#tears ricochet

[beautifulbows924]

7, 12, 66 <3

Post a snippet from a wip.

-> This is from the second part to Over the Love.

Do you know where we are?

Steven runs a hand through his hair to calm himself, tugging a bit on the ends, “I’m not sure, it doesn’t look familiar”. Bending down to pick up the light, he shifts to hold it out in front of him.

The soil is soft below his feet, like it was recently placed there. A shovel stands directly ahead, covered in dirt, “Are you playing a prank?”.

“This isn’t funny, Marc.”

What are you talking about? What did you see?

Steven rummages through his pockets, looking for the compact mirror they keep in case of emergencies. Flipping it open, he’s greeted with Marc’s face.

“I- I’m not sure. I don’t like this”, he responds, eyes darting from the mirror to the shovel.

Do you outline your fics?  If yes, how detailed are your outlines?  How far do you stray from them?

I don’t use outlines. I’ve actually always been really terrible at the ‘planning’ stage of writing.

The closest thing to an ‘outline’ I do is write down any bits of dialogue that come to mind when I think about the fic. Once I have a good feel for the story I’ll start writing around the dialogue I’ve already created.

What’s a fun fact about Tears Ricochet?

For that series, I had the first part of Begin Again (where Marc is watching the reader on the rooftops) written before I ever wrote Tears Ricochet.

& I wrote it at least a week prior, so the rest of the series was actually formed around that specific part of the story.

<3

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[tayloralison]

And you can aim for my heart, go for blood but you would still miss me in your bones.

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[tswift]

I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home

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[stillgotscars]

my tears ricochet - taylor swift

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[the-tortured-poets-dpt]

you turned into your worst fears

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[breakbleheavens]

MY TEARS RICOCHET The Eras Tour — Houston, Texas (Night 1) | April 21, 2023

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[cametotheshowinsd]

Can I ask you a question...?

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[hits-differently]

my tears ricochet - t.s.

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[midnightspunisher]

when taylor swift said "and the only way back to my dignity was to turn into a shrouded mystery" and when she said "but if he's a ghost then i can be a phantom" and when she said "nobody physically saw me for a year" and when she said "i wake in the night, i pace like a ghost" and when she said "you know i didn't want to have to haunt you but what a ghostly scene" and when she said "help i'm still at the restaurant, still sitting in a corner i haunt" and when she said "when she stood, she stood with a desolate knowingness" and when she said "i knew you'd haunt all of my 'what-ifs'" and when she said "i guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted"

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[rubysunnday]

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

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[beautifulbows924]

1, 8, 18 and 40 <3

What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

I always write in EB Garamond. It was close enough to Times New Roman, so my english professor would allow me to write my essays in it. Because of that, it became the only font I like to write in (when I can’t write in it, I like to italicize my writing- since my actual handwriting has a natural slant to it). It’s actually a bit of a superstition at this point lol. Here’s a sample in it from Tears Ricochet.

If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

I could honestly see myself doing either, but I’d definitely rather write a story without action, than a story without dialogue. I think dialogue helps create the story and its characters- without it writing feels hollow. If I had to write a story without action, I suppose I’d make it lovers during a lazy day in bed (or something). Sweet nothings, soft kisses pressed to naked skin, learning each other’s bodies in a romantic way. I think that would be beautiful.

Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

This is a passage from the beginning of A Cruel, Capricious God.

I read a lot of descriptions of being stabbed before writing this- personal accounts and how other writers decided to describe it in their own writing. Honestly, I’m not entirely clear on the backstory to this moment yet, since I’ve only written the prologue to this story- but I’m planning on having flashbacks littered throughout the rest on what happened before this.

The reader is an unreliable narrator in this fic (due to their obsession & perceived betrayal). They think Khonshu & his new avatar (Marc) left them for dead, and yet they wake up to find themselves alive, their wound considerably smaller and a makeshift tourniquet wrapped around them.

This passage definitely changed a lot- even now, there are still things I’d like to pick apart and change about it. ‘But it’s even more painful to think that the God you revered so highly has left you here to die, and found another avatar. Perhaps one that suits him better. So you choose not to think at all.’ I think this is the section I changed the most. I couldn’t figure out how to punctuate it correctly- the first and second sentences were combined, but I preferred the way it sounded separated (I still do actually). & Originally, ‘So you choose not to think at all.’ wasn’t even included (I didn’t decide to add that until one of my later run throughs). All in all though, I’m really happy with this passage. I think it’s one of my best descriptive pieces.

Please share a poem with me, I need it.

I’ll share two, because I love the excuse to share my poetry with you (TW, my work is pretty dark sometimes and these are no exception).

Normally, when someone touches their hand to a stove

They pull away like they've been scalded

I'm not like that-

I leave my hand there

For what seems like ages

And once it's black and charred

Someone tries to fix it with Bandaids

But we all know, how well- those stay on

~a.r.t.

I'm always thinking

Pulling at the rubberbands that line my wrists

The pain takes away

From the truth that hides within

So I swallow up my thoughts

And I tape my mouth shut

For words never spoken...

~a.r.t.

@iamalinarose I hope you’re having a lovely day!

Send me an ask while I work on a new fic <3

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[yancant]

I wanted to be your woman, wanted to be your man, wanted to be the one that you could understand ☹️

Errr self indulgent Narra and Astarion bc I just finished his companion quest and I think he needs to be held

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[themoon-andtosaturn]

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[stillgotscars]

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[sadbeautifutragic]

And I still talk to you When I'm screaming at the sky And when you can't sleep at night You hear my stolen lullabies ↳ Eras Tour Series Part 2/?

