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trouvailleamor · 8 months

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Next, they renovate a room for Regulus. Sirius has the idea of choosing the Red Room for Regulus, since it's the last place they saw him, but the room itself seems to have disappeared out of thin air.

Remus decides not to think too hard about that, and Sirius follows suit.

from the next chapter of The ghosts we both see

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ckret2 · 7 months

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One of the things that came with immortality—mature, cosmic-scale immortality, not baby immortality like you found in vampires with a few measly centuries under their belts—was an expertise at meditation.

And it had nothing to do with being particularly wise, or serene, or enlightened (although Bill would argue he himself happened to be all those things). Even the most rambunctious, cantankerous, petty, spiteful, impatient, silly immortal in the multiverse could drop into a thoughtless trance deeper than the Mariana Trench with nothing but five seconds' notice that he had some time to kill and there was nothing interesting on TV.

Most mortals struggled with this idea, the same way fish struggled to understand how it was so easy for land mammals to hold their breath underwater. They didn't understand that it was a necessary survival skill.

Some millennia were boring. "You've had every conversation you can imagine with every person you know, you won't see a fresh planet for an eon, you're floating in the void of space, and your only company is the glitter thrown off of dead stars" boring. So boring the only way to get through them was by holding your breath until they were over. And in those times, the only way to endure the soul-crushing mind-shredding suicide-inducing boredom of those long, slow, dull millennia was knowing how to productively dissociate for the next five thousand years without so much as needing a snack break.

Bill was very old. Bill was very good at meditating.

It wasn't doing him a bit of good.

#(y'know what if I'm gonna talk in the tags about my headcanons on Bill Dissociating As A Survival Skill: here. excerpt from next chapter.)#gravity falls #bill cipher #about my writing #bill goldilocks cipher

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faynthearted · 5 months

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There were still days when He Tian would be wearing the same outfit from the day before, smelling of stale sweat and cigarettes, and sometimes there’d be telltale bruising under his eyes. He’d stop responding to Jian Yi’s antics in the group chat and he’d hesitate when Guan Shan would ask him what he had for lunch or dinner.

Guan Shan wasn’t blind to the way they’d tiptoe around each other during those moments. Their interactions were far from the hostility in the bathroom, but not quite the vulnerability of inebriation and broken glass. But with new beginnings, they found a compromise. Guan Shan didn’t push and He Tian didn’t pretend and they made do with what they had: food and fresh air and chamomile tea — the last of which helps with sleep, according to Guan Shan’s mother.

And He Tian said he wasn’t much of a tea person but he didn’t complain whenever Guan Shan offered to make it for him, bringing the kettle to a boil and measuring out the loose leaves to steep as He Tian watched from the barstool. The first time he made it, Guan Shan had still been in uniform. He Tian was quiet until Guan Shan asked why, and He Tian said he looked proper as he poured the hot water. Said his hands looked practiced and pretty and, ultimately, distracting. Guan Shan couldn’t convince himself to ever do it in uniform again.

#19 days #tianshan #my writing #an excerpt from the next desecration chapter as an apology for the wait… 😔#i’m going to work on it all night tonight!

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 7 months

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Lonancore <3

Lonan doesn’t know where he’ll end up. Next to his father in heaven, bound to himself in hell. But as he weaves out of the pew the light outside is honeying and the robins hop foot to foot on the strip of grass across the street and he’s walking out the church’s doors and into the balmy evening as the priest talks about forgiveness, eternal life, giving alms, children, and at least for now, at least by his own hand, he chooses exactly where to go.

Lonan moodboard because we love a guy whose favourite emojis would be 💕💀🫀

#a text from Lonan with the double pink hearts would heal me #ANYWAY THE AESTHETICS !!!#THE COMBO OF CATHOLIC ICONOGRAPHY GRIT AND PINK MATTERS SMMMM #I used to only make Lonan aesthetics with red but they never hit UNTIL THE PINK so it’s perf that’s his colour #I sent this to my sister & she said it felt like him so!!!!#the baby blue too like all pastels are lonancore #also that excerpt means everything to me lollllll I’ll talk about it in the hallowed bodies updated #WHICHHH I’m thinking I’ll #do several of instead of just 1 so I can do little episodes that cover a couple chapters #HARRISON NEXT!!

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breadandblankets · 7 months

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a great, dark, soft thing

BreadAndBlankets

Summary:

Just this morning, his mom moved from the coffee machine to the fridge to grab the milk to put it in her coffee in agonizing slow motion as each frame of her raced to catch up with the next. Duke, absently, wonders if he should see a doctor. - Or, some idiot explodes, Duke's powers come with some downsides, and Elaine is a great mom

#duke thomas #elaine thomas #batfam #dc #batman #bread talk #my fic #calamity jason au #this is just an excerpt from the next chapter pulled out for the duke stans out there #featuring!! disabled duke!!!!#man gets one hell of a migraine #sorry bby #jason in the background exploding for the third time lmao

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strangerays · 1 year

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novel introduction: Nothing in Particular and Everything

[image ID: A girl in a yellow rain jacket stands over a cliff face with her arms outstretched. Blue waves twist below. Greenery hangs over the cliffs.]

[text ID under the cut!]

started: February 2021

stage: 3rd draft

pov: first person, past tense

tags: #nip: inspo, #nothing in particular and everything

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@words-after-midnight @thesorcerersapprentice

[text ID: There is a cliff at the edge of Point Blink where kids twist into the air and throw dust to the vortexing waves; they shoot past eroded caves filled with old bird nests that fly up like slots in a mausoleum. A lighthouse with a jammed bell leers over the expanse of heat lightning reflections. Metal gargles against stone in storm weather, warning us all of childish dares. I was a lighthouse: lived in by sailors, travelers, and strangers; pale stone tall and strong against a maelstrom of salt and rock. Moon shells speckled my base, crushed or buried. Clouds passed over the moon, and I opened my eye to cast sickly yellow light over the waves as they smoothed the footprints of my friends, and of Dad, and of me. Point Blink has stood for decades, but I will stand alone for many more, flickering against all the stars, waiting for those I love to return to harbor.]

Synopsis -

Ever since her best friend left Point Blink, Ray hasn’t felt the same. Now that Lonan is away at college, her friend group feels more distant than ever. Ray struggles to hold them together.

Photography is Ray’s passion. Memories with her friends have helped her create cover her bedroom walls. It’s her senior year, as well as the last school photography club trip she’ll ever be a part of. When Ray is paired with new girl Jude - who is determined to find her own way in Point Blink - they stumble on an abandoned fire tower in the forest. As the girls explore its mysterious contents, an act of arson threatens their lives.

Over the course of the winter, the girls spend afternoons in a dark room and build a profile for the arsonist – as well as a strong friendship. But as they delve deeper into Point Blink’s history, secrets surface within Ray too. Her mental health starts to decline, as well as her obsession with resolving her friendships. If she is ever to resolve the world she loves, she must care for herself.

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[text ID: I was a firm believer that the best art is created when the artist is lonely, angry, or depressed. The summer my best friend caught his train out of Point Blink, I was surprised to find that I became none of these things. We buried a time capsule beneath Sugarfell’s soaring pines and painted his bedroom walls a calm cerulean. We snuck out of house at nighttime to swim and went on a road trip to see our favorite band in concert. All my most colorful memories in Point Blink were unplanned in the beginning.]

[text ID: As it is, Lonan has always been a year older and a grade ahead of me. As I entered my senior year of high school, he entered his freshman year of college. It felt like we were miles apart. It felt like he was going to disappear. Together, we stared across the pink beach. A piper toothed the drowned shore for beetles. Primordial fire reeds combed rays of golden sun to fine sparkles. Lonan never left the shore, just blinked slowly while pockets of young horseshoe crabs chased each other into a swirl of murky blue. I could never resist the water. Often I spread my arms wide, walked barefoot along the rock wall trailing away from the beach into the water. Lonan only watched me from the sand – smaller and smaller and smaller. Now I tried to focus on the melodic thrill of the waves, but a cold headache was starting in my forehead. Sometimes I think that if I didn’t put so much effort into my friendships, I might not be so angry all the time.]

[text ID: I knew Lonan would never give up, because he was a rebel and I was quiet. He was my focal point. Point Blink a gauge built on magenta sea glass – and I had a third eye, primal in the growing.]

[text ID: The truth was this: time was fiction to me. When I lifted my camera up, saw the world as more beautiful than it was, made it mine for just a moment in time – the trees richer, the waves more childlike in their frothing – none of it stayed the same. When birds called my name over the burst of a wave onto the cliffs. When storms send shadows to dance across the bluff faces. My most purple imagination couldn’t convince me everything was going to be okay – my best friend was gone. All of these falling pieces of my world were stark reminders that Lonan Herrings was gone for what seemed like an indefinite time. Because once people find what they want, they never stop chasing it.I tried to hold a moment forever, but time isn’t fiction – it’s an hourglass. Lately, my life had felt more like a rusted compass with a broken face.]

[text ID: Where the familiar world of oaks met the dusty clearing, a graffitied entrance sign barely hid a girl. Had it not been for the bright blue hat she wore with the number twelve stitched on front, I might have missed her altogether. She closed her eyes and tilted her face up to the sun. Her lips curved to a satisfied grin as the sun highlighted her round cheeks a smooth sienna. She seemed truly content and stayed that way – forgot about the rest of us, even me.]

