#chapter name tag game

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Chapter Name Asks

Rules: Post a list of chapter names in as many fics as you'd like. WIP, completed stories, unwritten chapters, whatever, it doesn't matter! Tag people or just whoever sees the post and wants to play! Send an ask and the author will tell you about the chapter, how they arrived at the name, some behind the pages details, maybe even a snippet or all of the above. (If you want, you can even tag as many people as you have chapters, but that's completely optional.)

Thanks for the tag @amelias-hart! :) This is a fun one!

Blue = Released Chapter

Purple = Unreleased Chapter

《 》 = Snippet Available

Forget Me Not (ALttP/LA)

《 Prologue 》

《 Escapism 》

《 The Shore of Reality 》

《 Sleepers Wake 》

《 In Front of You 》

Dreams Will Fade

Forgive Me

Was it Real?

What We Saw

(Long post - please click Read More)!

The Mage's Lantern (OL)

《 Prologue + The Wizard 》

《 The Hero 》

《 The Dark One 》

《 The Lantern 》

《 The King 》

《 The Princess 》

《 The Flame: Part I 》

《 The Flame: Part II 》

The Road to Kakariko

The Lyre

The Cloaked Man

The Mountain Trail

Origins of Calamity (TOTK/BOTW)

《 Deciphering Echoes 》

The Key

The Gateway

Chime of the Spirits

To Those Who Come Next

Glory to Master Kohga!

Memory of the Ancients (BOTW/TOTK's Ancient Era)

In the Ruins of War

Forge

Puddle of Tears

The Oracle's Mask

Champion and Sage

The Broken Ground

First Upheaval

Rauru's Loss

Sonia's Legends

Calamity's Tomb

A Hero Transformed

The Dragon's Blessing

Sealing Power

Ouroboros

Wait for Me (TotK Imprisoning War)

In the Past

A Distant Relative

Lights of Blessing

Living Ruins

Homesick

The Eyes of Ganon

One-Hundred-Year Connection

The Queen of Time

A Glimpse into the Past and Future

Calamity on the Horizon

Gloom

Anachronism (TAoL)

《 Anachronism 》

Descent

The Princess's Heart (OL)

《 The Fate of the Stars 》

《 Accursed by Blessing 》

《 An Eternal Blossom 》

《 The Haunting Destiny 》

《 Last Dance 》

《 Final Hours 》

《 The Hero's Hope 》

The Return of Ganon (TLoZ/TAoL)

The Sleeping Beauty

Reunion: Part I

Reunion: Part II

Facade

A Forced Hand

The Return of Ganon

Stone Fate (OL)

《 First Duet 》

《 Threat of the Demon Lord 》

《 The Fate of New Haven 》

(The above aren't true to the intended Chapter counts and release orders, they're just the chapters I already have names for).

That's all the chapters I'd like to share for now! If you'd like to send an ask a general question about a chapter, please send it to @nocturne-side-blog! If you want to ask for a snippet, feel free to send the ask on this blog. :)

Tagging @linktheacehero, @cherrysalsa, @aheavenscorner, @mailrebel, @aegon-targaryen, and anyone else who would like to join in!

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OC Tag/Mood Game

Thanks for taaaags I’m in love with all your Rooks and will expound on it all later!!! @emmg @holdingontojupiter @ollypopwrites @thequeenofthewinter

I don’t have screenshots, enjoy this piece of Worne with his beloved necromancer by @qwiqwiaqwi instead. I’m combining two games and using ‘mood’ gifs because I've got a Foolproof chapter out coming later today that needs a little more work and gotta focus and I'm not gonna worry about it. Meet my rat. He loves Emmrich and also you. I'm answering these for the bodyguard AU Worne

General…

Name: Rook Worne Thorne

Alias: None really. Thorne is what the Kirkwall templars called him. Rook was given by Varric and he considers that his first real name. Worne was given by the Grey Wardens, drabble explanation here.

