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Tagged by @figthefruitfaeth heeheehoohoo

rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like)

I’m still working on the same project as last time but I had to work for real job stuff over the weekend so the last line is presently like. Kinda nebulous (the section it under construction). So, for now, this:

Be careful.

Theodoros curls his palm around the words once Aster is done. It feels comfortably like a promise, though it does not entirely loosen the guilt. He squeezes Theodoros’ hand once before letting him go and rising slowly to his feet.

Tagging: @merrygentlemen @star-studded-whales @averageicewitch and whoever else might like to do this

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Tagged by @lazydaisyhuntlow

Last line challenge: post the last line you wrote

Finding a place where a wanted man assumed dead and a man seen as a monster can live feels farther from reach in the light of day than it did in vague dreams beneath the earth.

What a line to get without the other like 26k words of context www. It’s liable to disappear or move around, though, because I got myself stuck which means the problem is likely in this section or the one before it and something needs some reworking.

Tagging @figthefruitfaeth and whoever else might like to participate. Braincell is empty rn

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Last three lines

Tagged by my beloved @figthefruitfaeth

rules: post the last three lines you've written and if has been over a week, write something new in a wip

Ngl I have noooootttt been writing very much lately. Just got out of slowly descending into madness deskwarming for the day but here’s some shit I wrote yesterday.

He lets out a quiet, mirthful hum. “It is. Not the same earring, though.” He reaches up to trace the arc of the hoop with his forefinger, stabilizing it against his thumb.

Tagging my stinky little goblins @averageicewitch @star-studded-whales

No pressure and other mutuals etc can join if you like

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greco bnb for the writing prompt my liege!

On it, boss!!

This one is funny because one might think, idk, mama Mia potentially? But actually the similarity ends at Greece adjacent(?) because this one’s about mythology, boys. Specifically that cow headed bitch because I think just he’s neat! I’ve thought so for a bit but I saw a joke a coupole months ago in like December or January and it hit at the exact right time while I was deskwarming to get me in words mode. It wasn’t even serious, just activated the sleeper mythology braincell lol.

Here are the 1st paragraphs from the monster and the damned, so to speak.

Aster did not always live beneath the earth. Long before he was confined to the closeness of dark like night, before the boundaries of his world became stone ceilings and floors and walls, before the air grudgingly filling them had to filter so far down hidden shafts that it no longer smells of anything but dust and more stone, before that, he knew the taste of life. Though it is distant now, he remembers the warmth of the white hot sun on his skin, the kiss of salt-breezes drying his sweat, the tickling of grass against his skin and the song of birds and bugs in his ears. He remembers the forgiving softness of soil, real soil, not accumulated, dead sand, beneath his feet, smeared rich-dark on his skin when he played or walked barefoot or dug in the garden at his mother’s side. He remembers the touch of his mother, whose face is now distant in his mind, as tender, warm; hands that never hurt him, not even in scolding. Gentleness is more distant now than her face, more distant than the breezes, the sunlight, the sky that surely must still stretch above the earth that hangs over his head in its stead.

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Theodoros was not born the eldest son. Before him was his brother, Heliodoros, five years older and as bold and bright as his name. Though he was confident, comfortably carrying the title of their father’s heir, he was not insufferable like some of their cousins; he was kind to his siblings and tender with his mother, boisterous as he was close to his friends. He had burned bright and constant right up to the moment he was thrown from a horse at twenty and snapped his neck, snuffed in an instant like a candle flame. His loss left something gaping and cold in their family, and their father turned into a more brittle, harsh version of himself, like a swift come winter.

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for the WIP game: leeches! :o

Leeches! One of my a for affort wip titles www.

I came up with this one on the bus when I was bored out of my skull back in 2022 and then wrote like 5 chapters. I’m not working on it consistently per se but I picked it back up recently to scratch around in it hehe. I just think he’s neat and having a terrible unhinged time.

Basically, our mc Ronan, a very not cis selkie, is living his best life, flirting with and fucking the girls in the nearest village if he’s not helping his grandda with the fish market or such, when he gets kidnapped by noble mainlanders. They are in an annoying spot politically and their son needs an heir, and they’ve heard some talk, so they kidnapped a selkie for a bride rather than idk any normal option. Now Ronan is stuck with the worst in laws known on his earth and a man so spineless he may as well be a jellyfish. Don’t know where it’s going but Ronan is dear to me bc I think he’s neat!

Anyway, a taste.

