#wip: la última en pie

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WIP Folder Game

Tagged by @aceghosts and @adelaidedrubman

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @derelictheretic @strafethesesinners @strangefable @cassietrn @turbo-virgins @g0dspeeed @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @carlosoliveiraa @corvosattano @shellibisshe @titiagls @nightbloodbix @onehornedbeast @voidika @afarcryfrommymain @gaeadene @henbased @cloudofbutterflies92 @wrathfulrook @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @minilev @inafieldofdaisies @florbelles @yokobai @shallow-gravy @softtidesworld @snake-in-the-garden @skoll-sun-eater and @justasmolbard + anyone else who wishes to join in.

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I've only selected a few, and you can find the WIP names under the cut:

The UnTitledverse

Jurassic World: Before The Storm

A Blast In The Past

The Tale Of Mario Emmet

All Who Remain

The UnTitled Stories

UnTitled Venture: Hazardous Residence

Chapter One: The Truth Seeker

The Silver Chronicles

Silva's Hope

La Última En Pie

Old Dusk

Call To Arms

Ain't It A Joy?

No One's Safe At Home

How Good Is A Heist If It's Improvised?

Life, Despair & Monsters

Word Of Woe

The Thorned Crown Of Iron Thrones

Sonya's Push

Miraculous Miracles

My Heart Goes Doki Doki Literature Club!

Choo Choo Charles Has Gone Off The Rails

An Invite To Wine And Dine

A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore/Spin-Off Works/Original Works

The Time Guard

Mario: Mother's Boy

Wings And Horns

The Waters Of Life Flow

The House At The Top

A Symbol For A Better World

What Happened To Vault 76?

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WIP Wednesday + Last Line Paragraph

Tagged by @direwombat @g0dspeeed @inafieldofdaisies and @josephseedismyfather

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @cassietrn @chazz-anova @adelaidedrubman @wrathfulrook @shallow-gravy @strangefable @voidika @poisonedtruth @derelictheretic @detectivelokis @josephslittledeputy @vampireninjabunnies-blog @snake-in-the-garden @strafethesesinners @a-rose-in-a-garden-of-weeds @henbased @ladyofedens-blog @little-wolf-seed and @deputy-morgan-malone + anyone else who wishes to join and share.

Here's a WIP of Silva's Hope. And we got some Mary May! This isn't my most polished work so the final result will be a bit different once it's published. WIP below:

Mary May raised a brow at Nadi, regarding the smaller blonde with puzzlement. She finished polishing the glassware, placing it onto the counter with a soft clink.

Setting both arms firmly on the bar, Nadi's brown eyes had to endure the intensity of the barkeep's light blue. She noticed the skepticism, how the Fairgrave woman was running her words through her head, tearing them apart.

However, Nadi didn't waver from her poker face, and maintained the clueless Fall's End overseas nouvelle venue act. Masking emotions was a quality she learnt from Jacob, and later John had given her a few tips on how to hide intentions to get information better.

A pause was heavy between the two, until Mary May finally responded, but with her own question, "Now why do you want to know about a dead girl?"

Nadi smoothed a hand over to her small braid, playing with it as she answered, "Well, like I said, I've been learning so much about Fall's End for a few weeks now... to get a clearer picture on everything that goes about here, you know? But I can't seem to get a straight answer on this Omar girl. She seemed to have a... mixed reputation, non?"

Much to Nadi's delight, Mary May snorted as she shook her head, reaching under her counter to grab a beer bottle.

"Understatement of the century," the barkeeper mumbled, eyes easing the intensity in her eyes. Cagnotte, Nadi proudly thought to herself as Mary May's lips parted to answer.

“Now, so you know, my word isn’t exactly a picture perfect replication of who Elsa Omar was," Mary May stated, opening the bottle and pouring it into a glass for a patron, "Neither does anyone else in Fall's End. We only ever saw one or two sides of her, and that was what she wanted us to see. The closest you’re going to get to an accurate description of her would be from her older sister, but even then, I'd assume her account on her little sister wouldn't be anything but with rose-tinted glasses. What sister wouldn't think their sibling was anything more than the person they grew up with?"

Mary May held a distant look that Nadi pretended to not notice as she thought on her words. The short-haired blond couldn't help but agree with the sentiment. As an older sibling herself, she knew exactly what it was like to view those younger and older than herself in a different light than everybody else. Even when she probably shouldn't have. I'll need Sister Nancy to tell me more about this older sister of Elsa's. Hopefully she's managed to achieve her assignment by now.

"Now with that said,” Mary May paused, tapping her fingers against the wooden counter, “Elsa Omar was a performer, a tricky one at that. I believed her about her fragile bones. Defended her even. Because who would lie about something like that? Probably helped her case that there were times we heard of her getting what should have been very minor scrapes for anyone else but serious injuries for her. Multiple trips to the clinic wasn't unusual for that girl. Felt bad for her, as did everyone else. We were also in awe by her spirit, in spite of the disadvantage she had. I know I was."