Gender: Male

Age: 32-34 he isn’t sure of his birthday

Spoken Language: Trade/Common, Dwarvish (He had a lot of Deep Roads duty)

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual - are you a consenting adult? He is keen.

Occupation: He’s been pickpocket, thief, mugger, prisoner and unwilling Grey Warden. He’ll tell you his real occupation is lover and he makes a great bodyguard.

Favorites…

Color: Greens, browns, if Emmrich makes him choose just one at dinner he’s pointing at those eyes.

Entertainment: Reading. Oral story telling, music, board games. Naps. He’d like and be good at offbeat sports like, disc golf, hacky sack, or yo-yo.

Pastime: Gardening. He has a greener thumb than Emmrich. Davrin says it’s because he’s part dirt. Also running. Loves to go on marathon type journeys for the feel of it.

Food: Literally anything. But he has a fondness for beer nuts and crab cakes you’d find at The Hanged Man, no one makes the crab cakes quite the same.

Drink: He’s a water man. Not much of a wine guy makes him sleepy. Enjoys his shitty beer. Polite about tea. Does not need coffee or care of it. And do not give him hard liquors it’s not a fun time for anyone.

Have they…

Passed University: He did not pass kindergarten. Never had a chance for schooling. But he is literate.

Had Sex: Yes. Plenty and more. He loves intimacy, loves pleasure, and he enjoys getting to know people. Enjoys discovering what they might like, slut for anyone that returns such favor.

Had Sex in Public: Weisshaupt is well aware of his ass. Minrathous has seen plenty. And the Necropolis doesn’t know what it’s in for.

Got Tattoos: Yep. He’s got the Kirkwall sigil high mid back between shoulder blades, and a rook chess piece somewhere he’s not telling.

Got Piercings: NO. He would end up hurt, they’re getting torn off somehow and it’s not his fault. A small wip showing why

Got Scarred: Yes. To a ridiculous degree. He’s been through a lot and uses his body as tool when he knows he has a healing mage around. Shivs, arrows, claws, teeth, spears, once a spoon, that was his fault. Those and more of all types have left marks on the scar latticed skin.

Had a Broken Heart: Maybe once. I think the Joining tried crushing it by taking a longtime friend he was warming to. But life has been so fast and violent he never had a chance to experience romance, never had an opportunity to give his heart to be broken. Honestly his heart is probably the strongest muscle in him. But has it been truly vulnerable yet?

Are they…

A Cuddler: One hundred percent yes, he’ll cuddle friends, he’ll sidle up to acquaintances that seem keen. He loves touch. Be it platonic or more sensual. He’d hold a hand forever, would never need encouragement to lean his head on a shoulder or pull someone into a hug.

Scared Easily: Conditional. Majority of the time no. Absolutely not. But he does have a fear of drowning and water. And necromancy. That’s a complicated affair. He kinda likes whatever that ‘fear’ is.

Jealous Easily: Conditional. He’s never had much, and doesn’t desire much. He doesn’t see people as ‘owning’ things how could he be jealous? If he needs it he’ll get it. Before Emmrich he never experienced relationship jealousy. Everything was surface level fwb, one night stand stuff. Once romantically involved with Emmrich he’s realized he’d be veeeeeery jealous if someone tried to take his place. He’s cool with consensual sharing but needs to know he’s foremost or he’s gonna look like a hurt puppy.

Trustworthy: Conditional. Around cheese? No. Sharp objects? Fire? Glass? Also no. But secrets and gossip and having your back? You won’t find better.

Family…

Sibling(s): None. But the Grey Wardens are his siblings. Every warden is considered family to him.

Parents: Dead before he could walk.

Children: Only if we’re counting Manfred. He’s a better uncle than primary parent, way too lenient.

Pets: He wants a griffon. Emmrich has tried explaining why that’s such a bad idea when they live in the Necropolis but the dream lives on and the flock consider him family.

