#word count will increase

[starry-bi-sky]

Stuck in the middle of a forest made of

Flesh and bones and they're all scared of

A lost little boy who has lost his heart

Fear's not enough, they have to

Tear him apart —-------

There are two things Daniel Fenton knows that his family knows as well: 

He’s adopted.

He can’t remember anything else before that.  

‘Adoption’ is a loose term, implying that they went through the official legal processes and troubles of adopting a child into their home willingly, and with the full intention of doing so going into it. That is not what happened. What happened is that Jasmine Fenton found a half-dead child, in strange clothing, in the middle of the woods at her Aunt Alicia’s cabin, and then she went and got her parents. 

What happened is that a twelve year old Danny woke up in the same cabin, wearing clothes much too big on him that didn’t belong to him, and with very little memory of before that moment. He wakes up like a spring being set loose, sitting up so fast he scares the daylights out of Jasmine Fenton sitting next to him. He wakes up, reaching for his sleeve for something that isn’t there, and when it isn’t his mind stutters, like he’s tripped at the top of a steep hill. 

When they ask him for his name, he tells them, clearing muddled thoughts from his mind; Danny. He’s twelve.

(He thinks that’s his name, at least. It sounds right; it feels right. If he thinks really hard about it, he thinks he can remember someone calling him that, utter adoration in their voice. So it must be his name.) 

The Jasmine girl convinces her parents to take him home with them, and they give him the spare guest room upstairs. He has nothing to fill it with.

It’s… a strange experience, to go to a ‘new’ home when he doesn’t even remember his old one. 

The official adoption process… happens. He can’t say it’s easy, or difficult. He’s oblivious for the most of it, Jasmine intends on helping him settle in and Danny can’t say he enjoys the smothering. He learns that he is stubbornly self-independent, that’s one new thing he knows about himself. 

His adoption papers say ‘Daniel J. Fenton’. Danny remembers staring at the name ‘Daniel’ for a long, long moment, something curdling sour in his sternum. His name is Danny, that he knows. But it’s not Daniel. But he doesn’t know any other way of saying it, so he keeps his complaints to himself.

(Jack Fenton boisterously claps his hand on Danny’s shoulder and jerks him around, grinning wide as he welcomes him into the Fenton Family. Danny’s mind blanches at the touch on his shoulder, an instinct snapping like the maw of a snake, telling him to cut off the man’s fingers for daring to touch him.) 

(He keeps the thought to himself, tension rising up his shoulders the longer Jack Fenton’s heavy hand stays on him.) 

They found Danny in the summer. It’s a perfect coincidence, Maddie Fenton says before she goes back into her lab with Jack Fenton. She says it’s enough time to allow Danny to adjust; that they’ll enroll him into the school year in the fall. Then she stuffs a canister of ectoplasm onto the top shelf, and disappears like the ghosts she studies back down the stairs.  

(There’s something eerily familiar about the ectoplasm sitting in the fridge, something unsettlingly so. Danny knows what that stuff is, but he doesn’t know where. When the house is empty, he takes a can from the fridge and inspects it.)

Jazz wants him to leave the house. Danny doesn’t want to step foot outside of the FentonWorks building until he has something that quells the feeling of vulnerability he gets whenever he does. He tried to once, and he felt exposed. Unsafe. 

He turned back around and went inside.

—-------

Where do we go

When the river's running slow

Where do we run

When the cats kill one by one

—------

One day, when the house is empty — or, as empty as it can be; the Fenton parents down in the lab, and jazz out with friends. Danny is making a sandwich, and he caves into the urge to flip the knife in his hands between his fingers. A childish impulse, but one he falls for nonetheless. It comes to him easily, like second nature, in fact. The slip of the blade between his fingers is seamless, flowing with an ease like water running down the wall.  

He’s almost startled by it; his body holds memories that his mind does not. Muscles that know which way to move and twist, limbs that know how to hold and how to throw. He continues twirling it, fascinated, as if he were a scientist discovering a new species of animal. 

It’s not for a handful of minutes when a new thought hits him; an impulsive thought that pops in the back of his mind like a firecracker; Danny moves without thinking. 

