
"Go put this back before Prongs wakes up and sees it's missing." He whispered.
"Too late." The lights in the common room flicked on. Lily sat in the arm chair closest to them, her arms folded across her chest. The others were there too, James paced behind them, biting at his nails.
Lily shook her head, "Really, Remus? Did you think nobody would notice you gone all night?" She asked.
"Where were you? Do you know how worried we've been?" Peter added, shaking his head, "Prongs nearly went to McGonagall over this. We would have sent out a search party if Lily hadn't convinced him to wait." 
"It's my fault, I asked Moons to sneak out with me and we lost track of time and fell asleep. We're okay though, promise." Sirius told them immediately.
"Something could have happened to you!" James finally exploded, "I've been standing here for two hours, Sirius. Two hours wondering where you could possibly be! Do you remember what it was like for me when you would run away? When I would go days without hearing from you? I could only sit and imagine all of the things that could have happened. You promised me you would always tell me where you were, Sirius. Especially after what happened last year." 
If the tone of his voice didn't portray his level of frustration, the way he spoke Sirius' given name did. Sirius lowered his head, silent as James continued, 
"Do you know what it's like? To wake up in the night and see your best friend's beds empty? You told me you were going to be studying in the library, that you'd be back in an hour. I wake up the next morning and you still haven't come back. Do you know how terrifying that is?"
"Prongs-" Remus started, James held up a hand, 
"I trust you more than anyone to understand how important it is that we are all honest with each other about where we are, Moony. If you say you'll come back in an hour, come back in an hour. Am I clear?" He gave them both a stern look that would make McGonagall proud, "Never scare me like that again."
Sirius nodded, "I'm sorry, Prongs." He whispered, there was a tear sliding down his cheek. James shook his head, striding over and pulling Sirius into a hug, 
"Never scare me like that again." He repeated, holding Sirius tightly.
It was common knowledge between them all that James' family had raised Sirius ever since they were young. James was more protective of Sirius than anyone, because he had been there when Sirius would show up from his mother's house, bruised and shaking. 
James was whispering quietly to him, not letting him out of the hug.
Remus looked to Lily, she was watching him with the same fierce, protective look in her eyes, "I hope you can give a good explanation for all of this later." She told him, then nodded towards the stairs, "Go get some sleep. You look exhausted."
Remus nodded, handing the cloak and the map to Peter. He walked silently to their dorm, listening to James' quiet whispering from below.
He couldn't believe they had been so stupid, of course their friends would be worried about them. Remus could tell he would lose his mind tearing the castle apart if he had woken up to any of his friends missing when they said they'd be coming right back.
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"Moony?" Peter's voice came from the doorway a little while later. Remus rolled over to face him, 
"Yeah?" He whispered.
"Padfoot told us about your tradition." He spoke softly, "Is it true?"
Remus sat up, nodding, "Yeah. He takes me there once a month."
Peter gave him a kind smile, "You know I love you, right?" He asked, "We all do."
"I know, Wormtail. Thank you."
"I was worried sick about you guys. You're all I have, really." He confessed. Remus sighed, 
"I know, I'm sorry we're such idiots."
Peter shook his head, "What Padfoot did for you is not something you should feel sorry for. Sure, you guys fell asleep, whatever, it happens. I'm just glad you're okay."
Remus smiled, "Thanks." He mumbled.
Peter nodded and walked over to his own bed, climbing in and turning off his light. Remus sighed, resigned to wait for Sirius and James to come back.
He fell asleep before he ever heard them.
~~~♤~~~
He woke again to the sound of James' alarm.
"Fuck." James groaned, fumbling a hand blindly at his clock until he managed to shut off the beeping, "Rise and shine, arseholes. Thanks for keeping us all up last night." 
Remus rolled his eyes, pushing the blanket off of him, "Yeah, yeah. We get it, you're never letting this go."
"You're absolutely right about that one, Moony."
"Can everyone shut up for five more minutes?" Sirius groaned, the curtains around his four poster still drawn shut. Sirius was the only one who slept with his curtains closed, so he wasn't able to see the dirty looks the other three had thrown at him.
"Wakey wakey, sunshine." Peter pulled them open, letting in the light from the window, "Breakfast time."
They met up with Lily, Mary, Marlene, and Dorcas in the common room and made their way down to breakfast as a group. Sirius and Remus walked beside each other as usual, but Remus couldn't help thinking it felt different this time.
"Pads?" He whispered, Sirius hummed, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, 
"Yeah, Moons?"
