#it was that or sharing something from my silly ya fantasy book which i haven't posted a single thing about around here

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WIP Wednesday Game

originally shared by @tanoraqui tagged by: @runawaymun

Here’s how it works:

In a new post w/ rules attached, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

WIP LIST: 

1. unfolding 2. Pocket Change (Arthur) 3. aw shit, here we go again 4. Argumentum Novitatis Transcript (Part 1) 5. Miraculous TTTE Crossover

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SNIPPET:

from chapter Small Mercies chapter 14, file name: Pocket Change (Arthur) Arthur groaned and peeled his face off the crumb-ridden shag rug he found himself on. His stomach churned just at the act of sitting up.  “Where…” he murmured, but it all came back to him. Slowly, in bits and pieces.  He’d gone asking around about odd jobs and wound up in a pub due to his grumbling stomach. There was something about some students offering him a drink. One of them saying he looked a sorry state.  The rest was a muddy haze.  Did I spill out some sob story? I think I must have.  At some point the man who was now snoring on the orange botanical print sofa had patted his shoulder in some reassuring way and said something along the lines of, “Sorry you went through that, mate.”  There were a couple others scattered around the room. One asleep in an arm chair, another passed out face-first a few feet away from where Arthur now sat by the record player. He reached up to remove the needle and stop the crackle. His mouth tasted rancid. A vague unpleasant memory of throwing up fizzed to the surface. He’d have mourned the lost calories, but he couldn’t recall eating much of anything last night. Just the world wobbling around him as he succumbed to inebriation.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄: Shower Sex w/ CDC!Daryl Dixon

a/n: omg y'all's tags on your reblogs of my posts make me giggle. there's an equal amount of thirst to y'all just being plain old funny! i love all my silly little gooses!! thank you for the support!

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At first the CDC just felt like a fantasy, a great idea, but unreachable. But there was something about the way in which Rick spoke about it that sparked the last bit of hope that had been residing in your chest.

The fall had taken everything from you: you parents, siblings, relatives, a job that you had worked your ass off to get; but the worst part is, it put your relationship with Daryl on hold. You knew it was only because he was afraid of losing you, but it was like you missed him even though he was right there. So, when an opportunity to be a couple again arose, you took it.

"Why haven't ya showered yet?" He asked while walking in your shared quarters — which had been Daryl's insistence when you tried to claim one for yourself. 

You looked up from the book you were reading on the miniature sofa in the room. "I figured we could shower together. I tried to find you while everyone else was, but I didn't know where you were." He only grunted, chewing on a hangnail nervously. 

"Ya wanna shower with me?" He asked sheepishly. You smiled softly, setting the book face down and standing up to take his large, callused hands in yours. "Of course, babe. Why wouldn't I?" He just shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno… figured ya wouldn' want me to see ya… ya know… like tha'." 

"Just because it seems like we aren't dating doesn't mean you're not my boyfriend." You reassured the archer. "Now c'mon before there's no more hot water left." 

He allowed you to lead him to the showering quarters where you had begun to remove your clothes. He looked away bashfully, the tips of his ears turning red. 

"D!" You giggled. "It's nothing you hadn't seen before. Now strip!" You commanded playfully. You kicked off your pants and panties, stripping off your shirt and sports bra before standing bare before him.

He had stripped down to nothing as you approached one of the enclosed showers. You twisted the knob and hot water sprayed down your sweat and dirt covered skin, drawing a blissful sigh from between your lips.

"Oh, Daryl! This is wonderful! You gotta get in here!" You cheered, standing under the head of it. You allowed the water to soak the front of your body, your head tipped back in relaxation. 

You felt his warm body before you heard the door slide shut. You smiled gently when you felt his hands land on your plush hips, the hunter placing his chin in the crease of your neck. You squirmed at the feeling of his beard tickling your skin.

"It's been too long since we've been alone, huh?" You asked carelessly. You reached up an arm to massage at his scalp and he purred in delight. "Mhm." He agreed with a hum.

He let his hands wander up and down your body, his fingertips skimming over your nipple. You knew he didn't mean too, that he was just simply worshiping your body without any lustful intent behind his touches, but God, it's been so fucking long.

"Do that again. Please." You plead breathlessly. "Okay." His voice was gruff and deep as his palms cupped your breasts, twisting your nipples and teasing them just the way he remembered you liked. 

You moaned softly, head falling back on his shoulder as he placed sweet kisses all up and down your skin. Your body heated up unashamedly, core dampening with each twist of his skillful fingers.

