I am Jaylex, Prisma, Jay, whatever you want to call me. I've been writing since I was 12 and am currently working on a debut novel to finally publish for real. I'm about halfway through.
The story is about trauma healing, found family, and romance set in a modern fantasy world.
It is not a romantasy! No spice. The magic is not dragons and stuff like that, but more science based. And the magic isn't the focus. It's a very character driven story.
Science based magic
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I love my boys 🥹 I could talk about them for HOURS!
Left to right: Jay, Sam, Elliot, Jacob.
You can always ask about anything in my world or request specific scenes! Jacob and Sam will not have any romance scenes. And no spicy scenes for any characters. Those are my two limits.
Commission status: OPEN - SFW only, any characters
NOTE: In my writing program *this* would be italic!
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I just got blocked because someone thought "render" was ai. It is not. Rendering is literally just a stage in the art process, the one I'm most experienced in. Please give people a chance to explain themselves! Or show proof. I have timelapses that I could use to explain what rendering is.
I was tagged by @purple-on-black :) Time to pick something good.
Rules: share a line from your story with zero context.
Since I have a couple of projects going on, I hope it's alright if I share a couple of out of context lines <3
From Adamantine (cheating a bit, because it's a couple lines):
Your first kill came weeks later. Mother told you to survive, but not to be good. You were so hungry then. So very, very hungry.
This is from an earlier draft of my current project, The Goblin Bride:
“Love, Clarriss. Love is stronger than any magic there is. You can render a potion inert, you can create a dead zone, and you can block a spell. But love? Nothing stops it. Not fists, not fear, and not blood.”
This is from a Twine interactive fiction/game that I finished the first draft/outline of this week:
Tomorrow, maybe you’ll forget that the hole inside you is there until you trip over a rock, walking behind your armoured rescuers, and gain a dent in your head that won’t heal. It won’t ever heal.
And then finally, this one is from a project currently in the editing stage:
When Kogen’s voice failed to drop, like he’d expected it to, he’d panicked because he was sure that if he continued to sound like a “miserable warbling songbird” that Aldox would alter him, just like he did Mercuria. It wasn’t until later that he’d realized that there was a reason it wasn’t dropping.
Perhaps I need to slow down on the projects. Just having too much fun (read: my medication isn't handling my stress and I need to write constantly to feel sane). I'm going to tag my beloved @blades-of-calmoran (I know you have at least ONE line written) as well as @jaylex05 @aadhube @destinycraftswords @writingwithoutconfidence and @winterandwords, and anyone else who wants to join in :)
He stops. The foreign word holds this... power to it.
OC Development Side Series:
"Star's shine brighter during the night, light is more visible in the dark. But... I would've liked to know what the sun was like before I became nocturnal."
I don't have multiple projects. Just the one canon timeline 🤷♂️ Picked random lines here xD
@n3-k0 @anidoesntlikesand @drezdenformerlyspark @meiyohakobune and anyone else can join
Ooooh I finally got tagged in one of these!!! Thank you so much to @novauniversetumbles!
📝 Find a line in your story that fits each of the parameters given by the person who tagged you, then give new lines for the people you tag.
All these come from the current WIP of Proxy Agents: False Promises! Regrettably, there will be no context for any of these lines. Also, I had to stretch some of the interpretations. So use your imagination!
A line about betrayal.
Now I have to be Lively Eden.
A mention of fish or a body of water.
The face of the cashier rippled into an abstract watercolor painting.
The color black.
His white shirt was loose, scrunched just above the elbow with black buckles.
A line about music.
The wind sang, disturbing the debris like dried leaves in autumn.
Tagging @jaylex05 @write-with-will @nagisakwrites @wbhudson you want to join!
I know that this is "lines" not sections, but... I'm a bit wordy xD And Jay has so many long descriptions of #1, istg. I'll only give two of them tho :3
1.
Guitar:
Unbrella:
2. Not sure what is meant by this one... Imma go with this
3. Surprisingly, I got nothing 🤷♂️ My story is not about heartbreak, in any way. The story is of trauma healing; there is no "third act breakup"
rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it.
Thank you for the tag @brashtea!! This is so fun!
