#and i finished it on wednesday the seventh i think

[a-passing-storm]

Obra Dinn!

[dried-mushroom]

Omg can you please write about Lee Russell being mean to you in front of Gamby as like a power display or something but then when y'all get home (y'all are like Secretly dating since you're just a teacher) he's all nice and romantic to apologize?

YIPPEE I found another lee Russell lover! don't judge please I'm Australian so I have little concept of American education. I hope you like it.

Warnings: Lil angsty and implied sex

Be mean to me

Lee Russell x reader (well Christine sucks so she's not in this story)

Life was pretty peachy as a history teacher in North Jackson high school, you were stuck teaching from a range of boring topics to your either half asleep, barely listening or teacher pet students, except you were sleeping with the vice principal, Lee Russell. You couldn't resist that southern charm radiating off his tongue when he spoke those words on your first day as a teacher, in the parking lot.

"Mornin' Sweetheart, are you lost? The names Lee Russell, Vice principal of this very high school and you're way too fuckin' pretty to be a high school teacher."

After taking a good look at the lanky man who called himself the vice principal, you couldn't help yourself, and after promptly introducing you to your fellow teachers, he briskly walked you to the janitors closet where you both spent all morning. Obviously, you both knew this had to be kept a secret, boss and employee dating is a no-go, although that did not stop you both from being affectionate when no was watching, sharing a peck when you went to visit him at his office or the grasp of his hand on your thigh under the table at meetings or after work, where it was safe to be yourselves and you could lay together watching borderline cheesy romcom movies whilst Lee critiques his heart out.

You sighed contently as the bell for seventh period rang, the mingled voices of your 6th period ancient history class rushed out the door to their next useless class and you could finally relax and start lesson planning for the next 45 minutes. You let your hands run down your thighs, smoothing out your new dress (this but more teacher appropriate). You brought this specifically for Lee, you knew of his love for colours, hence his usually eccentric clothing choices, you knew he'd love the pattern on you. You couldn't help but smile giddily and walk out of the classroom, you knew you could easily finish the planning later and you'd rather spend the last of the school day with Lee.

You swiftly walked down the hall to administration, smiled sweetly at Swift, because you knew how rude Gamby was to her for no reason, and she didn't deserve that, like Gamby seriously needs a reality check in your opinion.

"Afternoon Miss Swift, I hope you're doing alright and Gamby isn't giving you a hard time, I was hoping to see Mr. Russell, I had to discuss long service leave with him."

"Oh, thank you miss l/n, vice principal Gamby is albeit rude, but I think he's getting better, and of course let me get the door for you."

You knew she wasn't stupid, and you assumed she knew about you and Lee secretly dating, but it was better to come up with an excuse and be safe rather than sorry. Smith quickly opened to door and shut it behind you.

"Well, hello there honey, I was expecting you- and what's this? isn't this a pretty thing?"

He shot up from his desk chair and sauntered over to where you stood, he placed his hands on your waist and whispered in your ear.

"I can't wait to rip that off you gir-"

Suddenly the door swung open, and Lee jumped away from you, 'of course Neal Gamby, you had to come fuck everything up." you thought to yourself, now awkwardly fiddling with the hem of your dress.

"Russell. We need to talk. Why the hell are you here Miss. l/n? I thought Wednesday 7th period was your planning lesson."

Before you could reply to Gamby, Lee interjected,

"Exactly, Scram Miss l/n, I don't need nor want you here, I have better shit to do, plus what the fuck are you wearing? you look like a fuckin mess, pick a goddamn colour."

Your heart sank, an uncomfortable tightness sat in your chest as your face flushed in embarrassment. You knew Lee being a dick to you was only a ruse to throw off other teachers and admin but, fuck it hurt, it hurt so much to have him speak to you in that way. You nodded your head and headed to the door,

"Open or closed Mr. Russell?"

Gamby responded for him, responding in a curt 'Closed.' leaving you to silently shut the door behind you. You walked out of the administration office before your eyes welled with tears, but you waited until you reached your classroom until you broke, sobbing quietly at your desk. You just wished you and Lee could act like a couple instead of the cold shoulder act he'd be giving you. With the mixed signals and nausea swirling through your brain, you grabbed your left-over paperwork and bag before leaving. Usually, you and Lee would leave at the same time, but you couldn't bear to see him at the moment, all your hard work, making yourself pretty for him and resulting in him publicly humiliating you was just too much.

The short drive home eased you a little but when you had to walk up those steps of your shared home, it just brought back that sickly tension. You unlocked the door and set your handbag down (another reminder of Lee since it was an anniversary gift). You kicked off your heels and headed upstairs to your shared bedroom. You didn't bother to change and slumped into bed, fresh tears coming to your eyes, you didn't care whether you were quiet or not, sobbing yourself till you couldn't keep your eyes open.

Lee's POV:

He regretted the words as soon as they came from his mouth. He saw the hurt on your face, and he felt his stomach twist into a tight knot. He hated being a dick to you, hated it so much he hated himself for doing it. He realised he went way too far this time with you, and he really didn't want to lose you and couldn't help but fidget with his hands whilst blatantly ignoring whatever bullshit Gamby was bitching about.

"Sorry Gamby but I gotta run, not like you'd know what that is though. We'll talk about Brown tomorrow, now get the fuck outta my office."

Neal sighed, muttered some regurgitated insult but ultimately left. Lee rushed to grab his belongings and ran out the door, Smith tried to ask where he was off to in a rush,

"Sir, you can't just leave! where are you even going???"

When he pulled into the driveway, 'Thank God' he thought as he saw your car parked there. He got out, left all his belongings in the car, not a care. You were more important; you were the most important thing in his life. He opened the door and called;

"Shut the fuck up Smith, I can leave whenever the fuck I want and its none of your business where I am going."

Smith squeaked a reply, but Lee was already down the hall, he went to your classroom and groaned when he noticed a lack of you and your belongings. He ran to the parking lot, got into his car as soon as he didn't saw your car, without a doubt it was always parked next to his. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white, he shakily exhaled, he knew he had fucked up and was hoping you were at home.

"Y/n baby, where are you? I'm so sorry about what I said."

The silence was nerve-racking, so after checking all the other rooms for you, he headed to the bedroom to check. There you were, peaceful and asleep, he couldn't have been happier. He walked across the room to the side to the bed you were facing, and sat gently on the bed, softly stroking your hair.

Your POV:

You slowly awoke out of a dreamless slumber to someone touching you. You flinched when you realised it was Lee, and you remembered everything that happened today. He felt your reaction and immediately pulled his hand away. He saw the tear streaks on your face and sighed,

"Y/n I am so fuckin' sorry; I should have never had said those hurtful things to you, you didn't deserve that, God, I don't deserve you. I didn't even mean them, I need you so much, and you do so much for me, and I take that shit for granted, please forgive me y/n, I love you."

You saw the raw emotion across his face and sat up, you could see the tears in his eyes, and you couldn't help but wipe the one away falling down his cheek with your thumb. You smiled softly and leaned into him,

"I forgive you Lee, and I love you so much. I don't think you meant it but what you said really fucking hurt, and this hiding our relationship is really hurting us, so please can we finally go public and not have to worry and hide anymore?"