"'Missed you so much. Missed this." 

"Missed ya too, sunshine." His hands descended down your torso to your weeping cunt. The rough pads of his fingers teased your labia, stroking it up and down in fluid motions before sinking two digits into you slowly.

"Ah! — shit." You gasped at the stretch of the intrusion. Your hips jolted out in an attempt to fuck yourself on his fingers; but with him, you never had to beg. He'd give you anything you'd ask for and tenfold.

"I gotcha, I gotcha." He cooed, lips settling near your ear so you could listen to his ragged breathing. 

The only thing that could be heard over the splashing of the water was the squelch of your cunt followed by your ecstasy ridden moans. His fingers continually curled against your g-spot. You felt your stomach tighten, your grip on his hair tightening as well.

"I'm gonna cum, Daryl!" You gasped. You were on the precipice of pleasure, but you needed just a little bit more to push you over the edge. As if reading your mind, he inserted a finger and the pad of his thumb circled your clit.

"Cum f'me, sunshine." He demanded softly, a light rasp following his words. "Fuck!" You cried out, body quivering as your orgasm overtook you.

You could feel his hardness poking your back as he resumed his soft kisses to help bring you back down from your high.

"Don' gotta keep goin' if ya don' wanna." 

"I wanna keep going, D. Please. 'S been too long." You begged, pressing your ass on his hard-on. He choked on a grunt, palms squeezing your wide hips. "Okay." He said thickly.

He turned you around, your arms instantly wrapping around his neck. He walked you back barely even a step before your back touched the surprisingly cool tile.

"'Wanna see ya." There was a sheepish look on his face at his own admission. "I wanna see you too, baby." You agreed, bringing your lips to his as they joined together in an amorous embrace.

He wrapped one of your legs around his hip, his tip poking at your folds. He reached a free hand down to guide his cock to your entrance where he slowly penetrated you.

You broke the kiss by your head falling back, your jaw slightly dropping at the intrusion.

"Fuck." You both called out in tandem when he bottomed out inside of you. 

You spent a few moments catching your breath, but as need twisted in your gut, you squeezed down on him, pulling a bellowing groan from him. 

"Please move, Dar." 

You didn't need to tell him twice. He pulled out, before slamming into you, a loud slap resounding throughout the showers. You were glad that you decided to wait for him. 

He tried to keep up a slow pace, but your noises and gummy walls beckoned him, sucking him greedily in an attempt to take him for all that he was worth. 

You knew you'd be sore later with every smack of his toned hips to the insides of your plush thighs. 

"Ya feel so good, sweetheart." He growled, his tip prodding at your g-spot with each thrust. "You feel good too!" You repeated back to him. "God, I missed you so much." You recalled once more, pulling the man to your body so there wasn't an inch of space left between the two of you.

"Missed ya too, sweetpea. 'Gonna make you cum real good, alrigh'?" You nodded fastly in excitement. "Need it." Your response was simple, but he knew it held a heavier meaning behind it.

You knew that you were going to cum soon, and if Daryl's dick twitching was any consolation, he was right behind you.

"I want you to cum with me, baby." He nodded, "I will, I will." He repeated breathlessly.

Your bodies worked in sync to bring the other to their climax, and when they were successful, Daryl was quick to pull out of you, jerking off before he exploded on the floor; whilst you rubbed your clit to completion.

"You okay sweetheart?" He asked. "Yeah," You responded with a heaving chest. "Just a little worried about the fact that the water feels a little chilly."

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[fizzingwizard]

Solo-ing this book ask game this time~ wish I had more variety to offer but anyway it was fun. Skipped a bunch that I don't have time for/have poor answers to.

describe a book you’ve read in the last twelve months in freeform poetry

Silverchest by Carl Phillips. Very haunting and emotive poetry.

what was the first book you read from your favourite author (and what made you come back for more)?

Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro. I didn't know anything about it the first time I read it, so the twist took me completely by surprise. I'm always so sad for new readers who probably already know about it thanks to the movies. It's not that the twist is so unique, but the build-up leading into it lets it really land the punch, and adds an extra layer of tragedy to the finale.

But it wasn't the twist that made me an Ishiguro fan. It's the depth of emotion and his view of humanity through such an honest lens. Of course I love Remains of the Day as well, and When We Were Orphans. I expected a similar twist with Klara in the Sun, but although there kind of is one, it's so much less dramatic - but there's something about that which works for the narrative just as well. I own The Buried Giant but it's still only part-read back at my mom's house.

share a cover that made you pick up a specific book (and how that turned out for you)

I no longer remember which cover it was! But it was The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. I read it when I was 16 at a Halloween party when I felt partied out. It was on a book shelf at my friend's house. I think I was intrigued by both the title and the cover. Liked it a lot.

which non-fiction book had you glued to your seat and fascinated with each new chapter?

