#lost writing

[theoraekenslover]

I, once again, lost a fic that I really loved and I need help finding it.

So it’s a Joel Miller fic where he’s traveling with Ellie and reader (possibly a fem oc but I’m pretty sure it was reader) and at one point they have sex and Joel’s like really rough, not knowing it’s her first time, and once he finds out like the next day when she’s in pain in the morning and he’s like “why did you tell me? I wouldn’t’ have just stuck it in there if I had known” and it’s multiple parts, three I think but maybe more, possibly 2 but I’m almost certain it was 3.

[thehomeofthelost]

Since I'm feeling a little bad about how my writing has been coming along, or more accurately how it hasn't, here's a snippet from one of my works in progress.

And now, without further delay, here's a snippet of;

Home of The Lost: Fallout

[Note: The title is also a wip, and will be changed on full release to match the others]

The Lamb starts to shake. The force, the emphasis on that word, on vessel, he knows it must boil the lamb’s blood. He intended it to. He grits his teeth, an action he hopes they cannot see, knowing that he has to do this. “Surely, my lord, you can just take the Crown back? You need not-”

-

“What did you expect to await you at the end? I am Death itself, of course only I would await you at the end of your path. Now approach, vessel, and lay your life down at my feet.”

It wasn’t enough. They still hope.

Five becomes four, becomes three, becomes two, becomes one, becomes... nothing.

It has been thousands of years.

He just wants to be free.

“And what, keep you alive? Your purpose is served, vessel. You cannot argue with fate. Serve your final purpose-”

“Is... is that all I was to you?” Their voice drips with desperation. “Just a vessel, a pawn of fate meant to free you and no more?” Their expression is pleading, hoping that they are wrong and he will laugh, and tell them he was testing them, to see if they were strong enough or worthy or something.

The pause before he speaks is more telling than the words said. “...Yes. It’s all you were fated to be.”

[dbaydenny]

Alexandria

what have your flames devoured,

how much should we mourn?

We know your awful story,

but none of the things you lost.

.

D W Eldred

[lesbian-thesbian]

“Something primal lurks in me, and I suspect it lurks in every woman. For some, it lies dormant. For others, it has been starved by abuse. For me, it grows stronger every day. I could fight to contain it, but why? It is others who chose to provoke it. Others who poke it with sharp sticks and strike it whenever they please. Why should I deny it the chance to strike back?”

— excerpt from a lost diary (1934), unknown author

[petitjeanofficial]

Being aware of the sound of the bell, does not mean that the bell belongs to you. Likewise, being aware of thoughts, does not mean the thoughts belong to you.

Wu Hsin (The Lost Writings of Wu Hsin: Pointers to Non Duality in Five Volumes)

[sapetals]

09:37

So for now.

I'll keep a space at night,

for when you decide to come by and visit me.

For I now know,

that it will take more than a summer,

to let go of you.

—

S.P

[isas-bell]

masculine

accomplice,

a dictionary asleep,

the noses never meet bitter almond pralines all while a cat steps over the paperweight epithetical postcards so heavy now a ship carries them into yawning tides

and on someday i wear a skirt that takes me seen along female horizons.