#posting an excerpt for every 🌹 i get in my inbox

[celestialseawitch-ff]

🌹

There, standing beneath the statue of Gaia in her original temple, the High Priestess of the Cult of Gaia formed the next Eternal Blossom that would sit in the fountain in Delphi. The soft pink petals curled outwards as the flower bloomed. 

“Blessed be,” the Pythia whispered.

“Blessed be,” Hermione echoed.

The Pythia lowered her hands and nodded once at Hermione. “Walk your path. Forge your own future. Make our mother proud.”

Hermione felt Gaia’s magic sing inside of her. Chills swept up and down her spine. And for one terrible, awful moment, all Hermione could think of was the Pythia’s face as she uttered the words, “You will fail.”

[zorosdimples]

🌹 a rose for u ! <33

precious aims <3 i said the next excerpt wouldn’t be one piece, but for you? i’ll make an exception! (sad) ace incoming:

the stars glowed brightly and the soft waves of the ocean sparkled beneath them. normally, you would look up at the constellations and try to comprehend the vastness of the world, of human existence and your place as a mere blip in the cosmos. but your eyes were trained downward, fixed on an unbearable truth that tortured your soul.

a small piece of paper burned hot in your palm; you silently watched as the flickering flames wrought destruction then curled into smoke. the ashes that remained drifted away in the slight breeze, carried out to sea.

(for every “🌹” i get in my inbox i’ll post a few random sentences from a WIP)

[spooksier]

🌹(can i specifically request more of your ocs? i want to learn more about them.)

“Always been my problem.” it said, “Will you just kill me now?”

“For God’s sake, can we just talk!” they exclaimed, “You’ve been at this for months now, stalking Clem and I a-and threatening us, trying to get me to slip up and hurt her―why can’t we just talk like, like real people? Killing you wouldn’t solve anything,” they lifted their heel, sitting just by its chest, “it’d just end things.”

Moloch sneered, “You’ve always been good at that.”

They groaned harshly, “Listen to me!” they ordered, “For once in your life please consider that this isn’t about you! I’m not doing this to get back at you for something that happened 200 goddamn years ago―I’m doing this for me!” they snapped, voice thick, “Who I was before, how I was before, it wasn’t good, Moloch. It didn’t make me happy and it hurt people, it hurt a lot of people. A-And I wish their faces didn’t blur together in my head, I wish I remembered all of their names.” Val sighed, “Moloch, you...you’ll always be some sort of important to me and y-you understand me in a way I don’t think anybody else can. But I’m sorry, I...I can’t go back to being your friend, I’m not that person anymore. I don’t want to be that person again.”

for every "🌹" in my inbox i'll post one random sentence (honestly more of an excerpt) of a random WIP i'm currently writing

[myfalsedevotion]

🌹hello i have been summoned🌹

Hiya there! ^^ You have two roses, so you get two excerpts, Maya. I'm just not telling you where they're from 🤭🤭🤭

First one:

"Hawd yir wheesit, I cannot think." Calum shouted at his phone, some sort of video playing as he fiddled with the toaster. “Shut yer fucking geggie.”

Ashton tried not to laugh. He really tried.

And for the second one:

"Do you…"

"Do you?"

"This is painful to watch." Michael sighed.

"We should hang up." Luke added.

Ashton had to swallow, lick his lips. His mouth was dry, and Calum wasn't saying anything. Ashton had often prided himself in being the only one Calum let into his mind completely, but right now he had no clue what was going on behind his eyes.

Enjoy! 🤭🤭

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

[sarah-sandwich]

🌹

I said gwemj and you guys said gimme gimme gimme lmaooo Thank you!! I’m rapidly running out of pre-written content so I guess I’ll have to get to work writing more ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Ohmigod, he’s not some creepy douchebag, right? MJ, I’m seriously worried now.”

“Ned, relax. She is very nice, okay? She even offered to let me use her tools whenever I need to.”

Ned is silent for a long moment. “Oh.” Another pause. “She’s nice?”

She pulls a face. “She has her moments. I’m in good hands, alright? Focus on Peter and make sure to take care of yourself too, okay? Call me if it gets to be too much and I’ll figure something out.”

“Good hands?” Ned echoes, a teasing note creeping into his voice.

She hangs her head and pinches the bridge of her nose. Sometimes he’s impossible to have a conversation with.

“Drummer, chainsaw, tools…” Ned continues. “I bet she’s very good with her hands. How close are you two again?”

“I’m hanging up.”

“Ah-ha! So you admit—,”

“I admit nothing. Goodbye, Nedward.”

