#this is part of the prologue to my story

[cascade05]

MHA x OC Prologue

Warnings: Fire ig, just a lil snippet of the real thing, not full prologue btw

Tsukauchi found himself watching the limping hero instead. Then, his eyes went back to the fire. Something else exploded, and the inferno roared in response, echoing loudly into the siren-riddled night, reverberating a doubtless promise. The flames would not be dying out anytime soon. "What a nightmare," the man repeated.

"I have to agree."

Tsukauchi blinked in surprise before turning around. He only had a second to see the man before a badge blocked his view. "The Hero Commission?" he read stupidly.

'What's the commission doing here?' he wondered.Sure, it was a very intense situation, but representatives of the commission sent aid. They never came in person, not in Tsukauchi's experience. It would ruin their freshly pressed suits, the detective thought bitterly.

The relationship between the police force and the Hero Commission was tense. It had always been. The police wanted to solve cases and catch villains, whereas the commission seemed content to sweep incidents under the rug. Of course, they apprehended the villains responsible for the crimes–by whatever means necessary–but never let the police know who it was. That usually left the police with a severe lack of evidence and an abundance of cold cases. If that made the commission come to Tokyo, Tsukauchi wouldn't just sit back.

He carefully watched the man, taking in the plainness of his face and the neatness of his slicked-back brown hair. The professionalism of it matched his spotless black suit, the detective thought. The sunglasses were an odd touch. Tsukauchi chalked it up to a commission thing before extending a professional hand. The suit-wearing man glanced at the appendage with disgust before staring coldly at the detective. He retracted his hand, grateful the man hadn't taken it. 'Fine. I didn't want to touch you either.'

"My name is not important, and I'm already aware of yours," he said, voice just as plain as he was.

It seemed introducing oneself was another thing the commission wasn't fond of. 'See if I care.'

He did care.

The detective had always felt like he and the police force were under the commission's boot, and they always liked to remind him of that fact. They had always been that way. So eager to remind him how little he and the rest of the force mattered. Tsukauchi opened his mouth to retort, only to close it when Suit spoke. "I'm looking for someone," he stated plainly. Yet also, as if he expected Tsukauchi to care.

The detective was silent for a few beats before gesturing behind him. "Yeah, we all are. The one responsible for that can't stay on the streets."

'Even if the commission wants it under the rug,' went unsaid, but damn, Tsukauchi wanted to say it.

The suit didn't care, not even acknowledging Tsukauchi's words and what they implied. "She'll be in there somewhere," he nodded to the flames, "and you need to find her for me."

"She's–" Tsukauchi closed his mouth before opening it again, repeating the action a few times as he struggled to respond to the impossible order.

Did the sunglasses impair his vision or something? Tsukauchi looked at the absolute mess behind him. How was he supposed to find someone in that, exactly? Even if he could find one girl, the detective still needed to find the villain behind it all. He didn't have time to search for and identify a–most certainly–dead woman.

His face must've given all his thoughts away because the man from the commission sighed before–with great annoyance–putting one of Tsukauchi's main concerns to rest. "You don't need to worry about finding the culprit behind this. We know who it was and have already acted accordingly."

It wasn't a lie, the detective decided. Did it still piss him off? Yes. But he was more surprised than angry at the moment. Did they find the villain already? In the middle of all the chaos?

The suit didn't give Tsukauchi any time to linger on his confusion. He began speaking once again. "As for the one you'll be looking for–" guess he didn't have a choice, "–she's a small girl–four foot eleven inches, to be precise–with long black hair. However, her eyes are her most distinctive feature. They're a mix of blue, purple, and pink, quite difficult to get confused with someone else's."

"She'll be in or under the building somewhere," he added.

"She won't be alive," was the detective's immediate response, although it was regretful.

The man didn't flinch in the slightest. He was unbothered by the statement–more than expecting it, it seemed the suit almost wanted it that way–almost like he wanted her dead. It bothered Tsukauchi a little, but he pushed the feeling down, taking the man's card with a small sigh. It seemed he was going to be ignored once again.

"We don't need her alive."

Perhaps not. However, Tsukauchi began to wish the suit had just ignored him because the lack of concern behind that statement made his skin crawl.

"We just need to confirm where she is."

[ineed-to-sleep]

What if we fell in love and you died LMAOOO what then

[recalled11]

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3/ Next>>

[kyofsonder]

Brain in Daylight Hours: There is no mental or emotional space for writing. There are no new ideas, and no structure for old ideas.

