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dontjudgemeimawriter · 1 month ago

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Dead Darlings Tag

Tagged by @charlesjosephwrites

🌑 Rules: Share a part of your writing you love that got cut for the greater good. It doesn't matter if it's a line or a paragraph. It doesn't matter if you might work it back in. If it's not currently in a WIP and you want to share, please do.

So I don't actually have a whole lot of this. When I get stuck I do sometimes put what I backpedel on in a scraps folder, but apparently i haven't done it too much, and usually I stop writing it because I don't like it or where it's going or I'm just treading water in the scene. I'm not at a stage where I cut major things that I enjoyed-- I will when I edit for real, but I just don't do that as I go. The draft currently has a character at the beginning tha I decided doens 't exist, I just haven't edited him out yet because why should I?

There are some scraps though, and here's one scene that I kept in the scarps folder but wound up deleting. This takes place between the two scenes posted here-- you can see there that I had a chapter break, between the first post and the reblog. This scene is essentially what I started writing for that chapter, then deleted.

Tagging: @thegreatobsesso @scripe-of-stories @ceph-the-ghost-writer @squarebracket-trickster & @avrablake

Mika paid for my meal without us discussing it, nothing more but a small smile in my direction and a gesture to leave.

I still had focus up, was still confident that my wall was up, yet I noticed something. I smiled back reflexively, caught the door behind her without thinking about what signal it gave off, even found myself talking without rehearsing every word first.

Our previous back and forth, me antagonizing her, had been me playing the role she wanted me to be. She’d wanted me to be the villain so I’d complied, because I couldn’t deny the reason. But I hadn’t realized how exhausting that role had been.

Our conversations had always hit a dead end in the past, either from me or from her, but we were actually talking now, even if it was light, surface level conversation.

Was this okay? Was it the right idea to do this? Wasn’t getting this comfortable dangerous?

A hand raising in a wave caught my attention, and in an instant, and comfort I’d started to feel evaporated. Abigail.

I waved back, shifting instantly. Mika noticed my reaction before following my gaze to Abigail, but a glance in her direction told me she wasn’t sure who she was seeing.

“Hello, Terran, Mika,” Abigail greeted us. She stopped walking, so we did too, facing her.

“Hi,” I said. For once, someone was there, possibly having caught me— for what? Talking to Mika, who lived with me? She’d been passing, not spying. I glanced at Mika. She was holding something back, but I wasn’t sure if it was confusion or nerves. “You two have met, right?”

Mika nodded, and Abigail gave a huge smile that made me uneasy. “I’m sure Zachary’s been singing my praises,” she said in a way that meant the opposite. Zachary had not been quiet about his disapproval of her becoming the Judge’s right-hand man. “but yes, we’ve met, though I don’t believe we’ve talked much. Mika, yes?” Mika nodded, gathering herself enough to respond. “Correct, and I see no need to change that.”

Abigail didn’t react, just turned to me. “Well, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I didn't get to ask how you were the other night.”

She’d been the one delivering the order on Jesse, I remembered. Did she know the story I’d fed Zachary, or had he kept it to himself?

“Well, thanks for giving me a job. I’d been bored,” I replied, watching her expression. Mika, next to me, sighed, but dammit, Mika, I still gotta play the game.

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow. “And how is that going?”

“There’s been some complications,” I said, still fishing for how much she knew already, but maybe she was letting me tell it. “But I’ll get him.” I needed to find out how much the Judge already knew. I considered for a moment, then added, “He’s gone off the grid and I’m having trouble tracking him down. You wouldn't happen to know any more than what was in the file, do you?”

Her gaze flicked to Mika for a moment. “All I remember about that was he got a hit on him for learning too much. P.I.'s really serve a problem, the Judge’s been considering making some changes in how they’re licensed.

“Oh no,” Mika deadpanned. I glance at her. Her eyes had narrowed at Abigail.

“Well, good luck finding him,” Abigail said. “Though if you end up hitting a dead end, feel free to hand the job off— I’m sure we can find someone else to carry it out.”

“Thanks, but I’ll find him,” I said. No way could someone else take it, but if I couldn’t get this, I might not be able to stop someone else looking for him.