"Thank you so much and fuck it! who gives a shit if you and I are together? whoever doesn't like it can suck my dick, I can't lose you honey."

You smiled, finally knowing you'd and Lee would finally be able to be yourselves without having hide and sneak around.

"You aren't losing me Lee; I wouldn't do that to you. Now kiss me, you idiot."

He didn't hesitate a second before crashing his lips into yours, your hands finding his neck before climbing into his lap. His hands sneaked around your waist bringing you even closer, you could feel his erection under you, and you couldn't help moaning into his mouth. He broke the kiss to whisper,

"Well now how about I make do of my promise from earlier?"

The End

I hope this was good! please leave comments or asks if you enjoyed :)

[colubrina]

How I Got My Agent, Take Two

I’m so ridiculously over the top happy to say I’ve signed with a literary agent to sell my magical bookbinder book.  This has been a long process that started in 2017, and I’m genuinely overjoyed.

It played out thus:

Write book one.

Write book two. Query the book.

Write book three. Query the book.

Write book four. Get into Pitch Wars with the book. (Yay!) Query the book.

Write book five. Get into Author Mentor Match with the book. (Yay!) Query the book.

Write book six.

Write book seven.

Write book eight.

Write book nine.

Get a Revise and Resubmit offer from an agent for book five. Do it.

Start querying book six.

Get an offer from the R&R (Yay!)

Write book ten.

Book five dies on submission.

Start writing book eleven.

My agent and I amicably part ways.

Start writing book twelve.

Finish querying book six.

Query book ten.

Start writing book thirteen.

Go back to book eleven.

Go to a live pitch event. Pitch book eleven to two agents. Neither likes it. One asks what else I’m working on, and when I do the one sentence pitch for book twelve, says, “I could sell that.”

Pivot to finishing that book.

Query book twelve, sending queries first to four agents who only want queries and who are actively requesting off those queries. Get a 75% request rate. Query is fire. Check.  Unfortunately, every agent rejects when they see the opening pages, which turn out not to be fire.

Revise opening

Resume querying book twelve.  In case you’ve lost count, while this is the twelfth book I’ve written, it’s ‘only’ the seventh I’ve queried.

Finish drafting book thirteen in NaNo. Revise. Send to CPs.

Have existential crisis on a Tuesday. Meltdown on Tumblr. Weep in my living room. All my books have failed.  I do not know how to write a better book.  Maybe I should give up. This turns out to be a very well-timed dark night of the soul within the narrative.

Get two full requests for book twelve on Wednesday.

Get an email telling me one of my short stories has been held for consideration on Thursday.

On Friday get an email that the woman who handles submissions for one of those agents from Wednesday loved the book but she doesn’t think it’s a great fit for the agent I queried.  Would I mind if she forwarded it in-house to a different agent?  In shocking news, I would not mind this. 

On Monday, get an email asking for a call.

On Wednesday, which is Valentine’s Day, have a call with the agent.  She’s lovely in every way, her thoughts on the book are so good, every editorial idea she floats is good. Like, really good.  She is super enthusiastic about repping the book and offers to do so.

There is an etiquette requirement at this point that I tell any agent who has the book that I have an offer on the table and give them two weeks to respond, so I go around nudging all the agents with a full (four people) and several agents who only have a query. Three more agents request fulls. The rejections start trickling in.  People are very sweet and complimentary, and I am deeply, deeply relieved that I never waver from how much I adore the original offering agent.

I sign with her on February 29.

Final stats for Book Twelve (THE ARCHIVE OF THE WORLD):

Total Queries Sent:  39 Requests Before Offer: 8 (20.5% request rate) Request Rate Including Post-Offer Requests: 28.2%

Year I Started this Nonsense:  2017 Total Queries Sent across 7 books:  456

Takeaway wisdom:  The query trenches are a soul-mangling machine into which we all keep putting our souls and most of us don’t make it out unmangled.  I am not unmangled. BUT, I am a persistence hunter, and I will walk steadily towards publishing until it lies down in exhaustion and gives up.

Thanks for hanging out with me as I do.

Also, this book is so much fun.  You’re going to love it.

[stateofcharles]

translating vanzini's commentary on charles' wins

spa 2019: the finale is here. last corner, the one that again brings Charles Leclerc on the finish line. IL PREDESTINATO WINS THE BELGIAN GRAND PRIX! CHARLES LECLERC FIRMLY CONQUERS THE FIRST VICTORY OF HIS CAREER!

monza 2019 (do we really need the translation?) he goes by the Ascari, then onto the straight towards the Parabolica. he arrived on Wednesday asking, the first thing he asked: who won? after winning his first race, the second comes immediately, consecutively. there’s 8 of them, there’s 8. and now they become 9, now they become 9. IL PREDESTINATO WINS THE ITALIAN GRAND PRIX! AFTER 9 YEARS FERRARI GETS BACK ON THE FIRST STEP! CHARLES LECLERC WINS IN MONZA! A TRIUMPH, A MAJESTIC RACE, SENSATIONAL. THIS BOY IS PURE EMOTION!

bahrain 2022: ladies and gentlemen, Tifosi, 903 days after the last win. 12 years ago here, there was the last 1-2 on the first race. IL PREDESTINATO WINS THE BAHRAIN GRAND PRIX!

australia 2022: (marc gene) carlo, he’s going for the fastest lap! (vanzini) i cannot believe it, purple first sector, purple second sector. pay attention to Alonso [...] but this is fairly irrelevant, if we want. onto the last corner, even the orange fans stand up, how nice. IL PREDESTINATO WINS THE AUSTRALIAN GRAND PRIX! AN IMPRESSIVE SHOWDOWN OF FERRARI!

austria 2022: going downhill, the seventh [corner]. there’s only 3 [corners] left Charles, only 3 left. the eight. the ninth comes now. the tenth. ladies and gentlemen, IL PREDESTINATO WINS THE AUSTRIAN GRAND PRIX, AFTER AN INCREDIBLE RACE, AN INCREDIBLE SUFFERING

monaco 2024: the last lap is starting for Leclerc. he’s going uphill, right where he would take the bus to go to school. onto the Casino. now downhill by Mirabeau, where he would lean out on the railings to watch f1 cars racing. on his streets, where he was born in 1997. from his dad Hervé, who passed away 7 years ago. that last lie: i signed with Ferrari. it wasn’t true, yet. that lie, he wasn’t feeling well. he would go with his father to the Bianchi family’s circuit, in Brignoles, to try karting for the first time. it’s a roaring Monaco. the pool, now exiting, one last time. Rascasse going uphill. at your home Charles, at your home Charles, at your home Charles, at your home Charles. CHARLES LECLERC WINS THE MONACO GRAND PRIX! FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS CAREER, WHAT A WEEKEND, WHAT A FEELING! perhaps the most boring race in the history of formula 1, but with such a feeling, a deep waiting for a driver who had lots of bad luck at his home race. he brings it home like this, Charles Leclerc. 

