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Florrie
@florrienne.bsky.social
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writer and software engineer ❤
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i: @croverfield
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Their first kiss is such a mess. She is only kissing him for the mission okay 🫥 definitely.

#Smutcember #WriteSky
"Oh," Emeric laughed, resting one hand on the chair behind her, "I think we both know that is not true. This pull is mutual. I am not foolish nor strong enough to act as though I am blind to it." Her breath felt shallow. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears so loudly that she could feel her pulse in her fingertips. A torrent of emotion tore through her, a riptide of wanting that she had built sandcastle poor defenses against. Especially when he had captured her gaze and was relentless in keeping it. And once again he was touching her and once again she was letting him because she was so weak to it with her touch starved desire—his fingers fluttered against her hip, waiting for her to take her turn. "What if you're wrong?" She asked, her voice a murmur. "I am not." He was not. Gloria's resolve melted to the heat of him. It wasn't romantic—it wasn't even gentle. It was the cork popping under pressure. She pulled him down, her nails none too considerate on the skin of his nape, at the same time that she strained on her tiptoes. They collided as she yanked him down, crushing her lips to his. That must have been enough to spur him past whatever holds he had placed on himself, because Emeric was pulling her in by her waist and kissing her back as though he had been parched before her dam crumbled. His lips were thin, but warm and eager. Dull pain melded with the pressure, mostly on her part; she kissed him like she was trying to agitate him into combat. Emeric pulled back to catch his breath, only to spend it on a whisper. "Finally," he said, so low, so fulfilled. His lips brushed hers again, more tenderly this time, before she pulled him back into her intensity.
December 6, 2025 at 7:31 PM
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Actually from the chapter I am currently finishing up now!
#WIPSnips #WriteSky
Her mouth parted. Then her teeth landed on her bottom lip, trapping the defensive response before it could meet the air and take shape. She had flung enough careless barbs at Selene. Who had never handled them with anything but utmost grace. Her stomach wrenched. Gloria felt like more an ant than a person, squirming under Selene's gaze as though under a magnifying glass. But if she wanted to be a person, she needed to shed these layers of falsehoods and omissions. She had to rip off all that grime that had hooked onto her skin—that she had cowardly justified as armor. And it hurt to tear down her defenses, her chest constricting. But it was time to expose those little crevices of her heart she had hidden away to the light. "Because I thought I could handle it myself." Gloria's words lacked the fire that would normally lash out at her opponents as a thoughtless shield. Selene was not her enemy. "If it went south, I didn't want to drag anyone else down with me."
December 6, 2025 at 7:12 PM
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Gloria's tech support tip: hit the screen enough and it will load faster :)

#WIPSnips #WriteSky
"Actually yes," Emeric said, walking alongside her, "I abhor these suits. They make my hair terribly flat and they are so stuffy." It was starting to become clear why he was running around a new planet without protective gear. "Right. A bad hair day is worse than getting drugged up on cave gas," Gloria muttered, tapping in her identification number on the last field of the form. The screen stuttered as she tried to submit the request. She groaned, jabbing at the grayed out button with her finger until a confirmation box appeared with their vehicle number. "Finally." Gloria led him over to the vehicle, a modest two seater with an optimistic solar panel on its roof. She pulled the passenger door open for him with little fanfare. "I'm driving. Get in." She slipped into the front seat and watched out of the corner of her eye as he had to fold himself in. He fit, just barely, but his knees were practically up to his chest. His size hadn't been a consideration when she had picked out the vehicle, but she wasn't sure that the others would be any more comfortable an experience for him. Emeric didn't seem to mind or was too polite to say so, settling his arm against the window as though he could mold himself against it for more space. "Oh, you drive this? Fascinating. Is that safe?" "No, I take my life into my hands every time I drive just for fun," she bit back at him, adjusting the rear view mirror, "What do you think?"
December 5, 2025 at 3:04 PM
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First time sharing a WIP of my scifi romance 😶‍🌫️ Emeric talking about his home world, the capital city.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky
Her stomach was starting to feel nauseated, so she changed the subject. "What is your home world like?" "It has its flaws, but there is so much beauty," Emeric said, and it was an earnestness that she hadn't seen from him before, "The surface has an abundance of hot springs formed out of craters, but the mountains are breathtaking as well. The capital city, where I live, it is overly crowded and infested with insufferable bureaucrats, but it is where everything happens. It is alive in its own way, especially at night." "It sounds amazing," Gloria marveled, nearly forgetting to take her turn while trying to visualize his descriptions, "You don't like bureaucrats?" Hearing a snort from him was amusingly natural. He tapped at one of his cylinder pieces, then smiled lazily at her. "They are awful creatures. I would know, I am one." Gloria frowned. He was adding more pieces to a puzzle that she hadn't figured out how to even arrange the border on yet. "You are? Why are you here then? I thought you were the head of the research team?" "I am," Emeric agreed, stretching his arms out behind his head before settling back into a lounge, "I am the director for the project. Just because you manage people does not mean you necessarily share their skills," he said pointedly and she understood, intimately, "I got thrown here by my father both to do his work and to get rid of me for a while." "Daddy issues?" She smirked, and watched his antennae bounce. "There is something lost in translation there, but I am going to assume that was denigrating," he grinned at her, "So probably, yes."
December 5, 2025 at 2:53 AM
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October 22, 2025 at 1:29 AM
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October Prompt Challenge

🍄 Step 1 : Mushrooms and Berries 🍓
A collaboration piece with @croverfield.bsky.social! Please go check out their incredible art they did for this!
Link to the full story below!
#OC #CroverField
October 22, 2025 at 12:20 AM
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oh also I do live2D rigging c:
October 17, 2024 at 7:23 PM
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hello, I'm florrie

I'm a writer and software dev by day. You might also know me by Lilou Clary but this is a more personal account 😊

I'll be here for pretty things, writing, keeping up with friends

lovely art by @croverfield.bsky.social 🤍
October 17, 2024 at 6:19 PM