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[therealgchu]

❤️‍🔥WIP Game❤️‍🔥

tagged by the lovely @staticpallour. i love these games. thanks for the tag!

Rules: make a new post and share 1-2 sentences from your most recent unposted WIP(s) with zero context – Let your followers guess!

Sam got up and slowly drew the clean shirt and pants on, trying not to throw up again, and shuffled to the door.

A guard stood by, “I don’t want to see ANY part of you in this jail again,” he barked, and shoved Sam out of the cell.

tagging @esorydoolb, @lochley, @eliteseven, @thatsgoodsquishy0

[fangbangerghoul]

✨Writing Interview Tag Game✨

Tagged the other day by @roguishcat Sorry this is so late I turned off my notifications at the start of my semester. I've been really stressed lately.

When did you start writing?

Kindergarten. Jk. Um...fanfiction? 2007/08? It was personal writing with a friend in a bunch of notebooks. Didn't start posting till 2022 when The Batman came out. (dont look into this fact)

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I almost exclusively read Vampire/fantasy Romance. So, there is a difference. There have been a few books outside of that category I tackle but its normally related to my college work. I do think those horror/goth themes seep into my writing.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

I do not think my writing has been compared to any other writing, at least not to me directly. I do really love the world building Charlaine Harris created. It is so lovely and to be able to write such an addicting 13 book series is something I hope to achieve as well.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

I'm lazy so here's a picture:

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

It used to be absorbing other content by other artists but lately I couldn't tell you. I've been considering quitting writing for some time because I just don't enjoy it as much as I was.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

Yes, angry violent woman. No it does not surprise me. There have been some themes of sexual assault and abandonment. Also doesn't surprise me.

What is your reason for writing?

Community. When I started writing in 2007/08 it was with a friend and the comradery filled a need I didn't have. I started again last year and found some community. It was great for the time being. Now I am not sure. I know most people say you should write for yourself but being a depressed person since the age of 9 it hard to center yourself like that. Another reason I am thinking about just quitting for some time at least till I find that spark again or reason.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

When the parts I had the most fun writing get complimented. I also appreciate the comments that pull favorite quotes. They are really wholesome and make me feel like my writing is appreciated.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

I am okay with being the writer of the story that lives rent free in the back of your mind because it had such a mind-blowing event. Or maybe just a story that is thought of fondly occasionally.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Perhaps character psychology?

How do you feel about your own writing?

Right now, I am not my biggest fan but that's okay. I really wish I had a more poetic approach to writing or at least better with descriptions. I worry sometimes my writing is all events and no emotion.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

Though my reason for writing is community at the end of the day when I can write I try to focus on stories I will enjoy or need to get off my chest. There have been a few fics in the past I wrote solely for mutuals, and I do not mind doing that because it brings me a lot of joy to create for others.

(I know some of the answers may have sounded a little sad. I want to clarify I am not looking for sympathy this is just truly how I feel at the time being and that is okay. I am okay with it.)

Tagging with no obligation:

@bearlytolerant @interplanet--janet @staticpallour @lisa-and-shadow @therealgchu

@soloavengers @arisenreborn @dryad-of-the-dogwood @eridanidreams @kimberbohwrites

[toxiclizardwrites]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks to @therealgchu for the tag!

I don't have anything to share this week. New meds have been kicking my ass and I've been tired, but also haven't had a ton of motivation to write. Instead, here are links to my works on AO3 if you want to check them out:

(currently all Starfield)

Dancing in the Dark - rated mature, a one-off fic with my OC and Delgado dancing at the Last Nova

Love and Rage - rated mature, my main Starfield fic

On The Key - rated mature, a short fic in progress with another one of my OCs and Delgado. In this fic they go get Kryx's Legacy together.

[silurisanguine]

Writing Pattern Tag Game

Thank you @vorchagirl for the tag. Oh this seems an interesting one!

Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there’s a pattern! I tag @eridanidreams @thatsgoodsquishy0 @a-cosmic-elf @therealgchu @fangbangerghoul @order-of-the-eye @aislingdmdt @toxiclizardwrites @samcoesclub @staticpallour @themortalscout @lakritzwolf @lisa-and-shadow @atonalginger and ANYONE who wants to play!

1- Recollections of a past life - Seren always felt a little giddy every time she stepped onto the Eye. 2 - Deus Ex: Ludus Anglicorum -They'd won, so Alex had said, but there were too many unanswered questions that needed answers.

