#fireflysong writes stuff

[queenofbaws]

You know what? You're right and like 99.9% of these prompts on any given weekend do tend to be supermassive based, so as always just consider this a free space from little old me to write six-sentences about whatever fandom/series your heart desires 😘

In retrospect, she should've known - there was no such thing as a normal question in the FBC, or if there was, it was a self-contained sort of normal, a private language she'd be lucky to decipher before she turned ninety-five - even so, Jesse couldn't help feeling like Emily was overreacting.

The face she was making made it seem like she'd asked her for nuclear launch codes, not something as benign as, "You guys ever try fitting more than six people into one of those?" when passing one of the Bureau's many safety shelters and its ominous occupancy warning.

"I...no, that...it's out of the question, absolutely out of the question," Emily said, shaking herself out of her shock and back into the real world, "I understand where you're coming from, really, but after extensive in situ testing, it was categorically decided that six is the absolute maximum number of occupants a black rock bunker can safely protect from a House shift - more than that, and...well, the results...leave something to be desired, let's say that."

Behind her eyes, Polaris pulsed a shimmer of light that pressed down on her tongue like a question mark, and before she could stop herself from digging any deeper into this particular hole, Jesse asked, "...meaning...?"

Peeking up from the pages pasted to her clipboard like some sort of nervous bird, Emily flashed her an anxious smile, then beckoned she come closer after glancing both ways up and down the hall; "Once," she whispered, her lack of volume doing nothing to hide her academic glee, "just as a shift was happening, a group of seven people ducked into a shelter to wait it out, and when the door opened again...total...organ...transposure - all of their vital organs had swapped, completely irrespective of blood type, and the fallout...oh Jesse, the fallout was...terrible." She lowered her eyes back to her clipboard, shaking her head somberly, and then the mask broke and she let out a deceptively girlish little giggle, waving the idea off as she laughed, "I'm kidding of course, they all self-immolated, seven synchronous cases of spontaneous human combustion, we vacuumed up the ash and studied it for months, though."

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[love-fireflysong]

It was just supposed to be a weekend retreat in the Washington's lodge to remember the twins. And now Jess is dead, Josh is alive again, Mike is missing a couple of fingers, Ashley's covered in blood, and Chris' brain is just fried to shit from stress and trauma. But with Josh tied up in the shed and the night now half-over, it's time to lick their wounds and wait until Emily arrives with help.

AKA, the After (Mid?) Care fic that no one asked for but you're still getting.

[eurazba]

WIP Folder

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

Tagged by: @thosetrollkids and @autumnalfallingleaves (thank you I love talking about the million things I’m working on :3)

Now, I’m only gonna share stuff that I’ve worked on/touched in the last yearish (like 10ish months), because that’s about my mental timeline for what I consider a “current” or “active” WIP and this list would be unbearable otherwise.

Writing

-KIR Ch6

-Chapter 4 Arrival of a Shadow

-Josh’s Moving Lodge Ch 1 & 2, 3 & 4, 5 & 6, 7 & 8 (4 docs)

-Josh’s Moving Lodge Prequel

-Motherfuckin’ Assassin

-We Are Beings Ch 1, 2, & 3 (3 docs)

-Grandpa Douxie Au

-Time Lopop Ch 1

-Lyrics Lost in Translator

-Hammerhack Body intros

-The Santa Clause (but better)

-Stuck in Arcadia

-Over the Wall Au

-Sleeping Together Climbing Chrash

-Trobbit Au

-Jim the Unkillable

-Trollhunters Reboot

-Miraculous Ladybug Au the one with Jim & Strickler

-Binan Au

- Advisor Eret/Beefcake Astrid Au

-Good Place Au

Art

-Aloece and Aieoh

-bee girl

-Big Hot Demon Lady

-goopy

-la llrona

-LET ME FEED YOU ASSHOLE

-Lunar Chronicals wing au

-mmmmHOPT

-New Magical girl concept dark

-oh little torch shine redesign

-orig expressions

-salacious sarvik

-starin’ Sarvik

-Sunbutt corruption

-Sweetheart

-The high Wizards

-Thief and princess horse

-Tim you know damn well I’m not talking about the smoothie

-twirl

-yeehaw

-a family of furries

-angle dviel wofe

-anime peryton

-banama bread

-beeb

-books upon books

-Bronie Bee the HUmmingbird fox

-catch your lover

-i will protect you little warrior

-little hummingbird warrior

-tiiger

-trusona vs bronie bee

-unreadable

-Arcane Order redesigns/big focking bellroc

-catboy toby

-claire school picture

-dj kleb is in the house

-Lazy Lovers morning

-Paloma Pierce

-Sally Go-Chat

-Shakesperian Quotations

-toa ps5 animatic

-chawmp

-jml sketches

-poetic cinema

-the witch hannah

-until dawn kids renfest

-whatcha readin’

As you can see... I cannot tag as many people as I have WIPs... so I will tag a few people, who (as far as I’m aware) haven’t been tagged for this game already

I tag: @somethingscarlet13, @rockymaidenvixen, @love-fireflysong, @fiorephenomenon, @appendingfic, @babblish, & @elizabethemerald

[sammyloomis]

fic writer tag meme

god damn yall i got tagged by @love-fireflysong AND @queenofbaws, flattered so i am not much of a writer these days but lets give it a whirl ;w;

author name: fudgeroach :V

fandom(s) you write for: almost exclusivley until dawn!! but ive dabbled in some azumanga daioh and danganronpa stuff, and if we go WAY back i used to write twilight fanfic,,,,, it never saw the light of day so dont even try lookin for it

where you post: ao3

most popular one shot: Hot Mess which is a story abt ashleys drunk ass falling out from behind the partition and foiling the prank and thus saving everyones fkn lives :’] idk if i was expecting this one to be the most popular but thats p rad!!

most popular multi chapter fic: the squad be lit fam which is one of those chat fic things where everyones just chattin shit in a group text. i made it cause i wanted to do something goofy n fun between more serious stuff but reading it back its kinda just.... bad... not too keen on my characterisations, they all feel kinda samey

favorite story you wrote: hoooo boy idk if i even have a fave tbh tho maybe Dead Air cause i remember bein really hyped about posting it. even if it doesnt feature the ud kids that heavily, i rly Love my ghost au n thought it was a fun idea to have a couple of idiot internet people try and tackle the story of the blackwood tragedy 

story you were nervous to post: okay warning cause its porn. Closet Boinking. as im sure you can guess Why i was nervous to post it cause its fkn porn and thats all there really is to say on the matter (tho it IS my second most popular one shot so,,, clearly u guys like it)

how do you chose your titles?: sometimes i like bein rly cagey abt it and making it some obscure reference thats like 10 thoughts removed from the original concept, and sometimes its just as simple as me not being creative enough and just slapping something last minute into the title bar

how many of your stories are complete?: 13/17 and thats only cause theyre one shots fghjkl i Suck at multichap stuff

in progress?: uhhh 2 i guess?? the other 2 are vague enough that i could stop em now but tbh im probably not gonna be finishing any multichap stuff hh tho Hopefully the last chapter of Grapevine

coming soon: uhhHH NOT MUCH TBH FGHJK i cant even think of anything im writing that ill actually Finish rn. i have a few bits n bobs laying around, couple danganronpa one shots n half finished chapters, but im not rly confident in my writing skills to make more atm ;w;

upcoming story ur most excited to write: see above

do you accept prompts?: ahh not really, not for writing stuff anyway. but im always down for a drawing prompt!! lord knows im lookin for ideas all the time fghjkl cant garuntee ill do it tho

top 5 authors: hhHHH i HATE pickin people i know, im always scared im gonna forget someone so, in lieu of that, just assume that if ive left a review on ur stuff it means ur one of my faves (but it we’re talking like, published fiction authors i love me some ‘david wong’ for cosmic horror and ‘becky chambers’ for gay n emotional science fiction)

tag 6 people: DFGHJ AGAIN IDK WHO TO TAG FOR THIS so if u read this n wanna do it go for it!! i think everyone i woulda tagged already did this meme anyway ;w;

[queenofbaws]

Hi Queenie, I hope you can recover and recharge a little 💕 For the Fanfic Ask Game: ⏰🍰

💕💕💕 aw man, thank you so much, you're too sweet!!! i'm gettin' there!!! 😤

⏰ Do you spend more time reading fic, writing fic, or do you do both equally?

oooohohohoo, writing, writing, writing, hands DOWN. i would like to say, though, that it isn't for a lack of reading!!!!! i've really gotten back into reading fic the past couple years or so, so i DO read quite a bit, it's just that, uh, i have......all these words......inside of me. and if i don't wring them out of my brain often enough, um........i become.....strange. and peculiar. so most of my energy goes into writing for sure, hehe.

*also, due to my extremely less-than-optimal body, i get tired of looking at screens preeeeeetty quickly, like literally fatigued, so currently it's just plain easier for me to spend more time writing on paper than it is to read fic, alas 😔

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

man oh MAN, how to choose!!!!! i'm gonna have to go with the first one that comes to mind - the first one that ALWAYS comes to mind when comfort fics are mentioned.......... baby it's cold outside (so hold me tight in your arms and don't let go) by the incomparable @love-fireflysong!!! *chefs kiss* so good. doesn't matter what's going on in life, this one is exactly what the doctor ordered...every single time. ;P

wip wednesday - ask me stuff about my wips!

[queenofbaws]

May I ask 11,20 and 25 for the Writer ask?=D

11. Do you have a comfort fic that you always come back to? What is it?

i do! it's @love-fireflysong's baby it's cold outside, and if any of you out there in supermassive land haven't read it yet, BOY are you doing yourselves a disservice - go read that puppy NOWNOWNOW! hehehe

20. Is there a comment that you’ve gotten that has just stuck in your mind because it was so nice? If so, what is it?

so this is 100% a cop-out, but genuinely...GENUINELY any time someone mentions REreading a piece of mine in a comment? just??????? oh i see stars. i ascend to another plane of existence. esp with the longer stuff like t(a), that's...that's so much time to put into reading the words i throw out into the internet void, and it just gets me every. single. time.

(also i'm so, so bad at tracking who's who on what sites, but on ao3, a user named peccant once commented they "tore through the chapter like hannah's going to tear through these kids" and i would be lying if i said i didn't think about and giggle over that comment at LEAST twice a week adklsfjaskldfjksdfj peccant if you're out there, thank you, you've brought me such joy)

25. Got any ideas/spoilers for future WIPs you’re willing to share?

:)c

:Dc

i keep teasing it, but this time for real: i'm hoping to make a big announcement regarding the ghost hunting au/creepiverse in the next couple months, so...keep your eyes peeled! the only real spoiler i'm gonna give is i figured out what i want to do with the fridge ghost, and...

that's gonna be...everyone's problem. hehe.

writing asks!

[love-fireflysong]

Got tagged by @queenofbaws so lets do this! I haven’t written anything in a loooooong time but I’ve started on a couple of Until Dawn things so I’ll just take from there,

1. Do you have a favorite character to write? Who and why?

I’ve been finding it very easy to write one Chris Hartley so far, mostly due to the fact that not only are the two of us nerds, but I also went to college a few years back for Computer Science and Programming so I find myself relating to him very easily.

2. Do you have a favorite trope to write? Or one you want to write?

I’m always a sucker for sharing clothes or the cupped cheek in palm thing not gonna lie. They both just make my aroace ass feel such nice warm things. I’m playing with the first a little in one particular thing I’ve been working on, but I really wanna explore it way more in later stuff. The second though? Oh boy, is that one getting used a lot right now.

3. Share your favorite description you’ve written?

I really don’t feel like digging through some of the older stuff I posted on fanfiction.net years ago so I’ll just post something I haven’t even posted yet (sneak peek?):

Fully opening his eyes, Chris put out his hand and felt his glasses being placed softly and carefully in his palm, and also felt what he knew to be the scratchy wool fibres of his own sweater catching on his fingertips. He ignored the jolts of electricity that traveled from his fingertips, up his arm, and down his spine, just as he had ignored the stumble in Sam's voice and the question she had almost asked.

4. Share your favorite dialogue you’ve written?

Once again from the same fic cause that’s all I got sorry:

"Hey, you're the one that made the game up in the first place. You said that it was to help me understand the finer points of our English homework when we were kids, I'm just making use of the tools at my disposal." "Are you serious?" Somehow, her look of disbelief only got stronger. "When we were kids? We just did this only a couple of weeks ago when I helped you study for your finals!" Oh, now Chris couldn't help but grin, beaming widely at her as he lightly squeezed the hand he still hadn't let go of. "Exactly. Who."

5. Scene you haven’t written, but want to?

Oh man, so many. But I’ll say two in particular. The first is a moment between Chris and Ashley in the lodge bathroom just taking solace in the fact that the other is there.

The second is oddly enough just Chris hanging out with some classmates and working on a project in a much, much fluffier piece I have planned.

[love-fireflysong]

Technically I didn’t get tagged by @queenofbaws​ this week to do this, but she’s the reason I’m even doing this in the first place so she can deal.

So, this is being posted like suuuuuuper late, its after 1am on Thursday here, but its the spirit of WIP Wednesday that counts right? Right? I’m just gonna say it does...

Anyway, here’s a little bit more from my Until Dawn fic Twenty-Three!

This time, it was Chris' turn to shoot up in his seat. His hands grabbed at the edge of the table in a death grip as he frantically tried to push down the panic that arose at her voice, but judging from the looks of confusion on the other two faces at his reaction, it wasn't working too well. Bracing himself, he brought what he hoped wasn't a pained smile on his face and turned to greet the speaker. "Hey, Ash–" he flinched at the crack in his voice, "–What are you doing here?" and proceeded to barely hold himself back from smashing his head into the table. 'What are you doing here?' How sleep-deprived was he? This was Ashley Brown! Her natural habitat was the library for Christ's sake! He could count on one hand the number of times he hadn't found her just chilling in the campus library after classes.

And an update to my pokemon cross-stitch pattern as well! It’s slowly coming along! (And I mean slowly. I am currently on page 3 of 196. This is gonna take me literal years.)

Gonna tag @elliepollie​ cause for some reason she wants to see/read my shit! Here ya go darling!

[love-fireflysong]

Hey ya’ll! It’s, yet again, another Wednesday so you know what that means: project updates!! Gonna be honest though, I have gotten shit all done for writing for two distinct reasons. The first is that I got my copy of Persona 5: Royal in last week. The people I follow may be all over Animal Crossing, but P5 is my weakness and it is sucking all my free time away ngl. The second, and more acceptable reason, is that I had hit a road block on writing the fic in the first place. For the last two weeks, I would open the file almost everyday and just stare at it before taking almost two hours to write a single paragraph. I was not having a good time.

A couple of days ago I just decided fuck it, and just deleted the last page and a half of writing I had and decided to come at the scene from a different angle. But I really, really liked what I had so I’m gonna do something different. Instead of just posting a sneak peak into what exists so far, I’m just gonna give you the entire scene I scrapped. Think of it as a deleted scene I suppose? There are a few lines in there I really, really liked though so I’m hoping to incorporate them in the new and improved scene in time.

"...Are you feeling okay?" Chris struggled to find an answer that wasn't 'I'm fine. Just really tired. So tired in fact that I don't know how to talk to you normally. And not like I've been in love with you for nearly five years now. Which I am. Did I mention that I'm really, really tired?' but was saved by Ashley herself when she quickened her pace to him and slammed her books down next to his computer. Ignoring everyone else at the table she put her hands on his shoulders and turned him so he was facing her more directly. "Oh my gosh, Chris. When was the last time you slept?" He wasn't sure if was the exhaustion or the fact that she was suddenly right there that made him feel like his tongue had become way too heavy and large to be in his mouth. Despite this, he was able to move it enough that he was able to get out a single "Three." Ashley's eyes widened as she just gawped at him in horror for a fraction of a second before narrowing them in suspicion. "Three? You better mean that as in you last 'got up three hours ago' and not 'three days ago'!" Chris shook his head and tried very, very hard to not notice the fact that she was close enough that if he tried he could probably smell the shampoo that Ashley had been using since he had met her in seventh grade. "I slept a couple of hours last night." Which apparently had been the wrong answer by the way she still hadn't let go of his shoulders and had begun to chew at her bottom lip. "Listen, maybe we should cancel tonight and—" "No!" Chris couldn't say which of the two of them were more surprised at his panicked outburst. Ashley had backed up a little out of shock, but she still hadn't let go of his shoulders, while he just sat there with his mouth constantly opening and closing with no words coming out, aware that he was probably doing a decent impression of a fish out of water. He knew he had to offer at least some kind of explanation why the idea of canceling their plans tonight was such a terrible thought for him. But when the only words constantly running through his brain were 'I miss you and every second I spend with you is all I want to do', he was better off saying nothing at all. No matter how awkward this silence between them was. Until, that is, there was a very loud and very fake cough from behind him. He couldn't tell you if it was Lisa or Toshi who had coughed to try and get their attention or break whatever had been about to happen between them, but it had worked. Boy had it ever. Ashley had just about jumped to the entire other end of the library in her effort to put some distance between them and Chris had nearly fallen backwards out his chair as a result. The only reason he hadn't was because Lisa had reached over to steady his chair the moment it had started toppling backwards with him in it. He had also nearly starting crying tears of what had either been relief or dismay when Ashley had let go of him as well. Though that one may have just been the exhaustion talking. "Holy shit dude, you good?" "Y-yeah. Thanks."

And for those that care, an actual update on my cross-stitch piece! 

I completely finished the section I was working on this morning and I’m happy with it so far! Are some colors on the Pokemon probably (definitely) wrong? Absolutely! Do I give two shits? Absolutely not! It’s a KG Chart pattern so the colors tend to come out darker than initially thought, and I do not have the time or patience to color match 649 different Pokemon so ya’ll can suffer.

Also spoiler alert, but the next couple of weeks of sewing updates are just gonna lines upon lines of black. Exciting I know.

And now for tagging! Gonna tag @queenofbaws​ just because this entire fic is because of her and @elliepollie​ just because she likes to read my writing. She so nice....

[love-fireflysong]

Alright, let's sit my butt down and see if i can finish off my UD fic tonight. Let's do this.

[love-fireflysong]

wip wednesday #2 ho!

Got tagged by @queenofbaws for WIP Wednesday but I've decided to mix it up a bit! I’m still gonna post a little bit of the writing I’ve been working on so far, but I’m also gonna use this as a chance to do weekly updates of the cross stitch pattern I’ve been working on for the last year because why the fuck not! No one said that this had to be for only writing, right?

So first, a little bit from my newest Until Dawn wip: Twenty-Three! I’m gonna be honest here, I only have like a page worth of writing so far and this is literally the first few paragraphs, but I think that this introduces Lisa, Ryan, and Toshi’s personalities fairy well... 

"So, be honest with me here. On a scale of one to ten, how are fucked are we?"

Across the table from Chris, Ryan's voice was muffled as he groaned in response to Chris. He had laid himself across the table dramatically and had pressed his face into the grain of the wood. "I don't know man, a fucking thirteen?"

Next to Ryan, Lisa rolled her eyes and shoved at his shoulder next to her laptop. "You know, sometimes I think you would have been better off in theater than stuck in CST with the rest of us shmucks."

From the table, Ryan turned his head but didn't sit up as he looked suspiciously at her. "Is that supposed to be a crack at my sexual orientation? If so, that is extremely rude. I am suffering and you're making weak jokes about me being gay?"

On Ryan's other side, Toshi sighed. "She was clearly pointing out the fact that you turn into an utter ham at the slightest inconvenience. Now sit up."

Ignoring Toshi's request to fix his posture, Ryan turned to look at him instead with utter betrayal. "A ham? A ham?! Now your poking fun at my last name too? I thought we were all friends here, but instead I'm surrounded by traitors and backstabbers. This must be how Caesar felt when he got stabbed like 19 times."

"Twenty-three."

"I don't need your sass Lise!" Ryan paused for a moment, and then seemed to understand the importance of the number. "Oh God! Not twenty-three, not that stupid number again! I've decided that that number is now illegal and can't ever be used again."

At that Chris raised his eyebrows amused. "Aren't you 23 years old?"

Next, a pic of my cross-stitch project! I started this almost a year ago now but had stopped it a couple of months back for whatever reason. I only picked it back up about a week and a half ago I think. And during that time I’ve added the colors to the Mankey, Kecleon, Weedle, and Minccino cause I had stopped after finishing all the black thread in the left third of the picture.

[queenofbaws]

To celebrate the start of spooky season, consider this your excuse to write six sentences about ANY horror game/book/movie/show you want ;)

“This fog sure is something, huh?”

There hadn’t been any malice in his voice as he said it, and still it set every nerve in her body thrumming with fear; a million little tuning forks under her skin, vibrating her bones and tearing at ligaments, each playing the same note, the one that said ‘Run, run, this is wrong, this is how it happens, this is how it ends.’

“Uh huh,” she said, or breathed, or maybe just thought, too concerned with taking a casual step back, slow enough that he wouldn’t notice, wide enough to give her space to run, “It...it sure is.” And all the while she blinked back the tears welling in her eyes and swallowed down the taste of soot, knowing in her heart that anyone who could mistake the smothering smoke of an open fire for fog was someone who deserved a wide berth. She knew better, she really did, but all at once something he’d said before sunk home in that same fold of her brain, the spot where fear lived hand-in-hand with instinct, and she heard herself asking as though in a dream, “Who did you say you were looking for, again?”

“Uh...my wife, actually,” he said, the man who’d approached her, the stranger haunting the graveyard alongside her, and that’s when Angela knew - not just suspected, but knew - why he was there, and why she was there, and what he must’ve done for them to be standing on the same plot of earth, “Which is strange, since...well, she’s...she’s dead.”

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[queenofbaws]

Just because I like to make things difficult for you... Angela littlehope 🌸

Ex-ex-extra Credit

Rated T

It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. Really, it shouldn’t have. Thanks to work, life, and circumstances just plain out of her control, Angela missed a few measly assignments in her writing class. She wasn’t worried. Well, not until Daniel and Taylor got involved, at least. Now she’s very, very worried. Why? Because they’re convinced there’s more to John’s flippant “Yeah, sure, swing by during office hours and you can make it up” than just picking up a few prompt worksheets.

There isn’t, obviously, but...God, they’re awfully confident, so what if there is?!

...

If Daniel’s eyebrows crawled any higher up his face, Angela thought they might fly off into the stratosphere. They were making a pretty good go at it, anyway.

“Jokes like that don’t make you look clever, you know,” she said with a sniff, turning away from him and his salacious look to flip through her organizer. The syllabus for this terrible class was still somewhere in there, she was sure, and Lord help her, she wasn’t losing more than one evening running all around the English department, so John had better’ve put his office hours on it. Most instructors did that, of course, it was just common courtesy, but if there was anything John wasn’t, it was courteous. “All they do is make you look crass. Not an especially attractive trait in a man your age, Daniel.”

“Hey, hey! Whoa, wow? I get that this is a delicate moment and all, Ang, but you don’t have to come at the messenger like that, all guns a’blazing!” He peered from one side of the room to the other, but since class hadn’t technically started yet, there was still plenty of disorganization to give him cover. He scooched his chair a couple inches closer to hers and leaned in, not exactly into her personal space, but close enough that his elbow rested on her desk as he shielded his mouth from everyone else. “’Oooh, just come around after class and you can...make it up.’ C’mon! Everyone knows what that means! He’s totally trying to score with y - ”

Ah, there it was. She plucked the syllabus out and began scanning for office hours. “Please, Daniel. You know, you’re starting to make me wonder...were you dropped on your head as a child?”

He groaned, his head dropping to join his elbow on her desk. “The signs are there. They’re right in front of your face and you’re just swerving to avoid each and every one like a slalom. He’s totally hitting on you!”

“Mmm,” she hummed. “I’m taking that as a yes. And from a great height, too.”

send me a flower and i'll make up a fic (that doesn't exist [yet {because we all know how bad my self restraint is}])!!!

[queenofbaws]

Free space baby! Write whatever it is that your little heart wants here!

