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Alone, each is valuable and good; together, they are beautiful, for rain and sun make a rainbow.
Tagging @griseldabanks back and @winterinhimring
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Starting a new one of these because I kinda slacked off when my computer exploded, and in the meantime got tagged a whole bunch. So here goes, consider yourself tagged as many times as I mention your name!
@winterinhimring
They were so close; he could feel it.
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You saw what he did in D.C.
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Maybe that was all he could think about, every time he looked at Bucky Barnes’s face.
@winterinhimring
He’ll be with Captain America.
@bunnyscar
There was something about him, even just in the way he held himself, that made it easy to believe he had it all under control.
@bunnyscar
That went a long way towards convincing him that there was more to Barnes than just a deadly assassin.
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He stared down at his hands, clasped on top of the table in front of him.
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His leg jiggled up and down nervously.
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The first two were just the other day, the others are several weeks ago:
Yiga
Master Sword from Breath of the Wild
girl in first episode of Noragami
how can you tell if a wound is from a sword
synonym for dark
Tagging @winterinhimring if you haven't been tagged yet
Tag Game: last five google searches
This looks like a fun tag game! Alright, the rules are simple. Go to your search history, find the last 5 things you've googled for a fic and share them.
Liver pâté and popular side dishes
Correct spelling of the word 'straitjacket'
Lyrics of Who's Afraid of Little Old Me
Medieval torture devices
French terms of endearment
Any guesses for the fics I'm working on? ;)
Tagging just about everybody but please don't hesitate to join if you want to: @ourdramaqueen @therulerofallpotatos @nonamemanga @persephoneed @ablatheringblatherskite @thetornadodream @onlyelaine @suchaladyy @itshype @wincestation @bithablu @cosmic-lullaby @beri-allen @realmermaid333 @realisticintentions @nouklea @penelopwgarcia @iamfandomcrazy @badmoodbatflowers @juju-or-anya
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Boop! Cat did not expect that!
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Cat wants to sleep more....
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The Siliven's Request: Part 33
Despite having agreed to Manas’ last minute plans, Pim was now feeling that it was crazy. They had somehow managed to slip through the walls and past the first few guards using sleep magic, but now that he stood in front of the moat, he was feeling like this invasion was an impossible task.
How could he possibly move all this water into a wall? Manas was overestimating his ability. Even if there were other water magic users helping, he still felt powerless in the face of this body of water. Well, there was nothing for it. Sara and the others were depending on him.
He took a deep breath and commanded the water to rise. It obeyed, rushing upward and towering high above him. Pim felt the familiar thrill of calling upon water, the delight he always felt when using his magic. He spoke to the water beneath the earth, telling it to lend its strength to the water wall, until the water rose above the palace walls, even touching the high branches of the trees above. The anxiety Pim had felt moments before had disappeared, enveloped by the joy of using magic.
Shouts and clanging filled the palace as Siliven tackled Siliven. The intruders were far outnumbered, even with the water wall preventing reinforcements; but the invading Silivens had sleep magic as well as dark magic user, making it easier to hide and ambush the guards. Plus, the Overseer had his own plan.
As for the palace guards, they were in turmoil. “Why haven’t you stopped those intruders?! You lot of lazy soldiers are only good for sitting around and looking pretty! Get out there and destroy them!” the captain of the guard roared at his subordinates.
Suddenly, a soldier came stumbling up to the captain, his face white as a sheet, his eyes wide with terror. “A ghost! A ghost! The intruders have a ghost on their side!” he gasped.
“Ghost? What nonsense!” cried the captain. “There’s no such thing as ghosts, and I’ll have your hide for spreading—“
“Hallo! You must be the captain?”
The captain looked up in horror as the Overseer stepped into the room, a cheerful smile on his face.
“Y-you should be dead,” the captain stammered, terror suffusing his own face.
“Oh, I assure you, I’m quite alive,” the Overseer said calmly. “I’m here on behalf of Manas, your new king, to ask that you stop fighting these ‘intruders,’ as they happen to be his loyal subjects. If you cease fighting now, he might have mercy on you and not put you all in prison.”
The captain stared for a moment, then immediately began commanding the nearby soldiers to stop the others. He was not about to disobey a ghost. Especially not one the ghost of a powerful man like the Overseer.
