#six sentence sunday

[emeryhall]

Thank you to @mooncello for the tag! And thank you to everyone who's been tagging me in Six Sentence Sundays, WIP Wednesdays, and tag games recently. Sorry, I've been a bit AWOL from Tumblr (and Discord).

But...I wrote a Captive Prince fic (I know, I know, yet another fandom) that I want to share with y'all.

Six to Seven Hours: or; The Adventures of Arkas, a Once Famous Gladiator from Isthima

Here are more than six to seven sentences (see what I did there?) from that story:

Damen woke on the inn’s narrow bed to cool, slender limbs wrapping around him, and a hard, bare chest pressed to his back.  “Laurent,” he mumbled into a pillow, still warm and drowsy from sleep. “Is it…?” The room was dark. It wasn’t morning. He felt backwards until his fingers met curves. “Where have you been?”  “Hearing stories.” Laurent’s words were breath against Damen’s neck.  “What sort of stories?” Damen rolled from his side to his back, shaking away the cobwebs of sleep.  “One was about you.”  “Was it?”  “Yes.”  “Was it a good one?”  In answer, Laurent climbed on top of Damen and straddled his thighs. The bedding pooled at his waist. Damen could see Laurent was perfectly naked and already amorous—the inches of gold cuff on his left wrist his only concealed skin.  “Oh, that sort of story.” 

Btw, if you read C.S. Pacat, I also wrote a Dark Rise gift fic for the lovely @monbons a couple of weeks ago ❤️

Tags below the cut. I tried to throw in some of the non-Carry On crew too - hope you don't mind 😊

@artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @thewholelemon @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @bookish-bogwitch

@whatevertheweather @run-for-chamo-miles @iamamythologicalcreature @rimeswithpurple @roomwithanopenfire

@orange-peony @raenestee @larkral @shrekgogurt @messofthejess

@best--dress @rbkzz @fiend-for-culture @bitbybitwrites @porcelainmortal

@miharaikko @caterpills @r33sespieces @secretandarling @brilla-brilla-estrellita

@ileadacharmedlife @hushed-chorus @aristocratic-otter @j-trow-95 @noblecorgi

And anyone else who wants to join!

Side note: I was inspired to participate today after being reminded of how lovely the fandom community is when a crew of you talked me through my "to lock or not lock my AO3 account" crisis because of the most recent scraping. May AI consume itself like the non-human centipede that it is. (Credit to Em for that joke.)

[leithillustration]

In honour of mermay, I was thinking about silly Snowbaz scenarios with a maritime theme. Then I went into a fugue state and when I woke up I had a 4 page outline for a fic I will likely not have time to write for the foreseeable future. But I'll share some sentences (more than 6, oops) from the outline so you can suffer with me.

Capt Cadwallader is dangerously in debt and at risk of losing his ship if he doesn’t make payment on time. He and his crew are commissioned by a mysterious man named Smith to capture a mermaid. Smith’s protege Shepard, a keen marine biologist, is along for the ride and to keep an eye on Smith’s commission. Cadwallader’s crew includes his son Simon (bit of an inept sailor but at least he doesn’t get seasick anymore)(Simon is determined to prove himself a good sailor to increase his prospects with the girl back home he’s planning on proposing to, Agatha) and Simon’s best friend / Davy’s cartographer Penelope. They successfully capture a mermaid who Simon is convinced keeps trying to seduce him with her siren’s song. Shep points out the mermaid is a ‘he’ not a ‘she’ (mermaids, like ladybirds, are referred to as such regardless of gender). “Ladybirds aren’t all ladies, dragonflies aren’t all dragons.. well some of them are but that’s not the point.” The mermaid (Baz of course) is morally opposed to using his thrall for seduction. He is, however, intent on drowning every one of the crew in order to protect his family from capture.