“come get me out of california”
“Brand New Century (working title)”
“michael in the bathroom by himself”
“ITSIST Scenes that aren’t actually in the fic”
And then of course, “i told secrets i shouldn’t tell”
No pressure tags: @halflitpages @buckleybeat @lemonenty @dont-sneeze @anyashappytobehere
• “scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind (the way we were)”
• sevenspins fic which i don’t think i have a name for
• my summer road trip fic which i also do not have a name for
• nameless jancy fic which is essentially a character study
🏷️: @sweetcreatureeternal @idontknowhowtodance @puppydogmike @roseraintears @oliveespineapples @ssentinl (no pressure and i’m really sorry if you don’t have any wips, i’m delirious rn)
I work on all of them simultaneously when I’m procrastinating revising for stuff. I stress write okay??
@alexazucchie @justluchii @orcaraminga @temisjanaina @potatoanarchist @penningbookwurm @ponderingpen @vulpyabby @trulysarcastic @housemasterwilkes (I’m so bad at tagging people I was actually stressing oh my god)
Thank you for the tag! And don’t you stressy-depressy fren because stressed spelled backwards is desserts ✨️🍰 ;D (sending u anti-stressing hugs! >w<)
Also! I’m kinda of a "folder-inside-folder" kinda writing-storing style 😅 and I like them being separated by context n stuff... because my drafting style isn’t stable, since stability removes motivation from perfectionism, so... I write chaotically
there’s my main 3-big folders, and their stuff inside :P I just hope I didn't misunderstand the tag game’s requirements lol. because by "folder of WIPs", this is the only honest way I can reply with it because of my draft-storing style.)
• My tiny projects: (serves for lightweight work)
Tiny Happiness
Sharp Edges
Human Monstrousity
Grey Riddles
SCARLETTE (empty folder)
• D&T (stands for Draft&Test) (it is not an official WIP, its just a chaotic vault of me spamming my writing/self-made prompts/thought-of scenes of random WIPS or WB pieces here until I find what to do, helps alot for a motivation-driven-only writer.)
• Recap T,G,H. (by "recap" it's just another form of D&T for T,G,H. specifically...or relatedly.)
And...tags...idk really, so sorry if they’re few, and +open tags!!
You want to know what "Worm" is? It is a non-novel piece, it is not important at all. I just love the absurd title xD It's just Jacob asking stuff like "Would you still love me if I was a worm?"
I will not be posting the full thing. Never finished it, but I will also not post the rest of what I have.
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rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it.
Thank you for the tag @brashtea!! This is so fun!
“come get me out of california”
“Brand New Century (working title)”
“michael in the bathroom by himself”
“ITSIST Scenes that aren’t actually in the fic”
And then of course, “i told secrets i shouldn’t tell”
No pressure tags: @halflitpages @buckleybeat @lemonenty @dont-sneeze @anyashappytobehere
• “scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind (the way we were)”
• sevenspins fic which i don’t think i have a name for
• my summer road trip fic which i also do not have a name for
• nameless jancy fic which is essentially a character study
🏷️: @sweetcreatureeternal @idontknowhowtodance @puppydogmike @roseraintears @oliveespineapples @ssentinl (no pressure and i’m really sorry if you don’t have any wips, i’m delirious rn)
I work on all of them simultaneously when I’m procrastinating revising for stuff. I stress write okay??
@alexazucchie @justluchii @orcaraminga @temisjanaina @potatoanarchist @penningbookwurm @ponderingpen @vulpyabby @trulysarcastic @housemasterwilkes (I’m so bad at tagging people I was actually stressing oh my god)
Thank you for the tag! And don’t you stressy-depressy fren because stressed spelled backwards is desserts ✨️🍰 ;D (sending u anti-stressing hugs! >w<)
Also! I’m kinda of a "folder-inside-folder" kinda writing-storing style 😅 and I like them being separated by context n stuff... because my drafting style isn’t stable, since stability removes motivation from perfectionism, so... I write chaotically
there’s my main 3-big folders, and their stuff inside :P I just hope I didn't misunderstand the tag game’s requirements lol. because by "folder of WIPs", this is the only honest way I can reply with it because of my draft-storing style.)
• My tiny projects: (serves for lightweight work)
Tiny Happiness
Sharp Edges
Human Monstrousity
Grey Riddles
SCARLETTE (empty folder)
• D&T (stands for Draft&Test) (it is not an official WIP, its just a chaotic vault of me spamming my writing/self-made prompts/thought-of scenes of random WIPS or WB pieces here until I find what to do, helps alot for a motivation-driven-only writer.)
