#wip:amot

[rawiyawrites]

Find the word tag

Thank you to @imintheunderworld for tagging me in this (via @thesteamgoth). I tag @cassandra-yannu-writes @sarmarble @moondust-bard @antique-symbolism @awkwardexistencewrites @the-midwrite-oil @merielleswriting @megxnswrites @canallynwrite @starchaser3587 (no pressure tho!) Your words are: tension, pale, sun, wind and nature

Tension: No words for this. 

Pale:

Before her was a husk of the young woman she knew who went by the name of Karishma Singh. She was incredibly thin; gaunt looking, with dark circles under her eyes. Her skin was pale too, and there were these puncture marks scattered across her body. 

No…

Iara ignored the pain that continued to take root in her chest and got up onto her feet.

“Kari,” Iara sobbed. Holding back the urge to clasp the woman into a hug.

Sun:

Cailean was in shock. Though it wasn’t veins, golden as the sun against her olive skin which caused him shock. He was shocked at her reactions. The way those veins pulsed and throbbed against the surface of her skin. The scrape of her fingertips across the surface of the wall, brick breaking as she clawed at it. The straining of her neck and back as she twitched and twitched and twitched. The sight was familiar; something he endured every full moon. 

Wind:

The woman with the crown shook her head, looking ahead. Their eyes met and Aliskandariya felt her heart jump, but the pitter patter of that heart of hers calmed when she shook her head. 

“No not one us.” She sighed. “She who we feared dead.”

And then they were whisked away with a gust of wind; their image crumbling to dust until Aliskandariya was back in that temple again, trembling but not alone. A woman made in fire loomed above. She had curly hair tied back from her slim face. She reached towards Aliskandariya. 

Nature:

“You wouldn’t understand. I don’t have the luxury of being the daughter of a High Council Member, who can break as many rules as I want.” Iara raised her voice; the volume she noticed called several residences to their windows to see what was going on. Her fae nature relished in the shock on their faces that such a bellow could come from her.

“Listen here Selkie. It’s your call. You know where to find me if you decide Karishma’s life is worth saving.” The dial tone went, signalling that she had hung up. Iara looked at the phone, and shoved it in her pocket. 

[thesteamgoth]

10 Words/Phrases Tag

Tagged by the amazing @cassandra-yannu-writes 

Rules: List 10 words or phrases that have something to do with you WIP and tag 10 people to do the same.

1) Vampires 

2) Self-acceptance 

3) Selkies 

4) Love

5) Werewolves

6) Found family

7) Pheonixes

8) Secrets

9) Betrayal

10) Revenge

I shall tag: @writersloth @antique-symbolism @luna-evans-writes @the-midwrite-oil @sarmarble @starchaser3587 @allyn-racki @merielleswriting @devilshalowrites @sleepy-and-anxious

As always no need to complete if you don’t want to!

[thesteamgoth]

Ahhhhh. ❤❤❤

This is amazing. Thank you so much. Words can't describe how much I love it. Everything about these are perfect.

This is a post dedicated to my lovely writing buddy @thesteamgoth

I made these graphics using her marvelous wip A Matter of Time as inspiration.

And now for a quote from her story…

All images used are fron public use sites, so feel free to repurpose them as you’d like!

[rawiyawrites]

First Line Tag

Rules: Post the first line of your story, then tag one person for every word in said line.

A big thank you to @moondust-bard for tagging me in this. Go and check out her first line here which was beautifully written.

Here is the first line from Bound by the Serpent's Mark (formely 'A Matter of Time'):

Aliskandariya Korkmaz knew very well that smacking her head against a wooden table was not know to alleviate a mind block, and would at most generate a headache.

28 words xD I shall tag the following writers (as per usual no pressure to take part in the tag!)

