DarkShadows93--- Ao3 Blog

Name: Shadows, Hawk, Red. Pronouns: She/her current obsession: Hazbin Hotel  Link to Page: https://archiveofourown.org/users/DarkShadows93

[darkshadows93]

I hate that since I've been done with school for the semester, I've barely had time to write. I have three works I need to work on and my motivation has been shot.

*shakes muse* let me write dangit

[enabuns]

Taking a break from comms and good omens art to bring you this exclusive first look at The Pitt Season 3 opener🤠

[darkshadows93]

He yelled at the SWAT team as they rushed into the house. What he yelled at them, he couldn’t remember. But Jack yelled at them for their mistakes nonetheless. He made it his mission for them to call them out on their bullshit, their carelessness, and their inability to just fucking knock before someone innocent was to be harmed. Some stopped to help him as he struggled to his feet, his dying prosthetic becoming more of a peg leg ornament than a useful limb, but he refused. He didn’t want anyone touching him or the child, who was stable in his arms. They were fucking lucky that the kid was still breathing, or Hell would have frozen over.   “I'm so fuckin…” His words were slurred as he spoke, and the world tilted on its axis as he limped away from the house. Jack was done. Tired of this bullshit bureaucracy that came with the police force and hell, healthcare. He was tired of the pointless raids, the targeted people just because they didn’t look like him. He was tired of lowballing numbers to help a scared teen. He was tired of watching Dana get attacked. He was tired of wanting something so much, knowing she would never want him to.  He was tired of Robby being a narcissistic asshole. He was tired of being the one stable thing in the ED. He was so fucking tired.  Jack wanted to sleep, but he knew better, especially with head trauma. That’s what he had, right? A concussion, perhaps. Hopefully, that wasn't progressing towards a brain bleed or cerebral edema. Boy, those sons of bitches of grenades always seemed to pack a punch, didn't they? What could he have given to have Dana right there, smacking him awake? Would she be mad if he did fall asleep in her arms? Would she be mad if he told her his secrets? How had he fallen ever so hard for her? Wishing nothing more than what she had in life. Wishing that he could have given his wife the life Dana had.

from Chapter 1 of Days Turned to Chaos

[incorrect-the-pitt]

[alexisneverokay]

dennis whitaker when it's suggested he's slept with a woman (😧🥴) VS dennis whitaker when his 50-ish year old attending praises him and fistbumps him(😄😍✨️✨️)

[weaponised-soul]

this is literally everything I have to live for

[alexisneverokay]

dennis whitaker when it's suggested he's slept with a woman (😧🥴) VS dennis whitaker when his 50-ish year old attending praises him and fistbumps him(😄😍✨️✨️)

[weaponised-soul]

this is literally everything I have to live for

[darkshadows93]

“Alright, alright. I’ll see what I can do.” Abbot hummed loudly as he nervously looked down at the crying baby, “But he’s a grown-up, Dana. He’s going to choose what and when he’s going to listen.”

“He’s acting like a child.”

“No, he’s acting like a grown-up who needs to go on a vacation.”

“A vacation with death, I’d supposed.”

“Dana… sweetheart,” Jack moaned as the baby’s cries seemed to soften to whimpers against his chest. He groaned, shifting his shoulder from the newfound dampness pooling in his breast pockets, “What do you want me to say? He’s not going to listen.”

“Try something! Put him on a 302 or do what you do best– talk to him! How many times has he talked you away from the ledge? Can you at least do that? Can you at least make him promise to come back in one piece?”

“Of course, I will. You, I will. But he…” Jack paused as he glanced down at the baby, who started to doze off again, “he doesn’t like to listen to me half the time either.”

“Then make him Jack Abbott. Make him listen to you or find someone who will.”

“And who, per tell, are you suggesting, Dana? I’m usually the last resort to get Robby to say anything that doesn’t revolve around work.” Jane cooed loudly as she reached out and promptly stuck her fingers in Jack’s mouth. He coughed out a laugh at the attempt, pulling her fingers out of his mouth and patted her back, “Stand down, recruit. No need to put your fingers in questionable orifices, now, ma’am.”

“You know who.” Dana shot him a look with a nervous smile

“Whitaker?” Abbot choked out, meeting Dana’s sharp look as she met him in the center of the room, “ Dana, come on, just because Robby has this ridiculous crush on his kid and won’t admit it doesn’t mean that we should throw him in the fire.”

“We are all burning under these flames, Jack. Robby is dead set on burning us down with him. We can either extinguish these flames or be consumed by them. If you can’t get to him, maybe the kid can."

“And if he doesn’t?” Jack asked honestly as Dana took Jane from his arms and laid her in the bed, “What do we do then?”