“Good luck!” Abigail said, giving us a wave and heading off. I gave her a wave back, then took a deep breath and turned back to Mika.

Mika was watching Abigail walk off, and after a moment, after she was out of earshot, she looked at me. “I know Zachary doesn’t like her. What do you think?”

I shrugged. I had once trusted her, but that had been so long ago, and so much had changed. So much about me had changed. “She works for the Judge. All of us should be wary.”

Mika nodded, biting her lip considering, then added “She was lying.”

I’d been about to keep walking, move on, and then I stopped. Mika could tell when people were lying. “About what?”

“What she knows about that guy. The P.I. I don’t know what she does know, but she knows more.”

Shit, of course she did. “Do you know what?”

“Couldn’t get that far.” Mika shrugged. “And didn’t care that much. Not exactly a big fan of helping you catch this guy. I’d be happy if he got away.”

“That’s not what’s at stake, though.” I said, and already that comfort was making me fuck up, wasn’t it? “It’s either I find him or someone else does.”

She shrugged, and of course it made no difference to her—to her, I was going to kill him. I didn't need her to care, though, right?

Wrong.

Mika knew Jodi. Or at least, had known her—and Jodi was who Jesse was looking for. At least that was what he’d claimed.

She wasn’t going to help me murder a man, though, and I couldn’t tell her I was trying to ensure he lived. “Listen,” in urgency I put a hand on her shoulder and she jerked it away, but it didn't matter. “Jesse, the P.I., he’s on a case. He’s looking for Jodi Gibson, you said you knew her, right? Can you help me find her? I think it’s the best way to find him.”

“For Jodi?” she repeated. I nodded. She considered, and I could tell— her stubborn side didn’t want to, just to spite me. But we’d just truced, just agreed to give each other a chance. “You’re not killing her, though? Just that guy?”

I nodded, but I could see her still hesitant. She still didn’t completely trust me, after all. Us agreeing to stop fighting didn't necessarily include working together. Finally, she relented. “I don’t know what to tell you. We were friends when we were kids.”

“But what I should really do is talk to her friends and family,” I said. “I doubt they’d talk to a random guy, but maybe they’ll talk to you.”

#idk why I scrapped this though I do see some changes that are good #first of all as it turns out abigail doesn't actually know or want Terran to kill Jesse #oh that's a bit of a spoiler? whoops #and I think what I most like about the change is that Terran alsmot seems to be exploiting/manipulating Mika & using her firenship with Jod #for his own ends #but i think how it actually happens is more of an olive branch #so that's prob why I changed it #dead darlings tag

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little-peril-stories · 11 months ago

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Dead Darlings Tag

I'm taking advantage of this open tag from @i-can-even-burn-salad to share a few pieces that got cut from The Prince of Thieves. (There are also SOOOOO many dead darlings from The Queen of Lies, but I'll save that for another time.)

ummmmm nobody mention how I forgot to tag anyone when this posted so I'm passing on the OPEN TAG. 💕

oh and uhhh jsyk none of these are particularly well-written. They're darlings because they're scenes or elements I liked but cut anyway, not because I did pretty prose or anything.

Did you know there was a version of Jamie that apologized for being not-so-nice to Bree? I changed it because I wanted Bree to be a little tougher and angrier.

“I owe you an apology,” I say. God, I sound rough. “And a thank you. For coming back for me.” “No. Don’t.” That cut-up face is so solemn. “Will was going to run back after you. I…” She sighs softly. “Couldn’t let him do that.” “No, I meant…” It’s difficult to form words out of the muddle of thoughts, but I try. “In the cabin. I wasn’t… I wasn’t very nice to you.” “I don’t blame you.” She won’t meet my gaze. “I left Will behind. I left him there.”

Or that in the earliest iteration of TPOT, Bree wasn't rescued from Hatchett by IA but captured by them?

(This was before IA even had a name, arguably before the story even had a real plot. 😅 I will say that Jamie was a lot more badass in this version.)

