#tentatively ready for NaNo already lmao

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Find the Word Game XXVII

tagged by: @oh-no-another-idea!! my words: deliver, drive, death, dog tagging: @drippingmoon, @drabbleitout, @space-writes, and open tag your words: basic, ground, bed, after, before, during

deliver (Eternal)—

"I suspect he may still be harboring resentment toward me." Thrive sounded strangely casual, as if he were relaying information pertinent to their route and destination. "Resentment for what?" a familiar voice chimed in. It took Warren a minute to realize it was Varussa. Thrive didn't answer at first. "I've been distant lately. He deserves a level of presence from me that I'm afraid I can't deliver at present." "Is it that you can't deliver it, or you won't?" Guetry asked with an edge. "Because likely unbeknownst to our great and powerful leader, there is a difference." Warren blinked, his blood running cold at the callousness slithering around Guetry's question. He could imagine Thrive's face, the venom in his glare as each second of silence ticked on. Warren shook his head, ignoring the chill that bolted through him.

drive (Warpath)—

Warren looked around wildly for an answer. Scot was utterly lifeless beside him, still as a board and just as expressionless. The only signs of life in him were his flashing face seams, as if he'd begun to overload or compartmentalize his own emotions onto an external hard drive previously unseen. "Please," Warren choked. "No. This…this isn't real." "I didn't want it to go like this," ——— said. "I didn't want you to find out like this. I wanted to tell you sooner but I was told to ease you into it—" "How," Warren demanded, backing up until his shoulders hit the bulkhead. "How is this possible? How…?!" "I'm not me." ———'s eyes shone apologetically, with sorrow. "I'm not…I'm not the ——— you know. I'm not even supposed to be here. And especially not for long." The floor warped beneath Warren's feet. "I watched you die. I…I watched you die." "You did." The corners of ———'s mouth turned downward. "And I watched you die, too." Jasper was as lost as he could be. "...Is this a ghost?" "Yeah," ——— said, strained, looking at Jasper for the first time in a while. "You have no fuckin' idea, pal."

death (Meridian)—

Upon approaching Veneve's star system, Thrive stood at the front window of the Rodedra, a deep scowl of concern on his face. Warren stepped up beside him and got a look at the view—the star appeared to be a lot further along in its death than anticipated. Even from their temporarily safe position near Veneve's orbit, the sun looked different, more compact and bright blue. "Not good, guys," Thoeala said. "That thing could go off at any moment." "If it supernovas while we're evacuating the planet, there's no time to get away," Thrive muttered distractedly. He passed a hand over his chin. "...And I'd say the odds are astronomical in favor of that happening." Warren narrowed his eyes at him. "You sound okay with that, which is giving me more anxiety about the steadily rising possibility of you eventually becoming a supervillain." Thrive lost himself in his head for a few seconds. "Do you think I could stop it myself?" "You becoming a supervillain? Absolutely not. That's gonna be inevitable and not even you could stop that."

dog (Meridian)—

"Do not go after him." Warren's blood turned to ice. "What?" He shook his head. "It sounded like you said...it sounded like you said not to go after him. But that would be ridiculous, because we all need Thrive back, and we need him back in one piece." He regarded the orb with a hard look. "Right?" The messenger ceased its gentle bobbing in mid-air and became concentrated light near the viewscreen. "His capture by beings beyond our realm of knowledge has been—" "I don't know if you realize this," Warren interrupted, "but I've been around a long time. I've seen things I never should've seen and yet I've forgotten more of my trauma than half of my species has ever lived. I've got nothing but time, my guy. If you don't wanna help me, that's your prerogative, but I'll be damned if you think I'm gonna let you tell me not to find Orthrive'poliea because it's 'too dangerous.' I'm not scared of you or them, so fuck your entire selfish, righteous people for the big pile of dog-shit nothing you've done for me and him." The orb exploded outward, its light intensifying along with a window-rattling roar, like the scream of a blazing comet, filling bones with dread and ears with pain. It sent a chill down Warren's spine, injected him with necessary rage. When the onslaught of light and noise finally ceased, he did a visual sweep of the room to assess everyone's status, then turned back to the orb. "...Did you not hear what I just fucking said," he said darkly.

[oathkeeperoxas]

so like. almost the most recent line that I’ve written from each of these fics. maybe cause I’m doing camp nano this month I can make some progress

Cody has a tent set up that he’s going to share with Kneecap and Freeze while they’re on this planet, and he arranges a schedule with them which ensures that one of them is on active duty at all times for their brothers to look to if needed, and for General Kenobi to coordinate with if something unexpected happens. That means Cody will only share with one other person at most when sleeping, which he thinks he’ll be able to manage. He doesn’t account for Bones muscling his way in the first night, grumbling and waking Freeze. “This place is ripe for infection,” Bones says, throwing down his kit and stripping his armour. “And who knows what fauna is out there ready to take a bite out of us. And it’s all probably poisonous. Tell me we’re not going to be here for long.” “Just until we get to the bottom of the intelligence we received,” Cody says. “And if you’re going to stay here, hush. Freeze is trying to sleep.” “Don’t worry about me,” Freeze says, leaning up from his bedroll. “Always happy to listen to the medics.” “At least someone has some sense in here,” Bones sniffs. “Cody, which bedroll is yours?” “On the end,” Cody says. “Didn’t you bring your own?” “Yes, but I’m joining them,” Bones says. Cody can’t help but look at Freeze, who is regarding Bones and Cody with a growing smirk. Cody gives him a flat look that warns him to not get the wrong idea, and turns back to the datapad he’s reading.

tbh I am growing fonder of Bones as I write him... blorbo from my brain. OCs are so powerful

It’s – like nothing Cody could have ever imagined, all wet heat and pleasure, and his elbows give out so he collapses into Obi-Wan’s arms. “Ah,” Obi-Wan says. “Yes, like that. And you can–ah!” Cody’s body seems to have far more of an idea of what’s going on than he does. His hips are already moving, deep and quick inside him, and Cody groans, burying his face in Obi-Wan’s neck. He was built for pain, for labour, for work – this pleasure is too much. Far too much. He can feel it rewiring his brain in real time, laying the foundations for a different set of expectations of what’s possible.

yknow, reading this, I don’t think I’ve ever written a first time for Cody from Obi-Wan’s pov lmao

“I was just thinking,” Ben murmurs. “About how it’s been ten years since the war ended, and how you’ve been here for five years now.” “I don’t know if that first year really counts,” Cody says, though he’s remembering it now, too. How he had skated around the galaxy, but had slowly fallen into Ben’s orbit. He had seen the possibility of it from the first time, but he had still come back anyway. He’d wanted to come back. To be here with him, even then, when he had been so hurt and lashing out against anything in the galaxy had seemed like his only option. “It counts to me,” Ben says. “Because…” He takes a deep breath. “From this point on, we’ll have been with each other for longer than we were apart.”

codyben real otp hours....

the way I am attempting to free myself from these wips augh… I just want them to be finished so I can move on!! I’ve had them for nearly a year now! Why can’t they be finished!