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I just wrote nearly 3,000 words of ā€˜the dead are bitterā€™ in one sitting. who the fuck am I and what have I done with regular me?
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Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Ā  ā€”Ā Ā AĀ  SINNERSĀ  MEMOIRĀ .Ā Ā 
Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  ā†³Ā  aĀ  wipĀ  introductionĀ  byĀ  yourā€™sĀ  truly , @whorizcnā€‹ā€‹ā€‹ !!
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ā†³Ā Ā  š™š™€š™‡š™‡Ā  š™ˆš™€Ā  š™š™ƒš™€Ā  š™š˜¼š™‡š™€ ,Ā  š™Žš™š™š˜¼š™‰š™‚š™€š™ .
ššžš„š©š”š¢š§šž šœš”šžš«š¢šž š¬šœš”š®š²š„šžš«Ā  has always been an ambitious womanĀ . from the day she was born a fire had been ignited inside her , burning brightly with the deep desire to become somethingĀ . when she was younger her mother had cradled her in her arms with a warm smile on her face as she told her that sheā€™s bound to be burnt by it.Ā 
those same words her mother had whispered to her played on repeat in delphineā€™s head as she sobbed in front of her familyā€™s graves . the weight of the schuyler family legacy a heavy weight on top of her shoulders , a weight she had welcomely burdened , butĀ a weight she was terrified of none the less.Ā 
that fire inside of her had never burned brighter . delphine did her best to put it out.
eleven years later , delphine is now living with her uncle in the small town of calicoĀ , a quiet mining town that doesnā€™t see much crime save for a handful of street robberies andĀ ā€œ suspicious figures ā€ prowling itā€™s dusty streets . so when the local gun smith and a bank teller turn up with a bullet between their eyes and matching missing chunks out of their flesh , saying that the people of calico had lost their minds would be the understatement of the century .Ā with rumors passing through the town like a plague and delphineā€™s uncle obsessing over finding and arresting theĀ ā€œĀ red devil,Ā ā€Ā delphine can feel that hunger for ambition creeping back in and hovering over her like a second shadowĀ , the familiar warmth of that forgotten fire spreading through her veins.
ššžš„š©š”š¢š§šž šœš”šžš«š¢šž š¬šœš”š®š²š„šžš«Ā  has always been an ambitious woman ,Ā and if going against her uncleā€™s wishes and tracking down a dangerous outlaw is what it takes to secure her legacy , then sheā€™ll be damned if she doesnā€™t do it.
because what could go wrong ? except you know , everything .
ā†³Ā  Ā š™š™ƒš™€Ā  š˜¾š™ƒš˜¼š™š˜¼š˜¾š™š™€š™š™Ž .Ā 
ššžš„š©š”š¢š§šž šœš”šžš«š¢šž š¬šœš”š®š²š„šžš« Ā ā€”Ā  aĀ  wannabeĀ  bountyĀ  hunterĀ  withĀ  aĀ  kindĀ  heartĀ  whoā€™sĀ  desperatelyĀ  tryingĀ  toĀ  honorĀ  herĀ  familiesĀ  legacyĀ  asĀ  wellĀ  asĀ  secureĀ  herĀ  ownĀ .
19 ,Ā  cis - femaleĀ  (Ā  sheĀ Ā /Ā  herĀ  ) ,Ā  lesbian ,Ā  black ,Ā  capricorn.
lost her parents and younger brother in a devastating fire when she was eightĀ .Ā she was soon after adopted by her uncle and has been living with him ever sinceĀ .Ā thoughĀ ,Ā sheā€™s growing tired of only being known as the sheriffs pretty niece.
a huge animal lover . her uncle gave her a silver dapple pinto missouri fox trotter for her thirteenth birthday and sheā€™s delphineā€™s pride and joy . her and irene are practically inseparable and if anything happened to her delphine wouldnā€™t know what to do with herself.
absolutely adores playing music and singingĀ ,Ā sheĀ views music as a form of escapism and whenever she needs to de - stress sheā€™ll find a quiet spot and jam out on her harmonica or practice her singing.
