#don't make sav a villain

[clarissaweasley-10]

TGG SPOILERS

Savannah love,l am pretty sure it's Eve messing with your brain and l really really don't want to hate you BUT I'M SOO SORRY POINT A FINGER AT MY GIRL AVERY AND I WILL HAVE TO TAKE ACTION

[wallylake]

Hi! I love Smuwfy writings and prompts and I had this idea for some long time now, and i'm going to finally write it! Continuation of this prompt <3

—H-hey!... How did you sleep? — The hero joked with a nervous smile breathing heavily by the chase and fall to villain's luckily carpeted bedroom floor.

— Not so bad, couldn't really enjoy it because someone decided to call at almost 3 am.— The villain said bored, his glowing eyes gazing at the hero.

— Y-yeah, and I'm pretty sure you want to know why... — They played while getting up taking a step back from the villain — And... I... Umm, certainly have a explanation for it! — They anxiously said looking back at the villain, while "holding" their own shoulder.

— And that is...?

— Well, I-I was pretty desperate back there and I then I remembered your portal powers so I thought you could help me, I wasn't really expecting for you to actually pick up the phone, you really sav- I mean- you really helped me right there. A- and- and- — Hero was tripping with his own words, trying to make up an excuse, Villain assumed

— Who was chasing you?— The villain interrupted curious, taking a step closer the hero who kept the distance between them.

Panic started to rise through the hero as they stepped back more and more— Well, Umm- No one for you to-—

— Don't dare to say 'to not worry for' because, you got somehow my number! called me begging for help! — The hero hit the wall of the room and when they tried to surround the villain, he placed both arms on the sides of the hero, preventing them from escaping. — And you don't really are the type of owning favors either run off from a fight, so you better have a good explanation, Hero.

The villain hissed, now being so close to the hero he come to noticed thanks to his dark vission their glassy eyes, and how the hero wasn't even holding his shoulder they just hold their hand there covering something, and deep inside it worried him.

— Is- Is not that easy-

— And why's that? — He asked softly, intrigued on this mysterious attack

— I-.... I- I don't know! — They exclaimed, letting the villain confused — Seriously, I don't know! I was heading home to sleep but then this guy with a helmet, and some fancy looking guns, appeared out of nowhere and started attacking me, I never saw him before!

— Couldn't you fight back? — The villain questioned stepping back from the hero to give him some space

— I thought I could! But then he shot me something and it weaken me, I couldn't use it. — The hero tried to summoned one of his magic daggers but all that come out were little sparkles. — See! It's been like- half an hour and it hasn't come off! Luckily I didn't k-killed me but, man it burned like hell... I'm kinda proud I manage for so long... — They chuckled and looked down at the floor with a mixed of fear and confusion, covering their shoulder where the unknown helmet chaser shot them.

— They never said anything, not even their reason or something? — Villain asked as they head to their their drawer and got out a first aid kit and approach to the hero to check the injury, Hero remained quiet and shyly let them examine it as he kindly sit them on a snug chair aside.

Hero was right, there was a burned mark around ruining in part that zone of the suit, Villain barely recognize it but there was a little dot in the center of the shot, they might have been injected with something and got their power neutralized, the villain assumed.

They opened the first aid kit, and took out a small bottle with water, a piece of rag, he moisten the rag and looked expectantly at Hero, they understand and with a "O-oh" they zipped down the upper side of the suit and carefully take off their black elbow-length sleeve shirt they weared below to let visible the injury, Villain placed the rag it on the burned mark, Hero hissed in pain and Villain shush trying to calm them, he poured the water on top of the rag, they put out the rag and took out from the aid kit some cream and a bandage.

Hero tried to read the villains expression, but the darkness, their jolts and hisses of pain by Villain pouring cream on the injury, also the fact they were still shaken up by their almost dying chase buggering their thoughts; all they could see was his glowy thinking stare, Villain was so in his mind the hero couldn't reach. Villain carefully taped the bandage on the burn.

—... I think they've been following me...

— Wha- — Villain started just as they saved everything and go to his drawer and lazily leave the aid kit on top.

