#wtf factor

[gioia-writes-and-others]

🦐🦐 MIXED FRIED mode ON !!! 🦐🦐

aka WRITING SHARE! (it's been a while!)

In the spirit of "fuck it we ball" AND breaking that unhealty habit of overthinking and procrastinate posting here a few snippets of a scene that gave me quite the headache....and still does 😒

Not the whole scene because....reasons (spoilers?)

Special THANK for the tag to :

@aintgonnatakethis for WIP Weekend

@theeccentricraven for Nine lines Nine people

@willtheweaver for Seven Sentence Sunday Someday and another one on Sunday (not me though 😂)

and @wintersennwritings for WIP Weekend Weekday

Snippets DRAFT ZERO - The scarred angel (Ashley Knox trilogy) AND some art under the cut

CW : blood, injuries,possible torture, swearing, murder

The screen showed what looked like a fingerprint magnified multiple times over.

The red cursor blinked and bit down pixels, the trajectory defined by the code scrolling across the screen generating the necessary electrical impulses, worked like any eraser tool in a graphic software leaving behind large patches of black.

"It's empty now....." the man wearing a white lab coat muttered, basically to no one but himself, squinting through his spectacles at the output on the screen.

His quite imposing stature forced him to sit slightly slouched forward.

Bony pale fingers switched continuously from mouse to keyboard without him taking his eyes off to what on-display.

Except... it wasn't empty.

.......

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One of the two men standing behind White-coat snorted through the handkerchief fabric concealing his nose and mouth :

"What the fuck? He'll trash all those fucking wires you stuck on his head, why you don't sedate the bastard?"

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White-coat chin pointed towards the glass wall that separated them from the gruesome scene : "Shut him down." he instructed the two men, voice neutral and fingers keeping up the typing on the keyboard.

It was the second man's turn to snort as he walked briskly towards the glass door, pulling out a gun from behind the waist band.

The door had barely swung open when the silent blow brought the subject's ordeal to an end, sending splotches of red blood and gray matter all over the wall next to him.

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The two men pulled the plastic coat that covered part of the walls up to the floor underneath the chair, opened the shackles and shoved down the corpse that hit the floor with a heavy thud, rolled it inside the tarp folding the exceeding haphazardly and started to drag the whole thing, one to each side.

"Next time fix that better, would you?" the first one complained loud enough through the fabric.

The other grumbled back something unintelligible, an unlit cigarette dangling between his lips.

Just few minutes before his hand had found the lighter in his pocket to lit it up.

It would had help to bare with the fetor coming from God knows where, since the bastard on the chair was still alive at that point.

But White-coat's stern look, the only moment where the fucker had dignified them with a glance, had stopped him midway.

Clearly this fucker had to be immune to the miasma.

So now, as his comrade was pissing him off, he came back to him that it really did suck they couldn't get rid of this White-coat ass too.

Because the orders, of course.

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When they passed next to the desk where he was abusing his keyboard White-coat instructed : "Bring the next in." still not taking his eyes off from the screen, tone flat.

Both men barked out a groan.

"Fuck man, are you telling me we have to cover it all up again?" blurted out Thug-number-one through the hankie.

At that White-coat finally snapped out from his work.

He tilted his head and in a nervous reflex adjusted his spectacles on the bridge of his nose, like he hadn't fully acknowledge the presence of the two thugs in the lab with him until that very moment.

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The two men finally reached the corridor that leaded to the outside.

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"I'm telling you, this whole thing is rubbing me all wrong." Thug-number-two grumbled again.

Thug-number-one nodded, fucking finally getting rid of the hanky and using it to drab dry the sweat from his brow.

"This son of a bitch is fucking heavy" he chin pointed to the roll tarp "Pick up the next one skinny, shall we?"

Out in the open on the truck's cargo bed were piled up several other corpses already, summarily wrapped in a mess of blood-stained tarp, the layers not to discourage swarms of buzzing flies that lift in the air as the men made an ultimate effort to lift and dump the last dead man's body with the others.

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For a while the only noise came from the flies buzz feasting and the sandy dust scrunching under the soles as the two enjoyed - fucking finally - a well deserved smoke, back leaned against one side of the truck in the only very thin sleeve of shadow.

Then Thug-number-two broke the silence : "The asshole said 'another one'." he tsked.

