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Fictober Day 19: Death
A/N: Okay so I really wanted to write this scene since I have since changed my plans for the later fics so this is 10000000% au where Cara is the high queen of skyrim (its a long story come bug me about it in my ask box if you'd like) but i enjoyed this idea so much i figured i'd put it here!
Cara placed the Jagged Crown on her brow, the weight of it, making what was about to happen seem that much more permanent. She felt Miraak at her side.
“You do not have to do this, I know you do not want to.”
“I know your thoughts on the matter.”
“That does not mean that you have to do this.”
“He tried to kill me, if I let him live, who am I? Certainly not a queen. Not one that can lead her people anyway.”
Miraak gently grabbed her jaw to have her look at him, his eyes worried. “You have a gentle heart, dii lovaas. We all know this, no one can fault you for staying your hand.”
“It’s because I have a gentle heart they don’t take me seriously. It will break my heart, but,” she paused, stepping away from him, squaring her shoulders and raising her chin. “This is something that must be done.”
She left the tent without another word, and Miraak followed.
The wind whipped at their robes, the camp silent as Cara, Miraak, and their honor guard walked through the cliffside camp.
A large crowd had gathered, some of the Jarls that had ridden south with them to fight the Thalmor, some lords and knights of the Empire.
Cara’s gaze snapped to that of her mother, her sister, and two brothers.
“Carawen, please I’m begging you, please pardon him.” Her mother implored, fighting the grip of two of the honor guards that were holding her back.
“Please, escort them out of here,” she adverted her gaze from her family. “They don’t need to see this.”
“You traitorous bitch.” Her older brother, Koredil swore, spitting on the ground at her feet.
“King Voriiel will put your head on a pike for this.” Nelaril added.
Cara stared at her brothers, sadness in her eyes. “I know you will never forgive me, but I’m sorry.”
Her sister was crying into their mother’s shoulder, but the guards took them away as she had asked.
Cara brought her gaze to the man kneeling in the center of the circle that had formed.
“Lord Falnar Direnni. You stand accused of attempted murder, and attempted assassination of the High Queen of Skyrim. How do you plead?”
The Altmer in front of her stared at her, venom in his blue-purple eyes. “I only regret that I didn’t throw you to the sea when you were a child, graxifalas hulkynd. You’ve been a disgrace since your mother birthed you.”
“Before I sentence you, father, I would speak for myself for once, not as Queen, but as your daughter.”
“You are no daughter of mine.”
Cara smiled. “You have said that all my life, but my imperfection comes from you, your bloodline. For years I thought, like a stupid child perhaps one day we could reconcile. But now I know that would never be the case.” She paused, letting her words sink in. “You are right, though. You are not my father, not really. I share your blood, but you do not share mine. Auri-El gave me my soul, Mara blessed it. I am the Last Dragonborn, I am of the Dragonblood, and that still doesn’t matter. All that matters is, I became the very thing you didn’t want me to be. And that is enough for me.”
The elf shook his head. “I pray for the day you die, even if it is not by my hand.”
Cara let out a deep breath. “Lord Falnar Direnni, I, Carawen Direnni, Arch Mage of the College of Winterhold, Stormcrown, Laat Dovahkiin, and High Queen of Skyrim, sentence you to die for your crimes against Skyrim and her people.”
“You won’t do it. You’re weak.”
“May the gods have mercy on you, father.”
“MUL QAH DIIV!”
Cara’s spectral dragon form settled over her shoulders, a blanket of black, gold and violet shimmering against her robes. Regal horns formed and fanned out from her brow, great transparent black wings settling on her back.
A realization settled over the old elf’s features as she took several steps towards him. “It wasn’t a lie, you really are-“
“Dovahkiin, geh, bormah.” Her Voice made the sky rumble.
Cara saw the fear in his eyes .“I’m sorry it has to end this way.” she murmured, no one but perhaps Miraak understanding her through the rumble of the sky.
“KRII LUN AUS!”
Her Voice rang out into the night, and Falnar slumped over into the dirt without a sound.
