#LITERATA

[fannyjemwong]

Cena Conmemorativa organizada por Asociación Peruano China - APCH ¡FELICITACIONES A NUESTROS GANADORES! del Concurso de Relatos Cortos .

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[amillixnvoicesarch]

[ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers - ( Leo ) @literatae​

      Mattie glances down at the bouquet of flowers in Leo’s hand, and while her pokerface is usually pretty GOOD, the surprise must be written all over her features at this point. It’s not that she doesn’t appreciate the gesture, she does, but she’s not used to getting flowers from anyone, let alone HIM.

    “Didn’t take you for a ROMANTIC,” She then replies, the hint of a smile on her face as she takes the flowers. “Thank you.”

[sankta-alina-s]

@literatae

Her light could slice through the nichevo'ya, yet another would just replace its fallen comrade. As much as Alina wished to take a stand and fight, the best option for the four was to get as far away from the Darkling and his creations as possible.

That was, until the nichevo'ya began to advance toward them. Alina gathered the light and pushed back at the shadows until the two forces could stand no longer. The blast sent her sailing, her body colliding with the wall as she slid down it. It took her a dazed moment to realize that the ceiling was beginning to crack.

Tolya and Nadia were still gathered around the injured Adrik, watching the cracks in horror.

"Run!" she yelled just as the ceiling began to fall. She saw a flash of movement as the two women dragged Adrik away before the fallen stone and dust obscured her view.

Alina staggered to her feet, left arm protesting from her collision with the stone wall. A harsh cough from the dust struggled its way out of her lungs.

The cry of pain couldn't be stifled even if she wished it. Her left arm, the first limb to meet the stone, hung limply at her side.

"No, no, no," she muttered under her breath, eyes refusing to believe the unusual angle of the limb.

Panicked eyes shot toward Aleksander, watching his movements from where she was up against the wall.

She'd go down fighting if need be.

[chaotiicgoods]

@literatae​ said: you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going ? | from ominis to sebastian MORBID CURIOSITY | ACCEPTING  

Sebastian can’t help but laugh at his friend’s question. Anne is to tired to accompany them today. It’s been this way since she was cursed. Maybe she won’t even be able to go to Hogwarts this year. It would be so weird. They’re used to be Sebastian, Anne and Ominis together in the Common Room, in their classes and in the Undercroft. But right now, he’s just trying to change their mood so they could enjoy their summer break.

“I found the best duelling spot.” He explains. “We need to practice.” Even if it’s without Anne. They don’t need to talk about her; they both know she should be there with them. 

[bcbliophile]

@literatae Darkling x Alina AU

Alina was questioning a lot of her life these days, so much had changed since she had come to the Little Palace. She was growing stronger and growing closer to Aleksander, he had shared with her his true name and what he had done-- perhaps she should have run, but a part of her wanted to trust him, wanted to help finish what he started and take down the fold, but also keep their people safe. It was still odd for her to think of them as her people now too, but they had accepted her and treated her with so much comfort and care, she couldn't see ever turning her back on them.

It was another sleepless night, she gave up after an hour and started on a walk. She didn't know where her feet were taking her until she stood outside of a familiar door and knocked "Aleksander?" The sun summoner called, poking her head into his rooms.

[demolitionsman]

@literatae​ asked:  “I had to disappear, I didn’t have a choice.” | from Inej

“Hey,” Wylan said softly. He held his hand out in offering, his eyes big and welling with sentiment. “I understand. Out of all of us, I promise, I understand.”

[masterwcrk]

' hypothetically, how many baked goods would a coffee tote be worth? asking for a friend, who is also me. '

@literatae's Jace, from here.

[starlsssankt]

@literatae / Alina

“ you know, i was warned not to get involved with you. people insisted it was a fool’s decision. but i held out hope that you’d prove them wrong. now’s your chance. ”

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌. He didn't care much for what was said by almost anyone else, and yet-- the Sun Summoner's opinion mattered. Sort of.

❝ I will not change what I am, Alina. ❞ Was that a yes or a no to her statement? The Darkling didn't really know. ❝ I cannot undo what has been done... ❞

Because what he'd done, it was slowly pulling him down further into the dark. He wanted to go to her, to hold her, to even kiss her, perhaps, but there existed between them this chasm of space.

Of manipulation. Of choices made and actions taken--or not taken.

How was he supposed to cross it?

[stillsparklea]

@literatae ( beatrice ) said ❝ you won’t be able to get rid of me so easily again. ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄    𝐈𝐒    𝐀    𝐒𝐇𝐘    𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍    𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓    𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒    𝐎𝐍    𝐇𝐄𝐑    𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄.        ❝    it    was    that    obvious    ?    ❞        in    reality    ,    isadora    hadn't    meant    to    push    the    other    woman    away    .    .    .        it    just    happened.        her    urge    to    explore    the    forests    on    the    outskirts    of    her    kingdom    far    outweighed    her    want    to    rule.        so    it    was    often    that    the    princess    disappeared    for    long    spans    of    time.        ❝    you    could    come    with    me    next    time.    ❞

[shefatalesarch]

HIS HEAD TURNED AND LIPS PRESSED THIN AS HE TAPPED THE COUNTER. he turned and wiped his hands on the apron he was unfortunately stuck wearing as he ventured towards the table where his son settled no doubt waiting for betty and considering everything going on right now he was really starting to think this whole situation wasn’t so damn good now was it? they were all entangled with their secrets and everything else but the endless trouble that seemed to follow these two? “what are you up to, jughead, huh?” he pressed unable to help himself. “if you’re here to eat, that's fine, better be alone.”

