#my excerpts

[pluralbyler]

unnamed byler fic

and if i said i was trying something?

#byler #mike wheeler #spicy byler #will byers #stranger things #my fics #my excerpts #don't mind my notes app font being minecraft i promise it'll be hot

[mjjune]

You asked for it! The famous "fuck me" scene! As commissioned by @tanimil! Full text version and commission under the cut

avof | mj june | ch 4: save your fights for fight club affectionately known as: the fuck me scene

word count: 850 content: steamy fade to black, blood/injury, vulgar language, dementia & memory loss

Tossing the wolf inside, Helio thuds against the desk, and Danny shuts the door. Now the music is gone, even to Danny’s ears, for he had his office soundproofed by vampires. It leaves near-silence between them, with only the sound of Helio’s haggard breaths and blood pumping through his mortal body.

Helio hasn’t bothered to wipe away the blood leaking from his lip, so it drips past his chin and slides down his neck. His brown eyes glow gold with wolf inside him. “Asshole!”

“You can’t fight in my club,” he says. “Save it for the Underground. Do you know how many humans are out there? What if one of you had shifted?”

Helio scoffs. “That wouldn’t happen.”

Danny agrees with him. If he’s about to be promoted, he certainly wouldn’t lose control over a snide insult. “Maybe not you, but what about that asshole?”

“He had it coming.”

“Because he talked bad about your pack? Grow up.” Danny feels the reluctance in his chest as he speaks. He’s only twenty-five, a toddler in purebred years.

“I don’t give a shit what he says about my pack. We’ve been going at it for years.”

Danny hesitates before laughing with antipathy. “Over a joke, then?” “It’s not a fucking joke,” Helio shoves Danny with all his might, which sends him lightly into the wall. “You wouldn’t understand. You live forever and you don’t have to worry about forgetting anything.”

Danny grows silent, realizing that when the asshole had said, “your Alpha had to step down because she couldn’t fucking remember how to shift anymore,” he’d meant it literally. That is not a joke, but it doesn’t excuse throwing someone across his club.

No, Danny doesn’t understand what it’s like to forget. He remembers every waking moment of his unending night.

Danny grabs Helio and spins them around, so now he pins the werewolf. He can’t help the sarcasm in his tone, “No, you’re right. I wouldn’t understand. I remember everything. Five thousand years of suffering that can never end. Aren’t I lucky?”

Helio’s eyes widen, any last glimpse of fury gone, leaving only shock in his brown eyes. His torn tank top strap hangs, leaving his right shoulder bare. The blood trickling down his neck begins to dry. Danny glares into his eyes, but the werewolf’s gaze drifts lower.

To Danny’s lips.

With a swift movement, Helio yanks him closer, leaning his head down to close the gap and plant his mouth onto his.

This is exactly what Danny was afraid would happen. If the Order doesn’t want him to do this, he should pull away. He should ban Helio from his club for starting a fight. Maybe he should even pick up and move somewhere else to avoid the inevitable supernatural dilemma. But he tastes the fresh blood from Helio’s lip, and it’s much sweeter than it smells. He’s kissing a werewolf—something he has never experienced, despite his years. He doesn’t want to stop.

Knowing it’ll piss off the Order just makes him want to do it more. He presses himself against Helio, hip points digging into each other. He runs his tongue along the inside of Helio’s lip, finding the bleeding cut, letting another few drops of blood flow across his tongue. The werewolf’s breaths shake, too erratic for him to tell if its nerves or excitement.

He moves away from Helio’s mouth and follows the trail of blood, kissing it off of his chin, his jaw. Arteries pump emphatically just under the skin, and Danny can sense Helio’s hair stand up and his breath catch in his throat as he moves down to his neck.

Something hard emerges against his hips as his tongue reaches the crevice where throat meets clavicle, licking away the last of the blood.

“Shit…” Helio hisses.

All the logic in Danny’s head tells him to stop; that he should listen to the Order; that he shouldn’t create enemies of an entire pack. But his hand doesn’t listen as it travels down Helio’s smooth chest and into his pants.

