STARLIGHT ･ﾟ✧ NESSY'S WRITING STORAGE

[nessy]

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in fact, if u do compliment me, i'll probably cry tears of joy

[align=center]storage — coding dump — premades

[nessy]

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tení­a un corazón de león, pero me lo robaste.
— y lo quiero de vuelta // v.p

[nessy]

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doomed because of their nature, saved because of their beauty.
— flowers // v.p

[nessy]

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the batter was settled a few feet away with his head ducked, leaving zacharie to wonder what he looked like as he asked, "you wanna share my blanket?" the man's head shifted to the left, raising his head slightly to reveal his eyes.

zacharie shrugged, using one hand to pull the blanket further onto himself; mostly just to avoid meeting the other's eyes, which reflected no answer to his question. "well, if you want to share, feel free. i don't mind." he waved a hand dismissively, offering a wide-toothed. finally hunkering down with a not-so subtle grunt, zacharie stretched out his large arms, flexing his hands before resting his head on his pillow.

maybe, it might bother him how easily he fell asleep next to the batter in the future.

as minutes ticked by, leaning into hours, the batter watched the rise and fall of the blanket in silence. one moment he was still and in the next, the man was shifting from his spot. the only noise was the faint stirring of zacharie, a slight hiccup in his breath and the shuffling of a blanket before all was still again.

it was a funny sight. at least, zacharie would say so, if he'd been looking at himself and the batter. the latter was spooning the former, his long and tall frame curling around the merchant's.

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aka the batter is homo and i'm tired with muse kthanksbye

[nessy]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 1px"]"death doesn't discriminate. it just takes, and it takes, and it takes it all away."

leatherjacket wretched forward in his bedding, like a rod snapped straight and snapped his head side to side, eyes wide and wild. with his bent form, bared teeth and bristled fur, he looked like a feral wolf, untamed and free of it's cage. his hot breathes and rapid heartbeat filled his ears. but he was alone. she wasn't here.

he was fine. at least, that's what his logic told him, but his trembling frame and shaky breathes said otherwise. the smoke curled his tail around himself, the softness of his fur a reminder of who he was-- so caught up in his looks, too soft that no one could even bother asking him how he felt. whether he was okay. whether he was actually okay. these were the realest thoughts that he's ever had in a long, long time. i guess, he thought, looking away from the ground out into the night through the window. he shivered at the cold breeze. he wasn't really worth thinking about. worrying about.

[nessy]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; font-size: 8.4pt; font-family:verdana; text-align:justify; line-height: 125%; width: 300px"]"leave him alone! he knew nothing about this," paul struggled against the ropes, barely recognizing the pain he felt when they dug into him. "he was never a part of my plan i--!" paul shut his eyes, before sagging in his chair in defeat. he ducked his head to look at the floor as he said, "i was only using him."

patryk looked up, silently stunned.

"a perfect human shield." paul looked back up, and patryk felt hurt run through him when he looked at tord-- with the coldest eyes he'd ever seen.

"that's all he meant to me..."

tord tilted his head, raising an eyebrow as he looked at patryk. "you heard the man, patryk. he was only using you."

"what are you going to do about that?"

patryk looked at paul. "i'm sorry," he thought while he shot the man he loved. the bullet did it's job, and within moments, he could see the life fading out of paul's eyes. immense regret pierced his heart as he tore his eyes away from paul's face.

"that's a good soldier." the pat on his shoulder gave him no feelings of pride, only an emptiness laced with resentment.

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it was safe to say, that his smile died that day.

totally based on these pictures. i'm so lame, guys, it's unreal.

[nessy]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px; font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 1px; line-height: 1.2"][spoiler=work in progress]"’Time heals all wounds' is such bullshit. The scars are still fucking there." The hands that had been in his hair pulled, tightening to stop the shaking. "I can’t just forget what happened." His face crumpled. "I can’t forget how I felt."

