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Oh, hey there Bolek ... whatcha got there? Probably ... uhh ... probably shouldn't be letting the bloodsucking monster ... uhh ... clean your wounds like that ... he might go getting ideas ...

come on, just a little taste!

sick nasty commission for @elkieselkiewrites

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heads up seven up

tagged by @elkieselkiewrites ! (thanks jasper!)

Bismah lets out a harsh sigh through her nose, and pours the kettle over her coffee. “Fuckin’ Raved is talking about his stupid fucking conspiracies again,” she says, annoyed. “I thought he’d grow out of them after he grew up, but no, he’s still out there spouting nonsense about the Firstborn destroying our home planet, or whatever.” “And his voice,” Tally says, amused but sympathetic. “Ugh, his voice,” Bismah concurs. “Loud, and insistent. Wish I could just turn off my comms line, but the bastard would freak out if I did, and no one needs to have to deal with the mood he’d be in for the rest of the week after that.” “You suffer greatly,” Tally offers, magnanimous. “And you deserve honey.”

from my perpetually-in-limbo scifi/futuristic/false chosen one project, orioles! and with some foreshadowing, too... (if it ever goes further than the first 1.3k i wrote in a fugue)

open tag! (no pressure, of course <3)

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Sorry I've been afk, I've been really sick, and I'm still pretty sick, and it turns out sleeping all day is not conducive to writing or interacting with people :((

I miss you all, and I'll be back soon, I promise, I'm just trying to shake this fever OTL

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Ida - The Postmaster's Apprentice

I'm honestly so excited to share this commission I got of Ida from the talented and effervescent @verkomy

I'm so thrilled with how she turned out! The colours, the textures, the costume design... everything is just A++

I hope you all enjoy this as much as I do (and give Kasia a wee follow, because all of her art is so warm and lovely)

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No Better Callout

written for Flash Fiction Friday 315, event hosted by @flashfictionfridayofficial

WIP ✵ Revolve

Trigger Warnings ✵ N/A

Rating ✵ Gen

Wordcount ✵ 550

Valja reaches the training grounds to Rozil's and Eslok's stifled laughter, looking at something covered by the door. Valja looks at Fuunmi at her side, and the othe rolls nir eyes impossibly far back.

She reaches the others, still shaken by the occasional giggle. Following their gazes, she finds Niev in a corner, talking with his kid in a voice far too soft to hear anything.

‹What are you laughing at?› Fuunmi asks, only to be quietly shushed.

Eslok pulls Fuunmi closer, twisting nem to look at the father-son duo. Valja moves before xe can grab her. ‹Don't make it obvious, but listen,› xe says.

Niev's words are still impossibly quiet, and Valja has to strain her ears to catch anything.

And then, Edra's eyes land on them behind his father's shoulder. He nods along to whatever Niev is saying and blinks up at him with big eyes, the perfect incarnation of innocence, and speaks far louder. ‹But åppa, Lukiat helps. And he's always signing my forms and talking to the tutors with you, isn't he?›

Valja, somewhat lost, tilts her head at the hesitation clearly radiating from Niev. She looks at Rozil, but the other woman just shakes her head, biting her lip like laughter will burst out of her. It makes Valja just barely miss Niev's reply, though it's an obvious one.

Edra nods almost solemnly, like Niev's answer held the secrets of the universe, and says matter-of-factly, ‹then Lukiat is dada.›

Valja chokes on her breath. Beside her, Rozil and Eslok burst into laughter, while Fuunmi's gasp quickly turns into a breathy chuckle.

If looks could kill, Niev would have had them buried milliseconds ago. ‹No,› he says, just as loud, but his expression falters. ‹You can think that, but you can't say it.›

‹But why?› Edra whines, and Valja almost feels sad for Niev. Almost. She definitely feels sad for Edra though.

‹Because court rules are court rules,› Ayhan says, appearing from nowhere as usual. He lays a hand on Edra's back, and before either father or son can say anything he continues. ‹But court rules are boring, so go call dada. Better yet, call him Otà.›

‹Ayhan,› Niev starts to warn among Rozil's and Eslok's second burst of laughter, only to be squeezed tight by his kid's infamous hug.

‹Yay! Be right back,› the kid yells, before disappearing down one of the paths half skipping and half flying.

Niev groans, but gets cut off by Ayhan's pat on his shoulder — still too strong as Niev has to open his wings lest he careens to the ground.

‹Cheer up, man. Lukiat won't even question it,› he says as he pulls Niev toward the chuckling circle.

Niev fixes him with a glare that is half-hearted at most. ‹No, but everyone else will.›

Valja can't help the smile that pulls at the corner of her mouth. ‹Hate to break it to you, but people have been talking for a long while now.›

‹Yes. About since Lukiat took Edra on as his ward,› Eslok grins, eyes full of mishief. ‹You've been coparenting how long? Two years?›

‹Shut up, Es.›

Roziltea, apparently deciding to take one for the team, grins up at Niev. ‹What? It's not like you don't wish it were true.›

The eye-twitch Niev gets is pure gold.

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✵ Revolve Taglist ✵ @corinneglass @aalinaaaaaa @write-with-will @mymomsaysbobcipher @writeintrees @firesidefantasy @inspirationallybored @askyaphelion

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if you don't know how to end a written work you should be able to just let the words fade out like an 80s song and not resolve anything for the reader

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Happy WBW! Your institute is obviously an important location in Bloodmood, but are there any other institutes? If so, where are they and how do they differ? If not, is there a reason why not?

In the UK we have Institutes in Aberdeen, Edinburgh, Belleville (fictional town near Carlisle in the northwest of England; this is where Bloodmood is set), London, Aberystwyth and Cardiff. Each Institute, while not autonomous, doesn't necessarily share all it's data with the other Institutes, as sharing information can add to information leaks. They are all under commission from the UK government.

In other countries we have other Institutes, probably with cooler names and cooler uniforms. I have a lot of friends in Sweden and Finland so I do want to write a Bloodmood adventure where the characters visit Nordic countries, so seeing how the Institutes are different over there might be more exciting!

While in the UK the main problem is werewolves (as it is an infectious condition) I imagine in the Nordic countries they have more troll problems (...elaborate excuse to write fanfiction of the greatest Norwegian film Trollhunter...)

The problem with everything being secret is that new organisations can arise without knowing about the Institutes. Everywhere there are 'Scooby Doo' style gangs of paranormal investigators starting grassroots organisations. These are usually found by Institute agents and disbanded, but sometimes they can be quite successful and get their own facilities, and the official Institutes may work alongside them - the USA in North America has several non-government-funded groups like this.

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Incorrect Quotes Tag #5

@elkieselkiewrites tagged me for this, thanks!

Rules: use this site to generate some incorrect quotes for your characters and share them

n ok the last couple times I did this it was with shapeshifter wip & the mercenary mages so

dnd time and if you're wondering yes I did just keep going

ft; Maverick, Nelaeryn, Temerity, Aria, Chant, Pahzrasi, Newt, Phorg, Razmatazz, Tosh, Karo

tagging @albatris, @tracle0, @flock-from-the-void if you'd like :3

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Karo: Kill him. Temerity: This is the kind of quality advice I look for.

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Temerity: How high are you? Phorg: Mm, I don’t know how to say it in feet. Pahzrasi: No, they’re asking what drugs are you on. Phorg: Oh, antidepressants, why?

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Aria: Could you be anymore annoying? Nelaeryn: Yes.

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Chant: You gotta slow down and smell the flowers… appreciate life’s miracles. Chant: Like me. I’m life’s greatest miracle.

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Temerity: *pitches an idea* Karo, impressed: Huh, there might be something here! Pahzrasi, under their breath: Yeah, a lawsuit.

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Newt: PEASANT. I REQUIRE SUSTENANCE. Temerity: You know there are other ways to say you want McDonalds. Newt: FOUL PLEBEIAN. YOU DARE SPEAK AGAINST ME— Temerity: *sigh* What do you want? Newt: Chicken nuggets please.

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Temerity: You have friends and I envy that. Maverick: You're welcome to share my friends. Temerity: *looks at Nelaeryn and Chant* Temerity: I don't want those.

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Pahzrasi: Tell me a little about yourself. Karo: I'd rather not, I really like this group.

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Maverick, making a cup of tea: Yeah, get into that leaf juice, you sexy, sexy bee sauce. Karo: Hey, do you take constructive criticism? Maverick: I absolutely fucking do not.

