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unusual associations tag

An old tag from wonderful @sleepyowlwrites, and because she has lovely taste, I'll fill this one out for Antonio West. :)

Rules: pick as oc and answer their associations

Seasoning: Basil, I think. Dried or fresh, because he's versatile like that ;)

Weather: Blustery but sunny, the kind of day that makes you feel alive and ready to take on the world

Color: I know Owl and I differ here, but in my head, he's scarlet red

Sky: Dark gray thunderclouds that look menacing but end up floating away without a drop of rain...

Magical power: If Antonio had one, it would be persuasive speaking, I think, and he'd abuse it so badly but with such good intentions. It'd be terrible 😂

Plant: Antonio is a columbine, fancy and elegant. And fiddly.

Weapon: Flirtation and kindness, and in extreme circumstances, a pistol. But he doesn't believe in shooting people, so it's iffy

Social Media: Antonio would be on tumblr making all kinds of indecipherable posts that are huge hits. He's super funny and unbothered when dealing with anonymous hate :)

Makeup product: Hmm...something a little bold--green eyeshadow, maybe

Candy: A nice bar of dark chocolate!

Fear: Antonio's biggest fears are being useless, and also being alone

Method of long distance travel: The train!!!! 🚂

Art style: We're talking such wonderful stick figures.

Mythological creature: Hmm, I'm gonna say a fairy--curious and excitable at first glance and dangerous underneath

Piece of stationary: Fine cream paper with a red embossed signature

Celestial body: Antonio is a cluster of shooting stars :D

@cream-and-tea @albatris @tabswrites @vampywriter @duckingwriting

@mysticstarlightduck @indecentpause @mary-is-writing and anyone else who'd like to join!

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my ocs wanted to ask if your ocs wanted to come over for a play date

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Friday Kiss tag

Thank you to @kittensartswriting and @indecentpause for the tags! I have gone searching through my wips with a magnifying glass for those few and far between kisses, but here is one from my marinating wip about Sal <3

“I miss the days when you were skinny enough that I could push you over,” Sal said, and the words were bittersweet. Of course, she missed the days colored by childhood glories. These days, with Anaar tall and strong and lovely…they weren't so bad either. Not that she’d ever speak those words aloud. He looked down at her and though only his dark eyes were visible above his red scarf, she knew he was grinning. “Sorry,” he said, spreading his hands, not looking very sorry at all. Sal sighed and turned to examine a spice vendor’s wares. The lovely vibrant powders had been poured to such heights that each rose from its barrel into a thin tapered point. How the vendor didn’t knock into one and send it spilling across the street, Sal would never know. “Don’t be grumpy,” Anaar cajoled. “It’s not that I’m not used to it, but why spoil the afternoon?” In his far hand, he produced a rabbit candy from thin air. Sal couldn’t help but swipe for it even though she was playing right into his hands. He grabbed her around the shoulder and tugged her close. She could feel the kiss pressed to her forehead through his soft scarf. Then she had the candy in her hand and unfurled the rice paper wrapper, safe from the crowds, sheltered by Anaar’s useful bulk.

I would like to see all the kisses! Please feel free to take this OPEN TAG and tag me so I can see your writing :) also pssp pssp any interest in playing, @catchingbigfish @awritingcaitlin @jasmineinthenight @eccaiia @reneesbooks

@winterandwords @chayscribbles @chauceryfairytales @talesofsorrowandofruin 💙

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Friday Kiss tag

Thank you to @kittensartswriting and @indecentpause for the tags! I have gone searching through my wips with a magnifying glass for those few and far between kisses, but here is one from my marinating wip about Sal <3

“I miss the days when you were skinny enough that I could push you over,” Sal said, and the words were bittersweet. Of course, she missed the days colored by childhood glories. These days, with Anaar tall and strong and lovely…they weren't so bad either. Not that she’d ever speak those words aloud. He looked down at her and though only his dark eyes were visible above his red scarf, she knew he was grinning. “Sorry,” he said, spreading his hands, not looking very sorry at all. Sal sighed and turned to examine a spice vendor’s wares. The lovely vibrant powders had been poured to such heights that each rose from its barrel into a thin tapered point. How the vendor didn’t knock into one and send it spilling across the street, Sal would never know. “Don’t be grumpy,” Anaar cajoled. “It’s not that I’m not used to it, but why spoil the afternoon?” In his far hand, he produced a rabbit candy from thin air. Sal couldn’t help but swipe for it even though she was playing right into his hands. He grabbed her around the shoulder and tugged her close. She could feel the kiss pressed to her forehead through his soft scarf. Then she had the candy in her hand and unfurled the rice paper wrapper, safe from the crowds, sheltered by Anaar’s useful bulk.

I would like to see all the kisses! Please feel free to take this OPEN TAG and tag me so I can see your writing :) also pssp pssp any interest in playing, @catchingbigfish @awritingcaitlin @jasmineinthenight @eccaiia @reneesbooks

@winterandwords @chayscribbles @chauceryfairytales @talesofsorrowandofruin 💙

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I've been meaning to make my own one of these for a while, so: if you want me to tag you in tag games, please interact with this post!

If there's specific games you like (or don't!), feel free to let me know and I'll make a note of it for future reference. Otherwise I'll be picking names at random from the notes :D

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Questions for my fellow writers:

Are you still using google docs? If not, what do you use and would you recommend it to someone who mainly writes in google docs? (preferably free please, i live in Indonesia and anything in USD is gonna cost Way Too Fucking Much.)

How do you get back to writing when you haven't written in so so long? i miss writing so much but i struggle to get back to it due to uni work,,,,

Speaking of uni, how do you manage to write when you're busy with other things like work or school??? I am STRUGGLING.

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FIND THE WORD TAG

i was tagged by @encrucijada (ty!!) and tried to challenge myself by not using anything from Lay Me Down, so these are all taken from what i've written for Burn The Stars (my sci-fi fantasy thats in perpetual planning hell lol)

my words were: necklace, sigh, dream & heavy

NECKLACE

No one could say that Anandi Alva was not talented. She could recite epic poetry from memory and tell you the name of an old world plant by the way it grew towards the light and slip into the faces of others as easily as slipping into water. But the dead girl was in possession of a holy name, a holy vantage point to the unguarded backs of the most influential the Colossus Rings had to offer, a holy collection of necklaces where each glittering gem was modelled after a specific star, and the Priory had no need for Anandi Alva in the face of that.

SIGH

“I deal in precision Silas,” Danny sighed, turning away from the pulsing emergency lights. “I only fail when I leave things to chance.”

DREAM

This is outside of her, controlled, soft, it washes easily away once she blinks and realizes that she’s sitting on grass with her back resting against the trunk of a tree, one leg drawn up, hands folded behind her head as if she’s been sitting there casually for a few minutes at most. For all she knows she has.

This is a dream.

HEAVY

“You have to stop saying things like that.”

Silas paused, halfway through tying his hair back into its ponytail. “Like what?”

“Us, we, when this is all over. If you keep it up I might start to think there’s a chance.”

“I think there’s a chance.”

“I know you do.” They made a fist and pressed it to the space between their eyes. It felt heavy. Everything had felt heavy for a very long time now.

i'll tag: @albatris @spideronthesun @strangerays @violets-in-her-arms-writes and anyone else who wants do it!!

your words are: slight, slip, silver and sharp

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Heads up 7 up + Last Line Tag

I was tagged by @oh-no-another-idea @sparrow-orion-writes @noblebs I finally wrote something again recently, so here we are

He beamed at her and kissed her a second time before putting her back on her feet with an embarrassed look.

“Sorry, I got carried away.”

With a goofy grin she put her head in her neck. The heat rising in her was either her fire demanding attention or Wynthan’s action, she couldn’t clearly tell, maybe it was both.

“I like that side of you better than the grumpy, silent observer I saw at the archives.”

He ran his hand through his hair with an apologetic look.

“Yeah, sorry about that. It is just as long as we don’t know for sure what to do I like to keep Ylvante out of the loop.”

“I understand.”

I am tagging @cljordan-imperium @tabswrites @writernopal @pluttskutt and whoever likes to do it.

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Friday Kiss Tag

Thanks for tagging me @kaylinalexanderbooks!

I'll leave it open tag!

'You have my address,' [Jack] said lightly. 'I'll stay in touch.' 'I'll hold you to it.' 'I'd expect nothing less.' Henry cleared his throat and came over towards Jack. 'Let me take your trunk,' he said more briskly. 'It looks heavy.' It wasn't so bad, but Jack agreed anyway. Henry liked keeping busy, and he seemed glad of a means to be useful. He loaded the trunk into the back of Jack's car and shut the door with a thud. Turning to Jack, he seemed to hesitate. Jack had just begun to speak when Henry kissed him. He was gone at once, leaving Jack spinning. 'Henry,' Jack said softly, his heart thudding against his chest. Could he make this any harder? 'I know,' Henry said, an odd strain in his voice. He put a hand on Jack's arm. 'Just... drive safely.' He turned away, and disappeared back into the house.

Henry having abandonment issues? It's more likely than you think

Taglist (let me know if you want to be added or removed!): @inkspellangel, @oh-no-another-idea, @cee-grice, @owlsandwich, @bodoramzap

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Sci-fi genre always out here like hey, why don't you make a f*cked up and funky little scientist about it, huh?

And you know what, yeah, why don't you?

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Hi idea

I'm hugging you! Which of your blorbos needs a hug the most, and will you give it to them?

I am hugging you back, Indigo friend. <3

Right now, I think Velia needs that hug the most, and I'm not sure I WILL give it to her, since she's making my second draft difficult. Instead I shall have her nearly go flying off the train 😤😂

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ROYGBIV tag

Shoutout to @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag

Rules: find the main rainbow colors in your WIP!

I’ll be using A Feather in the Forest. Let’s see where this hunt for colors takes us.

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Red- The chief of the village was a large, aged white fox with spinel red eyes.

Orange- The badge was metal, with a coppery orange hue to it.

Yellow- Walking into the hall with authority and purpose was a great eagle. Clear, piercing amber eyes and a deep, hooked yellow beak showed prominently on a head of Snow White feathers.

Green- The foxes had brought spare hoods, cloaks, and mantles, all in various shades of green.

Blue- The flapping grew louder until a bird manifested itself. It was a jay, dark blue in color save for the head which was black.

Indigo & Violet-(2 for 1 special!) Dawn was not far off. Already streaks of light could be seen as the indigos and violets of night faded.

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NP tag @dyrewrites @revenantlore @agirlandherquill @phoenixradiant @splashinkling @tildeathiwillwrite @winglesswriter @elizaellwrites @mk-writes-stuff @indecentpause @winterandwords @illarian-rambling @oh-no-another-idea @late-to-the-fandom and open tag

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OC in three

Thanks to @loopyhoopywrites here, @mk-writes-stuff here, and @mysticstarlightduck here!

Rules: find three pictures that fit the aesthetic of your OC! Remember to cite your sources and include image IDs so your post is accessible :)

Carla Baxter (TSP)

[image IDs in alt text]

Source 1 | Source 2 | Source 3

Other Carla: two truths and a lie, unfilled bingo, OC questionnaire

Other OC in three: Lexi, Maddie, Ash, Gwen, Noelle, Rose, Kelsey, Robbie, Akash, Jedi, Carmen

Tagging @rkmoon @ohnomybreadsticks @oh-no-another-idea @songsofsomnia @sleepyowlwrites @sam-glade @elsie-writes @rkmoon @rickie-the-storyteller @elsie-writes + anyone else :)

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

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Find an Excerpt (???)

@revenantlore tagged me in a game to find bits in my wip with: a line about an animal, a sad line, a line with an exclamation, and a line about family or a friend. I don't know what this game is called either but I did it once before and called it Find an Excerpt so for my tagging purposes, that is what it is XD

from The Black & Blues

cw: reference to past parental abuse, panic attack

a line about an animal:

[Josselin] smiles, and you nearly jump out of your skin when something brushes against your leg. It’s a little, gangly black cat, maybe one year old. “Sorry!” Josselin laughs. He picks it up and says, “That’s Familiar. Sorry, I should’ve told you she’s here.” His eyes widen and he looks from Familiar to you. “You aren’t allergic, are you? I should’ve asked, I’m sorry–” “No, I’m not.” He relaxes when you reassure him and he nods. He kisses the top of Familar’s head and puts her down, then takes your hand and leads you into the living room.

a sad line:

“I’m such a wimp, now,” you laugh. “When I was in high school this would have been nothing. I’d be right back up like nothing happened.” When you meet Josselin’s eyes, his face looks sad. “I’m okay,” you reassure him. He gently pushes your hair out of your face. It’s sweaty and fluffed up with humidity, but he still touches you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. It reminds you of Danny patching you up after incidents with your parents, and suddenly, in the middle of the show, while the band onstage is playing the rawest ska punk you’ve heard since Choking Victim and Leftover Crack, your throat tightens and you have to press your mouth into a thin line to keep from emoting the sadness your face wants to put out to the world. You don’t miss those days and you never will. You’re totally fine with Danny not being your boyfriend. But even though Josselin’s never been anything but the sweetest man you’ve ever met, it still breaks something inside of you. Someone treating you so gently after you’ve been hurt. You wipe at your uninjured eye with the back of your hand and gently wrap your arm around Josselin’s hip, hooking your thumb in his belt loop. You look down, afraid of the rejection you’re always expecting even this far into your relationship. He’s never once given you reason to doubt him, but sometimes your family’s voices are still a little too loud.