“I…” Dana whimpered as she tucked in the baby, lowering her head in short prayer as she cried to herself “I don’t know, Jack. I really… don’t know.”

~~~ from Chapter 4 "Distraction" of The Collapse, and Thereof

[schwarznummer1]

once more to see you

[whyactlikeahuman]

[quasikool]

#i literally crack up everytime #at least ten of the notes are from me

[iris-in-the-rain]

Robby: I'm not the one who spends his free time making audio porn!!

Jack:

Gif by @lissa

[luna-azzurra]

Forbidden Romance Sentence Starters!!

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "we can't keep meeting like this. someone's going to notice."

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "i know this is wrong, but i can't seem to stay away from you."

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "if they find out about us, everything falls apart. you understand that, right?"

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "delete that message. delete all of them. we can't leave evidence."

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "you need to stop looking at me like that in public."

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "meet me at midnight. you know where. come alone."

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "we could run away together. leave all of this behind. just say the word."

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "this is the last time. i mean it. ...why don't i ever mean it?"

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "i'm supposed to hate you. my family would disown me if they knew."

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "pretend you don't know me when they ask. please. for both our sakes."

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "every rule we break brings us closer to disaster."

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "you're engaged to someone else. i'm just... what? what am i to you?"

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "they'll never accept us. we're from completely different worlds."

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "i lied to everyone i care about just to be here with you tonight."

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "this secret is killing me, but losing you would kill me faster."

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "we have to choose. them or us. there's no middle ground anymore."

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "i dream about a world where loving you isn't a crime."

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "stop sending me flowers. people are starting to ask questions."

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "one stolen moment with you is worth a thousand proper lifetimes without."

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "they're watching. act natural. pretend i'm nothing to you."

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "when this all falls apart—and it will—promise you won't regret me."

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "i've never broken a rule in my life until i met you."

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "we're playing with fire. eventually, we're going to get burned."

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "choose me. just once. choose me over everything else."

[luna-azzurra]

Tips for Writing Injuries

✧ Broken ribs suck. You don’t just “walk it off.” Breathing hurts. Laughing hurts. Existing hurts. Characters with rib injuries won’t be doing heroic sprints.

✧ Concussions aren’t instant naps. Dazed vision, nausea, dizziness, maybe even personality changes, but they’re not going to collapse neatly like in the movies.

✧ Blood loss is sneaky. It’s not just about dramatic pools of blood. It’s dizziness, confusion, and the body getting cold as circulation tanks.

✧ Adrenaline lies. Someone can take a serious injury and not feel it until the fight’s over. That “I didn’t realize I was bleeding until later” trope? Very real.

✧ Twisted ankles are brutal. One bad step and suddenly running is off the table. Even walking hurts like hell. Perfect way to ground a chase scene.

✧ Burns linger. Even small burns hurt more than most people expect. Blisters, infection risk, constant pain, it’s not just a cool scar later.

✧ Dislocated shoulders = useless arm. Characters can’t keep swinging a sword or firing a gun. They’re basically fighting one-armed until it’s fixed.

✧ Shock is a thing. Pale skin, trembling, rapid heartbeat, and eventually disorientation. A character might not even realize how bad their wound is.

✧ Stitches aren’t magic. Getting sewn up is painful and recovery takes time. They’re not instantly battle-ready after a needle and thread.

✧ Scars tell stories. Some fade, some don’t. Some stay sensitive forever. Don’t forget the aftermath when the wound becomes part of the character.

[luna-azzurra]

List of Character flaws

─ .✦ Stubbornness, Unyielding in one's own views, even when wrong.

─ .✦ Impatience, Difficulty waiting for long-term results.

─ .✦ Self-doubt, Constant uncertainty despite evident abilities.

─ .✦ Quick temper, Excessive reactions to provocations.

─ .✦ Selfishness, Prioritizing one's own needs over others'.

