kinning-oliver · 15 days ago
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dean runs his blood-stained hands down sam's ribcage, and he's shivering with each brush of soft skin. he's finally got little brother underneath him. sammy is all spread out on the floor of earth, as delicate as a lamb, with his ribcage offered up to dean like an offering. dean takes his sacrificial lamb into his arms and back home. there, he lays sammy down; he patches sammy back together with needle and thread. when sammy's safe and sound in his habitat, dean brings his bloodied hands up to his face, and he savors the taste of baby brother. salvation. what it could've been, had dean accepted mary's cruel offering. no worries, dean thinks, you're mine now.
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archersxartxblog · 4 months ago
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just a quick chapter wip for resistance is futile. not sure of I'm going to keep. let me know what you guys think.
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He was Ingo, he was a Subway Boss. One of two. He conducted the single lines in gear station, where he would stand and await trainers who completed 20 battles. 
He had silver eyes, and silver hair.
He had a brother, Emmet, they were twins, Identical. Emmet loved winning more than anything and always had a smile on his face. His best friend was Elesa, a supermodel and gym leader. 
He lived in Nimbasa city with his brother and two children.
Not long ago, he had been taken by an alien group known as the Borg, along with several others. They had operated on him, changed him from the outside, and tried to make him one of them.
His body was no longer his own, but his mind was still intact.
But, He was Ingo, He was a Subway Boss, and he wasn't beaten so easily.
He was Ingo, He was a Subway Boss, the 10th one to be Assimilated out of 83. 
He had one silver eye and his ocular implant was red. And his hair had long since fallen out.
He had a brother who loved winning more than anything, and was always smiling. They weren’t identical anymore.
Would Emmet even recognize him anymore?
He'd been taken from Nimbasa City three months ago.
Yesterday, he watched as the cube he was on tried to Assimilate a cargo ship they came upon. The crew hit the self-destruction.
There were suddenly ten less voices in Ingo’s head.
But he still wasn't about to give up. He was still a Subway Boss.
They were- no, He was Ingo. He was a…a…Drone…no, it was something to do with trains…he was sure of it. And he was The 10th one to be Assimilated out of 83. 
He had a brother…he wore white…was he still smiling?
Today they had been attacked by Klingons. They managed to kill three of them, but now their voices were added to the Collective. Their violent nature tamed by metal and wires.
It was getting harder to fight back, but Ingo was never one to back down from a challenge.
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He was Ingo, he was a Engineering drone, his designation was 10 of 83.
He didn't remember much from before that, no matter how much he tried.
His mind was starting to uncouple.
Every so often he would recall a man, a human, that used to look like him. But he couldn't get any more than that. But he felt like he was someone who smiled a lot.
He'd been sent to repair the shield emitters during a fight with the Romulans. He had almost finished when they had been struck with disrupters. As luck would have it, he was fine, but his arm was attachment had been severely damaged.
Medical drone 5 of 30 was sent to repair damaged and upgrade hydraulic clamp attached to 10 of 83. 
But what interested him was the drone sent to repair him.
They were young, too young to be a proper drone. 
But they were like him.
They were fighting as well.
A name came to mind when they looked at him. Akari, her name was Akari. And she was fighting this tooth and nail.
And she believed she could get both of them out of this.
She was called away to repair another drone, and Ingo wanted to reach out and stop her. They should stick together. But he couldn't, he didn’t have control over his body.
But if Akari could continue to fight for this long. 
Then Ingo could continue to fight as well.
They were 10 of 83. They were an engineering drone.
And they had not seen Akari in days.
They didn’t know what happened to her, they could no longer hear her voice in the collective. She had gone completely silent. And they were worried for her safety.
Had she been taken out in one of the raids?
Had the collective deactivated her?
Or had she fallen and fully joined the collective like so many others?
Maybe she was still out there, and they were simply being blocked from communicating, so she could no longer corrupt them with her sense of independence.
Whatever the case maybe, they just hoped she was safe and managed to get out alive.
Even if they could no longer be saved.
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affinitystoryblog · 5 months ago
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what better way to celebrate me about to start the official comic process than to post some completely out of context chapter snippets!
chapter 2 gets a lot of agitha...i adore her
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gunebuggieswriting · 1 year ago
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SPOILERS FOR MY FIC GOOD BAD HABITS RUN IN THE FAMILY!!
Heres the link for the fic, as this is just part of what I have written so far for the new chapter :)
"The stories were true, weren't they? You died before, haven't you?" Danny asked Jason, with an air so nonchalant that it made Jason both curious and uncomfortable.
Jason didn't want to answer that, to be forced to remember and face a reality he wanted to keep buried with the rest of his past whenever he dug himself out, so he ignored it. Danny already knew what his answer would be anyways. Jason had a feeling that Danny knew all too well, and it only made those green specks in his eyes be that more concerning. "Is that 'death aura' how you knew it was Tim earlier, since apparently everybody's is different?"
Danny let the fact that Jason danced around his question go, understanding the way he didn't want to go into more details. Danny didn't like his past being explored either, so it was only fair. The teen took a bite of his fry, surprised that the green seasoned food was actually decent, before speaking. "Yeah, sorta. Usually most people have little to no hint of death on them. Though you bunch seem to all be affected one way or another. Red- Tim's is quite powerful and a lot different than yours. It seems he's killed quite a few people, even more so than the crime lord himself."
Jason was beginning to get used to how relaxed Danny talked about these things, as if being revived from the dead or killing people were something that came to no surprise. Though the thought of Tim having killed more people than him did take him back a little. He knew that Tim was a bit unhinged at times, but surely the replacement followed Bruce's strict "no killing" rule.
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tyrantonutx · 2 months ago
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Me, the author: I'm going to write this fic and Erik won't be officially "revealed" until the end in a very cool and dramatic way
Tony, Erik, Peter, Rhodes, T'Challa, Shuri, etc: *referring to Erik at every single opportunity* bet
“Did you call him?” Tony hissed, hot and cold all over for a whole new reason now as he glared at Peter. He didn’t react, didn’t even look at Tony. He was too busy glaring down Rogers. “For the love of–” He shrugged off Rogers’s hand hard, exasperated. “I need to take this.” He said, seconds before his phone started ringing. “Raincheck, Rogers.” 
Tony glided between Spider-Man and Riri, despite the protests bubbling up from Rogers, and left the conference room and the Mexican fucking Stand-off inside. He hated leaving the kids to close ranks behind him, but now he had bigger things to deal with. His fingers flew over the screen as he made his exit, exasperated and (begrudgingly, frustratingly) fond.
I can’t believe you told him what was going on. - SSS
I can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t tell Baba. - PSS
The kid was so grounded. That was it. Just as soon as he talked down his murderous husband from flying across the ocean to put a bullet in Captain America. 
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coleoffduty · 1 year ago
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i’ve fallen ill (i’m nauseous from vertigo spells) and am bed ridden (i’m still healing from the at home ingrown surgery), have a sliver of the newest installment of my 80k worded manifesto (trs, my longest lucemond fic)
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lanymme · 1 year ago
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"Master, Master!" the tension between them is broken by the boisterous cry of the loudest monk Ritsuka has ever known. Kiara's hand surreptitiously drops from the small of her back, and she feels a disconcerting mix of relief and loss at the retreating touch.
Her thoughts are scattered as Caster bounds down the hallway, her strides eating up the ground between them until she comes to her feet before them, grinning at Kiara.
"Ah, a dancer!" The Third Beast of Humanity claps her hands together and tilts her head like an excited young lady at a festival. "My, Chaldea truly is open to all kinds. Master, you truly have put together a special collection of people."
Sanzang's boundless energy halts, and with heartfelt, almost passionate solemnity, she bows with her hands clasped together. "Namo Buddhaya," she intones, and her eyes hold a weight of wisdom and uncreated joy, like bubbles of light trailing up from a stone cast into deep water. The moment melts away as her puppy-like cheer surfaces once more, and she turns to Ritsuka, clasping her hands in her own. "Why didn't you tell me, Master! A nun, another nun is here!" They both stare at her, Sanzang up in her face, giddy and gleeful, while Kiara waits at a more appropriate distance, one eyebrow arched in inquiry.