• Recap T,G,H. (by "recap" it's just another form of D&T for T,G,H. specifically...or relatedly.)
And...tags...idk really, so sorry if they’re few, and +open tags!!
My novel is a collection of short stories telling a larger narrative. Click Keep Reading to continue.
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The sun is blinding.
It streams in through the trees, high in the sky.
Everything has been brighter lately. Vibrant.
Jay rests his eyes, listening to Jacob's colorful voice, to the steady roar and crashing of the waterfall, to the whistling wind. It doesn't matter what Jacob talks about; he wants to hear it. His smile... He can see it without seeing. The pendant has to work overtime to wrangle his nerves.
The singing of birds can never compare to Jacob, even during his worst days.
The ground shifts when Jacob rises, his words coming to an end. Jay opens his eyes, tilting his head towards his star. A small, red flower caught his attention -- he crouches beside it.
He hesitates, glancing to Jay. "Can I?"
Jacob wouldn't ask anyone else for permission to pick a flower. Why does he ask Jay?
He prays the heat infecting his cheeks isn't noticeable. The pendant scrambles to remove it. Nevertheless, he gives a small nod.
Jacob beams, returning his gaze to the flower. Carefully, he tugs it free from its soil enclosure, brushing off the remaining dirt. Then, he replants it.
In Jay's hair.
He kneels beside Jay, the sun's rays outlining his form as he leans forward. His touch is tender, lifting his hair just enough to slip the stem behind his ear.
Jay doesn't dare move, trying -- and failing -- to not match the flower's shade. The pendant starts to speak, but he yanks the chain off. Jacob's chuckle only serves to spur on the heat creeping across his skin, a shiver racing up his spine.
"Sorry~ I just thought it'd look cute."
Too many seconds tick by. "Why?"
The star earring jingles as Jacob tilts his head, his fingers, still in Jay's hair, twirling a strand. "Why what?"
The sun is blinding.
"You don't..." He can't think. Not with Jacob's touch scrambling his brain. Not with Jacob leaned over him like this.
Jay lets the pendant fall to the grass and pushes himself upright, breaking their gaze. "You're not... you're not like this with anyone else. And-- and no one else is like this with... me."
Too many seconds tick by.
He forces himself to look at Jacob.
The smile is gone. Jacob's cheeks saturate to a beautiful pink.
Too many seconds tick by.
Is this torture what Jacob puts up with from him every day?
"Love."
He must have a confused look on his face because Jacob continues.
"I love everyone. I'm nothing without love."
The word is both familiar and foreign. He's heard couples say "I love you," he's seen parents in shows tell their kids they love them. It never seemed like something that could be applied to everyone, as Jacob says. People don't love their friends. "What do you mean by that?"
Jacob sighs, looking down and pinching the bridge of his nose as he gathers his thoughts. "Take... Take... Sam!" He looks back to Jay. "I love him. It's... what gives everything I do any meaning. If I didn't, then nothing I say or do with him would matter. It's..."
He shakes his head, pivoting. "No. Take that flower. You would never pick it. You would be hurt if you accidentally crushed it. But, think about someone who doesn't care. They wouldn't be affected by destroying nature. Neither hurt nor joyful. Because it doesn't matter to them. But it matters to you. You love nature." A beat. "You provide warmth to freezing birds in the rain, you sacrifice your own well being to save an animal in need, you stopped me from snapping a twig the first time you brought me here! It's love."
Jay would hold Jacob in the freezing rain. He's sacrificed himself for Jacob. He's confronted Sam for hurting Jacob's feelings. "... Then, why--" The words tangle in his throat, never making it out. His pounding heart pulls them back down. Find something else. "Sam's still... Different. You don't ask him if you can do something, you just do it."
Jacob's blush deepens. He takes a shaky breath, averting his gaze briefly. "Yes. Because not all love is equal. He's like family to me. I love him as if he were my own blood." Another pause. "That same bird you kept warm in a storm? You'd have no problem chucking it into the waterfall if it was being purposely annoying~ No, that doesn't work, you've done the same with me... That same bird wouldn't be able to make you laugh like I can." He takes another breath, meeting Jay's eyes. "And if I tried to make you laugh, but I had no love in my heart, I'm nothing. Without love behind it, nothing I do counts for anything. That's... That's the only way to get a real smile from Sam. The only thing that can make you..." His words trail off.
Stop staring. Stop staring. That look is overtaking Jacob's expression again. His intense focus, like he can tear Jay apart and rebuild him piece by piece with nothing but his gaze.
