It's So Sweet That Veyra Can Already Tell The Connection Those Two Have, Lowkey Calling Them Out By Saying
It's so sweet that Veyra can already tell the connection those two have, lowkey calling them out by saying they can share a bed if they want lol. I feel the found family growing, and I can't wait to learn more about Veyra. Plus see Lira and Jesse's relationship develop more. I wonder how they'll realize their feelings.
I'm all caught up now. So glad I found this story, it's awesome and you're doing a great job with it! The descriptions in these latest chapters were so good.
Chapter 6 - Hope.
“Good. Now, try to follow my exact footsteps.”
Veyra didn’t wait for a response. She turned sharply and slipped deeper into the alleyways, her steps quick and deliberate. The path she led them down was a maze—twisting turns, tight corners, low-hanging wires. The girls followed close behind, hearts pounding, stepping where she stepped, careful to leave only one trail in the mud.
The neon glow behind them faded with every turn, replaced by dim streetlights barely clinging to life. Eventually, they reached a part of town untouched by the usual buzz—no ads, no corporate banners. Just shadows, whispers, and the occasional flicker of a broken sign.
Clusters of people were gathered around makeshift tables, voices low, eyes sharp. Every conversation seemed to stop and start again with passing glances. It wasn’t chaos. It was control.
Lira and Jesse kept their eyes fixed on Veyra as they followed, her stride unbroken as they passed table after table. Some were groups of men, others women, all casting glances that cut sharper than the silence.
Each group radiated the same quiet tension—alert, wary. They recognized the newcomers, not from introductions, but from whispers and headlines. Two women whose defiance spoke louder in one night than the entire movement had in months.
“Don’t mind them, dears,” Veyra called back, her voice smooth and disarming. “They’re just admiring your passion—and the power of your voices.”
Lira met a few gazes head-on, pride swelling in her chest. For once, the attention didn’t feel like a threat. But Jesse shrank instinctively behind her, trying to disappear into Lira’s shadow. Her pinky tapped out its familiar rhythm against her thigh, each step syncing with the pulse.
tap… tap… tap-tap… tap…
Finally, after what felt like an hour in Jesse’s skin, Veyra stopped at a heavy metal door set into the back wall.
“This is where you’re welcome to stay.” She motioned to the door with a tilt of her head.
Lira stepped forward, pressing her palm against the cool steel and giving it a push. To her surprise, it opened easily.
Inside, the room glowed with flickering candlelight. Two beds sat side by side, neatly made, as if they’d been expecting them all along.
“This is… much cozier than the apartment,” Jesse murmured, eyes scanning the warm shadows. Then she looked back at Veyra, nerves creeping back into her voice. “And if we don’t agree to join… what then?”
Veyra’s gaze dropped. “Then I’m afraid you won’t be welcome here. You’d both be on your own… in a city that wants you dead.”
Lira grabbed Jesse’s hand, squeezing it softly as they locked eyes—a silent conversation worth a million words passing between them.
Veyra smiled at the bond they shared, whether or not they realized it.
Just as the silence stretched too long, Jesse finally spoke. “Then I guess our best shot at seeing this city reformed is with you.”
“Oh good,” Veyra giggled, clapping her hands together with sudden warmth. “I didn’t want to send you out of here after what you’ve been through today. Now, make yourselves at home and relax. You can use one bed or two—your choice.”
Veyra slipped out, the door shutting softly behind her, leaving Jesse and Lira in a welcome silence.
“So… this is our life now, huh?” Lira said, giving Jesse’s hand another gentle squeeze.
“Yeah. Really living the dream,” Jesse chuckled, a small smile forming at the corners of her mouth.
“What do you wanna do first?” Lira asked, voice somewhere between caution and wonder.
“I could go for a nap…” Jesse yawned, pulling off her jacket and tossing it onto a hook.
She padded over to the bed, peeled off her shirt, and flopped under the covers with a sigh of relief.
Lira smiled as she watched her, a light blush creeping up her cheeks. Eventually, she rolled her eyes and joined her, flopping onto the other bed with a quiet huff of contentment.
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Omg I love this song!