monza 2024: it’s such an emotion, Monza [...] Lesmo 2, Serraglio Charles, then Ascari (marc gene: world champion material here). Ascari. his front right tyre is merely a black strip, and so is the front left. it’s incredible, it’s incredible. he gets to Alboreto, to the Parabolica. ladies and gentlemen, 5 years ago we were telling the first Monza win of the Predestinato, so then LET’S ALL GO BACK TO CALL HIM LIKE THAT, BECAUSE THIS IS A PREDESTINATO RACE! IL PREDESTINATO WINS THE ITALIAN GRAND PRIX, AFTER A FANTASTIC RACE, INCREDIBLE. HE INVENTED SOME MAGIC THAT ONLY HIM, ONLY FERRARI COULD THINK OF, IMAGINE AND CARRY OUT. IT’S A FANTASTIC DAY FOR THE TIFOSI, EVERYONE STANDING AND CLAPPING [...] AT OUR HOME CHARLES, AT OUR HOME CHARLES. WHAT A FEELING!

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Ruby: MMmm-MH! Goooood Morning Yang!

Yang: *Brushing Teeth* M'rn Rbs!

Ruby: You're up bright and early. What's up?

Yang: *Spits in sink* Me and Blakey got a whole day planned-*Gargling & Swishing Mouthwash, Spits* We're gonna go for a walk in the park to get some pictures taken and do a little window shopping, then we're meeting up with her parents for lunch!

Ruby: You've got a whole day planned, Huh! Is there something special about to ... day ...

Ruby checks the calender - wednesday, Febuary 14th.

Valentines day

Ruby: Nonono! Not now! I haven't prepared!

Yang: Sorry Rubes! I gotta get dressed, so unless you wanna see me naked again, you should-

Ruby: I'm going, I'm going!

~~~~~

Ruby: Hey Weiss! Blake and Yang are busy-

Weiss: I have Dates planned Ruby! I'm afraid I can't help you.

Ruby: With- I'm sorry did you say 'Dates' as in Dates Plural?

Weiss: Yes I did.

Ruby: Isn't that kind of-

Penny: Salutations Ruby! I am here to see My Valentines for the day!

Ruby: Penny? You're going out with Weiss?

Jaune: I am too! We're going to be switching on and off throughout the day!

Ruby: What.

Penny: Knowing that you identify as 'Asexual' I inquired what romance felt like to Weiss, who was on her way to ask Jaune on a 'date.' Jaune brought up how Polyamorous relationships were uncommon but plausible, so Weiss agreed to spend her time with us both!

Ruby: ... Oh.

Weiss: Yes, and I still need to finish readying up! Please leave so that I may Dress!

~~~~~

Loud Thumping and groaning may be heard behind Ren and Nora's Door, along with slapping sounds.

Ruby: I dunno why I thought they'd be doing anything else.

~~~~~

Oscar: Hey Ruby! What're you up to?

Ruby: Finding you! Everyone else is busy with Valentines, so I figured "hey, Oscar hasn't seemed interested in anyone, and he know what romance is" so I looked for you so we could have a Totally Platonic hangout. Which, for Valentines day would be weird-

Whitley: *Barging in* Hello my Evergreen~ I brought Cinnamon raisin Oatmeal cookies for my most sweet of sweets~

Oscar: Uuuhh ... Sorry Ruby, I'm kinda busy?

Ruby: ￣へ￣

~~~~~

Ruby: *Knocking on Door* HEY UNCLE QROW!

Robyn: *Wrapped in a towel* Sorry kid, He's busy in the Bathroom.

Ruby: ... i though him and Clover-

Clover: I'm here Too!

Qrow: I got a big heart Kid! Now leave and let me bathe with these guys, or I'll tell them about your seventh brithday!

Clover: Now that I wanna hear!

Ruby: You wouldn't!

Robyn: *Holding Qrow's hand* He Would.

Ruby: ... Got it. Have a nice time. Please leave a sock on your handle next time this happens!

~~~~~

Ruby: ...

Emerald: How do they feel now?

Mercury: *Rubbing his legs, crying Slightly* They feel Real. They feel like they're back.

Ruby: Well That's sweet.

Emerald: We're trying. I'd talk more but concentration-

Ruby: And Merc seems like he needs you, have a nice day.

~~~~~

Ruby: Hey Winter-

Winter: ...

Cinder: *On Winter's shoulder* ...

Ruby: ... I'll be going.

~~~~~

Ruby: Hey Miss Schnee-

Willow: *sweaty and Flushed* Hello Dear! I'm afraid I don't have much time-

Kali: Willow~ We have time for one more round before me and Ghira need to see our Kitten~

Ruby: Just go-

Willow: I can take a break if you need-

Ruby: I'll be fine, i get it-

Willow: Seriously, If you need something-

Ruby: Thank you, but I'm good, all good, go have your fun-

~~~~~

TaiYang: Hey! You've reached the Personal Scroll of Taiyang Xiao Long! At the moment I am pounding someone's ass right now, and Can't reach you! PLease leave a message at the Tone!

