#sinblings

[thatonegayspacerock]

Hey! You!

Yes! You!

Do you wanna pummel me to the ground for all the things I’ve done to your favorite Blorbo? Does it give you nothing but absolute catharsis at the thought of beating me senseless with a painting canvas. Then you should…..

Attack Me On Artfight!!! >:DDD

[izzy-mizzie-boo]

Yeeeesh! I finally drew this idea! Jeez :'D

Brin and Melody know each other since they were children, and 'till after their "incidents", they support each other as they can and still act as they used, they act as sinblings! Messing around with each other, when going to training, they try out their limits with the prepared levels from the simulation and with each other!

Which-... Already leaded to them to stay a few hours in the simulation due to tiredness... Yes, both trained so much that they simply didn't have enough strenght to leave the simulation. Computo simply turned it off and after a few hours from the other Legionnaires searching for them, Computo said they were knocked out in the simulation room.

Anyways, have it! ^^

[afoolandathief]

Find the word tag swears edition

Couldn't help swiping the open tag for this from @jezifster and going on a wild search for these.

Tws for some gore under "asshole" and language, obviously:

Fuck (Something Wicked)

It wasn’t the crush of traffic, but a vibration filling his ears and ringing through his jawbone that woke him in a tangled cocoon of sheets and sweet-smelling sweat. His phone continued to shake and threaten to fall off his end table as his head pulsed with each beat.

Caz rolled his eyes back to the sliver of light burning from underneath the vinyl on his windows. It was early, well before sunset. Who the fuck would be calling at this hour?”

Shit (Something Wicked)

“Yeah, Iris,” he said, pulling himself out of his stupor. “I’m on a new diet, remember? Only the most scum-sucking, absolute pieces of shit for me.”

Iris muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “You are what you eat,” but he let it slide. He’d walked into that one.

Bitch (Something Wicked)

Derek stumbled for a moment, but then had Jade back up against the car.

“Why are you being a bitch?” he said. “What is it, Jade? You going to go back to your faggot boyfriend, or something?”

The sheer ridiculousness of that statement, of this entire situation, caused a laugh to bubble out of Jade’s throat.

“I don’t need him for this,” she said.

Ass (Those Horrid, Horrid Things)

“Fenrir,” Loki said.

He looked back at them, his mouth set in a grimace.

“Good job out there,” they said.

Fenrir stared at them for a moment.

“Where’s the ‘but?’” he asked. “Where’s the explanation of what I did wrong?”

Loki shrugged.

“I was being an ass,” they said.

Fenrir didn’t say anything, but smirked slightly as he stared back at the water.

Damn (Sinblings)

They also found an old crib in the garage, cushioned it with sheets and pillows, and set it by the bed they had made up for themself. Envy didn’t need to sleep, but they preferred to. If seven billion humans got to do it, then damn it, they would, too.

Bonus:

Asshole (Something Wicked)

Jade ignored him and continued inspecting the corpse, using the curve of her knife to lift the dress from cold skin. No other rune, and only a few weak strands of magic trailing off the body. She cupped the girl’s chin in her hand and held her face close to her own.

“Hey assholes,” she said. “Fucking give me a phone call next time you want to send a message.”

Then she took her knife and plunged it into the left eye socket, hooking it under the eyeball and uprooting the pale globe before repeating it with the right eye.

Tits (Yonder)

When Logi was a boy, his father had told him stories of heroes who had taken on quests for the Little Folk. While some began with mishaps like his own, they always ended with decent-sized rewards from the fairies.

Which gave him an idea.

“Perhaps I can repay you,” he said. “Maybe there’s a beast that needs to be killed? Or a princess locked in a tower? Or even some chores to be done on your farm?”

He was cut off as a tiny shovel was launched at him, leaving a gash on his lip.

“Ymir’s tits!” he swore in Jotuntung.

Motherfucker (Sinblings)

Avarice sat down next to Sloth in one of the waiting room chairs.

“I feel like I don’t have much to contribute to this,” Sloth said to them.

“Same,” Avarice said. “I mean, my usual solution to a problem is to throw money at it. Not sure how that would work, here. Unless -”

They stood up and began digging in their jacket pocket, pulling out an ancient piece of bronze the size of a golf ball.

“Eat this, motherfuckers!” they cackled, chucking it towards the angel at the front desk.

[inlovewithlou]

Siblings™

[susanarodriguesart]

#Mermay2018 #mermay #sanjaypatelstyle day8

[afoolandathief]

First lines tag

Tagged by @thegreatobsesso for this neat new tag game!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all).

Something Wicked:

It was a quarter to eight when Jade heard a rapping on her screen door.

Those Horrid, Horrid Things:

The house was big and lopsided and far, far too empty.

Yonder:

Before he’d left home, Logi Leifsen’s mother told him two things.

Sinblings (short story from a writing prompt):

“You could always eat it.”

The Witch of Ironwood:

They said the witch that lived at the edge of the village was supposed to be a good lay.

The Witch of Ironwood (prologue):

Lopt chose a deep green and a complementary russet nearly the color of earth.

The Friendly Visitors

Ben Tuttleman was having a rotten day.

The Demon Lord and the Holy Goddess ... (writing prompt):

The Oasis was lush, green, and dappled by the shade of tropical trees.

The Púca (part of an untitled Fae story I started in high school):

The Púca is older than you are. The Púca is wiser than you are.

The Sprite (untitled Fae story)

The Sprite is single handedly the biggest fangirl humankind has ever had.