"Are we still going through with this?" He asked, leaning in closer to make sure they weren't overheard, "You saw how upset Prongs was last night."
Sirius shrugged, "He'll get over it. Remember that time I stayed out all night by the lake? He nearly killed me when I came in the next morning. He was back to normal by breakfast once he knew I was okay. You'll see." 
Remus nodded, "I hope you're right."
"Oh, but I'm always right, Moons. Just like with our bet, I'll be winning in no time. Prongs wouldn't notice even if we made out on the table in front of him" He gave Remus a wink. Remus rolled his eyes.
He tried not to focus on the odd flip his stomach gave at those words.
"You're on." He whispered, "We start now."
~~~♤~~~
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vandijkwrites · 5 months
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Of Art & Augury: An Interactive Fiction WIP
Genre: Historical Fantasy Format: Text-based interactive fiction Tags: Text-based, historical fiction, romance, fantasy/magic, art and artists, late 19th century Paris Current Status: Drafting (NaNoWriMo 2023 Project)
Synopsis
As a writer for one of the top Parisian society gazettes, you've advised many readers about the up-and-coming artists of the Paris Salon. The best painters there know how to weave subtle enchantments into the likeness of their subject to make the image come to life but, recently, something had been going wrong with the magic. It's up to you to head to the academy and figure out to truth for yourself.
Setting
Set in Paris at the end of the 19th century, you will explore the city and the art exhibitions of the academy. This version of Paris has an undercurrent of magical power which artists use to create enchanted artwork for society.
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Odette [F]
Occupation: Commercial Lithographer Artistic Inspiration: Alphonse Mucha Odette is an Austrian artist who moved to Paris to start her career as an artist. She has little formal training and started her career by taking any artistic work she could get her hands on. Now she does mostly lithography for product advertisements and theater posters.
Sainte [M]
Occupation: Journalist Artistic Inspiration: Édouard Manet Sainte was born in Paris and studied under a successful portrait artist from a young age, but left his studies to pursue journalism for reasons he doesn't like to talk about. Now, he works as an art critic for a Parisian newspaper, covering the Salon and other exhibitions.
Armand [M]
Occupation: Portrait Artist Artistic Inspiration: John Singer Sargent Armand has been passionate about art for most of his life and moved to Paris from New Orleans to start his studies when he was still young. He has been studying portraiture ever since and has already painted portraits for some very influential young socialites.
Helene [F]
Occupation: Socialite Artistic Inspiration: Berthe Morisot Helene is a Parisian socialite who fell in love with painting during her private art education growing up. Although her family encouraged her to keep painting, they refused to let her receive any education in enchantment, a requirement for being taken seriously in artistic society. Ever since, she has been trying to teach herself magic in secret.
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lexi-the-demon-69 · 4 months
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Flabbergasted
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hey-adora · 4 months
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ALSO now that i’m actually posting stuff for original wip… have some art?? including a really shitty world map i made for outlining/plot reasons but would give a makeover before publishing
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helvelloides · 5 months
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WIP INTRO · UNSEEN
GENRE: Horror, Supernatural, Mystery
STATUS: First Draft
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THE HARPER BROTHERS Didn’t believe in the paranormal. Ghosts and spirits were nothing more than a figment of the imagination to them. However, young and opportunistic, they were willing to do just about anything to make a quick buck. Even if it meant lying. ELEANOR MARIE PARKER Is at her wit’s end. A curse passed down from first-born daughter to first-born daughter landed in her lap, and no matter what she did, she couldn’t quite shake it. So, despite her reservations about paranormal investigators and their methods, she found herself sending out letters to every crew she could. Only one crew responded. Faced now with an increasingly real threat, the three find themselves inexplicably tied together as they work to untangle a web of lies and secrecy. All the while something grows ever closer, lurking within the shadows, waiting for its chance to strike.
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honipaii · 7 days
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I love this cabezón
+ a drawing of my persona (both of them in an Apocalypse AU I dreamt about weeks ago)
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isalisewrites · 2 months
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Answer to WIP game
All right, @monsieurclavier, let me start with Ghost Harry. It's been about two years since I saw this prompt. I have no idea which user posted it here on tumblr, so if anyone sees this and knows, just let me know. But here was the prompt:
“Harry Potter! I killed you!” screams the Dark Lord in disbelief. “And now I am haunting you,” says one cheerful boy-who-didn’t-live. “Why? Did I not reunite you with your dear family and friends?” sneers Voldemort. “Well, you chose me, didn’t you? I am your chosen one. I will always be your chosen one.” The boy smiles widely. Too widely.
