#SOFW

[wintershades]

Been going through some stuff, but I'm getting back to a place where I can write outside of work again... So! Look out for:

a one-shot set just after Echoes of the Solstice (post-proposal Fjorester convo, anyone?)

a new chapter of A Novel Guide

<3

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[twig-gy]

>150 MINUTES I WAS ON SOFW

I FAILED GOE TOWER RUSH BC ???????? IDK WHAT HAPPENED BUT ROBLOX CLOSED ON ME

[transformezzzzzz]

Nobody:

Springers alt modes:

[arcanewonder]

you would give anything to have this time back.

[black-morticia]

Y’all really need to do better with the shit you are taking as fact. Like if a post on here is claiming so-and-so said whatever, but no where on the post does OP provide a link to a reliable source to the claim. Be suspicious. And no a random screenshot of the supposed quote, from an unknown writer, from an unknown article, from an unknown news site is proof either...

[wintershades]

A new chapter of A Novel Guide to Courtship and Counterfeiting goes up tomorrow, so here's a little snippet for WIP Wednesday. :)

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In a scene that evoked imagery from chapter twenty-two of My Princely Pirate Lover, Fjord had arrived at Jester's door clad only in his nightshirt and breeches. His lips were upturned in a rakish smile, and his eyes were half-shuttered, lending a sensual quality to his gaze.

However.

Upon a second look, Jester noticed that he was barefoot, and his hair was sticking up in a half-dozen different directions. Also, the pose he’d struck against the doorframe seemed less like flirtation and more like an effort to stay upright.

“Hey. Hi.” Fjord paused, and then he added: “Hello.”

Jester blinked. She looked to Beau, who gave a shrug, and on down to Veth.

“He’s absolutely plastered,” she said in exasperation. “I got him halfway into bed, and then he decided he had something important to tell you.”

“Something important? About—?"

“Fuck if I know! You’re lucky he’s wearing trousers right now.”

“Just need two minutes,” Fjord said—as he held up four fingers. Grumbling to herself, Veth rose to her tiptoes and shoved him into the room.

“Take an hour,” she said, and she closed the door.

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[pinksparklelps]

This is how sofw goes right?

[descendent-of-the-sixth-heaven]

Awww~ Kwowiii~ You soooo sofw~ Come on! You wooo dwink some~ *she puts the glass to Kuromi's mouth. Sho immediately bats the glass away* (Miyu: Mai, give me your phone. This is the only time you'll allow us to see) Ookk~ *hic* *she gives them the phone and they browse through everything* (Girls: Wow~ these guys are so hoot~~) *the music changes to "On the floor". Mai suddenly stands up* I'm going to daancee! *she goes to the dancefloor and stars dancing* (Boys: wow~ I can die peacefully!)

*Kuromi is worried about Mai, she starts to whine and meow loudly to get her attention*

[mister-lady]

Patton is,,,,mmm,.,.,,verie,.,,,sofw,,t..,,

[killerxquinn]

As a gay male fan it makes me super sad to see the rise in popularity of a certain new shifty ship especially after all the sofw*ld drama a few months ago. You're literally one of the only few blogs that consistently insists on calling Oswald gay so I want to say thank you! I hope I can more blogs that feel the same

Awh I’m sorry to hear you’re having a bad time of it right now, I can see why this new ship nonsense might be upsetting. Having someone care more about a poorly thought out ship than your sexuality is rough. I figure I can probably help you find some nice new blogs so, if any of my followers don’t post ANY Oswald/girl content (including said new ship) maybe you could like this so OP can check you out? :) it’s always nice to make new friends!

[honestmrdual]

Listen, I follow you and I love your blog and I'm not going to unfollow or anything but I was wondering why you gave out to someone and said they are not alowed to post anti falcobblepot posts on their own blog but then u reblogged a nygmobblepot hate/anti post. it is not a bit hypocritical? I mean, I like the ship but the person was just stating their opinion on their own blog, the even spelled it sofw*ald so it wouldn't show up in our tag. Just my opinion but you also like to reblog anti posts

You know what? You’re right. I got so angry that a go to anti-nygmopot tag and reblog something. I actually feel sorry.Still, i don’t take my words back, i don’t think that writing “that ship is trash” on main gotham tag (that see literally everyone in fandom) is good or okay. At least you have to be ready to someone, who will not be pleased by this

[arcanewonder]

( inspo.)

