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[toribookworm22]

Find The Word (×2)

Thank you, @winterandwords & @oh-no-another-idea

No pressure tagging: @elijahrichardwrites @doublegoblin @hghrules @kayedium-writes & my open tag!

Your words are: YELL, DATE, & FREE.

My words were: lost, found, nowhere, somewhere, high, low, tall & short and bite, tooth, mouth, & jaw.

All excerpts from my queer superhero story world. Hidden under the cut.

Lost

It even smells like sickness. 23 people-- 24 counting Anny. I wonder how many lost lives that’s not counting. I wonder how many lives I couldn’t save because it took me four months to even get here.

Found

Four years ago, the medical team I woke up to told me I was found by a storm aftermath crew. I was buried in the wreckage of Mayan ruins, thought dead until I apparently grabbed one of the volunteer’s ankles and started speaking a language none of them recognized.

Nowhere

Shella cleaned up the kitchen while I was inthe shower, but I wish she hadn’t. There’s nothing to do. Nowhere to do it. I’m not allowed out of the apartment, not even allowed on my own balcony yet.

Somewhere

I dig my fingers into the woman’s shoulder, trying to get some kind of grip on her. There’s no way I can get her all the way to the village, but if I can just get her a little further, find somewhere to hide her, I can gather my strength and find Manuela. I can. I can.

High(er)

The waves licked at my sandals, crystal blue on worn brown, a shush against the haze of my thoughts. I kept walking, the water soaking higher and higher into my linen shirt.

Low

Just as the third hour rolls into the fourth, the woman stirs on the bed, a low groan echoing through the house and making Anny and I look up from the tabletop we’d both been zoning out to as our backdrop. I hold up a hand before Anny can stand up, hoping she’ll understand and not move or say anything.

Tall(er)

I notice that we’re eye to eye. He’s not actually taller than me like he’s seemed to be. “You keep looking for enemies. Feeling exposed?”

Short

“And maybe I can help you, too.”

For the first time in the, admittedly, short time I’ve known her, Nia looks so very afraid. “What are you talking about?”

Bite

After having to ditch what was left of my rations outside the border, I’d make an offering to the food if I could. Still, I wait for both Manuela and Paolo to start before I take a bite.

Tooth

No matter how powerful The Orchid was, after her interview, Shella knew The Inititor would fight tooth and nail to keep such a scandal out of the news and off Tracker’s back like being queer was bad press.

Mouth

Paolo nods. “I will get more today. But later. The two of you must eat. The water will not go anywhere.” Manuela opens her mouth to argue. “I will bring Anny some of our water. Por favor come, amor.”

Jaw

The tingling starts under my ribcage, a pulse completely separate from my own. From there, it seeks out the foreign connection, this time running down my arm and pushing into the boy’s jaw. In the glow of the last candle, the tendrils connecting us look deceivingly orange, but I know better.

[writingamongther0ses]

Five Lines Tag

How To Play: Find a line in your WIP (can be dialogue or not) that fits the parameters given by the person who tagged you. Then change one of the parameters and tag some people. Lines can be from multiple WIPs.

Thanks for the tag, @shellyscribbles!

A line about a building- Treasure Triplets:

Klein Enterprises was the beating heart of the city. The main office sat in the middle of the city, the building a stately courthouse-looking building with marble and stained glass. It was all very neat and pretty. The actual headquarters sat at the very edge of town. It was a building that actually looked very ramshackle and cobbled together, to the point that newcomers feared that one wrong step would send them crashing through the floor. It was once a one-story building in the 1800s when Connor Klein began his business. However, he refused to tear down the building to make a new one that reflected his success.

A line about the weather- Hell's Studio:

Her legs were ready to give out when she finally reached the town Blur Studios had been in. A fine drizzle had started up, blanketing the world in a fine mist. Suzie panted when she finally stopped by an old, beaten-up mailbox at the bottom of a hill.

A line about a drink- Bad End:

Pamela ignored her, sitting down. A warm mug of what smelled like hot chocolate was handed to her. Riley settled down as Mary Arden took a sip of it. It was hot chocolate, but rather bland. Her family always made it with a mixture of spices. "So, Mary Arden, I bet you have questions." Riley said as she sat down.

A line that is shouted- Hell's Studio:

"STILL YOUR TONGUE!" The echoing male voice came from speakers mounted on the walls. "HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY LORD! You have the gall to insult him?! He, who you abandoned? He who has graciously spared you and welcomed you to his world? I will not allow this stand! I shall prove myself to him! I will have him notice me!" It sounded like the ravings of a madman.

