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OC Height Tag

Thanks to @oh-no-another-idea for the tag!

Rules: Describe or show your characters' heights. (I used this site!)

I did this with the Band - sadly there weren't any with wings for Kai, and I couldn't use any of the ones with bows for Phoenix because they messed up the proportions of the lineup, but other than that I love how this came out!

Tagging @new-royston-cursebreakers @druidx and anyone else who wants to!

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Finding the Write Time - "Can you feel that?"

This is part of @did-i-do-this-write's monthly Writblr challenge, Finding the Write Time!

Now, this is technically July's prompt, but I've been really busy all month and thought that late was better than never, so here's a very quickly thrown together piece about Phoenix and Kai!

( @meteorify a little bit of fmb content for you! :D)

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"I told you not to get yourself killed." 

Phoenix looks down at me from where he stands, shaking his head as I strain mine to see him. From where I'm lying on the table below him, I can only catch a glimpse of his expression, but a moment is all I need. He's not happy.

"Technically, I didn't-"  "Don't give me that shit, if Riley hadn't literally pulled you out of there then we wouldn't be having this conversation, would we?" 

He's got a point. "Fine. Yes. I'm sorry." 

He shaks his head again, before bending down. His eyes are level with mine, and I blink quickly, trying to look anywhere but those electric blue spheres boring a hole in my skull. 

"Look, just give me a couple of hours, I'll be fine," I say in a half-arsed effort to try to get him to leave me alone. It doesn't work.  "No, no, you've done yourself some proper damage." He pulls himself off and looks at my back. 

I haven't had the strength to twist my neck around and check how bad the damage is back there, but from the fact that even thinking about moving my wings is enough to send a jet of pain streaming through my body, I can imagine that it's not too pretty behind me. 

"Right, you know I'm not an expert in these things, but I'm going to take a look at your wings."  "Fine, just don't- don't break them any more than they are already." I try not to sound too scared. "I'll try my best." I think he might be scared too. 

I feel him tentatively reach a hand out before he makes contact with my wing - he touches a bone, a bone that is definitely damaged. 

"Can you feel that?"  "AGH- Yes! Yes! Almighty, that hurts-" I choke back a scream, and he quickly pulls his hand back.  "Well. You're not paralysed, there's that."  "Was- ow-" I try to look at him. "-was that someting that we were worried about?" "It was something that we didn't want to rule out too quickly." "Oh." Do I look that bad? "But the good news is that we can rule it out!" His voice brightens, but all I can do is groan. "Have you looked me over enough to confirm that I do need proper medical attention? It's not that I don't enjoy you touching me, but I would really like to talk to someone who knows what they're on about-" Another jolt of pain cuts me off mid-sentence, and Phoenix quickly starts talking where I left off. 

"Yes, yeah, of course, they're coming, I just wanted-" He sighs. "I just wanted to make sure that you were okay."  "Am I?"  "Absolutely not. But you will be." "Well. I guess that's all that matters." 

I can hear his eye roll. "As long as this. Never. Happens. Again. You understand me, Allen?"  "Sir, yes, sir." He means business, and I'm not one to take this away from him.  "Good. I love you." "I love you too." 

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Happy STS! As it's the first Saturday of Pride Month, how about a little rainbow roll call? How do your characters identify?

Hey Tori! Thanks for the ask, and happy STS!

The Band are very queer, and all of them are part of the community in one way or another!

Both Riley and Kai are transmasc, and Phoenix is genderfluid

Ash is a lesbian, Phoenix is pan, and Riley is bi

Niamh is loveless aro, and Kai is demiromantic ace

Thanks for the ask and happy Pride!

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Finding the Write Time - "Did you think I would be okay with this?"

I'm taking part in @did-i-do-this-write's monthly, writing challenge, Finding the Write Time!

This month, the prompt was "Did you think I would be okay with this?", and I used it to write about what happened just before this story I wrote for February's prompt!

I love this challenge, and I'm especially glad that I got to flesh out something that I wrote earlier this year!

(Plus, there's a bonus little thing at the end!)

@meteorify if you're interested :)

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It's been six months, three weeks, and two days since my life ended. I might still be alive, but the light of my life, the person that kept me going through everything died that night, and my soul died with her.

