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[missmoon2539]

Wordsnstuff January Writing Challenge

Day 1: Does it ever get easier?

A Drabble from my first book, Best Friends Til The End

Enjoy :)

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“Does it get easier?” Amelia said to Oliver, shaking in the shower. Oliver fought the urges to cry and carefully extended an arm out. Seeing that Amelia wasn’t flinching or rejecting him, he carefully set his hand on her back and rubbed it as a source of comfort.

“I honestly don’t know, Mia, but I’ll always be here with you, okay? We’ll get through this together,” Oliver desperately wanted to hug her, squeeze her so hard that he could squeeze the pain away. But he knew it wasn’t possible and he didn’t want to accidentally make her uncomfortable as she’s very sensitive to other people in general right now. He would call Sienna over but she’s also in the hospital. He should check up on her soon, she should’ve woke up by now.

He also really wanted to beat the guy who did this to her to death, but he knew that would get him in trouble and Amelia needed him right now more than ever.

“Let’s get you dried up and a new change of clothes,” Oliver said, shutting the running water and pulling the plug out of the bathtub. Amelia was fully clothed when she decided to step into the shower and turn on the tab, he’s gonna need to remind her to take her clothes off before she do that one day. She said it once that it was because she felt really uncomfortable in her own skin ever since the incident, but getting her clothes wet isn’t exactly ideal.

He left the clothes by the sink and closed the door behind him.

His heart broke every single day seeing his roommate, his best friend, and his crush like this. The fact that she flinched the first time he tried to touch her was terrifying enough. He knew she wasn’t to blame though. The guy that did this to her will eventually have to face the consequences, Oliver just hopes that by the time that comes, that guy wouldn’t escape from his punishment.

Want to know how they got there or what happens next? What was the incident? How did it happen?

Find out in my story on Wattpad under the same username, missmoon2539!

[fantasy-girl974]

He can do this !

A comics based on the start of Chapter 2 of the fanfic "One step at a time" by OuterWilde.

*** Trucy and Apollo were too precious here with Phoenix, I couldn't resist to draw this scene that made me laugh 🥹

[cajunfoxnight]

(Continuation of Rain's POV) Wish's expression turned to concern as Rain seemed to be floundering to get his words right. He could understand as much. They dont often-.. er.. ever, come across others out here, so this was a shock to all three of them.

As per usual, Reconstruct was awful when it came to any social interactions, and as such, not helpful in this situation what so ever.

'Come on there has to be something…!'

Wish's thoughts were interrupted by an idea that struck him. Reaching into one of his back pockets, he pulled out a small bag- dull in color, with the word "jerky" blurred across the side. Upon opening it, the smell of spiced dried meat came wafting from it. Putting on his best face, trying to look as least intimidating as possible (not that he ever could pull off such a look), he held the bag out to the boy.

"Oh! Are you hungry, maybe? Here! I have plenty of jerky, youre welcome to have some! No need to be shy, please help yourself!" The Eevee nudged the bag in Rain's direction, trying to entice him to take a piece. "Its really good~" he added with a playful tune.

He figured some food might ease the boy's nerves and maybe, just maybe, he'd be able relax around them. After all, who knows how long he'd been out here!

"Great.. youre giving him our food now, too.." Came the gruff voice of Reconstruct as he made himself reluctantly join the conversation. He reached into the offered (not to him) bag, and taking out a piece of jerky.

"…Would you like some too…?" Wish asked dryly, trying very hard to keep the sarcasm out of his tone.

"Well since you offered.." Reconstruct replied unbothered, biting down onto the dried meat, and tearing off a piece as he chewed it over.

Wish closed his eyes momentarily, drawing in a calming breath, giving up on any argument before it had even started.

Anyway..

"So, are you lost?" Wish tried again, then realized that was a silly question. "Oh- well I mean, its just that we dont see people out here very often-"

"Ever." Reconstruct interjected. "No one else should be out here"

"B-but.. you two are out here..?" Rain added, pointing out the hypocrisy.

Reconstruct only spared him a sharp glare. He didnt need this boy's sass. (Even if he did make a point.)

"Oh… well, ah.. its…. complicated.." Wish muttered, looking sheepish as he scratched the back of his head.

"And none of your business-"

"Would you stop that?!" Wish hissed back at his partner. "Youre not helping.."

Reconstruct shrugged indifferently.

Wish glanced back at Rain in the same concerned face as before, then back to Reconstruct. He kept his voice low, even tho there was little point as Rain was standing right in front of him, so any secrecy wasnt going to be very secret. "We should help him.. But where do we even start..?"