[text ID: I suppose – in many ways – I didn’t talk to anyone about Lonan. Not about school, either. About my friends, about the headaches I kept getting every night, about how I’d lost my appetite completely last week.

“My best friend and I used to come down here a lot.”

Jude’s smile was small. “When was the last time.”

“He’s away for college right now.”

Her smile fell. “Oh. That’s why you didn’t want me to tag along with you.”

I swallowed.

“That’s why you wanted to come down here on your own, isn’t it?”

Her arm brushed mine and it was so warm. It reminded me of the safe feeling I got whenever Florian hugged me.

A breeze trickled through the trees we’d come from and cascaded faint sparkles across the water, feathered the waves away from the shore. Briefly, the gray clouds pulled apart the fog, and pale sunlight touched Jude’s cheeks, drawing a smile from her lips. It seemed that, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find something to love. It made me jealous.

Her eyes were closed. “At least you can still watch the sun rise.”]

[text ID: Point Blink was like a sponge – it inhaled and exhaled water. Soaked up all rain and laughter, cursing and screaming. Rotting at the core. Sometimes I imagined Sugarfell might drink up all of that water, fold over itself like a map, and all those memories would surface from the ground with new bodies. Hands, the sort that I dreamed of appearing from underneath my bed. The hands of something that is supposed to be forgotten. Point Blink rarely exhaled. It just held its breath. Jude wasn’t afraid of Point Blink. She wasn’t afraid to live in a place where the people slogged from shore to shore, sunburned and bored. She wasn’t afraid to be alone in a place where the other kids grew up without her. She wasn’t afraid to sing as she walked up the beach and into the trees.

[text ID: “Are you crying?” he asked.

I hugged myself tight. “No.”

Lonan wasn’t totally convinced, because he tilted his head and stared at me with his green-blue eyes for a long time. “You were about to.”

Lonan leaned into my shoulder. For a moment, I thought he might have been crying since he was the sort of person who cried whenever other people cried. Sometimes I think he is the rarest type of person in the world. I wished I could feel everything the way he did.

But he wasn’t crying – he was just resting against me. He was never going to be taller than me, so his head fit onto my shoulder perfectly. He could stay there for all of eternity if he wanted to.

And suddenly, all that darkness and thick air didn’t hang so heavy over me.]

[text ID: Lonan came to me all at once: we were dissolved into black. I tried running to the opposite side of the fire tower, but then there was no ground beneath me. We must not have been that far up, because it didn’t take long for the rest of the tower to collapse beneath us. There was something soft underneath me – my bag or Jude’s arm. I could not see the sky – then light exploded from the veil we were trapped in. Jude’s hand found mine. She was shouting. I couldn’t tell what she was saying. I dragged myself through the grass, now pasty with smoke, infiltrating my throat, my eyes, my head – everything. It softened the world, made it easier to forget, but no easier to breathe. Jude screamed – a sound I never should have heard – and it brought hot tears to my eyes. Distantly, someone else screamed. It might have been me, but I wasn’t sure. Sirens wailed somewhere. We never heard many of them in Point Blink. I smelled of salt and smoke. What a fool I’d been to believe it possible I could carry on without my best friends, and what a fool Jude had been to think she could replace them.]

If you’re all the way down here, thanks for reading! I sometimes post snippets from the book as I write under the tag #nothing in particular and everything

#i have so much love left for this story but not the time to write it #updates probably won't happen too often #but i want to start posting more smaller snippets from time to time!#i love these characters a lot and i want to finish this third draft #it's just such a comfort #<3 #ray and lonan's friendship is so SOFT #agh #maybe ill post some more excerpts from their chapters next!!#my writing #nothing in particular and everything #creative writing #original story #writing #author

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magic-is-something-we-create · 1 month

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problem: i have. no idea when the last time i caught up with tags was. and i was not planning on doing that Today.

i apologize deeply if you tagged me in something you really wanted me to see and i havent seen it yet - PLEASE tag me in it again/send it over DMs if that's the case because there's so much in my notifs its Overwhelming to go through </3

#braindumps.txt #ive queued all the games from the last few weeks I THINK.#and a bunch of excerpts and chapter posts #ill complete a bulk hu7u/last line tag thing #and maybe one or two of the find-the-words #this afternoon for sure #but past that i will simply try to stay on top of things for the next little while <3

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trouvailleamor · 2 years

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“Ah, I see,” the man says, the wrinkles on his forehead deepening as he purses his lips. “I see what you’ve done, Sirius Black. I see why you’ve come back here.”