And one day we will die And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea But for now we are young Let us lay in the sun And count every beautiful thing we can see Love to be In the arms of all I'm keepin' here with me
If the Ghost Punch characters got a large sum of money (how much is up to you to interpret) how would they most want to spend it?
Oo fun question!
I cannot stress enough that everyone else would use part of their sum to get Shay a new phone. Several phone chargers. External batteries. The works.
At no point in this endeavor would it even OCCUR to Shay to get HERSELF a new phone.
BUT here we go
Shay - probably a new gaming console Max - a really fancy laptop Duncan - new figurines and books Gideon - swords Jo - a fancy tea set that she has been eyeing for ages Arlo - espresso machine
Thanks for the ask!
reblog to remind prev they're not a bother and their presence is wanted <3
Omg y'all are cooking with your responses. /pos
Hey, I made a survey for the recent writing project I am working on. If you want, feel free to fill it out. The questions may feel a bit random at times, but I promise they are relevant. And may have something to do with kissable object head people.
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Kinsbane
(Where you can find my Aelarias story in order, will be updated as the story is! This will eventually be replaced by an actual intro and master post)
Prologue-https://www.tumblr.com/paleoartt/781755173952487424/this-is-the-prologue-to-a-story-i-need-to-write?source=share
Chapter 1-https://www.tumblr.com/paleoartt/781840106421157888/chapter-1?source=share
Chapter 2-https://www.tumblr.com/paleoartt/782117864389885952/chapter-2?source=share
Chapter 3-https://www.tumblr.com/paleoartt/782199363887841280/chapter-3?source=share
IRIS - Spoilers Disguised As Memes [PART 3]
This is the fourth and last option of the community poll. Next up: yet another poll! If you wish to choose what to see next, join us!
Work on IRIS the remaster has officially began! Content is shown on the B/T community a couple days prior blog posts.
IRIS' L. is the placeholder title for an upcoming (Teen bordering on Young Adult) book: a portal fantasy, whimsical story with teen drama, mystery, venturing and body horror. It is part of the Creation And Destruction (Standalone) Tetralogy, the very first installment of the first BAD TOKENS story.
Happy Jewish American Heritage Month!!!
Writing Update 5/15/2025
Hi hi! For the most part, I've finished the hero side of the worldbuilding. I mostly just have to think of more holidays. Anyways, here are the categories of heroes for anyone interested (keep in mind this is a draft that needs more polish):
Commons - Heroes that represent common hopes and dreams.
Pinnacles - Heroes that represent hopes that are achievable, but need a lot of work to become reality, and depend highly on the direction of the future. This can include heroes that represent concepts like world peace or futuristic technology.
Ambitions - Heroes that represent hopes and dreams that are more personal, such as hopes for one's family, personal goals, and so on.
Unattainables - Heroes that represent human desires or dreams which can not be attained. Some are obvious like those based on things like flying or shape shifting dreams, while others are more abstract and connect to humans attempting to disregard their humanity.
Tag list: @aweirdshipp, @floofyboi57, @aralithmenathere
Writing update 5/1/2025
I am continuing to write Sleep Laughing slowly but surely. I'm getting caught up in making the logs detailed, and trying to get myself to realize, "you need to write the skeleton of this idea before you can go into the depths of this character's suffering". And also, during the first logs he's so weak/in so much pain he's barely concious or thinking straight, so it makes sense why they're not as detailed.
Still, I managed to get extremely good progress for logs 7 and 8. Here's my favorite snippet (tw body horror and agony):
I've come to a conclusion. Even if I am in Hell, it really isn't such a bad thing. It just means I'm being punished, and, if I'm being punished, that means there's a chance to redeem myself, right? Every single agony I experience is a debt being paid, a sin washed away. This pain isn't a curse. No… …this pain is a blessing! It's giving me a chance to repent for everything. Oh God I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'll never do it again. So please, just let the light take me!
Also, I am looking for beta readers for my stories The Diary of Spinel Bramford and The Breeding Grounds. You can find their descriptions here. If that'd interest you, please let me know!
Taglist: @aweirdshipp
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