I never got very far with this one, but here's the fun little snippet:
He’d won, but at what cost? His sanity, it seemed. Lord Voldemort had won it all. He had defeated that wretched boy, had brought the Wizarding World to its knees, and now he had the power to restore it to its true power and glory. But nothing could ever go just right for Voldemort, now could it? “You’re dead,” whispered Voldemort. “I killed you. You’re supposed to be dead!” The wraith floated around him, grey and pale save for those vibrant, unearthly green eyes. The bespectacled boy shrugged. “I am dead.” “But not dead dead,” hissed Voldemort. “Why are you here bothering me?” He sneered. “Didn’t you want to be reunited with your dear family? What of your friends? They’re waiting for you.” “I suppose they are,” said the boy, though his expression aged him. “Unfortunately, something is keeping me tethered here.” He gave Voldemort a pointed look. “Any idea why?” “Why should I know?” “Well… I am the chosen one, your chosen one. We’re linked, aren’t we?” Harry Potter smiled widely - too widely - his Avada Kadavra eyes glowed with an ethereal light. “Looks like we’re stuck together for now.”
You didn't say which original idea, so I'll link to this one that another friend asked about because I think it's an interesting process of turning a fanfic idea into an original idea.
And finally: The Wizard & the Hero. It's one of my favorite original stories and I love the characters so very much. The story starts off about a wizard who has forgotten his name and is cursed to remain bound to a homestead in a cottage in the woods. If he tries to leave the boundary, his flesh will melt off his bones.
It takes a couple of chapters to remember who he was and he wasn't a good person in his past. He remembers that his name is Zael, one of the last wizards in the world - at least, that's what he believes. There was an event that brought great destruction to his people and he's responsible for it. He's tempted to forget again, but he chooses to endure the agony of knowing what he's done.
He survives by trading healing potions to the villagers who live nearby. It's rare when they trade him a book. He's stuck in his daily monotony. He's cursed to this land. He's cursed to never sleep. And he's very lonely.
Until one day, a hero (Leon) arrives to be healed.
Forget. Forget this pain. “I will not,” whispered Zael. His grip on his mug tightened. It burned the palms of his hands; he held on. A tear slipped down his cheek. Zael took a sip of his tea, grimacing at how it burned his tongue. I deserve this. That was right. He deserved this and the sooner he accepted it, the sooner he could endure the pain in penance. Zael the Wizard was bound to this place and he couldn’t even slip into the comforting void of sleep. Nothing would save him from the monotony nor the solitude. Nothing and no one. Zael let out a low sigh and brought the mug to his lips. “WIZARD!” Zael spewed his tea. The door flung open, smashing against the wall with such power and strength, the pots and pans rattled on their hooks and his potion bottles clinked against each other. “I AM IN NEED OF YOUR ASSISTANCE!” Zael coughed on his tea, spluttering as he sprayed it over the table. His heart leapt into his throat; adrenaline rushed through his chest. Affronted at the audacity of this intrusion, he whirled around in his chair and glared at his visitor. A man stood in the doorway, very tall and quite muscular - a complete opposite to Zael. His dirty blond hair was shaggy around his ears and neck with a thin, long braid on the left. His pale complexion was a sickly shade of white. “Must you shout like a deranged hooligan?” demanded Zael. “There’s a sign at the gate—you’re not to enter my home without my permission. Are you so inept that you cannot read simple instructions?” He coughed, still choking on his tea, which had gone down into his lungs. The strange man opened his mouth, finger in the air, but Zael continued on over him. “And who barges into someone’s home without so much as a polite knock?” No words came out of the stranger’s mouth. He staggered to the side, hand slamming against the wall to brace himself. He choked; blood painted his lips. Zael stood in alarm, chair scraping against the floor. The stranger’s breathing rattled, wet and labored. He tried to speak, but it came out in a gurgle. With one more shallow breath, the last of the color vanished from his face; the man’s light blue eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed forward to the floor with a thunderous thud. “Shit—” Zael bolted to the stranger’s side, dropping to his knees. He rolled the man onto his side, checking his breath. The man was still breathing, but barely now. Blood oozed from his slackened mouth. Something had punctured his lungs. At this rate, if they weren’t healed and the blood pulled out of the lungs, the stranger would suffocate to death in his own blood.
This was the first scene that came to my mind. Just a very loud man bursting into Zael's life and then bleeding all over his welcome mat, haha.