Seeing that she still had Nadi's attention, Mary May continued, "I never like to speak ill of the dead. It just... never feels rights when the person isn't around to hear it themselves. But I gotta say, Elsa was, and will always be, one of the most confusing people I have ever met."

Nadi tilted her head, shuffling her stool seat closer to the counter, "How so?"

Mary May huffed, shaking her head with pursed lips and furrowed brows as she spoke, "I just never got her deal. She had a successful business. A family member close by. And got lucky with men and women alike. I honestly thought she was plenty decent until she continued to run her mouth around me. She could be really nice to you. She could be really good to you. She could have even made you believe she was your best friend. Or she could be a self-absorbed, rude shit with an ego that puts John Seed and Guy Marvel to shame. Never hated her, but didn't exactly like her either. Most people though either had one opinion or the other about her, both good and bad. As I said, she was tricky. And quite the actor. I could never tell which facade was her true self. If either was the "real her" anyways. She didn't cause unnecessary problems, or try to get my business shut down, which made me a little lenient to tolerate her. Her sister always got a free pass from me because she didn't bother anyone. Or she was too shy to. Though I chalked it up as someone who didn't have a good handle on their English yet. Never liked making conversation, always keeping things short. Not Elsa though, she talked like it was her way of breathing."

Nadi clasped her hands together and rested her chin on top, supported by her elbows on the bar counter, as she continued to listen to the sinner speak her mind. While the business she owned enabled others to indulge in their vices, Nadi couldn't help but be enraptured by Mary May's words. She could see why John had a small infatuation with the barkeeper. She had an aura of a person who was capable of taking care of herself, a reliable ally who could pull her own weight and someone who was tough. Someone who wouldn't go down that easily. All were admirable traits, and useful too. Not to mention, she was pleasing on the eyes.

Nadi felt disappointed that the other blonde let her Pride vehemently dictate her decisions, rejecting the Father's truth. John's chances to give salvation. Would've loved to see her walking around in Chosen attire, came the intrusive thought.

The image of a beauté like Mary May dressed as a Chosen, just like Nadi's fellow brothers and sisters back at the Veteran's Centre, darkened Nadi's cheeks, and her want for someone's touch return.

Shaking her head, Nadi shooed those tempting thoughts away. Restrain your LUST, Sinclair, a voice, either her own or John's, chided, You already need to resist charming your boss, don't push yourself further into sin by leading others or yourself down that path... again.

"Hey, you alright?" Mary May's voice cut through Nadi's thoughts.

Nadi blinked, and put on a smile before gesturing towards Mary May, "Oui. Got lost in thoughts. Please, continue."

And here is the last lines for La Última En Pie. Nightmare sequences are difficult to write (also trigger warning for child abuse, nightmares of implied child murder and, uh, creepiness):

“No matter where you hide. No matter how far you run. No matter which sinners you choose to sully what little virtue you have with,” Father told her, his grip getting tighter, constricting her breath, “You. Will always. Be. Mine."

Sylvester clawed at his arm, his wrist, his hand. Choking on screams he kept silent. "This isn't supposed to be happening," she wanted to say, so desperately, "This wasn't how this went." Her wide grey eyes stared into the unbothered gaze of whom she shared the colour with. Father drew her face closer to his, as he whispered his promise, "And we will be together in my Garden. My paradise. No matter which form I mold you in."

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WIP HISTÓRICO – Después de la Guerra de México y EUA

Tengo esto escrito desde hace como cuatro años, quizá más. Me gustaría decir que pienso terminarlo algún día, pero la verdad es que no creo hacerlo jamás. El tema es muy interesante, pero realmente no tengo un plot. A pesar de eso, esto que escribí me gusta mucho y es, creo yo, uno de los trabajos de los que más me enorgullezco en este fandom, aunque esté incompleto. Supongo que en algún momento tuvo potencial para ser algo mejor. Por eso quiero compartirlo, porque voy cerrando ciclos and that shit. 

(En algún momento después de la guerra de México y EUA en 1846, que dio como resultado la pérdida de la mitad del territorio nacional)

Pedro suspiró por décima ocasión en los últimos cinco minutos. Dio la media vuelta, alejándose de la ventana que le dedicaba un espectáculo que le producía una sensación de pesadez en el pecho y le hacía hervir la sangre por el enojo. Podía escuchar que Itzel hablaba con alguien al otro lado de la puerta, quizá un soldado o, a juzgar por lo que su hermana decía, alguien del servicio. Estaba enfadada, lo sabía con sólo escuchar su voz. Y no la culpaba, él también se encontraba irritable y deprimido, una mala combinación. No era para menos, claro, pues ambos seguían exhaustos por lo ocurrido en la frontera norte y que después se desplazó al corazón mismo del país.

Habían perdido la guerra con Estados Unidos, y no sólo eso, también habían tenido que acceder a firmar un acuerdo con Alfred, por el supuesto bien de su gente. Al menos eso era de lo que Pedro e Itzel intentaban convencerse, pero era muy difícil, más de lo que cualquier otro podría imaginar. Habían perdido. Habían sido derrotados. Humillados. Y la bandera norteamericana estaba ahí para recordárselos, ondeando en lo más alto del asta en la plaza pública más importante de la nación.