a line with an exclamation:

This was like when you fucked up your paper. Like when you were at your first band practice and you worried you wouldn’t be good enough. It’s like a panic attack. But why? There’s nothing different about this morning, nothing different about last night, nothing different about the ride you’re going to take home. You try to breathe through it, but your head is spinning so fast, you have to pause for a minute to steady yourself. You can’t let the line get behind but if you work like this you’ll end up fainting. You lean on your hands against the table surface, carefully, and take a few deep breaths. “Okay,” you whisper to yourself. “Okay. Whatever this is, you can work through it. Whatever this is, you’re fine.” But are you? Or are you having a heart attack? A stroke? An aneurysm? A blood clot somewhere? It’s ridiculous, you’re healthy, there’s nothing wrong with your body, why would– But what if what if what if– “Meara!” You jerk back out of your head when Rodney, the older guy on the line in front of you, shouts your name. “Pay attention, kid! You’re falling behind!”

a line about a family or friend:

About two weeks before finals, Danny finds you curled up in a blanket on your bed, staring at the wall. Your headphones are on, blaring so loud you only notice him there when he sits by your feet and the bed sinks a little. You pull off one of your headphones. “Hey,” he says. “Meara, are you okay?” He’s had to ask that far too much recently. “I’m not going to be able to do it. I’m gonna get kicked out of school.” “Meara, you don’t know that for sure–” “I do!” You whirl on him and shout. “I couldn’t bring my math grade up and even if I get a hundred percent on the final I’ll still get a B. Danny, they’re gonna kick me out, and I’m not gonna have anywhere to go.” Danny pulls you into a comforting hug and you collapse against him in tears. “They were all right. I am useless.” “Don’t talk about my best friend like that.”

tagging @wintherlywords @sleepywriter00 @coarsely @zmwrites @oh-no-another-idea to share a line about food, a line about a bad habit, a line talking about color, and a line about night time

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on love arriving unannounced

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Last Line Tag

Tagged by the fantastic @cowboybrunch- then by @oh-no-another-idea here, as well as by the indomitable @words-after-midnight here (Did I mention that I was kinda behind on tag games?!) I've been in a bit of a slump recently, but getting back into the swing of things! Mave is about to get herself into some trouble:

Stepping as softly as I could in my boots, I hugged the far wall, my hand on my knife, my eyes on the single body that lay curled up under a white blanket.

Passing the tag onto @scifimagpie @warriorblood1 @pertinax--loculos @andromedaexists @jjoneswriting

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Writing share tag

Shoutout to @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag

Here’s a long one from Dreamspinnings

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The siblings were overjoyed with what they had accomplished. Maybe now they could save Brooke’s life.

Curiosity got the better of them, and they decided to try out the gifts. Floki approached a massive boulder and lifted it with ease. Not wanting to be outdone, Renerd kept into the trees and preformed a series of acrobatics that would have been impossible under normal circumstances.

Seeing the antics of their younger siblings, the eldest two decided to show them what the full potential of the gifts was. Soon there was a cacophony of sounds that rang through the forest. Flashes of light, flame, whirling winds, and screams loud enough to split mountains; it was enough to get the attention of the dead. It certainly got the attention of Al-Gia, who was at first dumbfounded as to what was happening. But then they saw that all the remaining gifts were gone.

“Those foolish foxes have taken them from right under my nose.” The great deity frowned. “They have no idea how dangerous they are in the wrong hands. I have to do something before they destroy themselves, and possibly the world.”

But before Al-Gia could do anything, Brooke had emerged from the little house. Wondering what all the strange lights and sounds were, she had risen out of her sickbed, grabbed her cane, and exited the building as fast as she could go.

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Tagging @whatwewrotepodcast @athenswrites @gottestod-writes @thepeculiarbird @poethill @phoenixradiant @leahnardo-da-veggie @revenantlore @spitefulbull @theeccentricraven @illarian-rambling @oh-no-another-idea @drchenquill and open tag