@cassandra-yannu-writes @sarmarble @canallynwrite @arwallace @starchaser3587 @merielleswriting @antique-symbolism @luna149 @kaosys @melindawrites @katshouldbewriting @devilshalowrites @aeschknight @queenie-dragon @the-midwrite-oil @halrose @awkwardexistencewrites @ivonoris @somanybeanbags @ireneiswriting @allthatpurpleprose @authordai @byriamallo @siriuslyprocrastinating @writeontheedge @jxsminewrites @catsarehumanstoo @leave-her-a-tome

[rawiyawrites]

Last Line Tag

Rules: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic/original/anything!) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence!

I was tagged by @antique-symbolism! Thank you for tagging me and so sorry it took me a while to complete this.

Iara didn’t know what she expected as a reasonable response to such a statement, and perhaps there were certainly a plethora of ways in which Iara could have phrased such a statement so that it didn’t sound as suspicious, but she certainly didn’t expect to be shoved up against the wall, by a woman who appeared human but certainly did not smell or exude human strength, holding a knife to her neck. 

I shall tag: @cassandra-yannu-writes, @arwallace, @sarmarble, @the-midwrite-oil, @merielleswriting, @aeschknight, @allyn-racki and anyone who would like to take part. As usual, there is no need to do the tag if you don’t want to. 

[rawiyawrites]

An Excerpt from Chapter 10

“Do you even know what a Pyranyx is?” Cailean asked as he turned to Aliskandariya. She clenched her lips together, not a single word falling from it. He couldn’t believe it.

“You don’t know.” He shook his head. How did she not know? He opened his mouth and then closed it. What could he possibly tell her? That she was this creature of ash and blood; A girl with a Phoenix living inside of her. No, that didn’t really explain what they were. His grandmother knew. But Cailean couldn’t string the words coherently, all that filled his mind were snippets of the stories his grandmother told him; of the Pyranyxes’ role as Guardians of the unprotected, the victims of the Council’s failures.

“Do you know what I do know?” She asked, and Cailean was pulled out of his thoughts by the hard edge to her voice, and looking at her he noticed the fury bubbling in her eyes. “That there’s something…” she paused and moved her hand up until she rested it in the middle of her chest. “There’s this thing inside of me. And it burns.” She took a deep breath. “It burns and burns and burning won’t stop. I just want it to sto—” She coughed. 

Her arms were shaking as she moved them up to cover her mouth with her palm. Her veins were pulsing against her skin once more, in that orange light they usually exuded, though rather than continue, it flickered, in time with the little twitching movements her body made. That’s how she’d been the past few hours. They would glow orange, her neck would twitch, and her veins would go back to blue. Moments late she would twitch again, perhaps her wrist and then her veins would be orange once more until they turned back to blue following another twitch. And the cycle would repeat, just like that, for hours. 

“Aliskandariya.” Karishma looked to Cailean as she stopped what she was doing and proceeded to rubbing the girls back as her coughs continued. She had moved onto her knees, the coughing continuing as she pressed her forehead against the concrete, as if that would help alleviate whatever she was suffering with. She managed to look up at him between those coughs of hers to force a garbled mess of words out of her mouth. As much as a garbled mess those words were, he had been able to decipher the question she had asked. 

 Why are you looking at me like that?

Iron wafted up his nose. She sat up, wiping against her mouth with her sleeve, but she couldn’t hide the blood which stained her lips. Why was she coughing up blood? Unless… the rapid change of her veins, the twitching. He knew he had recognised the sight three days ago; he recognised those symptoms. They were similar to those wolves; those bitten, not born who rejected the change, and it never ended well for them. That was the only explanation behind her pale skin, the dark circles under her eyes, the flickering of her veins and the twitching. It all made sense now

“You’re changing.” 

[rawiyawrites]

11/11/11 tag

i was tagged by the lovely @sarmarble ​! here thank you for tagging me and sorry I’m so late in doing this. Without further ado... 