─ .✦ Arrogance, Overestimating one's own abilities.

─ .✦ Trust issues, Difficulty trusting others.

─ .✦ Perfectionism, Setting unreachable high standards.

─ .✦ Fear of change, Avoiding changes.

─ .✦ Haunted by the past, Old mistakes or traumas influencing the present.

─ .✦ Jealousy, Envious of others' successes.

─ .✦ Laziness, Hesitant to exert effort.

─ .✦ Vindictiveness, Strong desire for revenge.

─ .✦ Prejudice, Unfair biases against others.

─ .✦ Shyness, Excessive timidity.

─ .✦ Indecisiveness, Difficulty making decisions.

─ .✦ Vulnerability, Overly sensitive to criticism.

─ .✦ Greed, Strong desire for more (money, power, etc.).

─ .✦ Dishonesty, Tendency to distort the truth.

─ .✦ Recklessness, Ignoring the consequences of one's actions.

─ .✦ Cynicism, Negative attitude and distrust.

─ .✦ Cowardice, Lack of courage in critical moments.

─ .✦ Hotheadedness, Quick, often thoughtless reactions.

─ .✦ Contentiousness, Tendency to provoke conflicts.

─ .✦ Forgetfulness, Difficulty remembering important details.

─ .✦ Kleptomania, Compulsion to steal things.

─ .✦ Hypochondria, Excessive concern about one's health.

─ .✦ Pessimism, Expecting the worst in every situation.

─ .✦ Narcissism, Excessive self-love.

─ .✦ Control freak, Inability to let go or trust others.

─ .✦ Tactlessness, Inability to address sensitive topics sensitively.

─ .✦ Hopelessness, Feeling that nothing will get better.

─ .✦ Dogmatism, Rigidity in one's own beliefs.

─ .✦ Unreliability, Inability to keep promises.

─ .✦ Closed-offness, Difficulty expressing emotions.

─ .✦ Impulsiveness, Acting without thinking.

─ .✦ Wounded pride, Overly sensitive to criticism of oneself.

─ .✦ Isolation, Tendency to withdraw from others.

[luna-azzurra]

Body language cues for a few Emotions

REPOST!

── .✦ Happiness

Smiling genuinely, with crinkles around the eyes.

Open body posture, with relaxed arms and shoulders.

Leaning forward slightly towards the person of interest.

Making eye contact with a warm and engaged expression.

── .✦ Anger

Tightened jaw and clenched fists.

Furrowed brows and narrowed eyes.

Standing or sitting with a rigid and tense posture.

Pointing fingers or aggressive gestures.

Raised voice or speaking through gritted teeth.

── .✦ Sadness

Downcast eyes and a drooping posture.

Slumped shoulders and shallow breathing.

Avoiding eye contact and withdrawing from social interaction.

Sighing or a subdued tone of voice.

Tearfulness, with watery or red eyes.

── .✦ Fear

Widened eyes with dilated pupils.

Raised eyebrows and a tense facial expression.

Frozen or rigid body posture.

Backing away or seeking physical distance from the perceived threat.

Trembling or shaking, especially in the hands or legs.

── .✦ Surprise

Raised eyebrows and widened eyes.

Mouth slightly agape or forming an "O" shape.

Leaning forward or recoiling backward in response to the surprise.

Quick inhalation or gasp of breath.

Rapid blinking or blinking more than usual.

── .✦ Disgust

Curling the upper lip or wrinkling the nose.

Narrowing the eyes and raising the upper eyelids.

Turning the head away or physically distancing oneself from the source of disgust.

Covering the mouth or nose with the hand or a tissue.

Expressing verbal disgust through phrases like "ew" or "yuck."

[luna-azzurra]

Quick Tips for Writing Descriptions

⟢ PICK THREE DETAILS MAXIMUM! your reader doesn't need to know every piece of furniture. Give them the broken clock on the mantle, the smell of cigarettes embedded in the couch, the water stain on the ceiling shaped like Italy. Their brain will fill in the rest. You're not writing an insurance inventory!!!

⟢ Use the senses people forget. Everyone does sight and sound, but what about: the metallic taste of fear, the way humidity makes your clothes stick, the phantom itch of being watched, that gross feeling when you touch something unexpectedly wet. GET WEIRD WITH IT

⟢ MOTION IN YOUR DESCRIPTIONS!! (Please?) don't just tell me the curtains are blue, tell me they're "shuddering in the AC blast" or "hanging limp like they've given up." Static description is a sleep aid. Make things MOVE

⟢ Your narrator's voice should COLOR everything! A depressed character won't describe the sunset as "beautiful mauve and amber streaking across the sky," they'll think "the sun's dying again, doing its whole performance art thing with the clouds"

⟢ Stop with the mirror descriptions! :( "She looked in the mirror and saw her auburn hair and green eyes" NO. Banned. Forbidden. Find literally any other way. Have another character notice. Show through action. Slip details in naturally. The mirror thing is lazy and we all know it

⟢ Similes and metaphors: COMMIT OR DON'T DO IT! "like" is not a get-out-of-jail-free card. "Her anger was like a storm" is BORING. "Her anger rolled in with the methodical inevitability of a hurricane, and he was standing in a trailer park in Florida" now we're TALKING

[chaseadrian]

enraged!dana evans my beloved <3 THE PITT 2.12, "6:00 P.M."

[darkshadows93]

Dana is my hero

[bexism]

the pitt | i got soul but i'm not a soldier

[acherontiaa-styx]

DON'T SPEAK TO ME FOR THREE TO FIVE BUSINESS DAYS I AM NOT OKAY