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[ceefm85]

Merry Christmas for those who celebrate! I have wrote a short byler one-shot in which Will Byers sings in his local choir, and Mike Wheelers church boredom suddenly changes.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/76288711

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[ceefm85]

oh, what to do when there’s the urge to write, read, edit, and draw, but the days are too short and the school work takes over …

[spongelll]

me walking to the bathroom at 3am in a massively oversized shirt, using gay fanfic on my phone to light the way

[telugxrl13]

get a friend like inej, she’s such a girls’ girl

[ceefm85]

The Pyramid - A short story inspired by the song, and by Coyote Ugly.

Dim orange lights hum overhead, making her skin glisten like chocolate left out in the sun. A gold ankh necklace dangles from the corner of a vanity mirror. Cleo leans over the table, exposing the soft dips and curves of her back. She slides eyeliner sharp across her eyelid, barely acknowledging Frank, who is resting into the comfort of a leather chair, and the quiet ambiance of jazz. Mindlessly, he raises the cigar to his lips, inhaling in, exhaling out.

“You always get ready like this?” He asks, breaking the silence between them.

“Like what?” She replies, her focus remaining on her reflection.

“Like you’re going to war.”

She smiles faintly, reaching for her glitter powder. “It is war. You just can’t see the weapons.”

She stands, revealing her fishnets, and the gold chain belt that rests above her hips, perfectly complimenting her black lingerie. He tries not to stare, but can’t help it.

“Does it bother you? That men look at you like that?”

“You mean the way you’re looking right now?”

He falters. She moves towards him, close enough that he can smell jasmine and musk.

“They pay to pretend i’m a goddess. You? You came here for free. So who’s really worshipping who?”

Cymbals crash from the floor below, her cue. She sets down her brush and heads for the door.

“You coming, priest? Or just gonna stand there like you’ve seen the devil?”

With that, she disappears. He hesitates - then follows.

⃤

“Set the cheetah’s on the loose!” shouts a hoarse voice, and the doors open. A mix of rowdy regulars and curious newcomers crowd the place, their voices flooding ever corner. Frank is handed a glass of champagne as Cleo steps atop the bar. The room is drenched in slow, orange light, and a song pulses like a heartbeat through silk. She matches the pace, moving softly as if she were a whisper of sand.

Frank sets himself down on a bar-stool, drink untouched, eyes locked on her as her hips draw patterns in the air, ancient and deliberate.

She vanishes behind a black velvet curtain, before appearing again with two others, resulting in a roar of eagerness. She grabs onto a silver pole, her back arching as she drops low, one leg out, and head thrown back like she’s offering her throat to the gods.

The chandeliers tremble from the force of the crowd, glasses of whiskey and rum collide with the counter, and a man two stools down with a head full of hair whistles at her. Frank’s jaw twitches, but Cleo doesn’t react. Instead, she flips upside down, legs a perfect V against the ceiling glow, then slides towards the bottom with a practiced grace that looks effortless, but is brutal on her muscles. The crowd hollers.

Then, just for a second, she looks down and finds Frank.

They hold eye contact while her hips rotate around the pole like it’s the centre of the universe. She told herself she danced as an escape, not for him, or for the crowd. But for this short moment as the world slowed, she questioned whether that was true.

She lands softly and slides down to her knees. She crawls across the bar towards a tipped over glass of whiskey, flicks it upright, and looks at him again. Almost like a wink, more-so like a dare.

Then she turns away, and her show’s over. He has killed Cleopatra.

[This is a first attempt at writing a prompt like this, criticism is welcome!]

[bluestargent43]

i grieve them everyday btw. if you even care.

[l3st1b0urn3s-707]

Just here to remind you of the time when Kaz passed out on the wagon to the Ice Court and only Inej's voice made him wake up. And also of how he kept thinking about Inej to avoid passing out again.

[ceefm85]

i will never forget having to read about matthew in anne of green gables. i have still not recovered. awae matthew cuthbert is so wholesome !!!!whyyyyyyy whyyyyyy

[ceefm85]

i started with ‘planning’ my novel in 2023… i still haven’t finished worldbuilding, and have no plot outline 😃 (nowhere near what my map looks like now btw😭😭)