A/N: translations
graxifalas hulkynd- Aldmeri for 'Disgraceful Broken Child'
#virthiefictober#fictober 2019#writetober 2019#miraak#carawen x miraak#cara x miraak#elder scrolls#skyrim#drabble
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DAY FOUR - The Night of the Living Writers
TAGLIST: @fancydiplomateggneck @introspective-outreach @maydee21 @purpleshadows1989 @busychasingfaeries @anntarinsanitymaterialized, @freshink, @spacebrick3, @aj-the-satyr, @how-the-fuck-do-you-write, @oradall, @quaking–aspens, @ancientarchivist, @emdilou, @notquitenovelist, @purpleshadows1989, @writing-every-other-star, @arynneva, @jennalasby, @immawritethat, @travel-the-world13, @simplescenarios, @navajolovesdestiel, @ccwritesstuff, @weirdmrdoctor, @elywinters, @tsumushi, @starrulet, @all-bridges-will-burn, @pe-ersona, @aurumni-writes, @storytimetraveler, @ writing-every-other-star
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Tonight
Taglist: @thenightofthelivingwriters @sunshineomeara
“I want it done tonight.”
“Yes, sir.”
The servant leaves with a low bow, he doesn’t straighten his back until he is by the door. In one motion, he turns around and swings it open. He takes a single step and the door shuts behind him.
Wooden legs scrap the floor and hands push away from the desk. Strolling to his window, a hand pushes the curtains away to reveal the night sky. The stars twinkle bright and the moon is bright too. Looking down, the walls of the palace stare back, too tempting.
The whiteness of the walls reminds him of a white flag. He could easily wave it in his hand if he makes the climb and jump over. To surrender to his want to leave everything behind. To return to the bar he left only a month ago. To release the heavy feeling on his chest that resurface from where he pushed down for years.
It feels like a hour later when there’s a knock at the door. The curtain falls back. He won’t run away this time.
#tnlw#tnlw writing#writetober#writetober 2019#writing#original content#WIP#writeblr#writblr#writers#writers of tumblr#writers on tumblr#pe-ersona#OC
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Writober 2019
Una semana después, me estreno en el Writober de este año.
Como he empezado un poco tarde (aunque espero solventar los días que me faltan) no estoy siguiendo ningún writober en particular, sino que cojo los temas de aquí y de allá según las musas me van inspirando.
Te dejo aquí un pequeño avance y el link de mi blog donde podrás encontrar el relato que tiene como tema “Espíritu”.
Silencio. Parecía decir la noche.
Silencio. Gritaba.
https://laolympiadejanedoe.blogspot.com/2019/10/afterlife-silencio.html
#Halloween#writetober 2019#writober#relatos#original#laolympiadejanedoe#otoño#autumm#octubre#october#spooky#originales
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Invisible Forest
(Once again it is October and once again Night of the Living Writers is BACK! Thanks to @thenightofthelivingwriters and the wonderful peoples organising it as once again there are 3 prompts a day during this month. Today I shall go with the one word prompt of TREES...... so here goes)
Maximus sighed as the General pounded his fist on the table as if to emphasise his point.
“Why are we even listening to you!? You’re a Poet not a warrior!”
Maximus smiled. “And you are a battleaxe and not a dagger.”
The General straightened. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
Maximus raised a hand cutting off anyone else’s reply. “You are not suited to this particular task. Would you dress in your finery for a battle?”
“Well..... not if I actually had to fight.” The General looked around uneasily.
“Exactly. And if we do as you suggest and simply burn a path through the forest because we have military might in comparison to the Elves we will be making a grave mistake and sending a rather poor message to our neighbors.”
“Who cares!?”
Maximus sighed again. “The King wishes for us to maintain peaceful ties with the lands that surround us.”
“The King doesn’t know what...” The General paused all too aware of the fact that the person he was talking in front of was not merely a poet but someone with more power than his title suggested.
“Good. As a wordsmith I always advise others to choose their words with care, they have a power that few truly understand. I am afraid that you simply cannot see the forest for the trees in this case General. We shall be going with the other plan forthwith. Find a Druid to make your troops a path and traverse those lands with care.” He dismissed the man and turned to the guard on his left. “I have assigned you to this sortie, you know what to do.” The guard left without a word and Maximus leaned back in his plush, velvet chair allowing the stress of the last encounter to slowly drain away. There were more pressing matters to attend to like earning the money he had been given to write a poem to help with the seduction of one of the serving girls.
(And there we go, just a little something to start. Snippets of scenes, windows to the world etc etc. Anyway check out Night of the Living Writers ( @thenightofthelivingwriters ) So you too can take part in this wonderful little thing.)
