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commander-krios · 22 days

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Snippet Sunday!

I was tagged by @barbwillbrb <333

I have a few things to share, haven't written much this last week, but I'm hoping to get some writing done tomorrow since I'm off from work.

Tagging: @starknstarwars, @omniblades-and-stars and @eluvisen

Rescuing Rugan

Zarys laughed, all trace of cordiality and humor gone. “Trade? You think you have the upper hand in this, Ryn? No, I don’t think so. How about this for a fucking trade?” She aimed her crossbow in the direction of Aly and her friends, disgust curling her lips. “You can take the chest to Baldur’s Gate. After you kill Rugan for betraying us.” Alyril’fryn felt the gaze of her companions, a question hanging in the silence between them. When she met Shadowheart’s eyes, she saw the sympathy of a woman who knew loss, pain, and a lifetime of unanswered questions. Loss was more than grief, it was about accepting an inevitability, a new existence without something or someone who’d once been an important part of life. And when it came to Rugan, she wasn’t willing to accept a world without him. Wyll must have sensed her determination because he stepped forward, resting a heavy hand on her shoulder. He squeezed gently, fingers digging into the muscles of her arm before he dropped his hand away, reaching into the bag at his hip. Then he produced the iron flask, eyes glowing like blood in the darkness of the cavern. “We’ll follow your lead.”

Juni & Rolan Quiet Moments

Hands slid over his shoulder, dexterous fingers pressing into his muscles. He practically melted beneath the tender touch, the tightness in his shoulders disappearing little by little, the familiar coolness of a rejuvenation spell tickling his senses as Juniper worked her magic into his tired body. Closing his eyes, he relaxed into her, his head settling against her chest. He felt every inhale of breath into her lungs, every vibration from the song she hummed under her breath, every touch of her hands against him. “Is that better?” She whispered, leaning closer to press her lips against his hair. She breathed deep, taking all of him into her lungs, her arms wrapping around his chest and hugging him close. She was warm, not as warm as he was in his thick robes, but her touch felt nice, calming. It felt like home. Rolan had never needed such intimacy before. Never even craved it with how his mind had set itself on other issues: getting his siblings to safety, his apprenticeship, his newly acquired position and the upkeep of Ramazith’s Tower. Hell, even the battle against the Netherbrain had kept him sufficiently occupied, trying to protect the city and end the threat was enough to keep any person busy. But this: the quiet moments in this hidden room, away from the responsibilities of their day to day life, where they are nothing more than Juniper and Rolan, not savior or archmage, not bard or wizard, this is what he fought for. What he continued to fight for. “It’s wonderful.” He said, breathless as her fingers carded through his hair, separating the strands gently. Then, humming a quiet tune, Juniper began to braid his hair, fingers expertly working the pieces without tugging against his scalp. Simple, little motions that grounded him.

Dust in the Wind Ch 14

Blinking her eyes open, Aurora found the scene in the Alliance barracks hadn’t changed since the day before. Marines, commanders, admirals… the chaos hadn't settled, the lowest ranks of the military were rubbing elbows with the highest. And it was for all the wrong reasons. Her back ached, the pain radiating down into her legs when she stood, the position she'd been holding for the last few hours making her reconsider the rest that she'd been ordered to have. There was so much to do, too many updates to make, people who needed tending to. Things she could be doing to be useful. Sitting here in the barracks, waiting for orders while 'resting' after her ordeal was more than she could handle. Kaidan glanced up as she stretched, the lines around his tired eyes deepening. Neither of them had slept much over the last twenty four hours. The nightmares were there whenever she tried anyway, so there wasn't much reason to. Death, pain, fear… even now, after the adrenaline had worn out and the attack was over, Aurora still expected more to follow. It’d been too long since they’d had an update. On the wounded, the dead, or what was even happening in the colony. Aurora crossed her arms over her chest, eyes sweeping the room again, looking for any sign of her brother, of Pressly, hell she would’ve even taken Commander Kyle. Nothing but an empty wound starting to fester.

#snippet sunday #my writing

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thepeculiarbird · 29 days

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Little Dgkotr update

So I added 450+ words to chapter 4 which had previously around 1200 words. I would like to add some things to it in the future but I'm glad I could include scenes from Draft 1 !

Taglist (ask to be +/-) : @athenaspeculiardaughter @kaylinalexanderbooks @raiden-makoto @sarandipitywrites

@jaelink @aalinaaaaaa @lyutenw @buffythevampirelover

@nettleandthorne @finxi-writes @arwenschepers @corruptedbread

@whimsical-blood-fairy @unrepentantcheeseaddict @kidukami @ryns-ramblings

@rowenas-my-fave-child @mysticstarlightduck

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #writers #project lmotr #project dgkotr #don't get killed on the road #wip update

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veneritia · 9 months

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MADDIE'S TAGLIST CLEAN UP!