Pedro no se consideraba un adivino. No lo hacía ni siquiera cuando, en tiempos de su abuelo, aprendió un poco sobre cómo leer los astros para escuchar a los dioses hablar. Si había alguien con esa extraña sensibilidad para ver venir las cosas, ésa era Itzel. Para él, los asuntos que tenían que ver con la adivinación no eran sino simples supersticiones que poco o nada servían en un sentido práctico, aun cuando su hermana insistiera en lo contrario. Por eso, cuando Estados Unidos le compró el territorio de la Luisiana a Francia, México del Norte jamás esperó que el siguiente paso de su vecino fuera intentar apoderarse de territorio mexicano.

Admiraba a Alfred, le parecía asombrosa su valentía e inteligencia, y tenía un especial gusto por sus discursos sobre la soberanía en el Nuevo Mundo. Para Pedro, Estados Unidos era realmente la Tierra de la Libertad, un modelo a seguir por él y los demás países latinoamericanos —al menos la mayoría de ellos—, y estaba seguro de que pese a no decirlo en voz alta, su hermana pensaba igual. Él confiaba en Alfred, y ése había sido su principal error.

Su ciega admiración por Estados Unidos y la confianza que había depositado en él tuvieron consecuencias muy graves para él y su gente. México, la parte norte en particular, había perdido territorios, muchos de ellos. Comenzando por Texas y seguido de California, Nevada, Utah, Arizona, Nuevo México, Colorado y partes de Wyoming, Kansas y Oklahoma. Decir que Alfred le quitó los anteojos era una forma sutil de explicar que prácticamente le había arrancado la mitad del cuerpo. Un eufemismo barato.

La puerta se abrió e Itzel entró por ella. Al cerrar la puerta detrás de sí, suspiró y caminó con los hombros gachos hasta un sillón, en el cual se dejó caer con poca gracia. Pedro siguió sus movimientos atentamente, aunque en silencio. La chica se recargó en el respaldo y pasados unos segundos se incorporó un poco para poder quitarse las botas. Itzel vestía como hombre, lo hacía desde que el conflicto con Estados Unidos había comenzado, para poder moverse mejor. Los vestidos eran muy estorbosos. Pedro continuó mirándola, preguntándose cuándo había sido la última vez que había visto a su hermana usar un vestido.

—¿Pasa algo? —Preguntó ella al sentirse observada. Pedro se encogió de hombros y caminó hasta ella—. ¿Qué tienes ahí?

Él bajó la mirada, posándola en su mano izquierda. Sostenía un pedazo de papel en ella, parecía ser una carta. Itzel lo miró fijamente, esperando a que respondiera. Pedro le extendió el papel.

—Es una carta —explicó el chico—. La encontré mientras intentaba ponerle algo de orden a los cajones del escritorio.

A pesar de haber reconocido el documento, los ojos de Itzel recorrieron el papel, leyendo cada palabra con atención. Al terminar, dobló la hoja y la dejó a su lado en el sillón. Pedro no supo cómo interpretar la expresión que apareció en su rostro pero comprendió lo que su hermana sentía en ese momento.

—Es tan irónico ¿no lo crees?—dijo. Itzel bufó. Pedro tomó la carta, la desdobló y la sostuvo frente a sí. Achinó los ojos un poco, buscando enfocar mejor, pues desde que había perdido sus anteojos se le dificultaba un poco leer. Esperaba que en un futuro cercano los problemas visuales quedaran atrás porque ya tenía bastantes más de los cuales ocuparse—. Pensar que hubo quienes ya veían venir lo que pasó.

—Tontos nosotros que no quisimos ver la verdad —murmuró Itzel con amargura.

—A veces es más fácil ignorar los problemas.

—Pero siempre se llega a un límite y eso es inevitable —añadió ella. Pedro bajó la mirada.

—La soberbia de estos republicanos no les permite vernos como iguales sino como inferiores —leyó él en voz alta—, su envanecimiento se extiende a mi juicio a creer que el capital lo será de todas las Américas; aman entrañablemente a nuestro dinero, no a nosotros, ni son capaces de entrar en convenio de alianza o comercio, sino por su propia conveniencia, desconociendo la recíproca. Con el tiempo han de ser nuestros enemigos jurados, y con tal previsión los debemos tratar desde hoy...[1]

—José Manuel Bermúdez, 26 de diciembre de 1822 —susurró Itzel—. Primer diplomático mexicano en los Estados Unidos.

—Él veía las cosas de cerca, tenía una visión menos idealista que la nuestra.

—¿Qué tal te sientes? —preguntó ella girándose hacia su hermano, cambiando el tema sin sutileza alguna, detalle que Pedro ignoró.

—¿Cómo me veo?

—De la fregada.

—Aún me duele, pero ya ves que puedo sostenerme en pie. Pronto me tendrás dándote lata.

