#this particular snippet of the song especially

[mellohiizz]

I am still not over him... Also, I guess you guys can have a small nibble of Wifiescest just as a little treat. I found the song Real Boy by Lola Blanc after forgetting about it for years and went wait a moment... this reminds me of someone...

[ivykim]

SIM(P) JAEYUN STRIKES

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— welcome to the video. thank you for clicking on it! today, I’ll be bringing you on a journey of various moments where jake is practically down bad for ivy

DANCE JAM LIVE #071223

since everyone was doing their own thing and dancing to their song, ivy does the same thing. it was quite honestly a mini party. all of them were dressed in something quite formal due to having schedules in the morning/afternoon.

ivy was wearing this

she looked gorgeous. everyone single one of the boys had their jaws dropped when she walked into the room wearing that. one person though had their mouths way more wide open than the others.

“jake, close your mouth.” jay says. the boy listens but he’s still mesmerised by ivy.

“noona is so pretty…” jake mumbles. anywhere she went, jake’s eyes would follow her figure.

— here we have prime example of sim(p) jaeyun

vivi x jake vlog (spoilers??)

— vivi says the vlog will be uploaded eventually (belift I’m watching you🫵🏻) but she posted a snippet of it on weverse

IVY🌟 POSTED: who are you calling cute? you’re cuter jaeyun🙄 *video attached*

from what it seems, it’s just ivy and jake walking around the rented home’s mini garden. there, they spotted a cat and ivy gasps.

jake goes to film her as ivy passes the camera to him. she kneels down to the cat and allows it to sniff her. it easily gets comfortable with her and ivy happily pets it.

“jaeyun~ the kitty is so cute.” she says in a pouty voice.

jake’s heart tugs as ivy speaks in a cute voice.

“cute.” he mumbles behind the camera. which obviously was caught in the video bc Ivy wouldn’t have posted it if it wasn’t caught.

— aww the jaeun ship is sailing!

a compilation of behind episodes with jake and ivy

#1. “noona, please!”

jake loves asking for permission from ivy and ivy grew to love hearing the boys (who are younger than her) calling her noona. it took a while for her to accept it but she likes being called noona now!

“I want that one. please? can I have a bite?” jake says as he watches ivy biting onto her popsicle.

“say please.”

“noona, please!” jake pouts. Ivy turns to the camera and points to it.

“DID YOU CATCH THAT?? JAKE DOES HAVE AEYGO! ENGENEs YOUR WELCOME!!”

#2. “noona, can I have a hug?”

jake loves hugs from ivy. no particular reason. she’s just the perfect height and size for him to hug. ivy does love giving hugs to all of them though. especially when they need extra energy.

she stands in the middle and everyone lines up. she gives each boy a hug. ni-ki hugs longer as he happily enjoys being in her arms.

“yah! it’s my turn.” jake huffs.

“no.” ni-ki says as his voice was a little muffled being in ivy’s arms. ivy pats the younger boy’s back.

“riki, it’s jake time. I’ll come to your room later to cuddle with you more okay? you big baby.” ni-ki grumbles before peeling himself off ivy. he walks away to tackle jungwon instead. clearly not done being clingy.

jake finally smiles, “noona, can I have a hug?”

“yes, you can.” she holds out her arms. jake happily jumps in her arms. his arms finding home around her waist and hers finding their way around his neck.

— love how the staff recorded this whole thing and captioned it “ivy’s hug service. free of charge.”

#3. “please, tell me there isn’t a ghost…NOONA I’M SCARED!”

as ivy is a psychic medium. she can see and feel ghosts. the boys don’t necessarily like whenever ivy mentions there is a ghost so she usually doesn’t say it.

but if something is off, ivy will definitely voice out.

“not to alarm any of you but excuse me while I just do this for a bit.” ivy stands up from her seat and starts moving towards the corner of the room.

“oh lord. she’s at it again.” jay sighs.

“the demon is back.” sunoo adds.

“please tell me there isn’t a ghost…” jake says as he watches ivy getting closer to the corner. the three of them watched her point in the top corner. she scolds whatever that is in that corner and tells them to leave immediately.

“okay, this guy is stubborn.”

“what guy. noona? please tell me…”

“just an 8ft shadow dude in the corner. it looks like those spiders but giant and has 2 legs like us.”

“WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT! NOONA I’M SCARED!” jake says.

#4. “LETS GIVE IT UP FOR KIM FUCKING HAEUN!!”

of course. there had to be engenes recording this part. it’s a concert! they had to perform. with them being in America, the managers were more chill. so jake decided to take advantage of that and give some appreciation for ivy.

everyone was hyped up. ivy had a solo performance at the concert that she prepared so the boys wanted to hype the engenes up.

“ENGENEs! are you ready for ivy’s performance?” they yelled. ENGENEs screaming out loud.

“I can’t hear you? ARE YOU READY FOR IVY?” jay instigates. the ENGENEs screamed even louder. the nod their heads in approval.

“THEN LET’S GIVE IT UP FOR KIM FUCKING HAEUN!!” jake yells. it causes ENGENEs to scream even louder as jake cusses just to introduce ivy.

safe to say, ivy was very hyped during her solo performance.

#5. “oh good lord.” *trips on his own foot*

it was comeback as per usual and ivy’s stylist wanted to try something new. her outfit had different cuts and holes to make it more sexier so ivy looked really good.

sunoo interviews her with the camera and was busy filming fun little contents with her. that’s when jake walks in. his eyes fell upon her outfit.

“oh good lord.” he says as he trips on his own foot while staring at ivy. sunoo laughs, zooming into jake.

“jake hyung, are you okay?” sunoo asks in between laughs.

“y-yeah! just tripped somehow.” he says embarrassingly, clearly he was caught off guard.

#6. “would you date haeun noona? yes.” *with no hesitation*

jake was live during one of the America stops and so he decided to read some comments while listening to some music.

many of them were basically asking where the other members were and just asking him to do aeygo. the typical thing. that is until one question caught jake’s eye

“would you date haeun noona? yes.” with not a single hesitation in his voice. he moves on from there it causes a whole ruckus in the fandom and shippers.

#7. “KIM HAEUN! KIM HAEUN!”

jake was always ivy’s biggest fanboy as shown in the past few videos. in this en-o’clock episode where they played sports, it even more obvious.

“whoever gets ivy noona on their team instantly wins.” jungwon says.

with the teams split with the usual decision of rock paper scissors, heeseung falls to his knees.

“no, this is unfair.”

“HAH! WE GOT IVY NOONA.” sunghoon points and laughs at the other team.