Hello everyone! Since I'll only be focusing on one wip for 2024, I wanted to clean up my taglist to see who was still interested in hearing updates about this project.

when comes the dawn. A fantasy court intrigue novel

Fenice vi Aetier, a portent of ill omens and the estranged daughter of the emperor, ignites a dangerous succession game between her and her half-siblings, where losing means death and winning means an empire. But when the remnants of her father’s war resurface, Fenice must ensure her victory — or else lose far more than just her head. [wip intro]

If you're interested in being added to or still being a part of the taglist, please interact with this post!!

current taglist members: @charlesjosephwrites @bearunicorn154 @seasteading @writting-in-blood-archive @trapped-inadystopianovel @inky-duchess @thats-my-type-writer @serpentarii @myhusbandsasemni @aphaimaniis @writinglyra @belialwrites @amoranza @pseudepigraphic @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @uppoffringar @fantasydisease @sourrcandy @zmlorenz @andiwriteunderthemoon @ryns-rambllings @marchdove @cielnocturnes @wren-is-writing @lord-fallen @tragicbackstoryenjoyer @bloomingwrites @marrowwife @prosayst

#writeblr #series.wctd #collection.my projects

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epersonae · 1 year

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fic etc (new version!)

[update March 21, 2024]

These days I'm writing fic for Our Flag Means Death.

Longfic

I have three finished long pieces, in order of connectedness to canon:

Hungry for love, ready to drown (T, 33K) - a Stede POV retelling of season one starting with episode four, lots of missing scenes (so much with clothing but also wound care! dream sequence!). My love letter to canon; I watched those episodes so many times in little bursts to really absorb the writing and acting, and I'm very proud of the results. Goes well with S2 prep, if I may say so. Will probably definitely most likely get a sequel, but it's taking me a while to figure out how to approach it.

the devil's threeway (E, 30K) - Ed POV, starts with a pre-canon encounter with Jack and (non-canonical) Anne Bonney, follows up with a post-S1 meet-up with Anne and (also non-canonical) Mark Read, and then a somewhat unusual reunion with Stede. Includes the fic where Ed would not. Stop. Crying. There is a reasonably likelihood that I will write something similar or equivalent with the canon versions of Anne and Mary, but it's still marinating.

for the benefit of all the broken hearts (E, 62K) - the not RPF but not not RPF that is maybe the best thing I've ever written in any medium for any reason: a fix-it fic for the gorgeous and weird Water Flowing Underground, told from the perspective of the unnamed second wife. My exploration of the aftermath of tragedy, the possibility of repair, and varieties of love. Read the tags, read the author's note, read WFU first (or don't, I'm not the boss of you, and I do know someone who read them out of order and still enjoyed it), but please give it a shot. Posts tagged #carlita coded content are related to this work, sometimes very obliquely. There is also a follow-up fic of missing scenes, end up several worlds away, that still has one chapter remaining (I SWEAR I'm going to finish it), and a short sort of non-linear AU, back on my beat, that explores some alternate endings.

Some favorite shorter pieces

I have begun to long for you, a "mutiny against Izzy succeeds" canon-divergence AU

nice either way, my contribution to the Beard Discourse

Commit to the Bit, modern AU blackbonnet engagement and wedding

Season 2 and post-S2 fic

I spit on your grave - post-S2, Stede and Ed have a serious conversation, starting with how Ed didn't "happen" upon Stede being gut-stabbed, and going some tough places from there

lost and found - post-S2, featuring beach comber Stede and those cake toppers

Through the storm - the crew of the Revenge between episodes 2 and 3. slow and creepy!

in case I never make it through to where you are - bad ending AU set at the end of 3. MIND THE TAGS, it's a rough one.

Other stuff

Occasionally I post OFMD fic recommendations, which started as a weekly thing but, you know. They are still posted in sets of five on Fridays, when I do them, and tagged #five fic friday. (There's no particular system to my listings, just stuff I like that's not PWP.)

Not fic: I am doing a little project where I make/recreate recipes that I have written down but haven't made in a long time (or ever) - that can be found under the tag #food as play. Includes my rewrite of the 40 Orange Cake Recipe!

I have also written a lot of fic for The Adventure Zone, my favorite being The Reckoning Arrives, a 77k fic in which Lucretia, Taako, Merle, and Carey go looking for Kalen.

I wrote quite a bit of my TAZ fic with my late spouse Ryn (@taakovapes). Ryn died in September 2021; here's the post I wrote the week they died. I often post/tag about them and death and grief. (See tags #not all exits are made equal, #[grief dab], and #posts I wish I could send to Ryn in particular.)

