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sarahowritesostucky · 2 months
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All meta, imagines, character profiles, and excerpts from the upcoming e-book: "Until the Snow Melts"
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Quick Character stats: Verne and Lucas
Couple Profile: Verne and Lucas
Quick Character stats: Bo
Excerpt from Ch 1: "Talk Me into It"
Exerpt: "That first, thrilling, arterial spray"
Nobody Cares about your OCs
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Recently it snowed all across London, so here's how I think the characters from TMA would find it!
Jon: Goes on about how impractical it is, tells everyone that he's been late to work because of train delays due to ice on the tracks. (He's really late because he stopped to make a snowman.) he keeps going out to "get some air." (everyone thinks he's chainsmoking but really he just wants to look at the snow)
Martin: Absolutely LOVES the snow. He's out initiating snowball fights, he's writing poetry about how 'the earth is covered with a duvet of icy hopes' or something like that.
Tim: Having the time of his life! He's building snow forts and joining Martin in snowball fights.
Sasha: Is also having the time of her life, and is the only reason they managed to build the snow Fort without it falling down.
Basira: Loves the snow, but from a practical point of view it makes doing things really annoying. I feel like she's got a really cool pair of snow boots though.
Daisy: Doesn't like it. Coats are bulky and slippery floors make the chase a pain in the arse to do without falling over.
Elias: Loves it... But always goes on about how "Back in the old days the river (Thames) used to freeze over and we'd go out skating on it!" The old days were the victorian era.
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Xue-gongzi: Don’t cry anymore. Remember to lay me to rest someplace closer to you, and don’t erect a headstone either; it will look a bit too desolate and lonely. Plant a cedar tree instead, alright? It can stay green for all four seasons, yet will appear a head of white hair when covered with snow. The snow of the back hills will never melt. Bury me beneath the tree. In this way, I will always be able to accompany and brew tea with you in the snow. Xue-tongzi: There won’t be a next year. Have you forgotten? The Burial Snow Heart Sutra that I cultivate with, it will reverse my aging and restore my youthful vigor once every four years. The spring of next year will be the time that I break through the last level. If I break through it, my body and memories will be restored anew. I will forget you; I will forget you entirely. Xue-gongzi: If you forget me, that’s good too. I can’t bear for you to always hold a grudge against me. Xue-tongzi: How could I hold a grudge against you? Xue-gongzi: You will. You will resent me for abandoning you, and for making you live all by yourself in loneliness. Xue-tongzi: You bastard good-for-nothing! Then you can’t die! Xue-gongzi: Didn't we always say that the weather outside is sunny and cloudless for ten thousand li on end?
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Xue-gongzi: Is the outside really as good as he claimed? If there is a chance, I would really like to go out to take a look. Xue-tongzi (Adult): Is it that you feel this place is no longer fun, so you wish to leave? Xue-gongzi: This place really is boring, indeed. It’s a world of ice and snow, every day of the year exactly the same. But rest assured. As long as you don’t leave, I won’t leave either. I will always accompany you, so we can be bored together. Xue-tongzi (Adult): That’s more like it.
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Xue-gongzi: Such a vast and dazzling place, I seem to see it now. It really is as I dreamed. I’m going to go first and take a look for you.
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Xue-tongzi (Adult): Long time no see. Are you well?
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rainbowkookie · 4 months
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the way I just wanna shake young snow so hard and put some wisdom into his mind not because he's hawt and I wanna be a part of his construction crew but simply because I hate to see wasted potential and snow truly had the potential to change the hg world for the better if he had just tipped the scale towards good instead of evil. but i also know thats the kinda thought thats gonna land me in the said construction crew so im just gonna draw the line there and "F U Snow"
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crimeronan · 4 months
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who up owling they house. anybody want to watch toh while i'm recovering from the adrenaline of driving an unequipped car over ice. it's been a half hour and my heart is still beating so hard i feel like i'm gonna die.
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youareunbearable · 1 year
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I was listening to Blood Upon The Snow by Hozier and GOD what a Himring theme like imagine???
Maedhros is newly "healed" from his 30 years or torture, just gave up his throne and crown to his uncle and is determined to travel east to build his strong hold against Morgoth. Everyone is worried, like yes he's technically healed but Maedhros has a… violence to him now. He is colder, both at the touch and personality wise. There is a glint in his eyes and his brothers (and cousins, and his aunt and uncle) all look at each other with worry behind his back as he now prowls as he walks.
Maglor is the most worried. He's more in tune with the world and the Music around them, and while Maedhros' song isn't twisted like the thralls they've met, it's brassy now. Before, back in Valinor, Maitimo used to sound like a string quartet, complex and intricate, like a beautiful glass mosaic that told a whole story without words and still let light shine through upon everyone in a splash of rainbow beams. Now, there is a thrumming undertone that's deeper, richer, that makes the almost word filled song of the strings become shrill, like they're crying out. The bass undertone sounds like the marching of an army and the strings sound like a death wail of the doomed. It makes Maglor's skin crawl as he watches his brother, not knowing what to make of the change in Song.
He listens, and he follows Maedhros. Climbs with him up the tallest, coldest peak he finds in the east. The mountain is cold, the wind is biting, and the snow is deep-- not that that is a hindrance for the Elves, but the horses have to trudge through snow that is basically up to their chests. The music here is also cold, sharp woodwinds nipping at the ears and shrill strings that rattles his bones. Maglor opens his mouth to complain, to urge his brother to turn back down this damned mountain when he finally breaks through the cacophony and hears his brother's song.
For the first time since the darkness engulfed Valinor, Maedhros' Song was steady, quiet, finding peace and blending into the rush of Music wiping around them. Maedhros himself looks at peace, eyes closed and face upturned to the weak sun. Between the rich red of his hair, regrown down to his shoulders since they had to shave it after his rescue, and the deep scarlet of his Feanorian robes, Maedhros looks like a spot of blood upon the snow. Maglor shivers, suddenly overcome by a vision of his brother drenched in blood, mouth curled into a snarl like a feral animal, surrounded by endless white and red all around him.
Maedhros begins to hum, a low tune that does nothing but send shivers up and down Maglor's spin.
"Brother, please, let us leave. There is nothing for us here, maybe if we keep travelling east there will be a better place to set up camp." Maglor begs, walking closer to Maedhros.
"No." Maglor freezes at the word. There was an undercurrent of command, of steel. "This place speaks to me, I will make our stronghold here."
Maglor gapes, he looks around at the barren mountain. Nothing but rocks, and snow, and sparse shrubs. "Here? Really?"
Maedhros nods. "Here. Her name shall be Himring, and she will withstand any siege." He hums again, the notes low and easily swallowed up by the wind. Maglor with his keen ears could pair the simple tune and worried at his lip when he noticed that it was actually a very basic version of the Song that screamed around them.
If he listened closer, he could almost hear the words in the Song. His heart clenched as he watched Maedhros turn and begin ordering their men, getting the wheels of creation of their base set into motion.
Maglor looked around the mountain side again. He could feel the glee of the mountain, at how the rocks thrummed beneath their feet and snow. It felt vicious, like hunting dogs straining at their leashes, an eager glee that felt almost bloodthirsty. Maglor just hoped that it just would be directed towards helping their cause, and not be their downfall.
To all things housed in her silence Nature offers a violence
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cannibalmutual · 2 months
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a story told in three parts
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bestjeanistmonster · 1 year
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put that silly witch in a silly coat /nf
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He is slaying
(I really wanna wear that jacket now)
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pa-pa-plasma · 1 month
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i feel like a lot of people ignore the fact that in a lot of places, bicycling just. cannot be done for half the year, & that's why public transport being good is important. i cannot bike in 5 feet of snow & ice or in 40c heat. i can't even walk in that, unless i have the energy to snowshoe or a bucket of ice water to chug.
"but I can do it!" good for you. unfortunately i live in Berk (snowing for 9 months of the year & hailing the other 3) & cannot unless i want to die. also disabled people exist. & children. & people who live in a place where everything is no closer than 30 minutes away, & 30 minutes in -30c can kill you if you can't afford a good pair of boots & a good coat. i may have bike paths but the river floods past them every year. what do i do then? bike on the highway?? just let me take the train
#people who live in places where the weather is always nice (aka not trying to kill you 75% of the time): you are an outlier#where i live the temperatures range from -30c to +35c give or take. snow hail thunderstorms tornadoes all that shit too#''biking is so fun! even when it's raining!'' dude ima be real with you. it is ice raining. i do not want to be coated in wet ice#do you know what snowmelt is? it's where all the snow melts in the spring & then fucking floods everything#it's freezing dirty water & it kills people because people always underestimate The River#i am not riding my bike through that. it's always colder & deeper than you think & there is always a current even if you can't see it#''but it's not like it's the ocean'' dude. water aint fucking around salt or no#you may look at The River & think ''that's just a lake. seems calm & nice'' but you'd be wrong & you would die from your foolishness#this shit is connected to the Great Lakes. those fuckers are fresh water seas. i do not fuck with that#it's great you live in a place where biking all year round is feasible. but i cannot do that even if i wanted to#''but what if the weather's been nice lately'' then you'd be falling for fool's spring#where it looks like it's getting warmer & then the temperature drops & it snows a whole bunch again#& then it warms up & then it snows again. repeat until like May#we just want good public transport okay i get that exercise is good but i'd rather not risk my extremities for it thank you
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sarahowritesostucky · 3 months
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So, I've got this e-book I'm writing (If you know me from over on Ao3 then you've probably heard me blabbing about it before). Self-publishing romance novels is a long-time ambition of mine, and this will be my first one!
You'll see me posting under the L.T. Swann penname, and I hope you'll all reblog, chat, and just generally get nerdy with me about the characters and the world I've built.
"Until the Snow Melts" is a m/f/m erotic romance, featuring werewolves, wilderness, and found family. It will be available for purchase in e-book format this October, 2024, on Amazon.
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I can't wait to geek out with you guys over this.
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darkwood-sleddog · 4 months
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Okay the “fun” of a power outage has lost its luster..
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fleshbeetle · 5 months
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Treasures from the riverbank, part I. October & November 2023.
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smashwolfen · 5 months
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Hjgkfjsoehfhd its the most magical thing when you walk home and the very first proper snowfall of the season comes down on ya out of nowheres AAAAAAAAAA!!!! ;W;
Its even more magical when the brunt of it, a full on flurry of the big snowflakes hits ya when this plays on your ipod, its just-
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The vibes hit so hard help the snowflakes are so big and fluffy and covering the ground Im so excited!!! ;;w;;
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and-stir-the-stars · 10 months
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I think the ending where Elizabeth is trapped in the other world could be a mix of both good and bad ending? Like she needs Michael's body to escape the other world since she doesn't have skin And is now tied to other Williams domain... She knows that what she's going to do is going to basically ruin Michael's life but she doesn't really have any other options
Also I just came up with the idea of the fun times being the twisted remnants of the other family! Like Other William has no more need to keep app the illusion now that Elizabeth is in his realm and just kind of stops caring about keeping the other family in good condition-
Probably once she got out in Michael's skin She kind of hang out in there until the 3 of them found a more permanent plan... Michael would probably be mad that his body is destroyed
Reading this ask made me suddenly imagine Liz posessing Mike; it gives Mike a bunch of trauma about not being in control of his body but at the same time he feels guilty because he knows there's no other way for Liz to return to the real world without it. So when Mike and Liz finally return to the real world and work through their issues, Mike and really really young Liz both have shared custody of Mike’s adult body. Sometimes Liz is in control, sometimes Mike is, and they try to share as equally as possible. Mike has gained control of his body to find ribbons in his hair many a times.
the Funtimes being remains of the other family is so clever, especially with all the parallels the Funtimes have to the Afton family already.
Once Liz has been captured and their purposes completed (assuming other Mike and Evan and Francine weren't reduced to dust or killed while trying to help Liz escape), the costumes they've been forced to wear melts into their bodies; their bodies become elongated and inhuman; their skin hardens, their teeth sharpen: their coloration fades away into Funtime-esque shades of white and cream and ash.
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fleshdyke · 1 year
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something ppl who live in hot places don’t realize about snow is that it gathers in these absolutely fucking massive piles in parking lots from the plows and then it gets very very dirty like to the point the snow is black and grainy and then it very slowly melts and they stay there until like june
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guinevereslancelot · 3 months
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snowdrop emoji when
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