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Seven Sentence Sunday

Later, lounged in his chair, he accepted her proffered cigarette and drew on it while he watched her dress. They kept the lights off, only cold lamplight from outside giving him glimpses of her shape.

"Ingold was working on something," she said as she twisted her dress about her waist. "Suuz let me know he had closed out his other projects and given up some of his classes."

Ignatius recognized that. For 'health reasons' he and the others were assigned many of Ingold's responsibilities. A reshuffling that Marty had been nonchalant about. Ignatius wondered now if the dean had been holding out on him.

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Thanks @oftheironwilled ! I know it's Monday but I thought about posting this yesterday, does that count?

Art is actually two different paintings by Brent Lynch smushed together.

Tagging @introvetedcoffee and @metallicheartsss

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"You said that you felt alone. Never here. Not while I draw breath." Happy Valentine's Day ♥ 🌿🌸🪷🌺🌿

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this one dug a hole

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no it's perfect

Brewing

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First Light (snippet)

His pod was in a sorry state of broken bits and mangled metal. Not a coffin, not a tomb. A different villain this time, but a villain nonetheless. All tentacles and living flesh, slipping its revolting spawn into his brain. His lip curled as he imagined punching into the mind flayer’s disgusting brain, ripping it to shreds with his bare hands, smashing its face in with his heel.

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my god

rdr2 characters as all 22 major arcana tarot cards :) casually posting here too like i didnt share them everywhere. working on minor arcana swords rn

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not to brag but this might be my OC

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current WIP, not yet titled. when lockdown happened I spat out a first draft and cried over it for five years but don't worry I'm fine now, second draft in process

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I am .. excited ??? I am actually finally for the first time in a decade feeling like maybe MAYBe I'll actually be able to create my ideas ???? maybe I am finally working through the mess of my brain enough to be able to .. Write? Again????

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it's so accurate 😭

The strength economy is in shambles.

100% Karlach just thinks a deathmatch is a fun friendly time

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POV - Tav (Durge)

It was the creak of leather that captured my attention: Astarion, moving in his tent, wrapped deliciously in the spidery banded armor I’d stolen from Minthara. Peeled it from her still-warm corpse, more accurately. There had been a tear in her eye, put there by her failing flesh, giving her dead gaze a sort of living glimmer—until I flipped her face-down in her own blood, of course, and robbed her of her belongings and dignity. We left her body there in the goblin camp, naked for the rats to eat.

The armor for him, and the at-ease clothes for me; both of us clad in my victim’s belongings. I pulled my knees to my chest and watched him with glowing eyes, feeling flushed, feeling itchy beneath my skin. He was starting to look too delicious—all long limbs and fragile skin. Blood and bone and gut and brain, silky curls to wrap my fingers through and pull, and pull, and pull until scalp peeled from skull.

”You look positively peaked, darling.”

He stood over me, that half-cocked grin telling me he thought he knew the reason. He tucked that necromancy book under his arm and crouched to meet my gaze. Stunning, I thought, studying his features. Skin white as death, eyes dark as blood. Scars on his neck from Cazador’s bite, a pulse in his throat from his own beating heart. It would take both of my halfling hands to wrap all the way around, but I could do it. I could squeeze his breath from his chest. One of my fingers lifted to test the skin at his collar.

His low chuckle gusted across my lips. “Now, now,” he murmured, catching my wrist. He pressed a practiced kiss to my knuckles, glancing up through lowered lashes. Beautiful, beautiful. “Have patience, love. Savor the anticipation.” Lips still twisted in that smile, he pulled away, leaving me alone and bereft.

Anticipation, I thought later as I found my bedroll. Through the flames of the campfire I watched him, lost in his elven reverie. Anticipation made my mouth water. He made my mouth water.

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I thought the worse thing that could happen to me would be losing you. I clung to my grief as if I could force the universe to change its mind, that it would give in after it saw how devastated I was and make up for it by putting everything back to the way I wanted. I drowned myself in anything that would make me forget, rotted in a house of increasing filth, screamed my sobs at the stars, and lived fully in the despair of someone who’d just taken a shotgun blast to the chest.

I could only envision happiness as one thing: you. And since you weren’t there, I could only be sad.

So when joy arrived without you, I perished all over again. It came as a knife to the heart, as opposed to buckshot to my body. I was doing things again—cleaning, smiling, eating. At the time the blow landed, I was painting. It was a project I’d put off for too long and god was I glad to finally be getting it done. I would finally be able to get my bedroom the way I wanted and—I remember my whole body went still. I was looking up at the edge where the wall met the ceiling and remembered how in the past, I would call you and tell you what I had accomplished. Now, I will paint it, but tell no one. I will savor this personal step and reward myself with a peanut butter cup shake and at no point will you be involved. I will stand in my lovely new space and grin and giggle and make choices over artwork and go to bed alone. You will never see it. You will never know. And yet, somehow, I will still be happy about it.

I thought losing you would be the worse thing to ever happen to me. But I think finding joy without you might be worse

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wouldn't it

because wouldn't it be better to be dead and still have you than to be alive but dying alone

tell me wouldn't it be better to have maimed myself rather than stay myself and lose you

wouldn't i be happier to be with you

wouldn't i be happier to not be me

i wish i wasn't me if i could just have you

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I made these a while ago for some of the characters we have rolling around in our head