—Jamás voy a perdonarlo —siseó Itzel—, no importa cuánto tiempo pase, jamás lo voy a perdonar.

—Itzel…

—No, Pedro. Nada de “Itzel” —le interrumpió ella poniéndose de pie una vez más, mirándole fijamente—. Estuviste postrado en cama por meses por culpa suya, hace apenas unos pocos días que pudiste ponerte en pie. No estás muerto porque no somos humanos del todo, pero de lo contrario... ¿Es que no lo entiendes? Lo que hizo, todo lo que Alfred ha hecho hasta ahora no son más que infamias, traición. ¿Y él se dice americano? ¿Se dice diferente a los europeos? No es más que lo mismo, con otro nombre, con otro acento; es el mismo rostro, es el mismo interés, es la misma codicia. Pero es peor. Porque no hay un océano entero de distancia, no hay meses o años enteros de viaje entre él y nosotros.

Pedro bajó la mirada. Comprendía las palabras de su hermana, y aunque una parte suya quería rechazarlas, eso era imposible. Los hechos estaban ahí, y la presencia de tropas norteamericanas en su tierra era la prueba fehaciente de ello. 

Los meses en cama no habían sido fáciles, y aunque ahora tenía un poco de movilidad, no estaba en condiciones de hacer muchas cosas. En cierto modo, era un lisiado, y como aquellos que pierden un miembro, Pedro sentía el dolor fantasma de una parte suya que se negaba a desaparecer pero que, poco a poco, perdía su forma original para convertirse en algo que era cada vez menos él y más ajeno. 

Había momentos en los que podía escuchar las voces de su gente que, en el norte, defendían su identidad como mexicanos. Y había momentos, también, en los que sentía esas voces apagándose poco a poco, para dejarlo con un vacío que no tenía manera de explicar. 

[1] Bermúdez Zozaya, J. M. Nota del 26 de diciembre de 1822. La diplomacia mexicana. Vol. 1, Secretaría de Relaciones Exteriores. Librería Navarro. México, 1903, p. 103.

En mi headcanon, después de que México queda con el territorio que tiene actualmente, Pedro pasó mucho tiempo en cama. Es así como lo dije en el fic: es como si le hubieran arrancado una parte de su cuerpo. Esa idea fue la que dio origen a esta historia. 

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WIP Roundup

Rules: Post the names of all (or some of) the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPS.

Tagged by @direwombat (than you so much for the tag) to share what I have cooking up in my folder. I'll only share some as there are way too many to fit in one post (...unless... no, begone devil thoughts!). I have four folders, one each for The UnTitledverse, Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters, and some extra stuff that don't belong in the three universes above (includes Wings And Horns and A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore).

Anyway, below the cut is the WIP names (and their respective series they belong to) as well as the people I'm tagging. Just like direwombat (though a little differently), I will be listing them by active, snippets, or shelved. Enjoy!

[P.S I'm about to ruin my exact number of 4,000 posts LOL! Damn who knew I'd get that high]

ACTIVE WIPS (e.g. WIPs that are either published or that I am actively working on)

The UnTitledverse

The Perfect Storm saga -> Jurassic World Before The Storm

Far Cry The Silver Chronicles

The Years In Hope County (FC5)

Silva's Hope (FC5)

Life, Despair & Monsters

One By One, The Towers Crack folder -> Sonya's Push - Jennifer's Story (Love Death + Robots)

SNIPPETS (e.g. WIPs I've only shown through snippets and have been bouncing back and forth between and/or can only publish once another WIP is finished)

The UnTitledverse

The Perfect Storm saga -> A Blast In The Past (original work influenced/inspired by Bendy and the Ink Machine)

Far Cry The Silver Chronicles

A Truce, As Null And Void As Yourself (FC5)

La Última En Pie (Kind of Original Work with references to FC5 and adapted/AU characters from The Masquerade, The Bone Season, Mermaids of Eriana Kwai, The Priory Of The Orange Tree, The Locked Tomb and Rapunzel's Tangled Adventures)

No Snake, Only A Boa In The Garden (FC5)

The True Sinners (FC5)

You're Almost Like Family (FC5)

Life, Despair & Monsters

On Strong Foundations, The Tower Stands folder -> Miraculous Miracles: Tales of Hatter and his Two Buds (Miraculous)

Original Works and Other Series

A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore series -> It's A Matter of Perspective, Really... (FO3)

SHELVED (e.g. WIPs that I've currently put on the shelf as of now until I have the time and motivation to write or WIPs that haunt my dreams)

The UnTitledverse

The Perfect Storm saga -> The Dark Awakening (Original Work inspired/influenced by Bendy and the Ink Machine)

The Omniscience Rule saga -> All Who Remain (The Last Of Us)

The UnTitled Ventures saga -> UnTitled Venture: Village Of Shadows (Resident Evil Village)

Mario: Mother's Boy (Original Work)

Far Cry The Silver Chronicles

Old Dusk (FCND)

Call To Arms (COD: MW)