— The last two weeks during my routines, I've felt... In danger, like there was something around... observing me, but I couldn't really pinpoint what... And now this helmet guy appears, exclaiming to- t-to... — The hero carefully put on his shirt and let themself bury in the chair. — Ok, this is what confuses me... And, I really, don't know what is happening so bear with me.

Villain let down a yawn, sit down on the corner of the bed and wave at hero to start to explain, they sighed and shifted on the snug chair.

— When I fought them... They keep exclaiming to "ending what needed to be done" and something about revenge, a- and the crimes I've committed? — They highlighted bewildered — I- I'm a hero!? I haven't committed any... serious crime —Hero said dismissively

— Yeah, sure. I bet you might be in charge for tax evasion or some baby crime, like bad parking. — Villain joked

— Ha-ha, yeah. —The hero laugh mockingly, and let out a yawn, what time it was even? — Here's the other thing, they didn't called me by my hero name, they keep going on and on, taunting me, calling me Night Blade and- I- I don't understa-

— They called you what? — Villain interrupted bewildered, with a shocking stared that worried the hero.

— N-Night Blade? —The hero repeated and as they saw Villain's shifts on his place, and got his hand to his chin thoughtfully, it worried them— Y-you know who that is?...

— What else happened? — Villain interrogated intrigued, more now by the mention of said name, the hero didn't recognize.

— We fought, I kept insisting them that, I wasn't this Ni- that guy —They corrected themself as they nervously saw Villain, and then look down back at the carpeted floor— Then, they shot me and the pain of the burn, how my power weaken, my daggers disappeared right in my hands, I felt-... Helpless, the Helmet Guy kept going on and on, about me being a v-villain- as they sprinted towards me, I was exhausted, I got scared and started running away... That's when I called y-you. — Hero was shaking feeling the urge to cry now processing mostly everything that happened— I-... I-... I mean when I said that I didn't thought you would answer... You saved me from, I bet, a certain death... — Hero whispered relief as some tears trailed down their face

— ... —Villain really didn't know how to respond the hero's gratitude, and he's glad of the darkness for not showing the red on his cheeks, they shake their head and kept thinking, processing what the hero told them and the situation they're got into. —You plan going back to your house?

— W-well, I didn't want to bother for so long. But, I don't know if that Helmet Guy may be somewhere close it... Do you mind if I sleep here? — Hero hopeful proposed looking up to Villain

Villain saw through the dark Hero's crying eyes once more and with a sigh — Let me search for some things.

Villain left the room, leaving Hero alone with their thoughts and the lingering ache in their shoulder, they were exhausted the carpeted floor looked more comfy that it really is, what time it is? How long they have been trying to remain awake? Fuck, right they promised three favors to Villain, what would he asked him to do now? Clean his lair? Say he was the greatest of all in TV, or some villany shit? Hero's let out an annoyed sigh, he really didn't like to be involved with any kind of crime, what were them a villain? ... How did it turned to this? Everything went too fast. What happened? Who was that guy? What have they even done? Who is or was this so called Night Blade? Does Villain know? Why doesn't he tell me? Is he too tired or is hiding something from me?... Does it have to do with their memory? That big lasting lagoon in their mind, missing... They weren't a villain, right?

— Right...? — They whispered out loud, mind feeling too overwhelmed with amount of unanswered question that now feel like an actual headache, they let out a yawn and some tears of tiredness and their helpless feeling that they tiredly clean up, they flinched when they heard the door open up.

— Hey, I got this for you to sleep. —The villain announce coming in with a foldable mattress to sleep, a fluffy blanket and a pillow, tossing to the floor the last two. — So, The mattress is really comfortable I can personally assure you that, and make sure to not sleep on your burned shoulder, kay?

— Thanks, Villain... It means a lot. — Hero thanked softly getting up from the chair, and helped Villain unflod the mattress to sleep and leave it on the floor.