And then here's one of my other favorite scenes:
“Figured. So, do you live alone?” “Mm.” Zael put a finger over the thick fang wound on Leon’s neck, pausing to notice the thick muscles that flexed as the man talked and moved. He slowly drew his finger along the wound. Since the wound was deep, it didn’t close up as quickly as the claw gouges. “Where’s your family?” Someone else had asked Zael this question, but he couldn’t quite remember who it had been. Perhaps many others had asked and Zael had forgotten. Zael chose not to answer, moving to the next fang. There were a total of four enormous puncture wounds with a line of smaller teeth in between. Whatever creature who took a bite must’ve been large… perhaps tall even, judging by the claw marks. “How old are you?” asked Leon. “I’m twenty-three. I’ve been traveling for over four years now.” How old am I? Zael didn’t know any more. He supposed there was a time when he’d been around twenty-one or so. A memory confirmed this. But time had halted here in this little homestead in the forest. He’d been one age before this, but how long had he been here… I wish I had the answer. “What’s your name?” Zael clenched his jaw. He healed the third fang. “Have you lived here long?” The fourth fang soon closed up. Zael trailed along the last remaining bites, the last of the flesh knitting together. “If you’re alone… What do you do all the time by yourself?” Zael opened the jaw of healing cream and dipped his fingers into it. He slapped some of it on Leon’s upper arm. He yelped, throwing Zael a wounded look. “That’s still tender!” “You ask too many questions.”
It's definitely a romance novel, if you couldn't tell. xD The more Zael falls in love with Leon, the more time and the curse is broken. When they kiss for the first time, the clock begins to tick. When they're intimate for the first time, Zael sleeps for the first time in a very long time.
I have 35,000 words on a first draft and I'm in the process of rewriting it. I really need to figure out the origin of things and iron down what Zael did in his past. But yeah, this story holds my heart a lot. I love these two characters.
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the-writing-mobster · 3 months
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From all of your fanfics and maybe even original works, who was the most difficult character to write?
Thank you for the ask, dear heart! Hmmm, most difficult character to write? ... Out of alllll my works? Even the original stuff?
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I CAN FINALLY TALK ABOUT MY BOOK!!!
Usually I don't have any issues writing character. I can just click into their headspace and take off. Even with the really evil characters..
Except...
Vincent fucking Gallagher
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THIS GUY is probably the hardest character I've ever had to pin down. I've had to go through like 3 drafts of the exact same chapter just trying to get him right.
So what's his deal? He has a crippling fear of vulnerability (man moment). So I'm trying to do this thing where even the audience is kept at an arm's length. But I'm also trying not to make him too broody. He still has to be likeable. We still have to root for him (I mean, he's the love interest, of course we have to root for him) So it's like walking this delicate balance of characterization to get him just right and BOY is he kind of pissing me off!
But it's okay! I finally wrangled him in! Now I've synced with him, and all is well! See? He's cooperating now!
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kitthekazoo · 27 days
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WIP Weekend
Starting right now, I'm asking y'all to help me work on my Original Fiction WIPs specifically.
“pats”- friends to lovers, bisexual fat main, lesbian love interest, new adult
“lightning boy” - chosen one twist, queer siblings, bi/aro main character
“magic boys” - brothers, magical realism, queer main character, queer love story, mystery
“superhero” - enemies to lovers, superheros and villains, queer love story
“reignite” - magical realism, queer love story, back from the dead & necromancer
“bloom” - fake dating, queer love story, college setting
“hot vampire” - bi4bi fat main characters, supernatural romance
send me a 🎁 and a WIP Code Name and I’ll write five sentences of what I’m working on and share one
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rjcopeseethemald · 3 days
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Heads Up, Seven Up
Tagged by @serotoninshift for this one, I'll pass it on to @melpomene-grey, @stajorathefallen, @eccaiia, and @verba-writing (Invitation for anyone else is open too)
This is an excerpt from my own WIP, title to be revealed, which is to be volume 1 of 7 in a series. Feedback is encouraged and much appreciated! (Also I am going to adhere– mostly– to the rules this time, last time I posted six whole paragraphs). At this point, around pages 144-145/~225, Lia is the first of the twins to gain magical powers. However, their home island has now fallen under military occupation; due to an imminent war between the two imperialist powers.
