#sonder snippets

[kyofsonder]

Heads Up Seven Up

I was tagged by @writingpotato07 and @on-noon to share the last seven lines of the last WIP I was working on, so I'll combine them to share lines from the last two WIPs I've been working on. Thank you both for the tag, and the chance to share my work!

I'll tag: @junypr-camus, @starlightscribe, @saltysupercomputer, @inkspellangel, @365runesofwriting, and as always anyone who wants to join in can say I tagged them!

The last (more than) seven(ish) lines from my novel WIP "Apricots":

"I know the slim odds of successful magic re-regulation can make a new contract feel pointless. I promise you aren't the first witch's partner to feel that way, it's a perfectly normal concern. It's also completely natural for your own inherent lack of magic to make you worry that you won't be compatible as a contracted familiar. That said, I think that making an effort to be an active participant in Mr. Marsh's recovery is what will be most helpful to everyone involved. Mr. Marsh. Mr. Bailey. Yourself. Ms. Ritter's loss is clearly still affecting you three deeply, and I truly believe this can help you all heal," the doctor's smooth, almost practiced lecture is quickly cut off with a small cough, "Not that I'm trying to pressure you to make a decision one way or another. Like I explained earlier, there are several other treatment options that could prolong Mr. Marsh's expected lifespan, and you obviously need to take time to think them all over and come to terms with this situation for yourself. You've been clinging to that mug of tea hard enough to crack the handle, after all." Dr. Jones laughs lightly, creating faint cracks in her own professional atmosphere. She adjusts her thin, almost invisible metal-frame glasses as if to try and rapidly repair the break in her office persona.

The last seven(ish) lines from my short story WIP "Hidden Talent" (where the main character has used "hunger" as a metaphor for the creative urge to paint):

Again, for the second time in a single afternoon, Rowan has surprised him. Even now, they aren't joking. Even using the word that's only half-accurate, they're still taking this explanation at face value and trusting that they'll understand it when they see it for themself. True to their word, Rowan isn't brushing their best friend aside.

"I mean, it's pretty late in the afternoon now. Usually I do get, y'know, 'hungry' around now. This paint's been here for awhile, too, so I could, uh... paint over it?"

#writing #heads up seven up #sonder stories #sonder snippets #bonus facts #on my OC list #I give Noah two last names #he's Noah Walker #he's also Noah Marsh #this is because of his magic #most witch bloodlines have a specific power #one inherent ability #passed down through generations #Marsh witches do not #they essentially have a roulette of potential powers #they could have Kilner pyrokinesis #Jasper telekinesis #Ritter telepathy #Hunt superspeed #almost anything #Noah's roulette landed on Walker powers #which are called teleportation #but are a little #different #so he's officially Noah Marsh #but in timelines where he knows his power #he's also a Walker

[stories-of-the-sun]

“Do you hate me?” 

Ex didn’t meet their eyes, fiddling with the bright tassel on their sword. 

“Ha.” The protagonist didn’t know if they were asking sincerely or to confirm their own suspicions. They had given up on being believed a long time ago. “Does it matter?”

Ex paused, a conflicted expression flashing on their beautiful face before smoothing out.

“For the record, no. I don’t hate you,” the protagonist began. “I…”

The protagonist shifted, covering their eyes with their hand and hoping they could disappear from this conversation. It would certainly be easier. “I didn’t have grand expectations. Even if I did, it wasn’t your responsibility. Let’s leave it at that.”

Ex did not want to leave it at that. Even the exhausted protagonist could tell, but they had decided not to care what Ex wanted. This would have been so much easier if Ex had never gotten caught.

#story: sonder #I haven't been able to write in months (if not years) so I will take it. even if it's less than 200 words #also was reading a bunch of the-modern-typewriter 's posts so it has the same vibes #writing #creative writing #exes #exes to lovers #<-technically. not at the lovers stage #my posts #my writing #writing snippet

[andrea1717]

Monthly Recommendations:

Welcome to a new rec's post.

I decided to include a little writing update into these posts because a weekly one makes no sense when i am writing on something longer.

So i am writing Atoms chapter 8 right now and since they just became too long i have to change the chapter count. So my outline has to be re-organized and i can't tell so far how many chapters it will be. You can read a little snippet here

Now on to the recommendations:

Instagram : Foster Kitten Tails - for your daily dose of kitten cuteness.

TikTok : Glorious Broads - a very inspiring account were woman answer questions about life.

Music: Dermot Kennedy - his new album Sonder gave me 102 fic ideas. (on Spotify)

Podcast: On Purpose from Jay Shetty - so so inspiring and probably many know it already. (on Spotify)

YouTube: Jubilee - a great account about human connection and controversial conversations.

Movies: My Policeman - Please - you have to watch it! So tragic and so so beautiful. (Amazon)

Shows: Homecoming - this series is so interesting. It's about a veteran help programme that is not what it seems to be. When you watch it at first you'll be like "What the hell?" but keep watching it's worth it. I would recommend stopping after season 1 though. It has a good ending. (Amazon)

Halston - such a good series about the famous designer. Ewan McGregor kills it as usual. Highly recommend. ( Netflix)

Little Fires Everywhere - a series about two very different woman who meet and both their lifes almost fall apart. Very complex - fantastic actors all around! The characters seem at first all very unlikable but again it is worth to keep watching. (Amazon)

Documentaries: Halston - very entertaining and well made doc about the fashion designer. (Amazon)

Minimalism- Less is now - the second doc from The Minimalists and it is just as good as the first (I can recommend their podcast too) (Netflix)

Book: Thoughtless by SC Stephens - it's a trilogy about two best friends who love the same woman - it is not for everyone as it contains cheating but i love it. The lead male character is just amazing. I love the first book from his perspective too, it's called Thoughtful.

