#tag I'm it

[lordgrimwing]

Six Sentences

Tagged by @thescrapwitch and I actually have something to share at last. The last 6 sentences I wrote on a wip:

Glorfindel extinguished the lamp and climbed into bed. He stared at the other occupant for the span of two long heart beats. For a moment, Erestor thought he might lean over and kiss him, and the thought brought a little warm spark to his belly, but then Glorfindel turned on his side, facing away from him.  That was what usually happened when they shared a bed. Which was fine. Erestor could content himself with sleeping next to the comfortably warm elf. And if sometimes he drew closer in his sleep and woke up with their limbs tangled together… unless Glorfindel said something about it, he wouldn’t make himself stop.

Hehe. For a little thing I hope to post this weekend.

tagging @runawaymun, @curufiin, @aroace-moron, @nighttimepatrons, and @wordsandothernonsense. If you don't write, how about the last 6(ish) lines on some art, or stitches on a project, etc etc! No pressure of course.

[thechaoscryptid]

WIP Snippets

Thanks @yourinsomnea for the tag!! I've definitely shared part of this I think here at some point but! As I am now actively working on the fic again, here it comes once more 😌 (with added words)

Neil Josten, who exists as a bandage-swaddled lie, has not yet learned that "I hate you" is acquiescence: belly-up vulnerability delivered straight into uncomprehending palms. Neil doesn't understand because they are not the same. Andrew does not allow his desperation to seep out of every pore—he is not a blue-eyed fool. Moreover, Neil would not know vulnerable even if Andrew beat the idea into him.

He cannot—will never—explain the significance to Neil, and so he says I hate you, because he refuses to allow Neil a foothold.

I hate you, he says, because it is easier to keep people alive when they don't matter.

I hate you, he says, because he has never quite known how to like without loathing.

I hate you, he says, because lying is easier than admitting he might—at some nebulous future point he feels coming like a freight train—want to allow Neil to see the craven creature he keeps locked deep behind his ribs.

Because though Andrew will not—

(Andrew does not allow himself to name it, because want is a prelude to please, and if he never pleads again it will be far too soon.)

—Neil, he still has to grapple with the fact that something stronger than apathy rears its ugly head when he sees Neil struggling to maintain his facade.

The wind is cold here on the rooftop. He has never quite grown comfortable with the idea of sixty empty feet between his sanctuary and the concrete, but the simple truth is this: the weight of that void is easier to bear than the weight of the Foxes' frantic attempts to make everything fine again.

He is angry.

He is always angry. It is in every part of him, sunk so deeply that he cannot fathom a life not defined by its keen edge. It is the best—the most necessary—gift that his mother gave him: a survivor's soul.

(And if he wishes it were different, if—in the dead of night when no one is watching and he does not have to be the monster for a few precious seconds—he wishes that he'd grown up in a yard with a picket fence and a dog and a brother beside him…

But he doesn't wish that, because if he names it want, then he opens himself to all that comes with it.)

He is angry, and he snaps at Nicky about it when his cousin comes up to tell him that Neil is asking for him.

"Don't shoot the messenger," Nicky says, hands up and eyes wide as they flick from Andrew's hands to his sheaths to his face. He jerks a thumb toward the access door. "He was gonna come himself, but he tried running earlier, and—"

"Shut up," Andrew says. He knows Neil went for a run, because he watched Neil stumble back into the dorm and proceeded to spend the next thirty minutes debating the cost-benefit analysis of simply breaking a liar's neck and saving them both the effort of fighting about it. "Neil is an idiot."

"Oh, we already let him know." Nicky's smile infects his voice. Andrew's lip curls in disgust as Nicky continues. "You should proooobably get down there. He said it was about Kevin. The—" Nicky waggles his fingers "—deal. Whatever you've got going on."

Andrew does not say that it had better be the best apology he's ever received, because even if it was, Neil's groveling will not erase the fact that he broke his word. Still, he flicks his cigarette into the sixty-foot nothing and steels himself to stare Neil in the face and hear the excuses he's already decided to take.

Tagging (no pressure): @sitboi , @joeys-piano , @sakuradeservedbetter91 , @narastories , and anyone else who wants to play!

[vampysquid]

Tagged by the ever wonderful @sometimessmagical, it's...

MUSIC SHUFFLE GAME:

Rules: Put your on repeat playlist on shuffle and share the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people.

I'm using my entire mp3 library of 54884 songs, because why not?