#about me #my fic #my writing #ofmd #ofmd fic #taz balance #hiding this in the tags: it's 'carlita' because she is an amalgam of CRJ and Rita (and tbh neither)#and I learned as little about the latter as possible while I was writing #as I said at a party 'everything I know about Rita Ora I learned against my will'#there's a reason the unnamed wife is tagged Original Female Character

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sarandipitywrites · 22 days

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Writeblr Interview Tag

@cowboybrunch tagged me for this - thank you! Go read her responses here

Tagging @breath-of-eternity, @darkangel319, @kingragnarok-writes, @ryns-ramblings, @wildswrites, and an open tag for anyone who wants to answer! Copy/pasteable template's under the cut.

Short stories, novels, or poems?

Novels, both to read and write. I just don't tend to seek out short stories or poetry to read, for whatever reason (legitimately don't know why - I enjoy it when I do read it?), and whenever I try to write something a bit shorter, it quickly becomes... not shorter.

What genre do you prefer reading?

I'll read most genres, but it seems like I usually end up reading speculative fiction/sci fi/fantasy.

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

Planner - I usually want at least a rough outline of a scene before I start writing. I find that breaking the writing up into two steps takes the pressure off of the actual 'writing' part and lets me focus more on prose/characterization/the fun shit because Past Saran already did the hard part :P

What music do you listen to while writing?

Ambient music/sounds that 'fit' what I'm writing, lately with binauaral beats layered under it. Nothing with words. Words going in ears = no words coming out of fingers

Favorite books/movies?

Books? LOTS. No Gods, No Monsters; Frankenstein; The Heart Principle; Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe; On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous; No Longer Human; etc etc etc Movies? Spirited Away.

Any current WIPs?

Spark Signature (high fantasy sci fi heist thriller; most current WIP; I am presently being very annoying about it) The Art of Empty Space (fantasy/paranormal mystery romance; WIP intro is no longer accurate; on hold because it has mutated beyond my control and I am slightly afraid of it) Dead Roots, Dark Water (dystopian fantasy adventure; Jak & Daxter fanfiction; currently on final draft and being updated weekly) Ambition is a Lonely Tower (paranormal mystery thriler; literally have not worked on this since I started posting writeblr stuff so it doesn't have a WIP intro but I am not giving up on this damn it)

Create a character description of yourself:

Constantly messing with something (hair, face, nails, the springy cat toy in the pocket of every single one of their jackets); gets anxious when they don't have earbuds or earplugs available; sits like a pretzel; forgets everything within 5 minutes if they don't write it down; avoids wearing "real people clothes" where possible; when forced to go outside, wears a t-shirt, baggy jeans, combat boots, and a jacket

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

Technically no? I use pieces from actual people I know, for sure, but there's no one character who's 'basically x.' Now it sounds like I'm over here sewing together chimera characters from people I know, oof

Are you kill happy with your characters?

Depends on the story, I guess. Nobody's died (yet) in AES. Murder's kind of a whole Thing in Spark. And DRDW... uh. Let's not talk about that one (sorry, half of my OCs).

Coffee or Tea while writing?

Coffee in the morning, tea in the evening.

Slow or fast writer?

All or nothing! It really depends on: 1. whether or not I have an outline (scene-level outline = words go fast) 2. my headspace (Sludge Brain day = no words. Fuck your outline)

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

I'd get eaten by a demonic chicken or some shit within like five minutes. Assuming I didn't have a horribly quick and embarrassing death, I'd like to be an alchemist or something like that. Give people those Good Plants

Most fav book cliche:

Enemies to lovers/friends, or friends to enemies, or really any big shift in relationship dynamic. Do that well and I love you and your characters forever

Least favorite cliche:

The 'if only they would talk to each other' thing - if one conversation that the characters are fully capable of having (but won't) is the only reason for the conflict, I'm out. Especially if there's no good reason for them to be avoiding the conversation. I'm not sure if this is even a cliche, but it's what I thought of :D

Favorite scene to write?

I love writing 'calm' scenes with tension just under the surface. And any scene that lets me fuck with perception/senses. Love it when a scene isn't straightforward

Reason for writing?

Lots of reasons! It's by far the thing I get the most satisfaction and enjoyment from; I get to write (and therefore read) the stories I want/need to read; free therapy supplement; I have lots of thoughts and ideas and little guys in my head and giving it all somewhere to go helps my brain be a lot quieter (it's still pretty noisy in there though, not gonna lie)

Short stories, novels, or poems?

What genre do you prefer reading?

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

What music do you listen to while writing?

Favorite books/movies?

Any current WIPs?

Create a character description of yourself:

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

Are you kill happy with your characters?

Coffee or Tea while writing?

Slow or fast writer?

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

Most fav book cliche:

Least favorite cliche:

Favorite scene to write?

Reason for writing?

