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here, have these dumb random lines from a backburner WIP:

"You're boring, Vin. Bland. You ever eat bran pellets? They taste like cardboard. My physician says I gotta eat them, for my fiber intake, y'know. When I eat them, I lose my will to live. I don't even wanna eat, I just wanna die. That's how you make me feel."

"I'm not the distraction—I'm the main attraction."

"Do you ever slurp noodles with such vigor that they get caught in your throat, and to save yourself from the embarrassment of choking, you reach into your mouth to pull the noodles out, but you end up choking anyway because your fingers are down your throat?"

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hello here's a sample page from my magazine (maybe?) wip

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death of an artist

you remember when you were seventeen and wanted to go to art school but your mother said no and you cried yourself to sleep because she was thinking of money while you were thinking of dying

you gave up on painting and music and writing you gave up on singing and photos and drawing because even though your mother was wrong mother always knows best

and now you are half your mother's age with two diplomas and three degrees and she asks you why you aren't rich yet from all the art that you make when she sees everyone else is successful doing what you love(d)

you have nothing to show for anything and you have convinced yourself that nothing is what you deserve and every year is another year older and you have to wonder if you will live long enough to be able to say if only if only I could start over

and even though death is frightening you tell yourself it probably won't be so bad after all you haven't really been living since when you were seventeen and thinking of dying and already carrying your own coffin  

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text:

Few things came close to the [beauty] of the morning sun. When Adreis awoke, she was surprised to find herself pressed up against Alia. She drew back, hoping that the movement would not stir her friend, and she lay in quietude whilst staring at the ceiling.

It was beautiful, the way sunlight painted the room in a warm, tender glow. The day was new and young. But still, she did not want to leave the comfort of the bed. And of lying next to Alia. She wondered if that was a strange thought, knowing little about her. But there are many ways to know someone, and even if all the [euphor] in the world bled dry, Adreis was confident that life would still have its moments of magic.

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untitled wip | “driving to lighthouse park” 

The sun was close to setting, but night seemed far away still.

“Come on,” Errol said, looking back at me. As he did, his hair flew over his eyes, and he flashed a smile, and I wanted to kiss him right then and there in the churchyard.

“Where?” I asked, following him as I always did, as I always let him lead me.

He said nothing, and he pulled me, fingers climbing down my wrist, leaving imprints on my skin that no one would ever see, but that I would ever feel.

We jumped into his uncle's old Ford Capri, handed down to him proudly, and proudly received at seventeen. It was a dull orange now, all scratched up with rust-coloured slits like the skin on Errol's back. The leather seats were cracked, and I'd asked him a few times before if he'd ever considered having them reupholstered.

"Nah," he'd said one time, one hand on the wheel, his free arm over the headrest, body turned to me. "Wouldn't be the same."

It didn't matter to me how the car looked, but bringing it up was my way of telling him it was okay to indulge himself a little. Because I knew Errol didn't like spending money on nice things. He didn't think he deserved them.

As Errol drove—he refused to say where, only that it was a secret—I reclined in the passenger seat and rested my eyes while he skipped through his playlist.

I let out a bare laugh. "Why don't you just remove those songs?"

"Because I still listen to them. It's just"—he finally settled on one, taking his finger off the button—"I gotta be in the right mood for them."

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well this is really rough but 👀 basically what’s happening here is that Adreis is in the “dread state” and Illarion’s like ~goddd just leave her she’s attracting bad energy and spirits~ because he thinks she’s cursed and is gonna become evil at some point ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Alia (Alessa) doesn’t believe in gods and fate so despite what ~destiny~ and ~prophecy~ say she’s not about to just abandon Adreis. but like... Alia’s mission is to murder her, so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  well we’ll see what happens won’t we

note: Illarion and Alia can communicate telepathically

"What if we cover her eyes? Will that work?"

"No. Even if she's blindfolded, even if her eyes are closed, if the Fade spectres want her to see them, she'll see them."

We are close to the City of Shadows. Illarion's voice broke through to Alia's mind. It'll be better for everyone if she dies out here. We should have left her.

Alia turned to face him with a hard look, hoping he'd know she was judging him. She walked toward him, holding his gaze, and spoke in quiet anger through gritted teeth. "She's a malnenean. If the spectres get to her, they'll turn her against us before she dies. And then we'll have to deal with the entire Fade. Perhaps a whole different curse." She turned to walk away, but continued glaring at him as she added: Are you so jealous that it's why you've been making such ill-fated suggestions lately? She hoped that would hurt him, knew it would sting at least. She left him with that and returned to Adreis.

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This is from a WIP that used to be called the spectacular quiet (TSQ)

I brought in my brother’s old monitor so I could play games in here. Asher’s using it right now, playing Breath of the Wild. Since I don’t like people sitting on my bed, he’s on the floor next to it. He’s got his bottle of Soju, and propped up against his knee is a pack of cornick. I keep telling him he can’t eat with his hands if he’s gonna be touching my controller, so he just tilts the bag over his mouth.

Lydia’s on the floor reading a book by Reese Weston. I don’t know how she can focus when Asher’s swearing at the Bokoblins.

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