Uh. So. Hi. I promise I'm not dead out here.
Life has been chaotic and my brain hasn't been interested in doing anything I want it to lately.
But. We're trying here. On the bright side, my classroom is immaculate and ready for the new school year to start this week.
Anyways.
Thank you so much to every single one of you that have continued tagging me 😭 It means the world to still be included in everyone's Six Sentence Sunday and WIP Wednesday Posts -
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You are all amazing. And I'm sure there are names I've missed, but I only went back three weeks, haha.
Now, enough babbling from me. Here's what you're all here for - a variety of 6 sentences from some of my projects that are rotting my brain.
Eirly's (a COBB project with @artsyunderstudy & @shrekgogurt)
He’s alive.
Everything I’ve done. Every line I’ve crossed.
It was all worth it.
Now if only he’d put down the bloody sword and help me out of this infernal trap.
“Snow?” I call out to him.
Aster & Narcissus (a COBB project with @ivelovedhimthroughworse)
Still, there’s too much power nestled in his hand. I could sense it when we tumbled down the hill. It was like having a sparking ember crash into my chest. He was so warm in my arms as I grabbed onto him in the fall. And when I offered him my hand, I felt that power even more concentrated. Mixed with a feeling of unbridled urgency.
Infinity in Your Chest Pocket
Why is this slowly starting to feel like a date?
It’s not. I know it’s not. But I still can’t stop my mind from wandering down a path where it is.
As soon as Vera has left the room, I’m rushing to put my violin away and fish my phone from my jeans pocket. There’s no way I’m going to be able to handle being alone with Snow for an entire afternoon - watching him try on clothes and eating food with him.
An Untitled Project
"[redacted]," I plead. I beg. I've never been more desperate as I am in this moment. My heart has lodged its way into my throat. If [redacted] doesn't breathe, then neither will I. I'll choke on my own heart right here before I leave him.
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I'm Sorry
The cold metal held against their head sends shivers down their spine. They try their best to squash down their body’s natural response to the situation. Despite that they find their body shaking roughly as they kneel on the damp concrete floor. The shadows that envelope the rest of the room swirl around the single light swinging from the ceiling. Their mind races at the possibilities hidden in those dark corners. From torture tools to monsters. But really the freezing promise shoved on their skull trumps all other worries. They feel a sob crawl up their throat despite their best efforts.
“Hero,” the looming presence behind them shushes them.
The Hero clenches their eyes shut, a silent sob wracking their body. This was how their life is to end? What about the blaze of glory promised to them?
They flinch heavily as they feel cold fingers wrap around the nape of their neck. They whimper as the presence slowly runs their fingers through their hair.
“It’s okay, Hero. It will all be okay.”
Hero chokes in disbelief.
As the presence, the villain, continues their soft, reassuring touches the hero feels worse and worse. They feel their small amount of remaining resolve cracking. Their will to live overpowering their will to stay strong, to embody the hero they show the public. They slump onto their knees.
“Please,” they beg softly.
“I’m sorry,” is all they get in response.
And as they sob quietly, they feel the villain remove their hand from their hair.
“I’m sorry.”
The loudest explosion they have ever heard rings through their ears before sharp and quick pain sears through their skull.
Then.
Nothing.
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I'm painting a mural rn, so maybe shooting star mural? Idk it's 11 pm 💀
Or library, studying/researching/reading together? Maybe they're even reading demon slayer hahaha I need to SLEEP
hehe modern basilmilo :p
I LOVE IT.
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Library date
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Basil and Milo are at the library studying right now.
He’s helping her with some math she didn’t really understand very well and Sanemi just yelled at her for not understanding.
“Did that help? Do you get it now?” Basil asked softly, he’s gently rubbing his thumb over Milo’s knuckles.
She nods and smiles softly at him. “Yes, thank you Basil.”
He nods and leans over to press a gentle kiss to her temple.
“Of course my love..” He said softly.
“Do you wanna look at the books?” Milo asks with a smile.
Basil smiles and happily goes with Milo to look at the books.
Milo finds something in the manga section, Demon Slayer.
“Hey love! That looks like Tanjiro doesn’t it?” She shows him the cover and he gently takes the book to get a better look.
“It does! That’s really weird not gonna lie.” He flips through the book and finds a girl that looks like Milo.
Basil’s eyes widen and he shows the character to Milo. “And this character looks like you!”
Milo gasps softly. “This is weird..! Do you think there’s one that looks like you..?” She curiously flips through the pages and finds one that looks like Basil.
She quickly shows it to him and his eyes narrow curiously.
“This is so weird.”
“Agreed..”
~the end~
I hope you liked this! I’m so sorry it took so long!😭
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Every now and then I get a notification from ao3 that someone kudosed my fic and I’m just sitting there suddenly ‘OH SHOOT- IM A WRITER- I NEED TO UPDATE-‘
then I go back to scrolling on tumblr like my sins don’t exist
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So my friend used AI writing in the beginning of her story (keeping it) to get ideas in creative writing club, I’m actually upset. She should know better that’s it’s not fucking okay. I can’t find any motivation and the fact that people put no effort into this shit and do it in 30 seconds is fucking disgusting.
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I just wanted to take some notes about the next chapter of Lupus in Fabula and accidentally finished my outline for the whole story from start to finish while listening to illicit affairs for two hours on loop.
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something about the loop of "i want to write" -> "but i REALLY need to study for finals rn" -> "i really dont want to study anymore" -> "i feel stuck" -> "i should do something creative" -> "i should do something that makes me happy" -> "writing makes me happy" -> "i want to write" -> and so on and so on and so on and so on
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Gosh, having online classes in the afternoon is such a weird thing, on one hand nice, 'cause I have so much time before them, but on the other I DO have so much time, even if some of it will go to cooking dinner, so I Could just go and do some chill gaming like I want to, but instead my brain is constantly checking the time until the class and making it impossible to do anything else but idle away waiting like... c'mon...
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