I changed it because it didn't make much sense and was also extremely cringey. But hey. It was fun 😇😈

Footsteps approach, slow and cautious. Nothing like the sure-footed, cocky gait of my least favourite constable. “I know you’re awake. Nod if you can understand me.” The voice is quiet, exhausted, just shy of familiar. The rasp of flint striking stone. I nod.

OR that Bree was originally the one to propose the trade?? (uhhhhh I actually can't remember if that got posted as part of Whumptober. lol.) I changed it because....actually I don't know. Kind of a shame, honestly.

“We’ll trade you for Will.” Another tear slides down her cheek. “And then you’ll leave us alone. Forever.” “Absolutely not,” he growls back. “I’ll hunt you down. Both of you. All of you.” She smiles and picks up the cup of water he refused before. “Better drink up, Constable. We’re bringing you back. Alive and well.” “Don’t fucking come near me, Breanna Cooper.” She holds the up, uncertain now, as he refuses yet again. I’ll force him to drink later if I have to. If there’s a chance we can bargain for Will’s freedom with Hatchett as our leverage, I’ll spoon-feed him myself. Wearing a grim smile now, Bree takes a deep breath, tosses the entire cup of water into his face, and walks away.

Want to be a beta reader for the newly edited manuscript of The Prince of Thieves?

#tag game #dead darlings tag #lps the prince of thieves

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avrablake · 8 months ago

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Dead Darlings Tag

Thanks for the tag @inkspellangel

Rules: Share a part of your writing you love that got cut for the greater good. It doesn't matter if it's a line or a paragraph. It doesn't matter if you might work it back in. If it's not currently in a WIP and you want to share, please do.

Oh I have so much to pull from as I originally wrote all the events of Part 1 from both POVs. It definitely helped me flesh out the story and characters, but it wasn't very readable. I have lots of gems stashed away, like an argument between Gram and Nix after Thea and Kai first come to the base.

But first I'll leave an open tag and also tag @dontjudgemeimawriter @reneesbooks @talesofsorrowandofruin

Before Gram could say anything, his words were cut off by a scream from the other room. Nix’s head exploded and he clutched it between his hands with a groan.

“What the hell?” Gram jumped up, looking unsure whether to rush into the next room, where the girl was screaming, or to jump to Nix’s side. With a worried glance at Nix he at last moved toward the door.

“Wait,” Nix told him between gritted teeth. He was sure that Gram rushing into the room wouldn’t help the situation, not with the amount of panic the girl was feeling after waking up in a strange place.

“What the hell is going on out there?” Gram asked him, still looking at the door as though he wanted to rush out. After another moment’s hesitation he returned to the chair, dragging it closer to the bed. “And what the hell is going on with you? Is this because of the girl?”

Nix nodded. There was no point denying it. Gram could see the effect for himself.

“The truth is, her thoughts are overwhelming. I can’t shut them out.” He leaned back and passed one hand over his face. Now that she was awake her thoughts were even worse. Every movement she made sent a feeling like lightning crashing through his head. She wasn’t just afraid, she was in pain. And he could feel all of it. It was like being stabbed by a hundred knives, all over his body.

“Dammit Nix!” Gram broke in. “You should have told me this sooner. You shouldn’t have rushed off into that fight last night. Not with this going on. Those two very well could have gotten away. If I’d known, we could have come up with a different plan. We could have waited for Luc, or I could have gone after them.”

Nix snorted derisively.

“We didn’t have time to wait for Lucan. If we’d done anything differently, they’d be with the Syndicate right now.”

#tag game #dead darlings tag #I loved this scene so much. cutting it was so hard #I managed to work in a similar argument later #btd snippets #deleted scenes

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roselinbooks-archive · 10 months ago

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Dead Darlings Tag

Thank you @byjillianmaria for the tag! Check out her dead darling for There's Magic Between Us here.

I have had to bury many darlings over the years, but the most recent one is the scrapped prologue to Shifting Roots. This would have featured the POV of Breezeheart as he and Sunfire meet their untimely demise. I decided to scrap this scene for a few reasons:

It detracted from the mystery of what killed Breezheart and Sunfire

In a cast of characters this large, I thought it was more important for the reader to get to the perspectives of the lead characters ASAP.

There are a lot of queer characters in this cast but it didn't feel fantastic to start the book with two of them dying.