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[scwheeler]

🩸🔪 ˖ ࣪⊹ — ‘MY TEARS RICOCHET’

pairing: ethan landry x reader

summary: miscommunication leads to the loss of ethan’s only lover and much regret

warning: blood, violence, stabbing, death

authors note: i’m a swiftie !! (lyrics are in italics)

i didn't have it in myself to go with grace

you sucked in air through your teeth as coldness took over your body. carefully your eyes drifted downwards to your stomach where a black object was. out of adrenaline, the pain didnt kick it until a few moments later. your body shivered in response to the sharp knife cutting through your skin and embedding itself into the side of your stomach.

you looked up, straight at your killer. the dark lights of the room making it almost impossible to identify who it was. but you saw the mask. the black and white ghostface mask that had been on the news nonstop since the late nineties.

'cause when i’d fight, you used to tell me i was brave

after running around the room to get away, fate finally caught up to you. even though you fought and fought, throwing lamps and chairs over the room to slow down your killer, it was inevitable.

the mask that your friends had warned you about. the one tara had gotten stabbed by, but survived. looking around for help you realized your unfortunate fate. there was no escape, no help.

and if i’m dead to you, why are you at the wake?

your killer didnt even stab you with the knife all the way. they stopped at two-thirds and you could feel their body tense up, almost regretting their decision.

your back was pressed hard against the wall and you reached around to keep yourself up but failed. your legs have out and you slid down to the cold hard floor while your killer stood there with a hand out where the knife had been. now the knife was skewed into your abdomen as you tried not to scream in pain.

biting your tongue, tears streamed down your face. you heard a heavy breathes coming from above. there was a gasp, a moment of surprise and regret following with a small whisper, “y/n..?”

cursing my name, wishing i stayed

look at how my tears ricochet

you put pressure on your wound and refused to pull out the knife since you watched all those survival tip youtube videos with mindy. she had taught you to never take it out or else you’d immediately bleed out. you remembered tara and anika laughing and joking that it was ridiculous. that it would never happen.

and i can go anywhere i want

the shadowy figure in front of you crouched down, kneeling before you. slowly they lifted their mask and revealed such a familiar face. the face that would remind you of home. the face you would kiss before going to sleep. the face would give you such comfort and love.

with blood rising in your throat, “ethan?”

anywhere i want, just not home

the same face that was now sitting before you with blood on his hands. your blood.

and you can aim for my heart, go for blood

but you would still miss me in your bones

ethan landry was reaching for your wound. the one he inflicted. you couldn’t believe your eyes and wanted to run away, avoid this confrontation but it was too late. he was inching forward but instead of the harsh interactions from earlier.

he was back to himself. handling with care and with a face of worry. “oh my god…fuck,” he whispered and panicked over the blood leaking down to the floor.

and i still talk to you (when i’m screaming at the sky)

and when you can't sleep at night (you hear my stolen lullabies)

“no no you weren’t supposed to be here,” he muttered and tears started to form in his eyes. you could’ve laughed at the irony. your own boyfriend stabbing you after swearing he would protect you. suddenly the pain wore off and your body felt an uncomfortable lack of warmth with chills running down your back.

all of your weight was leaning on the wall behind you and your head followed. your hands fell to the ground and no more pressure was tended to wound except ethan’s. his efforts of trying to revive you were useless.

i didn't have it in myself to go with grace

he saw your phone tossed a few inches away and grabbed it, hurrying to call 911. he didn’t even realize he was still in the ghostface outfit or the blood that stained his hands.

the specks of blood on his face were getting washed off by the tears slipping from his eyes. “jus—just hold on! please y/n don’t give up…s-stay awake!” he pleaded and waited for the opposite end to pick up.

and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves

“hello this is 911, how can i help you?” the operator said. “my girlfriend needs help! her name is y/n y/l/n, she needs an ambulance she’s dying! she’s been stabbed please!” he shouted and continued to explain but your ears were drowning out the noise.

as your eyes roamed the room, the bright lights on the ceiling were making your eyes sensitive. you looked away and felt your vision blur. ethan noticed your limp body fading away, as his grip became firm as he let go of the phone.

you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

cursing my name, wishing i stayed

his attention completely fixed on you. “no y/n! fuck fuck fuck please just stay with me! they’re coming!”

your eyes shut and ethan shook your body but there was no response. there were sirens outside already but he could tell it was too late and you were gone. as much as he didn’t want to believe it, he held your body close to his.

you turned into your worst fears

his grief poured out in a flood of uncontrollable tears as he continued to pull you closer even though you already were. the hugs shared between you and ethan were for warmth and comfort, when one of you passed a test, leaving for a weekend trip, winning a game of just dance, or when he would instantly be knocking at your front door when you needed a shoulder to cry on.

but this was different.

there was no reciprocation and ethan was alone. his throat was tight and his breaths were short with his heavy sobs tearing through his chest. his voice was quavering and shaky, “this is all quinn’s fault—no no it’s my fault. you weren’t in this, this isn’t your fault—i’m sorry.”

and you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain

crossing out the good years

your unresponsive body relaxed in ethan’s arms and you felt at peace. while your head fell back, a tear slipped from your eye and trailed down your cheek.

and you're cursing my name, wishing i stayed

ethan ignored the footsteps of the police charging in and the sirens getting louder. his sobs flooded his ears and his cries turned into whimpers. the lingering sadness strangled his throat and he burrowed his head into your shoulder.

look at how my tears ricochet

this time he needed a shoulder to cry on.

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