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made my own writetober promts list because i wasn’t a fan of what i was seeing and the one that i was vaguely interested in was made by a weirdo.
there aren’t any special rules. whatever you write can be however long or short you want it to be. it can be a poem or a random chapter of some book you’re planning to write. get creative!
these prompts don’t have to be specifically for writing and you can use them for anything (inktober, paintober, etc.) but @ me if you do use them because i really wanna see what people do with these!
(read my dni before using!)
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The Elusive Phantoms of Amity Park [1/?]
Day #2: Stalker- Buzzfeed Unsolved Crossover!
(ominous music)
(wolf howling)
(thunder clapping)
Ryan and Shane are sitting outside of a ramshackle house/building. It’s a brownstone with what looks like a flying saucer attached to the top, “FENTONWORKS” emblazoned loudly on the facade.
“This week on Buzzfeed Unsolved, we’re venturing into a town of paranormal activity as part of our ongoing investigation into the question: Are ghosts real?”
The camera cuts to Shane, who definitively shakes his head no.
“For our season finale, we decided to dive into the workings of a town that could potentially provide the most evidence that we’ve ever caught on camera.”
Shane snorted.
Ryan rotated to face Shane. “Something you need to get off your chest?”
Shane let out a choked laugh.
“Laugh it up, dude. I know you’re about to say something stupid that involves claiming ghosts aren’t real.”
“Actually, that’s seriously not it. I just can’t believe this place is called Amity Park. Did they name it after that little spooktastic house or was it just like, an ironic coincidence?”
Ryan sighed, staring into the camera with deadened eyes. “Let’s get into it.”
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Amity Park, Illinois is your average small town in outward appearance. But if it was really just a regular suburb, we wouldn’t be talking about it today.
Specific places in the United States have been cited as “haunted,” but nowhere has earned this title as infamously as Amity Park. In a recent poll taken by the population over 95% believe in ghosts and 90% report seeing a ghost-- full-body apparition style.
Have you ever considered the possibility of say--
mass delusion?
I mean, I’m no expert. But come on-- 95%!!
That is a crazy percentage! The majority, the VAST
majority of this place believes ghosts are real!
Wouldn’t that be the “mass” part of
“mass delusion?”
You’re impossible! I mean-
--It’s a town filled with a bunch of little Ryans!
(wheeze) Just shut up already, dude.
This is evidence if I’ve ever seen it. I swear if I changed
the word “ghosts” to “horses” you would take it
as a legitimate fact.
Because horses ARE real!
You’re missing the point!
Oh, oh--do you mean like, if someone were
to say anything except “ghosts?”
What else would I have meant?
Oh, yeah. Well, I might believe that.
Because ghosts aren’t real.
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According to its citizens, Amity Park has been estimated to always have been a place where the veil between dimensions is weak, but townsfolk unanimously agree that 2004 marked a sudden shift a shift in paranormal activity, in which it became particularly physically harmful.
Resident Ida Manson was quoted to say, “Ghost attacks, as they became known, happened at least twice a week: At the school, the park, the Nasty Burger, the streets--you name it! The ghosts weren’t just dead-ish people--they each had unique motivations, personalities, and agendas for world domination.”
World domination?
These ghosts honestly sound like
a rogues gallery from comic books.
Honestly, I wish I could say that
I wasn’t skeptical of it myself. While it does
sound crazy, I’m mostly trying to give you perspective
on how Amity Park thinks about ghosts.
Did they actually call their ghost
sightings “ghost attacks?”
That, and I’ve heard the word “invasion” thrown
around several times.
(laughs)
You done?
Ah (wheeze). Yes, I’m done.
What turned a regular town into a paranormal hotspot for “ghostly” invasions? Surprisingly, this question is not as hard to answer as it may seem--as Jack and Maddie Fenton claim total responsibility for the spike in ghost activity, citing their own-made “ghost portal” as the reason for the bridge between dimensions.
A GHOST PORTAL?? (wheeze) what??
(wheeze) Hear me out--
.
(Offscreen laughter).
-Ryan turns to see what he swears is a small figure in the corner of the set.-
He blinks, and it is gone.
Did you hear that?
What were you saying about ghosts not being real?
tbc!
#ectober 2019#ectober week 19#ectoberweek19#danny phantom#phandom#writetober#fanfiction#ectober#buzzfeed unsolved#bfu#shane#ryan#shane and ryan#ryan and shane#ryan bergara#shane madej#shaniac#boogara#shitfish
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Inktober/Writetober
Prompt list: @lyrium-lovesong
(Be nice, English isn't my first language, it's been 10 years /literally/ since my last writing activity and I can't fucking draw, so all of my creations will be with symbols, icons, elements instead of faces and bodies, more like a tattoo style!)