That's a toss up between Wild Swans by Jung Chang and The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls. (I assume memoirs count.) The latter is such an intriguing depiction of a family dynamic and love and toxicity. The former is a thick book of mostly exposition that follows the writers' ancestors during the transition from Imperial China to communism. We were assigned only a small chunk of it in a high school class, but it was so fascinating that I read the whole thing.

name a book series you didn’t finish (and why)

I've picked up a lot of books that start a series and didn't make it past the first chapter, so I can't really count them. There is one book which comes to mind, but I can't recall the name of it anymore. It was a fantasy series that I read when I was 18 or so. It might be YA but either way I think I was too old for it, because I remember that after finishing the whole book I thought it was so insipid and cliche. Dunno if I'd still feel that way about it now, but I can't remember what its even called, so. Definitely didn't continue on to the sequels.

do you remember the first book you read by yourself?

no lol way too young. it was probably a babysitter's club or something.

which book can you turn to whenever things get worse?

Well I know this is probably a cop-out coming from me, but I really do feel calmer when I reread a Moomin book. They're so full of peace without sacrificing an ounce of sensitivity, and because they're children's books that even adults can love, I can read them quickly when I need to feel settled down. I really want to recommend them to friends and family, but I know it's also such a personal reaction that I just can't expect them to feel the same. I don't think my dad, especially, would be able to look past the funny characters with the silly names.

share the last book that made you experience an outburst of emotion — be that happiness, fear, shock, sadness, anger...

I'm going to go with The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy. It's certainly not the "last" book I read, because other than Silverchest, Moomins, Klara in the Sun, Middlemarch, and a couple Jane Austen novels, I haven't been reading much recently. And I can't keep picking those ones over and over. XP But The God of Small Things is my long-time favorite for the way it shocks you, and rips you apart, yet remains so tender. recommend three (non-english) books you read in translation Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez if a stranger on the train wanted to make you fall in love with them instantly — which book would they have to read? Never Let Me Go, maybe, but I think I'd want them to like the poetry of Mary Oliver or Walt Whitman better, if we're talking bout love. share a quote that made you read a certain book (and how that turned out) as it happens, this quote from Silverchest: "At last, he's asleep. I can look at him the way I'm meant to." And it turned out very good. I'm glad I read these poems. Sometimes the sexuality made me uncomfortable, because I just don't read that sort of thing often. But what I love is that the poetry surrounded that very blunt sexuality is as beautiful and evocative as you could ask it to be, which elevates the eroticism and puts puritanical discomfort to shame. did you ever read a book because a show/film was coming out based on it? Bonus: did you watch the show/film and how did it hold up? Technically that's why I read Lord of the Rings, the first movie had just come out and I had been putting off my two friends who were trying to convince me to read the books. We were thirteen, and my best friend gave me a copy of FotR with the movie poster as the cover, and wrote a note inside that said "May this book open your eyes to the wonderful world of Tolkien!" Well, it did. Initially I had trouble getting through Tom Bombadil, but once I did I barreled through all three books before the Two Towers film came out. Much more recently, Good Omens, which I had never read before hearing of the TV show. I love both the LotR movies and the Good Omens TV show, which is interesting since adaptations can be very hit or miss for me. But it's a combo of the care that went into making them as well as just having excellent material in the originals. share a book that helped you evolve into the person you are now Definitely His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman. I read those books in junior high and they were life-changing. I always loved scrappy girls like Pippi Longstocking and Anne of Green Gables. Matilda made me uncomfortable because she was so angry and vengeful but at the same time I loved her for it! But Lyra was the one who stayed with me the most, probably because the message of "lying is good"! Not really, but I mean, there is this whole undercurrent of rebelling against authority and trusting one's feelings which becomes loud and powerful in the final book. Lyra was so subversive for me and still one of my favorite characters ever. what kind of atmosphere/topic/theme are you currently most interested in? Lately what I want to read the most is books that are both realistic and loving. I don't want the love to be sacrificed for gritty realism, but I don't want realism sacrificed for cloying fluff. I'm looking for the kind of balance I want to see emulated more often in people's interactions with each other IRL. Instead of assuming "my neighbor is a monster," finding the human there. I think this is present a lot in Jane Austen novels.