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[lizhly-writes]

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At work, Yang Haoran was perfectly pleasant and polite, which, in his opinion, wasn’t too different from how he normally presented himself, because he was a perfectly pleasant and polite person. It was, however, important to note that pleasant and polite was not quite the same thing as social. He was friendly enough that he got invited to dinners and bars if he happened to be standing around, but he didn’t go out of his way to talk to people unless he really needed to.

He supposed he probably should have done a better job at it. Then he’d have work friends. That was supposed to be part of a nice and healthy work environment, right? But Yang Haoran generally tended to think of socializing as either something he did with his actual friends or something he did when he was actively forced to. Socializing at work wasn’t enjoyable or pressing enough for him to come up with either motivation.

Mostly, this meant he sat at lunch alone a lot.

[adhdavinci]

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Jinx coughs, “Damn, you got quite a grip… could think of a few better uses for it, though…” His eyebrow wiggle is cut short by the barrel of the Peacemaker right in his face. “Ack, okay, okay! Get that freaky metal head corpse away from me, sheesh. Alls I know is, Jak has his pal here, his girl down at the Stadium - Keira, I think? - and his new boo is Torn.” Sig keeps his mean-mug as he holsters his gun. It drops a bit as he nods at Daxter. “So you finally got it settled with your boy, then. Nice.” He offers a high five, which is shocking enough that Daxter returns it with maybe a bit too much gusto. The big guy winces a little, “Damn, you got some mean claws. Felt that through my glove.” “Heh, my bad,” Daxter grins. The cold fury in Sig's eye is gone, thank the Precursors. Still, it's a little relieving when the big guy turns to look at the front door. “So who's Torn?” “Oh, you -” Jinx's face does a weird little dance, like he can't settle on what kind of smile to leer with, “- you know, from the Underground.” Sig blinks. “The Torn?” He squints like he can see the guy. Hell, maybe he can, with that weird eye of his. “The hell's he doin’ dating a subordinate?” “Hey, we ain't with the Underground, technically,” Daxter jumps in, “we work for Krew, remember?” “Right,” Sig says. “Still, how old is this dude? And former KG? What's Jak gettin’ tangled up in that mess for?” “Beats me,” Daxter shrugs, even as his stomach does a little flip. It's so surreal, hanging with Torn, constantly squashing the urge to leap onto his shoulder. “But somethin’ went down between ‘em, and now Jak's missing! Left some pretty nasty marks, too.” Jinx sucks in a breath. “His other self, huh?” “Yeah. Wait, you know about that?” “Psh, o’course.” He answers like the question was dumb to begin with. “Shocked Torn's still kickin’.”

[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my July 17th post here.

I have worked a bit on Wants and Fallen, both [redacted] projects, so here is some Twisted for @anachronismstellar, @lorifragolina, and @trappedinmymind, thank you!

Toshi heard the spike in chatter nearby, but didn’t pay it much mind, until- ‟Hey, Toshi! Got a visitor! Your-” He faltered and Toshi snorted. ‟Uh. Sho is here!” Toshi had guessed it would be Sho, and yelled back that he’d be there in a sec. The excitable noise and the mingled admiration of a pretty passerby and debate on their dynamic could have been anyone, of course - the your and immediate crash of uncertainty what the fuck Sho even was to him . . . that was more specific. Toshi rubbed at a bit of flour on his inner forearm - where had that come from? cleaning the counter maybe? - as he ducked out. ‟Yo.” Sho was leaning forward on the ordering counter, but he turned as Toshi ducked out onto the street. Toshi smothered a laugh as the new guy nearly tripod over his own feet, watching Sho’s ass and long legs. ‟Yo.” Toshi returned with a grin, tilting his head up as Sho slid into his space, nosing his cheek and jaw, huffing against his neck.

[nando161mando]

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[anachronismstellar]

Shhh its not 3 am what are you talking about lol

All my answers for this Wip Wednesday- NHS pos canon! I hope you guys enjoy this next round!

