lonely-path

By No Constraint (chpt 44)

A holotape, an echo, a missing son; the Commonwealth awaits. Travelling a lonely path laced with blood and grief, Quinn finds herself thrust into a world of chaos, with only the kindness of a few to guide her. But when events unfold that brings a friend’s world crashing down, can Quinn find the strength to pull them both through the trials of steel to the other side?

SS x Danse

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Thanks to my amazing beta, waiting4morning, for her wonderful work! Thanks to Musashi1596 for the title.

My hands are nearly healed…

Inspiration for the beginning of this chapter came from a piece of fanart I received a few weeks ago from @amaltheren. I had an idea for it, but this art definitely shaped it into what it is now.

Chapter spoilers (kinda) if you click on it.

Also, thank you to @musashi1596, @fallendawn, @mondesme, and @milykitty5 from tumblr for the Spanish translation help!

Major Brotherhood/Danse spoilers.

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Luperca’s Lament

The Airport. That’s where Vivian Cooper said she would find Rachel. The Airport.

After the state Rachel had been in yesterday, Quinn was surprised that she’d managed to drag herself anywhere, never mind all the way down to the ground floor, surrounded by officers and an increased chance of bumping into Proctor Ingram.

She ignored the salute the lancer gave her as she clambered inside the nearest vertibird, and sighed at the response of, “Yes, ma’am,” at her request to be taken to the ground.

Only a few had seen the elusive knight-sergeant, but every finger pointed in the same direction: Rachel had gone inside the ruins.

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9/9 is chara’s birthday! 

… at least, it’s a feasible birthday for them! as it happens, chara could have been born on 9/9/99 and still remain a child in 201X. coupled with chara’s love for nines, it seems like the perfect date to celebrate a wonderful character!

whether they’re a lonely child on the path to redemption, a stoic and calculated killer, or anything in between, show chara you care by dedicating one day to creating fanworks starring them! music, pictures, prose – you name it – of anything that involves canon, AU, or whatever topics you can think of.

we’ll be pumping out some original content, too! if you’d like to join us, just post some birthday fanworks and we’ll reblog it on sept 9.

Dirt Path

a lone figure
shuffles down a desolate dirt path
passing a row of stick figure trees
with branches as thin as twigs
and just as easy as to snap
overhead mottled grey clouds
ripple with uncertainty
yet he shuffles ahead undeterred
unconcerned with what the horizon holds
because he is not going somewhere
he is leaving something behind
____
hypnotic sez:

A lone figure shuffles down a desolate dirt path, passing a row of stick figure trees with branches as thin as twigs and just as easy to snap. Overhead mottled grey clouds ripple with uncertainty, yet he shuffles ahead undeterred, unconcerned with what the horizon holds, because he is not going somewhere, he is leaving something behind.

Don’t write a poem if what you come up with is better as prose.

Dirt Path

a lone figure
shuffles down a desolate dirt path
passing a row of stick figure trees
with branches as thin as twigs
and just as easy to snap
overhead mottled grey clouds
ripple with uncertainty
yet he shuffles ahead undeterred
unconcerned with what the horizon holds
because he is not going somewhere
he is leaving something behind.

I was not quite expecting Journal Three to just turn into a tragic pile of memes, and yet this, in no particular order, is the result of Journal Three in my friendgroup.

I was born strange, I am ATTRACTED TO THE STRAAANGE
Blessed. Muse.
–BATCH. OUT. FOR. WILL.
–I have no need for G-rated adventures (/Ford is too a thirteen year old girl)
–HEY NOW YOU’RE AN ALL STAR

–Ford walks a lonely road, the only one that he has ever known/FORD MUST WALK HIS STRANGE LONELY STRANGE PATH ALONE

–I hear the author is ripped, I hear the author has an eight pack.
–Too Edgy SIXever.

–”Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered I have fought my way here to to the castle at the center of the nightmare realm…”

–Publish zero papers.
???
PROFIT.

@fandomrebels @darkanachronism Did I forget anything?

2

The bounty hunter and the alchemist.

They had met in the Boneyard, two lonely souls walking opposite paths. Erol calls it destiny that they crossed. Copperhead calls it dumb luck.

A bounty hunter turned bodyguard, decisions made by the promise of gold and a lack of prey. The hardened wildclaw joined the ridgeback on his trek to the Wyrmwound with nothing but money on the mind. Through the dead sands of the Boneyard, to the cliffs of Rotrock Rim, to the bone-like pillars of the Wyrmwound. A clan to welcome them with open arms. Safe and sound.

Yet while the hunter’s side of the bargain had been fulfilled his mind had long since drifted. From money to adventure to companionship. All this time he had listened to the chatty ridgeback. Listened to his stories and his dreams. His past and his future. And to his surprise he had enjoyed every minute of it. The need to hunt ebbed away along with his restlessness.

So when Erol asked him to stay, he gladly obliged. Their paths had entwined, and something else was dominating his thoughts now. Someone else. A happiness crackled through him like never before. Treasure be damned he only wanted to be by his side. To hear the endless nattering of the toothy ridgeback. To see his smile.

That was all the payment he needed.