Zero pressure tags under the cut (:

Helloo to you all, I hope you’re having a good Sunday 🩵🩵🩵

@youarenevertooold @iamamythologicalcreature @alexalexinii @cattocavo @that-disabled-princess

@orange-peony @cutestkilla @rimeswithpurple @larkral @best--dress

@scribble-tier @theimpossibledemon @artsyunderstudy @raenestee @thewholelemon

@nightimedreamersworld @itriednottothinkaboutit @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @angelsfalling16

@the-beard-of-edward-teach @monbons @katatsumuli @fiend-for-culture

@aristocratic-otter @snowbazdaily @argumentativeantitheticalg @lovelyladzzzz @nausikaaa

@blackberrysummerblog @prettygoododds @mooncello @leofrun

[goodthingscomeinthrees]

happy six-sentence sunday! 🍹

slot this into canon whenever you'd like, or imagine a happier post-s8. ETA: this is seven sentences, i have a whole degree and can't count, apparently. pls ignore.

The sound of one of May’s Spotify playlists greets Athena when she gets home from her shift, mixed with enthusiastic chatter in the kitchen, and she finds some of her tiredness dissipating as soon as she steps through the door, a smile curling on her lips as she tries to pinpoint who’s in the house. Turns out it’s Bobby, May and Buck, who greet her with smiles and hugs when Athena rounds the corner, one brow raised as she surveys the state of the kitchen — countertops strewn with various syrups, herbs and cut-up citrus, blender plugged in, half of their glassware littering every available surface. “And what’s all this?” she asks, leaning in when Bobby walks over to press a gentle kiss to her temple, lingering for just a second. “Mocktails,” May says, as if that explains everything; adding, at the question evident on Athena’s face, that, “Whenever Bobby’s out, he always orders a club soda with lime, and it’s getting a little pathetic.” Bobby laughs, shrugs, says, “Don’t look at me, Buck and May ambushed me and the kitchen; I didn’t know what most of this stuff even was half an hour ago.” “I learned to make a few mocktails when I tended bar before starting at the 118,” Buck adds, gesturing at the half-finished drinks lining the counter, “but the options have gotten so much better in the last few years, and we decided to figure out what Bobby might like.” “Well then,” Athena says, love and pride swelling in her chest like a balloon as she looks between the three of them, “let me have a taste of what you’ve come up with so far.”

[fanby-fckry]

6 Sentence Sunday

I was tagged by @blitzwhore.

I’ll be honest, I’ve never done this one before, so I don’t fully know the rules! I have picked 6 of my favorite sentences, some that I thought I already posted here but cannot for the life of me find.

Alastor tilted his head and quirked one brow. “Why are you banned from multiple Italian restaurants in Hell?” Angel was nearly finished dicing, so Alastor handed him the closest thing Hell had to green onions—which were neither green nor onions, but in almost a century of afterlife, Alastor had never been able to find a better substitute—and directed him to chop. “Because my pops puts a strict ‘no Angel Dusts allowed’ policy on anyplace he helps fund, and the restaurants run by actual Italian-Italians keep kickin’ me out for my American food sins.” Alastor hummed his assent. “With your affinity for McMammon’s, I’m not sure I blame them.”

[ic3que3n]

I love the carry on fandom so much! 😭 i haven't done anything for months and you all still tag me. I am so sorry I've been MIA from this fandom. I want to draw some slutty Baz or Simon but I haven't had time too.

Thank you for the tags @artsyunderstudy @run-for-chamo-miles @monbons @thewholelemon @j-trow-95 and @fiend-for-culture

Tagging @aristocratic-otter @theearlgreymage @wellbelesbian @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @blackberrysummerblog @youarenevertooold @onepintobean @iamamythologicalcreature @shrekgogurt @confused-bi-queer @prettygoododds @palimpsessed @martsonmars @cutestkilla @skeedelvee @ivelovedhimthroughworse @whogaveyoupermission @nightimedreamersworld @johnwgrey @mostlymaudlin @raenestee @kyoupann @fatalfangirl @erzbethluna @bazzybelle @kohatenz @foolofabookwyrm-activated @facewithoutheart @moodandmist @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @stardustasincocaine @ileadacharmedlife @bookish-bogwitch @larkral @stitchyqueer @rimeswithpurple @imagineacoolusername @brilla-brilla-estrellita @valeffelees @best--dress @youarenevertooold @mtndew-slvt @emeryhall @thehoneyedhufflepuff and anyone who wants!