Ruby: *Hangs up* Safe to assume that's where Raven is.

~~~~~

Ruby: ... Hey? Hey Torchwick!

Roman: *Sitting at a table at a cafe* Little Red, I'm not in the mood for any of our games today.

Ruby: What do you mean?

Roman: Look, Neo's a free spirit, and on today of all days, she's reveling in Warm bodies rather than cold blood, leaving little ol' me out to dry, just cause the way I get down and Dirty is only ever stylish not sexy.

Ruby: ... yeah, I get that. Everyone I can think of is either being horny or romantic. It's annoying.

Roman: Oh-ho-ho! It seems the little nightmare for all the criminals in Vale is and Ace of Spades, huh?

Ruby: Well ... *Unfurling Crescent Rose as she takes a seat* Wrong Farm tool, but yeah, my flags fly white, gray, Green and Purple.

Roman: ... how about truce for today? I get the feeling if we stay out of each other's trouble our friends and family can have a nice day.

Ruby: No assault, theft from Mom and Pop shops, no murders, no trafficking and no destruction of property.

Roman: ... take off destruction of property.

Ruby: Hostile architecture only.

Roman: *Extending his hand* Deal.

Ruby: *shaking his hand* Sweet.

[detta-pica]

Suguru sits still and kind of tense for a moment, then slumps sideways against the back of the sofa, sighing. “How did you even make it here, if you can’t see?” It’s a good question. Satoru has surprised himself with his ability to traverse the streets of Tokyo at night. The disgustingly sentimental part of him that he generally tries not to listen to these days insists that he’ll always find his way to Suguru, no matter what. More realistically, he knows the city well, has (had?) excellent spatial awareness and memory, and so he didn’t really need his eyes for navigation. “I followed my nose,” he says nonsensically, sniffing loudly for good measure. It’s not fully a lie. Once he got close to Suguru’s building, he found that he could, in fact, detect the faint, unmistakable scent of Suguru’s cursed energy. It’s so unique, the way it smells, the way it looks, swirling near Suguru’s stomach, smoky, malicious, like Suguru has to be careful to keep it contained. It’s always been like this. It makes Satoru feel safe. As if he’s read Satoru’s thoughts, Suguru changes his demeanor. It’s subtle, especially when all Satoru can see is his cursed energy, but the atmosphere, the vibe, definitely shifts. Satoru has a sixth--uh, seventh sense for that sort of thing. “Don’t you think coming to me was maybe not the smartest move?” Suguru asks softly. And, sure, there is a small possibility that Suguru might use this as an opportunity to take over jujutsu society or something. But if that’s the case, Satoru would rather know right away, and also, Suguru might as well end him, then, because he doesn’t want to live in a world in which--yeah. It’s all the same, in that way. “It was you or becoming a hunter-gatherer halfway up some mountain,” Satoru says honestly. “Or a remote island, maybe, but an island I could swim to probably doesn’t count as remote, does it?” “I’m gonna make you eat so many vegetables,” Suguru threatens. “And you’d better not grumble, because I will strangle you if you make the girls think peas are gross or something.” Satoru finishes his tea quickly, waves his mug at Suguru until he takes it, then wilts, all the tension leaving his body until he’s mostly horizontal, head propped up awkwardly by the arm of the sofa. He gets to stay. He’s not gonna die, and maybe the entire jujutsu society won’t be thrown into chaos. “Hey, no. You can noodle out in bed.” Satoru blinks behind the sleep mask. “Your bed?” “I don’t have room for an extra futon, so yes. Trust me, this sofa is not big enough.” That sounds like a only one bed situation, and Satoru is so down.

Another excerpt from Pathways for WIP Wednesday. This fic is so weirdly difficult to write. First it was research forcing me to slow down, and now it's the (very) dubious morality that's making me reconsider some things. I am making progress, though.

[wardentabriis]

I haven't finished it yet, but have a little bit of the upcoming Lin/Lucanis wedding for Rook Wednesday :3

It's not what House Dellamorte would have wanted for its favorite son. No chantry, no wedding bells, no parading down the streets of Treviso. Still, Arlathan Forest is beautiful in a way only something so far from any city can be. At night, the glow of wild magic illuminates the sky like an ever-shifting aurora. The Veil is thin here, and the smell of burning kindling is heavy in the air.

“Fireflies,” Lin says, holding out his hand to one of the glowing insects floating through the Veil Jumpers’ camp. It alights on his outstretched finger, pulsing yellow-green. Before he can offer it to Lucanis, it flits away once more. “Flighty little things, beautiful nonetheless.”

In the bonfire light, the violet details of Lucanis’ black coat shimmer, embroidery shining with silver threads. It lays open over a simple undershirt, ruffles peeking out at his wrists, accompanied simply by high-waisted trousers and his newest, least worn-in pair of knee-high boots. It’s not what he’d wear for a chantry wedding, Lin knows that much, but it’s far more suited to a night of revelry in the middle of the woods.

Lin considered wearing his Warden dress uniform for a brief moment before they left, but it didn't feel right. Not to mention how poorly it fit when he tried it on for the first time in months. He opted for loose blue tunic and trousers he bought in Treviso, decorated with a navy and silver silk shawl. It felt right, somehow.

He asked Harding to braid Brona’s bloom into his hair tonight. She’d been bedridden in the Lighthouse infirmary for weeks, but Lin wasn’t about to let her miss out. Neither was she, it seemed, considering Eavan carried her here.

There’s hardly a soul missing among their friends, come to think of it. Surprising, considering how quickly they’d put everything together; then again, access to an eluvian network doesn’t hurt when it comes to planning.

It feels wrong to call the guests a rag-tag group. Some are far too important for that label. In any other circumstance, having the Lord Inquisitor, the Warden-Commander of Ferelden, the acting First Warden, the Imperial Divine, and the Archon of Tevinter seated around a fire in the middle of Arlathan would seem like an assassin’s dream. Not when the Crows are involved; at least not when the Fifth and Seventh Talon are present.

“Does it bother you?” Lin asks, caution tempering his voice. “Caterina not being here?”

Lucanis doesn’t answer for a moment. “I don’t know. She asked if I was joking when I invited her. And when I said I wasn’t...”

“You don’t have to tell me, not if you don’t want to say it.”

“She said I must be trying to fix my mistakes.”

“...Ah. I see.”

Lucanis rests his hand on Lin’s arm. “This is not a mistake. You are not a mistake.”

“I don’t think you’d be marrying me if you thought so.” Lin laughs, but it catches in his throat. “Creators, that’s strange to say. I never thought I’d get married. Honestly, I thought I'd succumb to the blight before I had the chance.”

[lvsifer]

the sweet & talented @cilil tagged me on WIP Wednesday, so have a lil snipped from the next chapter of my Paul x Feyd fic <3

Feyd-Rautha lies down on the bed, closes his eyes and thinks of the boy. Reflected red light slashes the tenebrous room in half, a laceration that cuts Feyd-Rautha off by the chest. He touches where the light warms his skin just above his seventh rib and dips his fingers between his costal arches. Here. He imagines Paul’s blade push inside. He moans. “Come to me, Atreides,” Feyd-Rautha murmurs into the empty room, then throws an arm over his face, bites at his own skin enough to bruise while his free hand sinks between his legs. What if the secret door opened and the boy came to him now? Feyd-Rautha imagines Paul’s lesser weight on top of him, spreading Feyd-Rautha’s thighs.

And ALSO, this super old angbang wip from...2016..........that I will finish...some day:

Yet in gloaming Melkor had once more returned, gargantuan and of-augury. A light had shone in his eyes, both fiery and frore. Naught of offering or promises foul, only this: his hand extended, and crackling along the whiteness of his skin, power. And Mairon had taken it. For what Mairon wants is not to serve. He wants to make. Suddenly he needs not pledge himself. Nil binds him, but his own will to power. Torn from slumber, he for the first time sees, and stares into the depths of the world. And deeper than woe or servitude, cradled in igneous rock, lie his own blackening desires, clamouring for eternity. And eternal shall they be.