“now, what do you mean unfair.” ivy says as she stares right at the two tallest boys. “if anything, I should feel unfair.”

the games start. it felt like a war zone, each of the boys getting more and more competitive. as it was ivy’s turn, she holds up the bow.

“KIM HAEUN! KIM HAEUN!” jake cheers. the editors placed a quick edited pompom and puppy ears on jake as he cheers ivy on.

[PUPPY JAKE cheering on IVY]

#8. "10 facts you didn't know about vivi noona, she's not yours."

during this live, there were tons of ENGENEs talking about the fact that ivy looked so good in her new hair. this time, she decided to go all natural and dyed her hair dark brown, similar to jay's colour.

"ivy looks so pretty with brown hair." ivy reads out in english. "aww thank you, i bet you guys are prettier." she gives a small heart to the ENGENEs.

"ivy is so perfect, she's so pretty and she's mine." jake reads.

"aww, yes ENGENEs. i'm yours." she blows kisses. jake snorts and rolls his eyes playfully.

"ENGENEs, i have some facts about noona you didn't know. wanna hear it?"

ivy tilts her head, "tmi today?"

jake hums, "here are 10 facts you didn't know about vivi noona, she's not yours." jake smiles.

"now, jaeyun-"

[video bleeps]

#9. "why is everyone calling vivi noona a mother?" "i mean, yeah. you're right. she's the mother. the mother to our kids."

and yet another live from jake but this time, he was solo. he decided to go live after their concert. despite him being tired, he wanted to make ENGENEs feel loved so he turned on the live.

"where is ivy?" he hums. "i think she's sleeping. she was really tired after the concert. she almost slept with her outside clothes on so there's that."

"hmm? tmi? yeah, that's true."

"oh, you guys saw her outfit today at the concert? yeah, the stylist tried something for her."

he reads through more of the comments, "why is everyone calling vivi noona a mother?"

that is until he had a bright idea in his brain. "i mean, yeah. you're right. she's the mother. the mother to our kids."

— MOTHER TO YOUR WHAT? WHAT KIDS SIR??

#10. "sorry, you can’t have noona. she’s mine.”

at an offline fansign during dark blood era, fans were enjoying ivy’s outfit style and the fact that she got a solo part during the second chorus of ‘Bite Me’. which led to tons of ENGENEs talking about how they would like to marry her.

there were tons asking her one by one the same questions. “are you single?” / “haeunie, can I be your girlfriend/boyfriend?”

so since jake was after ivy, the ENGENEs would continue to talk about her to jake.

“jaeyun-ah, can I marry ivy?”

“mmm, no.”

“why?”

"sorry, you can’t have noona. she’s mine.”

— okay, possessive boyfriend let’s go??

#11. “noona makes me feel safe. she knows when i feel anxious and nervous so she pays great attention to the little things.”

to end of the video, I would like to mention the interview where jake praised ivy. this was during one of their earlier days.

— “what is it like to have ivy on the team?”

jake reads the question. he hums, “noona…she’s just amazing.”

“despite, us thinking we would be just any normal boy group during I-LAND, seeing ivy noona and the many other girl contestants doing their best made me realise that we were all fighting for the same dream.”

“so when noona was announced, I wasn’t surprised. she’s amazing, heeseung hyung level of talent. what surprised me was that she cried a lot, she thought that she wouldn’t debut. she had a lot of doubts because they never announced other girls to debut with her so it was just her and us.”

“she started to feel down. worried that the fans wouldn’t like her but eventually, with a lot of encouragement and the positive comments praising her, she gained more confidence and started showing her true colours.” jake laughs.

“for me, noona makes me feel safe. she knows when i feel anxious and nervous so she pays great attention to the little things.”

“in fact, she knows whenever anyone feels down and tries to lighten the mood. she actually hates whenever it’s too serious when it’s not supposed to be. I remember her complaining about how all of us were too tense during practice and that we need to loosen up. true enough, when we loosened up, we did better.”

[video fades to black]

— thank you for watching ❤️

[missameliep]

Wip Wednesday Thursday

Thanks for the tag @loreofyore 😊

Your wip is so intriguing, and even though I haven't read book 2 yet, it made me curious to understand their relationship.

So, I actually have been writing a bit lately and have snippets to share from two Desire & Decorum series I've been updating (Once Upon a Summer and All The Things I'll never tell my mother) and a bit of an Untitled fic I'm drafting for The Wayhaven Chronicles. It's a rough draft inspired by book 1 and the time the vampires stayed at the detective's apartment. Mostly it focus on the detective's (Lorelei O'Dell) personality, the beginning of the friendship with Felix, and her obvious crush on Nate (and how it might have felt to be surrounded by vampires and their super senses).

1. Part 4 of Once Upon a Summer (Desire & Decorum AU / childhood/teens)

The sun was almost setting, and a cool breeze came from the sea, dishevelling their hair. In the shared earplugs played one of her favourite songs, and Hamid’s eyes were fixed at the horizon. Nearby, a couple in their mid-twenties walked hand-in-hand in the beach, and Elizabeth’s gaze followed them. “Do you have a boyfriend at England, Liz?” “What?” she gasped, “I’m eleven! No 11-year-old should be dating!” When he turned his face to the side, the earplug fell. He was muffling his laughter in his shoulder, but not well enough. “Why is it so amusing? Do you have a girlfriend?” “Not at the moment…” “Oh! Does that mean that – You had a girlfriend before?” Grinning, he nodded and returned the earplug. The music didn't match the scene. She never felt so immature in her entire life. Perhaps things were different here. Perhaps she was. Briar has kissed boys. Even Harry has been pestering her to have their friends over to play spin the bottle. Hamid’s question was spoken in a soft voice, that interrupted her inner monologue, “You never liked anyone so much that you wanted this person to be your boyfriend?” She bit the inside of her cheek. She hasn’t. Not until now.