#writeblr tag games #writeblr interview tag

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winterpinetrees · 4 months

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The calm before the storm (The Gap Years part 17)

June 29th 2019

The elven capital

It’s been a while since I mentioned the elves. Ryn’s having a pretty good time, but he’s knows that it can’t last. I love writing stuff about my own ocs. Free serotonin.

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Even after decades, Ryn Stormson Mercuralis is still a little surprised to receive a call from his brother. Consciously, he knows that he and his family will visit his birthplace in about two weeks. However, something in his heart can’t understand why anyone he grew up with would want to speak with a killer like him. His oldest brother, Procyon, is calling to update him on a bureaucratic mess that he’d helped to manage a few months before. One of Cyon’s mostly human descendants was expecting triplets, but ten-thousand-year-old law says that a human cannot have more than two children without explicit permission. Ryn pushed some papers around and gave them that permission, so now Cyon’s calling to say that Ryn officially has three more great (great great etc) grandnieces.

He does the math in his head. The girls are barely even related to him at this point, with dark skin and eighty-year lifespans. If they were abandoned as changelings in the other world, they’d never suspect anything at all. In less than a decade the girls will be the same age as Fen, then they’ll age past him, and probably have children of their own before his son hits puberty. What will it be like for them to live in the world he’s making? Every Voyager for the past eight thousand years has grown up knowing that their ancestors lost the technology to leave the Earth. Ryn was told that they would someday make it back out there, but doesn’t every culture have its prophesied vision of paradise? He only dreamed of being a stormson because there were no more astronauts.

He didn’t have to dream for long. Ryn really was the best of his harbor. He was smarter, more skilled, just better than anyone else they’d seen. He led his crew around the three capes at the bottom of the globe, sailed a hurricane by sixty, and when the scouts came to offer him an invitation to the Conservatory (more out of duty than hope that a Voyager would accept), he took it gladly and walked back into the storm. And it wasn’t like he really met his equals there either. He was the first Voyager to accept in decades, and there wasn’t a single noble who knew how to handle him. Who else could have breached an enemy castle in a hurricane, or fought while one of the Betrayed enforced a magical ceasefire? Only a stormson who had barely enough magic to spark a candle. Ishtar officially won their final wargame, but the two of them knew that Ryn deserved to share the crown.

Ryn doesn’t fight anymore. He is decades younger than Ishtar, but a human looking at them would assume he was at least a decade older. His lighter skin hasn’t been worn by salt and wind like his siblings, but he does have wrinkles from stress. Izzy is the voice and fists of their administration, Arjuna was the silent killer, and he’s the brains. The greatest Voyager in living memory manages paperwork now, and by all the stars in the night sky, there is a lot of paperwork.

The problem is a matter of simple physics. You don’t need to be a Voyager to know that objects at rest stay at rest, and the elven world has spent four thousand years- forty generations, eight elven lifetimes- utterly stagnant. Lazarus Sondaica led an uprising and to unify the elven realm and no one’s done anything since. The nobility dream of bringing the human realm into that union like Voyagers dream of space: it’s at the foundation of everything, but also a lot of work to get started. Ishtar says that it’s a good thing that plagues have such natural momentum. Once they unleash it, there won’t be any other choices but to keep moving. The mortality rate is so high though. The Black Death in the human world led to the Renaissance, but their world is so much larger and more fragile now. Elvenkind retreated from space because their society started to collapse under it’s own weight. What if his actions drag another civilization back down to Earth?

That’s all so far away though. Ryn remembers the first time he found himself facing the worst storms in the world. There’s a moment when the sky is black with rain and the boat crashes over mountains of water where nothing is real but salt water and rope and the cold. It’s not like combat at all. Sailing the southern ocean is a matter of skill over hours and miserable days. Bureaucracy from the top of the world is about the same, just drier. He is first mate and Izzy is his captain, but no amount of experience will make the seas themselves any calmer. He’s just has to ride it out. As a spark, Ryn is more enduring than most. He hasn’t properly taken a day off since the coup, and he won’t until Moon Landing Day in another two weeks. His children have been spending a lot of time with their friends.

Ryn accepts a cup of coffee and a stack of papers from his seneschal and walks out of his room. Marin Sondaica is still at large. He’s somewhere in Las Vegas with his betrothed, but she knows the city well enough that they can’t stage a raid without revealing magic to the human world. There’s simply too many humans around to charm their memories away. It’s infuriating to know their location and have nothing holding his forces back but their own rules.

Several days ago, staff at the virus lab in the Nevada desert reported a mangled pressurized door and footprints in the sand. An alarm caught the broken seal quickly enough to salvage some of the samples, but there’s really only two elves within a hundred miles of the site good enough at illusions to slip in and out without noticing. And of course, there were more than two sets of footprints in the dirt. There were five. Ryn remembers human sailing crews and NASA missions and helping humans escape north along the Underground Railroad. They’d have caught the heir a long time ago if not for his servants.

