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joyseuphoria · 2 years
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Up in the Air
Written for the @mixed-up-writer-fest (huge thanks to @theresthesnitch for hosting it) with my lovely partner @icy-moons !!
A HUGE THANK YOU TO @suchitasenthilkumar for helping me LOADS with this chapter. Thank you for making me manifest the words on this chapter into existence. I love you
This is dedicated you 😘
Summary: this one is just… :( Wish I could say that I was sorry!
He can’t sleep.
Which has nothing to do with his favourite redhead.
Nope. Nothing at all.
The scratchy snores of Peter, doing nothing to prevent his thoughts from wandering elsewhere.
To his favourite redhead.
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alstroemeria-black · 3 years
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Chaos and Order
I’m so filled with love right now, I don’t know what to do with it. So here’s a little something I could pour what I feel into. I timed myself for 15 minutes and wrote this, haven’t read it once, haven’t editted, nothing. Fresh first draft here for you. 
“Evans,” calls out James more to himself than actually calling her. It makes her think that maybe, he loves saying her name just as she loves saying his.
               “Potter?” she responds and the little jolt in her veins as she hears his name is something she can’t miss.
               “Just checking to see if you were alive,” he says nonchalantly, although there’s a slight smirk threatening to form on his lips. “You haven’t moved in hours.”
               “Very funny,” she scoffs playfully. “Some of us actually work to get work done. Unlike you.”
               “I’m just going to pretend you didn’t say that.”
And they fell into that silence once again. It was comfortable silence, at least it felt so to her. It was her and him, Lily and James, Evans and Potter, however you named it – amidst swirling smells of parchment, ink, and spilt hibiscus tea. Lily didn’t like these ephemeral silences they had. It was in moments like these that she thought, that maybe, maybe this was what it was like to be in love. Quiet, amidst smells filling your senses, and the silent thumping of two hearts.
               She looks at him, stealthily because he shouldn’t be seeing her seeing him. He really shouldn’t for as he teases her, goads her, and asks her questions she’d rather not answer now, really. She decides then, like all those countless times in the Heads Common Room that she can never get tired of looking at him. He is still in his uniform, and why he loved wearing that wretched thing she didn’t know. Though in uniform, the shirt hung on his shoulders loosely its first button undone and the tie loosely hanging around the collar of his shirt as though it had long given up trying to make him look prim and proper.
               But that was the thing about James. James Potter was not someone to bother too much about how polished his shoes were, or whether he had buttoned his shirt wrong, or whether he’s worn the same socks on both feet. If anything, he might even be putting effort to be what he is – disorder, and chaos. A beautiful one at that. He always looked like he was in peace with himself, happy to be wearing his skin.
               She realises then, today, for the first time. Lily Evans was chaos and order, just like James. But she was chaos in, and order out. He was the very opposite. Maybe that’s what pulled her to him. Maybe that’s what will pull them both together, tie them in place, keep them tangled and caged within each other. He catches her eyes now, and she doesn’t turn away. This time she keeps her gaze on him, his eyes. He grins, pleased. She knows then, she realises a lot of things then. But they’re all too hard to put it down into words because now it’s only just green and hazel, and oh the smell of parchment, ink, and spilt hibiscus tea.
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maraudersftw · 2 years
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I absolutely love reading Room Service. The entire '30 days' idea is brilliant and I love all the characters you've written and it's all so funny and lovely to read!!!!!!! ❤
Hi, Suchita! Thank you so much for this lovely message 🧡🧡 Glad you're enjoying Room Service! It's been incredibly fun for me to write these interactions!
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clare-with-no-i · 2 years
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One year of all your Jily awesomeness!!!!!! ❤
🥺🥺🥺 please you are too kind!!!! thank you my love!!
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gh0stlyink · 3 years
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Ohmygod ohmygod you got your doc back!!!!!!!!!!! Super super happy to hear!!! x 🥳🥳😁😁😁
I did! I looked more into the information in the help part of google doc and file recovery, and it was even like "we can't even make sure we recover the documents you want, and they might be gone forever" but I tried anyway, and they ARE BACK BABY
I feel so relieved. Its 14 pages worth of information that I have spent a long time on. At least now I know what to do if anything like this happens again
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ellierenae · 3 years
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[ Manuscript Search Tag. ]
Thank you for that tag, @andinbetweenwegarden! These words were very fun to search for.
Moon
For a single day, at the dawn of the human race, she braced herself to wake and never sleep, to see with blinding clarity. Her matted hair off her shoulders and tented around her face, she leaned over the edge of a lake with no name, the only lake she ever knew. She watched her skin blacken and her eyes brighten, like two moons in the night sky. She watched her hair curl like coiled ferns. She watched light and life enter eyes as deep a brown as the shadows of chamomile flowers.
(Excerpt from my unpublished work.)
