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not-poignant · 13 hours

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Daily excerpt from chapter 9 of Underline the Gold:

‘I keep thinking it’s so cruel that Vadim had all my good heats, even while he was beating me, and you get one like this.’ Anton straddled Flitmouse, sliding strong arms beneath his back and gathering him close. Flitmouse’s nose found the crook of soft, perfect skin between Anton’s neck and shoulder. There, the impossible scent of a dessert bakery in the morning, or a spiced Christmas pudding, and Flitmouse wanted to cry again. It was his favourite scent in the whole world. He wanted to rub his face in it. He pressed his nose closer, inhaling deeply, over and over again. ‘You’ll have a good heat one day,’ Anton said. ‘You didn’t do this to punish me, Alois. This is just how it is now, and it won’t be like this later. Even if you never have a good heat, or they’re not what they used to be, we can still – when you feel ready – do whatever we like together. We don’t have to wait for your heats. Or we can wait forever. These last three days…I was lost without you, sweetheart.’

#daily excerpt #underline the gold #underline the rainbow #alois flitmouse #anton valenosk #mm romance #queer romance #omegaverse #original writing #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #i love anton in this chapter so much #this dude would do anything for alois and it showsssss

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balshumetsbaragouin · 1 month

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Daily Excerpt: Hybrid Affinity

This week's chapter is the climax! I'm excited for you all to get to it. Less the 48 hours to go. >:) In the mean time, please enjoy this sneak peak from Chapter Seven: Containment Breach. ______________________________________________________

“I have nothing to hide from you humans.” The men spread out around the room to face the older halfa, and Danny fell back to ‘cower’ in a corner. The movement barely earned him a sideways glance from the agents. It’d helped he’d been quiet and too worn down to fight the last time they’d seen him. When the lead officer looked in his direction, he flinched and curled in on himself tighter. The jackass looked delighted by his acting. So really, it would be a riot when they escaped.

“I’m going to count to three, and you're going to hand over your contraband.” The agents pulled out a combination of guns and stun batons. “Any resistance will be met with severe physical discipline.” Oh, they were pretending this was ‘discipline’ now?

Vlad squared his shoulders and flared his aura, “You merely wish you were capable of subduing me.” There were suddenly shadows in the room, like the lights were being swallowed up by something in midair. He had to ask him later how he was doing that. The agents, save their leader, squirmed uncomfortably and glanced around at all the wiggling shapes. The older halfa’s smile held more than a little promise of violence, “I’m going to enjoy shattering your bones.”

#Danny Phantom #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #DP #DP Fanfic #Hybrid Affiinity #HA #Daily Excerpt #Balshumet's Baragouin

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daughter-of-inklings · 8 months

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Meant to start doing this before and then got immediately distracted by art and bad horror movies. Anyways, I'm gonna start sharing my favorite lines from what I end up writing in an effort to hold myself accountable to writing more (almost) every day.

Here's the first:

The last she saw as she slipped into unconsciousness were the beast’s eyes looming over her face; sapphires deep as the ocean, centered by pupils as white as the snow around them.

#ink's scribbles #writeblr #fantasy writeblr #writing #fantasy writing #writers on tumblr #fantasy novel #novel excerpt #novel wip #daily excerpt #(i hope)#there's just so many words that i need to write for the fantasy book and its overwhelming so we're gonna try to do a much more manageable #300ish words a day or every other day #evermore

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shisasan · 1 year

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𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: February 1. Nothing, merely tired. END ID]

#kafka #franz kafka #february 1 #literature #quotes #february #academia #dark academia #tired #daily kafka #the diaries of franz kafka #quote #dailykafka #excerpt #nothing

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fairydrowning · 8 months

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You believe romanticizing life means constantly striving to create a life extraordinary enough to romanticize. But the truth is it's not a matter of creating something extraordinary. It's a matter of realizing the beauty in the life you already have. When was the last time you appreciated the way gravity hugs you to the Earth? When was the last time you heard the wind and called it music? When was the last time you studied the lines on a stranger's face and tired to read the map of their past. Tell me, how long has it been since you submerged your head in the sea? How long has it been since you befriended the trees? How long has it been since you laid in the field and listened to the humming of the bees? There is romance in morning walks. There is artistry in a sunset sky. They is magic in late night talks. There is an entire universe in a person's eyes. So, if you are looking for extraordinary, you don't have to try.

