#iwtv#interview with the vampire#amc tvl#sam reid#jacob anderson
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Lers who are millennial age and older have one distinct advantage if you’re the type who enjoys writing on soles:
Cursive 😈🖊️
Anyone else have those few hyperfocus songs they attribute to a particular fic? And anyone else use those hyperfocus songs to help step back into the headspace of a fic they haven't touched for over six months?
WIP Meme
Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag other people. People can ask about the title(s) that most intrigue them!
Tagged by @darkwingerduck! I really only have a couple of WIPs – most of my stuff is just done and hasn’t been posted anywhere (sorryyyyy)
As Winger did before me I’ll put a couple sentences of whatever anybody asks about in my reply to that person!
A GOLDEN CONSEQUENCE ch.3 (fated not to be a WIP for much longer)
Paraklausithyron
TEMPTATION’S HOOK
BINARY PHOENIX pt. 9: BLEEDING THE TIMELINE
wip un-wednesday?
Tagged by @thevikingwoman, @galadae and @myreia - thank you ♥
Tagging @wickedwitchofthewilds, @ma-sulevin, @kagetsukai, @bearlytolerant, @darethshirl, @galadrieljones, @karygurl, @redwayfarers, @impossible-rat-babies, @coldshrugs
you ever start writing something that just to prove to yourself you can write it? at this point this has become a spite project for myself anyway here's some alyzenos AU
It should be impossible for someone of his size to move so quickly. It should be impossible for anyone to move so quickly. In the time between heartbeats, she’s pressed up against a cliff, sharp edges digging painfully into her back, his fingers wrapped tight around her throat. “Sheathe my sword,” he says calmly, and she wonders at his choice of words as she fumbles about, hand trembling as she struggles to find the slot that will house the weapon in its elaborate case. It takes a few tries before she succeeds, a soft schink as the metal slides home. “There,” she wheezes. “Now let me go, you asshole!” He returns his own blade to the scabbard leisurely, as though he has all the time in the world, undeterred by her frantic attempts to free herself. Hand now unoccupied, he stares down at her, taking in the sight of her in all her battered, bruised glory. “You will do,” he remarks cryptically, before lowering his head and capturing her mouth with his. His tongue runs across her lips; there’s a sharp sting as the cut there reopens, and she tastes iron when he slides his tongue against hers.
Julia, singing: William! My friend and I got into the wiiine!
William: I can see that.
Just had a story accepted! Squeee!!!
For Christmas, can we get Professor John Robinson a MacBook or something? If you’re advanced enough for interstellar travel, you shouldn’t be writing things out longhand.
