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Rebels really gave us different and believable ways of grieving for each character. Hera hanging out with her oldest friend Chopper, finding some way to blame herself for Kanan's death and then honouring his memory in her family's Kalikori. Ezra wandering off alone, lost and directionless without his master, but slowly coming to accept Kanan's loss and letting him go, to learn from his sacrifice. Sabine and Zeb's immediate instinct to go blow shit up and make the Empire pay, but staying each other's hand when things get too violent, because Kanan taught them that how they fight is just as important as why. And all of them are able to come together after they've processed his death in their own ways, to hold each other in their grief and continue working as a team in his memory.
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t-lane-writes · 8 days
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The World of The Specters
For now, only the map. Tekst coming soon.
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eveningspirit · 2 years
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💡and 👀 for Ananke, and 💄 and 💭 for the WIP of your choice! (i almost said Specters or CS but I don't know if you're thinking actively about them or not)
Thank you! :D
Ananke then...
💡 What inspired you to want to write it?
Honestly? It was a dream. Or that moment when you are on the edge of awakening, the kind of lucid thing? The first idea for the plot happened there.
However, now that I think about it, the plot and the world sprung out separately. The world was born from a sentence I heard somewhere, "Six Years of Darkness". It was actually the original title of the story that was supposed to happen in this world, but it was a different story, lol.
BTW, I started writing it in... wait for it... 2013...
👀 Can you give us any sneak peaks?
Les'see...
Conor went back to the Emitter Station and found Morgan in front of the wall, which showed the outside environment of the city in detailed horror.
Visibility was nearly zero, only gray clouds billowed in front of the cameras like a boiling soup. Vortexes of matter emerged and rushed by, or dissolved into other vortexes or a formless semi-fluid. Unidentified shapes, darker or sometimes lighter, bulged up and vanished back into this constantly shifting pulp. Mud maybe? Stones? Or pieces of formerly living organisms? Sound was turned low, but it was a constant hum and roar, staccatoed by a louder clamor of impacts and barrage.
Conor hadn’t given any thought to what it would look like out there. He had no idea about that environment.
“Are you trying to convince me we shouldn’t do it?” he asked, his mouth dry.
Morgan inhaled sharply, startled. “What? No,” he laughed a little. “No, I’m just looking. She’s amazing, isn’t she?”
“She?”
“Aruna.”
Amazing? Conor stared at the wallscreen. He wouldn’t use that term. But as he listened to Morgan speak softly, something relaxed within him.
“I’ve always loved how she changes. When the day is new, and then, as the night approaches. [...]
Yeah. That’s enough... ;)
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And now... Specters it is,
because that's what I wanted to do this September, however it seems I will only be able to spare half of September on it, sadly. (October is TBD >: ) Also, Ananke, Specters, Crystal Spring Valley and Black Wings are the stories I can talk about anytime. ;) (the others... I don’t quite know enough yet)
💄 Will you be trying anything different in this?
I'm not sure I understand this question... I think I kind of tried already. I know the ending and that was the first story I really worked on that, so that was new. As for what I have yet to do? I don’t think anything will be particularly different. 
💭 Is there a line or scene you can see clearly already?
I kind of had a few conversations between Noel and Neve well imagined at some point, but now I’m not even sure they will be in the story, lol.
I think that moment where Specters are wiped out from the area by the EMP, and Noel can’t breathe. And later, when he’s in intensive care and his friends visit him, and they try to find the way to help him, because doctors obviously have no idea how he’s connected to the Specters. Yes. That scene I can see quite clearly. :)
Questions are from this post.
In case anyone else wants to ask... *wink-wink*
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itsybitsybatsyspider · 8 months
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i want that slut covered in blood and traumatized by his actions
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specterpants · 4 months
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i love to 👍 i'm a thumbs-upper in real life and online
peak of simplistic silent communication to me
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spilladabalia · 26 days
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The Specters - Depression
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notrandtumblin · 1 month
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charlie-artlie · 29 days
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I think the death weirdos should hang out
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hellspawnmotel · 6 months
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I dont need to ask why mona calls you babygirl. I know already
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wakasagayhime · 6 months
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female bullying
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Specter
Darkened mood
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oh no!!! discord is down!!! better let my online friends know by messaging them on—
oh god.
