#only words

[allo-frouto]

teasing a vibrator between your clit and entrance, but not touching either until you’re a soaked mess and babbling for something to happen next

Okay, where is this when I need it?

[behind-the-veil-of-sanity]

She comes in darkness with candled crown, in our darkest of days She walks among us, the bringer of light She carry us all, through the shrinking days towards rebirths of earth, heart, and life thirst. She departs in darkness but leaves a lasting light – behind.

[on-fic-writing-spree]

Dukeceit Failed Soulmate AU Part 4

Notes: are ghosts a trigger? I’m not sure. This kinda vaguely implies them.

“Janus...”

The voice echoed softly from behind Janus, a feather-light rap on his shoulder. There was some part of him that knew this wasn’t real, but he still couldn’t find himself moving or doing much else differently.

But that voice...

”Janus...” it echoed quietly again. But it fell on deaf ears as Janus looked forward at the car crash. He wanted to stop himself, but he but he found himself unable, bolting back through the forest yet again.

He hadn’t heard that voice in ten years. Not since he was 17. He was almost 27 now.

It echoed again, softer, quieter...

And Janus woke up. Staring at his ceiling blankly for a while before flipping his pillow to the cooler side and trying to sleep again.

Progressively, the voice got louder and louder each dream, calling out to him. As the days went on, different short phrases became a bit more and more complex. The first one had been “Janus” and the most recent had ended with “you can’t hide it forever.”

And Janus was starting to think he was going crazy.

While Janus would love to deny he had any clue what that phrase meant, something about it wouldn’t leave his mind. He searched every other possible meaning for the phrase. But no, he knew what the voice meant. He knew what their voice meant. And he’d do anything to make sure the voice was wrong.

A knock at his bedroom door made him snap out of the thoughts. He set his tea down on his desk and called for Ree to come in, who hadn’t even waited for a response before swinging the door open. Ree was just like that, and Janus didn’t really mind. Ree strolled over to Janus’s bed, plopping herself there and crossing her legs. Before Janus could get a word out, ready to ask what Ree would like to talk about, Ree already started speaking, leaving Janus with his mouth open with no sound coming out for a moment before he closed it. “I want to go back.”

Furrowing his eyebrows, Janus nodded a bit, his jaw locking up until he forced himself to calm down. He’d miss Ree, but if that’s what she wanted, he wouldn’t stop her. “If that’s what you want.”

“I want you to come with me.”

“You—what?”

Ree threw her hands around in some nervous gestures as she continued to speak. “I mean, obviously not right this very second, you have work at like... ten if I remember correctly? But whenever you have time, and it’ll just be temporary of course. I want to go back. And I want to go back with you.”

Janus blinked a few times, dumbfounded. He swiveled in his chair and lifted back up his tea, taking a tiny sip and gulping it down, but not setting back down the cup, having mainly wanted it for the comforting warmth the cup provided. “So... you want me to go back with you. Back to your soulmate? Do you want me to meet him?”

Ree shook her head and stood up, slipping the cup from the other’s hand and sipping at it before cringing softly, her nose crinkling. No sugar. How disappointing. She handed the other back his cup while she began to speak again. “Not unless you want to. I just wanna visit again. See if there’s anything worth staying for. Making sure I’m making the right choice.”

Janus nodded along softly, not minding when the other swiped his drink. At least she didn’t spit it back into the cup this time. “You have doubts?” he asked softly, tapping his first finger on his right hand lightly against the glass as he waited for an answer.

“No. But I never do. So I just want to be sure.”

Letting out a breath from his nose, almost a laugh, Janus smiled down into his cup. “Yeah. We can visit. Can we give it a couple weeks though? My boss’s patience is running thin with all the missing days. Says the company can’t function without me.” Half of that was played up, but Ree didn’t need to know that.

“Yeah. We can wait a while. Maybe while I’m waiting I can work on making an actual resume.”

“I’ll help you with it. Don’t worry too much about it, you’ll be fine,” Janus waves off lightly.

Ree smiled at that. “Thanks Janny. You’re the best.”

“I am, aren’t I?” Janus joked, though there wasn’t hint of mockery in his voice. Ree slipped back out of the room and shut the door behind her, and Janus swiveled back to face is desk, elbows resting on it as he stared ahead for a moment.

“I’m totally, utterly fucked.” And if Janus didn’t know better, he would’ve sworn he heard that voice whisper “yeah you are” in the faintest echo behind him.

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[4tiro]

I do not know where I am going

I know only that each day is hard to get over

Each fucking day is a battle to win

Work, kids, home, work, kids, home

Don’t get mad

Don’t get mad

Stay focus

Stay focus god damn it

Don’t get mad

Don’t yell

Be a good mom

Be a good person

Don’t get mad

Fuck stop it, don’t think about him

Don’t fuck him

Don’t go out

Stay focus

Work work work work

[in-my-thinking]

the deepest pain

I’ve felt yet

came from arrangements

of the alphabet

[shannaraisles]

Chapter One

From: Bram Kenric ([email protected]) To: Joanna Aubry ([email protected]) Date: 06.14.42 Subject: Arrived safely

Safe here, tents pitched, temporary office being built. Phone reception is non-existent, and the power's being conserved as much as possible until we have a fully charged lodestone to power the equipment, so it's just emails for now.

Oh, Jo, if only you could see this place! The Frostback Basin is a marvel, it truly is - filled with flora and fauna the likes of which I've only seen pictures in the library. The Inquisition has set up a main camp along the shore of the largest lake, a mile or so from an Avvar hold. They're still working on establishing a foothold, so we've not been able to do much investigating ourselves beyond the camp, but the artifacts here are astounding! So much just lying around, waiting to be found.

I've attached a few pictures of what I have so far - the fossilized remains of a campfire dredged up Alamarri knife hilts from the late Ancient Age, and what I think are Orlesian buckles from the early Divine. Early contact with the Avvar suggests they have oral traditions that reference an expedition of "lowlanders" here centuries ago. Even that small indication proves that we're on the right track, and I would never have even thought to explore this area if it were not for you. If things continue in this fashion, we may even find the last resting place of Inquisitor Ameridan himself!

It isn't all easy-going, though. The ground here has a tendency not to be there when I put my foot down - Scout Harding is constantly telling me to look where I'm going. She caught me from falling off a cliff I hadn't even realized I was scaling yesterday. She's got marvelous reflexes. And her eyesight is amazing - she's the one who found the ancient campsite. I was standing in the remains of the fire when she pointed it out. Felt like a fool for it, but she just laughed at me. The way you do, when I miss the obvious.

Speaking of which, I found your ring in with my tools. Should I send it back, or hold onto it? I can't speak for the postal service between here and Orlais, and Lady Harding doesn't seem too sure that anything of value will make it out of the Basin. I do worry, though - won't it be harder for you to stave off the questions without the ring on your hand? You've a key to my quarters in the university; take my mother's ring from the locked drawer in my desk and wear that. I'll not leave you to the wolves for lack of ornament.

And I'm sorry for the way I spoke when we parted. You're not less important to me than my work, and I should not have implied otherwise. But you've your own research to be getting on with. How is your paper on early elven influence on the Chantry coming? I hope you're giving those rusty farts on the university council what for. Wish I could see it.

I have to end this now before the power dies, but I wanted you to know I'm here safe and that you were right about this place. I'll send more tomorrow.

With fond regards, Bram

[summerkiska]

In celebration of finally sending my book off to my editor, I’ve made a fun Freya character aesthetic!