He turns, and throws the knife. The pull of his shoulder, the flick of his elbow, is familiar like a hug. He knows when to let go, and the blade flies through the air in impressive speed, embedding itself into the wall with a hearty, loud thunk. Sinking into the drywall like butter. 

Danny stares at it in shock, he feels relieved — about what? — before he feels the guilt. He scrambles across the kitchen to pull it out, heart racing in his chest at being caught, and prays no one notices the hole it left behind. 

(He runs up the stairs before anyone can find him, food forgotten, and hides the knife beneath his mattress like a guilty murder weapon.)

After that, he leaves the house more. It’s more out of fear of being caught than the desire to leave. But Danny is quickly learning that among all things, he is someone who was dangerous, before he lost his memory. Even with his mind in fractures, he is still dangerous. 

He’s not sure how to feel about that — he thinks he should be scared. He feels a little proud, instead.

—------

Hazel beneath our claws

While we wait for cerulean to cry

Unsettled ticks run through time

Enough for the hunt to go awry

—-----

There’s another thing he learns about himself. That he knows about since he woke up. He knows that he left someone behind. He doesn’t know who, but he knows they must have been close; he’s always looking down and finding himself surprised when the only shadow he sees is his own. 

He thinks that he must have sung to them a lot; he finds himself humming familiar melodies when he’s lost in thought. Lullabies lingering at the tip of his tongue, an instinct to turn and sing them to someone beside him. He can’t remember the lyrics, but his mouth does, it tries to get him to say them when he’s not thinking. He can’t. 

Danny’s found himself humming under his breath more times than he can count, trying to recall whatever it is his mind is trying to claw forward. 

(“That’s a pretty song, Danny.” Jazz tells him at breakfast one day, Danny screws his mouth shut. He hadn’t realized he was humming. “What is it?”) 

(Something mean and possessive rears its head on instinct, uncoiling like a snake from its ball. His shoulders hunch defensively, he bites his cheek to prevent himself from baring his teeth. He doesn’t know what song it is, but it’s not for her. “I don’t know.”)  

He misses his person. Dearly. He knows, the longer he is without them, that they must have been close. Otherwise, he wouldn’t feel like he’s missing a chunk from himself. He wouldn’t be turning to someone who's not there; reaching for a hand that’s missing, birdsong on his tongue, a story to tell. 

A dream haunts him one night. Warm and familiar, he’s holding onto someone smaller than him, they’re tucked into his side like a puzzle piece. He’s humming one of his songs that is always playing in the back of his mind, an unfinished tale of a harpy and a hare. Danny can’t remember their face, not all of it. He remembers green eyes, hair dark like his own, skin brown like his. 

He loves them more than anything else in the world, a fact he knows down to his soul. He loves them so much it fills his heart with sunlight. Danny squeezes them tight, nuzzling into their hair; he makes them laugh. Then, he proudly boasts something. That when he takes something of their father’s, that his person — a sibling? That feels right — will be… the word fades from Danny’s mind before he can make sense of it. 

His person hugs him tight, his… brother? And their mother — a woman whose face he can’t remember either, but who he loves like a limb nonetheless — appears, smiling. Her hands reach for them both, voice calling them, ‘her sons’. There’s ticking in the distance, it sounds like the fastening of chains.

Danny wakes up cold, tears streaming down his face. The details of the dream already fading from his mind like the cold pull of a corpse.   

—-------

Harpy hare

Where have you buried all your children?

Tell me so I say

—-------

When school starts that Fall, Danny joins the sixth grade class, and quickly learns more things about himself. One of those things being that he’s smarter than the rest of his grade, whatever education he had before, it was better than the one he’s getting now. 

Everyone knows he’s adopted right off the bat. He tells them when the teacher forces himself to introduce himself, but it’s not like they needed him to tell them for them to know; he never existed in their little world before now, and the Fentons are pale as they come. Danny is not.

He befriends Sam Manson and Tucker Foley; they ask him about the scars fading up and down his arms, they ask him about the scar carved diagonal across his face.