He felt all the hopelessness building up, all the doubts he felt wash over him; the dam had finally fucking broke. Holding it in had hurt, but letting it go was worse.

"And I don’t think I ever will—" his next intake of breath quivered, along with his jaw and his face felt wet. Tears pooled in his eyes, but he didn’t bother to wipe at them and let them run tracks down his face and on his jaw.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He hated crying, and now he was doing it in front of the last person he’d expect to understand.

When Dave reached out with his arms— it didn’t make sense how his arms looked so safe— he practically curled up in the other boy’s chest. His whole form shook as he gasped for breath between hiccups. He started to feel small circles being rubbed into his back and for a second, his breathing lightened. He thought, this is what my Dad should have been able to do, but that just made him cry harder against Dave.

He didn’t know how long he was crying for; whenever he did cry, time moved slower, like the universe wanted him to suffer. Like it wanted him to soak in his own tears, maybe even drown in them. But for once, there was an anchor holding onto him and he was running his hand up and down Roy’s back and holding Roy as he fell apart. His name was Dave Cascade.

He must have gotten quieter because Dave whispered, "Are you feeling better?" he hesitated because in all honesty, no, he wasn’t. He was a goddamn mess. He nodded but it was stiff and didn’t really feel like a nod with his face pressed into Dave’s chest. As if he understood, Dave stayed silent. Roy appreciated that Dave didn’t stop running his hand up and down his back, like he knew that Roy still needed that little comfort.

"Do you wanna go back to your house?" He shook his head no. He didn’t want to see his father, think of him, even breathe the same air as him. And he didn’t want to get prodded by his brother, who never had any fucking sense of boundaries.

There was an audible pause, and it sounded like Dave was thinking of what to say next. "…Should I stop?" This time, Roy shook his head more fiercely and raised his arms up around Dave’s torso, tightening his grip on his shirt. There was the chance that this was all just a big dream and that Dave would fly away the second he let go.

"Just a little bit longer. Please." His voiced quivered and he managed to tilt his head up, looking up at Dave.

The blonde blinked before giving him a slow nod, a short smile accompanying the movement; that had to be the only time that Roy had seen him do that.

"You should smile more." Roy voiced tearfully, ducking his head back so Dave couldn’t see him as he said it.

"Do I look less like an asshole when I do it?" It was a stupid joke, not the best thing he’d ever heard but it made Roy let out a raspy laugh, the kind that would grate ears but Dave looked like he was enjoying himself.

They fell silent after that and thankfully, the silence wasn’t awkward like it should have been. He guessed that after getting yelled at by someone every time you met, and having them cry on you, meant you didn’t get fazed by that sort of thing. Or maybe it was just like that with him and Dave.

He didn’t really mind that, to be honest.

Finally, Roy untangled himself from Dave, lowering his eyes as he did so. This was too fucking embarrassing, and he could feel the heat rising from his neck to his ears. "Sorry." He said, before noticing the wet stain on Dave’s shirt. He helplessly batted at it and swore to god that when this was over, he was going to dig himself a grave and climb into it. He wouldn't ever see the sun again and that would be okay because at least he'd be dead.

Dave, unfazed, shrugged easily in response but then he turned serious. He seemed to know that Roy's apology wasn't about his shirt.

Dave always wore his sunglasses but those had flown off his face when he'd been running away with Roy. Now, his eyes were tense and his mouth was downturned, enough for him to realize that he was angry. It was weird to see him so expressive, and oddly intense, so he avoided looking at him head-on. "Don’t feel sorry. Your dad is a fucking asshole."

He abruptly stopped and shook his head. "Actually, he's a piece of shit. The worse kind of piece of shit. He's horseshit."

Roy was practiced in defending his dad and prepared to do so when he opened his mouth, but Dave interrupted before he could start. "Stop."