Tagging everyone that requested it:

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This got a bit long so I'm putting it under the read more~

He had to hold back a chuckle, doing his best not to anger Lan Jingyi. He didn't want to stomp future relations with the heir of the Lan Clan. Even though the Nie ascended as a great clan again, he couldn’t risk it based on his own reputation, especially while dealing with someone who was part of the group of juniors he basically had used as bait. “Now, now, Lan-gongzi, I don’t know why you seem to be so upset,” Huaisang took the paper, pretending to read it again. “I believe my request for help to deal with the buildup of resentment in Qinghe was clear enough. Perhaps you wish to understand the schedule?” Huaisang watched avidly from the top of his opened fan, all the expressions going through Lan Jingyi's face. The disadvantage of being so honest is that the poor boy wore his heart on his pristine sleeves, as easy to read as an open book. Easy to manipulate, he thought with a sigh, a bitter taste burning his tongue. “Did I misplace my request by sending it directly towards you?” he asked instead of paying attention to his own thoughts that sounded too much like Jin Guangyao. “If so, I am terribly sorry, Lan-gongzi, I just thought that, since you had been officially nominated the heir, it would be quicker to deal with the situation of I requested your opinion on the matter.” Oh, the struggle on Lan Jingyi's face. With such wording the young Lan had been put in a delicate position: as a close friend to Lan Sizhui and a student under Hanguang-Jun, he clearly was uncomfortable of being talked to by Nie Huaisang; but as the heir of the Sect being asked for a favor by another Sect Leader, he couldn't be rude or straightforward as he wished to. “Nie-zongzhu,” Lan Jingyi finally found his voice, bowing to him. “This one appreciates the request and the trust Nie-zongzhu has demonstrated by asking for such help, and it's honored that Nie-zongzhu trusted this humble disciple with this task. I am more than happy to gather and prepare a group of Lan disciples to go to Qinghe to help with the resentment issue.” Then he straightened his posture, quiet for a moment, jaw tense with thinned lips. “However, my main concern is towards the music you requested us to use. I cannot agree to help without discussing the matter with Zewu-jun on how you were able to access such technique, considering that it was a Sect's secret passed down only by the main family.” He finished with an icy glare that rivaled the waters of Gusu pond. So the little Lan wasn't as oblivious as Huaisang had thought and had some spine. Good for him, bad for Huaisang. His suspicion would make things trickier to navigate.

*insert elmo_on_fire.gif*

Idk what's happening in this fic but let's gooooooo

[scifikimmi]

wip wed 7-10 tpp window

@anyctibius

“Hey, I’m sure you are just, like, so incredibly confused right now, but I need you to give us some kind of sign that you aren’t braindead or actively dying.” A siren blared to life overhead and the medical lab’s computer flashed a warning to evacuate the base immediately. “And I need you to do it fast.” 

Slip Jackson did nothing but blink up at me stupidly. Which, was honestly fair. I mean, if I had woken up from a two decade long medically induced coma to a lady I didn’t know yelling at me while sirens blared, I would have probably done the same – that, or come out fists swinging.

@trappedinmymind

“Slip,” Nureyev said, in that wet and warbling tone that he reserved only for the man in question. “Slip, it’s Petya. Can you say something for me? Tell me if you are alright? If you are in any pain?”

“P-” Slip struggled to get any sound out. A dry tongue came out to lick dryer lips. But his swimming pupils focused in on Nureyev’s face with a sudden and startling clarity. “Pe-ya,” Slip managed when he tried again. “You-?” 

@1attheedge

His brows furrowed and his eyes raked over Nureyev’s face like a blind man thumbing braille. I didn’t have to be a detective to figure out that he was noticing the differences, taking in the fact that Nureyev looked older than he remembered. I couldn’t imagine what it would have been like, going to sleep at seventeen only to wake up pushing forty, having missed so much of your own life. He wondered if Slip had dreamed of the life he’d been missing.

“Yes, Slip, it’s me,” Nureyev blubbered, hands clutching at Slip’s hospital gown. “It’s okay. You’re safe. We’re going to get you out of here.”

