#call-2-arms

[crimesoughtarchive]

@call-2-arms liked for a one liner starter!

"Gods you must be fun at parties."

[twcwheelera]

"It has been some time since I have seen you. I almost forgot what a pleasure it is." (from Megatron~)

So focused at her task, Arcee doesn't notice the large mech approaching. With muffled grunts, she drags containers, far bigger than her entire top frame, from the storage - enough the door could be closed, kneeling down in exhaustion. Working as a delivery, surely was more heavy labour than she ever experienced as a dancer.

How exactly she is going to proceed? She has no idea.

And that thought process comes to a stop.

It had been some time she heard his voice.

" Megatron...?" Helm turns - with a smile that slowly crawls over her features as she gets up from her knees. Indeed, the mech himself. His absence had been known, after all, he deserved some time on his own, and she respected it.

" A pleasure it is... what a lovely surprise." Arms spread lightly in welcoming manner, her paint work covered in dust and dirt from the storage - but since there was some traffic, she decided to spare contact for more private moment. " If I had known, I would have made sure to be little more presentable."

[elkenbulwark]

// writer's dilemma - your character has only known one way of existence (that it's not even of benefit for them to remain in and is actually an iceberg of toxic ) only to have it all stupendously blow up and sink all at once except one tiny piece of Titanic style raft pallet they are fighting to stay on while simultaneously wrestling with and taking turns dunking and drowning and being drowned by the only other surviving piece of the past they have left. How does your character get off the raft?

Me. A writer: let's definitely join a cult-

[apalestar]

What are trends when it comes to writing that you dislike?

@call-2-arms from questions for the mun

Since I've spoken about formatting before... overly purple prose when we are abusing the thesaurus like an impatient man with the close elevator doors button. I enjoy a bit of flowery language as well as the next person, but there does come a time when it's too much. And despite re-reading a passage over and over again... I don't get what the writer is trying to say.

All I'm saying is once we go past Oscar Wilde levels, we need to put down that thesaurus.

[bruinescence]

@call-2-arms cont.

As the darkness began to deepen around him within one of many throats that connected the stretched and left-wanting reach of Silvanus to the subterranean world below, he could not help but think of another child lost within a different brand of darkness he'd yet to find a ladder into. Perhaps it was misguided of him to chase that startled instinct of so desperately wanting to find his oldest friend within a century of lost echoes and shifting shadows? Kagha had said as much back at the grove when in her pestilence, she'd pointed out how the Archdruid could not, in good faith, put the needs of the grove first when he was far more concerned with chasing the ghosts of the past like they were simply memories best stored away in a safe along with a tattered journal and a halberd soaked in a brand of sorrow more potent than any snake's venom.

If Sornin did not already find the druid's actions misguided, Halsin could only imagine the drow's unrelenting displeasure at the very idea that the Archdruid of the emerald grove didn't just want to, but needed to save at least one child in duress from the dark to keep the heavy burden in his chest from causing him to sink yet again below the surface of shadows he'd been bobbing along all this time. Because if he were to go under yet again he feared, it might be another century or two than he had left before he gained a head above the water enough to make out the direction of a faint glimmer that would guide him to the spot where Thaniel lay trapped as a lighthouse in a heavy fog.

He felt the additional weight joining him on the ladder when it gave a few extra creaks, and a quick tilt of his head up to confirm his suspicion had a faint smile flicker across the tense expression he wore on the way down as he fully expected to find an awful sight for the surface that anyone else that lived below might not bat an eye over. "Of course... and I will accept your telling me so with grace and without further lip." The druid promised, halfway glad for the banter on the unnerving climb downwards.

Once his boots had hit rock bottom, Halsin swiftly turned and stepped out into the pooled blackness as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the underworld. His elvish vision easily cut through the ink after a moment, and he only but waited until the brush of druid leaves upon his drow companion's shoulder brushed against his bicep when the other joined him before he set forth in the direction he detected a sharp whimper and the offputting sound of rocks shifting. Coming upon a cliff side that led to a steep drop down onto a lower level partially lit by flower beds of mushrooms, he took a moment to stoop and quietly observe the scene below.