Despite the way Hawke was playing it up, the burn wasn’t all that bad now that he could see it up close, shiny and pink and hinting at how much worse things could’ve been if the spell had had a different target, one not so sprightly on her feet...not that anyone ever aimed for a different target when Hawke was on the field.

It was a talent, really, and one that had been causing him no small number of restless nights, of late.

“Do I get to keep the arm, do you think?” she asked even as his hands began to glow and her skin began to heal, the burn fading, fading, fading into a hint, then a whisper, of its former self; when looked up to meet his gaze, there was mischief glimmering in her eyes and in the shape of her lips, and he knew he was helpless to staunch his laughter.

“This time,” Anders said with a nod both sagely and warning, his thumb, unbeknownst to him, tracing lightly along the smooth skin of her wrist, “And if it’s all the same to you, I’d greatly prefer if there wasn’t a next time, Hawke.”

She hummed a jovial sound as if to say she couldn’t promise such a preposterous thing, but then her eyes flit downwards again, down to his hand, his fingers, and she opened her own such that they could brush, meet, dance their apprehensive dance over the open cup of her palm...right until Merrill (standing much closer to the two of them than either remembered) pointed out, “Anders, you do know healing magic doesn’t require you actually touch the person?”

“Thank you, Merrill,” he replied flatly, wanting so desperately to be frustrated at the interruption, but finding it impossible when Hawke tipped her head back and laughed like that, slotting her fingers so neatly, so perfectly, between his, “In all my time as a healer, I suppose I never learned that one, no.”

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[queenofbaws]

Happy spooky season to you! And to start this month off I for one would like to see some more of that outlast au from you! (if you don't mind of course lol)

It came as whispers, as quiet prickles at the nape of the neck, as the soft but insistent ringing of tinnitus, far-off but still all too close, warm as breath at the shell of an ear though colder than that, waxier than that, bringing with it the grey-blue shivers of a waterlogged corpse. It came as that, soft and slow and gentle, until it didn’t.

The roar of the Engine was nothing like the roar of It, of Him, of Her, of Them, of the Walrider forever and ever amen, because the Engine’s voice was choked with static snow and numbers (so many numbers), rooted in the heart and hearts of man and men, created, artificial, unfeeling, unknowing. The Walrider was none of those; ItHeTheySheWeThem spoke in syllables not meant to be heard but understood, to be absorbed into the mind as venom into blood, using a voice ancient but whole, unfamiliar but true, buzzing with the redhot head of a beehive driven to murder its own queen.

Whispers, whispers, whispers at the very back of their minds...but when that static chill gave way to something Else, something More, something that had always been there inside the mountain, something that had always been waiting, would always be waiting, would exist long after even their children’s children’s children were cold and ashen in their graves, that’s when it all changed.

Suddenly Blackwood didn’t seem so bad.

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Hmmm. Hmmmmm. Oh! You think you got any chrashley in the ghost hunting au?

The eeriest part of their investigation so far was the sheer intensity of Josh’s grin - true, the dead pigeon they’d found in the hallway next to the vending machine had been a close second, but the dead pigeon in the hallway next to the vending machine didn’t pose an immediate threat to anyone’s well-being in quite the same way that grin did. “So get this,” he said into the camera, still grinning that same grin even as he neared one of the doors and pointed, “Sixty years ago, in this very room, two newlyweds were found murdered in the middle of the night, still dressed to the nines in their formal wear - you know what that means, boys and ghouls...poor saps didn’t even get to consummate.”

From off-camera, Sam deadpanned, “A tragedy.”

Josh continued, completely unaffected by her comment, “Their throats were slashed, their eyes missing, and most bizarrely, no sign of forced entry or a struggle...and now, guests who stay in this room claim there’s an oppressive presence that, believe it or not, seems to specifically target virgins when it comes to hauntings, sooo...obviously that’s where Chris and Ashley will be spending the rest of this overnight - ”

“I - bu - man, fuck you!”

His grin only grew then, “So stay tuned, friends and fans - let’s all find out together whether these two can survive this virginal vengeance, or if they take the easy way out and learn what it means to go bump in the ni - don’t you drop my fucking camera, bro, Jesus Christ!”

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