As evidence for this, the other missing heir, Kova Marolak, was finally arrested a few days before. It ended in a shootout that burned several acres of Russian steppe, but eventually a squadron brought her down. The girl has spent the past forty-eight hours howling curses at her treacherous aunt, who honestly deserves all of it. Devana is a die-hard Hunter, and views everything as secondary to keeping human hands away from shiny new inventions like nuclear bombs and the internet. The coup certainly wouldn’t have happened yet without her on the High Coucil, but Ryn can’t stand the woman. She’s a cutthroat killer who betrayed her entire bloodline, though he sort of did the same. All three of Ryn’s siblings are still alive though, so that’s a point on his side.

Someone let slip to the rest of the family that Kova had been captured though. Ryn can’t guess whether it was as an assurance or as a threat, but little Maven has been worked up over it and that means that Chandra is sad too. His older son and Mav have been nearly inseparable, despite all the times Ryn had spoken with Ishtar and Arjuna about the fear that one would kill the other at the Conservatory. He’s seen the two boys pretend to be wolves under the watchful, dead-eyed gaze of a Betrayed guard. His son hardly flinches at the lack of magic, but Suen and Fen have been careful to stay far away. The other prisoners have been far less friendly. It’s understandable. No new regime has ever had so many enemies in custody at once, but every genus still suffered casualties in the coup. Mav’s father, both of Zerada and Jezero’s parents, and most Sondaicas older than their gap years died in combat. The list of kills has never been this short, but he knows that is an empty thing to say. If Ishtar led a coup not two hundred and fifty years after the massacre of her own family, what’s to stop his current enemies from doing the same?

Even with their new policy (one that Gullin Eburos hates, as if that slave-trading plague doctor has any conscience at all) of training commonborn Betrayed as well as nobleborn ones, they barely have enough guards to keep their prisoners in check. Kova has been placed far too close to her old friends for his liking, but there aren’t any other options. Ryn glances out a northwest facing window as if he can see all the way to the mountains and glaciers where the heirs are being held. Ryn never had good odds of seeing his five hundredth year, even if he had chosen to live a Voyager’s life. He was raised with long-dead humans and half-elves, and expected to die young like the Voyagers of ages past. However, if Ryn wanted a glorious death, he has lived too long. He has something to hold him to the Earth now, but Marin and Zerada are still free, and the palace does not feel like home.

He hides this doubt. Ryn has three kids looking up to him. Well, more than three kids if he counts all the other children of the allied nobility, a list that includes the blond young elf approaching him. He’s not giving Councillor Amedi Kebero enough credit. They’re a full adult, a killer, a leader, and a councilor, but he sees so much of his younger self in them. They don’t look at all alike, but he recognizes the desperation that drove him time and again into the storm. Amedi greets him and pauses by the window. The city stretches into the distance outside.

“I saw your daughter this morning. I’ve been teaching her how to shoot,” they say. Ryn notices a bit of hesitation on the word daughter. He understands. The nobility care so much about blood and he certainly had nothing to do with her prodigious magical talent.

“I’ve heard!” he replies, maybe a bit too enthusiastically. “She’s always loved that sort of thing. Arjuna had to start training her after she kept stealing his throwing knives”.

They laugh for a moment. “I don’t know how you handle children. I mean, Suen and Hierax were on the roof a few days ago? I could hardly manage those three humans outside Vya…”

That’s true. Gens Tiercel specializes in flight magic as well as speed, and Suen did convince her friend to bring them onto the roof. They had to get the boy’s father to fly them both down.

“Children aren’t actually much like humans,” he explains. “Children are wiser, and harder to convince. Speaking of, have you managed to get any sleep? Or are you still trying to fix that spell?” He guesses the latter. The dark circles under their eyes match his.

“Some. The spell isn’t something I can fix without meeting her again. I’m just maintaining the connection and hoping for luck”.

Their tracking spell isn’t all broken. It does just enough to keep the High Council in the loop about Marin’s movements… and keep Amedi up at all hours trying to get a connection. There’s no shame in being worse at mental magic than a Genus Adust prodigy, but, well, they chose Amedi for the council because of their focus.

“We’ll catch them soon enough, Amedi. I’m sure Esther has been trying to get you to rest, too”. Amedi has a wiry frame that makes them look even younger than they are. Mentioning their seneschal always gets quite the reaction. Possibly too large of a reaction.

“She has, but I have so much to do! You remember the war games. It’s not over until you’ve captured all of your opponents, even if they seem powerless”. Every noble with a vambrace carries the same memories and the same trauma. They all remember some underdog enemy from a conquered Army coming back to cause trouble when the game was almost done. It could end the reign of a student who couldn’t keep an eye on the details.

“Those late-game wildcards are actually encouraged by the Conservatory staff,” Ryn replies. Amedi cocks their head a bit to the side. “It’s part of the culture, so they pick a lone wolf with potential and support them. That sort of comeback rarely happens on its own”.

“For real? It’s rigged?”

“You haven’t looked at the records from your class yet, have you?” he asks, then hesitates. Amedi won their fourth year and did exceptionally well in all of the others. This isn’t just a shock, it could be heard as an insult. “You won by your own fitness, of course, but I think there’s some details you’d like to see”.

Amedi twists their vambrace and gives him a daring look. “Alright. Show me”.

The nobility claim that all of this is natural, but he’s seen their systems from the outside. Amedi killed another student during their Midnight Trial, but he knows that right of passage took generations to properly introduce. After all, survival of the fittest means fittest in a given environment. This environment, with Lazarus’s genera and the coups and the dead kids, is about as representative of “untouched nature” as a golf course. It was made, and it can be remade, but who among the powerful wants to admit that it’s all a lie? The High Council is made of four who do. They are a Voyager turned councilor, the too-strong survivor of a coup who reclaimed the throne herself, a gifted scientist born to the high nobility, and a traitor to her bloodline who truly sees the big picture. Perhaps Amedi will be their fifth. They’ll have to convince everyone eventually. He tells the young councillor that they have time to waste. He also tells his children that they have nothing to worry about anymore. He lies to them both.

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Welcome back to “Book” 1. I have finally worked out what the next bit of plot is supposed to be. Insert that “I’ve connected the dots” meme here.

An elven week is nine days and the current elf year is 4121.

The triplets are named Mary, Dorothy, and Katherine after three NASA mathematicians and engineers from the 1960s. (They’re the women from Hidden Figures.)

Elves, especially nobles, almost never have multiple children at once. Twins are very rare, but Emer and Cai Sondaica were ones. Triplets are an exclusively human thing.

#by me #my oc stuff #the gap years #writing that *is*#ryn stormson #amedi kebero

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arandombiped · 6 months

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Intro post

I am Ryn, and I go by they/he (I default to masculine terms like bro or dude)

Ask box is open for suggestions, requests, and general chaos but keep the chaos wholesome!!

no DNI, just don’t be a jerk and we’re chill

tone indicators are appreciated

This is my main blog, for my writing blog hit up @rynwrites

I stand with Palestine 🇵🇸

Be kind and stay cool Animations -> #animation

Art I make -> #my art

Doodles and sketches -> #doodle

random chatter -> #random

videos -> #vid

serious/heavier topics -> #serious

bedtime update -> #bedtime update

Link to my YouTube:

#pinned post #i talk about toh a lot #also mcyt #this blog is just for my hyperfixations #they can play house here

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addrianastarflower-og · 11 months

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About this blog!

Hi all! I'm Addri (you can find my main with fandoms at @addrianastarflower) and I use she/her pronouns.

I'm currently in the middle of writing several books so this is the blog I use to record little thoughts about them.

For snippets of the various series, check out my discord server HERE!

Please feel free to ask me any questions your heart desires about these characters! All tagged characters are listed below.

Tags:

Tags are organized in this order: 1. seires 2. book updates or not 3. oc ramblings or not 4. mc or sc (main character or side character) : character name 5. any additional commentary

#the fae - this tag is for anything related to the fae series

#four seconds - this tag is for anything related to the book very tentatively titled Four Seconds

#book updates - this tag is for any actual updates regarding one of the books (specific book will be tagged first)

#oc ramblings - this tag is the general search for any oc related posts

#mc: Cain Eirwen - this tag is for anything related to Cain (she/her) - she is from The Fae

#mc: Ryn Kimura - this tag is for anything related to Ryn (they/them) - they are from The Fae

#mc: Nori Allard - this tag is for anything related to Nori (she/they) - they are from The Fae

#mc: Ardere - this tag is for anything related to the character tentatively named Ardere (she/her) - she is from Four Seconds

#intro post #about me #pinned intro

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autumnalwalker · 2 years

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December Book Dragon Challenge: Master Post

And thus I embark on @ren-c-leyn's #december-book-dragon-challenge.

My plan is to spotlight a different writer each day. First up, @fearofahumanplanet.

I'll be updating this post with links to posts as I go.