“And Admiral Wright is out for blood, let me tell ya,” added the second [Marine]. “Isn’t that right, Salt?” “Someone threw a bomb into the base, Ray’,” ‘Salt’ responded. “The Natives are lucky she’s not tearing the place apart to catch them.” “I knew it,” Lioko quietly blurted. “I should’ve told them it’s a bad idea to keep dynamite….” “Should’ve told who now?” asked 'Ray', stepping up to where the twins were. “Nice going,” Lia said, through gritted teeth. “Ever heard of ‘loose lips sinking ships’?” “I mean– No one!” Lioko tried to correct. “Like, there was this, uhh– hypothetical–” “–It’s the union partisans, genius,” Salt inferred. “Who else on this island except us’d have two kilos of dynamite? …Ack–” With a subtle flick of her hand, Lia had knocked Salt's helmet forward by the brim, using her newfound magic. Her eyes then widened as if to say ‘wow, that actually worked’, and she had a small giggle.
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Chalk Mountain | 0 - Dixie Alvarez Holds a Grudge
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draft status: (complete rewrite)
(tw: drug use (marijuana), language, (daddy issues)
A/N: hi, so, this is the introduction chapter to my wip; and this is my first time sharing it. i hope you enjoy, i would love feedback (especially on dialogue. that shits hard). but never more, here it is! in all her rusty glory. everyone, meet Dixie.
The red sand of the west Texas desert gets into every nook and cranny of life around these parts. The texture is rough, yet soft; and leaves a stain on your Sunday best that sticks to ya like a honeybee to a marigold. It sneaks underneath your fingernails and hides in the corners, just out of reach.
I suppose that may not be a problem for some folks. Some like the orange tint to their white button shirts, or the wind blowing in an excuse to call into work on a Wednesday to go get evening coffee and pie with your aunt down the street, or the way it sounds against the windows may resemble the gentle patter of rain against the sill.
Dixie quite liked the color of the red sand, although she called it the red dirt. Her fluffy hair greatly resembled the red dirt below her porch steps that she left her stained boots on when she came home from trekking downtown. She sat down next to her boots and flicked a lighter, watching the flame dance.
She thought of her mother with a furrowed brow and a professional skill to ignore her father when he shouted inside the house about this and that. She missed her brother who ran away from home when they were children, who always had her back when their father would lash out back then. Dixie always wondered, and secretly hoped, that they were out there together somewhere.
Right as Dixie lit up an old roach that she had found in the dirty pockets of her overalls, her lungs burned from the deep inhale as her father came out the door. “Dixie,”
“Yes, Walter,” The smoke trailed through her words.
“What the hell‘re you doing?” He stepped over to her and looked at the spot next to her on the step. She responded in a single nod and scooted away from him to let him sit.
“Drugs,” Dixie offered the cherry towards him and he scoffed.
Dixie and Walter butted heads for as long as she could remember. Her mother always told her it was because Dixie had a spirit filled with fire and gold and passion and Walter’s spirit got used up and dried out years ago when he was just a boy. She never understood how they met and fell in love and always partly blamed him for her disappearance, thinking maybe she did it to get away from him.
However, Declan disappeared before their mother; 6 weeks to be exact. He ran away from home on a warm, rainy night after a family explosion about grades over dinner. Dixie used to sit by the living room bay window and wait for mother to return with her baby brother.
They existed quietly with each other for a moment while a tumbleweed rattled in the wind, tangled against their street sign. ‘Lower Passage’ was what it read before the wind storms sand blasted most of the paint away. Lower Passage was a long dirt road in the middle of nowhere around 8 miles long, out where the banjos play, as Dixie would say. Other people lived down Lower Passage, too, but they all had farmland and nobody paid anyone any mind.
The front yard was filled with the seasonal white flowers that take over like a plague. They danced in the wind with the trees whose leaves were floating in the air to the ground and chillbumps littered Dixie’s arms and legs. In the distance, she heard children laughing and running through the leaves in the side yard.
She closed her eyes and imagined Declan running past the front porch, his burgundy hair tangled in grass and sticks. A little curly fire haired Dixie played with young Declan and danced about in the flowers with a dainty and fragile crown of flowers and weeds upon her head.
Their mother watched from the wooden bench swing they had on the big live oak tree in the yard with a careful eye and a toothy grin. Her mother laughed as little Declan got scared by a bee; the laugh echoed further away once Dixie opened her eyes.
“Where do you think they are, daddy?” She coughed and flicked the ash to the dirt, then smushed it with her sock.
“Who, your mom and Declan?” Walter sighed and lit a cigarette. She nodded and hugged her knees to her chest. “I don’t know, Dixie Anne. If I did, they’d be right here at home.”
“But this ain't home anymore, is it?”
He paused to take a long drag, then blew it out with a shake of his head. “No, I guess not.”
“I’m gonna find them one day. I swear it, I will.”
