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sometimes i lock in too hard when writing that it feels like the spirits of the characters are possessing my body.

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having ocs is so fucked .... i miss them so bad but im the guy who has to create new content. but im sleepy

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writing share tag

Thank you for the tag, @mysticstarlightduck! I'm having on and off days where it comes to writing right now -- family in town keeping my days busy and fun -- but here's some of the most recent scene I added to Bent Nails...

“Do they allow visitors?” Jacob asked. “At these great tryout trials?” Sutton messed up her pitch. “Whoops, sorry,” she called. “You know, I have no idea, but like. They’re going to be at the school field. They can’t exactly barricade off the seats.” “Are you going to watch, Michael?” Michael hesitated, one hand rubbing up and down Melon’s side. “Haven’t been invited,” he answered. Jacob smiled and threw the ball over Sutton’s head; Melon’s nose followed it interestedly, but the petting he was receiving seemed too good a boon to give up. “Well, if you get invited,” Jacob continued. “And can bring a plus one. I’d like to see it.” “Of course you can both come,” Sutton said joyously. “So long as you sit far enough away and don’t make embarrassing cheering noises. Or jeering noises,” she added, just to be safe. She didn’t need a pair of old farts on the sidelines drawing more attention to her, threatening her concentration. They were pretty much done with their game of catch – Sutton didn’t want to spend the whole afternoon without doing any work after all – and Jacob walked over, taking his glove off. “Aw, no cheering or jeering, you hear that, Michael?” “Only reason I go to sports at all is to cheer and jeer,” Michael said tonelessly, lying through his teeth without shame. Sutton snorted. “Like you ever open your mouth when you don’t have to. It’s not you I’m worried about, it’s just that Jacob is such a bad influence.”

@awordchemist @on-noon @writingamongther0ses @writingrosesonneptune @space-writes @zmwrites @enchanted-lightning-aes and anyone else that sees this, consider this your no pressure tag! 🌺

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Specified Lines Tag

Thanks again @oh-no-another-idea

This time I'm finding a line about a smell, a line that's yelled, a line about a drink, a line about hands

Pulling these from Nightshade:

a line about a smell

Nix’s stomach rumbled as the smell of grilled meat drifted up to where he sat perched on top of the wall. He didn’t have any money, but that wasn’t a problem. He could take what he needed easily enough.

a line that's yelled

“I won’t trust my son’s rescue to that monster!” he shouted. “He’s done enough harm already. If it were up to me he’d be thrown in prison and we’d never have to deal with him again.”

a line about a drink

“Here, Kid, drink this. It’s kinda gross, but it will help with the pain. And the nausea.”

a line about hands

“I don’t suppose you are going to tell me about this?” Gram raised the kid’s hand slightly, indicating the cut across his palm that was once again oozing blood. The kid shrugged. “No.” Gram let out a chuckle. “Ya, I figured as much.”

Open tag for anyone who wants to do this and also tagging @kingragnarok-writes @thatndginger @aalinaaaaaa

Find a line about something hard, a line where someone is hurt, a line where someone is cared for, a line you think is beautiful

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OC Confession Tag

Thanks for tagging me @oh-no-another-idea!

Rules: Post a scene where one of your characters confesses to another character from your wip. It doesn't have to be a love confession. Maybe it's a lie. Maybe it's a crime. Maybe it's betrayal. Go buckwild, go crazy!

'They tell you it's something obscene,' Finlay said. 'They act like it's something unnatural, something deranged. It isn't, though. It isn't even your choice.' 'Isn't it?' Finlay hesitated. He grew quiet. 'I never wanted to fall in love with my master,' he said softly. 'I wouldn't choose to love a married man. But I am, and I do, and I wouldn't change it even if I could.' Edwin didn't know how to respond. He wasn't married—not anymore—not truly. Yet the thought still ached. 'Shall we ride?' Finlay asked briskly, perhaps noticing the silence. 'What do you say to a run about the lake?'

I'll tag @cee-grice, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @bi-focal12, and open tag as always!

Steampunk dragons taglist (let me know if you want to be added or removed!): @sarandipitywrites, @space-writes, @melpomene-grey, @finickyfelix, @bi-focal12

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7 4 Snippets, 7 4 people tag

thanks to @oh-no-another-idea (x) for this tag wayyyy back. just doing it now 'cause i have free time, lmaooo.

i've been mostly watching anime these days rather than writing, lol. but i'm slowly getting back into it. slowly being the keyword, sksksk. anyways, have 4 snippets from Lines of a Script to Ignore a.k.a LOASTI. Preview of my messy sapphic girls. :>

1.

