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The universe was vast, wondrous and, it seemed to me, tragically unexplored. As soon as I took conciousness of my place in it as a kid, I knew I wanted to experience more of it than I ever could trapped in that quaint little farm.

The Travels of Soyolmaa

“Tomorrow it’ll be over, tomorrow it’ll be over, tomorrow it’ll be over-”

Vela muttered the mantra into her chest as she sat bare on the bathroom tiles, ignoring the stentch of her own bile staining it, with her blunt nails digging painfully into her shoulders.

A Child’s Covenant / Vengeful Cinderall WIP

“That girl you’re describing didn’t exist, mother. Everything she was and everything she had was immaterial, ghostly; it could disappear with a whisper.” Latoya scoffed, almost amused. Casiphia couldn’t believe a word she was hearing. “Now? Countless of people are terrified of me because I took them for all they had. I brought down the Galatea, I escaped from Penjara, and I made the king of Besalt weep and beg me for his life like a little child! No one in her right mind would’ve expected me to even survive on my own after I fled Amentet. But I did. That, and more. That is all real and that is all mine! You say you lost everything, but I thrived. I am Captain Latoya of the Redstart, and I am as solid as they come.”

space opera ‘verse / book 2

Even in casual conversation, even in passing and when it had nothing to do with her, the word “marriage” fell like a heavy load on Maryam’s chest.

Al Andalus WIP / Beneath the Foam

They all lived in armony in their eternal night, each human and vampire with a role most fitting to cultivate their excellence.

vampire mafia WIP

Eva and Norma danced the night away, their wings drawing patterns in enticing forms that painted whole murals alongside all the other winged fae.

time tomfoolery ‘verse / All About Eve(s)

The cold winds of the plains hit violently against Gyeong’s covered face as she stepped out of the carriage. The icy walls of the palace shileded her once she entered, but it brought her no comfort.

The Legend of Gyeong

Vivian awoke after a most strange and unsettling dream. She had been so sure someone was in the bed with her. A thumb delicately caressing her lower lip, contrasting with the strength of a hand pressing against the base of her throat.

regency horror WIP

Gillian breathed in the smell of the beginnings of fall with relief; she circled her neck once more with her black scarf, pulling it tighter.

witch coven ‘verse

It was clear that Mr Wakefield was no more pleased by Isobel’s marriage than her sister had been. The disapproval didn’t bother him, that was to be expected, but for some reason the dismissal rankled him. Not necessarily of himself, but of Isobel. She was more than capable of looking after herself. She didn’t need anyone to protect her, or to question her decisions as if she were a child. 

“Do you love her?” Dominic asked.

“What?”

“Isobel, do you love her?”

Mr Wakefield shook his head. “No. As much as her father may have wanted it, our feelings have never run beyond familial. She is my cousin, more like a sister. I love her and I will always protect her.”

“And you think she needs protecting from me?”

“Or from her own sense of certainty,” he replied. “Isobel thinks she can handle anything.”

“I rather like that about her.” Dominic sipped his brandy. “I will promise to abide by the terms of mine and Isobel’s agreement, if that will give you any peace of mind. But that is all. My relationship with Isobel is between the two of us alone.”

The violin was Vivian’s most beloved possession. It was passed onto her in an enviable state by her doting grandmother, who taught her how best to play it like an extension of her body. Every time Vivian picked it up in the last few years she did so with reverence, allowing for a brief moment of wistfulness at the vivacious woman’s absence. Sometimes, she swore she could sense her presence behind her, quietly approving, whenever she played one of her grandmother’s favourite melodies. Vivian had soaked in that approval like a spongue, valuing each second alone with her grandmother that provided such necessary sustent.

When she played there was no fumbling, no backtracking, no second-guessing herself. A strange mixture of peace and elation surged in her and the world around her suddenly started making sense. She would have play for hours if her hands allowed her to without rest, and as it was, she played long enough that when she closed her eyes at night, sheet music floated behind her eyelids.

That morning Vivian was even more excited to play than usual, thoughts of her much missed grandmother distant on the back of her head. Young men would come to see a demonstration of her talent, albeit supervised. She could make up for any artless bungle made on the presentation by proving her masterful skill.

More than any of the others, who had dismissed her when they had little more than her to offer to a union and on the light of a new day she could only regard with bitterness, she was particularly excited for a second encounter with the charming Baron Vreunth. She wouldn’t let the strange disposition she started the day after those strange night terrors to ruin the day. Vivian was determined to prove herself to him.

Zira: When life gives you lemons, what do you do? Aaqil: Make lemonade! Zira: No, throw them back up in the sky and make life deal with it’s own shit.

Leena: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies. Basil: You’re too young to have enemies. Leena: You don’t even know.

Zira: Ooh, somebody has a crush Latoya: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Leena I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them. *Later that night* Latoya, very much awake: Uh oh.

Leena: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.

Latoya: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game… Basil, nodding: Knife Monopoly. Latoya: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I’m really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

Aaqil: My gender is in a constant state of flux.

Latoya: I was put on this earth to do one thing. Latoya: Luckily I forgot what it was so I can do whatever I want.

Zira: Truth or dare? Leena: Dare. Zira: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room. Leena: Hey Aaqil? Aaqil, blushing: Yeah? Leena: Can you move? I’m trying to get to Latoya.

Zira: I have a problem. Leena: Kill it. Zira: Can you chill for like, two seconds?

Joram: You can de-escalate literally any situation by asking ‘are we about to kiss?’ Joram: Doesn’t work with getting out of speeding tickets, though.

Aaqil: So… what would you do if you were in bed with me? Alastair: Depends. Is your bed comfortable? Aaqil: Yes. Alastair: I’d sleep.

Redstart: Latoya is a perfect cinnamon scone who’s never done anything wrong in their entire life! Aaqil: Never done anything wrong?! They set a city block on FIRE!

Alegría: I tried to write ‘I’m a functional adult’ but my phone changed it to ‘fictional adult’ and i feel like that’s more accurate.

Because I'm on chapter 9 of WWDTN I feel free to (re)share one of the funniest scenes I've ever written

Since this ask I received where I talked about Laila and Darius' love languages got me thinking about how words of affirmation is very clearly Darius' I decided to go back and pull out some receipts for example: