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Please reblog and add your nationality in the tags along with what you answered! I'm very curious about this; and it's not to shame anybody, so don't be rude!
TEN THOUSAND YEARS
Ji-Hong had woken up to the feeling of tears trickling over the bridge of his nose, verging the corner of his mouth, the edge of his lips, and tumbling ultimately down into his pillow. Ji-Hong had woken up, having already opened his eyes for far too long, with him already too familiar with his surroundings.
His eyelids so heavy to raise, yet the emptiness of wake, the missing presence of repose filled almost every alcove, every crevasse of his consciousness. Almost, and not all, because his tongue was tingling for the sweetness of pears; his hands, the fragile but subtile fragrance of the water bursting through and out the raw fruit; the crisp, tapered length of skin spiralling out of control into his lap.
Ji-Hong reached for his canteen, and drank a gulp of dusty, stagnant water.
It was the best he had on hand.
Communion (from The Missionary)
The Missionary sighs.
His talons latch unto the bed’s iron frame.
A claw endlessly stroking the same tuft of hair.
The Missionary lowers his head, forlorn.
Hopeless.
A ray of sunlight hits his pilot’s temple, the corner of his eyes.
No reaction.
Sunset, is there a sign? Is there a sign on the skyline? Is it just beyond reach? Is there a line on the skyline? Sunset, is there any sign of a story line? Over there, over where?
His pilot lets out a blow of hot air.
His skin is dewy.
The Missionary wants to bring his wings down and forward, cover his little pilot with a blanket of shade during the summer day.
The Missionary
“Then I’ll save him again!” he cried, lifting the man to meet his eyes. “You don’t understand the gravity of the situation, do you? He’s maybe just a pilot — an aristocrat, for that matter — but he’s mine,” he roared through his bare teeth, “We don’t fly for leisure; we do it for the men in the trenches. We want to ease his life; we keep the enemy fighters away. I know what you think of me: you think I am nothing but a dog obedient to a master— yet we are more noble and more loyal to each other than you are with another human.”
MASTERPOST
ENOUGH ROPE
prologue
one • two • three • four • five • six • seven • eight • nine • ten • eleven • twelve • thirteen • fourteen • fifteen • sixteen
EVEN A WORM WILL TURN
one • two • three • four • five • six • seven • eight • nine • ten • eleven • twelve • thirteen • fourteen
• fifteen • sixteen • seventeen • eighteen • nineteen • twenty • twenty-one • twenty-two •
twenty-three
• twenty-four • twenty-five • twenty-six • twenty-seven • twenty-eight • twenty-nine • thirty • thirty-one •
the last time i watched ml was several years ago and even though i only have minimal grasp of the current storyline, this shit slaps
Woa yo I've definitely been drawing a lot of tanks as of late - here they all are!
From top to bottom, left to right:
Nikita Alexeev
Sleipnir Williams and Dakota Ferrence
Eadi
Pallas Victoria Lorraine
and my tanksona whom is a fauxbot that acts exactly like me but cooler
How Long Should A Chapter Be?
If you scroll through my blog long enough, you'll find that I've rebloged and/or have said something about how long a chapter should be. Though I don't entirely disagree with what I've posted before, I think I need to make something clear.
DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional. I don't have any traditionally published works (one day I will, hopefully), and I don't have the experience of a pro. I am just an eager learner online sharing what I know and have recently learned. Corrections, suggestions, and constructive criticism are welcome.
Your word count per chapter isn't that important.