“Where-?” 

“No time, Nureyev,” I reminded him when he opened his mouth to answer. “Unlatch his bed and we’ll roll him as far as we can. This place is gonna blow soon and I wanna be on my way out before it does.”

@post-and-out

Nureyev glanced up at the flashing lights as if noticing them for the first time and jumped into action. While he unlocked the bed, I figured out how to detach Slip from the IV’s that were still stuck into his veins. Or, at least, I attempted to. I really wished I had my comms on me still; I was sure that Rita would have known what these numbers and codes meant or how to hack the console into letting him go but to me it looked like the computer was singing nursery rhymes in binary. 

Too afraid to rip out anything important, I used a laser scalpel to slash through the tubing and bundled it up on top of Slip’s lap leaving the ends still attached to him – better to let the medical professionals worry about that once we made sure we survived the imminent explosion.

+ bonus (cus I ended up writing a fair amount):

Together we wheeled Slip out into the hall. I prepared myself for a fight, but the hallway was completely abandoned. The red emergency lighting bathed the place in a rusty glow that reminded me of Maratian nights spent bar hopping with Mick. Ironically, home had never felt farther away. 

Looking back, it was that moment when I decided to return to Hyperion. At the time we were all a little too focused on finding a way out for me to consciously realize that I was already on my way out but, if I’m being honest, it had been a long time coming.

[zyrafowe-sny]

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I added over 50 new sentences to my Big Bang fic today. Here's some Heist AU:

"Please tell me that's not Darius Daemonne sitting in that car over there."

"Give me those," Eda demanded, and Raine meekly handed the binoculars over to their ex.

"Well, shit." She frowned and fussed at the sunglasses on her head, her unruly hair temporarily contained under a red polka dot wrap.

"Do you think he's helping Alador?" Raine asked skeptically. Darius and Alador's…estrangement predated theirs.

She winked and flung open the car door. "One way to find out."

"Wait!" Raine hissed, but it was too late.

Eda had already crossed the parking lot and was knocking on Darius' window.

***

Eber slurped his Oreo milkshake and enjoyed the show playing out in front of him. Darius "Goo Daddy" Daemonne (infamous hacker) was accusing Eda "The Owl" Clawthorne (notorious con-woman) of stealing some of his fries while he was in the restroom. She was vehemently denying it, though both Raine and Eber did agree that a number of fries had disappeared under mysterious circumstances. (The fries had the perfect amount of crunch, and more than made up for the peeling red vinyl of their booth in the aging diner where they had collectively chosen to relocate.) Eventually, they all agreed to order more fries, and that mollified Darius sufficiently that they could move on to more pressing matters.

Like what they were all doing staking out Blight Industries.

[trappedinmymind]

15 chapters out! Felt like a nice round number to start advertising with.

So anyways, hello, I'm TrappedInMyMind (or simply Trapped) and I've been writing a fanfiction for Nimona (2023) called You're Like Me. This fic brings into the world of Nimona aspects of intersectionality, commercialization in a movement, and effective vs. ineffective activism and allyship, among other things. It is mostly based on the movie, but takes inspiration from the graphic novel, as well.

The most recent chapter is essentially a typical morning in the Goldenheart household, including fluff and worried parents and more!

If this sounds interesting to you, please feel free to check it out! It is ongoing, and I don't have an update schedule or an estimated finish date, but some of the seeds I planted in earlier chapters are starting to sprout, and I'm excited to show off the things I've been planning for this fic.

[adhdavinci]

7/10 WIP WED GJ & GHP

Bundling these cus I wrote a ton of GHP for all my GJ requests! That makes a total of 9 (2 GHP, 7 GJ) for @auburnlaughter, @zyrafowe-sny, @whimsicalmeerkat, @violet-prism-creatively (welcome!), @disastardly (love your un!!), @trappedinmymind (wrath really is the mood rn huh), @post-and-out (who specifically requested this pair), @agent-p-94 (welcome!), @lizhly (holy fuck there IS 2 of them), and @kidsomeday! thank you so much everyone!!!

