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Trying to invent an ask game!

Send an ask with one or more symbols below for a snippet of my WIP that shows…

🥰 something heartwarming 😢 sadness 🤬 fury 🤢 nausea 😨 fear or anxiety 🤣 humor 🤯 a turning point 🧐 discovery 🤕 injury 🤐 a secret ☠️ death 💥 a fight or explosion 🔥 fire or heat 💋 a kiss or romance 😳 embarrassment

…or, bonus, send an emoji for me to interpret!

Tagging a few people to maybe help get this ask game off the ground? Feel free to skip out if this isn’t your thing, I totally get it!

@space-arcanist @livvywrites @alittlewarlord @notquitenovelist @ruth-lund @jayuswrites @lonbergwrites @ownworldresident @ladytauria @cadewrites

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"I can fix him" "I can make him worse" well I can take him and drive him feral again

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I really should just. Start vague blogging about my book again since I have one now

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If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

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Slivers of Silver Main Cast

A "modern" fantasy illustrated fiction with illustrations, comics, and diagrams: A Mad Max/Annihilation esc family road trip in a rapture inspired fae-apocalypse.

What the fae do is not for mortals to question. In fact, even after ten years, Mes still doesn't know if the fae took the rest of the world from them, or if they snatched their chosen to play with them in a changeling landscape. It doesn't matter, really, she has bigger things to worry about, her children and their survival is always her number one priority. But while fae don't die and they certainly don't change their minds... something is wrong with the soil. The mirror pools grow cloudy and the hawthorn rots. If Mes is to ensure the safety of her only remaining family, something must be done. And unfortunately, there isn't anyone else to do it.

Main themes include family bonds, growing older, and survival in a world that wants you dead. Exploring uncertainty of the future, death, and beauty in hard to find places

Featuring: An 80's music obsessed biologist and her two kids: banana teen and skateboarding mint, three spunky and smelly old friends who hunt oil because it walks now, a deaf man living in an art museum, and a feral man child with a jello addiction.

May include

Trees. Lots of trees. Some of them are friendly

clouds that adopt

critique of capitalism and excess consumerism

Abba

goopy hard to kill body horror monsters of twisted human remains

souped up motorhomes

the weird hole in Minnesota that eats things

fae riddles

I had hoped to work on the first draft of the book for NaNo, but I'm having writers block, asks are very welcomed!

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why do only children's and fantasy books have illustrations. what crime did other readers commit that the industry decided we weren't worthy of lil drawings

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I got 6 days into NaNo and switched projects lmao

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I know it’s a bold suggestion, but what if I worked on my novel today

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Stop idolizing the grind and start idolizing Hügelkultur

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Ocean waves made of maps by Matthew Cusick

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It’s Micro Comic Summer and I thought I would combine a school illustration assignment with Hiveworks’ challenge! It was really nice to test myself and to figure out what needs more practice! 

Ft. my comic Ocean’s Blade: a seaside Arthurian retelling, awash with twisted politics, as a struggling earle and his mysterious shadow find out what happens when you try to fight Goddess decreed destiny

(If anyone can recommend a free program that has good text options lemme know, I was fighting them there words for a long time)

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When I was four and three quarters

My mother gave me a small fish

Golden orange as the sunset

The black and white of earth

The fish swim neatly in a bowl

And then when I learned more

I bought him a tank and little castle

Where he was happy and I enjoyed him alone

But as I grew older, he got bigger

And I moved him to a pond

A pretty little place in the woods by my house

Where he could grow evermore

And he grew until he was bigger than me

Till my love was boundless and I had to share

So I begged my entire town on bended knee

Bring all fish to our little oasis

But they never did

My pond was too far away

They had aquariums of fish

And I only had one

And one day he died

Late one night after one long last swim

I found him belly up and cried

And never got another fish

I've never owned a fish

All I've ever owned are words

The fish of course is a metaphor

my love is but a curse

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haley heynderickx, oom sha la la / celia pym, catalogue of holes / @seravph / madeline miller, circe / patrick bergsma / natalie shapero, a space to train and exit / @madeleinejubileesaito / jennifer willough, the sun is still a part of me

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Mom takes her two kids on a road trip through the apocalypse

Explain your work in progress badly:

“Only this ragtag band of plucky teenagers have got the gumption to stop the second coming of Christ”

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small friends