[whatevertheweather]

Thank you @mooncello and @emeryhall for the tags today! And everyone else who's been tagging me of late, even though I've not been able to get in and partake much.

Today I have written 618 words. This is not much. But it's magnitudes better than I've been able to manage for fic in one day for...checking my notes...well ok, I thought the answer was going to be "several weeks," but turns out it's actually "the entire year!" Break out the confetti I guess.

So here we go with a Baz snippet from chapter 4 of Bait and Switch.

“Yeah, ‘cause you're bad at it,” the Humdrum persists. “Okay. Okay, I’m so serious. Hear me out.” “No.” “We change the plan.” “No.” “This is how we get him.” “No.” “I mean, you should see what he dreams about you.” That pulls me up short. My knee-jerk reaction, such as it is at this point, is to say tell me about that in very great detail. But that’s what he wants. He wants me to be curious so that he can convince me to go along with it. (And so that he can withhold something I want, because he’s a rotten child.)  I have a limited window, here, to get him to give up the information in frustration instead.

Ah and lest I forget, please enjoy this absolutely maddening find from the brainstorming doc when I was trying to remember how I'd planned to proceed with this fic.

but then…there was something, I had figured something out. They were about to Succeed, or Do The Final Thing, OH that was just…they were about to…wait was it?

Hands down the least helpful thing I've found in one of my brainstorming docs. And that bar is really, really high.

Now some tags <3

@fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @bookish-bogwitch @whogaveyoupermission @cutestkilla

@artsyunderstudy @thewholelemon @monbons @run-for-chamo-miles @raenestee

@iamamythologicalcreature @alexalexinii @rimeswithpurple @aristocratic-otter @facewithoutheart

@martsonmars @youarenevertooold @confused-bi-queer @ileadacharmedlife @forabeatofadrum

[blitzwhore]

Six Sentence Sunday! These are rather short sentences, but oh well 🤭 I wanted to share a tiny snippet of chapter 6 now that I finally feel like I've pushed through the struggle of writing the first 1k (chapter starts are always the hardest for me):

“Hey,” Blitz tried to say—but his voice came out all sorts of croaky, and Stolas’ face cracked into a grin as Blitz cleared his throat. “Sleep well, big guy?”

“Mhm.” Stolas yawned, then nuzzled his head against Blitz’s palm.

“Feeling sore?” Blitz asked. “Hungover?”

Tagging @stolitzsings @bookishcatcafe and @fanby-fckry if you wanna participate!

[rcmclachlan]

six(ish) sentence sunday

Thanks to the insanely talented @dharmaavocado for the tag!

This is from that fic I started writing out of nowhere a couple of weeks ago. I can't tell you where it's going, but the ride's been a friggin' blast.

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"Um, not to be completely paranoid—whatever you do, do not look—but I think we're being followed."

If someone had said those exact words to Buck, he would've immediately started looking around, and then called Eddie to shout about evil spies until the general manager kicked him out. He'd no doubt get his ass black bagged and shoved into an unmarked van the second he hit the parking lot, because Buck is many things and circumspect has never been one of them.

Tommy, on the other hand, doesn't so much as glance up from the display of mangos he's been studying with the kind of focus usually reserved for experiments at CERN.

"Calm down. Hey, your sister liked that salsa I brought to Howie's birthday, right?"

When they finally sat down and drew up the proverbial roadmap of what getting back together would look like, one of Buck's non-negotiables was that Tommy wasn't allowed to be a patronizing dick without just cause. Buck had spent the last thirty-some-odd years being treated like the world's biggest little boy by almost everyone in his life, and he refused to tolerate it from someone who supposedly wanted to build a future with him. Tommy had sworn he would never purposely make Buck feel like that ever again, and yet here they are, standing in the produce section of Ralphs while Buck feels like he's just been promised a candy bar if he can be a good boy all the way to the checkout counter.

He's working up to a really good, righteous snit when Tommy continues, almost breezily, "I know they're there, Evan. Don't look back at them, okay? Just... act normal. Pick up some fruit."

Heart pounding hard enough to crack a rib, Buck stares at him with eyes that feel like they're the size of dinner plates and croaks out, "Hey, handsome. Come here often?"

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Tagging @dadvans, @screamlet, @alchemistc, @setmeatopthepyre, @firehose118, and @leashybebes

[rimeswithpurple]

Good morning! Thank you to @monbons and @thewholelemon for the tags! It's a day full of birthday parties and playdates, so I wanted to get this in early.

I've been working on the artwork for my Cirque AU and I keep tacking on more illustrations that I want to do. I told myself that I would start posting when I was finished with the artwork for chapter three and that goal post keeps moving.

So, before I have to make an early morning run to the shops for a birthday gift, here's some Simon POV and art:

I’m taping up my wrists for training when Baz saunters in. The sight stops me mid wrap.

“Baz, you're wearing pants!”

“I’m most certainly not," he scoffs. “These are shorts.”

The purple “shorts” in question are criminally short and painted onto Baz. He's paired them with a loose fitting grey vest. This feels like a plot. (What sort of plot? That remains to be seen.)

I love drawing circus stuff, but I always forget how many feet that entails.

May your Sunday be less busy than mine! Hellos and high fives below:

@talentpiper11 @messofthejess @blackberrysummerblog @valeffelees @artsyunderstudy @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @youarenevertooold @bookish-bogwitch @facewithoutheart @larkral @run-for-chamo-miles @roomwithanopenfire @fiend-for-culture @cosmicalart @mooncello @that-disabled-princess @cutestkilla @noblecorgi @iamamythologicalcreature @best--dress @emeryhall @ileadacharmedlife @drowninginships @supercutedinosaurs @whatevertheweather @rbkzz @ebbpettier @cccloudsss @theimpossibledemon @katatsumuli @theearlgreymage @onepintobean @orange-peony @hushed-chorus @ic3-que3n @palimpsessed @martsonmars @aristocratic-otter @shrekgogurt @alexalexinii @prettygoododds @ivelovedhimthroughworse @raenestee @skeedelvee @lovelyladzzzz @lovelettersto-mars @jyae23 @the-beard-of-edward-teach

[monbons]

Stitches and Sentences

Thanks for the early tag @bluedahlia912. It's Sunday somewhere, and I am finally on break! I spent all of Saturday sleeping and writing, which is the best. It also means I'm excited to share, so have my post now! Why wait? (Also stitches, sentences, Saturday, and Sunday all start with S, so I'm not breaking the rules around alliterative WIPSposts.)

STITCHES Progress on the new dolls is going well. This week was about making clothing, which always takes longer to do if I am coming up with a new pattern. Sneak peek of my dolls for Sapphic Week below!

SENTENCES I have switched gears and dove into my Dark Rise AU this week. I wrote at least 3k words, and I love all of them. I've been so afraid to write a long fic in the WOM because there are so many spells and creatures and canon events to contend with, but I am having a lot more fun than I expected. I am also putting all of my English teacher skills to good use as I go back and annotate canon (both sources), research everything from London geography to the history of The Hippodrome Casino, and otherwise ensure this world-building is air tight.

Here is a snip from Chapter 1, Simon POV. Exactly six sentences.

