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Find The Word Tag

Alrighty, so thank you @bookish-karina @taranorma and @drchenquill for tagging me in Find The Word tag games!

My words: loathe, swoon, knife, tattoo, strong, teeth, torn, growl, tired, thinking, tainted, timeless

Whew that's a lot of words. It will be beneath the cut. And will be all of my WIPs, not just one. I will warn that two of the snippets below the cut is violent and there is blood and death. They will be marked.

I will tag @winterandwords @rivenantiqnerd @leave-a-message19 @toribookworm22 @xenascribbles @foyle-fumbles and an open tag!

Your Words: Creep, tied, upper, kiss

Warning, it is long beneath the cut lol

Loathe:

I do not have this word in any of my WIPs, which surprised me!

Swoon:

Don't have this either. I don't think I've ever used the word swoon in any of my stories. I just don't write like that. Heh

Knife: From At The End of a Warm Gun

Alexandra's attention fixated on the grip of her revolver with her knife in hand, not even a consideration for her to loot the dead right now. As she crossed out another set of tally marks—it made ten kills for her at just the age of seventeen—Mr. Thompson approached her with an exuberant smile, gripped her wide shoulder. “Great work, young lady!” He said and shook hands for a moment. “Come with me back to the crossin’? I believe ya need a proper reward. Mr. Granger, get this piece of shit back in one piece, ‘kay? Alive, sir.”

Tattoo: From The Last of the Orc

“So, what now?” she asked, her voice trembling. “Do we continue to flee, always seeking refuge? I would rather face death. There is no shame in standing beside our kin, even in death. Rather die than keep running.” “You still might.” Eithne adjusted her forest-green and earthy-brown half tunic, ensured it concealed her bindings. Skin tattooed with a vibrant green dye set in geometric designs. An intricate eye designed just above the middle of her breasts stood as the centerpiece—the eye of the crow.

Strong: From Of Axe & Arrows

Mighty waves, larger than the grand longhouse, lifted the longship high in a terrifying moment. The warriors gasped as they reached the crest. Their eyes widened at the sight below—a sheer cliff-like drop. Thor’s furious roar echoed through the air, thundering louder than the relentless rain and howling wind. As the boat teetered precariously on the edge, the suspense stretched on for an eternity. Then, just as suddenly as it came, the wave crashed back into the ocean, propelling itself forward. The sturdy wood and expert construction of Fáfnir’s vessel held strong as they descended with a resounding thud. The impact left them in a heap, battered and beaten, but the brave drengr survived.

Teeth: From The Last of the Orc

Eithne’s voice, filled with venom, called out to the creature while she bared her teeth in a snarl. Resolve burned in her eyes, a resolute stubbornness fueled the young warrior. Though her words seemed to have no effect on the demon, it slowed for just a moment. A thunderous roar erupted from the depths of her being, broke through the air, as she lunged forward with a powerful swing of her sword. The clash of weapons echoed, filled the surrounding space with its discordant melody. Undeterred, she pivoted, her body moved with fluid grace, and unleashed an upward swing.

TW: Violence TW: Death TW: Blood

Torn: From Haven Bay 01: An Antiques Dealer

When he stooped again, she extracted a long, thin knife hidden inside her jacket. Leapt over the counter, she plunged the blade deep into his back with a single, determined motion, torn through his skin with ease. A thud echoed through the air as he collapsed, his breath escaped like a fading bellow. Overwhelmed by a surge of emotions, she drove the knife into his back. Over and over, the sickening sound of each stab intensified until the man’s breathing and moans of pain stopped. Then wiped her hands off on the man’s jacket, trembled from the nerves and adrenaline that still flowed through her. She stood up, her fingers combed through her damp hair, slicked it back once again. She had a plan and needed to stick to it. Yet, like a trapped animal, Tegan stood frozen as the resounding click of the grandfather clock’s hand echoed in the room, mimicked a metronome. Her eyes darted towards the front door, peered through the curtain which shielded the rain-splattered window. The pitter-patter of raindrops persisted outside, created a soothing melody, in contrast to what had just occurred. Tegan crossed the room, the icy touch of the doorknob sent a shiver down her spine. As she peered outside, confirmed that only rain, not a single soul, ventured near.

TW: Violence TW: Death

Growl: From Of Axe & Arrows

His audacity, however, would cost him dear. Astrid and Helga wasted no time, their fury unleashed. With a primal ferocity, they avenged Teagen; their swords and axes tore through the young man’s flesh, limb from limb. The sickening sound of flesh being rent apart mixed with the guttural growls from the twins—they ripped him to shreds like hungry dogs.