Danny, as politely as he can, tells them he doesn’t remember. He thought kindness would come second nature to him, his dream burned into his mind where he hugged his brother so sweetly. Apparently, his sweetness is only second nature to people he considers his own. 

(It becomes even more apparent when Dash Baxter tries to bully him later that day, and Danny ruffles like an eagle threatened. His mind whispers, hissy and agitated, sinking like a shadow at his shoulder, several different ways Danny could kill him for talking to him like that, and fifteen more ways he could cripple him.)

(Danny ignores those thoughts, up until Dash Baxter tries to grab him. Then he breaks his nose on the wood of his desk. It’s easy how quickly the rest of his grade sinks him down to the status of social pariah.)

(At least Sam and Tucker still talk to him after that. When Danny goes to the principal’s office later, he wisely doesn’t mention the worse things he could’ve done than break Dash Baxter’s nose.)  

—--------------

It clicks and it clatters in corners and borders

And they will never

Hear me here listen to croons and a calling

I'll tell them all the

Story, the sun, and the swallow, her sorrow

Singing me the tale of the Harpy and the Hare

—-------

More dreams come, of course they do. Each one halfway to forgotten whenever he wakes up, ticking faint in his ears. He is many different ages. He is young, shorter than a table. He is older, holding onto his little brother. He is singing in almost every single one. He is singing to his brother. 

Danny can barely remember the lyrics, he’s begun leaving a journal by his bedside so that it’s the first thing he can write down when he wakes up. He’s a storyteller, he learns. He feels like a historian, trying to piece together a culture long dead and forgotten. 

His most vivid dream-like memory is not a happy one, and for once he’s almost relieved he barely recalls it. He is somewhere that isn’t home, but his mother and brother are there. He is dressed in black, blades keen in his hands. 

They are atop a moving train. They are fleeing something. His brother is struggling to keep up, he is small, and young. It’s beautifully sunny, they are somewhere green and lovely. 

It is a fast dream. 

His brother stumbles on something, and Danny, fast as a whip, snatches him by the back of his shirt and hoists him up to his feet before he can fall. “Watch your feet, habibi.” He murmurs low, a hand on his back. It’s hard to hear, there is wind in their ears.

His brother, face obscured in all but his eyes, which are green as emeralds, nods. 

The dream blurs, but Danny falls behind. His foot catches on air — impossible, it should’ve been, at least. He never trips. — and he lands against the roof with a thud and a grunt. His mother and brother stop, and turn for him. 

The train hits a turn before Danny can get up, and he shouldn’t have, something pulls on him, he swears, but he slips. He can’t find the purchase to pull himself up, cold fear hits him as his nails scrape against the metal. 

His mother and brother’s horrified faces are the last thing he sees before he disappears off the side of the train. 

(The ticking is at its loudest when he wakes up, pounding against his inner skull. He only manages to write down ‘train fall’ in his journal, before he’s flipping over to press his head into his pillow to get the pain to stop.) 

—---  

She can't keep them all safe

They will die and be afraid

Mother, tell me so I say

(Mother, tell me so I say)

—-------

When Danny is fourteen he is still humming songs he can’t remember, his mind still in a broken puzzle. But his room is now decorated with stars and plants in every corner. He has a guitar he keeps in the corner of his room, and he plays the lullabies in his head on the strings over and over again. 

The ectoplasm in the fridge still unsettles him, still reminds him of a past he can’t recall. The knife beneath his mattress has returned to the kitchen — he doesn’t need it. He found a box in the attic last year, it had his name on it, and inside he found familiar, strange clothes, and more weapons than he thought was possible to carry on one person. 

(Even without knowing that the Fentons prefer guns to blades, Danny knows, instinctively, that they were his weapons. He was — was? Is — a dangerous person. He takes the box down to his room to sort through. The weapons all fit into his callused hands almost perfectly — the grooves worn to fit his palm. They’re just a little small.) 

(He tentatively takes a small blade with him to school one day, and feels much more comfortable with it sheathed beneath his shirt. He’s kept it on him ever since, like he’s reunited a lost limb to himself.)   

