#game train

[sentfromwolves]

◈—⌈ character voice tag game ⌋

Rules: Rewrite the line of dialogue from the person who tagged you into the voice of your OC’s! (You can include a short beat of action to help establish character if you want.) Pass on the tag with a new line of dialogue.

Thank you so much for the tag, @sunset-a-story!! I love this concept and this idea and I'm excited to try it out hehe. I'll be doing this for the hbabl cast! my prompt is "I need help."

◈—« NEMESIS »

Nemesis laughed, a jackal sound, bitter at the edges, sour with self-hate. "Listen," he spat, a dog backed into a corner, baring its teeth because it didn't know how to do anything else, "I'm not asking because I want to. I'm asking because I have no other choice. And I won't say it again—so just help me." His voice smoked at the edges, snuffing out to something rawer. Something far more vulnerable, something young beyond belief. "Please."

◈—« JUDGE »

Judge rolled his cheek into the palm of their hand, nuzzling animal and rough. Blood smeared across his cheek, his neck. "I'll follow you wherever you go," he said, the rich, dark umber of his voice ragged and raw, "but I need you to lead the way for me first."

◈—« HALLIDAY »

Halliday made a bruised sound in the back of his throat, one first curled at his nape, fingers massaging up into the tangled mess of his hair. "I would do it on my own," he admitted, "I would—I tried to, but I can't. I'm sorry." He smiled despite the shame in his eyes. "I'm sorry."

◈—« DESMOND »

Desmond laughed, the sound razored and baleful. It mutilated itself with contempt. In the half-light, he looked nearly animal. Some creature you ran from, for fear of what its teeth could do. "God does not want me," he spat, "God does not care. I bruised my knees for him for two hundred years—and he does not care!" Another peel of laughter, shattered at the edges by a deeper, anguished noise. "All I have is this," he said, "All I have is right here. All I have is you. And what will you do? Why would you care? Even if I—" he cut himself off, but the prayer in his eyes was plain to see. Not a prayer to god at all, but you.

OK THIS WAS ACTUALLY SO HARD LMAO for a moment I wanted to just write Desmond laughing maniacally and then leaping off a cliff because he's. something else. and I wrote this prompt for him with a specific post-HBABL mindset. but I actually love this challenge, and it 100% was challenging!

I'll tag: @tananaphone @juls-writes @awritingcaitlin @turnips-creates @maddstermind @k-v-briarwood @loopyhoopywrites @forthesanityofstorytellers @interroblog @lunafiorewrites @lorenfinch @littleladymab @akiwitch @picrosswrites @crwn-nrth and anyone else who wants to do this game!

Your prompt is: You betrayed me.

>:3333 LETS GOOOO

[revgoodi]

iMessage game/follow train 🚂 🎱 send your numbers to whoever you wanna play with and follow them... don't be creepy with it 🙅🏾‍♂️🙅🏾‍♂️😭🤣😭

[sentfromwolves]

thank you @maddstermind for the reverse tag!! here is a short one from hbabl!! >:3

“Nemesis,” Judge said. His voice carried something inside of it—hesitance, vulnerability, the kind of plea bargain that precluded some damning reveal—maybe even the truth. Nemesis turned to him just as the GTO sped beneath the mouth of tunnel, into the yawning abyss beyond. For a moment, Judge’s cauldron gaze held his own—the only light in the dark. But then he closed his eyes and looked away. “No,” he said, “it’s nothing. Nevermind.” Nemesis wanted him to stop the car. Nemesis wanted him to say what was on his mind. Nemesis wanted—what?

tagging: @astorichan @fortunatetragedy @awritingcaitlin @ladywithalamp @surroundedbypearls @sodaliteskullwrites @trixies-show & open tag for anyone else!

[sentfromwolves]

✨heads up seven up : tag game✨

thank you @willtheweaver for the tag omg! sorry it is taking me so long to get around to these! ; 0 ; <3 I really appreciate it so much aaa!! shaking things up just a bit to give an excerpt from my unnamed dark fantasy >:3 heheheh

Hara—the dark abyss at the base of the mountain that was the world, a frothing starless sea. When I was younger, one of my older brothers had taken me before a mural in our aunt Selenine’s garden, hidden among overgrown ivies, flowering roses the size of our heads. “Here is Halysmeria,” he had said, pointing to the glowing peaks, “where us Eions live. And here is Carathé, the mortal slopes. There, below, that is Hara, the starless ocean where only monsters swim.”  A three-terraced world—for the gargantuan breadth of the mural and its many jeweled peaks glinting in the pale peach light of dusk, the mere trio of kingdoms within it felt inhospitably small. “And what of the mountain?” I’d asked. “Surely it has a name too.” My brother, panther-sleek and always clever, smirked his feline smirk. “Ousos,” he said. “The Tower, father called it, before he decided he wanted to live at the peak of a mountain instead.”