“Eyyy, look who the cat dragged in!” Jinx pops up behind the bar.

On second thought, the silence was preferable. Daxter glares, “The hell are you doin’ back there, Explodeo?”

“Coverin’ for yer sweetheart, o'course,” the brunette drawls with a wide smile. “Though it ain't like I'm needed yet! Decided ta come in early, take advantage of the goods.” He wiggled his eyebrows, brandishing a bottle of booze like it's his newest bomb. The cork is missing, replaced with a weird cloth hanging out of the top. “Krew won't miss some shitty vodka.”

“Huh. Didn't take ya for a thief, too.” Daxter crosses his arms. Maybe he can respect the bomb bimbo a smidge more. Though the guy doesn't have to know that.

Still, Jinx's grin only widens. “You know it, short stack! Ain't got the light touch anymore, on account o’ these fingers,” he wiggles them, and a few click mechanically. “But how d'ya think I got my hands on my supplies the first time? Sure as hell couldn't afford that on a garbage man's salary!”

Daxter hops up on top of the bar. “Did I ever tell ya that I nearly made off with that fancy stone? Ol’ Tubby woulda been none the wiser if Jak hadn't messed it up!” His ears shoot up. “Eh, speakin’ of -”

“You two always spill secrets where anyone can hear?”

Big metal boots clomp across the floor as Sig strides into view, his brow uncharacteristically low. “You're lucky Krew stepped out,” he says, “I could hear you all the way in the back room.”

“Sig! Boy are you a sight for sore eyes,” Daxter holds out his paws, “ya haven't seen Jak, have you?”

“Can't say I have,” the hunter shakes his head. One shaved brow raises in the other man's direction. “Jinx?”

“I wish! Mar knows how much I miss that sweet ass,” Jinx sighs, “but I ain't seen him since two nights ago. Say, how'd that date go, anyway?”

“Date?” Sig blinks, “Jak's dating someone?”

[sourb0i]

Only the Good (7/18)

Number of requests: 14

Total sentences: 42

“I see.” Relucantly, Daniel lowered the gun. “I apologize. Any friend of Mrs. Pickett is welcome here.” “I don’t intend to stay,” Mariah said. “Just tell me which direction Jane and her posse went, and I’ll be on my way.” “Last I heard they were headed south. Towards [city name].” Mariah tipped her hat. “Much obliged.” She waited until she was back outside before facing Poppy, who trailed after her with an impassive expression. Mariah coughed awkwardly, avoiding Poppy’s eyes. “I would’ve been fine.” “I’m sure.” “But I appreciate the help.” “No problem.” Mariah looked up at the taller girl. Poppy stood defiently, arms crossed, chin held high. “It’ll be dangerous.” “I know.” “I can’t protect you.” “I can protect myself.” “If it comes down to a choice between killing Jane and saving you—“ “You do what you need to do. And I’ll do the same.” Mariah sighed, closing her eyes to stave off the headache brewing behind her eyes. “I suggest you get whatever supplies you need, and send a message to your ma so she doesn’t send a posse after me for kidnapping. Meet me back here in an hour. If you ain’t here, I’m leaving without you.” Poppy beamed, brighter than the sun. “I’ll be here, I promise! I won’t let you down!” “Yeah, sure.” Mariah turned away, pretending to fiddle with Partner’s harness, until she was sure Poppy was gone. Only then did she let herself relax, forehead dropping to the horse’s warm, soft neck. For a brief moment, she considered just climbing back into the saddle and getting as far out of town as she could. But even with an hour’s lead, something told her that Poppy would find a way to catch up with her. That girl was determined to get herself killed, and there wasn’t anything Mariah could do about it. Pushing herself away from Partner’s warm side, Mariah set about preparing to depart. Mainly that meant stocking up on food; dried beans, rice, jerky, anything that would keep on the road. At the well in the square, she refilled her thermos and the two extra water bags, and then let Partner drink his fill. The last and most important item on her list, bullets, were also the hardest to get. The disinterested clerk refused to haggle, and in the end she left with only half the amount she needed at twice what they were worth.