Villain once again flush, not being used to this sincere, quiet, and small side of his supposed nemesis.—... Well, you called me. And now you own me three favors, I'm not letting that go easily you know. — he presume as he tiredly standed up, approach his bed and comfortably slid inside it comfortness. — Good night, Hero

— Oh, I said that, ha-ha! good night Villain. — The hero giggled, taking out his boots, the rest of their suit, doubtfully taking off their mask, fold it and let it aside, grab and adjust the pillow to finally let themself fall, and wrap with the blanket. — "Villain was right, this is really comfortable..." — Was the last Hero thought before drift into their sleep.

[pinstripepiksee]

The following passage is the first part of a book I'm working on.

Hello allow me to introduce myself, I'm queer, I used to be a super villain, and I'm new in town. But let's not get ahead of ourselves we'll start from the top...

I wake up on a muggy Wednesday morning in mid July in my "room" ( a concrete floored basement that did double duty as a grave yard for my mom's abandoned hobbies). My alarm clock read 8:47..."shit" I mutter to my self as I roll out of bed.

I was supposed to be up two hours ago guess I'd skip my morning run and breakfast today (I'd just double my distance tomorrow), I told myself as I throw on a pair of Levi's and a faded black tshirt and tried and failed to find a pair of matching socks settling for a navy ankle sock and a brown dress sock. "Whatever at least they're clean". Just as I began to leave my cell chimed flipping it open I saw a text from 'Banana' that read [[0mw t- 10 min]]. Savannah the queen of convenient timing would of course show up early the one time I was running late. I run up the stairs taking mental inventory trying to see if I forgot anything thing: wallet, watch, cell, keys...keys pat pat yep keys, water bottle... That'd be in the fridge. I shuffle into the kitchen past my younger sister, Lysa, sitting at the computer playing the Sims. She glanced up looked me up and down and with raised eyebrow said "your socks don't match" before going back to her game I didn't know how to respond to this (or rather I did I was just trying to be a nicer person at this point in my life), so I ignored it. "I'm going out with the 'girls' today I should be back a little after six, do you need anything before I go?" She paused for a beat of 'serious' consideration and than with all the imperiousness available to a thirteen year old she said "nah"... "Oh, Wils' Aunt Kasey sent you a package it's on the table" and than resumed her standard operating procedure of pretending I didn't exist. With a sigh I went to go examine the package it was indeed addressed to Wilson Pell of Carlyle, Washington from Kasey Addison in somewhere outside of Lyon France as far as I could tell from the postage. Just as I was about to open it Savannah sauntered in through the kitchen door. Savannah was in her usual uniform of paint stained caprese, a tank top she'd made out of a graphic tee ( this one a souvenir from Vancouver B.C.) and to top it off a thrift store flannel a couple sizes to big for her, and her signature Converse that she'd customized with sharpie. She was gangly sixteen year old with a main of curly dark hair, fair skin, green eyes, and she was very short. A full eight inches shorter than me in fact.

"Hey, Wilco! Morning Lysa!" She proclaimed brightly. Lysa waved unenthusiasticly from the computer.

"Hey Sav, sorry I'm not ready I overslept..." Savannah cut me off before I could even finish apologizing with cheerful yet dismissive wave.

"No worries! I'm early, you go finish getting ready and I'll entertain myself" she said while raising her eyebrows theatrically. I smiled thankfully well I ran off to the bathroom to make myself look presentable. I get into bathroom and try and fail to avoid making eye contact with myself in the mirror knowing I wouldn't like what I saw there. The familiar stranger in my reflection appeared to be a sixteen year old too skinny boy with shaggy brown hair, amber eyes and light olive complexion on the short end of average. I was also in need of a shave and judging by the bags under my eyes a lot more sleep. I settle for brushing my teeth, washing my face, and attempting to get my hair not to look like an ongoing dumpster fire. I finish up my ablutions by throwing on some Irish Spring. Before I leave I give my reflection one last glance before again recoiling in revulsion.

I walk back into kitchen holding my 'well used' Nikes sitting down to shove them on my feet. Savannah and Lysa were chatting about Lysa's dance class a school that she, Savannah, had also attended.

