Hello, How Are You These Days?

hello, how are you these days?

ahhh hi! i'm doing much better these days :))) got a bunch of workload and short responses to do, but we're trying to thrive lmao.

hope you're doing well!

I KNOW I'VE SEEN WPDL GROW AND DEVELOP THAT I FEEL LIKE I'M ITS GODMOTHER

no lmao but in all seriousness, i'm so glad you're still working on it! and i genuinely hope the archives respond soon, that's awful that you have to wait for it )): YES. books are so helpful! lots of them have really good insight to history - though you're right, documents are much, much better

14.5k WHOOOOOOO! oh God, I understand the not-so-fun filling in part haha. AND YES. "this love" by ts is so, so good. all the nostalgia vibes (also august by her EEK).

it's nice that you're bouncing back and forth! wish i can say the same... it's hard to get into writing once you're outside of it in a way, so i've resorted to drabbles somehow. i'm really hoping i can start my myth & folklore research up again soon, and start outlining!

I'M SO GLAD LIFE IS GOING WELL! it suddenly got SO cold here, it's unreal. pumpkin patch! no way! i love thattttt. and AHHHH. CONGRATS ON YOUR PROMOTION! so well deserved. and i hope the wedding went well!

TELL ME HOW WHERE PARADISE DIED AND LIVED is DOING bc last i remember it was still in the research works and i was so invested and then i disappeared but i missed it so HERE I AM

also let me know how you've been! and how life + writing has gone! <333

HI AVE THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABOUT WPDL YOU KNOW IT'S MY BABY

I'm still working very slowly but surely on it! It is currently at 14.5k words and I'm still waiting for the Archives to respond to my request (bureaucracy strikes again 😭) BUT a new book came out a few weeks ago that I bought right away and it more or less answered the question I was wondering about anyway, so I'm somewhat satisfied—I still want to get that response for the official documents though!

I've written quite a few of the most important scenes, which leaves all of the not-as-fun filling in to do, hence the reason for some slow down. I also got sidetracked for a hot minute in writing an essay on how "This Love" by Taylor Swift is the ultimate theme song for Sophie lmao. (Haven't finished that either yet, typical.) Literally did not touch any of my other WIPs in all of August just to focus on WPDL and was super productive; then I felt a good refresh and recharge to go back to BHE, so I've been bouncing back and forth between them in the last couple weeks.

As for myself, life is going well! I'm luxuriating in the proper arrival of fall and cooler temperatures! I'm going to a pumpkin patch this weekend! I got promoted at work! And last week I went to my best friend's wedding as her maid of honor!

Thank you for checking in my sweet friend! 🥺 <3 xxxx

30 DAYS, 30 LINES CHALLENGE

Day 25, 9/1/22

From Where Paradise Died and Lived:

"You’re too much. I admit it."

Tag list: @canofpeaches @wayoftheghost

softdom!ari levinson x naive!reader | kinktober 2022 summary | you're convinced you can take him, but you can't

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warnings | size kink, breeding kink, dd/lg, dark/dom/soft ari

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CONT.

“I want you!” You cry, wiggling on Ari’s lap. God, he’s so infuriating. Every time, your best friend leaves you panting and wanting him, but then he pulls back, smug. Sometimes stiff and restrained, making you wonder if there’s something wrong with you. As you squirm against him, his hands go around your hips, stilling your movements, and your breath can’t help but hitch when he stares down at you, eyes hooded and intense. 

It’s this Ari that you’re unfamiliar with. Daddy, he whispered in your ear when he fingered you once, and you cried the name without a second thought. He likes to be called that—Daddy. And you realized that you liked saying it, too. You feel safe around him—though you shouldn’t. 

When he leans in, you shrink back. Like a prey realizing that they don’t have the upper hand anymore. And when he jerks his thigh so that it hits you right there, you fight back a whimper. 

“You can’t take me, baby,” he says softly, mocking you. He’s disappointed that you can’t handle it, and it just makes you more determined. “You’re so tiny, my cock would split you in half.” 

It can’t be that big. But your mind turns to mush when he grinds you against his thigh again, tugging on your hair to devour your mouth. His tongue runs along your lower lip, and you clutch his shirt, reduced to cries and please.

You just want to feel full. Full of him—and that’s what Ari wanted. Wanted you reduced to a jumbled mess like a dumb baby so that he could fuck you senseless. Until you squirt around him, until you pass out. 

“But… Ari,” you whisper. “I can take it.”

“Mhm. Like you took my finger the other day?” The thought of it drives him insane, so desperate to fuck you. Just this morning, during your sleepover that you thought you had, Ari woke up with his nose against your panties. It only took him mere seconds to rip off the shred of fabric and reduce you in a puddling mess while he ate you out. 

To help ease your ache, he told you, and you believed him. 

He doesn’t even need a proper excuse anymore: you’d let him do anything. 

this. this is how behind on life I am. ALSO THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT.

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Last Line Tag!

Tagged by @sleepyowlwrites , thank you kindly!

The following is from a new WIP I've started off, "The Commonwealth Calls". Still so new that there's still not much there, but I look forward to getting more for it!

Steel Clad Coffin

On all sides, smoke plumes against stormy skies shrouded the land in a darkness only lit by the fires of burning machinery and rubble, the only trophies of this most sudden war. Under the sleet grey sky, thunder and lightning were drowned out by the rumbling booms of far off howitzers and the crashes of their sent-off greetings, the cracks of rifle fire finding home, and above all the growls of the great machines that sallied forth into battle. A pair of such machines, two ACV-612 Chariots, glided and sailed across the open road that cut through the wide plains and open farmland, bearing down on a wide hill at 65km/h. Drawing closer, Major Hilda Goyan, her armtrack in the lead, finally crested the ridge before her. Out in the lowlands before her, peering through the turret mounted periscope with its streaks of rain, she could see the rest of A Company, 4th Liichtu Hussars lined up in their own armtracks, ready to move up with their commander's arrival. She flipped on the Company radio, and sounded off. Alright, folks, let's get moving

Welcomes for anyone, and I'll tag @moonscribbler , @athenswrites , @mj-is-writing , @sanguine-arena , @moonlitinks