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Not only that…
but…this epic scene came into my head…
And when t happened I was like WHOA WHAT?!
cuz it was kinda like Corvina giving me insights into her backstory (don’t u love when ur characters do that?) and it explains so much about why Corvina struggles after scratching November (before she even realizes who he is!)
When Corvina was a little girl, she witnessed the argument between Eder and her mother about the baby, her brother.
Her mother was adamant-she couldn’t, wouldn’t let her son be killed.
And…at the end of the argument…Corvina’s mother was hurt by Eder, and she watched it happen.
From that moment on, her mother had dark scars that ran across one of her eyes….
JUST LIKE SHE DOES TO NOVEMBER….
😱😱
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#ProtectSebSo here is where I introduce Skylar in my book and this is through the eyes of Alex (Alexa), tell me what you think. (thankfully for all my grammar needs I have a good friend helping me lol) but if you notice any issues or plot problems feel free to tell me lol
As I walked through the streets of Megatron City, drones and robots patrolled the sidewalks. It took me thirty minutes to walk just one block because of them. With every step I took, I would wonder who might be watching me. I had to get out of this giant city, but it felt like some kind of maze where the obstacles would cost me either death or life in prison.
When I reached the corner of the next block, I spotted something and I watched as it got closer and closer. It looked almost like a person, someone big and large. The eyes were almost glowing, and the closer it got, the more my hands trembled.
I sensed a quick movement behind me, but I couldn’t focus on that because the shadow was getting nearer, and I realized it wasn’t a person, but a robot. A robot who was creeping towards me and would no doubt kill me in only a few seconds.
I glanced around and saw more robots coming at me from every direction except behind me, where I had seen another more stealthy movement. I had two options: try to fight the robots or turn and run in the direction of whatever mystery was behind me. Only one of those decisions had a chance of survival.
With one big turn, I ran in the opposite direction, but I realized that was a mistake because I found myself in an alley. “This is it,” I said in a low whisper.
The robots were closing in and I was about to meet my end. But like a ghost, I saw someone running on the rooftop of a low building next to me. The person seem to glide down, but after looking more closely I realized the person was climbing down one of the ladders that hung onto the building. Before I could figure out who the mystery person was, he or she held out a hand to me.
“Grab my hand!” the mystery person yelled.
“How do I know I can trust you?” I held back.
“Well, how can I trust you? We’re both taking a chance, but if you don’t take that chance,” the mystery person gestured toward the robots that were getting closer. “You die.”
By now I could see the person clearly. She looked to be a younger girl–eighteen or nineteen. She wore a black hoodie that blended invisibly into the night sky and covered most of her hair, except for a strand of light blond that seeped through the covering. Her brown eyes glimmered in comparison to the darkness around her. But as I searched her face, I could see a girl who looked hurt, like her eyes had cried many tears, and she was searching for something that she was yet to find.
“Are you coming, or not?!”
Her voice took me out of my deep thought and I realized that I better hurry up and get out of there. I grabbed her hand and climbed onto the ladder.
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-ThorneOk, that story is really cool and I do the same things with my books. NF’s song Happy basically fits all the characters in Tomorrow’s War lol. And also “Ceased Fire” by For King and Country
And I love when I have a perfect idea for a character’s backstory lol
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-ThorneFirst of all, great scene!! 😄
Second…
I love that idea about Corvina’s mother!! It would be really cool!!!
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@godlyfantasy12 OOOH, that’s a cool idea!!
I get the song thing. I wrote a whole Jurassic World fanfic, or at least started one, based entirely on a random Disney song…..
And yep, you heard that right. JW fanfic from a Disney song. I’m weird like that, lol.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@godlyfantasy12 Just read that about November…..poor guy!!
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
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sooooooooo i wrote a scene from the 2nd fic of my 4-fanfic series…
and…uhm….
Y’ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!! IT MADE ME CRYYYYYYY!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭 it made me laugh and smile too…ugghhhhhhhhh, all the emotions!!!!!!!!!
thought I’d share XD
He punched the bag. Over, and over, and over again.