Current planned schedule (if anyone would like to be taken off the list, please let me know):

1 @fearofahumanplanet: 1, 2, 3 2 @1legitconnor: 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 3 @memento-morri-writes: 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 4 @somealienquill: 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21 5 @ceph-the-writing-spook: 22, 23, 24, 25 6 @aquadestinyswriting: 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31 7 @nikkywrites: 32, 33, 34, 35

8 @theimperiumchronicles: 36, 37, 38 9 @affectionatemeconopsis: 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45 10 @ghost-town-story: 46, 47, 48, 49 11 @catharticallysarcastic: 50, 51 12 @on-noon: 52, 53, 54 13 @talesofsorrowandofruin: 55, 56 14 @blind-the-winds: 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65

15 @tc-doherty: 66, 67, 68 16 @wildswrites: 69, 70 17 @writingpotato07: 71, 72, 73, 74 18 @lockejhaven: 75, 76, 77, 78 19 @ryns-ramblings: 79, 80 20 @dontjudgemeimawriter: 81, 82 21 @ren-c-leyn: 83, 84

(It turns out that embedding 40+ links breaks tumblr's numbered list format and prevents you from saving a post, due to surpassing the 4096-characters-per-block limit, hence the weird formatting above.)

And also, links to easily finding my stuff for anyone who wants to reblog it for this challenge. (This part was originally a reblog, but now I'm editing it in because it turns out edits don't show up in reblogs and I wanted both this and the above list pinned at the same time.)

The Archivist's Journal:

My main WIP. A slice-of-life story about waking up on a fantasy tropical island being told over the course of a year in the form of daily journal updates. Mostly fairly chill, just living life one day at a time, but with some occasional angst, social anxiety, and supernatural spookiness.

I do all my posting on my side blog @thearchivistsjournal. Or if you want to read from the beginning, here's the chronological posting.

At the time of this reblog, that story is at 169 days (170 will be up in a few hours) and a bit over 151,000 words (and counting).

Empty Names:

My attempt to get practice with more traditional prose writing. An urban fantasy story in which a world-hopping adventurer attempts to set up a sword-and-sorcery style adventurer's guild in a modern world where "adventurer" isn't considered a legitimate profession. Has what I suppose one might call "genre-typical violence" with fighting monsters and such.

Here's the masterpost for it. I'm trying to do a weekly update schedule, but we'll see how long I can actually keep that up.

Miscellaneous other writing:

Every now and then I'll post small (couple hundred words at most) pieces based on various interesting dreams that I've had. Being based on dreams, the content is a mixed bag and there's no real regular posting schedule for it. Those are tagged under #my dreams.

#december-book-dragon-challenge #others' writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr

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neopronouns-in-action · 2 years

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You can feel free to reblog this at any time. If you see this on your dashboard from a reblog chain, click this link to the original post to see the most updated version! :)

This post is also saved to the web archive every time I add a new story! Click here to see the archive calendar!

Every time this post is updated with the newest short story, the URL is saved to the web archive, which also re-saves all of the short stories linked here! Please consider donating to the web archive if you've got any spare change!

Posts that are not neopronoun short stories will be deleted after a few days to keep this blog organized. (This does not include the original post for the trans progress flag, but it will include reblogs.)

Most of what I post will be long posts, without using read-mores because they can break and delete everything that was below them, so make sure you filter the tags "long post" and "very long post" if you aren't yet!

All of the short stories written by me are public domain! Please feel free to use them as writing prompts! Fuck capitalism! Have fun!

The list of all neopronouns used so far, (143)

Neopronoun short stories written so far, in chronological order:

ze/hir (The Mirrored Dream)

ve/vir (A Different Perspective)

card/cards (Werewolves)

it/its (The Interworld Growing Club)

ae/aer (Reclamation)

lu/luna (I Fucking Hate Athiktomisics)

de/dim (Creature of Kindness)

zey/zem, X/Xself, and ne/rix (The Chain of Command)

sy/rup (Inconvenience)

mae/mer (Thunderstorm in the Apocalypse) +

te/ter (The First Decision)

ith/kir (Rueful Snowstorm)

kit/kitten (Isn't That Confusing? Not Really)

ivy/ivys (Dream Call)

cy/cyb (Indispensable)

aix/arix (Birdwatching, Plantwatching)

deq/dir (Convenient Distractions from Awkward Conversations)

ae/ryn (Vacations and Kidnappings)

ze/zem (Preparations for Change)

ni/nir (The Voyage to Arcturus part 1)

izi/av (Alterhuman Advancements: November 2122)

ky/shal (Tutorial Sword)

shey/shem (The Wild Dragon)

an/droid (The Universe Likes You)

che/chim, xi/xir, thi/hil (Race to the Top)

xe/xim, ze/zim, li/lia (The Great Machine)

neo/neos (Crash Landing on Earth)

ne/rix (You Learn Something New Everyday)

heart/hearts ("Blurry Shape at Corner of Eye")

clo/loc, ri/riv (Boundaries are Made to be Respected, a short, touch-averse Horror story)

vey/vem (Alterhuman Advancements: December 2122)

su/uvu (Real Heroes Kill Cops)

xiy/rik (Customer Service)