Even now, as I sit slumped on the floor, staring at a photo of the five of us from over a year ago, all so young and full of life, I wonder how there's any way that I can move on. The hole in my chest just feels like it's growing larger and larger as I stare at her face, eyes tracing the features that I knew so well for the millionth time, her smile frozen in time and so far from the pain that I saw in her eyes on that night.

In one of the Lair's other rooms, I can hear Kai and Ash. They're laughing softly to each other as the TV chatters in the background, and I can't imagne how they can stand to laugh, to even smile, in a world where she isn't here anymore. What's the point of smiling in a world with no joy?

As I bite back the tears that threaten to drown me, I'm shocked out of my thoughts by the harsh electronic sound of the phone ringing.

I pull myself up from the floor with weak arms, and stumble to the desk where the radio lay abandoned, and flick my finger in its direction. The accept call button weakly pushes down and I use all my energy to will the radio closer to me. It slowly slides over the table, and no sooner is it next to my ear than the overly-cheerful voice of Jane Doe spills out.

"Hello there! Who am I speaking with?" She sounds far too happy considering there's nothing in this world to be happy about. "It's Skywalker, Jane. What do you want?" I put on my best Leader voice. "Ah, Agent Skywalker! Just the man I wanted to talk to!"

That doesn't sound good. 

"What did you want?" "I need to ask you about how the hunt is going for a new member of the Band! You know, the hunt that you assured me would be over in a week or two... three months ago."

I choke back the groan building in my throat and opt instead to say nothing.

"Ah." She sounds significantly colder. "Your silence speaks volumes. Do you have at least one candidate?"

More silence. She doesn't want to hear what I have to say, so I might as well not tell her. 

"Not even one? I must say, Skywalker, this is a disappointment." "What do you want me to say?" I burst. "There's no one on this planet that could replace her, how can you expect me to try? Why would I want to? She's gone, and there's no way to bring her back, so sorry if I'm not exactly in the mood to try and replace her!"

Now it's Jane's turn to fall silent. I hear her inhale deeply two or three times before her voice finally returns.

"Well. I didn't want to have to do this, Skywalker, I really didn't, but you're not leaving me much choice here."

My stomach drops. "What- what don't you want to have to do?" "If you and the Band do not manage to find a new member in the next - oh, I don't know - two weeks, then the faculty and I will have to step in and we will assign you a new member based on new recruits and how long they have been waiting to be assigned a taskforce. We wanted to give you as much freedom to mourn as we could, but enough is enough." 

My breath catches in my throat, and my thoughts speed up to a thousand times their normal speed.

A new member- assigned by Jane?! 

"But we- we agreed! The Band could choose someone that worked well with us, that we all got on with, but you- you planned to just pick someone else!? Did you think that I would be okay with this- did you think that we would be okay with this? This isn't the choice that you said you'd give us!"

She sighs. "I wanted to give you that choice, I really did. But you just took too long. Now you have a fortnight until we make the choice for you - up to that point, it's still up to you. I suggest that you make the most of this time."

I open my mouth to protest, to say something, anything that could make her reconsider, but she hangs up before the words come out.

I barely manage to make it to the couch before my knees give way. I collapse next to the discarded photo, and I pick it back up. 

Carmen's face stares out from the center of the photo, one eye on the camera and one on me as she clasps my hand in hers; I can almost feel it now, the warmth of her skin against mine, just like all the times that we shared when she... when she was still her.

My whole world died that night, and now Jane wants me to find someone else, someone with all her spirit and fire, that understands us the way that she did, in two weeks like it's nothing? It's impossible. But if we don't...

I can't think about the alternative. I don't know what to think about. What the hell are we going to do?

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And as an added bonus, this is the photo that Riley was looking at! I drew it a while ago, and I thought that it would be cool to incorporate sme of my art into my writing :D

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Some random FMB art that I've done over the last couple of weeks!

@meteorify - if you're interested!

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Finding the Write Time - "Are you sure that's even possible?"

I'm taking part in @did-i-do-this-write's monthly writing challenge, Finding the Write Time!

This month, the prompt is "Are you sure that's even possible?", and I managed to plan and write this story in about 30 minutes!

I really enjoyed this, and I manged to get a story down about Kai, Ash and Carmilla watching Doctor Who and the backstory for Kai's sonic screwdriver!

"What do you mean, it's wrong?"

Carmilla shrugs.

"It just is - that's not what things looked like back then, trust me, I remember!"

