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tagged by @zmwrites, thank you! here are some lines from one of the Obsession fics i’m working on for kinktober, ft Vizaeth being the most normalest boy in the whole wide world.

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His strokes—and Pharaun’s—grow more frantic. The scent of sex fills the wardrobe, the skirt in his mouth sodden. Vizaeth shifts, wishing he could see more. Be closer. Kneel on the floor while Pharaun strokes himself to completion; lay on the end of the bed while Pharaun fucks himself with his fingers. He doesn’t even need Pharaun to acknowledge his presence, he just wants to be there when it happens.

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[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

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tagged by: @winterandwords thanks!

tagging: @lynnedwardswrites | @mariahwritesstuff | @writing-is-a-martial-art | @surroundedbypearls |

@motswriting | @zmwrites

:))))) Raven and Sapphire Angst :))))) Mmmmm I love this shit :)))) The Witch Queen used the dark magic and Raven of course being Raven used himself as a shield for Sapphire :DDD

There was another stab of the burning, writhing pain and he bit back a ragged scream of pain, clutching his side as tears burned in his eyes. It was so painful and overwhelming for a brief moment he was sure it would kill him.

The others managed to fight off the Witch Queen until she used her magic to retreat, and Trievya dropped next to them while the others scattered to grab supplies from the horses.

Triveya attempted to peel back Raven’s leather armor and linen shirt underneath to get a better look, but the lightest touch made the pain infinitely worse and he flinched away as a ragged cry tore out of his throat.

Triveya said firmly, “Raven, I need to look at it, I need to see what she hit you with.”

Raven tried to apologize or respond with something coherent, but he could only manage a couple words through gritted teeth. “It- it hurts-”

Sapphire cradled his head in her hands, brushing dark waves and loose curls out of his eyes. “I know, I know it hurts,” She breathed, tears glistening in her beautiful dark blue eyes, “Triveya needs to look at it- focus on me, alright? Focus on me.”

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[oh-no-another-idea]

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Today's tags are brought to us by @willtheweaver and @winterandwords! Thanks, guys <3 Read on for the kings of arguing, who are - you guessed it - arguing ;)

📝 Share seven lines from your WIP.

“But not here,” Antonio said upon taking the floor. “Not where we could be detached and killed. Again.” “Do you think I have the time to follow you around all day and write down your poetry whenever the fancy occurs to you?” Lewis complained. “Spit it out now or sit down and be quiet.” Antonio shook his head. “They could be listening.” “Who’s they?” Lewis shouted.

Hmm...tags for @chauceryfairytales @author-a-holmes @magic-is-something-we-create @zmwrites @hd-literature and I've been tagging a lot of people lately, so anyone else that wants to is welcome, but also no pressure!

Also @sleepyowlwrites, if you'd like to be updated about the hijinks...      

[the-inkwell-variable]

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Thank you, @sableglass, for the tag! I'm going to share a few lines from The Corpse and the Killer!

“Jim -” “I can tell you right now that not everyone is going to get on those buses.  The people that stay behind need someone to help them.  Someone to answer the phone when they call for help.  I’m not asking my people to stay behind, but you can’t stop me from doing it.” “If Gotham loses you -” “There’s Bullock.  Montoya.  Cash.  There are good people on the force.  I’m going to write my recommendations for the job before I leave.  Just in case, you understand.  I don’t intend on dying to a man crazy enough to dress up as a scarecrow.” “And a man crazy enough to dress up as a bat can’t convince you?” Jim chuckled under his breath as he ducked into the cruiser.  “When’s the last time you convinced me of anything, Batman?” But the shadow was already gone.  Of course he was.

TAGGING @wyked-ao3 - @space-writes - @leahpardo-pa-potato - open tag!

[cwritesfiction]

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Tagged by @author-a-holmes and @zmwrites to share seven-ish lines!

Context: The name of the town they live in is "Garfield Beach"

Elliott stood at the register as the shells on the door clinked behind a pair of customers. Another pair of customers, their second group that day. Seated in the creaky wooden chair, Adrian pulled out his phone as soon as they were out of sight. “Where did she say she heard of us?” he asked. “Some random Facebook group. Garfield Life?" “No…it looks like that’s an actual Garfield fan group. Oh god, some of the art—”

Interested? @byjillianmaria, @radley-writes, @magnus-sm-writes

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

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Thanks @gracehosborn for the tag!

Rules: post the last seven lines you wrote! Then tag others!