Brain after Dark: Here's 38 new ideas, 3/4 of a structure, official permission to write, and -- oh. The only place to write in the dark is your phone? ... Never mind.

[windslar]

[veloriium]

BIGGG information sheet of my boy coming soon

[justawrites]

im writing out god in a godless land and my urge to skip everything and write the leshycat is overwhelming bc I love them

i want them to be silly and dramatic. i want them to switch between romcom and drama. i want them to share a quiet kiss after a solemn serious moment and then turn around and set something on fire to make s'mores

what if yellow cat makes leshy want to be better huh. what if he was willing to change just for the sake of their friendship. what if he was willing to defy his very nature just to know that they were safe. what if this cat saves him just by the terrible, horrible, difficult act of just loving him the way he is. what if he finds redemption through learning to love someone selflessly. what then

[crossroads-of-the-raven]

Breaking the Broken Pattern - Prologue: A Murder Drones story - 017 Alice

This was the day, she felt it in her heart, one of the cures had to work – they couldn’t afford any more time.

Here in the mausoleum she had put together for Dr. Beaumont – really, just one of the old lab rooms – Alice took in the years, it would all be worth it, it had to be, for the family she had lost, for the child she had now. She couldn’t afford to fail.

Beau was watching her.

“Are ya ready?”

Her son gave his version of a shoulder shrug.

“I suppose that’s the best.”

Alice had laid Dr. Beaumont’s remains in this room, decorating the place with his personal effects, it was where she had kept the hat and bolo tie, she eventually gave to her son.

Standing near the good doctor’s head, Alice spoke to her old friend - her father.

“Hey doc, the latest tests look good, I think we’ve finally got it, we’ll be outa’ here in no time,” Alice took a breath to keep back her tears, “– sensors, sensors say that the surface is just about frozen over, that’s alright though, once things are set to right, your grandson and I will find a way to give ya proper funeral anyway.”

Alice longed for a time, a world where Cyn’s defeat didn’t come after the death of her old family. She longed for a world where after Cyn’s defeat, she and the good doctor could return to the restaurant, a world where Mrs. Alma would come in for the lunch special, a world where she could dance on the open floor as she waited for the next group of customers. A world where Beau could have grown up normal, without a war on the horizon.

“Well, we’ll see ya after doc, I promise” Alice laid a kiss upon the good doctor’s brow, before turning to her son, “let’s go.”

As she locked the door of the mausoleum behind her, Alice could feel the years gone by, the memories that haunted her, she would look to the future as she remembered the past.

[halflingkima]

i see so many breakdowns about the tragedy of the champion!hawke (you try to save everyone, you will not; you do everything for the people you love, you will lose them anyway; etc etc) but i've never seen a breakdown about the tragedy of bethany hawke. she has all the tragedy of the champion, all the trauma, on top of being a mage and losing all agency for the majority of the story.

i get that a mage!hawke's storyline is similar, but by nature it cannot be exactly bethany's; her tragedy is borne of being the main character's little sister.

[aquietlifesblog]

Hungry Eyes (Dio X F!Reader) 1/6

He met Lord Pendleton before—he’d come once to visit the Joestar estate. The man took one look at Dio and decided he wasn’t worth acknowledging.

Your features may have been darker but you carried his face.

OR

Dio Brando knows what it's like to be hungry, to reach for more in life. He can use your ambition to destroy the man who slighted him and discard you just as easily.

He never planned to like you.

Read the Full Story on AO3 I thought it would be fun to publish this on Tumblr, where I might be inclined to share more of my thoughts.

| Masterlist |

Prologue: An Uneventful Youth

Before the hunger overtook you, when you were nothing but a scullery maid, you had ambition. You wouldn’t stand in the shadow of nobility, nor would you resign yourself to a life cutting vegetables and scrubbing wine stains from the floor.  

No. You knew what the servants whispered, what the mirror confirmed. 

‘Erina isn’t his only daughter.’ 

‘He rolled around with the kitchen maid.’ 

‘You can’t deny the resemblance.’ 

‘Poor Lady Pendleton; it must be awful to look upon her every day.’ 

Erina never asked about it. Why would she? You inherited your Mother’s traits, her hair and eyes, and her complexion. Your face, however, was your father’s face. 