Danny doesn’t have a name for his person, his little brother, nor does he have a name for his beloved mother. He’s haunted by dreams every few weeks, many of them repeating. He’s ingrained the words he can remember to memory, and the ones he doesn’t, he writes down in his journal. His little brother; Danny calls him a bird, he can’t figure out what kind. His little bird of some kind; when Danny takes something from their father — what, he can’t remember what — then his little brother will be a little bird. 

(He doesn’t have a name for his brother, yet, but he’s calling his birdie in his head. It’s better than nothing.)

—------

Seeker, do you ever come to wonder

If what you're looking for is within where you hold

Will you leave a trail for them to follow a path

You'll soon forget

Home

—---------

When he’s fourteen, Danny dies. It does nothing to fix his fractured memories, much to his consternation. It just confirms something he already knows; that he was someone dangerous, and that he still is. 

When the shock of death has worn off, Danny inspects his ghost in the metal reflection of the closest table. It’s blurry, hard to see, but shock green eyes pierce back at him, green like the portal. Lazarus, Danny’s mind whispers, and he blinks rapidly.

‘Lazarus,’ he mouths to himself. It’s familiar. Sam shows him with her phone what he looks like, joking that he looks like an assassin. Danny doesn’t think she’s that too far off. 

He doesn’t tell her that. He tucks the thought away with the rest of his secrets, and fiddles with the hood gathering at his neck, attached to a cape with torn edges swinging down to his ankles. He pulls it over his shock white hair. It shadows over his face impossibly so, until all you can see are his green-green eyes peering out like a wolf hiding in the brush.

He ends up calling himself Phantom. 

(Maybe now he can start putting lyrics to his lullabies; his memories may not have returned, locked away with the sound of a clock, but the dead can talk. One of them may just have answers.) 

----------

Home is where we are

Home is where you are

Home is where I am

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Dedicated to @gascansposts for being the one who introduced me to the band Yaelokre, and thus being the whole reason I was inspired to write this in the first place >:] Those lyrics at the line breaks are all from their album Hayfields.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #danyal al ghul au #amnesiac danyal al ghul au #songs in order of the album: the hartebeest / harpy hare / and the hound / neath the grove is a heart #musician danny has my heart and soul #yes this danyal IS an alternative danny from the other au. an au where things were a little better :) but still sucks #implied good mom talia al ghul #danyal is a momma's boy send tweet #dpxdc ficlet #dpxdc prompts #dp x dc au #dp x dc fanfic #danyal is sTILL five years older than damian in this au #no beta no edits we die like danny fenton #poc danny fentons #i didnt know where to end this :(( i was gonna go on but i blanked. i thought about going into his relationships with his rogues and so on. #but that felt too much like trying to just increase the word count rather than actually writing?? if that makes sense #ugh im gonna have forgotten to include things and im gonna be kicking myself later #morally ambiguous danny whoo! we love to see it #since this was just for fun it doesnt really go into it all that much other than like. it happens. and that danny realizes he's dangerous #phantom in a hazmat suit? nah phantom looking like an assassin >:]. #danyal al ghul with damian and his mom: 🥰🌸✨ #danyal al ghul with everyone else: 👹🔪 #am i heavily implying that clockwork had smth to do with Danyal’s amnesia and appearance by the cabin? 👀 maybe #not enough danyal al ghul aus where him being an assassin actually. has some kind of affect on him

[eightyones]

i hope williams keep inviting oscar to team torque every week until alex gets us a definitive answer on whether logan and oscar have fucked or not

#totally bc of that not because i’m trying to increase oscar’s weekend word count since mcl refuse to do any type of non racing related video

[amitywrights]

I've been rewatching Osomatsu-san and have been keeping track of the times the brothers have said each other's names/nicknames because I have always wondered about it so yeah this is very self-indulgent TT_TT but I will be sharing it below.

Note!