3 - Chasing Your Star Until I Reach Home - Waking up sobbing had become a regular occurrence for Seren.

4 - An Emerging Shadow - Kiara Black, to all appearances was a daughter of good parents from a good old Morley family.

5 - A Meeting of Hope - Jonathan now knew what he needed to make this Tears of Angels formula William Marshall had mentioned in his memoirs.

6 - Bitter Femme Fatale - Mary crouched on the rooftop for a moment; watching her brother rush around, helping people, pretending still to be a doctor, to still being human.

7- Some Doors Should Not Be Opened - Jonathan could feel Clarence’s fear as he opened the door to let him in.

8 - Through The Looking Glass and Beyond - It had been agony as he died.

9 - Savages - Jonathan woke from a dream, a dream of blood and fire.

10 - To See Beyond Forever - Billie Lurk hadn't planned to save The Black Eyed Bastard when Daud had first given her the mission; but when she saw his screaming face, his writhing torso captured within stone, something broke inside her. Well the pattern i see is my opening sentences tend to be short! Though, they try to instantly set the scene or mood of the piece.

[esorydoolb]

Snippet Sunday

tagged by the awesome @therealgchu thank you very much!

Ok this is more like a super rough wip as I haven't been productive with writing recently, been finishing artfight (which was a blast) and taking a break in-between exams, but - I'm working on it again. My disastrously-slow-to-update CP2077 fic ...

I don't know when it's gonna be ready, but in the meantime, you can check out the previous parts in the series. They work as stand-alone chapters too and explore V's character and some side plot.

Part 1: Mitch and Scorpion and

Part 2: The Job (Interlude with Max Jones)

And a preview of Part 3: With the help of my friends, which should tell you what it's gonna be about:

Last night had been mildly unsettling. The fact that he was losing his consciousness more often, together with bits of memory of the moments surrounding these events, should have been a dark red warning sign. The plus sign was that the problem seemed to mostly affect his head, whereas the rest of his body was functioning normally outside of the sudden attacks. Which was why he was even more eager to take the fight up to the Raffen Shiv right now – consider it a warm-up for the bigger battle that was to come. If he couldn’t handle a little scrap between rivaling clans, who was he to think he could threaten the most dangerous megacorporation in the world? Even Johnny Silverhand had not been largely on his own when he had infiltrated the Arasaka Towers – and look how badly that had ended. Yeah, V’s little problem was the direct result of that attack.

Panam. And Mitch. Dealing with their worries seemed like the easiest, most pleasant task he could think of in comparison. Yeah, he couldn’t lie. He was actually really looking forward to seeing them again. 

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Tagging anyone who would like to share, I'd be happy to read!

[ashlynstarfield]

nine people I'd like to know better- tag

Thank's for tagging me @therealgchu. I enjoyed reading yours, sorry I was so slow to reply...

Last Song - Skyrim soundtrack because I'm trying to write but I just end up doing everything BUT writing at the moment

Favorite Color: Green, a sort of classic, "forresty" green is my favourite but I like most shades of it really.

Currently watching: in between series right now. I watched the film Solaris (2002) yesterday.

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Sweet but trying to cut back, hehe. Italian ice cream is the best!

Relationship Status: Dating but nothing serious

Current obsession: STARFIELD haha. Also I had to play Firewatch again so hence why I don´t have time to watch series as well lol.

Last thing you google: Parking rules for car camping in Norway, lol

Eeeh I don't know if I even know nine people on Tumblr yet but here we go:

@garifish @cycian @s910 @skinnypig2 @elle-enasalin @ronqueesha @mason010 @varuunsith @starfield-incorrect-quotes

Sorry if you have been tagged before!

nine people I'd like to know better- tag

(tagged by @starchildghost !! 💕 thank you sm!)

Last Song: Orion by Metallica

Favorite Color: Lavender (can probably tell if you’ve seen my blog lmao)

Currently Watching: the clock as I wait for work to end

But fr absolutely nothing…anybody please help me I feel like I haven’t seen a proper show that I’ve loved in ages 😭

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Spicy!! Also sour I feel like it doesn’t get enough credit

Relationship Status: in our sad-girl post breakup party era!!!