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*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’* Tosh: Thanks fam! Chant: Oh no. Aria: *cries* I love you too. Karo: Sounds fake, but okay. Razmatazz: *A flustered mess* Nelaeryn: Can I get a refund?

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Newt: What are you writing? Chant: The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information. Tosh, looking over Chant's shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.

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Chant: But what about Pahzrasi? They were my SOULMATE! Nelaeryn: You said that about a ball of yarn once!

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*The gang responding to being stabbed by a sword* Newt: Rude. Chant: That's fair. Maverick: Not again. Karo: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it?

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Tosh: I’m scared that when you become rich and famous you’ll be embarrassed by me. Nelaeryn: Oh Tosh, I’m already embarrassed by you.

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Phorg: Maverick, don’t go picking a fight with Karo. Don’t forget, they’re powerful, they could make life difficult for you. Maverick: Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life.

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Phorg: Maverick isn’t answering my messages. Nelaeryn: Allow me. Phorg: I tried 6 times, what makes you thi- Maverick: *replying to message* Hello.

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Ough the parallels...

Victor -

Victor was silent for a moment, contemplating this. Why was murder wrong? A normal person killing another normal person was bad, yes, but a vampire killing a mortal? That was just the food chain. He tried to digest this sentiment but he found the whole idea hard to swallow. What was really nagging him is that his first apparent victim was Belladonna, a girl he barely knew. It should have been Harriet.

Again, he reeled with horror. Where did that thought come from?! But he felt it as a palpable ache in his chest – Harriet was his, not this drunk stranger. His first kill was supposed to be special – not that he had been planning a first kill! – but he felt it should have been a crime of passion of some sort. This felt like an accident, a mistake, and not a very poetic one.

Harriet -

“You should have been on fire – this much healthy tissue means you were healing as fast as the skin was burning, which would have required several pints of blood. More than four. People pass out if they lose more than four pints. They can even go into hepatic shock and die, which means this,” she tapped his forearm with a finger, “this is the skin of a killer.”

He stopped trying to pull away and just stared at her.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Um. You’ve been through a lot, maybe now is not the time to talk about this?”

“You’re deflecting.”

“So are you! Shouldn’t you be grieving?”

She let the silence say how insensitive his question was. She let go of his arm.

“Sorry.”

The silence continued. Eventually she sighed. “It was bound to happen at some point, you are a monster after all. I just thought in the end it was going to be me. Your first kill, I mean.”

He stared at her, his expression unreadable but somehow bordering on awe.

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Keeping myself going by writing fluffy post-canon codas instead of the actual novel

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Zonnemaagd | Writeblr Introduction

Hej everyone ♥ I'm Hina! My old intro was more than a year old so I thought it was time for a new one! I've also just settled a lot of work stuff so I'm excited to get more involved again as I finish the final draft of my wip!

Some basic facts about me and my writing:

I'm in my late 20's and I am very sapphic. Zonnemaagd means 'Maiden of the Sun' in Dutch.

My main blog is @zeenimf so I follow from there!

I like experimenting with genre, but all my stories usually include at least a little magic or normally unexplainable phenomena.

A lot of my inspiration comes from atmospheric video games like Nier and Zelda while Peter Newman's The Vagrant had the biggest influence on my writing style.

I looooove video games. Currently hooked on Final Fantasy XIV for which I write headcanons about my character on @nymph-from-ivalice. League of Legends is my other big time sink though I love finding new indie games to hyperfixate onto.

If there is one book I can recommend to everyone it's Kazuo Ishiguro's Klara and the Sun.

When I'm inside I'm always listening to music. Chuu, Gigi Perez, Ethel Cain and Lamp are artists I've been listening to a lot recently.

I have a separate sideblog for my poetry at @colombette.

If you need to bribe me strawberries and/or cake will do.

Phei of the Wind introspective fantasy | 5th draft

A harpy priestess glides down from her home in the clouds while no one else seems to care that their world is withering away. Follow Phei as she is faced with the wounds of a dying kingdom stained with blood spilled a long, long time ago. | wip intro | masterpost |

Heavenly Tides high fantasy | 1st draft | Dutch folklore

The Great Mage Umzand is prophesied to prevent the Moonquake: the moon crashing into the ocean and drowning out the world. One problem, however, is that Umzamd is dead, leaving her pupil Seo to travel across the republic on a quest to bring her back from the dead. | wip intro | masterpost |

Farewell my Eyjafjörður paranormal romance | 2nd draft | sapphic

Sigga returns home to her small village in Iceland after a disastrous piano concours. Her childhood friends (and crush) join her but the night takes a bad turn when vengeful spirits break free from the ice and do not intend to let them go easily, if at all. | wip intro | masterpost |

Starpath sci-fi | brainstorming

An antiques trader has found a modest living for himself and his pet bear-cat smuggling old furniture, only to find himself suddenly involved in an intergalactic conspiracy about the fabled home-planet of 'Earth'. | wip intro| masterpost |

A Clearing in the Snow A cat wanders into a clearing and thinks about life. | full story |

So Long, Traveller A traveller arrives at a mysterious station filled with faceless passers-by. The inspector's words ring through his mind. We all have a ticket here. | full story |

The Tale of Rook and the Fox' Trail It falls upon Rook to travel across the trail and meet the lost souls along the way. Only she can restore the path so all souls can move on. | full story |

Over / Leven An android responds to an emergency call from HQ. She was built to kill forlorn, but as she keeps talking to her operator doubt begins to grow in her unbeating heart. Do I even have a heart? she wonders. | full story |

Now that got a biiiit longer than I wanted, but I really wanted to stuff in everything! I love talking about writing and everything so my askbox and dm's are always open! Please tell me about your wips, your stories or your poems! Let's finish those suckers together ♥

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OC Interview Tag

Thank you @ark-inkweaving for the tag (and for keeping me writing even when I'm feeling low/unmotivated)

I'll tag @merlot-and-rainstorms, @wingedcatastrophe @houndsofcorduff and @rookitowrites but only if you fancy it!

The template questions are below, and Ida's answers are under the cut:

Are you named after anyone?

When was the last time you cried?

Do you have kids?

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

What’s your eye colour?

Scary movies or happy endings?

Any special talents?

Where were you born?

Do you have any pets?

What sort of sports do you play?

How tall are you?

What was your favourite subject in school?

What is your dream job?

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1. Are you named after anyone? Ida: I think my father had an aunt called Ida, but it is not an uncommon name in Eathel, so I can't be sure.

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2. When was the last time you cried? Ida: I don't consider myself an overly emotional person, but I cried with pain in Zellaburg Castle, and when bidding farewell to some of my companions in Thedenfast. Crying is exhausting, though I suppose it is also cathartic, in its own way.

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3. Do you have kids? Ida: No. I like children very much, but I cannot imagine being solely responsible for another person, particularly not a small, vulnerable one. I will be happy just to act as a mentor or teacher in the community, much as the Postmaster was to me when I was a child.

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4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Ida: Not if I can help it? My mother was quick to nip such back-talking in the bud when we were children. I use it occasionally, of course, who doesn't, but it is not really professional.

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5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Ida: How polite they are to postal workers. I jest, but it's not entirely unserious. You can learn a lot about a person from how they treat those who do them service. It gets my hackles up immediately if anyone treats me as though I am beneath them for my position, and likewise being treated with respect by those who would otherwise look down on working folk raises them in my estimation.

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6. What’s your eye colour? Ida: Brown. More specifically? Chestnut, or Russet, perhaps? I have never given it much thought.

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7. Scary movies or happy endings? Ida: There is already much to terrify in real life, and not nearly as many happy endings as there ought to be, so if I had to choose, it would be happy endings.

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8. Any special talents? Ida: I don't think so, though that depends on what counts as "special". I can roll my tongue, and my uncle once taught me to flip it right over. That scares the children, but it's not all that impressive since it's just a case of sticking it out only far enough that they can't see the bits of your tongue you're not twisting all the way round.

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9. Where were you born? Ida: At my parent's house in Wariford. That's in the south of Eathel. It's not a large house, though it has two floors for living and sleeping, a kitchen, and a yard, so I count us lucky. My father's a skilled labourer and my mother's an alewife, so we get by, but before me are my two older brothers, and after me my younger brother and two younger sisters. My elder brothers and I worked from a young age, but even so, with six children it was not always as large a space as we perhaps needed, despite being barely within our means to afford it.