Ain't It A Joy? (We Happy Few)

No One's Safe At Home (Welcome To The Game)

Far Cry The Judge's Duty AU -> What Are The Chances? (FC5/FCND-ish)

Lady, Running Down To The Riptide (Taken Away To The Dark Side) (FC5 AU influenced by Bioshock Infinite)

Life, Despair & Monsters

Enemies Crawl, Along The Tower's Walls folder -> Word Of Woe - Wednesday Addams' Story (Wednesday)

On Strong Foundations, The Towers Stand folder -> The Thorned Crown Of Iron Thrones - Corvus Targaryen's Story (House Of The Dragon)

Original Works and Other Series

Wings And Horns (Original Work)

A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore series -> The Waters Of Life Flow (FO3).

A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore series -> The House Always Wins (FONV).

A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore series -> A Symbol For A Better World (Our World) (FO4).

A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore series -> Vault Number 76 (FO76).

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @shallow-gravy @adelaidedrubman @strangefable @strafethesesinners @wrathfulrook @g0dspeeed @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @bitchofedensgate @inafieldofdaisies @softtidesworld @minilev @snake-in-the-garden @afarcryfrommymain @nightbloodbix @derelictheretic @deputyash @deputy-morgan-malone @dephellseed @fourlittleseedlings @cassietrn @chazz-anova @voidika @onehornedbeast @carlosoliveiraa @corvosattano @skoll-sun-eater @neverthesameneveranother and @ladyoriza + anyone else who wants to share their wip list!)

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Late Poll Loser WIPs

May as well put this here while I have the chance. Here is the non-winners voting sentence post from this poll and this poll.

Saw @adelaidedrubman do this for WIP Wednesday so I got inspired to do so as well.

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @cassietrn @voidika @strangefable @chazz-anova @inafieldofdaisies @shallow-gravy @direwombat @josephslittledeputy @poisonedtruth @josephseedismyfather @g0dspeeed @detectivelokis @a-rose-in-a-garden-of-weeds @vampireninjabunnies-blog @ladyofedens-blog and @little-wolf-seed + anyone else interested in sharing/reading.

These WIPs go in order of highest vote to lowest vote. These WIPs are from my @the-untitledverse-blog @the-silver-chronicles and @life-despair-and-monsters-blog .

Continue below the cut to read more:

No Snake, Only A Boa In The Garden: 2 VOTES. This FC5 WIP puts heavy focus on the motif of "Adam and Eve" (which also includes elements in regards to "Lilith", "Original Sin" and the "Garden of Eden") that I don't believe Silva's Hope will be able to do so. I won't go into too much detail as this is still under construction. Snippet below:

The narrative of Adam and Eve’s story was both a warning and a threat to those who doubted the Lord’s plan, showing what happens when everyone strays from their role and accept the “deceptions” of the evil Snake. The end of the story was interpreted as grim by most, given Adam’s unfortunate fate.

This cautionary tale was propagandised, showing what happens when one betrays the Lord’s teachings, like Eve had done when she accepted the temptation of the Snake.

The True Sinners: 1 VOTE. This FC5 WIP is a little scenario is if Silva chose not to become a deputy but still had the worst luck in meeting the Seeds some time before the Reaping begins. And instead of Silva developing the likes of Stockholm Syndrome, the Seeds like Silva a bit too much and develop Lima Syndrome. Featuring a side plot of Kamski having to socialise with the Resistance to get Silva back. Snippet below:

According to his sources, the local cult was becoming anxious and more aggressive. Just like the Enforcers stationed down in the Minas had been. It was a major red flag for the both of them, and it had been enough to push Silva out of bed to grab her rifle and kick her skills back into gear.

Jurassic World: Before The Storm: 1 VOTE. Chapter 2 of my published Jurassic World fic (chapter 1 is pinned in my The UnTitledverse blog on Tumblr but can be alternatively found on AO3, fanfiction.net and Wattpad, links provided in the pinned post. The fic focuses on the bond of siblings and its importance (even with those who aren't blood related) and explores the worldview (both human and dinosaur) of the science and nature behind Jurassic World, but is also a slow-burn tragedy in the making as we get closer and closer to canon complicity. Snippet below:

Following the dark-haired brunette woman to the station, Joaquin couldn’t help but look in awe at how well the surrounding nature and man-made structures fit together. Smoothly combined to fill the station with life.

La Última En Pie: 1 VOTE. The prequel to Silva's Hope. Silva wasn't always Silva, you know? She was once known as Sylvester. A single mother trying to balance raising her 5-year-old hija Persephone and keeping her late hermana's floristry afloat, in a community she was still a stranger in. But she was free, and so was her ever curious and energetic hija who liked planes and was a fan of the celebrity bear, Cheeseburger. Living a normal life. Until Paul returned. But he had changed. And in six excruciating months, he changed her. Snippet below:

"Something is coming. You can feel it," Father glanced down next to him, where Sylvester's small frame stood, head bowed and body still, listening to the cold warm in his voice as he addressed her, "Can't you, Daughter?" Did she? Should she have? Sylvester knew something was coming, as she had been told for years. But could she feel it as Father did? She didn't answer, nor did she question, for to do either would be to insult Father and doubt his word, and he never tolerated such behaviour. He was always pleased with her silence. Sylvester could almost feel Father's gaze return to the window, satisfied by the lack of reply from her, as he continued.

And lastly, Miraculous Miracles: 1 VOTE. Here is a Miraculous Ladybug series where Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste are trained by Fu and a De-facto Guardian, an inter-dimensional warping plant-parasite (with limbs) named Hatter who uses magic cards to beat people up and cause property damage, along with his avatar(s) who get no benefit from switching places with Hatter in the "Other Dimension" while the hero himself hogs his time in their realm, hoping humans can survive on rocks. There is character development but Hatter does everything in his power to deter it (spoilers: he fails). This is only scratching the lighthearted surface, things in fact do get worse much later. Snippet below:

Hatter tilted his head at the pair of youth, wind from outside brushing against his leaves and roots. He looked around the hotel lobby; the pillars toppled, the stairs crumbled, the gaping hole in the front doors and the glass chandelier smashed on top of the unconscious akumatised victim. He nodded his head in faux agreement, and simply replied, "Quite."

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WIP Poll Tag (so quick... or maybe I'm a little confused lol! Anyway…)

Tagged by @inafieldofdaisies

Same Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

Here's another few WIPs from my The UnTitledverse, Far Cry The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters:

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @cassietrn @shallow-gravy @wrathfulrook @voidika @poisonedtruth @adelaidedrubman @josephseedismyfather @g0dspeeed @chazz-anova @strangefable and @direwombat + plus anyone else who wants to choose or is up for round two (at least that's what I've interpreted from being tagged).

[simplegenius042]

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

Aww, thanks for the ask AND the second kudos!

What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

There's a few, but two especially come to mind; La Última En Pie, which is a prequel to Silva's Hope, detailing Silva's (or as she referred to herself at the time, Sylvester) life with her young daughter Persephone, her reunion with her adoptive father Paul Yellowjack, and how that lead Silva to travel around the globe chasing after Paul and his "Apostles of Zachariah" as they kidnapped Persephone in a rather dubious attempt to get her to join their cult by witnessing the evils they commit firsthand. It pretty much explains how my future Junior Deputy shed the meek "Sylvester" identity to adopt the stronger "Silva" identity.

The other WIP I want to write is The Omniscient Rule: Dark Omen. Mostly because I want to write how three relatively minor characters (Jeff Hopper, Lisa Cobalt and Fizzer) significantly impact The UnTitledverse's plot and characters (especially the likes of Joaquin's arc) going forward, as well as get their time to shine. It's by far been one of my favorite WIPs from The UnTitledverse series to daydream about.

Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

Well with this question I give three answers; a scene (or rather a whole sequence, LOL) I am struggling with in one WIP as of this time would be the Apex's eventual escape from Malvolio's influence in Sonya's Push. I already got the before and after down, with the before being Jennifer failing at seducing Malvolio so she can assassinate him because she doesn't know he's NOT human, she gets pushed around by him and his bodyguard Denise, and then she goes to the bar to recover after Dicko and Malvolio clear up the "misunderstanding", and the after being the Apex murders almost everyone in the illegal underground arena and is chasing after Jennifer (as well as Dicko). The middle is muddled though: I've got the general idea (someone, preferably Jennifer, releases the Apex from both her stasis chamber and Malvolio's influence, and Malvolio gets out of dodge while Dicko runs for his life leaving Jennifer with a really pissed off Apex), I'm just trying to figure out how and why it comes into play (Why does Jennifer release the Apex, especially from the Beastie's master's control? What benefit does this serve in getting Jennifer in future scenes to want to go after Malvolio for revenge? How does the growing animosity between Dicko and Jennifer come into play here?, etc, etc).

Another thing I struggle with is capturing the evil of my antagonist OCs. With canon antagonists it's really easy; watch/read the antagonist and their thoughts and speeches and actions and go from there, read some meta posts, get authors/creators words on the character and their narrative and then vola! (NOTE: This isn't as easy as I make it sound, but it's easier than my own thoughts). But with my own, I'm having to deal with my own scatterbrained notes and details here. Especially when it comes to getting inside their minds. For example! Father Adam Omar (a major antagonist in Silva's life as he's her homicidal father and abuser) is not going to receive as much POV focus (especially from inside his own thoughts) as everyone else. In fact I've only planned one chapter that entirely focuses on his POV, which is a struggle because he's a batshit insane religious puritan fundamentalist Prophet with delusions of grandeur, a fascist dictator dead-set on colonizing the world after the Collapse happens with his heavily militarized army and an abusive piece of shit father whose a serial killer to his own children, all rolled into one horrible evil human being. With his main character trait being hypocrisy incarnate. (So pretty much I made a copy of the heavily demonized Fanon interpretation of Joseph Seed that strips him of his complexity and even virtuous qualities while making him out to be the worst bastard alive, but crank that shit from zero up to ELEVEN for Adam). The main struggle with writing the perspective of a character like this is to keep in mind that his thoughts must reflect his established character thus far but also his main character trait; which I've mentioned to be hypocrisy. This is not just for human antagonists either; Sir Enigma Malvolio, the main antagonist of Life, Despair & Monsters, is an intelligent creature from another dimension taking on the disguise of a human. With him I have to write a character who not only can't think like a human, but also cannot understand humans to a fault, while wanting to "improve" and "evolve" them while taking enjoyment in mutilating them without caring to understand why that's unethical.

