#BUT I WILL DO IT

[dyrewrites]

Writing Share Tag

From @talesofsorrowandofruin here and @harleyacoincidence here

Rules: Share some writing.

I am tagging: @starbuds-and-rosedust @aziz-reads @rowanmgrey-author @pb-dot and YOU -- share some words!

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Mine is from "Before Deluca", enjoy.

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Looks were all we received on our way off the ship, but it was difficult to keep so far apart. And not only for me. I caught Lucient stepping closer only to jerk his arm back to his sides. He wriggled it about, shifting to hold his parasol with both hands, then to hold his own arm and finally settled it behind him—hand balled in a fist at the small of his back.

He glared when I chuckled, then smiled at the sight of my own hands firm behind me. Tilting, he chuckled back, likely noticing how firmly I held my wrist to keep those hands there.

I miss you on my arm, I whined to his too distant touch.

And he smiled at me, my perfect treasure, I ache to be there…but it's unwise.

“How,” I kept to a whisper, arms tighter behind me to keep from touching, grabbing. “Most here are merely human, aren’t they?”

“Mm,” that damned smile sang for my lips, curling as he saw how mine twitched for it, “thinking so low of them already, are you?”

“Low? No, but I don't fear them,” I walked ahead, continuing backwards to face him, to lean as I reminded, “I fought a shark,” illustrating with fingers out, wiggling them at his raised brows and waiting smile, I added, “two of them…and I won.” He began giggling as I returned to my place beside him, hands again tucked behind me, “I fear no man now, my l—Lucy.”

“Well, Vicki, shark notwithstanding,” he teased, but still he smiled, twirling his parasol—to busy his hands those salacious thoughts told me—as he sighed and explained, “these men have guns. Have you ever been shot?”

Realizing I’d not even seen a gun, my tone dropped, “No, I have not.”

“How about hung?” He followed, no longer twirling the parasol but staring blankly forward, his hand not quite at his throat—but too close.

And I sought levity once more, “Well, I have been told—”

“Chut,” he turned on me, stepping too close and eyeing the smattering of people in the fields around us before returning to a safer distance, “take this seriously.”

Laughing, I drew too many eyes and coughed it silent before whispering again, “I'm sorry my—Mm—Lucy, it's difficult.” Quieter still, as we separated further to allow a man to pass us—eyeing us as he did—I admitted what had been growing since we took the pirates, bolstered by my hunt in Seville, My love, I’ve begun to see them more as prey and...I don't seem to mind it.

True though it was, the nagging voice beginning to fade, Lucient took it as more of a confession. Oh, but the gleam in his eye, the heat that flashed, I could have lived in it, died in it—and done so in utter bliss—so I didn’t correct him.

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[the-sun-system]

Screaming crying throwing up/postive

I cannot believe I've been with my in-system husband for 7 years in a couple days. I love him so damn much and it hasn't always been easy but now every second we spend together proves to me that you really do "just know when it's right", and that it can and should be easy eventually, because nothing has ever seemed more right and natural than being with him now. Being married for 4.5 years has been the best and healthiest romantic relationship in my life and I would not give him up for anything in the world. This man has held me together when I thought I had no way to avoid falling apart. I've known from the first hours I knew him that I needed him in a way I'll never fully be able to describe, that I couldn't lose him, and needless to say he is amazing even though he will never understand or believe how great he is to me. I've never been treated as well as he treats me. I cannot imagine anyone ever will, and that's just fine with me because he is perfect.

Of course I love all my in-system partners very much, and they are all very okay with my stronger attachment to him.

If/when you see this you big old doof I love you more than anything or anyone and you gotta stop getting down on yourself because no one has ever loved me like you and no one will ever be more important to me. Check the tags my love there's more down there.

[maximotts]

Hello to the anon that sent me the mommy wanda lactation kink thought… I’m hoarding this temporarily to write a short lil thing on it, I hope you don’t mind 💖

[kickbutts-singsongs]

I wanna see that one draft that you said that you made. I won't think you're insane I'm just curious

I have to confess that i left it almost finished, but you my friend have given me courage to complete it

When it is finished I will post it ❤️

[cahootings]

the past 20 minutes of the office have gone as such:

coworker jokingly suggests we all figure out what our 40-yard dash time is

we decide we really will figure out our 40-yard dash times

grabbing the 100-ft measuring tape to measure the length of our office (it is only 15 yards)

measuring the hallway outside our office that extends past cubeland (it is plenty long but terrazzo flooring)

deciding that it'd be safer to do this on grass

looking up terrain maps to find a flat grassy area nearby that has at least 40 yards of straight, uninterrupted terrain

me saying i wonder if i can run right now

standing up and doing two minutes of heel raises just to warm them up because I've been sitting for a while

i start walking faster and faster but i am too scared to go past a quick power walk pace

my boss said maybe you should wait until after your MRI tomorrow

this is a good point

we postpone our 40 yard dash trials until next month

[lemonlinelights]

OKAY SO I LISTENED TO THE ORIGINAL EVERYTHING IS A LOT ALBUM (before this I had only heard the 2020 remaster) AND IM LOSING MY MIND

[wanderingmind867]

My commencement ceremony is in an hour. I'm nervous about it, and so I'm just hoping to get it over with as quickly as I can. I don't want to get up on the stage with all eyes on me. But that is how this whole thing seems to be structured, so that's what I'm going to have to do. The one plus side: I can leave as soon as I get the diploma or whatever. If it were up to me, I probably wouldn't do it. But I almost did it last year, only to bow out due to cowardice. So this year I will try to actually do it. I'm pretty sure I'll hate doing it, but I think I will do it. So all I can say now is maybe wish me luck as I get this stressful event over and done with.

