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[littlemissshifter]

gave my exam today, slept the entire evening and now I have 9 free days. I'm going to complete all my drafts and start posting again!

[daughter-of-inklings]

Heads Up, Seven Up!

Tagged by the lovely, @worldofthraeia , their post here !

Rules: Share seven lines from your WIP!

This is definitely more than 7 lines, but Nicholas being an idiot in love is always a delight to write and to read. He just loves his weird winged elf girlfriend so much-

“... You know, most would just give their beloved flowers or a ring or some other trinket.” Though, there was a comfort to the weight of the blade in her hands; not too light to be struck away in a single blow, but not as heavy as to slow her wrist.  “Most aren’t a sliver of yourself.” Their gazes held a moment, a sincerity to his eyes that complimented the fondness in hers before she forced herself to look away. She twirled the sword, weighing the blade in her hand and giving it a few practice swings directed at nothing in particular. She flicked it, then swung in a large arc- it felt better than it looked. She ran her thumb over the groove of the roses, surprised at the warmth of the metal against her fingertips. She’d expected it to be as cold as his magick, woven into the blade as asnimi’ka often did with their handcrafted gifts. More than warm, it was scorching- growing hotter the more her finger lingered over them. “... How much work did you put into this?” “A few years.” He cleared his throat, producing a smaller box from beneath his sleeve. He fiddled with the bow, golden as the last, ears falling back into his hair. She felt his nerves in their bond, and arched her brow in response. “I… Wanted it to be as perfect for you as you are for me. I designed it, worked through materials- tested ‘em. Refined the metal, spent time drawing up engravings, and figuring out the enchantments to conceal it."

Tagging (gently): @mythie-and-mages, @scribe-cas, @crowandmoonwriting , @kaedynce-is-a-writer, @macabremoons , @digital-chance, and anyone else who sees this and wants to partake! ✧･ﾟ: *

[mabelsguidetolife]

current status:

[chloesimaginationthings]

The day FNAF Charlie Emily was shut out..

[itscherryterry-again]

This Barbie bites !

[gallusrostromegalus]

"you know, I wanna learn embroidery for this costume I'm working on." I say. "I'll start with something normal, like a complex decorative apron panel!"

[kensatou]

“if you could pick up another language, what would it be?”

“i’d go russian. i’d love to know what geno says or has said over the years… i’d love to know 🥰 i just want to know (giggles) 🥰”

[muttgirl]

Vintage Hole amplifier knob pendant necklace

[akanemnon]

Yeah, Kris is definitely NOT alright.

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[demigods-posts]

i don't know man. but sometimes i think about percy breaking the news to nico that his sister's dead. and nico plummetting into depression, screaming at the boy he once thought of as a hero to die. and percy watching this ten-year-old disappear into the shadows mid sobbing. and percy's shaking and traumatized and exhausted. but he forces that pain down his throat and accepts the role as the prophecy kid so nico has a chance to create a future he wants. while percy's is set in stone. and i don't know man.

[renthony]

I am begging people to use LibreOffice and personal storage devices like hard drives or USB sticks instead of relying 100% on Google Docs. LibreOffice is free and open-source, it saves files to your own computer, and it lets you save as many different file types. You can write in it, format ebooks in it, and do everything you might possibly need to do as a writer.

"Oh, but I'll lose my USB stick--" Fine, back things up in whatever cloud you use as a form of extra protection, but you should also try your absolute damnedest to also put them on some form of storage that isn't a cloud.

I know it's not accessible to everyone, but if you at all have the ability, don't rely on shit that lives on other people's computers. Especially with everything going on with AI theft and aggressive censorship of adult media. If you don't store your files on your own personal computer that you have control over, your files aren't fully yours, and they're at the whims of whoever owns the cloud.

Learn where your files are stored and how to access them. Get into the habit of backing up your files to your own personal storage. Even if you're not up for intense tech research and you don't care about how the computer actually works, please stop letting your art live in corporate clouds.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Stargazing, at the edge of the unknown.

[emacrow]

The civilization trapped in an ice meteorite.

Superman, after saving the earth from another earth ending bomb, breeze through space, were glowing clouds of gas and dust known as a planetary nebula floated around aimlessly with glowing green dwarf particles as if a solar system was sucked into, but there only lays a sun and 7 planets here before before something caught his eye.

A pusling aimlessly floating ball like metorite full of frozen white ice with green dipped in the bottom in the middle of space. The pulsing glow flickers like a couple of very slow heartbeats.

Superman used his x ray vision to see inside, and what he saw immediately immediately griped the ice and speed flew over through back to the Watchtower which was not far from here.

Superman spoke in the coms of his oxygen mask to the Watchtower.

"Open the space entrance gates, and someone calls in Beatriz Da Costa. I found a floating town trapped in metorite ice with what seems civilians' insides." Superman spoke in the coms as he pushed the metorite carefully toward the watchtower, unaware of the gigantic glowing transparent being with 8 neon green eyes staring at him wrapped around the ice metorite like a Serpent to it's eggs.

[trilliath]

honestly shout out to the dead dove: do not eat creators, the darkfic authors, the people who can unflinchingly stare into their darkest desires and curiosities and give them life enough to share with other people. It's absolutely so much harder than it looks to pull off

[chloesimaginationthings]

The moment FNAF movie Vanessa knew she fucked up

[hellenhighwater]

In a completely baffling turn of events, today I opened up my wallet and discovered, tucked into an internal pocket, a current, valid, Michigan Concealed Pistol License ID card belonging to a man I'd never met. (CPL cards are heavy plastic, like a driver's license.) It's a validly issued CPL. He's a real person who lives in Michigan--I found his voting records, home address, social media accounts, and other information with a bit of searching, and can confirm I have never met this dude. He does not live anywhere nearby. The wallet is one I just use for my ID's--bar card, courthouse keypass, drivers license, employee ID, etc. Not something I pull out on a daily basis; very definitely not something I hand off to other people. Even more confusingly, this man is twenty years older than me to the day. We have the same birthday. But I don't know him; I don't even know anyone who knows him.

Which leaves me with the utter mystery of how the hell some random guy's concealed pistol license wound up in my purse