1. What is your favourite part of writing?

The discovery of it all. I’m not really one for massive plans and pretty much go with the flow of it all. I have an idea of where I’m going or rather what I want to accomplish in a particular scene but that’s as far as my planning goes. I like discovering the story as I write; it’s my favourite part of writing and honestly it brings me such joy (and relief) when the pieces finally fall into place :)

2. List 3 of your favourite fictional characters from books that aren’t your own.

Karou from the Daughter of Smoke and Bone Triology

Inej from Six of Crows Duology

Eve from the Morganville Vampires Series

3. Do you listen to music as you write? If so, what kind of music?

Yes I do. All sorts of music; mostly instrumental so expect Lindsey Stirling and Two Steps from Hell to feature on my playlist, but songs from my favourite bands do tend to creep into my playlists. 

4. If you had to, what books/movies/tv shows would you compare your wip(s) to?

Books-wise: I would compare my WIP to Dracula by Bram Stoker for Vampires and The Mortal Instruments/Shadowhunter Series because the world in which AMOT is set operates under a masquerade: humans are unaware of the existence of supernatural creatures and a group of strangers working together to save the world from the villains. Drac, and to ensure that masquerade stays intact. 

Movies: I would compare my WIP to The Mummy, especially considering that the second half of the novel sees Aliskandariya, Cailean and Iara, 3 almost strangers embark on an adventure into the unknown, hunting for the thing (person!) that Markus has been searching for. As the continue on this journey of their, secrets begin to unravel as they begin to discover aspects of their world that remained hidden to them (especially Aliskandariya). For this reason, I would say part 2 is very much like the Mummy, and I am most looking forward to writing it.

TV Shows: I would compare my WIP to Penny Dreadful by virtue of the mythology explored in AMOT and the aesthetic which I hope to achieve with this story. 

5. Describe your writing process.

I am currently in the stages of my first draft, and the drafting process began with just writing random scenes. Now as I’ve stuck with this project, I have begun taking a more structured approach.

I’ve split the novel in parts, and briefly written a description as to what I want to happen for each POV character (of which there are three) and I just write my chapters around that description. It seems to working so far, though the plot tends to change direction quite often and I find myself having to fight the urge edit as I write. 

To conclude, it seems my drafting process consists of a ‘discovery draft’ as any outline I have created becomes redundant after a couple of months xD 

6. What keeps you motivated to write?

This burning desire of wanting to hold the finished copy in my hands. I’ve got to finish it because then the real work of rewriting and editing will begin and when I have finished then maybe, just maybe, I'll be closer to my dream of fashioning this mess into a real book. 

7. Were there any books that made you decide to start writing? If not, why did you start writing?

If I think about it, I realise that I began when I was around 9 years old. The reason as to why? I think it was the escapism which writing provided for me. There were points where I stopped and then when I was 12 I picked it up again. I think I took a look at the books I read and thought “i can totally do that!” Several abandoned stories later, here we are.

8. What form of media is most inspiring to you: books, movies, tv shows, video games, or something else?

I honestly take inspiration from many sources, but music takes the top place; its ability to transport me into my character’s heads and into scenes means that it serves as the most inspiration form of media to me. 

9. How do you get into the mood to write?

Music Music Music!

10. What are your top 3 fictional relationships, platonic or romantic?

Patroclus x Achilles 

11. What would your characters’ reactions be upon meeting you and knowing that you’ve orchestrated their entire lives?

Aliskandariya: “So this is all your doing?” *hands alight with flames*

Cailean:.... *silence*

Iara:.... *looks to Cailean* “What Alis said*

questions under the cut!

i am tagging: @cassandra-yannu-writes ​ @sarmarble ​  @luna-evans-writes @antique-symbolism @allyn-racki @starchaser3587 ​ @merielleswriting @awkwardexistencewrites@megxnswrites ​ @queenie-dragon ​ @arwallace ​