“You should have stayed on the damned bridge to wait.” Ronan hisses it, holding his head as far above the water as he’s capable while ferrying Tiernan’s added burden. A hint of color tinges Tiernan’s pale skin. He opens his mouth to speak, closes it to avoid getting a mouthful of moat water, and determinedly opens it again after a moment.

“How could I, when they were all questioning my sanity and duty as a husband?” Tiernan spits the words like they actually mean anything, and Ronan loosens his grip enough to let him splutter a little. To be goaded into something so foolish for the sake of an image of himself. Ronan’s relatively certain even Una will be displeased with the decision. He resists the urge to glare upward and instead moves Tiernan toward the wall of the moat.

“Any fool would know it’s better to wait when you’re more trouble wet than dry.” Ronan reels Tiernan closer and puts his mouth near Tiernan’s ear. “I’ve swum since my mam was still nursing me and you swim like shark bait. They probably wanted us both to drown, and you were fool enough to indulge their fantasy. Now we’re both stuck here until somebody fetches us. You should count yourself lucky I fell in first.” Ronan bites back from saying he wouldn’t have followed Tiernan, if only barely.

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WIP Game

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by the delight, @lazydaisyhuntlow

Brain’s been evil but here’s the list:

TL

Greco bnb

Brain bits

Leeches

Tagging @averageicewitch @star-studded-whales @willthewhompingwillow @figthefruitfaeth and whomever else might like to do this one

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Tagged by the delightful @figthefruitfaeth

Rules: post the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words

First of all, I will not be doing that latter part :)

Second:

He finds himself carefully craning his neck to see the child, and the person who must be with them, judging by the breaks in their wailing.

Well that seems unhinged out of context but there you have it lmfao

@willthewhompingwillow @taebaelee @averageicewitch can’t think of anybody else off the top of my head but tag yourself if you like

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Getting closer to fall which means it’s getting closer to my seasonally motivated blorbos reactivating like a dinosaur sponge capsule in a fresh bucket of water

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Tagged by @figthefruitfaeth took me while, got busy at work and got dysfunctional executively at home

Rules:

Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in or just post.

WIPs:

Retrograde 6

Brain bits

Leeches

I am actively limiting my number of wips rn so I don’t get insane www

Snippet: (Brain bits)

Blood makes his fingers sticky.

Ellery leans his head back against the rough hewn planks of the empty grain barn, feeling his hair catch in the wood grain.

He has both hands on his left side, putting pressure over the shirt bound in place by Thyme’s scarf, bound to the wound that runs from the top of his hip bone almost to his midthigh despite the pain. An ominous chill lurks beneath his skin; he knows it’s the cost of the blood he spilled getting here. He wouldn’t have made it this far without Thyme’s help, but he still has to hold on while Thyme takes his purse to help further.

The fiddler got out, most important after themselves, long gone by the time the baron realized his faery captive was loose. Ellery and Thyme had almost gotten out unscathed. Almost.

Ta da~

Tagging @willthewhompingwillow @averageicewitch just cause, if you feel like it either of you www

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As of about December 23, 2022, I finished draft five of my older wip (not to do with leeches). It is currently thirteen sections and an epilogue, and it stands at 94,637 words.

If you told me in spring 2021 when I was starting a project so I had something to turn into critique that I’d break not just 50k but 80k with it, I think I’d have squinted, but here we are. There are still rough parts of this draft, and parts I am not 100% satisfied with, but the plot and the characters have come along so much.

I’m going to hold off on draft six for just a bit, until I have explored some potential changes and fixes a bit more, but damn it feels good to have a project I’ve put this much dedication into.

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*writes some insanely tender gay sex as part of my commitment to challenging my writing this year* happy pride month??

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Tagged by @figthefruitfaeth I like your 24/7 nonsense keep it coming www

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

Hiro knows Makoto is more than capable with both hands, so he stands perfectly still when Makoto lays the cold metal against the skin between two of his ribs.

I think y’all have seen this before when it was in prewriting but I’m actually revising now and it’s really the last thing lol. Unless you’d like the last line of my lesson plan (“each bingo gets one sticker and after that, good job”).

Also,,,, I’m not tagging all that so @willthewhompingwillow @something-wild-cat @polliniaa and whoever else might want to

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I need someone to care about my blorbos other than me but I don’t want to show them my blorbos till the whole piece is finished to avoid cliffhangering them, you see my problem?

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All up in my head about my blorbos

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Kicking my feet over my own blorbos, I’m so fond of them 🥰

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Writing is so funny cause I’ve got over 40 pages of words about three characters but I only know what two of them look like. And the third is my fucking viewpoint man.