Partner: I ADDED THIS ONE K Emmrich is gonna be family that's his husband right there. Okay they're not married and Emmrich might be accepting a betrothal to some young lady but that's his husband.

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and all y'all I want to see your Rooks link me to oc tag game and mood boards if you posted already!! @heylittleriotact @caffeinatedmunchkin @lavenderprose @thepalehorsevictoria @smoreofbabylon @xiomara42 @by-ilmater @razildor @draco-illius-noctis if I'm missing you shame me pls I will be contrite and give you pleasant words.

[deiaiko]

#27.3 Forming a team

Grace was glad that everything so far had gone as planned. The administrator had changed the winning condition of this second test.

Agni had run him through different scenarios in case this time didn't go as it had before, and it seemed like half of them were not needed anymore.

However, it was not over yet. He needed to get past this next negotiation first, then see where it would lead him.

Though he should've held back even more on the floral piercing butterfly technique earlier. Not that he remembered how high his score was before, but one million seven hundred thousand had stuck up like a sore thumb over everyone's average point. He could only hope that this wouldn't stir up unnecessary trouble in the future.

"Then, Mr. Grace. Choose seven regulars." Love sounded uninterested, like most administrators did when dealing with regulars on the test. But Grace knew better.

Love was hiding his resentment. Not perfect, but it was good enough to be unnoticeable by everyone else. Grace still remembered the reason why he hated FUG, although only after Agni presented him with some available info regarding Love's past to refresh his memory.

The floral butterfly technique, which was known to be used by FUG's slayers, was what would make Grace's identity known once he performed it. Now he knew that it was why Love was willing to change the test.

Looking around, Grace had carefully weighed his options beforehand. He knew he could take the easy way by simply picking his former Sweet and Sour team members. However, he had been observing them the whole time, and he figured that if he were to do that, they wouldn't be the team that he wished them to be.

He noticed how Prince was uncomfortably touchy and bossy toward Ehwa, and even looked down on Horyang. A complete opposite of what he remembered them to be. How Miseng and Goseng still hold grudges against Akraptor, which was actually reasonable up to this point. That would be a problem if he were to choose them now.

Grace had also totally forgotten about Nia's relationship to Wangnan. He didn't even know what exactly had happened to him before. He only remembered that Nia didn't make it through the test, and something about Wangnan being angry at Lurker…had been about Nia, right? He should probably look into it later.

"Mr. Grace?" Mr. Love's voice dragged him back to the present.

Ah, right. He was asked to pick. But before he could even say a word, a familiar voice shouted from the audience.

"Number ten twenty-three! Regular Wangnan Ja! Let me introduce myself to you!" 

Grace wore the mask solely just to hide his wide grin. That's right, this was how it had gone before.

Wangnan inhaled and let out a louder voice that echoed in the room. "Number ten twenty-three! Regular Wangnan Ja! I've got more than just power! The era of the ten great families will end with me!!" He declared with fists raised high.

How bold, for someone that was ranked fifteen out of twenty-seven. In front of Ehwa too, who was from the Yeon family. But that was his charm, wasn't it?

"You won't regret it! I'm Wangnan! I can dance! I can sing! I'm the real entertainer of this era!"

The dance and singing that he briefly displayed were awful, but Grace could agree that he was quite entertaining.

"The more you get to know me, the cuter you'll find me!" Wangnan beamed. "My name is…as I said…Waaangnan!"

Grace bit his lip, fighting to keep his laughter contained when Wangnan posed right in front of him. He needed to let this play out first.

Wangnan suddenly bowed down on his knees, "Please choose me! I'll do anything for you if you choose me!" Wangnan begged. "I'll bark if you want! And I'll lick your shoe! Please, choose me!"

Grace frowned. He did not remember this. Or, at least, he didn't remember if Wangnan had ever told him why he was so desperate to pass this test. Desperate enough to be willing to put his head so low.