His breath heaved.
Sweat perspired…trailed down his forehead and cheeks.
His hands ached from the constant punches.
But he wouldn’t stop.
He couldn’t stop.
He had to distract himself. He had to ignore the pain. He had to forget.
He had to be strong for his team.
He had to be Captain America.
He didn’t have time to be Steve Rogers.
Steve did the hardest punch yet.
His knuckles broke open. Blood fell.
He felt an urge to make a sound of pain. But he didn’t.
He deserved to feel the pain, anyhow.
So Steve kept punching.
He’d forget. He’d ignore the pain. He’d deal with the pain later.
Because right now, he didn’t have time for it.
Steve’s knuckles opened even more. More blood began to fall.
He cursed quietly.
He’d have to deal with it later though.
He had things he had to forget.
The door opened. “Steve, are you hungry? Wanda…“ Bucky trailed off, “Steve, your hands are bleeding.”
“I think I noticed.” Steve replied bitterly, punching the bag again.
“I didn’t ask for attitude,” Bucky crossed his arms; he raised an eyebrow, “you good, Steve?”
“Yeah,” he made another punch; he made his hands bleed more, “why do you ask?”
“Oh, I don’t know…maybe because you’re making your hands bleed, you’re in the gym alone, and…maybe because you almost got yourself killed yesterday? Tony rescuing you was the only reason you survived.”
Steve scoffed.
What did Bucky know?
“I’m fine, Buck.”
“You’re a horrible liar and you know it.”
Steve stopped punching for a moment. He faced his best friend. “Buck…”
“You need to bandage your hands. Let me help you.”
“No way. I’m fine.” Steve insisted, turning to punch again. “Besides, Natasha was in here just a couple of days ago…I treated my hands myself.”
“She wanted to help you, but you refused.”
“Yeah, and I don’t need your help either.”
Bucky uncrossed his arms. “Except unlike Natasha…I’m not taking no as an answer.”
Steve punched the bag again. Pulled his hand away with a hiss.
Bucky stepped closer to him. “Steve, you need to take care of your knuckles.”
“I will later.”
“You need to right now before they get worse.”
“Not going to.”
“Too bad. You need to treat them now before they get worse. Stop punching the bag.”
Steve turned to Bucky, arms crossed.
Bucky didn’t know…Bucky didn’t understand.
“Make me.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”
Steve rolled his eyes and turned back to the punching bag, uncrossing his arms. He readied to punch. Arms wrapped around his waist, lifting him up off the floor. “Wait, what-!? Bucky!”
“You said to make you; I’m making you.” Bucky replied simply, lifting Steve over his shoulder.
Steve struggled against his best friend’s grip. “Bucky, put me down, now.”
“Who said I listened to your orders?” Bucky replied. “I just want to help you, Steve.”
“Buck-!”
Bucky leaned over and dropped Steve, gently, onto the couch that was in the living room adjacent to the gym, a part of the open space. His back hit the soft cushions.
Steve almost tried to get away, but Bucky grabbed one of his legs, stopping him. “Steve, looks like I won.”
“Not so fast.” Steve struggled, got his leg out of Bucky’s grip, and almost got up…when Bucky settled himself on top of him.
Bucky smirked, now sitting on Steve’s stomach. “Yep. I won.”
Steve almost replied, but the door opened.
“Do I want to know what’s going on in here? Are you two fighting?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow and a smirk, leaning against the doorframe.
“Steve’s being stubborn.” “Bucky’s being annoying.”
They both spoke at the same time.
Tony laughed. “You two are freaks.”
Steve shoved at his friend’s side. “Get off, Buck.”
“Not happening,” Bucky turned to face Tony, “hey, Tony, do we have bandages in here somewhere, and some medicine?”
“Yeah, in the gym closet.” Tony replied, obviously still amused by the scene in front of him.
Steve groaned.