1. What is the one song you strongly associate with your WIP?

2. Are any of your OCs based off of you, in some way?

3. What is the most enjoyable aspect of writing to you?

4. What is your favourite line which you have written?

5. What do you hope readers gain from reading your WIP(s)?

6. If you could rewrite a famous novel what would it be and how would you change it?

7. The story behind your WIP(s) name

8. What are your favourite tropes to read?

9. What are your favourite tropes to write?

10. Which author influenced you the most?

11. What is your favourite line/quote that someone else has written?

[rawiyawrites]

Last Line Tag

I was tagged by @arwallace over on @thesteamgoth to share the last line. I tag @luna-evans-writes, @cassandra-yannu-writes, @the-midwrite-oil, @antique-symbolism and anyone else who wants to do it. 

So without further ado:

“Karishma… She’s… She’s missing, has been for a week. And I can’t leave her to the police to find.” She looked at her mother as she mentioned the police. “I have to do something. I have to find her,” she whispered.

[rawiyawrites]

Ten Things Tag Game

I was tagged by the amazing @arwallace over on my main (@thesteamgoth). Thank you for the tag. 

Rules: List 10 words/phrases that have something to do with your work(s) in progress and then tag 10 people to do the same

Secrets

Betrayal

Mythology

Istanbul

Found Family

Revenge

London

Research

Growth

Sacrifice

I will tag @cassandra-yannu-writes, @merielleswriting, @the-midwrite-oil, @antique-symbolism, @luna-evans-writes, @ivonoris, @allyn-racki, @megxnswrites, @sarmarble, @writersloth. and anyone else who would like to do it. Please don't feel obligated to take part if you don't want to.  

[rawiyawrites]

Character Aesthetics: Sanura Saiid

"Run.” Her smile cut Aliskandariya like the knife the woman continued to twist in her side.

“Tell them to run little guardian. Because once I get my hands on them, they would have wished they burned me that night.”

[thesteamgoth]

Writing Tag: The Game of Sevens

I was tagged by @cassandra-yannu-writes, many thanks for tagging me. it brought me a lot of joy to dive back into my WIP. This is also my first tag of 2019. I hope I can actually keep on top of these tags this year, unlike last year.

rules: go to your current WIP, find the seventh line in the seventh page and paste seven sentences below, then tag seven other writers to do the same.

There was also the fact that before her were five individuals, and her keen hearing only detected two heartbeats. Both frantic as they readily pumped blood around their hosts bodies. But she couldn’t be sure; this would be the first time she would have laid eyes on one. 

The boy; the victim in this situation; the one with the heartbeat; or at least who she assumed to have a heartbeat if the rapid rise and fall of his chest was anything to go by, was struggling against the grip on his neck. 

Her flippers tensed in their grip as she watched the blonde haired attacker move his mouth close to the boy’s neck. Something within his mouth shone in the moonlight; she swore it was the tell-tale glint of fangs. 

“You know pup,” She heard the attacker sneer into the boy’s face....

I shall tag @lyntries @arwallace, @luna-evans-writes, @fannist, @byriamallo, @allthatpurpleprose, @halrose

Don't feel pressured to take part if i've tagged you and you don't want to. 

[thesteamgoth]

Last Line Tag

A big thank you to the amazing @arwallace for tagging me. Sorry it took so long to post this one. I shall tag @arwallace back, along with @cassandra-yannu-writes, @luna-evans-writes, @sarmarble, @the-midwrite-oil, @megxnswrites, @antique-symbolism, @lyntries, @allyn-racki and anyone else who wants to take part. As usual: do not feel compelled to take part if you don’t want to. 

Here is a line from the current rewrites of AMOT, from Cailean’s POV:

He felt a soft touch on his other hand. The brush of cold metal, then burning. His ears picked up the sound of trickling liquid as it fell into something ceramic. The metallic scent of blood reached his nose, and he looked down.

[rawiyawrites]

Would you mind describing your writing and drafting process for the class?

Thank you for the ask Luna!!! <3 

Drafting Process? This is where I hide. 