Pattern
Lynn poured the soy sauce in a zig-zag pattern across her bowl, then sprinkled pepper on top. Unmentioned were the smaller bowls, scattered around the coffee table. “What are these?”
“Tongcay, fried soybean, prawn crackers…” she said, pointing to each bowl. “You’ll like them.”
“Have you been seeing anything scary?”
“Enough talking,” Farah said, waving her hand, “just enjoy.”
(Excerpt from my unpublished work.)
Stole
Universes in which my father lives till Christmas are few and far between. I have consumed most of them; taken a holiday in a world where the old man had a stronger heart, went running in the mornings, or perhaps never ate steak.
My other self is always happy to step aside, handing me the familial responsibilities of winter break. He wants to spend the occasion with his boyfriend. He wants to stay up, he wants to sleep in, and I desperately want to want so little.
It may be selfish, but I never tell him what he has, nor what I lack. I simply steal away his Christmases.
(Excerpt from my unpublished work.)
Flush
She awoke from her trance, her knuckles against Wynonna’s door.
Recoiling, she examined her hand. The knuckles were pinkish. Was she was flushed from liquor? She often grew warm and red from a drink but, touching her face, she found it as cold as the crisp air. She did knock.
Her head jerked upward as the door swung open.
“Baobei,” the succubus purred. “Baby.”
(Excerpt from my unpublished work.)
Petal (Used "Flowers")
Flowers bloom in my mouth. The wind sways the vines I use as arms. I cannot see through the peonies in my eye sockets.
(Excerpt from my unpublished work.)
Tagging: @suchitasenthilkumar, @alannaofroses, @vilemoths, @rogueofshadows, @audelialee, @melodywritesatmidnight, @utopianmusings, @helathorloki, @missionofgettingxaway
Your words: Television, black, white, and static.
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Happy happy birthday!!!!!! ❤❤🥳🥳
@suchitasenthilkumar you are so sweet thank you !!!!! What a sweet ask 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
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writer-haley-e · 3 years
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{Word Find Tag}
Thanks @suchitasenthilkumar for tagging me!
My words: Wound | Within | Virus | Voice
Wound - excerpt from Hidden in a Hidden World (the first novel I ever wrote)
"I could feel warm liquid coming down my shoulder and getting somewhat absorbed by my clothes, which I assumed was my blood. It felt as though there was a lot of blood covering me now, and the look of the man who was now kneeling in front of me confirmed it.
He examined me carefully, trying to see where all my wounds were, and seemed to be surprised that my leg was caught.
He gently released my leg from the spikes and tried to see what was causing my other leg to bleed so much, but he couldn't figure it out."
Voice - excerpt from Despondency (another one of my first novels I ever wrote, but this one only has a few chapter written of it)
"Then there was the voice.
It was just a voice that randomly spoke to people. And it wasn't like it was in people's heads. Other people could hear the voice talking to someone else.
No one tried to explain that, either."
I don't have anything for within or virus, sadly, and none of the words have been written into my current WIP. I've never been a part of a tag game before, though, so this was fun! Thanks for tagging me!
Tagging: @mkq-12 @thelimeonade no pressure of course!
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hacked-by-jake · 3 years
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Many many congratulations on 1000 followers!!!!!!!!! 🥳🥳
Ahhhh thank you so much!!🥺 I really appreciate your congratulations!🥰🥳
Feel hugged! 💚🎭
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maraudersftw · 2 years
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Waiting for Room Service is my favourite thing to do these days. My grandmother was telling me how she used to wait for stories that used to be released one chapter a month in a magazine during her youth. It just immediately reminded me of how I'm sitting here waiting for Room Service everyday haha I love it so much! x
This is the sweetest thing in the whole world and you will not convince me otherwise 🧡🧡 Thank you so much! This means a lot :')
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maraudersftw · 3 years
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Claudiaaaa!!!!! Many many congratulations on 1K people loving your work!! I saw your post & idk I just feel so happy. I've loved reading your work so much & I'll just keep going on and on if I continue.I just want to say much much love to you on this little milestone and obviously so much more to come considering the amazing talent that you are. Your stories are a blessing & have kept me sane on days when I was finding reasons to hang on. I love your writing so much and idk I'm so happy????!! 🥰
I've already re-read this ask about ten times, but my heart still feels buttery warm every time I read it again. Thank you so, so much. This is just... incredibly kind and sweet 🥺💖 Like literally one of the nicest asks I've ever gotten! I'm a puddle.
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alstroemeria-black · 3 years
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Amortentia - A Jily Oneshot
Summary - No, James does not get Sirius to say something stupid so they’d have a switch of positions because obviously Slughorn would put either one of them with Lily. Any one of them would do, really. 
Well I loved writing this as I was writing it and now that it’s all done with I can’t bare to even read it once again or edit it so here it is. James and Lily brewing Amortentia together in 7th Year potions class. 
Lily Evans, 7th Year student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Head Girl was pleased to say that she was perfectly normal thank you very much. Except, at the moment she was sure her skin was a darker shade of red than her hair and her heart was beating frantically inside her ribcage threatening to fall out. It reminded her of one of those fishes that she’d watched as a little girl when her father fished them out of the waters right onto the mud where they would beat their fins on the floor thudding loudly until, they stopped.
               “Yes, of course Miss Evans,” said Professor Slughorn beaming widely at her. “Would you please tell us all how you identified the potion?”
               “Yes, Sir,” she said trying to keep a straight face. “It was by its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen and the steam rising in characteristic spirals. And not to forget, its smell.”
               “Very well, very well,” said Professor Slughorn beaming widely at her. “10 points to Gryffindor. Now, before we begin brewing this incredibly powerful and dangerous potion, I might add, I need you all to understand very clearly that-”
And he went on about how ‘when you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love’ and the ill effects of Amortentia. Now again, Lily Evans 7th Year student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Head Girl was still very pleased to say that she was perfectly normal, thank you very much. For as if it were any other girl of her own age, in her position in all meaning of that word, they wouldn’t have been able to think straight. But here she was in a very normal state of mind, a very abnormal normal beating of her heart, a very abnormal normal flushing of her skin and a very normal feeling all over.
               It didn’t take her long to recognise the scent that overtook her when she entered the dungeons this fine afternoon, the odd smells and its vapours that she was so fond of, the smell of parchment, and him. But that didn’t stop her from raising her hand when Professor Slughorn had asked the students to identify the potion whose smell was wafting across the dungeons much to the chagrin of the content and grinning N.E.W.T level students. That didn’t stop her from answering, without a stutter or stammer mind you, when Professor Slughorn asked her how she identified the potion correctly.
               “Evans,” nudged an all too familiar voice from beside her. “Didn’t you hear him?”
               “No,” she said. Because no, she wasn’t perfectly normal as she claimed to be. She was a witch for starters, and a completely mad one at that.
               “Sorry, what?” said James looking a little confused. “You can tell him if you want to, you know. I would myself but he’d think I’m saying it just because I want to go back to Sirius.”
               “Sorry, what?” she mimicked with all honesty. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening.”
               “Day-dreaming are we, Evans?” said James with a smirk. “Slughorn teamed up you and me because Sirius gave away his masterplan of what he was going to do with the Amortentia we brew a little too loudly. Now he’s teamed with Peter instead.”
               “How is that going to stop him from doing whatever he wants to do?” she asked back knowing the answer very well, at least now she felt herself regaining her composure.
               “By all means,” began James and gave a dry chuckle whilst running his hand through his hair. “I think it would be very fitting if he’d join you instead. I mean, it only makes sense. Head Girl Evans and Sirius Black. Nothing could possibly go wrong.”
               “You happen to be Head Boy, James.” she said and she now lost count of how many times she had to remind this boy that he was in fact Head Boy and that they weren’t very different from each other. He took his duties seriously of course, but sometimes, many times, he needed slight reminding.
               “Will remember, -” he began but was abruptly cut off by Professor Slughorn who came and stood by them.
               “Is there a problem Lily? James?” he asked eyeing the two head students and looking down at the empty cauldron in front of them. “Everyone’s already beginning.”
               “Sir,” began James when realisation hit Lily. “We were just talking about how Sirius should be-”
               “How WE should be beginning soon,” cut in Lily. “We were just talking about how we were to be going on about our potion.”
               “Very well, very well,” said Professor Slughorn clearly satisfied. “It is of course of utmost importance to plan your potion before you begin concocting it.”
And with that, he was off to the front of the classroom proud and beaming at the struggling students.
               “I thought you just said no,” said James drily.
               “For something completely different,” she clarified. “Come on now, we’ll have to begin soon if we don’t want to be left behind.”
And so, they began. Lily dropped in the Ashwinder egg carefully as James carefully took out the rose thorns and dropped them in too. In went the peppermint oil and the moonstone and here they were completely oblivious to how much time had passed by as Lily carefully stirred the potion and James joked about the recent prank of the Marauders. They of course weren’t involved in anything to do with fishes and paints and colours and the ceilings of one particular classroom. Just when he was recalling how they had retrieved paint from a Something from Somewhere, Lily smelt it before she saw it.
There were spirals wafting slowly from the cauldron and James seemed to have noticed to for as he stopped talking and looked appreciatively at the cauldron. Lily stirred the potion once more and took in the feeling of the scent as it slowly wafted into her nostrils, right up her nose as it intoxicated her brain and spread into her blood and veins. Smiling slightly to herself, she looked up at James and stepped aside motioning for him to take a smell. She watched him as he grinned at her and said ‘Our potion Evans, I can’t believe it’s this easy!’ and took a long intake of the potion. She watched him as the smell overtook him, his body changing ever so slightly seeming to become divine as he took in the feeling of whatever, and maybe whomever he loved.