A line that includes a lie- Bride of Loki:

There was a low chuckle before the hallucination cupped Siv’s face and the warmth flooded her. She didn’t bother to struggle. "You're too ugly to be stalked, Mabelle." Another lie. Mabelle was the prettiest girl Siv knew.

I'll tag, with no pressure, @winterandwords, @ladywithalamp, @authortango, @akindofmagictoo, and @hghrules. Your lines will be:

A line about gossip

A line about social media

A line about waiting in line

A line about a chore

A line about repairing something

[meoproject]

Some more AF headshots! For @superintendent-b ; Coyo.tea ; DemonApologist ; @hghrules ; Robito ; @pela-pela ; sinninenbun

[hghrules]

i am opening up art and animation commissions!

i will do:

fully rendered halfbodies in my cartoon style - $20

fully rendered busts in my realistic style - $20

fully rendered fully tweened busts, cartoon - $20

flat color cartoon frame-by-frame animations (walk cycles, jumps, fighting) - $45

cartoon bust of varying quality - pay what you want

extra characters cost extra depending on the type of commission, and i'll also add a blinking animation to non-animated commissions for $5!

here's the link to my more detailed commission info!

and here's my ko-fi to actually purchase one if you're interested!

[voice-in-the-static]

Greetings and Salutations!

I’m Brian (he/him) and I’m just starting out with voice acting! I’m currently recording for Apocalypse Radio by @hghrules so keep your eyes peeled for that 👀

I’d love to keep building my experience and I’m particularly interested in sci-fi and horror projects, so if you think I might be a good fit for your project, feel free to DM me!

To see my art, check out @staticbluue!

Click here to see a list of my favorite podcasts:

Red Valley

Neighbourly

Ethics Town

The Magnus Archives/The Magnus Protocol

Derelict

Malevolent

The Silt Verses

[blueringart]

We're coming up on the end of Art Fight so I should probably remember to post the attacks I've made! Characters belonging to @enigmaticvariation, @colonel-chicken, RobinCPierce, @hghrules, and Sarracenia. (COMMISSIONS)

[asher-writes]

Excerpt from Cardinal Sins:

But he doesn’t run.

He finds the tether, the pull that drags him by his throat forward towards the murky blue-brown waters, wading into its cold with no regard for the way his clothes soak. His hands fall into the ripples the further it rises up his body.

Roman looks back at Tulip - who smiles with pride and encouragement.

Then he turns back with the utmost clarity, knowing the way a person knows how to hold a hand, bite an apple, or share a kiss, that he must sing.

And so, he does.

He opens his mouth to unused vocal chords that had never been trained a day in this art. The noise that comes out is his own - but it isn’t. What is used is not his throat, but his mind. It is the song of the dead and the living, of the tide and the moon, the forest and the sea, a love song between veils upon veils of in-betweens. It is knowledge no human can have, a sound no man should hear.

And the water begins to shake.

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Gen Taglist:

@gabe-killed-me-with-ace-cream​ @carefulpyromancer​ @captain-kraken​ @moonshinemagpie​

CS Taglist:

@hghrules​ @author-a-holmes​ @e-lisard​

[seyermon]

4th drawing of art fight against @hghrules ! cute couple hehe

[celestdraws]

af attack on @hghrules

[toribookworm22]

Characters As Songs

Thanks for the tags @eli-writes-sometimes & @captain-kraken!

No pressure tagging: @midnight-clover @rsdan @hghrules @clairelsonao3 @cljordan-imperium & of course leaving my open tag!

Using my queer superhero story characters:

Orchid - Just Fucking Let Me Love You by Lowen

Nia - Holding Onto Heartache by Louis Tomlinson

Roldan - Gasp of Air by Losa Curtis

[hbxplain]

hi, i'm haven (ey/em)! i follow from @hghrules. i'm a queer disabled writer dead set on writing as much as possible during a 24hr time period. most of it will be for my dnd wip about several ghosts inhabiting one body, but i might make a backup outline of a different wip too in case the first wip just doesn't need 50k words. please interact with this or introduce yourself if you're another writeblr doing the 24hr challenge!