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Another bunch of seconds trailed while both drag on their cigarette and exhaled smoke then Thug-number-two prompted again : "You know what this shit's about at least?"

At that Thug-number-one made a face, his resolution to keep quiet instantly out : "What? You don't know?"

"Know what?"

"New business man!"

Thug-number-two arched a brow, skeptic.

Thug-number-one insisted eagerly, enjoying the sudden authority that came from being the only one aware of what's going on : "Fuck, man, I'm telling you! All this shit? Progress, man!"

Thug-number-two gave him an unimpressed look : "Fuck progress, has Moreno said that?" he almost pouted.

"Man, are you against progress?" Thug-number-two mocked him.

The other shrugged : "Fuck off!" he muttered averting his gaze, then spat on the ground and sucked on the cigarette keeping silence, all to underline his contempt.

Thug-number-one toke his time and let his comrade sunk in his bad mood for a bit, then chucked the butt in the dust, snuffed it with the heel and conceded : "Moreno didn't say shit".

He straightened up and adjusted the belt under his prominent stomach : "I've picked things up by myself. See all that crap now, computers and stuff?"

The other gave him the eye, but clearly enough he wanted to know.

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Also working some art for one of my OCs, Frank Morales....not there yet in the way I imagine him but wip

(The girl is not happy about it....😅)

Aight, let's tag some people (np) + OPEN TAG and a drink 🍻☕🍷☕ 🍹🍻

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[ashleyknoxtrilogy]

🦐 MIXED FRIED / Writing share ( with ART) 🦐

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THANK YOU for all the open tags to 🦐@the-golden-comet HERE

and HERE and for all the OPEN KISSES tags HERE HERE 🦐

+ various flavors of writing share to 🦐 @tragedycoded HERE ,

🦐 @peach-the-gospel HERE and 🦐 @aalinaaaaaa HERE

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Wip The scarred angel / DRAFT Zero - actual chp 9 "The den"

ART (IbisPaint, yes, I'm playing with it) + Text under the cut / CW body fluids (?)

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What they see are metal bars running from the ground to the ceiling same as a prison cell, bare and completely empty but for the deadly stink of urine mingled with the stale of other non specified substances.

Ashley clenches her teeth while she swipes the rye of the torch's light over the rock walls, the unwilling tension clasping at her nape and the pit of her stomach obviously going unnoticed by the two women with her.

Which is exactly how it has to be.

The lingering stink reminding ammonia's does speak loud enough about people that have been held captive inside.

Now the cell's door has been left locked, the key nowhere to be seen.

Since there is nothing more to check they resume the inspection and walk deeper into the gallery.

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Eyes open wide in shock when they push open the second door.

"Is this a lab ?" Amy speaks first, almost in aw, while she takes in the surroundings.

A fair work has been achieved to get this part of the gallery almost matching a typical white collar working space, including a ventilation system and rather some equipment, considering what's been left, to re-create a functional setting.

"They lack on the decoration side..."Amy mutters in bitter irony to balance the surprise.

These walls are bare indeed but for a few office magnetic boards that have been swiped clean, and a regular paper print of the Holy Mary stuck crookedly on the wall near the entrance.

Amy follows Ashley's gaze lingering over that one.

"Do they pray?" she asks not holding back the disbelief in her pitch at the sight of the sacred image.

Pretty much out of place, to say the least, borderline surrealistic.

Ashley's eyes narrow for a moment, brow furrowed, then she shrugs as a response and sweeps her attention across the rest of the space.

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Drink of the week 🍻☕🍷☕ 🍹🍻 + tag (NP) to :

@cowboybrunch @lavender-gloom @mk-writes-stuff

@deanwax @alinacapellabooks @wyked-ao3

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[somethings-stirring]

"yah i finished deltarune chapter 4 too"

ah yes, 4 chapters. congrats

[gioia-writes-and-others]

WIP Wednesday FRIDAY 🦐

Late, doesn't matter, thank you @willtheweaver for tagging me!

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In the whole spirit of "Fuck it We ball" , snippet from my wip :

Ashley Knox trilogy

Yeah, apparently I DON'T write chronologically 🫠  (so the snippet will probably go in book 2)

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When the ageless woman that they still called shaman saw the young girl the first reaction was to frown: what the Spirits had just sent her?

Of course she was acquainted of her last task waiting to start, supposedly in shape of someone that would have reach for her.