Current obsession: Baldur’s Gate 3 (very sorry to everyone whom I spam w that content lol) and cooking as of late

Last thing you googled: my student loan provider bc I refuse to bookmark the website out of spite 💀

I’m tagging: @mason010 @order-of-the-eye @aira-besque @therealgchu @enidkinnie @burgerwaste @wiksxx35 @fangbangerghoul @5iveby5ive

[therealgchu]

Snippet Sunday - To the Shore Style

been working the main fic lately. got a bit more to write up, then should have a new chapter friday. the narrative is kinda vignette-y because instead of actual, straight-through events, it's setting up the next story arc. but, it's all thematically the same. the next chapter will be called Home.

that said, tagging the coemancer crew for snippets today. share 'em if you got 'em.

if you wanna read To the Shore from the beginning, it lives here on ao3.

my other works are here on ao3.

little wee sneaky peeky

Her lips fell into a moue. “What?” he asked when he saw her expression.

“Umm…I don’t actually care for cake very much,” she answered.

“WHAT? How can you not like cake?” Sam demanded incredulously. “Everyone likes cake! It’s delicious!”

“I’m not fond of sweets, in general,” she explained. “It’s not that I dislike it, it’s just not something I go out of my way to eat.”

“Oh my god. My opinion of you has totally changed. What’s wrong with you?”

“The fact I don’t like cake very much is what has finally convinced you I’m crazy?” she laughed. “Not my abandonment issues, or how I grew up, or that I can’t relate to normal people. But, it’s my opinion on cake that’s finally keyed you in?”

He held up his hands, “Hey, relating to normal people is overrated. That’s not what’s beyond the pale…”

“But not liking cake is?” she asked.

“I’m not the one that said it,” Sam countered.

After a moment of studying him, she declared, “Sam Coe, you are a very strange person.”

He shook his head in disbelief, “I’m not the one that doesn’t like cake.”

[therealgchu]

WIP Wednesday - The Pilot

i have a WIP! started chapter 2 of The Pilot.

tagging the coemancers. share 'em if you got 'em.

Chapter 1 is here on ao3.

how much do i twist the knife?

“How are we affording this trip?” he heard his mom ask his dad.

“Keep it down, Grace, do you want Sam to hear?” his dad whispered back, “you’ll have the boy asking questions he shouldn’t be.” 

“Jacob…” his mother started again, but was cut off.

“You know my new position pays significantly more than before,” his dad whispered back.

“But, this much? This is a lot, Jacob,” she asked.

“Don’t worry about it. That’s my job. Yours and Sam’s job is to have fun on this trip,” he answered.

“I am going to worry about it,” his mother hissed back. “First the vacation, now new skis for Sam? This is too much!”

“It’s not too much, for either you or the boy. I told you not to worry about it,” his dad retorted, and Sam heard his dad kiss his mom. “I want to do this for you and Sam. You know how I was raised. I don’t want to do that to him.”

“I know,” his mom whispered back, “I’m just worried.”

“Trust me,” he said soothingly. After that Sam snuck back to his room. The whole thing gave him a lot to think about.

About eight months ago, his dad got a huge promotion in the government. Sam was really proud of his dad because his new job was super important. He even came to his first grade class to talk about what he did. Honestly though, Sam thought it sounded really boring, lots of meetings, legal and lawyer stuff, and always having to wear a stupid suit everywhere. And, his dad was rarely home now which made both him and his mom kinda sad and lonely. Right before his dad got the promotion, they would go out to the batball field and his dad was teaching him how to pitch. Now, even when he was home, his dad had no time to play with him anymore. With his dad off-world half the month, his mom had to change jobs, too. She wasn’t going off-world as much, and had set up a lab in the same room as her darkroom equipment. Though, she still did pull him out of school on occasion to go dig up some new rocks around Akila, a habit she started when he was in the first grade, but not nearly as often.

When his dad was home, he wasn’t as fun as he used to be. He was always buried in paperwork in his office. He never had time for pitching practice. He also seemed to have a lot shorter temper. Come to think of it, Sam decided he really didn’t like his dad’s new job. He’d have rather had less money and more time with his dad, and things back to what they used to be.