Meanwhile, Manas, Sara, and Chess made their way to the queen, Chess taking out any soldiers that got in their way. When Manas strode into the throne room, guards immediately surrounded them. At the end the room, the queen sat regally on her throne, a look of triumphant disdain distorting her thin face. Next to her stood Ven, eyes glittering with evil delight. Manas, however, stepped forward with a calmness that made the guards hesitate.
“It’s been a while, Mother,” he said quietly.
“Halt!” one of the guards shouted and moved as if to attack him, but Chess swiftly blocked the soldier with his arm, which he had formed into a blade.
The queen held up a hand and motioned for the soldiers to move away. They stepped back warily. “Indeed, Manas, it has been a while,” she said coolly. “I must confess, I did not quite expect you to stage a coup. You’re being rather rebellious.”
“Mother. Will you not put an end to this war? If the Siliven and humans continue to fight and struggle like this, then they will both be destroyed. Innocent people and civilians on both sides will be killed—“
“Innocent people?” the queen cried. “And since when have we cared about innocent people? Since when has the royalty ever had to care about those beneath them?” She narrowed her eyes. “Why should I care if some civilians get killed, if in the end we win? The Siliven must, they will conquer the humans. And if I have to sacrifice some ‘innocent people’ as you call them, then I will.”
Manas clenched his hands. “So your people are nothing but tools in your eyes?” he muttered.
The queen laughed, a horrible, scornful laugh. “All the people in this room are my tools. All the people of Vawaren are my tools.” Her dark eyes glittered and she sneered at Manas, “You are my tool.”
Raising a hand she thundered, “I command you to kill your two friends.”
Manas stood motionless. The queen’s face distorted with rage. “I command you! I command you to kill them! I-I--” Her face turned pale, and she slumped back upon her throne.
Ven exclaimed in surprise, “Mother, what is it?!”
“Why-I can’t remember—his name,” she gasped, her face white as a sheet.
“What? His name is—his name is—“ Ven started to say, then horror filled his own face. “You! you!” He turned furiously to Manas. “You’ve done it again! How are you taking our memories!”
Manas took a step forward. “Mother. Step down,” he said firmly.
“No! no!” She shrieked, her face becoming livid. “You, what have you done—“
“Attack him, guards!” Ven shouted. The guards hesitated, however, uncertain about this power they had never seen before.
Manas took another step forward. “Step down, mother.”
The queen ground her teeth. Then suddenly she paused, a smug smile crossing her face, and she broke into a vicious laugh. “Ha! You thought you had me there! But I can still use you; I’ve had my spies watching you and your little friend.” Pointing a finger at Sara, the queen roared, “Sara, I command you to kill him!”
But Sara did not move either. The queen collapsed onto her throne, shaking in horror at this power she couldn’t understand. Stepping forward until he was right in front of her, Manas said quietly, “Please step down. I won’t hurt you. But if you will not end this war and bring peace, then I will.”
The queen stared at Manas with terror, her breath coming in short gasps. She was trembling, shrinking back so that she no longer looked like a grand queen but more like a frightened little girl.
Ven stepped forward as if to strike Manas, but Chess stood in his way. Angrily, Ven cried, “Guards, what are you doing? Seize them! Stop them!” But the guards stood motionless. “You would defy your queen and prince?” Ven practically shrieked.
One of the guards stepped forward and addressed Manas, “Do you really intend to bring peace?”
“I do. I intend to negotiate a peace that will not oppress the Siliven or humans. A peace that will last not just a few years, but centuries,” Manas said firmly.
The guard turned to his fellow soldiers. “You saw this strange power that was even able to thwart thee queen’s Name Calling Art. You heard what he said about peace. Haven’t we yearned for that, for our children to grow up in Vawaren not oppressed by war or cruel rulers? What say you, men?”
The soldiers glanced at each other, murmuring. Then with one accord they all knelt and bowed their heads to Manas. “All hail, king Manas!” Sara shivered at the cry, a thrill of excitement running through her. If even the guards recognized Manas as king, he had won.
