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"Always told you they'd stop you from crying. The upside-down tears."
general | 2,432 words written for day 2 of #8daysofaxel on tumblr/twitter
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What would it take to get the prim and proper adjutant of the Organization under his thumb- writhing and pleading for pleasure? Xigbar finds out.
horny kh twitter is very inspiring.
terraqua - things you said with too many miles between us [prompts]
She hardly sleeps anymore.
The Realm of Darkness, with waves upon waves of endless night, was hardly conducive to anything even vaguely resembling a sleep schedule; and anyway, the hoards of heartless often made what rare occasions Aqua needed rest an impossibility to sate.
How long has it been now?
Time blurs together in the Realm- she learned that quickly- yet, even so, the undeniable passage of time weighs heavily on her shoulder. How many days has it been? How many years?
Do they even still...need me?
The passing thought washes over her as water on the beach; creeping upon her and seeping back out, leaving a lasting impression on the shores of her psyche.
With a wavering sigh, Aqua slumps to the ground- the bank of the same coast she keeps returning to; she’ll be safe here- for just a moment- as she regroups. Drawing her knees to her chest, the keyblade master hugs her arms tightly around her legs and rests a weary head upon them. This sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, the absolute ache of her heart... these days the only company she seems to keep.
“Terra...”
The name spoken from her lips, a taste so familiar and so foreign, cracks with her voice- tender from disuse and fatigue.
“Terra, I’m so sorry... I want to be strong for you and for Ven, but- I don’t know if I can anymore. I’m so tired. I’m so-” A gasping sob takes her and she squeezes her eyes shut as hot tears begin to spill down her cheeks and onto her arm. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. Either of you.”
With a sniffle, Aqua raises her head and brushes the tear droplets from her eyes. He wouldn’t want her to cry; even as children, Terra went out of his way to stop her from crying, and some of her favorite memories of the two of them involve his frantic attempts to stem her tears. In her mind, she can almost hear his gentle pleading with her to stop, almost feel the warmth and familiarity of him as he pulls her into an impossibly soft embrace and whispers his hushed reassurance to her.
“...Okay.”
Struggling, she climbs to her feet, shaking the numbness from her limbs as she stands upright and begins to walk off towards the horizon. Terra was always looking out for her- protecting her- even when things seemed bleak; he never gave up. So neither will she.
send me a ship and one of these and i'll write a mini fic
things you said at 1 am
things you said through your teeth
things you said too quietly
things you said over the phone
things you didn’t say at all
things you said under the stars and in the grass
things you said while we were driving
things you said when you were crying
things you said when i was crying
things you said that made me feel like shit
things you said when you were drunk
things you said when you thought i was asleep
things you said at the kitchen table
things you said after you kissed me
things you said with too many miles between us
things you said with no space between us
things you said that i wish you hadnt
things you said when you were scared
things you said when we were the happiest we ever were
things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear
things you said when we were on top of the world
things you said after it was over
things you said [make your own]
inspired by this
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Gabriel Reyes and Moira O'Deorain are two sides of the same Catholic raised coin, but let's be honest; sex in a church is not the most blasphemous thing either of them have ever done.
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Human or Omnic, the loss of a loved one is a tragedy one cannot bear alone; Zenyatta calls on the Iris for closure.
Prompted from my main, but it just so happened to coincide with Zenyatta Appreciation Week so here’s my submission for that too.
Micro story prompt
15) trembling hands - Prey
It’s early afternoon wen the door bursts open and Danielle comes storming in, face crimson with rage. Standing and rushing to her side, Abigail takes Danielle in her arms, leading her gently to the bed, where the two of them sit; gingerly, Abigail takes the other woman’s hands in her own and strokes them gently with her thumbs.
“Danielle, your hands...they’re trembling.”
With a growl, Danielle snatches her hands back, crossing them tightly across her arms.
“Khol had no right to ask the things he did- he- I- ugh” She flops back onto the bed and grabs one of Abigail’s pillows, pressing it to her face and groaning into it.
“Hey...” Abigail joins her, laying softly on the mattress. With a soft tug, she pulls the pillow off Danielle’s face and presses a brief kiss to her cheek. “Whatever happened, it’ll be okay. Promise.”
Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase
(creator note: I recommend 3-10 sentences but go for a longer piece if you really feel it! Replace pronouns as needed for the character / point of view)
don’t leave
this was a mistake
[I] trusted [you]
one chance
help
illusion
silent fury
sunbathing
falling
righteous
drastic
candles
too loud
overgrown
trembling hands
in dreams
empty
flinders
sea change
alone, finally
collapse
nap
sated
tender
senseless
how dare [you]
hide
something about [them]
sweat
harsh whisper
breeze
dust motes
saccharine
bauble
filthy
total control
defy
soak
accursed
pet
comfort food
savior
undone
cheap
svelte
shimmer
crave
rampage
nightfall
accost
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Sombra and Reaper bond over comfort food.
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Jesse McCree challenges Hanzo to a duel while drunk; maybe he shouldn't have scheduled it for sunrise the following morning.
Still trying to knock out those prompts from 5ever ago. Have some McHanzo????????
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This is a prompt I’ve had sitting around for a while, but I really wanted to get this done in time for Prey Week! The fanfic tag for the game is woefully empty so here’s my attempt at helping to fill it.
Send me a ship and I’ll tell you:
who the fuck put the peeps in the microwave
who posts vines of the other doing embarrassing shit
who breaks the most phones
who dies first
which one I could see as being lactose intollerant
who thinks they can do something really well even though they can’t
who is more likely to get kicked out of the bed
who uses the computer most
Okay but imagine person A of your otp picking up sleepy person B and carrying them to bed and person B just snuggles their face into person A’s shoulder you know on second thought don’t imagine that
'the new handyman's hot so i'm gonna keep breaking stuff' au
1940’s jazz club au
'i'm having a shit day and you just crashed into my car so i was gonna give you hell but wow you're really hot' au
'you just moved into my building so i'm gonna bring you something you probably already have just so i can meet you' au
superhero/sidekick au
little league coach and one of the parents fall in love au
'shit i fancy my sister's boyfriend' au
favourite checkout assistant au
falling in love on an online forum au
I made a slideshow about how to create a fictional character… I got most of the information from the ‘start writing fiction’ (free) course on the OpenUniversity website and found it incredibly useful so here’s a visual version for you :)
A short list of several types of poison and their effects.
Oh, excellent. I like this.
Writing post-apocalyptic fanfic
A small collection of links I’ve amassed for a small idea I’m currently nursing:
Writing Apocalyptic Stories Top 10 Tips: Writing post-apocalyptic fiction How to Write Post-apocalyptic Fiction 6 Resources for Post-Apocalyptic Novelists
After the end: A guide to post-apocalyptic fiction What is the Difference Between ‘Dystopia’, ‘Apocalyptic’ and ‘Post-Apocalyptic’ Novels? Defining Genre: Dystopian and Post-Apocalyptic