#aasoaf

ALSO

Shadow passes,

Light remains.

VICTORIA ETERNA

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you guys im so happy about this you have no idea 😭😭😭😭 I worked tremendously hard this weekend to get finish it off and I'm literally over the moon about it. tomorrow in writing group i will be reviewing what i have for the FINAL arc of the story and once i finish editing that, it will be a matter of editing The End and this edit is done.

Jumping on @tabswrites open tag here because I love to share a cool line every now and then!

From AASOAF 3:

Limbs and blood were all which stood between us and the captain’s stateroom, so we made merry with them, wasting the lives of those positioned between us and their most precious cargo.

I was tagged by @willtheweaver here, thanks so much!

A line introducing a character

The face of one with two different colored eyes met me—one was the silvery blue of a full moon and the other was hazel, vibrant, like an autumn sun.

A line about dreams

Evils of all kinds plagued my dreams in the moments I tried to find rest. They were flashes of color, weighed down by a brand of desperation sharp enough to scrape the soul from the shell of the body, but not sharp enough to fully pry it away.

A spooky line

Her hair, wild as it was, did not obscure [her face], but there was a strange shimmer where it should be. No matter how many times I blinked, the space between her chin and her forehead was garbled, as though I were looking into a mirage.

A line where a character questions themselves/ their beliefs

“I—” Wanted to say ‘yes.’ The source of my torment was gone. I should be grateful! I should be relieved! And yet, what was different? Was anything really changed?

A sarcastic line cheating a little on this one bc i dont really write a lot of sarcasm so have the equally rare jokey-banter

“Ye nay think she been good for me, x’fida?” I teased. “I think you ruin most good things, x’fidi.”

Tagging (gently): @void-botanist @tabswrites @oh-no-another-idea @monstrify @sugar-phoenix and anyone else who wants to play!

Your lines will be:

a line mentioning an item

a line describing nature

a line about light

Mariel is a party girl who confesses her love for every other drunk girl in the women's restroom and then swears she's never drinking again the next morning while she bags groceries at the local supermarket and in the same breath planning her next outing with the cashier (Sartor, mayhaps lol)

Fay is a sigma grindset bro with a 4AM morning routine that includes one hour for 'Brainstorming' and insists polar plunges are life changing.

Wilkes is that kid on the playground who 'has shields' OR that kid at the pool who asks you why your parents are divorced and hes NOT supposed to know that. As an adult, he schedules meetings at 4:30PM on a Friday, consistently.

I was tagged by @teamdilf here, thanks so much!

Tagging (gently): @acertainmoshke @void-botanist @oh-no-another-idea @paintedbutton and anyone else who wants to do this!

From AASOAF 3:

Helter-skelter. Kirik wouldn’t stop saying it when I arrived at his open-air berth in the crow’s nest the night before. He’d made room for me, I remembered, wide-eyed and disturbed as I’d never seen him. His face kept coming in and out of view as the night swell of the sea rolled beneath us, knocking his humble lamp about against the mast. It was as though he were a ghost, caught in its spectral wanderings, stunned and silent. The slick black shapes of the waves shattered the moonlight as they rose, bearing us along, frustrated and wishing for us to break, too. Whenever his face disappeared I wondered about Mariel. When it came back… “Helter-skelter.” “Aye, Kirik, aye. Helter-skelter.” But it wasn’t the roiling that set either of us adrift. It wasn’t pleasant and with the ship’s pitching magnified so many feet in the air, we were mostly rooted to the ground, but we’d flown in worse, we both knew as much. So we stayed down, passing a pipe between us with every confidence the other wouldn’t drop it, and waited for the turbulent waves to pass. No, this wasn't troubling, rather, it was the hidden space of our minds which tormented us, putting the same long, troubled look on our faces as we were beat back from the quickly receding shore of rational thought.