Day 1: Your favourite OC
Abigail Amell
She lied.
She lied at her companions, she lied at Leliana in the letter she wrote to the Inquisition.
She lied.
The pain was unbearable, her vision started to get worse, one of her eyes turning almost white, with a net of dark capillaries that continued along the right cheekbone, on her pale, sick skin.
And the song, that annoying song. She had to keep her mind focus or it would drive her crazy.
Like most of the Warden.
But she was the Hero of Ferelden, Commander of the Grey Wardens, and she had to find a cure.
For her. For the Wardens. For the friends she met during her journey.
For Loghain, who was helping the Inquisition. For Alistair, who was leading the country. For Nathaniel, who was still by her side.
For Anders, wherever he was.
She was tired, alone, scared, Maker knows where she was, traveling half of the world for something she’s desperate to find.
That song, the only thing to kept her company.
During the day, a distant music like a lone bard who was singing only to her. During the night, the lullaby of the mother she barely remembered.
She looked at the horizon, another trail going nowhere, her staff to help her stands.
She wiped another drop of dark blood falling from her nose, and continued to her journey.
#dragon age#inktober#writetober#inktober 2019#dainktober2019#dragon age origins#dragon age 2#dragon age inquisition#my ocs#abigail amell#warden commander#warden amell#my art#writetober2019#grey warden
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Hydrus’ Inktober (but with writing) 2019
so I’ve had this idea for awhile and I decided to execute it! since I’m absolutely horrible at art, I’ve decided to do Inktober with writing! basically, I take the prompts from Inktober and I write short one-shots based off of them. here’s my list for this year:
series focus: Boku no Hero Academia
prompts & featured characters (subject to change at any given moment):
1. Ring | Mineta Minoru
2. Mindless | Shinsō Hitoshi, Aizawa Shōta (Eraserhead)
3. Bait | Hawks
4. Freeze | Todoroki Shōto
5. Build | Ken Ishiyama (Cementoss)
6. Husky | Koji Koda
7. Enchanted | Aoyama Yūga
8. Frail | Dabi, Todoroki Rei
9. Swing | Bubaigawara Jin (Twice)
10. Pattern | Todoroki Enji (Endeavor)
11. Snow | Todoroki Rei, Todoroki Enji
12. Dragon | Kirishima Eijirō
13. Ash | Shigaraki Tomura
14. Overgrown | Kendō Itsuka
15. Legend | Toshinori Yagi (All Might)
16. Wild | Bakugō Katsuki
17. Ornament | Yaoyorozu Momo
18. Misfit | Shinsō Hitoshi
19. Sling | Midoriya Izuku
20. Tread | Uraraka Ochako
21. Treasure | Bakugō Katsuki
22. Ghost | Hagakure Tōru
23. Ancient | Toshinori Yagi (All Might)
24. Dizzy | Uraraka Ochako
25. Tasty | Himiko Toga
26. Dark | Black Mist
27. Coat | selkie!OC
28. Ride | Hawks
29. Injured | Midoriya Izuku
30. Catch | Todoroki Enji (Endeavor), Dabi
31. Ripe | Himiko Toga
notes: I completely forgot that Inktober started yesterday and thus had to finish this list last minute. I'll finish the layout later at some point.
I personally find some of these prompts to be a bit harder to writer, but I'm sure I'll pull through!
Be sure to follow the tags #Søren writetober 2019 for updates!
warning(s): many of these one-shots will contain slightly graphic descriptions as well as any of these possible triggers:
• toxic/controlling relationships
• yandere characters
• death
• slight graphic violence
• (possibly) mentions of alcohol/drug use
• mentions/flashbacks to domestic abuse
if you are uncomfortable with any of these, please do not continue further or skip the chapters containing such content. I personally dislike writing graphic scenes and will keep it to a minimum. there will be a warning placed in front of every chapter, as well as a graphic rating (if you read my Haikyū!! yandere book, "Pretty Killer Squad", you know what I mean), so you'll know what triggers may or may not be in said chapter.
Please note that I may not be updating these on the exact day of each prompt! Inktober clashes with midterms this year and I have my part-time job to deal with too.
You can also find all of these on Wattpad @-HYDRUS- under my book Promere and soon on Archive of Our Own (AO3) @Zhufuren!