š¦ššš”ššš„š¢ššĀ  ā€œ š«šžš "Ā  š¬š®ššš«šžš³ - šžš¬šœšØš›ššš«Ā Ā ā€”Ā  aĀ  cunningĀ  andĀ  brashĀ  outlawĀ  hell - bentĀ  onĀ  gettingĀ  theĀ  revengeĀ  sheā€™sĀ  dueĀ  andĀ  whoā€™llĀ  stopĀ  atĀ  nothingĀ  toĀ  getĀ  itĀ .
20Ā , cis - female Ā ( Ā she Ā /Ā Ā her )Ā , Ā bisexualĀ  withĀ  aĀ  preferenceĀ  forĀ  womenĀ ,Ā Ā mexicanĀ ,Ā Ā scorpio.
after the tragic death of her parents by the hands of the claiborne gangĀ ,Ā  mahalia and her twin sister were abducted and forced to work in a prostitution and gambling den in order to pay the debt her father failed to pay off.
a formidable gambler who may or may not have an addictionĀ .Ā will not hesitate to kick your ass at poker and drain you for all youā€™re worth by using the dirty tactics she picked up from her years at the gambling den.
has to use a cane due to her bad knee which was fractured by the leader of the claiborne gang , arthur claiborne . loves beating the shit out of people with it because she finds it funny.Ā 
ā†³ Ā  š™š˜¼š™‚š™‡š™„š™Žš™ Ā Ā ( Ā pleaseĀ  sendĀ  meĀ  anĀ  askĀ  toĀ  beĀ  addedĀ  /Ā  removed !!Ā  ) .
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Blood red, strawberry pink?
thank you for your ask <33 I might ramble a lil
Blood Red: Favourite piece of dialogue from your wip
answering for TDAB. I haven't actually started writing yet but in my outlineĀ I've included a lot of dialogue that I want to put into a certain scene, and any of the banter between Abi and Josef is automatically a favourite. Some of my fave prospective lines of dialogue so far though, are
ā€œI canā€™t attract a single boy in seventeen years and the one time I do, heā€™s a trickster spirit who probably wants to kill meā€
ā€œThe dead donā€™t feel pain, Abi. Lesson one.ā€
ā€œIsaiah, this is my friend Josef Oshiro, I believe Iā€™ve mentioned him.ā€ Isaiah regards him carefully. ā€œIndeed you have. I believe you told me he was an annoying prick who sent you on a wild goose chase with only loose ends.ā€ Josef looks at her accusatively, and she smiles at him. ā€œYes, well that was after meeting him the first time. The goose chase is more or less over, though heā€™s still an annoying prick.ā€
ā€œIf I die, Abilene Whitlow, I will haunt you for the rest of your life. And Iā€™ll find this Josef guy and make him haunt you as well for being so stupid. And Iā€™ll make the entire Afterlife give you hell for years.ā€
Strawberry Pink: Ship trope you have in your book
Ghost Shipping: Shipping a live character with a dead character, self-explanatory when half your story is told in the afterlife
Abi and Josef also fit theĀ ā€œpure, naive baby with the jaded baby who wants to protect themā€
also kind of enemies to lovers but only in the sense that they spend half of the book antagonising each other and arguing over everything
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bubblegum pink and daffodil yellow
thank you for your ask <3
Bubblegum Pink: If you could only write one genre for the rest of your life, what would it be?
as much asĀ I'm loving writing with the real world, I love fantasy too much to only ever write somewhat contemporary. I think I could write a million fantasy stories because thereā€™s not really a single limit to what you can do with it
Daffodil Yellow: Does worldbuilding come easily to you?
kind of, I do love world building and do a lot of it, particularly for furyā€™s reign, that I just add to as I go along, but I do getĀ ā€˜world building blockā€™ where I have no idea whatĀ I'm doing at all or seemingly canā€™t come up with any good ideas
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Colourful Writeblr Asks
Dusty Rose: Your personal favourite character in your wip
Sunset Orange: Your personal least favourite character in your wip
Lime Green: Your favourite kind of scene to write
Twilight Purple: Your least favourite kind of scene to write
Blood Red: Favourite piece of dialogue from your wip
Ocean Blue: Least favourite piece of dialogue from your wip
Morning Grey: Do you still want people to join your taglist?