2. Part 4 of All the things I'll never tell my mother (Desire & Decorum AU / collab with @rosesnink)

“I don’t hate children –”   “Phew!” Hayley waved a hand. “Good to know since you were just babysitting my precious daughter.”    The jest was enough to lighten the mood and Elizabeth chuckled.    “So, you never thought of babies?”   “Except for hypothetical names for hypothetical babies from my crushes when I was twelve and played silly games with friends during recess, I don’t think I ever seriously considered the idea… Not really. Not even when grandma spoke about heirs… because Harry was going to be the next Earl, the pressure was on him… I had other priorities… mother, my studies… then working with father...” She paused, looking outside, and her lips were pulled inside her mouth. “I sound so selfish now...”   “You don’t. But what if you did? If there’s one situation it’s perfectly acceptable to be selfish it is this one. It’s your body and life, after all. A baby is not a good you can return to a store, you know. So you must be positive you truly want this and not be sucked in by the romantization of motherhood.”   Sipping the tea, Elizabeth went silent. For a moment. Hayley couldn’t read her face at all, like she went to her own particular world where nobody could reach her.    Elizabeth’s eyes flicked from the windows back to Hayley, and she whispered against the rim of the mug, “How did you know? I mean that you wanted to be a mother?”    “I always knew, since I was a kid... I knew I’d be a mum someday, even if marriage was not in the cards for me. Life was so shitty sometimes… but... the idea of having kids just gave me hope, especially when I was at my lowest.” Hayley’s fingers held the mug tighter, and she averted her gaze for a second before looking back at her friend’s face. “I thought… This love I got... overflowing... I could pass it on. I could protect someone, shower them with my love, make them feel like they matter, like –” she cut herself, Hayley’s hand roughly wiped a tear threatening to escape her eye, but her smile remained. Elizabeth knew exactly which words she swallowed: “like nobody did to me in a long while”.    Elizabeth reached for her hand. “You’re doing a fabulous job, querida.”   

3. Untitled TWC

I invested time and I’m proud of the way my flat turned out, of the perfection of the colors of the soft cushions and how they coordinate with the quilt. Once, during boring winter nights, I took on knitting and tried to replicate it myself. In a small drawer by the window seat, lies the half-finished quilt... But that was before. Before becoming a detective. Before becoming a target.

A different life, it seems...

It’s dark now. All this time at the facility, I missed how beautifully the sun rays bath my living room in the mornings when I drink my coffee, and to be surround by these little treasures.

Treasures I hoarded and rarely share. It’s not often I allow anyone inside. Anytime I allowed someone close enough, something got shattered. Rarely the pieces I had to mend were from one of the mismatched porcelains I bought at thrift stores.

But that changes now.

My fingers curl around the key. It’s cold against my skin. I stab it into the keyhole and take a deep breath before turning it.

Still scrambling to achieve the bare minimum knowledge of myself and this amazingly strange new world I found myself thrown into, I opened the door to my home to four vampires.

Thanks again for the tag @loreofyore

That’s a sentence I never expected to cross my mind.

I silently watch them walking inside, taking everything in. Some more excited than others. None of them truly aware what it means to have them here.

Tagging a few of my mutuals and fave writers: @lorirwritesfanfic @rosesnink @princess-geek @lilyoffandoms @storyofmychoices @nifaraswife @peonierose

[halestrom]

🎶 roadtrip 🤝 coast guard Jake (!!!)

🎶 Share a song you associate with this fic

Roadtrip: so the title of this song comes from heartbeat highway by cannons who are an indie synthwave/dream pop band and the whole vibe of the song and this genre in particular make me want to drive up the california coast on a sunny day with the top down and listening to music.

HOWEVER, all of that being said, eve 6 - inside out, despite being a song about breaking up, the chorus actually gives me a lot of feelings about this story in particular especially with both of them tender hearted, finding nothing but faith in nothing, swallowing their pride, swallowing the doubt. i know the song is more about a break up but it 1000% also makes me think about like, the two of them needing to back down from who they were to each other and figuring out who they now are to each other

I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside I would swallow my doubt, turn it inside out Find nothin' but faith in nothin' Wanna put my tender heart in a blender Watch it spin 'round to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous, then I'm through with you

🤝 Share a snippet that describes a physical sensation

Coast Guard Jake: (pls be aware the entirely of my knowledge about the coast guard comes from a few clips from movies and a general idea of what they do so im gonna roll with it) (also pretty sure the navy has their own s&R but WHATEVER)

There was always a moment right before Big Sam hit him on the back, giving him the all clear to make the jump out of the helicopter that his heart froze in his chest, anticipating the shock of cooler water, the adrenaline already pumping as he stared down at the body surrounded by the bright dye they used to mark the spot of the downed pilot.  He had done this more times than he could count, and each time, despite the dire situation as he waited for Rio to drop the helicopter as low as they dared considering the requirement for c-spine precautions, Jake couldn’t help but smile, feeling the hand come down on his shoulder and he threw the thumbs up in response before he jumped.

[seramilla]

Now we need snippets of Sera and Carmilla as grandmothers!!!

When Caz, Rhys, and Oberon are born, Carmilla and Sera are the typical over-protective grandmothers. Particularly Sera, who has never even seen a baby before, but will still carry all three of them around at the same time, swaddling them close to her chest.

Carmilla's been through this song and dance before, but never with boys. Both of them are out of their element when they become toddlers and start rough-housing on a daily basis. Caz in particular can be kind of a bully, taking a little too much after Velvette when he's really young, but he mellows out as they get older. Ronnie and Rhys are inseparable and always want to be together, so Sera will feed and hold those two at the same time, while Carmilla feeds and interacts with Caz, who is more independent. As far as temperament goes, they are pretty typical babies. A lot like Clara was. Nothing too extreme.

When Aurora is born, Carmilla is more in her element. She can handle girls...or so she thinks. Rory is very different from how Odette was as a baby. Rory is a bit of a firecracker and a lot more fussy than the boys ever were, but her grandmothers are patient and soothe her through her tantrums. Sera can't get over the fact how tiny she is, and just like with the boys, wants to hold her constantly. As a toddler, Rory gets into everything -- tearing pages out of books, pouring bottles down the sink, coloring on the walls, etc. Carmilla can't believe this child came out of Odette -- her perfect angel baby who never did anything wrong in her life. Carmilla blames Verosika's genes. Rory mellows out the most as she gets older -- but those first few years are rough.

Lysander is finally the break that they all need -- he reminds Carmilla exactly how Odette used to be as a baby, so it's like some weird cosmic joke that he came out of Verosika. He meets all of his milestones very early and is smart as a whip. He is absolutely obsessed with his grandmothers, especially Sera, and sometimes they are the only ones who can calm him down when he's upset. He doesn't get upset or cry very often, though, even as a newborn -- he's the most chill baby Hell has ever seen. But he constantly wants to be held, and Sera will never tell him no. She's almost perpetually holding him and carrying him around on her hip. Carmilla worries he's being spoiled, but Sera insists he just loves them very much.

(Should I do one for the Charlie's Angel's fankid I came up with? I haven't fleshed her out enough, or figured out if I'm adding more, but I could try, LOL).