#bnha#boku no hero academia#mha#my hero academia#inktober#inktober 2019#fanfic#fanfiction#prompts#writetober#??#thats what its called now#søren writetober 2019#horror#thriller#halloween
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Fictober Day 20: Stars
Miraak often looked at the stars, the constellations. It was part of his job, after all; to read the sky and record it. He did less recording now, just content to admire the stars while ok kest slept soundly in their small tent.
She had taken first watch, so now in the wee hours of the morning, the stars were bright and glittering overhead, small specks interwoven with the fabric of the night sky the Northern Lights made.
Tonight they were hues of blues, purples, and pinks. The purple was the exact shade of her eyes.
It was quiet nights like this, were there was nothing stirring in the brush to disturb his thoughts, he would reflect on how drastically his life had changed in just a few months. The selfish part of him wanted her. Wanted her to return the feelings he had tried to bury deep inside himself.
It hadn’t worked.
#virthiefictober#writetober 2019#fictober 2019#miraak#carawen x miraak#cara x miraak#elder scrolls#skyrim#drabble
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DAY FIVE - The Night of the Living Writers
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5.1: Tonight
5.2: Things start to go missing and no one knows why
5.3: What kind of supernatural being would your OC be?
TAGLIST: @fancydiplomateggneck @introspective-outreach @maydee21 @purpleshadows1989 @busychasingfaeries @anntarinsanitymaterialized, @freshink, @spacebrick3, @aj-the-satyr, @how-the-fuck-do-you-write, @oradall, @quaking–aspens, @ancientarchivist, @emdilou, @notquitenovelist, @purpleshadows1989, @writing-every-other-star, @arynneva, @jennalasby, @immawritethat, @travel-the-world13, @simplescenarios, @navajolovesdestiel, @ccwritesstuff, @weirdmrdoctor, @elywinters, @tsumushi, @starrulet, @all-bridges-will-burn, @pe-ersona, @aurumni-writes, @storytimetraveler, @ writing-every-other-star, @pygmydragon, @greengianturanus, @livinginmynostalgia, @gallifreyfallsnomore-rycbar
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Last Year
Taglist: @thenightofthelivingwriters @sunshineomeara
“It happened last year, two days ago. Around the same time right now.”
“You still remember to that degree?”
“I remember how I scraped my knee when I jumped over the wall, and ran until my shoes lost their soles. My bare feet will never touch the grounds of that awful place again.”
“That’s awfully dramatic.”
“Its the truth. Didn’t you want to hear everything?”
“I asked about your day, not your life’s story. But here’s another drink, its on the house.”
#tnlw#tnlw writing#writetober 2019#writetober#the night of the living writers#writing#original content#dialogue#WIP#writers#writers of tumblr#writers on tumblr#writeblr#writblr#pe-ersona#its a short one today
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InkTober: Día Uno. ANILLO
El anillo estaba lleno de sangre, y Fátima respiraba frenéticamente con el olor de pólvora en el aire.
Tenía moretones en las mejillas, rasguños en las piernas y sangre en la boca.
No era la primera noche que él le pegaba.
Era la primera vez que ella se defendía.
-Te dije que no me volverías a tocar.
El anillo de bodas estaba lleno de sangre, pero ella estaba sonriendo.
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Peachtober | Day 2: Eyes
Summary: Weird things can happen when you don’t take out your contacts and don’t read the instructions.
I am doing a story every day and requests are open for Moodboards and Halloween Reactions! Mstrlst in bio!
“Unnie,” Lisa said to her tired older member. “Remember to take out your contacts before you go to bed tonight.”
Jennie yawned, “I will. I will. Thank you for reminding me. Goodnight. Sleep well.” She said in one long sentence, so much so it sounded like one word.
The younger two went into their shared room while the older went into theirs. Jisoo said she was going to take a shower first unless Jennie--
“No, no. You got first. I’ll brush my teeth and stuff. You shower.” She waved from her spot on the bed, holding a pink Care Bear plush to her stomach.
The older woman smiled, “Ok~”
However, as Jisoo unnie sung to herself in the shower, Jennie was only able to wipe her makeup and brush her teeth before convincing herself that a face mask would be enough before drifting off to sleep on the couch. Being the big sister that she was, Jisoo decided to let the girl rest. Also, there was no doubt that she didn’t take out her contacts.
That is until the morning came. The small unnie was surprised by the reddish pink hue in the younger one’s eyes.
“Jennie-ssi, your eyes are pink! Did you take off your contacts?”