Manas commanded them, “Take my mother and Ven to their chambers for now. Give the command to stop attacking the ‘intruders.’ Also, release Kelsin and ask him to meet me here.”
The guards saluted, some grabbing hold of the queen and Ven, others hurrying out of the room to do Manas’ bidding. The remaining soldiers looked up eagerly at their new king. Chess cleared his throat loudly and motioned at the throne with his eyes. Slowly, Manas made his way to the throne and sat down. He was now king.
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#original story#fantasy#siliven#a bit disjointed because I haven't figured out how to describe everything yet
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My baby poolrooms stranger!!
Gabriella Miller. 20 years. She had an accident, currently her body is in a coma, but her soul is traveling through her subconscious (backrooms or even games/websites) trying to find a way out.
In her subconscious, Gabi doesn't remember her name, her age... or how she got here... so she had to invent a new name - Poppy.
Along the way, she meets strangers like her, most likely these are distorted memories of people she once knew.
Poppy constantly hears a voice from outside, she thinks that an alien is trying to contact her and imagines him in her own way, not knowing his real appearance. She is in love with this voice and communicates with him on a mini computer. On the other side of the picture, that voice is Gabi's desperate loved one, who cannot let her go and is waiting for her return.
There will be more arts of her :3
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Hmph, you’ve never seen a tree talk, have you?
Tagging @griseldabanks back, and @winterinhimring. And yes, a tree is talking in this scene. ;)
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Rules: If you are tagged, you have to work on your WIP until you write a sentence that contains at least one word from the sentence given to you by the person who tagged you. Then post that sentence and tag as many people as you want. Tag-backs are not only allowed, but encouraged! >:)
Starting a new one of these because I kinda slacked off when my computer exploded, and in the meantime got tagged a whole bunch. So here goes, consider yourself tagged as many times as I mention your name!
@winterinhimring
They were so close; he could feel it.
@winterinhimring
You saw what he did in D.C.
@winterinhimring
Maybe that was all he could think about, every time he looked at Bucky Barnes’s face.
@winterinhimring
He’ll be with Captain America.
@bunnyscar
There was something about him, even just in the way he held himself, that made it easy to believe he had it all under control.
@bunnyscar
That went a long way towards convincing him that there was more to Barnes than just a deadly assassin.
@bunnyscar
He stared down at his hands, clasped on top of the table in front of him.
@bunnyscar
His leg jiggled up and down nervously.
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Startled, he looked up but saw no one.
Tagging @griseldabanks back, as well as @winterinhimring
WIP Tag Game
Rules: If you are tagged, you have to work on your WIP until you write a sentence that contains at least one word from the sentence given to you by the person who tagged you. Then post that sentence and tag as many people as you want. Tag-backs are not only allowed, but encouraged! >:)
I've been tagged roughly a bajillion times over the past couple of months, but haven't done much about it because I've been on a writing hiatus in the wake of finishing the first draft of my WIP. But I'm trying to get back into writing regularly, so I'm going to start a new thread, and tag back everybody who tagged me! >:D
@rainintheevening
It didn't take a genius to understand what Qui-Gon was getting at.
@winterinhimring
The dead became one with the Force, and the Force was a Jedi's constant companion.
@rainintheevening
And yet, Obi-Wan still couldn't shake the feeling of abandonment.
@authortobenamedlater
And if he didn't leave even the slightest crack open for the Force to seep through, that meant Qui-Gon couldn't reach him either.
@winterinhimring
A child with his fingers in his ears, demanding to know why no one would talk to him.
@bunnyscar
Accept the shame, then let it go.
@winterinhimring
Learn from them, and they will help you grow.
@bunnyscar
Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan envisioned his lungs filling with stale air from the years he had languished here on Tatooine.
@kraytwriter
Opening eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed, Obi-Wan turned to look at Qui-Gon again.
@kraytwriter
“I was there.”
@kraytwriter
All he could see was his master's eyes, full of sympathy and compassion, understanding and acceptance.
Lol, all of the words I chose were very boring and generic, but there you go XD And yes, if I mentioned your name multiple times, consider yourself tagged that many times.
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Though he had picked up the sword with ease, he could tell at once that there was great power residing in the weapon, a power that would have killed him had he not been strong enough.
