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another reminder to stop buying/watching/reading anything JK Rowling associated

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ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.

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I'm gonna pretend like it was my plan to wait half the month before sharing anything oc-related...or even existing online again...

Totally planned, guys. Totally.

Why? you might ask.

Well...um...

Is it because you've been writing so much in all this time you've been absent? you might ask.

Uh...you see...

Are you going to share it? you might ask.

Ah...about that...

Well? you might ask.

...

I haven't written anything more than a few words at a time in two and a half months. I've hardly even touched my computer in all this time. I'm not even sure what to share for each oc because I haven't really been able to think about it.

This might be a train wreck.

But I'm the conductor of this train, so I at least get to make it go choo-choo before we crash and burn

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i dont hate you guys i swear i just have really shitty memory

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OC Questions

This tag came from @k-v-briarwood, so thanks for including me in this game!

Rules—answer the question given by tagger and pass it on with a new question. So I'll pass this on with soft tags to @mariahwritesstuff, @sliceofardath, @cljordan-imperium, @authoralexharvey, and @eli-writes-sometimes, as well as leaving an open tag. Your question will be What kind of business/company would your OC want to start? Would they want to manage it?

My question— Do you have an OC who genuinely scares you? If so, why do they scare you?  Uhhh...I mean, if I got on their bad side, yeah I’ve got a couple I’d be scared of lmao but just in general? Can’t think of any off the top of my head

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Last Line

This tag came from @autumnalwalker and @k--havok, so thank you both for including me in this game!

Gonna pass this along with soft tags to @shellyscribbles, @leebrontide, @zmwrites, and @winglesswriter, as well as leaving an open tag. Rules—just share your last line

A wave of gratitude came over him, and he let it carry over to Riley, who looked up at him and grinned. 

Yeah, I know I’m a gift, he sent back. 

Aaron laughed out loud. Indeed, it had been a good day. All it needed was a good ending and it would be a perfect day.

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Find the Words!

This tag came from @k-v-briarwood, so thanks for including me in this game!

Passing it along with soft tags to @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @written-in-starlight, @memento-morri-writes, and @ainahwrites, as well as leaving this an open tag. Your words will be shiver, pause, and kick. If you can't find one, leave a fun fact about your WIP, OCs, or writing process!

My words were leak, beam, favor, and neglect

These excerpts were taken from the first two books of my Castle series

Leak  Seen swallowed. Rain was leaking through cracks in the ceiling. “You were right to want a wussy dragon.” 

A violent storm raged in full force. The sky was black with thunderclouds and rain poured down in torrents. Lightning split the sky. The sea was a maelstrom, whipped into a frenzy by the winds. 

“I see why she’s the Terror of the North,” Seen yelled as they backed further into the tunnel. “She’s now the Terror of My Dreams.’’ 

“You’re afraid of poison ivy,” Hank said with a snort. 

“I’m allergic to poison ivy. Allergic, not afraid. It’s different.” 

Beam  Delighted, the woman moved closer to them, seeming to glide. She kept away from the small flame. “You remembered!” 

“What?” Seen said again. His face paled when he saw that her body went through the floor. 

Serena looked down at him. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” she told him, tapping his nose with a finger that consisted only of cold. Turning back to Raavi, she beamed. “Look at you! You’re so big and handsome now. You’re all grown up! What happened to your arm? Oh, you poor thing.” 

Favor  Caleb lowered his head. “Can you walk?” 

“No thanks to you. Would you do me a favor, do something useful for once?” 

“Yeah, of course. What do you need?” 

“Why don’t you find a nice cliff and fall off of it?” 

The next couple hours passed in silence. They only knew the other was there by the shifting rocks and gentle echoes of their movement. Every so often, Tobias would stumble and his cursing would reverberate in the stillness of the caves, leaping ahead only to bounce back at them. 

Neglect  Years and years’ worth of neglect lay on the floor, the dust untouched. The walls were dark with grime, crusty and flaky. The ceiling above them, though they couldn’t see it, was blackened, the pretty blue stone coated with soot and ash. 

Marrick moved farther into the room, little clouds of dust trailing in his wake. He thought he could make out columns before him in the gloom of the far side of the room. Massive columns almost as big around as he was, and far, far taller. He had no idea how high above them the ceiling was, but the columns disappeared into the darkness. They were spaced close together for columns, he noticed with trepidation. 

Movement—he froze. He’d heard something. If he wasn’t mistaken, it was on the other side of the columns. Wishing he had his hammer with him, he drew a long knife and held it hidden behind his back. 