From The Secret Portal Part Two:

Dr. Asghar sighed, looked at her watch. “It’s about time for everyone to get up. Go wait in the dining hall for Hye-Jin.” “Hye-Jin?” I repeated. “I never mentioned our plans to eat breakfast today.” “We’re a lot more alike than we initially thought,” Dr. Asghar mused. Confused, I slowly left the lab and headed down the hall to the elevator.

Hehehe this makes more sense in context but some may be able to figure it out

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[aalinaaaaaa]

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Thanks to @phoenixradiant for tagging me!

Long story short, I was sitting bored on a train this weekend and decided to write a continuation of this Flash Friday piece. Could it be a new WIP? Who knows 👀

"You'll get used to it." The lad beside her offered a bottle of dark liquid.

"Do I want to know whose blood this is?" She took the bottle by the neck and hovered it over her mouth. The drink left her tongue singing with an invitation of the inevitable.

"Wait, are you serious?" His face lit up in disbelief.

"No, this is clearly just cranberries mashed with a whole pile of crystal fruit and crushed grapes for good measure." She took another sip and replaced the cork. "You're adorable. This is Councillor Emar's specialty, wine embued with the blood from a source I have no knowledge of."

Tagging @kaylinalexanderbooks @honeybewrites @livums @thatonedreamer @mk-writes-stuff @thepeculiarbird @space-writes @the-ellia-west and anyone else who'd like to share!

[tabswrites]

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Tagged by @chauceryfairytales here, @mister-writes here!

Tagging: @cssnder @bluberimufim @axl-ul @the-down-upside-finch @winterandwords and an open tag!

Waiting for him outside of the southern gate was a garden of granite, an ever-growing field of graves with neat rows of square headstones. A high-pitched whine echoed from the forest behind him, but when he turned he saw only darkness. Sweet berries and an earthy, damp smell traveled through the night air to brush past his nostrils.

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[author-a-holmes]

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Thank you for the tag @coarsely <3

Rules: Share seven recent lines you've written. Tag up to seven people (Or more, or less, Whatever you're comfortable with ^_^)

Gonna share some from Darkling today, so I'll pop it under a cut so that people can avoid spoilers.

And if this doesn't FEEL that close to the end of the story, that's because it's not. I've been working on adding an extra chapter between the current chapters 12 and 13 ;-)

Tagging forward to; @authoralexharvey @sleepyowlwrites @amewinterswriting @talesofsorrowandofruin @isabellebissonrouthier @cwritesfiction @theunboundwriter

And anyone else who wants to play, consider this an open tag ^_^ <3

“Then you must learn to fight as a vampire would.” “I’m about as good at that as [Redacted] is!” Booker snapped, and Lizzy flinched, surprised at the bitterness to his voice and although Olwen didn’t recoil the way Lizzy had, she went very still. One eyebrow arched slowly, and Booker backed down almost immediately, running both hands through his messy hair. “You want to place a blade in my hand and teach me to kill,” Booker muttered, and Lizzy’s breath caught as the pieces began falling into place. “And I… I can’t even lie and say I want you to. I don’t.” “Booker?” Lizzy asked softly, waiting until he looked at her, before reaching out unsteadily to touch his mind.

[sarandipitywrites]

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thanks for the tag, @oh-no-another-idea! go check out her snippet here

tag! @somethingclevermahogony, @adhdavinci, @imaginationxlost, @sentinels-and-spellcasters, @sageswriteblr, and an open tag

this bit's from the Cyberwitch WIP:

Where there’s a mic, someone’s listening. Vy breathes. Sterile air scalds their burning lungs. They hold it there. They fight off the grimace. They listen to Rune’s voice. Where there’s a camera, someone’s watching. Vy’s finger hovers over the camera icon. Sweat tickles at the small of their back. They chicken out. The folder icon unfolds into an array of files. They tap one. Smile for the camera, Vy. The front of Vy’s bar. Blood spattered ruby-bright on the pavement, across the facade. Another photo; the alleyway. Vy and Cloak, dark specks darting between buildings, across rooftops. Smile, but don’t show them your teeth.

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[inseasofgreen]

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Thank you for @winterandwords for the tag!

Rules: Share seven lines from your WIP

I'm finally sharing a scene in Sciosa's POV. (Yes I did eight lines. It felt odd to leave it off on Sciosa flashing the maid haha. It's seven lines in spirit)

Incense burned all around the bedchamber, leaving a scent of rosemary. A maidservant combed loose, ashen ringlets. Sciosa let the feeling of the comb's teeth against her scalp calm her nerves. Ladies-in-waiting fussed around the dim room. Two servants came up, one with a perfumed oil, and the other with a deep purple box. The former smoothed oil on the inside of the princess's wrists. She blotted behind each pointed ear, allowing Sciosa to move her silken robe to reveal her breastbone. Which was promptly oiled.

gently tagging: @your-absent-father @lesawrites @phynewrites (let me know if you don't/do want to be tagged btw! I never know who to tag and who not to)

[space-writes]

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tagged by @oh-no-another-idea, thank you! bit more than seven lines, but what can you do when Cherry’s involved?

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The third tavern wasn’t a tavern, it was some kind of eating house, and it smelt incredible. Grilling meat and spices she couldn’t name made her mouth water, and they had booze too, which was just a bonus. Also a bonus was the girl sat at the counter, lonely with her kebab—that’s what they called it, some of it, the food, kebab, Cherry had learned that much of the language. Kebab. Very nice, was kebab. Spicy, very often. “Looks good,” Cherry said, taking the seat next to her. “Food, I mean. And you, I also mean.” The girl laughed. “You’ve had a busy night, sha’ahkti.” “Nah, not so busy yet.” Cherry motioned at the woman behind the counter, who began plating her up a kebab of her own. “And you don’t wanna call me little sister.” “Oh? Why’s that?” “’Cause I don’t go to bed with family.”

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[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

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tagged by: @winterandwords thank you!

tagging: Open Tag and soft tagging @kapenkoiwrites | @aalinaaaaaa | @ladywithalamp | @blue-kyber |

Raven and Sapphire Angst YAY :D! He took a hit for her and dark magic is a painful thing to remove >:))))

He painstakingly moved his hand from clutching his injured side, to instead tightly hold onto her hand caressing his face. As Triveya and one of the others peeled back his tunic and shirt, he had to force himself not to flinch or pull away, and keep his hand tightly holding Sapphire’s. His breath hitched and broken cries escaped as the writhing, burning pain got worse.

The sickening and horrified silence told him more than enough he needed to know. He ground out through gritted teeth, “It’s bad… isn’t it?”

Triveya said firmly, “It’s dark magic. A lot of it. And it’s going to corrupt you like it has The Witch Queen and her dark sorcerers if we don’t get it out. Fast.” One of the others rushed over with her saddlebag with magic supplies, and she started digging through it. She instructed the others, “We’re gonna have to hold him down. I’m sorry, Raven, this is really, really going to hurt.”

Sapphire asked anxiously, “W- can’t you- knock him out with magic or something?”

Triveya shook her head as she started pulling out magical medical supplies. “Absolutely not. If he’s unconscious the dark magic can work much faster to corrupt him and take him over completely. Sapphire, you need to keep him awake to buy me time to get it out.”

Sapphire held him a little tighter, looking down at Raven in worry. He forced out between labored breaths, “It’s alright, Sapph’- I’ll- I’ll be fine, Love.”

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[oh-no-another-idea]

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Tagged by @duckingwriting today to share, and here's a bit of Bent Nails that I wrote last night!

Sutton nodded. She’d known he would get it. “When was your first kiss?” He had to deliberate for a moment. “I think I was seven,” he said. “That’s not what I mean,” Sutton complained. “I mean for real. The one that mattered.” “I don’t think I’ve had one yet that mattered,” Jacob said matter-of-factly.

Throwing out tags like enticing treats 🦴🍬 for anyone who sees this, and also @space-writes @eccaiia @talesofsorrowandofruin @revenantlore and @writeouswriter <3

[shadow-space-writes]

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tagged by @oh-no-another-idea, thank you! i’m very nearly done (!!) with The Perils of Wanting, so here are seven lines from that ft Ashenivir being Ashenivir and not understanding his own pining, as per usual

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Up the hall, the red marker was still tied on his and Rizeth’s playroom. Moths in his chest again, agitated, a furious swarm, and that awful, hollow feeling that he was missing something important. I’m not missing anything, I have everything I want, it’s just comedown, I should go back to the room and wait for— “Ra’soltha?” His heart twisted. I want him. I’m already his, but I want him.

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[duckingwriting]

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I was tagged by @mrbexwrites here, @willtheweaver tagged here, and @winterandwords tagged here.

From my WIP for my Sparrington fic thats a WIP on AO3...I swear I am working on it!

His father always told him it was better to have none. That James should be glad he had never found his. James had always hated admitting the man was right about anything.

"Norrington!" Gibbs called walking over to James to give him his task. James threw himself into the menial tasks to give his hands something to do. Focusing his whole attention on forgetting about the previous night. Forgetting about his soulmate's rejection. All James needed to worry about was sewing the ripped sail without stabbing himself.