"Escaping the Goat" by the punk band One-Inch Punch

How's that for a mix of link sources? Hopefully this is somehow usable.

Anyway, as usual, I tag... Anyone and everyone who wants to play along!

[avidbeader]

Tagged by @ursae-minoris-world: Share the last 6 sentences that you wrote + tag 6 friends

This is from the next installment of my Shiro's Marrying Fics series, inspired by entries from the Twitter account. Provided I finish in time, it'll be posted on December 14.

It's also seven sentences because context.

Keith was only holding it together because both Pidge and Blade Virlun had insisted that this was the last group of well-wishers and it would all be over soon. Pidge might have fudged the truth to make sure he would stick it out, but Virlun would not lie to his commanding officer. 

His nose was overwhelmed with the scents of so many different flowers, some of which had stenches that turned his stomach. He had a pounding headache from the constant noise around him, chatter among the guests and ushers in a multitude of languages. The only thing keeping him in place, offering the tiniest smiles so they wouldn’t turn into grimaces and responding to every guest, was the promise of a varga alone with Shiro, his mother, and Sam. The time was officially set up as a lesson, with Sam and Krolia as the grooms’ elders dispensing their wisdom before the couple said their vows. In fact, Krolia had assured them that it would be a time of quiet meditation, giving Keith and Shiro a chance to recover before the ceremony took place.

Tagging @tragedy-machine @froldgapp @naarna @prosaicwonder @eghfeithrean @latart

[crazy-grrrl-on-the-computer]

WIP Word Game

Rules: you will be given a word. then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

Tagged by: I recently saw this in the Wings of Fire tag and decided to give it a go.

My word: cure

I'm just gonna jump around my WIPs until I find something I like. I'll write the letter first, then the title/fandom of the WIP the excerpt belongs to.

C - Mind What I Said, 2012 Avengers/Supernatural

Cold. The faintly incomprehensible sound of unfamiliar voices drifts through the haze, scratching unpleasantly at the corners of my mind. It’s cold. A chilling dampness seeps into the cracks of my existence and the stench of wet cardboard tinged with metal stings my nose. The surface beneath me hardens with each eon that passes, but my body is too heavy to consider moving and for a moment a comforting thought arises from somewhere deep within my subconscious. Ah. I’m dead, so no one will notice if I don’t get up. But that can’t be right. It’s not safe here. After a few tries, my eyes finally open and the room that steadily comes into view . . . is missing.

U - Strategy and A Sword, Prodigy Math Game

Usually she’d be saying not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but something about this felt too good to be true. It had to be. “Let’s hurry to the Academy and teach the Puppet Master a lesson!” Double ugh. The charm of the little fairy’s enthusiasm had since graduated to pestering every time she so much as thought about the Island Map. She heaved a sigh as her fingers curled around the Academy Amulet. “Put an old sock in it, Noot.” She had 46 of them now.

R - Stay Cool (It's Just A Kiss), Boueibu

Ryuu wished it could be that simple, that he could feel so secure and confident that everything would be okay, but the way it was so easy for even Yufuin-senpai and Kinugawa-senpai to pick petty fights with each other over nothing even if it was the influence of a monster was not reassuring. It had been that easy for Io to consider leaving him too and Io didn’t even have that excuse. But perhaps the worst realization of all was that the strength of their bond had been so great they’d been able to overcome the monster’s spell before the Love Shower… and yet Ryuu stood there feeling unchanged. Sure, he accepted and understood Io’s faults just as Io accepted and understood his, but it was hard not to wonder if this was a sign that maybe the breakdown of his own relationships was inevitable after all. “I’m gonna walk Komi home,” he decided. “I’ll meet up with you guys after.”

E - The Darkest Nights, Boueibu

Every evening for as long as they had been together, Goura always prepared dinner.

Your word (should you choose to accept it): heart

Tagging: @auniverseforgotten , @darth-salem-emperor-of-earth , @thatlittledandere , @koolkitty9 , @spacefinch , @fortune-maiden , @zenzenzence , @shadowmellow , @floweryuu , @nardaviel

As always, there’s no pressure to share and if I missed someone who wants to be included feel free to consider yourself also tagged~ <3

[krirebr]

This or That Tag Game

I was tagged by the great @stargazingfangirl18 💜

Coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | egyptian mythology or greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris | vincent van gogh or claude monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party

No pressure tags: @ronearoundblindly @foxgloveprincess @navybrat817 @brandycranby @intrepidacious @paperweight91

[emuzeek]

what's in my bag?

tagged by @sora-iro (thank you, this was fun!!)