tagging: @sauron-kraut (i know cilil also tagged you but still <3), @jamlocked, @liesmyth, @saintstars, @crackinthecup, @curufiin @theskeletonprior

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Service Wolf

After graduating Nevermore Academy Wednesday attends the prestigious Alighieri Institute to hone her psychic abilities as she continues her detective work. Enid joins her as her service werewolf; there to alert her of visions and try to keep her out of danger as much as possible. All characters 18 years or older. Wenclair.

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Chapter 3

"Of them the world endures no memory;

Mercy and justice them alike disdain."

"Oh. Hey." Enid said awkwardly as she reentered their room the next morning. Wednesday lay in the middle of the room with papers and books haphazardly stroon around her. Dark bags hung heavily under her eyes. Enid walked over, careful to avoid disturbing her work. "Did you sleep, like, at all?"

"I don't need sleep." Wednesday said, though her bloodshot eyes told a different story.

"Well, good thing it's the weekend." Enid said before kissing her on the forehead. "I don't think I'd trust you to walk alone to class like this."

"Your jestfull concern is duly noted." Wednesday said, blinking slowly as she fought to keep her eyes open.

"So… Did you figure anything else out?" Enid asked, glancing back at the crime board.

"Only vague speculation and unsubstantiated theories." Wednesday said, willing herself to sit up.

"Okay so like…?" Enid looked back at her.

"The papers from yesterday, they were arranged like the victims from the crime scene eight years ago." Wednesday said, struggling to get to her feet. Enid hurried over to help her. "There were seven victims in total."

"Okay." Enid said slowly. Wednesday tapped the board.

"Where else do we find a connection between the number seven and this symbol?" She prompted.

"Uh." Enid stared at the board blankly.

"Bismuth." Wednesday said, nodding seriously. "But I can see from the look on your face that we are in agreement." Enid blushed. She had no idea what Wednesday was talking about. "Bismuth isn't theorized to be one of the first seven metals found."

"Totally." Enid said, nodding along with her.

"But then I thought, what if this wasn't the alchemical symbol for bismuth but instead the zodiac symbol Taurus? However, Taurus rules the second house of the wheel and not the seventh, which is Libra. Perhaps the murderer was a Taurus and his victims all Libras." Wednesday said, rubbing her eyes. "So I looked at the birthdays of the victims. Only one Libra. I decided the dates of the disappearances, their heights, any specific number I could tie back to them to add credence to this hypothesis that seven and this symbol were connected in some way." She interrupted herself with a yawn. "And yet I found nothing." Wednesday felt blindly behind her for her chair. Enid pushed it forward and Wednesday slumped into it.

"So then I looked into the symbolism of the circle and half circle and the number seven separately." Wednesday said, crossing her arms as her head started to droop. Her eyelids threatened to close but she pushed on. "Circles can represent many things: celestial bodies, cycles, wholeness, perfection, unity. The half circle: division, duality…" Her voice trailed off as her eyes closed. Enid looked at her with a mixture of affection and pity. Wednesday had clearly exhausted herself without her there to stop her or make her take breaks. She glanced back at their shared bed. Just as she reached for Wednesday she jerked back awake. "Imperfection." She blurted and blinked rapidly. "Which leaves the number seven-"

"Hey." Enid said, squeezing her shoulder. "How about you tell me all about it after you get some sleep, okay?"

"No, no, I can finish my explanation-" Wednesday protested.

"Hey." Enid said, nuzzling her gently. "Small, dark, and gloomy." Wednesday felt her cheeks burn pleasantly. "Why don't you take a little dirt nap, for me?"

"I- Well, if it's for you-" Wednesday cleared her throat. "I suppose-" Enid was already lifting her into her arms effortlessly. Wednesday avoided her eyes in mild embarrassment as she allowed Enid to carry her back to bed.

"Get some rest and we can keep talking about this when you wake up, okay?" Enid said, setting her down and tucking her into bed.

"I shall hold you to your word." Wednesday said, somewhat flustered as Enid brushed a few stray hairs out of her face.

"Mmhm." Enid hummed noncommittally as her hand gently brushed against Wednesday's cheek. Wednesday crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes. Enid sat down at the foot of the bed and watched over her until she knew she was asleep. Then she pulled out her phone and opened her camera roll. She had taken pictures of the scene before Wednesday had her vision.

She zoomed in on the papers and glanced back at the one pinned to the crime board. They all looked random. A flyer, perhaps a letter, a brochure, and a few others she couldn't discern. Enid frowned as she tried to piece together why the first paper only caused a vision but the others induced psychic seizures.

She stretched and retracted her claws. The papers had been carefully sterilized to remove the scent of the perpetrator. Clearly whoever they were after knew how to evade a seer and a werewolf. She sighed as she got up and crossed the room to open her backpack.

Enid pulled out the textbook and workbook she had grabbed from the library and flipped through the pages. She stopped when she came to the chapter on psychic seizures. Glancing between the book and photo on her phone she began ruling out probable causes. Her eyes finally landed on a possible answer.

'Multi Traumatic Event Objects - Psychic visions are most typically triggered by objects tied directly to events with highly elevated emotions (ie family photos, wedding rings, murder weapons, crime scenes, etc). In very rare cases an object can be tied to multiple traumatic events which causes the psychic's senses to be overloaded as they experience visions of all events simultaneously. One of the most notable examples of an MTE object is the Hope Diamond.'

Enid looked back at the photo. How could these simple random papers be connected to multiple traumatic events? She shook her head. It didn't make sense, but then again none of the other explanations offered seemed to fit. She closed her eyes. She really didn't want to go back and grab the papers, if they were even still there, and also didn't want to risk having an object in her possession that was an active threat to Wednesday.

Enid glanced back at the board. What information did they already have that they could work with? She scratched behind her ear as she thought. They knew that there were several people that had gone missing, seven of which whose bodies were found at the scene they had investigated. None of the missing people seemed to have any connection with each other. At least not an obvious one.

Enid sighed as she read through the information Wednesday had gathered on each victim. No pattern in ages, cities, education, income, or hobbies. She furrowed her brow as she double checked the occupation of each. At least two of the seven were listed as professional athletes. It could just be a coincidence or…

Enid hurried to grab her computer. Wednesday had likely overlooked the victims' digital footprint. She sat down at her desk and opened multiple tabs as she began typing in their names.

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

WIP Wednesday

Doing this early because it's -3 degrees out and I literally said "oh that's the warmest morning this week!"

This is from the upcoming chapter in my TK's growing up years fic - 💝

2010 -

“You hear that?” Sophie asked. “I think someone’s at the door”. TK sat up on his bed. He heard it; someone was knocking at the door. “You think it’s Mom?” Sophie asked.

“She usually uses the intercom,” TK said, shaking his head. He looked at the clock on his nightstand. It was just a little after eight thirty. “Plus, Dad said she’d be here at nine. She’ll probably be early, but… not this early”.

“She has to lecture both kids,” his sister pointed out. “She might want to be early for that”.

