#and so I have Many Snippets To Share

[thepiecesofcait]

Here's a look at the opening of the Cafe scene from our production of Les Mis last year! (a behind-the-scenes of the set up before the curtains open can be found here!)

[wordsofwilderness]

Found this beauty in my writing notes:

[louroth]

All this nervous energy just running off of you as long as you. keep. moving. The adrenaline feels lovely as it surges, past the last set, into another, and a third— you're going for failure, aren't you?

Always.

It is not enough to coast the high of enough. It has to be more. There has to be the tenuous sigh of relief as your body scrambles to survive within the frame you've made for it. Just one more. Another.

The weights fall to the floor with a clatter and your mouth splits into a wide grin of approval as everything— your vision, your limbs, your spirit— trembles, quakes: the good kind of exhaustion. The ceiling is the loveliest view you've ever seen— you did it. The something you can do. Colors dull in comparison to it. As you lay on the mat, tracing worms of fracturing color that twitch with your heightened breath, a face steps in, swirling your vision into whirls of lights and traces of sweat. A smirk, a raised eyebrow— distant, not staring, but aware. He hefts his own weight. Flicks his focus to your red, flushed face. Meets your eyes for a fraction of a second before curling the iron once more.

"A sight for sore eyes."

You, at a lack for words, trace an eye over his form. He rolls his lips. You flick a brow.

And that is all there is to it.

[yujeong]

Vegas rarely looks at himself in the mirror. While at the hospital he never took a glimpse of his reflection. He didn't think he'd be able to handle it, the rotten shell of the nothing he had become. There was no need, anyway. Pete was taking care of him, helping him dress and shave, even helped him brush his teeth once when the pain was so intense Vegas almost passed out. Now, their house doesn't have any mirrors. The bathroom has one hidden behind cupboards - no surprises for Vegas to stumble upon at night in his attempt at taking a piss, making a fool of himself as he crawls there, short of breath, his head pounding. Pete knows. Vegas doesn't know when he figured it out, but he sees it on Pete's gaze, on how he looks at him when he puts on clothes like an embarrassed teenager. Because he is embarrassed, of course he is. His skin pale, cold and ruined, nothing like what he saw after what happened at the auction: fire and smoke and a predator ready to pounce.

Snippet based on the prompt "Every time you look in the mirror, you see a different reflection."

[feeisamarshmallow]

just caught myself using "pop" instead of "soda" in a fic. i'm usually so good at using american words, but that's a big one i forget.

[fanboyzuko]

not only did I finish kyoshi island chapters today, I also banged out omashu chapter. I've written 10k what the actuuualll fuck ahahaha. yknow i was beating myself up a little bit a few weeks back for not writing much over my spring break and well, golden week sure is making up for that!!!!!

the current status of it wet in place of a snippet today >3

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings @theotherbuckley @tizniz @diazsdimples @buddieswhvre @disasterbuckdiaz @dangerpronebuddie 💖💖💖

more of the cheating fic bc I said this is my main focus rn and it is haha (I might have something different for friday tho 🙈) I hope I'll finish this scene before I post all of it in snippets lol the convo just keeps going and going istg haha

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 “What are you doing here so early? After last night, I thought you two would be dead to the world the whole day.” she teases, then goes to get a cup of coffee.

“Hey, Karen.” Buck responds quietly, not answering the question. Hen does it for him.

“Buck’s having a crisis. He slept with Eddie.” Hen says, and Karen turns towards them, eyes wide, but then the surprise turns into a smile.

“Well, finally.” she chuckles, reaching into the cupboard for a mug. “I thought it’d take them decades to figure it out.” she pauses, then frowns, turning towards Buck again. And he chooses to ignore that comment, because what the hell did she even mean? “Wait, what happened with you and Taylor? When did you guys break up? Did I miss some 118 gossip?” she asks, shooting her wife a questioning look.

“No, you didn’t, they’re still together..” Hen responds, scrutinizing gaze not leaving Buck. “He cheated on her.”

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[luv-again]

*sobbing* I rly wanna have fun little yaps w all my internet buds abt things but ik how short I'll be on time this week (as usual pretty much </3)

[oneluckydragon]

got hit with the echo+sora brainrot so i am once more rambling in your askbox about it. because reasons.

anywho i think there is something truly saddening about echo's struggles to make peace within herself and how she truly finds it hard to find that peace when she is so certain that if the truth about her origins were to be revealed to the world, much less to *sora*, everything she achieved, everything she worked for, all of which matters to her most, will crumble away in a moment's notice.

but the fear of losing all your life's work is none compared to the fear of losing sora. the feeling of poison that settled itself within themselves and between each other out of fear and tragedy of what had happened to them is familiar. echo's resemblance to dusknoir was already enough to set the two off because of how much it had all hurt to see someone you love and yourself turn into a mockery and a splitting image of someone who had pretended to care yet showed he never did at all, but this poison is louder. it hurts to bare, to carry, and to have none but yourself to be its sole holder.

but this poison, this feeling of heartache is different. because whereas the previous pain was something both of them felt, sora was lucky enough to not have known the truth about the person who she cares for so dearly.

echo knows that she used to be darkrai. and it haunts her to have known that her previous incarnation was so *cruel*, all for the sake of it just feeling right. wishing to engulf an entire world in darkness, solely for whatever desire she used to have.

and for how much she knows, how much she will hammer it into her own head that she is *not* like that anymore, that she looks at her past with sneer and disgust and that she will not be the barer of evil anymore, it will not matter in the slightest when she will have to look at sora if she were to ever find out.

how afraid, angry and dejected she would look when finding out, and how she will go on the defense/offense because of how much this will overwhelm her.

because when echo looks at her own shadow, she sees herself for what she is. she knows what she is, be it out of shame or guilt.

but when sora will look at it, she will see a tall, contorting and menacing shadow, towering over with a bright cyan eye doing nothing but looking at her, as if tempting her to make the next move.

and she defends herself. from someone she knows will not harm her. she raises her arms up in self defense from a hand that would never hurt her more than the world has already did.

she knows echo will not hurt her. and thats why she is afraid.

Oh my oh my OH MY, Sinnoh!!! YES YES YES!

HOW!!! IN THE WORLD!!! Are you so good at crawling into my head and creating these vivid analysis/snippets on my OCs??? I've barely shared ANY information about Echo and Sora because I've been wanting to hoard most of my stuff for when my fic is finally finished... but... I think you've broken my resolve a bit, if I'm entirely honest.

You know what? I'm so inspired by your accuracy and eagerness to talk about my girls that I'm gonna forgo my crippling anxiety regarding my writing skills and instead post a snippet of my WIP fic here as a treat for you. A teaser, if you will. Since I have no idea when the fic in question will actually be done and ready (or when I will be satisfied with it, cause the thing is currently 36,000 words and still slowly climbing). And now you've got me eager to share SOMETHING of my fic with you and anyone that might want to take a peek at it.

Please enjoy this conversation between Dusknoir and Echo. The topic deals a lot with what you'd described up above!! c:

[Note: this is an unedited part of my fic because I am still in the process of writing and it may change in the future, so please be gentle w/ me but I'd love to read any thoughts/comments that pop up while reading!! pls send asks or replies or anything really cause I love you guys]

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“I’m going to tell you something now, and you are going to listen.” Echo commands with a sharp bite in her voice that Dusknoir cannot fathom ignoring. He pauses and then offers a slow nod, waiting, wondering what she could possibly desire to tell him at a time like this, of all things.

Minutes pass as Echo remains rooted in place, still as her own shadow, and her eyes dart around as she stares at the patches of dry grass and sand beneath her paws. Her claws clench and unclench, digging into the earth like daggers as the wind of the forest (it’s trees so close, just behind them, a looming sort of presence that could engulf them whole) whistles through the surrounding branches, carrying stray leaves of many bright greens through the chilling breeze. Dusknoir watches them dance around Echo, twirling, floating down, down, down… but it’s quiet, too quiet, and Dusknoir feels a shiver pass through him when Echo’s voice finally rings out through the silence.

"When I evolved, Sora was petrified," She says, nearly a whisper, an admission that melts away her confidence and appears to bring her a flood of both shame and regret. Her face twists up then, strangely, like she’d felt a twinge of pain from somewhere deep inside the very fabric of her own soul and was unable to quell it. "She couldn’t even bring herself to look at me most days. At first, my appearance… well, it reminded her too much of you. And eventually of someone I used to be.”

Someone I used to be. At that, Dusknoir’s immediate reaction is to recall Echo’s previous life as a human, as the miserable shell of a creature surviving alongside Grovyle that he’d relentlessly hunted in the dark future. A human made of contempt and anger and apathy, who never smiled or laughed or cried or screamed like the old legends said humans would-- an entity that simply existed rather than lived. An echo of a life long dead and buried. But, judging by her tone, by her voice, by some uneasy intuition itching in the back of his mind like a swarm of pestilent Ninjask… he knows that she means something else entirely. Something that she isn’t willing to share. And frankly, that concept utterly terrifies him.

Someone I used to be. Dusknoir wants to speak, to break his own silence, wants to ask the myriad of questions bubbling up in his throat because this isn't the first time she's hinted at another life beyond being human, but those questions die at the source like a flame doused in water. And always the coward, coward, coward, instead he takes the easy way out by doing nothing at all. Whether Echo notices his surge of inner conflict or not-- the nervous wring of his hands and the tremble in his spine that he cannot control under her gaze-- she does not react.

“I’d take a step and Sora would flinch away.” Echo confesses, her markings flickering with light before going dark and dead, as if her body wished to snuff them out entirely, a deep seated rejection, a self-loathing so strong that Dusknoir cannot help but recognize it and empathize, and his heart aches, “It took ages for her to stop shaking when I’d speak. To stop looking at me like-- like I was going to…” 

Echo grimaces like she’s enduring waves of grueling torture and doesn’t finish that string of thought, but it’s not hard to make an educated guess on what went unsaid. Like I was going to betray her. Hurt her. Break her heart. She’s been through so much already and I couldn’t bear to be another influence in the history of her suffering. I hate myself because of how I made her feel. When her eyes went wide in fear and through them I could see myself staring back like some sort of burden, some sort of curse.

“I am not my past.” Proud and true, Echo straightens up and holds her head high, a spark igniting in her eyes, a glint of determination, a will to keep going and going despite such circumstances and strife, despite this horrid, unspeakable past that haunts her so, “And I am definitely not you. It’s taken a while, but I know that much now. I’ve accepted it.”

I am not my past. And I am definitely not you.

A sigh, a breath, and Echo glances at him with a certain sorrow that cannot be described, a sorrow that lingers even through the veil of her tenacity, "But no matter how I feel, no matter my conviction, my shadows still find ways through the cracks. Every time I think I'm getting a grip and that I might finally understand myself… I change all over again." She admits, sounding more angry and tired than defeated now-- like a mirror of her old self, her human self that had clawed and damned and cursed him, despised him more than anything. "I hate it. I hate that I never truly know who I am. That I have to learn about my past through stories others tell me, or through fragments of twisted, broken memories that I wouldn't wish on anyone. Through conflict and pain and… and..."

"Echo," Dusknoir murmurs her name softly, an offering, a potential escape if only she would wish to drop the subject and forget this conversation had ever happened-- if she'd overstepped and needed an excuse to back out, a diversion, an understanding. And briefly, Dusknoir wonders why she is opening up about this particular information, why she would delve into something so vulnerable, so personal. Why she would bring up this hurtful history when it obviously brings her great discomfort.

And then, he gets an answer.

“You’re lucky, Dusknoir." There it is, that wildfire burning in her eyes again. A spark that’s new and bold and startling. But lucky? No, never. He'd have to disagree, accounting the mountain of evidence that was his life and regrettable deeds.

"You already know exactly who you are and what you’ve done, and most importantly why. You have more than a tattered picture of yourself that reflects broken answers. And you can change with that knowledge. I see you trying.” She tells him, searching, looking for something so deeply and Dusknoir wishes he knew what it could be so that he could give it to her, because he would, he would gladly give it to her without a second thought if it meant they could be close again. But he isn’t a fool, and he’s wise enough to know they’ll never be like they were before. “And if somehow I could change, even as half-assed as I have. Well, then what’s your excuse?”

You can do it, say her unspoken words, I believe in you.

[rosaaeles]

i havent had time to listen to epic yet but this song is all over my fyp and i really think it's so beautiful so today i annoyed all of my flatmates by singing it over and over again anyway i hope u enjoy

[fastcardotmp3]

for the fic ask: door🚪

thank you anon! kissing you with this bit from all my friends part 7 bc i've got it in my pocket so why not mix it up (:

And then the door clicks open to reveal a half-disheveled Eddie, one hand frantically pushing his hair back off of his face and eyes all big and startled as if Buck hasn’t made a habit of showing up here unannounced. 

send me a word and i'll find it amongst my wips! <3

[swampthingking]

last line/snippet tag

ty @messerflower for tagging me<3

don’t have anyone to tag but i am doing it anyways lmao!

james and remus have an eye opening conversation

“It was on his birthday. After dinner.”

Three weeks ago, James thinks. He pulls back a bit, releasing Remus, the excitement drained from him, replaced with sorrow for his friend. “Yikes,” he says quietly.

