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9 Lines, 9 People Tag

thanks so much @spideronthesun for the tag! it's been a while, y'all

tagging: @illarian-rambling @topazadine @seastarblue @eternalwritingstudent

@dearunreliablenarrator @leahnardo-da-veggie @skullduggeryandfilibuster @satohqbanana

@agirlandherquill and anyone who would also like to do it!

this is a bit at the end of chapter 16 where some revelations have been made and some feelings admitted to (if only to himself)

Uthyr would have pointed out that he’d also have been with a foreigner if he’d married Alma, but a horrid squeezing emotion spread his words thin as they left his lungs. “Betrothed to a foreigner?” “Oh yes, probably the only person who can stand him. I can’t remember the man’s name. It’s something interesting. Only seen him once and all I could think was how he could possibly make it through his everyday life with so much hair.” Pain struck Uthyr’s heart so sharply it felt wrong that it didn’t bleed. Stupid, hopeless, unrequited fantasy. Of course Crucius was betrothed.

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9 Lines, 9 People Tag

Got tagged by lovely @mrbexwrites (x)! Thank you very much!

Passing the torch onto: @alintalzin @melpomene-grey @satohqbanana @addomfarm-ogf-updates @illarian-rambling

@cain-e-brookman @angelfevr @storycraftcafe @hyba & anyone else who wants to do it!

I have been editing a lot lately. It's been really fun and it helped me to get into the rhythm of writing! I'm very proud of how the new additions and edits have been coming along. Hopefully I will be able to share more soon.

The interior was dimly lit, with thick layers of dust and the stains of spilled drinks covering the floor. When Adamas attempted to turn on the lights, the lightbulbs popped, and there was an abandoned radio near the window that continued to play hits from the nineties. The moths had chewed on the curtains, but the view from the window was absolutely breathtaking, with wheatfields and beautiful woods in sight. Adamas had already begun devising a list of suggestions for his brother, beginning with the ones that he would like himself. A library which customers could peruse while waiting for their order, as well as colorful vases of stunning flowers adorning every corner of the room. A rat ran past him and disappeared into the wall. Adamas sighed, knowing that it was going to be a headache for Edvardas since he didn’t like rodents.

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everyone loves dominant knights. this is perfectly fine, i see the appeal. however.

i looove knights who are deadly on the field, extremely capable, strong and competent, but desperate to put it down, just for a moment, and be taken care of. knights who have handlers to relax them, to bring them back down from the excitement of battle and training until their fried nerves give out. knights who look up with puppydog eyes and trust their handler implicitly, without complication or doubt.

(and, it goes without saying, knights who fall to their knees and take what they're given, who say thank you for everything they receive, who obey without hesitation. following orders feels good, after all-- why should it be any different in their quarters than on the field?)

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writers, what are you proudest of this year?

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your tumblr avatar is who you are on the outside, and your discord avatar is your true self

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trying to be more active here is unfortunately and often incompatible with word count progress which is to say, I miss you all and I've officially hit 47k words

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favorite character from any media BUT it has to be a woman. in the tags now go (pls talk to me about your favorite fictional women pls pls pls pls)

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Said the Newly Deceased it gets best when you earn that everything sings the lights turn rain to gold gold is only beautiful on the neck laying next to you soft breath. silver moon. aged linen. sometimes the wind sounds like a name being called if you stay long enough, the crows know you by the  top of your head the tops of your fathers shoulders couldn’t touch the sky so you had to help him by lifting your hands up up up baby sisters cry when they’re hungry. how wonderful  to cry when you’re hungry. and to be fed. to feed others the burden of too much better than the shame of not enough. to have the sense to fill in the missing steps of a recipe is to speak the language of a dead woman. to die. to see what it was for.  it was purposeless.  it was for nothing. but it was. it was for a bit. the pain, only in losing. in being lost. in the end of a  moment. the knowledge it will never be again. could never be again. and how wonderful. how absurd. how rare it all was. how awful. but to do it all again… Said God, taking the Newly Deceased by the hand That is beautiful. And I am sorry.

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Said the Newly Deceased it gets best when you earn that everything sings the lights turn rain to gold gold is only beautiful on the neck laying next to you soft breath. silver moon. aged linen. sometimes the wind sounds like a name being called if you stay long enough, the crows know you by the  top of your head the tops of your fathers shoulders couldn’t touch the sky so you had to help him by lifting your hands up up up baby sisters cry when they’re hungry. how wonderful  to cry when you’re hungry. and to be fed. to feed others the burden of too much better than the shame of not enough. to have the sense to fill in the missing steps of a recipe is to speak the language of a dead woman. to die. to see what it was for.  it was purposeless.  it was for nothing. but it was. it was for a bit. the pain, only in losing. in being lost. in the end of a  moment. the knowledge it will never be again. could never be again. and how wonderful. how absurd. how rare it all was. how awful. but to do it all again… Said God, taking the Newly Deceased by the hand That is beautiful. And I am sorry.

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i have to go do too much cooking for tomorrow but please have these updated pictures of my terrible son to remember me by

okay i love you goodbye

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When the unerringly loyal right-hand men are referred to as dogs in the canon text

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hey some of your are new here and I'm too tired to make another post, so like reblog etc etc to be on my tag list

(is this meme still a thing? like, reblog, reply, etc etc etc if you wanna be on my tag list)

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Nice to see you too! I still have your ask in my inbox, and will be answering it as soon as i have the energy lol

didn't mean to make my first post after *checks wrist* a long time to be a salt post but it was necessary.

anyway. the horrors persist but so do i, etc etc. how's everyone

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Thank you!! Job life stress etc has been a lot so I'm glad to be back!!

didn't mean to make my first post after *checks wrist* a long time to be a salt post but it was necessary.

anyway. the horrors persist but so do i, etc etc. how's everyone

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I think that's what the Bailey School Kids books were dsfhkdfsjghlsd

i put on that reblog about the ghost thing and then remembered that one of my best friends writes horror and every time i've picked up one of his books or when we do a writer's group i text him, "Alright I'm starting it. There better not be any spooky shit in this one, Lakin."

and then I get a grimace emoji back

[cain-e-brookman]

i put on that reblog about the ghost thing and then remembered that one of my best friends writes horror and every time i've picked up one of his books or when we do a writer's group i text him, "Alright I'm starting it. There better not be any spooky shit in this one, Lakin."

and then I get a grimace emoji back

[cain-e-brookman]

didn't mean to make my first post after *checks wrist* a long time to be a salt post but it was necessary.

anyway. the horrors persist but so do i, etc etc. how's everyone