Bubblegum Pink: If you could only write one genre for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Forest Green: Whatā€™s your favourite genre to write?
Primrose Yellow: Whatā€™s your least favourite genre to write?
Iced Coffee Brown: What is one character that readers wouldnā€™t expect to do what they did?
Caribbean Turquoise: Which character has the most traumatic past?
Brick Red: Which character gets the happiest ending?
Strawberry Pink: Ship trope you have in your book
Ice Blue: Ship trope you think is overused in writing
Forest Green: Of your main five characters, who is a tea, coffee, water or soda person?
Daffodil Yellow: Does worldbuilding come easily to you?
Leather Jacket Black: Anything you think I left off!
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perhaps a 16,000 word outline is excessive bUT the outline for TDAB book one is now complete!! no idea what the actual word count for the first draft will be but so far the book will be 37 chapters long, and hopefully between 70,000 and 90,000 words. excited to get started!Ā 
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MY NAME IS NEMESIS
genre: magical realism, elitist cult, revenge tragedy
wc goal: 60kĀ 
I laugh at my scars. The scratch on my ankle, a side effect of wasted tripping into Beckā€™s collection of fireplace pokers. ā€œThose were my grandfathers.ā€ Yeah, Beck, everything in your house is an heirloom. Valuable only to you.
Then, my ring finger sports a pink, wavy indent. Some second-cousin once-removed dared me to stick it in a burning candle wick. What was I going to do, say no? I held my hand over it a moment too long, watched her sneer widen into terror as my skin melted. I snapped a mental photograph of that face, take it out for a laugh. Scars are comedic souvenirs carved into me for my own mistakes.Ā I charm the most pretentious, self-serving of rooms with these stories. I own them.
Standing in the white-tiled chamber, I have a hundred fresh cuts from head to toe. My body is drenched in blood, as is the floor, as are the bodies rag-dolled around me. Did I do that to them? What have they done to me? My hands are sliced like a mosaic. These better not leave a fucking scar. Iā€™m not a beast to be branded. Iā€™m fucking livid. I am murderous.Ā 
My name is Nemesis.Ā This is my villain origin story.Ā 
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ā€œScarsā€ | Laudan |Ā  Born to the Sea
His thoughts wandered back to Laudan, wrapped in luxurious armor that hid the scars he had been allowed to touch. Except they werenā€™t from the Heressia, but from the sword blows of countless rebels. Now he knew his secret. A truth so heavy that he could share it with no one. [Vaelenā€™s PoV]
[Wip Tag | Caliyan | Laudan | Vaelen | Art]
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THE HONEY SEALERS ā€¦ a wip by lau c.
genreĀ ; ā€” magical realism, contemporary
themes & tropes ;Ā ā€” the unraveling of reality, non-spaces & supermodernity, a rag-tag group of assholes, unreality & ghosts, mythology, the unchosen ones, losing humanity, the apocalypse, the hellhole that is your early twenties, lgbtqia+, loss
synopsis ; ā€” channing carries her heart in the pocket of her coat. and sometimes it hurts to be alive, but thatā€™s alright, the world is ending anyway. with reality coming apart at the seams, the past has crawled back in, slipped through the cracks. insidious. it haunts. chases mortality to the edge. leaves it heaving, aching, breathing. but not for long. and channing carries her heart in the pocket of her coat, hoping that someday, sheā€™ll have someone to share it with.
ā€” taglist (ask to be -/+) ā€¦ psd by @castoraphicsĀ 
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furysreign Ā· 4 years
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I have eleven chapters of TDAB outlined and ugh Iā€™m actually in love with this story
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FR is on hiatus this week because I forgot it was Sunday and now itā€™s getting late and IĀ have no energy to post it lol
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WIP (Re-)Introduction | The Dead are Bitter (working title)
Imelda once asked me if I ever felt afraid of my connection to the Afterlife; if I ever tossed and turned at night thinking of my own mortality, my own finality. I said I had never, because the spark of humanity is never completely extinguished. Light and laughter carries on with the soul, memory keeps one alive even after death. And how scary could it be, really, to cross from one threshold to the next just as billions before I have done? Death is the sole constant of life, so it has been since the first moments of consciousness, and so it shall be until the last. It is not death that scares me, it is what comes after it.
Synopsis
When a near death experience as a child left Abilene Whitlow orphaned and vulnerable, she discovered her ability to cross between the land of the living, and the land of the dead. Now eighteen years old, she works at a shop run by a self-proclaimed psychic, performing seances and comforting mourners with messages from the deceased, while in dreams she walks with friends long since departed. It is all routine, all normal, until she hears the frightened soul of a long dead teenager call out to her, and increasingly frequent visions of a man with bright green eyes begins to haunt her in both worlds. Something nefarious lies in wait, hidden between the fabric of two dimensions, and Abi must track down the dead boy before itā€™s too late, the both of them the only ones capable of stopping what threatens to bring carnage from the dead to the living.
Genre
YA/Supernatural/Urban Fantasy/Elements of Horror
P.O.V
First person (for now anyway)
Series or Standalone
Duology
Status
Outlining
Word Count
About 80,000
Taglist (adding my regular FR taglist but let me know if youā€™d like to be removed from this one <3): @storelmykva | @ketterkind | @ahusaka | @noloumna | @the-ichor-of-ruination | @sprigofbasil | @vanzhuo | @samplewriting | @dorogayas | @ashvayr | @rkmoriyama | @moariin | @serpentarii | @scioltezza | @write-like-babs | @sautrns | @hiraethas | @inheriting | @medusaswrites | @mayawritesbooks | @zmlorenz | @honeywharf | @sondials | @herondalelucies | @alternativeforensicscientist | @carumens | @klywrites | @caelum-writes | @ladywithalamp | @priwrite | @thenondescriptwriter | @enchanted-lightning-aes | @guulabjamuns | @kowlazovdi | @writingbyjillianĀ 
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WIP (Re-)Introduction | The Dead are Bitter (working title)
Imelda once asked me if I ever felt afraid of my connection to the Afterlife; if I ever tossed and turned at night thinking of my own mortality, my own finality. I said I had never, because the spark of humanity is never completely extinguished. Light and laughter carries on with the soul, memory keeps one alive even after death. And how scary could it be, really, to cross from one threshold to the next just as billions before I have done? Death is the sole constant of life, so it has been since the first moments of consciousness, and so it shall be until the last. It is not death that scares me, it is what comes after it.
Synopsis
When a near death experience as a child left Abilene Whitlow orphaned and vulnerable, she discovered her ability to cross between the land of the living, and the land of the dead. Now eighteen years old, she works at a shop run by a self-proclaimed psychic, performing seances and comforting mourners with messages from the deceased, while in dreams she walks with friends long since departed. It is all routine, all normal, until she hears the frightened soul of a long dead teenager call out to her, and increasingly frequent visions of a man with bright green eyes begins to haunt her in both worlds. Something nefarious lies in wait, hidden between the fabric of two dimensions, and Abi must track down the dead boy before itā€™s too late, the both of them the only ones capable of stopping what threatens to bring carnage from the dead to the living.
Genre
YA/Supernatural/Urban Fantasy/Elements of Horror
P.O.V
First person (for now anyway)
Series or Standalone
Duology
Status
Outlining
Word Count
About 80,000
Taglist (adding my regular FR taglist but let me know if youā€™d like to be removed from this one <3): @storelmykva | @ketterkind | @ahusaka | @noloumna | @the-ichor-of-ruination | @sprigofbasil | @vanzhuo | @samplewriting | @dorogayas | @ashvayr | @rkmoriyama | @moariin | @serpentarii | @scioltezza | @write-like-babs | @sautrns | @hiraethas | @inheriting | @medusaswrites | @mayawritesbooks | @zmlorenz | @honeywharf | @sondials | @herondalelucies | @alternativeforensicscientist | @carumens | @klywrites | @caelum-writes | @ladywithalamp | @priwrite | @thenondescriptwriter | @enchanted-lightning-aes | @guulabjamuns | @kowlazovdi | @writingbyjillianĀ 
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In old times, the city of Liangyi was the seat of an ancient god.