“Now, I thought I told you it’s time to drop that shit. You can get yourself hurt goin’ out there playin’ detective,”
“I’m not playing anything, I’m taking care of my family,” A crow flew in front of Dixie and cawed loudly and began to peck at the grass.
“I’m your family,”
“No, you sure ain’t.” Dixie ran her tongue along her teeth, then spit some of her lunch carnage onto her fathers shoe. He looked up towards her with a frown that showcased the matching dimple that Dixie inherited from him. She mimicked him and stomped her socked feet across the porch; the screen door exaggerated her dramatic exit by a loud slam against the wooden frame.
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wicked1will0sparkles · 3 months
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Original WIP Warm-Up #1: Then He Got Rough (Arthur and Maggie)
Plot: Maggie (25 y/o) and Arthur (51 y/o) in a perfect world- if Arthur was a little less good.
'-and then she woke up.'
Arthur doesn't so much as put down the paperwork he was holding up into the light to read when Maggie eases her way into his lap, straddling his bony hips on the comfy leather reclining armchair- not until she tilts her head, rearing around the paper with a raised eyebrow addition to her perfect teasing smirk. To this he looks perturbed at her; expecting. Raising both his brows back at her and silently asking what it is that her highness wants now?? 
There's a comfortableness in the air. Like this is nothing sudden, nothing out of the ordinary. Not Maggie suddenly seducing Arthur out of nowhere. It's like Maggie has been right here before, and Arthur has been right here before. It's a perfect world, where this happens all the time. Vaguely it occurs to Maggie that this is not right, that Arthur wouldn't let this happen (He's too good. Too lovely, and perfect,.. and sensible.), but the bigger part of her doesn't want this to be over. So she ignores it.
“I’m waiting for my Artie to pay me some attention. What do you mean, with those eyebrows arched at me like that?? Huh?” 
“Will you ever learn how to be patient and wait your turn??” 
Their words are annoyed, but there's not a sign in their voices, or the soft way that Arthur looks at her, or the way Maggie’s fingers explore up his chest and to his shoulders, that is not utterly fond. That part's not new, thats not vaguely out of place, thats just right.
“Not when it comes to you~” 
“Oh, charming.” He rolls his eyes. She’s so young, and impulsive- and goddamn impetuous. 
Maggie smirks, a roguish pull at the corner of her lips as she plucks the paper out of his hand. “Come on- put down this paper and take off your pants. I’ve been thinking about you all day, old man, and by damn god I need my fix.” 
Arthur doesn't move, but he doesn't seem at all opposed to the idea- just unwilling to give it to her so easy. The look on his face, a naughty smirk she’s not familiar with on him that's so completely perfect and everything she wanted, takes her breath away for a moment. “Old man?” 
“H- Handsome gentleman.” She amends, stuttering; taken by the smirk on his face for half a moment.
“Eh, I think you can do better.” 
Leaning into him slowly like a stretching cat, Maggie wraps her arms around the back of his neck snuggly and gets in close, her eyes gliding slowly from his lips that she wants so badly to kiss- to his beautiful clear blue Brad Dourif-eyes (Brainy, sparkly, kinda psychic, with a hint of mischief that sets her on fire to think about- to get close to unlocking- ). “Dr Handsome Gentleman.” 
He cracks a chipped smile, and she mirrors it back, beaming with a scrunched-up nose at him. “Alright, let's go to the bedroom.” 
Maggie gasps, sitting up in his lap, more ready to rush to the bed and open her legs then she ever has been before. “Really??” 
Suddenly Arthur snatches the page of paper he was reading (A bill, or a notice, or something equally boring that constantly steals Arthurs attention away from her; sensible guy that he is, so unlike herself) from her fingers just like she did him and goes right back to reading it; a miniscule, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it kind of mischievous grin on his face. “No. Not really.” Maggie’s jaw drops. 
“Excuse you- “ She starts, plucking the page from him a final time and discarding it on the side table- but before the page even touches the wood, Arthur has kissed her. Actually leaned up and caught her lips with his and made her freeze and melt in his lap into a drippy, thick honey-like consistency just. like. that. Just as she’s leaning into it, parting her lips to greet his tongue with her own, the image fades and Maggie wakes up alone in her bed with an aching feeling between her legs- and a disappointed rock weighing down on her chest.
She opens her eyes, in her teal bedroom in her dorm, in a world where Arthur does everything he possibly can to keep her at arms length. And promptly gives a deep, frustrated groan. 
“Couldn't I have stayed asleep for 5 more minutes??” She mutters to herself incredulously as she huffs and gets up heavily, searching for a clean, charged vibrator for the morning dream-generated Hornies. She finds one and promptly turns it on, the buzzing in her hand enough to make her skin numb if she holds it for long enough. “I just wanna see it!”