[asher-writes]

Worth it for the look on her face, Sailor thought to himself with what was gentle glee at first. The siren looked at him - her usual unwielding manner stunned to silence as she opened and closed her mouth. He raised an eyebrow, at first presuming it to be an act, until of course he realised. She never took her mask off for anyone but her kin. And him, but that had been an accident. He hadn't meant to see her the first time. She had expected to be alone on the deck of the ship when he'd come crawling to her, enraptured by the sheer beauty of a siren song. The first and only one of her crewmates to see beneath the mask. The first and only human to be treated to what lay beneath the confines of the black leather. Her thick curls blew in the wind, peeling back from flushed skin and glistening scales as she stared with starlit eyes as wide as saucers. “No one kisses me,” she said, finally, sounding almost confused. “Everyone’s too afraid of me to kiss me. But you…you just…” Sailor's heart began to sink slowly, finding irregular rythm as a sickness began to grow to his stomach. He'd been so used to her acting so tough and impenetratable that he'd forgotten even the strongest of soldiers can be fragile at times. “Oh," he whisper, at first, shaking his head "...God, was that your first kiss? I’m so sorry-” She stares at him, bewildered. "I don't..." she shook head head "...no, no it wasn't, I just-" "With a human?" She nods. "I'm sorry, I-I have no excuse, I-" And she took his hand, her lips ghosting a smile. Perhaps for the first time he sees not the captain of the ship in which he sails, nor the siren that she is - but someone who wishes to be loved. And someone he wishes to love. She leaned forward to press her lips gently - sweetly - to his own. "I forgive you, but you must kiss me more." And who was he to deny her?

@gabe-killed-me-with-ace-cream

@hghrules

Prompt #3407

“No one kisses me,” they said, sounding almost confused. “Everyone’s too afraid of me to kiss me. But you…you just…”

“Oh. Oh, god, was that your first kiss? I’m so sorry-”

[barry-j-blupjeans]

70 with taako and lucretia? or 5 with taako and lup for smth less angsty, either one :0

70. “You know what? Never mind, you’ll know I’m lying to you anyway.”

((random dialogue prompts - send some in!!))

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Maybe it was the inner teenager inside of Taako, but when he heard the front door open, his primal instinct was, of course, "shove your boyfriend under the bed and hope for the best". Except that Taako was in the living room and there was no under-the-bed in sight. Instead, he threw the pocket spa down and shoved Kravitz unceremoniously into it. From the hallway by the door, the Director poked her head in.

"Sorry for coming in unannounced," she said, stepping further in. "Merle forgot his arm in the cafeteria again." Merle's wooden arm was, indeed, in her grasp. It seemed to be sulking. "I was just gonna leave it on the coffee table."

"Go for it," Taako said, in a normal voice that was totally and completely normal. He cleared his throat. He stood in front of the pocket spa while she did so, carefully sidestepping so she couldn't see inside. With the arm on the table, she straightened up. Taako asked, "is that all?"

"Well," she said, glancing between him and the pocket spa. "I did want to debrief about your last mission with you. I imagine that it wasn't exactly pleasant but, uh. To put it nicely, you're a lot harder to track down than Merle and Magnus, it seems."

"I'm taking that as a compliment," Taako said. The Director tilted her head slightly like she had expected that response. She continued with,

"So, how are you?"

"How am I what?" Taako said.

"How are you feeling?" the Director said expectantly. Taako winced.

"Oh, you know," he said, waving away her concern. He backed up a little further against the pocket spa. "All good here. Taako's the prime example of good mental health, you know how it is."

The pocket spa snorted. The Director paused. Taako paused. He was pretty sure he was nervous sweating, which was both gross and not helping the situation.

"Is there anything I should... know about?" the Director said.

"No," Taako said. He kicked the edge of the pocket spa with a motion he hoped said: "shut up". There was a very quiet grumble from inside. Taako sighed. "Alright, fine. You know what? Never mind, you know I'm lying to you anyway. But you can't get mad at me! It's- it's my dorm, I'm allowed to have visitors-"

"Visitors who are part of the Bureau, yes," the Director said. She settled herself on the couch, like she was expecting this to go on for a while, which... fair, yeah.

"Uhhh, I don't remember that in the welcome pamphlet," Taako said.

"Anyone who isn't part of the Bureau would not feel... comfortable up here, due to the Voidfishes effects," the Director said. "And I take it you did not inoculate someone without permission, correct?"

"Nah," Taako said. "Well, I mean- no, I don't think so. Anyway, he doesn't need it, 'cus he's like, super undead or whatever-"

"Not undead," Kravitz said from inside the pocket spa. "A construct of-"

"Very undead," Taako interrupted. "This is Kravitz."

Kravitz poked out of the pocket spa. He rolled his eyes and came back into the living room, settling himself down on the couch as well. For her part, the Director didn't look too surprised, but she was hard to read anyway, so really who's to say. The pocket spa shrunk back down to regular size and Taako put it back in his pocket. He sat, too.

"And Kravitz is...?"