@literatae ♥ for a starter from fp jones for jughead jones

[fannyjemwong]

Asociación Peruano China – APCH : Entrevista Daysi Saravia, jurado del Concurso de Relatos Cortos

ENTREVISTA A DAYSI SARAVIA. #ConcursoRelatosCortos Daysi Saravia, magíster en literatura de la Universidad Mayor de San Marcos, egresada de la maestría de Estudios de Género y jurado del Concurso Relatos Cortos, reflexiona acerca de sus inicios, sus motivaciones y sus sueños. Además, en esta entrevista Daysi nos comparte su visión de la literatura y cuáles son sus proyectos a futuro. Si deseas…

[amillixnvoicesarch]

❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food ( Gwen ) @literatae​

       Morgana USUALLY orders take out or goes out to have dinner. It’s not like she can’t cook, she can, but she doesn’t really bother with it. Maybe it’s the remnants of growing up with a personal chef, or maybe the fact that cooking simply doesn’t seem as fun to her when it’s just for herself, but she usually doesn’t mind.

      Though that does not mean she doesn’t APPRECIATE it when Gwen shows up at her door with some of her home cooked food. The other woman is the opposite of Morgana, really, her food is always amazing, and she finds new recipes in the depths of the internet and old cook books that she gets from Gaius, and Morgana doesn’t complain.

     “That smells heavenly,” She grins, stepping aside to allow the other woman to enter. “Are you just dropping it off or will you stay and share it with me?”

[bccksmarts]

❧ “YOU CAN KILL ME BUT DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THEM” ☙

➤ @literatae asked: ❝ you can’t get all worked up every time something happens to me. that’s just life. you’re not always gonna be able to protect me from it. ❞ | from harry

  The words hit her harder than she had anticipated, causing her to swallow, lips parted. He was right. It hurt that he was, but that's just it. The truth hurts. She wanted to protect him so much, so bad, that she was basically coddling him as if he was an infant. No... they'd grown past that. He didn't need her to figuratively hold his hand anymore. He was his own wizard, a powerful one; he always had been.

  Stepping back and wrapping her arms around herself, Hermione frowned, ❝I... I know, Harry.❞ She spoke quietly, her eyes drifting down to her feet, her trainers twisting in the ground below them absentmindedly. ❝Sometimes I just... I go back to when we were just children,❞ She let out a little chuckle, ❝When you and Ron always needed my help with something so intricate, or even your assignments... but we're not that anymore. We're not kids.❞ The solid truth. They weren't young—they were pretty much grown adults at this point. They went through war, got hurt, saw others die around them, even at their feet.

  A hand reaching up to push some curly strands behind her ear, the witch shrugged her shoulders, ❝I need to remember that you won't always need me, nor my help.❞

[chaotiicgoods]

@literatae​ said: where’s your sense of adventure ? | from sebastian to celes MORBID CURIOSITY | ACCEPTING

“It never left and I’m sure you know that.” From the beginning, Celes has helped Sebastian without hesitation. She’s always willing to follow her friends. She knows they can face any possible threat. But Sebastian is on a dangerous path, and she feels like she won’t be a good friend if she doesn’t show him her concerns.

Without thinking, she quickly takes Sebastian’s hand and stops walking to make him stop, too. “Now, listen to me.” She starts, letting go of his hand now that he’s facing her. “I’m not saying we shouldn’t go. We’ll do what we need to do to save your sister, I promise.” And she means it; she knows Sebastian is going down this path for Anne. It’s his love for his sister that makes him act this way. “But we need to think first. We need to have at least some kind of plan. If you get killed, you won’t save Anne. And to be honest, I don’t want to lose you either, so let’s stop just for a few minutes to think.” 

[bcbliophile]

@literatae​ asked: “You’re pregnant?” | from Daemon to Alicent

“I am--” Alicent knew what he was really asking, if it was his and they both knew they likely were, she had only slept with her husband once compared to the dozens of times she had slept with him. But that was not a conversation to have out in the open, she would come to him later that night and they would talk about what to do. Running would always be an option, but she doubted he would ever wish to leave Kings Landing.  “Come to me this evening-- we can talk then” the Queen whispered, emerald eyes scanning the room. 

[princguard-a]

@literatae sent: " i know i can be an asshole, but... you always see the good in me. "

Lark was quiet for a moment as she took her time to look around the old ruins she had stumbled upon while riding. His words made her pause for a moment. A heated argument had led her here. A question of loyalty, and her storming off to disappear into the stables and then into the Ravkan wilderness; though not without setting the hideous curtains on fire in the war room. Petulant, she realized. Emotional, and full of rage, that is how the Lantsov court saw her. Little less than a monster, she figured.

It wasn't Nikolai's fault, logically she knew, and yet, the war room alit with hollering voices between generals, her, and the crown, there was little room to be defended in.

" You are good, you are full of goodness, I don't think you could be evil even if it warranted it." she replied finally and exhaled a tired breath.

" I apologize, Nikolai, for how I acted in the war room." she wouldn't look at him and instead she kept her gaze focused on the scenery before them. Truly it wasn't his fault, her temper got the better of her, she had expected pushback from people in regards to her position within the court, and then Vasily's name was brought up.

" They are never going to trust me, Nikolai. All they see is the woman who failed in keeping Vasily alive."

Her gaze still would not find him, she couldn't bring herself to look at him now. " Do not think I do not hear the whispers they say under their breaths." she went on. Witch, fire-wielding demon, the king's guard dog. The Darkling's weapon. She was Grisha, and not just any Grisha, but one who wielded the same abomination as the Darkling--they never let her forget the Merzost running through her veins.

" What good is a court that will turn on itself at a moment's notice?"