[here-there-be-drag0ns]

A snippet of storyboard from a jrwi animatic set to You Gotta Die Sometime, because undead chip is soooooo interesting to me especially with the potential memory loss thing

I am not likely to ever finish this particular animatic, but this scene from it would not leave my head until i drew it, so here Take This. Enjoy it. it might be all you get for this particular song.

[starlightbelle]

8, 17, & 30 for the fic writer ask!!

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you'd write one for...

Of the ones I've shared, probably Here's to Not Being in Love. Zoro/Nami's dynamic is so fun to write; I left it open-ended for a reason, because I imagine I'll probably write more for them at some point. I don't have a sequel in the works yet, but if a compelling enough plot bunny should surface in my brain, I'm sure it'll insist upon being written. 😆

Ahhh I nearly forgot!! I intend to write a continuation of A Crisis of Confidence! Isuka doesn't get much appreciation among One Piece fans but I like her and I want to explore her relationships with other members of the Revolutionary Army. I've already penned her interacting with Dragon, so I think next on the docket would be something opposite Sabo. Both pre- and post-Marineford. I expect the latter will be very angsty, and I can't wait to explore it.

17. talk about your writing and editing process

✨The stars align. An idea strikes, either seemingly out of the blue, while discussing characters with my friends, or after hearing a line in a movie/song that hits just right.

Generally I jot down as much as I possibly can (if I'm at work or something I'll loop the idea/scene/dialogue in my head until I have a free moment to type down as much as I remember), key points or words to jog my memory later. I do often have a line or two that I know exactly how I want written. There are no shortcuts or abbreviations of those, I have to write the line out entirely.

After that, once I have a block of time I can more fully devote to writing I fill in the blanks. Whatever flows, whatever works. I am kinda an edit-as-I-go type of writer, though normally at this stage just finding a synonym for a word that works better or fixing the phrasing of a sentence.

If a particular scene is giving me trouble, the draft will remain a cocktail of disconnected snippets (sometimes in the wrong order) until I have a breakthrough with the gaps.

Once the story is penned, I read through it. Usually this stems from a desire to have the manuscript look tidy and neat and complete in my notes app. Along the way I'll make little changes, fix any errors I find, rearrange paragraphs if needed, etc.

After that, I reread it an absurd amount of times. This is motivated by pure enjoyment. I am my target audience so I like reading what I write. 😊 It just so happens that that's how editing works, too. Win-win.

If I'm sending it to a friend, or preparing to share it, I'll give it another pass or two (or three). Normally I don't have much to correct at this point.

I also will reread it again after I've shared a piece to make sure the formatting works, everything flows, etc.

Yep. That about sums it up. 😅 It isn't really a conscious checklist I go thru, just kinda how it ends up working out.

30. share a fic you're especially proud of

I'm proud of all my works! 😁 But one I haven't seen get much love is my seventh Corazon Week piece. Although I believe one of those three kudos is yours already lol.

It doesn't have any relationship tags, which I suspect might be the reason it's not showing up on Cora fans' radar, because the pov character is left intentionally ambiguous. It was an artistic decision I knew might keep it out of search results, and I debated using multiple relationship tags instead to cover all bases but I worried that might come across as baiting so I left it without. I may change it though if I get feedback on that.

Thanks so much for asking! I know my answers tend to get a little rambly, so thanks for your interest! This one was a bit like a behind-the-scenes feature on a DVD! (Prompt list)

[jacelandon]

Performed at HoT Fest 5/18/2024 Also this doubles as Day 1 for May DWC 2024 Mysterious - Appearance

The half-elven man steps onto the stage with violin in hand, flashing a handsome smile towards the audience. While he may be new to this particular stage, it is obvious he’s already more than familiar with being in front of a crowd as a hand flourishes off to the side when he bows. He’s dressed simply for the occasion: Worn boots, distressed pants, a white shirt whose v-neck sits low enough to display the Darkmoon Faire crest tattooed on his chest, and a variety of mismatched necklaces, bracelets, and rings. 

With a wave of his hand, fingers briefly glow a dark indigo as a grand piano materializes out of thin air behind him. Sitting at the piano is, strangely enough, himself, or a copy of himself at the very least. The twin Jaces smile and nod at each other before the real Jace fits the violin to his chin in preparation. For those more musically inclined with a strong penchant towards string instruments, they may recognize this particular violin to have been made by the famous Kaldorei luthier, Del’gesu: A rare and incredibly valuable piece of history and it’s easy to hear why once he begins playing.

The pianist begins keying a soft, somewhat haunting melody as Jace raises his bow, poised and at the ready. There’s an inaudible inhale before the rosined horsehair glides across the strings, producing a beautifully rich vibrato; the sound nearly visible as it winds around the player and carries out among those gathered in a breath of wind.

The music swells and subsides at his tender beckon, displaying the mastery he maintains within the difficult technique traversed with ease. The violin seems to nearly cry out in melancholic yearning with every sustained note and gentle crescendo. The piece is meant to provoke emotion of some variety, and given the creased brow and tightly shut eyes of the performer, it’s simple to recognize an artist truly in touch with his craft.

Upon reaching a lower range of still meticulously bowed notes, eyes flick open to reveal that which were once a faintly glowing deep blue are now intense, swirling tempests of blues, purples, and streaks of crackling silver, reminiscent of a lightning storm at sea.

A congenial expression settles across his sharp features as that churning gaze seeks out individual contact within the audience, while the beguiling melody aids in this enchantment. The flow of expertly fingered notes delicately drifts throughout the atmosphere; an earworm that wriggles its way into the deep recesses of the mind for those more open and willing, and especially those most prone to empathetic urges.

Jace‘s own movements ebb and flow with the raw passion of the violin’s lament, almost as if it is his very own soul crying out for something not quite within reach. His fingers move with purpose and precision along the maple fingerboard as the double stops and glissandos permeate the performance space, and never once does he break a sweat despite the punishing accuracy required. His instrument exquisitely sings out the high notes without restraint, ensorcelling those most affected by the radiance of the song and the persuasive nature of his turbulent gaze.

The hypnotic combination of the ethereal sound and his tempestuous stare may begin to sway those most susceptible into some sort of waking trance. Ever present, yet feeling, remembering, daydreaming in snippets of memories this particular song may invoke within themselves. A sense of longing for something or someone lost, or perhaps something they never possessed in the first place.

For those only with the keenest of gazes, Jace’s shadow begins to stretch and widen, and there are instances where it almost appears as if this elongated shadow falls out of sync with his physical form for the briefest of moments. A gust of wind begins to whip around the violinist, stirring any fallen leaves, grass clippings, and loose dirt into a small flurry as his bow firmly kisses the strings in a series of impressive runs leading towards climactic grandeur.