"A reaper," Kravitz said politely. "It's very nice to meet you."

"My boyfriend," Taako put in, because that was more important. "So you can't kick him off the moon or whatever, 'cus he's not hurting anyone and- and he's-"

"I'm not gonna kick him off the moon, Taako," the Director said, and she was smiling a little now. "He's not a dog. I've just- if I'm allowed, I have a few questions for you, Kravitz. Security questions, mostly, because I was pretty sure no one could sneak in after the last time, but-"

"The last time?" Taako asked.

"-but I have to make sure that we're not missing anything. Can we start with you explaining what exactly a reaper is?"

Taako shrunk back in the couch as Kravitz's eyes lit up. The Director was right in sitting down- they were going to be here for a while.

[gummybugg]

Last Line Tag

I believe @jay-avian tagged me here for this one, so Thanks! I haven't Written in a week or two (2), but I Did find this Little piece :')

This Line comes from my wip Crater City in Blair's POV:

“Look, man, I'm really sorry,” I pushed myself from the wall. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. I was careless and I should have taken it up with you first.” Elijah was too busy mumbling incoherently to himself to notice that a couple [of his apartment's] metal numbers fell from where my back had been propped a moment ago. I slid them under a nearby bush.

Tagging these people for their Last Lines: @lyra-brie, @stragglewort, @mysticstarlightduck, @comicgoblinart, @hghrules, @crowandmoonwriting, @elshells, @sam-glade, and Anyone else who stops on by (just say I Tagged you :')

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Also tagging @writeouswriter for Crater City content!

<< If Anyone else wants to be Tagged for any content that I post, shoot me a DM :') >>

[awfulrabbit]

                        Art Fight 2021 attack on @hghrules!

                       Patreon — Kofi — Commission Info

[writingamongther0ses]

Bad End taglist: @khufiya-khaufnak-antariksh​, @aye-write​, @cordycep-creations, @hghrules

General taglist: @dear-space-cadet, @gr3y-heron, @writinglyra, @myhusbandsasemni, @ettawritesnstudies,

@magic-is-something-we-create,  @citruswords, @goldendoodling, @spuddlespud, @random-nerd-queer, @endless-ramblings,

@kirsten-is-writing, @eternalwritingstudent, @oasis-of-you, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @dutifullyloudmilkshake,

@chris-the-dragonslayer,  @happyorogeny, @theshowgeek, @knittingknots, @splendentgoddess,

@dustylovelyrun, @cherinoix, @whyisnamingthingssohard, @helioscenic, @inky-duchess

Time's Run Out

Summary: Two souls walked into the Woods and only one was given to the lord of the Woods. The clocks have been ticking for so long and now they ring. It's time for Lennox Cox to give what is owed. Inspired by @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt of Counting Clocks

Tick, tick, tick...

"I'm sorry," Clockwork sighed, no trace of apology in her face. "Your time's run out."

An expression formed on Lennox's face that Mary Arden had never seen before. She recognized the furrowed brows and closed tension of gritted teeth anger before, but the blankness in his eyes?

Dread.

She had never seen such dread in his face.

Tick, tick, tick...

"What does that mean?" She had to ask.

"It means," Clockwork drew herself up, out of the hunch, revealing that she was taller than Lennox. Much taller. Tall enough that some prey instinct in Mary Arden cowered, ready to die. "Two souls walked into the woods and two souls are due."

"My sister-"

The clocks, all at once, hit twelve.

Tick, tick, tick...DONG.

All the clocks, all at once, began to ring. Alarms of all kind went off, from cuckoos coming out to electronic beeping. The loudest of them all had to be the grandfather clock downstairs, it's dongs loud enough that Mary Arden was pretty sure she felt her bones rattle.

"She's coming!" Clockwork cackled. "You've run out of time, Lennox Cox! The queen is coming to collect your debt!"

Lennox didn't let her continue. Mary Arden yelped as he grabbed her arm and hauled her from the room, only releasing her when they were running down some stairs. "Find Riley!" he ordered as they hit the ground floor, not pausing in their speed. "Go out the back door, I'll catch up!"

"What are you gonna do?!"

There was a CRASH that was nearly muffled by the DONG, DONG, DONG!

"LENNOX! YOUR SISTER IS COMING TO COLLECT WHAT IS OWED!"

"I'm going to distract Clockwork and Mabel," Lennox said. If he was bothered by the idea that his sister was supposedly coming to possibly murder him, he didn't show it. The dread hid any other emotion. "I'll catch up with you, I promise."

Was it bad to say that she didn't believe him?

Tick, tick, tick.