That said I do still like the prologue itself, so here it is:

The sun rose early over Alliance Lake. The cats that lived in the western marshes rose earlier.

Two toms made their way down to the lakeshore to watch the sunrise. They placed their paws where moss grew thick on the ground out of habit, though it had been nearly a month since the last heavy rain and the earth on their path had long since dried to a safe density.

The two toms were Breezeheart and Sunfire, rangers of the Marsh-lands. Sunfire held the title by blood, his large frame and thick golden pelt giving away his heritage to any cat who knew of the Alliance Lake colonies. Breezeheart was a Marsh-lander through bond, having arrived in the territory from the wastes beyond it as a young cat. He had trained alongside his brother to earn the chance to join the proud colony, and they had proven themselves true Marsh-landers by navigating the treacherous swamps alone in the dark. Though his smaller size set him apart from the natural-born marsh cats, Breezeheart knew he was where he belonged.

Sunfire led the way over the stepping stones that crossed the West River. The ground on the other side was drier, and the dawn light was already beginning to reach it. The rosy tint on the horizon was burning away with the eastern fields’ mists, changing to a brilliant gold before Breezeheart’s eyes. Summer was hurrying on its way with all the impatience of a kitten.

He snorted. “The Spirits to Come are as excitable as ever.”

“They aren’t the only ones today.” Sunfire pointed his muzzle skyward. “Look, the full moon has risen early! The Spirits Beyond will bless the Moonlight Meeting with good fortune.”

The full moon hanging in the morning sky was surely a good omen, but Breezheart did not need to see it to know there would be good news. He could hardly remember a time when bad news had been shared at a Moonlight Meeting. Perhaps an Elder might have passed, but there would be no concerns about famine or plague. He had left those worries behind him in the wastes.

In the daylight, the small island sitting in the lake was far from impressive. That night, under the light of the full moon and the watchful eyes of the Spirits Beyond, Moonlight Island would transform into a beacon of peace and prosperity for all the colonies of the Alliance.

Sunfire, however, was at his most handsome in the early morning light. When the first rays of his namesake touched his golden-ginger fur and sparkled in his blue eyes, he took Breezeheart’s breath away.

“The colony doesn’t leave until sundown. We have plenty to do until then,” Breezeheart reminded Sunfire. Although the golden tom was an Envoy, singled out as a cat of remarkable skill and the potential to lead the colony, he was prone to kittenish behavior when there was a celebration to look forward to.

Breezeheart, however, never forgot the seemingly endless number of tasks an experienced ranger could expect in a day. No colony cat was ever still for long once the sun was up, and Marsh-landers had to work fast to complete their morning tasks before the midday heat made the humidity unbearable. Breezeheart was even busier than most rangers--as a Mentor, it was his duty to make sure young Marsh-landers learned the skills they would need to be successful rangers.

He was not personally training a new-claw at the moment, but overseeing group practice kept him on his toes. Every ranger trained at least one new-claw during their service to the colony, but Breezeheart did not think he would recommend Halfmask or Falconswoop to be personal trainers again. Boulder should be having his ranger ceremony that night, but Halfmask had yet to break him of his mean streak or impart any values to the burly tom other than: might makes right. Falconswoop was a skilled ranger, but she was awkward around young cats and didn’t know what to do with Red, leading him to follow Boulder’s lead more than hers.

Pool and Ice were due to begin their field training once they received the blessing of the Spirits Beyond that night. Breezeheart had hoped to take Pool under his wing, but Captain Hawkshell had discreetly informed him and the other Mentor, Birdflight, that she intended to make Wildfur responsible for Pool’s field training. As much as Breezeheart wanted to trust his Captain’s judgement, he almost raised a complaint to the Council about it. Halfmask and Falconswoop were already struggling to handle their new-claws; giving Pool to the laziest tom in the colony would only make things worse.

Sensing the busy buzz of Breezeheart’s thoughts, Sunfire licked his ears. “I thought we’d go by the border with Oak Colony this morning. I fancy a spar with Dawnfrost or Vinestripe if we can catch them.”