[therealgchu]

WiP Wednesday - Anamnesis

previewing something i started working on. not very far with it, and as i outline it, it'll likely be a limited, multi-chapter story called The Pilot.

tagging the coemancer crew, and anyone else that wants to share their WIP. doesn't have to be fanfic, can be any art.

my Anamnesis short stories are here on ao3.

my other stuff is also on ao3.

just a peek

“Come on, Sam,” the six year old boy’s mother called from the ramp. “Let’s get going.”  The tow-headed boy, with a stuffed ashta in his left arm, and a model NASA Saturn V rocket in his right hand, raced up the ramp.

He stopped and looked at the landing module in wonder. This was going to be his first trip off world, and they were going in his dad’s ship. He’d been in ships before, but those were just for flying around Cheyenne, nothing big. But his dad’s ship had a grav drive! It could fly to other planets!

A lot of the other kids in school had been off-planet; either they were born somewhere else, or they had family they’d visit on another planet or moon. Sam was born in Akila, and all of his family lived on Cheyenne, so they never went anywhere.

They were flying to New Atlantis! Almost no kids at school had been to New Atlantis. They’d only been to the dinky moons like Codos. New Atlantis was on Jemison, over twenty-four light years away! He actually had no idea how long a light year was, though he did know it measured distance, NOT time. His mom told him that. Mom was a scientist, a planetary geologist. She came to school and talked to his first grade class about what she did. She looked at rocks to tell how planets were made. Sam liked going rock collecting with his mom. But Dad kinda got annoyed with them bringing back the rocks into the house. Then Mom would give Dad a smile, and he wouldn’t be annoyed anymore.

Mom had a big meeting to go to. A “conference” was the word he heard. He had to look that up in the brand new dictionary Mom gave him when school started. She said since he was a big boy, starting first grade, he’d need it. He spent all night with a flashlight under the covers reading it. He learned a lot of new words. Then he his dad got mad at him for being up too late.

[therealgchu]

WIP Wednesday - Seven Days

hey, look at me with a post! tagging the coemancer crew this time since i'm actually posting! @silurisanguine, @atonalginger, @eridanidreams, @toxiclizardwrites, @aro-pancake, @bearlytolerant, @order-of-the-eye, @fangbangerghoul, and whoever else i may be missing.

so, my main fic is on a bit of a hiatus while i wait for my thinky-blob to process some stuff.

in the meantime, i started writing a new one. it's a short, 7 chapter series called Seven Days. it's a stand-alone piece, not necessarily tied to my main fic. however, since starfield is all about (spoilers?), it gives you an amazing playground in which to play.

this story has been floating in my mind for about a month. and it was just recently that she demanded her story told. i don't know why, but as i was trying to bang out what to do with my current chapter, she rose up and said, WRITE ME. so i am.

the first chapter will go up on friday. i warn in advance that this is a pretty dark story. no fluffy, warm and fuzzy in this one.

Seven Days - Day One

“You’ve made a big mistake,” the blond yelled, getting ready to charge the Starborn. The Starborn grav dashed and closed the gap before the blond had a chance to even unholster the laser pistol at her hip. The Starborn withdrew their revolver, the one they specifically modded for this purpose and held it inches from the blond’s face.

The woman held her hands up, “Why are you doing this? Who are you?” she demanded. Her voice triggered a memory in the Starborn’s mind of another blond woman’s last order to them so many lifetimes ago. You need to grieve. You need to stop. This isn’t what he would have wanted. The memory flashed by in a blink of an eye. The Starborn then cocked their head in a quizzical fashion. “I am done with you ordering everyone around, Sarah Morgan,” they said flatly, and pulled the trigger. The revolver’s explosive round obliterated the woman’s face, shattering her skull into fragments.

“NOOOOO!” a man screamed from the direction of the garden, as he came charging into the room. The Starborn turned to see him run towards them, and their vision swam, almost graying out from the shock. Not him, never him. Why was he even here? In all of the universes they’d been to, he was never here on this day, which is why they always picked it to raid the Lodge for the artifacts. So why was he here now? They instinctively released an anti-gravity field, which stopped the man dead in his tracks, floating but unharmed, as he continued to yell and swear at the Starborn.

Several pirates reported that the hostages were safely locked away, and no one was harmed more than necessary. They nodded and instructed three to remain with them, and the rest were free to loot as desired, and reminded them that all of the rooms had safes. “When the anti-grav field dissipates, I want him taken. If you have to, knock him out, but do not harm him any more than that. If you do, you will answer to me,” they instructed, as a tiny ball of plasma started forming in their hand as punctuation. The pirates nodded fearfully, and did as they were ordered. The man tried to make a break for it when his feet touched the ground, but he wasn’t a match for three against one. One of the pirates knocked the man out cold with the butt of his rifle. “Take him and throw him in the brig. If you have to, drug him,” they ordered.