"Oh. She's a manager?" "Nope, she happens to be a playwright. But she's also a part of the stage crew. Dealing with props and how to arrange a set. I mean she'd have her own play or musical produced but. . . the higher ups are picky. I'd ask her what her latest idea's all about except. . . I've been busy, so. . . yep." "That's good! It must be fulfilling."

2.

Before Tegan can let out a swoony sigh, her best friend's face pales. She stumbles back and throws a hand up. "Why does this stranger sound like my sister?" Nijiko asks, her lips tight in a frown. "Did you get her name?" "Nah, I didn't have an opportunity to ask. Why? Do you know her?"

3.

Before the woman can say anything, Tegan tries smiling. She hopes it looks apologetic, somehow. "… Never mind then. I'll see you around." "Uh huh, enjoy your coffee too," Tegan murmurs, belatedly realizing she's not the damn barista.

4.

After she puts her credentials in her messenger bag, she trudges outside. Seriously? Why does this had to happen again? How long is she supposed to take? To get a job suitable with the credentials she's got? She didn't go abroad and study for nothing. Is she going to have to search and search until she gives up?

Tagging, no pressure tho: @charlesjosephwrites, @cherrybombfangirlwrites, @ink-fireplace-coffee, @apocalypsewriters and anyone who wants to, i guess.

Gonna redo my tag games post bc it's been way too long. 😶

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me with my characters: u can have a little deeply repressed rage,,,,, as a treat

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to my fellow writers:

i hope you find the strength to finish that chapter, to finish your outline, to edit a bit more, to be kind to yourself

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Find the word tag

Thank yous to the most beloved @sleepy-night-child for this ancient tag -- I shall go searching through Invisible Girl today!

Muffle:

“They’re using your father’s designs for their own,” Paris said, muffled. “That’s theft.” “They’re already thieves,” Antonio answered. “I think that’s well established, Paris.”

Bent:

Gladys looked questioningly at Antonio, who took a step backwards. Lewis bent to retrieve the runaway paperweight, and Velia gently toed it away from him, causing it to appear as though it had legs of its own. “That paperweight is possessed!” Gladys hollered, jumping up on to her chair and pointing with a shaking hand.

Honest:

“You know I’m scared all the time,” Velia said, voice flat with honesty. He spread his hands: there you have it. Velia grabbed his arm before he could go. “Paris.”

Little:

“You’re just scared of West and his lackeys,” Masters said derisively, and across the diner where they were sitting at two separate small tables half tucked behind a coatrack, Antonio elbowed Paris and grinned around at them all. Cartwright glared. “You’d be smart to be scared. West’s right hand Manfield is no fool. Don’t you think it was a little too easy to grab hold of our prize in the first place? What if this bid is them trying to lure us back to a place they can snatch it back?” “Oh,” Antonio said when it was clear nobody was scared of him.

I'll tag @charlesjosephwrites @reneesbooks @chauceryfairytales @winglesswriter @writernopal @avrablake @sleepyowlwrites and anyone else who sees this! Your words are wide, word, whole, and weary :)

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Find the Word Tag

Thanks to @charlesjosephwrites for tagging me on this one, hopefully such a prompt response indicates I'm back for real (real) this time no cap on God

Yes I will never say that again.

My words are dream, funny, wrong, and feel, taking from Atomancers as its webnovel release inches closer.

Dream, Lia:

As soon as Lia heard those words, a million thoughts bombarded her mind. She had always dreaded spending her life on the fishing boat, but she’d been so caught up in that dread that she never thought of what she’d do with freedom instead. Maybe she’d carry on what Mom did, providing a free literacy education to every fellow Native she could. Maybe…. But now, her dream was to learn magic.

Funny, Sandrine:

“Secretaries,” she addressed, and “Sir,” with a nod to the President. “Vice Admiral Sandrine Wright,” said Marmont, extending a hand. “Pleased to finally make your acquaintance.” His voice was like that sleazy salesman who tried to sell her an utterly irreparable horseless-carriage. She didn’t buy it here, either. "Likewise, sir." She accepted his handshake with a thin smile, before turning back to the group. “Anyways, what’s this all about?” “Funny story, actually,” Marmont began. “I’d just sent the telegram to Donnerstadt about de-escalation talks, but then the Haartians pull this trick on us.”

Wrong, Lioko:

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Kalena confirmed. “Hopefully they won’t have time to notice what’s going…” she stopped for a moment, and stared into the distance. From the singing-stone tower, there was a brief glint, like the Lesser Moon was switching places in the sky. “…What’s wrong?” A bullet rang against the superstructure, punching through and landing not three meters from where the twins stood. Having lost its momentum, it bounced against the deck and ended up on the far side. As the ship finally began to move, it rolled back towards them. “Sniper!” one of the partisans called.

