#somane

Chapter 2: Convalescence

The road to Boston isn't really safe for just a single person.

When it stopped to reload, Somane took advantage of it to come back and shoot multiple times at it. The monster rolled to the ground in pain, before ceasing to move entirely as Somane didn't leave him out of their view. When they were sure it was really dead, they left out a sigh of relief.

Wait, where's the other one ?!

The hit they took to their head was the answer they received. The world started to blur as their body was projected from the hit onto the stone border. The sole survivor didn't hear a crack, but they for sure felt their ribs crashing into their internal organs. As they looked up with difficulty, they saw the second hulk hunching onto them, its remaining hand ready to grip on them.

“Stupid puny human. I'm going to crush you and drink your blood.”

Also, here the scene from above that I've commission to the very talented @deacons-wig ! Go check them out, they're awesome <3

Tagged by the coolest @totally-not-deacon and the sweet @just-another-wasteland-merc (since at least forever). Thank you guys !

Tagging in return @diredigression, @detectiveidiotboy and @slyjinks (if you're interested of course)

I've wrote a lot lately, but had a hard couple of days, so I didn't felt like sharing (until today!). So here's a part of Chap2 Convalescence:

TW: Mention of "pestilence"/vermin

They tried to calm their rapidly increasing heart beat as they saw train remains from afar. Like the cars, they weren't of any use anymore, relics of a time where traveling was as easy as buying a ticket. The first wagon that they passed was opened, probably emptied from a good century or two. The rest of it was overturned on the side, like a dead beast whose corpse have been ripped apart by deseperate survivors searching for supplies. Flashbacks of a sudden bright white and red light reflected in the sole survivor's eyes. The abrupt sound of scraped metal made them jump, and a feral emerged from the waggon, reminding them of a putrid fly popping out from a rotten body. The superposition of the images in their mind made them realise something horrible that should have been obvious to them from the beginning: Ghouls used to be people like them. Perhaps even people of their time. People they used to know.

I wanted to do this post since this morning, but I procratinated it sooo much. Well, here is it.

Tagged as usual by the delightful @adventuresofmeghatron

Not tagging everyone because I’m lazy and it’s late here.

I’ve finished chapter 2 of Survive, and I kinda started the next one, so here a piece of it. I really like the idea of Goodneighboor being a anarchist community that have a different organisation so I put a bit of it into my story. And yeah, it’s more than six sentences and there is only the dialogues, but sush:

« Can you just....leave Goodneighbor ? Aren't you the Mayor ? Don't you have responsabilities and all ? »

He laughed softly at that, trying not to offense them.

« If you think this kind of community only work because of One man in charge, you would greatly mistaken. I'm only doing a part of the work, dealing with papers, organisation and that kind of stuff. Fahrenheit can easily replace me anytime, or anybody else for that matter. »

He continued.

« Goodneighboor is a state of mind, a community based on the people, for the people. I'm only the face of this whole thing because of a course of events. » He turned serious. « And that's why I need that to not get to my head and leave for a bit. »

He looked at Somane, giving them a charming smirk.

« But don't worry, the mayor's still the mayor, whether he's 'in residence' or not. Won't be the first time anyway.»

« And you want to come with me ? » They asked.

My favorite thing lately is the freedom that my OC bring me in my writting. Usually I'm super stiff in trying to write characters in fandoms as "accurate" as possible, because my biggest fear is to do OOC. My OC is great because I don't really have to overthink anything, they basically write themselves xD Those are the good days, where you just have to let the character "naturally" react and just "record them doing shit" lol

tagged by @adventuresofmeghatron, thank you for keeping tagging me even if I don’t always do it <3

Still not tagging, but maybe next time :D

Again, I will put some of my (still not published) fic Survive, with the Chapter 2: Red is the neon reflected in the blood of the pavement:

The two enemies present hitted the floor before behing able to send the alarm. They made their way carefully to the opened room on they left.

They were not prepared for what they saw. Taking support on a wall, Somane vomit everything they could. Twice. Even for Nick, who had seen a lot during his past -both human and synthethic-, the scene was horrifying.

There was blood everywhere, heads on spikes and various corpses of raiders on the floor. Dark red gloomy looking paintings where covering the left wall. No wonder the place smell like something rotten...

« What kind of monster could think this is art ? » he muttered under his breath while approaching the gruesome canvas.

just the other day I told the English teacher that I won't take any more lectures from him  this summer & may take them on schooldays because I'm still trying to organize my lectures schedule & taking 4 subjects is hard enough so 5 is unquestionable but he refused saying that he only gives lectures in summer & since I'm no longer a student of his he told me to give back his malzama & got pretty annoyed & mad at me :(

Anyways , the problem is that while I was memorizing stuff in the malzama I forgot to take out Sasuke-kun's bookmark out of it before returning it & after 11 hours when I got home & wanted to put this bookmark in another book I remembered that I've forgotten to take it out :"(