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“no one wants to read this” ok but you do. and that’s enough. and also wrong. i want to read it. hand it over

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When she wasn’t paying attention, she’d become a someone she didn’t want to be, and she didn’t know how to change back. <- Dita, annoyed that loving her friends is getting in the way of doing evil science

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reblog and put in the tags the 13th sentence from any WIP

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so one of my favourite pieces of worldbuilding for aaof purely for the putting the characters through the torment nexus potential is that psychics are all born at full strength. and like. for someone like immanuel or kit (or dita, but she's a special case because she gets her powers as an adult) whose abilities are mostly latent, that doesn't make as much of a difference —

but on the other end of the spectrum there's vani who comes into the world with the ability to turn people inside out with her mind, who spends the first years of her life almost completely isolated and an active danger to everyone who comes near, who learns control early out of necessity but never learns to socialize in a way that isn't underpinned by the threat of what she can do (if she likes you, she'll give you a stomachache when you annoy her; if she doesn't, she'll give you a heart attack)— 

and bo, who's orphaned young and doesn't learn control at all until he's a teenager taken in by the project, who stays alive because for the first decade and change of his life everyone who comes near is suddenly overtaken by the need to feed and care for him, to forget the suspicions that kick in when they get beyond range, only to get to the project and be told he's a monster, that he can't trust his own sense of right and wrong but it's okay, they'll steer him right if he just followers orders— 

and sacha, who absorbs illnesses and injuries like a sponge, who's already fucked his immune system irreparably by the time he learns to control it, who learns to weaponize the appearance of weakness because he's never had the choice to appear any other way, who's constantly lying and scheming and coming up with convoluted plans that don't necessarily benefit him or anyone else because he needs to feel like he can control something and life isn't just happening to him

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tagged by @ace-malarky!

“If you don’t stop arguing, you’re not going to have to worry about the plants because I’m going to kill you,” Josephine signed.

Betrayed, Kit jabbed a finger in Dita’s direction: he hadn’t been the one who spent the whole journey over talking, who left his things in the common areas — not even in the corner designated as bunk space, which Kit reluctantly conceded fell under the same rules as a closed bunk and could be organized however Dita liked, but in the actual common areas which they all shared — and never cleaned up after meals until hours after the fact, even when it was her turn.

“If you’d just keep your hands off my things—” Dita said out loud and at volume.

“Quiet,” Kit signed.

“For fuck’s sake,” Josephine said, squeezing her eyes shut. “Both of you, don’t say anything. Just walk. In silence. Kit, behind me. Dita, you’re rearguard. Do not wander off, and do not, do not, start arguing again. Don’t even look at each other.” Dita would have to be looking at Kit’s back if she was following him, but Josephine turned around and started walking before he could point this out, and Kit, not wanting to get lost on a strange planet, followed behind her.

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i think all the best sci-fi is the sci-fi that looks dirty and lived in. like yeah we could have space travel and lasers but people are still gonna leave dirty cups by the side of their sleep pod and get weird alien mud stuck on their boots and put off fixing that faulty light on the lower deck of the spaceship. its relatable. its humanizing.

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Tell me the twist of your current WIP with as little context as possible

Mine is “she gardens with homemade fertilizer”

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kit's having a great time

When they stepped outside, the handheld scanner read five degrees colder and the air pressure and a degree higher [than the shipboard scanners], but still breathable and free of contaminants — whether this was a coincidence or an indication that the shipboard equipment retained some functionality would remain an exciting mystery, possibly to be solved when they keeled over and died: their resupply window was narrow enough that they had retrofitted the ship to a minimum of functionality and hoped for the best, a strategy which had surprisingly not killed them yet but had not run out of opportunities to do so.

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when in doubt about whether or not to make a thing, do it for your 3 hardcore fans.

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My average writing experience:

"Alright I think I'm almost done actually-"

*Google doc grows second health bar and a choir starts singing in latin*

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my fave writing reminder

honestly, this phrase has been on my mind more times than i can count. i've kidnapped it, taken it as a hostage with no ransom money because i need it to live permanently in my head.

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this was the bit that i thought had a cute tender forehead kiss btw

Sometimes, it felt like he and Sacha were trapped in a loop together, retreading the same arguments until the day they died: Avram told him he was being stupid and reckless and putting himself in danger for no reason when he already had a home and food and clothing and what else could he possibly need the money for; and Sacha shot back with a string of long complicated words that made it sound like he’d swallowed a dictionary but really amounted to he was nineteen which meant he was officially an adult nearly everywhere, and was therefore within his rights to be stupid and reckless and endanger himself and Avram couldn’t stop him (at sixteen, he’d argued age of majority laws were tyrannical and arbitrary. At fifteen, he agreed with everything Avram said and then turned around and did whatever he wanted); and Avram pointed out they were wanted by the authorities and also lived on a spaceship which only functioned because they all did their jobs instead of picking up whatever it was he’d picked up this time for extra cash, and also that Avram loved him and didn’t want to see him hurt, and Sacha would raise an eyebrow and ask why that should have any impact at all on his decision-making process.

Afterwards, when Sacha was bright-eyed and swaying on his feet, Avram ducked a shoulder under his arm and half-carried him into the cabin, feeling the shallow rise and fall of his ribs against his side: while they fought he’d scratch and kick and bite if he came near, but when it was over he was as close as he ever came to docile, letting Avram lower him onto the edge of his bunk and strip off his jacket and his shoes and wrap a blanket around his trembling shoulders. Let Avram climb onto the bunk next to him and drifted into his side, eyes scrunched shut even with the lights turned off. Sometimes, he thought Sacha did it all just to get these quiet moments. To fight and push and claw until he had no choice but to let himself rest and be cared for.

“What did you take, hon?” he asked into Sacha’s hair. The kid’s breath puffed hot and shallow into his shoulder, hands clenching and unclenching around the bedspread but never quite managing to find a grip. “You seem really rough.” And then, when Sacha didn’t say anything: “I won’t be angry.”

“You’re angry right now,” Sacha mumbled. “And I haven’t taken anything. It came upon me in the ordinary way.”

“I wish you wouldn’t lie to me.”

Sacha glanced up at him. His green eyes were fever-bright and rimmed red, but his skin was cool to the touch, like he’d been out in the snow. “I am as I have been, Captain. You know what to expect.”

“Yeah. I guess I do.”

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word game wednesday: kiss

Tapping experimentally at the walls, she chanced stepping inside and knelt by the first soon-to-be-corpse, which belonged to Peterson. His mousy hair had thinned a little, as had the rest of his body. She’d never particularly liked him, but she’d never particularly disliked him, either, being that his perpetual failure to actually do anything meant he’d never been much of a threat. Beside him were two of Rico’s Second Gen lackeys — long-faced, dark-eyed Imran, and Cally with her riot of curls so blond they were almost white — and another Healer, Janus, who unlike Vani really had been trained in healing and spent her time kissing paper cuts better in the infirmary.

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fundamentally bo's problem is that he thinks he's lennie from of mice and men but he can't express that because he hasn't read of mice and men

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why do I have to work. I need that time for thinking about ocs

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screaming, crying, throwing up, as I force myself to write a story i'm very passionate about and love writing and have no obligation to write except that i want to

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save me characters doing fucked up things out of self-preservation…..characters doing fucked up things out of self-preservation save me………..