Fujimaru Ritsuka, once the Last Master of Humanity, has spent more than two years here, in Antarctica where the wind always whistling and howling on the windows is drowned out by the even more constant chatter of humanity's greatest heroes (and some villains) in constant discussion, camaraderie, and, often enough, argument. She has mediated disputes between Darius III of Persia and Alexander the Great, between Nero of Rome and Boudica of the Celtic Iceni, between Minamoto-no-Raikou and Shuten Douji, Atalante and Fergus--she has personally reached the heart of a god of Central America through words and actions, and negotiated peace with a vengeful spirit (she is kind of proud of it, too). Her ability to connect with other people, to read the room, is… really her only skill. It’s something she has faith in.
Her palms begin to sweat.
"...Right. Yeah, I guess I should... introduce you?" Sanzang nods at her. Kiara continues smiling.
"So, uh, this is Alter Ego, Sessyoin Kiara," Sanzang gives her a small wave, and Kiara tilts her head, smiling radiantly with closed eyes. "...And this is Caster, Xuanzang Sanzang."
"...Oh?" Kiara's expression does not change. She continues to smile, gentle and relaxed. But Rituska feels a chill down her spine, feels her heartbeat pick up its pace, and a strange pressure fill the room. "What a pleasure it is, to meet another woman who has taken the Bodhisattva Vow for the sake of all living beings.”
She makes eye contact with a passing staff member—Marcus—before he puts his head down and hustles quickly down the hall. Ritsuka’s not the only one who has had to develop a keen sense for tension.
You might think Sanzang would have that kind of intuition as well—or at least have learned to be a better judge of character, after being kidnapped by so many disguised demons. But, well, the Journey to the West wouldn’t have been quite as memorable a story that way.
She thinks of tendrils and eyes, splitting flesh and tangling outward from head, from chest, in a small room far below the ocean. Her skin crawls.
“And especially one so accomplished. I believe it is thanks to your efforts in your time that I was able to receive the Dharma in mind. She is motionless, just for a hair too long, looking Sanzang in the eyes. “Yes, I owe you a particular debt.”
“Kiara, uh. I think we have to keep going to make our appointment with the acting Director.”
“… A shame,” she says. “Truly.” She doesn’t shift her posture in the slightest.
"Awww, are you busy? Sorry for taking up your time! But we should totally have tea later! I think I would learn a lot from talking with a like-minded follower of the Buddha!"
Sanzang, please stop being so friendly, she thinks, just this once.
“If you want,” Kiara says, “perhaps it will happen. I think you will find my understanding of the Dharma to be quite unique.”
And Ritsuka takes that as her cue to grab her hand and pull her down the hallway, waving at Sanzang with a tight smile as they go.
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Just a little excerpt from the in-progress chapter 7 of Karuṇā.
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sunlit-mess · 4 months ago
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wip bc I'll take time to touch some grass
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thecmaly · 1 month ago
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really? right in front of my karaage?
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more windbreaker comics
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pemprika · 7 months ago
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the beginning
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tanaor · 6 months ago
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Want to know how to hook you reader from the first moment??
(✨ Easy and quick tips to make your first chapter memorable��)
There have been endless the number of times that I have wondered about the correct formula of starting an history, and although I've learned that in writing there is no one correct way around it, I have gathered some of the tips that helped me the most. That being said, let's get to the tips!!
Introduce them to the mc. Show the reader who they are and what they are facing (can be internal conflict or something instant). Don't start from the pov of a character they won't see again.
Show what the readers are going to feel through the book, the "vibe" that you spent countless Pinterest boards crafting. Do you want them to feel afraid? Happy? Hopeless? Perhaps cozy?
Don't introduce more than three characters at once, and try not to be confusing. Your readers are already lost when your story begins, so try to guide them gently. A confused mind always says no.
Start with something that will later affect the story and move your characters forward. Ask yourself: does this first scene have an impact on the characters or the plot? If no, you can try making it more impactful or starting somewhere else.
Get your readers' curiosity triggered. At the end of the scene, there must be something they want to know to continue reading. It doesn't have to be a cliffhanger, but something like "will the protagonist go on the quest?" or "what are they gonna do now that they don't have any shelter?". The "now that they ..." formula always works for me!
That's all for now, and thank you for reading! As always, happy writing :)
Other tips for writers: previous | next
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sp0o0kylights · 11 months ago
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Steve Harrington was wearing a Hellfire t-shirt.
It was far too tight on him, the name of the club stretched wide over his chest. The sleeves dug into his biceps, making them pop even more than they usually did, and that was before he crossed his arms. 
Worse?
It was short.
Which meant the damn shirt was constantly riding up to give everyone a nice show of the smattering of hair that trailed down past the band of Harrington's jeans. 
The same hair that Eddie was determinedly not looking at. 
“Henderson, a moment?” He crooked a finger, a smile on his face that was more feral than welcoming. 
Rather than cower or even acknowledge that Eddie was two seconds away from murder, Dustin just gave him a gummy grin, all too pleased with himself and his scheme. 
“Sure Eddie. Steve, don't just stand there, go help set the booth up!” Dustin gestured to Hellfire’s sad little table, crammed all the way in the back of the gym. 
Jeff and Gareth both reacted to the suggestion like a rabid squirrel had been set upon them, nervously inching towards the other side of the booth as Harrington sighed and--shockingly--did as he was told.
‘What,’ Eddie thought angrily, ‘in the everloving fuck.’
“Do you guys mind if I set this down on the table?” Eddie heard Harrington ask as he stormed away, Dustin on his heel. 
They wandered just around the corner, out of sight and hopefully, out of the fallen king’s hearing range.
Eddie wasn't sure if Harrington would try and white knight the very much deserved dressing down he was about to give. 
Didn’t want to chance it, considering the downright weird relationship he had with Hellfire's freshmen.
(While he’d heard many a tale at his table regarding King Steve since the newest recruits had joined Hellfire, most of them dissolved into arguments without ever really going anywhere.
 Best anyone could figure out was that Dustin and Lucas had a bad case of hero worship, while Mike owned a begrudging amount of respect that hailed from a series of misadventures. 
The very same misadventures that, despite all protests to the contrary, was clearly some sort of babysitting gig for Harrington.) 
Either way, plenty of the King’s court would have loved to take this opportunity to fuck with Hellfire.
Given that Henderson was absolutely too old to require a babysitter at fourteen, Eddie would bet his lunch money that was what Steve was here to do.
Something the club couldn’t afford since they were forever and always two seconds away from being stripped of club status and banned from school grounds. 
“I would love to know what went through that all A’s brain of yours when I said,” Eddie whirled on Dustin when they were firmly in the clear, voice low and furious.  “no Henderson, do not invite King Steve to help, he is an invading force and would ruin our peaceful kingdom!?”
He clasped his hands behind his back before leaning into Dustin’s face. “Because clearly whatever you heard wasn’t that.” 
To Eddie’s continued frustration and confusion, Dustin did not treat this like the threat it was. 
None of the freshmen had ever truly treated Eddie like a threat--had somehow skipped that part of the usual onboarding ritual entirely.
Eddie, town freak and drug dealer, who had cultivated his looks and craziness to such a degree that most everyone steered clear, wasn’t used to it. 
Everyone had been afraid of him at some point in this shitty school. Jeff, Gareth, hell even half the staff--and that the dorky trio of fourteen year old's clearly thought this all was play-acting made his eye twitch.
Even if it was--maybe, sometimes--welcome. 
“I know what you said, but I’m telling you I’m right.” Dustin argued immediately, and oh God, he was using that tone again. 
A hand went up into the space between them and Eddie groaned aloud, knowing what was coming.
“First,” Dustin ticked a finger up, “Hellfire really needs the money. Even thirty dollars would get us new figures, but more than that, if we don’t fundraise, we can’t go to Gen Con!” 
Dustin's eyes bored into Eddie’s, full of fire and conviction
“Yes,” Eddie said through gritted teeth, “but--”
“Second!” Dustin cut him off, and God the little shit even threw him a look while he did it, like Eddie was the one being ridiculous here!
“We had to fight just to get our table! Principal Higgins was in algebra today practically begging the mathletes to show up, but then tried to tell us we couldn't be here? That’s messed up!” 
