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Thanks for the tag! This is an excerpt from the start of a chapter in Exiled Sanctum in the veiwpoint of Faine, one of the main character’s, that I wrote last:

Why did I bother scavenging for that damn keycode on my own?

One wrong move and the entire Qredo Restriction Regiment are on my heels. Their Stiffler's flare dense shocks among the overcrowded streets. Strong enough to paralyze me in a single bolt. Sunlight trickles through skyscrapers, mismatching advertisements lining every crevice that mimic a sprawl of realistic movements into the air above. For a split second, the electric lines and murmurs from the year-old government action hum a silent melody. The hard drive quivers with minuscule, white sparks in the nest of my front pocket. 

Good, at least I had enough time for my mechanical magic to sink into its interior wiring. 

I swerve my way across neon-plated passageways, my throat hitching as I narrowly avoid tripping on air from the adrenaline rush.

“Come back 'ere you grimy Exile! You can’t run forever!” I shiver, creating more distance. I recognize that voice anywhere, a rough snarl of muddied sewage. Commander Slyff. In charge of keeping all of the Exile's in line.

I need to get back to safety in the Saigh District so Juro can send the hard drive information over to our informant. Fast. Just have to slip by Sector Patrol, easy.

Gently tagging: @iloveanimalsmorethanhumans, @enne-uni, and anyone else who would like to play!

Last Line Challenge

Thanks @blind-the-winds for the tag! And boy, did I hoist myself on my own petard by waiting this long to post this, because the last scene I wrote was a heartbreak and a half. This will be way more than just one line, but I would do it a disservice by omitting the preceding few.

From Shadows, a Don't Starve/Borderlands Rhack crosssover...

“Fuck you.” Rhys’s shattered voice is barely above a whisper. Jack should not be able to hear it from where he stands. But the words ring through his ears just the same. “I have to save my daughter, Rhys. There was no other way.” Jack turns his back on the throne once more and walks. He’s barely taken two steps by the time Rhys’s heavy silence behind him gives way to more curses, then pleas, then promises of help, promises of anything and everything: as long as Jack stays, as long as he doesn’t leave, please, Jack, please, for the love of everything, don’t leave me alone here, you can’t leave me, please, Jack, please, I’m begging you, JACK, PLEASE— Fists clenched so hard that his knuckles are cracking, Jack keeps walking forward, covering the unbearably long distance to the open portal step by agonizing step. He does not look behind him a second time.

Gently tagging @maddstermind, @worldsfromhoney, @reading-by-the-pale-moonlight, and leaving the tag open for anyone who wants to play.

Ok this might sound weird and probs unrelated lol,but don’t you hate when your just doing something random and a really good story/drawing idea comes into your head. I mean it’s a good idea and good for like a block, but like there’s other stuff you have to finish ugh happens a lot and here’s one of them:

So what if I made a story about a choreographer and an artist? Yes this sounds like your stereotypical teen film, but the characters would be aged up. Of course in the process of this, they grow a strong connection and grow as people together(obviously). Plot twist: They don’t fall in love. Nope. Instead it’s more platonic

Another idea I had was the main character finds some abandoned lab and finds empty tubes except for one. The person in the tube is frozen and once defrosted the person believes they are still in 1984. It’s 2021.Of course the frozen character is confused of the new technologies and still uses stuff like a walkman and beepers. So the two characters try and figure out what happened and turns out frozen character has like strange new abilities. Plot twist: Frozen character is a plot villain acting innocent and they were their own “lab rat”

Anyways those were just some small ideas I had which are free to be used and tweaked by anyone. There basically a prompt kinda lol we’ll just wanted to share since I haven’t posted any update on the mug. Sorry about that probs will post tomorrow. Good whatever time your reading this.

Edit: Just realized the first idea kinda sounds like a hallmark movie, but instead of something dealing with a business or company its more about visual arts lol...fun

Bro talk about a fun little sketch for a big ass poster reveal in a bit tho

Novel news! (And yes, it's about my WIP)

I have made a deadline for my work-in-progress, and it would be on or before December 26th. This is my promise, my oath, and my blood pact with my inner devils and future prospects to finally finish this project looooong overdue.

OH MY JEEB >:O!!?

PINK ADDISON IN PROCESS??!?¿

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((Finished product will be posted soon I’m hoping lol,

but for now, please enjoy the WIP piece I have displayed here 👆🏻))

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Reblog cuz I want to know when the fic comes out

This is a snippet that might someday make it into my fic.

“He’s the least dangerous one.” Jason snorted at Ra’s Al Ghul’s words. “He’s the civilian in a family of Bats.” Jason let out a short laugh, clamping his mouth shut as soon as he heard his voice. He was clearly struggling to hold in his laughter, but no one could deduce why. “By taking all of you first we have taken away his support, making it easy to deal with him.”

Anyone who knew Ra’s Al Ghul knew that he’d just told them that he’d captured the heroes and then ordered the death of a person they’d left behind. By the destroyed look on all but one of the heroes faces, this person would be dearly missed.

Jason tried to keep from laughing, he really did, but the combined looks of horror on his family’s faces and the smugness coming from a man who was so very wrong proved to be too much. He burst into laughter so hard that one might think he’d been hit with Joker’s Gas. The room’s occupants looked at him with varying levels of confusion, concern, and disbelief.

When his laughter didn’t dissipate for a long time, Ra’s became angry. “What do you find so funny? You’ve just been informed that your beloved will be killed, and you find that funny?” His tone was biting even in his clear confusion.

Abruptly, Jason stoped laughing. The change was so sudden that it was unnerving. Several people, captive or otherwise jolted with the jarring shift in attitude as all amusement had left Jason’s face.

“I don’t find it funny.” Jason leaned forward as much as the chains binding him would allow, locking eyes with Ra’s, his face deadly serious. “I find it fucking hilarious.” Jason waited until Ra’s opened his mouth to continue as everyone else watched in stunned silence. “You think he’s the normal one, the civilian in a group of heroes. You think he’s not very dangerous if dangerous at all. You think your assassins can do anything to him. You think he needs us for support. You think you’ll be able to kill him. You think you are safe. You think he’ll never be able to find you. You think you’ve won.” Jason’s voice was soft and quiet yet piercing. He leaned back, expression blank. “As for me? Of course I don’t find it funny. The sheer amount of things your wrong about it hilarious all on its own, without any context. I can’t fucking wait to see the look on your face when you find out just how wrong you are. You’ve fucked around, now it’s time to find out. Your brilliant fucking strategy is an absolute shit show because of misinformation. If I were you, I’d start praying, hoping that some god is willing to further piss off the one you call a civilian by protecting your sorry ass to the best of their ability. It might buy you an extra minute to exist.”

There was a massive thud from down the hall, coming from an impact that struck the whole structure. Jason tilted his head down, grin sharp and inhuman and eyes flashing green.

From down the hall was clearly heard, “Cucumber on a stick! I overshot!”

The other captives tensed, that was Danny! What was he doing here? How was he here?

The assassins in the room tensed. That voice belonged to the civilian lover Red Hood was just ranting about. How was he here? How was he still alive?

Ra’s felt something odd swell in his chest, tightening his muscles and making his heart race. He knew it was a civilian on the other side of the door, he knew it. There was nothing special about Danny Nightingale except that he’d changed his name from Daniel Fenton. Then why, why, did Ra’s suddenly feel like prey that had wandered into the path of a predator?

Storyboarding is fun. Who knows, you all might get to see what’s been under works sooner or later!