It's missing some pharmacy-esque things I carry but otherwise pretty well-rounded. I'll tag @snoweylily @deniedmagerights and @arsuf, feel free not to do it if you don't want to though!

[paintedwithaknife]

WiP TAG GAME

Thanks to @slippy-slip for tagging me in this. I don't have any other Tumblr friends, so the party stops here for me... maybe. Anyway, here are some excerpts from the fic I am co-writing with the aforementioned. My word was lost. I wish you all a beautiful midnight:

Little rivulets cut pathways through the spaces between his ribs, it leaves a soft sheen across the still reddened skin of Eddie’s scars.

Okay then, I’ll just have to build a time machine, Eddie thinks. Should be totally easy. Absolutely.

Steve throws the door open, leaving the keys in the ignition and the car still running as he slips and slides his way through the wet grass toward the porch.

The thought sends a shiver through Eddie, his body giving a tired attempt at perking up again far, far too soon at the mere idea. If he was a wiser man, Eddie might examine why that thought turns him on so much, but right now he is neither wise nor does he care.

And fuck it... @slippy-slip your new word is spun.

[lumiolivier]

Two Truths and a Lie Tag!

Because @pyreneese tagged me in this a hundred years ago, it's about time I throw mine in the ring, yeah? Yeah. Alright! Let's go!

[brunnismemorybank]

Thanks for the tag @the-radiant-aeryn-sun ! I'm putting it on main instead of weirdpsychoticlife because it looks like it's supposed to be a multi-fandom thing (even if I could fill a list of beloved characters from Farscape alone!).

Tagging @b2em-ho @amaranthhiding @squaunch @missjackil @montanabohemian @tampire @coraniaid

[magiccatprincess]

Last line tag game!

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

I got tagged by @thatlittledandere thank you!

I actually just posed the update, but the last line I wrote is:

That was okay though, he was getting more comfortable with this new normal each day.

Tagging: @koolkitty9, @unfortunatelycake, @mostlikelytofangirl and @fedethemace

[lordgrimwing]

Word Find WIP Meme

Tagged by @thescrapwitch, which I am very thankful for because this looks fun, but also I am becoming suspicious that you're just trying to get more peeks at the Old Gods WIP since it's taking so long. (but of course, who wouldn't when I write like a snail?)

The rules: I've been assigned four words to find in my WIPs, and I assign four new words for anyone I tag.

I'm looking for music, shadow, flower, and sword. (none of them are in my OG wip, so I must go further afield)

Music

[I kid you not, I can't fin this in any WIP]

Shadow

“Look, just come up and we’ll work this out. I’ll pull you out if I have to but I won’t be inclined to deal with you kindly if you make me do that.” He glared down into the depths. If the unwelcome visitor was an elf, they should be able to see his expression just fine and he wanted them to know he was serious. A moment passed, then, “You might have to,” whispered softly up to him. “What?” He squinted into the black hole. More sliding and shuffling, and now he could see something moving below him. “I fell,” the shadow said hesitantly. “I can’t get up.”

Flower

“Do you have a bathing room?” Erestor asked over Elrond’s shoulder. They had to walk in single file, the hall was so narrow. The girl looked over her shoulder. “Not so much a room, but we’ve a bath near the stable. The water’s pumped up from a hot spring. No extra fee to use it, but for just half a copper, my father can wash and style your hair. Or cut, if you want,” she added as an afterthought, looking at Elrond. “We have flower oils from the east that none of the salons around here have.”  “Thanks for letting us know,” Elrond said before Erestor could bluntly reject the sales pitch.

Sword

The orcs scatter as Glorfindel turns Asfaloth about for another pass. Black blood streaks his sword and the stallion’s hide. There is red blood, too, streaming down Asfaloth’s right foreleg from a gash on his chest.

Enjoy the smattering of random WIPs.

I shall tag @hellofeanor, @runawaymun, @tethysresort, and @littleoldrachel (always an open invite to anyone else, too)

Look for the words Horse, Oil, Shuffle, and Black.

[thechaoscryptid]

Fic Author Self Rec

Thank you @joeys-piano for tagging me to post 5 of my own fics I'm proud of!