And he can.
He wants to respond, to say something, but all of his thoughts are lost in a dark room. He's still not sure if he wants to draw the curtains.
"That's what I saw."
"What?"
"The first day we met. Back when you were," he waves a hand in front of his face, putting on a desolate stare before shaking his head and going back to normal. The corners of Jay's mouth twitch upward. "There was something in your eyes, but I couldn't place it."
Luckily, Jay's face cannot physically get any redder.
A beat. Jacob folds his hands on his lap, though his knuckles turn white. "Sorry, I know that was a lot. I just... you don't like lies. You always give me the truth, no matter how bleak." He pauses. "How are you feeling? I just wanted to give you a flower."
He can still feel the stem buried in his curls.
Nobody else, no human would be allowed close enough to decorate him like that. Jacob has always bypassed everything. From the beginning.
If one of the scientists tried that... It wouldn't fry his brain. It wouldn't make his stomach flip, wouldn't make him want to pull them into a hug.
It would mean nothing. Just like Jacob said. It's--
"I love you." Jay wanted that to stay an inside thought.
Jacob's eyes light up, but he tries to tame his reaction. All of his muscles tense, like he's ready to throw himself at Jay. "I... Love you too."
The air still feels heavy.
Several excruciating moments pass by. "Do you know what kind?" Jacob asks. "Is it like with me and Sam?"
Jay shakes his head. He wants to hold Jacob and never let go. To hear his voice and see his smile for as long as he can.
"Okay." Jacob looks away, taking a steadying breath. "Do you... Can I show you mine? I-If you hate it, I will never do it again!"
What does 'show' mean here? It doesn't matter anyway. "I trust you."
Jacob forces himself to look at Jay again. His gaze flits downward from Jay's eyes in a way that sends a bolt of electricity through his nerves. He moves towards Jay, his hand reaching up to tuck his hair behind his ear with the flower. The feeling of his fingertips overrides his heartbeat. He leans closer; Jay forgets to breathe.
Jacob's lips are on his cheek. A sound that shouldn't be humanly capable escapes his own as he pushes Jacob away and scrambles to his feet, stepping back. Everything inside is ablaze. The pendant's lingering magic courses through his veins. The wind picks up, whipping and stinging. He looks at his hands; he's glowing. The water at the bottom of the waterfall rises and pools in the air.
Why did he push Jacob away?
He looks to his star, his glowing hands shakily hovering midair. Jacob's gaze is fixated on the now floating waterfall, staring in awe. It takes a good few moments before he returns his attention to Jay.
Jacob bites the inside of his cheek, stifling his smile. "I'm sorry. Are you okay?" A small pause, his eyes flickering up. "You wanna maybe... I don't know... put the waterfall down?"
Right. Jay slowly looks behind him at the pooling water. The wind pulls and bends the surrounding trees. How does one put a waterfall down?
No. He pushed Jacob away. He can't leave it like that. Can't leave Jacob's unfiltered feelings on the ground, discarded. No.
He closes his eyes, steeling his nerves. He closes the gap he created, grabbing Jacob's arm to pull him up and gather him into his arms. Jacob reflexively wraps his arms around the back of Jay's neck for support.
Their lips meet. Lightning races through Jay's veins, Jacob's legs wrap around his waist. The wind swirls around them, dragging leaves and ribbons of water into the air. One of Jacob's hands finds the back of his head, his fingers burrowing into his hair.
He has no idea what he's doing, only that it feels right.
His mind is all fuzzy when they part, staring into each other's eyes. He can't look away from Jacob.
Jacob is the first to break it, sighing and leaning into Jay's chest. "Thank you."
That's when it all hits. The magic in his system is running low without the pendant on to replenish it. He doesn't know how he powered through that outburst like that raw. Finding the closest tree he can, he leans back against it and carefully lowers himself back down to the ground, Jacob safe in his arms.
The world calms. The wind dies down, the water falls back into the pond with a splash.
Jacob settles in Jay's lap, nuzzling his head against his chest comfortably. They've been in this position several times before. Never has it made as much sense as right now.
Jay glances down at Jacob, a dopey smile spread across his star's face. He can't help but mirror it. Without really thinking, he takes the flower out of his hair, tucks Jacob's hair behind his ear, slipping the flower into place.