As I scan the crowd again, my eyes catch on a familiar sight. At the other end of the terrace, sitting at a high-top table, is the beautiful bloke from earlier. He’s lost the jacket and his sleeves are rolled up, but it’s definitely him.  Legs is here. At the Hippodrome. And he’s alone.

Hellos and high-fives from spring break! May you get a break this week too.

(I've maxed out at 50 tags and this list is probably out of date. There are lots of new people in the fandom and several who've moved on. If you want to come off, please let me know. If you'd like to be added/included on future posts, let me know that too!)

@alexalexinii, @argumentativeantitheticalg, @aristocratic-otter, @arthurkko, @artsyunderstudy, @bachusekart, @best--dress, @blackberrysummerblog, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @bookish-bogwitch, @confused-bi-queer, @cutestkilla, @drowninginships, @emeryhall, @facewithoutheart, @harrie-leithillustration, @hushed-chorus, @iamamythologicalcreature, @ic3que3n, @ileadacharmedlife, @katatsumuli, @larkral, @letraspal, @martsonmars, @messofthejess, @mooncello, @noblecorgi, @orange-peony, @prettygoododds, @raenestee, @rbkzz, @roomwithanopenfire, @run-for-chamo-miles, @rimeswithpurple, @shrekgogurt, @skeedelvee, @stitchyqueer, @supercutedinosaurs, @talentpiper11, @the-beard-of-edward-teach, @twinkle-twinkle-up-above, @theimpossibledemon, @thewholelemon, @wellbelesbian, @whatevertheweather, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @youarenevertooold, @jyae23

[jupiter-dragonsong]

Six Sentence Sunday

“You’re amazing, you know that? Artist, mage, prince, poet, apparently philosopher… how are you so smart?”

“I’m not that smart.”

“Yes you are, dummy. You’re probably the smartest person I know. And my favorite person ever. Also, you’re the love of my life. Did I mention that bit?”

“I think that might be the best title I have.”

She grins. “Really?”

“Yeah. Prince of Katolis? Former High Mage? Whatever. Love of Rayla’s life, on the other hand… I might need to be introduced as that from now on.”

“Oh, stop.”

[tessa-liam]

🌺 Marabelle Series AU

Choices - The Royal Romance The Royal Wedding

So many 'thank you's' to the amazing @pilitella for creating this beautiful artwork of Liam & Sophie's kiss.✨️💖✨️Your talent for art is stunning!

🌺 Leo slid into the seat next to Liam. It's the groom's bachelor party being held in a speakeasy in Monterisso. "So, I don't want to sound like a buzz kill, but ...I should probably lay down some ground rules for tonight."

Drake scoffs, "please, we all know how to behave ourselves."

Bertrand nods, "no, you're right Leo, the last thing we want is the night to end up in the tabloids."

Trystan laughs, "the party has literally only started and already a buzzkill and a killjoy are here. Where are we supposed to get our excitement from?"

"Oh, I have that covered, T, don't worry. We'll get the party started soon enough. I've made sure the bartenders are on their toes," Leo winks at Trystan.

Liam shakes his head, grinning knowingly at his brother's response.

♤♡◇♧ @choicesficwriterscreations

@beau1811 @bascmve01 @twinkleallnight @dutifullynuttywitch @lovingchoices14 @alj4890 @busywoman @bardic-tales @kingliam2019 @malblk21 @delmissesryanandcassi @selina012 @differenttyphoonwerewolf @snoopdogcone @jared2612 @kyra75

[roomwithanopenfire]

Six Something Sunday

Happy Sunday everyone! Thanks for tagging me @confused-bi-queer <333

I still don't have a lot to share. I'm working on the last chapter of The Way We Are and sharing anything would spoil everything. And I still can't share my COBB because you'd figure out my premise so fast. And everything other WIP i'm working on is still in super early stages.

