I was tagged by @sheps-shepherd and of course took a week to do it and then went completely overboard and completed it for two of my wips. Sorry not sorry!
The first is OG fantasy and it's what I was working on this morning. Of Woolen Hollow:
W - When we arrive back at our little campsite, Ham's tail thumps the earth but he doesn't look away from the herd as they wander nearby, searching the pine-needle strewn dirt for grass and weeds to mow down into nothing.
A - A creak outside his door is his only warning before the doorknob turns.
N - No apologies necessary because they have a cause greater than personal pleasure and it takes precedence over everything else.
D - "Did you think you were different just because you go around in that silly costume?”
E - "Everyone thought I was losing my touch, but I got you in the end you little puke."
R - Run, run, run. Pros: If he screws this up, he’ll finally find out where the city’s missing population is. Cons: If he screws this up, he’ll be one of them.
And this is from Iron Impostor/Hometown Hero, my Harley-centric fic where parkner doesn't happen. I realized after finishing this for oWH that it was only fair to repay parkner with... the closest I've got right now which is Harley lol Also the rough draft for this is DONE I just need to edit it up and start posting but I've been hella burnt out so it just hasn't happened. Soon? Hopefully?
W - “We’re scavengers livin’ on crumbs! You think you’re all hot shit because you get to steal and think it makes you heroes. Well I just think you’re shit!” And with that he hawks a wad of spit onto Harley’s boot.
A - Abbie swallows thickly. "He was holding them off so we could get away."
N - "No, I just…" [Peter] takes in Harley like he's something new. Or unexpected. "I didn't think you'd come back once you had them."
It stings even though it shouldn't. He's given Peter no reason to think anything different. He had to have his arm twisted into every moment of heroism before, so why would this one be any different?
"The plan hasn't changed," Harley says eventually. "Two idiots in, four idiots out. I was short an idiot."
D - "Don't stop fighting, but please, let me go."
He holds his wrists out to the nearest agent. "My name is Harley Keener. I think you're lookin' for me."
E - "Enough," [Mama] says. There's no heat in it this time. No bite. She sounds sad. She sits up but doesn't look him in the eye as she takes his hand in both of hers. "Please, baby, you're not hearing me."
R - Rag over his finger, [Harley] traces the ring around the extinguished light in the center of the chest plate. Then he flicks his rag clean. "[Tony] didn't say much—I think he knew how jealous I was—but he mentioned you a few times when he remembered to call. High schooler, like me. Projects you were working on. How fucking fast you picked things up. How frustrating it was that you didn't see your potential as clearly as he did." Harley's upper lip peels into a bitter smile. "I hated you for being there while I was stuck here."
Tagging: @shipskicksandgiggles @writer-or-whatever @wildswrites and anyone else who wants to play! Your word is HEIST. Good luck!