I haven't written much this year, as most of my energy has been taken up with project management and original work, but I definitely have some favorites from years past ❤️

Tagging: if you see this, you're it and free to say I tagged you 🫡

and our walls fall like jericho (12k, Vashwood, explicit): Loved, loved, loved working on this piece. I enjoy messy Vashwood so much, and it was such a joy to write some for Vashwood Bang. Contains some of my favorite writing of ever.

i've looked for love in every stranger (7.2k, Sylvix, explicit): Bipolar Sylvain in a downward spiral, my love. This piece hit close to home and I love how it came together.

in the morning i'll be with you (4.8k, Odazai, explicit): My ass is NOT beating the "wow you really do write only messy stuff" allegations. Do you like sick Dazai? Oda who can't say he loves Dazai out loud but definitely tries his hardest to show it? You may enjoy this one.

Divinity (11.7k, MatchaBlossom, explicit): Healing Kaoru! Kojiro loving his best friend! Mirror sex! First times!

Yours, Mine, Ours (1.4k, RaiSaku, teen): A wee ficlet that flies through the first few years of their relationship that, despite being small, I really really do reread and think about a lot.

[devitalise]

music tag

🎶✨ When you get this, you have to write down 5 songs you actually listen to and post them. Then send this (ask or tag) to 10 cool ppl✨🎶

speed drive by charli xcx

phenomenal by janelle monae

bitch bites dog by cecile believe

disguise by amaarae

funky thang by shay lia

thanks for tagging me @yekkiz and @pleuro xx

tagging @vampiremilfs @gnael @djservo @thetrashisout @softerhaze @sojutrait

[avidbeader]

Fic Writer Q&A

Tagged by @eghfeithrean!

How many wips do you have currently?

At least 20, between works begun and posted on AO3 and works with their own file/outline. There's also the doc of "idea nuggets" that is 11 pages long.

Which one are you finding the hardest to finish?

There are two. The first is "The Perils of Innocence", my giant HP story. It's a problem because I lost a lot of genuine motivation when I dropped the series after the trash fire of the sixth book (spite can be powerful, but it only gets you so far). That was the point where I dropped the idea of making it a four-part series covering all seven years and decided I'd wrap up the story in first year. And then JKR started showing what a shit person she is, and that's ground what motivation I did have into specks. I do intend to finish it, but it's been VERY slow going, especially when newer and shinier fandoms took over. The second is "Skydancer", the sequel to my first Voltron longfic "Scattered". Part of the problem with it was me realizing I was repeating the same basic plot I had for "The Quintissential Bond" (another stalled WIP) and taking a lot of time to make sure that they were different enough that someone reading both would enjoy them. But the main sticking point here is that when I wrote most of "Scattered" and planned for "Skydancer", I was still lightly multishipping a few ships and sprinkling them into what was a gen story. Then I became a devoted Sheith shipper. So now, it's hard to go back into that universe, where I created a past with Shiro's family fostering Keith to explain their closeness in S1-2, and try to write them being very close and protective of each other without tripping over the line into the romance I see in them.

What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?

A phrase that is either a title or a suggestion for a scene. A what-if that diverges from canon. Something I see in another fic that doesn't get explored and I want to explore it. A meet-cute I witness in real life. A discussion with other fans. It can be anything. And I concentrate on it, mentally outlining or adding detail until I'm where I can jot down notes. The best ones are the ones that have my guts twisting and quivering with excitement as I think and write.

Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?

Music isn't really part of my process at all. I can write in silence, ask Pandora to play one of my stations, or whatever. I do have a little playlist of Sheith that I put together several years ago when I realized I had several songs that meant Sheith to me. https://8tracks.com/avidbeader/my-sheith-songs

Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organized?

I am haphazardly organized. When I have the ideas developed, I outline and sometimes have scenes summarized as paragraphs, ready to be extended into the final product. But I can also find rabbits to chase down holes and write in spurts of inspiration, suddenly finding a chapter or story where I hadn't planned on one.

Tagging (if you haven’t done it yet): @lionescence @naarna @starboykeith @tragedy-machine and whoever else would like to join!

[crazy-grrrl-on-the-computer]

WIP Word Game

Rules: you will be given a word. then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

Tagged by: @auniverseforgotten

My word: friendship

Cure, heart, friendship... we're very on brand here. See if you can guess the word that comes next before reading to the end~ uwu <3

I was going to jump between WIPs again just like last time, but I've come to terms with the fact that my Prodigy fic, Strategy and A Sword, is the only one my brain has been actively working on in spite of my best efforts.

F

For a while, she had let herself believe that it was her fault for taking breaks between floors. If she had just pushed through instead of stopping halfway… If she had rescued Florian…

R

“Rewards?” