#late night writing

[wings-of-ink]

Well played. Well played. Clear a path people, I've got somewhere to be!

Guys, I’m sorry, I lied. I’m not going to publish the final chapter of Viatica on the 24th…

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It’s live now. 😎

[bitchcakegreen]

Thank you Nicola Coughlan for that scene. To finally see someone with the same body type as me in a scene of love like that, was moving and important. Bridgerton

[flowersforfrancis]

The sun watches what I do but the moon knows all my secrets. - J.M. Wonderland

[thespilledink]

Words whispered

in bedsheets

made me believe

we were in love

-h.h.

[tmntxthings]

Yk that dude who almost always gets run over whilst crossing the street in Rottmnt? Yeah.

You swallowed. Thinking to yourself as you looked across the street, that this would be the day. Today, you were going to make it.

The sign changed to green, the picture of a figure moving. Your left hand tightened its grip on the grocery bag you held. You wouldn’t continue to live in fear. That was a horrible way to live.

Without leaving your house. Choosing to never go outside again. Or more accurately, to never be a pedestrian again. Well…

You had tried to bike it before, but that had ended just as similar as the rest. Getting rushed from what seemed to be all around by a cacophony of noise. Sometimes you were freezing in place or being tossed around.

Each time had put the fear of death in you. Squeezing your eyes shut, holding your breath, only to count to three and New York’s street bustle was back to normal again. The sign changed to red, a raised hand took the place of the figure.

No villains being chased by mutants. Not almost getting sideswiped by huge vans. Each “miracle” as everyone would call it, was you being impossibly left unscathed.

Damn miracles. It was a curse. To constantly be on the verge of a heart attack! Seriously, no matter which street you crossed as long as it was in New York, you were doomed to the inevitable.

A free ticket to see your life flash before your eyes! Shaking your head you knew exactly what this was. You were stalling. Maybe you’d just haul a cab. Tell him to spin the block so it would just put you on the other side of the street. Where your destination resides.

Your apartment a shining beacon of safety, was within reach. Just one crosswalk. And you would be home safe. You looked down the street.

One way, then the other. Traffic. Cars. Streetlights. People. But this was how it always started off as. No sign of them.

Yet.

You sighed. This was all in your head. Just a bizarre reoccurrence of events. It couldn’t seriously happen every time you got on a crosswalk.

That would be insanity. That would be something out of a movie! Not real life. So as you siked yourself up, for a sixth time, your eyes made contact with your goal.

The three steps that led up to the door justttt across the street. This was it. You were doing this. You were gonna walk this damn crosswalk. And make it to the other side.

The people around you started walking. You joined them. The light still green, the figure in motion. A timer of thirteen seconds counted down.

Your eyes never left your destination. So you were ignorantly unaware of how the people around you, just dispersed. Moving off faster or slower. Creating distance, enough space, for you to have a bubble.

The hairs on the back of your neck rose. And as fast as lightning something went speeding by inches in front of you. Surprise, really should be the last emotion at this point.

Disappointment. Or acceptance was one more accurate as you jolted backwards. Arms raising and as if in slow motion someone was grabbing ahold of your waist securely.

There was a flash of blue as you met the gaze of who was holding onto you. One of the mutants you had come to expect. Green and a brightly colored mask. There was no look of shock on your face. Just one of exasperation.

He had the nerve to wink in this slowed down state of the world. Whisking you out of harms way in seconds, placing you back down, further along on the white stripes and was gone.

Off saving the day you presumed since you had done a little research on the vigilantes of NYC. They were the city’s heroes whether they admitted it publicly or not. Your heart betrayed you, beating faster than a hummingbird’s as you stumbled to the finish line.

Despite your lack of facial reaction your body was alive, hairs standing, trembling limbs and the breath practically sucked out of you.

“Are you okay?!” People were crowding around you now. A sense of déjà vu clouding your mind as the same questions were asked. The same exclamations pointed out.

“That must’ve been quite a shock!” And the like were a bit muffled to your ears. You couldn’t help but stare after where the chase had departed. Taking with them the few seconds of mayhem you had to endure.

Your mini heart attack.

That settles it. You thought to yourself in defeat. Marching away from the crowd, up the steps, pulling out a key to unlock the door.

You were in a movie. Some cliche action film most likely. And your role, your purpose in this world, was to almost die.

Just you know, in passing.

[daughterofcainandchaos]

trust me, if i could enjoy things casually, i would. sometimes, i wish i didn't have to tear my soul apart so i could leave a piece of it in every little thing that somehow grasps my attention & refuses to let it go. maybe i enjoy my soul being devoured by abstract concepts. and maybe i find pleasure in being hurt in ways that are so beautiful

[everythingloveandanimated]

Okay I REALLY HATE that I’m thinking about this.

At some point in a future book, Murtagh and Thorn confront the Eldunarí for not intervening more in Murtagh’s life. The two come to the conclusion that Murtagh was written off and abandoned by them and by extension, Thorn was too for hatching for Murtagh. Neither of them are happy about this.

Eragon and Saphira, if feasible Arya and Firnen, are present when this goes down.

Saphira is frustrated because Murtagh played a big part in saving her, Eragon and Arya and went to the Varden even though it was dangerous for him. Arya and Eragon agree that it shows poor thanks for Murtagh’s help.

The Eldunarí defend themselves saying the wanted to see how alike Murtagh would be to Morzan. Murtagh all but demands to know what evidence, in full context of any given situation supports the assumption that he’s like his father.

His treason was forced, he’s shown regret at killing Hrothgar, he spared Eragon and Saphira at great cost to him and Thorn. He’s protected younglings, is willing to forge relationships with souls of other races. He has proven himself to be brave, noble, and a man of his word. He doesn’t delight in cruelty…

Thorn invites them to look into his soul and when they have, Thorn points out that he hatched for Murtagh, and is surprised, though does understand their distrust for Murtagh, that they aren’t willing to trust his judgement on Murtagh’s character through his hatching.

The Eldunarí say they couldn’t be sure. Anything could happen to make Murtagh into the ruthless monster that his father was.

Murtagh shares that he’s only ruthless against opponents who threaten or harm what is precious to him or what he deems as worthy of his protection. He, backed up by Eragon, then accuses them of writing him off and abandoning him to suffer in Galbatorix’s court because of things he didn’t do.

Things get heated and then the bomb is dropped. If Murtagh proved to be a threat the their safety and the future of the dragons and Riders, the Eldunarí would strip Thorn of his name.

Shock echoes around the room before anger explodes. Murtagh is LIVID!!! Thorn recoils in fear before baring his teeth but his bite has fear in it since he knows that act of the dragon’s can’t be undone. Saphira, Eragon and Arya take the Red Pair’s side. Calling the act uncalled for and cruel given what the two of them had been through.

Saphira and Arya scold the Eldunarí saying that their threat spits in the face of the lives that Murtagh has saved, including their own. They add that stripping Thorn of his name would irrevocably turn Murtagh against them. Saphira vows to protect her brethren from their callous cruelty.

Eragon is reeling that the Eldunarí would do something so cruel when the number of dragons and riders is already so small. They watched Murtagh and Thorn suffer, did nothing to save Murtagh from the Twins when they had done so much to aid Eragon. They gave Murtagh and Thorn a compliance test after Galbatorix was defeated. Failed to aid them against Bachel (if there was anything they could do in the first place). Now they threaten to banish the name of dragon who hatched when/because his chosen rider was a captive of their greatest foe?!?! (Beep) that!

Eragon puts his foot down at that.

Murtagh and Thorn, Arya and Saphira and Eragon are still fuming from the encounter. Underneath Murtagh’s rage is a fear that the Eldunarí could make good on their threat. Murtagh doesn’t know where their line is. He won’t attack them until they strike first, and even then he hopes he can overpower them before Thorn’s name is erased.

Eragon, Saphira and Arya are appalled and disappointed (and some level of ashamed and embarrassed?) by the Eldunarí. Arya points out that if Thorn’s name was erased and Murtagh attacked them, it would give them an excuse to eliminate Murtagh so they wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore. Privately, she questions the history of riders that she’s known her whole life

Eragon is seething that they would dare harm his family member like this… and then it dawns on him. They had to know Galbatorix would want Eragon in his clutches for being a free dragon rider. They had to have known what kind of forces he would send to Carvahall to retrieve him and Saphira. They had to have known… and they did nothing to protect what was precious to Eragon. Not his uncle and childhood home, not the people of Carvahall, not even Murtagh who needed protection far more than Eragon did. A sudden terrible realization hits him… if all of this is true they didn’t care about Roran either! Even worse… did Selena die because the Eldunarí didn’t want to run the risk of her secret being revealed and Eragon being found. Did they turn a blind eye to her when she got sick? Was it punishment for marrying Morzan and giving him a son even though she had ultimately sided with Brom and had borne Eragon?

It is acknowledged that it’s not outside the realm of possibility. This is too far for Eragon. The Eldunarí meddling to save themselves has cost him most of his family, his loved ones, the leaders he respected and has damaged the relationships with the family he still has.

Eragon breaks down and eventually comes to the conclusion that, like Murtagh before him, he can reclaim his life and autonomy.

As punishment, all the Eldunarí on display are placed in the pocket in the wall with the corrupted Eldunarí. Eragon decrees he will not bring them out until their brethren are healed. He changes the magic on the pocket so that the Eldunarí combined can’t escape. He deems it a lesson in caring for others.

That night Murtagh and Thorn flee. Through lingering panic, Murtagh asks Thorn to say his true name, which he does. Murtagh asks him to repeat it several times until Thorn says it like a mantra lulling Murtagh to sleep.

The green and blue pairs find the red pair.

Eragon apologizes to Murtagh and Thorn for initially siding with the Eldunarí, and that he couldn’t stop Murtagh from being taken by the Twins, and he’s sorry for leaving in the first place instead of waiting for them to return so they could clear their names together.

Arya apologizes for not being able to save Murtagh and thus condemning him and Thorn to months of grueling torment and slavery. She vows to make up for her failure.

The trio and their dragons agree that they need to find a way to undo the memory erasing spells and stripping of names spell of the Dragons. The blue and green pairs promise to do their best to protect Murtagh and Thorn and affirm Thorn’s value and choice in his rider.

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Imagining Giyuu, barley conscious watching You stumble in front of him. Your clothes are covered in dirt and blood, they’re ripped and your exposed skin is scratched and bruised. The demon before you had a sickening grin as he lunged towards you.

Giyuu pushes himself up taking note the demon’s poison must of reached the arm your guarding. The demon notices too and lunges for your side. You can’t move fast enough and it seems he might kill you but Giyuu runs from behind it to take out its head.

He rushes over to you, barley able to keep himself upright. Like a prayer he calls your name, begging you to open your eyes until the Kakushi arrive. Hoping you’ll live even when his own body is turning against him.

Giyuu wakes up surrounded by the white walls of the Butterfly Mansion. His calmness leaves him when he looks over and sees you bandaged and bruised. He stumbles out of bed to your side. He’s careful to not touch you, scared he’ll somehow break you if he does. His head is spinning. Why wasn’t I stronger? How did I let this happen? What if they died? I’m a Hashira- I should of defeated it sooner.

Thoughts clouded his mind until he heard you stir. Your eyes met his and you smiled, “Hi Giyuu.”

And it broke him.

Only you could see this side of him, the emotional, crying, clingy side of him. The Giyuu that clinging onto you like this was all a dream and you would slip away. The Giyuu that gently (but hastily) kissed you like it was the last kiss you two would ever have. The Giyuu that hugged you close to avoid you seeing him crying. He said in a choked voice, “I thought I lost you.”

You wrapped your none injured arm around his back, “Of course not love.”

“Please don’t leave me.” He said it like he was asking any and every higher power out there to not take you. He couldn’t take losing someone else he’d grown to love.

You two stayed like that for what felt like eternity, blissfully unaware of Shinobu standing at the door.

[lilacs-stars]

so I went to a bookstore with my friend the other day, and they saw that a new book in a series they liked was released and they were like “omg! is it actually? no way!” and anyways they searched it up and saw that it was indeed another installment that was recently published, which they hadn’t heard about before. and then they were like “I wasn’t planning on spending more money but I have to buy this! I’m gonna have to pull an all-nighter tonight I just can’t wait to finish it!”

and maybe it’s cause I’m a writer, but like that kinda hit me hard because I want someone to be so excited over something I wrote?? idk like the thought of someone being so happy to read one of my works that they’d be willing to spend money and lose sleep over it is just crazy. I know it probably doesn’t seem like much, and maybe it isn’t, but honestly I feel like that would just be the highest honor as a writer. to have someone care so much about your writing.

it may be unrealistic, but I truly aspire to write like that. and I really do hope to reach that point where someday, somewhere, someone out there gets that excited to read one of my works. like that would honestly mean the world to me.

(idk if this even makes sense, I’m probably high off of sleep deprivation, so sorry if it doesn’t 😭 also sorry for my random ranting just thought of this ahaha 😅)

[jasminepicksflowers]

My love

꧁Xanthus met his deceased love?꧂

“Have you not found anyone that could suit your appetite?” Dontis asked as they roamed the nightlife of New Orleans. A simple headshake from Xanthus was all he received. Dontis sighed as they walked from busy streets to busier streets. “It’s too loud here. Let’s go somewhere else.” Xanthus said exhausted. Dontis followed along as they started walking to a quieter place near the river. The sounds of the city start to fade as Xanthus steps closer and closer to the river.

The soothing sounds of the gentle water eased him. Soft jazz started playing making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “There is a small cafe nearby, it’s very relaxing. And their food is good.” Dontis suggested to him. Xanthus turned his head towards the soft music and saw a small cafe next to them. He smelt the faint scent of coffee and freshly baked pastries. “Come,” Dontis ordered.

Hesitantly, xanthus followed along. Stepping inside the small cozy cafe, the bell softly rang, letting the barista know that there were new customers. A young beautiful woman sat in the corner beside the window, raised her head from her book observing the young men that had entered. Xanthus turned his head to the young woman as he felt a pair of eyes on him. His eyes widened as he looked at her.

His heart skipped a beat as he made eye contact with the woman. His deceased wife looks back at him. Hearing his heartbeat, dontis stepped closer. “Xanthus, what is it?” Dontis turned his head to the direction Xanthus was focused on. He froze as the familiar face of his friend’s deceased wife started back at them. Xanthus’s breath began to shake as did his body.

How could the love of his life die in his arms, only for her to be smiling back at him well and alive?

“Love…?”

Xanthus whispered under his breath. His voice was desperate, desperate to know that the love of his life was well and breathing. Desperate to know that the woman he sees is not a fragment of his imagination. “Excuse me?” The young woman said in a soft gentle tone, so much like his love’s. His heart began beating faster, and the sliver of hope he had once let go came rushing back. He hoped that what he had witnessed, was some sick twisted prank his enemies were playing on him. Seeing the state that he was in, the woman gave him a worried expression. “Sir, are you alright?” “Sir„ she called him. That one word echoed through his ears. That sliver of hope was soon cut by that word.

Who knew that by one word, you could crush someone’s heart?

His eyes began watering as he saw the once-concerned face of his lover. Dontis placed a hand on his back. “Breath xanthus, you are scaring her” he whispered to him as he gently comforted him. Xanthus analyzed her face, only to find soft freckles that his wife didn’t have. He let out a shuddering breath as his heart ached even more. “I’m sorry I….I thought I knew you. Forgive me.” He said before quickly exiting the cafe as tears started falling from his eyes rapidly. His body began trembling as he got closer to the river. Dontis followed after him, catching him in his arms as Xanthus crumbled into pieces.