Helio’s body tenses and his harsh fingers coil around the collar of Danny’s blouse. For a moment, his eyes are a hot glare, as if to say how dare you? He means to push the vampire away, tell him to stop, curse him to hell, maybe even punch him. But just like Danny, he loses his inner debate. His weight gives in to the wall, allowing Danny’s hand to move deeper. Gentle lips back in the crook of his neck, Helio releases a low moan.

After a few long moments, hickey already forming, Helio speaks, breath tight and caught in his chest. “Fuck me."

Danny pulls away from his collarbone, curiosity twinkling in his eyes. He rises onto his toes so that their noses brush softly and he can taste Helio’s unsteady breaths against his mouth. The vampire’s hand, still deep in Helio’s pants, slows its movements and his voice resonates with smooth velvet once more.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Helio, biting his lip to stifle another moan, says again, “Fuck me."

AVOF TAGLIST: (message or comment below to be +/-) @aritany @artbyeloquent @bebewrites @ceph-the-ghost-writer @cljordan-imperium @elijahrichardwrites @eventideintrigue @faithfire-writes @flowerprose @garthcelyn @ghafasinej @jezifster @knosium @isabellebissonrouthier @lexiklecksi @little-mouse-gardens @malimaywrite @marrowwife @mr-writes @sarahlizziewrites @sm-writes-chaos @thyroidhormones @tracle0 @vacantgodling @void-botanist @vollzz @wildswrites @wip-nook

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[findinghomes]

No how it ends for February so here’s part of a scene instead :)

#almost 9k!!! #still needs so much editing though because I’m not sure how I feel about parts :/ but I like this scene #how it ends #chapter 7 #my excerpts

[tabswrites]

Heads Up 7 Up

Tagged again recently by @macabremoons here! Thank you :)

Here are a few lines from my new secret side project:

Rowena stared down at her shaking hands. The delicate brown skin of her wrists had been rubbed raw by the cuffs that linked them, and the fresh blood blended seamlessly with the crimson scales that began at her elbows and crept up both sides of her neck. Her hands, with their rough and cracked skin, bore the evidence of her mother’s rage.

Tagging: @sarahlizziewrites @elshells @squarebracket-trick @the-down-upside-finch I don’t know who else to tag anymore so I’ll leave this open!

#heads up 7 up #tag games #my excerpts

[incorrect-web-novels]

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, Chapter 22

Rgdhjdjdjd why are we hentai tentacle m-pregging this man

#not a quote #orv #excerpts #orv excerpts #han myungoh #suggestive language #tentacles #uh do I tag this as ovi? #my excerpts #mpreg #pregnancy mention #web reads orv

[mikaharuka]

Last Line/7 Up Tag

I got tagged by a few people - @mrsmungus @tsunderewatermelon, @oceangirl24, @danceswithdarkspawn, and likely others I'm missing. Something like 10 tines, so it all works out.

Today, I have something from "Ardour of the Series", specifically the Bride entry. This is the Kinktober series I started working on this far in advance, in the hopes of hitting all 31 days, so... cool!

This is the raw draft of the opening, so no warnings aside from possible SPAG and styling errors.

<From Ardour of the Bride>

Feeling a rush of blood heat his face, Beau pressed on to the mirror across the room. He had to confirm his suspicions… after all, if he was right… then that person couldn’t be far away.  Not from Beau. Not from… his Bride. At that thought, Beau looked up and looked at the reflection staring back in shock. That strangely beautiful… unusually sensual person was him? No, not just that - there was this otherworldly aura that emanated from his very presence. Violet eyes hidden behind a red and gold veil stared into foreign colored irises, before moving over kiss-swollen lips, down the rest of his body. The warm burgundy and amber tones of the eight-petal Mandala, inked just above his heart greeted him - a familiar sight amidst the foreign surroundings… except, it also had cool indigo dots and deep azure thorns lined along the warm swirls and curves. Evidence of that man, marked onto him.