Prince was the only one in the room that sneered. It seemed like everyone else had a taste of helplessness at some point in their life.

It was sad, when he thought about it that way.

Akraptor walked up to the stage and kneeled beside Wangnan. "Please choose me." He looked up to Grace with teary eyes and wiped it with his palm. "My daughter…is waiting for me. She must've grown a lot. I want to see how much she has grown."

"He's lying! Don't trust him, Grace! That's so unrealistic." Wangnan was already up on his feet and accusing Akraptor. "He's absolutely lying to you! First of all, can you believe there's a girl out there that looks like him?!" 

Grace let his eyes droop, as a memory of a silver haired girl resurfaced in his mind. It was only a brief moment, so he wasn't quite sure if she was related to Akraptor at all, but she did resemble him in some ways that Grace couldn't help but remember.

"Why… Why do you say I'm lying?!"

"Look at yourself in the mirror!"

Horyang came up to the stage and kneeled down, surprising the other two. "Choose me. I've got to find someone."

Cassano Beniamino, Grace filled in the unspoken name. The guy that took Horyang's devil and joined side with Rachel. Akraptor and Prince were killed in their attempt to get the stolen devil back so they could wake Horyang up. He definitely did not want that to happen this time around.

Miseng suddenly ran up to the stage and tackled Grace while crying. "Waaaah! Please take me with you! I miss my mom and dad!"

"That's not fair! Don't cry!" Wangnan scolded Miseng. "Get off my master!"

Grace didn't have the heart to pry her off from his waist, so he just started patting lightly on her backpack, to not let his hand just hang awkwardly on his sides.

"Stop it. You all." Ehwa joined them, walking up to him with the confidence of someone from the great family. "Mr. Grace, I suggest you take me as your teammate."

"What?!" Wangnan yelled.

"Everybody has their own sad stories, but I think we should choose based on strengths."

"Why are you acting as if you're already his teammate?!"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm from the Yeon family, and I'm a fisherman. Who else is he going to choose?"

"Don't overestimate yourself! You kill your own teammates!"

"Wh-what?!"

"Hmph, you don't remember me? I failed the last test because of you!" Wangnan said it in a way that made him feel like he was bragging.

"Ugh– are you…"

"Oh, you burned so many people so you wouldn't remember me." Wangnan smirked and turned back to him, "Lord Grace! You shouldn't choose her! She barbecues everyone, even her own teammates!"

"Wait! That's–"

"So! Other than killing your teammates, what's your power?! Tell me!"

"Argh."

"Hahaha, you've got no words to say."

"You…"

"Now please leave before you kill the rest of us!"

Oh, Grace remembered where this was going. So before Ehwa could say anything else, Grace slid his mask down and declared with the most serious face he could muster at that time.

"Quiet. That's enough." Grace tried to put on his most disinterested gaze to each one of them that was at the stage.

He was met with silence. Good.

"Let me make this clear." Grace manipulated the shinsu in the room to be slightly heavier, just enough to make him more intimidating. "I'm Geu Biol Grace. A FUG slayer candidate. I live to kill Jahad and bring changes to this tower."

Grace could feel Love's eyes bore into him. It unconsciously made his muscles tense, ready to block any attack.

Not letting his guard down, Grace turned his gaze on the audience, especially aimed at Wangnan and Ehwa. "If you're not ready for the consequences of being in my team, then I suggest you go home while you have the chance."

"I-I'm ready." Wangnan gave an immediate answer, though Grace could see cold sweat forming on his forehead.

Everyone else had given some thought to his statement, especially Ehwa who looked very troubled. But he wasn't that patient to wait for everyone to give their answers. It didn't matter anyway, because…

"If you still choose to stay here for a chance to team up with me, then you need to prove that you can work as a team.

But seeing how poorly you're getting along with each other, I could easily foresee that you'll only hold me back."

No one on the stage could deny it.

"In that case…" Grace pretended to think. "Let me just take the next test by myself, administrator."