Finishing off his piece of jerky, and helping himself to another, Reconstruct didnt appear to share the same concern.

"I tell you what.." he started, "Since youre the one that found him, you can be the one to deal with him." He added a less than playful slap on Wish's back, the force causing the Eevee hybrid to stumble forward, thankfully catching himself before he fell over.

"W-well- Wait- What are you going to be doing, then??" Wish asked, confused.

"Hm? Oh im not dealing with whatever this is. You let me know when you figure it out." With that the Silvally hybrid washed his hands of the situation, excusing himself from the conversation. He walked a few feet away and found himself a spot on the desolate rock, making himself quite comfy on the ground; laying on his side, back turned to the other boys, and continuing eating the piece of jerky.

Wish's ears and tail wilted in defeat. He looked back to Rain who was looking even more confused now. He really wanted to put his mind at ease. After all, how else could they help, if he was too wary to speak to them? Putting on smile, he shuffled himself to be a bit closer (but not too close).

"Dont worry about him. He's a little rough around the edges but he's actually really nice once you get to know him."

There was a loud huff of disagreement.

Wish smirked in his small victory, even if it was only temporary. Now to get back to the matter at hand.

"So.. Uh.. How about we start this over, hm?" Wish cleared his throat, straightening up. "Hi! My name is Wish. You seem to be lost. Perhaps we can help you get home?"

(And then stuff happens here : D Wish is probably going to babble on like he knows what he's talking about and help get his new found friend home!.. Pretty sure anyway.)

[katieaki]

My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated! Read it here for free on my Patreon and vote in the poll! Here is a guide to get you started, the summaries of each part of the story thus far, the complete collected text, and FAQ, all in one place. They have everything you need to know about Lou, her requited-but-complicated love, the religious assassin who just beat the tar out of her, the worst person she's ever met, and the ill-advised journey she is on! There is also a discord where Pony Express readers from all across god's green internet can gather, here!

✨Read the update for free on my patreon & vote on what happens next! ✨Excerpt below the cut.

What did she even like about Artie? Nothing. She didn’t. So she’d had a few thoughts– when she was hurt, drugged, tired, scared, and convinced that she was going to die– that she liked and trusted Artie, but those hadn’t been her real feelings. She’d been glad that Artie was strong and competent because that’s what was needed for the occasion. She needed someone to haul heavy shit and read the map– it didn’t mean she had to suck her off about it. In fact, she’d only been put into the position of needing Artie by Artie herself. There was no need for her to even feel grateful. She’d been appreciative of her taking care of her and had felt desperate for her to keep taking care of her, but since when did Lou want to be taken care of? That hadn’t really been her thinking, that had been the drugs, the fear, and the concussion. Lou had gone her whole life taking care of herself. Why would she start wanting anything else all of the sudden? After almost thirty years of being her own and only caretaker, why would she suddenly find herself wanting someone else to do it for her? It was ridiculous to even consider. And Artie, of all people? The two of them couldn’t have been any more different. There was no way Artie could know what Lou wanted or needed. Artie wasn’t even stable enough to be her own caretaker, let alone Lou’s. She was a mess and a brute, not at all what Lou needed. Lou needed somebody who was sweet and warm, someone who was calm and elegant and beautiful. That was what she needed.

[illusionremember]

I don't know who needs to hear this but if you're working on line editing or copy editing a piece of your writing, and you're on your 10,000th pass and the sentences are all glossed over and you feel like you're missing all the things that need fixed? That's your brain hitting fast forward because you know what comes next and it's trying to skim.

Here's what you can do about it:

Stop reading from the beginning. Go to the end of your piece. Read the last sentence. Then the sentence before that. Work your way backwards, one sentence at a time.

Doing this helps trick your brain into looking at the sentence, by itself, for itself. You'll catch so many more errors and weird phrasing that's not working.

[arttrampbelle]

For frollo enjoyers

Made this for y'all.

[hamable]

I’ve been so caught up thinking about the fight sequences and the animation styles and the writing and the antics aand the everything about Spy Family Code White that I forgot about the Ferris wheel. Oh my god oh my god oh my god the Ferris wheel.

[malarkgirlypop]

MEDIC! - Teaser (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

Hey guys, i'm Kate and i'm new to this tumblr business, but i love writing and i love band of brothers so here i am...here to write and make friends with people who are here to do the same! There...is definitely more of this to come...like forty or so pages already written...anyway please enjoy this teaser/snippet and let me know what you think!

I sit in class, writing notes as the lecturer goes over the powerpoint of the class. My head hurts and I need to get a proper sleep, but life goes on before I can catch up these days. After the class ends I pack up my books and laptop into my bag as the other students file out of the class. I move slowly in no rush to leave. I have nothing to do after this except for study, which has been the normal now for three years. I am nearly at the end of my Bachelor of Nursing, only having this last semester to go before sitting my State Exam and then going out into the world as a Registered Nurse. The thought scares me that in about 3 months I will be properly in charge of patients and making decisions about their welfare. I shudder at the thought as I stand to leave the class, I make my way down the empty hallways as this was the last class for the night. I walk out into the cold night my breath showing on the air, I pull my cardigan closer trying to trap the heat that escapes me, the thin material of my nursing uniform offers me little relief but in my defence it was warmer during the day as spring poked its head out from the clouds bringing a lighter vibe to the air, teasing summer. I make my way to the now empty car park where my little car sits lonely, I unlock the door and slide in, sighing as I settle into the seat, today has been a long day. I plug my phone into the AUX, turning up the volume as I sing my way home. I get out of the car gathering all of my belongings before locking the door behind me, I turn to walk towards the apartment when a shimmer catches my eye, I double take focusing my eyes on the shimmering in the distance, I tilt my head unsure of what I am looking at as I move toward it. 

A large surface glistens like oil in water, it’s transparent though I am able to see details behind it; it looks like looking through a bubble. I reach my hand out hesitantly as I get closer to the glare, my hand tingles like having pins and needles. The odd sensation makes me snatch my hand back and I look down at my fingers. Nothing seems to be wrong, they are normal in colour and no trauma seems to have occurred. I take a breath, reaching my hand out again, willing myself to be brave, my fingers stretch out stroking the transparent film. I gasp as my fingers disappear into the surface like putting my hand in a pool. I try to wretch my hand out of the shimmer but it pulls me further, as if someone is grabbing my hand and pulling me towards them. I panic gripping at my forearm to tug myself back, dropping my books and laptop as I do so. I disregard them, more worried about my limb being sucked into the glimmer. The force becomes stronger. I dig my heels into the ground but it is no use as I watch my whole arm has disappeared, my head frantically turning as I look for help. The force becomes stronger and my whole body is sucked through, I let out a yelp, my body rolls forward as I faceplant into the dirt. 

A cheering crowd walks the street, I quickly get to my feet before I am trampled. “What. The. Actual. Fuck!” I look around, people cheer, sing and dance through the street waving flags, they move them so fast I can’t seem to recognise what flag they are representing. I gaze around. It appears to be a small village, people are dressed in older fashion than I am used to seeing, this fashion style hasn’t been around since the 40’s. My heartbeat accelerates, where am I? Where did that weird shimmer thing take me? 

A lady close by laughs taking my hands in hers. She spins us around, I pull away and she says something in a foreign language. My heart skips several more beats, what do I know so far? I am in a foreign village and seem to be very far from home and some weird I guess portal thing spat me out here. My breathing quickens, I spin around searching for something, even I am not sure what will help anchor me to reality. I feel suffocated as people bump and jostle me, the loud singing and cheering is overwhelming my senses. I try to push through the crowd needing space to breathe and think. My eyes lock onto a tall man walking through the crowd dressed in army uniform, maybe he could help me? I push my way through the crowd reaching the soldier. I grab his arm clinging to him like a lifeline, he turns focusing his attention onto me. I notice the man has grenades strapped to his chest and a cigar hangs from his mouth.  

“Hello!” I say loudly trying to be heard over the crowd, a thought hits me, what if he doesn’t even speak english. I brush the thought to the side, I still need to try. 

“You’re American?” he asks, confused looking down at me. 

“Yes, I was just wondering…”

“You’re a nurse?” He asks again, taking in my appearance. 

“Yes, but…” I try again. 

“How did you get here so early?” He looks confused, taking his eyes off me he scans the crowd.

“What?” early?  

“Are there other field nurses with you?” he turns his attention back to me. 

“I’m sorry?” This interaction is going the complete opposite to what I intended. 

“Did you lose the other field nurses you came with?” He seems concerned, his eyes darting around the crowd again. 

“I didn’t come with anyone.” I say thinking back to how I stupidly put my hand into the unknown substance. What the hell is wrong with me why can’t I mind my own business. 

“Come with me, little lady.” before I can reply his big hand takes my upper arm moving me in front of him. The other hand rests on my shoulder as he steers me through the busy crowd, his firm grip is strong enough I cannot turn to look at him, to show my apprehension of being manoeuvred through the crowd to somewhere else unknown. 

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Chapter 2

[romantically-yours]

I wanna pick up a girl and pin her against a wall and give her lots of lil smooches while we giggle like the little gay goblin gremlins that we are

[r0semultiverse]

"Who is Sora's father?"

I feel like the answer to that is fairly obvious. 👀

[grimalkinmessor]

We need a fucking Light Yagami Bashing tag because holy FUCK

[breitzbachbea]

France is so beautiful to hide the ugliness inside. honhonhon It's a pety bitch and we love him

Motherfucker made a deal with the devil for sure ... Though now I am wondering if that is a thing in French culture/folklore, like, do we have some prominent devil deal story over there? Getting sidetracked.

But YES, we love him for being petty! He is capable of both being a genuine romantic and kind soul and also the MOST MASSIVE BITCH EVER who wants to see the world BURN for his entertainment and ego. Love that for him. I mean, look at this poll for my latest AU FrUK subplot. Card-carrying messy bitch who lives for drama.

But I will seriously say that he is not uniquely ugly on the inside, most Hetalia characters (and indeed most characters period) are super sucky in some ways and genuinely cool people in others. I am as francophobic as the next person, but his beauty is not hiding more uglyness than Turkey's or Spain's beauty - or any of the Nordic's or Russia's or China's, depends on who is your type.

I mean, in the AU scenario I linked alone, there are like. At least three major cases of Everyone Sucks Here. Yes, François' prioritizing drama over his best friend's future, bc all the pettyness got her basically fiancé to sleep with someone for blackmail and he is not doing shit to stop HIS future husband from making another friend's life hell for the petty bullshit. But Gavin MacAllister being hellbent on not letting François marry an Englishman that Fran clearly doesn't seem to abhor, seems determined to have a fun marriage with, is also just. Ugly as fuck behaviour-wise. And Arthur trying to make everyone else pay more than hell for bothering him... Honestly, if he hadn't pissed off Gavin and my Irish boys before François based on snobbish reasons, Arthur would be the least of an asshole, because Gavin's being an entitled prick and François is encouraging it. He is not uniquely terrible, really not, so ... not that much beauty required, really. Hima just hates me specifically by making a Frenchman this heavenly handsome.

[dizzydyke]

bro has a fixation on silence. Bro is nonverbal at the function and thinking about the function of not speaking .

[peachesgarden-hasmoved]

scene from chapter 2: lily and amanda talk about amanda's mission and her powers as a magical girl

if you read the rest of the comic, here it is :3

[void-bitten-ghost]

Okay I just had a dream where some sort of fae humanoid creature was trying to shape me into.... something? By having me witness and act in horrors???

It was a group of us humans and a group of fae and one of the people with me said they found something in thier grandma's collection that was like. A powder? But it turned out to be iron based and we used it in the water on the floor to sever and protect all the other people who'd been caught up in this horrible dreamlike situation. The problem with that, though, is I still wanted to know why. Why the hell this Elias Bouchard from Magnus Archives talking all seeing bitch had been so set on just giving me enough information about the scenes that had been set up to solve them myself but at great fucking cost.

Anyway while all the other fae were burning and retreating back behind a dark souls fog wall this fucker turns back and, to my utter surprise and delight, starts answering my questions while walking around in the iron tainted water like its nothing. So not fae then. Or maybe far too powerful for a diluted powder to affect? Either way it was like. Huh. This bitch really was going and then stayed just because I asked/he chose to. Ite. Lemme just re-evaluate real quick.

But yeah, they were trying to.... make an apprentice? But that wasn't the right word. A follower? They were making something, but it needed to be with a willing participant. Told me about failed attempts, about how after all the simulations the previous people had passed they'd frozen like deer in the headlights when a real creature with ill intent came at them. I was looking at their petrified remains when he/they said all this, so the evidence was there. I believed them.

I mentioned it being ridiculous that after experiencing what I'd just gone through and surviving that the people would choke Then of all times.

That's when they decided walk up behind me and show themselves as a Creature Of Ill Intent, still vaguely humanoid but with no discernable features other than a mouth and eyes. Too many eyes, all looking at me far too intently before stepping even closer, pressing me back into the statue-like corpse of someone who came before me and failed. It's saying something about fear responses, maybe how they're predictable?

Anyway yeah that's when they/it proceed to try and scare me by showing off it's sharp teeth, scraping them over my shoulder while evil monologing and uh. Long story short it had The Opposite Effect of what they were intending and I think I may have freaked out a creature of nightmares so much it made me wake up

Edit: I think it was the fear of being late for work that attracted the creatures that fed on fear so like. Go Capitalism I guess

[honey-stick]

"our first meal in four days" you guys are such idiots forgetting you literally have a tangerine grove on your ship. you have a whole garden. stupid ass strawhat crew (i love them)