Tagging @ winterinhimring back, as well as @griseldabanks
WIP Tag Game
Rules: If you are tagged, you have to work on your WIP until you write a sentence that contains at least one word from the sentence given to you by the person who tagged you. Then post that sentence and tag as many people as you want. Tag-backs are not only allowed, but encouraged! >:)
I've been tagged roughly a bajillion times over the past couple of months, but haven't done much about it because I've been on a writing hiatus in the wake of finishing the first draft of my WIP. But I'm trying to get back into writing regularly, so I'm going to start a new thread, and tag back everybody who tagged me! >:D
@rainintheevening
It didn't take a genius to understand what Qui-Gon was getting at.
@winterinhimring
The dead became one with the Force, and the Force was a Jedi's constant companion.
@rainintheevening
And yet, Obi-Wan still couldn't shake the feeling of abandonment.
@authortobenamedlater
And if he didn't leave even the slightest crack open for the Force to seep through, that meant Qui-Gon couldn't reach him either.
@winterinhimring
A child with his fingers in his ears, demanding to know why no one would talk to him.
@bunnyscar
Accept the shame, then let it go.
@winterinhimring
Learn from them, and they will help you grow.
@bunnyscar
Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan envisioned his lungs filling with stale air from the years he had languished here on Tatooine.
@kraytwriter
Opening eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed, Obi-Wan turned to look at Qui-Gon again.
@kraytwriter
“I was there.”
@kraytwriter
All he could see was his master's eyes, full of sympathy and compassion, understanding and acceptance.
Lol, all of the words I chose were very boring and generic, but there you go XD And yes, if I mentioned your name multiple times, consider yourself tagged that many times.
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In answer to @novelmonger's question about context:
This is a scene for a Legend of Zelda university AU (loosely based on Legend of Zelda). Zelda is a freshman in Hyrule's most prestigious universities, majoring in the sciences. One day, however, when she is doing her work study, she opens the utility closet to find Link in there, injured. He attempts to attack her and run, but collapses. Zelda immediately runs to get help.
Link is taken to the university's infirmary. Rauru, the president of the university, recognizes Link as belonging to a nefarious organization that is led by Ganon. Rauru questions Link when he finally wakes up. Link is wary of Rauru, but seeing that he has no way to escape, reveals that he betrayed the organization and is on the run now. Rauru makes a deal with him. The school will agree to protect Link if he will do certain things: reveal what he knows about the organization's plans and goals and become a student at the university.
Link is doubtful at first, not understanding why Rauru is so ready to help him, but he finally agrees.
Zelda recognizes him in class, and they end up being paired as lab partners. Though he is rather sullen and stand-offish, Zelda tries to get to know him, and he begins to warm up to her just a little.
Ganon's organization, however, sends an agent one night that is able to get through the university's security. The agent corners Link in the lab and wounds him deeply. Zelda, however, happens to come into the lab to grab something she forgot, when she sees the agent standing over Link, who is doubled up in pain. The agent tries to kill her, not wanting any witnesses; but Link musters up enough strength to kill the agent, then he collapses.
Then we have this scene I wrote above, after Link is healed up from that encounter. There's some more random details than what I wrote here, but that's the gist of it.
It was going to be more normal school romance, where a shy boy meets a kind girl, but...I just couldn't resist bringing in the dark past and angst. ;)
Foolish Concern
Zelda stepped into the infirmary quietly, half afraid that Link would be asleep and she would wake him. But he was sitting up in bed, staring out the window.
“Link, are you feeling better?” she asked, taking a seat next to his bed.
He glanced at her and muttered an affirmative. She noted that his face had more color now, and he didn’t seem to be in pain.
“Thank goodness! I was worried…”
“Why should you worry about me?” Link said shortly.
Zelda frowned. “Well, I was there when it happened, and you’re my--someone I know. Why shouldn’t I worry?”
“You shouldn’t get involved with me. The people hunting me are ruthless, and if you get in the way again, they'll kill you. Or worse, torture you.”
“And it’s okay if they kill you instead?”
Link glanced at Zelda, who was glaring at him. He turned away again and hunched his shoulders. “You barely know me. It’s not like you have any obligation to help me.”