Lastly, comes my number one enemy; romantic relationships. There are various types, and each one is more-or-less different for each couple, especially for the pairs (or more) of characters that are in that relationship. I want to ensure that each romance can be differentiated from the rest, because ironically, for someone who's somewhat disinterested, I've made the romances I have essential to the plot and the arcs of each character (e.g. Silva and Faith's arcs cannot progress without their very important relationship shattering their status quos and initial goals). Problem is, I'm not at all experienced with this stuff, so I rely on what I've seen between people in my personal life, media interpretations, fanfiction and hyperfixating on studies/research on this matter to help me. Especially for the really messy romances (e.g. Sonya and Jennifer).

SOoooo... yeah. That's what I deal with... but I love every second of it. Anyway, thanks for the ask! Don't be afraid to ask for more; I don't bite, but I do like to ramble!

[simplegenius042]

WIP Poll Game

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received

Just putting down a few I have from both The UnTitledverse, Far Cry The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters:

Tagging @voidika @adelaidedrubman @shallow-gravy @henbased @cassietrn @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @afarcry5fromstraight @inafieldofdaisies @gaeadene @wrathfulrook @snake-in-the-garden @alwayssunnyinedensgate and @strangefable + whoever else wants to join in (no pressure of course).

[simplegenius042]

FINAL RESULTS ARE IN!

Alright, from what I've calculated, below are the number of lines of the winner and others that I will be writing for each vote for my WIPs.

For the First Tie Winners - Silva's Hope and the "proposed arranged marriage" AU. The main FC5 story line and a little scenario separate from it -> 3 VOTES/SENTENCES EACH.

And the other Tie WIPS - La Última En Pie and Miraculous Miracles. The prequel to Silva's Hope and a Life, Despair & Monsters WIP where the parasitic inter-dimensional warping hero named Hatter and his human avatar(s) mentor Marinette and Adrian into becoming the heroes Ladybug and Chat Noir. Also very fluffy (be distracted) -> ONE SENTENCE EACH.

Thanks for joining in, I'll share two WIPs for Wednesday tomorrow.

WIP Poll Tag (so quick... or maybe I'm a little confused lol! Anyway…)

Tagged by @inafieldofdaisies

Same Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

Here's another few WIPs from my The UnTitledverse, Far Cry The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters:

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @cassietrn @shallow-gravy @wrathfulrook @voidika @poisonedtruth @adelaidedrubman @josephseedismyfather @g0dspeeed @chazz-anova @strangefable and @direwombat + plus anyone else who wants to choose or is up for round two (at least that's what I've interpreted from being tagged).

[the-silver-chronicles]

Heard @detectivelokis was locked out of her account so tagging her @jillvalentinesday blog instead.

WIP Wednesday + Last Line Paragraph

Tagged by @direwombat @g0dspeeed @inafieldofdaisies and @josephseedismyfather

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @cassietrn @chazz-anova @adelaidedrubman @wrathfulrook @shallow-gravy @strangefable @voidika @poisonedtruth @derelictheretic @detectivelokis @josephslittledeputy @vampireninjabunnies-blog @snake-in-the-garden @strafethesesinners @a-rose-in-a-garden-of-weeds @henbased @ladyofedens-blog @little-wolf-seed and @deputy-morgan-malone + anyone else who wishes to join and share.

Here's a WIP of Silva's Hope. And we got some Mary May! This isn't my most polished work so the final result will be a bit different once it's published. WIP below:

Mary May raised a brow at Nadi, regarding the smaller blonde with puzzlement. She finished polishing the glassware, placing it onto the counter with a soft clink.

Setting both arms firmly on the bar, Nadi's brown eyes had to endure the intensity of the barkeep's light blue. She noticed the skepticism, how the Fairgrave woman was running her words through her head, tearing them apart.

However, Nadi didn't waver from her poker face, and maintained the clueless Fall's End overseas nouvelle venue act. Masking emotions was a quality she learnt from Jacob, and later John had given her a few tips on how to hide intentions to get information better.

A pause was heavy between the two, until Mary May finally responded, but with her own question, "Now why do you want to know about a dead girl?"

Nadi smoothed a hand over to her small braid, playing with it as she answered, "Well, like I said, I've been learning so much about Fall's End for a few weeks now... to get a clearer picture on everything that goes about here, you know? But I can't seem to get a straight answer on this Omar girl. She seemed to have a... mixed reputation, non?"