"But—"

"Nope. Shut up." Roy wanted to glare but stopped, realizing there was no point to going against Dave's words. When he sighed, his breathe was shaky but less so than before. Everything still felt off balanced inside of him. There was still his anger, that familiar red feeling that pulsed underneath his skin but now, the sadness was there, too. [/spoiler] this is a wip but i was kind of tired of having it in word lmao
i'll probably keep working on it in word, and then update this from time to time!!

this is about my OC, roy avon vantas and one of many pieces of writing that'll be about bits and pieces of his life in harthwaire before he lived in the northstar district!! i'm. tired so i'll explain what's going on in this piece later

[nessy]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; font-size: 8.4pt; font-family:verdana; text-align:justify; line-height: 125%; width: 400px"][spoiler=ok the writing is bad, thank god ive improved. this piece of writing is valid]two young toms were settled upon an abandoned house, on the side that wasn't crumbling or littered with holes. a crisp wind blew into one of the tom's fur, making him close his eyes. when he opened them again, orange eyes looked into pale blue ones. the former glinted with a playful twinkle while the latter was more subdued and slightly embarrassed.

"you had that expression on your face." the first tom with fur the color of rich earth smiled. "what expression?" the second tom, a siamese, retorted defensively, narrowing his eyes. "you know, dan. the one you get when you're enjoying yourself but don't want anyone else to know." the brown tabby's head tilted and danny swore his heartbeat sped up. only he could make that nickname sound so sweet.

"i have no idea what you're talking about." danny looked away into the distance, taking his eyes off the brown tabby.

"of course you do, danny." the malevolent tone caught his attention and suddenly, he was shrouded in darkness and pain. screams tore through him and he was thrashing, trying to get away. claws tore into him and a sickly sweet voice filled his ears. "who's fault was this?"

the words rolled in his head. "who's fault was this? who's fault was this?"

danny had been twitching within his sleep, murmuring unintelligible words. "my fault...stop...stop..." his bedding had been moved a distance away from the others but even the sleeping warriors could hear the siamese's rustling.

only a moment later, the warrior would start violently thrashing, his legs moving even though he wasn't running, his claws moving through empty air. his muzzle parted in silent screams and his thrashing intensified until the ruckus woke warriors.

"danny! wake up!"

the words shocked the tom into consciousness. he would start and lurch to his paws, nausea rocking through him.

"is he okay? what's wrong with him?" came worried whispers and hushed tones. "i'm fine!" he savagely spat at the few warriors that had woken. "i'm fine." he repeated, moving away from his nest as though that would distance himself from his dreams.

and he had been doing so well, he thought. but the nightmares would never leave him. he would always be tortured by him. "go back to sleep. i'm fine." how many times had he said that now? he'd say it a dozen more to make it true. i'm fine, i'm fine, i'm fine.
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[nessy]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; font-size: 8.4pt; font-family:verdana; text-align:justify; line-height: 125%; width: 400px"]"We all have something that makes us, us, you know?...and Emmett. Well, he's nothing."

It was true, truer than anything that anyone had ever said to him in his short life, but it hurt. It didn't tug at his heartstrings but ripped at them until they snapped and suddenly, he wasn't sure if he was a human anymore. Just an empty, heartless shell with an aching soul. He felt the hurt flood his fingertips, every bone, nerve and sinew in his body till there was just pain.

The boy wasn't sure if he had told himself to move or if it had happened all on it's own. He found himself hugging himself, arms gripping his elbows and his head was ducked, with his breathes coming too fast and short. A tightness wove around his throat and his stomach. He really wasn't anything special to anyone. He wasn't really anything, period. Unbidden, he started crying and he couldn't stop the hot tears no matter how much he hated how weak he felt.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...So sorry." He choked on his words, his sobs, and he wasn't apologizing to any one person, but the stars above him for having to look down at the Earth and see him. He was sorry for the earth under him that had to listen to his cries, because Mother Nature had other things to worry about.

[nessy]

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