#drownedhymns

[feilien]

the most noticeable thing about your writing is the richness of it. there's nothing that is simply fluff, all of it really serves a purpose in getting the scene going, the point across, and showing matt in the best sense of himself. which i love.

{♚ x What is the most noticeable thing about my writing style? x}

AAAAAH, thank you so much, friend. I'm truly glad my writing comes across that way, because I feel like that's some seriously high praise tbh. I mean, do I wish I was a bit better at being ~fancy~ and more descriptive? Sure, but ig I'll gladly take this, too 🥺

[defiantflames]

[ STRADDLE ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap with one leg on either side of their legs, straddling them effectively. (From Yize Mayhaps 👁️)

Something shifted between Yize and himself these last few month. A simmer of something if Sasuke had to give it a description. Forgotten at times but always burning in the background. Fed by the time spent together, which been a lot more. Sasuke been spending more and more time at the car shop after all. If his day isn't completely booked he's found himself driving over to hang out while Yize finishes his shift. He's only admitted to himself that he's been looking forward to those evenings, especially the nights they sometimes bleed into. Some days they just head out together for a quick bite to eat, other times they're out past midnight fucking around.

It's those nights where that simmer has been fed into a warm fire more than several times. Casual brushes of hands and shoulders, leaning against each other, and a little more that leave them looking in the other direction. That little more are the ones that linger on Sasuke's mind well after they gone their separate ways. As he gets ready for bed and sinks into sleep. It plays over and over in his mind like a warm caress.

Now though…it seems Yize had enough. He's more than ready to feed the small fire and see if it turns into a raging one. Which is why when the other man straddles him, brown eyes light up with excitement. If they're going to test these waters, then let it be done right.

"If you're going to straddle me…" Grabbing Yize by the hips he drags him further up on his lap, right where he needs to be. "Sit where you're meant to."

Resting his hands on his thighs, he tilts his head back to shoot them a smirk.

@drownedhymns / SITTING IN SOMEONE'S LAP PROMPTS.

[huyaoxiaozi]

I absolutely LOVE everything about your writing. There is never a boring action, sentence, or prose. Everything is purposeful and beautiful and I always feel like I walk away knowing more about Zane with every response.

@drownedhymns ⋮ What is the most noticeable thing about my writing style? » always accepting!!

       It really means a lot to me that you feel that way 💖 I like to think of writing as an exploration and it's the character I'm writing who leads me along. I love getting the chance to dig in deep and explore, which I'm having a lot of fun currently with exploring AUs from completely different angles. 👀 I'm really happy that it seems to come across 🥹 Thank you sm!! 🫂

[ignisfate]

It had been years since Emma had the strength to return to the sight of the war. Years since she had the strength to come to a place where the source of all her trauma happened. She had once been a powerful being, protecting equally powerful dark elves from whatever may rise against them... she had one job, and it was to protect her mate, the Prince of the dark elves. And she had failed... she had trusted the wrong person, and while it was true she had been instructed to run with Asahi's dying breaths... she couldn't help but to wish she had joined him.

But her Father needed her... it was the only thing that kept her going these days.

Returning to the sight of the war now was enough to nearly bring her to her knees. Wandering through the land, she paused when she came across a grave that hadn't been there when her father and her had buried all those that had been killed. Approaching the gravestone, she knelt, wiping away whatever was on the face...

Only to freeze at the sight of her name.

How fitting, for as dead inside as she felt, for her to have a grave that reflected it. She wasn't sure how long she remained there kneeling, her black tail as still as can be and her black feline ears in a neutral position, but when she heard the sound of another approaching, she doesn't react.

If they wanted to kill her, by all means. Let her join her love.

"You have two second to explain why you're here on sacred ground," she intones, voice carrying despite speaking softly.

@drownedhymns

[stagborne]

I think the most noticeable part about your writing style is that, especially when you're writing will, I feel like his inner thoughts come out so vividly. he has a very unique voice !

What is the most noticeable thing about my writing style?