Fics: the arc of other stars by @dharmasharks

Hairpin Triggers by @bugsandcoffee

not burned, but buried by @dontcallmebree

My Little Angel series by @bittersweet-in-boston

Comfortember by @lapwing-em

Bucky - centric Comfortember by @toxiclxki

Grounding Touch series by Just me_AC

Not Another Romcom (WIP) by @cynefinhome

Thanks for reading and until next month! <3

#recommendation #fic rec #movies #music #author recs #andreas monthly recs

[sleeplesssodatyler]

Sonder Achivement, Denouement the Goal Warning. Suicidal thoughts, violence, unreliable narrator SPOILERS.

This is a small snippet of what I plan to write. And that is the 'What if Wei Wuxian wasn't revived' This isn't how the actual story will go (probably, because I am personally unsure of how I wrote this... This was done late at night, and for some reason, I deemed that this could very much happen. Realistically speaking, I don't see it happening, however, I don't want this to go down the drain.), but I still wish to share it nonetheless. (I don't know if I'll do Wei Wuxian not being revived, or him just completely forgetting his life...Both are interesting.)

Okay- I won't keep you.

Mo Xuanyue was planning on doing the ritual, really. He just wanted to take one last look around before he gave himself up. Only for a little, then he would do this. Only one look at this godforsaken place. And then the all-mighty Yiling Patriarch will take revenge for him because he is weak, tired, and exhausted. No, he doesn’t want to live. All that matters is that they all die. Perish. Because he is tired and cannot do it himself. Nie Huaisang has reminded him of the means for it. It takes so little. His blood- some cuts. And then his life. That doesn’t matter though. Compared to Yiling Patriarch his life is nothing. So why is he wasting time like this? It is late, no one should be awake, perfect time to finally get this over with. He can rest after. 

Yet, the feeling in his chest won’t let up. Why can he think clearly now? Why won’t his chest let this get done? He wants this to happen. Who cares if he dies or lives- he has no family. No one to care, to bother when an evil spirit takes his body. When he gives himself up. Why does he hurt now. WHY NOW. He was fine with this. Right? Death is the best option for him- he can’t get his sweet revenge for himself, but he - he CAN. Why is his breath uneven? Why can he think so clearly now- why does he need to think of this

He doesn’t want to think 

please stop it please never stops them. He can, He the all-mighty can. Rest, he wants to rest right? Where are his legs bringing him? Yes, he wants to rest, so he should return and do it. 

Something dropped onto the ground. Someone dropped onto the floor. Poor them. They know how it feels like to fall now, shame no one knocked them onto it like they do to him all the time. His face feels hot, his eyes mainly, something wet started falling from them too. His hand started hitting something, Since when was he facing the ground? Since when was his hand repeatedly hitting the ground under him? It all stopped suddenly. Expect the wetness. Falling, it kept, it falling, the small drops of water. It falling what, water falling. It was falling. It water falling. Words aren’t making sense- What water falling- Is it raining? It must be. His body felt wrong oh so wrong it felt. It felt like his skin wasn’t his. If he wasn’t about to sacrifice himself, he would have probably skinned himself. Maybe then he’d feel good. It had to be cold because his body was shaking. It was raining, so it made sense that it was cold. Cold. Cold. Always cold. Expect when he was at Lanling- But that is long gone, he cannot go back, no he was driven out. Now he feels sick for liking him- ahah- so very sick very very - yet he does ahah- his ‘family’ is right about few things. But they will suffer either way. That is the only right way. And he, he will die for it. Suddenly something warm was placed on his back. A voice, very light, sweet. He doesn't hear such voices. this felt alien. Wrong. “Are you alright xiǎo huǒzi?” Someone crouched next to him. Why was he on the ground? What has that person said? Why is there a hand on his shoulder? A HAND ON HIS SHOULDER. He quickly scrambled away. This person had white robes, very white robes. Expect the deep red seeping through. Spot on their left shoulder, stomach - there was a lot of red. Even on their face. It wasn’t make-up like he has over his eyes, nor some fabric. And yet a smile was planted on their lips. Lips that too were messed up with red. Red, red on the white, white like a peony. Dirtied with red. Why smile at him? Yet they smile, their long hair very messed up, dark hair messed up, just like their robes. “Do you need help? It’s not safe out here at this time.” Sweet and light yet so very forced. They were barely crouching. He recognised pain, he knows pain by heart, but he usually doesn’t see it in others. Because they cause his pain, they don’t know the pain. They just know how to cause it, but never experience it. That’s why they must pay, that is why he must give up his life, his everything and get revenge. All so they know pain. 

This person, is also in pain, so why are they taking their time to bother with him? A soon-dead man walking? Due to no answer being given, the smile disappeared. Staring, why stare at him? They struggled to stand, good. They will leave him and he will go do what he must. “Do you…have somewhere to stay?” Why ask? How does it matter. A laugh, someone was laughing. No wonder, his life was a big joke after all. But that stranger seemed to think otherwise. 

“...Come, I’ll get you somewhere safe at the very least.” Now they sounded raspy. Red was coughed from their mouth but they prevented it from falling to the ground with a hand. While the other was stretched out in front of him. He cowered away. He was going to get hit even by a stranger now! what a world it is he lives in- well, at least he won’t be here for much longer, soon the Yiling Patriarch will have his body. And he will rest, his head feels full, but it won’t after. His chest won’t hurt, won’t feel so tense, so iffy. But nothing hit him. No pain came. Are they waiting till he drops his guard so it hurts even more? 

“Nevermind. Please follow.” No hit. No pain. He looked back, the person was slowly dragging themselves towards an inn. Waiting. Who were they waiting for? Why was his body moving now? Where were his legs going? Why was it still wet. His cheeks, why do they feel wet? The person continued walking. And Mo Xuanyu did too. Leg raised, moved, landed, then the other did the same, placing itself a bit before the one from before. Why though? This isn’t the right way. He needs to go back. Why is his body not listening?