“You don’t,” Sirius says, and he steps in front of Remus. Remus doesn’t like the feeling that takes hold in his stomach. He wants to leave, he wants more than anything to take Sirius far away from this place.

“No?” Kreacher says, and he leans his back against the brick. “Then, tell me. Why are you here?”

“Regulus,” Sirius says, and for the first time, Remus sees something akin to emotion flash across the old butler’s face. “I’m here for Regulus.”

“Regulus is dead,” Kreacher says. “I’m sure even you are aware of that fact.”

sneak peek from The ghosts we both see

#excerpt from the next chapter #the ghosts we both see #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fanfic #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #regulus black #kreacher #raising harry wolfstar #wolfstar raising harry #theghostswebothsee #tgwbs

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not-poignant · 6 months

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So many excerpts! *rolls around happily*

SO MANY :D

It'll slow down, but the start of the month always tends to be strong for me in general, and it always is during NaNoWriMo.

What I'm super happy about is that it's looking like I'll be able to write more Palmarosa this month after all, which I wasn't sure of initially! It's not on my official list of things to do but I'm going to smash through the official list soon. :D

#asks and answers #i've kind of loved sharing the excerpts #it's fun kind of looking through #and thinking of what people might want to see most #right now i'm just sharing excerpts for things that i'm either #actively working on - on the day #or it's something for the chapter coming the next day #i've just finished my block of The Nascent Diplomat #from tomorrow it's a 2-3 days of A Stain that Won't Dissolve :D #administrator gwyn wants this in the queue

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elytrafemme · 1 year

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and even now i want to say cough syrup isn’t over! it’s not done! you would have to pry this fanfiction from my dead body i’m telling nobody the ending, you aren’t getting this half finished, because if there’s one thing i know about myself it’s the fact that i would rather die than leave this unfinished. but at this point, who am i fighting against? who cares? it’s just a fanfiction, it doesn’t matter. i tell people it’s over, they say it’s over and forgive me. i tell people it’s coming back, they say that it’s coming back and forgive me. i can’t make decisions and i can’t let this fic go but i just want to exorcize it out of my body but that’s never going to happen because i don’t trust anyone with it, i don’t trust anyone with a half finished story, you need to know the ending but i don’t want the ending anymore, and i wish i was angrier but i’m already so angry at everyone who can pour their hearts into something and not know that by the end of it they’re going to crack into pieces.

#nightmare.cough-syrup #how do you create? how do you do all this shit?#what is it that you're doing that i fucking couldn't #i used to be a writer that mattered the things i wrote used to matter #it STILL matters because people CREATE for it this is about more than just ME #but i don't understand how you all take this so lightly #i don't get it. you make your creations and they get big #and you get sentimental but you heal but i'm never going to recover from this #and i can literally hear my friends voices going mare you have to calm down #people i voice called ABOUT this fic telling me mare shut the fuck up #and i WANT to but i don't KNOW what i'm DOING #i don't know what i did wrong #i don't want to be a writer anymore #i don't want to fucking create anymore #you know fucking what. have an excerpt of the next chapter!#who fucking cares!

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umbracirrus · 7 months

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Chapter 13 of The Perfect Storm is posted! A somewhat shorter chapter, but an important one!

Fic rating: E (for future sexual content)

Chapter description: When Elyse is informed of the contents of Ulfric's previous letter to Balgruuf, she has the arduous task of going through letters sent to herself to uncover any hidden motives.

Chapter excerpt:

“That… That’s weird, there is one letter here which isn’t from the Jarl of Windhelm. Perhaps it got mixed up in here by mistake,” she stated as she picked up one of the envelopes. Elyse dropped the paper in her hands, open to looking at anything which wasn’t an attempt to manipulate her into thinking that she needed to join Ulfric and share in his politics. Lydia had opened the envelope by the time that her attention was fully on her, and the first thing which she noticed was the housecarl’s face draining of colour.

“Who is it from? What does it-“

“Ulfric isn’t the only one trying to get you on their side,” she whispered, eyes flicking from side to side as she skimmed through its contents. “It’s from the Empire.” She turned the paper around, as the message spilled over the first side of the page. “But not from their General. It is signed by a ‘Legate Rikke’.”

#meg has done some writing #dragonborn oc elyse #skyrim fanfiction #balgruuf x dragonborn #tbh this chapter has been done for a few days - since before i fell ill - but i just keep going back and changing one or two words #so decided that i would just post it now because fuck it and i'll just keep procrastinating if i don't #and mentally it will let me start working on the next chapter #because even though i have a few future excerpts written because i want them set in stone before the plot diverges from the ideas #i have a preference for writing things in chapter/(maybe) chronological order

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