I’ve been working on this one hahaha. I lean heavily into his inner world because it’s usually much more reactive and responsive than how he appears on the surface! That being said, I often rely on it too heavily so I’ve been trying to actively write more actionable things and a lot more things verbally said to push the plot along.

[feilien]

@drownedhymns said: “ ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! (From Aphrodite) ” {♚ x RANDOM MEME I'M NOT GONNA HUNT DOWN x}

 "It is," Long Zhi insisted, unsure why Aphrodite was making such a fuss about it. Okay, maybe it wasn't exactly a scratch, but it wasn't as though he'd straight up been stabbed or anything. Just a simple cut, nothing more. "It looks worse than it is, I promise. It just... Bleeds a lot."

 Letting out a sigh, he reached for some of the gauze he'd grabbed on his way here ( why, exactly, his first instinct was to drop by her place, instead of going home, he couldn't really say ), and pressed it against the cut on his leg.

"Besides, you should see the other guy," he joked, offering her an almost impish grin as he looked at her. Except, well... It wasn't really a joke, was it? Long Zhi had made sure to get his revenge.

 "Anyway. You wouldn't happen to have a needle and some thread, would you?" Sure, he could go to one of their own doctors and have it taken care of—with anesthetic, instead of rawdogging it. But they had the nasty habit of reporting back to Xiao Dan, and that was the last thing he wanted. "Maybe a drink, too."

[mournus]

“Universe is the Sun watching its own self.”

@drownedhymns liked this for a starter

"Here!" Pinpirin set down the smoothie she'd made him on the table in her little treehouse. 'Treehouse' didn't quite convey the lengths she'd gone to make this workable and liveable. It fit her single bed, a full working kitchen, a bathroom with a shower, a table and all of her trinkets and decorations. Everywhere was covered with vines and florals and was extremely girly in its maximalism.

Even the smoothie, it was in a cup shaped like a lily, with whipped cream, and sprinkles, and a cherry on top. She sat down happily beside him.

"It's strawberry! Hope you-you like it!" she was still kicking herself that she got to see him again, that she got to be close to him, that she got to really talk to him.

[defiantflames]

[ appear ] for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured (Yize and Sasuke)

His gaze snaps to where his front door is. Frantic knocks filling the bottom floor of his town home. Sasuke narrows his eyes behind his glasses, suspicion spreading throughout his body. He closes his book softly and sets it on his bedside table. His orange tabby lifts his head, blinking sleepily at the knocks. He rises to stand, intent on following the sound of the noise, but Sasuke presses his hand against his head signaling him to stay. At the foot of his bed, Amaya, his white husky watches the bedroom door with hard focus. Body rigid, ears straight, and muscles coiled for an attack. Sasuke commands her to stay in the room too, brushing his hand against her ears, assuring her everything is handled. As he opens the door, his hand reaches for a blade tucked in his bookshelf.

With careful, precise steps he makes his way to the door. The knocking has subsided, but that doesn’t mean the person is gone. Sasuke keeps the lights off, and when his bare feet hit the tile he moves even more slowly. Cautiously he peers into his door’s peephole, and curses a moment later. Quickly he undoes his locks and flings open the door.

“Yize,” he hisses, bending down to make sure the man is still even conscious. Sasuke drops to a knee and notices the hand clutched at his side. Alright, not dead. Taking his arm and wrapping it around his shoulders, Sasuke takes on his weight to help him to his feet.

“I'm moving you, so take a breath or whatever to get through the pain,” he informs,” and I’m taking you to my dining table.” It’s slow moving, but they get there. Sasuke moves quickly to shut the door, locking it again before taking a closer look at Yize’s side. Some red is bleeding through his shirt.

“I’m going to grab the first aid kit I have. Be right back.” Disappearing down a small hallway, the light to his bathroom flickers on. Sasuke pulls it out, opens it to make sure everything is as he left it a week ago. Look, it gets a lot of use. That just means everything is updated and stocked. Returning to the kitchen, he sets the kit on the table and kneels before his friend.

“Pull back your hand Yize. Let me see if I’ll be able to put you back together.” If not, he’s going to need make a special call to someone that’s handled worse for him.

@drownedhymns / injury/hurt prompts bc reasons