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[eriquin]

WIP Wednesday words from the wip-wednesday-game community.

@trappedinmymind some words for you!

“Hey, these are just high school boys in there, right?” she said. “No Russians? I’m fine.”

“Right. No Russians. Just your average jocks. Well, champion jocks.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go talk to Jason. Do you know what you’re going to say yet?”

Steve sighed again. The party going on in the diner was loud enough to hear out here, but no one ever drove down this road so late at night anymore, so no one was worried about getting caught. “Kind of,” he said. “I’m mostly gonna wing it. I know how to talk to these guys.”

(make me write)

[josipovicdiana]

trpila tuđa sranja,

kasnije gušila se u njima,

sada sve je iza mene

nemam ništa s njima

[chaos-yagirlrich0]

Nothing makes sense.

I feel like I'm in a dark tunnel, unable to get out. It's like I can see the end, the light, but can never get there, it's always out of reach, every little thing pushing me further and further back. I'm stuck in a loop, like its not even me doing these things. I'm torn between believing that things can and will actually get better, or that things like that only really happen in movies. What if things don't get better, what if once schools over I'm just faced with the same issues and feelings as now, just worse. What if that's the only thing that changes, that it gets worse. I'm so tired; I'm tired of always getting knocked back, I'm tired of never being good enough, or always being made to feel second best, or not even considered. I'm sick of always feeling like the outsider. Like I'm the one who's just there, not the one anyone cares about or wants around. I'm so torn between hoping things will get better, or just accepting that I'm not meant to be happy. Every time I think things are going good, or I think things are getting better, new things arise, life likes to throw low blows at me just to remind me that I'm not the type of person who gets to just be happy, because being happy comes with a cost, and it seems like the cost is, if I'm happy and things are good, then they're always going to get worse, something bad will always happen. I feel so empty and it's not the same feeling that I grew so accustomed to, it's not the emptiness in my stomach that I grew to love, that I've started to miss, it's not the emptiness of the sadness I am surrounded by, it's the emptiness of feeling numb. Even when I'm happy, which as I've already stated, scares the hell out of me because whenever I'm happy, something bad always happens. No it's not that I'm not happy, it's that even when I am, there's always something in the back of my mind, reminding me that it isn't normal, that I can't feel like that, because I don't deserve to feel like that. I feel like I'm drowning in my thoughts, everything's getting so chaotic and it's not like I can talk about it, because there is no true trigger, it's just I'm no longer able to ignore the feelings that have been gnawing at me for so long. I can't stop thinking, I can't stop my thoughts from roaming wild. So many different memories, ranging from so many different things, all taunting me, driving me crazy. Nothing is right anymore, nothing seems okay. I try so hard to be okay, but I don't remember what it's like, I feel normal for a while, happy even but then the memories sink in, the thoughts of not being worthy creep back, I can't escape them, they're always surrounding me, they're always attacking me, I feel so hopeless, so alone, so useless, not worthy of anything. I ruin my own chances of happiness, I am my worst enemy, when things are going well I have to over think to the point where nothing makes senses to me anymore, I create problems where they don't exist and then I ruin any chance of happiness I have. Because that's all I deserve now. I'm so exhausted of feeling like no matter what I do, no matter how much I try to succeed in things I just end up back in square one, or maybe even further back. Who knows. All I know is, no matter how much I try or how hard I push myself I always end up right back at the beginning with a few more bruises and scars to never speak of. No one really makes time for me anymore, and I know that would probably have a lot to do with myself and what I bring onto myself, but this isn't fair. Why me? Or more importantly I guess, why not me? I constantly feel like I'm not good enough and no one around me notices or cares. I try to reach out just to get shut down, what's the point. Less than two more years and I'm out of here. That's all I can keep holding onto, the hope that once I'm gone from this place, things will look up, the world will once again seem big.

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