He took one more step forward, the torchlight stretched in front of him so he could see as far ahead as possible, then he paused. Those weren’t columns. They were metal, and smooth and solid. 

Bars. 

They were bars.

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WIP Theme Songs

This tag came from @maddstermind, so thanks for including me in this game!

Passing it on with soft tags to @sleepyowlwrites, @authorlaurawinter, @ghost-town-story, @verba-writing, @daisywords, and @smzeszikorova, as well as leaving an open tag. Rules—share the opening theme and end credits for your wip

Using Castle for this

Castle intro  I'm not a hundred percent on this, but it has the fantasy and wintry vibes I want so it’s the closest I can think of at this moment    Wolf and the Moon by Brunuhville (3:59)

Castle end credits  idk if I want something like this—with soaring strings that promise adventure—    Norwegian Pirate by Thomas Bergersen / Two Steps from Hell (2:59)

or something like this—somber and nostalgic (although idk how nostalgic it would be at the end of just the first book...)    Erebor by Howard Shore (1:19)

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Thumbprint tag

This tag came from @oh-no-another-idea and @maskedemerald, so thank you both for including me in this game!

I'll pass this one on with soft tags to @junypr-camus, @zestymimblo, @elizaellwrites, @365runesoftheamalgamations, @sender-paulson, and @axl-ul, as well as leaving an open tag. Rules—list five to ten elements and/or tropes that keep showing up in your WIPs 

Found family  seems to be my go-to no matter what 

Talking animals  writing fantasy? Animals can talk because magic  writing a modern setting? Animals can talk because science  writing sci-fi? Alien species that’s basically just an animal 

Grief  this was something I hadn’t anticipated, but it was pointed out to me by a friend who’d read my stuff. Grief is a recurring element, apparently 

Family in general  family is a big deal to me irl and so it just naturally translates to my characters 

A likable villain (apparently)  Not that I'm gonna complain

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WIP Merch tag

This tag came from @eccaiia, so thanks for including me in this game!

Gonna pass it along with soft tags to @arctic-oceans, @wildswrites, @k--havok, @songsofsomnia, @nopoodles, @fleurtygurl, and @theglitchywriterboi, as well as leaving an open tag. Rules—design/describe a single piece of merchandise for your WIP

I would love a plushie of Old Tom! I’m a big fan of stuffies, and Old Tom is one of my personal favorites of my own ocs, so it makes sense this is the first thing I think of lol 

A plush of Old Tom in a seated position, with his hoop earring and little stub tail and icy blue eyes. His fur is green, but so dark that it often appears black except in direct light. He could come with a little removable travel pack that straps to his shoulders! It’d be so adorable

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First Seven Lines

This tag came from @axl-ul, so thanks for including me in this game!

Gonna be passing it along with soft tags to @pluttskutt, @fearofahumanplanet, @writernopal, @penspiration-writing, and @bardic-tales, as well as leaving an open tag. Rules—share the first seven lines from a WIP, be it the first line of the WIP, a chapter, a character’s intro dialogue, or even the first line from your most recent writing session

The car was gone. Riley was gone. Jimmy was gone. 

Aaron looked down at Avalanche. “We probably should’ve expected that,” he said. 

“Yuu,” she agreed sadly. 

On the one hand, Aaron hadn’t been looking forward to being a part of...that. On the other, he couldn’t help but worry now. Would there be any problems? Would Riley and Jimmy fight? Would their mothers come home before they made it back? Would Aaron have to cover for them? Could Aaron cover for them? He didn’t want to lie to his mother—or their mother, for that matter—but there was no way he could just tell them what was going on.

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Seven Snippets

This tag came from @traveler-of-realms, so thanks for including me in this game!

Gonna pass it on with soft tags to @papercutsunset, @crypticcodexcreations, @andromedaexists, @oh-no-another-idea, @pandawriterstuff, @krokuswrites, and @briannaswords, as well as leaving an open tag. Rules—share seven snippets from your WIP/s and tag seven people

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One  Riley risked a glance under the truck to see that the men had split up. He could see three pair of boots moving into the street to circle around the truck while the other man kept Riley pinned down with constant gunfire. Not a good position to be trapped in. At least, not normally. 

Dropping his backpack, he quickly reached inside and pulled out a small oval of dark green metal. The last one he had. He pulled the pin out, waited a second, and rolled it underneath the truck. 

“Is that a fucking grenade?” one of the men asked just before it went off. 

Two  Maybe...maybe he shouldn’t have let the men kidnap him. 

Aaron sighed, the sound lost to the helicopter’s windstorm. It seemed like a good idea at the time. 

