#lcfl

[harleyacoincidence]

For the WIP Word Guessing Game: Mushroom

Hey there, and thanks for the ask!

Unfortunately, you've stumped me there! Here's a snippet from LCFL:

Jade motioned to Ferphasia, and began to smooth out her hair. Her fingers wove her hair together, slowly but surely, into a fishtail. Ferphasia giggled as Jade worked through her locks. When she finished, Ferphasia flipped the braid over her left shoulder to admire it, accidentally smacking Jade in the face. The pair laughed it off.

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[harleyacoincidence]

I made some new moodboards for a few characters in LCFL!

okay so every couple of weeks i have the thought 'wow people dont reblog writing like they used too anymore' and it's true but what's the point in having that thought and doing nothing to change it?

you all should reblog this post and share some of your writing or art or moodboards or fun facts off of it! give me something to look at and reblog!

even better, try and check out the notes once this gets spreading, and do the same!

[dandelight]

hurt no comfort call that hurt/combat

[harleyacoincidence]

Happy STS! What are some things your characters enjoy doing together, whether they're romantically involved, close friends, or family?

Thanks for the ask! It feels good to have my inbox working again, I'll tell you that much. I kept getting notifications from it, but no new asks, only to have the asks appear much, much later (I'm looking at the asks I received in 2023 and only just now saw).

Not sure which WIP you want this for specifically, so I'll give you a few examples:

Tales of an Unfortunate Summoner

Hadeon and Henriette do basically everything together (kind of unavoidable when one of them's literally stuck in the other's head)

They enjoy planning Henriette's short stories together, when they actually get down to creative business

Other than that, if Hadeon doesn't have an external vessel to take control of temporarily, they enjoy cracking jokes only they can hear (which happens quite frequently, due to Hadeon's disposition)

If Hadeon's got a vessel, the two can enjoy more familiar activities, such as getting ice cream, playing pranks, or going for joyrides in Hadeon's (legally-owned-by-laws-of-Hell) sports car

It's not a stretch to say that they're very good friends, and rely on each other for a lot (especially considering the fact that Hadeon quite literally needs to stay in Henriette's head unless he wants to find another vessel for his demonic purposes)

It might seem like it's Hadeon that relies the most on Henriette, but she needs his company as well, especially since her parents don't have a lot of free time to spend with her

Overall, it might be a little strange to consider a literal demon and a high schooler as friends, but they make it work and respect boundaries (Hadeon doesn't leave the amulet he's cursed to stay attached to unless in Henriette's brain, and Henriette doesn't go to Hell to meet the people her accomplice considers his kind)

Love Corrupts Fresh Lilies

Jade and Ferphasia might have had a rocky start to their relationship, but they're making it work despite the whole "technically-being-rivals-and-sworn-enemies" thing

After they got past the whole blasting each other with magic part and really accepted their shared romantic feelings, they both began to blossom

They love stargazing, especially since the both of them are fairly imaginative and associate themselves with nighttime and stars respectively

Besides this, the perfect date is calm, quiet, and preferably away from Hemlock and Rafflesia (those two have been getting a bit too violent lately, someone should really check on them...)

They both enjoy baking, cooking, and using their magic to produce little trinkets (especially for each other)

I feel like the two of them would really like a date in which they teach each other different textile arts, or even something like pottery or jewelry making

Thanks again for the ask! You've really made me think about my WIPs, and I appreciate it a lot!

[bhuvneshkumawat]

_*🙏🏻🙏🏻🌹आज के श्रृंगार दर्शन श्री राधा श्यामसुंदर जी के जिन्द हरियाणा से🌹🙏🏻🙏🏻*_ https://www.instagram.com/p/CF9flS-lcFL/?igshid=kd9zmkqckq42

[joseph345-blog1]

George Doodnaught, Toronto doctor convicted of sexually assaulting patients, denied parole

George Doodnaught, Toronto doctor convicted of sexually assaulting patients, denied parole

https://wp.me/p2Y4rw-lCfL

[junjunkii]

friend: im having a problem with this person

me: kill them

friend: no

me: then i will kill them FOR you

friend: NO

[harleyacoincidence]

Happy STS! Do your favourite genres to read differ from those you like to write?

Hello, Happy STS, and welcome to my inbox!

In terms of differences in genre, I find I tend to write genres I'd read in recent years (say, one year before writing a book in a particular genre). I used to read a lot of comedy fantasy novels, so my writing for the majority of the last five years has loosely fit into that genre. Right now, I've been reading a lot of books that fit into the mystery, crime, and sci-fi genres, so in the next few months, I'll probably get an idea for something in one of those genres.

On the other hand, there is one genre I usually do not touch (outside of fanfiction), this being romance. I've read a grand total of three romance novels (that I can name off the top of my head), but may of my works have a romantic aspect to them, whether it's typical romance or whatever the hell I've done to the genre in LCFL (it carries many tropes found in dark romance novels, and it's really not a great example of a stereotypical romance story).

Anyway, thanks for the ask!

[braceletuniverse]

Buy Now Mothers Day Gifts For Her Birth Flower Bracelet With Charms Personalized Gifts Mom Personalized Jewelry Grandma Bridesmaid Gift - ABR-LCFL by TwinkleAmi.

[junjunkii]

Some 50 year old white dude trying to imitate how millennials on tumblr talk: OMG I'm SOOOOOOOO triggered I can't even!!!!!!11!!1 Check Your Privilege!

how millennials on tumblr actually talk: Omae Wa Mou Shindeiru

[harleyacoincidence]

I've been tagged by @sarahlizziewritesto make myself write for tag game purposes. This is what I've conjured up (from LCFL):

“Oh, thank goodness,” I replied, relieved. “Anyway, I really like this dress. It’s pretty.”

“Well, if you like it, you can keep it. I’m sure Ferphasia won’t mind conjuring up another one.”

Tagging (with no pressure): @olive-riggzey @galactic-knightmare @@amostdelectablescribbler @aziz-reads and anyone who would like to join!

[harleyacoincidence]

Hi! Happy Second Day of STS! Let's talk about makeup. Do your characters wear makeup? What's their opinion on it? Does makeup carry any significance for the characters and/or people around them? Feel free to yap about anything other about makeup too! :D

@flock-from-the-void

Hello there, anon, and welcome to my inbox!

I'm going to be completely honest with you here, I have never thought about this before, except in one specific character's scenario. I'm rather uneducated when it comes to makeup, but I tried my best to do research for Winifred Gallagher's sake (she's from LCFL).

Winifred is the only character in any of my works that canonically (in my notes) is listed to wear makeup. While other characters of mine might wear some for special occasions, they don't usually do so on a day-to-day basis (other than maybe some concealer). Winifred enjoys dolling herself up with a full face of makeup, and has a great eye for fashion and colour, making her the go-to for many of my characters if they need outfit help. In terms of significance, Winifred finds makeup fun and relaxing to do, and it also alleviates some of the gender dysphoria she feels. I haven't specifically written any of my characters within the work she's in to consider makeup significant, but then again, the work is very unfinished, with many characters only existing in draft templates for future use. I don't want to single her out in this case, so I'll likely give these products more prominence, whether it's in character descriptions or dialogue.

Since I don't have much to offer you, have some on-theme Winifred dialogue snippets from LCFL!

“Why wouldn’t someone want to express their personality and favourite colours with makeup? It’s like turning your face into a canvas for your masterpiece, duh!”

“Thanks! I really wanted to spice up the pink in my jeans, so I added the glitter eyeshadow! Cute, right?”

[harleyacoincidence]

Hi, happy STS! How is mental health treated in your universe and/or by your characters? Is it prioritized? Are mental illnesses and disorders heavily stigmatized? Do you have any characters who have mental issues?

Thanks for stopping by my inbox! It's always a pleasure to have you visit!

In terms of mental health, in most of my works it is never directly addressed, but there is one in which it plays an integral role. In this work, it is prioritized, no matter the character. If someone's mental health appears to be becoming worse, there will be a whole support squad showing up at their door. Mental illnesses and disorders are not heavily stigmatized, and are in fact incredibly common within the cast of characters (I think I can name one off the top of my head that doesn't have anything of the sort). Outside of this work, plenty of my characters have mental issues (usually as a result of trauma). I've been trying to write them as realistically as I can, but I'll definitely look deeper into these things as I edit my drafts. I don't want to present something as important as this in a way that is inaccurate or offensive.