– By "Whitney Hanson," Instagram account "whitneyhansonpoetry"

#so if you are looking for extraordinary then you don't have to try #i found her on Instagram and believe me her reels are actually so relatable and interesting #soon I'll buy her books and then will read that #romanticize your daily life #dark academia #light academia #excerpts #fragments #poetry #romanticism #words #spilled words #literature #literary quotes #spilled ink #writers #books and literature

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aslisjournal · 2 years

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stardustthroughthecracks · 1 year

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I want you to want me, damn the consequences.

#quotes #daily poem #writeblr #poetry prose #spilled ink #original writing #love quotes #excerpt from a story i'll never write #spilled poetry #love poem #sad quotes #unrequieted #crush quotes #romantic quotes #heartbreak #longing #romantic academia #dark academia

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sadswaggynerdyfrog · 9 months

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My heart swells so easily and it fills up my entire chest and I hyperventilate and feel everything so closely and sensitively. The world is so beautiful and I am so full of love and nostalgia and I am so unloved

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stantheanomaly · 7 months

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My lungs soften when I breathe the air around you.

- Suvrahadip Ghosh, Of Religions and Prayers

Follow @stantheanomaly for more 🌻😄

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fersrsbizniz · 1 year

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Who else is looking forward to the next round of dracula daily?

#dracula daily #my yearly reread of the book comes once more!!!#this time on the heels of pride and prejudice #which until this point I can’t remember ever reading #excerpts and video in college yes #full text?#no memory

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not-poignant · 26 days

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Daily excerpt from today's writing, chapter 22 of Palmarosa:

‘Poor thing,’ Raphael said, smile widening further. ‘Just one cuff? You can’t even hide how it affects you, can you? Goodness gracious, little one, whatever will you do if I get you into four?’ ‘Yes, well, do I actually need to be here for the part where you gloat and make threats, or shall I just pretend you’ve said them and do away with the need?’ ‘I’m giving you what you want, darling,’ Raphael said, pulling Astarion closer as he stepped towards one of the portals. ‘We’re going on a discovery to find out what true submission means. I hope you’re in the mood for an adventure.’ ‘And what if I’m-’ Astarion’s voice was cut off by the uncomfortable experience of moving through the light blue portal, and then having his breath punched out of him by the sudden, searing cold. Raphael laughed low next to him, and leaned against his back, wrapping both arms around him, exhaling unusually warm breath against the back of his neck. Even now he kept one hand around that cuff, as Astarion stared at the rebuilt city of Luskan, and realised from the smell of the seawater and the distant sweet malodourous reek of rotting fish that they were on the Southern Bank. A few people nearby who packed crates into caravels and cogs turned to look at them, but seeing as they were pirates, they got back to their business, and left Raphael and Astarion to theirs. Astarion wondered if they were not worth robbing, looking as fancy as they did, but perhaps Raphael gave off an energy. ‘Do you like cold cities?’ ‘I like pirate cities,’ Raphael said, squeezing Astarion in his arms. From a distance, they probably looked like two lovers, one embracing the other from behind to keep him nicely warm by a freezing cold sea. ‘Ah, of course. I rather like pirate cities too,’ Astarion murmured. ‘Vagabonds are fun.’ ‘Aren’t they just?’ Raphael said, laughing. ‘Scoundrels too.’

#daily excerpt #palmarosa #thespectaclesofthor #bg3 fic #bg3 raphael #bg3 astarion #astarion #this feels like a proof of life photo lmao #because it's been so long sdflkajs

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balshumetsbaragouin · 3 months

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Daily Excerpt: Passion

Chapter Seventeen is on the way, which means it's time for a sneak peek a little into the future. I'm sure with the last few chapters, you can think of how this might have happened, but have this bit from Chapter Nineteen: A Discourse and Pertinacious Fidelity.

