#shellalana

Single sentence warmups. Also accepting them here.

“Dr. Zed, coffee.”

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[... thanks, mom]

The yellow fuzz covering the duck’s body was faded with age. And the musty smell clinging to it indicated it must have gone unloved, sitting in a dark closet for years on end, until today. The faint scents of hair gel and gun smoke intermingled with the mustiness indicated that the closet in question had been his mother’s. Irregardless of its age, it had managed to retain its softness, and K’ kept rubbing circles against its cheek with his bare left thumb to savour it.

It was a cutesy little thing; very much something a child would enjoy. Which meant it was the exact opposite of his own taste of aesthetics. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to toss it across the other side of the room. Not when he’d first entered his quarters and caught sight of it. And not now when he was sitting on the bed, the little black eyes staring blankly through him.

For some strange reason “Duckie” hovered at the very edge of his tongue, begging to be vocalised, the longer he stared at it. And the more he stared at it, the more the simplistic billed face began to blur, until it had smeared away to illegible black and orange blobs amongst the sea of faded yellow.

His first tear kissed it just by the blush marks under one eye.

The rest found the top of its head when they didn’t hit his knees, the plush now being crushed against him in a hug. The softness of it tickled at his bare chest every time he shook with a quiet sob.

He didn’t truly know why he was crying, the vague feelings and images clawing at the fringes of his mind too indistinct to make much sense of. The only thing clear to him was a sense of bittersweetness. There was sadness, as with a lot of the erased and repressed memories he was recalling more and more of every day. But it was intermingled with a pure, unbridled sense of joy. It made things confusing in regards to how he should feel; were these tears of anguish or happiness? Both?

Duckie!

A strangled noise bubbled from his throat. His fingers clawed against the duck’s body, gripping it tighter against him, as if afraid it would be ripped away cruelly at a moment’s notice.

Dimly, he was thankful he’d had the foresight to close and lock his door. These tears weren’t for anyone else; it was a way to process all that had been done to him and what had been lost.

Punching people’s faces in and chugging cheap booze only helped as crutches so much. They were distractions rather than balms; a means to run from the emotional weakness he always kept under lock and key, lest it drown him. But to finally give into the tsunami of emotions always being kept tightly leashed, while overwhelming, was also kind of... relieving.

I think you’ve forgotten how bad she can drag them down that rabbit hole of a story to the point of flustering him/pissing him off

You can bet your bum I'm going to stay up and read these tonight.

*suddenly very very nervous* I mean, just don’t... expect too much? They’re unfinished and unbeta’d and just kinda... not good at times

Tell me more about this boy.

Marlex is a nightclub owner, his race is called the Iridensce, an humanoid race of aliens with iridescent skin and bioluminescents. They have a culture based around indulgence, free love, and parties, 

when they where exposed to humans for the first time a majority really attached onto 1970s disco and its aesthetics, Marlex is one such iridensce 

his nightclub is a huge roller rink and disco club set up

Your blog-based dialogue prompt is:“This month is a mess.”“But we’re in it together! 

Based on this post of yours and sending you some positive vibes! 

Your summary should include, at minimum, the setting for your fic and the major plot hook.

A lot of us are used to writing really short 2-3 line summaries for our fics. For this challenge, since this is what artists will be basing their claims on, we’re asking for something longer - think the paragraph on the back of a book rather than the blurb on the front.

For example, you might take the typical short summary:

Handsome Jack gets a new PA. Hijinks ensue.

And expand it to something like this:

On Helios, Handsome Jack’s PA’s have notoriously short careers. The ones that don’t quit outright tend to disappear under questionable circumstances. Rhys knows this - but the money is really good, and his career’s stalled out, and what does he really have to lose (besides possibly his life)?

Jack wants this PA to be like all the others - marginally competent, and mostly invisible. The problem is that Rhys is annoyingly competent and distractingly hot - and has so far proved completely impervious to Jack’s completely reasonable advances. Jack’s had a talk with HR. It’s totally fine.

Now if only Rhys would get on board.