Yet, despite knowing the truth, her human rational mind hadn't gone that far to imagine - couldn't imagine - that!

So that the ageless woman first reaction was : "What I'm suppose to do with her?"

Seeing the fury festering inside the girl she was in measure to foretell that that task would be both hard work, probably a long shot.

Teachers of all times have no control on how fast their pupils can achieve the work and there were many aspects of that path that not even her could speed up. Or would.

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(Guess who "the girl" is)

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Art will be for another time, meanwhile show me what you got!

No pressure though and a drink 🍻☕🍷☕ 🍹🍻

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@thewell-traveledmentalmerchant

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @pippinoftheshire

Here’s a watercolor piece I’m working on right now featuring Fen and Playa (I may use this as cover art for Snow on the Pines if it looks good):

NP tag @sarandipitywrites @world-of-iridensia @write-with-will @riveriafalll @moltenwrites

@winterandwords @ahordeofwasps @leahnardo-da-veggie @writingrosesonneptune @gioia-writes-and-others and open tag

[scramratz]

Wait are you telling me the severe acne I've had for months is BECAUSE MY NED WAS LEAKING FIBERGLASS

[gioia-writes-and-others]

OCKISS 2025 / Valentine...

Fuck it! This is what I got for keeping up to procrastinate 😂😂

All wip, the text and the art!

(Potentially this would be one of the last scene in book one....before.....)

The scarred angel / DRAFT ZERO

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Ashley doesn't say a word but swerves the wheel on the right and pulls the Lincoln on the side of the road.

Break pedal all the way down and handbrake up almost at the same time, the car jolts at the improvised stop.

Her eyes lock with Amy's .

For a moment the only sound filling the air is the engine's humming in the background, then the sharp crack of seat belts unfastening and the driver seat pushed all the way back echoes in the cabin.

Amy's already on Ashley's lap straddling her, urgency consuming.

Hearts ignite and mouths collide.

At first Amy's hands grip Ashley's shoulders to stabilize herself, fingertips digging into the fabric eager of the feeling of the skin underneath, then her left hand stroke up cradling Ashley's face, the pad of her thumb brushing gently the scarred skin while her right slides up  into that mass of hair, fingers curling in.

It's almost an intoxicating relief to finally sink her fingers in, to give in into the softness and the tickling of golden frizzy curls to the point that Amy has to hold back from squeezing too hard.

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Stay hydrated !!!! 🍻☕🍷☕ 🍹🍻 Tag (np), I wanna see your OCKISS 2025 :

@tragedycoded @the-golden-comet @wyked-rebellion

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[gioia-writes-and-others]

Oh, look! Thank you for the tag @illarian-rambling !!

Last Line Tag

(ok, last three...rules are made to be broken and all that)

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From Ashley Knox trilogy book 2

No set of balls could have spared her that taste of metallic bile coating the throat nor that weight at the pit of the stomach. Yet she gathered all she could to focus on what had to come next.

Tag (NP) to : @alinacapellabooks @aintgonnatakethis @wyked-original-writing @gaslightwestern @willtheweaver + OPEN

Thanks for the tag @theink-stainedfolk!

Last Line Tag

Been working on Wild Type some more, little by little (:

Kid nodded morosely. "I just hope he's okay without me."

I need you to understand that he's talking about a bucket right now. Not a magic sentient bucket. Just a bucket.

I'll tag @gioia-writes-and-others @leahnardo-da-veggie @houndsofcorduff @seastarblue @leebrontide and anyone else who wants in!

[ashleyknoxtrilogy]

🦐🦐 Mixed Fried Writing Share 🦐🦐

Soooooooooooo late!!! It might start to smell a bit !

As usual thank you for the tag to :

@the-golden-comet HERE HERE HERE (lots of kisses) HERE and HERE (lots of seven sentences and yes I'm awfully late)

to @wyked-original-writing HERE , @theeccentricraven HERE and HERE , @aalinaaaaaa HERE and @tragedycoded HERE

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From TSA / The scarred angel - Ashley Knox book 1

DRAFT ZERO and back to chapter (8 ? ) + smug smile sketch in progress

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For now Ashley decides to not push it.

She still thinks that she's going to get Amy's back on the safe side of the border sooner than later.

In the meantime they finally managed to get into that fucking red mercedes and drive away.

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"We'll better make a stop." Ashley states.