As if denying them a spot to fundraise was the worst thing that asshole had ever done.
Eddie sighed, breath blasting out of his mouth like a dragon’s. 
“Because people think we’re freaks and satanists, Henderson. You don’t typically invite freaks and satanists to the school’s annual Holiday Bazaar. Especially not when all the local moms are paying to hawk their bullshit crafts and tupperware!” 
It was more than that of course. The Hawkins High Holiday Bazaar was a tradition spanning several years now. Starting in the gym and spilling clear into the parking lot, everyone from local artists to even some local shops came to host a small table for the day, thus growing the event from a small school fundraiser to a Hawkins' “must-do.” 
Half the fucking town was here to sell, and the other half was here to shop, which meant Principle Higgins had wanted Hellfire banned from the fucking premise. 
Eddie had been forced to pull out one of his trump cards he’d been saving--blackmail on Higgins that related to the man’s not--so--legal addiction to Percocet that he relied on Reefer Rick for. 
(And bless Rick, that hadn’t been the only tidbit he’d shared with Eddie about Higgins. That information, however, Eddie needed just so the asshat wouldn’t give him the boot from school entirely.) 
The only reason Eddie had pulled it out to secure their rightful spot, was because of Gen Con. 
It was Hellfire's White Whale, their grand adventure, and this was going to be his year to take his friends on one last epic quest to make memories of a lifetime surrounded by people who understood them.
Come hell or high water, Eddie was going to Gen Con--but being able to fundraise by selling wares and baked goods at the stupid Holiday Bazaar would go a long way to help.
Even if he had to listen to the band repeatedly play ear-bleeding renditions of Christmas songs.
“All the clubs get to have a table, and we’re a club!” Dustin continued, like it was that simple. “But you know, I get it. We look scary.” 
He gestured down to his own Hellfire shirt, before gesturing towards Eddie’s entire outfit.
Like Eddie didn't know what he looked like, let alone that he'd made this outfit specifically to scare people away from him.
(And maybe add some rockstar flair to this dinky little hick town.)
“You know who doesn’t look scary?”
Dustin held out his hands and swiveled his body like he was presenting a prize instead of gesturing in the vague direction of; 
“Steve!”
Eddie’s left eye twitched.
‘You can't kill him, you need his character for the campaign.’ He told himself firmly, even if he envisioned strangling Dustin like a chicken.
Cartoon squawking and all. 
“The King isn’t going to help us fundraise, Dustin.” Eddie said, in an effort to break down why Harrington couldn't be here. “He's just going to cause us problems that we can’t afford to have.” 
So many problems, half of which Eddie couldn't think of because if he did, he'd start spiraling.
“Really? Because as you keep saying, Steve used to be the King. People love him, Eddie! Mom’s love him.”
Eddie had pulled himself back up to his proper height a while ago, and now rocked back on his heels while he ran a hand down his face.
There was no getting through to Henderson when he was like this. 
Not unless Eddie really lost it, and it was practically club lore that he only lost it when someone missed an important game. 
One cannot keep a herd of sheep if their flock is terrified of them, after all. 
(“Perhaps you’re just a giant fucking softie.” Tiff, one of Hellfire’s graduating members, told him once. “Honestly dude, I bet you throw up stuffing.”
“Shut up Tiffany, your choker is on backwards again.” He'd spat back, completely offended and not at all trying to distract from how true that was.) 
“We can’t be satanic if Steve’s the one selling cookies!” Dustin finished doggedly. 
“We’re not even selling cookies--that’s not the point!”” Eddie shook his head, hair flying. He was not going to be sidetracked, he wasn’t!
 “Harrington is going to end up siding with all the moms about how we’re all wasting time with D&D, if he even spends the whole time at the table. Is that what you want?” 
He stuck out a ringed finger, poking at Dustin’s chest.
“Every single person who comes by our table has to be convinced D&D is a writing and math based game. Good for the mind and souls of growing, impressionable children. A game that got a bad rep because of  a few silly images.” 
A pitch he and Tiff had come up with during the third or fourth time they had to convince an adult that no, just because their shirts had a dragon on it, didn’t mean they were summoning demons in the drama room. 