re-reading this chapter and like 95% of it needs rewriting lmao, but as always this is just a first draft so I gotta be less of a perfectionist about it for now. Hope you enjoy Jinā€™s first chapter <33
Chapter Six | From the Start
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taglist (send me an ask to be added/removed): @storelmykva | @ketterkind | @ahusaka | @noloumna| @the-ichor-of-ruination | @sprigofbasil | @vanzhuo | @samplewriting | @dorogayas | @ashvayr | @rkmoriyama | @moariin | @serpentarii | @scioltezza | @write-like-babs | @sautrns | @hiraethas | @inheriting | @medusaswrites | @mayawritesbooks | @zmlorenz | @honeywharf | @sondials | @herondalelucies | @alternativeforensicscientist | @carumens | @klywrites | @caelum-writes | @ladywithalamp | @priwrite | @thenondescriptwriter | @enchanted-lightning-aes | @guulabjamuns | @kowlazovdi | @writingbyjillian
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ā€“an excerpt from CROWNED
[ if you want to see the ending of this scene, please look at my camp nano post for day 25 ]
TAGLIST: @jessaminelovelaces @hideotanakas @birdquils @nepeinthe @alinespenhallow @spinthedawns @emdrabbles @rapunzelles @lord-fallen @ariadnaes @themillionthdraftā€‹ @septemberliterature @the-starlight-chills @qelizhus @nefertiti-writes @nazyalensky @ketterkind @honeywharf @summersromance @moariin @cythereias @atelierwriting @moonlightinvalhalla @starshots @messythoughtsandscribbledplots @ahowlinwolf @semblanche @gracethalia @weasleyvictoire @aquillas @inesnenci @zielenheil @ahusaka @gatsbies @zalighart @scioltezza @sautrns @sourrcandy @pe-ersona @sprigofbasil @literary-lavender @furysreign @medusaswrites @you-are-my-neverland @sondials @leftover-starlight @rcvolutions @mahalii @a-writing-cat @hazedartisan @ashesconstellation @writingbyjillian @janaisvu (send an ask to be added/removed from the taglist!)
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ā€œBefore the Stormā€ | Born to the Sea
Featuring Vaelen & Laudan, two of the protagonists from Born to the Sea (and madly in love).
ā€œYou are a storm. I cannot withstand you.ā€ [Laudanā€™s PoV]
[Wip Tag | Caliyan | Laudan | Vaelen | Art] Ā 
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genre: fiction // romance
themes and tropes: adaptation; coming of age; dysfunctional family; friends to lovers; identity crisis; mental health; my trauma made me funny; rivals to lovers; we are not taking ourselves that seriously but we definitely should; young adult
format: full-length play
status: writing
goal: 150 pages
synopsis: Penelope struggles to deal with the loss of her transgender sister and with her own seuxality. Her mother alternates between denying that Shannon, Penelopeā€™s older sibling, existed at all and that she died. Penelope also deals with the complexities of dysfunctional family interpersonal dynamics, behaviors, and relationships with one another.
Beatrice makes herself out to be a caricature of who she is by embracing all the rumors people have said about her and being exactly who they think she is: that she smokes, drives a classic motorcycle, whips through sexual partners, is careless with herself and others and has no work ethic. Why she does this is a mystery for Penelope, who catches glimpses of who her best friend actually is.
Fabian similarly struggles with family issues. He was adopted at thirteen and never quite feels like he has a footing in his new family, at school, on the varsity track team. He sees himself as a transient being, with no real identity beyond his name. He has demons from his past to confront and will sternly ignore that anything is amiss inside himself.
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taglist of people + their blogs who inspired me to get back on track with writing this (ask to be +/- to the high rise/hard fall tag list!):Ā @dulcuas; @adaparkwrites; @writingamongthecoloredroses; @highlycosmic; @swanxlake; @honeyscript; @writingbyjillian; @weasleyvictoireā€‹; @lousylovedā€‹; @aelenkoā€‹; @atelierwritingā€‹; @starshotsā€‹; @hcneyvinegarā€‹; @hannahs-creationsā€‹; @booksnotbookiesā€‹; @semblancheā€‹; @sprigofbasilā€‹; @rhiannonleewritingā€‹; @furysreignā€‹
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