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[under new management as of Nov 2023] added the inclusion of thirst traps and fan service the actors share :)
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Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!
tagged by @rocknghorss on main; ty!
like an insect trapped in amber: Local Teen Missing, Father Concerned in Wake of Recent Bear Attacks
see the world hanging upside down: Luke Castellan is nine years old and his mother’s eyes are glowing green.
like a blurred photograph: Yu Shisan dies in a dramatic blaze of glory to protect a beautiful and virtuous young lady, a blindfold over his eyes and a bloodstained grin on his face.
put another X on the calendar: Macau has woken up in his old bed in the old minor family house for two consecutive— is it consecutive if it’s time travel— days now, and he is getting increasingly annoyed by it.
Joy is the Loveliest Number: Wednesday wakes up in her childhood bedroom. This would have been normal after the mess of her first semester at Nevermore, but there is something wrong. Not the good kind of wrong, either.
mountain of knives and lake of fire, i am willing to go | 刀山火海,也愿: There is a body missing.
plant your hope with good seed: Chai Ming knows that he’s the youngest of the brothers who survived.
it is not the mockingbird who: When Xie Xiao Ni is twelve years old, her family falls apart.
now let me at the truth (refresh my broken mind): You are the first disciple in your sect, and you have never known where you came from, not really. You’ve never cared to know.
huckleberry, cherry, or rye: “Wait, you’re a prostitute?” Ye Qingyu exclaims, dropping his phone on Pian Ran’s table.
I dunno if there's a specific pattern here, but I think I tend to start with an image--- there's definitely a theme in my time travel stories of waking up. I think they also set the tone of the story--- in huckleberry, cherry, or rye, you immediately know this is meant to be funny. In mountain of knives, you immediately know this is serious and angsty. In like an insect trapped in amber, you can tell it's experimental--- that's a newspaper headline.
Of these, I think my favorite is like a blurred photograph, just because I'm very proud of the prose in that one, and the first line is reiterated in the final line.
no pressure tagging: @myhamartiaishubris, @january-summers, @toppingjeffsatur and anyone else who wants to (i am tagging all of my writing mutuals in my heart but my wifi is shit rn lol)
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dreamy drabbles
KINNPORSCHE TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY EVENT
— prompt: regret
Kimhan Theerapanyakul doesn't do regret.
No feelings, no attachments, no regrets.
He's not sure how much of Kimhan Theerapanyakul is still left.
Below his balcony he can hear the sound of people living: horns honking, idle chatter, exuberant laughter.
Kim's chest aches as he turns off the recording.
Kimhan Theerapanyakul doesn't do regret.
But Wik, Kim, they regret.
They got a taste of what it is to feel, to live, and their sorrow is crushing.
They plead for forgiveness, offering up the very last pieces of Kimhan Theerapanyakul, bound, gagged and disarmed, in the hopes of repairing what he broke.
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