It took a bit, but the inn owner did open the door. Seeing him and the stranger, he took them both in. It’s late, that man should have been sleeping. They probably woke him up, yet he didn’t yell at them, hit them, or anything. Just took them in. Maybe he was waiting till they got comfortable to beat them both. That’s probably it. 

But nothing came even after a while. He just brought bandages for the two of them. Even helped the stranger patch themselves up. While he sat. Loud, his head was loud and everything was wrong but right and he was tired and he couldn’t stop thinking while he had nothing on his mind. Just babbles. Loud babbles. Nothing made sense in his head. 

There were noises, and words being said. But he couldn’t grasp them. Couldn’t- Can’t. He can’t. Because he is tired and he should have been resting by now. Forever. But he is still here. And these people aren’t screaming at him, calling him names or hitting him. He is sitting there, other people with him and he is hurting but at the same time isn’t. Because no one is hurting him right now, but he still feels pain. Why did he come here? He could have been resting. Just like Nie Huaisang said, the Yiling patriarch can get revenge for him, he can rest forever if he just gives up his body. He doesn’t need to feel pain. But does he really want that? He doesn’t realize someone is shaking his shoulder. Tired, he is tired, he is hurting and he doesn’t want to hurt but he does and he hates it. He hates his so-called family, he hates pain and he hates feeling tired. He hates his eyes his face his skin everything. Because he is hurting. He is hurting and no one is there ever. Ever there for him. Just him and his hurt. His thoughts. Thoughts that are not even thoughts. Because his head is loud and full but makes no sense. Is it so much to feel lightheaded? Have nothing on mind? Feel no pain? His body was shaking, someone was shaking him but he didn’t understand why. It wasn’t painful. It wasn’t rough it was just a slight shake and after a bit another shake. The voices didn’t stop. But the voices weren’t his own. No, they couldn’t because they didn’t sound mean or impolite. It reminded him of someone. Oh, but he hated that man. He hated him. He hated himself for liking him even despite that. But, the Yiling Patriarch will deal with this for him too, surely. And even if he doesn’t at least he won’t be here to think about it anymore. Because he will be gone. And the Yiling Patriarch will return. 

He doesn’t know when he lost consciousness, but he woke up in a room unfamiliar to him. In a bed that was far too comfortable for someone like him. And yesterday’s events were blurry and he didn’t know what happened and his breathing started getting uneven and he wanted to go back and just end it all already. He got up. He got up. But before he could leave he noticed the white-clothed stranger from yesterday sitting in a chair that was next to the bed he was in before. Their clothes were still bloody and their hair a mess. Bags were under their eyes. 

He stopped. And he didn’t know why. Why did he stop? He stared at the stranger. Cultivator. This was likely a cultivator, probably a rouge one, since they didn’t wear any uniform, or were from some small clan and that is why he didn’t recognise their robes. Did they stay by his side the entire night? No, why would anyone want to stay by his side? Then they woke up and he wanted to run out of the room. Get as far as possible, but they woke up too quickly and spoke even faster. “You’re awake, good.” Their voice was still rough, but there was still this odd tone. He heard it at times, but he doesn’t anymore. So this felt wrong. As if they were speaking to someone else. But it was just them in the room. “Are you alright? Do you remember what happened last night?” How would he answer that? If he says he doesn’t would they get mad? If he says he does would they hit him for wasting their time? What does it matter? He is gonna leave in a bit and then he is not gonna be anymore. Mo Xuanyu nodded once in response. Backing towards the door. Because he will flee. He will run and he won’t look back and then he will offer his body to the all-mighty Yiling Patriarch. “Wait, don’t leave yet. Clearly, you aren’t –” They got up and went towards him, but their leg gave out and they fell to the ground with a grunt. Fear spiked within. Hha- they fell, they fell because they tried coming to him. So now they will hit him- They will hurt him like his ‘family’ because they fell because of him. He himself got to the floor and covered his head, smiling. Small silent laughs and sobs could be heard. He couldn’t tell if it was him, but it probably was. Who else would it be?

But a while passed and no pain came. He didn’t dare look to see what was happening for a while longer, however in the end he did. And he was met with a strange look from the stranger. They looked concerned. He didn’t get why. Should he have just taken the beating like a man? Well, sorry, but at least he will try to make his suffering less painful if he can. After all, being manly was never his strong side. “I..Won’t hurt you, I promise. I wouldn’t be able to even if I wanted to, just look at me.” They smiled slightly. Yet they looked like they were in pain. Why would they try to make him feel better when they are also in pain? Why did it matter to him if they were in pain, he was too. He suffered, he felt pain too, so why did that bother him? His head hurt. He didn’t want to think anymore. Yet he still thought. He thought and his thoughts were endless. And even when he wanted to rest, he couldn’t because he is stuck here. And there is a cultivator here, he cannot do the ritual with someone like that around. So he stays silent and he just stares at them back. Why would someone show him sympathy or empathy? This is sketchy and he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like many things, he realizes as of late. But what is there to like? Should he enjoy the pain he is subjected to? The embarrassment? No. He will stop feeling all of it soon anyway…Right. He won’t feel anything soon, that is good. Good. His head won’t be so full all the time… “I can escort you back home if you have one at least…If I can’t help else how.” Still, they spoke nicely with him. Maybe this is because they don’t recognise him? The second they realize who he is they will probably be mean to him too. So- He should just- “I’m Mo Xuanyu.” The reply came quickly. “Heard. That doesn’t mean I cannot want to help you.” He didn’t know what to do. Sobs, he heard sobs. They were hurting themselves, it was clear. They hurt, red was pooling from them not too long ago and yet they wanted to help him, a lunatic. He wanted to hate them for that. He wanted to hate them for understanding somehow- for somehow being capable of wanting to help even though they knew what freak he was. But how does one hate someone like that? So the sobbing continued. His eyes were hot, his nose runny. Everything felt bad. He just wanted to perish. Oh, how he wanted to sleep forever but the fear has caught on after a while. He was determined- but that faded. He wanted revenge- he did. He hates these people more than anything- But shouldn’t he get to watch them suffer? When he gives up his body it’s over. He- He won’t be able to witness their suffering. He wants to see it. He wants to see them pay for what they did to him. But he is also weak. He is so very weak. If he gives up his body, his revenge is set in stone. He just won’t be there to see it. He wants to see it- but you can’t have it all. 