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t-lane-writes · 2 months
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Five Lines Tag
I wasn't tagged, but @blind-the-winds said "and you!" and I thought they meant me.
It's fot The Specters (my current WIP)
A Line About A Weapon
Nersan shook his head, took a step back and raised his hands, so the woman would back off. Emma realized her palms were curled into fists. She made a conscious effort to release them but curled them right back a moment later. The strange woman put her weapon down and tilted her head to the side.  “Nersan Ziya,” she drawled. “Long time no see.” 
A Passionate Line
She blinked, like she understood something, but not exactly the message he had for her. Something else.  He was still holding her face, a light touch, barely there. His thumb near her lips. And she watched his face with sharp intensity. The tip of her tongue slid out, as her eyes wandered to his lips and then back up. His thumb traced the drop of moisture, instinctively. She held her breath. 
A Line With Touch
Neve took a step closer to him and carefully reached out to touch his shoulder. “Are you okay?” she asked.  He put his hand over hers and nodded. Closed his eyes, drawing comfort from the contact. At least she could do this little. After a few seconds he opened his eyes, then touched his lips with an open palm and extended it toward her. “Thank you.”  “Okay.” Neve muttered, flustered. He was her mentor, he was the strong one, and she had no idea what she was supposed to do now.  Anaher touched her hand to make her look at him again, then pointed at the heap of soil and leaves and pebbles and broken ceramics under the window, then at the kitchen cabinet. When she turned to look there, he pulled at her hand again and, when she looked, made a sign she didn’t know.  “Careful,” he whispered when she didn’t understand.  “With the plants?” Neve made sure. He had quite a lot of them, must have wanted to save whatever could still be saved. “Of course, I will be careful,” she promised. 
A Line That Is Shouted
Anaher [...] signed to his brother, “We’re leaving. Come.”  “No!” Troy screamed. “I’m not going anywhere with you!”  “Hey, easy.” Even Jan-Rei was surprised, but Troy didn’t pay him any attention. He charged at Anaher and pushed him with both his hands.  Anaher took a step back, air escaping his lungs from the impact of both, his brother’s hands and the wall he hit with his back. He gasped, but Troy wasn’t aware of that either.  “Do you think I wanted you here? Do you think I need you? That I ever needed you? You ruined my life! Go away! You hear me? Go away!”   He was right in Anaher’s face, his spit landing on his cheeks and eyelids. Anaher tried to push him away [...]
A Sad Line
How was he supposed to-- He looked at Emma. He loved her. She was the greatest thing that happened to him. He believed in her. The last thing he wanted was to cause her pain.  She glanced up, not reaching his face really, and then looked down at her lap again. “They followed Zane Lee’s manifesto,” she guessed, with unconcealed bitterness.  “I started to hate him then,” Nersan admitted in a whisper. “Now I know I was wrong. They are wrong--”  “Please stop.” Emma put a hand over his. “I know,” she uttered. “Tell the story.”  “Of course.” Nersan swallowed through a lump in his throat. “This is where it all started,” he said, because there wasn’t much to add. “At the very least it is one of the places where the Extremists movement was initiated. And-- I had my part in it.”  He could add how he hadn’t been here long. How, when Wendi and Willem’s true allegiance had been revealed, how when he heard about Steinn’s plans, he couldn’t be a part of this any longer. How he didn’t intend to look for Emma. He had known her before leaving Majid, they had met through Anaher. After leaving this place and going back to Majid he-- Truth be told he had been curious. Truth be told he had initiated their first meeting, his and Emma’s. 
Tagging, no pressure: @echo-bleu , @drippingmoon , @hithelleth , @daisywords , @void-botanist , @memento-morri-writes , @ryns-ramblings , @did-i-do-this-write , @aohendo and.. yeah, you!
When tackling this, replace "A Passionate Line" with "A Line About Frienship".
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amoebeau · 5 months
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animal eyes
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the-bluespirit · 4 months
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PATRICK J. ADAMS and GABRIEL MACHT from Suits (2011-2019) at the 81st Golden Globes
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benzatthanin · 3 months
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SUITS 1.01 | Pilot
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