Amy rummages on the top pocket of her backpack : "I still have some money and my credit card, we can find something for the night and....SHIT!" 

Ashley gives her a surprised look.

"I have to call Phil!"

Who's Phil?

The question crosses Ashley's mind but she doesn't voice it.

"He must be worry sick, if he already got a news about what happened...." Amy's voice trails off, clearly concerned by that eventuality.

She glares at Ashley : "Too bad, I don't have my phone anymore though..."

Ashley barely arches a brow mostly unimpressed by both the implications and the sarcasm held in the remark but still takes note of Amy's urgency : "We'll get a burner at the next gas station."

Right...

The question sounds stupid in her own head but Amy asks anyway : "What about you? Don't you have someone to call?"

At first Amy is met with the usual silence in the guise of an answer, Ashley's gaze stay fixed at the road ahead.

She's not eager to talk with the chief because he'll ask about Amy and Ashley really doesn't look forwards to answer about that.

Instead she spiels off to herself that Amy will call this Phil guy alright and she'll get whatever flight in a couple of day at the most, away from there.

Ashley will be done with it.

Also, it's unlikely that Herrera knows more than her right now anyway, so, what's the point?

Let the man cook for a couple of days.

"I'll keep in mind to call Herrera, just not today." she cuts it short.

Amy says nothing at first, slightly confused by the unexpected lack of enthusiasm.

Not that the events of the last couple of hours would prove otherwise, it's more likely he needs her than she needs him.

Beside, that girl is a mystery.

Amy's mind wanders to a few days before at the police headquarters and the chief telling the story of how him and Ashley had met.

She can't help to wonder what Ashley's life has been like since.

Has she really been by herself all this time?

Amy's the opposite of a person with an intense social life but finds difficult to believe that Ashley just keep strolls by herself through such a hostile world.

She has known hostile but this is a new different level.

Does Ashley live too in survive mode?

Even with having been directly involved with her endeavors the last couple of hours everything Amy's witnessed still feels alien to her and she certainly must return the same impression.

And yet ..... a flickering thought pops, tastes like certitude.

The most alien of all even if she's still anxious to call Phil to not keep him worried in the dark.

Contentment.

Unexpected contentment.

Being with Ashley makes her content in the weirdest way.

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Tag (np) for a writing share and a drink too 🍻☕🍷☕ 🍹🍻 :

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[0507-worms]

shidou's last few timeline conversations feel a little too ominous for him to Not Know that something was coming; which just makes me wonder what made him let his guard down

[gioia-writes-and-others]

Out of Context Line Tag

Thank you @aalinaaaaaa

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Wip TSA / The scarred angel

DRAFT ZERO - chp 11 - "THE BOOGEYMAN"

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Shortly after they had hit the road Amy had made the request….actually no, sounded more like an order, for Ashley to stop and leave her the wheel.

"I drank less than you" had been the lame excuse to which Ashley had arched a brow but then decided to let it pass, stretching like a cat on the passenger seat instead .

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TAGS (np) + 🍸 🍹 🍷 🍹

@the-golden-comet @willtheweaver @wyked-original-writing @tragedycoded @lychhiker-writes + OPEN

Out of Context Line Tag

Thank you @thepeculiarbird for the tag!

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Aster grimaced. "Potentially. The place was nothing like I'd ever seen before, it seemed as if the houses and the temple were not made for us humans. The skeleton could explain a lot of it."

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Sending tags to @ruvastuon @eccaiia @gioia-writes-and-others @anyablackwood @cljordan-imperium @space-writes @tildeathiwillwrite and open tag as always :D

[felixcosm]

Can I say something controversial about WOE.BEGONE? Well I'm doing it anyway.

I don't think Michael flirting with Sly when he's already met him in the future is a big deal at all, it's probably one of the more healthy way of meeting your partners (next to Mikey manipulating Edgar and what Texlaw has going on*)

It's not really like he was manipulating Sly with big secrets that he figured out from the future, he came to his bar because he knew Sly will help protect them from the Flinchites - which he did and which they needed.

And Sly was absolutely flirting back. He talks to Michael for two minutes and offers to teach him how to ride a motorcycle. He was into Michael.

[gioia-writes-and-others]

3 QUESTIONS about one of your OCs

Tagged by my beloved @wyked-original-writing 🙏

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Let's introduce Abuela another MC for my Ashley's trilogy

As far as today Abuela will be very present in book 2 and she'll be mentioned in book 1 and 3

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how would you describe their personality / aesthetic?