“True,” TK nodded. He rolled off the bed and poked his head out. The bathroom door was closed; his dad was still in the shower. “I’ll check the door,” he told his sister.

“Dad said to stay in our room until Mom gets here,” Sophie reminded him.

“Well, he should have thought of that before he went to shower,” TK called back. Plus, he thought to himself, after last night, he couldn’t imagine he could possibly get in more trouble from just answering the door.

At least, not until he saw who was at the door.

“Hunter!” TK exclaimed. He glanced behind him quick; bathroom door was still closed. He turned back and said without thinking, “Am I dreaming?” To check, he reached out and took Hunter’s hand. Even though he had last seen Hunter nine hours ago, he had painted his nails since then.

“Yes, yes you are,” Hunter joked, his eyes twinkling. “I was dreaming that someone very cute on the seventh floor was stealing all of my hoodies and I had to invade your dream to get them back”.

TK looked down at his chest; he did still have Hunter’s Fall Out Boy hoodie on. “Well, that’s your own fault,” TK giggled. “You’ve been to way more concerts than I have”.

“Well, I’ve been telling you we should fix that,” Hunter smiled so TK could see the barbell in his tongue. “But,” Hunter said, interlocking his fingers with TK’s, “after I got back downstairs last night, I texted you. And then I did again when I got up. I wondered if your dad took your phone”.

“He did”. TK sighed. With how pissed his dad was last night, TK wouldn’t be surprised if his dad had put his phone down the garbage disposal.

“And I wanted to see you,” Hunter told him. TK blushed at that; he couldn’t help it. “And I knew your mom would be by early,” Hunter added. “And stopping by when you’re over there might be more… dangerous”.

“Yeah, it would be”. TK nodded. “Still,” he added, “coming up here is hardly safer after last night”. He smiled at his boyfriend. “You’re very brave”.

“Not the word I’d use, kiddo,” a sharp voice came from behind TK. TK turned and saw the bathroom door had opened and his dad was standing there, not looking too pleased.

“Hi, Dad!” TK said brightly. He dropped Hunter’s hand.  “Hunter was just—”

“Leaving?” Owen finished, taking a step closer. “Cause that’s really the only thing Hunter should be doing. And TK should be going back to his room".

“Dad,” TK said, “can we talk for just a minute? Please?” He rocked back and forth on his heels.

Owen sighed. “Okay. One minute”. He leaned back against the kitchen table, crossing his arms.

“Are you… going to stand there the whole time?” TK asked, even though he knew the answer.

“Yep”. His dad nodded. “You’ve got fifty four seconds now, by the way”. As TK turned back around, Hunter reached for his hand again. Now TK felt pressure to come up with something really good to say.

“Oh”. He thought of something. “I think my mom called your mom and left her a message about last night”.

“She did,” Owen said from behind TK.

“Did she say anything to you?” TK asked.

“She’s not up yet”. Hunter shook his head. “So we’ll see. She should be cool about it, though”.

Behind him, TK heard his dad muttering, “Well, teenagers unsupervised with drugs, who wouldn’t be cool about that?”

“Dad,” TK whined. He looked back at Hunter. “Thank you for coming up here,” he said. “I know we probably won’t be able to hang out for a bit, and—”

“The words ‘probably’ and ‘a bit’ really don’t belong in that sentence, bud,” Owen interjected, putting a hand on TK’s shoulder. “Time’s up”. He looked tiredly at his son’s boyfriend. “Hunter, I can’t make you go home, but I’m only going to ask you once to get the hell out of my doorway”.

“Dad!” TK squeaked indignantly as Owen slowly pushed him back. He looked at Hunter one more time; he hadn’t moved. “I’m sorry, he—”

“It’s okay”. Hunter said. “We’ll talk. Hold on to my hoodie for me?”

Despite everything, TK, blushed. “Yeah. I can do that”.

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[up-to-some-good]

Mission Accomplished

Part two to this, but can be read as a standalone. Written for @jilymicrofics February 25 - sentimental

James was going to propose that night. Lily knew it as well as anyone. It was a Wednesday, their usual date night, and James had somehow gotten a reservation at their favourite restaurant despite the owner's firm policy against reservations. It wasn't a special date, not their anniversary or Valentine's or anything, but it was a special place. The restaurant was where their first date had taken place in the summer before seventh year. They didn't go there often, not unless it was a special occasion, so Lily knew that tonight was the night.

For all his scheming and mischief, James Potter was not a subtle man. He had spent the past few weeks having secret meetings with the marauders while she was out. She had once walked in on them, having finished her work early, and the conversation had immediately stopped when she walked in the room. She was also pretty sure James had gone to see her parents the past weekend while she was out with Mary. He had come home in an incredibly good mood and her mom had been in equally good spirits that night when they had their weekly phone call.

She had done her best to help James with his plans, albeit subtly. On her weekly coffee date with Sirius, she had steered him past a jewellery shop and made sure to give details about her ring preferences to him in hopes he'd pass them on. She had lent her camera to Remus when he asked without asking tooany questions, knowing he hated lying and was terrible when put on the spot. She knew the ring was hidden somewhere in the house and that if she tried, she could probably find it, but she hadn't gone looking. She would see it soon.

Lily dressed carefully for their date that evening. It wasn't a formal place, but she took care to wear something nice, knowing there would be pictures. She found herself feeling quite sentimental as they walked to the restaurant hand in hand, remembering there first date like it was yesterday. James had been so nervous, stumbling over his words and fidgeting constantly. It was a far cry from the man walking beside her now, holding her hand loosely and chatting to her with ease, completely confident.

They were seated on the patio, sparkling lights overhead and a cool breeze keeping them comfortable. Lily spied a familiar couple across the street on a bench, conspicuously hiding their faces behind newspapers.

She and James ordered their usual favourites, and she almost forgot what was happening as they fell into comfortable conversation. It was after they ordered dessert that James started fidgeting, cracking his knuckles and messing with his hair. She reached across the table for his hand and gave him a knowing smile. He smiled back easily and scooted his chair back a little.

"You're too smart to not know what's going on tonight," he said. "I have something I want to ask you, if you'll let me."

She nodded, unable to speak as her eyes started to sting with tears.

"Lily," he started. "I think I've loved you since the first time I saw you, back when I was an eleven year old with a head too big for his shoulders and no common sense. It's been an incredible privilege to get to be with you and to fall more in love with you every day. I don't know who I am without you anymore and I don't want to find out."

He moved over to kneel next to their table, holding out a ring to her.

"Lily Evans, will you marry me?"

She leaned forward to cup his cheek.

"Of course I will," she said. "You know that."

There was a camera flashing and applause from the other patrons as James slid the ring onto her finger, but she didn't really care. All she cared about was the man in front of her with his messy hair and crooked glasses, smiling at her like she hung the moon. James Potter. Her fiancé.

[bearterritory]

#5 Bears End NCAA's in 7th Place

Tatematsu, Fouillet Earn Top-20 Finishes

LAS VEGAS, Nev. – Playing through windy conditions on the final day of the NCAA Regional, the California women's golf team moved up the leaderboard for the second straight round, ending in seventh place with a pair of top-20 individual finishes.

Senior Rina Tatematsu (73-74-71 – 218) made the Golden Bears' biggest climb of the day, jumping up 12 spots to earn a team-best 13th-place finish. She was one of just three golfers to shoot under par on Wednesday at Spanish Trail Country Club, tying for the round's second-lowest score with a 1-under-par 71. Tatematsu had a team-best five birdies on the day, while her 2-under tournament total on par 3s led the entire field.