Silence. He could see the shock painted on everyone's faces.

"Rules are rules, Mr. Grace." Love said sternly. "The next exam is for teams only. You must choose seven others."

"Then how about we play a game? Something for us to settle whether I can take the next test by myself or with a team. And for them to form a team that will take the next test with me if I lose."

Love mulled on it for a bit. "That doesn't sound too bad… I will accept your challenge."

Grace gave him a slight bow. "Thank you for your consideration."

Love looked surprised at that, but he moved on just as quickly. "As the administrator, I will be the one to pick what kind of games we'll be playing."

"Understandable." Grace patted himself on the back for getting through this negotiation.

"Alright. Then, take a break while I prepare for the game." Love gestured with his hand and a gate to the right of the room opened. "Anyone who wishes to participate in the game, go to the dorms through that gate." 

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✽ Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x f!reader (The Mummy AU)

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✽ Part 5 - Preparations and impressive second impressions

Since I've accepted this train isn't apparently stopping, I promise at some point this week I'll try to learn how to format things so everything looks better~

Kyle attempted to pry the specifics of what happened in the prison from you on your way back to the estate, badgering you incessantly until you waved him off with the excuse that you needed a chance to sit down for a minute with a hot cup of tea and just breathe. Today had been filled with far more excitement for you than normal and you needed a break from it all to decompress after committing an act of thievery and lying through your teeth to break a man out of jail.

You slipped inside your father's old study upon your return and remained there for some minutes, scrawling out words only to crumple them up in frustration when they wouldn't come out right. Eventually you were satisfied with your task, handing off a few marked envelopes once finished to a passing servant to have them sent out through the post. With any luck the contents inside would assure that you wouldn't eventually end up in the same place you'd just come from for your deception.

Surprisingly Kyle did not bother you for the rest of the day, having parted ways at the bottom of the stairs to 'begin preparations' for this wild endeavor. You also suspected by how quickly he skittered away from you that part of it had something to do with the fact that it was a convenient way for your cousin to avoid bodily harm for failing to mention not only knowing the man you'd just met but also the explicit details of his 'extenuating circumstances' as well. He knew you most likely wouldn't have agreed to it just based off the latter, but after all was said and done it at least gave you some slight comfort to know the ruffian in question wasn't a complete unknown.

That being said, you weren't quite ready to acknowledge the idea that part of you was bitter at the fact Kyle hadn't felt like he could be honest with you either.

It took your cousin a few days to get everything in place for your departure, certain arrangements needing to be made regarding the procurement of supplies, travel tickets, and the handling of affairs here while you were gone. It hadn't really occurred to you just how much needed to be arranged for a plan like this - though to be fair this wasn't exactly your idea in the first place. You may have been the one to bring the artifact up in casual conversation, but he was the one dragging you along as always on this little adventure. Let him fuss over the details. Your area of expertise was within the city itself.

You also knew he would never say anything to you outloud, but you'd be surprised if he hadn't also left instructions for what to do should the worst happen and neither one of you returned. You might have lived a comfortably sheltered life up until this point, but that didn't mean you were naive enough to not realize the foolish dangers you were putting yourselves in either.

Kyle was a decorated war veteran and a man you could implicitly trust with your protection, his comrade just as fearsome if the stories weren't grossly overembellished. That didn't mean the three of you were invincible...

Still, what were the odds that the one person who could lead you to the lost City of the Dead just so happened to be him?

There were a handful of men that your cousin talked about often in years past, but MacTavish's name had come up in conversation far more frequently than the rest. Sure it was obvious that the two of them induced troublemaking tendencies within each other, but it wasn't all mischief and hijinks that he spoke of. There was an honest account of bravery in Kyle's recollections. For as uncouth as he made the man out to be at times, you couldn't deny having previously felt a sense of comfort when letters arrived home from distant battlefields of hard fought victories with John at his side. You'd trusted him enough to to look after your cousin back then.

But how well did Kyle really know this man now? It had been some years since the two of them would've served together, an awful long time for a person to change. How did he know that John was going to be the same soldier that once pushed him out of the way of enemy fire and took a bullet in the side meant for your cousin's heart? He obviously wasn't employed in his His Majesty's service anymore. Did he leave with a medal on his chest or was he dishonorably discharged? His previous incarceration suggested towards the latter, certainly not doing him any favors to earn your confidence in any case.

You were putting an awful lot of faith in this man. Let's just hope by the end of this that you wouldn't be proven wrong.

The servants helped you gather up your belongings the morning of your departure while your lady's maid got you situated, meeting your cousin at the car with a look that said he wasn't quite out of the dog house yet but that there were more pressing thoughts on your mind.

There was a nervous excitement bubbling in the pit of your stomach; you'd never done anything like this before. All travels with your family in the past tended to only go between Cairo and London and only for special occasions. This would be the first place you've gone to that was wholly and completely unfamiliar. Uncharted territory in every sense of the word.

The pier was crowded but not overly so, full of bustling tourists and merchants hauling in their wares. You stuck close to Kyle, your arm looped through his as he guided you down the docks towards the boat he chartered for you upriver. You'd kept your eye out for your third companion, the pessimist in you doubting he would even show. Why risk his life on a foolhardy endeavor when he'd just been granted his freedom?

"You trust my judgement so little you think I'd employ a man to help us who I thought wasn't up to it?" Kyle grinned down at you, amusement clear in his tone as he guided you out of the way of a fisherman passing by.

"Well I don't know," you replied in gentle exasperation, sidestepping a shipment of barrels smelling pungently of oil. "You obviously have more experience with him than I do, but I'm just saying: have you even minutely considered the possibility that we're about to board a vessel headed to a place neither of us knows the destination of and the one man who does isn't on it?"

"Relax, dolly. MacTavish is good for his word. No need to go gettin' hysterical on me now."

How could he be so at ease about this when you're just trying not to jump out of your skin in anxiousness?

"I hardly think expressing concern for the well-being of our expedition warrants the term hysterical. Or have you forgotten the part where your blessed happy reunion took place with one of you two wearing shackles? He's a criminal, Kyle."

The look your cousin gave you at the implication was one of mild disappointment at your faithlessness. "He's no crook, dolly. And frankly you best be gettin' past that part if we're to spend the next few days with him. Can't go on this voyage without him whether you object to the man or not."

You resisted the urge to pout at the reminder in his words that you did in fact need John for this entire undertaking. It still wasn't fair how Kyle could make you feel like a petulant child even if you thought you were being perfectly reasonable. Didn't mean you weren't going to grumble about it though.

"Can he at least stay in the cargo hold with the horses? Would certainly fit right in with them considering his lack of personal hygiene and barbaric nature."

"Ya wouldn't happen ta be talkin' 'bout me there, would ya lass?"

A surprised squeak left your mouth at the sudden interruption of a voice chiming in behind you, spinning on your heel and almost losing your balance if not for a steadying hand belonging to your cousin on your shoulder. Your face burned from being caught off guard so gracelessly, raising your eyes to view the owner of such a familiar accent and–

Oh.

Oh my.

This was not the same man you met not two days past. This man was... was....

Good lord.

Gone was the ruffian you first spotted behind the bars of the prison courtyard. The sweat and grime had been washed away to reveal fresh tanned skin dressed in fitted khaki; the subtle spice of cologne a welcome change to your senses that had the peculiar effect of blanketing the edges of your mind with a thin layer of warm fuzzy haze. His once fluffy beard was shaved down to a dark layer of stubble showcasing an attractive jawline and expectant smirk.

His hair... you could safely say in all your years you'd never seen a man with hair shorn on the sides leaving a thick stripe down the middle. You hadn't spent much time back in the UK, but perhaps it was a style more common the further you went up north?