The Dragon (untitled Fae story)

I told the others to stay behind when we approached the dragon’s lair — which happened to be a graffiti-stained apartment complex.

How to Save the World in Less Than 28 Days (something I started in high school):

Elijah slept with a jean jacket, black eyeliner, mascara, and smudged remains of black lipstick.

The beast, the elf, two beauties, and the long winter (now we're going really far back to like middle school):

We were waiting in the great hall on the benches.

Tides (a story I started in like middle school or elementary school):

I padded down the steps in my bare feet.

This is where I'll stop. Tagging, if you'd like, @diphthongsfordays, @splinter-cat, and @winterandwords.

[afoolandathief]

Writing bucket list

Tagged by @drippingmoon for this one!

Rules: list WIPs you would like to finish in your lifetime; optionally, reasons that are holding you off them and how far you want to get them (published vs posted, etc.)

I'm going to leave Something Wicked off this since I am actively working on it (trying, at least), as well as Those Horrid, Horrid Things, which I took a break from but am working on again.

Yonder/Untitled giants WIP: So about six months ago my brain spat out a concept involving giants, witches and floating cities, and then I just sort of kept expanding on it.

The concept: A giant thinks he's stumbled into a fairy tale when he finds a princess locked in a tower. But Thera, a witch seeking revenge, is no princess. And a journey to the giants' city in the sky reveals it's no utopia.

Why I'm holding off: I told myself I would outline this story first before writing the first draft, but then I went and wrote the first chapter anyway (part 1 and part 2). Because Logi Leifsen is baby.

How far I want to get: I'd like to eventually finish the first draft, at least. I'm not sure about publishing, just given that I'm not certain how many would be interested in this concept.

Lilly and the Demons/Sinblings: Back in like February I took a writing prompt about a demon stealing adopting a baby and wrote a short story. But the story's cliffhanger and just how endeared I became to the characters left me wanting to write a sequel.

The concept: Lilly has never had the most traditional family. But they've had a good life being raised by seven demonic siblings embodying the cardinal sins. But they take off after an angel reveals some truths about Lilly's past and future, and the sinblings have to travel to Hell and back to find their kid.

Why I'm holding off: I mean, just lack of time to do it, I guess. Also, sequels are never as good as the original, right?

How far I want to get: I'd just like to publish this as a short story on Tumblr, let anyone who liked the original story see what happened to Lilly and the sinblings.

Untitled Fae WIP: When I was in high school, I wrote several short passages about different Fae creatures ( a púca, a dragon, and a sprite) with the idea of introducing these characters in a story I never wrote.

The concept: An aimless 17-year-old in Upstate New York decides to trade places with a Fae prince, only to discover this now means they are on a quest with some other magical folk to slay a dragon in northern New Jersey.

Why I'm holding off: Pfft, I don't know, man. I stopped writing anything for a while after high school. Now it just comes down to deciding to start it when I have so much other stuff going on.

How far I want to get: I guess I'd put it on the same status as Something Wicked (like, if I ever wrote it, I'd like to see it published, but I don't want to jinx myself).

The Witch of Ironwood: Technically something I was actively working on until recently. It was intended to be backstory for "Those Horrid, Horrid Things," but the tone was far too different to be included. I posted the first ~500 words here, if interested.

The concept: Basically, how Angrboda met the Norse trickster god Loki before they were a god. It's self-indulgent, strange and squicky and meant only for my eyes.

Why I'm holding off: I generally work on this when I don't feel inspired to work on anything else. It's enjoyable to write and there are no consequences to what I write in it, so it helps get me re-inspired to work on other projects.

How far I want to get: I'd like to eventually finish what will likely be the length of a short novella, look it over and edit it slightly, and then keep it in my Google drive to look at whenever I want. No one else gets to read it.

A couple other concepts I'm going to quickly list:

The Friendly Visitors: More vampires are gangsters concept. Everyone has an animal code name and exhibits related traits and they are trafficking blood and booze in the 1920s. Need to retool some elements and actually build more of a plot, but I did write a first chapter, as I do.

Untitled Greek myth WIP/The Nine: A team of monsters from Greek mythology are tasked with kidnapping the nine muses but discover they are very young deities who are very annoying. An early concept exists with just Medusa and Charybdis but if I ever return to it I want to add more monsters and Icarus.

Untitled zombie-seeking-revenge-on-her-murderer story: If I ever decide to expand on this short story.

Open tag on this one, but also, if you'd like, tagging @artbyeloquent, @faelanvance, and @author-a-holmes.

[afoolandathief]

Talking to my sibling about some character designs a while back.

Sibling: Oh, no, [redacted], you have a type.

Me: I don't have a type.

Me: Oh no, I have a type.

Descriptions below the cut:

From my main WIP, "Something Wicked":

He gripped the man by his forearms, locking them to his side, as he dragged him out of the bed. Caz towered over most people, but he pinned the man against the wall so their eyes met directly.

From the untitled Fae WIP:

“Oh, um, I’m sorry. I thought...someone else would be here.”

A chuckle murmured out of her and she got up and approached me. I was annoyed that she towered over me — she must have been around 6 feet tall. Wondering if she had heels on, I looked down to see bare feet dotted with red toenails.

“Have you gotten too scared to fight me, little one?”

From the demons story prompt:

Lust’s red lips parted in a smile.

“I mean, you’ve always been small, of course -”

Envy hated that they were the shortest out of the seven of them. And Lust happened to tower over them in the most annoying way possible.