Jennie shook her head, “No. I fell asleep before I could. My eyes are red, aren’t they? Like the white part?”
Jisoo shook her head, “Not the white part. Your actual eye is pink! What did you do?”
“Nothing! Get off of my case!” She snapped back, not really meaning to. “I...I’m sorry. I didn’t do anything. I just got tired and--”
“We don’t say anything to worry the younger ones, ok?” The member didn’t want details and didn’t want to cause them any extra concern.
With the agreement in place, the two oldest girls tried to figure out what was wrong. Eyes just weren’t supposed to do that. Even though everyone else was heading out for a few hours before the show to look around the city, Jennie had to fake sick and look for a cure to this.
She looked at the package and read the Warnings on it. They did say that they were using a new solution, but this wasn’t…
“‘If contacts are worn overnight, they will fuse to the eyes for 24 hours. Everything you see is real. Stay alive’ Stay alive?” She had no idea what that meant. Stay alive? Was someone trying to kill her? More than usual, probably.
Ugh. Couldn’t she just be a regular idol for one fucking day?
Jennie threw down the packet and sighed, “Ok. Fine. Fine. It’s just 24 hours. How hard could it be?”
But it was a very difficult 24 hours. Within the first three, she had thrown up several times due to whatever magic or whatnot were in these contacts. Sometimes it came with blood or an eye came from her throat. It shook her, but the reminder that it would just last a day was the only comfort she had. She mumbled to herself how she was going to get a new brand and sue the company that did this. Who the fuck makes contacts that stick to your eyeballs and change their color? WTF?
Then...then the real stuff happened. She could see how people really felt about her, and it was heartbreaking to say the least. Her members loved her and were simply worried for their friend who seemed to be sick but promised she was ok. However, their managers. They had horns coming out of their heads and sickly skin tones. Liars. Thieves.
Rosé was being guided into the car and her manager was about to just give her a touch on the back as training dictated. However, he enjoyed it too much. He was gonna put his hand too low, and Rosie wouldn’t say anything about it because she was too nice. She rarely ever wanted to cause a fuss. Before she knew it, Jennie grabbed the manager’s hand and snarled.
“Don’t touch her ever again, understood?”
The manager was taken aback by the reddish glow that had resided in her eyes. Fire and brimstone was promised for him if he ever disobeyed her direct order. So he nodded even though he wanted to argue that he was just doing his job. Somehow, he knew. He knew there was no hiding his sinful desires from Jennie who then slid in next to her younger member and protectively held her arm.
The golden haired woman seemed not to notice and fed her unnie a baby carrot. Jennie glared daggers into the manager who said they would head to the hotel later after picking up some stuff.
The idol then had a huge headache and needed to lay down for a bit once back in the room. Maybe it’d be ok at the concert. Yeah. That would be better because no individual energy would be there and it would be love and happiness all the way through. By then, the day would be over and she could take the contacts out
As the girls were getting their makeup done, everyone was looking for Rosé’s manager and rushing around.
“Have you seen oppa around?” Lisa decided to speak up and as Jennie while her hair was being put into a ponytail.
She shook her head, “Nope. I haven’t seen him since we came back to the hotel. Hopefully, he just quit and went back home. I don’t trust him.”
Rosie smiled at the confession, “Me neither! He likes touching my back really low when we’re going through crowds and stuff, but I never said anything because he was just doing his job. It made me uncomfortable, though.”
Jennie saw the words I’M GLAD HE’S GONE above her head and grinned to herself.
Soon enough, Lisa’s manager came back looking at her phone. He had in fact quit and his bank account said he was going to Brazil. Even if these contacts were itchy as Hell, Jennie was glad they had made him go away.
“Alright, girls. It’s showtime!”
The concert was great! So much fun! Jennie even forgot that she had her contacts in at all until halfway through. Her stomach hurt and she felt like she was going to puke again. There was an orange spot...distrust. Near the back, and it started to spread. It got overwhelming and it was probably just some news.
Hopefully not YG again.
And yet it was. The thoughts and doubts and questions made the idol doubt herself more than she ever had before even though she had nothing to do with it. People were asking if they were the same.
Jennie couldn’t do it anymore. It was too scary, and she needed a bathroom. So there she ran and couldn’t remember much after except the contacts falling out with the bile. She was happy. She could be herself again and maybe even try to be a better version of herself as well. Or maybe this was the death the package warned her about, having used the ability too much and paying the price of her life.
