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[ailelie]

writing exercise

The exercise was deliberate head hopping.

Alba smoothed her hands across the old, wooden table and considered her best friend of the past two decades across from her. She and Miri had grown up together and Alba often considered Miri to be her younger sister. Right now, though, she was revoking all sibling privileges. She was on the edge of revoking the best friendship ones as well. “One more time?” she asked.

Miri leaned forward, resting her chin in one palm. Her smile was wide and tinged with a mischief Alba knew far too well to distrust. “Wes asked me to marry him. I said ‘yes.’”

“Wes Edgerton,” Alba clarified.

“The very one,” Miri confirmed.

Alba drew in a bracing breath, begging for patience from a higher power she no longer believed in. “Wes Edgerton who vowed to destroy your workshop and every invention therein?”

“Yes.”

“And the same Wes Edgerton who you once vowed to see imprisoned for daring to steal your talisman design for automating sailboats?”

Miri hummed, far too amused by Alba’s exasperation. Accepting Wes’ suit had been galling, though she’d had to admit she had no better ideas for trouncing Madame Tuille. Madame Tuille was proposing to bring all talismanic design work under the auspices of the church and, more specifically, her control. Miri knew her parents would stand against it, as would the Edgertons, but the families would never work together. She and Wes had inherited their enmity, for all that they’d created their own reasons while growing up. Binding the families together was the only way to ensure they pooled their resources and became one force. Madame Tuille might succeed if they stood separately.

“Why?” Alba demanded in a helpless voice.

Miri knew she should tell the truth, but teasing Alba and everyone else in her life was the only joy she could eke from this betrothal at the moment--not that she was ready to tease anyone other than Alba just yet. Besting Madame Tuille would be the other joy, but that could not come to fruition yet. So, instead of explaining, she said, “Well, he is handsome, isn’t he? And smart when he isn’t stealing my work.”

“You’re lying about something,” Alba said, narrowing her eyes. The Miri she knew would never be this calm about marrying her nemesis. 

“Would I lie about love?” Miri asked in a mock-wounded voice.

She wouldn’t, Alba knew, but, “You’ve not said you love him.”

“Is there another reason to get married?” Miri parried and that was when Alba knew for certain that something else was going on. She considered for a moment pushing until Miri inevitably crumbled and explained. They knew each too well to keep secrets for long.

Instead, Alba decided to play into the scheme. She traced a summoning spell on the table, calling her mother to the room. She and her mother disagreed on nearly everything and their fights had only worsened when Alba had confessed her lost faith. That said, one point of their ongoing disagreements was her mother’s desire to see Alba fall in love. Her mother was a terrible romantic.

Miri stilled, her smile faltering for the first time. “Who did you call?”

Alba only smiled. Only a minute or two passed before the door opened and her mother entered the room. 

“Did you girls need something?” she asked.

Alba’s smile widened when she heard Miri curse softly. “Mother, I wanted to make sure you heard the good news. Go on, Miri, tell Mother about your engagement?”

Lydia’s breath caught and she pressed one hand over her heart. “Engaged?”

Miri was slow to paste her smile back on. Lydia noted her daughter’s far too amused smirk and knew some kind of teasing was happening, even if she did not understand what exactly. 

“Wes Edgerton asked me to marry him,” Miri said. “I said ‘yes.’” 

Lydia could not stop her jaw from dropping. Her daughter hid a laugh behind her hand and Miri shot her a quick glare. That alone convinced Lydia that the engagement was not a lie. Miri was not enthused like a girl in love should be, though.

“Is this what you want?” Aunt Lydia asked. “Truly?”

Miri took a deep breath and imagined Madame Tuille’s angry, red face when she realized her bid to control the innovation, creation, and use of talismans had failed. A true smile bloomed over her face. “More than anything.”

Aunt Lydia’s concerned look softened. “Then, tonight we will feast for your good fortune. Congratulations, Miri.”

“Thanks, Aunt Lydia,” Miri said. She still wished Alba hadn’t surprised her. She wasn’t ready for her parents to learn about the engagement. She’d wanted to tell and tease everyone on her own terms. Now, Aunt Lydia would tell everyone for her and she would make everyone believe that Miri was a besotted bride to be. 

Wes was going to be impossible when he found out.

[teddybasmanov]

This has no beginning, no ending and no context. Four hundred words of pure nonsense.

TW: ownership, potential threats, beauty standards, both gender neutral and feminine terms used towards the POV character.

"Are you planning on keeping at home, like a pet, or maybe even in a cage, like an exotic one, sir?"

"No," he answers calmly, if a bit surprised, "You're going to be by my side at events and parties - I like to brag with my possessions."

"Aha," they hum, taking a mental note, "Permission to ask a frank question, Avraam Markovich?" their tone is still respectful but there's some bite to it now.

"How do you know my full name?" still calm but now slightly upset.

"You're listed as the club net owner on Rusprofile," they look at him expectantly.

"Ask your question," the mobster almost grunts.

"Do you not care about your reputation at all?" they squint a bit in confusion and he raises an eyebrow urging them to elaborate, "Do you need the tabloids to scream 'Avraam Fischman came to the fanciest party in town with a fat pimpled woman on his arm: what was worse her teeth or her posture?'?" they make wide gestures with their hands symbolising the magazine titles, "Because I'll tell you right now - it would be much easier for everyone involved to shoot and bury me right now than to meaningfully change any of the aspects I mentioned above," they take a breath - it seems the first one since they started talking, "sir," they say indicating a full stop.

The mafia boss listens to that tirade with increasing bewilderment.

"I'm genuinely touched by your concern with my reputation," he finally regains his full composure and gives them a smirk, "Do you want to know what the tabloids would actually say in your hypothetical?" he asks rhetorically and immediately answers "'Naturalness and eccentricity in style? Avraam Fischman's new passion sets the trend.' After all, who do you take our PR people for?" he smirks again, but somehow softer, "I know what I want, doll, and if I say I want you - I mean all of it."

'I wasn't so much worried about your bloody reputation as much as of the safety of my own ass, because if you get disillusioned with me further down the line it might potentially cause much more dire consequences for me than you rejecting me right now,' they think. Well maybe, not exactly and with a lot more cussing.

"Thank you for the clarification," they don't smile, but they slightly mirror the softening of his features, "master."

[kitsnicket]

[lovely-v]

It’s crazy and fucked up that being yourself is actually the solution.

[phosphorus-noodles]

Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen

[iiota]

refraining from a lot of election joke posting and instead I just donated $55 USD to gaza soup kitchen and i encourage anyone else to consider donating even a couple of dollars to the people who will be affected the most from whatever outcome happens

you can also donate to care for gaza here

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[vamprisms]

kill 'character did nothing wrong'. nurture 'character did everything wrong and i was whooping and cheering the whole time'

[cometrose]

i got too optimistic and forgot kamala harris was dealing with the combined powers of racism and misogyny

[dsmsix]

thought I was muted and just had this exchange with a coworker on a zoom call

[valdotpng]

an accomplice turned victim his apology, long overdue

[apollos-boyfriend]

i was cuddling with my boyfriend last night when his shoulder started tensing up (like he was readjusting or gently pushing me off) and when i asked him if he was okay or needed me to move or something he went “no you’re fine, i was just imagining myself pulling a large rope. i didn’t even realize my shoulder was doing that lmao” then refused to elaborate and i have never been as attracted to him as i was in that moment.

[ailelie]

I am the third of three sisters. We were always sisters before being daughters. Our parents were the sort to sell their children if they thought they'd get any benefit from it. I know this because they sold my sisters one after the other into marriage with Mr. Tiger.

He is not a literal tiger nor is that his name. We called him that for the way he prowled through eligible young men and women wearing civility like a stolen coat. He devoured my sisters one after another. And now, my parents have sold me to his gaping maw as well.

I have little hope I will survive and I know Mr. Tiger will resume his prowl once I'm dead. Four dead wives and two dead husbands should mean parents protect their children from him, but he pays for us so handsomely and refuses our dowries. One spouse for Mr. Tiger could mean success for every other remaining child.

I am not one for journals, but I am keeping this one because I do not wish to die. I will track my experiences and hope that I can identify something to help me escape or defeat Mr. Tiger. If I fail, then I hope that you, future reader and doomed spouse, can use my writings to do what I could not.

Still, I will strive to maintain futile hope of my survival and so shall sign,

The Last Bride

[starridge]

why did you do it

[darkwood-sleddog]

if you're waking up like me thinking "where do we even go from here?"

you:

build community & involve yourself locally

learn self sustainability skills

choose kindness

protect others & yourself

join or build a mutual aid group and/or network

find time for small joys (the arts, cooking a meal you love, spending time with loved ones, etc.)

[s1xseasonsandamov1e]