I furrow my brows as I look from her to the screen and back - Donna Noble is running around the streets of Pompeii with the Doctor, and Carmilla has just spent the last few minutes criticising the show's interpretation of a city that burnt to ash thousands of years ago.

I have no idea if she's joking.

"Okay, vampire, very funny..." I mutter, and turn back to the screen before her intense red eyes burn a hole right through my face.

"Can we just watch it? I want to see the TARDIS burn in the volcano!" Ash giggles as she turns the volume up and snuggles into Carmilla's shoulder on the couch.

Third wheeling to a vampire. This is new.

A minute or so later, a familiar staple of the show I love so much comes on screen - the sonic screwdriver.

"What's that?" Carmilla asks, looking at the blue and silver marvel of engineering. Sometimes I forget that not everyone knows the show inside out like I do. "It- it's basically like some kind of advanced Gallifreyan - that's the planet he's from, he's an alien - technology. It can basically do anything, open doors, hack computers, reverse polarity of- stuff- I dunno, it's his magic tech stick basically. It doesn't do wood, though. That's clear."

Ash, who up until this point has been nodding silently, pipes up.

"Could you build it?" "What?" The question takes me by surprise. "Well, you're the tech one, aren't you? Do you think that you could build that?" She points at the screen.

"Are you sure that's even possible?" Carmilla tilts her head to the side. "I- I think I could..." I trail off, my mind already starting to run with the idea.

If you make it so it can transmit wireless signals... and then add in compatability with the automatic doors in the Lair... and see if you can get a small speaker in for the sonic bit... oh, you might be onto something here, Allen...

"Give me a second."

I fly up from the couch and up to one of the higher platforms, the one where I keep my "passion projects" - also known as the movie science I've managed to build in real life - and grab a roll of paper and some pencils.

Soaring back down, I hurriedly begin sketching as Ash hits play again, and I try to capture the exact shape and size of the screwdriver whenever it's on screen.

By the time that the episode's ended, I barely have time to ask what Ash and Carmilla thought of it before I show them all the sketches and plans that I've been making while the show was on.

It's only when I see her small smirk that I realise that Ash might have been joking.

"W- were you being serious?" I ask in a small voice. "Sure! You've got the idea now, haven't you?" Her smile seems to become more genuine, and I breathe a small sigh of relief.

"You gonna do it, then?" Carmilla nudges me with a lot more strength than I would have thought - oh right, vampire - and I shrug. "Not like I've got much better to do."

"You could do your actual job-" Ash starts, but she can't get through the sentence with a straight face. "Not a chance. Now, do you think I'd be able to get into the Engineering building this late at night?"

She smirks, and takes a deep breath.

"If you manage to build an actual functioning sonic screwdriver, I will make the biggest campfire that you've ever seen in your life, and that is a promise." 

I grin.

"You're on."

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WIP Whenever Tag

Tagged by the amazing @druidx (I think it might have been a sideblog, but I hope you're ok with me tagging your main!)

Rules: Share a line or paragraph from something you recently worked on. If it's on Wednesday - great! If no, no worries :) (it's Friday night and I have a weird burst of energy, so I'm embracing the "whenever"!)

I'm going to share a snippet from a short story I wrote a while ago about Kai and Phoenix's first meeting!

(For context, he's watching a Doctor Who episode, which is the interjections in italics)

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For the next couple of minutes, I just sit there, basking in my achievement and forcing myself to try and forget about my sense of normalcy crashing down around me.

Don't turn your back.

I think I can hear voices.

Don't look away.

The main door of the base just opened. They're back.

And don't blink.

I point the screwdriver at the door, quickly shutting it before anyone can see me in here.

Good luck.

The Doctor's face disappears, and I turn the laptop off. I tuck my wings in and curl up to try and avoid being visible from the door. I don't expect them to come in here, but if they do then I don't want them to see me.

"....and in here, this is the lab..." I hear Riley's voice, mufflled by the thick door, and an unfamiliar voice responds. "...kind of things do you..." they ask, and I curl myself up tighter.

"I can show you if you want," Riley says, and I jump as I hear the sound of numbers being punched into the keypad.

I pull out the screwdriver, and point it over to the door. I've never tested it with the door actively trying to open, but there's a first time for everything.

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Tagging (no pressure) - @oh-no-another-idea and anyone else who wants to! (I'm really tired rn, it's hard to think of anyone - if you see this, then I've tagged you!)

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