Either way, she let her eyes fall shut, unsure of where she way laying her head.
“Unnie! Jennie Unnie! Wake up! We have to get into the cars now. It’s time to head back to the dorms.” Lisa poked her brown haired bestie.
Rosie smiled as Jennie opened her eyes, “Ah, your iris looks better than yesterday. I thought you had gotten an infection from the goggles.”
“Ah, I’m fine. Uh, I must’ve fallen asleep.”
“Hurry up. We have ten minutes before we have to go. Most of your things, I have packed up. Meet us downstairs. Let’s go, girls.” Jisoo said turning on mom mode.
Jennie nodded and went through her cosmetics, tossing them into her makeup bag. Those damned contacts...she was going to throw them away for sure and get a new brand. However, maybe she could learn to control them. It’d be fine as long as she remembered to take them out.
Right?
#Blackpink#Kim Jennie#Jennie Kim#Kim Jisoo#Rosé#Roseanne Park#Park Chae Young#Park Chaeyoung#Lisa#Lalisa Manoban#magic#Writetober#Day 2#body horror#just in case#Peachtober#Inktober '19#Inktober#Inktober 2019
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Day 4: End
Lily lost herself.
Caspian lost the love of his life.
Leo lost his innocence.
Lily killed her mom.
Caspian distanced himself.
Leo gave it all up.
Lily got a family.
Caspian healed.
Leo found himself.
Lily looked over Julian's shoulder, brows raised, Violet eyes sparkling.
"That's some deep shit, Dummy. Are you sick?"
Julian rolled his eyes, and began to sign his answer, only to stop when he saw the confused and apologetic look in Lily's eyes. He grabbed a new piece of paper, and wrote on it instead.
"Just thought your story deserved to be remembered."
Lily laughed, and kissed him on the head. She would never have thought, she could love someone this much, not after Mari.
"We're criminals, and we kill and cause chaos every day. What's worth remembering exactly?"
Julian gestured towards the couch, where Caspian and Leo was sitting, or rather, laying with each other, and whispering sweet nothings to each other. They looked up, but they were still heavily entangled in each other. Caspian removed his hand from Leo's hair, and signed with one hand to Julian. Julian always liked it when people could sign back to him.
"We are just simply mesmerising, Tulip, why wouldn't people want to know how we got here?"
Lily looked at Leo for translation.
"You date someone who's mute. Don't you think you should learn sign language for yourself?"
"Some day. I believe we have time." Lily was still scarred she would loose Julian if she got too close to him. But she tried to be hopeful. Leo nodded, and gave her the translation, but didn't mention how Caspian had called her Tulip. She still hated it when he called her those ridiculous flower names.
They looked at each other. Three broken, criminal outcasts. They were still so fucking broken. But their story had ended. They were happy.
#writeblr#my story#writetober#2019#original#Murderers don't die#Old babies from a few years back#I kind of missed them
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my teen angst bullshit has a body count
Ectober Day #5: Grave Robber
“This is so illegal.”
“Will you quiet--ugh--down, Sam?” Tucker was hitting the ground with a shovel. It was only October, yet the ground was frozen solid. Sam toed the frosty topsoil with the toe of her boot, expecting it to be tractable. It remained stationary. Ah, the benefits of living in Illinois combined with enduring the symptoms of climate change.
Tucker continued with his attempt at shoveling. Sam leaned on the neighboring headstone, lethargically holding a flashlight over his work. Bored, she burnished the decrepit stone with the sleeve of her black sweater. Despite a “hey!” of protest from Tucker, she shone the beam of her flashlight on it. It belonged to someone named Tyrone Sonders; he sounded like a charming fellow in name alone. Standing next to the graves, it was hard to not sympathize with those who had passed.
A wave of nausea hit her square in the chest.
Tucker’s voice shocked her back to reality. “A little help here? I’m literally doing all the work.”
Sam sighed. “Yeah, yeah, hold your horses. I was just taking a minute.” She grabbed her own shovel that she’d brought. It was leftover from her childhood, plastic and cheap compared to Tucker’s practical one. A dusting of amethyst glitter remained on its handle--probably some symptom of a failed DIY in a past long forgotten. Sam brushed it off. She watched as the sparkles drifted to the ground like magic.