1. Included are Seasons 1-3 and The Movie (2019), however I did not include AUs apart from F6 and Girlymatsu, and skipped over recap episodes as well as ending songs and previews

2. I did not include times when their names was said but it wasn't pertaining to them specifically so things like "Osomatsu-kun/-san" as titles or "Karamatsu Girls"

3. I did not count the times where a brother would refer to them as a whole like when Karamatsu would say "brothers" or when Totty says "niisan-tachi" (brothers)

4. The term "niisan"/ "chounan" (older brother) and "suekko" (youngets child) are counted only if they are used as a non descriptor so things like "I'm the eldest", and "Todomatsu, the youngest" do not count. However, they sometimes translate as nicknames based on context so things like "Share with your big bro" and "Come on, little bro" count, I hope this made sense lol

5. This is not 100% accurate 'cause I might miss some, especially when they aren't put into the subs but I did my best to compile it :DD



Season 1



Season 2



Season 3

MOVIE

Final Tally!

Link if you wanna see better

That out if the way, let's award some NEETs yeah?

Below will be the ranking of: Who's name they said the most/least, and who said their name the most/least :DD (Apart from themselves ofc)

Osomatsu

Said the most: Todomatsu (80)

Said the least: Jyushimatsu (50)

Said his name most: Todomatsu (45)

Said his name least: Ichimatsu (13)

Karamatsu

Said the most: Jyushimatsu (51)

Said the least: Ichimatsu (20)

Said his name most: Osomatsu (51)

Said his name least: Ichimatsu (22)

Choromatsu

Said the most: Todomatsu (55)

Said the least: Osomatsu (29)

Said his name most: Todomatsu (70)

Said his name least: Ichimatsu (13)

Ichimatsu

Said the most: Jyushimatsu (59)

Said least: Osomatsu & Choromatsu (13)

Said his name most: Osomatsu (68)

Said his name least: Karamatsu (20)

Jyushimatsu

Said the most: Osomatsu (40)

Said the least: Choromatsu (23)

Said his name most: Ichimatsu (59)

Said his name least: Choromatsu (34)

Todomatsu

Said the most: Choromatsu (70)

Said the least: Karamatsu (31)

Said his name most: Osomatsu (80)

Said his name least: Karamatsu & Jyushimatsu (37)

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Has the most names: Choromatsu (19)

Has the least names: Todomatsu (6)

Mannn I love this, hope you guys enjoyed the data as much as I did lol. If you find mistakes feel free to correct!! And also, ask questions if you have them :DD

My thoughts in tags! Add your thoughts as well I wanna see how mad you guys go with this info

#Osomatsu san #Ososan #Osomatsu #Karamatsu #Choromatsu #Ichimatsu #Jyushimatsu #Todomatsu #AHHHHH I DID IT #First off the way the totals keep increasing had me rolling lmaoo #I thought Kara's 199 was a lot but Totty came in with the 287 #I love how 'Totty' was used once and all of them ran off with it TT_TT #“Ichimacchan” is a blessing #Alsoo I ranted about this already but aaahhhh Oso using Suekko (little/baby brother) on Totty #The nenchuu skit in S2 is so funny when I realized that Ichi only said Choro's name once and it was as a skit #Choro only had that much for Ichi bc of whenever they would go around and say the next person in birth order #KARAMATSU my sweet boy has not ONCE used insult as nickname TT_TT he calls out Oso but never seen 'Shitty Eldest' from him #“Shitty older brother” in a sentence yes but not as a name #Oso has an oniichan count of 6 and for some reason it seems very comforting that he refers to himself as such when talking to his brothers #He could use more formal words like 'Ani' or 'Niisan' as words for older brother but he sticks with his little niichan TT_TT #Most of Jyushimatsu's name count is from season 1 Jyushimatsu Festival ep lmaoo I had such a hard time keeping track of it #Choromatsu has so much names that I wanted to smack my laptop 😭 #Like 9 of them stem from the accident and rising episodes #Also by the way the fandom uses their insult nicknames (Shitty eldest. Shittymatsu. Dry monster.) they don't actually say it that much #Speaking of shitty eldest even with how they always tell him he's such a bad brother and stuff #The most used name for him is still 'Osomatsu-niisan' #They love their niisan and i will run away with this #Totty loves his Choromatsu-niichan 😭 like boi 70 times #will add more tags later

[campbyler]

happy miwip wednesday! please enjoy (or don’t, but we really hope you will) a preview of the first mike pov chapter in acswy + join us on the 7th to read it in full! 😎

#editing this so hard . the word count is increasing slowly but steadily #i am afraid. #alternate title for this chapter: mike wheeler and the mortifying ordeal of being in a canoe. #do with that what you will #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #ch02 #miwip wednesday #a cruel wednesday with you #<- our wip tag. lol

[bellaxgiornata]

Me to Me when I said this Matt smut fic Right Here, Right Now would be less than 2k words and it's now just over 4.6k:

#that's hilarious Bella #you know you don't write short smut EVER #“oh but this one won't have plot!” #that's a lie #it always has plot #*hurries to get it edited in time as the word count continues to increase* 😅😅😅😅

[lostxmelody]

ch.2 !! sorry for the delay, but it's very long to make up for it, so please forgive me.

#milgram #milgram fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #mikoto kayano #kajiyama fuuta #0309 #mikofuu #sorry my finger slipped and i accidentally wrote myself into a 23k chapter hell #so please take time reading because i will probably not be back for a while again #and as always thank you to the wonderful kawa amazing most patient beta ever for putting up with my exponentially increasing word counts #lxm textposts

[cwritesfiction]

a 136 word section of the book just became a 491 word section of the book

feelings

#under no illusions #the increase in word count is good #the feelings are...well they're good for the narrative #but they - uh - are hitting close to home #and by close to home i mean they're hitting me directly in the face #hopefully readers too! ha ha ha lksadfjad

[istherewifiinhell]

Wow this dracula daily has everything. Victorian pseudoscience. Extremely long analogies. Plots revealed. Doctors calling children "it". Graveyard B&E. Historical use of the word sperm. Child endangerment.

#some shit #dracula daily #dracula blogging #the eyebrows comment. the physiognomy. fucking can we go two minutes without good breeding shit. #the uh. increased word count have 2 particular sources seems accurate.

[wowbright]

Really sick of quilting books/magazines that tell you to get a certain yardage of fabric but don't tell you the fabric width they're assuming, not even in the appendix or glossary of terms.

#quilting #45 in is a standard quilting width but so is 32 in and 36 in #especially crazy when you see this in books that say they include patterns for beginners #I'm sorry how is a beginner supposed to just know what you mean #also standards are different in different countries #I could rant about this for ages #seriously I can't remember the last quilting magazine or book that specified fabric width #what the fuck is wrong with these people #putting in those few words is not going to increase your page count #don't forget 42 inches #this is why I usually only look at quilting books and magazines for the pictures #and if there's something I want to make I just figure it out and ignore the pattern #because fuck you I can't with your inaccurate guidelines #weird things that make me rage #if you want me to go on a unique tirade ask me about contemporary quilt patterns or harvest moon by Neil Young #gpoy #quiltblr

[lunar-years]

I read the royjamie Hanukkah fic yesterday and it was so good and now I cannot stop thinking about Roy and Hanukkah and grandad

#trying to pepper Hanukkah into Tinsel without shifting its overall focus or increasing the word count by 10k…. #…and losing!! #ted lasso

[qroier]

my "and they were famous" google doc already has over 2,500 words of just thinking through ideas 👍 and it's not even anything actually full sentence plot related stuff help

#speaking #this is so fun i'm having so much fun #sometimes a random idea pops into my brain and i'm like write it down write it down! #the hard part's the actual writing 😭 #plus i really really really like doing research cause i just enjoy working through logistics of stuff #and how it would actually work and look like #but i usually end up getting stuck there too 😭 or just straight up confusing myself out of the fun #so glad i already know some of basic small scale film production stuff #i think the one thing i'll have to research the most cause i'm ignoring most of cellbit's writing side of things #is roier's music industry stuff and that's not even for the story itself i dont think that's mainly fun world building and backstory #anyway point is i'm having fun MAYBE just maybe in a million years this will be something people can actually read #edited this with an increased word count cause i added more #and they were famous

[mostmagical]

HUGS U SO SO HARD -@zodoods

HELLO MY FRIEND MY PAL MY MUTUAL ZO I'M HUGGING BACK

#my word count is increasing #ask #zo

[maranull]

Messy Elpis moodboard and a quick and rough backstory under the cut.

She was raised in a big (for the Lands Between standards) village, earning her meals through work or begging. Until she was about 10, she was cared for by the old grandma that had found her in the woods. When she passed away, her children forced young Elpis to work in order to pay her stay in the house, and by 15, Elpis choose to leave and keep earning her meals without them over her head. When she was 19, one of Marika's early raiding parties raised the village and Elpis was taken captive, along with the all the other survivors.

In one of their escape attempts, Elpis managed to kill 3 soldiers barehanded and, using one of their swords, also took down a knight before Marika stepped in. Taking a note to Elpis' ferocity and general lack of care towards the other captives, Marika offered her the place of one of the soldiers, along with pay and a tent over her head.

In the early days of the Golden Order, Marika's troops moved mostly with ships, where Elpis found a fondness for the sea. That was also the time when she began to truly believe in Marika and the Order that was forming around her. With new determination, she quickly rose through the ranks and became a commander.

By the time Elpis reached her 50s, she noticed that time no longer aged her, nor the other commanders. But out of all them, as eons passed and she lost count of the battles she fought, only her remained.

~

I only found one of the artists, for the images :/ https://www.artstation.com/artwork/A9lGPm

#oc: elpis #elden ring #i should properly write her story some time #but at this point my WIPs are increasing faster than my word count #oof

[deanncastiel]

Drabble Day 3: Strangers

Prompt from @deancaskiss' s drabble writing challenge

"I've met the man I am going to marry," Dean declared setting his keys down on the counter and turning to his roommate, Charlie. Seeing her absorbed in whatever hacking nonsense she was up to this time, Dean grabbed the spray bottle they kept for their cat, Eowyn, aimed the nozzle at Charlie's head, and pulled the trigger.

"Ack, dude!" Charlie exclaimed, ripping her headphones off and turning to Dean. "In the middle of a campaign, hello!?!"

"Suck it up, Red, best man duty starts now," Dean said, plopping down next to her on the couch. "Charlie, I'm serious you have to see this guy. Dude has, like, permanent bed head, I swear. Had to fucking put my hands in my pockets to keep from touching. Bluest eyes you've ever seen, like looking into the damn ocean, and holy shit his voice!"

"Sounds dreamy," Charlie sighed sarcastically, turning to her computer. "Can I get back to it now?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Dean said, getting up and walking to the fridge. "I'm telling you though," he added, leaning down and grabbing a beer. "He's the one, I know it."

#dreamydrabble #Dean Winchester #Charlie Bradbury #DeanCas #Destiel #spn #Superntural #briwrites #tuserpris #becauseofthebowties #usermoogs #useralison #scottstiles #spxcekya #userbon #jennmish #fic #not super happy with the cas description but i'm already over word count 😅😅😅 #also fun fact with each new drabble i am slowly increasing the reading level apparently #this one is college aged oooooooohhhhhh #WAIT OMG #i changed one think - checked the word count again - and now this is COLLEGE GRADUATE level #flasdjf;las i don't trust this site but i am amused #*thing whoops

[the-sea-anemone]

sections of the thesis that are mostly just quotes from the primary evidence my beloved

#increasing the word count while only having to think of words from my own brain 50% of the time #thank you article 58 of the soviet criminal code #(for the quotes. not for the impact on society which was. quite bad to put it lightly) #grad school

[astro-b-o-y-d]

I worry I'm not typing enough quickly enough but also this is my current word count for the prologue and the first two chapters

Those numbers will probably change by the time I start publishing, but UH. I think I'm doing fine, for how much I've written.

#Hayley Writes Triangulum #That word count for chapter one does make me kind of sad compared to the other two so I'd like to increase it #Do we understand why it's taking me this long to finish the fic???