Edit: It's done now. I got really stressed and I was grumbling threats under my breath half the time, but I did it. I do not yet feel pride. I'm more focused on feeling happy that it's done.

[guccigarantine]

next week after the new chime prequel episode I will draw Cass however Art decides to describe them

[dyrewrites]

Heads Up, we got Sentences

Yeah, I know. But I was tagged by both of these and I wanna smoosh em together.

@chauceryfairytales got me here, while @illarian-rambling got me here

I'm a gonna get YOU...but also @a-mimsy-borogove, @poethill (if this is acceptable, I haven't seen you opt into games yet so pardon if it is not >.>)

Now, eschewing all sense--and counting--take this fluffy monster flying through some trees. He is from Weald and Wen, as are all these sentences I did not count.

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Soaring through the soggy leaves of the vast and empty Ichorbed, Infae reveled in each and every splash of fresh ichor on his dusty fur. Chill wind caught his wings, spilling the scent of his late rider—overripe inaps in crisp latelight—and he trilled.

Skitters fled not only the sound of a known predator but the blanket of his shadow as it waved and stretched across the sorrow-hued copse.

And their terror sang to him, rich and heady as the lick of firstlight's dew, it dripped into his hoary ears another song. A remembered song of laughter, of command. Working the stiffness out of his gossamer wings, he flapped harder with its melody, to flee the loss rotting in the roots of his old home...to flee the memories.

Of Lady Namei's branches tugging at his fur, of her smoky voice clicking commands into his ears. The air was warmer then, sweet and thick...and he whimpered with memories refusing to fall away. Memories of comfort ravaged in sour, bitter gasps by a spoiled breeze.

A breeze heralded by the loss of his rider, the loss of his Namei, of her rough branches in his fur.

The loss of her.

Yet, rising through likesame breeze, Infae trilled louder as the pungent stench of decay splintered and fell with the gorebarks of his rotten nest. Fading as he rose higher, the spoiled horror was replaced by ripe fruits meant to tempt his tongue and hungry blossoms nurtured to lure his nose.

Crawling treats begged next, for his grasping fingers, his eager snout, as they clicked and tapped on pulsing, living trees and he breathed it in.

Blissful, joyous, he breathed it all in. A fresh world, a living world.

Whispsong called to him, the tinkling toll of fluttering leaves adding to their refrain. A creaking undersong of tapping branches soon joined, chased by a bass beat of crunch, crunch, smack as latelight scavengers emerged from their fair light homes and Infae sang along.

He trilled and clicked, lending his voice to a known song, an ancient song. A hymn to the Lady Herself. Home, it sang of his woods, his Weald.

With another click he split the chorus and bright blue frames bounced and flashed in his dark vision. Frames he rolled from, avoiding the playful snaps of thick branches.

Cooing with the tugs and shouts of new riders—living riders—he flapped in concert with the song of his Weald and remembered what it meant to fly.

[theicarusconstellation]

what if i tackle the task of a war and peace regulily au

[callisteios]

You should post your Agatha Christie charts

They’ve been saying this about the house md one for years.

but yeah I will i will. I’m making them as I go. Just finished reading all the poirot main books, only all of the marple, tommy and tuppence, some independent stories (AND her shitty spy thrillers and ALL her short stories if I feel like it.(I don’t))

so expect that to be posted…. sometime in the future

[foundfamilyarena]

Realizing to make IDs I first have to figure out which characters are which

[pridetempt]

@redemptsin ❤ ’d          ( for eve )

❝ no. ❞ it's the only word that falls from his lips at the sight before him.   ❝ NO no-no no No noOo. ❞ for only two letters, lucifer certainly expresses a variety of sentiments : anger , disbelief , refusal , dismay. though the grandiose reaction is quickly turned on the true culprits ; amber eyes glare daggers at the glowing red sky. ❝ YOU ! oh, you FUCKERS !! ❞ ( heaven. not whatever sinner happened to be flying overhead ).

the bravado deflates almost as quickly as it appeared. it's not like they're listening anyway. gaze drifts back to the familiar form, lips parting with little success following. ❝  i —--- ❞ shit. what does he even say ? what does he fuckin' do !?! ❝  do you , uh , shit --— i mean , d' you have a -— a place to stay ? ❞ nice. real fucking nice , lucifer.

[wanderingmind867]

My commencement ceremony is in a few hours. I'm nervous about it, and so I'm just hoping to get it over with as quickly as I can. I don't want to get up on the stage with all eyes on me. But that is how this whole thing seems to be structured, so that's what I'm going to have to do. The one plus side: I can leave as soon as I get the diploma or whatever. If it were up to me, I probably wouldn't do it. But I almost did it last year, only to bow out due to cowardice. So this year I will try to actually do it. I'm pretty sure I'll hate doing it, but I think I will do it. So all I can say now is maybe wish me luck as I get this stressful event over and done with.

[lumiilys]

I will catch up with night vale again even if it kills me!!!! Curse 2017 me for forgetting to stay up to date!! Now I’m like 120 episodes behind!!!