“Maybe not, but I want to. I want to get to know you, even if it’s going to hurt me; I want to learn what you’re interested in, what makes you happy, what you’re like when you smile, laugh, and cry. I want to learn about the different sides of you. I—it’s just—you seem so sad. So…lonely….,” she faltered.
Link clenched his hands. She wanted to know him? Even though she had almost gotten killed because of him? It was foolishness. Arrogance. Did she think she could save him?
He looked up at her savagely, but all he saw in her blue eyes were concern and kindness. Suddenly, a great longing stirred in him, a longing to be known, to have someone care about him and cry with him, to not be alone. It was wrong of him to force his weakness on her. It was wrong of him to want to lean on someone else, but he had never wanted something so badly. He didn’t want to be lonely anymore.
“You…are really something,” he murmured, and for the first time he gave her a smile. It was only a small one, a quivering, painful smile; but Zelda’s face broke into a smile that was as radiant as the sun, as if she had just received the most precious gift ever.
“Indeed I am. I’m a stubborn and annoying something that’s not going to let you alone until I get what I want,” she said teasingly. “So you’d better prepare yourself before coming back to classes, because I’m going to keep hanging around and talking to you.”
Link sighed. “Not much I can do about that,” he said and laid back on his pillow. “Now leave me alone, you’re wearing me out. I’m an invalid right now, you know.”
Zelda stood to leave. “Zelda,” Link suddenly said when she reached the door. Her hand resting on its handle, she turned back and said, “Yes?”
“Thank you.”
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Foolish Concern
Zelda stepped into the infirmary quietly, half afraid that Link would be asleep and she would wake him. But he was sitting up in bed, staring out the window.
“Link, are you feeling better?” she asked, taking a seat next to his bed.
He glanced at her and muttered an affirmative. She noted that his face had more color now, and he didn’t seem to be in pain.
“Thank goodness! I was worried…”
“Why should you worry about me?” Link said shortly.
Zelda frowned. “Well, I was there when it happened, and you’re my--someone I know. Why shouldn’t I worry?”
“You shouldn’t get involved with me. The people hunting me are ruthless, and if you get in the way again, they'll kill you. Or worse, torture you.”
“And it’s okay if they kill you instead?”
Link glanced at Zelda, who was glaring at him. He turned away again and hunched his shoulders. “You barely know me. It’s not like you have any obligation to help me.”
“Maybe not, but I want to. I want to get to know you, even if it’s going to hurt me; I want to learn what you’re interested in, what makes you happy, what you’re like when you smile, laugh, and cry. I want to learn about the different sides of you. I—it’s just—you seem so sad. So…lonely….,” she faltered.
Link clenched his hands. She wanted to know him? Even though she had almost gotten killed because of him? It was foolishness. Arrogance. Did she think she could save him?
He looked up at her savagely, but all he saw in her blue eyes were concern and kindness. Suddenly, a great longing stirred in him, a longing to be known, to have someone care about him and cry with him, to not be alone. It was wrong of him to force his weakness on her. It was wrong of him to want to lean on someone else, but he had never wanted something so badly. He didn’t want to be lonely anymore.
“You…are really something,” he murmured, and for the first time he gave her a smile. It was only a small one, a quivering, painful smile; but Zelda’s face broke into a smile that was as radiant as the sun, as if she had just received the most precious gift ever.
“Indeed I am. I’m a stubborn and annoying something that’s not going to let you alone until I get what I want,” she said teasingly. “So you’d better prepare yourself before coming back to classes, because I’m going to keep hanging around and talking to you.”
Link sighed. “Not much I can do about that,” he said and laid back on his pillow. “Now leave me alone, you’re wearing me out. I’m an invalid right now, you know.”
Zelda stood to leave. “Zelda,” Link suddenly said when she reached the door. Her hand resting on its handle, she turned back and said, “Yes?”
“Thank you.”
#Zelink#legend of zelda#fanfiction#random scene#university au#ask if you want the full premise (or want more scenes)#had this idea for a while#but thanks to @griseldabanks for sparking interest in this idea again ;)
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Safe
Lily glanced up at the evening sky which had been orange and gold moments ago but was quickly turning purple and black. She had been walking her dog in the neighborhood that evening, but it was about time to head home. “Come on, Teal,” she urged, turning down a side street.