"PlEAse!" A young drow girl stood her ground across from an older, male counterpart who showed no signs of engagement other than having brandished a double-edged sickle that he wielded along the length of his arm. Eyes as black as the surroundings seemed pinned solely on the girl who couldn't have been more than ten at best- her pale amethyst complexion a dirtier shade of crushed plum in the center of a wet, sniveling expression. "Please, Seldzar- I don't...I don't wanna hurt ya. They can't make me!"

"Tch." The older drow scoffed at the display, though he still remained poised into the proper battle stance. The only pity about him was that he did not advance again to send her shrieking angrily and backing away as he had earlier. "Stop this nonsense. Immediately! You are proving that Lolth chose right for this test. You must attack me, Nathrae. I will die either way...my purpose is to keep you from the fate of the Striders now. Now come, and prove your wroth to our goddess!"

"NO!" The girl stamped her foot, flinging the dagger she'd been given earlier at the foot of the man. "I won't do it-! I won't hurt you...you're my, my friend-...you've been with me this whole time! I can't lose you like my parents too- I can't!" With a wail, she backed up blindly, blotting the dirty tears out of her eyes.

A deep frown set in the druid's expression as he considered the scene, particularly when the older drow straightened out of his defensive posture in order to begin the ruthless stride into towards the child, brandishing the scythe with a furious flick of his arm. Giving a start like he was about to jump down between the situation, he felt Sornin's arm move in front of him like a blockade to which he had to swivel a furious if not confused glance to the drow. "You would let this progress?" Whatever 'this' was...the only thing he could recognize was the distress in the child's actions and the raw panic in her voice as she continued to beg the advancing drow until she had no choice but to dart towards the wall both he and Sornin were set upon, her nails bloodying as she tried to scrabble uselessly up the rock face. In an instant, Halsin's eyes flashed with a golden fury as he bared his teeth. "I won't stand for this barbarism! Let me through, damn you-"

[theunburntprotector]

Starter for @call-2-arms​

The smells of the bustling market in Volantis were something of a mix between mouthwatering and putrid. Ser Jorah had already found them fresh fruit and rich strips of meat to fill their stomachs, which meant Daenerys roamed the crowded city streets for nothing more than to pass the time. At a small tent, the little Targaryen queen clutched a piece of jewelry, before her attention gathered on the hoard of people who appeared to watch something across the way. Shouting was at its center, followed by a roar of cheers.

"A man called Rollo," Jorah said solemnly, "He finds oddities. People with special gifts, or magic, and displays them like things. Pits some of them against one another for entertainment." 

Again, the fighting grew louder, and Dany thrust them both through the crowds until they came upon the match. A man whose muscles were thick as stone, larger than anyone she had seen, lunged toward a wolf while onlookers chanted for its demise. Why wish such a terrible fate on an innocent animal?

"I don’t understand."

"He’s not a wolf, Khaleesi," said Jorah, "I’ve heard of these things. Fabled to live far north beyond the wall. They transform from man to beast."

Whatever the thing was, it was human enough that Dany felt shame. What a terrible life it must lead, alone and enslaved to such treachery. In a different world, would her dragons be treated so differently? Would she, the last remaining Targaryen who could walk through fire unscathed?

"Stop! Stop it! Stop!" Her cries fell on deaf ears, so Daenerys moved closer to the ring. "I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen and I command that you set this poor creature free!" This time, the girl was heard, and the man called Rollo sneered in her direction. He spouted obscenities and called her names and demanded his weight in gold if she was feeling so charitable toward the damned.

Rather than gold, Dany instructed a bewildered Jorah to retrieve Silver, who came trotting forth carrying her large wooden crates. The wicked smile on Rollo's fat face diminished as soon as the girl's threats of setting her dragons on him brought truth. Dracarys. She released them from their crates, chained, and allowed the largest one with black scales to breathe a fiery warning. It took little more convincing than that (Rollo was, it appeared, a coward) and so Daenerys Targaryen offered flecks of her dragons’ supper to the wolf.

[pellelavellan]

— letting them rant without judgement ( for Tobi because reasons lol )

@call-2-arms

Pelle sat quietly unmoved by the fury unfolding around him. Trinkets and pewter goblets clattered against the walls, chairs overturned save for the lonely chair Pelle sat in surrounded by the storm of Tobi's rage.

The outburst did not stop at destruction. Bellowed curses shook the room as Tobi went about his fit. Any normal man might worry that the werewolf would turn on him and flee, but Pelle had little interest in leaving him to battle his emotions on his own. Tobi might have felt rage in a way purer than most, but his feelings were no less real, nor any less raw and demanding to be felt than anyone else's.

The young elf said nothing, he only listened. He knew better than to speak even if he wanted to. He had no interest in interrupting or asking Tobi to stop. Troublesome as it was he needed this, and Pelle knew that. He was there to listen if Tobi wished to speak, but otherwise he intended to let him have this.

[thechrissycunningham]

@call-2-arms​:

At Chrissy’s excitement, Eddie couldn’t help but bear a grin. It was actually pretty damn cute to see how excited she was over a simple A chord. He could remember the first time he’d picked up a guitar, it was an old acoustic one, but even with that he thought he could rule the world. Now, he was a skilled player and had a band, and he was somehow teaching Chrissy, one of the most popular girls in Hawkins High, how to play a simple chord.

“Yeah, that’s it!” he replied, gesturing his arms to her in a wide manner. “Hawkins better watch out, the new Chrissy is coming out to play and she’s a badass.” He moved his arms to play a riff of his own air guitar before he settled back to a crouch in front of her.

“But that’s just the A chord. You’ve got a lot more to learn until you can play a real brutal riff. That is, if you’re really interested in getting to learn. Although... it maaaay come at a cost.”

Everybody knew Eddie wasn’t passing school any time soon. At least, not without proper help. It wasn’t that he was stupid, he just wasn’t interested in most of the shit they taught in school. Honestly, how would any of it help in his real life anyway?

“What would you say to helping me graduate? ‘Cause... ya know... I’m not getting any smarter. I don’t really wanna turn out like my old man...” He looked back at her and tried to shrug it off. “I mean, that’s only if you want to. You don’t have to say yes. I’ll still teach you how to play.”  

♡ *:･ 𝒞.𝒞. *:･♡         Well, yes, she couldn’t play a song producing only A chords. Still, it was just enough to show her that it was something she might actually be able to do. That alone was motivation to continue. For once, she just wanted to be good at something she enjoyed by her own decision, not her mother’s, not the student body’s, not Jason’s. Just her choice. 

She laughed softly at his declarations. No one had ever called her a badass before, at least not to her knowledge. She liked the sound of it, truthfully. New Badass Chrissy felt more empowering than the charade of the Queen of Hawkins High... 

When the prospect of assisting Eddie was offered, she looked at him with visible surprise. They was he worded it somehow made the request feel more genuine, too. She couldn’t imagine working at the plant was that bad of a career, but it was somehow enlightening to know that Eddie craved something more fulfilling than that. 

“Well, I can,” she agreed, eyes lowering for a moment. “I’ll try, at least. But, between you and me, my grades aren’t exactly the best, either. I’m not doing very well in English, Journalism, or Math.” As much as she hated to admit it, the fact that she was Head Cheerleader was probably the only thing that was saving her. With two “P.E.” courses to carry her with pristine As, she was batting a meager C average. “But I’ll do my best. Who knows? Maybe if we even just... study... together, it’ll help both of us.”