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*waves* hello! i tried to message you but apparently my messages don't want to work :(

Anyway, I'd love to know what YOU write about?

Hey there! Thanks for the ask! I'm so sorry, but Tumblr seems to have eaten your ask only to spit it out two years later. Since I just found this, I'll answer it now.

I don't really have a specialty genre, but my favourites to write are fantasy, dark comedy, sci-fi, horror, and crime. My WIPs usually include a combination of those genres, some of which you'll be introduced to below. Without further ado, I'll be going over the things I write (and trust me, the list is decently long) below the cut!

Quick warnings: depictions of manipulation, violence, gore, death, mentions of suggestive content and suicide (though nothing explicit for the latter two are shown, just acknowledgements of their existence)

Tales of an Unfortunate Summoner

A three-part WIP series where protagonist Henriette Cellante (a high school student passionate about the creative arts and summoning demons) goes about her life with her trusty emotional support demon sidekick friend, Hadeon

This series has elements of fantasy, dark comedy, and horror (with just a touch of sci-fi, if you know where to look)

This is by far the oldest of the WIPs I'm working on presently, as I started this back in high school (I'm planning to finish the series and then bring it up to my current writing standard, as OH BOY, ARE SOME PARTS EVIDENT OF THE TIME THEY WERE WRITTEN)

This work does contain subjects such as violence, death, and religious imagery (since, well, demons and such)

Here are some snippets (which definitely aren't just dialogue snippets from Hadeon, the character everyone who knows about this WIP has agreed is the best for some reason):

“What, you aren’t scared of me, heck you deny my existence, but you’re scared of a little gun?"

“Elliot. You’ve been here for literal hours, and you’ve spent it lying down on a carpet. You haven’t seen most of the cool things I carefully laid out to torment you with! What the heaven, man? The stuff is literally two steps to your right. That’s it. Get up or I’ll detonate the floor.”

“Hey, hey, kid, don’t worry about it. It’s not like you had anything weird hidden there, like fanfics or something. I’d only be mad if that was the case. Wait, either you don’t read fanfiction or you’ve hidden them from me really well. Where are the fanfics, Henriette?! WHERE ARE THEY?!?”

“I doubt you’ll remember this, but some omnipotent clown came by and removed me from your brain. I can’t get back in. There’s literally an anti-demon wall in your head right now.”

Love Corrupts Fresh Lilies

A WIP novel of mine I'm adapting from poems I wrote years and years ago, featuring protagonist Rafflesia Mallory, who can't seem to get her life together until she literally falls headfirst into another universe and becomes romantically involved with a deity of corruption and evil (don't ask me how, this WIP's novel form is far from complete)

This WIP is comprised of three genres, fantasy, horror, and dark romance (something I'm fairly new to, so this WIP is kind of a test drive for it)

I started this WIP (technically) a few years ago, with the poems dating back to around high school as far as I can tell (at least, the later half), and I've been trying to change it into novel since

I've taken a lot of breaks from this WIP, as it is extremely difficult to go about, especially with the background lore I've dreamed up (literally) for it

This work contains subjects such as violence, death, extreme levels of gore, childhood trauma, manipulation, and suggestive content (it's by far on the darker side of my WIPs, but definitely not the darkest thing I've ever written, that award goes to either the WIP after this or one of my fanfiction projects)

Here are some snippets (warning for gore, violence, and death below):

His blood covered the streets. You could see it for what felt like miles. Everyone knew what had happened to him, even if they hadn’t been in the town square that day. Those who had been there in the moment only had more of the spectacle to deal with. I had been there. I knew. The memory stained my mind as beautifully as his remains did against the stone. I hadn’t thought smoke to be so corporeal, but my darling had shown me his power and proved me wrong once again. He’d been slammed against the cobblestone and pinned there. The more he struggled, the tighter the grip became. When he cried out, he was lifted and smashed back down. Everyone had heard something crack and break. It was not enough. Smoky fingers moved from his throat to his chest and stomach. That was where they remained, until every drop of crimson essence had been wrung from his form. He was thrown against the ground once more, splashing in a puddle of blood and innards that had been grotesquely crushed and pulled apart. He wasn’t moving anymore. No part was lively, not even his eyes, which had been rolled back so far into his head that it was a miracle they hadn’t fallen in.