Only Sunfire, who walked with confidence in every pawstep, would speak so casually of challenging another colony’s Envoys to a fight. Oak Colony was on good terms with Marsh Colony now, but according to the Elders, that had not always been the case. It was Captain Elmtail and Captain Hawkshell’s close friendship that had eased tensions between the two colonies, but both of them were getting on in years.

Perhaps that was why, after Whitefire retired as her Second in Command, Captain Hawkshell named soft-spoken Leafstorm as her successor instead of Sunfire. While Sunfire was a promising Envoy, his relaxed attitude toward borders and mock-battles with other cats would not be taken so kindly coming from a Captain. Rather than be discouraged, Sunfire only seemed that much more determined to pursue inter-colony battle training.

Breezeheart only rolled his eyes at Sunfire’s antics. “And if we meet some other cat who isn’t so keen on your sparring idea?”

“Then they’ll have to catch us!” Sunfire laughed. “And besides, there are songbirds in the branches there.”

The golden tom spoke as casually as ever, but the nervous sniff of his nose and flick of his tail gave away the romantic intent of the outing. He had been planning it for the better part of spring, when he first noticed the fledglings growing in their nests.

Breezeheart leaned against him and intertwined their tails. “Let’s hope no Oak Colony ranger interrupts them with their yowling, then. Besides, as much as I admire your skill in battle, I prefer you with all your fur on.”

“Breezy!” Sunfire huffed, though it came out as a purr near the end. He nuzzled the shorter tom. “No cat could get the best of me when I’m fighting for you.”

The two walked closely to keep their tails entwined and their pelts brushing against one another until they had to part to cross back over the West River. One of its many tributaries snaked away toward the northern reach of the marshes, up to Dry Stones, where the colony sheltered during floods. While the creek didn’t mark the border with Oak Colony exactly, it did make for a good guideline.

As they scouted along the borderland, Breezeheart was taken by a rush of pride in the marshes that were his home. He felt no envy for the Oak-landers’ thick tangle of forest, or Field Colony’s open and exposed meadows, or River Colony’s too-sunny shores. Every damp pawstep of the Marsh-lands and every cat within them were his to cherish and defend, all with Sunfire at his side. He couldn’t imagine a happier life, and he purred in satisfaction as he pressed his forehead to Sunfire’s shoulder.

Sunfire returned his purr and settled his muzzle between Breezeheart’s ears, tickling them with his twitching whiskers.

The golden tom jerked his head up. “I just remembered! Wait here, Breezy.”

“Wait for what?” Breezeheart asked, but Sunfire had already rushed off into the undergrowth. With a sigh, the gray tom settled onto his haunches and licked a paw, swiping it over his ears to get rid of the ticklish sensation.

The sun continued to rise in the sky, its light no longer soft or playful.

Breezeheart was about to give up on waiting and call out to Sunfire, assuming he’d gotten distracted by something, when the nearby ferns rustled. Breezeheart stiffened, the fur rising along his back. Whatever shook the fronds like that was too large to be prey, and a deep, musky odor unlike anything he’d smelled before met his nose.

“Sunfire, that better be you playing a trick,” Breezeheart said.

He dropped into a crouch, keeping his tail low and ears forward as he stalked toward the foliage. The crisp scent of the sparse pines that grew on the north end of Marsh Colony’s territory could not completely mask the foreign stench.

What was that foul smell? It was not pungent enough to be a skunk, not earthy enough to be a badger. Every so often Breezeheart caught a faint trace of Sunfire’s familiar scent, and he breathed in as much of it as he could.

“Sunfire, where are you?” Breezeheart yowled.

The ferns ahead trembled, but there was no wind to move them. The crunch of twigs and snap of branches echoed through sudden silence.

A shadow engulfed Breezeheart. At first he thought a cloud had obscured the sun, but when he looked up he did not see the sky.

He barely saw the beast before he was sent flying by a crushing blow. He rolled across the ground, struggling to get to his paws. His hind leg buckled under him, broken, and he fell against something soft and damp. He nearly choked on the smell of blood… and Sunfire. His pounding heart came to a stuttering halt when he realized he was lying on bloodied scraps of the tom’s pelt. The rest of him lay not far away in a crumpled heap, a bundle of water hyacinth and rose mallow--Breezeheart’s favorite flowers--not far away.

