So that panic proposal...
Instead of Allani refusing him and running off, what if she ripped into him with a counter monologue? Is that a thing?
I doodled a few ideas of what she'd say instead of sleeping at 4am, and I had a ton of fun letting it roll off the pencil so I might draw out Narinder's monologue as well
Girl actually said "I wouldn't marry you EVER" then goes "well actually I would but"
And let's be honest, Narinder would absolutely simp for her
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Sorry but Thra'lani (as a platonic and a romantic ship, tbh) has taken over my entire brain right now. They are sOoOooo- ahkajsjjdjssksjirjdjjrjsjfw.
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Never underestimate your younger sibling
Especially since she's friends with the undead
"Girlspleasei'msorryididn'tmeantoscareyouthatmuchohmysweetbabycornpleaseopenup!"
"Molly leave us alone for a while"
"Can I at least still get a good night kiss?"
Original: [here]
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For a prompt I’d love to see what you come up with based on Okkervil rivers song Lost Coastlines
She couldn't say what had caused the ripples playing out across the surface of the lake, but by the time they reached the shore and the water went still again, she'd started to suspect she should've. Something itched in the back of her mind - the very back, a place she seldom went for reasons she couldn't quite remember - and the longer she scratched at it, the more it hurt, so in the end she let it go.
If it was important, it would come back; if it wasn't, it would stay gone, stay sleeping in its bed of silt at the bottom of Toluca, stay bound and buckled in the lake's embrace.
There was that itch again, the one that said she ought to know more than she did, and she frowned against it, rubbing the feeling back into her arms as she leaned against the guardrail and watched the fog pull back from the water. It was only then that she realized her clothes were soaked through and the wooden walkway beneath her feet had swollen, suggesting she'd only just pulled herself out, that the ripples she'd seen...
Maria breathed in the smell of pine sap and rain and decided she didn't need to remember - some things, she knew, were better left where no one could find them.
six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!
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God, I hope I manage to get people reading this fic even a HUNDREDTH as invested in this character and the family I completely invented out of whole cloth for him who have been living rent-free in my head for like two years now and steadfastly refused to make a story work until now, because I needed to get a good bit out of my head before I went to sleep, made myself cry because I cry ABSURDLY easily, and now it’s like four hours later and I need to actually get to FUCKING BED ALREADY but words keep coming, my fic is too sad, and I use a CPAP that already finds my face shape tricky and don’t want to combine that with my messy crying.
I’m just saying, it’s not fair I inflict this on myself while WRITING it. Rereading it later, sure, I’m fine with that, but writing it? What am I doing, using these characters as an outlet for emotional catharsis? Gross. Inefficient. I can’t keep writing when I need to routinely stop and wipe my eyes.
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