[No-pressure tags for @tsunderewatermelon @mrsmungus @axolotlsupremacyowo @lena-hills @kayedium-writes @oceangirl24 @hylianjo @udaberriwrites @aislinnstanaka @writingpotato07 @0nelittlebirdtoldme @fattybattysblog @sergeantneko @bleepbloopbotz @sliebman10 @danceswithdarkspawn and the open tag for anyone interested!]

#mizuka's famous last words #mizuka last lines #last line tag #winter light excerpts #my excerpts #my writing #winter light kinktober #ardour of the series #kinktober #bellisle #carlisle x beau

[nailamoonsi]

Antonio and the theme of "blue-blackness"

Antonio Chandrani-Rivera has an important theme of "blue-blackness" and the latest comic's last panel really reminded me of it!

Might center the next comic on that theme.

There's this Bangla song called "Krishnakoli ami tarei boli" and I only recently realized I've listened to it a huge amount of times because of my parents... Now I do not know if it influenced that Antonio Chandrani-Rivera theme, but I think even if I did file it away subconsciously, it's unlikely.

It's partly due to how I wanted Antonio's fantasy-counterpart South Asian side of the family to be ocean mages for many years (Antonio's magic centered on the ocean from the beginning because I was vibin' about it), and from the beginning since my teens I made the fantasy-counterpart Latine side of Antonio's family ~shadow~ mages for the simple reason of being a stereotype Emo Kid in the 2000's.

Over time I really cinched wanting Antonio and Alejandro to be a sun-moon(-and-ocean-and-darkness) pair. Will hopefully be even more obvious soon.

#mywrites #my oc art #my ocs #my worldbuilding #blue horizon #my excerpts

[my-blessed-prince]

My Dream Couple <3

@vsnotresponding @olive-riggzey

Hi guys <333

anyway, here's for some spontaneous excerpt. But it's Verity and Lao asking each other out on a date.

context: Verity is lying that she's being forced to be a servant within her own home, including taking care of Ray. She tells Lao that she's a tutor/nanny that cares for the 'nobleman's son.' Said 'nobleman's son' is really Ray, who at this point has already contacted Lao (read: he knows she's lying). Elanor (my asexual Cinderella queen) has just informed Verity that in six months there will be a ball where all commoners are invited. Verity is low-key fishing to see if Lao knows about this lsdfjklsdfjlksldfj. OH. and Lao works in the royal kitchens under Kai (I think I'm funny)

I will post the actual date at another time!! But I thought this was cute and wanted to share :)

“Go on,” Elanor said, and Verity thought she heard a soft sadness in her voice. The thought left as quickly as it came though, as Verity left Elanor with a bright smile while she bounded towards Lao.

Verity waved fanatically at him, and then not sure it was fitting, lowered her hand. Lao’s head lifted from examining a carrot. The upper corner of his mouth lifted upwards, and he offered a little wave.

Quickening her pace, Verity approached Lao. “Wasn’t sure if I would see you in the marketplace today.”

“Prince Charming is in a mood, and it was all hands on deck,” Lao said. His mouth opened, but then shut again. The butterflies in Verity’s stomach soared, as she waited for him to say what he wanted. “How was your morning?”

Doing her best to hide the disappointment, Verity said “Oh, just the usual. I gave the nobleman’s son his breakfast, cleaned the house a bit, and tutored. I’ve been waiting for the postman to come.”

“Why is that?” Lao asked.

“Well…I always wait for the postman. To see if there’s any good news.”

“Does your family write you?” Lao asked. 

“Uh…um…no like local good news. Events.” Verity twisted her fingers painfully. Maybe this was a bad idea. Lao wouldn’t ask her to the ball. They were servants, and nothing more. Where would they find a dress or suit? They would stick out like sore thumbs. Worse yet, Lao was a servant for the royal family. It was practically insane of Verity to think that he would be admitted the evening off to court a peasant girl.

“Like a royal ball for commoners?” Lao asked with a raised eyebrow.