"... Mistress Sabine is just like that she'll warm up to you in a couple weeks. She just doesn't like getting attached until she knows your in it for the long hall, you know?"

"Yeah I guess she seems like a good instructor just you know like..."

"A bit of a bitch?"

"Yeah!" Lysa said while suppressing a bit of a laugh.

"Ope looks like sleeping beauty is ready! Talk to you later." Savannah said with another dramatic brow lift.

" Have fun, don't die."

And with that we departed.

[punkscowardschampions]

Jac & Amelia

Jac: Are you okay? My parents would've paid for a cab if they weren't sober enough to drive you back Amelia: My dad was [somewhere nearby cos JJ live in town] Jac: Oh, right Jac: you seized your opportunity then, alright Jac: Is still should've gone with to make sure Amelia: I didn't want her to, she was in too excitable a mood Jac: lol, can't really fault you that Jac: you got a headache, yeah? Amelia: I got the aura so I knew it was time to leave, last time I ignored that I was sick everywhere Jac: That's fair Jac: you do not want that unless you've had a really wild night Amelia: sorry I didn't say bye Jac: well that's okay, if you didn't have time Jac: we were just worried Amelia: is Is okay? I was probably a bit rude to her Jac: Don't worry, she seems fine Jac: you know her Amelia: yeah Amelia: alright cool Jac: make sure you stay hydrated, yeah Jac: and no more screentime Amelia: I'll 😴 it off if I can Jac: Sounds like a plan 🙂 Amelia: it sounds 😕 but I couldn't stay Jac: you can't help that you get migraines Jac: it must be so crap for you Amelia: we've all got crap to deal with Amelia: I wouldn't swap Sav for hers Jac: 😢 I know Jac: she deals so well, considering how fresh it all is Amelia: Where's her boyfriend at? It's not technically a night you can get away with chucking fireworks at your mates or cars Jac: Out on the lash with his mates Jac: or something Amelia: very supportive Jac: yeah, I know Jac: oh well, she had us Amelia: you, you mean Jac: are you not her friend too? Amelia: that's up for debate, but she'd win it over me Amelia: so it probably depends what she wants the answer to be Amelia: and who's asking Jac: She definitely views you as a friend Amelia: okay Jac: No, come on, you don't think she does? Amelia: I know she doesn't Jac: Why do you think that? Amelia: I know it because she's said a handful of words to me lately & all of them are in some way bitchy or patronising Jac: How many have you said to her? Jac: and how nice have you been to her? Amelia: I don't like her, I'm not going to act like I do Jac: Then the issue is a you thing, isn't it Jac: Savannah does like you, and it's not really on to say you know otherwise, simply because that's how you feel about her Amelia: no, it's a me and her clash Amelia: it isn't one-sided Jac: Okay, if you say so Jac: but I don't see her trying to start anything with you, and like I said, I've told you she's told me privately that she likes you Jac: she knows you aren't her biggest fan though Amelia: she would say that to you Jac: Now you're being ridiculous Amelia: no I'm not, she wants me to look like I'm the dickhead and it's clearly working Jac: well no, what she wants is friends who can support her through this tough time and not make her life any more shit Jac: I really do not think she has the time, never mind the desire, to play games to make you look like some kind of villain ??? Jac: we seriously do not need to be that dramatic about things Amelia: fine Jac: it clearly isn't but I'm not going to agree with you Jac: you're not feeling well right now, you're just lashing out Amelia: you sound as patronising as her now Jac: for giving you an excuse for your behaviour? Jac: it's being gracious Amelia: I don't need to be fucking excused Amelia: I haven't done anything wrong Jac: You're being rude to Savannah and now you're being rude to me Jac: you're attacking and saying you're being attacked Jac: just calm down and we can come back to this when you aren't in such a state Amelia: yeah because she's the only one whose dramatics you indulge Amelia: I haven't been rude to her, I've made an effort Amelia: it doesn't change my opinion Jac: You're accusing her of having some plot right now, also of not liking you, being bitchy and patronising...yeah, that's rude, Amelia Jac: and oddly enough, when she went off crying, it was not about you Jac: call it dramatics if you want, but I'd say her home life situation warrants more empathy and listening to than whatever this idea, about us being against you or something, that you've concocted does Amelia: I'm not on her radar when she isn't subtly slagging me off or wishing I'd fuck off, obviously it wasn't about me Amelia: the latter is way less subtle though Jac: You're right in that I'm not indulging this Jac: you're just wrong, that's it Jac: but if you won't listen to reason, and me, then there's nothing else I can do to change your mind Amelia: you wanting me to be wrong doesn't make me wrong Jac: you having no proof for her dislking you, bar the fact you dislike her, doesn't make it true