019. Slave: Seven Hundred Years Word Count: 643

024. Power: Mercy Word Count: 1,115

036. Never: Cut Short Word Count: 1,658

071. Pain: Pain Word Count: 893

007. Awakening : Going Back Word Count: 440

014. Coffin/ Buried: Six Feet Under Word Count: 857

034. Broken: Did You Ever Know? Word Count: 786

085. Indifference: The Pieces Word ( Read more... )

This one to announce that thewitchhouse has OFFICIALLY STARTED - those already on the roster, get on over and just reply to the main post, start tagging, etcetera. Don't bother with intro posts for the moment. The nighttime cycle will start probably on this coming Sunday; short day today, folks.

Secondly, I saw this picture:


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I have a Dreamwidth account! I don't expect to be fully migrating over there unless things change in the near future, but I'd love to keep track of people and be able to read the things they're posting over there. My username is (as usual) minviendha. :D

Starting up thewitchhouse, applications are, I expect, to be continuous. We shall see, we shall see...

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So I've finally gotten back to writing in Other's World! This makes me incredibly happy.

Yaaay, return of the original writing. XD And it's actually...going somewhere omg. What a novelty.

...I need some water and sleep.

Inspired by carolinelise, I rewarded my productivity today with some literary-Sims-making. :D

( Pictures, because I can - Stark children, Lymond, Felix, and others included )

                So when they brought him food, he refused to eat it. Refused to touch it. Refused to even look at it. He turned his face to the wall and braced himself for death.

He could have taken anything they threw at him. He could have resisted any force, any brutality. But when he saw Manny weeping, when he heard her threaten ( Read more... )

                He hated the word. It sounded so small, so pathetic, so childish.

The ring closed tightly around his flesh, her voice whispering how he was hers now.

He’d come to her room, bowed stiffly, watched her with the usual wary dislike, but then things had changed.

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            Lucivar shifted in his cot and listened to the bugs chirping in the night, trying to sleep. All he could do was count down the seconds, waiting, because he knew that they would come tonight. He still hurt from the last time, from fighting so hard, but he knew he had to keep fighting back. They pushed, he’d push back. It was the only way ( Read more... )

    Lucivar moved through the routine slowly, feeling the tug and pull of healing and healed muscle, stretching as he continued to get back into the familiar rhythms. The Eyrien stick was a comforting weight in his hands. His wings at his back, unfolding and furling, adjusting automatically to every shift in his weight, still made him smile, even ( Read more... )

 Here I am in Math with time to kill and a laptop to kill it on...woo. I think I am getting sick, which is a bummer because I have a 10 hour commitment to work for someone on Saturday and hence will actually have money on Sunday, yaaaay. Unfortunately, this means I will not be able to complain to anyone about being sick. Man.

21 days left of school ( Read more... )