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chazukekani · 4 years ago

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Stormbringer Summary 5

Code 04: Grantors of disgrace, you need not wake me again

Recap: N and Verlaine escaped from the laboratory.

The chapter begins with an excerpt of Rimbaud's diary. He wrote that there was once an anti-government movement 'May Revolution', and the leaders were called 'The Fauns'. They created a secret weapon which was named 'No.12 of Darkness' that can control gravity freely. Once Rimbaud acquired this weapon, he was ordered to educate him and trained this weapon to become a spy, and its name was Paul Verlaine.

- Unbelievable. The Secret of the Gentle Forest was decoded. Here it lies the most fierce beast, and Verlaine...

Rimbaud wrote in his diary.

Verlaine and N were at the top of a tower crane. Verlaine had N here because he wanted to know why N knew the Secret. However, N claimed that the last 6 pages of the Secret was erased by Rimbaud himself so he couldn't tell much. Verlaine couldn't believe that's actually Rimbaud who altered the information.

He was strong, Verlaine referred to Rimbaud. He is the only one who was capable of battling with Verlaine in his organisation, and they were partners. Not only this, Rimbaud also called Verlaine his friend, but Verlaine just felt like he couldn't like Rimbaud.

Verlaine left N on the tower crane alone and left.

It was a night with a clear sky, a train was moving on the railway and Mori was sleeping inside. At once, a human showed up on the railway, and stopped the train. The train was derailed as a result of mass shock. Verlaine went inside the train and searched for something, and he believed no one inside the train was able to survive after the shock.

Verlaine found the body of Mori, and he approached to confirm the breath. But that wasn't Mori. It was a man who wore the outfit of his, but was not Mori himself. Turns out it was Mori's double, Hirotsu. A tiny person also appeared afterwards, and that's Dazai.

Suddenly, there was light in the dark, and that was flame. By the mountain near the railway, there were 50 and more sniper bullets aimed and shotted Verlaine, and the target was in utter pain.

'Don't think these little rocks could kill me...' Verlaine was trying to use the woods beside him to attack the snipers who were hiding in the mountain, but he stopped

'Hoho- You really look like my subordinate when I take a closer look' said an elegant lady, Kouyou. She summoned Golden Demon and launched offense towards Verlaine.

'You can't beat me alone,' Verlaine said.

'Who said I am alone?' Verlaine then felt his whole body sinking down to the ground, and turned into multiple snakes that were about to swallow him. That was the Lieutenant's ability (reference to Dead Apple manga, former Port Mafia executive), that could manipulate the state of objects.

'Ability organisations are stronger than ability users,' Dazai observed and smiled. Various ability users from the Port Mafia were launching all kinds of attacks towards him, such as the ability of slowing the time and freezing. In fact, Dazai sent 420 Mafia members which included 28 ability users to the scene to defeat Verlaine.

'I will mourn you,' Dazai said to Verlaine, and took out Rimbaud's diary from his pocket.

The next moment, a black wave inflated and spreaded to the whole field.

'-- You hatreds, your dumb torpors, your weaknessses,

And your brutalisation suffered long ago,

You give back, O Night, like an excess,

Un-malevolent, of blood, each month or so, (extract from The Sisters of Charity, by Arthur Rimbaud)' Verlaine said the spell.

The wind calmed, the buzz on the ground vanished as if escaping from something. The invisible waves were flooded in the atmosphere.

'The door was opened,' Dazai observed. A black object appeared far far away in the forest. Right after, where Verlaine were, ejected a form of dark energy. The car that was hit by this energy was completely deformed with half of it vanished and the remains were just like a wrapped paper.

On the mountain, there was a monster who controlled a dark sphere. When people touched the sphere, they died.

No.3 Forces, annihilated; No.5 forces, all dead, No.8 forces, no response, as reported from Dazai's walkie talkie. The mountained was eliminated, and the ground was distorted. All the mafia members were screaming and suffering.

'It's all in the plan, we will win if the next attack succeeds,' said Dazai.

Up in the sky of Yokohama, Chuuya and Adam were inside a helicopter and they jumped off from it due to the attack from the monster. Adam was able to fly in the sky because his body allowed him to transform himself into a flying machine.

Similar to Chuuya, Verlaine was also intolerant to poison despite having ample physical strength, so actually it was their plan to approach Verlaine closely, so that they can inject poison into Verlaine's body. It was notable that Adam mixed this poison pill.

It was very difficult to get closer to Verlaine because he had activated his corruption, which he lost his consciousness and attacked the surroundings without rationality.

Nonetheless, Chuuya did put a toxic pill into Verlaine's mouth, which he has his conscious back. Yet Verlaine splitted out the pills right after.

'You always surprise me, Chuuya,' Verlaine spoke. He told Chuuya that once he said the spell, he would have his human personality unlocked and become a mad beast that generated ability singularity. However, that is Rimbaud who thought about adding a spell on Verlaine, which enabled him to get back to a rational form after using his corruption.

'He always thinks about what he could do for me,' said Verlaine.

'But you betrayed him,' Chuuya replied

'Because I wanted to save you,' Verlaine answered.

Suddenly, a finger touched Verlaine's face.

'What an unexpected offense. I bet no one could foresee this. What a joke,' said Chuuya

Verlaine turned back, and realised that was Adam's finger.

'Do you wanna hear an android joke?' Adam's finger was installed with a tiny syringe, and this enabled poison to be injected into Verlaine's body.

'Seems like a child's trick can defeat the king of assassins. Thanks for listening to my android joke.'

It returns to another section of Rimbaud's diary. Rimbaud was thinking about what presents he should give to Verlaine on his birthday. He came up to a conclusion: a black hat. That was not an ordinary hat. The materials used inside the hat consists of 10% platinum, 10% titanium and the rest were made with rainbow-coloured ability metal which was installed with the ability of the Fauns inside. By wearing this hat, it enabled Verlaine to act on his own will and less interfered by external instructions and interruption. In other words, Verlaine was a step closer to a man with free will by having this hat.

Rimbaud gave the hat to Verlaine on his birthday, and he did not look surprised or happy either way.

'Just take it,' Rimbaud told Verlaine, and there was no response. They drank some wine that night and said goodnight to each other.

The battle was so called ended, but the field was left with gravity waves and the forest was completely destroyed. Verlained passed out, but still alive. Dazai told Adam and Chuuya that N was rescued from the tower crane, but disappeared during transportation.

'I can't die here...' said N. The car that he was taking bumped into a utility pole because he injected some form of medicine to the driver. He took out an old style flare gun and shooted.

'Is this some mistake made by the offense team?' Chuuya noticed the shot far away.

'Shit...' Dazai's eyes were in despair.

The shot that shooted from N's flare gun was exploded with colourful metal pieces floating in the air like snow, and even accompanied with some music. Verlaine suddenly yelled painfully. His eyes were filled with blood and the blood stream was clear on his face and grabbed his chest hardly.

'That was not the effect of my pill!' Adam shouted, 'The gravitational field was unusual here!'

The space was deformed, and Verlaine was flooded inside his own gravity wave.

'The world ends here...' Verlained whispered just like an old man who's dying 'Run, Chuuya.' Verlaine smiled sorrowfully.

The sky was divided, the thunder was coming and the atmosphere was expanding. N saw the ability form of Verlaine. It was a black beast, the opposite of god, and original demon -- Guivre the Beast. The monster annihilated all the aircrafts incoming and was about to proceed to the city center.

'See that Verlaine! That's your end!' N laughed, almost screamed. 'An unique being like you will die because of such a boring creature like me! HAHAHAHA DIE VERLAINE!'

Here comes a flashback during the night of Rimbaud and Verlaine's mission of stealing Arahabaki.

'Don't give this kid to the French,' Verlaine was holding the young Chuuya on his arm.

'What?' Rimbaud was confused.

'Don't hand him over to anyone, and don't let him go back to the lab. Grow this kid in a farm and just never let him know about his truth.'

'What are you talking about?' Rimbaud asked once again.

'Think about it Rimbaud,' Verlaine's voice was tense and hostile at the same time, 'If someone tells you you're not a human, how impactful it will be. You are not born with god's blessing but just a programme, how hurtful it is. You cannot see the moon and live in darkness forever without any hope, and no one will come save you. Even such a feeling of despair is designed by someone else!'

'We have this conversation countless times, Paul,' Rimbaud stepped forward, 'You are a human, everyone sees that. Instead of thinking how you were made, isn't it better to think what you should be as a being?'

'Paul...' 'Don't get close.'

'I am sorry. Anyways, should we go back and have a chat?' Rimbaud stepped forward again.

'No, it's too late.'

A huge fight between the spies broke out.

Adam had an idea to stop the destruction of Guivre. Almost at the end of the Great War, Britain had developed something that was currently the energy source of Adam's machines. However, the initial usage of Adam's energy source was a mass destruction weapon. Adam smiled and continued. If they used Adam's weapon inside him, they could burn and melt the Guivre.

So they put this in practise. Adam asked Chuuya to tie Adam's own arm to an electric cable. However, Adam pushed Chuuya away when he was about to trigger the weapon. He explained to Chuuya that the weapon inside him was called the Shell (55 minutes reference). It can burn down the surroundings of 22 yard radius, and the internal temperature could reach 6000 degree celsius, and that is almost the temperature of the sun surface. This was sufficient to destroy the Guivre.

'Don't do this!' Chuuya cried

'Don't you have your dream! To build an investigation organisation purely ran by machines right!'

Adam silenced for two seconds.

'My dream is to protect humans,' Adam replied, 'and my dream comes true now.'

'Wait!'

A gigantic fireball. It burned the woods, and boiled the land, and altogether evaporated. The Guivre moaned miserably and decomposed in the air. Adam sacrificed himself and the monster was destroyed.

However, the tail of the beast in front of Chuuya and Dazai was forming into something. That piece of tail suddenly grew a face out of it, something like a reptile. It then turned into a huge form of creature. Its head was pretty much the head of the former Guivre, but the number of eyes were different, and it had red eyes.

'Don't look at it, Chuuya,' Dazai warned, 'He was sensitive to emotion, so don't let him see you.'

'I know how to defeat this ability singularity,' said Chuuya, 'I recalled from my memory.'

'Let's brief me that,' Dazai smiled.

They figured out how to open Chuuya's door. In order to activate Chuuya's corruption, he needs to say the spell 'Grantors of disgrace, you need not wake me again'. Together with the hat gifted by Rimbaud, Chuuya could control the door with his own consciousness. However, there's a problem. Once Chuuya said the spell, the log inside his programme will altogether be erased, which means Chuuya could no longer find out whether he was human or not via the programme.

Chuuya was flying in the sky. He grabbed his hat tightly and recalled his friend's word

-- I am satisfied that I can protect you.

And he said 'Grantors of disgrace, you need not wake me again.'

The battle between the gigantic beast and a tiny Arakami (God of Arahabaki) began. Dazai was directing the forces to launch offense towards the beast. Meanwhile Chuuya's physical body could no longer tolerate the power inside his body. He was bleeding severely. Finally, Chuuya created an enormous fireball that was as if the second sun in the night. Finally, the beast disappeared and Dazai nullified corruption.

Code:04 End

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spacecasewriter13 · 2 years ago

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When the Lights Go on Again by @spacecasewriter13

Story summary: It is May of 1946, over a year after his fall from the Hydra train and losing his left arm, and James "Bucky" Barnes is struggling to adjust. Working as an analyst at the New York City SSR branch, Bucky tries to put the war and all of its sorted memories behind him. However, try as he might he is plagued by thoughts of Magdalene "Maggie" Ramirez, a Women's Army Corps (WAC) Corporal he met in London and hasn't spoken to since before his fall in January of 1945. Little does he know that Maggie, in her struggle to put the war behind her, has moved to the city and looking for a job with the New York Bell Telephone Company as a switchboard operator. Now, by sheer dumb luck, they are reunited as they both fight come to terms with what they were to one another during the war, and work to figure out how to move forward in a world that was unprepared to deal with the consequences of war in the unsteady peace.

Chapter 12: On Account of The Moon

Chapter summary: Maggie seeks out distraction from a friend, while trying to unravel the meaning of Bucky’s unconventional parting gift.

Excerpt:

The early morning light was streaming into the hotel room in thick golden bands between cracks in the black-out curtains, and she was laying on her stomach, wrapped in a sheet, listening as James read the morning newspaper out loud. One of his hands held a corner of the paper. The other traced patterns lazily on the skin between her shoulder blades, up and down her spine, with his fingertips.

His voice was low and soft, and she could hear the slight changes in his inflection and tone as he bobbed his head to check if she was still listening or, more likely, confirm that she’d nodded off, lulled to sleep by the sound of his voice.

“You still with me, doll?” He murmured.

“I am.” She nodded without opening her eyes.

“I can stop if you’d like. It’s all bad news anyway.” James continued with a sigh.

“Would it be too terribly corny if I said I was enjoying listening to the sound of your voice?” She rolled over onto her back so she could look up at him.

“No one’s ever told me that before.” He admitted slowly.

“It’s very soothing.”

“Th-thank you,” He managed to get out before pulling the newspaper up again, barely hiding the faint hint of a blush on his cheeks and chest.

This dissipated quickly as he turned the page with an aggravated sigh, “I wish there was something worth reading in this rag sheet.” He shook his head as he let his hands crush the newspaper under their weight as he dropped them into his lap.

“What would you prefer? We can always resume Dumas, though French at this hour seems a bit daunting.”

James scoffed, running his hands through his hair. “Something nice. Far away. With a happy ending.” He said, “And not in french.” He added quickly. “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize. The french was wearing on my nerves too.” She paused, reaching out her hand to stroke his arm before taking his hand in hers. “As to everything else, that seems a tall order, but I’ll have to see if I can find anything like that next time I’m at the commissary or if I manage to catch the newsstand at the right time.” Maggie squeezed his hand gently.

“I’d suggest the Stars and Stripes. If you’re looking for fiction,” James said deadpan.

This drew a giggle and a snort from Maggie before she took his hand and brought it to her lips, kissing the top and the knuckles gently. “I’ll keep that in mind,” She said as she drew his hand away and returned his arm to a likely more comfortable position. “Where would you want this far away nice story with a happy ending to take place?”

“Oh. I don’t know.” He shrugged, pushing the newspaper onto the floor, which immediately scattered with the sliding hiss, and sunk further into the bed until he was lying flat beside her, their faces mere inches from one another. “Wherever it is, I hope you’re there too.”

“Mhhh, hmmm, now who’s being corny?” She hummed, barely containing a smile as she rolled over onto her side.

“Never said I wasn’t,” he answered with a low chuckle, also rolling over onto his side.

“Well, I’ll have my work cut out for me.” She said, breaching the space between them kissed him softly, only a moment before she withdrew to examine his expression.

He was watching her too with an easy expression, his messy hair sticking this way and that way, giving him an amusing but boyish look about him. After a moment, he took his hand and stroked her face, pushing away hair that had started to fall into her eyes. “A happy ending is a must in whatever story you find for us.”

“I’m not sure they’re selling those down at the shop anymore. You know how these Brits are with their rationing. But I’ll see what I can do.” Maggie smiled

“Good.” He put his hand on the back of her head, near the base of her neck, and gathered her to him to kiss her forehead.

“Mhhh Hmmm,” She hummed, tucking her head under his chin as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

Bodies pressed together; they slipped in and out of the light slumber that only a Sunday morning could possibly allow.

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#Bucky Barnes #MCU #Winter Soldier #Captain America #Fic #Daniel Sousa #Sam Wilson #Sarah Wilson #Gabe Jones #New Chapter up!

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purekesseltrash · 3 years ago

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Chapter 12 of Bury Them Deep, the final chapter, is out!

Fave Excerpt:

Mezou jammed his hands inside of his coat pockets, unsure of what to say or even do besides grin like an idiot. Tokoyami came to a stop finally and stared at Mezou, mouth open as if he was about to speak. He gaped for a moment more before a distinctly annoyed look came across his features. “Fuck,” he hissed, “I had a whole speech that I was thinking up on the way here and suddenly I have found my mind to be a blank slate.”

Mezou laughed, unable to help himself, “I don’t need speeches.”

Tokoyami stepped forward to grab at Mezou’s coat, his grip firm and his face honest, “You deserve them. I fear I am an incurable romantic and this is simply how I function. But my words have fled like cowards and the only part of the speech that I can remember is this, but it is the important part. Let me take you on a date. A real one.”

“I’d like that,” Mezou said softly.

Fun Facts:

- Hand to god, I had not decided on names for all of Shouji’s siblings until I had to write them. Thank you, Japanese Name Generator. Though Makoto is another Sailor Moon reference. I also had not know that Shouji’s mom was where he got his artistic eye from, though I am glad for it.

- My favorite Hip song is ‘Lake Fever’ or ‘Scared’. I thought that the lyric in Lake Fever was ‘You whispered Courage’ for the longest time, legitimately until I checked the lyrics to write the pivotal fucking scene only to find out that no, it was ‘hurry’. It all worked out, thank GOD.

- IDK if anyone noticed, but I ship them as Tokoshouji, as opposed to Shoutoko. I like the idea of Tokoyami being one taking the initiative better and it seems to fit his character anyway. I don’t see this dynamic often and it drives me nuts because I could write an ESSAY on why it works so well. Idk.

- Not even gonna lie, the last Mic segment made me cry. It was like my final good bye to everyone reading, it’s personal. And it’s basically me peeking out there, as opposed to just Mic. For all of hockey’s shitty aspects, it’s the best game in the world. I love it and I want it to be good and I will do what I can to make it be good.

More stuff under the read more about my future plans with this universe:

- So I have written a chapter and a half of an Erasermic prequel, basically telling the story of what happened when Shouta retired and ended up drugged to the gills and numb to the world at Hizashi’s doorstep, despite the two of them not having seen each other in legitimately over 10 years.

- I also have a side story of Kirishima and Bakugou, both with an idea of how they got together as well as what happens to them when they get to the NHL. (Spoilers: Kirishima does not have a good time as the first out and gay NHLer. He basically gets buried in the minors despite being legitimately good. Eventually he finally quits hockey way too young. Bakugou meanwhile is a generational talent and is legit too good to bury in the minors. When Kirishima retires, Bakugou flies to Tokoyami and Shouji’s house, where Kirishima is licking his wounds, and is like ‘Marry me.’ Kirishima tells him that he’s only going to say yes if Bakugou proposes with a Cup ring and Bakugou is like ‘Bet’.

- I also have one in mind on Ojiro and Shinsou. They had an amicable breakup when they graduated, both understanding that the life of a hockey wife wasn’t gonna work for Ojiro. Ojiro went on to meet a super cool alt girl through the info sec community and they got married and had a daughter. They end up splitting up amicably when their daughter is around 7 and split custody without much of an issue. Ojiro works remotely and lives in what is basically a lake cabin up in northern Minnesota. He and Shinsou have kept in touch and when Shinsou finally retires, he comes to visit Ojiro. The fic would go over them meeting up again.

- And then, of course, there’s Shouji and Tokoyami.

They get their shitty apartment in Atlanta. Kenta helps them with the deposit and also goes with Shouji as he tries to find one. Shouji ends up getting taken on by Orca, a buddy of Loder’s who generally doesn’t take Midwestern farm boys on as apprentices but he makes an exception, despite the fact that his work very afro centric. Shouji is a nice guy though and a damned hard worker and has a good eye so Orca keeps him on for a long while. Shouji still ends up picking up a bunch of odd jobs here and there, mostly grunt work like putting up drywall, but it gets him and Tokoyami through the absolute agony that is legal school.

Tokoyami goes into intellectual property law. He knows how much work goes in to art and creative stuff and he wants to protect people like Shouji. He ends up making a pretty nice living and they’re able to pay off the credit card debt that they accumulated during Tokoyami going through law school. Shouji actually starts doing pretty well for himself too, mostly with his pottery but still with some sculpture. Eventually Tokoyami proposes that they move to Raleigh, both because it makes sense for both of them and their jobs and well... because they have a hockey team.

Shouji never gave up hockey. He had some years right after college where he did struggle to even look at his gear. He had told his parents that he was gay and not going to the NHL over the phone as they were planning to come to his graduation, because he just couldn’t take them wasting money when he knew that they would never want to talk to him again. Unfortunately, he was right. Kenta still came to his graduation though and had two bullhorns that he slammed the entire time that Shouji was accepting his diploma. He even brought Shouji his own pride flag and insisted on taking a picture with him holding it. He posted the picture on his facebook with a very bold pronouncement that he was very proud of the first Shouji to get a college degree and how anyone that had a problem with his little brother could take it up with Kenta. Still, Shouji went through some real mourning with the loss of his family and he took a small break.

But then he came back to it, once they started to get a little extra spending money. He found a beer league group in Atlanta and started to really get back into the game, researching ways to improve in his downtime. It got a little weird sometimes at the beer league games because sometimes Shouji would forget that he’d decided to wear eyeshadow or would forget that he had on entirely wrong undergarments but everyone accepts that goalies are weird so it was accepted. Eventually he ends up having people ask him to coach for their kids, which he is loathe to do until Tokoyami points out that it’s better than Shouji do it, as someone who knows how damaging expectations and pressure can be, than anyone else. So that becomes a little part time job of his.

Everything isn’t perfect for Shouji and Tokoyami. Nothing is perfect. Tokoyami is a borderline hoarder and Shouji can’t stand mess and that causes them to fight enough that they wisely seek counselling. But they’re happy. Tokoyami eases up on the goth stuff and accepts his accent a bit more, though he still dresses in dark colors, especially for court. Shouji actually gets to play around a little with the whole genderqueer thing and makes up for the time that he spent avoiding anything that would make him seem too gay. And they still work really well together, becoming the pair that everyone from college kind of groans at, because they’re so ridiculously in love, but also envies.

They get season tickets to the Carolina Hurricaines. You’ll see them with Tokoyami in a Devils jersey and Shouji with one of many from his massive collection. Tokoyami will make comments here and there during the game, showing that he does actually listen when Shouji talks about goalie stuff and they only ever miss a game for gallery openings or work events. Otherwise, they are there in their seats, holding hands and watching the game.

Feel free to ask me any questions! I’m more than happy to talk about this, if you couldn’t tell. (Also, I do have some half written smut so uh.... yeah.)

#btd #tokoshouji #shoutoko #shotoko #tokoshoji

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even-love-unreturned · 4 years ago

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Meanings behind Chain of Iron chapter titles (part I, Ch1-15)

1. The Bright Web

From Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s sonnet “Body’s Beauty” (1866), alternatively titled “Lilith”, written to accompany his painting Lady Lilith.

Of Adam's first wife, Lilith, it is told (The witch he loved before the gift of Eve,) That, ere the snake's, her sweet tongue could deceive, And her enchanted hair was the first gold. And still she sits, young while the earth is old, And, subtly of herself contemplative, Draws men to watch the bright web she can weave, Till heart and body and life are in its hold.

2. All That Turns

3. Bitter and Sweet

4. A Good Name

From “This Marriage” by Rumi, date unknown.

May these vows and this marriage be blessed. May it be sweet milk, this marriage, like wine and halvah. May this marriage offer fruit and shade like the date palm. May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day a day in paradise. May this marriage be a sign of compassion, a seal of happiness here and hereafter. May this marriage have a fair face and a good name, an omen as welcome as the moon in a clear blue sky. I am out of words to describe how spirit mingles in this marriage.

5. The King is Dead

“The King is dead, long live the King“ is a well-known traditional saying, and is the first thing that comes to mind, though I’m not convinced that this is the particular source for this title.

6. Things To Come

There are way too many possibilities for this one to narrow it down. I’ll put two of them here:

One the poem “The Flesh and the Spirit“ by Anne Bradstreet, published in 1650. An excerpt:

In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on Things that are past and things to come. One Flesh was call’d, who had her eye On worldly wealth and vanity; The other Spirit, who did rear Her thoughts unto a higher sphere.

And the other is “Frost at Midnight” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, written in 1798. An excerpt:

So sweetly, that they stirred and haunted me With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear Most like articulate sounds of things to come! So gazed I, till the soothing things, I dreamt, Lulled me to sleep, and sleep prolonged my dreams!

7. Tread Lightly

Perhaps “Requiescat” by Oscar Wilde, written in the 1880s. In the poem, the speaker speaks of and to an unnamed woman, who is buried and cannot hear.

Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow.

All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust.

8. To Bring a Fire

Most of the references I can find for this are Biblical passages, but none exact.

9. The Scars Remaining

Most likely from “Christabel”, an unfinished narrative ballad written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge from 1797-1800. The ballad focuses on a young lady named Christabel and her encounter with a strikingly beautiful stranger called Geraldine, who claims to have been kidnapped from her home. Christabel takes Geraldine in to share her bed, and they spend the night together. The story also involves Geraldine putting a spell on Christabel that leaves her unable to tell anyone about what they do or what Geraldine’s “true form“ is.

Brings to mind a certain other strikingly beautiful character in TLH who also does spells to a similar effect, doesn’t it?

This excerpt that includes the phrase “the scars remaining”, however, is about Christabel’s father and his long-lost friend with whom he had a falling-out, but who also turns out to be Geraldine’s father.

They parted—ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining— They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between;— But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.

10. The Damned Earth

Likely from Edgar Allen Poe’s poem, “Lenore”, published in 1843.

Avaunt! to-night my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise, “But waft the angel on her flight with a Pæan of old days! “Let no bell toll! — lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth, “Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damned Earth. “To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven — “From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven — “From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven.

11. Crowns and Pounds and Guineas

From an untitled poem (but often identified by its first line) by A. E. Housman, included in his poetry book A Shropshire Lad, published in 1896. According to Wikipedia, this collection sold “slowly at first, it then rapidly grew in popularity, particularly among young readers. Composers began setting the poems to music less than ten years after their first appearance.”

When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, “Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.” But I was one-and-twenty, No use to talk to me.

12. Requiem

A requiem is a mass for the repose of the souls of the dead, or a piece of musical composition in honor of the dead. It’d be impossible to narrow this down to a specific quote, though.

13. The Wintry Wind

Likely from “The Withering of the Boughs“ by W. B. Yeats, published as part of his poetry volume In The Seven Woods (1903). Each of the three stanzas of the poem ends with the following two lines:

“No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind, The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams.”

14. The Flaming Forge

From “The Village Blacksmith“ (1840) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The poem makes use of the image of “the flaming forge“ twice.

And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.

[…]

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.

15. Walk by Daytime

From poem V in “A Dark Month” by Algernon Charles Swinburne, written in May 1881.

Dreams that strive to seem awake, Ghosts that walk by daytime, Weary winds the way they take, Since, for one child's absent sake, May knows well, whate'er things make Sport, it is not Maytime.

Part 2 (chapters 16-29) here.

#chain of iron #tlh #the last hours #cassandra clare #chain of iron spoilers #and also sometimes the quotes cc uses as a chapter header don’t actually include the chapter title

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teencopandthesourwolf · 3 years ago

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1, 12, 14 for your fic asks :)

bestie! thanks, love. here goes...

1. FAVORITE FIC YOU WROTE THIS YEAR

so, i've looked back over the fics i published this year on ao3 and i've definitely not written as much as previous years. guess i've just been vibing more with the art muse in 2021?

anyways, from the fics i have written, i think it might be a destiel getting together oneshot (just under 2k, rated TEEN) which is set somewhere in s5 of supernatural and titled ALL YOU HAD TO SAY. it's nothing groundbreaking and i've written better in general, imo, but it was one of those pieces that just happened, just flowed, you know? it features early seasons literal!cas whom i adore and also has an explanation for why dean stopped wearing john's leather jacket, lol (irl, its believed somebody stole it from the set as it simply "disappeared"). and... it's soft. and i feel i don't usually tend to write that as well as angst, so it made me happy that i liked it (and still do), i guess.

here's an excerpt:

Clearing his throat again, Dean then said, "Cas? Hey, you around, buddy? Kinda need you to lend me your ears, if you're free…"

Nothing became angel in a heartbeat, in a rush of unseeable feathers and lightning-charged ozone—that same charred smell that already lingered in the air, only much stronger.

"Hello, Dean."

Dean took a breath. "Hey, man. Uh, Thanks for the flyby," Dean smirked, fingers trembling.

"I've told you a number of times, Dean, I'll always come when you call. Although, I am somewhat confused by your request; I'm unsure of how I would go about lending you this vessel's body parts." Cas was as earnest as ever.

Dean pulled a face. "What? Oh, right, the ear thing, yeah. Uh, nah, man, that's just a turn of phrase." He cleared his throat again, even though there was nothing left to clear. "Listen, Cas. I, uh... I got somethin' to say."

"Well, I'd be a little put out if you didn't."

"You might be a little put out regardless," Dean muttered under his breath.

12. FAVOURITE CHARACTER TO WRITE ABOUT THIS YEAR

you know what? it absolutely has to be teen wolf's DEREK HALE!

i think that's bc i'm on my... uh, 4th? 5th? rewatch, and i'm FINALLY able to look more at other character's journeys and back stories etc, without just completely 100% fixating on stiles lol xD

(chosen at random, this scene is from my [sadly as-of-yet unfinished] chaptered fic, a sterek getting together piece that's called IN THE WAREHOUSE, IN A HEARTBEAT which i will eventually come back to, as it's finished in my head and notes)

From his chosen perch, he had a perfect view of the full moon’s yellowy glow; a perfect ball, clearly visible even through the storm’s jagged forks of lightning and angry, slate-grey clouds. She was huge, tonight. Derek felt her pull, as usual, willing him to shift, shift, shift. Each and every full moon was a trying and intense experience for Derek, same as any other Were. But it was also entirely manageable, these days.

Usually.

Ever since Derek had learned how to control The Change, fighting it off monthly had become just another part of his life. Staving off what his biology pleaded of him—to morph into his Were form, with claws and teeth bared; animalistic senses and desires allowed to take the primary lead—had gotten easier and easier, with practice. It still wasn’t exactly a breeze, not by any stretch, but it certainly wasn’t the difficult situation it had been at puberty before he knew the technique to stop it from happening. The only times fighting it off was harder was when he was... when Derek’s libido was higher than usual. Like here and now, being caught alone in a cramped space with the object of his every recent fantasy.

14. A FIC YOU DIDN'T EXPECT TO WRITE

funnily enough, the fic i absolutely did not expect to write was published only last week! it's a supernatural kid!chester drabble (kid sammy and teen dean) by the canon referenced title of COUNT YOUR LUCKY CHARMS about how poor dean ends up having to take extreme measures to keep his little brother fed and clothed, bc their dad leaves them alone in motels for weeks on end ToT. he resorts to sex work at nearby truckstops to pay for the things they need. it's sad. i still have absolutely no idea why the concept popped into my head but there you go.

(here's an excerpt. WARNING: there are mentions of underage sex)

Anyways, it's not like the drivers at whatever truckstop they're lucky enough to be dumped near by Dad, care anyways. None of them have complained. Well, one had. But that was about Dean's stubble giving him dickrash, allegedly, not the way Dean smells. See, if Dean doesn't shave for a week, he looks almost eighteen. Not that he thinks those creepy guys care about his age much neither, to be honest.

ahhhh, thanks sm for these asks, kate! count on some coming your way too... <3

#asks #writing asks #writers of fic #writing #ask games #mutuals my beloved <3

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singingvio · 4 years ago

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LEGEND OF MANGA LISTS: Top 5 SADDEST Moments in the Zelda Manga Series!

((NOTE: Twilight Princess mangas and the Skyward Sword excerpt in the Hyrule Historia are excluded from the mangas considered in this list.))

1. Volvagia’s Demise (Ocarina of Time part 1)

In chapter 3 of Ocarina of Time, part 1, the story depicted is titled “An Old and Beloved Friend.” This chapter mostly depicts Link and Volvagia’s fight, along with their backstory depicted solely in the manga and not in the game, as it isn’t canon. The chapter starts with Link’s bow out, a single arrow ready to be embedded in Volvagia’s skull, only for Link to falter. The dragon burns Link and nearly kills him, only for Link to be healed by Sheik.

Link insists to the Goron Link that he can’t fight Volvagia. Sheik makes a fairly robotic comment while playing his harp that the only way to subdue Volvagia is to kill him, and Link loses it, yelling at Sheik, “That’s easy for YOU to say! There must be some way to make him remember me!” Sheik shows him exactly what disasters are happening due to Volvagia’s tantrum, Kakariko and Goron villages close to destruction, and Link sadly recounts the story of how he and Volvagia met before his inevitable battle.

Link saw him as a baby, locked in a cage with a price of seventy rupees in Castle Town. Link bought the dragon and set him free, only for Volvagia to bite his hand and burn his hair with his flames. Link tries to ignore the dragon later, when it follows him, but then Volvagia ends up burning a Stalfos that had been sneaking up to kill Link. Link then befriended the dragon, and Volvagia said his name aloud, and the memory fades as Link is brought out of his story by someone warning him that the volcano is about to erupt.

Link, in a futile, heartbreaking effort to make Volvagia remember him, yells out, “It’s me! Link! Remember me!” Seeing as this does nothing, Link drives his sword into Volvagia’s flesh, beheading him. At his final moments, Volvagia remembers Link and starts to cry, calling his name out one last time to an expressionless Link as he dies.

2. Ghandi’s Defeat and Link’s Following Despair (A Link to the Past)

In Act 3 of A Link to the Past, Sacrifice, Link and Ghandi (a character created to be Link’s friend and travelling companion exclusively in the manga) travel through the Dark World, saving its inhabitants from fates worse than death to pay for their sins. When Link talks to a gossiping monster of a swamp, it is revealed that Zelda is at Turtle Rock, and Link heads there immediately. Ghandi, however, stays behind.

Ghandi claims that a bandit can’t risk her life just to save someone else, and Link argues that he only got this far because of her helping him. They inevitably split up, and Ghandi worries silently about Link and confesses to herself that she’s had a crush on him and can’t bear to see him reunited with Princess Zelda, as he clearly loves her instead.

Meanwhile, Link makes his way to Agahnim at Turtle Rock, to free Princess Zelda. Agahnim calls on a giant, firebreathing hydra to stop Link from saving Zelda, and Link, thinking nothing of it, defeats the monster with ease. Link comments on the monster’s strength, saying, “It’s kinda weak, for such a big…” and then he realizes. The monster vanishes into smoke, revealing the broken body of Ghandi, who isn’t dead, but very close. Link is heartbroken, and immediately hatred fills his heart as he turns on Agahnim for making him fight Ghandi.

Agahnim points out what Link is becoming, a hateful wolf, and Link watches his own body transform in horror as he cries out in agony. Zelda manages to break free of her crystal cage, and heals Link from his beastly form. Together, they manage to heal Ghandi before she dies as well, and the two are properly reunited.

3. Pirate Captain and His Lady (Oracle of Ages)

In chapter 7 of Oracle of Ages, The Pirate Captain, Ralph and Link are stranded in an unknown body of water on a raft, trying to get back to the mainland to rescue Nayru. They’re rescued by the Pirate Captain, a man worn away to only soul and bone, as is his crew. Ralph and Link ask him how long he’s been sailing, and he replies that he doesn’t know and is very tired.

The Captain and Link discuss Link’s sword and its fine craftmanship, and then the Captain notices Ralph holding the Harp of Ages, and asks for a song. Ralph obliges, playing a traditional waltz, and the captain is happily lost in the memory of when he was in Labrynna, dancing with a fine lady under the stars. He says, “I remember this song from when I danced with her! We were in love, and the world was ours. Until it ended, and I set to sea to forget. But I could never forget… not her.”

He then makes a bold declaration, one soon revealed to be one of many when Link reads his logbook, that he will make it back to Labrynna to reunite with the lady he still loves to this day. As the ship is caught up in a horrific storm, Link gets his hold on the Captain’s logbook, reading in horror the logs there. “Day 23: set sail for Labrynna. Encountered a storm. Day 145: Storm. Day 317: Storm… They’ve been stuck in this storm forever!”

Link and Ralph attempt to escape the ship in their fear that they won’t be able to, and the Captain attempts to stop them. Link manages to tell the Captain that if he lets them go, he can fix things for him and his Lady, and the Captain, on the brink of tragedy as he lets Link and Ralph go, his final words are a request to Link. “If y’see this lady on your journeys, lad, tell her… the Knight who set sail… will love her for all eternity.” He shows Link a picture of Queen Ambi, and with that, he disappears without a trace, and is never shown again.

4. Shadow Link’s Final Stand (Four Swords part 2)

In chapter 12 of Four Swords part 2, The Four Sword Forever, we see the Four Links’ final stand against Vaati in order to save Zelda. Previously in the manga, Shadow was resurrected using the power of the Dark Mirror after a crushing betrayal from Vio, the smart, collected side of Link he’d thought to be his friend before his temporary defeat. The Dark Mirror is the source of all dark magic, including his life force. Shadow was resurrected right in front of Zelda, who was staring sadly at him, and he yells at her angrily to not take pity on him, as he hates it.

Zelda is then enshrouded in a dark cloud, and Shadow panics, asking Vaati what’s happening to her. When he realizes Vaati is going to kill Zelda, he completely breaks down, taking a quick detour to help the Links by disguising himself as Vio before going back up and grabbing a chair Zelda had been sitting in prior to her slow poisoning in the cloud, throwing it at the Dark Mirror with a scream and breaking the center of it.

Finally, in the final chapter of Four Swords part 2, the Links are almost where Shadow, Zelda and Vaati are. Shadow is incredibly weak, putting almost all his weight on the side of the Mirror. Vaati panics, yelling at Shadow that if he destroys the mirror, Shadow will die too. Shadow grins at Vaati, before saying, “That’s all right. I came out of the Dark Mirror. And with it’s power I woke you. How fitting that I use it to destroy us BOTH!” And with that, he shoves the mirror to the ground, successfully killing Vaati.

The other Links find his body lying next to the mirror, thanking him, and Shadow starts to close his eyes when Vio yells at him to “hang in there!” Shadow then calmly recounts what his life is like as Link’s shadow. “A shadow… usually only ever follows its body. It never gets to lead the way. Today I faced the enemy… on my own. It felt pretty good, but that still doesn’t make me… part of the body.”

Green (the leader and most ‘Link-like’ of the four) tells him the opposite, telling him that he’s their friend, and Shadow, with newfound energy, gets up and reaches towards the other Links, only for him to fade into the light and disappear, dying permanently and for the last time as the other Links stare at where he once was.

5. Skull Kid’s Backstory (Majora’s Mask)

In chapter 9, Fierce Deity Link, the Moon is stopped by the four Giants in Termina. Link sees Tael and Tatl reunited, and notes how sweet it is before thanking the Giants and joking with Tatl about how long it took for them to arrive. Skull Kid, meanwhile, shakes in the background, knocked to the ground and not getting up. In a moment of clarity, the mask not having control on him in his moment of emotion, Skull Kid despairingly recounts his tale.

Skull Kid sadly says that he didn’t mean for this to happen, only wondering why the Giants left him. A flashback is then shown from Skull Kid’s point of view, the Giants getting ready to leave as Skull Kid desperately tries to hold them back. “Why?! No! No, you mustn’t! Hey… Wait! I said wait! Don’t go! Hold on! I said wait! Don’t go! Can’t you hear me?!”

He cries out, many times, sometimes even trying to forcibly hold the Giants back and failing drastically. He ends up falling off a cliff, still trying to catch up with the Giants as he’s battered and bruised, still crying, “Don’t go!” He’s then seen travelling across the desert, tripping and folling multiple times, when he accidentally steps in a bird nest. The birds immediately attack him, yelling at him to watch where he’s going and that it’s fun to hurt him by pecking him.

Skull Kid shakily reaches a hand up to keep going, but gives up as rain pours down on him, tears pouring down his face as he stares at the ground in defeat. The flashback fades out, as Skull Kid says a truly heartbreaking line before being taken over by Majora’s Mask once more, initiating the final battle. “I guess… we never really were friends… after all. They didn’t even say goodbye. Nobody likes me. But with this… Everyone will do what I want! This MASK is my only friend!”

RUNNER UPS

Mask Creations (Majora’s Mask) - The deaths of Darmani, the Goron, and Mikau, the Zora, when Link dons both masks to fulfill their final wishes. Darmani, to see his son again and make the child happy, and Mikau, to spend at least one more concert with Lulu and the other members of his band.

Great Mayfly Fairy’s Transformation (Minish Cap) - The transformation at the hands of Vaati of a lovely singing fairy, with a beautiful voice. Link wistfully mentions that she looks a little like Zelda and Vaati, in a fit of mild hysteria at this point, transforms her into a horrible moth creature. Her transformation is shown to be painful and heartwrenching, as is her defeat.

Deku Tree’s Death (Ocarina of Time part 1) - The famous death of the Deku Tree, in manga format. Link is told of his quest by the Deku Tree, and that the Deku Tree is going to die in the next few minutes. Link cries and even punches the tree in a fit of anger and sadness, crying that the Deku Tree can’t leave him until the Deku Tree inevitably dies and Link must leave on his quest.

Green’s Defeat Against Vio (Four Swords part 2) - When the four Links are finally reunited, Green, Red, and Blue face Vio and Shadow in a battle to the death with Green fighting Vio. Their battle comes to a close as Green falls to the ground, seemingly stabbed through the gut as Vio walks off victorious. Red and Blue yell at Vio and cry over Green, until it’s revealed after Vio and Shadow leave that it was all a ruse and Green was only knocked out.

Zelda and Link’s Meeting (A Link to the Past) - Link finds Zelda in a dungeon, and Zelda tearfully recalls how she had almost given up hope of rescue, stating that she thought she had been all alone until Link had finally found her. Link then embraces her, stating that he heard her voice and she was never alone.

#Legend of Manga Lists #legend of zelda #ocarina of time #a link to the past #oracle of ages #four swords #majora's mask #minish cap

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radbutsafe · 4 years ago

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ALL FUCKIN 35 OF THEM SKLNWESDJFPXO

I SHOULDVE EXPECTED THIS FROM YOU

1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

A three! I think I’m mid range cause I ain’t terrible but there is still shit I gotta improve and grow in my writing

2. Why do you write fanfiction?

to manifest what canon won’t give me and to write more! (though yes it is mainly about the smooching and the— I’ll stop there LOL)

3. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

Hm! My weird research details? I’m that “fun fact, did you know...” in my fics sometimes LOL! I plan on giving a penthouse for erina in a fic and I went through penthouse listings in Japan for floor layouts and locations💀 my research gives me inspo and depth to stuff I think I lack in comparison to others sometimes.

4. Are there any writers that inspire you?

In terms of fellow fic writers, one of them I can’t name here but she’s an inspiration with her exceptional gift for prose period and her lovely skill at comedy! I want to be as funny as her when I write, I love her ironic situational humor. Other fic writers are @takoyakitenchou, @royaldragonsevgisi15 who I always love sharing ideas with and motivate me to create more! For non-fic writers it would be V.E. Schwab, Leigh Bardugo, Oda, and Horikoshi! The last two may be mangaka, however they are writers as well to create their stories! The depth these creators have given their worlds and interesting characters theyve given life to are all what I aspire to be like!

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

so far uh?? hm everything I’m currently writing are wips lol!! im proud of my wip that has been nicknamed ‘soma panics’ that is a multi-chapter fic that spans like probs 20 plus chapters maybe

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily?

dialogue! it’s so much fun! and character thoughts. I’ve said to people I may be better suited for script writing

7. What element of writing do you struggle with most?

I think it’s description, of like setting and showing action. also an expansion of my vocabulary LOL

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write?

erina! I think it’s because canon has shown us many of her different faces and range of emotion.

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?

SOMA!! chill ass mofo whos more carefree compared to the common shonen protagonist! for other shokugeki characters I’m not sure just yet because I haven’t flexed my fingers enough for the rest of them.

10. What’s your favorite genre to write for?

I guess I should say romance cause that’s what I mostly write LOL!

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

sorina and I try to get them to smooch eventually KEK and yeah it’s..usually romantic fluff lmao

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.

HONESTLY ALL OF THEM but “soma panics” is my brain child

13. First fandom you ever wrote for?

pretty sure it’s digimon....

14. What’s your favorite fandom to write for?

currently shokugeki no soma!!!!

15. What’s the weirdest fandom you’ve ever written for?

uhhhh I guess SNS? LMAO fandoms...all have their quirks to them.

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

characters cuddling!!!! or getting the urge to smooch!!!!

17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

unrequited love GOOD FUCKIN BYEEEEEE

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

I have plot ideas thst can be wild potentially but so far nothing fits this criteria so far that I actually have written.

19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between?

depends on the fandom, but if written well, all of it!

20. Gen fic or shippy stuff?

shippy 100% like I said I like smoochin

21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

romantic is...*drumroll* SORINA! platonic, soutaku and erina and alice!

22. Do you listen to anything while you write?

Sometimes! There are times songs will be on loop and times I just shuffle a playlist. and if I’m writing in random bursts it’ll be with no music but it really does depend lmao I think music is when I’m forcing myself to write?

23. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

completely independent ideas, I’ve realized in the past prompts shoot me in the foot often unless I luckily figure something out. but I’m often driven by my own sporadic self interest with shitty ping ponging attention

24. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

multi-chap I guess cause I can post without being finished LOLLL but tbh can I really answer? I haven’t finished anything.....

25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

I can’t answer this question imo because I haven’t finished a fic yet so technically stuff could all fit in the one fic?

26. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

MYSTERY AND CRIME! I love the genre and I have plot ideas once a blue moon but I can’t dive in because I want to make details that work and reduce plot holes where suspension of disbelief isn’t as needed. I need to study it more (I need to study all the details for any of my fics imo to be confident sometimes LOL)

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

I don’t think I can say one comment was the nicest because I’ve gotten comments that have given me quite the smiles to my face many times! I know this is a cop out but it’s true!

IS WHAT I WAS GONNA SAY UNTIL REINA SENT ME THE FOLLOWING ON DISCORD LIKE TWENTY MINS AGO:

and also rad. i am never this vocal about my emotions like EVER but this needs to be said your fics are obviously far from perfect, as are mine and everyone else's. but the thing about your works is that they're so well-sanded that it's impossible to find any rough edges or faults in them in terms of cohesion to a plot. your cast is never OOC and the amount of effort you devote to developing your takes on the characters as accurately as possible is unimaginably awe-inspiring.

BITCH I WANNA CRY 😭

28. How well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing?

I’d like to believe I take it often well to try and improve because that’s always my goal. if someone is rude lol that’s not constructive snd is unhelpful. If I disagree with criticism I’ll explain why !

29. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

Not yet, but I have some plot ideas I think will let me test this.

30. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

F L U F F.

31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

elliott fuji, a japanese-american award winning photographer who is erina’s boyfriend in ‘soma panics’ which..causes soma’s panic LOL he’s 30 with slightly wavy black hair. I still haven’t pinpointed his personality just yet...he kind of humble brags for sure an artsy fucker and flirts maybe I’ll make him a lil shy though. he teaches sometimes, and becomes an adjunct photography professor in Tokyo so he can be with erina.

32. Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less.

a cook is unfashionably late in realizing his feelings.

33. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

I am a slow. so slow. motivation who is she? I also write out of order, unfortunately a bit too often.

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

this should be for the fic ‘soma panics’ it’s either megumi or satoshi talkin to him rn, I’m leaning towards satoshi

“You thought she would always wait for you, didn’t you Soma-kun? To always welcome you home.”

Soma drags his palms down his face and groans. He doesn’t like this at all. He doesn’t shy from confrontation but this is a whole different ballgame. Soma doesn’t play any ball.

“I guess..?” Is his reply, because he thinks he isn’t sure how to answer that.

“You guess?”

Just being questioned again is enough to crack Soma’s pathetic facade as if it was dropped chinaware and he lets out the longest sigh.

“No.”

Coming home means coming home to Nakiri Erina too.

Nakiri Erina is his forever.

this is @takoyakitenchou’s excerpt she’s most proud of that I’ve written, which is also from you guessed it, the long fic soma panics

SOMA: I am, I mean I will be, I swear I will always come home to you, not spend as much time abroad, once I’m done with work I’ll come right back. I’ll make sure to message you. Nakiri, I’m in love you with you. Maybe for a really long time. You know how I say I dedicate my food to you? My dad—my dad said that the key to become a good chef is to find someone to dedicate your cooking to. A special someone. For my dad it was my mom, you know? For me it’s...

(this is a good piece of dialogue tbh so I am also proud of this)

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

I’ve mentioned it throughout this but the WIP I’ve nicknamed ‘soma panics’ is something I’m super excited to write, but it’s going on slowly...and almost completely out of order. out of all of my writing it showed off that particular habit of mine, along with “what is this, a shoujo manga?!” though the latter is currently being written chronologically now that I’ve posted chapter one and is pretty solid in direction. it was originally supposed to be a one shot but I got impatient and wanted to post at least something for the sorina / soueri fandom.

however, because ‘soma panics’ (I won’t call it that LOL) is my baby I want to keep true to my rule of refusing to post it until I have a draft of the entire fic finished and I’m satisfied with the main points pretty much. due to my writing out of order, I’m worried I’ll change my mind about scenes or want to reflect things in earlier chapters for later ones etc etc

I joined the SnS fandom extremely late, as season five was airing. I was a fan of the manga five years ago and dropped it because I forgot to check for updates when I caught up 😔 I really want to bang out the different fics and aus for sorina that I have before the fandom fizzles out entirely but tbh I’m writing for myself, I’m manifesting what I want to see and I’ll just share it with all my friends to read if no one else will. cause I’m slow broski I dunno what writing fast even is like LMAO I do really want to write faster though, so I can contribute more and let the words free from the discord dms....

#ask meme #ask rad shit #writing #writing by rad #fanfic #reina girl u put me thru it I swear lol #thank u for sending!!#ur amazing!!!!

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omgitscharlie · 4 years ago

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This is an excerpt from chapter 12 of my long fic ‘Learning to Live’, but I felt it could also do very nicely as a one-shot. So, I hope you enjoy!

Sleep definitely did not come to Inuyasha a few days later, as it never did on new moon nights. He'd made sure he was home well before the sun went down, having purposefully rejected a job that Miroku had heard about. Of course, the monk understood beyond any reasonable doubt the reason behind Inuyasha's decision. He took his usual spot against the wall by the futon, Tessaiga resting against his chest as he sat crossed legged and shoved his hands in his sleeves. Even though the sword did nothing much aside from being a rusty piece of metal on these nights, it was still a comfort to have the sword pressed against him.

"Where is she?" he muttered, finding himself still alone well past dark. Kagome had left earlier in the morning than usual that day, apparently needing to be present for a birth. Kaeda had mentioned the woman who was in labor had a difficult pregnancy previously and would need all available hands. Still, he didn't expect her to be this late. He couldn't recall Sango's deliveries taking that long.

Almost as if he'd summoned her, he heard the sliding door open and the soft padding of feet headed towards the main area of their home. If he'd been in his normal state, he could have heard her from at least at the bottom of the hill they'd lived off of. Right now, it felt like his ears were full of cotton, muffled and dulled - he hated that feeling.

"Inuyasha?" Kagome's voice called out as she threw her blood-covered clothes into the hamper.

"I'm here," he replied easily, though didn't move from his spot. Wearing a spare kosode and wrap skirt, she padded into their bedroom, immediately realizing why he'd been keeping out of immediate sight. The look on his face was lightly cold, eyeing her with his unusually darkened hues as if he were offended.

"You didn't think I forgot, did you?" Kagome asked, kneeling down in front of him and resting her hands in her lap, "I'm sorry I'm so late. The baby was born feet first, so it was a hard delivery," she explained honestly, giving him a welcoming smile in an attempt to brush off the attempted guilt he tried to put on her. Leaning forward, she got down on her hands and knees to crawl towards him, craning her neck enough so she could give him a soft peck in greeting, "It's a good thing you're human tonight, I don't think you'd appreciate how I smelled otherwise."

Returning the kiss, he relaxed some, unable to really stay mad when he knew she had plenty of viable reason for staying out later than anticipated, "I'm sure I'll be able to smell it tomorrow," he mused, keeping his voice low and solemn, as he typically acted on nights of the new moon. A bit more moody and emotional, seeing as he had nothing but a human heart to guide him in his actions, Kagome knew not to take it personally.

"Maybe from the hamper, yeah. I washed up and changed before coming back, too. I didn't want to come home with blood and birth all over me," she added before moving to take a seat beside him against the wall with a heavy sigh of relief. Leaning her head back, she let her muscles relax for the first time since that morning. Shoulders fell into a more natural position as her head rolled to the side to look at him, "You gonna stay up?" It was a stupid question that she already knew the answer to, but she always felt like she needed to ask.

"Just like I do every time," the response wasn't curt, nor did it make her feel like she was asking a dumb question. His tone was low and even, holding less grit than when he was in his typical form. There was always something softer about him on nights of the new moon, again probably attributed to the fact that his heart was purely human.

"Mmm," she gave a warm hum, pleasant in nature as she rolled her head back to a straighter position, "I used to stay up, too, during the time when I couldn't get back. I'd think about you even more on those nights."

All Inuyasha could do was sit and intently listen - they'd shared five of these nights together now and she'd never mentioned that before. Freeing one of his hands from his sleeves, he rested it on her thigh.

"I'd worry. Wonder how you were doing and hoped that you were safe," she added, turning her attention back to him as she placed her own hand over his, "I got really good at reading lunar cycles because of it," she stated, only half-joking as she offered him one of her contagious smiles. Inuyasha couldn't help but offer one back, giving her thigh a soft squeeze in acknowledgment. Taking his hand in both of hers, she let her attention fall to it, taking her time to explore the differences. There wasn't much; the same callouses housed on the same points of his palm. The fingers themselves weren't any shorter, though they looked to be due to the dull, human nails that topped them.

The curious touch was soft and loving as if trying to memorize them when he returned to his hanyou form. It didn't matter if he were human or hanyou, she loved every piece of him and wanted to keep every detail encapsulated in her memory.

When she was done with his hand, Kagome turned her attention back to his face, seeing him staring intensely at their hands as they remained clasped together. The familiar molten amber had faded into near charcoal, giving him a much less otherworldly aura to him. He was more simple-looking, but still hers.

"I'd always stay at Miroku and Sango's on these nights, not wanting to be alone," he laced their fingers together then, seeing just how much more alike they seemed without the typical talons he had, "Every night without you was hard, but new moon nights were just that much harder."

"I felt bad that I wasn't there for you," she admitted, only to have his gaze catch hers.

"Keh. You shouldn't. I already told you that isn't your fault," he rebutted, knowing that she held a bit of guilt in thinking that she was the reason they couldn't be together for those three years. Taking his free hand, he cupped her chin, tilting it up so he could give her a reaffirming kiss as if to emphasize his statement. Kagome happily sank into it, smiling against his lips as she took one of her hands to cup his cheek. Feeling her fingertips brush against his human ear, she decided to explore more by taking her index finger and tracing the shell of it. The sensation had a shiver run up his spine, taking his hand from her chin to grip her wrist, "You plannin' on staying up with me?" The question was posed almost like a challenge, brows lifted as such as he kept that same vice-like grip.

"I always do," she replied, offering a playful grin as their faces stayed close to one another. Inuyasha's hand released her wrist to run down her forearm and grip her elbow.

"It's gunna be a longer night than normal, y'know," he continued his challenge keeping his grip on her elbow as she let her hand find its place on his cheek. The entire time, their other hands remained laced together, both of them reluctant to break their grasp.

"Is it? Guess we better think of something to do," she breathed running her fingers from his cheek to his lips gently, tracing the lower one with her middle finger, "And take our time with it."

A fangless grin pulled at the lips she touched, showing some teeth as he finally released both her elbow and her hand to move Tessaiga from his chest and lean it against the wall. The only thing that made him feel more comfortable than Tessaiga during these nights was Kagome herself and he would happily spend the night with her against his chest instead.

Though he was human, Kagome didn't find him any less strong, at least when it came to holding her. Yes, perhaps he wasn't able to bound long and high distances with her on his back, but as he lifted her into his lap, it still felt as if she was weightless. He'd pressed her back against his chest but with much less innocent intentions than that position held. Placing a hand on her throat, he tugged the collar of her kosode to place very slow, wet kisses to the skin there. She still tasted like herself, not nearly as potent as he was used to, but she was still addictive to him.

Goosebumps formed all over Kagome's body, effortlessly tilting her head to the side to give him more access to her taste. His lips trailed up to her jawline, nudging his nose against her ear as his hands began to stray. Finding their place on her waist, he ran them up her stomach at a painfully slow rate. With a sharp gasp, Kagome felt both of his hands palm each breast over her fabric. He didn't need to be able to smell her to know just how much heat had pooled between her legs, though he wanted so deeply to be able to. His teeth found her earlobe, nipping ever so lightly in an attempt to get more demure sounds from the woman in his lap. His wish was granted when a soft whimper left her, only to be paired with the sudden feel of her hands gripping his hakama.

"Kagome..." her name was a breath against the shell of her ear, low and wanting.

Moving his hands from her breasts, he pulled at the knot of her wrap skirt, followed by her obi. Thankfully, she'd stopped wearing that weird contraption she wore on her breasts beneath clothes. With her kosode falling open, he was able to feel the warmth of her bare skin against his palm, letting one hand find its place back upon her breast. Kagome let her head fall back against his shoulder, worrying her lower lip as another sweet whimper left her. Even in his human form, he could feel the temperature of her body rise, going hot against his own as he ran his free hand down the front of her stomach with a feather-like touch. It was as torturous as it was electrifying, causing her to release the grip on his hakama and instead grip his bicep.

Lower and lower did his hand trail until he realized she was wearing underwear. A growl left him, not nearly as primal as it typically did, "Why the fuck do you wear these?" he cursed, tugging them upward. The pressure of the tense fabric against her yearning, it had her back arching and a choked moan leave her. Such a reaction was unexpected, causing her husband to pause for a moment before doing the same thing again. A similar sound was his reward, Kagome's grip tightening on his bicep and tugging the fabric of his haori.

"Inuyasha," she whined, trying to press herself harder against the fabric of her underwear.

"That feel good, woman?" he cooed in her ear, "You want more?" Frantically, Kagome nodded, turning her head towards his own.

"Yes," with a heavy pant, the word left her, causing Inuyasha to give just as she asked. Reaching further down, he pushed the fabric to the side before running his index and middle finger through her folds.

"Oh fuck," he hissed, feeling just how soaked she was against his fingers, "What I would give to smell you right now." He cooed, easily curling his hand enough to push those fingers within her without a thought. The intrusion caused his wife to release a cry of need, head falling back against his shoulder once again, "You have no idea, do you?" he added, pulling his fingers from her to bring some of that slick to her clit, circling it slowly, "How good you smell when you want me - how good you taste."

Kagome could feel it now, his cock pressing against her ass, hard and needy. Purposefully, she pushed back against it as she bit her lower lip with a whine.

"Fuck," he grunted, releasing her breast to place his hand on her throat, "You want it?"

"Mhm," she hummed, nodding her head as much as she could without being hindered by the strong grip of his hand spanning her throat. Without warning, Kagome managed to pull herself away from his grasp, turning to face him completely. It caught Inuyasha by surprise, but he wasn't as possessive as he normally was, which meant that he wasn't about to deny her. Capturing his lips, she began to tug at his obi, slowly and purposefully, not with the typical frenzy that surrounded them in times like these. The kisses themselves were slower, taking the time to explore each other's taste as the priestess' lithe and skilled hands pulled his haori and kosode from his hakama.

When enough skin was exposed, her hands began to wander, fingertips just grazing over his collarbone and down his sternum. Kagome let her own lips trail over his jawline to his ear, "Are these ears just as sensitive?" she breathed against him, causing her husband to grip her biceps and squeeze. A low chuckle left her, taking the lobe between her teeth as he had previously. She didn't need to have the heightened senses that her husband typically possessed to realize his heart rate had increased. If that hadn't been enough confirmation for her, the choked sound of her name struggling to leave his lips was.

Lips trailed down his neck then, her hands following a similar path downward with them eventually wanting to hit the same destination. Each kiss was slow, almost painfully so, as Inuyasha loosened his grip on her biceps to rest one on the floor at his side, the other running into her hair at the back of her head. It wasn't pushing or keeping her from moving, instead hint of subtle encouragement as she continued her trail of kisses over his collarbone. The heat of the wetness her mouth left behind had his skin tingling, letting his jaw hang open as he watched how her lips made contact over and over again. Over one pec and then the other before maneuvering her body closer to the floor as she let her lips ghost over his abdomen.

As her mouth moved, so had her hands, pulling his hakama down just enough to reveal what she had been aiming for since she began her teasing journey.

"K-Kagome-" he stuttered, breath shaky as he tried to keep himself in some sort of control.

"Hm?" she asked, feigning innocence as she peeked up at him. One of her hands wrapped around him then, now having propped herself on her elbows to get to the height needed to be comfortable.

"Damnit," he growled through gritted teeth, pushing his hips up against her hand as if begging for her to stroke him. The way she'd situated herself, with one leg outstretched behind her and the other bent at the knee, had her ass propped up so nicely but still covered by the kosode neither of them had bothered to remove.

At last, she was face to face with what she'd been working towards.

With mahogany eyes so full of promise, they peered up at him as she placed that same wet, open-mouthed kiss to the head of him. The tip of her tongue gently flicked against the underside of his cock where the shaft met the head, aiming to keep drawing out the anticipation for as long as possible. No having moved his hand from her hair, Inuyasha couldn't help but tighten his grip, a wanting moan left him. Kagome felt a sense of victory, knowing that she could have him at such a loss for words or coherent thought.

Wanting to hear more, she wrapped her mouth around his cock completely, releasing a hum of contentment of her own as she did so. With the position she'd situated herself in, it was easy for her to take the hand that had been gripping him and run between her own thighs.

Her mouth was like heaven, warm and wet with the added sensation of her tongue circling his head whenever she brought herself up from taking as much as she could. Holding his cock with her other hand, she managed to find the rhythm of moving her head while her fingers circled her own clit. Wet sounds came from her mouth as she continued her motions, his cock becoming slick from her saliva. Gods, she would be the death of him. He felt like his heart was pounding right in his head, grunting and groaning as he watched her, unable to look away if he even dared try, "Kagome - shit. You n-need to stop."

Barely hanging off the edge of the cliff of his desire, he gripped her hair enough to tug her head back. Hearing a popping sound as she was pulled from him, a string of her saliva remained attached to his shaft. A clouded gaze looked up at him, completely overtaken by her need for him. Panting and heady, she whined at the fact that he'd pulled her from him, barely even registering the burn of his grip on her hair.

So desperate they were for one another, that they hadn't even made it to the futon yet, regardless of the fact that it was only a couple feet from them.

Hoisting Kagome to her knees, he pulled her closer to him to catch her lips in a much more hungry kiss. A kiss that had them desiring each other's touch with Inuyasha's hands gripping her waist as Kagome's found his shoulders. Sliding them back to his shoulder blades, she caused his haori and kosode to fall from them. Her hands continued to run down as far as they could before it became uncomfortable, eventually needing to wrap her arms around his neck. Lifting his traps and moving his arms to shrug off the clothes she'd slid from him, Kagome could feel every muscle moving against her arms.

Even as a human, his body held a heat that she happily leeched from.

Purposeful hands gripped the kosode that hung in the dips of her elbows, Inuyasha wanting his wife to be as exposed as he was. As quickly as she could, she unwrapped her arms, one at a time so as not to lose contact with him entirely. All the while, their lips never left one another, keeping them slow but still wielding a sense of desperation in each one.

Strong hands gripped her ass, lifting her up so her legs wrapped around his waist. Moving one hand to her back, he leaned over, having her hanging from him as he crawled the two of them to the futon. It was then, and only then, that he allowed himself to be without the taste of her lips.

Though his aim was to get them onto it fully, he'd only managed to get her back against it causing him to grip her waist and half toss her up farther onto it. The adjustment had Kagome gasping, having little time to make any sort of remark when she realized her husband hadn't followed her. Instead, he remained between her thighs, only sitting up enough that he could tug on the waistband of her underwear, "You're lucky I ain't got any claws, or this'd be torn to shreds," he warned, low and husky with that signature gravel in the low end of his tone. Instead, he simply continued sliding them down and off her legs before tossing them over his shoulder aimlessly.

"You wouldn't dare," she replied with a feigned sense of threat, though it didn't hold up much considering the circumstance. Inuyasha only gave her a challenging smirk, basically asking her to make a bet with him the next time he had claws.

With force, he wrapped his arms around her thighs from underneath before tugging her closer to him, though still keeping her on the futon. The sudden jolt had the woman beneath him give off a yelp, feeling both exposed and surprised. Keeping his right arm wrapped around her thigh, he brought his head closer to her core. Usually, he was practically drooling from the scent of her and now would have been no different if his nose were the same. She was glistening with the slick of her yearning, making it hard for him to keep himself restrained - a sight only he had the privilege to see, only he had the privilege to cause.

Taking his index and middle finger, Inuyasha watched as they slid within her effortlessly. Feeling how tight she was just with two fingers, it amazed him that she was able to take any more than that.

"Mnuh! Inu...yasha!" she preened, only to release a much louder cry as his mouth descended onto her, "Uhn! Yes!" she moaned, reaching for the hand that rested in the crook of her pelvis, arm wrapped around her thigh. The touch of her hand against his had him immediately lacing their fingers together, holding her hand as he continued to lick and suckle against her clit. All the while, he began a very deliberate movement with his fingers, sliding them in and up before pulling out and repeating the same thing.

The pressure of her hips pressing against his mouth only made him want to go harder, fingers picking up their pace as he flicked his tongue against her clit.

His mouth was like a god, bringing her closer and closer to nirvana as his mouth made crude, wet noises in his efforts to bring her to her peak. He didn't just use his tongue or his lips, he used every part of his mouth to ensure that she wasn't able to think of anything but him.

Arching her back off the futon, she realized just how close he'd brought her to that point and quickly. The grip on his hand tightened, the other reaching over her head and gripping the futon beneath her, "Inuyasha! Inu-" she went quiet for a moment, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she climbed up further and further until she rocketed down the other side. A hitched cry left her as a full-body shudder coursed through every nerve in her body.

The rush of her orgasm coated his tongue and fingers, groaning and humming against her core as he felt her writhe against him. Mouth ever relentless, he continued his ministrations until she begged him to stop, only then pulling away with a grin of pride, "Fuck, even now you taste good."

Pulling his fingers from her, he sucked them clean in the hopes of getting every last drop of her he could get. Kagome barely noticed, thighs collapsing in on each other when he released his hold. An arm was draped over her eyes as if she were afraid to open them. Both of them were panting, but Inuyasha wasn't done with her yet - they still had plenty of time until morning.

Climbing over her, he practically covered her completely by their size difference. Holding himself up on one arm, he used the other to first spread her thighs for him to comfortably situate himself between and then used the same hand to pull her arm from her face shortly after. He could see why she'd hidden her gaze from him, seeing just how completely lost she was in their shared euphoria, "Inuyasha..." she whimpered, voice weak from her constant moaning, "It's...too much..."

Like hell it was. He knew she'd taken more and for much longer.

"We're not done, Kagome." The words themselves could have been taken as aggressive, but the way he'd said them, almost gentle and more so coaxing. It only seemed more that way as he dropped to his elbow, turning his arm for her to rest her head on the fore of it. It brought him closer to her, Kagome happily sinking into the added touch. With that same arm, the hand attached was free, managing to take Kagome's within it.

He needn't a hand to guide him, his cock sliding into her effortlessly as he pushed his hips forwards. Sheathing himself to the base, he couldn't help but give out a long, low groan as his wife turned her head to the side with a whimper, "It's...I'm-" There was no coherent thought, no proper words that she could string together, "Nuh! Full!"

His hips began a slow, gyrating motion but still enough to pull himself out of her completely before pushing back in, "Kagome - oh fuck." All he could do was rest his forehead against her shoulder, continuing that same slow rotation of his hips, making sure he pushed in every last inch of him before pulling out to the head, "I can't believe you're mine," he finally managed to say through heated breaths.

"I'm yours. Every part of me," she wrapped her legs around his waist to draw him in closer, "Yours."

He'd been sitting at the edge of the abyss for too long, already feeling the building heat in his core that was soon to explode. Her words only encouraged it.

Digging his head in the crook of her neck, he released a hitched groan from deep in his chest. A release that had come after a few quicker, more erratic thrusts. Kagome could feel how he tensed against her, his grip on her hand holding much more tightly and he spilled every last drop of himself into her. Through every aftershock, he kept himself pressed into her completely while both of them struggled to regulate their breathing.

Somehow, without him realizing, he'd kicked off his hakama completely, leaving both of them equally as nude.

When his mind returned to his body, he pressed gentle kisses to her collarbone and throat, receiving desperate whimpers in return, "Inuyasha...my body-" it was oversensitive, every nerve within her being on high alert. Turning her head towards him with his free hand, he pressed a lingering kiss to her lips with Kagome easily returning it.

Resting his head on her chest, he closed his eyes, listening to the racing of her heart with a smug grin, "We still have hours before the sun comes up," he mused, hearing Kagome's whine of refusal.

"You won't have a wife if we keep going," she teased, taking her free hand and running her fingers through the inky blackness of his hair, "Did I tire you out enough to sleep?"

A scoff was his immediate response, lifting his head to peer up at her before giving a smirk, "Takes more than that to wear me out, woman. I may be human, but doesn't matter much when I know it's you who'll be the one screamin' for me."

"How romantic," the sarcasm seeped from her with a lightness to it.

As resistant as she was towards his offer of another round, she couldn't help but whine at the feeling of emptiness as he pulled from her to lie on his back. That same arm was beneath her head, pillowing it as their hands remained together.

They lay there in silence for a minute, simply panting and trying to catch their breath as they basked in the afterglow of it all. Eventually, though, Inuyasha curled his arm towards him, causing Kagome to roll towards him and end up with her head on his chest. His arm was wrapped around her shoulders, making it easier for the two of them to remain holding hands.

How Kagome didn't manage to pass out after that, Inuyasha didn't know, though she'd been close once or twice. And when the sun climbed over the horizon, she only had to blink to see her husband in his normal form. Then, and only then, did she allow herself to sleep, only hoping that he did the same.

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Teeth Marks, Empty Nest, Picking Ritual | Writing Update

Hey People of Earth!

It’s been a hot minute since I last wrote a Moth Work writing update, and so here we are again for the final countdown! Today’s post will be covering everything related to chapter 12, 13, and 14. Let’s start with Teeth Marks, which I wrote probably sometime in February.

Teeth Marks marks the third part of Moth Work, called Wings, and the first chapter back in Harrison’s POV. I honestly can’t remember much of the writing process as it’s been a while, so let’s dive straight into the scene breakdown!

Scene A:

We start in the doorway of Eliza’s apartment where Harrison stands shook because a) his boi Lonan has answered it (scandal) and his mother, who he has been estranged from for the last four years, is also in this apartment (EXTRA scandal). Eliza ushers Harrison inside (and this is probably the only *nice* interaction they ever have, spoiler alert!)

Harrison is very shook, and also a little angry, and also a little confused! He doesn’t know why his mother is here, and doesn't understand why Lonan wouldn’t contact him to tell him she is here.

Him and Eliza get into a bit of a scuffle where Eliza is protective of Lonan and is like “who are you mate” and Harrison’s like hahahHA pardON. This leads to Lonan kicking them both out even tho this ain’t even his house!

Scene B:

We now move to the stairwell right outside Eliza’s apartment where she and Harrison have been sitting in awkward silence! Harrison notices she’s wearing his guardian angel necklace (which Lonan mistakenly took back in chapter 6).

This scene is instrumental in setting up how these two interact, which in short, is not! fun! for! either! They try to be civil but can’t help but be protective over Lonan for different reasons. Eliza because they are now sort of in a relationship, and Harrison because hahaha he’s been there, and also because Eliza is Lonan’s father’s ex! Why!

Lonan interrupts this conversation and him and Harrison have a lil private moment even tho Eliza is standing right there aahaha. Eliza leaves which prompts Lonan to go after her, and we end with Harrison all alone in the stairwell like a proper sad boi.

Excerpts:

I previously wrote some mean things about this chapter and am editing it out cuz we tryna be positive! Here’s some tender romance because why not! For context, Harrison has asked Eliza how much she knows about the nature of the boys’ relationship (she knows nothing!!)

He could tell her the truth. About the polaroids left back in Boston. What it felt like to kiss him underwater. What it felt like to dance with him, his clumsy instep. What it felt like to trace each notch of his ribs in the off moments he’d sleep and how wonderful it was, to touch the places his hunger would go.

Some more romance because yesss:

He pretends they’re alone at the cabin, somewhere on the water, sharing a sleeve of crackers, looking at the moon like it’s the other’s iris, somewhere where constellations read less like hieroglyphics and more like sonnets.

Let us move onto chapter 13, Empty Nest!

Scene A:

Harrison sits alone at the dinner table watching a TV show in a language he doesn’t speak. His mother interrupts this *chillin* and they get into a heated conversation.

This ends badly for Harrison, to which Lonan (who is presumably arguing with Eliza in her bedroom) comforts him and yeets the two of them outta that apartment! Knight in shining armour babyyyy

Scene B:

Lonan takes Harrison to chapter nine’s beautiful place (the cove).

They chat about their (fallen) relationship and Lonan + Eliza’s relationship that is apparently now flourishing (hahah it actually isn’t)

This turns romantical very fast!!! I am guilty of self-indulgence!!

Excerpts:

EDIT: I originally had an edit in here saying I didn’t have the mental spoons to edit this chapter which is why I wouldn’t share a lot of excerpts! This was very true haha, as I was amidst the worst mental health week I’ve had in years, but guess! who! tried! to! edit! anyway! This obviously was not the best idea and I pushed myself too hard. This led to me doing some crying and beyond that, a decision to take a few days off of writing (despite the fact that I didn’t want to). I’m feeling great now which I’m so grateful for, but just a note! Anyhow!!

This excerpt makes me laugh because it gives me “lonely man sitting on his porch in the prairies” vibe:

No one eats together. Lonan and Suzanna have already taken their pick, and Eliza eats in her room. Harrison hasn’t seen Lonan since he followed Eliza’s empty trail back into the apartment, and he hears him now, between the drone of infomercials and advertisements on the Spanish TV station he doesn’t even understand. Coming from her room, he can picture him, the way Lonan argues, competitive like he’s trying to win something. Suzanna sits on the balcony, maybe hiding a smoke, or something more ridiculous, new age, like an essential oil pen. Ribbons of grey luminescing in the neon lights. Maybe it’s more accurate to say Harrison eats alone.

This is the excerpt that I had a breakdown editing lmaooo I think it’s cute tho!!

Somewhere better is a beach. Hidden in a cove, the stones arched over seafoam. In the moonlight, sand glitters, water trills, a night owl in the distance wails. Lonan leads him to the cove’s heart, a bullet of clearing that reveals constellations neither recognize. Lonan’s brought a basket with him, unfolds the checked blanket across the shore. Harrison sits first, and observes as Lonan travels the cove’s perimeter, collecting driftwood as he goes. He stacks them into a pyramid at the shore’s lip, pulls out a lighter.

He starts the fire easily, cups the flame like it’s a jittering organism, coaxes it until it expands. The flame tints his jaw gold, glares in his eyes so they look like blue fire. The night halos around Lonan, burnishes the cove walls, turns the sand into a mirage. As Lonan nurses the fire, Harrison traces his face, the violet impasto around his eye. Lonan has always looked like a masterpiece to him, damp black hair that almost looks navy blue, a smile so subtle, it’s almost acquired. He holds the fire so it toasts his chin, his focus a delicate, paternal thing.

Picking Ritual is chapter 14 of the book! I wrote this during reading break, and it’s one of my faves a) because of the title and b) because Harrison and Eliza FIGHT (I’m here for the tea).

Scene A:

Lonan and Harrison get back from their self-care-gone-romantical escapade to drunk Eliza creepily sitting in the dark!! Harrison’s mother has left, which Eliza uses as cruel ammo (don’t we love her)!

This is where we really get to see Eliza’s other side as she gets gaslighty as a response to Harrison’s very true callouts

Scene B:

Later, Eliza may or may not purposefully leave her bedroom door open while mildly unholy matters occur that’s all I’m gonna say about that!!!

Scene C:

Eliza leaves her room to “get some orange juice” (she’s trying to get a rise out of Harrison, which works). They roast each other endlessly until Harrison asks her to play a game with him.

Scene D:

This game is a game of cards, which is actually Harrison choosing four cards (king of spades = Lonan’s father, queen of hearts = Eliza, the joker = Lonan, and a jack = Harrison) so he can learn more about each one he chooses for her.

This is where the chapter title comes from!

Excerpts:

The following is a self-roast because my house does all the following (besides magnets on ALL four corners of dishcloths, there’s currently just one. ;) Lonan in this scene is Fiona in that scene in Shrek 2 where Shrek and King Harold are arguing over dinner (CW: there’s a description here that could be potentially triggering for self-harm!).

Suzanna is gone when they get back to Eliza’s apartment. No jacket on the coat hook. No shoes on Eliza’s straw-woven welcome mat. The kitchen has been picked over, each plate, fork, back in its strangely correct place. Eliza keeps her cutlery in jars, and her pans in the oven, her dish cloths magnetted to the fridge by all four corners, a pristineness that feels chemical.

Just as he’s about to comment on it, a light from the living area flicks on, and underneath sits Eliza, paging through a book in the dark. Spots like wine stains on her cheeks shine glassy under the harsh lightbulb.

“She has a place twenty minutes from here. By the public gardens,” she says, running her fingernail against the ribbed spine of the hardcover. Harrison can’t make out the title. When he stares blankly at her, examining the patches on her skin until he’s memorized of their surface area, she clears her throat and shuts the book. “Your mother?”

“I know,” he says.

“That your mother has a place twenty minutes from here?”

“That you were referring to my mother.”

“So you didn’t know?”

ugh I love Harrison and Eliza arguing it’s my fave dynamic:

Eliza stands, and smooths the silk of her night dress, though one crease continues to bunch. She folds her hand into a fist, and brings it to her mouth, biting on her knuckles as she paces. Harrison and Lonan watch her, and Lonan’s about to step toward her when she nods and directs her gaze straight at Harrison. “Did that upset you?” she asks, peeling a sliver of skin up between her teeth, letting it snap back. “The way I spoke of your mother.”

“I don’t care about anything you have to say.”

Oof oof tensions be RISING:

Lonan knocks on Eliza’s door a half hour later and doesn’t come back out. Harrison watches the shut door like he can break through it from the couch, how heavy it sits in its frame like they’ve taken turns smearing caulking in its seams.

The nightglow decolours his chin, his eyes, and he stares at the stars as he did an hour ago with Lonan. He touches his lips, hoping something divine will reappear on his fingers, something divine enough to anoint himself with. Nothing does, of course, but he tries, dappling each groove of his mouth.

Here’s some Eliza being Eliza :)

He should tell her to buy some curtains. The sliding door’s glass opens to her balcony where his mother stood, pouring onto the busy street below her apartment complex. He can almost perfectly replicate the image of his mother with just his fingertip, a familiarity of her unknown, but unconsciously memorized by him. Suzanna has traded her only pair of shoes—a dingy set of floral flip-flops—for boots with silver zippers, steel toes, heels perfected by a designer she has a connection to. He thinks of his mother with sour precision, a sugary glumness that makes his mouth heavy.

He still wears the angel Lonan re-fastened around his neck and examines it against the belly of the two-seater Lonan once slept on.

She’s lost a stone from where he threw it, almost unnoticeably in the corner where her wings meet her back. He runs his finger over the empty spot, a nearly undetectable groove, and wonders how difficult it would be to find it in the tooth of Eliza’s hardwood.

Just as he’s prepared to get up and find out, the heavy door jars open. Wider than he’s expecting, so he can see Lonan from the couch. Arranged against a pillow, his hair disappearing into the dark wood of Eliza’s bedhead. His eyes closed, a tremor that rocks through his forehead every few seconds. And then quickly, Eliza shuffling through the opening. She wears a kimono patterned with koi fish, the fabric rustling against her bare thighs as she enters the kitchen.

Harrison watches her through his eyelashes, her half-up hairdo falling toward her face, the flash of skin pale, like the peel of the moon.

She grabs a glass he washed and fills it from the sink. Once a bulb forms across the surface, she tips it to her lips, and swallows deliberately.

Harrison watches as she checks the sink for unwashed dishes she knows aren’t there. As she adjusts a placement on her table that doesn’t need adjusting. As she spins herself on her toes around the kitchen island, her kimono splaying so he sees flashes of her thighs again. She dances like this back to her bedroom, where she sets her water glass on the dresser, and keeps the door wide open.

I can’t not share this part I apologize there is some spice but also Harrison’s iconic Gay (TM) takedown at the end brings me so much joy:

Eliza exits the room a half hour later, except this time, doesn’t dance. Still, she steps carefully, her toes taut as she patters against the floorboards. Harrison watches her with his arms crossed, and stays like that, even when they make eye contact.

She startles and re-adjusts her kimono, so the clip of her skin disappears. She’s combed her hair since she and Lonan finished, and it sits gauzy over her forehead.

“Have you ever thought of buying a deadbolt?” he says, watching carefully as she turns and grabs a glass from a cabinet.

The refrigerator thrills when she opens it, a wash of gaudy tungsten yellowing her face. She sucks on her lip as she pulls out a bottle of orange juice, glugging a cupful into her mouth first, and then into a glass.

“A deadbolt,” she says, a lightness in her voice—false innocence. “Why?”

“I’ve heard good things. Security. Privacy. You live alone, don’t you?”

She juts the orange juice to her lip fast, her chin bucking like she’s taking a shot. “I do.”

“You’re planning on keeping it that way?”

Eliza drains the last of the orange juice and rests the glass in the sink. She flicks on the tap so a stream splashes into its mouth like somersaults, diluting the juice until the glass cleans.

“There must be someone,” Harrison elaborates. He shifts, so his legs hang off the couch’s edge. The hardwood is cold, and for a moment, he feels like he’s stepping on water. “You’re seeing people, aren’t you? You live in Las Vegas. Good job. Decent apartment.”

Eliza shakes off the wet glass and sets it on the drying rack. “Are you interested?”

“I’m gay, but thanks. How does that work, anyway? Dating you. Would I send in an application? Self-addressed stamped envelope and all? Email?”

ugh more iconic Harrison I love him:

Harrison’s eyes focus on the lip balm and he imagines Lonan putting it there, his finger moving across her mouth and then down, like an anointment. “Isn’t that such a coincidence, then? You’re so selective, yet you manage to date two members of the same family.”

Her smile fades. Eliza clucks her tongue and wipes her mouth quickly with the back of her hand. Thoughtlessly, she refills the clean glass with more orange juice, and only realizes her mistake after the liquid sits precisely at the rim of the cup.

“Shit,” she says, wringing her hand out. “Shit.”

“I’ll drink it,” he says, and is already up and at the kitchen island before she puts another hand on the glass. Eliza almost scowls, but chews on her gums when she catches herself. She slides the glass across the granite, and a blip of orange juice jitters onto the surface. Harrison dabs his pinky in it and sucks it into his mouth. “I want to ask you a favour.”

“I’m not doing anything for you.”

He puts a hand against the fridge before she can move past him, and Eliza sighs, weaves her arms haughtily over her chest. “Cards.” The fridge rumbles to life under his fingertips, and Eliza jumps. “Play a game with me,” he says.

Sharing because of Harrison’s roast at the end, it’s really just one of those days:

Eliza’s a good shuffler. Easily, she dices the cards, the hard split of their edges when he usually shuffles almost non-existent. He’s only ever met one other person who can shuffle like her—his mother.

Harrison sips the orange juice as she shuffles the deck. In all truth, he doesn’t need the cards to be shuffled—he knows exactly which ones he needs. But her ease intrigues him, and he can’t help but feel mesmerized with each flitter of the deck.

“Where did you learn how to do that?” he asks after another long pull of juice.

She cuts the deck and continues. “My father.”

“I didn’t know you had parents.”

“I didn’t know your mother had children.”

“I don’t think she knows either.”

Eliza rests the shuffled deck onto the countertop and nudges it toward him. He hasn’t told her what game they’re going to play, and as Harrison searches for his necessary cards, the prickle of her gaze deadens. He keeps at task, combing each card and pulling out the needed.

“I would’ve liked to know.” Eliza says this nimbly. “You look like her.”

Another pick. “Every son wants to look like their mother. What a dream.”

“I meant that as a good thing.”

“And I meant what I said as a bad thing.”

What a way to end this update lol!

I’ll be back soon with an update for the final chapter in this book! I hope y’all have been okay in these times, I know it’s not easy. Let me know what you’re working on!

--Rachel

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Once she'd finished eating, taken her Wolfsbane dose, and waved everyone else off to their respective destinations, she flooed herself to the Tonks house where she was met with the comforting scents of warm milk and lavender.

"Hermione," Andromeda exclaimed in a surprised greeting. "I would hug you but..." she nodded to the sunshine-yellow head of the baby in her arms, happily gurgling around the teat of a bottle.

"No problem, 'Dromeda," she smiled and then bent over Teddy, cooing, "we wouldn't want the little man to miss out on breakfast, would we? No, we wouldn't."

She was awarded with a giggle that sent milk trickling down his chin and onto his sleepsuit.

"Oopsie daisy." She took the tea towel that Andromeda wordlessly handed her and dabbed at the escaped milk.

"Not at Hogwarts today?" Andromeda asked.

"No. Ginny said I'd be pretty useless with the way I'm in pain today. I was reluctant to agree with her but I'm sure cuddles with this one all day will be just what the doctor ordered." She sank down into the soft cushions of the sofa, relishing in the feeling, vaguely aware of Andromeda perching primly on the edge of the armchair across from her.

"I'm sure she did not say that you would be useless. You know that they look out for you as much as you look out for them," the older witch raised her eyebrows pointedly at Hermione. "And, having seen Remus in pain before the full moon plenty of times, I'm inclined to keep you here where Teddy and I can take care of you."

Hermione huffed. "That won't be necessary. I refuse to get in your way for more than today."

"Nonsense!" Andromeda frowned. "Anyway, as long as you're here, I can get on with some jobs that a baby definitely hampers progress of."

For the rest of the morning they chatted about inconsequential things, Hermione relishing in the easy conversation she'd found with Andromeda, while Teddy's grandmother took the opportunity her company provided to clean the house, respond to various letters and bake. It was surrounded by the soothing scent of grated lemon zest and the sweet mixture of flour, eggs and sugar that Hermione found herself drifting off, settled on the sofa after a warm cup of chamomile tea. Teddy lay on her chest, tiny fist scrunched in the tea towel that was pillowing his head, there to catch his drool as they both slept.

The Tonks house was so peaceful compared to the Burrow. Hermione loved her family, her pack, but the tranquillity was what she needed at that moment, hearing nothing but the rustle of the trees, the birds nesting in them and Andromeda humming away to herself as she baked in the kitchen. As she dosed, her consciousness picked up on the tap tap of an owl arriving at the window, brow crinkling slightly at the brief disruption to her restfulness.

Just as she'd dropped off again, a hand curled protectively over Teddy's back, Hermione was jolted awake by a dull thud and a muffled shriek from the kitchen. Teddy started wailing from being woken by her sudden movement, so Hermione clutched him to her while she stood from the sofa and murmured soothing words to him as she edged cautiously towards the open doorway. The thud happened twice more successively and when she was in sight of the kitchen table, she saw Andromeda sat there, bowed over the table top pounding a closed fist against it, muffling anguished screams into the material at the crook of her elbow.

"Andromeda?" Hermione called quietly, not wanting to shock the witch and upset her more than she already had been. But Andromeda only let out another long, troubled scream and this time, the loose items in the kitchen started to shake violently.

"Andromeda!" Hermione shouted louder, rushing over and pulling her up from the table while her and her magic continued to shake. "The baby, 'Dromeda. Not with the baby here. I'm sorry but you'll have to do this outside. You wouldn't want to bring the ceiling down on him."

She managed to push the powerful witch towards the door where she stumbled out and collapsed onto her knees into the grass. Hermione was torn, hearing Andromeda scream as she released wave after wave of anguish, but Teddy had to be her priority now. She rushed him to his cradle, trying her best to quieten him but knew she could only do so much when his grandmother was screaming bloody murder outside, and she was frantic with wanting to protect them both from the invisible threat. Teddy was such an intuitive baby. There was no getting past him that something was wrong.

Once she'd settled him as much as she could, Hermione ran back through the kitchen, heading to the door when she noticed a letter lying on the table. A letter with 'Narcissa' looping elegantly at the bottom of the parchment.

"Shit," she hissed to herself, a growl beginning deep in her chest, the pain in her shoulders and joints temporarily forgotten.

Not Draco, not Draco, not Draco she mentally repeated as a mantra while she focused physically on getting outside to Andromeda.

"Come on 'Dromeda. I don't care what Narcissa said in that letter. It's not worth this. Up you get."

Hermione grasped Andromeda beneath the arms and pulled her to her feet. She'd stopped screaming but she still had a look of anguish on her face and was still trembling with powerful magic, her long nails pressed deeply into the palms of her hands. Taking a calculated risk, Hermione summoned Andromeda's wand and passed it to her, keeping her own grasped ready in her hand and taking a few steps backwards.

"Come on," she said again, settling into a duelling stance. "You've got to get your magic back under control."

"What? No, Hermione! I'm not going to duel you," Andromeda pulled herself out of her frozen state, realising what Hermione intended.

"Whatever is in that letter has got your magic all built up with nowhere to go. You've got to release it somehow. Just a short duel, I promise."

"You're hurting though," Andromeda reminded her and, at her words, Hermione felt a sharp twinge in the shoulder of her wand arm, but she only strengthened her stance, shooting an expelliarmus towards the other witch.

Andromeda saw it coming, her eyes sharp to the slightest movement from watching over Teddy and put up her protego in the nick of time. The look she gave Hermione was one of confused shock and she still hadn't retaliated when Hermione cast stupefy.

"Hermione," Andromeda said through gritted teeth with her protego still in place. "Would. You. Stop." On each word she sent a jinx in Hermione's direction.

She was able to deflect Andromeda's own stunning spell, and block the incarcerous she sent her way, but she was unable to avoid the wordless levicorpus, her feet being yanked from the ground and pulled up in the air until she was hanging upside down.

The Tonks’ Residence is Hermione’s calm space away from the cacophony of the Burrow. Perfect for relaxing before the full moon... until Andromeda receives a letter from her sister that is.

Excerpt from Chapter 12 of Family Is What You Make It.

#my fic #moodboard #andromeda tonks #teddy lupin #aesthetic #hermione granger #fiwymi #werewolf!hermione

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