This was embarrassing.
Bucky nodded. “Great. I’ll go get them in a minute.”
There was only way to get Bucky off.
Steve sighed. “Okay, Buck…you win. I lost. I’ll let you help me. Can you get off now?”
Bucky nodded and stood, getting off of Steve.
Steve slowly sat back up.
Bucky left to go get a couple of things out of the closet.
Tony gave a small wave. “Guess I’ll see you later, Capsicle.”
The door closed behind him.
Steve rubbed his forehead, feeling a terrible headache coming on. Bucky sat down beside him on the couch. “I got a cloth, bandages, and medicine…Steve, you good?”
“Just have a headache.” Steve mumbled, rubbing his head more.
“Here. You can clean your hands first.” Bucky said softly, handing Steve the wet cloth.
Steve took it. He began wiping blood from his hands.
“Steve, maybe you should find someone to talk to.”
He groaned. “Now you sound like Bruce and Natasha.”
“And? Maybe they’re right.”
“Buck, I don’t need-“
“You almost killed yourself yesterday, Steve! The team almost lost you, Steve. I almost lost you. We’re best friends, Steve. I lost you once, Steve, and I can’t lose you again.”
“Buck-“
“I don’t want excuses, Steve. I almost thought I lost you, Steve. I thought I lost you again.”
“I’m sorry, Buck, I just…” Steve trailed off. He didn’t have an answer that was good enough, justified enough, to dismiss the fact that Bucky had gone through that fear and pain again, and all because of him.
He didn’t know exactly why he did it.
He just knew he had to do everything he could to stop Viola.
He just knew he couldn’t stand down.
He knew that he had to be a hero.
He knew that the world needed The Avengers to save it.
He knew that he missed Alex more than he had ever thought possible.
Against his own will, tears escaped his eyes and rolled down his cheeks, rolling down and through his beard, landing on his raw, ripped, still bleeding hands. And he spoke, even though it hurt. “…I miss her, Buck.”
Bucky squeezed his shoulder, silently urging him to continue.
“I miss her more than I ever thought possible, Bucky. The past year, being on the run,” Steve closed his eyes, forcing back tears, “it’s been hard, Buck. But Ryo and Alex were there, every step of the way. Alex knew how to turn a bad day upside down, she knew how to make me and Ryo laugh, she knew how to be…happy, even in the midst of heartbreak. She was…she was…”
Bucky squeezed his shoulder, firmer yet somehow softer in a different way. “…She was the little sister you never had.”
It was hard to admit that someone had been that close.
Loving people meant you were at risk of losing them.
It happened with Peggy…now it had happened with Alex.
But did that mean we stopped loving people?
What would the world be without love in it?
Steve nodded. “…Exactly.”
Bucky removed his hand from Steve’s shoulder, applied medicine to Steve’s knuckles, and quickly wrapped his knuckles up in tight bandages. “Why didn’t you talk to anyone sooner, Steve?”
Steve faced his friend, giving Bucky a small, slightly sad smile. “Guess I thought I could take care of it on my own.”
“Well, you were wrong.”
Steve chuckled quietly. It felt good to laugh. “I guess you’re right. I just thought I could bear it alone.”
“That’s why we have friends and family, Steve,” Bucky draped his left, metal arm around Steve’s shoulders, “so we don’t have to deal with things alone.”
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What a sweet scene!! 🥲
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I’m literally in tears. you had to kill her, I’m really mad at you currently
poor Steve
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i love these two soooooo muchhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! 😍
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What a sweet scene!! 🥲
Ahhh, tysm!!! ❤️❤️❤️ I love Steve&Bucky’s dynamic so much…😍
i feel so bad for ma boi Steve 😭
I’m literally in tears. you had to kill her, I’m really mad at you currently
AGHHHH, i’m sorry for making you cry!!!! 😭😭😭 she has to die for the story, plus she saves Steve’s life… please don’t be mad at me….🥺🥺🥺
poor Steve
❤️😭😭😭😭😭
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You’re so welcome!!