“Oh, Sunfire…!” Breezeheart cried, hobbling toward the remains of his mate. He knew he had to get back to the base, warn the colony of this strange beast stalking their land, but he couldn’t leave Sunfire there. Not his brave, magnificent Sunfire.

He froze in terror as the shadow loomed over him again. The next strike came straight down, slamming him into the ground. He could no longer feel the pain of his broken leg. He tried to speak Sunfire’s name one last time, only for the searing pain of his now broken jaw to stop him. The world spun out of focus, and then went dark.

#writeblr #shifting roots #wip shifting roots #dead darlings tag

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fridgrave2-0 · 2 months ago

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hehe ghost-turbo haunting felix au

turbo is connected to the last piece of his code in the whole arcade - a trophy he gifted to felix in mid 80s as a symbol of him genuinely caring about their relationships on par with being the best racer. felix also gave him one of his medals and both kept their gifts next to other rewards, but when roadblasters and turbotime were unplugged, the medal was gone with everything else

now, after burning in cola-lava turbo is basically dead, but scraps of his code still were intertwined with the trophy (after all, it was his first winner's cup, but felix never knew about it), giving turbo an opportunity to exist as a shadow incapable of interacting with anything and anyone besides felix, who kept the trophy even after the roadblasters incident

also I went crazy in tags, feel free to check them out

#turbo #turbotastic #fix it felix jr #80s boyfriends #hammertastic #headcanon about them exchanging their trophies isn't mine but i loved it A LOT #and “darling” is turbo making fun of how felix was calling him in 80s #this hc about “doll” and “darling” pet names also is not mine but i adore it #turbo here is a complete freak who just stays around felix most of the time even when felix has moments with calhoun #and felix is an ass who keeps secrets from everyone bc he doesn't want his dirt to come out #he's ashamed of his previous relationship with turbo and doesn't want anyone to know any details #and calhoun to just know about it #this just gets worse and worse #they also didn't actually break up and were still technically dating when turbo went gamejumping #and he's mad af at felix because he's the reason ppl in the acrade made a boogeyman out of turbo and he couldn't come back #like imagine your bf says to you what you are better than others think of you #and then behind your (presumably dead) back tells everyone that you're just an egocentric maniac #i believe turbo has other reasons why he gamejumped (besides jealousy which took place but wasn't the most important reason)#and felix is an unreliable narrator #so yeah turbo HATES his ass #(but still would-) no im not making it suggestive #anyway i hc that turbo had put A LOT of emotions in this relationship even tho he's bad at this #he tried his best with felix but they were just making each other worse #and turbo while feeling betrayed never really moved on (yes even after 25 years he's PATHETIC)#and felix is just full of regret about everything but he won't admit his mistakes in his relationship with turbo #bc “well he turned out to be a bad person so that automatically makes me in the right about everything”#but felix had made a lot of bad decisions while dating turbo and was just classically ignorant about a ton of things #sorry about this random ass essay in tags i'm done for now #wreck it ralph #wir

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johnpriceslamb · 10 months ago

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I feel like having a hyper fem!reader would be really useful when it comes to cons and scams. Charm = Money

The image of going to any town and just absolutely leaving peoples pockets dry just by being a pretty doll they think they can play with when in truth you’re the one playing them. Arthur Morgan in the corner making sure nothing goes south yet getting a bit jealous of the men getting robbed.

caution !! mini babble , hyper-fem reader as usual -.- arthur being a bit jealous is a bit of an understatement ;3 , > 100 wordiez

⊹₊ ⋆ you were pretty .

too pretty, in fact— it makes Arthur’s blood boil .

How could Dutch ever think that this was a good idea to scheme money ? Sure, it was working — and sure, this was the most money they’ve gotten in a day, but … the way you looked at those bastards was similar to the way you look at him is making a vein pop in his head.