The Starborn grabbed the artifacts, turned on their heel and strode out of the Lodge.

[therealgchu]

alliterative WIP friday

so, i haven't had much of a chance to write all week. but, i'd been working on some stuff previously. hopped back to my main fic, and i've got some bits and bobs going on there. we'll see how it goes.

To the Shore lives here.

my other stuff is here.

sneaky with the peeky

They made their way into Ebbside, the dampness making Hwa’s hair curlier than usual. Sam could see the tension in her shoulders, and her lips narrowed to a thin line. She stopped within ten feet of the entrance, eyes wide and alert, taking in all of the sights. “It’s only been a seven months since I was here,” she said softly, “but it feels like lifetimes.

Sam stopped and took her hand, “I’m here for you,” and he smiled encouragingly, “for whatever you need. OK?” She nodded and continued walking. She led him to the sleep crates, and found the one she was looking for.

“This is where we lived when I was little,” she whispered. “Me, Mom, and Seong.” After a beat, she added, “It’s so tiny.” She walked into the crate and sat down on a dilapidated chair. “When I was little, it didn’t seem small to me. It was my world.” She threw her arms out, “This whole area was my world. Seong and I used to race up and down there,” she pointed along the railing. “We and the other kids would dare each other to hang off the sides. We were all such shits, scaring tourists.” Hwa picked up a small piece of metal and hucked it over past the railing.

Sam stood in the doorway, nearly blocking all of the light into the tiny cubicle. This wasn’t the first time he’d been in one; there were more than a few occasions in his younger years that he slept off a night of carousing in one. But he’d never had to share one with anyone else. He tried to imagine what it was like with three people in one of these things, but his six-foot frame couldn’t. He assumed that Hwa’s mother was about the same size as Hwa was now, and she and her brother were small children, but it was still unthinkable. He wrinkled his nose at the smell, a mixture of fish, urine, oil, and unwashed bodies.

“I was actually born in here,” she said, pulling Sam out of his reverie, pointing to the cot, “only we didn’t have that, but a plain mattress on the floor.”

“What?” Sam asked, shocked, “no hospital?”

Hwa scoffed, “We couldn’t afford a doctor. Not a lot of people down here have ever even seen a doctor,” she explained. “There are midwives, however. And, a good number of older women that might as well be midwives.” She stood up, “Oddly enough, the first time I saw a doctor was when Seong and I were dropped off at the Syndicate. They had us checked out, first. The Syndicate’s not interested in sick kids. Bad investment, and all.” She walked over to what was the “bathroom” and looked at herself in warped metal that was meant to be the mirror. “I was thinking about what you’d said about not being able to remember your mother well. My problem is I remember almost everything. Ironic, that.”

[therealgchu]

Snippet Sunday - The Pilot

notice the new graphic? this is the start of the new fic series that'll go up friday. tagging @eridanidreams, @atonalginger, @fangbangerghoul, @@esorydoolb, and @sailor-kaiju (c'mon, show me what you're working on!) and anyone else that wants to put up a snippet or art.

it's part of the anamnesis series, and goes into how sam became one of the best pilots in the settled systems. it starts at age 6, and goes till he joins constellation. much of the themes will be about generational trauma, and how we break out of it, and fly away.

also, a reminder that Chapter 2 of Spooky Action at a Distance is up on ao3.

my other stuff on ao3.

sneak peek

Jacob had his hands full navigating re-entry with a rambunctious six year old on his lap who kept trying to pop up to see out of the cockpit windows. Truth be told, the man was a serviceable pilot, at best. And, at the moment he was regretting his decision to let Sam sit on his lap as he adjusted the nose to tilt upwards so the heat plates would take more of the brunt of the friction from re-entry. But, Jacob knew that when Grace looked at him like that, he couldn’t say no. 