Hello all! So, I need someone willing to read two of my pieces and tell me which is better, or if I should combine certain aspects of each in some way. One is more generic but SAFE, the other is much more experimental. Both aren't too long, 1.2k and 1.7k words. I understand if not ^^ I just genuinely cannot tell which is better and where
It is romance! Yaoi. But completely spice free, dont worry.
“The way I see it, Lucas,” Bene says through a mouthful of sandwich, gesturing a heavily scarred arm at the screen, crumbs scattering down his chest. “The guy was old, and was gonna die soon anyway. So, I don’t know what they’re all crying for.”
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TAG YOUR MOOTS AND MAKE THEM EXPLAIN THEIR USERNAMES LORE
Starting with me:
Hyyl18 because when i was youngest i had a group in a random app with some friends and i didnt knew qhat username to use so i decided to create one with things i used to read since we were talking abt fanfic in this group so: Hot Yaoi Yuri Lemon +18 stuff (i was in my dirty era dont dare to judge me). Hyyl18 thats it. Now i use it everywhere yay
@patroclus-is-the-bigger-person @b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m @cuntyteardrop @glassesgirlies @leninthestarlight @bardorsomethinglikethat anyone else who wanna join tbh yay
so I was just finished with reading song of achilles, highly recommend, made me sob, and achilles pissed me off, like the pride was mental, so I thought that patroclus, my king, deserved some well deserved love and appreciation. The bigger person part is in no way at all a tribute to me because I am the petty bitch you will ever have the displeasure of coming across
basically bards are important in my book series, and that was inspired from the bard yaskier from the Witcher, and I feel like it was something he'd say about himself so I went with that.
'sunshine-snake' because "sunshine" i just decided oneday i was going to be my online name, and snake since i kind of make a hissing sound (that sounds like a snake) when i laugh sometimes :3
Hmmmmmmmmmmm Prob because in Roblox every one called me Violet but I added the Rosie because it was the name of my dog plushie that I lost in 4th grade and cookie because I like cookies so that's why I picked VioletRosieCookie :]
So my.first username was wendigoweirdo but someone told me that it was offensive to native American tribes so I changed it to willow weirdo. And then I just felt like adding the daydreamer because that's was I am :3
back when my username was @/pipermcleandaugterofaphrodite, I saw a post by a Cherokee person talking about how much they hate Piper and that she's not representation because she's stereotypes with legs (fair enough). I'm white, so I have no right to have myself connected to people my ancestors hurt, so I changed my user to what it is now because I'm also Evangeline Fox fictionkin
alright so my first username was skzfangirl143 because i was a skz ult back then and 143 from their song case 143 !! eventually i started stanning more groups and realized SKZfangirl143 didn't cover it so i changed it to written-by-music because i do spend a lot of time listening to music and a lot of the time music and my mood do correlate!
tags: @ivoraaahills @swirled-with-ink @slut-for-han-jisung @heroz-zz @zawranq @atetheluck @phiapiled @phaelusion @randomfriendlyloser @soda-sprite + all of my other moots!
i used to be 'grape-soda-and-impish-behaviour' because i was drinking grape soda a lot and one of my main ocs at the time was called imp then i deactivated and came back as 'soda-imp' cause it was shorter yet still matched my purple theme and mood ^^
and then i changed it to 'soda-sprite' because my theme was sort of greenish with a fairycore vibe to it and my mood was more 'spritely' but i still liked soda and also still wanted to be recognisable to my moots so i kept the soda bit and i haven't changed it since!! :D
i've been thinking of changing it to soda-pop [what some of my moots call me and also the 'pop' bit matches my party theme] though... unsure! :]
Okay, so my real username wasn't actually supposed to be potatoanarchist, I made that up on a whim and I have a mind to change it. It was supposed to be Xaosix, and for a very personal reason.
To keep it as simple as possible for you, someone I knew died a while back. I had known them for my entire life--seriously, they were around since I was a baby. We had a nickname for them and that's why the six that's apart of my username. I'm not specifying what the nickname was.
The other part of my username is a reference to my mom's name. No, her name doesn't start with X. It starts with J, but I've decided to keep it as X to make a little XO sort of w/ the Xaosix. In case you can't see it
XaOsix
The XO is for both her and the person.
If I end up changing my user or online name twenty times and twenty times again, this is something that will always remain the same. It just...hits a bit different when people call me that instead of potato.
As for potatoanarchist...yeah, the reason is a tad sad, too. I've had this...mentality for the past few years that has proven to be incredibly detrimental. And I've always tried to get rid of it, like an anarchist would their government, but it's always felt too small. Like a potato. But then I smiled and got the idea that maybe I could make somebody smile with that username, a small thing ( a potato ) lightening their mood ( anarchist ). So I kept it.
You'll soon notice a lot of the decisions I make are born from personal experiences/ideas.
Deepest apologizes if this just depressed you and ruined the mood of this entire tag game 😭 extra sorry if you were already tagged I really don't know
Okay this is going to be a very long explanation because there is a lot of reasons that impacted my decision...
Just kidding!
I’m actually just terrible at usernames. I sat there thinking “okay, what do I like?” Writing. “What do I have while posting it?” Absolutely no confidence. So… writingwithoutconfidence was born. I’ve debated changing it to writingwithmoreconfidence or something, but honestly I think the original username still fits because every time I post something I immediately reread it like I accidentally committed a crime.
Jay + Alex + A5, Jay's 3 names, combined into one. Sometimes the username is JaylexA5, other times it's Jaylex05. No, I was not born in 05. I've been Jaylex for quite a while now. At some point, I was Broteez xD Still upset that a random shirt company took that name AFTER ME! I had it first. SAME WITH PRISMORIA! SOME COMPANY TOOK THAT AND THE FIRST SPOT IN GOOGLE AFTER MY SITE WAS MADE! It keeps happening
I see a lot of people saying they struggle with scenery or pretty prose. Well, I have something you can try that can give you practice!
Remove a key word.
Yes, that's it.
You're describing a beach? Sand is not longer part of your vocabulary, that's a shame. What are you going to do? Use other descriptors. Do your best to say sand without once using the word. Example here.
Use the other senses.
A lot of people rely too much on sight and sound. Mostly sight, but they add in sound because of dialog. There are other senses! Touch, smell, taste... We can tell the temperature of something based on sound! We can tell if something is wet based on temperature! If you closed your eyes and put your GLOVED hand in water, it'd feel cold, and you'd know its water. Touch gives us so much more information than JUST texture.
Another crazy thing: Look at the nearest object to you. You know what it tastes like, regardless of if you licked it. Don't question how you know this, but you DO! And you know how it would feel on your tongue. Our brain holds more sensory information than you would think.
So yeah,
Remove a word.
Write a blizzard without the word snow. Write about hearing music without the word music, harmony, or any synonym. It doesnt matter if this becomes canon or not. You can use it as practice or use it for real. I am FORCED into this exercise because one of my mcs doesn't know the full English language, and thus, if I'm writing from his perspective, I can't use certain words. Blanket? No, soft square cloth 👌
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Their pace slows. Jay seems to move more purposefully, his watchful eye trained on the silent trees and bushes they pass. It's been like this for a few minutes now. Jacob has no idea what he could be picking up on.
Suddenly, they come to a full stop. Jay pushes his sketchbook out to Jacob roughly, almost knocking the smaller boy down. He adopts the same hold Jay normally has -- crossing his arms over the treasured item in an X, holding it close to his chest. The leather cover is warm, like holding a mug of hot cocoa.
Something large and grey leaps out from hiding, lunging for Jay's thigh, but as if predicting it before it even happened, Jay swiftly sidesteps and brings his knee up hard into the wolf's ribs. The impact sends it sprawling with a pained yelp, limp on the ground.
More shadows emerge from the tree-line. Three, four... Jacob loses count as Jay's hand finds his shoulder, pushing him back against the nearest tree trunk. No words need to be said -- stay out of harms way.
The pendant flares to life under his hoodie, sapphire light bleeding through the fabric. Jay returns his gaze to the enemy. They run, snarling and baring their teeth.
A blinding blue flash.
Another one lies limp in the dirt.
Jay is gone.
His heart races in his chest, his eyes frantically searching for the missing boy. His knuckles turn white from his vicelike grip on the sketchbook.
A bolt of sapphire light flies from the canopy, hitting another wolf. It's flung into a tree hard enough for the tree to shake.
Without Jay in sight, the wolves make a break for him, for Jacob. The monster drops behind them like a cat, silent and lethal. Two quick blasts; the wolves drop mere feet from Jacob's trembling form.
Jacob's breath catches as the wolves crumple just within arm's reach. Too close. Way too close.
The final wolf whimpers and scampers away.