Is it worth it if he can’t see it though? It’s his revenge. He wants to see them suffer, and beg for mercy, and forgiveness, just like he has. Only to be granted none and then perish. He wants to see the pain on their face. The despair. Their life draining away. He deserves to see it. He does. Not some Yiling Patriarch who has nothing to do with him. If demonic cultivation is the only way to get revenge, why doesn’t he learn it himself. If a demonic cultivator is needed for this, HE will be the cultivator. Maybe not the all-mighty grandmaster- but he will take this on by himself. After all, he knows some things. With time and effort- he will get there. Revenge tastes the sweetest when it’s earned, right? So this will be the sweetest revenge ever committed in the world. And it will be his own. What exactly happened, hah, he doesn’t know, wouldn’t care anyway. Outside, he was outside, it was no longer dark. Sun was in the sky. Laughter filled the street and his legs moved and people were staring. And staring and staring. That is all they do. Stare. Doesn’t matter, won’t matter. 

Because he, he will get what he deserves. And they, they will pay. By his hands and his thoughts. 

#mdzs #spoilers mdzs #mo xuanyu #what if #fanfic

[bread--quest]

[ID: The first image is two notebook pages with pencil doodles in them. The pencil doodles have been traced over digitally in places, erased in other places, and the handwritten text has been replaced with typed text in places. The doodles are all simplistic and entirely lineart, in a variety of colors. The second image is entirely digital doodles, with one photo of a drawing from the actual notebook. They are broken up into "days". The main person in the drawings is Sonder, who is a person with short curly hair and large round glasses. Details of the drawing are under the cut. End ID.]

ogh god these are So Big. click for quality please i am begging.

anyway i went to a very fun young writers camp last week and i did a fun little doodle diary thing!! and then i digitized it...weirdly. its my first time doing art journaling be nice to me

detailed id/transcript under cut because this is Beeg

Day 1: A pencil drawing of a girl with long, dark hair and dark eyes, labeled "little cousin :( wish we'd had longer to talk!" / A person with long curly hair floats behind Sonder and says with a solemn expression "They wouldn't have to worry about flooding if they were on a big hill." Sonder, reaching for a doorknob, says "yea". The person adds "Big hill wins everytime." / Sonder, with a slightly manically delighted expression, says "omg you hate us back??" Another person, with short, swoopy hair, says with a look of confusion and distaste "yeah you cheat at sports".

Day 2: A small drawing of a nondescript figure with a neutral expression, with lines all around them indicating a shaking feeling. Text scattered around it says "one of those days where i feel like - if i stop too long to think - it won't be good" / A brown line curling over itself, labeled "only benefit of the heat: my curls are curlier" / A colored drawing of garlic bread, captioned "everyone eats too fast, so i eat alone (except for the counselors). at least the garlic bread is good"/ Someone's hand over their mouth, surrounded by dark scribbles and the text "ah. there it is". it is captioned "Air Quality Alert. Breathe easy! You're in Maine."

Day 3: A colored drawing of a Dunkin Donuts cup, captioned "truly everyone here runs on dunkin" / a rough sketch of four people sitting around a table, smiling and gesturing to each other, captioned "at lunch we all discovered we had to play recorder in school" / a drawing of Sonder with a tearful expression and an arrow pointing at xem reading "overcome by sudden emotion of desert bluffs" / a drawing of a round purple candy in a clear wrapper, with text around it reading "jawbreaker - sign of love - 4 candies - 1 for each of us!" / a drawing of the same 4 people from before, walking, one of them carrying an umbrella, all smiling, captioned "walking back!"

Day 4: "Movie Night!" written up at the top in all caps. / Sonder looking at the poster for the movie No Hard Feelings and saying "We should kill summer people", while "this is a romcom" flies over her head. / A small sketch of an alpaca captioned "saw the most beautiful advertisement. alpacaland..." / A small sketch of a bird captioned "on the way back we saw a quail! or a partridge?? or something." / A drawing of Sonder looking happy with a little heart next to them and the text "some people in the row ahead of us told me to shut up during the movie and afterwards everyone was very righteously pissed off on my behalf". / A drawing of Sonder standing by a road. "Then I told a car to fuck off". "Fuck off" is in all caps and in a speech bubble, indicating that Sonder is yelling it. The car speeding by on the road is labeled "assholes". / "Also got into maybe the funniest internet fight yet". A drawing of a person with long hair labeled "friend from SI" saying "we have many islands and by many i mean like 5", and Sonder, in response, putting sunglasses on as xe points at a snippet from Wikipedia saying that Maine has 3166 coastal islands and says "fuck with me".

Day 5: A pencil drawing of a roasted marshmallow. / A small comic consisting of headshots. Sonder, looking off to one side, says "holy shit that guy is wearing a beanie in like 80 degree weather." Dany, a headmate of Sonder, who has a short asymmetrical haircut, multiple eyes, and is wearing a beanie, pops up next to her and says "i wear a beanie all the time and you're never impressed", his eyes all very large and shiny with sadness. Sonder, looking unimpressed, says "you're not corporeal you don't have to deal with Heat". They both then look over as Mud, another headmate, who has short, spiky hair, pops up and says in all caps "80 degrees literally isn't even that hot y'all are just cowards." Dany and Sonder, faces overlapping slightly and text doubling to show that they're in unison, both angrily shout "Shut the fuck up", and Dany adds "California!" Mud sticks out its tongue and flips them off.

Day 6: A picture of Sonder holding a fork in front of a plate, with their eyes gone wiggly and a distressed expression, captioned "on my first day here i ate fake maple syrup by accident". Next to it is a picture of Sonder smiling widely as xe pours something onto a plate, captioned "i have not made the same mistake twice". / Sonder high-fiving another person, both with expressions of frustration and exhaustion, both saying "go jews". / Sonder and another person, captioned "*watching spiderverse*". Sonder says "new york is so pretty in this movie :)", and the other person says "ehhh its really dirty in real life though". It then shows a closeup of Sonder looking upset, a series of question marks and exclamation points by his head. It then shows Summer, a catgirl headmate with curly hair, popping up next to Sonder to say "the dirt literally adds to the raw sex appeal smh". Sonder flatly replies "i am not saying that". / A drawing (in pencil, taken directly from the notebook), of Sonder lying with one hand behind their head and the other holding their phone, wearing headphones and looking sad. Text next to them reads "...shit." There is dark shading around them. Text digitally added shows an arrow pointing to them labeled "listening to noah kahan and Experiencing". / A comic featuring Sonder, a person with short straight hair drawn in teal, and a person with long wavy hair drawn in light yellow. Teal: "you know how there'll be tires just kind of lying around?" Yellow: "no??? what??" Teal: "damn, we got a city slicker here" Sonder: "ha!" Yellow (now looking mildly embarassed): "i go to school in the back of a gas station..." Teal (facing Sonder): "her town has 60,000 people!" Sonder: "60,000!" Teal: "that's more than portland!" Sonder: "that's more than portland!?"

Day 7: Sonder with zer eyes closed, smiling. A road runs by over their head, with blurred silhouettes of cars and trucks on it. Text reads "i can hear traffic from the road right outside my window. its oddly peaceful". / Sonder asks "hey what's for breakfast today?" and another person replies "uhhh it's grab and go so we just got dunkin". Sonder, now angered, says "No. You know what? You've gotta draw the line somewhere. You've gotta make a line in the sand. You gotta make a statement. You gotta look inside yourself and say 'What am I willing to eat today?' Not! Fucking! Dunkin!" The last three words are allcaps and handwritten in red. A very small doodle Sonder then types "googles cafe open nearby" into their phone. / Dany, the headmate from before, saying "sonder i am so proud of you. my beautiful hipster child" as Sonder says "dunkin is mainstream". / A drawing of Sonder holding a muffin in one hand and giving a thumbs-up with the other, smiling happily. It is captioned with "anyway i went to a cafe and got a blueberry muffin and it was really good, support local businesses", with "really good" onwards in allcaps. / Sonder happily eating a muffin while Dany and Mnemosyne, a different headmate with hair in a bob, watch. Dany has his hands over his mouth and looks overjoyed, and is saying "look at my progeny…all grown up…finding a local cafe...judging their music taste..." Mnemosyne, with a somewhat amused expression, says "Eating a muffin with its fingers like some sort of ravenous beast..." Dany says "that too".

#hoo BOY that id took a long time #anyway appreciate my journals boy #this was a fun project!! #idk if i actually improved at drawing at all but i had fun #sondart #wow look something original!! #upd8z #kinda. technically

[emsprovisions]

Fanfic WIP Game!

Rules: Post a snippet from one of your wips and tag some friends to do the same! PLOT TWIST: After you share your WIP, you must leave a compliment for the person who tagged you, specifically their writing! Be positive, be kind, and have fun! 😊

Eda bit her lip. “It’s just Lilith I guess. Coven tryouts are coming up and she’s just been.. well.. a total witch.”

Raine laughed, and the sound softened Eda’s heart, forcing her to smile too. 

“It’s dumb, right?”

“Not when Lilith makes your life a living hell.” They looked over their shoulder as the bell started to screech, signaling the start of the school day. Students took off in various directions to get to class. “Want to cut class today?”

Eda smirked, “when do I ever say no to skipping class?”

Tagging: @drsteggy @inkandmoonbeams @sunflower-sonder @justfrozenthings @cancerian-woman @bad-at-names-and-faces and anyone else who wants to play!!!

#Since I'm starting it I'll leave comments for those tagged so I can say something nice to yall too :) #writing challenge #tag game #positivity #the owl house fanfic #raeda #I hope this is fun!

[kiribaku-fics-whatever]

Outsider POV 2

Home is Where The Heart is by froppy (nekomimichan)

5 times Fat Gum finds Bakugou by Kirishima's hospital bed and the 1 time Bakugou is on Kirishima's hospital bed.

not a light switch. by orphan_account

“He could just knock.” He says.

“I could be sleeping. Working,” Shoji points out. “Listening to music. Music stops, and

I’ll regret not heading down to the common room.”

“Right.” Kirishima smiles a little sheepishly. A wolffish fang peeks out at his bitten lip, and Shoji tries not to delve too deep into that thought before it ruins him.

--

hence the title- it's not a light switch. Fleeting moments of Shoji's dorm life with two boys who can't keep it down.

Sonder by Maplefudge

A collection of snippets surrounding Bakugou and Kirishima's "totally platonic" relationship from the perspective of Class 1-A.

1-A's Worst Kept Secret by orphan_account

In Highschool settings, secret relationships are considered especially heinous. At UA, the dedicated teenagers who discover these relationships are members of an elite class known as 1-A.

These are their stories.

(Or: All of the times that Bakugou and Kirishima didn't do a good job hiding their "secret" relationship.)

Messed Up by codename_bewareofthefangirl

“What happened today?” Masaru asked gently, pulling her back to the present.

Mitsuki didn’t say a word but took her phone and threw it into his lap. As soon as the screen lightened up, he realized it was already open on a message. By Katsuki.

“Tomorrow I’ll come for lunch with my boyfriend. I don’t want to, but he’s being a pain in the ass because he wants to meet you.

