#quickfire

@aschlindartroom seemed to sense I would be content to be a lurker forever, so she tagged me in the find the word game thing. I still have no idea how tumblr works, so if I fucked up my first blog post blame her. The word choices were distance, deep, dawn, and dance. It definitely was eye-opening for sure as I hadn't actually looked at one of my WIPs in months, as I am nearing the end and endings are scary. They mean revision is coming. Anywho, words: Distance

Though her body went through the motions of adding blood to the bowl, her eyes stared off into the middle distance. Her nose was twisted, and the cut under her cheek showed the flecks of a broken scab, but she looked anesthetized to it all. Even the cut on her forearm did not seem to matter, though the steady drip of her blood to the floor thundered in Nathaniel’s ears. None of it seemed to bother her; she had walled herself off inside until the only thing left was a shell. 

Deep (NSFW)

“I think-I think you might be a succubus,” yawns Trevor. He tries to convince himself to sit up but his core muscles refuse. Jackson laughs. “Nah, I’m nothing so commonplace as a succubus.” “M-met many have you?” Jackson only smiles, and places a cigarette between his lips. He lights it, and sucks in the smoke. “Well, you must have survived a succubus then. Because you’ve learned all their tricks.” “Is that so?” “Well, I mean, you d-drag me to your underground lair,” he explains, but he feels the reasoning spiraling out of his control even as he opens his mouth. “You ravage me senseless. I haven’t talked to anyone else in days. And you’d think I’d get bored, sex this frequent should have— I dunno, the longest marathon I’ve completed before this was a day? Maximum?—” Jackson leans and gives him another kiss. Implausibly, Trevor feels himself rise. He almost dreads it, but his body is already aching with the need. He could pour and pour and pour himself into Jackson’s hands and never find the bottom of his desire. “I’m pretty sure you’re trying to suck my soul out through my cock,” Trevor says when he finally pulls away. Jackson laughs, full and deep from his belly. 

Dawn

The boy lay on his back inside the cave. His fingers ran along the vines, which Runa guessed were the same she saw him through when her magic spilled out of her and into the weaving. She supposed whatever magic she had worked revealed the path to where he lay now. The cavern stretched and opened behind him, glinting as the hollow light reflected off the standing pools. Steam rose from them, light and shadow alike as vapor twisted and caught the fledgling dawn.

Dance

The sky was a scattered field of stars, so vivid Runa was certain if she stretched out a hand she could pluck them as easily as flowers. She blinked, disoriented, too tired to do anything but watch them dance across the sky. Her mind floated somewhere beyond her body, so far it was difficult to distinguish where it ended and the sky began. Memory could not touch her so far above the world, and as long as she drifted among the stars she would not feel the pain of being alive.  In exquisite detachment, she found an inexorable peace. But the peace could not last forever: as the dark of night went deeper, the glinting armor of the valkyries joined her in her flight. The sight of the greenish blue lights flickering across the night sky plunged her back into her body, where memory could touch her.

I did the thing, aschlind. These selections are from my WIPs Mayfly and Quickfire. Mayfly was a smut exercise that decided it wanted to be a bridge novella between the first duology of my World Tree Saga series.

(Also, I should stop trying to go to bed early.)

For @tftrickstergod.

You flex your new found bulging muscles, smirking at the mirror. Body Roulette worked perfectly this time. Sure it took a few times getting through the boring 9 to 5′ers, but you landed finally in a winner! Swapping out with a stunner from Vietnam needing a vacation from his training, you had no idea what Bao was experiencing in your old body; nor did you care. These thick thighs and veiny arms are too perfect to think about your old life. 

You look around your room, medals and awards line the walls. Mr. Vietnam 2018. Pictures of Bao at various weightlifting championships, flexing those thick muscles for every photographer within a hundred meters. You open the window over looking the incredible skyline of Hanoi. This place must be worth more than you used to make in a year... per month! Designer clothes in the closet, expensive jewelry on the vanity, shelf after shelf of protein powders and supplements. Yes, it was going to be work, but luckily you had a bit of a head start thanks to your “former tenant.”

Red Joan (2018)

Directed by Trevor Nunn

these are both quickfires done for my Illustration Markets class. The first was a draw in your style [insta @koteri.ink] and the second was to interpret a word from the Oxford Dictionary's obscure words (ouroboros for mine).

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