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10. Do you have any pets? Ida: Pets, no. Working animals, yes. My parents have a ratter cat, but she isn't affectionate. She is a fearsome creature, and though the only name my father gave her was Tarrynot, we've all taken to calling her Tarry for short. She may not be over fond of us, but we are fond of her.

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11. What sort of sports do you play? Ida: I have never had time nor inclination for recreational sport, though when the lake freezes over in winter everyone in Wariford enjoys ice skating. In the summer, it is one of the nicer places to swim as well, though it's treacherous in the spring on account of the longwyrms.

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12. How tall are you? Ida: I am told I am 167cm tall, which means average height, as far as I am aware. Though Renia, Bolek and Fannan make me feel much smaller.

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13. What was your favourite subject in school? Ida: I did not enjoy formal schooling, though the tutoring I received from the Postmaster on geography and history was far more interesting to me than anything my schoolmistress taught me.

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14. What is your dream job? Ida: That's an odd question. Wariford Postmaster, of course.

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Snippet Sunday 13/7

Here is a Jasper having to deal with his sister

He's getting amunition for weeks.

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After a while, Llinos started to hum, just at the edge of Jasper's hearing; low and breathy and missing some of the notes.

Kallylin pricked her ears forward, flicking her tail almost in time. She rolled onto her side, presenting her belly.

It took Jasper a moment to place the tune, a moment where the wind dropped and the music from the village rang out clear above the voices. A moment where he borrowed Kallylin's hearing, working on the assumption that Llinos was predictable and Rhydderch was even moreso.

"So it's the professionalism that you're worried about here, right?"

Llinos broke off her humming. "What?"

"You're worried about the fact that you've now technically stabbed one of our clients."

"I-"

"Also you have a crush on her."

"What? No I don't."

"Llinos," Jasper gave her a flat stare.

"Shut the fuck no I don't."

Jasper snorted.

"It's not - I stabbed her, and now I'm being paid to protect her and she's not going to trust me to do that! I'm putting her in danger?" Llinos tugged at her knees and then shifted, back up to balance on the balls of her feet.

Jasper sighed. "She's not going to run into danger because of that."

"And even if she does, she - she's got that sword. She can defend herself."

"She can just stab you right back." Jasper pressed two finger to the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for a moment. "Again."

Llinos paused. "I don't think you're trying to help."

"I don't think you know what you want help with."

She stared at him. "I mean probably. Why not. When have I ever known."

"That's the spirit."

Llinos bounced back to her feet and kicked Jasper as she walked past. "No one asked you."

"Oh, I'm aware." He stretched his feet out to trip her up on the return. "And yet here I am, offering advice anyway, because I'm that nice."

Llinos jumped his feet as she strode by. "What advice?"

"Admit you have a crush and deal with that like a normal person. Rather than being weird about things that she's not worrying about."

"How do you know she's not?" Llinos swivelled to face him. "Has she been - no, she wouldn't talk to you about this."

"Ouch."

"Anyway, it's fine. Our contracts won't be the same length. I'll manage. Tell me the contracts aren't the same length."

"So you're sticking with the denial angle." Jasper buried his hand in Kallylin's fur, scratching lightly at her belly. He held back his sigh, because he was being encouraging. He was being nice and patient and listening as Llinos talked herself around to… whatever she needed to talk herself around to.

Kallylin sighed instead.

"What the fuck would you know?" Llinos kicked his feet out of her way as she came back.

"I know you. And I'm just making conclusions." Llinos stiffened, turning towards the gathering. "No. No, don't you dare," she hissed.

The music had stopped. Or at least, Jasper couldn't hear a ukulele amongst it.

"If he's worried, it must be bad."

"As long as he doesn't bring her with him," she muttered, and dropped back to the ground, almost within reach, on the other side of Kallylin.

"Because…?" Jasper prompted.

Llinos growled. "Fine because I like her. Happy?"

"Delirious."

"Jasper, I like her. How do I… deal with that? I stabbed her on our second meeting! You threw me out of a window on our first!" She twisted to stare up at him from her back.

Jasper shrugged. "Talk to her about it."

Rhydderch appeared, panting, and dropped to the ground between Kallylin and Llinos.

Llinos rolled onto her side and buried her face in Rhydderch's fur.

Jasper sighed. This was progress. Painfully slow, but progress.