And why on god's green earth did such a style have to look so unusually pleasing on him? Bizarre to be sure, but oddly appropriate.

If it wasn't for the familiar sparkle in those vibrant ocean blue eyes of his you'd have been sure you were looking at a different man entirely. This was the MacTavish your cousin spoke so reverently of in days of yore?

"Dolly here was just saying she thinks you'd fit in better company with the livestock rather than up on deck with the rest of polite society."

If you had the ability to speak you would have admonished your cousin for throwing you under the carriage like that. Alas your brain was still trying to comprehend the vision in front of you so at odds with your previous perceptions.

"Was she now?" The sleeves of his jacket strained against his arms as he crossed them over his chest, raising his eyebrows in a manner that suggested interest rather than insult. "Ye think me a brute there, hen?"

Your clever mind could not devise a way to talk itself out of this scenario, having the decency to at least look embarrassed at being caught while averting your gaze to one of the buttons on his white dress shirt instead.

"I apologize for my discourteous assessment of you, Mr. MacTavish. You did not exactly garner the best of first impressions."

"Hmmm. Ah might be a bit of an animal, lass, but one who's been well trained at least."

His gaze flicked down below your waist, shaking his head at what he discovered.

"Garrick, mate. Lettin' a lady carry 'er own bags?" He clicked his tongue in playful chastisement, reaching down to relieve you of the heavy burden with his own rucksack tossed over his shoulder, warm calloused fingers brushing against yours as he transferred your luggage to his hold instead. You refused to acknowledge the way your heart flutters at the gesture.

You stood there in mild shock as John skirted past you and climbed the ramp leading up to the vessel, flashing his ticket at one of the crew members onboard before disappearing inside with a confident swagger.

Kyle delighted in your stunned silence, leaning down into your space to gloat over your being caught so impossibly off guard. "Positively barbarous, isn't he dolly?"

The accompanying thwack on his chest and subsequent grunt of pain relieved some of the pent up tension you had as you followed along after your third companion, adding an unexpected variable to what should have been for all intents and purposes a relaxing boat ride up the Nile. The hard part would come once you reached the desired port and began the true struggle through the desert. For now, you just had to survive being in present company for a few days until you could turn your focus on the real challenge and prove yourself useful.

So why did you feel like you were in even more trouble now than when you began?

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Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday

Rule: Post seven(ish) sentences of your current WIP - or just a snippet who cares! And tag your writer friends to see what they're working on.

thank u thank uuu for the tag @nicijones! <3

“I’ll get you a fake ID,” Curt says decidedly, shrugging like it’s no big deal. “The summer’s young; can’t spend it ditching you every time I go out to drink.” “You don’t know how to get a fake ID,” John says, more as a plea than a statement. “Yeah, I do,” he argues, and with the older employees Curt hangs out with when he’s working the bar at the hotel, John’s inclined to believe him. “How?” He tries one last time to trip him up anyway, a weak appeal for mercy, but Curt only grins, reaching a hand out to squish John’s cheeks between his thumb and fingers. “Don’t you know? A lady never tells her secrets, John.” So that’s how John ends up tucked away in a small booth in the corner of some pub that looks lost to the sixties, old signage and other vintage memorabilia lining the wooden walls, cheery neon LED graphics adorning the kegs behind the diner–style bar.

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“Don’t come then!” Petunia yells, her pale face splotchy red with anger, “Don’t come to my fucking wedding!”

Susan gasps, and, like with every argument the two sisters have ever had, she only tries to stop their fighting when they start swearing, usually long after the sharpest knives have hit their marks.

“Language!” she says, and then, rubbing Petunia’s arm, consoling, “You don’t mean that.”

soz if you’ve already done it but np tags for @inevitablestars @itsjaywalkers @carniferous @fatemy-friend @themuseoftheviolets <333

[every-sanji]

[quadrilioquy]

E2 or D2 for entourage?

do not separate them!!!