The peak of the performance crests with soaring waves of pristine notes and resounding vibrato that reverberates throughout the entire area, sending chills down the spines of those most afflicted. It may even elicit a strong, physical reaction in some as sorrowful or wistful personal recollections of times past almost seem to appear before their very eyes. A subconscious suggestion brought about by mere illusions of their own psyche, a trick of the mind, erased from existence should these fabricated reflections be touched.

A glint of setting sunlight catches the evil eye charm resting in the hollow of Jace’s throat as he gently arches backwards to emphasize the masterfully executed glissando into an even higher octave, still maintaining the heightened fervor. The strikes of lightning within that captivating gaze become more mesmerizing and nigh impossible to look away from, which in turn only enhances the peculiar influence he and his instrument seem to possess. 

The cry of strings deepens but never once loses its determination. It’s at this point that his shadow seems to have elongated beyond the realm of possibility, nearly engulfing the entirety of the audience. There’s a chill present not previously felt as even Jace seems to find himself consumed by the inexplicable darkness. Yet, those rippling pools of undulating sea and storm seem to glow brilliantly as they continue to watch those gathered. There’s a strange comfort offered in that unblinking stare as he gradually decrescendos into a more somber and languid melody.

There’s still an alluring caress of a whisper contained within the tone; more seductive yet somehow heart wrenching at the same time. A juxtaposition of emotions overwhelms: A sense of dread with the pure wonder of what will occur next. The other Jace on the piano now appears to be nothing but a shadowy apparition, continuing to brush the keys in perfect rhythm. Wispy tendrils of darkness expand and waver against all they touch, appearing like branches from a massive tree that isn’t where the shadow suggests. Yet, it’s all just an illusion, isn’t it? 

He gracefully trills the instrument with ease, the beauty of the dulcet sounds weaving through the crowd on a crisp breeze. The squalls captured within his gaze seem to now settle back into tranquility as the looming shadow diminishes in size. The emotions relent and relinquish their grip upon those affected, but very much so leaving a mark in their wake whether it be fatigued hearts or pensive moods.

Jace closes his eyes for the first time since the beginning of the piece, the familiar crease settling once more upon his brow. At this point the shadow has completely vanished and the setting sun brilliantly illuminates the man, granting him an almost divine glow. The concluding notes ascend upwards in a smooth legato, culminating in the most exquisite high note as he seems to finally exhale for the first time tonight - an oddly icy breath. The violin lowers, the spell broken, and he takes his final bow.

@daily-writing-challenge

[princekirijo]

12, 14 and 16?

Thank you teddy :D (already answered 16 so I'll just do the first two)

12. Do you have a playlist for the character? What songs do you associate with them and why?

Oh yeah I have a pretty big Riku playlist (I have at least 3 for him lol) I love listening to a song and going "yeah Riku would fit this" or "Riku would absolutely listen to this".

I won't link the full list but I can give you the top 5 songs I associate with him in no particular order:

Ship in a Bottle by fin

Abandon Ship by fin

The Pretender by Lewis Capaldi

All the Stars by Kendrick Lamar, SZA

Judas by Lady Gaga (this one is not because it fits Riku but is actually because its his favourite song!)

14. Do you have any quotes tied to the character, either from the story itself or from another source that fits them?

I don't think I have any quotes from Riku himself unfortunately because I don't have any final draft of a story/snippet I've written about him. I wish I had a poem or something that I could associate with him but alas...

Any of the lyrics from the aforementioned songs would definitely fit here though. Especially the top 3.

[keeheauxtales]

and the excitement grows...

DUH!

my thoughts on each song based on the album sampler that dropped:

1. DUH!

The musician/music nerd in me has been waiting on a title track in G, and we're finally getting it! I WILL be blasting this on repeat with the windows down and the volume up cruising down the street in my 2011 🚙! Confidence booster, swag edition 😆 Not to mention, the way they added a siren-like sound (+ a siren in the beginning of this whole video) in this with the 5th anniversary of their debut track « SIREN » approaching in less than 6 months is *chef's kiss*! 🥺

To preview this with Jongseob's rap was GOLD! 🎖️ It seems like his approach was the same as « Do It Like This » « BFF » « Better Together » « Everybody Clap » where he just gotta get that extra bar in... Love that shit for my lil man!

If that part that they cut the snippet off at was the pre-chorus, it's giving « 2Nite » vibes (one of my top fave Piwon songs up to this point), and baby, do the boys know how to eat up a pre-chorus or what? 🤤

Random thought I had while watching the sampler at this point: "The tables been turnin' so much, I was thinkin' it's foosball~" — Kendrick Lamar, « 30 For 30 » by SZA

Also, Seobbie's fit was everything I had no idea I needed! The sheer skirt over cheetah print pants?! Rocking a pearl necklace?? This guy is never beating the genderfluid vibe allegations, I fear. 🤩

2. PRETTY BOY

One thing for sure about a P1H track with Keeho's name listed in the composition: It's gonna be a VIBE! And it seems like the vibes have been upgraded for this particular track! 🥹 Confidence booster, chill edition 😎 I read somewhere that part of Intak's name meant "make your name widely know[n]", so in this preview, him being the first one (I'm assuming) to go "say my name" is 💯! Also... Theo!!! Him being the main character in this snippet just. makes. sense! 🤩 That "you just want to fantasize me" line is gonna haunt me in the best way, I can already feel it.

Not to be biased, but I see this being high on my tracklist ranking, if I were to end up doing one. The bag being secured by the honestly sexy Afrobeat, the self-assurance in these lyrics... I feel like the boys might either « Tinnitus » « The Killa » (TXT) it, and keep it on one level, or they could elevate it as the song progresses. Regardless, my ass will be shaking the entire time, every time it comes on. 🙂‍↕️

3. MURMUR

Before I even get into the song... HAKU SHOTA, I GOT QUESTIONS! Where'd the 🔫 come from? The multiple shots at That camera angle?? Why must you serve THIS hard?!?! Son, you're grounded.

Anyways, chile 😂 Musician/music nerd popping up again because... It took y'all almost 5 years to drop a song in F#? That's actually crazy to me! Especially since it sounds so good even from this snippet? Wow... the more I'm listening to it, the more I find things to love about it. Every last English lyric is reheating the nachos of « It's Alright », the call-and-response I'm hearing from Theo and Keeho specifically 🫠 Every bit of this is eating DOWN, and I can't wait to feast.