tagging: @astorichan @fortunatetragedy @aintgonnatakethis @ibuprofen-exe @thewriteflame @maddstermind @lorenfinch & anyone else who wants to partake! >:3

[sentfromwolves]

✨—« OC IN FIFTEEN » tag game

thank you so much for the tag, @willtheweaver !! I've never done this one before and I'm actually really excited to hehe >:3 I'm going to be doing this for Nemesis from HBABL. NO CONTEXT, HERE WE GO! ( •̀ ω •́ )y

✨—«rules» Include 15 or less lines of dialogue from an OC that describes their essence—you may include context, but the less the better.

“Fuck you! You deserved it, you absolute bitch. I hope it hurt like hell!”

2. “First of all, I haven’t agreed to help you with anything. Second of all, are you stupid?”

3. “Don’t put that in your mouth actually, witch magic’ll make you sick as shit."

4. “Eating babies?”

5. “If it’s about the demon, he’s stuck with me and you can’t have him.”

6. “Yeah, well, I’m not like other girls.”

7. “Make me.”

8. “What? Like it’s hard?”

9. “Don’t change your opinion on me so fast. I’m still about to do something incredibly stupid.”

10. “My mother fed monsters my liver every day for a month once. You’ll have to do better than this to frighten me.”

11. “Full offense, but I don’t trust you not to double cross me because you got bored while I was away.”

12. “I can’t tell you it’s going to be alright. I can’t tell you this isn’t a bad place, or what we find here won’t fuck us all up for sure. I can’t—I can’t do any of that. But I know a little about what it’s like to be scared—of your past, your future. You.”

13. “But I know who I am, and if I die, I’ll die knowing I was me right up until the end. My mother’s curse might kill me, but it can’t take that from me. Nothing can.”

14. “Listen to me, I’m not leaving this place without you. I don’t care if you couldn’t save me—but I am saving you.”

15. “Don’t think I regret it, I’d do it all over again, just to save you, yeah? So don’t think I regret how I went out. Not once. Not ever.”

HEHEHEHE (I'm so emo about Nemesis right now)

Tagging: @awritingcaitlin @tananaphone @juls-writes @lorenfinch @maddstermind @k-v-briarwood @saintedseraph @asablehart @wintherlywords @ryns-ramblings @littleladymab @night9uake @ladywithalamp @trixies-show

[sentfromwolves]

thanks for the tag, caitlin!!! >:3 you know what I'm working on right now hahaha so here is the last line I've written from hbabl!

◈ ⌈ His Body a Broken Law ⌋ —Chapter Seven Excerpt

Chaos snuffed, licking at Nemesis’s palms. For a few minutes, he just sat with his dog, trying not to fall right back into the pit October had opened up inside of him. He felt shaken to his core. He felt sick to his stomach. Thirty days, and he’d be dead. Thirty days, and all Nemesis had left was this stupid plan, this demon and the exorcist he wanted to eat, and a whole lotta blind, dumb hope.

Tagging: @tananaphone @maddstermind @k-v-briarwood @juls-writes @forthesanityofstorytellers @lorenfinch @chiefwritesbook @wintherlywords @littleladymab (and anyone else who wants to do it!)

[sentfromwolves]

thank you for the tag @awritingcaitlin !!! I feel so far behind on my tag games but I am slowly 🐌🐌🐌 catching up sobs. here's a lil bit from hbabl: interlude youth. let's GOO

❖ 》　HIS BODY A BROKEN LAW ; interlude . youth

You look in the mirror, and a silver-haired phantom looks back at you from the other side. Not the first ghost you’ve ever found in this house, and surely not the last, but perhaps the strangest of them all, with their star-white hair and acid emerald eyes, and the outlandish metal stabbed through their ears, the serpent on their throat sneering at you with all its sharpened teeth. “Who are you?” you ask, and he scowls and says, who are YOU?

Tagging: @lorenfinch @maddstermind @tananaphone @awritingcaitlin (reverse uno hehe) @interroblog @willtheweaver @ladywithalamp & open tag to anyone else who wants to do a llt game!