Long, dewy lashes tipped with puppy-like eyes — hot damn you were too pretty, it’s making his irritation very evident. He narrows his eyes at the way you presented yourself to those pigs, a soft click to the tongue which quietly drowns out immediately because of the constant chattering amongst the bar. He has to force himself to look away, otherwise he’ll end up dragging a man by the ear for even looking your way. Damnit he’s looking your way again and-

Ah. There she was. pixie-like hands ever so sneakily coming from behind and dragging that delicious looking wallet out of the man’s pockets and into hers. Though you looked innocent with all those laces ‘n bows, you were a bit too sneaky for his liking sometimes. Reason being is the amount of shirts borrowed (stolen) off of him and into your hand.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t that bad of an idea but still.

“— I really must be going.. ‘m afraid the bow in my hair is about to fall ! Give me a minute to adjust this silly thing now, will you ?” Feigning panic of a girl wanting to keep their appearance pristine and delicate, your attempts are futile as the man whom you’ve pickpocketed unconsciously grabs your hand from behind at a painful grip, “But sugar, your hair looks fine—”

You shoot Arthur the look.

You dont dare mention to the man in front of you the way Arthur is striding towards him at a quick pace with his hand curled into a tight fist.

#fem! reader #rdr2 x you #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x fem! you #afab! reader #rdr2 #arthur morgan x reader #i’m tempted to make this a fic lollll !!!!!#i shud totally make a hyper fem darling tag #read dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan fanfiction #blurb #arthur morgan x fem! reader

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whaliiwatching · 1 year ago

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pillow that loves you

#spider man: across the spider verse #spider punk #spider noir #hobie brown #noirpunk #world cold and hard. spider gf soft and warm #take notes ok this is true love #did i use the same eminem line in the last lesbian noirpunk drawing? yes #its my goddamn right #hmmmmmmhhh size difference #need and deserve to hold n be held like this #not got much in the way of tags today #if tumblr would let me take hobie’s shirt off entirely we’d get to see the scars #transmisogyny ruining all my fun #anyway. they go on picnics #hobie wears her gf’s clothing all the time i know this bc ive seen it #‘hey darling have you seen my coat—oh.’ ‘sorry no all i got is this one that belongs to ME’#holy shit. transfem fat butch noir packing heat. i need to watch her shoot a fascist dead #(we all need that i think)#spiderdykes

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oh-no-another-idea · 2 months ago

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dead darlings tag

The splendid @sarandipitywrites tagged me way back when--thank you! Read their excerpt here, featuring a nice quiet scene with a picnic :)

Today I bring you some Invisible Girl draft 1 that doesn't seem to fit into draft 2, at least not for now. It may be dead, but I think it's sort of darlingish, in an amusing way...

Their time was up; Velia turned and buried her face in the front of Antonio’s vest. His arms landed on her shoulders and then he was whispering in her ear, “I’m glad I got to see you before I died. It wasn’t all for nothing.” Velia wished he wouldn’t say such nice things only when they were about to be killed. At least it saved her from having to respond. They stood there waiting, for long enough that Velia began to feel very stupid. The fright of dying wore off, and she opened her eyes and turned, bewildered. Lewis was standing a car away, a huge iron shovel in his hands. The masked figure of the gunman lay crumpled at his feet. Velia elbowed Antonio. “My God,” he said, opening his eyes. “Did Lewis Huen just save our lives?” “It looks like it,” she replied sourly. Lewis was still clutching the shovel, and Velia realized it was very obvious Antonio’s arms were around her. She shoved him off, turning away and taking a deep breath. “Are you alright?” Antonio called calmly, like Lewis had saved him from tripping on a curb. Lewis shrugged. “Are you? Both of you?” he said both like one might say a dirty dishrag left in a bucket of dishwater. “The real question is how’s the lunch basket?” Antonio inquired. Velia sighed and kicked the sorry basket over. “Still in one piece, I trust, minus a few apples.” “We’re alright!” Antonio sang joyfully, scooping up the basket and running down the train toward Lewis. Velia followed at a more sedate pace. They left the unconscious form of the gunman on the roof. Velia couldn’t help but hope he fell off with the rolling motion of the train.

@late-to-the-fandom @splashinkling @eccaiia @space-writes @livums @zmwrites and anyone else who sees this, any interest?

#tag games #dead darlings tag #wip: invisible girl

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