Jay locks eyes with Jacob. The pendant casts a crimson hue over his form; overheating. His eyes... His eyes aren't blue anymore. He averts his gaze to the first wolf that attacked, doused in its own blood. Silently, he rises and approaches the injured creature, taking in its appearance. Then, he kneels by its side and rests a hand on it.
The already overheated pendant burns more energy, sapphire mist spiraling from his hand around the creature. The wolf gasps, its injured leg twitches, then steadies. Still alive, and healing. Jacob watches, still clutching the sketchbook, as the monster becomes Jay again; gentle, protective Jay who can't bear to leave anything suffering.
"They're asleep," Jay's hollow voice informs. "I only laid hands on this one."
Now that it is pointed out... All the motionless wolves scattered around them aren't completely motionless. Their chests rise and fall, their ears twitch. Jay didn't kill a single one.
Jay returns his gaze to Jacob. His eyes are crimson. The chain around his neck sizzles and chars the fabric it touches. "Their territory changed."
Jacob stands shellshocked for a few moments, his throat dry. Then, the question tumbles out. "What... What's with the eyes?"
Shouldn't have asked that.
Jay immediately looks away again, his jaw tightening as he avoids eye contact.
"S-sorry, I just..." Jacob's voice trails off. He's never seen Jay's eyes change color before, and the wrongness of it makes his stomach clench. Normally, Jay stops once the pendant turns red. He forces his legs to move, reaching out to Jay.
"Don't!" Jay is on his feet and creating some distance in a split second, his hand gripping the pendant burning into his chest. "You'll burn yourself."
Jacob looks to the wolf. A burned handprint is left in the fur. Permanent, but better than death. "Okay." He drops his arm down, pausing, his other arm locked around the sketchbook. "Okay." His vision blurs with tears.
What must be an unconscious action, Jay's hand lifts towards Jacob, then stops. "We... We are close to home?" His voice gentles despite the hollow tone. "The wolves wouldn't stray too far from their old territory."
"Shouldn't you take off the necklace?"
"I--" Jay flinches as the red glow pulses brighter momentarily, inhaling sharply. "Can't."
It takes a lot to get a pained response from Jay.
"Okay." Is all Jacob says, nodding. He focuses his blurred vision in the direction they were headed before. "Let's just..." A pause. "Get a bit further, then set up camp."
Jay hums in agreement. No words. The pendant's hold on him is too strong.
Wiping away his tears with his free hand, Jacob starts walking, twigs and leaves snapping under his feet. "Great. Just stop us when we're far enough to be safe."
This is a non-canon piece! This is "If you could say something to your younger self, what would it be?" But written in short story form for one of my ocs, Jay. Great exercise for others to try too! Click Keep Reading to continue.
TWs: A clearly traumatized and manipulated child, no specifics mentioned
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The boy stares up at the giant, unblinking. His face is unreadable. That doesn't matter -- Jay already knows what's always lurking below.
Fear. Nothing but fear.
Jay doesn't approach; he keeps his distance. No. Instead, he finds a wall, lowering himself to the ground with his back against it, sketchbook held firmly to his chest. The boy's eyes follow him, though his body -- his vessel -- remains a statue.
Silence stretches, heavy and unbroken.
He slowly brings the sketchbook down, flipping it open and leafing through the pages. Papers rustle. The boy's gaze hooks onto the movement. It takes Jay a moment, but once he finds a suitable page, he holds the sketchbook up, angled toward the child.
The sketchbook only contains memories, moments that are real. This page is a collage of him and Jacob, moments he wanted to preserve. Physical evidence of what could be for the boy.
A life outside of fear. Etched into graphite.
The boy remains a statue.
"You have permission to move."
The boy blinks a few times, the only hint of his utter confusion. Never is A5 to speak without being spoken to, and yet, Jay just did.
"You also have permission to speak. But don't force yourself."
Time ticks on. Moments pass by, lost.
A5 takes a single, hesitant step forward, his gaze fixed on the drawings. Jay lets the faint smile tugging at his lips show. He turns the sketchbook back towards himself, looking for another page to show.
A5 takes another step forward.
Seconds tick by; not oppressive, just quiet. Patient. Jay flips the sketchbook back towards the child.
Affection. Drawings full of physical contact that doesn't end with blood.
A5 takes a few steps forward -- quite a daring choice.
