love is a bloodsport

Y'Shtola Rhul in the Hannish Wool Autumn Shirt

Lia Duarte, lead singer of Fairy Punch ‼️‼️‼️

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rules: it's time to toot your own horn and find appreciation for your own writing by posting your personal favourite sentences/lines/quotes/paragraphs of your fanfics or original fiction. choose as many works as you'd like, (preferably they're already published somewhere but it's fine if you've never posted your writing but want to take part in the tag!)and let yourself (and others!) fawn over your literary talent! the goal of this is to read your old writing and find things that you love and are still proud of weeks or months or even years later!

A snapshot of Anki's past:

He imagines that is what God’s vengeance looked like to those who spoke of it in the Bible. The flames that eradicated everything in its way. He imagines this is what the boy in front of him sees as he stares up at Anki, his bloodied nose the least of his worries. A blockade, a warning sign. If he has hope that he’s going to make it out of this, he hasn’t been paying any attention. And for a moment he almost feels guilty.

Kendis after an unfavorable encounter that showed vulnerability:

Jerkily Kendis removed their clothing, carefully placing them on the bed, the need for ritual taking over even the impulsive desire to rip everything clean apart. [They did indulge in flicking their hairtie pettily against the wall. It twanged with such force it actually managed to bounce before it fell toward the floor.]

Prompt 'fruit' for summerinwayhaven

“Did Nate let you in?” Tina barely resisted flinching. She had been so busy surveying that she had missed the slight shift in her friend’s posture. Kendis was now eyeing her from the corner of their eye. Tina rushed to deny the claim, wanting to spare her reluctant co-conspirator any trouble (or else he might not be any type of co-conspirator in the future) and dim the severe frown that marred the face of her typically mischievously grinning friend, as she bit the bullet to dare enter Kendis’ domain, “No. I slipped inside when he was leaving.” Kendis stared at Tina for what felt like an unnaturally long moment. She met Kendis’s gaze head-on, only releasing a breath when a smile twitched at the corner of the taller person’s lips, and they rolled their eyes. “Ugh,” they scoffed. Dramatically, Tina thought. Not that she’d say it … in this moment, “he should’ve kicked you out. What a wimp.” “Oh, yeah, your super tall secret agent vampire not-a-boyfriend is totally a wimp. And not at all because he’s polite and nice and takes pity on your worried best friend.”

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“Darling, did you order –” He paused when he noticed one of the hands holding the two coolers upright wriggle at him in some sort of wave, “Who – Kendis? Kendis! Oh, my.” He immediately reached to take one of the coolers from her but she shooed him away with a nudge of her foot against his calf. (Thinking on it later, he would consider she probably meant to poke at his ankle.) He was too bewildered by their presence to even note the streak of dust and dirt left on his pants.

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His eyes remained shut as he tried to catch his bearings. More accurately they were glued shut. A mixture of grit and fear kept them in the same position. If he could, he would have done his best to keep his gaze shut from the world around him but his body refused to comply with his wishes. And he, Sylvestro Barnes, knew that no amount of ignoring the person who had dragged him into this situation would cause the other person to lose patience. The bastard had waited him out before, there was no way he wouldn’t have issue waiting for Sylvestro now that the other man had him right under his thumb.

from an old mini-narrative, circa early 2020s

She took a careful step closer, and cocked her head like a bird inspecting the scavenged sight left before it; clinical — displeased. She huffed out a little laugh, a disparaging sound. “That little bitch.” She closed her eyes slowly and breathed in just as carefully. “Crafty.” Lupe murmured, curious. Crafty yet disrespectful. She supposed that summarized who and what the town had been dealing with for months. “The body isn’t decaying.” Lupe turned to the group – she almost looked impressed, still very much displeased, yet impressed. She mulled her words for a moment before she continued to explain: Even a body set to be preserved by human means was set to decay, eventually. But the means preserving Cass were far from human. It was almost as if magic was holding her death hostage.

From an IF that will never be, Unbelieved