[wintershades]

For WIP Wednesday, I offer an excerpt from an upcoming chapter of A Novel Guide to Courtship and Counterfeiting, which finds Revelry prince Fjord and Myriad princess Jester on a visit to Darktow.

When Jester is left feeling unwelcome due to her Myriad ties, Fjord honors his agreement to “make love to her in public.” (Well, uh . . . figuratively speaking.)

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“Everywhere we go,” Jester said, “people keep staring at me.”

“They’re just curious,” Fjord insisted, but the tiefling scoffed under her breath.

“That’s not the reason. You know that.”

Fjord watched her step back from the shop window, her attention turning to her own image in the glass. He’d feared that this would happen—that she’d finally come to Darktow, and she’d meet with the same cold reception he’d suffered as a child.

For once, he wasn’t the outcast or the stranger.

But what had he done to help her?

Since their arrival, he hadn’t so much as held Jester’s hand. He’d been so distracted, and being home again, he’d assumed the reserved manner that was expected of him. Maybe Jester thought he’d withdrawn from her on purpose.

As he dwelt on it, Fjord noticed something.

“Your bootlace has come untied,” he remarked, prompting Jester to look down at her feet. Then he said: “Here. Let me.”

With a touch on her shoulder, Fjord guided the tiefling to face him. He dropped to one knee among the stones and mud, and he gave her boot a playfully stern look, as if to admonish it for failing her. In response, Jester extended her leg toward him and pointed her toe in a manner most delicate and ladylike.

Then she hiked her skirt up a few inches, just above the top of her boots.

Fjord arched an eyebrow, watching Jester shimmy her shoulders and rustle her petticoat in the manner of a Port Damali chorus line dancer. He waited. And finally, when she least expected it, he caught her leg and guided her foot to rest on his thigh. He saw her tail swing out as a counterbalance; he heard her make a little sound of surprise.

“You need to watch your step around here,” he chided her. “People talk about the dangers of Darktow, but it isn’t the cutpurses you have to worry about. It's the shitty street maintenance.”

“It's that bad?” Jester said wonderingly, playing along. Fjord gave a grave nod.

“Oh, yes. The real horror is a twisted ankle”—and he let his hand glide down from her calf to her foot—“or a bruised shin”—and he strummed his fingers up the crosshatch of her bootlace—“or a scuffed knee. And what sort of princess has scuffed knees?”

“Not this one."

“I can see that."

Smiling slightly, Fjord began to fix the slipped laces back onto their hooks and tighten them up. With the care he applied to the task, one would think that he was lacing her corset instead—or at least, that he was quite accustomed to doing so.

“You'll have to mind the cliffs, as well,” he continued as he went along. “I don’t want to find a blue puddle at the bottom of any of them. Understood?”

“R-Right.”

Hearing that stutter, Fjord glanced up, and he caught Jester staring at him with her skirts held still in her hands. He could guess what she was thinking. From which of her romantic novels had he drawn inspiration? . . . From what hero had he learned these subtly intimate gestures? . . . .

Plot twist, motherfucker: He was making this shit up all on his own.

And now for the coup de grâce.

With a few brisk movements, Fjord tied off Jester’s bootlace in a bow. Then, he took her leg in his hands once more—and he bent forward—and he pressed his lips to her bare knee.

It was brief. It was light. It was nothing that anyone would have deemed unsuitable for the public view, if not for the way Fjord gazed up at Jester afterward. Because this was a look that said: Here is a woman who has brought a Revelry prince to kneel—and not for the first time.

A beat passed.

And another.

Then, very gently, Fjord guided Jester’s foot back to the earth. When he stood, he saw that her face was flushed dark, bringing her blue-sky complexion a shade nearer to dusk.

He leaned in close.

“If they want to stare,” he said, “let’s give them some real entertainment.”

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[attorneyandlawyer]

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EFFECT OF SWEET ORANGE (Citrus sinensis) FRUIT WASTE WITH OR WITHOUT ACIDOMIX®AFG ON PERFORMANCE OF WEANER RABBITS

Abstract:

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