Tired: From Haven Bay 01: An Antiques Dealer

While the atmosphere carried a faint scent of age and wisdom, blended with that distinctive aroma of well-preserved history. As Tegan explored further, her tired brown eyes scanned over a dazzling array of baubles, trinkets, and items that were decades, maybe even hundreds, of years old. All the sheer abundance of treasures, both mundane and cherished, filled every nook and cranny, created an atmosphere of enchanting abundance, each a piece of history.

Thinking: From Haven Bay 02: Cara and the Will-o-the-Wisp

Then, with all the sneaky skills she could muster, Cara stepped up to the window. That’s when she saw a faint light in the treeline. Not like one with a flashlight or their camera. This seemed a lot more erratic than that. Bounced up and down, as if jumping, yet far too high for that to be an actual person. “Weird,” she whispered to herself. Just as quick as it showed up, the light disappeared. Thinking that was enough excitement, Cara climbed back onto her bed, but what looked like a shadow scurried across the floor. Disappeared through her door. When, with the inquisitiveness of her age, Cara got back up and opened the door with a not-so-subtle creyeak.

Tainted:

No tainted I could find!

Timeless: From Haven Bay 01: An Antiques Dealer

In the dimly-lit shop, the soft glow of the lights, especially the flickering lamp that stood on top of the tallest shelf, gave the large former living space a mysterious ambiance. Which set it apart from the bright shops nearby. The walls, painted in dark browns, adorned with a captivating collection of paintings, each exuding a sense of timeless beauty. A magnificent suit of armor stood as a center of pride beside shelves that groaned under the weight of countless books and tomes, their pages whispered stories of the past.

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OC Interaction tag!

Thanks @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag!

Her OC:

Maddie is an 11-year-old girl who is quiet, curious, and a bit of a risk-taker. She’s generally well-liked but isn’t sure why people like her. She fidgets and squirms and likes to remain active, especially with her hands. She’s a STEM kid through and through, loving each letter in the acronym. Maddie takes things apart, such as pens, to see how they work and eventually joins her school’s robotics club. She believes in direct fairness - will match your tone with her - and gets a little upset if she is misunderstood, which is often, since she thinks she’s straightforward. Her honesty leads to her being nosy, as she believes everyone should be open. Maddie is an animal shapeshifter, and enjoys the physical sensation of morphing as well as pushing her limits a little too much. She’s a gamer who prefers consuls with buttons and enjoys old sci-fi shows and modern cartoons. Despite not quite understanding emotions, she does try to be there for the people she cares about, and usually tries to defuse a serious situation with a little joke.

My OC:

Luna's a young woman (aged 23) who just so happens to be a mind mage and former cult leader. She's fairly pretty, petite with red locks and green eyes, but her magic, which she uses on everything, obscures all that. Anyone who can get a glimpse past her powers would find her to be your high-school mean girl who never grew up - book-dumb, lazy and cruel with a charming veneer. Even that's just a result of her upbringing, however. Being hunted by the magical police meant she never had a chance to experience a normal adolescence, and her abrasive nature is the result of a distrust of everyone and insecurity. Having an army of thralls to do her bidding since she was 12 did no favours for her life skills, so she can't cook, drive, or even use basic technology.

How they'd interact:

Luna would probably see Maddie as an absolute menace, given that she's honest and fair. The nosiness but would particularly upset her, but she'd try to hide it, especially since Maddie's a little kid. (Luna tends to be particularly kind to 11-12 year olds, for personal reasons). She'd probably try to get Maddie to teach her how to play video games, then decide it to be too much work as just sit and watch her play them. The two of them might? make good magic buddies, just because Luna also likes pushing boundaries. I think the only that that Maddie would like about her is that Luna almost never misunderstands people (unless she does it deliberately).

tagging @oliolioxenfreewrites, @rivenantiqnerd, @shukei-jiwa, @frostedlemonwriter and anyone else who's curious to play!

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✨ Please reblog the polls to make them reach out to as many people as possible, but KEEP IT SPOILER-FREE to make people listen to the music with an open mind 💖 Artists and titles will be revealed after the poll's conclusion, check the original post for an update! ✨

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I get my media recommendations the old fashioned way: by watching someone I follow on here go on an unhinged reblog spree of media related content until I eventually decide to go "alright, what's all this then"

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💖📀🍊 for the jumbo ask game!

thank you @rivenantiqnerd for the ask! my first writing ask game... I'm going to cry!

My OC of choice for this is Michael (because, honestly, I'm obsessed with him).

💖 Has your OC ever been in love, be it romantic or platonic or otherwise? Who with and did they ever express their feelings or keep it private? How long did these feelings persist / do they still feel this way?

📀 How easy is it to shock your OC? To confuse them? To lie to them, to manipulate them? How are they with feelings of trust? Can your OC be trusted?