They had only walked a short ways down the street, however, when Teal began barking and growling like crazy. Lily froze. The few streetlights on this road had burnt out, casting the middle of the road in shadow, but she could just make out a man standing in front of her. His eyes glowed red.
She turned to run, but was suddenly slammed against the wall of a nearby building. Though she could hear Teal barking, all she could see was the man’s face, his sharp fangs glistening with saliva, a hungry look in his eyes. Struck with terror, she couldn’t even scream. Just before the fangs closed on her neck, she heard a woosh of air, felt herself wrenched out of the man’s grip, and heard a muffled scream. Slumping to the ground, she huddled, gasping and trembling.
“Are you all right?” a boy’s voice asked. She looked up to see someone kneeling next to her, concern all over his face.
“T-Teal,” was all she could gasp out.
“Don’t worry, your dog’s safe. Are you hurt anywhere?”
“N-no, I don’t think so,” Lily finally managed to get out. “Wh-who?”
“It’s all right. My name’s Jeff. My friend Alan and I were on our way home, when we heard the dog barking and found you. We’ll take you home. Can you stand?” the boy asked.
Lily attempted to get her feet under her, but they would not cooperate, and she shook her head. “I’ll carry her,” a gruff voice said, and suddenly she felt herself being lifted like a little child. She looked to the side in surprise to see fierce golden eyes staring at her. They were rather frightening eyes, almost reminding her of the vampire’s; but the arms holding her were gentle and strong, making her feel safe. She began to relax.
She was not aware of much of the rest of that evening. She vaguely remembered telling Jeff and Alan where she lived and being carried there, and though she was certain the two boys were talking as they walked, she couldn’t remember at all what they had said. The last thing she remembered clearly was their warning to her when they finally set her down in front of her house.
“Don’t go down that street anymore. There’s been rogue vampires there before,” Alan said, shooting a glare at Jeff.
“If you’re going to take a walk in the evening, you should probably take a friend with you, just in case. Even if it’s still light out, vampires or other unsavory characters might still be around,” Jeff said kindly.
Lily nodded. “Thank you,” she murmured. “I’m sorry if I troubled you...thank you for carrying me.”
Alan grunted. “Just don’t go down any dark streets again,” he muttered, turning away.
Lily watched them leave, then shakily made her way inside and to her room, where she collapsed onto her bed. She was home, safe and sound. Safe because of Alan.
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Ooh, this does sound interesting! Would love to read something like that, especially a comedy or a webtoon/comic of it. Now watch as I spawn a dozen more ideas off of this....
You know, it's a tragedy that there are no (or very little) Vampire x Christian stories out there, not for angst or theology or forbidden seductiveness or whatnot but for the sheer comedy of it all. I mean, the Christian would technically be immune to all of the vampire's shenanigans, like for example...
Vampire: Fool, I am the most powerful vampire in the West. Nothing but the force of an entire holy temple could even deign to scratch me
Christian: Idiot, I AM a holy temple. 1 Corinthians 6:19, fear me and the Spirit inside that can burn you to ashes
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She would get to the bottom of this case and bring him to justice.
Tagging @whispered-light and anyone interested.
Last Line Challenge (Happy Friday y’all!)
Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).
Thank you @alwayskote for the tag!
This is from my most recent WIP that I started today at work lmaoooo
“Just because I’m not loyal to you does not mean I’m a disloyal person,” Dogma says.
Would love if y’all join in: @arcsimper5 @aknightreaderr @cowgirljedi1701
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Tagged by @novelmonger
stories about healing--from traumatic past, from guilt, from broken relationships, from shame. Usually, the healing comes about when someone reaches out to the main character and develops a relationship with them (romantic or platonic). The first story I ever really finished was called The Healing, so no wonder this is the story I like to write....
characters that have no emotions or don't know how to identify them; it's fun to explore how they would discover and learn to handle their emotions
Eyes--especially strange or different looking eyes, like blue with white pupils, multi-colored eyes, or eyes with scars....anything to do with eyes that look special or have special properties
male character saving a female character--This is just an impression I've been getting recently, but I feel like this idea is rather looked down upon by American society or at least by media; but I like the idea of the hero saving the damsel in distress. I like the idea of a chivalrous gentleman who is willing to open the door for a lady, of a hero who will brave any danger to save his princess, of men who treat women gently and with respect.
vampires or characters with other monster-like characteristics that they have to come to terms with
Tagging @winterinhimring if you're interested.