Verity leaned against the vegetable stand. “I-I hadn’t heard.”

“It’s all the rage in the castle. The postman is probably passed out on the road somewhere. Poor chap.”

“It must be brutal. Working during the feast.”

Lao eyed her, before he said “It’s all hands on deck, but Prince Alexander is trying to see if he can swindle some time for us servants to have fun too.” 

“Th-that’s nice of him,” Verity said. Her cheeks lit on fire, and she barely managed to repress the urge to bury her face in her hands. 

“He’s the better of the brothers, that’s for sure.” Lao said.

Blood filled Verity’s mouth, as she clamped down on her cheek. 

This is so awkward. I should have asked him how his day was or something normal.

“I thought…” Lao trailed off, and Verity curled her toes. 

“Do you want to do something fun together?” Verity blurted out. She clasped her hand against her mouth. “Sorry. That wasn’t proper. You’re at work, and I have a rambunctious boy to tutor–”

Verity looked at anywhere but Lao, her eyes squinting at the bright yellow sun that shone down on them. 

“I was going to ask the same thing, but you beat me to it,” Lao said with a soft laugh. “And what do you mean it’s not proper? I wouldn’t…care about something like that.” 

Verity’s nose crinkled, as she stared into the sun, her eyes watering. “If I asked to court you?”

Lao reached for her hand that was behind her back. Tearing her eyes away free from the blinding sun, she looked into Lao’s amber eyes. Lao’s eyes were as warm as a hearth, and it made Verity realize how cold she felt. A long diminished spark lit in her chest, and it was one that she didn’t want to fade.

Bringing her hand to his lips, Lao gently kissed the top of her cracked hand. “I’d like to court you, and I like it when you’re honest with me.” 

Verity’s throat caught at the last part.

I like it when you’re honest with me.

“I…” Verity’s voice faltered, and Lao squeezed her hand tighter.

“Is there something you want to say?”

“N-no. Just…I’d like to court you too.”

Lao’s fingers only clasped onto hers tighter. “I know of a beautiful spot that we could go to. Unless, you had plans of your own?”

“It just burst out of me. The question.”

“There’s a secret place I go to. If you meet me under the cathedral, I can take you there. It can be a surprise.”

People bustled around the two of them, but Verity hardly noticed. “I…”

I don’t have a dress.

Verity’s eyes flitted to her torn dress. Practically rags with how much scrubbing she did. Relinquishing her hand from Lao, she hugged her arms to her chest. 

Soft lips brushed her cheek. “Come as you are. I like you, Ver.” Verity’s heart hammered against her chest. “Tomorrow under the cathedral at sunset?”

I’ll still have chores.

Instead, she reasonably said with fingernails pinching her skirt. “That’s perfect.” 

“I’ll see you then,” Lao said. “Now, I have a cranky boss to attend to. I really ought to focus on these vegetables or he’ll send another errand boy, who isn’t rumored to speak with beautiful girls in the market.”  

Lao grabbed the carrot he needed, and left Verity standing with a flush so hot upon her cheeks that it put fevers to shame.

From behind her, she heard Elanor’s voice call out. Her friend’s hands grasped her arm. “So what happened?”

She looked to Elanor, who was all happy smiles and giddy laughter. “I need to find a dress before tomorrow, and someone needs to look after the ‘nobleman’s son.’”

“I might have some dresses you can borrow, but it’s a secret.”

Dragging her away, Verity left with Elanor to look over her secret stash of dresses.

#my wip: fairy tale au #my writing #my excerpts

[mxxnlightwriting]

Six Sentence Sunday #1

I was tagged by @a-fox-who-writes! I am very late to do this tag, but here I am!

Rules:

Writers: post (approximately) six sentences from something you’re working on. If you aren’t ready to do that, add six sentences to your WIP.

Readers: challenge yourselves to leave a six sentence comment or give a writer a six sentence prompt (or a total of six sentences for the day).