Xanthus let out broken sobs as he pressed his back onto Dontis’ chest looking for comfort. He started gasping for air, only for his lungs to be met with tears. Dontis rubbed his arm gently, trying to ease him. Xanthus curled into a ball hiding his face in his knees as his hands grasped onto his hair in distress. “Easy xanthus…easy.” Whispered Dontis in his ear. Xanthus fell backward onto Dontis’ chest, gasping for air. He looked up at the starry night, hoping he’d hear his lover's voice talking about how much she loved the stars, her finger pointing out in the sky as she excitedly spoke to him more about her passion for learning more about what lies above. “Ah! Xanthus look!” She said excitedly as she pointed at the sky. “You can see Jupiter from here- oh! Did you know, that Jupiter was meant to be a star but it failed?! Because it was too small to handle the chemical reactions…. Xanthus.” Her voice began to fade as another started calling for him. It sounded so familiar yet strange. “Xanthus.” The voice kept calling his name. “Xanthus!” Xanthus blinked his eyes, finding himself still lying against Dontis.

“Are you alright? You passed out on me. I wanted to bring you back to my house but carrying an unconscious vampire is not a wise thing to do.” Dontis said, trying to get at least a smile from Xanthus. Xanthus got up dizzily, knees barely holding him up. Dontis got up holding him firmly under his arm. “I’ve got you.” He reassured Xanthus. Dontis then moved his arm around his waist propping him up. Xanthus walked alongside him, breathing heavily and groaning. “What have I done…?” He said in a broken voice as he pushed off Dontis. “I…I can walk on my own.” Dontis grabbed him by the waist and put Xanthus’ arm around his shoulder for balance. “No, you can’t. You can’t even stand properly without me helping you.” He sighs. “C'mon, let’s go.”

[fir-fireweed]

Little nonsense writing with Heron. Probably won’t make final cut but I needed a funny. 😊

[bitchcakegreen]

I’m not at all ashamed for laughing at this.

[earako]

Will probably flesh these out later buut rough outline of the aftermath of my Queen Valerin lives au

- Ballister and Nimona forgets to tell Ambrosius about Valerin. He goes to see if Ballister's at the tower, shouts in surprise when he sees Nimona and almost runs into the board game table when he sees Valerin

- "QUEEN VALERIN? A-AND...wait actually I am so sorry but I forgot your name-" "It's Nimona gold dick." "Val, please stop laughing." "VAL?!"

- Ballister catches Ambrosius up, Valerin sees some of Ambrosius injuries too and demandsnto know where he got them from

- "It's no big deal-" "Ambrosius Goldenloin, neither you or Ballister could ever succesfully lie, especially to me."

- accompanied by mom glare and Ambrosius finally admits he tried to stop the director and got shot with the same laser that supposedly killed Valerin

- "Never mind, you're grounded as well." "WHAT?!"

- A week passes, Valerin has fully stepped intk the mom role and helps mediate the tension between her 'kids.'

- "Nimona, Ambrosius isn't Gloreth." "She was my friend, you know. Then her mom said I was a monster." "Well she was wrong. We all were." "You sure about that, Goldendick?" "How we lived made someone like the director. Anyone- the paranoia- we need to change."

- Eventually Nimona helps Valerin get a new identity, change up her hair, change her name officially to Val now

- Although more and more often they find themselves calling Val "mom"

- Anyway, scarred, traumatized trio heals with the help of their Mama Val

- Nimona also gets grounded

- "I SAVED THE REALM?! AND AM 1000 YEARS OLD?!" "Yes, and you weren't evem certain if you'd come back. Don't pout now, it's just a month without energy drinks- Don't look at Ballister and Ambrosius they're not going to help you"

- Ooo or would Auntie Val be better...hm. Could always have them call Val auntie but when Bal and Ambrosius say auntie they mean it in a mom way while Nimona means it more in a grandma way...

[thespilledink]

To let you go

Is to lose you

But to lose you

Is to save myself

I need to believe

I’m worth saving

-h.h.

[kittybugz]

atheists: would you unbaptize a christian baby for a thousand dollars?

[daughterofcainandchaos]

i might be a bit unsettling at times but i still carry the childlike wonder within me i swear