But I've done so much writing since the last time we talked, and i want to post something, so have six unfinished sentences plucked unedited from a variety of projects for a rare peak into my writing process. All caps for both placeholders and notes to self <3

We go to DATE PLACE and DO THINGS

I’d just be an evil, rich vampire with a dead mother and a QUIP HERE.

“Well, if you change your mind, let me know.” NAME says with a smile.

I soon find that my efforts were for naught GIRL WHAT

Other than that the flat looks the same. BLAHB LAHBALBH NOTICE THINGS.

She runs a hand through her hair. DEAR GOD HAVE HER DO A DIFFERENT ACTION.

let me know your favorite unfinished sentence.

and if you have bright ideas for DATE PLACES and THINGS to do at them let me know.

tag and hellos under the cut

@alexalexinii @aristocratic-otter @argumentativeantitheticalg @artsyunderstudy @arthurkko

@beastmonstertitan @blackberrysummerblog @best--dress @bookishbroadwayandblind @bookish-bogwitch

@the-beard-of-edward-teach @brilla-brilla-estrellita @cccloudsss @ciescen @cutestkilla

@drowninginships @emeryhall @facewithoutheart @fiend-for-culture @hertragedyconnoisseur

@horsesarenotdeer @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @larkral

@lovelettersto-mars @meanjeansjeans @m1ndwinder @monbons @nausikaaa

@noblecorgi @orange-peony @prettygoododds @raenestee @rimeswithpurple

@run-for-chamo-miles @rbkzz @shrekgogurt @simonscones @skee3000

@supercutedinosaurs @sweetronancer @talentpiper11 @terra-fae @thewholelemon

@valeffelees @you-remind-me-of-the-babe + anyone else who wants to share! i love being tagged <3

[martsonmars]

Hi friends! I keep committing and recommitting to making a serious effort to come back to the fandom, and I think this time finally I got my Snowbaz feelings back for real. So I'm going to try. Thank you to everyone who kept tagging me; I'm a little lost re: new people existing on Tumblr, but I hope to catch up!

So much to do in this post. For now, some snippets.

Exhibit A: my writing goal for the month. It's okay if it doesn't work out, but I decided I need short-term writing goals and this is my first one.

Baz pushes his sunglasses up his nose, staring at the man behind the counter of the shop. He hopes that hiding in plain sight—without his costume, without his mask—is a more effective disguise than trying to wear a fake moustache.

The apron is there, gloriously stretching over a broad chest that does not turn Baz's insides into soup and make him wish he could go back three—five, ten—years and do everything differently.

Exhibit B: COBB idea. I'm so excited!!!!!!!!!!!!

Going right is never the right choice.

I've known this since the first time my father brought me along on his travels (read: I hid in his trunk) and I had to face a crocodile armed only with a blunt Swiss Army knife I'd stolen from said trunk. All because I'd turned right. And then right again.

When he found me, scraped knees and his precious knife lost in the belly of the beast, he didn't even yell. He just looked at me like he always did. Like the biggest disappointment in his life of failures.

Exhibit C: potential second COBB idea, that I'm going to submit only if I make enough progress by the end of the month.

[Baz] holds my hand like it's the only thing keeping him grounded. Present. The minutes are trickling away from us like sand in a broken hourglass. The sun hasn't started rising yet, the night as dark as it gets, the cold seeping into our bones.

He holds my hand like he's afraid he'd float away if he didn't.

I know I'd be glad if it happened.

I have a lot of fandom resolutions for this year and I'm scared they'll end up like any New Year's resolutions... but I'll list them anyway. 6 resolutions Sunday:

Be more involved on Tumblr. I want to post more, but especially start reblogging and commenting on things again.

Write more. Last year I wrote so little and posted even less, and it made me sad when I realised it in the past days. So much was going on, so I don't blame myself, but I miss writing and I believe I can try to make it a regular thing again.

I want to read more fics. It's been years since I last read fics consistently. I missed everything!! Time to slowly catch up.