hea/ler (Executive Execution)

fe/ir (A Friendly Encounter in the Woods)

they/them (Into Thin Air)

ve/vei (Don't Stop to Pay)

ivo/na (Kill the Hand That Threatens You)

sie/sir (You Are What Eats You)

meh/uto (Interspecies Solidarity)

an/dro (Opportunistic Hunting)

xe/xir (Character Creation)

li/lia (When in Doubt, Leave Gifts)

fae/faer (Mutiny or Malfunction)

rhe/rhek (Viva La Revolution)

hero/heros (046)

ama/ranth, ki/kir, fir/nix (The Perfect Creation)

mie/mym, vi/vir (The First Sign)

nae/nym (An Inconvenient Haunting)

ghoul/ghouls (A Wasted chance)

051: de/ad (Neither Nor) 052: ser/sera (The New Bridge) 053: pearl/pearls (The Cycle of Lives) 054: qua/tre (Emigrare) 055: joker/jokers (Universal Translator Mistranslation) 056: cat/cats (Thrown for a Loop) 057: hy/hym (Back to a New Beginning) 058: ay/li (The Proper Reaction) 059: bek/birk, vel/virl, (Raining Birds and Foxes) 060: ze/zer (Perfectly Normal) 061: ne/nim (Every Moment, and the One That Came Before) 062: da/dar (Flatland Warriors: Ponder the Meaning of the Words, or, The Breaking Point) 063: ne/nim (Not In The Loop) 064: he'er/him'mer (Living Smoke) 065: wy/vyr (A Glimpse Back in Time) 066: skull/skulls (Dirt Nap) 067 shy/hyr (The Arrest of Arsène Lupin) 068 et/eil (Game Changer) 069 zo/zol (First Day of School) 070 drae/drem (The Overcoat of Arsène Lupin) 071 rhe/rhem (Rhayn's Descent) 072 sun/suns, lae/laer (A Rumor Grows Like Weed) 073 ero/ilas, hea/ler, ido/eis, zal/az, ae/ryn, sia/lia (With a Smile) 074 zig/zag, that one/that one's, ae/aeth (The Hitchhiker) 075 shade/shades, alternating she/her and he/him (The Crystal Connection) 076 fin/fins, ai/ain (The Port Freehaven Mermaids) 077 rat/rats (Jenny Every...Who?) 078 kal/vir (Guardian Star) 079 rhi/rhim (The Theft of the Synphirim) 080 zim/zur (Knowing When to Run) 081: zim/zur (The Well of the Depths) 082: xal/xalv, nova/novas, they/them (Mickey Mouse in Out of the Dreadful Depths) 083: grey/greys/greyself (Alterhuman Advancements April 2124) 084: she/shim, faal/fala, zae/zaen, dae/daes (The Griffon's Curse) 085 za (Stereotypical Amnesia) 086: av/afo, en/eta (The Endless River) 087: cel/cele (Out of the Kitchen and into the...) 088: kui/kuip, dae/daem (What Kind of Teenager Doesn't Want Money?) 089: asp/asps, aster/asters, (Nip it in the Bud) 090: xet/xev, (Gaining A New Perspective)

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Audiobook versions so far:

Done: 3/62 (1-2 and 062)

"https://archive.org/details/neopronouns-in-action/Neopronouns+in+Action+001+01.mp3"

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You are 100% encouraged to download and save these stories to your device if you enjoy them! Once I have written 101, I'll compile mine into a physical book you can buy, as well as a free/pay what you want epub/PDF/ect for unlimited downloading and sharing :)

You can also submit your own neopronoun short stories! You will retain all rights to them, and I actually encourage you to post them on your own blog, then @ me on my main, @rjalker so I get the notification, and I'll reblog them here :)

Edit: You can submit stories with any neopronouns, even if I've already used them! I'm trying to use as many as possible, so I'm trying not to repeat them, but you are allowed to use any you want!

Update December 23rd 2023: alright, you can submit fanfiction that uses neopronouns to this blog as long as you aren't changing the pronouns of character who canonically use other neopronouns, and aren't shipping anything harmful.

Please feel free to send in requests for neopronouns for me to write for! You can pick multiple, just specify if you want them to be for more than one character, or one character with multiple sets. (Yes, you can also have multiple characters all using the same pronouns).

Here's a link to a survey if you want to suggest / request anything for the stories, it'll be open until all 101 stories are written and published :)

Please also feel free to submit writing prompts through asks!

Please let me know if there's any neopronouns or combos you want to see!!!

neopronouns requested I still have to do (please let me know if you find the old posts with requests so I can put them here so they're easy to find)

ast/aster/asters/asteroid/asteroth

moon/moons/moonself

#pinned post #neopronoun writing prompts #neopronouns #neopronouns in action #writing prompts #short stories

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