Three  “I don’t think we need to sit around for three days,” Riley had said. As much as Jimmy hated it—as much as he hated agreeing with anything Riley said—he couldn’t find anything to say as refute. One stretch of road work had somehow brought them to Oregon far ahead of their time schedule, and while Jimmy had been grateful they were saved more hours in the car, he began to wonder if sitting still for many hours and contending with Avalanche’s unending energy was preferable to admitting that Riley had a point. 

It wasn’t that Riley was unintelligent. He was just very annoying. And any time Jimmy was forced to side with him never went unnoticed. 

Four  Aaron had no idea how to respond to their story. They didn’t appear concerned by that, however, and he let them move on to a new topic as though the previous one hadn’t been a roller coaster in its own right. Meeting his mother’s eyes, he silently asked, I’m not the only one with vertigo, am I? 

She hid her laugh well, and the brothers didn’t notice. No, you’re not. I honestly don’t know what else to expect from them at this point. 

Five  “Awoo?” Avalanche asked, and Jimmy froze midway onto the chair. 

“No, I wasn’t watching a...dirty video? Who told you I was watching porn?” 

“Rawr-y.” 

“Fuck you, Riley!” 

Six  She threw herself from the steps into Aaron’s arms, her trust in him perhaps stronger than he was; if Riley hadn’t been there to steady him, they would’ve hit the ground with maybe enough force to lower Aaron’s mood. 

“Awoo!” she cheered him. 

Aaron grunted as he struggled to maintain his grip while shifting it to something more manageable. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said. 

She chattered rapidly at him. 

“Yeah, of course. You can have all the pinecones you want.” 

“Awoo awoo awoooo!” 

Laughing, he turned to Riley for some help and together, they lowered her to the ground. She gave them no assistance, and made no effort to get up, instead choosing to roll onto her back and wriggle her joy at all the pinecones she was going to make Jimmy bring home for her. 

Seven  But then Jimmy had come back in, sleeplessness wearing away at his emotions. Turning his anger into sorrow. Bringing him back to apologize, to break down, to remind Riley that there was nothing he could do to help. And on a horrible level, Riley had resented him for it. Even as he’d held him, even as he’d gone downstairs with him, even as he’d stroked his hair until the medication finally put him to sleep, it had been there. Burning in his chest like an ember he couldn’t put out. 

 Because holding onto his anger gave more comfort than holding onto a stuffed leopard. 

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Six Sentence Sunday

This tag came from @tc-doherty, so thanks for including me in this game!

Passing this one along with soft tags to @regalserpent, @maddstermind, @whatsuptyler, @taveren-writing, @monstrousfreedom, and @erasde, as well as leaving an open tag. Rules—share six sentences of your WIP and tag six people

He waited until the plate was placed on the table, then pushed the door open and stepped inside. 

“Hey guys,” he said. Then he killed the dealer. 

The room erupted in chaos. The card game was forgotten. The panini was forgotten.

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This or That?

This tag came from @tabswrites and @sender-paulson, so thank you both for including me in this game!

Passing it along with soft tags to @traveler-of-realms, @wintersstreams, @blind-the-winds, @mjparkerwriting, and @iamwritehere, as well as leaving this an open tag. Rules—simply bold your preference

Historic or Futuristic?  As a lifelong fan of sci-fi, this is probably the easiest question I’ve ever been asked 

Opening or Closing Chapter?  Which do I prefer to read? To write? Which do I find easiest?  Honestly, even with the clarification, I’m not sure. Too many variables for that—I've always enjoyed writing the opening chapter, but I’ve never really struggled with an ending. I should probably add I’ve never written the ending for anything standalone, so maybe that makes a difference 

Light and fluffy or dark and gritty?  A mix of both. I don’t mind a whole story of light and fluffy or a whole story of dark and gritty, but a balanced mix of both is the best of both worlds 

Hard or soft magic system?  I tend to go with a soft magic system. It’s easier on my brain 

Stand-alone or series?  I mean, my main two are both series, so that speaks for itself lol 

Animal companion or found family?  Both! Definitely both! 

Horror or romance?  Horror, probably, but again, let’s give it a mix 

One project at a time or juggling multiples?  I am horribly uncoordinated irl, but with writing, I do best when I have the leniency of wip-hopping. Lately I’ve been focused on the one series; I don’t expect it to last lol 

One award winner or one best-seller?  Best-seller, maybe? I’m sorry, I don’t need the prestige of an award, I need the financials of more sales (I’m not a hobby writer, this is what I wanna do for life) 

Fantasy or sci-fi?  You make yav pick? You make yav pick between her two most darlings? Oh! Oh! Jail for you! Jail for one hundred years! 

