#mmmuses

NB: this is actually something that’s intended for a future fic - not a snippet of that fic, since I haven’t written it yet, but a future idea that fits this prompt, which will be expanded upon in a proper fic at some point.

“Marry me,” Philipdemands. His chest is heaving, his eyes wild. Vera feels blood dripping downher arm, sweat trickling between her breasts. Her knife, the knife he gave her,is slippery in her hand. There’s blood there, too. Between them, a body coolingon the floor. She’s never killed at such close quarters. She’s only once seenthis much blood on her own skin.

“We’re alreadymarried,” she reminds him, still breathless from her exertions, from fightingher captor with tooth and nail and steel.

SURPRISE!

Chapter 10: a battuta Fandom: Poldark - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Demelza Carne/Ross Poldark Characters: Demelza Carne, Ross Poldark, Caroline Penvenen, Dwight Enys, Verity Poldark, Andrew Blamey, Francis Poldark, Elizabeth Chynoweth, Zacky Martin, Drake Carne, Samuel Carne, Hugh Armitage Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Biting, Finger Sucking, Blow Jobs, Masturbation, Cunnilingus, Light Bondage, Food Kink, 69 (Sex Position), Ice Play Summary:

definition: a note or notes that precede the first full bar; a pickup

Demelza Carne is a week away from starting her new career as a professor of music history and theory at Truro College, excited to begin a new stage in her life, devoid of the philandering ex-husband who broke her heart. And it is her heart her friend Caroline is worried about.

Well, perhaps not worried. And maybe not Demelza's heart. The night of her big 3-0, Demelza spots a tall, dark-haired man who can't take his eyes off of her during a pub crawl in Newquay. Chat leads to snogs leads to a night of passion Demelza never experienced before. In the morning, he is gone and all she knows is his first name: Ross. Throughout the week, she cannot get him out of her mind. His hands, his mouth, his body, simply...him. She looks for him and finds glimpses of him in the people and things she encounters: the luxuriant black curls of her regular barista; the eyes of a black cat belonging to her neighbour. Yet, she never finds him.

Until he walks into her lecture hall.

A Modern Romelza AU

(via https://open.spotify.com/user/124195881/playlist/1pQYPQaUTszdgJanQDoZEf)

Fic Writer’s Week 2017-Day 2B: The Muses

On day 2, we are to use our own talents to show our appreciation for fics we like. Since I didn’t learn of this celebration until this past Saturday, I didn’t have time to write or draw anything.

But I am a musical person. I love music. It inspires me. If writing were like painting, music is that extra dab of color mixed in to make the color mix more vivid.

Another one of my favorite fic authors is @mmmuses. To show my appreciation for her writing talent, I decided to create a playlist based on the work in progress, anacrusis, which is from the Poldark fandom (this one is explicit, so please heed the warnings). The playlist contains music referenced in the story. There are other pieces of music on this list that are not in the story, but they remind me of this story. 

There is also a You Tube playlist I created if you don’t want to sign up for Spotify. 

Liner notes after the jump. 

You’re good people, Sparks.

Demelza could hear the rustling of clothing being pulled on as Ross went about getting ready for the day, but she was finding it  exceedingly difficult to rouse herself from the warm nest that was their bed. Prudie was in the kitchen already, banging every pot and pan as she prepared breakfast. Jeremy would soon be in for his customary morning kisses. So she just lay there, eyes closed, listening to the comforting sounds of everyday life in her home, content to remain there forever.

“Mmmhmm,” she purred when her handsome husband brushed his lips tenderly against hers.

“No,Ross, it’s not necessary,” she said for the umpteenth time. “I can fix itmyself.”

“I don’twant to hear it, Demelza,” Ross threatened.

She nowregretted ever mentioning the leaking toilet. “I’ll just ask Sid if I canborrow his tools.”

“Sid?”

“He livesupstairs.”

Rosshuffed. “That college bloke?”

“He’s asurgical resident at the Royal Hospital,” she explained.

Thepause was long enough that she was sure their call had dropped. “I’m coming over,” Ross growled.

She squeaked.“But it’s after nine!”

I’m glad you’re happy sparks.

They were happy together. Ross and Elizabeth didn’t ‘kiss’. They found a way to include Ross’s internal monologue. They kept in THAT conversation between Ross and Demelza, bringing emotional honesty back to them.