#caswaim

[chellendora]

I'm gonna go to this job every day I'm gonna work hard at this job But when I get off, and on the weekends I'm living my life up. I'm going to make money Save money And spend money. I'm going to start building My life My career My happiness.

[chellendora]

Rereading my own fanfiction like the shameless narcissistic ho I am

[chellendora]

So because it's been awhile since I weighed decided to tonight and I was beyond pleased to discover that I've lost another 17 pounds. That brings me to a grand total of 32 pounds, 8 pounds away from my first major weight loss goal!! I'm so excited! I started at 240. Now I'm at 208. First major goal: 200 Second major goal: 180 Tentative final goal: 160 I'm 5'8" and curvy so I can handle the extra pounds well but damn I can't wait to be at my target weight and feel better.

[caswaim]

[82WwTD] Escape

“82 Words with The Doctor”

The Doctor skids to a halt and you collide headlong into his back, stumbling and falling onto your arse. “Hey!” you blurt indignantly.

“Dead end, I’m afraid,” the Doctor says in his usual airy tone. Ahead of him there was nothing.

Nothing but a pit of molten lava, that is.

Your heart began to beat more rapidly. Standing, you look behind you down the long hallway to see the giant alien centurions charging toward you, like the boulder after Indiana Jones.

The Doctor whips around to you, a childish - and impish, if you looked close enough - grin on his face. He held his hand out to you. “Do you trust me?”

With my entire being. “What?” you ask numbly, even as you take his hand.

Then you’re plummeting toward the pit of the volcano, gripping the Doctor tightly. Your horrified scream catches in your throat with your breath and you close your eyes tightly.

But you collide not with liquid fire but a solid surface, and the two of you roll until being stopped by a wall. Opening your eyes, you see the interior of the TARDIS and feel the near irresistible urge to weep tears of joy.

The Doctor had to pry you from him as you berated him: “DON’T EVER DO THAT AGAIN!”

[caswaim]

A Note on "82 Words with The Doctor"

I've already written drabbles/ficlets for the first 31 words, and as well as for two words later in the list. So I will probably be updating with at least two a day until I catch up, and then I will post them as I write them and update this masterpost accordingly.

I hope everyone that reads enjoys, and don't be shy to drop me a line to let me know what you think, whether it's good or bad. Just please, be nice. I love receiving constructive criticism, but it's important to keep in mind that this story is also a writing exercise for me.

Long live the Doctor!

[caswaim]

You had nowhere to go. The Doctor could go anywhere. You fit like Yin and Yang.

Reader/11!Doctor

I just updated "82 Words with The Doctor" for the first time in forever, inspired by the series premiere!

Follow the link to Lunaescence, or find it on GotV and AO3!

[caswaim]

“A kick in the teeth is good for some, but a kiss with a fist is better than none.”

It was a very different change of pace than you had imagined; and what you had imagined had already been beyond anything you knew. But it was your niche, your place. In this city of Kirkwall, capital of oppression and greed, you found not a home exactly—but a duty. There were so many here that needed help. You, Abigail Amell Hawke, would do what was necessary to help them.

Anders/reader/Fenris

I just updated my Dragon Age II fanfiction “Kiss With a Fist” with chapter thirteen! Anonymous reviews are allowed, so please drop me a line about what you think! As a writer I can only improve with feedback. (:

[caswaim]

"A Tender Moment" [Language, Scenes of a Sexual Nature]

by C.A. Swaim, 2012

For a moment, Shane just lay on her back and looked up at the ceiling. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, a light sheen of sweat causing her to shiver as the air ghosted over her body. She rolled to her right, trapping her arms beneath her as she lay on her stomach and gazed over at the man beside her.

His black and blue hair was disheveled, plastered to his face and neck with sweat. His chest, too, rose and fell with deep breaths, and his skin shone. When he felt her eyes on him, he turned his head to look at her, half a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“We’ve been married a year, why the fuck didn’t we do that sooner?” asked Shane with a cheeky grin. They both knew the for real, no fun reason why, but at the moment that didn’t matter in the least. 

Kiyoshi laughed, and Shane admired the roll of his Adam’s apple as the sound fell from his lips. Unable to resist, she released one hand from beneath her and ran her palm across his chest. Her fingertips felt the strength of the muscle, the taunt feel of the skin. In response he rolled to his side, wrapping one arm around her waist to pull their bodies together. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and then put his own forehead against hers.

Shane smiled, feeling the flutter of happiness overtaking her mind. She hadn’t felt this euphoric in a long time, and she couldn’t describe the feeling as anything other than what it was: Love. When she looked in his eyes, she saw it. She felt it when he kissed her, his lips moving passionately against her own. The protection she felt when his strong arms were around her, it was nothing like she had ever felt before. She could submit to this man – she could trust him.

He chuckled, his hand moving to cup her face and direct her eyes to look into his. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, but she did not feel the probing sensation in her mind that indicated he was using his natural born power to read her mind. He only wanted to know if she wanted him to know.

She felt so grateful in that moment, and the only way she felt she could express it was to lean forward and kiss him. She lingered there for a long time, completely engulfed in the feeling of how his lips conformed to hers, how her nerves danced when his fingers brushed across her bare skin, and the warmth of skin – it was intoxicating.

“I think,” she purred in his ear, “I would like to fuck you.” She smirked.

Kiyoshi smirked as well, their moment of tenderness easily erased by a feeling of primal lust. Without warning, he gripped her biceps and rolled her onto her back as he came to straddle her. She yelped in surprise and then giggled, grinning up at him.

He memorized how she looked in this moment – her blonde hair splayed over the mattress like strands of gold, her red eyes twinkling with mischief. Her long canines glinted in the light of the lamps, adding an edge to her smirk.

And he felt a surge of true love.