I could hear music playing in the distance. As I followed it, I found myself in a village square. The tune was upbeat, inviting, almost like it knew I had just arrived. Why would there be music playing now, of all times? A festival? I thought, What kind of festival would be on now specifically? Do they also celebrate a jazz festival? The music doesn’t sound like jazz. I nearly tripped over a tree root while lost in thought. Definitely not my proudest moment, I’m afraid.

“You! You evil, disgusting, potion-brewing, manipulating, unorganized, witchy freak!” “You overly-peppy, cotton-brained, goody-two-shoes pushover!” “They’re in love,” Hemlock whispered to me. “It’s clear as day,” I replied.

The Devoted Musician

This WIP is very dear to my heart, originally taking place as a random story I'd come up with after being inspired by various pieces of horror media including Creepypastas (specifically Lavender Town Syndrome, Godzilla NES, and Hypno's Lullaby)

It takes heavy inspiration from these Creepypastas, but I've tried to put my own spin on them to take small concepts they revolve around and build my own story

Technically, it's an analog horror series, but focuses more on tragedy than horror (I sort it into the genres of horror, dark comedy, and tragedy)

I've been working on this WIP for eight years now, and it's been putting several of my skills to the test (communicating with a team of editors as well as editing videos myself was never my strong suit, but I'm making it work)

This work includes subjects such as suicide, murder, death, loss, cults, manipulation, and overall declines in mental health/stability

Here are some pieces of media/snippets (some of these are concept art/drafts, as I want to keep this one relatively spoiler-free):

I remember the way her hands would glide over the strings…in that moment, they seemed like sinew and the soundbox like bone.

Idealism and Adherence

This WIP is one of the "newer" ones to my collection (one of the newer projects, as I haven't really had an idea for a major project in a long time, as I want to focus on finishing the ones I already have)

This WIP is the one I have the least clear outline for, despite putting a lot of planning into how its world works, but I have a protagonist by the name of Sasha, and she's part of a specific group seeking new members to join its cause

This WIP fits into the genres of dystopian, crime, and satire (the initial idea I had for this work was literally "What if people took fandom way too seriously in real life?")

This work contains themes of religious imagery, manipulation, indoctrination, violence, and suggestive content

Here are some snippets (from my first draft, with Heavy Emphasis on "first draft"):

Sasha recalled what Adrian had said to her before she went out on her mission: “The mayor’s even more impressionable now than he was ten years ago! A little riot with fire, and he leaves us to do whatever we want. He’s gonna senile over the past decade, I swear! Not that you would remember, Sasha,” he had laughed after the two of them had finished watching a news broadcast from their mayor.

High Paradise City had been named years and years ago, and couldn’t be further from its name in the present day. It was safe to say that the original premise no longer applied. From the littered streets and smokestacks to the government which had a minuscule amount of control over the fanatic citizens than ran wild, it was certainly not the place to be.

Undying Service

This WIP, despite technically being older than Idealism and Adherence, has had virtually zero progress since the day it sprang into my brain (the document literally only has the title on the page)

I've aimed to make it surround the death of a religious minister, and how they haunt their burial place

This WIP is aimed to fit into the genres of mystery and comedy

This WIP contains religious themes and mentions of death, grief, and loss

I literally have no snippets to give you (I'm sorry), so please take this map of Italy's land use:

Miscellaneous Works/Fun Facts:

I've written a ton of short stories and drabbles (I'm talking five pages or under this time, not what Tales of an Unfortunate Summoner was supposed to be), with most of them being horror-related

I've posted a few here, but it was a while ago and my writing has improved a little since then, so I won't be putting them here again