Fans and creators alike: reblog a fandom post and add some love in the tags. Aim for 6 posts - or 6 tags. Whatever you can manage!

Here is a small passage from Piano Project, the WIP I am currently working on. I haven't introduced it yet, but will hopefully do it soon ✨ This isn't edited and might change in the future!

He played several melodies, sharing some of his thought process behind them. This could work as a duet. This one is a bit heavier, but I think the lyrics should contrast with it. This one feels like a grand finale. This melody could be a part of a climax. He played and played, and Emma was entranced by it all. She didn’t know the context, but her mind was coming up with words, concepts, feelings.

© mxxnlightwriting 2023 All rights reserved. Copying, reposting, translating and/or modifications of my work are strictly prohibited.

I will be tagging (no pressure, only do it if you feel like it) @megarywrites @sabinabardot @maiwritesbooks @crowandmoonwriting @shelovestowritesstuff @briannaswords & anyone else who wants to do this tag!

#tag game #six sentence sunday #tg: six sentence sunday #my writing #writing community #wip excerpt #am writing #wip: piano project #piano project: excerpts #piano project: joshua #piano project: emma #writers on tumblr #writeblr community #writblr #my excerpts #mxxnlightwriting #amwriting #writeblr

[bryndeavour]

A girl leaves home and she's never seen again. So what? Hundreds of girls leave home. Most of them write back to their parents before long - at least as soon as the glamour rubs off and the money has trickled away. Some of them don't come home. Agreed. Some of them never do; and for the lonely waiters die nagging heartache returns with the coming of each new day. No. A few of them never come home... Never. Strange interrupted his gloomy thoughts. "You'll take it on?' 'Look, if Ainley...' 'No. You look!' snapped Strange. 'Ainley was a bloody sight better policeman than you'll ever be. In fact I'm asking you to take on this case precisely because you're not a very good policeman. You're too airy-fairy. You're too... I don't know.'

But Morse knew what he meant. In a way he ought to have been pleased. Perhaps he was pleased.

-- Last Seen Wearing, Colin Dexter

#inspector morse #colin dexter #endeavour morse #jim strange #morseverse #my excerpts #AIRY FAIRY

[kittensartswriting]

NaNo Wrap-Up

I'm a little late I know. NaNo didn't go well (but like has it ever gone well? of course not). I've been feeling the burnout for a long time, but this month it really caught up with me again. I'm still pretty badly burned out, but trying to slowly claw my way out of this hole and finish this semester. I didn't write much more Be All My Sins, just a little bit. Though I did do some worldbuilding. I said before NaNo I might cheat and count worldbuilding into my word count. I actually didn't have the energy to update the official NaNo site towards the end, but I still did write some. The eventual word count is not at all impressive even with worldbuilding thing counted in.

Final word count: 5 552

I said before I would do worldbuilding for Golden Maiden, Silver Bride, and I did, but surprisingly to me at least, I also ended up doing some worldbuilding for Bear Castle Chronicles. I haven't touched that WIP in almost two years now, and I quite suddenly got some ideas and I have actually been thinking about it a lot the past couple of weeks. I'm really glad now that I decided to take that break from it and focus on other stuff, because I remember how frustrated I was with it, having lost the direction with it and feeling like it wasn't working. Now I'm actually excited to get back to it. I have already worked out some issues with the story. Now that I have distance to it, I'm not that attached to some ideas that weren't really working, but I weren't able to change or cut off.

I will try to keep writing Be All My Sins too, when I'm less burned out and forced to do uni stuff, since I do want to built up a writing routine again (right now it's my only WIP that is in the condition for drafting). Here's a very small excerpt from the part I wrote after the first (and only) update.

She had always had this morbid idea that she would die young. Perhaps being ill so often made her think such dark thoughts. She could say macabre things in peculiar moments. I remember one of them very well. We were in London, reading outside in a park on a wonderful mid summer day. The hot sun on my skin and sweet scent of flowers in the air. On days like those I wished night would never come and bring a new day with it. It always did. I had just been distracted from my book by that thought. I looked at her lounging on the lawn in her lavender summer dress and wished we would stay like that forever. Suddenly she raised her head from her book and turned to me.

“When I die, please remember me. I would hate to be forgotten by everyone. But you will remember me, won’t you?”

Of course I will, I said then and I say now. How could I forget her? I’m not sure, if I believe in ghosts, but I know she will haunt me always.

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[mjjune]

avof | mj june | ch 23

as voted for by my followers here! i tried to hit all three of the most voted: gay, kiss, and dark/spooky. hope i deliviered!

taglist and text version under the cut!

Danny kneels in front of the couch where Helio sits slumped, rubbing and rotating his swollen wrists. He jolts with surprise as Danny’s hand presses against his bare chest, pushing him to lean further against the sofa. “Sit up straight.” Helio obliges, but as he tries to sit up against the back of the sofa, he grunts and a hand instinctively reaches for his wound. Danny catches the hand before it covers the injury, gently pulling it away. He can see the wound clearer, no longer half covered by Helio’s hunched torso. It’s deep, at least one rib is cracked (if not broken) from where the bullet penetrated, which would explain the shaky breathing. The only reason he’s conscious is because he’s a werewolf and his body is trying to heal itself—but it can’t because the silver bullet remains deep inside. The skin on the outside has healed over it, but the inside is still raw, and if the rib did heal itself, it must not have healed in the proper place. Danny has had decent medical training throughout his many, many identities, but shouldn’t remove a bullet without any tools. The daggers hidden on his person aren’t ideal. But what would be ideal, and humane, would be general anesthesia. “What’s wrong?” Lara asks, moving into Danny’s peripheral vision. “Yeah, Doc?” Helio’s joking doesn’t disguise the worry in his eyes. Mortals need answers for things before they allow you to poke and prod, even when there are none to give. “I want to see if you have silver poisoning.” Helio’s brows furrow. “How do you do that?” Danny meets his eyes grimly. “Oh… you have to drink my blood.” “Or open your wound back up,” Danny offers. Helio fidgets. “No, no. Drinking is fine.” Danny pulls down his mask so Helio can see his smirk. The last time they saw each other, Helio broke up with him in front of Brad. The last thing Helio said to him was it’s over. Despite that, though, his sickly pale cheeks flush. “Don’t get excited,” Danny teases. Helio tries to glare, but it’s weak. “Shut up.” Danny notices the phoenix’s heart rate behind him jump. Taking Helio’s hand from his lap, Danny lays a brief kiss on his thumb before a fang clicks. It breaks the skin, thin as a paper cut, enough for a few drops of blood to absorb onto his tongue. A little bitterness, but mostly sweet, but with a strong metallic aftertaste that shouldn’t be there. His eyes darken as he pulls away, but doesn’t let go of Helio’s hand.

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[findinghomes]

Prev reblog reminded me of this scene in ch 7 :)

#this is probably my favorite scene so far of the chapter #how it ends #ch 7 #my excerpts

[tabswrites]

Ascension

Version 2 Excerpt

I am once again drawing attention to my side WIP that I love very much. These are the opening paragraphs for the second version that I have been working on!

150 A.D (after the Descent)

His people were designed to endure, that much he believed. It was unbearable to think they were designed to suffer. Demons, as they called themselves, had been a part of the world for a quarter century but the problems that plagued them had been bubbling beneath the surface for much longer. There was a dark period in the Three Realms after Lady Itis departed the earth, and her absence was filled with much grief and misfortune. Women found themselves unable to carry children, and resorted to praying every night, hoping Beias and Ruuve would take pity on them and spare the humans more devastating loss, so soon after the Shadow Wars. To their surprise, they found their wishes granted, and children began to appear on the doorsteps of all who had prayed. The dark period now over, families rejoiced, legacies were secured, and the Three Realms learned to breathe again.