4. FLASHY

Keeho's fine ass in that all-white fit and specs being the main character in this snippet just. makes. sense with a song of this title. IDK. This song is just classic P1H on another level. The guitars, the "woah~"s... I'mma love it. Also, I feel the potential for a trendy moment with this song if we could make it happen... 🤔

I wanna party with these boys just one good time. I bet the director just told them to wild out for 2 minutes, and called "Action!"

5. OVER AND OVER

I promise y'all, this was my ACTUAL reaction to that {anti?} beat drop! 🤩😍

Also, I thought I was personally interrupting JiTak at first, but nah... They were just serving! I loved that subtle nod to how they used to dance their way through all those P-Sides over the years.

6. WORK

I'm not sure why, but I was shook to discover that this was the song that was in the "Hero" video, but it makes sense! This is what I call "cunt-lery" at its finest! 🍽️ Seobbie-son might've done his big one with this track! I'm so proud! 🥹

Yeah, we been knew that Piwon was not going to disappoint... DUH! Here's to another incredible era on the horizon! 🩷

[suavissimapenna]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @andromeda4004 Thanks, friend!

How many works do you have on ao3?

Five at this point!

What's your total ao3 word count?

24,657 (though I'm currently writing a WIP that will probably double this for the Fairy Tale GO Bang).

What fandoms do you write for?

Good Omens, though technically I cross listed one of my fics to the Queen fandom.

Top five fics by kudos:

I feel like I'm cheating since this is all of them so far, lol.

Say the Word (T, 5k words) The aforementioned Queen fic where Aziraphale helps Brian May with his astrophysics research and Crowley makes a deal with Freddie Mercury.

Like an Angel (T, 1600 words) The classic "heard a Hozier song and wrote this in an hour" fic. A fluffy snippet Aziraphale and Crowley in the Garden ft. tender wing grooming.

Break Up, Break Through (T, 2k words) Post S2 reaction fic. The Bentley has enough of Crowley's moping, which it communicates in song and by kidnapping him back to Soho. Maggie and Nina have to deal with a maudlin demon.

Here I Am (G, 6k words) My first multi chapter fic AND my first AU. This is the first installment in a Church AU series with Priest!Crowley and Aziraphale as the music and liturgy director of the parish. Crowley arrives at the Church of All Angels, Tadfield as the new interim priest. Chaos ensues.

The Fellowship of Christian Minds (T, 10k words) The second installment in the Church AU. Crowley and Aziraphale learn how to work together amid church drama, parishioner gossip, and their own foibles.

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I love getting responses from authors, so I do my best to respond.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Break Up, Break Through is the closest to angsty I've got, though I tried to give it a hopeful vibe. I don't like to leave things on an angsty note, ha!

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Say the Word has the happiest, fluffiest ending, with a reference to "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" as "their song."

Do you get hate on fics?

No, not so far! I hope it stays that way tbh.

Do you write smut?

I've been too scared to so far, though I can see myself working up to it in the future.

Craziest crossover:

Does the Queen fic count as a crossover? If so, that's all I've got in that arena. I suppose you could characterize the Church AU as influenced by The Vicar of Dibley in terms of vibes, though it's not an official crossover.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, though I would love it if someone wanted to!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, it's just been me so far. I think it would be fun to do at some point!

All time favorite ship?

The Ineffables are apparently my ride or die forever. I can't let them go!

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't have any languishing WIPs because I don't really let myself start things I don't plan to finish, at least so far. I've only been writing fic for about a year now, though, so there's always a possibility.

What are your writing strengths?

I'm really pleased with my references and throwbacks to canon, generally, especially in AUs. I like to think I'm good at dialogue and getting character voices right, though that's so subjective. I know I can hear them saying it in my head when I'm writing, and I hope that translates!

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm still figuring out how plot works, and making the transition from more argumentative writing to fiction has been a fun challenge! My beta reader has helped me edit out "thesis statements" from my fics, lol.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I'm here for it! I'm not verbally fluent in another language, but I have reading knowledge of several dead ones (see my Latin usernames). I love a bit of multilingualism, though I worry that Latin in particular will either come off as pretentious or like I'm summoning a demon on accident.

First fandom you wrote in?

I wrote some for Tamora Pierce's Immortals series back in the FF.net days. I'm such a sucker for a heroine who can both talk to animals and shapeshift into them.

Favorite fic you've written?

Why do I have to choose??? Say the Word will always have a place in my heart as the one that got me into writing for fun again, and for how well my research on it helped it come together! I'm also really enjoying writing the Church AU because it's such a self-indulgent one for me. I do love all the priest smut in the fandom (and there is A LOT of excellent priest smut), but as I was reading it I wanted more of a look into the day-to-day hilarity of church life, so I decided to be the change I wanted to see in the world.

No pressure tagging: @noodlefrog-omens @sodiumazideandothertoxins @mirjam-writes and anyone else who wants to answer!

[orange-peony]

Thanks for tagging me today @hushed-chorus, @letraspal and @j-nipper-95. I loved all of your WIPs!

I've finished chapter 2 of my speed dating AU and moved on to chapter 3 (at this point, I have no idea how long this thing will be, go figure).

Here's a snippet (Baz's pov):

I take a step closer, then another, until there are only a few inches separating us and I can lean across the counter and brush our noses together. God, he smells fantastic, like freshly baked cinnamon rolls and toasted coffee.

“Are you going to think I’m mad if I say that I missed you?” I whisper, hoping no one is going to come in while I make a fool of myself.

He groans, grabbing me by the front of my crisply ironed shirt and pulling me against him. I knock over the pot containing the tips, the coins rolling around the surface of the wood and then falling to the floor with a tinkling sound. His lips press to mine, warm and open and demanding, and I close my eyes as I moan against him, his tongue slipping inside my mouth to lick my sanity away. I open my mouth more, eager for him to kiss me breathless, and then he does something with his chin that makes me shudder in pleasure, sparks in my veins as he kisses me until I’m an incoherent mess.

“Fuck,” he mutters, claiming my lips once more before he finally lets go of me. He stands there panting, his eyes so blue and lips so pink and wet. “You look like a fucking wet dream.”

I've also tentatively started a drarry fic inspired by the amazing song Abstract (Psychopomp) by Hozier:

Harry hates driving at night. The flashing lights and the darkness all around him, especially in this particular stretch of the road by the woods. It makes him feel even more lonely, all this blackness surrounding everything. The ironic thing is that he decided to take a drive to relax, his jittery nervousness creeping under his skin and making his legs bounce and his fingers itch to touch something, anything. But the steering wheel feels solid, the soft rumble of the engine soothing to his ears. He’s glad there’s a car in front of him, until the wheels suddenly screech and the car halts to a stop.