Jac: if you want to walk around thinking people have a problem with you when they don't, that's your call Jac: it's sad but it's clearly an internal issue Amelia: there's proof in every group chat if you want to go back & read it Jac: the fact you're in a group chat together, to plan to do stuff, to talk, kinda negates that Amelia: no it doesn't Jac: totally, when you hate someone and want them to fuck off, you choose to spend time talking to them when you don't have to Amelia: she doesn't spend any time talking to me Jac: well it isn't a private chat Jac: do you expect her to ignore me and Is? Jac: if you wanna have a 1x1 she'd be more than happy, like Amelia: Oh, she ignores Is plenty Amelia: but that's not my fight to have Jac: 🙄 I can assure you, we understand how DMs work Jac: if we wanted to talk just us, we would, and do Jac: and Is seems fine to me, like I said Amelia: great Jac: 🤷 okay then Amelia: 👋 Jac: I hope you feel better when you wake up Amelia: thanks Jac: Night Amelia: goodnight Jac: [hope you do go to sleep so you don't see those gay ass stories] Amelia: [you know she will because she's not actually sick soz gal] Jac: [i mean, you do have 24 hours so bit of a long shot when you're this in love lol] Amelia: [everyone gonna be seeing it including Ty who has been lowkey ignored all night as well] Amelia: [we should say she writes something but then deletes it so Jac only knows she deleted it for the sheer gay drama of it] Jac: [none of y'all got invites to this sleepover, but yes 1000%] Jac: ? Amelia: 🤨 Jac: butt-dial? Amelia: why would I be sitting on my phone? Amelia: I'm not thrashing about with a 🤒 Jac: I don't know why you'd delete a message either Jac: unless you sent me something really 💦 meant for someone else, in which case I wanna know anyway Amelia: I can nurse myself Amelia: though there are loads of lads who would put me to sleep Jac: 🙀 Amelia! Amelia: no Amelia: 🥱 NOT whatever you're thinking Jac: Sure 😉😂 Amelia: 😣 Jac: So grouchy Jac: I'd know if you were texting someone Amelia: would you? Jac: of course Jac: what secret have you ever kept from me? Amelia: I didn't need to before Jac: you don't need to now Jac: you aren't going to shock me with your thirst Amelia: I'm staying hydrated like you instructed Amelia: there's nothing to tell, which is why I pressed delete Jac: What did you say? Amelia: if I repeat it there was literally no point in deleting it Amelia: so no, nothing Jac: Well why did you? Amelia: because it's 😳 Jac: how 😳 can it be Jac: we've known each other at our most cringe Amelia: that was us both being awkward not just me making a massive tit of myself Jac: rude Jac: you're meant to disagree Amelia: alright, I'll lie Jac: you're already being very sneaky, you may as well Amelia: okay Jac: no, tell me, dickhead! Amelia: rude Jac: you're rude Jac: you know you can't just take back a message Amelia: I have & I win Jac: you can't do it without leaving evidence Jac: and I'm not just going to drop it Amelia: 🙄 Jac: why are you saying shit to my virtual face then Amelia: how else am I supposed to speak to you? Jac: I'm not going to apparate into your room 'cos you fancy having a go Jac: don't be a baby, what did you say Amelia: maybe I was saying sorry but you're so undeserving I took it back Amelia: that'd be fitting Jac: oh right, your whole conspiracy theory Jac: you forgot for a hot sec you believed in that, yeah, sure Amelia: it's typical of you to only give a shit about what I'm trying to say when I'm not saying it anymore Jac: you left without saying anything earlier Jac: then you wouldn't speak to me 'cos you were in a huff but yeah, pop off Amelia: I didn't have time to search your 🏠 for you earlier Jac: and I said it was okay but don't act like I was ignoring you Amelia: you were Amelia: but I get it, Savannah's in greater need Jac: oh my God, do you actually get it though Jac: like could you Jac: because this is really gross Amelia: of course I do, her parents are mental and it's horrible Jac: I mean, nicely put Jac: so you don't need to be snippy with me about needing to spend like 10 minutes alone so she can talk about it without my whole family standing around Amelia: I was the one who told you, ages ago, so you already know what I mean Amelia: and I'm not, I'm explaining why I left without saying anything before you hold it against me any harder Jac: you aren't just explaining though, because that was never the question Jac: you said I was ignoring YOU Jac: I said it was fine you left, you had a migraine Amelia: because it's not just about 10 minutes alone so she can cry on your shoulder and you fucking know it's not Jac: you don't like her Amelia: she takes over everything, including my birthday Jac: She was just trying to make sure you had a nice time Amelia: then why didn't I? Amelia: if she really cares so much about what I want, why wasn't it perfect? Jac: She's not a miracle worker Jac: I'm just saying she tried, can you fault someone for having good intentions? Amelia: she cares about you two having a good time, she doesn't try with me Amelia: because guess what, chucking money at something doesn't actually count Amelia: you used to know that Jac: you can't say how much she does or doesn't try Jac: maybe she's really trying, and I happen to think she is, and I've got it on better authority than you Jac: as you said, it's not as if she's had close friends before really Jac: you could give her a break instead of being ungrateful about it Amelia: you could give me a break Jac: no, you're being mean Jac: and blaming her for problems you're having Jac: like how dare she treat you? Amelia: the problem is that you used to care how I feel about things and apparently now you don't Jac: I can care without indulging pointless bitchery Jac: if you told me what was actually wrong with you, I'd listen, I'd do whatever I could to help, you know that Amelia: no, you're not listening Jac: You aren't saying anything Jac: you keep slagging Savannah off, and I counter that and then you stop Jac: what is actually going on Amelia: I've been saying the same thing this entire time, for fuck's sake Jac: When you wanna say what's actually going on with you, and think about that in a way that doesn't involve Savannah Jac: then I'm here waiting Amelia: I don't want to spend time with her, I want to spend it with you Amelia: Why can't we literally EVER? Why does she have to be involved in literally everything? Jac: We do spend time without her Jac: but we can't exclude her when she wants to be involved, she's our friend Amelia: she's not my friend Amelia: I'm trying, I am Jac: okay, she's my friend though Jac: we can spend time together, alright Amelia: okay Jac: pick a day, pick something to do, let me know Amelia: sure, put me on the spot Jac: 🙄 god, not RIGHT now Jac: but give me something more committal than that 'okay' or it won't happen Amelia: okay!! Amelia: are you happy now? Amelia: I just said how much I miss you Jac: like I'm that desperate for attention, again, rude Amelia: clearly not if I have to be the one begging you for yours Jac: oh hush Jac: I invited you to something like, literally 5 seconds ago Jac: you were the one that ruined it with your 🤕 Amelia: I didn't mean to ruin anything Jac: I'm joking Jac: I'll survive Amelia: I'm serious Amelia: and sorry, obviously Jac: it's fine, actually fine Jac: you shouldn't worry about it Amelia: if you want me to try harder, I'll try harder, alright Jac: I'd appreciate it Jac: I think she would too, and you Jac: getting along would just be easier Jac: you don't have to be like, her own personally cheerleader Amelia: I can't work miracles either Jac: you said you'd try Jac: I don't know why it's so hard for you but I can't really ask more than that Amelia: you really don't get it? Jac: No, I really don't Amelia: okay Jac: I'll leave you to it Amelia: bye again Jac: You have planning to do Amelia: you love a competition Amelia: what happens if I lose? Jac: What competition? Jac: I'm not planning anything Amelia: so it's a test instead Amelia: it's the same question Jac: we can still hang out, as you asked Jac: I'll just be bored if you pick something boring, I suppose Amelia: when have I EVER picked anything boring? Jac: 🤷 Jac: we'll see Amelia: don't 🤷 at me Amelia: you've never been bored Jac: you're so touchy 😂 Jac: I can't do anything Friday, by the way, so don't pick Friday Amelia: do you want to assign me a day? Jac: Probably Sunday Jac: I'm working after school every other day Jac: Saturday is up in the air right now Amelia: alright Jac: free time is just not a thing I have Amelia: I know, I'm not touchy about that bit Jac: I'm not going to sit here and tell you you're not boring, Amelia Jac: what kind of midlife crisis Amelia: Shut up, I don't need that from you Amelia: I'm well aware Jac: 👉😠 Amelia: you don't need to teach me sign language either Jac: you're gonna side with the 12 year old asshole on that, are you Jac: yeah that's about right mentality wise 🙄 Amelia: according to you there aren't any sides, we're all friends and everything is 🌹y Amelia: so no Jac: Jude isn't our friend, she's my sister and she's a little bitch sometimes Amelia: yeah, again, I know Amelia: Savannah's the one who needs family introductions Jac: She knows who everyone is Jac: you're being so whiny, it's just annoying now Amelia: leave me to it then, that's what you said you were going to do Jac: Yeah, and I definitely will now Jac: christ, is it any wonder I'm not electing to spend time with just you Jac: think about it Amelia: It's already all I think about Amelia: I don't want to fight with you Jac: it's not hard, Amelia Jac: as I said, Savannah doesn't devote her time to bitching about you, or anyone else Jac: nor does she walk around with a massive strop on all the time Amelia: I'm sorry Amelia: what do you want me to say? Jac: Just stop acting like this Amelia: I'm not acting like anything, that's the problem Amelia: it's how I feel Jac: You're gonna have to sort it out Jac: it's not healthy for you Jac: or good for us or anyone else Amelia: I said I'll try Jac: you've got to Jac: it's for your own best interest Amelia: yeah Jac: yeah Amelia: 👋