Don’t mess up, old hag.”

“It’s a threat, Masaru,” she said, stilling on the door without turning, “A warning for me. Don’t fuck up this time or it’s the end. And we all know how good I am at messing up.”

common evenings by kiroiimye

There’s a handful of things Tenya thinks is reasonable, but there is one rule he will very much enforce that his classmates definitely do not agree with:

No public PDA should be shown and noises should be kept to a minimum even in private.

In which Iida Tenya is a slight cockblock to Kirishima and Bakugou.

spin it right around, but aim it towards me by rythyme (pugglemuggle)

Mina was on the cusp of a theory. She knew there was something weird going on with Kirishima and Bakugou and the topic of mouth-to-mouth contact, but she wasn’t sure if it was just a “bros don’t kiss” thing or something else. That was, until the end-of-year party.

Or, Kirishima has a crush, and Mina is a great wingwoman. A party game ensues.

oh, the places you'll go by a box of rocks (abundleoftwigs)

Bakugou Katsuki is hopelessly, helplessly, and obviously in love with Kirishima Eijirou.

Too bad the only person who hasn't figured that out yet seems to be Bakugou himself.

(A retrospective on Bakugou and Kirishima's relationship as seen through the eyes of a childhood friend)

when a rock and a hard place love each other very much... by shizuumi151

"What's bothering you, Kaminari?"

It was so ready to leap off the tip of his tongue. He was aching to confess, get everything off his chest, and forget any of this ever happened.

So much. So very much, Kaminari wanted to say. I don't even know where to begin. It's a shitshow and I'm in the crossfire. Save me, please, I beg of you.

Kaminari ends up as the middleman and can't do anything about it. But for the sake of courage, true love, and his sanity, he has to.

speak into the silence by rosedvst

It’s odd, hearing Bakugou speak so calmly about death and loss. Bakugou is all fire and rage and sparks flying from the palms of his hands, fighting tooth and nail to be the best, to be number one, to survive another day. But now, in this isolated and frigid cave, he is cool, he is collected, he has accepted that he may very well die in excruciating pain without seeing the love of his life again.

And it kills Kaminari.

Deliberate Ignorance by KiriBakuHappiness

“Did you hear that?” Midoriya asks from beside him, bright green eyes wide and bug-like as he stares at the place where Kirishima and Bakugou had just been a few moments ago.

“Yes,” Shouto answers casually, because Midoriya doesn’t continue after that, and they’re the only ones in the common area so clearly he had heard everything. He just didn’t really think that it was much of an important conversation to overhear if he was being honest about it.

Bakugou liked to cook, and Bakugou liked Kirishima, and Kirishima liked food. It was all very simple and straightforward, really.

“It sounded like Kacchan was going to make a cake for Kirishima for his birthday,” Midoriya breathed out in some form of astonished bewilderment. “He even went out of his way to ask him what kind he would like best!”

“Sounds like something a good boyfriend should do,” Shouto levels with an unbothered shrug of his shoulders and another long slurp of his soba noodles.

Midoriya aggressively chokes on his spit at that.

-- OR --

Todoroki knows that Bakugou and Kirishima are dating, but nobody believes the resident conspiracy theorist.

outside looking in by bbuggs

He had expected a villain or something of the sort. He would never have dreamed that the person who was climbing buildings at twelve o'clock at night would be one of his classmates. Outside Izuku's window, standing on the ledge was none other than Kirishima Eijirou.

"Kirishima?" Izuku said as he slid open his window, "What are you doing here?"

He blushed. "I didn't actually know you lived in this building, I was going to see Bakugou."

--

Kirishima and Bakugou's relationship through the eyes of the only person who knows about it - Midoriya

#bnha #kiribaku #bakushima #kiribaku fic rec #the writer rocked #writers #list

[esskaden]

Little, low quality apperently, snippet of the new episode of our webcomic SONDER currently up on Webtoons! (link in bio)

#procreate #webcomic #webtoon #web comic #comics #science fiction #original character #canadian #illustration

[getallemeralds]

got tagged by @burningcrab! hi crab hi ty

recommend 3 of your fics: your most popular and 2 hidden gems

most popular: feeling less than valiant (henry stickmin, 2 chapters, 6k words) is a valiant hero fix-it fic, although it takes a chapter to get to the fix-it. it's.. i honestly didn't expect it to be my most popular one? it's my first (and so far only published) stickmin fic and it's kinda rough around the edges.

hidden gem 1: it's all uphill from here (blaseball, 4 chapters, 14k words) is a fic in sonder's offic tragicomedy au that started out as discord snippets and then kinda got away from me. the complicated friendship triangle between pvrker / reader / wyatt and the implications of charging the microphone in this au grabbed me like a squeaky toy and suddenly this happened. i think about it a lot. i love pvrker he's trying so hard

hidden gem 2: early access (hlvrai, 1 chapter, 8k words) is a compressed version of a longer fic that i never ended up writing in full. it's.. complicated? i read a lot of metaposting about how wayne is playing a character that is playing gordon, so i kinda took the concept of "who is the person playing this game?" and made it into somebody. this is mostly an exploration on, like, identity fuckery and how events are interpreted when you get "too in-character" and it was a ton of fun. looking back on it i'm not happy with the ending but i love the snippets of discord convos

tagging 3: @jorbs-palace, @betweenlands, @qrth!

#leo chirps #leodrabbles #henry stickmin #blaseball #hlvrai

[all-hail-trash-prince]

WIP GAME

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

The titles (some of them are folders because the only files in the folders are "chapter 1" etc)

4 Mikey

LORE - WORLD

5 Easy Steps (5+1)

Human Dan 2, what crime will he commit (possible blahaj kidnapping)

Random Scene Writes

Sonder

chpater thgie 4 real this time?