Guess who's in the car in front?

Tagging (and apologies if you have already done it and I missed it) @avenueofesc , @bubble-gumhead , @pato-roldnart , @martsonmars , @artsyunderstudy , @imagineacoolusername , @cutestkilla , @blackberrysummerblog @captain-aralias , @crazybutgood , @thewholelemon, @ebbpettier , @tea-brigade , @fatalfangirl , @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @facewithoutheart, @larkral and anyone who wants to share.

[lyranova]

Hi, it’s clover anon. For the ask game can you answer 3, 6, 9, 16, 32, 43, 47, 50. If it is too much just answer 3.

Hiya Clover anon! This isn’t too much, no worries 🥰!!

3 Have you ever written a soulmate AU? If you haven't, why would/wouldn't you write one?

Nope, I’ve never written a Soulmate AU 😅! And tbh…I haven’t really wanted/actually thought about writing one because I know so many other writers and mutuals who’ve written them and in so many different ways…I think that’s the only way I would ever write one, was if I could come up with a different or unique way to write it 🤔. But right now…I’ve got nothing and no real inspiration to write a Soulmate AU 😅. But maybe someday!

6 Have you ever started to write a relationship and had it develop differently than you expected? How so?

Hmm…romantic relationships? Not really. Platonic ones? A bit 😆! I think, all the platonic friendships my friends OC’s and my OC’s have together developed a bit differently then I (or we) imagined; I mean, we all knew they would be friends, but I didn’t think they would all be so close, and I love it so much 🥹💕! I couldn’t imagine any of them and their relationships any other way!!

9 When you write, do you plan out the stages of a relationship, or just let it flow? Do you have any works where the characters seem to "write themselves"?

Hm, depends! Most times I have the relationship stages planned, but there are times and moments where I let the relationship flow and take its own course! I have a few works where the characters write themselves, and right now it’s my AU’s 😆!

16 Are there any relationship dynamics/tropes you enjoy reading about, but wouldn't want to write yourself? Vice versa?

Hmm…I think enemies to lovers is one of the few tropes I write about but don’t read 🤔. It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just I haven’t found many that appeal to me 😅. As far as ones I enjoy reading about but wouldn’t write, hmm…I guess Isekai fics/stories? I’ve read quite a few, but have never really written one myself (nor have I really wanted to)

32 Do you find it more fun to write soft, domestic romances, or dramatic thrillers?

Honestly? Depends on the day and what mood I’m in. I love writing soft, domestic romances, but sometimes I love a dramatic thriller! Right now, most of my AU’s are a combination of both because I really like them (especially the Butler AU 😉)!

43 How do you feel about unhappy endings? Unrequited love? Major character death?

Oof…i love to hate and hate to love all of these 😆! I have done all three at one point or another (Unrequited love with my OC Phoebe and @thoughtfullyrainynightmare ‘s OC Leon, Unhappy ending/Major Character Death with Dandelion Wishes and Children of the Future). So I enjoy them, but not all the time XD!

47 What's the most self-indulgent relationship you've written? Are there any particular moments/scenes that you wrote just for you?

*points to YuNeva and Zerilliam* Those are the most self indulgent relationships I’ve written 😆! I know a lot of people don’t like them, and that’s okay, and frankly I don’t care because I do and sometimes…I want to be a little selfish and write something for me that I hope others also enjoy!

Honestly if you read any fic/story involving them you’ll find many moments and scenes that I wrote just for me 😆!

50 Free space! Brag on yourself! Advertise your writing! What are you most proud of recently?

Umm…again, I haven’t really been writing very much the last few days/weeks…but I guess I’ll share another snippet from my Butler AU 😅.

He remembered the time the song began to play, and she began to gently move and sway in front of him as they walked to the Black Bird Café together. He remembered how she reminded him of a branch that gently swayed in the wind, how the gentle breeze rushed over her and gently tousled her loose braid, and the gentle smell of lilacs and vanilla from her perfume filled his senses.

The smell of lilacs that has once nauseated him, now made him smile and caused his heart to flutter.

[devildomditzy]

-` 𝐖𝐈𝐏 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 ´-

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have wips.

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Alright, I was tagged in this quite a bit, so I’ll leak the backlog. Thank you to @avatarofstars, @aestrayla, @yourboyhack, and anybody else I might have missed who tagged me.

I’m going to do something a little different, some of mine don’t have titles so Imma post snippets and you tell me which one you’d wanna see.

Leggo! From most recent to not -

1.

“ASMO!”

The sound of a compact can be heard dropping to the floor as the fifth born was startled by the unannounced entrance of 1/3 of team party.

Now, Asmo considers himself a patient demon (he isn’t), but he is not certain he ever has tue patient to put up certain shenanigans of his older brothers, especially one particular older brother. Not unless, of course, those shenanigans had something to do with you.

2.

Fall Out Boy songs I associate with Mammon

3.

Ah, that’s right. Diavolo’s birthday party - and his weird fascination for human realm stuff.

Of course, when asked for ‘fun human activities to do at parties’, you would have told the crowned demon prince about piñatas, or a bouncy castle, hell you’d even throw in pin the tail on the donkey.

But not this.

Of course, in true Asmo fashion, Asmo had to interject into your conversation with the ‘best’ (worst) idea ever -

Seven minutes in heaven

4.

“I can’t believe ya”

“I said I was sorry!”, you plead, running after your boyfriend as he angrily stomps away from you, not even feigning a glimpse at you.

“I don’t wanna hear yer excuses!”, Mammon exclaims, hurt written clear across his face. “Outta all people, I trusted ya! And look where that got me!”

“Mammon, please listen!”

“No! How could ya!”

“How could ya spill yer drink all over the floor of my demonio!”

5.

You could recount it like it was yesterday. The feeling of all your surroundings beginning to swirl and mix around you; the way your stomach dropped, your vision going dark for a moment and then reappearing with images and sights you have never seen before; the pain of hitting the cold, hard ground beneath you.

The way you tried to regain you balance as you stood in front of a room of strangers, the creeping sensation of all their eyes glued to you; the way you almost screamed, voice almost ripping through your throat, almost; then the way you stopped dead in your tracks because you looked up…

And you’d swear to God you saw your whole future in the man standing across the room from you

6.