Constance Fouillet (76-68-76 – 220) finished 4-over both for the day and the tournament, ending her first NCAA Regional in 18th place. She caps her stellar debut season with a 72.7 scoring average, breaking the program's previous freshman scoring record of 73.6 set by Katherine Zhu in 2018-19.

After missing the first round due to illness, sophomore Adora Liu (70-73) bounced back to post the team's second-lowest score in two straight rounds. Her 1-over 73 in round three was good for the seventh-best individual score.

Senior Cristina Ochoa (75-77-75 – 227) closed out her final regional in 41st place with a 3-over 75 and sophomore Olivia Lee (80-76-77 – 233) carded a 5-over 77.

Despite starting the day 11 strokes out of fifth place, the Bears remained confident knowing that they had saved their best score for the last round in seven of their previous eight tournaments. They finished six strokes shy of matching fifth-place Florida State (+14), which advanced to the NCAA Championships alongside UCLA (+12), Baylor (+8), Purdue (+4) and first-place Arkansas (E).

This was also the 23rd and final regional for Nancy McDaniel, who has served as Cal's founding head coach for the past 29 seasons. McDaniel – who recently announced that she will be retiring following the season – leaves behind an immense legacy that includes two Pac-10/12 and West Regional Coach of the Year awards, two Pac-10 championships, five top-five showings at NCAA Regionals, one NCAA Regional win, and three top-five finishes at the NCAA Championships.

"It's a unique day. You don't ever get this day until today, so you can't practice it," McDaniel said. "When you're in regionals, you're just thinking about regionals. But when you have former players texting you, and you see some really special alums show up in person, you understand the relationships that you've created together and the impact they've had on you. That's what it's all about."

In McDaniel's final season at the helm, the Bears tied or broke six program records, most of which were achieved during a blistering stretch in the fall when they won three straight competitions for the first time ever.

Since setting four program records at the Molly Invitational in September, the Bears have continued to make this a season to remember. They defeated No. 1 Stanford 4-3 in the Big Match and came from behind to win the Ron Moore Intercollegiate in October, sealing the program's run of victories. To just miss the championships by six strokes and place 7th out of 72 teams is a respectable accomplishment by any measure.

"I'm competitive. Cal is competitive. This is another step in the direction that we're striving towards," McDaniel said. "We know where we want to be. I'm going to support, help, and be in the background to see Cal golf go to that next level. I want them to have that."

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS - Chapter 13 - Part 1

BOOK ONE: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Samuel Moretti

Noah didn't show up to school on Wednesday and when I texted him if he was alright, he left me on read.

On Thursday, he was at school but hardly spoke to me, only short responses.

I really hoped it wasn't because of Monday night.

So, at the beginning of seventh period and before Mrs. Snider came in, I brought up his lack of communication.

"Are you okay? Are you mad at me? Or upset...?"

"No, Sam. Back off," he shut me down without even looking at me.

His leg was bouncing profusely in his black joggers, his fingers anxiously tapping on the edge of his desk.

What the heck?

"Listen, if this is about Monday night, we can just forget about..." cut off, again.

"Stop talking, Sam," he told me through gritted teeth.

Ugh.

Why wouldn't he let me talk about it?

"Well, I don't want you to not talk to me all because of something that wasn't a big deal."

Noah pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Please, shut the fuck up. Just shut the fuck up."

My heart sank.

Why was he acting all cold to me?

We were just okay two days ago.

Even Monday night didn't end on a weird note, so what the heck?

Then, out of nowhere, Noah said...

"What time are you going to Zach's party?"

Huh?

My eyebrows drew together in confusion for a second before I switched to a 'hopefully' annoyed look.

"Oh, I thought I was shutting the F up?" I said bitterly, crossing my arms over my chest.

'Finally' Noah looked at me.

"No, I actually told you to shut the fuck up but I was talking about Monday night because nothing happened. I'm not upset about anything. I'm just in a mood, dealing with my own shit and you won't let me be in a mood without trying to figure me out. It's annoying," he explained.

Oh. So... Noah wasn't upset or being weird with me for the almost kiss?

'Not that it was even remotely my fault.'

He was so confusing.

"Haven and I are going around eleven," I decided to drop the Monday talk.

"Cool. That's what I was thinking as well."

"Cool, are you done being a pissy, meat-head now?"

"No, dumbass. Fuck you," but he had a hint of a smile as he turned to face the front of the classroom again.

I almost sighed in relief, Noah and I are just fine.

********

I had work that evening with Emily.

Jason and Haven, as usual, were also there.

Jason had came from work, so he was still on his Subway t-shirt.

Supposedly, Noah and him were swamped at work that day.

Which was probably why Noah had texted me...

'I fucking hope this dumbass building burns down tomorrow.'

My sister was feverishly texting on her phone with a goofy smile on her face.

Emily threw a popcorn at her face.

"Hey," Haven exclaimed as she picked the popcorn out of her hair.

"Stop texting Zach," Emily scolded her.

Emily was counting the drawer again as we waited for the last film of the night to finish.

Yes, Zach did DM Haven and like Haven always did, she ignored everyone's warnings and messaged him back.

That happened Sunday night.

So now, rumor has it at school that Zach and Haven are officially a 'thing'.

"Sorry, I can't help it," Haven claimed with a giggle.

Emily rolled her eyes, Jason gagged and I sighed.

"Also," Haven turned to me....

"I'll be at Zach's all day Saturday to help him with the party and he'll pick me up in the morning. You can have the car."

"Sweet."

"Man, I can't wait for Saturday," Jason told us with a excitement dripping off his words.

"Carter's fucking crazy when he's drunk, Noah goes through his four stages of drunk-ness which is hilarious and," he stepped behind Emily, his hands on her hips.

"I get to have wild, freaky, hot..."

"Don't even finish that fucking sentence, you pig," Emily said with mock disgust as she shoved Jason back.

Jason cackled.

"I don't get you both, if you guys are hooking up with only each other, why not just date?" I questioned.

Emily turned away, not commenting as she continued counting the drawer.

Oh, yikes.

Maybe I shouldn't have said anything.

Jason just turned it into a joke as he patted my head and told me...

"You'll understand when you're older."

I swatted his hand away, then remembered his previous words.

"What are the four stages of Noah being drunk?" I asked curiously.

"Stage one: tipsy.

Noah's all cheery and loves to dance.

Stage two: drunk.

Noah's flirtatious and hitting on everyone. Kaitlyn absolutely hates it, it's hilarious.

Stage three: surpassing drunk.

Noah's complains about how hot he is and begins stripping.

Stage four can go one of two ways.

Emotional Noah, where he says some mushy shit. Or worse, Angry Noah. You never want Noah to get to stage four. He gets mean and says dumb shit he regrets later."

Emily nodded.

"Noah and I didn't speak for a week because he called me a slut in front of everyone at a party once but he profusely apologized and made it up to me," Emily explained.

"Damn," Haven said.

"Yeah but he tries not to drink anymore. Hell, he hasn't gone to a party with us for like months. I don't know how you convinced him to go, Sam," Emily told me right as a bunch of people started exiting theater one.

********

Emily and Jason left before Haven and I and we were just walking to the exit when my boss, Jenny, stopped me.

"Sam, hey. Do you have have a minute," Jenny called to me.

"I'll wait in the car," Haven told me before walking out.

"What's up?" I asked Jenny.

"So, I hate to ask this of you."

Oh God, please no.

"But Sarah and John can't work on Saturday, could you please fill in? It would be so helpful."