Jay lifts his gaze to the child. The only reason A5 is making any actions at all is because both of them know who the other is. There isn't a real threat present. Possibly the pendant, but his is inactive currently, so presumably so would A5's. Something could really prove his safety, but...
His gaze flits back down to the sketchbook, his grip tightening. A5 tilts his head by a fraction.
He sets the sketchbook on the ground, face up, and gently pushes it towards the kid.
A5 is quick to grab it and retreat a few steps back, finally taking his eyes off Jay to look through the pages. Pages rustle, a few loose sheets almost fall out as the boy rapidly skims through as much as he can.
Jay chuckles at the display, the curiosity.
That very high-pitched, squeaky sound snaps the boy's attention back to Jay, with a wide eyed stare. The sheer intensity of that stare earns an actual laugh.
"Relax~"
After a few more moments of laser-focused staring, the boy returns to the sketchbook.
Most of the memories held in the sketchbook there are made to be purged. A desperate attempt to get it out of his head any way he can. It's not a pretty story. A few times, A5 remains on a page for longer than others, taking in the sight. Every second that passes by feels like an eternity to Jay.
Nobody should have access to those memories. But he knows himself. A piece of me for a piece of you.
A5 lingers on a page for a while. Then, he turns it around and points to the drawing.
A spotlight shown directly on Jacob on a stage. The world outside of Jacob seems to be nothing but a blur, with nothing but his little star mesmerizing the audience with an enchanting song. It's one of the few pieces with color -- vibrant and alive.
His cheeks heat up, but he tries to ignore that. "He's a singer." A beat. "You haven't heard music, have you?"
The silence speaks for itself.
Jay pats the ground next to himself, inviting the boy to join him. "Here, I can create a memory not in there."
A long hesitation. The sketchbook trembles ever so slightly in A5's hands, barely visible.
The training has wormed into every facet of his being.
He has to remove his weapon, his blade. With a snap of the fingers, a pencil materializes by him. Then, he rips off the pendant, tossing it out of reach.
Without that, A5 is the one with the upper hand here. Jay has the raw size advantage, but A5 still has access to the pendant.
A5's free hand reaches for his own pendant, as if assuring himself it's still there. He closes the distance and holds the sketchbook out to Jay. The giant cautiously takes it, carefully not to move too suddenly. Slowly, he picks up the pencil with his other hand.
The boy's eyes dart to where Jay offered for him to sit before. In one quick motion, he is by Jay's side, on the ground.
Jay sets the sketchbook down on his lap. A minute of internal debating passes by. He takes a short breath and lifts up his arm, and offer for the child to come closer.
Bad idea. He's fast to scoot away, staring at Jay's hand with rapt attention.
Jay retracts the offer, picking the sketchbook back up and flipping it open to a blank page. Without a word, he gets to work sketching something.
Slowly, A5 comes back, peeking at the page. He keeps his distance, but not by much.
The first time he heard Jacob sing. At that point, he wasn't much older than A5 is now. No speech, no expression. Jacob felt safe, so, he stayed by his side most of the time. In this piece, he's stuck staring at the smaller boy similarly to how A5 stared at Jay holding the sketchbook. Full attention on the little star, cautious but with an insatiable curiosity and yearning for more.
"His voice is... It's like a spell," Jay says as he sketches the details into place. "You will want nothing more than to hear it forever."
Even though A5 doesn't visibly react, Jay can sense the confused denial.
"And that smile..." He starts to say as he gets to Jacob's face. "You're going to be annoyed with it at first. Then, you'll want to be the cause~" He adds in the golden star dangling from Jacob's ear, hidden in the mass of graphite hair. "It's enough to bring light to the whole world."
A5 looks up at Jay, unblinking.
"You'll understand eventually~ It's called love."
The stare says a lot. If A5 had the ability to communicate more, he would definitely be saying, "*Ew*, gross!" like any other kid to their parents kissing each other. Jay doesn't mind; he just continues drawing.
"Right now, you are trapped, in the dark. No light. You can hear the monsters, but you can't see them. It's terrifying, but the darkness will consume you if you dare admit it." He explains in a gentle tone. "Then, this bright light appears. That's also scary, maybe even scarier than the dark. So, you try to block it out, to stop its rays from getting into the cage. But it doesn't leave. The darkness isn't as lonely."
A beat.
He looks down at A5.
"I know the light is scary. Seeing the monsters for what they are is scary. But nothing is as bad as the endless night. Don't fear the light; fear the world where you never find it."