They had met at a function at the Rock ten years ago, and to this day, he never knew why she asked him out. He wasn’t great looking, and she was beautiful - tall, flaxen hair, blue eyes the color of the Akila sky after it was washed clean by rain, and the longest legs he’d ever seen on a woman. He was just a mid-level civil servant with the FC, working mainly in trade, while she had just finished her Ph.D., dashing off to newly discovered planets to uncover the origin of how solar systems were created. He’d gone to the function because his buddy, Ben, who’d just joined the Rangers, wanted a wing-man. Turned out Ben didn’t need a wing-man, and Jacob was left alone at the bar. He’d been contemplating leaving when Grace walked up to him. Of course he’d noticed her earlier, she had swarms of people around her vying for her attention all evening, yet she arrowed in on him. From that moment forward, they were inseparable.

Sam was a bit of a miracle baby, as Grace wasn’t sure she could carry to term. They tried to conceive again shortly after Sam turned two, but it wasn’t to be. Medical science still could fix only so much, and her pregnancy with Sam put too much of a strain on her body. Instead, they lavished their love and attention on their only child. He might have been a little spoiled, at least compared to the way Jacob was raised, but he was such a sweet, loving boy, that it didn’t seem to make a difference.

Jacob was thankful that Sam took after his mother in looks, the same blond hair and clear blue eyes, rather than him. He also took after his mother in his disposition and brains. He was fearless and open with everyone, just like his mother, and sucked up information like a sponge. Jacob, on the other hand, was by nature cautious and even timid at times; and he knew he didn’t have a great mind. He was built to be the low-level bureaucrat that he was. Grace was reckless and spontaneous; sometimes too spontaneous as there were several times when he had to haul her out of trouble. In all, however, they made a good, complimentary team, smoothing each other’s edges.

Sam, however, seemed to distill the best qualities from both parents. While fearless, he already showed signs of good sense, and he had a kindness and thoughtfulness that his mother sometimes lacked. By the time the boy was three, Jacob felt that Sam was intended for greatness, to bring back glory to the Coe name. He knew that he was never going to; his own father drilled that fact into his head often enough growing up. But for Sam, he was going to move all of the Settled Systems if he had to, to give the boy all of the opportunities to reach his destiny.

[therealgchu]

Anamnesis - The Crush

new story up for Anamnesis called The Crush. it's the story of sam bringing home his crush when he was 15.

as keeping with the image above, this is all very sweet and wholesome. i mean, c'mon, the kid is 15.

btw, if you're wondering what anamnesis means, it's greek, and generally means recalling of memory.

if you want to read the first in the series, it's here on ao3.

the rest of my stuff is here.

being 15 sucks sneak peek

Despite having the desk furthest from the classroom door, Sam was the first out when the lunch bell rang. He almost sprinted to Chunks and got his usual lunch order: eggs, beef, chicken, potato, special sauce, and cheesecake for dessert. He then dashed to the top of the city walls where he could assemble his grotesque sandwich in peace, and imagine he was out past Akila City finding things Solomon had never found. All of the guards knew him, and since he didn’t cause any trouble up there, they let him be.

“Hey,” a voice said behind his back. He whipped his head around and saw Joe, hands shoved in his pocket looking out at the view. “You come up here a lot?” Joe asked.

“Yeah,” Sam grunted.

“Nice. Nice view. Beats that shitty schoolyard.”

“Yeah.”

“So, a Coe, huh?” Joe asked, cocking his eyebrows.

Sam blushed again, “It’s not a big deal, OK?”

“Yeah, I get it. Family sucks,” Joe said.

Sam nodded. “Yeah, it does.” He paused, looking out past the walls, “You cool? I mean about me being a Coe?” he asked.

Joe shrugged. “Can’t help who your family is. We’re cool.”

“Good, good,” Sam nodded.

Joe moved to stand beside Sam, causing Sam to have an explosion of butterflies in his stomach. The other boy looked at Sam’s food and scrunched up his face. “What are you eating?” he asked disgustedly.

Sam grinned, “The Sam Special. Your favorite Chunks, smash them together, little bit of secret sauce, and you get the best damn sandwich this side of the Settled Systems,” he said proudly.

“Oh god, you eat that shit?” Joe asked in disbelief.

“It’s great! Try it!” Sam offered the Sam Special to Joe. “I dare ya,” he added.

“This is your lunch?”

“Every day,” Sam said proudly.

Joe eyed the food warily. He picked up the sloppy concoction, and took a small bite, and immediately gagged. “Oh, god!” Joe exclaimed, spitting out the food over the other side of the wall.

