Immortal Dysfunction

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LIES IN THE LILIES MASTER POST

POV: 1st Person

Status: Draft 4 In Progress

SUMMARY

Cursed to die on her 25th birthday, Bethany is doing everything in her power to try and prevent that from happening - when she’s not out partying, working at one of several nearby bars or getting into dangerous situations that would kill anyone else just for laughs. 

Those in the know think she isn’t taking her curse seriously, but she is - it’s why she ran away from home at 17, and why she’s trying to have as much fun as she possibly can, because if she can’t break her curse in time she at least wants to ensure she had the opportunity to live. Something she couldn’t do while living with her over-protective parents.

With one week to go Bethany is in a literal fight for her life, something which is complicated by all the people insisting on getting involved. Like Blake, the tall dark and handsome jerkface who insists he’s there to kidnap her but seems more interested in annoying her instead; Marcus and Imogen, a young couple who aren’t afraid of a fight and insist they’re incapable of lying; and Kenneth, a seemingly friendly but kind of creepy older man who works for an organisation intent on wiping out all magic.

She may not know who she can trust or if she can survive, but she’s not going to give up. Now if only she could stay focused on the task at hand.

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forthesanityofstorytellers

OC Kiss Week - Food

A pair from a currently discarded WIP about pixie investigators

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Holly let out a squeal as she bounded from one display case to another, pressing her nose up against the glass and staring down.

“Pine!!” she turned, pointing, “Pine lookit! Look at all the food!!!”

Pine frowned. It wasn’t really food so much as sugar and syrup or food coloring pressed into funny shapes. But they had just finished up a case and had a bit of extra money, and this is where Holly had wanted to spend it.

At a human candy store.

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I love this

One very rough draft of the possible new opener for Lies in the Lilies, written while I’m meant to be sleeping.

Definitely needs work, but I feel like there’s something good here.

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They say that when you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. Which I never really believe. You live your life, not knowing how lucky you are if you have a long one, and then you die.

But as I lay here, stuck in the eternal instant between life and death, I realise that they saying is true. Your whole life does flash before your eyes. And trust me; with the knowledge of hindsight, it can really suck the second time around.

I can see the betrayal now. I can see how I was betrayed; how I betrayed. And worst of all, I can see that there was nothing I could have done to avoid this moment. I always always meant to die this day.

My birthday and death day in one. How poetic, how…cliche. Like I’m some sort of fairytale princess.

lies in the lilies

The rectangular object my hand found didn’t feel like a book. Pulling it out revealed it was a picture frame, a smashed one at that, and when I brushed the shards of glass away I let out a gasp.

The picture was of Harrison.

With a twenty year age gap between us, I always saw him as being old in my memories, like a younger-but-not-by-much brunette version of our Dad, but the fresh-faced man in the picture reminded me of how young he’d actually been. My age now, most likely, and smiling like his whole future was ahead of him, instead of a gunshot to the chest on a cold July night.

The woman next to him was a younger, more alive version of Zia, her arm wrapped around his waist as they both smiled at the camera, and my blood boiled at the sight of it. How dare she have this on display, after everything she’d done to my family. I pulled the picture out of the frame, ready to tear it in half so that she was no longer standing with him, but instead I stopped. Because there was another photo in the frame. One of me and Mum.

I took it out too. I was young in it, maybe two or three, and I was beaming at the camera while holding a pristine Boris bear tight to my chest, the same one that was in my apartment, squished and battered and threadbare from years of cuddles. Mum barely looked any different: neat as a pin and as poised as ever.

