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if you were a turian i would be complimenting your waist...or your fringe.

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How rude.

did you guys know about this oc stuff. you can just make a guy. big if true

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you ever go nonverbal but like... online? too fatigued to reblog anything with tags or interact with people

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It's SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY!

That means you get to see a SNIPPET SUNDAY!!

And even better!

I HAVE A SNIPPET TO SHARE!

This past week was my last week of classes! I only have two more finals to do and then I am free from the spring semester! Which honestly has led to relief and an urge to write more creatively!

This snippet sunday is going to be related to this past WIP Wednesday! Which included a snippet of the first chapter of Heavy Metal Lover and some fic recs!

HML: Velvet + Adrenaline

“Ready to get yourself killed this time?” Naeva had her arms crossed and her legs stood wide apart. She was eyeing the state Ghoul was in but didn’t say anything instead her mouth was within a tight line. A bit of dismay but who was Naeva to argue?

“They wish.” Ghoul had a wistful tone in her voice and she stretched her arms above her head. She knew she was tearing a few wounds open but with the drug flooding her system it only felt like a few burning scratches. “Who’s up next? Any worthy challengers?”

“Sure.” The short response from Naeva was accompanied with an eye roll. The rough woman held her hand out waiting for Ghoul to hand over her loose belongings. There was only one weapon for each challenger allowed within the cage and it was whatever the crowd ended up throwing in. Ghoul gave up her belongings, handed her light armor, and even some of her hidden knives. She was about to give up her newly acquired velvet bag and as Naeva reached for it, Ghoul drew back quickly.

“Don’t let any of these fuckfaces get their grimy hands on this.” Ghoul tried to sound threatening, but it was hard with how light her body felt. It seemed like her point got understood through as Naeva slowly reached for it and then tied it to her own belt. A gesture signaling that she would protect it with her life. Naeva stepped to the gate and opened it letting the first challenger in before motioning her hand for Ghoul to follow suit. Ghoul rolled her shoulders and tried to loosen the tightness in her neck. The aurora may have been making her body feel lighter, but it didn’t absolve all of the tension in her body. She was only another step away from the cage when she felt a tight grip yank on her wrist, it twirled her to face the opposite direction.

“Is this what you’ve been fucking doing all night?” A familiar growl led Ghoul's eyes to a dark mustache and faded stubble on a rounded jawline. The color of red adorned on his scarf seemed to dominate his face for a moment and she had to blink to readjust her eyes before all the pieces in the Delgado puzzle came together. She ripped her arm from his grip and rubbed where his hand was softly ebbing the tingle away.

“Like you care.” She flipped her green hair behind her shoulder and ignored his fiery glare that demanded answers. Ghoul may have been more agreeable to social interactions with the drug in her system but still was unwilling to submit to his demands. Aurora took off the edge but didn’t turn her into a puppet. She stepped into the cage and before Delgado could step in to interfere Naeva closed the gates with a snarky smile.

“Sorry Del, I have a few creds on her that’d I like to cash in.” Her body guarded the caged door triggering Delgado to give his second in command a sinister glare before it turned back onto Ghoul. Ghoul waved cheekily before twirling to face her new opponent.

Tagging: @5oh5 @eridanidreams @avani-telvanni @bearlytolerant @therealgchu

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Really digging the subtle little arc that Paul goes on from when he and Jessica arrive at Sietch Tabr and he says "I must sway the non-believers" (I don't think he means convert them to the prophecy; I think he means convince them to follow his lead politically; but still seeing the Fremen as a tool to be used in his personal revenge quest), to when they're talking before Jessica leaves for the south and he says he's staying in the north to fight but that "they deserve to be led by one of their own" (ie. I'm in this fight because I believe in it but I don't expect to gain anything for myself and actually I probably shouldn't).

The fact that Paul is only becoming more convinced that he is nothing special at the same time that people are starting to worship him. The fact that his own mother is doing everything possible to accelerate that process and the two of them keep moving further and further apart (literally, he is going north and she is going south). The fact that people keep telling him he should just reach out and take the power that's available to him (Jessica with the prophecy, Gurney with the nukes), it's so simple, look, it's right there waiting for you, it's your birthright, wouldn't this makes things easier? The fact that he resists all of these arguments right up until the attack on Sietch Tabr, and that it's his best, most human impulses (grief over watching his home be destroyed again and guilt that he should have seen it coming; if he'd just seen more clearly or understood the visions better--) that make him finally decide to step onto the path that dooms him and everyone else.

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I have been writing. In fact, in the last few days I have added some truly beautiful stuff to chapter 17, that harkens all the way back to events from chapter 4.

It was after it occurred to me that although I may have been writing this story for years, for the characters it’s only been a few months and the trauma of those early events will still be raw. They can’t just move on and take more and more crap without being triggered in some way.

I’m very happy with it. I’m used to sewing things up with canon, but I think this is the first time I’ve sewn things up with events my own story. It’s very satisfying. I doubt anyone else will pick up on that, and that’s okay. Like all the little lore references I sew into the fabric of my fics that nobody ever notices, I know that they’re there. And it feels good.

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I know that not everybody has to like Starfield and I respect peoples opinions, but I like it and I want to see positive posts about it

I really don’t need need negativity right now, especially not towards things I like

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I mentioned this a while back but my boyfriend started writing!

If you're interested in reading about a gay space cowboy, I'd really appreciate if you checked out his stuff 🖤 (I can vouch for quality lol it's great and he's an incredible writer!!!)

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it's not my fault I haven't written anything in weeks.

go ask the demons. they did this to me.

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Evgeny Rokov

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Taurus Molecular Cloud

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Do you ever just start writing and then it's a few thousand words later, and you're just like, 'Where the hell did any of this come from? This was not the plan. Wtf?'

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daydreaming about writing: 🥰😍🥹❤️😊🌺✨😘

the act of actually writing: 😭😰😵‍💫😭😰😭☹️😖

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