5 Things I Like to Write About
Tagged by @freenarnian - thanks!
Brothers/siblings - by blood or otherwise
Found family - May or may not include biological family as well. Most friend-groups in my stories will end up glomming together in some sort of makeshift family that continues after the end of the story. Marriage or adoption is optional. Too bad, you're part of the family now and we will expect you for Sunday dinner.
Lonely Little Lost Boys - a young boy who, for one reason or another, is an orphan and/or spent part of his childhood without knowing the love of family and now has to learn what that means. "Young boy" usually means "twelve or under," but has also been known to apply to grown men who could kill you one handed, or five-year-old girls.
The Monster Within - the "dark side" of a protagonist, literal or figurative, usually taking the form of sinister whispers in the back of the mind, urging the protagonist to kill or otherwise lash out. The struggle against the Monster Within is a significant part of the story's conflict and the protagonist's character arc. Usually it will involve something about the protagonist envisioning the Monster Within as a separate entity from themselves (and may or may not include some kind of physical transformation), only to realize it's actually been in them all along, and only recently has risen to the surface due to trauma/Plot Stuff. Basically a metaphor for sinful nature (and definitely not also a projection of the author's unhealthy suppression/fear of anger in real life, oh no).
Characters who deal with really dark subject matter like torture, depression, self-harm, suicide, etc. and then are saved by the Power of Unconditional Love (usually not romantic) - There will be thinly veiled allegorical elements pointing towards God's redemption of His children. You have been warned.
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“Jeff, I know what you want me to do, but I’m not going to.”
Jeff turned in surprise to look back at Alan, who had been walking behind him. They were on their way to school for the first time since staying home for a week.
“What do you mean?” Jeff asked.
“You want me to make friends at school, don’t you?” Alan said coldly. “Well I’m not going to. It’s too dangerous. If people get close to me, I’ll hurt them, or they’ll find out what I am and it’ll cause problems. So I’m sorry, but I’m not going to try to get to know people.” And he continued walking, stepping past Jeff.
After a moment’s pause, Jeff followed. “All right. I won’t force you to make friends. But,” and he stepped up next to Alan, matching his quick pace, “I reserve the right to treat you as my friend.” Alan glanced at him and frowned, but only said, “Do what you want.”
When Alan appeared at Jeff’s soccer practice after school, there was a lot of uneasy murmuring among the team members. Though all of them liked and trusted Jeff, not even his reassurance could take away their almost instinctual dislike of Alan. He was well known around the school as an angry looking, sharp tongued, rude loner. Even if he hadn’t actually been in any incidents, he had the look of a delinquent. No one wanted to be involved with that.
“Jeff, I know you’re super nice to everyone, but this is a little much. I mean, friends with him? He looks like he could kill someone!” Steve, the captain of the soccer team, muttered in Jeff’s ear.
Jeff glanced over at Alan. For his part, Alan had avoided approaching any of the other boys and had taken a seat at the far end of the bleachers, staring like a hawk at the team. “He’s really not that mean or scary. He just doesn’t know how to interact socially. Can’t he at least watch our practice? He lives near my apartment, so we were going to walk home together, since the streets are kind of dangerous these days….”
Steve hesitated, then finally agreed with a sigh. “All right, if you’re sure he won’t cause trouble.”
“I don’t get it,” Alan said as they were walking home. “What’s the point of kicking that ball around?”
“You’re trying to get the ball in the opposite team’s goal. That way you can gain a point,” Jeff explained.
“Is that fun?”
Jeff grinned. “Maybe you should try it and see.”
Alan shook his head. “Vampires have a lot more strength than humans. If I kicked that ball around, I’d just break something or end up smashing someone’s face.”
“Hmm, I see. Still, did you enjoy watching, at least?”
Alan glanced at Jeff, then away, then back again. “I guess,” he muttered.