Much to Nadi's delight, Mary May snorted as she shook her head, reaching under her counter to grab a beer bottle.

"Understatement of the century," the barkeeper mumbled, eyes easing the intensity in her eyes. Cagnotte, Nadi proudly thought to herself as Mary May's lips parted to answer.

“Now, so you know, my word isn’t exactly a picture perfect replication of who Elsa Omar was," Mary May stated, opening the bottle and pouring it into a glass for a patron, "Neither does anyone else in Fall's End. We only ever one or two sides of her, and that was what she wanted us to see. The closest you’re going to get to an accurate description of her would be from her older sister, but even then, I'd assume her account on her little sister wouldn't be anything but with rose-tinted glasses. What sister wouldn't think their sibling was anything more than the person they grew up with?"

Mary May held a distant look that Nadi pretended to not notice as she thought on her words. The short-haired blond couldn't help but agree with the sentiment. As an older sibling herself, she knew exactly what it was like to view those younger and older than herself in a different light than everybody else. Even when she probably shouldn't have. I'll need Sister Nancy to tell me more about this older sister of Elsa's. Hopefully she's managed to achieve her assignment by now.

"Now with that said,” Mary May paused, tapping her fingers against the wooden counter, “Elsa Omar was a performer, a tricky one at that. I believed her about her fragile bones. Defended her even. Because who would lie about something like that? Probably helped her case that there were times we heard of her getting what should have been very minor scrapes for anyone else but serious injuries for her. Multiple trips to the clinic wasn't unusual for that girl. Felt bad for her, as did everyone else. We were also in awe by her spirit, in spite of the disadvantage she had. I know I was."

Seeing that she still had Nadi's attention, Mary May continued, "I never like to speak ill of the dead. It just... never feels rights when the person isn't around to hear it themselves. But I gotta say, Elsa was, and will always be, one of the most confusing people I have ever met."

Nadi tilted her head, shuffling her stool seat closer to the counter, "How so?"

Mary May huffed, shaking her head with pursed lips and furrowed brows as she spoke, "I just never got her deal. She had a successful business. A family member close by. And got lucky with men and women alike. I honestly thought she was plenty decent until she continued to run her mouth around me. She could be really nice to you. She could be really good to you. She could have even made you believe she was your best friend. Or she could be a self-absorbed, rude shit with an ego that puts John Seed and Guy Marvel to shame. Never hated her, but didn't exactly like her either. Most people though either had one opinion or the other about her, both good and bad. As I said, she was tricky. And quite the actor. I could never tell which facade was her true self. If either was the "real her" anyways. She didn't cause unnecessary problems, or try to get my business shut down, which made me a little lenient to tolerate her. Her sister always got a free pass from me because she didn't bother anyone. Or she was too shy to. Though I chalked it up as someone who didn't have a good handle on their English yet. Never liked making conversation, always keeping things short. Not Elsa though, she talked like it was her way of breathing."

Nadi clasped her hands together and rested her chin on top, supported by her elbows on the bar counter, as she continued to listen to the sinner speak her mind. While the business she owned enabled others to indulge in their vices, Nadi couldn't help but be enraptured by Mary May's words. She could see why John had a small infatuation with the barkeeper. She had an aura of a person who was capable of taking care of herself, a reliable ally who could pull her own weight and someone who was tough. Someone who wouldn't go down that easily. All were admirable traits, and useful too. Not to mention, she was pleasing on the eyes.

Nadi felt disappointed that the other blonde let her Pride vehemently dictate her decisions, rejecting the Father's truth. John's chances to give salvation. Would've loved to see her walking around in Chosen attire, came the intrusive thought.

The image of a beauté like Mary May dressed as a Chosen, just like Nadi's fellow brothers and sisters back at the Veteran's Centre, darkened Nadi's cheeks, and her want for someone's touch return.

Shaking her head, Nadi shooed those tempting thoughts away. Restrain your LUST, Sinclair, a voice, either her own or John's, chided, You already need to resist charming your boss, don't push yourself further into sin by leading others or yourself down that path... again.

"Hey, you alright?" Mary May's voice cut through Nadi's thoughts.

Nadi blinked, and put on a smile before gesturing towards Mary May, "Oui. Got lost in thoughts. Please, continue."

And here is the last lines for La Última En Pie. Nightmare sequences are difficult to write (also trigger warning for child abuse, nightmares of implied child murder and, uh, creepiness):

“No matter where you hide. No matter how far you run. No matter which sinners you choose to sully what little virtue you have with,” Father told her, his grip getting tighter, constricting her breath, “You. Will always. Be. Mine."

Sylvester clawed at his arm, his wrist, his hand. Choking on screams he kept silent. "This isn't supposed to be happening," she wanted to say, so desperately, "This wasn't how this went." Her wide grey eyes stared into the unbothered gaze of whom she shared the colour with. Father drew her face closer to his, as he whispered his promise, "And we will be together in my Garden. My paradise. No matter which form I mold you in."