I wiped my face, my anger having brought on tears, then tucked the picture into my back pocket. There were more important things to focus on than the photo, as upsetting as it was. But I still took a moment to remove Zia from Harrison’s picture, setting fire to her half and watching it burn until it was nothing more than ash on my hand.

lies in the lilies Bethany
karolinarodrigueswrites
yume-fanfare

modern social media should stop offering "sync with your phone contacts to follow them" options and start offering "block all your phone contacts so they never see your account" options

or a block all phone contacts so I never see their accounts which may have saved me from seeing my dad’s second Instagram account as a ‘people you may know’ aka ‘how I found out my dad is a nudist and shares his pics on the internet’ eyebleach please

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tw: death it’s my 7 year anniversary we’re away on holiday was meant to go out for dinner tonight but decided to eat in because my 3 year old had a tantrum and a car just ploughed into the pub we had planned on going to multiple fatalities mutiple injured all in the beer garden where we’d planned on sitting my heart breaks for those who died and their loved ones but never have I been more thankful for a tantrum than today
adie-dee

Sunday Romance Week 5

adie-dee

@sunday-romance

Blake yelled my name from the living room just as I finished getting dressed. 

“Yeh?” I yelled back, pulling a silk dressing gown on over my outfit.

“You still want burgers for dinner?” 

I did, and I was banking on the fact that he would too.

“Yes,” I said once I left the bedroom, tightening the belt of the robe so he wouldn’t see what was underneath. “Where are we ordering from?”

“Nowhere.” He went to the fridge, pulling out a plate with several homemade looking patties. “Thought we could make them ourselves, so I got these ready. And-” he put a large drink in front of me, the top of the stainless steel cup piled high with cream, “-I made you a drink too.”

Tentatively I took a sip. Blake’s drinks were normally protein shakes or gross kale-filled green smoothies, but this, to my delight, was a rather boozy Nutella shake. This was way more effort on his part than I was expecting, and made me feel a little bad about what I had in store for him.

“That’s so good!” I gushed, slurping up some more before placing my hands on his chest and giving him a kiss. “I can’t believe you did this! You said you were only ever going to make healthy food.”

“Burgers can be healthy too,” he grumbled. “And I thought you might like something different to drink. Plus I needed to do something to keep myself entertained, seeing as you locked yourself in the bathroom for over an hour.” He fiddled with the end of my robe. “Was worried you were putting on that fucking onesie again, but that’s still where I hid it.”

And hidden well, at that, but I didn’t expect any less from Blake. Not that it mattered though, as I had several more he hadn’t thought to hide from me. 

“So what’ve you got on underneath anyway?” He tried to take a peek but I held the robe closed, not shifting my hand even when he gave me the most adorable puppy dog eyes.

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I miss these idiots maybe one day I’ll write them again
celestlian
gowns

man the crazy thing about babies is that like, some people would think that reading a baby a book about farm animals is teaching them about farm animals, but really it’s teaching them about the concept of a book and how there’s new information on each page of a single object, but really, beyond that, it’s teaching them how language works, and beyond that it’s really actually teaching them about human interaction, and really really it’s them learning about existing in a three-dimensional space and how they can navigate that space, but actually, above all it is teaching them that mama loves them.

theglitchywriterboi
i-am-dulaman

The best thing about new zealand english is we get to pick and choose what we like from american english and british english.

The bad thing is that sometimes we choose wrong.

Like. Americans have fries and chips vs brits have chips and crisps. Both valid.

Here? We have chips and chips.

Youd think it'd be fine and that you can figure out which one a person is talking about from context but trust me a good percentage of the time you cannot. And often the person will try to differentiate them by clarifying they meant "Potato chips" only for them to realise a second later that both chips are made from potatoes

theequeerstrian

I shouldn't make fun but that last part is DEEPLY hilarious to me

same problem in Australia so we say hot chips
forthesanityofsome
forthesanityofsome

OC tag game!

Tagged by @bloodlessheirbyjacques (😁)

Open tag because I don't remember where my tag list is (although if I keep getting tagged I might have to put a new one together...hmmmm...Although I will tag @adie-dee because I think you'll get a kick out of some of these 😂)

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Empty sheets below for anyone that wants to play!

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adie-dee

Love it 😂😂😂😂😂😁

hottubraccoon
quo-nunc

Could really use more media where wives viciously protect their husbands

quo-nunc

Also violently. I want very violently. I want her to go scorched earth. I want five scenes earlier to see her husband being diplomatic and calming down a situation so no one gets hurt because his wife is in danger. And then something happens and now he’s unconscious and being threatened and his wife just absolutely levels a seven block radius with the force of her refusal to let anyone hurt him.

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