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Writer vs OC

Tagged by the one and only @ndostairlyrium <3 Going with my precious baby Galatea. Why a knife, you ask? Find out in the latest chapter *evil laugh*

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Wip Wednesday Thursday

Tagged by the one and only @ndostairlyrium <3

“Gosh, you’re really stubborn,” she exclaimed. “At least be frank with me – why don’t you want my help? I’m offering it to you, gladly, I’m telling you I want to do this, I’m telling you you’re not a burden… So why do you keep pushing me away? Is it because you can’t stand me?”

He shook his head, toying with a fallen leaf. “No. No, that’s not even remotely the reason why.”

“Why is it then?”

“Because I can see all the possible scenarios panning out and there isn’t one where I don’t end up hurting you.” His heart ached at his own words. That was… the single, most painful truth he could ever hope to acknowledge. Before saying it out loud, it’d been just a faded thought he tried to shove in the back of his mind. Now, however, it burned him as much as this angry star.

“Are you telling me you can see the future?”

“No, but–”

“Then how the hell do you know what’s going to happen? The only thing I know is that” – she took a deep breath – “is that… I found you, and you found me, and that has to mean something.”

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Six-Song Soundtrack Tag Game

Tagged by @ndostairlyrium grasie <3

If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following:

An event that defines your character's past

How your character sees themselves

How others view them

Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic)

A major fight scene

End credits song

Going with my boy K.

Meet Me in The Woods - Lord Huron

The truth is stranger than my own worst dreams Oh, the darkness got a hold on me I have seen what the darkness does Say goodbye to who I was

2. Fickle Game - Amber Run

And I'm old enough to know I'll end up dying And not young enough to forget again It's all a fickle game

3. Pretty Boy - Lennon Stella

Do you remember when you said If I saw your trouble I'd be scared? Well, you're melting my heart 'Cause you won't show me your cards yet Oh, do you think I can't handle What's going on inside?

4. Amnesia - M83

So let's burn, fast and bright 'Cause we will bleed Die inside me, floating fortress Like pixies, guide me to the last realm This crimson love, it's a miracle

5. You Can't Save Her - M83

6. Too Late - M83

Like a wall of stars We are ripe to fall And if you are a ghost I'll call your name again

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WIP Wednesday Friday

Tagged by @ndostairlyrium & @greypetrel. Thank you ladies <3

Spoiler for ✨no angst this time ✨

“So, final thoughts? Was Taylor that bad? Did you secretly throw up inside your shirt?” Tam asked Gala, stretching her legs in what little space she had in front of her seat.

Gala’s judging gaze finally met her friend’s, her brows relaxing. “Was about to. But didn’t pack enough t-shirts.”

Tam elbowed her. “Oh, come on… I saw you singing!”

“I wasn’t! I was… swearing under my breath.”

“Are the entire lyrics of “Wildest Dream” a swear in Italian?” 

Gala snorted. “That wasn’t–”

“...passengers… take you from New York to Rochester… flight time… hour and fifteen minutes… clear sky… seatbelt is securely fastened… stowed beneath the seat in front of you… enjoy your flight…”

“Why do pilots always talk like they're inhaling their microphones?” Tam mimicked the gesture. “Dear passengers… tch… Gala-girl here doesn’t want to admit she likes… tch… Taylor Swift… tch…”

“Would you stop?” Gala laughed, throwing her head back. “I’ll never admit to that. I can't lie, and you know it.”

“Okay, let me list down another one of your traumas… denial.”

“Denial isn’t a trauma.”

“Right, it’s a coping mechanism. Admitting you like Taylor Swift would make you feel judged by all your edgy friends.”

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15 Lines of Dialogue

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Tagged by @greypetrel, thank you <3

“I’ve never amounted to anything. I’ve never made my mother proud. I’ve never made myself proud. I let opportunities pass me by, refused every chance to better myself. Ran away when I had to endure and hid when I had to step up. And then– then one day I decided I had enough of myself and my stupid self-pity and did what I’ve never done before. [...]"

She shrugged. “I’ve always liked the darkness. It’s the only time I can see the stars.”

“As long as nobody sees you it’s fine, I suppose.” She reassured him. “Wouldn’t want to have to explain to my host-parents that I had a sleepover with an alien.”

“And I’m glad you finally knocked some sense into that stupid head of yours.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” she shouted. “I thought you were drowning!”

“I guess asking you to be a fucking man it’s too much.”

“I’m going to leave you on the side of the road if you don’t shut up,” she warned, pressing her lips together.

“We just have to build a bridge,” she resolved, looking him into his eyes.

“Okay, so we’ll pee our pants. Great.”

Gala pulled away and searched his eyes. “You told me you were starting to believe in fate. Then believe in this. Even if it doesn't make any sense. Believe in us. I didn’t meet you only to let you go now.”

“Please, don’t mind her,” Gala interjected, widening her eyes at Tam while mouthing a silent ‘what the fuck?’

She was baffled. “Are you sure you didn’t– murder someone while I was asleep and absorbed part of their brain?”

“When somebody asks you for more time, aren’t you supposed to wait for them to be ready?” Gala retorted.

“I know I'm a wimp, but I'll do my best.”

“Would it be weird if I called you my hydrogen?”

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Tagged by @ndostairlyrium to make my oc and their sword in this picrew ✨

Gala doesn't own swords, but if she would... then something like this (for collection purposes only lol)

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WIP Wednesday ✨

Me actually being on time but a week later @ndostairlyrium

And since I can, I'm tagging you back lol

Angsty excerpt under the cut.

Gala’s head snapped up only at the sound of the trunk opening, a few minutes later. She stood and lunged forward. "What are you doing?” Snatching the bag from his grip, she shoved it back inside the trunk before slamming it shut. Was he going to leave? To go where? “This is not the answer!”

“Which is it then?!” he asked her, desperation heavy in his voice. “Nothing seems to ever be enough for you. No matter how hard I try, no matter how much I fight against everything I was and everything that I am.”

Gala’s heart stopped, her vision blurred by tears. Everything had gone so horribly wrong so incredibly fast. And her, shouting hurtful things at him, wasn't the answer either. “I… I didn’t mean what I said…” she sobbed.

“Which of the many things you’ve said, Gala?”

“Everything.”

Running a hand through his hair, he started pacing in circles. “I can’t. I can’t lose control like this when I am with you.”

“I do it all the time...” And it was true. The frustration that rose from each unanswered question watered the weeds of her distrusts like summer rain, turning her words into sharp thorns.

“But you can’t harm me!”

“It seems that I can…” she whispered, succumbing to the heaviness of her own guilt. “I just want us to go home… please.”

“That is not my home. This will never be my home.”

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WIP Wednesday Friday

Tagged by @greypetrel, thank you ❤️

Currently working on my second draft and raising up stakes aka turn a simple argument into a whole fight

A less spoilery and more wholesome snippet under the cut.

Tagging @ndostairlyrium

He spent a lot of time examining the plants she had chosen for him, observing their roots, removing broken or yellowed leaves, grazing their texture with his fingertips, until he had put them all in order by size and was ready to prepare his bio-sphere. Every now and then, he would look up and smile at her, but otherwise kept his focus. 

Gala enjoyed seeing him at work, knowing exactly what he was doing – a stark contrast to the rest of the time, when he always seemed lost in a world that didn’t quite fit him. Watching him deftly avoid spilling soil everywhere by using neat tricks, seeing how ingeniously he organized the space inside the glass bowl, noticing how he would shake his head from time to time, to get rid of an annoying strand of hair and then still brush it away with his hand, smearing dirt all over his face – it was a sight that she wanted to commit to memory.