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I am alive. Barely but alive.. here is to the next few months being challenging in all the right ways. Tagging @indestinatus and @mrsmungus if they feel like sharing. I hopeyou are doing great ladies.

THE CRESCENT OF FOOLS AND FORGOTTEN TIME ⤳ a wip (re)intro

Lucille Carmine is not one to relinquish her hold on someone once her wicked talons have sunk into them, as Jayce all too painfully learns once more. He’s pulled into her employ again, Lott jumping in after his best friend, tasked - under extreme duress, of course - to retrieve The Liminality Paradox. Previously thought to have been nothing more than a bedtime story, Jayce and Lott find themselves unwillingly heading to The Crescent of Fools and Forgotten Time, right into the heart of The Fool’s domain, a place where time and space lose all meaning, where everything that has ever happened is happening all at once and where nothing ever happens all the same. A place where the ends of the universe could be nothing more than a hop, skip, and a jump away, but the five feet in front of you could stretch out to infinity and beyond. A place where the insane rule sovereign and the sane are grinded to a dust, folded into the ripples of the Crescent. All to steal an artifact of untold power for one of the most dangerous overlords of the criminal world, and to lay even more unchecked power at her feet for her to abuse.

STATUS: querying

GENRE: urban fantasy / heist / comedy

MEDIUM: feature film

WARNINGS: description/depiction of wounds, death and pain (will be modified as necessary)

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I don't normally do posts like this but oh. Ohhhhhohohohoho. This was too good to pass up.

From Lock the Last Door (CW: mentions of period typical sexism and misgendering):

I made it halfway up the porch steps before I saw it. Them, really, a thick little pile stacked up and glimmering in the moonlight. I paused, my bad hand shaking from how hard it clenched. Soap bubbles, I thought, iridescent and wet, right in front of the door. Like a child played there before coming in at their mother’s call, leaving only memories and residue behind. This was a business trip I was on. When that lady entered Keller and Queen’s, frantic to find her runaway son, my boss thrust the case onto me. He’d been giddy with relief, babbling about how this job would be easy, how all it needed was ‘a woman’s understanding’. The poor woman didn’t get it, even after I opened my mouth to interview her. Through the door, I saw Carmine struggling not to laugh at her desk as our boss made a fool of himself, her sweet face twisted with amusement. Yeah, there are two people in the whole city who never fail to treat me as a man. Carmine’s one of them. Looking at those soap bubbles, listening to that music floating through the air, something in me ached. What I would've done to have her with me. Carmine and I are a hell of a team. You get used to having a partner on jobs, and when they’re gone, it’s like you’ve lost a limb. But she needed sleep. And frankly, so did I. I looked closer at the bubbles. They didn’t move in the breeze, oil slick rainbows shimmering on every one. Did the kid make that mess? At fifteen he seemed a little old to play that kind of game. Maybe there were other kids with him. The thought made me grimace, pinch the bridge of my nose with my good hand. Fantastic, I thought. Just what I needed, a bunch of rowdy little bastards to try and send home. I shook my head, stepped forward and grabbed for the door knob. The bubbles cracked under my boot like a hundred tiny bones.

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The word today was SINCERE and I actually have this one! This is a snippet from "A Night at the Brass Sword" my 90s horror WIP.

“Damn.” “You said it.” Ziva shook her head, “You guys don’t play.” A man in a comfortable looking swivel chair looked over and Kat followed his gaze. She smiled when she saw Ziva. “Hey Ziva, look at all of this! They have cameras set up already, and multiple sensors to monitor ghost activity. Two of them are night vision equipped cameras of course.” “Nice babe. Who are you?” She gestured to the man. He was handsome in a nerdy way with tousled black hair and stubble from his upper lip to his Adam’s apple. He had big round glasses and seemed to have a hearing aid in his left ear. “Pardon?” He gestured to his ear. “Sorry, uh, I asked who you are? I’m Ziva.” “Ah, the girlfriend.” His smile was sincere and utterly disarming. “Kat told me a lot about you. You both seem like good people. Sorry we all just barged in here like we owned the place.”

@dyrewrites see sissy, I am participating!

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Longer snip from one of Esolie's early chapters in Until Then.

Content Warning for Child Death and Funerals

I am back. Sort of. lol

RL has been crazy, and nothing has settled down. I am trying to make it a point to take care of my health and sit down to write rather than nap all day (autoimmune disease bad days have been brutal lately).

Next chapter of Saudade is in the polishing stage and should be ready to go this week.

I have a ton of tag games I plan on getting to but it's still a little overwhelming to answer them, so I thought I'd start with daily sips introduced to me by @mrsmungus. Feel free to join in and tag me. I'd love to see what you have.

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Aria

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Cory sighed heavily as he raked leaves into a pile on the football field of John Adams High. He still had ten yards left to go, plus bagging the leaves and taking them to the trash. If that wasn't bad enough, it was a record hot October day.

He paused for a rest and leaned on the handle of the rake for support. He could see Shawn in the distance carrying several large trash bags to the dumpster. Shawn had a discouraged look on his face; similar to the one he had when his dad first left. Cory scratched his head. Shawn had been abnormally quiet since Miss Andrews left for New York, and Cory wasn't sure why. His friend had been in no mood to discuss it when Cory tried to ask about it that morning. In time, he knew, Shawn would talk to him. Until then, Cory wished he could do something to make Shawn feel better.

It took them very little to shed their clothes. Between “what if Tali wakes up” and the way their bodies instinctively searched each other, they ended up pushing their pants down just enough to feel the other’s skin rub against their own. It was a desperate useless dance, the one they performed. It was the last hopeless attempt of an albatross that seemed destined to perish, instead of soaring.

Tony and Ziva are falling apart. Between couple-retreats, weekends in Schwarzwald and the occasional panic attacks, this is the story of those untold moments.