🍊 What is your OC’s favourite meal? Snack? Dessert? Drink? Any reasons behind this besides liking how it tastes? What is your OC’s most hated food? Stuff they can’t stand to eat or drink?

💖 - Michael is currently in love with Virgil Whispercloud, his cute frenemy-turned-best friend. He deeply loves his group of friends, one of them (Lali Mnemosyne) being like an older sister to him. Aside from his current relationships, Michael has only been in romantic love once, with a boy at summer camp. His feelings about Virgil accidentally came out when they both got inebriated at a party and kissed under a lilac tree. Those feelings have persisted and after they got over the awkwardness, they started dating. As for the summer camp boy, whose name was Oliver Fitton, by the way, that lasted for two summers. It happened when Michael was nearly fourteen and had just lost his mom. He really pinned a lot of his hopes on that boy and they were all crushed when Oliver got a girlfriend (whose name was Viola, by the way). At the time, Michael didn't realize what those feelings were and didn't understand why he felt so negative towards Viola or so upset when he saw the two of them together. He considered the possibility that he might have liked Viola and then quickly dismissed it.

📀 - It's pretty easy to manipulate Michael if you haven't proved yourself to be a dick in the past. Even though his relationship with Virgil started a bit rocky, their friendship started on the basis of trust, trust that they could be around each other without actually hurting the other's feelings. He trusts too easily and wears his heart on his sleeve. As for trustability (trustability? trustworthiness? idk), I would trust Michael with my life and anyone who knows him (minus Adam Collins, but that's a story for another time) would as well.

🍊- Michael's favorite food is churros. He fucking loves churros. Michael honestly might cut off a toe or two for churros. The reason he loves them so much (aside from them being muy delicioso) is because his mom (I'm gonna call her Nellie for convenience) used to make them in their old house when he was younger. As he grew up, Nellie's hands got too weak to roll the churros, so Michael started learning how to make them under her supervision. Once she died, he bought a fuckton of churros and ate them in his room for a full week.

As for food that Michael doesn't like, he's kind of open to anything as long as it's not bitter. He likes basically everything else enough to eat it again. Michael has a sweet tooth, definitely, but he also likes spicy food. Virgil laughed his ass off the first time he saw Michael eat something with chilli oil and the latter's cheeks basically burst into flames.

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my mom: “why do you spend so much time online?”

me (to myself because such an answer would not be acceptable out loud): because it’s the only place where it’s okay to act autistic

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No one current project, but some things from some of my WIPs:

Trauma! Lots of it! Physical and emotional trauma, war trauma, abuse trauma maybe? family trauma, etc.

princesses & valedictorians (they fall in love)

Some spy stuff? Doesn’t go well.

neither does the assassinating

a dragon! Or more than one idk yet

witches

probably monsters because i’ve got a sadistic scientist but haven’t written them yet

^ i guess some scientific horror?

Pirates!

my dash is super dead these days so im looking for some new writeblrs to follow. reblog this and tell me about your current project when you do!

all writeblrs and projects should be shared but bonus points if

monsters (creature feature, vampires, zombies, ghosts, all apply)

werewolves

spy thrillers

horror elements of any sort

animal protags ala warrior cats/watership down

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One young woman now has domestic violence scars on her shoulder/arm

another girl has been imprisoned, enslaved, drugged, starved, and isolated

a third oc has been held captive and given sleep drugs

along with Rosanna, my oc that struggles with drugs of her own free will and is redeemed but never fully recovers

Wait … I don’t have any traumatized male ocs. I have work to do.

Boy, has today been a traumatizing day for my ocs.

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Boy, has today been a traumatizing day for my ocs.

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epic aro sculpture i did for class

the heart is made out of plastic bags wrapped with tape, so it's squishy ^_^ and the knife is qtips hot glued together. the knife is also removable!

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time loop fans when the time loop is metaphorical rather than literal and symbolizes how the character will always have something they love ripped from them like their heart from their chest, and yet they keep going, keep building bridges that are destined to burn because maybe loving is worth being torn apart

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Y'all. Omg.

I'm 4-5 chapters from being done with the story I've been working on for ten years.

A mere 12k-15k words.

In sprints I usually write between 450-700 words in 15 minutes.

I am ~5 hours of work away from being done with Draft One of Tylvinian Tales.

Y'ALL I AM SO HYPED TO GET DONE AND START EDITING

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saying “i love you” is so freeing though, like your best friend does a silly dance in the parking lot so you say “i love you” or your partner says something rly dumb but it makes you laugh so you say “i love you” or one of your parents brings you some of the food they cooked so you say “i love you” it’s so freeing and pure and human so maybe we should say “i love you” a little more often