Abuela is an old woman with piercing clear eyes despite her colombian origin.

We don't know her real name, "Abuela" is how everybody, including Ashley, call her.

Same as we won't know anything about her hair....she always wear very colorful foulards though.

She's around 69 when Ashley comes around, tanned and very wrinkled skin, a thin body with a big personality.

She's half a way between a witch and a shaman and runs, more or less, the only place where Ashley will live a relative safe... At least for a while.

Abuela is Ashley's mentor in book 2 and, like all very good teachers, she's aware that there is just as much she can do for her pupil....the rest of it will be out of her hands.

what’s your favourite thing about them?

She's very benevolant but can't be tricked, she can call on everybody's bullshit out no problem

fun facts about them / their creation

Right at the beginning I had a very clear idea about how she looked like and the fact that she would hold her own to Ashley...for the better and the worse.

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Tag NP : @falco-underscore-77 @wintersennwritings @willtheweaver @gaslightwestern @words-after-midnight @keeping-writing-frosty @kaeru483 @aalinaaaaaa @agirlandherquill @mapplesand

+ OPEN and a drink 🍻☕🍷☕ 🍹🍻

Tagged by @thecomfywriter for three questions

I'll make this for one of my OC's that I have yet to introduce: she belongs to another secret wip as I want to have it mostly finished before I start yapping about it....I'm going to try to draft all the books for that set then talk about them as I am editing.

how would you describe their personality / aesthetic?

Esmeralda is a spitfire survivor. She tries to go under the radar but once her cover gets blown..well damn...🔥

She hails from Mexico just not sure the year or region yet to be honest as I have a little more research to do before it is settled. But her sense of style has a Western/ sombrero /badass/ seductress vibes.

Her loyalty is to the extreme I would have to say but so is her hatred. She is made of fire in a way.

what’s your favourite thing about them?

😅 gesture's at the character...

fun facts about them / their creation

She is a corrupted demon and not a born demon (despite what over half of hell believes)

She lives on the outer lands or the wild lands and has a pack of wild hellhounds..no one knows how she achieved that. Then again they think she is crazy for living there of all places

She is one of ten demons who can create a portal out of hell for others..for a price of course.

She kinda runs a market of sorts and a safe house. Even the royals won't mess with her, then again to them she is just someone lurking in the shadows they have no clue who her true identity is.

Ez or Ezz is her preferred nickname.

Tagging @gioia-writes-and-others @inseasofgreen (if you want) @nondelphic @kaeru483 @ruvastuon and @the-golden-comet

[gioia-writes-and-others]

SATURDAY WRITING SHARE WITH SHRIMPS 🦐🦐🦐

ART + WRITING + VIDEO

Due to many reasons tumblr has been "quiet" recently.....But I decided to share some writing and art anyway and call others to do the same. Let's take this space back 😉

🦐 (The shrimps are especially dedicated to @lychhiker btw 😁- you're also tagged/NP) 🦐

First some art.....drawing Ashley Knox will be the death of me though.

Writing and video under the cut

For book two (yes, two!) of Ashley Knox's trilogy , draft very zero

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At first Herrera had thought of the classic ghost.

"That's it, I'm loosing it…" he had said to himself spotting a bright blond curly head and piercing blue eyes staring at his soul directly from the past.

He had never forget that girl.

Every now and then he had speculated about where she could have ended up and and every time, he couldn't help it, he had shaken his head because, let's face it, it was unlikely it would had been a good place. By Herrera's experience it couldn't possibly be.

And yet…..there she was.

She had got taller, her face had lost all childish features, blond hair longer down to the shoulders, stance more athletic and firm. The scars on her face, well visible, had healed since.

The present vision overlapped the one from the past but for the icy quality of her eyes that had hunted Herrera since they first met.

Those stayed the same.

Herrera couldn't help it but blink, smitten by stark contrast between her striking aesthetic and what's left of her wounds.

But most of all he felt a strange kind of relief flooding through his veins.

Like some of the hopes he didn't know he had up until that very moment had been fulfilled.

He didn't realize he had spoken out loud until Ashley scoffed, flashing a half grin : "Hi Chief….Do you remember me?"

They both knew it was a rhetoric question.

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Digital art version that I'm not entirely happy about how it did work out in the end but....oh well.