Feel, Lia:

Once the guns fell silent, Lia let out an ecstatic squeal and charged at Hydrogen. Now she could squeeze them and spin around. They felt fuzzy, but in an airy sort of way. Like the feeling of pins and needles, without any of the pain. They were almost weightless, to the point where she was sure their sword was heavier than them. “Aaaaa! Hydrogennnn!!” she exclaimed, in a voice higher than theirs, tears of joy clouding her vision. “I… I- I thought you left us!”

Gently passing this one on to @oh-no-another-idea, @lanawritesalittle, @juliana-jones, @cinnarios, and leaving it open!

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find the word

got tagged by @space-writes (thank you so much!) as usual here's púlsar, with the words nobody, reason, tired, and relief

nobody

The density of my cell, the one that followed me here, the darkness of the corner, grows more consistent every day. Knowing. It smiles at me when nobody’s looking, without a face; it banishes if the others notice that, distracted from the conversation they are having, I focus instead on a point across the room for too long.

reason(s)

Áine agreed, rotting book clutched in between her arms, with her harsh defense of her reasons to suddenly pressure Ira. And I understand wanting to do what’s right, for herself and her own pain. For her family and legacy. I understand being blinded by hurt. But I won’t allow it to excuse pushing Ira further over the edge. Because I understand being there, too.

tired

“I forget you still keep this around,” she says, lifting my lion plush from the desk and giving it a look after dragging a chair over. She looks tired, like we all have been—still are. She’s been out in the city, making sure our warehouses and factories beyond are well guarded. Mud trails after her boots on the deep blue rugs. “Helps me think,” I take the lion back and recline it against a stack of books. Its imitation orange eyes twinkle in the off-light of the stones on the walls.

relief

I know, then, what it was. Pain. Of generations upon generations of khithi spilled blood, of the sickness rotting inside us and the shine in the eyes of the dying. Not despairing at death’s approach, but hungry for revenge, for change. Filled with ire and rage and relief at going back to Ila.

no presssure tagging @oh-no-another-idea @bloodmoodtrash and @myhusbandsasemni + open tag. your words are smoke memories worth and down

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📢 My stories (and some other stuff) have moved to Patreon!

😈 The timing is dreadful, but fuck it, I live for chaos.

The TL;DR is that today I realised Patreon has become everything I'd been wishing for in a platform to share my writing, host my blog and tip jar, and create a cosy little community space, so I moved my website content there.

Because I've only just started posting Name From Nowhere, I figured it made more sense to move now when there weren't too many old links floating around, so that's what I did.

💜 Consider this your extremely enthusiastic open invitation to join my community on Patreon. Nothing is pay-walled. Everything is free and publicly viewable. You can join for free and I would seriously LOVE LOVE LOVE to have you all there with me.

I'm so excited about finally being able to have everything I wanted in a creative and social platform, and the only thing that would make it better would be if my friends were there too.

In case anyone's worrying, I'm not leaving Tumblr! Patreon is replacing my website and Ko-fi page and also providing me with a blogging space where my posts won't get lost in a gigantic feed.

I'm about to do something I never do and tag a bunch of mutuals who I've known for a while on here and/or who I know have read my stories. I promise I'm not going to make a habit of this, and the invitation to hang out with me on Patreon is extended to anyone who sees this, not just the people I've tagged.

@afoolandathief @ahordeofwasps @asher-writes @diphthongsfordays @drabbleitout

@drippingmoon @drippingmoon @dyrewrites @eyes-talks-ocs @gaslightwestern

@i-can-even-burn-salad @indecentpause @oh-no-another-idea @pertinax--loculos @revenantlore

@sergeantnarwhalwrites @space-writes @sunset-a-story @thegreatobsesso @touloser-lautrec

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Heads Up, 7 Up

Thanks for the tag, @vsnotresponding. I mentioned I had an idea for an Oz ghost story, so a peek at the ending.

And then they moved aside, revealing a third figure.

They appeared to be a teenager, dressed in equally worn purple clothes, except for what appeared to be one of the guards’ coats. It looked oversized on their scrawny frame, nearly slipping off their shoulders. A brown newspaper boy’s cap allowed dark curls to leak out.

Then they stepped closer and looked up.

Emerald green, matching the emerald streaks that framed their face, matching the emeralds of the city they stood in, looked up.

Scarecrow froze.

I'll tag, with no pressure, @oh-no-another-idea, @on-noon, @tabswrites, @writernopal, @moondust-bard, @awordchemist, and @charlesjosephwrites.

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Find the Word Tag

Thanks for the tag @oh-no-another-idea!

My words were welcome, wander, wish, and will!