[werewire-petrichor]

decided to redo sn-wgrave and i hate that neo bastard

[poisoned-pearls]

Finished the line art for them!! I have both toned it irl and plan to digitally color it, but I like how this looks too so

Fankid run through under cut

From right to left: Vivienne Schoenheit (Rookvil) Faraja Kingscholar (Leona) Ellie Felmier (Epeldeuce) Samir Al-Asim (Silkali) Nami Ashengrotto (Jamiazu) Neo shroud (Idikei) Emil Schoenheit (rookvil) Tamaki Leech (Treyjade) Mallerie and Malick Draconia (Malleyuu)

[everypaneloftenya]

Chapter 12 - Yeah, Just Do Your Best, Ida!

[sillylildude]

Thank you @drsteggy for tagging me! I love these things.

Rules: Post a list of chapter names in as many fics as you'd like. WIP, completed stories, unwritten chapters, whatever, it doesn't matter! Tag people or just whoever sees the post and wants to play! Send an ask and the author will tell you about the chapter, how they arrived at the name, some behind the pages details, maybe even a snippet or all of the above. (If you want, you can even tag as many people as you have chapters, but that's completely optional.)

Chapters from “The Triforce Awakens” (completed work, listing because I love talking about this one):

Moonlight Treason

A Link to the Past

Legacy

Laundry Service

Noble Pursuit

Blue Morning

Escape from North Castle

Into the Woods

Home Again Blues

Kaleidoscopic Memories

To The Ends of the Earth

Running, Running

The Depths

Cat and Mouse

Revelations

Hope Remains

Interlude: The Rising Tide

Into the Fray

Shatter

The Triforce Awakens

Epilogue: Will You Follow Me?

Completed chapters from my Zelda AU WIP, presently titled “The Weight of Destiny” that I will finish uhhh... eventually (god I hope):

Darkness Beckons

The Stirring Dust

Fragmented Dreamscapes

Salvation

The Discarded Self

The Good Hylian

Silent Princess

Whispers of the Past

A Familiar Voice

The Death of Hope

Arise, My Soul

Dungeon Dwellers

Hyrule’s Phoenix

Passing it along, I’ll tag @zolanort @fioreofthemarch @doomed-era @flutefemme (sorry if anyone's already been tagged!) and anyone else who'd like to participate.

[ragnarlothcat]

I was tagged by @veloursdor, @virahaus and @tideswept, thank you 🥰

If you are tagged, post a picture or write out the names of your fics/WIPS as they are in your computer/phone. (Explain the names if you think it's necessary)

Voila!

This is everything in my WIP folder but a few of these are comfortably abandoned and should definitely be moved to some sort of document graveyard 🤔 Some ideas have already been cannibalized for other fics and they're just making it difficult to navigate.

I feel like I arrived at this game late so I apologize for the inevitable repeats. I shall tag @artemisthehuntress, @renlyslittlerose, @disast3rtransp0rt but anyone who wants to show off their own nonsensical organizational systems definitely should do so.

[astramachina]

if there is one piece of advice that i could offer writers that aspire to get traditionally published, is that when people say the industry is wholly subjective, they are 100% correct and coming to terms with this is the difference between continuing on and just breaking.

whenever i'm not getting automated rejection messages, agents who actually take the time to explain why they're passing on the manuscript (a HUGE rarity but i've been lucky this round) makes you realize real quick that it really does boil down to "actually, i just didn't vibe with it".

i keep seesawing between wanting to scrap or keep my opening chapters, and so far it's been pretty 50/50 between there's too much going on, and, there's not enough going on on most of these rejections.

the most bewildering comment i've gotten so far was that there wasn't enough worldbuilding in the opening chapters. not enough worldbuilding. in a horror novel. a contemporary horror novel. something that goes against every standard regardless of genre.

like, zoinks scoob. it's all good. i'm confused, but we're chill about it.