For every “🌹” received in my inbox I’ll post one random sentence excerpt of a random WIP I’m currently writing

[sparrowmoth]

🌹🌹🌹 Character: Evie 🤔

@fuck-you-i-am-spiderman yes yes my daughter. ♥ I was debating a few possibilities, but let’s go with this vague bit of dialogue about her...

“Evie’s gonna kill me,” Jay lamented, more to himself than Carlos. Mal’s gonna help her, the little voice in his head added unhelpfully.

This is an excerpt from a oneshot I started drafting earlier this summer about Carlos getting a “mild” concussion during a tourney game and Jay letting him walk it off despite his reservations. Mal and Evie are on a date when Jay starts to realize something’s wrong, but since they don’t yet trust the doctors in Auradon, they tend to rely on Evie’s herbal witchery for treatments. RIP to Jay.

for every “🌹” received in my inbox i’ll post one random sentence of a random WIP i’m currently writing

[celestialseawitch-ff]

💐

(( That's a WHOLE ASS bouquet! ))

Harry didn’t say anything. She came around her desk and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Why are you so fixated on me? On this? I’ve told you I’m not interested.”

“Then stop staring at my lips.”

Hermione’s eyes snapped up to his, her cheeks pink. She swallowed thickly.

“Sexual attraction does not mean we’re compatible marriage partners.”

“But it means we’re compatible in some way.” He tucked a lock of curls behind her ear. His fingers traced the curve of her face. “I think we’re compatible in more than a few ways.”

Hermione felt her heart hammer against her ribcage. Her body trembled. 

“That’s not- that’s not good enough,” she whispered. 

Harry stepped closer and his scent of wind and sage enveloped her. Her lashes fluttered.

“I thought you wanted to settle down,” he whispered. “That’s what I want too.”

“I don’t even know you.”

His nose lightly brushed hers. “Get to know me,” he breathed.

His lips touched hers and Hermione’s eyes fluttered shut. She leaned into him without thought. His lips were so soft and full against her own. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against him. His hand slid up her back and tangled in her loose curls. She felt herself get lost in the security of his embrace. His enticing scent had her melting into him.

He tasted like peppermint.

Hermione moaned.

A throat cleared.

Hermione’s eyes shot open and she pushed Harry away. He broke the kiss and swallowed before stepping back. Hermione raised a hand to her mouth and felt her entire face turn red when she saw Minerva standing in the doorway.

The headmistress’ eyebrows were high on her forehead as she stared at the sight before her. 

Harry winked, completely unashamed. “Morning, Minnie.”

“Harry, darling,” Minerva greeted warmly, if a bit amused.

Hermione glanced back and forth between them.

“I like that shade of lip gloss on you,” Minerva quipped.

Hermione’s head shot around to Harry and she felt herself die a little inside at the sight of her lip gloss on his face.

Harry’s grin widened. “Thanks,” he said as he wiped the makeup onto his hand, “it’s strawberry flavoured, I think.”

Hermione dropped her face into her hands. “Oh my god.”

“The children will be arriving soon. Perhaps this can wait until after hours?”

“Yes, of course,” Hermione rushed to say. “I’m so sorry. It’s completely unprofessional and I-”

“-We’ll pick it up over dinner tonight, Minnie. Don’t worry.”

Hermione glared at Harry.

“Dinner?” Minerva questioned, amused.

“I already have plans with Min and Otis, thank you,” Hermione snappishly informed Harry as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Harry was unswayed. “A double date then?”

Hermione scoffed at the same time that Minerva said, “That’s a lovely idea.”

“Minerva!” Hermione took a few steps towards her colleague. “We have other things to discuss tonight.” 

They were going to talk about the school and their options over dinner tonight. 

“Other things can wait,” Minerva told her. She raised an eyebrow at Harry. “Seven sharp, Mr. Potter. Don’t be late.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Minnie.”

Minerva left with an amused smile on her face. Hermione turned and glared furiously at Harry.

“You have no idea what you’ve just done.”

“I’ve made an opportunity for us to get to know each other.”

“You’re impossible.”

Harry nodded and shrugged. “I’ve had people say worse.”

“Do you ever quit?”

“Not if it’s worth it.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “How did you even know I worked here?” 

He opened his mouth- 

“-You know what? No. I don’t care. Just go. And don’t you dare show up for dinner tonight.”

Harry laughed as he headed for the door. “As if I’d disobey Minerva McGonagall.”

“I’m going to hex you so badly,” she threatened.

He turned and smiled at her. “Is it bad that I kind of hope you do?”

He left before she could draw her wand. Hermione stood in the middle of her classroom, furious, frustrated, and ridiculously aroused. 

“Absolute wanker.”