“Harrington can’t do that because Harrington doesn’t even know how to play!” 
This Eddie punctuated by throwing his hands in the air. 
Given the startled look of the mother-daughter duo passing him by, clearly was louder than he’d intended--but screw it!
He was right!
Hellfire was in a precarious position to both fundraise and do a little damage control among the slightly smarter members of this shithole small town, and Harrington rolling his eyes and gossiping about how stupid it was would hinder that.
“Okay, first of all, Steve’s played D&D with me and he didn’t even kill his character.” Dustin said it like he was unveiling a smoking gun and not lying through his ass--which Eddie would absolutely be calling him on the second he was done talking. 
Because King Steve? Play D&D?
'Ha!'
“And he’s not gonna say shit because we--me, and Lucas and even Mike!--asked him to help, and he helps when its serious. I know you have some weird grudge with him, but I’m telling you Eddie he’s our golden ticket to Gen Con!” 
“You’re killing me. You are standing here, acting as a friend, when you are bringing a-- a dark force into the midst our of mission--” Eddie hissed, because he was losing the fucking fight and he knew it.
Dustin Henderson was not a man easily swayed. 
Had never been, even when the odds were stacked against him (and Grant and Gareth were howling in his ear.) 
The set of his shoulders and the glint of the little shithead’s eye meant Eddie wouldn’t be able to use him to oust Harrington--if he even could get him out without the dick causing a massive scene anyway. 
As always when outgunned, Eddie flipped to dramatics.
“Betrayed! By my own chosen heir no less!” He moaned, pressing the back of his hand over his eyes as Dustin scoffed.
"Don’t be so dramatic! Steve will help, I promise! Just don’t be a dick to him.” 
 Conversation apparently over, Dustin turned around to head back to the table
Snidely, he added over his shoulder: “Plus we’ve all caught on to the heir thing Eddie. You tell everyone that so they do what you want.” 
The dick.
“You’re too fucking smart for your own good. I’m gonna start feeding you paint chips to bring that IQ down.” Eddie muttered angrily as Dustin went back to their little table.
He gave himself a moment to get his shit together and stomp a foot like a child when Dustin was around the corner and thus couldn’t witness it, before following his wayward sheep back.
Could only pray to any deity listening that Henderson’s meddling didn’t blow up in Hellfire’s face.
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archersxartxblog · 2 years ago
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Work in progress
so I figure I'd post a little work in progress here since this chapter has had a rough start.
also, I wanted to post a little fluffy moment with Lampent, cause it's been a hot minute. might do more of these, depending on how I feel.
warning this has not been proofread yet so there are probably a few mistakes.
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Lampent hovered close to her trainer as he slept, her eyes closed as she ignored the world around her and focused solely on her partner.
His breathing
His Heart beat
And his soul
That was all she needed, to know he was going to be okay.
Lampent was honestly surprised that she had not been kicked out. Had this been Unova, they would have recalled her back into her Pokeball and given it to Drayden, and she would not have seen her trainer until after he was better.
In fact, she had been shocked when Calaba had ejected a group of humans what had tried to remove her, claiming she was ‘one of Almighty Sinnoh’s creations and deserved to be with her partner as much as Calaba’s Bibarel deserved to be with her.’ a kind sentiment that Lampent appreciated, even if the old woman still kept a close untrusting eye on her.
She had escaped her Pokeball the moment she’d been able to, distressed to find that her trainer and his family had been harmed and she had been unable to help. And Since, had refused to leave him, only moving aside so that the old human Calaba could tend to him. 
Ingo had been hit in the head rather head during the Avalanche, and had been left with a minor fractures in his skull and knee and a concussion good measure. 
Lampent had to admit she had panicked a bit when she first escaped her Pokeball and saw
Trainer looking like he had just lost a fight with a Mow rotom. 
But now that the blood had been cleaned off and bandages had been applied, he was looking much more lively. Even if he was sleeping a lot.
She drifted closer to him, resting an arm on his head as gently as she could. He would be fine, she would make sure of it, even if she forced herself to learn Pain split to do it.
Behind her she could hear Eelektrik’s Pokeball rattling on the floor next to his trainer. The eel pokemon clearly trying to break free.
