So... Something happened that unfortunately killed my motivation :( For the last few days, I've just been scrapping prompt ideas but! I'm getting back and revising those to post for tomorrow! I ended up hoarding a bit which I'm actually happy for, I can queue them up to finally have a consistent posting :D Gonna be posting twice a week!
Also gonna be continuing the Swan Lake story too now that I'm getting back up, still struggling with ideas but hey, at least my motivation came back to pull through for it!
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THOUGHT GAINED: INFERNAL ENGINES
PROBLEM
The world is ending. You know it, your neighbor knows it, the dealer knows it, the jailer knows it, the king and all his men know it. All one has to do is look around to see it— the future is curdling into something pale and incorporeal. The infernal machine that is this stupid world is going to blow, sooner rather than later. So what are you doing? Why are you still here? Why is anyone still here?
SOLUTION
You are doing the only thing worth doing. You are living. *Why,* you ask? Try and remember now. Remember your mother’s hand on your shoulder. Remember the taste of a fresh catch. Remember the times when you were kind to the dogs in the valley and they did not bare their teeth. Remember the weight of a child on your shoulders. Remember the stars throwing their light against the wall of sodium and smog. Remember singing until your throat was raw. Remember crying just as loudly and publicly, and the gentleness with which someone opened your curled fist and pressed a handkerchief into your palm. Crying, laughing, running, eating, screaming, haunting, loving, fighting, fighting, fighting. The fight fuels you, and you fuel the fight. You run yourself ragged just for a chance to keep running. You never stop. You cannot stop. The world depends on it. *You* are the infernal engine. You are the world. And, simply put: you want to live.
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Just a little PSA- I didn’t have time to edit tomorrow’s All the King’s Horses chapter tonight and I have fifty thousand things do to tomorrow, I’m going to try really hard to get it edited and posted tomorrow, but if not I will have it up on Saturday! I’m so sorry!!
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dacryphilia
The very worst thing you can do right now is bore me.
Caleen shudders. “You’re not going to believe me anyways, are you?” Her voice tremors, and Dedra wants to hear it break.
“No,” she says slowly. She can feel a smile tugging at her lips. She fights like mad to suppress it, and fails. It pulls at her lips, threatening to split them, and she lets her teeth show. “I suppose not.”
Or; The Interrogation Scene and some bonuses from Lt. Dedra Meero's point of view.
Or; Sophia "Dyke With Bad Taste" A-Flickering-Soul saw this
and this
and THIS
and thought, "How can I not write the most reprehensible, terrible, Dead Doveish 2.6k words about it?"
Mind the tags.
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