Just kidding! Though seriously, I don’t know what I would call my drafting process. It mostly writing by the seat of my pants. 

I am currently in the stages of my first draft, and the drafting process began with just writing random scenes. Now as I’ve stuck with this project, I have begun taking a more structured approach. 

I’ve split the novel in parts, and briefly written a description as to what I want to happen for each POV character (of which there are three) and I just write my chapters around that description. It seems to working so far, though the plot tends to change direction quite often and I find myself having to fight the urge edit as I write. 

Writing process usually involves me being accompanied by music. I can’t comment much tbh. But if anything more comes to mind, I will probably add to this. 

[rawiyawrites]

Aliskandariya slapped her palm against her neck; the roughened skin stinging upon impact. She reacted too late.

“It’s the same one that’s on the news.” The woman sputtered.

“I beg your pardon?” Aliskandariya glared. A glare which did nothing to quell the woman’s staring. 

“The same one. Plastered all over the news. Your,” she gestured to Aliskandariya’s neck. “It’s the same one thats on the bodies.”

Aliskandariya froze, and swallowed a lump that formed in her throat. She knew now what the woman was referring to, and she refused, completely refused to believe that there was such a link. Aliskandariya shook her head.

“Merely a coincidence.” She uttered as she pushed herself past the woman, out the door and towards the exit of the GP Surgery.

On her walk home she raised her hand again, tracing her fingertips across the jagged edges of her scar. 

“There’s no way—“

She shook her head.

Just a coincidence.

Tag list (let me know if you want to be added or removed): 

@cassandra-yannu-writes, @fannist, @ivonoris, @arwallace

[rawiyawrites]

Character Aesthetics: Cailean Calhoun

“Dear Girl, do you think you’re the only one who has suffered at the hands of monsters?”

Taglist:

@arwallace @cassandra-yannu-writes @fannist @ivonoris @godxblooded

[thesteamgoth]

Find the Word Tag

I was tagged by @arwallace! Thanks for tagging me. I have been tasked to find the words lost, hold, moon, and together in my current WIP. So without further ado...

Lost: 

Iara could feel the tears well up in her eyes, but willed them to stop, at least until she was upstairs. She nodded. “I’ve suddenly lost my appetite. Goodnight.”

She walked out of the room. Her mother didn’t stop her, and her father was too busy shouting at her mother. 

Hold:

He didn’t answer her, just trailed his eyes over her form. She didn’t like that.  Not at all. It was creepy, and although she was not one to usually shy from the dark and creepy. His eyes on her skin gave her a weird feeling. He was assessing her for something, she didn’t know what, and thats what she hated. Not knowing. She straightened her back, tightening her hold on the books cradled in her arms and ignoring the one he held outstretched in his hand.

Moon:

Cailean’s eyes widened, his mouth forming the word blood, glad that in his surprise he had not exclaimed the word out loud, although there was no one around that would have heard. Still he knew it was better to be safe than sorry.  The last thing he needed was to arose any suspicion; especially if the scent of blood was the result of any casualties. Cailean’s eyes widened at the thought, hoping to the moon that the blood was nothing more than the result of an trivial injury, like a paper cut. 

Together:

Iara’s gaze fell on a family, just across the road from her view. They weren’t really a family, but just two individuals. An middle-aged woman, holding the hand of a girl, probably no older then seven years of age. They were laughing together, and smiling; the sight making Iara think back to her own mother. Her eyes didn’t waver from the two, and she sighed.

“Things were much simpler then.”

I really love doing these, so thank you again to @arwallace for tagging me. I shall tag @cassandra-yannu-writes, @writeontheedge, @allthatpurpleprose, @finswriteblr, @fannist, @godxblooded @authordai and anyone else who would like to do so (as usual, don’t feel compelled to take part if you would rather not do so). 

I would like you to find the words night, star, life, and blue in your WIP.