“He’ll never claim you,” your mother said before dying, “ but he’ll keep you safe here. Don’t resent him for that. ” 

‘Safe,’ you thought, ‘and locked away where the nobles will never see me.’ 

You were the same age as Erina—but you would never carry the Pendleton name. You would never marry a kind and noble man to improve your lot in life, nor would you be given prospects. 

Not unless you forced a change. 

So, as Erina chattered endlessly about her carefree days and growing interest in calligraphy, you smiled and gave your sister grapes from the storeroom. 

“Thank you, these are perfect!” Erina beamed. She placed the grapes into her basket and waved goodbye. You smiled, as you always did, until the young mistress vanished from sight. 

‘I hope you choke on those grapes,’ you thought, before returning to your duties. 

And so went your uneventful youth—until the day you met Dio.

| Next Chapter |

[hiddenmoonbeam]

Listening to old fantasy movie soundtracks and imagining a montage of S and R falling in love in this dark-ish fairytale-ish au that’s been rotting in my brain since July...

[fictionadventurer]

Rejoice with me, for I have finished reading all the appendixes of The Lord of the Rings! With this, my trilogy reread is complete, and I am ever-more-firmly convinced that Johnny Tolkien was a massive nerd.

[swordmaid]

thalia/shri’iia in my oc setting (not in bg3) are soulmates in a sense that in every universe they’re always bound to meet or come across each other. sometimes they form a relationship sometimes they don’t but the point is they will always cross paths…!!!!!! and if a relationship is formed, thalia’s heart will always break bc of shri’iia and it’s either an intentional or unintentional thing. the heartbreak can be both major or minor too - it could be like a soul wrenching thing or just a small accident, either way, that’s like the two things that will always happen.

[persephoneflouwers]

Last line challenge

I was tagged by @allwaswell16 to post the last line of my wip! Thank you so much ! This is from the prologue of a dystopian fic I have been trying to write for ages.

Louis repeatedly kicks down with his other leg until he hits one hound right in the space between its horrid neon eyes.

“Go, go, go!”

I’m tagging @aquietlarrie @anotherlarrychild @brightgolden and @usaguigolden and anyone else who wants to share just say I tagged you <3

[bigmammallama5]

supercorp as gods from two totally different pantheons who happen to fall in love

for now i think my answer is gonna stay the same from a couple months ago i'm sorry! i've got stardew au fish to fry now!

but i feel like i just saw some stuff recently?? i know there's a hades/persephone au out there that i LOVED but i can't FIND IT.

EDIT: ITS THIS ONE AND I MISSED IT GETTING FINISHED TIME TO SCREAM

[kadoodles-on-ao3]

Sickness update: Still coughing, but it's (mostly) dry coughing now, and my headache is gone! But I'm not at 100% back-to-normal mental capacity yet either :(

Writing update: I've been hard at work on my angsty longfic! I was going to work on something lighter (especially with my cold) but all of a sudden more and more ideas to add to my AU kept popping in my head and I just had to jot them down.

Before long I was finally organizing my outline by putting all my previous bullet-point came-to-me-at-random-times-of-the-night-and-put-in-an-equally-random-order concepts into plot-chronological order as they should be, and making headings/sections for the major location changes to find stuff easier, and getting down how exactly series-and-collection-wise I want to go about categorizing the fic and its sequels, and finalizing their titles (which are all names of songs on The Glitch Mob's Drink the Sea album, give it a listen with good headphones if you haven't before, it's great background music!!) and oh yeah I needed to go over the h2hs again better open that doc, and I definitely need to have the game's script and cutscenes on hand for reference as needed (which was very frequently) and now baby I've got a stew going

I'm having so much fun writing characters I haven't gotten to write before, and (minor/vague Xenoblade spoilers) digging into the details of the lore about Face Mechon and expanding on my take of what was happening on the Mechonis before the party got there, and fitting lots of little puzzle pieces that the game gives you but doesn't directly tell you they belong together which is why I love it so much, and getting into such a nice flow state with it all and gjshfhskfh I love Xenoblade 1 so muchhhhhh!!!

So all that is to say I will hopefully be posting the prologue tomorrow or the day after! :) No promises as it's gotten much longer/more-detailed than I planned for (although I really should have expected that, it's always how it goes with me when I'm having fun writing I just can't stop haha) but it is most definitely on the way to being published soon!