A Slight Misunderstanding

Among Us

JJBA Part 5 Time Travel Fix-It

No New Messages

ROTTMNT imaginary friend au

Amphibia Chatfic

Amphibia Language Barrier ch 1

Cabinet Man with a Cabinet Plan

CURSED FIC OH NO

Let's Go Turtles

#some of these are so old or only have a bit of planning and no actual writing done #but id be down to talk about any of them! #ask game

[eicenrellarchives]

Welcome to Ky of Sonder's Eicenrell Archives!

Like the description says, this is a side blog for @kyofsonder that's specifically focused on my writing. While I enjoy mixing my writing work with more passive reblogging and not-fiction-related personal posts on my main blog, it can get frustrating not having a central archive of the stories/poems/writeblr things I've posted to Tumblr. To solve this problem and give readers a place to just easily rad what they want from my works, I've created this archive.

There's no requirement to follow my main blog in order to follow this one, and I couldn't enforce it if there was. It's also perfectly fine to address writeblr ask and tag games here, but know that if you ask anything that's not writing related I'll answer it on my main blog (or another side blog if I make others).

Content Notice:

All writing will have content warnings where applicable, if I ever forget or if a reader has a specific thing they would like included in these warnings (ex: I don't think birds need a warning, but someone with a phobia of them might prefer bracing themself before reading descriptions of them) please send an ask or message and I will fo my best to add it to my warnings in the future.

Commission Info:

I'm currently rebuilding my writing habits and haven't had time to do research on standard commission rates, but I'm open to taking a commission or two from those willing to discuss price in messages until proper rates and slots can be decided. Thank you for your patience, and please reach out if you are also willing to be patient about price negotiations.

Tag System:

Spoons providing, I tag my work for organization purposes first and give my thoughts in the tags after. These tags include

sonder stories - all prose, including any asks or tags involving prose, and OC development

sonder songs - all poems and lyrics, including any asks or tags involving poetry, and poetry development

sonder solos - all prose created/assisted by playing solo TTRPGs involving mechanics like flipping over playing cards, rolling dice, drawing straws, etc.

sonder snippets - all excerpts and short content taken from longer works and/or works in progress

story link - all fully finished stories presented in the form of an external link to a site such as google docs or AO3 or somewhere else

eicenrell archive - all archived copies of writing, most posts should have this tag

analogue media - all screenshots of handwritten prose, poetry, etc.

eicenrell info - all worldbuilding related to the eicenrell universe where my stories take place

eicenrell worlds - when specific worlds from the eicenrell universe are mentioned by name

eicenrell magic - when specific magic systems from the eicenrell universe are mentioned by name

night write - all transcriptions or photos of prose and poetry handwritten in a journal on a (mostly, spoons and other factors permitting) nightly basis

sonder speaks - announcements and personal info, while this is largely restricted to the main blog it'll come up here sometimes

tag games - all content responding to or joining in tag games from various corners of the writeblr community

ask games - all content responding to or joining in ask games from various corners of the writeblr community

a place to return novel - all content related to a novel wip of mine titled A Place to Return

apricots novel - all content related to a novel wip of mine titled Apricots

to be honest novel- all content related to a novel wip of mine titled To Be Honest

stray identities novel - all content related to a novel wip of mine titled stray identities

love as indicated wip - all content related to a story collection/novel wip of mine titled love as indicated

Other Tags Pending...

OC Masterpost

Pending...

#sonder speaks #eicenrell archive #eicenrell masterpost #eicenrell reference #I'll do my best to keep this archive orderly #it should be easy when my main blog exists to hold the not orderly posts

[kyofsonder]

Last Line Tag 1

I was tagged by @writingpotato07, among others over the last 3.5 weeks, to share the last line of the most recent WIP I was working on (at this point it's the line written most closely to when I was originally tagged) and tag others to keep the game going. I’ll be cheating slightly to avoid repeating lines, but hopefully that's not a problem. Thank you for the tag, for your patience waiting for me to post this, and for the chance to share my writing! 

I’ll tag: @aohendo, @space-cadead, @aloeverawrites, @inkspellangel, @cactusmotif, and as always anyone else who wants to join in can say I tagged them!

Here’s the last line of my novel WIP “Apricots”:

His vision feels a little clearer as the flavors of ginger and honey start to seep into his bones.

#writing #last line tag #sonder stories #sonder snippets #apricots wip #the scene itself is pretty abstract #but the tea #that's concrete #at least #it is for Ian #ginger tea with lots of honey #just how Ian likes it #not that it's his favorite flavor #but it's up there on his list

[writeblrsupport]

Hi! I recently posted a snippet from a work of mine titled Sonder, a prose poetry piece. Could I ask for that to be reblogged?

Done darling!!

[thecanishades]

The autopsy of Alice Corbin

(A snippet of an autopsy done by medical examiner Rory Cattanach, one of my favourite characters from my upcoming novel "Into The Wilde")

Alice Corbin lay bare and exposed on Rory’s table. Her eyes were open and locked onto his, glassed over and hazy. Rory downed the last of his Monster Energy and began the autopsy.

He took note of all external markings: ligature marks around her neck, a mole under her left eye, old bruising under one of her knees, a scar across her right shoulder. Anything could be a clue, so he made sure to write it down. If he missed something, it could mean that Bradley couldn’t solve the case. He knew that kind of failure would eat him up inside. Rory knew that letting such a thing happen would break his heart. He flipped Alice onto her back again and moved her hair from her face. He was filled with a sense of sonder; this was a woman who had a life, a childhood. She would have learnt to ride a bike, or had a petty fight with a parent, or fallen in love with someone for the first time… Rory was always in awe at this. Even while in the morgue, he was surrounded by life. He finished the first portion of his work by draining her of her blood, ensuring a quick and clean examination.

The next, more gruelling section of the autopsy involved weighing her organs. Rory hummed along to Lana Del Rey’s ‘West Coast’ as he began carving into her flesh, just like he’d done to plenty of others. He trailed the scalpel from both shoulders to her navel, eventually trailing down to her pelvic bone. The cut was deep. He peeled back layers of muscle and soft tissue until he could see the sweet ivory of her ribcage. Once the ribs had been sufficiently cut into, and the heart and lungs were exposed, he reached into her chest and cut them free. Her heart was heavy in his hand. Rory guessed it was around 290g, slightly bigger than the average females. He weighed it. He was close- it was 287,5g. He did the same with the lungs, setting them aside in a plastic container for when he was finished.

The abdominal muscle was removed to expose the rest of her organs: the liver, intestines, stomach, pancreas kidneys, spleen, and her pelvic organs. Rory chuckled to himself in the soft glow of the morgue lights. This was the closest he’d gotten to a naked woman since college. The thought was disappointing. He finished the process of weighing the organs and cleaned them as quickly as he could. The liver and kidney needed to be set aside for external testing. He figured he’d get it done early the next morning. Rory stuffed up her body to replace the gaps her organs left behind. He sewed her chest up and covered her with the tarp, giving her some modesty after all she’d been through. She was dead, but he still felt that she should be respected.

The bone saw whirred as it tore through Alice’s skull. There wasn’t much blood left in her; Rory had made sure to drain her and fill her with a formaldehyde mixture before cutting her open. He made the cut from behind her ears to the crown of the skull before peeling back the skin and muscle of her head and face. It was not a pleasant sight. Rory hastily removed her brain and set it into a jar. He'd keep it in a preservative solution for a few weeks before he did any further work with it. He could see his breath. The morgue was colder than it should be. Rory set down his tools and collapsed into a chair at his desk. His head throbbed and his vision was blurred. He tried to clean his glasses, but it didn’t make a difference. The glasses landed on the tiled floor with a crack and Rory felt his arms become heavy.

[lacependragon]

Some exchanges from a scene in Sonder, because I like them a lot.

“I may not know what I want to be, but I know what I don’t want to be,” said Jude.

“What’s that?” asked Nolan, slurping his noodles.

“You.”

And...

“The odds of someone becoming Champion are abysmal, and I don’t see the point in giving people false hope only to let them down,” said Jude.

Genevieve smiled at them. “I suppose that’s where we disagree, then.”

“That there’s nothing wrong with false hope?” asked Jude.

“That there is such a thing as false hope.”

And...

“I think it’s brave,” said Lark, poking at their bowtie noodles. “To be like you.”

“Stubborn?” asked Jude, raising both eyebrows.

“Sturdy. You might not have a big dream, but you’re not afraid to speak up when people try to push theirs on you. That takes a lot of courage.”

Jude frowned. Huh. “That’s how it is in Furrowbury, I suppose. You either stand your ground or get run over by the evangelists.”

“Faith is important,” said Genevieve.

Jude leveled her with a look, across the table. “Maybe. But in my experience, all faith does it drive you to destroy everyone outside your little bubble of what humanity should be.”

Genevieve lowered her gaze. “I forget sometimes.”

“That religion can suck?”

"That there’s more than one way to experience hardship.”

idk. i just think they’re neat.

#lace speaks #lace writes #pokemon #sonder #pqf #pokemon quarantine fic #snippets

[bread--quest]

hi sonder :) curious abt ur dvd commentary on the clover fic! esp this part

They try one last time, legs still shaky and everything still blurry around them. They step out and move slowly but deliberately forward, each step an effort but a worthwhile one, eyes fixed on that glowing home base.

They reach it, collapse upon it, and the Shadows take them in.

The Shadows are…fine. They wake up in Mexico City somewhere near the end of Season 16, but they don’t ever feel like they’ve properly woken up. The first time they manage to speak, they ask after their former team.

They can’t even feel grief when they’re told that many of them were Redacted too, just the same dull numbness that seems to be all that’s left in them.

“How do you feel?” Pangolin Ruiz asks them, once it seems like they’re capable of speech. They answer “Hollow.”

formatting mine like directors commentary also because you did it and it looks so fun

snippet from this fic!

SONDER: So, um, so this part is one of the parts where I really referenced Reblase. Shout out--shout out to Reblase, everyone! Love Reblase. So yeah, Glover wasn't like...wasn't batted in, exactly. They went to second base, and then they advanced on two outs--two ground outs, I think--to get home. And so to me that was like, no one's going to bring them in, they don't have the strength to steal bases--they're just gonna get there one step at a time. I, um, [awkward laughter], I really like using the home base/going home metaphor. With Attractors especially, its like--to break your curse, kind of, to get out of the Redaction-space, you have to find your way home. And for Glover that's a slow process, and it's one they do alone.

SONDER: And then they're an Attractor! So...Attractors mean having your Soul taken out. And I think that's really fucked up. Uhhh...yeah. [laughs] But like, seriously, I think you feel like...I think it's like, you literally got a piece of you taken away. It's like the depths of grief, except worse, because the person you're grieving is yourself, and without your Soul you don't even really have the emotional capacity to process that grief. So it's kind of like being out of it 24/7 for a while. I think eventually, you can start to kind of do things again probably, and with Glover obviously that process is going to be sort of sped along, not necessarily in a good way, by the Ego. [deep breath] Sorry, okay. My point here is, like, I think Glover spends most of the fic, since the Grand Unslam really, in mourning for themself. Like, my original pitch for their lore was just "guy who keeps getting things about them taken away and other things put back in their place." They get their name taken away in the Unslam and their...something else? taken away in the rerolls, and then eventually they get fire put back, with the fire eater. And now they got their Soul taken away, and they're gonna get gold put back in its place eventually, but for now they just feel...really empty. The song I listened to while writing this was Karma by AJR. I probably could've just said that, instead of saying all this. [laughter]

#chattin #ask games #god this was so so fun #thank you so much crab!! #crab my friend crab