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Got tagged by @beccacoffindaffer for this and it sounded like fun! Here's the last lines from each of the three stories I'm working on:
Magma slopped out from the gaping hole and dribbled down the stairs, creating a deadly pool right below their feet.
“As I suspected. You are a delectable creature.”
She wasn’t watching the sun rise for peace this morning. She was waiting to see if she burned.
No pressure tags:
@nebraskashouse @constanthorizon @jewel-shard @syvlanas-writes
(It can be for art, too!)
also omg i just found out i can make that purple!!!
thank youu @stars-n-spice for the tag your little piece was so sweet and funny
Soo I wrote this last night when I was like keeled over in pain cause I was not doing good but its Zay (my oc) essentially almost dying of hypothermia!!
The incessant beeping of Nav’s datapad was starting to become even more annoying than it already was. The cold of the open door was suddenly so much more brutal than it had been before.
Everything felt like it was spinning, or as if it wasn’t. Every noise was suddenly so much louder, but so much quieter and distant.
She could hear the breathing of those around her, as if it was her own - was it her own? Maybe. Not sure.
Her whole body felt numb. As if she was just a vessel, floating around aimlessly, mindlessly, carelessly. Nothing else. Though pain was constantly dragging her back to consciousness. The constant pain at the back of her left ankle, the muscle she must’ve pulled in her elbow, the throbbing that continuously attacked at her head.
Everything was so real. She was there. But she wasn’t. She was constantly being passed around through consciousness. Hearing, feeling, seeing. Though not.
that’s literally what fainting feels like from my perspective it’s very odd
ive literally just found that i can colour these letters my life is officially complete i can die happy
No pressure tags: @zahmaddog @w3rd0-artist @slamophile @echos-lefthand plus anyone else who wants to join
dude i know literally like 2-3 people on this app its embarrassing
Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote or drew, and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).
Thanks for the tag @tealmisthams! Here is the last line(s) I wrote for my new Rook x Lucanis fic I'm working on (in the Dragon Age Fandom). The fic is And Always, My Love, and the first chapter can be found here on ao3.
After a moment more, she turned and made to leave the dining hall, regret rolling in her stomach. Had this been the right decision? Should she have taken the chance with Lucanis, despite everything? Could they have danced around each other’s wounds and hurts without hurting each other? She didn’t know. And now she never would.
NPTs: @tealmisthams (uno reverse mwahahah), @ladylucksrogue, @whyamismall, @queen-of-mandalore, @aknightreaderr and anyone else who wants to participate!
Thanks for the tag @tealmisthams!
I will also do both! Here is the first and last line I wrote today for the next instalment of my Crosslo series!
The first line:
Arlo merely leaned over and kissed his cheek, communicating her answer through a small wink.
The last line:
“I’m yours,” he rasped, and then kissed her, moving his lips slowly and assuredly against hers.
NPTs: @ladylucksrogue, @whyamismall, @aknightreaderr, @julijuli77, @queen-of-mandalore and anyone else who might want to participate!
Rules: In a new post, share the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).
Thanks for the tag @tealmisthams! Since I am so spotty in terms of my activity these days, please have the whole last passage I wrote, instead of simply a last line! Unfortunately this is from a fandom that I know you don't normally live in, but I hope its still good <3
With a frown, he pivoted slightly, facing her at an angle. The sunlight filtering through the windows hit his face, highlighting the angry red mark her palm had left upon his cheek. Eldhira continued to cry. She hated him. She hated herself. Why she’d thought this dangerous scheme could work, she did not know. But his next words bolstered her resolve, sealing his fate and hers. “Dar’eth Shiral… Inquisitor Lavellan.” Eldhira stared him down, using his words and her hurt to lock away her softer feelings. Fen’harel left her without another word, all alone, to ponder how one who’d held her heart so softly could be the one who rent it open so completely, even after all these years. She supposed it didn’t matter. In the end, it would either be his blood or hers staining these marble floors, and the one left alive would be the one who truly lost.
NPTs: @ladylucksrogue, @whyamismall, @queen-of-mandalore, @s0lavellan (you're one of my few moots who actually follows Dragon Age <3), @tealmisthams (uno reverse, my dear friend :)
Thanks @queen-of-mandalore for the tag!
In a new post, share the most recently completed line(s) of your WIP, whether the last you wrote or the last you drew.
Then tag some folks to join in!
This is from the next instalment in my Crosslo (Crosshair x ofc) series, which can be found here on ao3.
He leaned into that feeling, deepening the kiss as he pulled her closer. He kissed her again, trying to banish the fear with each pass of her lips upon his. He allowed her to take away his guilt and pain with each caress of her hand. He felt warm. Safe. Whole? Nearly whole… the doubts lingered, but they were quiet enough that Crosshair did not feel compelled to face them, at least not right now.
I'm hoping this fic will be up sometime in the next couple weeks, but it will depend how much writing time I get!
NPT: @tealmisthams, @ladylucksrogue, @whyamismall, @aknightreaderr, and anyone else who wants to participate!
Thanks for the tag @tealmisthams!
This is from the next instalment in my Crosslo series, which I am slowly working on! Please enjoy :)
She knew she was likely blushing like an idiot, but she otherwise tried to smooth out her appearance, dusting the sand from her hair and her back, and readjusting her shirt where it had ridden up to her ribs. She resolutely ignored the warm, honeyed desire in her core, pretending like she didn’t want to grab Crosshair’s hand and run across the beach in search of another secluded location to finish what they’d started. But she was able to control herself. Probably. Mostly. Maybe.
The rest of the series can be found here on ao3!
NPTs: @ladylucksrogue, @whyamismall, @melting-houses-of-gold, @aknightreaderr, @acatinwinterfell, and anyone else who wants to participate!
Thanks for the tags @tealmisthams and @ladylucksrogue !
This is from chapter 2 of my newest fic in the Crosslo series, Unbidden:
He’d had panic attacks once or twice before as a cadet, after some particularly… memorable training sessions, but they’d never been so vivid as he’d experienced tonight.
The first chapter can be found here on ao3 :)
NPTs: @whyamismall, @saviinika, @acatinwinterfell, @ahsokathegray, and anyone else who wants to participate!