“Fuckin’ yikes,” Remus agrees, taking a drink of his coffee like he was tossing back a shot instead. “No hard feelings,” Remus says, with hard feelings. “Lots of people don’t want to play step-parent.”

“You don’t really think it’s that though, do you?” James asks.

Remus shrugs, dejected. “I don’t know, James.”

“I don’t think Sirius would ghost you because you have a kid,” James says softly. His brain supplies him with an inappropriately timed joke, and he says it, knowing they usually cheer Remus up. “Maybe you were just a terrible lay.”

That gets a reaction out of him. Remus snorts, staring into his mug still. He gives it a little swirl, chewing his lip in debate. He always does that when he’s contemplating; chews the inside of his lip. James is just about to ask him what he’s thinking when Remus shakes his head decisively and says, “Nah, that’s not it.”

James cackles. “How do you know that?”

Remus fixes him with a blank, but telling stare. “I know, James. Trust me.”

[oldbutchdanielcraig]

we are at 3k words of daniel and armand yapping in my google docs and counting right now by the way. and when i say that i mean exclusively yapping. nothing else has happened. they haven’t even thought about whether or not they want to have sex yet. like shut uppppppppp. oh my god

[fanboyzuko]

im a fucking BEAST today~~~ ive written 6.4k this afternoon and planning to get back to it after a dinner break >D

[wikiangela]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @daffi-990 💖

so i know i said that married smut is my priority but i can't have just one priority bc i get bored or stuck lol - so apparently my other main wip rn is the cheating fic due to a sudden burst of inspiration for it haha (also don't wanna share like everything from the married buddie smut haha)

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She smiles at him as she takes another bite of her food, and he tries to smile back, but then he remembers Eddie’s drunken smile that he kissed off his lips. She touches his hand, and he remembers Eddie’s hands all over his body, his lips, his touch, his heavy breaths and wonderful sounds made just for Buck. He’s sitting here with his girlfriend, and can’t stop thinking about his best friend he cheated with. Eddie is buzzing under his skin, thrumming in his veins, occupying his every thought. Buck feels like Eddie’s taken up permanent residence there now, in Buck’s body and mind, there’s no getting rid of him. He’s not sure he wants to. 

Wait, no, that’s not true, he can’t- he can’t want Eddie like that. He has to find a way to forget. 

He’s so screwed.

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[the-inkwell-variable]

OC Questionnaire

Thanks for the tag, @leahnardo-da-veggie!! I'm going to use EVERYONE for this so hang on tight!

My questions are:

What was your favorite hobby as a kid?

KIA - - - I loved taking things apart and putting them back together. I wasn't that great at it back then, not like I am now. The very first thing I successfully dismantled was a drone that was flying around with a fucked-up fuselage. Fixed that in about ten minutes, sent it on its little way. Turns out it belonged to Penguin, and that's how I started working for that crusty old toad.

ASHLEE - - - I loved swinging on a swingset. Didn't matter if it was a tire attached to a tree or a real swingset like they have at parks. I just loved swinging on those things. I guess I still do. I'm not sure? I haven't tried. I've been to parks with the kiddos, but I haven't tried a swingset. Seems too childish for a grown-up to really get back into, you know?

KIRA - - - gardening with Granny! Love getting my paws in the dirt. I don't garden as much anymore. No point since I'm constantly moving. But once I find a place where the Inquisitors can't find me, I'm going to have a garden as big as Ycaea itself!

TIATHA - - - goodness, that was quite a long time ago. Much of my childhood is a blur, you understand. I recall playing with a small doll. Perhaps made of cloth or yarn, with a wooden face and hands. I used to make her dance, if I remember correctly - the first sign of my magical prowess.

XAENTE - - - I didn't play as a kid, are you kidding? I worked at my da's pub. Ma had a garden out back; I was expected to tend that, as well as watch the youngins. Being the oldest meant you didn't get free time to play. Ugh, can you imagine?

AMARA - - - I've always been able to cast illusion magic, so I would magic myself up a little toad or a turtle to play with. I was a servant in the drow lands, so I didn't get a lot of free time, nor did any of the other children want to play with me. No, that doesn't make me sad, why do you ask? I look sad? Don't be silly, that's how I always look.

ASTARIA - - - Mother encouraged us to have hobbies. I chose reading. You can learn so much through reading! And sometimes the Sisters would leave their silly little romances lying around, so I'd fly through one of those. Those were my favorites. I love to learn, but I love finding out if Fabio will get the girl much more.

TAGGING @8-bit-writers - @koiwrites - @theslpr - open tag!

Your Question Is: What was your favorite color as a kid, and what is it now? What made it change?