"Wait," he said. "Hold on." Jasper leant over Kallylin and Rhydderch, poking Llinos until she looked up. "So when you asked her if I was cute-"

"It was if you'd be cute as a cat, it was hypothetical," Llinos snapped, her face beginning to flush red underneath her freckles.

"Oh good," said Jasper, in tones that said he didn't believe her, "because I'd hate to think you might have sabotaged my chances. Or your own."

"Don't you fucking dare insinuate-" Llinos puffed herself up.

To the side, Rhydderch whined and placed his nose all but between his paws as if he was hiding. Kallylin licked a stripe across his head and settled next to him.

"No one's believing that." Jasper reached out to place a hand on Llinos' head. "Creadur bach," he said carefully, hoping he was pronouncing it right, but also knowing it would be lost amongst the gentle mockery.

Llinos slapped his hand away, baring her teeth.

"Oh, this is where you are?"

Jasper watched as Llinos froze at Kaua's voice behind her. "Guard duty," he said, which wasn't entirely wrong. "We heard your playing. You're good."

She played while they travelled, too, but it was different when it wasn't undercut by wheels and oxen.

Kaua laughed. "I'm rusty, but it's nice to have an appreciative audience."

"Rhydderch really likes it," Llinos said. "He's hard to drag away."

"My number one fan," Kaua agreed, coming closer to offer her hand to Rhydderch.

Rhydderch wriggled free of Llinos and sat up, whining until Kaua started to scratch his ears.

"There's food down there." Kaua gestured back with her free hand. "It's beginning to look like we won't be moving on today."

Jasper laughed as he got to his feet. "I had my doubts."

"Where are you going?" Llinos stared up at him, wide eyed with just the hint of panic.

"One last round and then down." He nodded at the gathering. "I'm getting hungry."

"Oh, hold up then." Llinos started to get to her feet. "I'll come with-"

"No, you should go ahead with Kaua. Grab food, see what there is." He grinned. "I'll catch up."

Llinos scowled at him.

"It's Llinos' day off," he said to Kaua. "Make sure she doesn't do any work."

"Alright," Kaua replied, eyes bright. "We can manage that, can't we Rhydderch?"

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I think more historical fantasies and alt histories that have gay marriage be allowed should mess around with the societal implications of this. If your aristocracy allows gay marriage, why? As a release valve for inheritance problems, like monasticism was in parts of medieval Europe? As a way of removing your failchild from the line of succession by legally binding them to the failchild of your political ally, ensuring any offspring they both have will be illegitimate? How about a society where the lower classes are allowed to be gay but the nobility aren’t? Idk there’s just a lot of options that are more interesting than “homophobia just doesn’t real”

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i love when my brain says “you’re not allowed to continue writing until you fix that one tiny scene in chapter 4” and then refuses to let me fix the scene in chapter 4. like okay gatekeeper. rot

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having a job is like They're trying to close you off from the cosmos

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Incorrect Quotes Tag

Thanks to the wonderful @ark-inkweaving for tagging me, this was super fun!

Rules: use this site to generate some incorrect quotes for your characters and share them

I'm tagging @ace-malarky and @bloodmoodtrash and leaving an open tag!

I obviously chose the Postmaster gang for this, so please enjoy!

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Ida: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can't?

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*playing twister* Renia: Right hand red. Nol: *ends up on top of Bolek* Bolek: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Renia: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

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Ida: Good morning! Aarna, checking their watch: Correct.

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Luus: look Renia, I'm not slut shaming you but… Luus: Actually yeah, I'm TOTALLY slut shaming you.

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Aarna: Fannan and I are no longer dating. Fannan: Aarna, that's a horrible way of telling people we're married.

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Ida: Whatever happened to the concept of less is more? Luus: But if less is more, then just think of how much more 'more' will be!

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Neer: I'm a fool, not an idiot.

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Renia: It kind of feels like you're prioritizing work over our friendship. Ida: Because I barely know you? Renia: Fine, message received.

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Til: All the snacks are gone. Luus: I AM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE?!

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Bolek: Look, last night was a mistake. Girts: A sexy mistake. Bolek: No, just a regular mistake.

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Luus, throwing their head into Til's lap: Tell me I'm pretty! Til, lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

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Bolek: I may be antisocial and unattractive. Fannan: …but? Bolek: That's all.

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