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[prompts-in-a-barrel]

"You're always leaving me behind."

"I didn't mean to."

[rennm]

i love putting my book characters into these random pinterest pictures

[theoverthinkingatlas]

i want to write gut-wrenching angst but i keep getting distracted by my cat sleeping against my leg he's so cute. i can't write angst in those conditions. someone help me

[purple-on-black]

I got to do an art trade with the wonderfully talented @joannascribblesfallout and she graciously gave me a piece that illustrates a scene I always had in my head between Kat and Nick, but sadly never made it into the actual story. I genuinely love this drawing so much and so in honor I have written out the scene as its own little vignette.

Also please go check out Joanna’s art. It’s legitimately so beautiful.

(Cw, mentions of child death.)

(If you just want to see the art you can scroll all the way to the bottom.)

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Kat stepped out onto the rickety porch, gently closing the cracked screen door behind her. Without a word she crossed the creaking planks to Nick Valentine, only letting out a long drawn-out sigh when she stepped up next to him at the railing. She didn’t say anything, just stared out at the orange and pink horizon.

“You doing alright, Kid?” Nick asked gently.

Kat didn’t answer right away. Eyes never breaking from the setting sun. Finally she licked her lips and simply said, “yeah.”

A woman’s wail picked up again from inside the shell of a house. Kat glanced back for a second before turning back to the scenery in front of them. “It’s always worse when it’s a kid, y’know…?”

Nick didn’t say anything. The scene still felt clear as day though details were fuzzy—bright red and blue lights reflecting the rain and flashing harshly against wet grass and twisted steel and a parent making the exact same wail as the one behind him. “Yeah,” he finally replied, “I know.”

The two of them fell into silence again. Nick quietly reached into the breast pocket of his trench coat, bringing out his pack of cigarettes. He tapped one of the sticks out into his palm but as he stuck the end in his mouth and moved to slip the box back into his pocket Kat held out her hand.

Nick stared at it for a moment then glanced up to her face. “These don’t have an addictive effect on me, but they still do for you—you sure you want to risk developing a habit?”

Kat interrupted him with a firm shake of her head. “I worked in the medical field for 10 years—I know exactly what I’m getting into. Hand it over.”

Nick closed his mouth with a short humorless sigh turning his optics back out to the sunset as he passed the pack into Kat’s waiting hand. She shook out a cigarette for herself and Nick traded her his silver lighter. As soon as she got a small glow on the end she breathed out a small cloud of smoke. “Thanks,” she mumbled, barely over a whisper as she handed it back.

“Don’t mention it,” Nick replied, equally quiet as he flicked the flame to life and brought it up to the end of his own cigarette.

Kat let her head lean against Nick’s shoulder just as he got the flame to catch and dropped his lighter back into the side pocket of his trench coat. Then they both stared out at the oranges of the setting sky as they slowly began to fade into purple.

Drawn By: @joannascribblesfallout

[steam-powered-typewriter]

Hello! (Updated Intro Post)

You can call me Faraday (He/She/They, 23y/o).

I'm a (recently discovered) Genderfluid neurodivergant writer who is currently in college.

I enjoy writing fantasy work, as well as sci-fi.

Most of my original stuff can be found on my AO3.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I also do SCP RP on the side (blog links below)

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Profile Pic by @cinnabunbean.

DNI, Rules, and Hyperfixations Below Cut

DNI: TERFs, Homophobics, proshipers, etc.

RULES:

This blog is a safe space for LGBTIQA+, and always will be.

No sexual or excessively suggestive asks. Not what I'm here for.

Any questions about my works are highly encouraged.

If you decide to make fan-art (for whatever reason) let me know.

I'll reblog it here.

18+ only.

While I don't post explicit things, this place is not meant for kids.

DMs are semi-open, though I might not respond.

HYPERFIXATIONS:

Voices of the Void

Abiotic Factor

SCP Foundation

CONTROL

Half-Life/Portal

Team Fortress 2

Undertale/Deltarune

Girl Genius

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Five Nights At Freddy's

Fallout

Look Outside

Project Moon

Doctor Who

BATIM/BATDR

Starbound

Minecraft

GLITCH Productions

Adventure Time

Steven Universe

Gravity Falls

Owl House

Bioshock

Infinity Train

Terraria

System Shock

Invader Zim

Welcome Home

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Out of Context -- Tag Game

Thanks @meiyohakobune for the tag.

Rules: share a line from your story with zero context.

Since i have Morning Stars complete, i will share a line both from it and from its sequel, Super Nova.

Some out of context lines about the villain, Dexter Grum, and his twisted relationship with protagonist, Harvie Coin.

Morning Stars -

Harvie hated Dexter Grum.

Super Nova -

They flew the ship. They drank. They ran another load. She didn’t think about Dexter. She went out of her way to never think of Dexter again. That was it.

Life was simple then. It was complicated now.

Open tag for whoever wants to do this and - @sunset-a-story @winterandwords @sodaliteskull @firesidefantasy

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Tips for writing flash fiction*ੈ✩‧₊˚

☆ Start in Media Res: You do not have time for long setups and backstories. Dive directly into the action or a moment after the conflict has occurred.

☆ Focus on one moment: Flash fiction is like a photograph or a single snapshot. It doesn't have room for a sprawling narrative.

☆ Limit characters: One or two is a enough. You don't have the word count to build a whole cast.

☆ Work on your title: Your title carries weight and sets expectations. "The War on the Moon" tells the reader a lot before the story even begins.

☆ Imply Imply Imply: Flash fiction is like an iceberg—you only have to write the 'tip' and allow your readers' imagination to fill in the rest.

☆ The Beginning and the End: Your readers should be intrigued. The opening line should make the stroke their chins and the ending should make their eyebrows raise.

☆ Draft without fear: Write the first version focusing entirely on getting the sequence of events and emotion down. Don't worry about the word count or making it perfect yet.

☆ Edit mercilessly: Go through your draft and eliminate adjectives, adverbs, and redundant exposition. In flash fiction, every word counts.

☆ Experimentation of Ideas: The great thing about flash fiction is that, because it's so short, you can experiment with different ideas with almost comically low stakes . You can write in a different genre than you're used to or try a weird new format (a hermit crab story) or try to write a story in just a hundred words (a drabble). The sky ain't the limit.

[wyrdenbeinweird404]

Stagnant

Here she was, again. Look at her, ruining everything once again. She knew not to upset them, and so she went still.

What did she do this time? No one has a clue on that, but she couldn't say anything. Stay silent, she could only repeat to herself. She knew not to bring attention to herself, and so she went still.

How is she doing? They wanted to check up on her, after months of silence. After all those months, not a peep would be heard. Suddenly, they began to get frustrated. She knew not to upset them, but she ended doing exactly that. To avoid further trouble, she went still.

And so, here she is again. What else can she do? She stayed quiet. She stood still. She never bothered anyone. She was the perfect version she thought everyone would've wanted.

But instead, it was met with more frustration from the inside, and outside. Nothing was enough. And she knew that. But she couldn't say anything. All she wanted was to run. But she couldn't.

To pretend that she was happy with her life, she kept quiet, and stood still.

In order to not ruin things further, in order to not make them angry, she stood still.

And that's all she ever did.

Because that's all she could do.