Poor Eelektrik, he never did get the hang of opening his Pokeball from the inside. As much as she disliked Zoroark for being a jerk to his trainer, the two often teased Eelektrik on his inability to exit his Pokeball on his own. Chalking it up to his lack of arms.
Normally she would have let him out by now, but she figure she’d let him struggle for a little bit longer. Besides she wanted to see the look on his face when she told him Emmet het been curled up with another Pokemon. Even if it was just a Bergmite given to him to help with thepain and swelling in his shoulder.
Though she was honestly surprised that she’d been allow to stay and yet Eelektrik had not been let out. Then again, it might have been because she was already out, and they didn’t want to risk releasing some of the bigger Pokemon the twins had caught during their time. 
She had heard the Palina human warning the others about Gyarados, and Lampent had to agree with that. If she had panicked over Ingo when she had first seen him, she did not want to see how the quick tempered motherly water-type would have reacted.
Or maybe the humans of the Pearl clan were a lot like Eelektrik and just didn’t know how to the Pokeball.
The world may never know.
Once more Lampent shut her eyes once more, feeling that urge to sifin off some of the life energy from the occupants within the room, and pushed it back down. The urge successfully squashed, she flew over to Ingo’s satchel and opened it, removing one of the treats she knew Ingo in there and consuming it, before returning to her trainer’s side.
Ever since the battle with the Abomasnow, and her cowardly attempt to runaway, Lampent had been trainig in secert when her Trainer was sleeping or otherwise distracted. All under the direction and watchful eye of both Lady Sneasler and Gliscor.
The two older pokemon instructing her on the best way to push herself. How to use less energy with her attacks and how to best suppress the natural urges that would hurt her partner. 
And it was working. 
Day by day her attacks were hitting harder without the need to repleshise herself constantly, and Ingo was no longer dragging his feet after an hour of spending time with her.
Sure after her little training sessions, she was normally tired but it was nothing that one of the Warden’s muffins couldn’t take care of.
It was worth it just to be able to coexist with her trainer for more then a hour.
Sure, the longer she spent with him the more of a test it was to keep herself in. but for him she was willing to step up to the challenge.
If the story Ingo’s dad had told her was correct, then the man had once had a Chandelure for a partner and they had been able to make it work. If Warden Ingo was able to become so close with his partner he was able to remember them even with his amnesia, then she could do the same for her trainer.
His breathing
His heart beat
And His Soul
That was all she needed to know that he was going to be okay.
And even if things started to look dark for him, she would be his guiding light.
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affinitystoryblog · 6 months ago
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Chapter Rough Draft Snippets: Chapter 01 pt. 2
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fight scene fight scene! no lie, my fight scenes need more work, but i think its still fun and i hope to improve it with the art process!
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checkadii · 4 months ago
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Sniffs. Hi. I’m very much still heavily brainrottjng over trigun but something has taken a smidge of that space
Bro I was fighting for my life w the fire. Ngl
Anyways daily vashwood struck again (it was wolfwood holding Vash’s hand gripping his gun and pointing it at hismelf)
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vendetta-if · 2 months ago
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The Public Update is now live! 🎉
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Hey guys! The public update is now live! 🥳 The update brings 27K new words (excluding codes) into the demo, bringing the overall word count to 384K words!
Some new stuff to expect from the update (without spoilers 🤭):
Some changes and options additions in Ash's Hangout.
A whole new section and new scenes added at the end of Ash's Hangout.
A (promised) brunch with Rin 😉
Just a word of warning, I did change one or two variables in the previous iteration of Chapter 7, so if you're using an old save file, there's a small chance it might give some error. But hopefully it doesn't. Of course, the safer way would be to play with a new, clean save (either playing from the beginning or use the quickstart to get to Chapter 6 immediately).
Anyway, I'll start answering spoiler asks regarding the update in a day or two 😉 And when I answer them, I'll make sure to tag them with the #chapter 7 spoiler tag.
If you do enjoy the story, please consider checking out my Patreon or Ko-Fi pages for more exclusive contents and to help support my work 😊
I hope you guys enjoy the update! 🥰💖
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