Character description or setting description?  I like sprinkling character descriptions in throughout so It's not like an infodump of what they look like; alternatively, I feel like I suck at setting descriptions so 

First or final draft?  I’ll let you know when I get to a final draft (*sobs*) 

Love triangle in everything or no romantic arcs? Nothing against romance as an addition to a story, but I’ve grown rather tired of how so many stories revolve around a basic romance, and I’ve never come across a love triangle I actually liked 

Constant sandstorm or rainstorm? Constant rainstorm. I love rain whereas I view sand as simply neat

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Historic or Futuristic? 

Opening or Closing Chapter? 

Light and fluffy or dark and gritty? 

Hard or soft magic system? 

Stand-alone or series? 

Animal companion or found family? 

Horror or romance? 

One project at a time or juggling multiples? 

One award winner or one best seller? 

Fantasy or sci-fi? 

Character description or setting description? 

First or final draft? 

Love triangle in everything or no romantic arcs? 

Constant sandstorm or rainstorm?

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Last Line tag

This tag came from @smol-feralgremlin and @sleepyowlwrites, so thank you both for including me in this game!

Passing it on with soft tags to @ravonosify, @dontjudgemeimawriter, @winglesswriter, and @shellyscribbles, as well as leaving an open tag. Rules—just share your last line

Jimmy snorted. “Dude, I’ve been kicking Riley’s ass all evening in these games. How could I not be having fun?” 

“Chess?” was all Riley said. 

Jimmy picked up a handful of fake money and threw it at him. “I hate you. I hate that game. It’s stupid. It sucks. It doesn’t exist. You don’t exist.”

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Find the Words!

This tag came from @space-writes, so thanks for including me in this game!

Passing it on with soft tags to @nopoodles, @lexiklecksi, @did-i-do-this-write, and @unmellowyellowfellow, as well as leaving an open tag. Your words will be underneath, piece, neither, heavy, and busy. If you can't find one, leave a fun fact about your WIP, OCs, or writing process!

My words were feed, elaborate, study, and silver. These excerpts were taken from my Castle series

Feed  Small schools of symbiotic fish swam about the serpents, feeding off the crustaceans that were attracted by the algae. They looked like tiny flashes of silver in the water, as though someone had dropped handfuls of coins. 

They could estimate the age of the serpents based on their sizes and saw, to their surprise, most were quite young. The one they’d killed and hooked appeared to be the oldest of all the serpents that had migrated to Ship’s Bane. 

“I thought you said these waters were well traveled?” Seen asked Jethro, who gave him a doggy shrug. 

“We pass through fairly often.” 

“We haven’t passed through recently?” he offered. 

Elaborate  “You just threw him.” 

“Yes,” Hank said. “I don’t think he liked it.” 

The rodent stared at him for a second more, then started laughing. It laughed so hard, it knocked itself right over and kept laughing, curled up on its side. Unable to help himself, Hank found himself laughing with it. The sheer absurdity of it all. 

When its fit subsided, it sat up and wiped its eyes with its tail tuft. Standing, it performed an elaborate bow, sweeping its tail over its head like a fine hat. “Flolly Hawm, ever at your service!” 

Study  Tobias’ eyes flicked from him to Jay and back again. He didn’t know that Jay begged him to run, that it was the magic keeping his face impassive. To Haow, he said, “You look well for someone who died a thousand years ago.” 

“How kind of you to say so,” Haow said with an amiable smile, sitting at the little table. “Immortality will do that.” 

Tobias ignored him, instead looking to Jay. Jay’s body stood relaxed and at ease, that ever present half-smile in place on his lips. He noticed Tobias’ study of him and raised his eyebrows with a quick grin. 

Silver  “Why is she silver?” he found himself asking Arial in a whisper, and she gasped. 

“Aero!” she hissed, appalled. “You can’t just ask why someone’s silver!”

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Favorite Lines

This tag came from @mariahwritesstuff, so thank you for including me in this game!

Gonna pass it on with soft tags to @pluttskutt, @andromedaexists, @crypticcodexcreations, @pixelw0rds, @oh-no-another-idea, and @pandawriterstuff, as well as leaving an open tag. Rules—Post a line that you're tremendously proud of writing and a line that’s just out-of-context ridiculous

Proud of—(mostly cuz context makes me emotional) 

“Riley sent me,” he said. 

Ridiculous— 

Riley was watching him. “Skill issue,” he said. Then he took a step closer, his bloody knife ready for one last kill.