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[kat_lair]

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Boring stuff I've done today despite my stupid body

• Updated a lecture
• Written feedback on a dissertation draft
• Washed dishes
• Changed cat litter
• Prepped dinner
• Unplugged bathroom drains

Fun stuff I didn't get to do today because of my stupid body

• Swimming
• Sub boy

Things that are still good

• Reading some comfort fic
• Skyping with mum

Thigs that still do sucketh

• My body
• Still don't have prescription

Things I'm going to do tonight

• Drink some alcohol
• See if I remember how to write (doubtful)*
• Watch some stuff on youtube

 

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*motherfucking words. remember that time i used to write? and it was good? wouldn't it be nice to have that again?

idfk, maybe some word sketches? snippets from longer fics i'll probably never write but you'd like me to? want to give me some prompts and i will try for, ughhh ten sentences minimum per prompt? they may not be great sentence but there will be words BY SATAN.

pls?

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[kat_lair]

...literally stared at both 1 and 2 for the longest time, like both are delicious and i could not decide... But the pov decided. Qing Ming seemed easier to write. So sex pollen it is.

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The demon laughs. The sound grates his ears, sharp and full of pain. This one is beyond help but not beyond sympathy, and Qing Ming feels a twinge of regret at having to put her down. It doesn't last long, because the next moment she is running straight at Bo Ya, claws extended.

Qing Ming runs to intercept but he's too late. The demon reaches Bo Ya, who draws his sword, and she... Laughs again?

Qing Ming sees through her plan the moment she spears herself on Bo Ya's sword, not even trying to defend herself, much less attack. Bo Ya's eyes go wild with surprise and she just keeps coming, until the tip of the sword pushes through her back, and she's flush against him.

"Now you'll know," she says and seals her lips on Bo Ya's shock slack mouth, pushing her last breath into his lungs.

"No!" Qing Ming shouts, grabbing her by the shoulder and yanking her off, Bo Ya's sword sliding free with a wet sound. But she's already dead and Bo Ya...

Qing Ming lets her body fall to the ground, the soft thud of it buried under the panicked beat of his heart, like a war drum breaking through all his training.

"Bo Ya? Are you...?"

The question melts in his mouth like an ice-chip, cold dread trickling down his throat. Bo Ya's eyes have glazed over, pupils blown wide. His face is flushed pink, sweat beading on his forehead, the hollow of his throat, half hidden by the collar.

He is very clearly not fine. Qing Ming can see that. What Qing Ming doesn't have is the 'how' or 'why' of it and until he does he cannot undo it and the longer he fails to help, fails Bo Ya, the sharper the ice in his chest gets.

"Are you in pain?" he asks, reaching out.

Bo Ya's gaze snaps to him like whip and he takes a step back. His sword comes up, blood coated blade stopping half an inch from Qing Ming's throat. He doesn't feel like smiling about it this time.

"Don't touch me," Bo Ya rasps. There is something shimmering clinging to the corners of his mouth, the wet inside of his lips. "Don't..." He swallows, licks his lips, tongue gathering up the substance. The arm holding the sword trembles.

Qing Ming closes the distance, trusting Bo Ya not to hurt him even now. "It's okay," he lies. The blade smears demon blood across his cheek, before clattering to the ground.

"It won't be," Bo Ya says, breath hitching in his chest, catching and breaking like he's drowning on dry land. "It won't be," he says, and kisses Qing Ming, hard and devastating, his mouth bitter with magic.

[corvidology]

Oooh, thank you! :D

I love the visceral description here - the sound grating in Qing Ming's ears, the feeling of ice - to go with the literal piercing of viscera.

And as wound tight as Bo Ya is, it makes sense he'd try to keep Qing Ming at a distance with his sword and also that Qing Ming would trust that he really wouldn't hurt him.

Also, Bo Ya's 'it won't be' repeated twice, 'breaking like he's drowning on dry land' is SO Bo Ya. I can't imagine just how much he would hate losing control and inflicting himself on Qing Ming.

Thank you for this. ♥

[kat_lair]

This is more detailed a comment than I get on like 5k fics often, like way to provide positive reinforcement 😁💜

Am obviously pleased you liked this. I don't think I have the voices really down (needs a repeat watch) but clearly Qing Ming is Dramatic even in his own mind so.

Also, obviously there is much mutual angst where Bo Ya is all 'i am forcing myself on you' and Qing Ming is all 'oh no I'm taking terrible advantage'. Delicious 😋

[corvidology]

I'm quite a chatty commenter anyway in that way of 'if I have something to say, I say it.'

I know, I know, it's another sign I'm a fandom dinosaur. :D