Brother's reactions to MC with a bigger chest

[altschmerzes]

you've mentioned having other POVs coming up for wriggle up on dry land- would love to see any dani or sam pov snippets, if you've got em :eyes:

YES, i have some of a scene with sam i was working on earlier that i really love. i'll put most of it under a cut bc it's pretty long but i had a great time writing this and wanted to include like. the whole Section it was from.

Sam never used to be a morning person. It was always difficult to get himself out of bed, especially when he was small. His father had made up a song about it that he would sing when rousing Sam for the day. Ola would walk into his son’s room already singing it, quiet at first and then louder and louder the longer Sam insisted on burying his face in his pillow and refusing to acknowledge being awake. He’d always gotten up at the end, usually with a groaned insistence that his father stop embarrassing him because he’s up, he’s up, and there had been less complaining involved the older he got. It was easier to go along with once Sam understood the necessity of making use of what time the day afforded to him, especially with football and school and other things leaving him increasingly feeling like every moment of the day must be preciously guarded and budgeted appropriately.

Lately, though, his perspective on the earliest hours of the day has shifted significantly. Now, mornings are the one part of the day that belong only to Sam. He doesn’t struggle to greet them now, no matter how startling it is for his alarm to go off and how heavy his body feels as he lays in bed in the moments before rising. The resentment he had once felt with the relentlessness of the arrival of the new day and the necessity of getting up to participate in it is replaced with gratitude. When he first wakes, there are a few moments of listening to his alarm go off where Sam can almost hear the sound of Ola’s voice, singing the song he’d made up so many years ago. Mornings make him miss home, and his father in particular, with a fierceness that makes his chest ache, but he appreciates them for that. The homesickness hurts, the longing for the life he had loved so much and left behind to be here throbbing like his lungs are bruised, but the pain is a reminder of what is important to him and why. Not a day goes by that Sam doesn’t think of the things that are the most important to him, and he wouldn’t want to forget even if he could. The schedule of a Premier League footballer also makes praying on time complicated and difficult at points. This is especially the case when travelling for away matches against clubs whose facilities do not have a dedicated prayer room. Mornings though, the earliest parts of the morning before the sunrise, are Sam’s no matter what, and he holds them precious, going through the well-worn steps of Fajr alone in his house or a hotel room, always on time. He has developed an ever-growing fondness for the cold blue of the watery light that seeps across the horizon just before the sun rises, and for the way his mother always sends him a text when she had finished with her own prayers, every day without fail. There is no time difference between Lagos and London half of the year, and only one hour between them the other half. Although the exact time of the sun’s rising isn’t the same, it’s been a comfort to Sam never the less to think of his family and friends at home going about their lives in tandem with his, despite the difference separating them. When he kneels and presses his forehead to the fabric of the prayer mat the imam of his childhood mosque had presented him before he left, a gift from the community and a token of their pride in him, he imagines his mother and father alongside him doing the same. For those moments, it’s possible to believe that he never left.

[simplegenius042]

WIP Wednesday/Last Line/Music Stuff

Hey Guys! So... life y'know?

Tagged by @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook and @inafieldofdaisies

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @adelaidedrubman @voidika @chazz-anova @gaeadene @derelictheretic @shallow-gravy @alwayssunnyinedensgate @megraen @snake-in-the-garden @poisonedtruth @purplehairsecretlair @cassietrn @direwombat and @strangefable + anyone else who would like to join in.

I've got a song for FC5 OC Silva, a last line for a Love Death + Robots fic and a WIP snippet of a Jurassic World fic if anyone is interested. Enjoy!

Here's a song for my FC5 OC Deputy Silva Omar from my @the-silver-chronicles blog. Interpret Silva and the songs connection however you wish.

Here's the song below:

Dream - Bishop Briggs

"Crying eyes, broken bells Back in course, no one tells Down we go, wish me well I don't know where we fell

Oh, I had a dream That you couldn't hear me screaming Trying to tell you everything But it wouldn't stop you leaving

I wanna wake up where your love is 'Cause your love is always waking mine I wanna break down where your heart gets So torn, it's almost breaking mine I wanna lay here, lost and bitter So long, I feel like I could die I wanna tell you what my truth is But it's buried down inside

Shining light, show and tell Don't be scared, truth is hell Down we go, wish me well No one knows, where we fell."

Next is a WIP snippet of chapter one of my Jurassic World: Before The Storm from the perspective of one of my OCs from @the-untitledverse-blog.

Snippet of the Jurassic World WIP below:

Isla Nublar, the Clouded Island.

No doubt no one would even recognise him, he wasn’t as sloppy as he was in his younger years. He now hid in the shadows, preying away at what he wanted, when he saw fit to it, and not leaving a mess in the process.

And made sure, with sufficient bribing, that his employees erased his mistakes, never speaking a word of those failures ever again.

Shame he wasn’t there to oversee the process, but he supposed now, once he was at that hunk of wasted scientific potential, he would make sure nothing was left.

And lucky for him, he had two associates inside the staff, ensuring any traces of his presence would never be recorded.

How lucky he was to bump into that man and woman; he thanked his natural ability to talk to people. Especially when using the idea of love against the latter.

His face contorted into a grimace at that word.

Naïve souls, blindly and foolishly following such a lie.

He scoffed, and mockingly chuckled at the meaningless concept. He looked to the other passengers, the families, the couples, the friends. Such fools, carrying such a weakness around.

I’m glad to be rid of those chains.

His amber orbs scanned around the passengers, searching for anyone out of the ordinary, someone that may be following him.

He didn’t find anyone worrisome, though his eyes did land on particular two passengers.

A young woman with an even younger child- a boy from what he could see. Both were seated next to each other, his observation gone unnoticed by the two.

The young woman had her arms crossed and firm, while the young boy looked to be enclosed to himself, nervously fidgeting with his hands.

He raised a brow when the young woman hissed quietly at the young boy, the latter stopping his fidgety actions.

He felt that familiar urge tug at his mind, the one that recommended he pay close attention.

He focused on observing the two more closely.

Both obviously knew each other. Was she the babysitter? Highly unlikely. Family members? That sounded more…plausible. Though they hardly shared any similarities. Foster siblings, perhaps?

Regardless of what their relationship was, the two had intrigued his interest.

And lastly the last line belonging to the Love Death + Robots WIP called Sonya's Push from my @life-despair-and-monsters-blog.

Here's the snippet line below:

Jennifer had accepted the unforgiving world she lived in was cruel, the work she did not worth shedding a damn tear over, and anything else other than a life of leisure and luxury was obsolete. Beggars can’t be choosers, emerged the thought.