“You know, Alan, I was thinking. Even if you don’t want to make friends, it would help if you learned some more social skills, don’t you think? You said that Arisa taught you some; but you also asked me and Tessa to help. Why don’t you practice at school?”
“Okay, but what exactly do you want me to do?”
“First of all, it would help if you smiled.”
“How do I do that?”
Jeff halted, startled by the question. This might be harder than he thought. “Well, it’s like this,” he said and smiled at Alan. “The corners of your mouth turn up. I suppose it’s easier if you smile naturally…usually people smile when they’re happy or if they hear something funny. Maybe I could tell you a joke—“
Alan shook his head. “Arisa tried to tell me jokes sometimes, but I didn’t understand them. She said I don’t have any sense of humor.”
“Hmmm. Then is there anything that makes you happy?”
“I don’t really know. I..don’t really understand things like happy, sad, angry, those kinds of things. Angry and scared make a little more sense, I guess. Arisa said I probably feel those things, I just don’t know how to tell them apart.”
Jeff nodded thoughtfully. “Then we’ll just have to find a way to help you learn the differences,” he said encouragingly.
Alan shrugged again, but he didn’t protest. The rest of the way home, Jeff began thinking of ways to help Alan recognize emotions. It would not be easy, it would not be fast, but he was sure Alan could do it. And if nothing else, it might at least make others think more positively of him. It would just take patience.
It was a complete surprise, though, when Jeff stepped into the classroom a few days later after lunch to find a group of classmates surrounding Alan’s desk. They were exclaiming eagerly over something that lay on the desk, and in the midst of them was a very uncomfortable Alan.
Steve looked up eagerly as Jeff hurried over. “Why didn’t you tell us Alan was this good at drawing? He’s amazing!”
Jeff blinked. “Drawing?” he repeated, bewildered. He had only seen Alan color, and that had seemed pretty normal.…He peered over the other’s shoulders to see a rather intricate drawing of an empty classroom. Suddenly, he remembered the most recent coloring page they had been working on at home, one that was part of a series of pictures of rooms that you could color in. It was quite detailed, with lots of little spaces to color, which Alan seemed to enjoy. Jeff could not be certain without looking back at it, but Alan’s picture looked a lot like that coloring page….
Jeff smiled. “That is really good,” he said.
Alan looked up with a glare. “I was just making lines so I could color something,” he muttered, warily glancing at all the people standing around. But for once, they paid no heed to his fierce expression, all their attention on his picture.
“Not everyone can draw like that,” Jeff chuckled.
“Yeah, I could never draw like that in a million years! How did you do it without a reference?” a girl asked eagerly.
Alan gave her a blank look. “Reference?”
“Were you drawing something you’d seen before?” Jeff suggested.
“Yeah….”
The girl’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me you were drawing from memory?” she gasped.
“I just drew the picture I saw last night...why is that such a big deal?”
But by now several jaws had dropped and the room had fallen into stunned silence. Finally, Steve stammered, “A-are you some sort of prodigy?” Alan was saved answering, however, by the teacher coming in and calling the room to order.
“Is drawing really that impressive?” Alan asked on their way home that day.
“It’s because you can make such a detailed copy just by remembering, instead of having the picture in front of you. That’s really hard to do for most people.”
“Doesn’t seem that hard to me. I just do it.”
Jeff chuckled. “I suppose geniuses can’t really understand what it’s like not to be one….”
Alan gazed down at his hands, clenching and unclenching one of them. “A genius….I’m not sure this skill or whatever is really mine, though. I’m made up of dead parts, remember? There’s probably some dead artist in my hands or my brain or something that makes me able to draw like that.”
Jeff glanced at his friend’s brooding face. Gently, he said, “Even so, you’re the one who’s using those hands and that memory now, aren’t you?”
Alan said nothing, but for a moment his eyes softened their intense gaze. “Ah, there it is!” Jeff cried, causing Alan to start. “You were happy just then, I’m pretty sure.”
“Really?”
“I’m going to interpret it that way,” Jeff said with a grin.
“If you say so….” Alan said uncertainly, but his eyes softened ever so slightly again. Yes, it would take time for Alan to learn his emotions. But he was off to a good start.
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