Something strange began to happen when the children reached the age of maturity. Their skin began to take on unnatural hues–pink, blue, green. They became animalistic...monstrous. It was then the humans realized they had been tricked–the gods of Light hadn’t answered their prayers at all. It was the Shadow Queen, who had sent forth the twisted creatures of Skath to wreak havoc on them all. The hybrid children were beaten, cast out–though some suffered far worse fates still. The humans, feeling righteous and proud, prospered, while the demons fell into their own era of despair—until the self-proclaimed Prince of Shadows appeared, and reminded them of their strength.

#I love this wip and I just wanna talk about it more lol #wip: ascension #fantasy writing #my excerpts

[incorrect-web-novels]

Insect Collector. Lee Gilyoung possessed the rare ability to communicate simply with insects through his 'Diverse Communication' skill.

- Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, Chapter 20

I have so much bug envy right now. I'm gonna die of jealousy /j

#not a quote #lee gilyoung #orv #excerpts #orv excerpts #my excerpts #my posts #bug mention #insect mention #web reads orv

[mikaharuka]

Find that Word... 4x (seriously?!)

I'm now convinced that y'all are plotting against me. That's right, I'm looking at you four - @alpaca-clouds, @tsunderewatermelon, @udaberriwrites, and @mrsmungus. Good thing I'm ready for it XD

You know the drill, I find words, I pass on words (20 this time) that you pick five from... and yes, I know some of you will go for the broke!

Words for Me: Alex - Edge, Scar, Surface, Glitter, Depth Salty - Land, Pushed, Snort, Flex, Muscle Alhaira - Epic, Power, Fruit, Chain, Brilliant Miranda - Hill, Creep, Dream, Repeat, Stifle

Words for You (choose 5): Cloud, Style, Sweet, Whisper, Table Answer, Wrong, Doubt, Foreign, Stone Vine, Spirit, Bloom, Luxury, Bright, Symbol, Allure, Spark, Shower, Heat

I'm going to tag a lot of people just because I feel like it, but of course, there is no pressure to participate or read. @alpaca-clouds, @udaberriwrites, @mrsmungus, @tsunderewatermelon, @kayedium-writes, @axolotlsupremacyowo, @sliebman10, @0nelittlebirdtoldme, @writingpotato07, @aohendo, @oceangirl24, @thememoryofthatday, @fairy-tales-of-yesterday, @late-to-the-fandom, @hylianjo, and of course an open tag for anyone else who's interested in taking part!

Welp... time to do this thing! Since 20 words is quite a few, I'm going to try and pick passages with multiple words. Wish me luck~!

[Update: Whoa... I found them all in just three Apricity chapters and the Prithvi draft! And some paragraphs had multiple! O.O]

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[Cerise] - Flex, Surface, Depth, Chain, Power, Pushed, Muscle

“Now, follow my finger,” he requested. Beau complied, following the slender finger as it moved between his eyes, into his peripheral vision, and back in front. “Look directly into my eyes.” As the doctor leaned in, he finally made eye contact even if it was only to observe his pupils and test his corneal light reflexes. At this close distance, Beau felt the heat from earlier resurface as he stared right back into the depths of fathomless, dark gold irises. [...] There was that pull again. Only this time, his heart lurched painfully, knowing that the man was clearly hiding something. That chain was reeling him in, compelling Beau to take a few steps forward. Chastising himself for the ridiculous overreaction, Beau stopped, took a few breaths to calm himself, pushed his glasses up, and addressed the man standing before him. [...] Sounding more confident than he felt, Beau turned around and was about to walk away when he slipped and suddenly he was falling - something he was all too familiar with even when he was healthy. Right when he thought he’d hit the floor, powerful arms wrapped themselves around him and cool hands pushed him back against a hard, muscular chest.