I've written a few fanfics, some of them being requests from people I know (I never thought I'd see the day where I'd be writing Transformers or Pokémon fanfiction, but here we are)

The longest fanfiction I've ever written was about 52K words, and it was the aforementioned project in the Love Corrupts Fresh Lilies segment

I had the urge to write whump for Cuphead (a fandom I've been in officially since 2020, and an interest I've had since the game released), and I got a little carried away with what was supposed to be multiple unrelated oneshots

If I ever post it (which I might after I get a few more beta readers and go through to edit it a few more times), you'll know

I also happen to have a writing request blog now, which you can find at @coincidentallyarequestblog (I'm a bit nervous, honestly, as I'm not all that confident in my writing skills, but I was convinced by some friends of mine to make that blog, and they know I can't bring myself to delete it that easily)

Unrelated fact: I do speak some French, and it's a goal of mine to one day write something that's entirely in French (it's a daunting goal, but I'm determined to do it one day)

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Writing Share Tag Game

I was tagged by @illarian-rambling to share some of my writing from one of my WIPs.

Tagging (with no pressure): @galactic-mystics-writes @dyrewrites @the-down-upside-finch @cafeforwriters @the-ellia-west and anyone who would like to join!

Here's another snippet from LCFL (can you tell which of my WIPs is my favourite?), which serves as the prelude for a fight between a child and a god who has beef with her:

The moon and the stars shone clearly in the night sky, yet I couldn’t shake the feeling of premonition. The wind brushed by, begging me not to fall asleep. I had been having nightmares for a long while, yet something told me that this next one wouldn’t be what I was used to in the slightest. I tried to steady my breath, preparing to pull my first all-nighter since sophomore year of high school. I had forgotten how difficult staying up for an entire night had been. I’d only done it once, mostly because of a history test I had forgotten to study for. It had only been about half an hour, and I was already exhausted. My eyelids were ten times heavier than normal, and my entire body felt like it was half submerged in some sort of jelly. Sleep was a warrior, and I was losing the battle. Little did I know that the war against such a simple bodily need wouldn’t be the only one I’d have to fight that night. Without warning, I noticed that the celestial objects that had once inhabited the sky were gone. It immediately dawned on me that something was terribly wrong. Things like that don’t just disappear within a moment’s notice. The next thing I knew, I was being sucked through some sort of vortex. I screamed as I fell, then within a few seconds landed on a patch of well-kept grass. The vortex above me, which I discovered to be purple, promptly closed. I was met with a view that certainly commanded attention. Before me was the most magnificent fortress I’d ever seen. It reminded me of a Scottish castle I’d seen in a textbook once. And that, dear reader, was the worst thing it could have possibly been. I would rather see the apocalypse occurring right before my very eyes than that. There was only one reason I’d see buildings like this, and I’d stolen something from him. He watched me do it, of course he was angry! I had been so scared when I’d done it, but I had to. He wasn’t himself anymore. He was angry, vengeful. I couldn’t let him keep such a weapon in good conscience. I clutched my his the sword tightly. It was my lifeline. I knew I wouldn’t be able to make do without it. If he could warp my imagination and control time itself, this was more than just another nightmare. I wished Hemlock was there. Surely he could do something about my situation. He always knows what to do. With a flash of purple light, he appeared in the distance, sword in hand. I felt my chest tighten uncomfortably, like the first time I had tried to put on a lifejacket, and forgot to adjust it. I felt my hands begin to shake, and I couldn’t stop them no matter how much I squeezed them around the sword. I stayed frozen as he made his slow approach, moving as if he was floating just over the ground. His blade glinted as he drew closer, about fifty feet away from my position. Every part of me screamed to run, but my legs just wouldn’t. I was forced to watch his agonizing stride, knowing he was merely delaying my inevitable demise. I allowed myself a shaky inhale as I glanced down at the weapon in my hand. It had changed miraculously within just a few moments. A live rose had grown on the rain guard, or chappe, as I had heard it called, with a thorny vine wrapping around the hilt and curling around the tip. The vine shifted as I gripped it differently, as if accommodating my hand so it wouldn’t have thorns stuck in it. How thoughtful of the sword.