Relatedly, I want to try to comment more. I've never been a great commenter because it overwhelms me, but it's hypocritical since I need everyone and their brother to leave 10 paragraph long comments on everything I write... So I want to commit to doing better.

I want to try to publish a fic every month, at least. @palimpsessed suggested doing some sort of monthly countdown to Carry On's birthday in October and I'm all in.

I want to succeed at COBB. For one reason or the other, more often than not because I am cursed and I never finished writing my things, I've never managed to start and finish posting something for COBB. But I have two concepts I'm so excited about (not sure yet if I'll try both of them) and I want to commit to doing well. Wish me good luck.

My good old tagging list <3 I hope to add new people soon! But hi my dear old friends, how's it going?

@facewithoutheart @sillyunicorn @onepintobean @shrekgogurt @wellbelesbian @palimpsessed @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @forabeatofadrum @fatalfangirl @cutestkilla @ileadacharmedlife @bookish-bogwitch @artsyunderstudy @orange-peony @larkral @raenestee @stitchyqueer @hushed-chorus @technetiumai @brilla-brilla-estrellita @thewholelemon @theimpossibledemon @imagineacoolusername @blackberrysummerblog @theearlgreymage @rimeswithpurple @messofthejess @alexalexinii @whatevertheweather @jbrrring @prettygoododds @youarenevertooold @best--dress @theotherhufflepuff @monbons @run-for-chamo-miles @confused-bi-queer @aristocratic-otter @dragoneggos @gekkoinapeartree @ionlydrinkhotwater @erzbethluna @shemakesmeforget @basiltonbutliketheherb @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 @noblecorgi @j-nipper-95

[cartwrong]

Six Fuck It Sentences Sunday

“Actually, Mum, I have been seeing someone."

The silence that followed was almost deafening, and Louisa fought her urge to fill it with a frustrated scream. Why had she said that? She hadn't been with anyone in months and hadn't been on a proper date since Min.

"Who?" her sister asked in suspicion.

Shit.

Louisa definitely had not thought this all the way through. Her mother would likely be too overjoyed at the idea of Louisa finally dating again to overlook any inconsistencies, but, Rosalind? Rosalind would see right through her. She had to think of something. Why couldn't she think of a single name suddenly? Every name in the entirety of the English and the Akan language fled her brain. The only name she could think of was Min, and no way her family would believe she was dating another person named Min.

"His name's River."

Fuck.

[leithillustration]

Back from the dead with a very late Six Sentence Sunday.

I've not had chance to write much recently (mental health is really doing a number on me) but I had to squeeze some words out for fear of forgetting how to do it. Of course, that meant writing a load of morose musings from tragic sad boy Baz's pov. Fortunately for you guys, I'm keeping that to myself for now.

This expert is part of chapter 3 of Snow On Ice.

Simon The first time I stepped onto the ice at the Watford rink, I had no idea who Baz Pitch was. That is, until he skated past me so fast I lost my footing and fell over backwards, landing on my arse hard enough I felt the bruise in my coccyx for days.  The git didn’t even look back to apologise. He hadn’t even noticed. Like he was so above me in every way that could possibly matter, it hadn’t occurred to him he’d done anything that warranted regret at all.  I immediately hated him.

I can guarantee Baz has a different take on this. Does he compare Simon to a Pre-Raphaelite depiction of Eros? Maaaaybee.

Anyho, thanks to all you lovely chaps who keep tagging me in the fun things, even though I quietly fell off the face of the earth for a little while (balancing on a sphere is hard, right?). It's way too late to invite other Six Sentences, so please accept these tags as a warm hug, or a chill high five if hugs aren't your thing.

@youarenevertooold @iamamythologicalcreature @alexalexinii @cattocavo @that-disabled-princess

@orange-peony @cutestkilla @rimeswithpurple @larkral @best--dress

@scribble-tier @theimpossibledemon @artsyunderstudy @raenestee @thewholelemon

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