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quinnharperwrites · 9 months
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The Isles of Blirrosia: Chapter One
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Note: Feedback is very much desired! This is my first major work since I took a break; even if it's a little note about a part you liked or didn't like, it'll make me very happy. At least people are reading it, haha. Also, I am still looking for a beta reader. If you're interested, please message me. Finally, I might edit the earlier chapters and repost them, but I will be clear that it's the edited version. Thank you and enjoy!
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It was a cloudy, crisp Monday morning in January, yet it was fair and still. Pleasant. It was warmer from the top of the city rooftops, but Saffron didn’t mind. She sat on the edge of the roof of a random office building, her feet swinging in excitement over the bustling rush hour traffic. Normally, she would be in her Hero Ethics class, but she was called in to cover a hero today. Something she’d done multiple times in the past. But this time was different.
Recently, there has been a supervillain causing trouble in the city. From Saffron’s perspective, he was pretty inadequate, which was partly the reason why the Hero Association decided it was safe enough for a student to help out. Her job was to patrol the city and keep an eye out for suspicious activity. They had given her a proper file and a walkie-talkie—she’s never gotten them before! Normally, she would team up with a hero and stop a petty crime. But those were kinda on the police department's level.
“We got a bank robbery on 86th and Second. Witness descriptions match the Stardust Absorber. Over.”
“Finally.” Her first active bank robbery. Today was going to be a good day.
Saffron lifted her feet on the rooftop edge, then launched herself off. She let herself freefall for a moment, relishing in the addicting feeling of being weightless. Completely vulnerable. But before her ears could pop from the rapid descent, she raised her arms as straight as possible and summoned black aura spheres in both of her open palms. Then, she willed the aura to wrap around her body, lift her into the sky, and take off in the direction of the robbery. She reached for her walkie-talkie to respond to the police department.
“Hero student: Aura. On my way. Over.”
Contrary to the general public’s belief, there is no traction in the air. She wasn’t sure how it was for other aptitudes that allow flight, but in her case, she had to use her aura to push off molecules in the air. Since the process is invisible to the eye, it looks like she’s flying effortlessly when it takes a lot of concentration.
Since Saffron had just sacrificed a decent amount of her concentration on responding to the walkie-talkie, she suffered the consequences by nearly crashing into a billboard. 
“Ugh,” Saffron groaned. “The press is going to have a field day with this.” She took a few moments to redirect herself, then sped off faster to make up for lost time.
As she neared the bank, Saffron caught a glimpse of a white blur also heading towards the location. The murky feeling of dread crept up her sides as her feet touched the pavement outside the bank. The aura diminished in a way that was only possible due to hours of training. 
“Aura! Over here!” an officer called out. 
“I’m here!” Saffron replied. “What’s the situation?”
“We’ve confirmed that it is the Stardust Absorber. No hostages, but after what happened last time, we decided to secure the perimeter and wait for a hero to arrive.” This was normal; she usually helped with the perimeter. But she was cut short before she could ask about where she was wanted.
“Sensation is on scene. Aura, assist him.” Another officer and a hero clad in white join the conversation. Just her luck. Only Sensation could taint the experience of being able to participate in taking down a bank robber. Why couldn’t have it been Steela or Water Jelly instead?
The hero-student duo made their way to the bank.
“Remember. No direct attacks,” Sensation said.
“I remember. I was told.”
Just making sure, Saffy.” 
Saffy?
“We’re working right now, Sensation. Right now, it’s Aura. Off-field, it’s Saffron to you. Only people close to me can call me Saffy.”
“Aren’t we close, Saffy?”
They are approaching the doors at this point. “It’s Aura. And no.” 
“But we can be,” he teased.
“No! We aren’t close, and we certainly aren’t friends. I’ve told you so many ti-”
“Now is the time to focus, Aura. We’re in the middle of a bank robbery,” he interrupted.
Saffron huffed but gritted her teeth in determination. At least he wasn’t talking anymore. In the corner of her eye, she saw Sensation enhance his muscles. So he was going physical. She summoned a black aura around herself and let it seep into her muscles. Almost instantly, she felt the increase in energy. 
They entered the bank. The pair turned their backs toward each other and faced outward. Then, they made their way to the center of the bank.
“Let’s split up to cover more ground,” Sensation ordered. 
Saffron made a sound of agreement before making her way to the upper level of the bank. It circled the building like an indoor balcony. She noticed the dangling crystal decoration hanging from the ceiling. 