Working on the first pencil version in a old fashion way

AND FINALLY LET'S TAG some REAL PEOPLE here (NP)

Show me what you got and have a drink too 🍸 🍹 🍷 🍹

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[ashleyknoxtrilogy]

MIXED FRIED mode ON🦐🦐🦐🦐

(chronically randomly late WRITING SHARE)

Thank you for the tag to : @the-golden-comet for Seven-ish Sentence Sunday AND Nine Lines, Nine People Tag ,

@wyked-original-writing with Seven Sentence Sunday Monday , any day now

AND @willtheweaver for First/ Last line tag

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I don't know what I'm doing anymore but fuck it we ball 💀

Re-edit snippet from draft zero chapter two The scarred angel

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"You're overthinking, you should try to live a little" 

Or the power to send frustration and anger feelings inside her skyrocketing but not untangle her from those ropes.

Amy's also aware that her craving for blending in and possibly disappear completely will definitely turn to be a problem if she's to stick within this line of work.

A couple of day before taking her leave she decides to make a last stop at the police headquarters before heading to her hotel.

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Fuck it, we ball with a drink 🍻☕🍷☕ 🍹🍻

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[gioia-writes-and-others]

Nine Lines Nine People

Tagged by @wintersennwritings and doing it ON TIME!, for once 💪

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9 lines from BOOK 2 of my Ashley Knox Trilogy (Draft ZERO, temporary title "Strolling in hell")

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"They had to leave because the civil war - La Violencia - . In the ruckus they got separated and lost each other…." He dragged from his cigarette : "After that, she never found him again." "Later on, when her and grandpa met, he was the willingly or unwillingly single father of a year old daughter whom mother had left. In a way, she was adopted too."

Ashley's eyes had widened in surprise for the second time: "She wasn't his but he did take care of her anyway ?" Of course Ashley was well aware of such a thing being entirely possible, in another world. Still it did bite. And, of course, she bottled up the bad feeling right away. Jamie nodded : "History was repeating itself, I guess, and Abuela decided to stick around."

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Nine Lines Nine People

Tagged by @sarahlizziewrites for this one. As per usual, I'm working on multiple WIPs at a time, so screw it: since this was late, have 18 lines from two different WIPs.

From Late Night in Hollyfield

Daniel took a deep breath, feeling the cold night air fill his lungs: the sharp smells of the city came with it, along with the traces of old blood. Too old to be from the murder scene.

His sense of hearing was just as acute as his sense of smell, every night sound playing sharply in his ears as he passed through quiet streets and darkened neighborhoods.

The sounds of a keyboard typing, a set of footsteps pacing across worn floorboards, the muffled laughter of an old sitcom playing on a television. Nothing useful.

Scents of old and new sweat, spilled beer, and rancid urine wafted from Quentin's, the neon still warm after being switched off for the night, a faint humming vibrating through the coils as it cooled. No one was inside, but something stood out to Daniel, something that made him hurry to the side of the bar, creeping through the shadows. Beneath the normal stenches of any sort of public drinking spot, the rusty odor of fresh blood wafted in the air, guiding him towards its source.

Behind the bar, only just hidden behind some overgrown bushes, was a fresh pool of crimson, spreading across the pavement.

From Whisper in The Attic

While I was sorting through a bedroom filled with mirrors and watercolors of fields, something thudded heavily above me: the house had an attic, a big one, and the noise had sounded an awful lot like a footstep. No one was supposed to be there, and Grandma was dead… footsteps in the attic was one of the worst things you could hear in an empty house when you're in it alone. "Fuck this," I muttered, slowly getting to my feet. I wasn't going to stick around and find out who was screwing around up there. With all of Grandma's collections laying about, the chances of something being valuable enough to entice a robber was likely. Another thud, and what sounded like… music? Someone broke into an old house in the woods just to play music? More footsteps, this time sounding like two or three people all at once, a rhythmic sound like they trespassers were line dancing up there. The music played on, sounding like some sort of flute mixed with a low voice singing in a throaty rasp that made the skin on the back of my neck crawl.

Tagging @winglesswriter @gioia-writes-and-others @aintgonnatakethis @lordkingsmith @sleepyowlwrites @nightmaricwriter @sywritesstuff @phantomfemmes @onravenshill

[bisexualprotagonist]

Missing Javier Garcia so much on a random Thursday evening