The ground really was solid, and the pair’s excavating job grew painstaking very quickly. The night remained dark, and it was hard to make out anything that the flashlight, propped against Tyrone Sonder’s grave, did not reach. Their breaths escaped fogged and ragged, ragged and fogged. Sam’s face stung from the cold, but the labor from her shoveling job managed to keep her from contracting hypothermia.
What felt like a half-hour passed before Tucker finally spoke. “We haven’t made much progress.”
He was right. At most, they’d managed to dig about six to seven inches.
Sam cursed.
A hum started from the depths of the ground, a bad energy weaving and intermingling with the trees. Catlike eyes opened from a hollow of a nearby tree.
Sam hears Tucker’s breath catch in his throat.
Sam smiles. She waits to hear that raspy voice.
“Boo.”
A small shadow materializes next to her, deceptively unthreatening. As figure solidifies, Sam punches it in the arm.
“Ow, Sam! What was that for?” Danny rubbed his misty arm. His form shifted and his blurred features narrowed in mild annoyance.
“For being late,” Sam smirked.
“We could’ve used your help about an hour ago, dude,” Tucker chimed in. Sam couldn’t see his face from where she was standing, but she could hear him rolling his eyes.
“I was sleeping, jeez!”
“Shouldn’t you be nocturnal or something?” Sam heard Tucker twisting his shovel into the dirt.
Sam made out what might’ve been a cheeky smile from Danny’s expression. “Well, no. How else would I be able to hang out with you guys?”
“All jokes aside, could you help us out a bit?” Tucker nodded to the shallow depression they’d dug.
“‘Course. I got you.” Danny dove into the ground. A few seconds passed. “WHAT AM I LOOKING FOR DOWN HERE?”
“Shhhhh! Someone could hear you!” Sam whisper-shouted toward the ground.
“NAH, NO ONE EVER COMES AROUND. I MEAN, I LIVE HERE! I WOULD KNOW!”
Sam facepalmed, side-eying Tyson. How could a ghost be so...alive?
“SPEAK UP. WHAT AM I--OH, THIS?”
Danny came flying out of the ground, pulling out a closed casket turned intangible by his touch.
Tyson sighed. “Yeah, that.”
Danny let gravity command him again, letting his feet touch the ground. “So. Who’s he?”
Sam picked up her spotlight-flashlight by Tyrone’s grave and shined it on the headstone in question. Unlike the other headstones in the abandoned graveyard, this one was shiny and fresh. Dash Baxter, beloved son.
Danny scratched the back of his head. “Hello? Earth to Sam and Tuck? Why’re you digging him up?”
This was the part of the story that sat like lead in Sam’s stomach. These were the words that crawled like spiders up her throat, corrosive and deleterious. The body was being exhumed next week for a second autopsy. Before that...well, it needed some modifications. They’d hidden the cause of death well the first time--all it took was a coroner willing to accept hush money.
Tucker brought out the large container of bleach he’d brought with him.
Sam forced the bile down her throat, grasping for the truth.
“...it was an accident.”
Danny’s voice became strained when he asked: “What did you do?”
“It. Was. An. Accident!” Sam spat, fury in her voice. She’d spent sleepless nights rationalizing their mistake. To have someone else question her innocence--to have Danny question her innocence-- would be the nail in the coffin.
Heh. Coffin.
“That wasn’t what I asked.” Danny’s voice was low and quiet, trembling with fury.
Sam readied a sassy retort before Tucker interrupted their argument. “Guys. Whether it was right or wrong or an accident or whatever, we need to figure this out. Right. Now.” He lifted the can of bleach pointedly. “We came here for a reason, Sam. I don’t intend on going to jail.”
Sam didn’t want to be the reason for Tucker’s technology-free future. She lowered the flashlight to the coffin--
--Each member of the trio reacted at the sight before them:
Scratch marks covered the area where the lid met the casket.
Sam opened the lid, expecting the warm stench of a decomposing body. Instead, she was greeted with more scratch marks. They decorated the inside of the casket, forming crude drawings and spiderweb-patterns. At the bottom, three bloodied fingernails lay discarded.
“Oh my God,” Sam breathed.
The most important feature of the casket?
It was completely empty.
“Petty murders make for vengeful ghosts,” Danny whispered.
#Full Ghost AU where Sam and Tucker met Danny in a graveyard or something. Fuck if I know.#Danny Phantom#ectober 2019#ectober#ectober week 19#ectoberweek19#danny fenton#dark#I feel like this is the ultimate ectober vibe#halloween#writetober#fanfiction#my writing#this was highkey based on heathers just a bit#hence the title
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