               “If not for Lily Evans and James Potter,” came the loud voice of Professor Slughorn from the far-left end of the dungeons. “It is of course, Amortentia! Perfectly brewed, both of you. Thirty points to Gryffindor for your commendable work.”
               “Thank you, Professor,” said James grinning widely at Professor Slughorn looking quite pleased with himself.
               Lily gave Professor Slughorn a wide smile.
               “Now, now,” he began as the entire class turned silent after their clapping and cheering and Lily was sure she heard some hooting and wolf-whistling, some that were directed at them somehow from where Sirius stood, something he’d be getting a nice telling off from her later on. “Can the two of you tell us what you smelled? You need not, of course if it’s personal. Miss Evans?”
               “Sir,” she began stalling some time. Now you see, this was one of those moments when you are suddenly confronted with the truth and you’re not sure if you can trust your mouth to see if it will co-operate with the ill, pathetic and lying excuse of a brain you have. “I smell parchment, vapours of our classroom and,”
               James. She used this time to clear her throat.
               “Coffee.”
               “Ah, lovely Miss Evans,” said Professor Slughorn beaming proudly. “Don’t we all love the smell of fresh coffee! Mister Potter?”
               “Sir,” began James grinning broadly. Lily took this time to glance at Emmeline Vance’s cauldron that looked extremely interesting today, ah, the fine material and the fine black colour whilst of course, paying stern attention to what James was saying.
“Leather, the smell of soil after rain and,” here he paused for effect looking around at the anxious eyes and excited faces of everyone who were watching him. “Coffee.”
               “Brilliant, Mr. Potter,” said Professor Slughorn. “I smell Coffee when I look into my Amortentia too. Now students, if you brew your potion correctly, you will be able to smell those things you obviously love and no Mr. Curran, I’m not going to lift the lid of my potion and nor will Miss Evans and Mister Potter.”
               Lily took a seat back and hoped she wasn’t flushing bright red or anything of that sort. Her heart was now again, doing all sorts of spectacles inside her ribcage and she wouldn’t mind having it beat one last time like the fin of the particularly greyish fish she’d watched her father catch last summer and then stop.
               “Coffee, eh?” said James making her jump out of her mid-day trance. “I reckon half of this class will end up smelling coffee in their Amortentia. Quite the smell, innit?”
               “Yes,” she said putting her potions book into her bag slowly as ever. “Yes.”
               “Now, Lily-flower,” began James and of all these seven years she’s known James Fleamont Potter, every time he began some sentence with the word ‘Lily-flower’, the end results weren’t all that nice for both of them. That is, a nice hex James’ way and a sleepless, complaining night for Lily and her roommates. “Wasn’t it only yesterday that you so politely were disinclined to acquiesce to Moony’s request to try drink some coffee?”
               Right.
               Right.
               “I suppose,” he continued again and though Lily fiddled with the insides of her bag, she could feel him smirking. “You had also mentioned how its smell was ‘sickening’ and makes you ‘want to pluck your nose out’?”
               Right.
Right.
“I mean,” James continued as though her silence was cue for ‘Go on’. “Coffee. It’s a euphemism isn’t it? For ‘the utterly handsome and good-looking man standing right next to me who also happens to be my fellow Head.”
               Right.
               Right.
This now again, was one of those moments when your brain wants to do something but your hands, your legs or like in the case of Lily Evans, the neck wasn’t very well under the control of it. Much to her disappointment, she felt her neck tear away from the bag to look straight at James Potter.
               “Right of course,” he said smiling as he put his scales and books back into his bag. “Where handsome becomes beautiful and man becomes woman for me.”
               Before she could come up with a retort or something cleverer to say, she was standing stupidly staring at the head of James Potter who was making his way out of the dungeons amidst the other students, hopping and whistling to himself. When exactly the bell rang, Lily wasn’t sure. But she knew one thing and she’d stay by it all long. Lily Evans, 7th Year student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Head Girl was perfectly normal and slightly in love. (And denial).
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gh0stlyink · 3 years
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I know nothing I say can help but I'm so so sorry about what happened with your worldbuilding notes for The Veiled 🙁. I can only imagine how it must be and even that terrifies me. Despite it all, you're still having the heart to work on your masterlist so that inspires me so much. Sending some sunshine your way x
Thank you for your kind words, they mean a lot to me. It really does suck, but it kind of teaches me to be more careful with things.
I can't let this slow me down, cause I got a lot of stuff I can work on until I feel better enough to start a new doc for The Veiled.
I'm glad I could give you some inspiration! I do believe that sometimes things just happen, even if it's just a mistake, and if you really wanna do something, that means you just have to start all over again.
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