I love best friend dynamics! 🥰
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I’m still a little mad but I understand
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Here’s a scene I just wrote! It begins after Ev and Ami have a conversation about Bayron Len and his intentions and such. This is pretty early on in the story, but at this point they are obviously out of the Orb.
(It’s a little long)
Enjoy! 🙂
They sat in silence for a few moments, until interrupted by a loud, “Goooood morning!”
Fynn hopped out of the van, a smile on his face and his hair sticking out in all directions. Ami giggled at him and he cocked his head. Ev pointed to Fynn’s hair. “You might want to try combing your hair… Just a little.”
Fynn used his hands to fix his hair a bit. “How’s that?”
Ev rolled his eyes. “That did barely anything.”
Fynn sighed. “Whatever.” He walked closer to the log that Ev and Ami were sitting on. “So, what’s for breakfast?”
Ami shrugged. “I don’t know.” She stood up and stretched. “I’m craving some warm pancakes right now.”
Fynn stared out into the forest. “We should go hunting.”
Ev cocked his head. “For pancakes?”
“Pancakes?!”
“That’s what Ami was just talking about,” Ev said with a laugh.
Fynn grinned. “If I could hunt pancakes, then I’d make hunting my hobby.”
Ami shook her head at her brother, then winced. “Ouch. Fynn, your craziness is making my head hurt.”
Fynn shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first time!”
Ev rolled his eyes. “Well someone slept well.”
“Slept well? What are you talking about? My back hurts from sleeping in a weird position all night!” Fynn exclaimed.
“Old man,” Ami muttered jokingly, glancing Fynn’s direction to see if he had heard.
“You know,” he said. “If I’m an old man, then you’re a really old lady.”
Ami sighed. “What does that make Mom and Dad then?”
Fynn paused in thought. “I guess Mom and Dad are fossils then.” As if on cue, Ruben came out of the bus, stretching.
He raised an eyebrow. “Were you talking about me?” He asked with a yawn.
Fynn exchanged a glance with Ami. “Maybe…”
“And I heard fossil in the same sentence,” Ruben came closer to Fynn with an accusatory look.
Fynn fingered his bangs. “Well… Ami was talking about how old you guys are.”
Ruben looked at his daughter, his eyes wide in exaggerated surprise. Ami’s jaw dropped. “Fynn!” She huffed. “Just ignore him, Dad. He speaks lies.” She glared at her brother.
Fynn grinned. “Hey, Dad, you hungry?”
Ruben tilted his head to the side. “Trying to change the subject?”
“What subject?”
Ami sighed and cast a glance at Ev. Ev backed away, his hands up as if in surrender. “He’s your brother.”
“Yes, unfortunately.”
Ev grinned and chuckled at the family’s antics. Sure, he and his brothers joked around often, but he never was able to goof off with his dad the way the Nadirs did. He had faint memories of doing so, but then he was probably only a toddler or a young child. Ev felt tears starting to well up in his eyes.
The Nadir children got to grow up with these fun memories of playing around with each other and their parents… but Ev… barely any. He and his brothers would wrestle when they were younger, but as soon as they heard Malyk get home, they stop and fix their hair, their clothes… wipe their smiles off their faces. It was all automatic… When Dad was around, it meant no goofing off… No fun…
Only order. Order and perfection. Nothing more, nothing less.
“Hellooo. Ev, did you hear me?”
Ev snapped out of his thoughts. “Wh-what?”
Ami frowned. “Are you sure you didn’t hit your head too?”
Ev forced a smile. “Nah, just got lost in my thoughts, that’s all.”
“Hm. Anyway, Dad’s going to head into the town near here and try to get us some breakfast.”
“Pancakes?”
“I hope so, but I doubt it,” Ami said with a slight smile. “But while he’s gone, Des and Asher are going to try to fix the broken window a bit. Come on, they might need our help.”
Ev nodded and followed after her.
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