[ogbellarke]

(i took this from @ vesselofink on ig)

this was supposed to be a 'work on your wip and answer a question a day' type thing, but we'll instead use these questions to distract us from our wips!

1. what is your current word count? around 34k

2. what’s the basic summary of your wip? a girl discovers she’s an enhanced human after her father is murdered so she joins a secret group that is after those who killed her father and who plan kill more like her.

3. what is your title? calling the cavalry :)

4. who’s your favourite character? how are they introduced? my favs are the core five lol they’re all written to be likeable. and they’re all introduced in the first three chapters.

5. your favourite ship in your wip? the romantic subplot and the secret couple, don’t wanna spoil lol

6. what’s the biggest mistake your mc has ever made? i’m actually not sure yet, i’m not too deep in backstories yet but she’s an icon in the present

7. what/who inspired you to write? my very first work was inspired by a dream that wouldn’t leave me alone. but for this work, it was actually that taylor lautner movie where he finds out his parents aren’t his real parents and he has to go on the run with lily collins from a bad organization lol

8. most underrated character? her name is noa cantillo and if i ever publish, she’ll be considered the most underrated, i’m sure of it.

9. favourite lines? with or without context. “we still have too much life to live.” “even drunk you talk like a scientist.” “don’t think this means anything.” “i like jello.” “don’t tell me i’m going soft again just because i’m proud of you.”

10. create a moodboard/aesthetic for your mc. first one for my main, savannah and second one for the wip itself

11. what is your mc’s fondest moment? when she graduated and walked across the stage as her dad whistled and clapped louder than anyone with the biggest smile on his face.

12. songs that remind you of your wip and/or favourite characters? young god by halsey, somewhere only we know by keane, nothing’s gonna hurt you baby by cigarettes after sex

13. do you enjoy torturing your characters? lol no omg but sometimes it’s necessary.