Without any further ado, here are some snippets from The Snap That Changed Everything!

welcome [Bianca's pov]

The town of Snickerdale greeted Bianca with an unholy combination of sweltering July heat and blindingly sparkly Christmas decorations the moment she drove past the Welcome to Snickerdale sign. She navigated around so many tinsel-covered street light poles and giant gingerbread figurines on her way to the motel she was starting to question whether coming here was going to take a tole on her sanity, but she knew better than to question her father’s orders.

wander [Cam's pov]

Cam bounced down the sidewalk with her attention locked on her phone and a golden brown Australian Shepard following closely at her heels. She hummed a cheerful tune to herself as she scrolled through camera filters, looking for the one that gave her blue eyes just a hint of sparkle. The dog barked, drawing Cam’s attention away from her phone just as she was about to wander mindlessly into the street. “Thank you, Churro.” She scratched the top of the dog’s head. “You’re such a good girl.”

wish [Cam's pov]

“Sweetheart.” Margot sighed. “I wish there was something more I could do for you, but I’ve given you all the time the bank policy allows.” “But the fundraising is finally starting to take off,” Cam protested. “And the festival should make it go even faster. With any luck, it should only take a couple more days.” Margot frowned. “I’m sorry, but luck isn’t exactly a sound financial plan.” “Please.”

will [Cam's pov]

“You at least confirmed that she’s actually into women, right?” Darren asked. Cam shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “I mean… she seems really interested in getting to know me.” “Do you want a repeat of what happened with that biker lady?” Cam slapped the arm of the couch. “I didn’t know straight women did their nails like that!” Darren held up his hands in surrender. “I just want to make sure you don’t get too ahead of yourself.” "I will be fine," Cam insisted.

I will tag @vsnotresponding, @space-writes, @samplewriting, @rivenantiqnerd, @rjcopeseethemald, and anyone else who sees this and wants an excuse to share some snippets from their WIPs.

Your words are dream, funny, wrong, and feel.

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thanks for the open tag @oh-no-another-idea

Acrostic Tag Game Rules: given a word, find a sentence in your WIP that starts with each letter My word is ALOUD and I'm pulling lines from my kamibaku apocalypse au for mha rare pair week

A- And he doesn’t know why this boy’s silent attention feels like rain in the desert but it does, so he sits quietly and lets himself be examined.

L- "Like, jackpot lucky. Unless you’re planning to eat me.” 

O- Other scabs flake off from his elbows and knees as he goes. Old, childish wounds that Kaminari always feels stupid for crying over. He’s seen worse. He’s had worse. There’s just something about a gentle scrape that could’ve come from a playground accident that aches more without a family to fret over it. 

U- “Um,” Kaminari starts, painfully aware that he’s splayed out on the ground with the Crawler’s still-twitching body only a few feet away, covered in blood and dirt from weeks of travelling on foot.

D- “Dumbass,” he says, swiping over his mouth like he could erase any trace of his humor, “I told you you’d fuckin’ trip.”

very gently tagging @unicornfairycat @ghostapop @honeybewrites +open tag for anyone who wants to play! your word is TRIPS

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WIP Wednesday/ Big writing share

Thanks for the tag @justabigoldnerd @pippinoftheshire @oh-no-another-idea @dyrewrites @drchenquill

Sharing some verses to be sung while smelting iron:

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One foot forward, one behind!

Keep in step! Keep in step!

Steady air is what we need!

Ch: We’re here to pump the bellows!

Roaring fire, burning hot

Keep it going, day and night!

Steady, steady, keep in step!

Ch: We’re here to pump the bellows!

Morning shift, step it down

Incoming workers take it up!

Keep it smooth for the next to work!

Ch: We’re here to pump the bellows!

Melt the iron from the ore

Make it flow like water!

Leaving the sinking slag behind!

Ch: We’re here to pump the bellows!

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Tagging @writingrosesonneptune @fourwingedwriter @words-after-midnight @an-indecisive-nerd @finickyfelix

@cowboybrunch @mysticstarlightduck @thebookishkiwi @bioniclechronicles @i-do-anything-but-write and open tag

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✍🏼 WIP acrostic tag (ALOUD)

Thanks to @oh-no-another-idea for the tag!

📝 Share a sentence from your WIP that starts with each letter in the word given to you by the person who tagged you.

These are from Name From Nowhere...

Assault with a deadly weapon.

Like he never straight-up says torture and kill the guy, but he totally means torture and kill the guy.

Once I’d slept my way out of the leftover exhaustion from rehab, real rest got hard to come by and I haven’t had more than about three hours a night since then.

Usually someone doing that would make me shut up even worse, but it’s different this time. Or it’s different with him.

Don't hurt me.

Tagging @drabbleitout, @drippingmoon, @dyrewrites and @eyes-talks-ocs if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in.

Your acrostic word is HEART 🩷

Reblogs, replies etc on my tag posts are always welcome, but if you're doing this tag yourself, please make your own post instead of using mine to start a reblog chain.