"Um... on Saturday night?"

I wouldn't get out till at least one A.M.

"I know, I wouldn't have asked but you're one of my best workers and Emily said no."

Gosh dang it Emily.

I tried not to sigh and show my disappointment as I gave her a tiny, reassuring smile.

"Sure... I can work on Saturday."

"Oh. Thank you so much, I knew you'd pull through for me," Jenny gushed, bringing me into an unwanted hug.

Great, now I have to work Saturday night.

No party for me.

[inkandpaperqwerty]

I finished A Song by Any Other Name (Steve, Loki, and Thor listen to songs that make no sense - see the list), and I’m hoping to post it sometime this coming week, though I don’t know exactly when. I still have to polish it up a bit.

Still waiting to hear back about my sales TIN, but I talked with my sister last week, and we got some stuff sorted out. I’m going to start looking for ARC readers in early June, so please let me know if that interests you!

Decided to name the Slave!Castiel fic (see the list) Rehearsing Tragedies after a Seventh Day Slumber song. Last weekend it was almost at 12,000 words, and now it’s over 15,000. Ahem. Yeah. It’s really taking off, and I have no idea when it will be done.

Still working on Through the Gate (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood x Criminal Minds – see the list), and I think that might be the next multichapter story I post, though I’m not 100% sure.

We’ve got two more chapters to Awesome Mix Vol. 1, which will be updated on Wednesday, 05/08/2024! I can’t believe it’s almost over… I feel like I just started it…

As always, thanks for reading! I really appreciate your support!

[meditatewithfernando]

Materialize the right love in your life with these love meditations.

You can materialize an amazing love life when you experience these love meditations. Hello! How is the week going? I hope the January Forecast has helped you. This week we are going to talk about Love Meditations. We will talk about a group of meditations that are very easy and that focus on materializing the love life you desire. All my life, friends and family have told me that my voice is very soothing. Several years ago, a shaman and vocalist friend encouraged me to create guided meditations, and that's how I started. Since then, I began to develop them, inspired and channeled through my Spirit Guides. Therefore, please, remember that you only need to set clear intentions before starting guided meditations, and then let go completely and allow yourself to have. Finally, don't forget you will fill your existence with highly positive energies! If you want to experience a life-transforming guided meditation, this is your opportunity. It is time to bring romance and an amazing connection! We can always improve things, so even if your love life is perfect, you will benefit from experiencing one of these meditations, since they are for everybody. You will not find complicated spiritual goals and will not have to change your beliefs. You only need to let go! You will bring the love that you need in your life. And as I said, even if your love life is perfect, you can elevate it more if you try one. With one of these love meditations, you too will be able to enjoy a transcendental experience! Also, believe it or not, you will feel much better when you finish one of these meditations because you will feel great liberation and well-being. Really, you just have to try these meditations, and from there, you will immediately see that the results are great. A 40% discount for Love Meditations. Of course, there had to be something! This is a considerable discount for Love Meditations. As you well know, all the meditations are $9. So, a month from now, when we discuss the next category, all the Love Meditations category will have a 40% discount. That is, the discounted price will be $5 instead of their regular price! So don't miss the opportunity to have a lot of much cheaper meditations. Here you will find all Love Meditations available! Find a spot where no one will bother you, and enjoy one of these. When you do, even if you think you will experience nothing, you will be amazed at how profound your experience is, and this will certainly make you super happy. Now is the time to try one or more of these meditations, as you will love them. Love Meditations will help you let go of everything that does not belong to you and this will make you feel better. Next week, I will bring you some interesting, and positive news. In fact, all good news, and something related to a new coupon, and an oldie that it is supposed to be expired, but it isn't. But all of this, next week! See you next Wednesday! So, If you do not want to miss a single update, click below to join our weekly newsletter, and you will gain access to exclusive content. Subscribe now! I invite you to check earlier posts: seventh year, sixth year, fifth year, fourth year, third year, second year, first year. Love & Light, Lots of blessings and abundance your way! (Home) Rev. Fernando Albert Read the full article

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Snippets under the cut

From: To Heal a Broken Mind:

 I just hold him, stroking his hair, as he slowly comes back to himself. 

Finally, his eyes open. “Wha’ happened?” he slurs. 

“A seizure,” I say shortly. 

“Why ‘m I on the ground?” 

I don’t want to distress him right now, so I simply say, “it was worse than usual.”

From: Westward Son:

I’m a damned coward. I watched my friends and family arrive and make camp from the dense branches of a weeping willow. I watched them go through their evening routine and, one by one, settle in for the night. And then I stood vigil for the rest of the night. 

I waited until Baz was out of sight this morning before I returned to the wagon train. I couldn’t face both of their reactions at once.

From: Raising Dragons:

Baz is exhausted. He had his exams this last week, and tonight is the first time he’s been able to sleep in our bed in a week, after nodding off over his notes every other day. I’m not even back to work yet. I don’t go back for months, so it is most definitely my turn to take the nighttime wake ups. 

I’ve got to step up. Be a dad. But I don’t know how.

From: Saving Simon Snow (New chapter tonight!):

“Y–you…you want to…do that? With me?” Merlin, I’ve thrown Baz so off his game that he’s actually stuttering. 

“I…” I pause, wondering what the right thing to say here is. I think we probably should have sex, yes, because I don’t trust Baz’s family or any of the other old families not to come up with a way to legally annul this marriage. It’s definitely occurred to me that they could decide to throw me back in prison now, and Baz would survive it just fine, since the conditions of his vow were met when his father had me released the first time.

From: my COBB (it has a name, but the name is a spoiler!):

I’m back at the front gates, and beginning to draw a crowd. 

Some of the newcomers are clearly guards or something, because they’re wearing the same strangely mediaeval looking uniform as the angry guy. But a lot of them are kids. Some as young as ten or eleven, I think. 

Is this a school? Or an orphanage? 

And I got inspired by a convo on the COTTA discord, so here's the bare beginnings of an Age of Sail AU (yes, a fucking seventh WIP) (Soon to be 8 unless I finish one of the nearly done ones first):

He’s standing across from me, frowning fiercely as I take my time thinking through the order he’s just given me. 

“Show me the cargo hold, cabin boy!”

The command, uttered in the perfectly posh and self-assured accent of the SS Watford’s most obnoxious passenger, caught me by surprise. Tyrannus Basilton, or Baz, as I’ve heard his mother calling him, has ignored me for the most part, since we set sail from the port of Southampton. When he’s come across me in his explorations of the ship, he doesn’t say anything, he just stares at me like I’m something particularly foul that he’s just stepped in. 

I hate him. 

From my other mystery project, which I've decided to share the name of today (I don't think it's too spoilery), The Naked Next:

“Well, everything looks right as rain, here,” I say, smiling at her coolly. “In fact, if you were any more perfect, you’d be in biology textbooks.”

“I am in biology textbooks,” she says flatly. “My physiology is unique, after all.” I stare at her, wondering if she’s kidding. Her lips remain a flat line and her eyes are flinty. I fight the urge to roll my eyes.