14. what is your mc most afraid of? oblivion, disappointing her dad, failure to bring an end to the bad guys

15. secret talents of your characters? with the enhanced beings that most of them are, they have a faster metabolism, super speed and strength, skin pliability, and quicker regeneration. but idk about like legit secret talents yet

16. if your book had the opportunity to be turned into a media, would you take it? who would be casted as who? oh fuck yes omg that’s what’s keeping me going--the possibilty of a movie. and laurel thoma, xavier serrano, marina laswick, tessa thompson, and michael b jordan are my core 5 face claims so

17. what are some basic moral and general beliefs your mc has? she’s an atheist, first of all. she believes in second chances. she has a real good moral compass and always fights for what’s right and for those who cannot protect themselves

18. how did your characterws find out the tooth fairy doesn’t exist? savannah found out at 14 when her dad decided she was old enough. kit was a foster kid so he never got that experience. same with tate. heidi woke up to her mom putting a loonie under her pillow at 9 and was traumatized. and grey decided at 5 that he was too old for that ‘baby stuff’.

19. which character of yours has the best name? oooo, i love my main girl savannah natalia moreno (fun fact her first name was orginally natalia but 20k words in i decided i liked savannah better.) but arlington samuel reed and beckett alfred greystone are also winners lol

20. who is your least favourite oc? the villain lol gotta read to know who that is

21. teaser! post a snippet of your wip. here’s a three paragraph entry to learn how no-bullshit my main sav is :)

Grey turned to her, standing up straight with his arms crossed. If Sav were honest with herself, she’d admit the guy kind of scared her. “Excuse me,” he began with a low voice, “I'd like to advise you to watch your tone.” 

She understood how vital Grey was here, but he was no authority figure of hers, and ever since she was little, her father taught her not to let people walk all over her. She was emotional, and she spoke her mind when she got upset. 

“Excuse me, but I saw my father killed in front of my own eyes, I was chased from my home in freaking sweatpants, shot at, picked up by strangers, shot at some more, and now I'm told I’m being targeted by some secret organization that's been out to kill me since birth! I think I'm entitled to a bit of leeway right now, don't you?”

22. what are some representations your wip has? (gender, lgbt, poc, disabilities, etc) of the 12 main characters, 6 of them are women, 9 of them are lgbtq+, 8 of them are poc, and as for disabilities--there’s a character with half-deafness, one with a prosthetic arm, and another with a prosthetic leg. also the main character has ptsd.

23. is your wip a stadnalone or part of a series? honestly, it could be a series if i got my shit together. i’ve written two endings already, one of which closes it completely, the other opens it to a sequel so we’ll see

24. which character goes through the biggest change throughout the story? def the main girl. she starts out as a regular college student and ends so strong and powerful.

25. who knows about your wip or interest in writing? do they help/support you? only my fam and a few friends know about my writing at all, but as for this book, my girl @harpermiller who i love very much lets me rant and send snippets and ask questions all the time

26. annoying habits your characters have? heidi is a know it all, kit is almost annoyingly loving, tate is real closed off and even those closest to her don’t know much about her, grey doesn’t let his emotions show which makes it hard for people to help him.

27. what’s the last three lines you wrote for your wip? with or without context. no context!

Sav supposed this was their now or never moment. She knew she loved Kit Torres--she just didn't know in what way. Sometimes it felt completely platonic, other times Kit would give her a look that grew butterflies in her stomach.

28. are any characters based off people you know in real life through looks, personality, or habits? i suppose tate is kind of like a side of me no one knows. and kit gives me grant ward vibes sometimes. but other than that, no.

29. what’s a ship that could never happen in your wip? who and why? almost anyone with grey because he’s their leader and mentor. 

30. what’s your goal word count? like 60-100k honestly i just wanna finish it lol

tag 5 peeps to keep it going. pick a wip and get crackin: @nillle @harpermiller @trashy-greyjoy @biondebeauties @holy-captain