#anywayssss did u guys know that carriage sickness (like carsickness) was a thing?

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six sentences sunday :-) tagged by @cedarbranch yayyy thanks for the tag! many tag games lately

rules: post six sentences of your wip

so i did in fact check my poll to see what one won and wanted to post six sentences of the winner but it was a threeway tie. which. well. iconic really.

so heres frat au bcs it was the first one i found six sentences:

felix turned toward sylvain and startled. then he began to glower, which made pretty much everyone except for a small number of people nervous. sylvain personally loved to poke at felix until he glowered at sylvain. he raised a hand and waved, to see if felix’s expression could darken further. it could. it did.

and heres a fences scene ive been sitting on for fucking ever:

but steve knows what eddie’s saying, too—a warning about his parents, maybe. there’s a speech there, one eddie won’t say because he’s too busy being hurt by steve’s words but he’s thinking it and steve can’t practically hear it anyway: your parents aren’t worth this which really means why aren’t i worth it. and then, so low and bruised that steve wants to punch himself in the face, “why the hell did you have to kiss me?” and there’s a lot of answers for that: you were so kissable. i needed to know. i wasn’t thinking and i’ve been wanting to for way longer than i’d like to admit because every time you enter a room it’s like i’m pulled into your gravitational orbit.

heres the opening lines of ingrid fic:

the ride to garreg mach is trying, firstly because ingrid hates riding in a carriage, always turning pale-faced and vaguely green from its heaving down the road, and secondly because sylvain is there. in the gautier carriage pulled by gautier-bred horses, sylvain inches closer to ingrid. he’d implied she was pretty when he’d first seen her: “wow, it’s been a while,” he’d added, and she’d flushed and thought about hitting him. maybe two years ago, or anytime before that, she might have. but somehow two years feels like a lifetime compared to the other fifteen years of friendships. so far the conversation is wooden and stilted––though ingrid knows it’s not just the two years that keep her hands fixed in her lap, but also the gautier money funding ingrid’s journey to the monastery.

tagging some friends/mutuals @weedpoop @parrishh @stillmadaboutpetra @jadedpoets @micamicster @nancywheeeler @sharpbutsoft !! if i forgot u pls feel free to do it and say i tagged u :-)