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“No worries, not like I could go anywhere.” He heard her hissed intake of breath, could imagine the horrified looking expression to accompany it. “It smells like a butcher shop in here, and I look like an incompletely done up rack of ribs, but all of that is just dramatic window dressing. I’ll be fine.”

“Where’s the first aid kit?”

“By my desk, it was a bitch and a half getting it from under the bathroom sink. We should hide it someplace that requires less bending and reaching.” He waved his hand vaguely in the direction of his desk chair, where he’d placed the plastic box, and focused on his breathing. The room was spinning more, and the feeling of hanging near the ceiling was kicking in.

“I say that every time, and then, every time you complain about having to think of a new spot for it.” He heard her rustling about inside the first-aid kit for medical supplies and started mentally preparing. Iodine and alcohol stung like hell, and stitches were worse. No matter how many times he insisted he didn’t need real disinfecting, he never bothered when he stitched himself, his sister didn’t listen. That meant hard to reach spots or wider areas always got an extra heavy dose to make up for it via Jazz.

“I’ve suggested several great spots for it.”

“Half of them have been inside of walls,” she moved closer, he could feel the heat coming off her fleece PJ covered legs near his own, “and the other half haven’t been any more sanitary.”

“It’s a sealed box.”

“It’s not a hermetic seal, Danny, things will end up inside!”

“It’s not like there’s anything dangerous in the walls. I’m sticking stuff in there all the time; I would know.” The bed near his right side dipped down, and a hand with gauze moved through his peripheral vision. The discussion was a great distraction from the pain. “If the bags of chips and Wild Monster are still edible after pulling them out of the wall, the first-aid kit should be fine.”

“The edibility of those snacks are always questionable, little brother.” She dabbed around the wounds, trying to clean them up enough to stitch. “What caused these?”

“Valerie.”

#Danny Phantom #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #Passion and Plasmatic Plague #PaPP #Daily Excerpt #Balshumet's Baragouin

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daughter-of-inklings · 8 months

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Some assorted, mixed lines from things I've written lately because I swear I am, I just keep forgetting to upload them here:

She drew her wings around herself, marring them in blood and dirt; she’d done her job, it was time to rest.

All of them, every single voice, rang out with a different form of violence; tempting, alluring, justified.

She looked almost comical, mimicking a pseudo serious expression she’d seen on the other tiefling knights that guarded the manor, wings shut tightly behind her. She looked every bit her mother, even folding her arms behind her back as she so often used to.

The place was filled with the mewlings of hatchlings, enticed by the novelty of guests and the silver trays they carried.

#ink’s scribbles #writeblr #fantasy writeblr #fantasy writing #writers on tumblr #fantasy novel #novel wip #novel excerpt #daily excerpt #(i hope)#uvodell #uvodell: the lost princess #wings of vhallor #some of these are related and some are not

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shisasan · 2 years

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𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟻, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

[ID: August 15. Wasted day. Spent sleeping and lying down. END ID]

#kafka #franz kafka #literature #quotes #academia #dark academia #daily kafka #the diaries of franz kafka #quote #dailykafka #excerpt #august #august 15

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fairydrowning · 10 months

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– Bianca Sparacino, Instagram account "rainbowsalt"

[TEXT ID: Little things that aren't little at all — Eye contact. "I admire the way you see the world." Comfortable silence. "This made me think of you." Sharing music (a love language) "You make me feel less alone." Kept promises. Chosen family. "Text me when you get home." When someone remembers a small detail about you, or a story you care about told. The way someone you says your name. "Go look at the sky right now." Reciprocity. "See you soon." Finding human beings who care just as deeply as you. "I like the way I feel when I am with you." Feeling like you've known someone forever, even though you just met. "I'm proud of you." END ID]

#light academia #dark academia #excerpts #fragments #spilled thoughts #spilled words #words #literature quotes #literary quotes #love language #romanticism #bianca sparacino #quotations #life quotes #daily poem

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aslisjournal · 8 months

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Asli Hersi

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