Sam laughed uproariously, “You gotta have a stronger stomach than that!” he roared, shoving the rest of the “Sam Special” in his mouth. Joe took out a Boom!Pop pouch and drank the whole thing down in one draft. “What do you have for lunch?” he asked the other boy.

Joe pulled out a wrapped up sandwich from his coat pocket. Despite being squashed, it was clear that it was nicely wrapped and well made. The boy unwrapped it, and Sam could see that it was a reuben. His mouth started watering. “My mom still makes me lunch. Pretty lame,” Joe said. He saw Sam’s eyes, and offered half the sandwich to him. “Here,” he said.

Sam’s hand started to move, but then held back. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m sick of them. She makes them every day. Go ahead.”

Sam gladly took the sandwich and wolfed it down. “It’s only me and my old man, and he’s a terrible cook,” Sam said, his mouth full of sandwich.

“Where’s your mom?” Joe asked.

Sam swallowed the remaining sandwich and looked down, running his hands through his long hair. “Umm,” he started.

“Oh man, she run off or something?” the other boy asked.

Sam shook his head, “No, she died when I was seven.”

“Shit, I’m really sorry. That sucks.”

Sam shrugged, looking at the horizon, “It’s not a big deal,” he said, trying to be cool.

Joe slapped him on the back, “No, man, really. That sucks bad. I bitch about my mom, but she’s actually OK. I’d miss her if she was gone.”

Sam smiled gratefully at the other boy. “Thanks, dude.”

“Not a problem. Just, don’t make me eat that shit any more,” Joe said and play punched Sam in the shoulder.

[therealgchu]

Snippet Sunday - Sam's Wild Night

this will prolly go up soonish? i'm going into trial crunch time this week, so i dunno how much i'll be writing. it's almost finished, but i'm expecting long nights and working over the weekends for the next couple weeks. first trial since 2021.

that said, this is the start of a new round of flashback stories, part of the anamnesis line, but its own since it'll be spicy, and i don't want the tags to get muddied.

thanks @fangbangerghoul for the tag! tagging anyone else who wants to share their snippets today.

Anamnesis stories are here.

To the Shore is here.

sneak peak coming in spicy (this section is pg, actually).

Sam was sitting in a booth in the Astral Lounge, a beer in one hand, a shot in the other. He was waiting for his boss to show up, but decided to start the party without him. He’d just gotten done with a haul out to Niira where his grav drive decided to throw a fit. It took hours to fix, and he was lucky to have been able to even limp to Neon. His usually clean-shaven face had a day’s stubble since he had just enough time to take a shower and change clothes, but not much more than that. The stubble was still pretty blond, and not very visible.

While he was waiting, an attractive couple came up smiling. “Aren’t you a bit young to be here?” the woman asked. She was a stunning blonde with hazel eyes, and legs that went all the way up.

Sam smiled at her, “I’m 20, darlin’, more than old enough to be in here,” he answered cockily. “In fact, it’s my birthday today.”

The woman smiled, “Happy birthday, then,” she purred. She gestured to the empty seat to the left of Sam, and he patted the spot. She sat down, “Claire,” she said as she held out her hand. Sam took it and kissed it. Claire smiled then gestured to her companion, “Dane,” she said, introducing him. Dane sat down to Sam’s right..

The man had chestnut hair and warm brown eyes, and the most amazing peaches and cream complexion Sam had ever seen on a person. He was equally as beautiful as the woman. Sam smiled broadly at both of them. Dane chuckled and patted Sam on the knee, “It’s because you’re clean shaven. I bet you that a beard would make you look older,” he said.

Sam cocked his head to the side, “Huh, I hadn’t thought of that. I thought that a lot of women didn’t like facial hair?” he asked.

Claire smiled, “I love facial hair, so long as it’s nicely trimmed,” she leaned in.

Dane nodded, “A beard on a man such as yourself is very attractive.” He gently touched Sam’s jaw, “It would bring out your bone structure so nicely.”

[therealgchu]

Snippet Sunday Anamnesis style

i have so many fics i'm concurrently working on, and none of them ready with a next chapter. i swear i don't have ADHD, but i am hyperactive. thanks to @eridanidreams for the tag. i'm tagging @fangbangerghoul, @aro-pancake, @babylon5, and anyone else that wants to share a snippet for today.

so, here's one that i'm working on that has now grown into something much bigger than i had initially planned. the idea came around cos of sam's beard, and what it might symbolize. more backstory,

my other stuff on ao3.

sneak peek

Once they arrived, Cora became the center of attention. Ben Armistead was home on leave from Neon, and as soon as he saw the toddler waddling in on her chubby little legs, he swooped down and picked her up. “How’s my favorite littlest Ranger?” he asked, tickling her.

Cora squealed, “Unk Ben!” and giggled.

Sam laughed, “That’s literally all she could say when I mentioned coming to work. She didn’t have a word for me when I got home, but ‘Unk Ben!’ as soon as I mentioned coming to the Rock.”

“That’s because she’s already smarter than you, Sam,” Ben said. “She knows quality when she sees it.”

“You may be right at that,” Sam chuckled ruefully. “You mind watching her while I get the paperwork done for the last assignment?”

“I’d be delighted. Take your time. Means I can spend more time with Cora,” Ben answered.

By then, the other Rangers that were home on leave, or stationed at the Rock, swarmed Ben and Cora. Sam kissed Cora on the top of her head, “Be good for Uncle Ben, sweet pea, OK?”

Cora kissed her hand and plopped it on Sam’s face. “Love Daddy,” she said, then scrunched her face, “pokey.”

“Yeah, pokey,” Sam laughed, and headed upstairs. He met Emma Wilcox as she was working at one of the terminals. He and Emma entered the Rangers at the same time, going through training together.

She looked up from her computer, “Hey, Coe, heard the commotion downstairs,” she said.

“Yeah, Cora is holding court,” he answered.

“Oh, Cora is here?” she asked standing up.

“Downstairs. She’ll be excited to see you.”

“Thanks, Coe,” Emma responded. “Oh, and I like the beard. Don’t know if it’s regulation, but it looks good on you.”

Sam smiled, “Thanks, Emma. You’re the first person that’s noticed.”

“Has Lillian seen it?” Emma asked. When she saw Sam’s face she snickered. “I’m not surprised. But, I like it, makes you look older. You have such a baby face otherwise.”

Sam frowned a bit, “I don’t look that young,” he pouted, looking a bit like Cora.

Emma chuckled as she headed to the stairs, “Yes, you do. But the beard looks good. You should keep it.”

“I’m thinking about it,” he answered, then buried his head into his work.

[therealgchu]

Seven Days - Day 3

Chapter 3 - Day 3 is up!

its funny how branes work. writing this fic has made me change how my main fic, To the Shore ends.

If you want to read Seven Days from the beginning, here it is over at ao3.

for my other fics, also on ao3.

sneak peek incoming!

“You lose everything. And, I mean everything.” She opened her eyes to stare directly into his. “You’re reborn into your new universe and given the Starborn suit and the ship. Everything else is taken away. Everything except your memories.”

“What happens if you go with someone? Do you end up in the same universe together?”

“No. Like I said, you’re left with nothing.”

“What happens to the other person?”

“I assume they get reborn into some other universe. But, there’s no way of knowing, and a mathematically zero chance of ever finding them again.”

“So why go? Why bother? I can’t imagine losing everything like that is worth it.”

She peered closely at Sam. “My Sam told me that his truest love was exploring, that he lived for seeing new stars and planets. He then tried to preface it by saying ‘besides Cora and me,’ but I knew better. Tell me truthfully, Sam Coe, would you pass up the opportunity to explore the multiverse? The greatest mystery humankind has ever seen?”

“If it meant I had to lose Cora, absolutely not,” he answered without hesitation.

The woman sat back on her chair, “Maybe you are more different from my Sam than I originally thought.”

“Do you think he would have gone?”

“Yes, eventually. If he had lived, I think he would have waited until Cora grew up, but I am certain that he’d go through Unity.”

“Maybe he didn’t love you as much as you thought,” Sam said cruelly.

She nodded, “I’ve often thought that.” She shifted in her chair and sighed, “I was not the easiest person to love, I don’t think. I told him that I was severely broken, and that I’d probably never be normal. But, he didn’t care.” She shook her head and composed herself, “Regardless. What other questions do you have?”

“How do you do that? You looked like you were going to break there, and now you’re back to being a robot. Vasco shows more emotion than you.”

“Years and years of discipline.”