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[Azure] - Land, Creep, Brilliant, Edge

Despite the time that passed, there was little change in the general landscape. However, the low buzz of the glade slowly crescendoed and night finally beset the land. Bright moonlight overtook the haze, the fog from earlier mysteriously disappearing from sight. [...] At that moment, the world fell silent. The tree line crept into the meadow until all earth, life, and sky was once again overtaken by the dark azure hollow. Shivers ran up his spine and goosebumps tightened across his skin. Not even the rustling of leaves or the light breeze blowing through his hair registered until it gently urged him a few steps back. Despite his trepidation, he slowly turned to face whatever was behind him. Towards whatever had left the siblings with such terrified expressions. One shadow. The man was alone this time, leaning casually against a tall tree in the distance. He appeared as he had in the clearing - brilliant blond hair, sharp dark gold eyes, silky ice-blue button-down partially undone, and black trousers - as he gazed at him. Yet somehow, it felt different. [...] The azure light cast a cool tint onto already pale features, adding a sharp edge to what used to be warm gold eyes and blond hair, leaving behind harsh shadows across his face.

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[Sangria] - Snort, Stifle, Repeat

“You’re exactly as he described you,” Mina said as she met Mike’s eyes. “What?” Mike turned to Beau. “Hey, do you gossip about me during your little sauna sessions?” “Obviously not, you idiot. Why would I even do that?” Beau retorted. “She’s clearly talking about Edward.” “Huh? That makes even less sense! We barely even talk outside of AP Bio - what is there even to gossip about?” “Don’t ask me, dude,” Beau shrugged before considering him more thoughtfully. “Hmm… though now that I think about it, he has mentioned you quite a few times.” “Of course he has, dumbass. We’ve been bugging him this entire time about this mess of a mystery, and you’re the one who talks to him all the time outside of school.” Beau snorted. “Obviously that's true, but he also mentions you when-” A sudden burst of laughter interrupted them. The two boys turned to face the gold-eyed girl who was trying and failing to stifle her laughter and keep a straight face. “Sorry, sorry,” she said after calming down… though that smile never left her face. “He’s right about Edward, but that’s a completely different issue.” No? No it wasn’t? What the hell was going on this time? [...] Getting slapped repeatedly with increasing levels of mindfuckery after barely reconciling whatever previous mindfuckery the world had deemed fit to deal him with was most certainly not his idea of a good time.

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[Prithvi] - Hill, Scar, Fruit, Glitter, Epic, Dream

Wells dotted the landscape, but there was also a major stream running through the center of the town. Beau’s own house sat a bit higher up, perched between the side of a hill and the top of a tree root and had deep green vines coiled around the house. The sunlight filtered in through the gaps and thin layers of the warm yellow-green canopy and lovely dots of reds, purples, oranges, and whites popped out throughout the landscape. Warm lanterns dotted the houses, buildings, and paths below him. [...] A warmth accompanied the whispers as they hit his form, covering him like a cozy blanket on a cold winter day. The scent of freshly baked bread melted together with the fragrance of freshly roasted coffee with a trace of spice within it all. The undercurrent of chocolate and fruits and the overtone of sweet but mellowed sugar combined with all of that to fill the air with pleasant aroma that should have put Beau at ease. [...] Surprised, Beau turned to the person sitting in front of him. Short brunette hair, warm eyes lined boldly, light scars on her neck. She looked at him with a strange sort of fascination - the first person to meet his eyes ever since he first stepped foot into the village. She also felt a bit out of place - though not as much as he was. Still, she might give him the answer he was seeking. Did she know where- [...] Mirroring the color scheme all throughout the shrine, the jewelry contained intricate diamond-shaped patterns and pendants, along with glittering gems and bold-toned minerals in varying shades of blue, green, and indigo. The remaining boxes produced similar pieces and they were beautiful… but he was a stranger and whatever was going to happen clearly wasn’t a traditional wedding. [...] No way. That couldn’t be real… could it? Surely that was just a silly little trope relegated to the darker corners of the Internet. But tropes… was it really just a trope? Didn’t that sort of thing have its origins in history? Or at least in myths, epics, or legends? [...] Beau lifted his hands and looked down at them for a moment, aimed his right pointer finger at the center of his left palm and brought them together, slowly and deliberately. …it went through.  Then… this was the same as that night in the forest.  A dream.

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