She opened the first door on the left and emptied her head. Everyone has an aura tied to their physical body in the Aurasphere, and unless they have an aptitude to conceal it, Saffron could always use it to detect someone. It took a significant amount of concentration to focus on the Aurasphere. But this is what she trained for. 
“Clear!” she called out.
She checked the next room. “Clear!”
After analyzing heroes in class, she deduced that Sensation preferred a stealthier approach. But students are required to regularly call out the status of their search in case something happens. 
Three more rooms were checked. Three more rooms were cleared.
Saffron opened a door near the center of the balcony. Just as she entered the Aurasphere, she detected an aura quickly heading in her direction. 
She hastily exited the Aurasphere and grounded herself. A green man in a Halloween goblin costume was launched into the air, about to punch her. What a joke.
She grabbed his forearm and swung him to the ground out in the hallway.
“Found him!” she called out.
The Stardust Absorber quickly got up and rushed at her. 
Saffron swung one fist at him, then the other. He dodged both. 
Sensation jumped up from the ground floor to the upper level. He was running to join the fight. But he was too far away.
She kicked her left leg toward the Absorber’s head. He dodged. But she was already driving her right leg towards his neck. The Absorber recoiled to her right. She hit him with a right hook twice. 
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sensation standing to the side. Supervising. They both knew she had this clown under control.
The Absorber finally hit her back with his arm, causing her to fall. But before she could faceplant, she caught herself with her hands and attacked him with a flurry of kicks to the head. He was able to dodge a couple with his wrists, but he ultimately was struck by most of them. 
She ended the blitz attack by propelling herself off the ground with her hands and pounding his face with a two-foot kick. She flipped backward and gracefully landed on her feet in a fighting stance. A moment later, he plummeted to the floor with a thud. 
“Don’t you think that last part was a bit showy?”
“You’re one to talk.” 
Just when she thought he was down for good, the Stardust Absorber pushed himself off the ground, stood up, and hurled himself at her with a screech.
When he got close, Saffron propelled her right leg towards the side of his face, then she left, and then her right again. She continued the cycle until she dipped her upper body down to gain momentum and swung her left leg towards his torso. 
Upon impact, he was sent flying and ended up getting tangled in the hanging crystal decoration. 
“What an amateur. Didn’t even get my heart pumping. I’m disappointed.”
After she said this, the Absorber increased his efforts to escape, resulting in him getting tangled further.
“Maybe we should try to get him to be used as practice at your university.”
“Who’s we? And that’s an insult.”
“Of course, it is, Miss Top-Of-Her-Class.” He chuckled and called for the police to make the arrest. “Let’s go get some coffee, Saffy. I can file the ROHA later. And I’ll cover you,” he baited.
“No. Stop asking me out, Matteo. And stop sending me flowers.”
“But you keep them every time.”
“That’s only because I—ugh, never mind. I don’t have time for this. I’m going to be late for class.” She flew past the officers and out the door. Trying to refocus, she landed on the roof, released the aura, and did a breathing exercise. “In for four, hold for seven, and out for eight. Don’t let him get to you, Saffron.”
Once calm, Saffron engulfed herself in the familiar black aura and soared toward school.
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“Gotcha now, Absorber. Gonna put cha’ away for a long time.” Two cops held the villain by his arms as they shoved him over the police car.
“Yeah, tell ‘em, Marv! I’d be embarrassed if I were him. Sensation and Aura were barely in there for ten minutes! Hah!”
“Got anythin’ to say for yourself, Absorber?”
“That’s not my name,” the green foe growled.
“Huh?” 
“I said,” he repeated, “That’s not. My. Name.”
“Alright, then. What do you wanna call yourself?”
“Draven!” 
“Gesundheit.”
“I didn’t sneeze, you incompetent oaf! That’s my name. Draven!”
The two cops looked at each other, then at Draven, and then back at each other before bursting with laughter.
“Ahahaha! Harry! Ya hear that?” Marv wheezed. “He calls himself Draven!”
“What a moron!”
“Stop laughing! You should be cowering at the mention of my name!” At this, the two cops howled with laughter even more.
“Alright, alright,” Harry chuckled. “We read you your Miranda rights already, so just get in the car,” he replied, pushing Draven into the car.
“Draven, hahaha. Can you imagine?”
“Clown costume and everything. Hah!”
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lexi-the-demon-69 · 5 months
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It's about that time again...
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slashingdisneypasta · 3 months
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I wrote some Then He Got Rough!! I love it so much <3<3 I wish it could just be done and I can read it XD
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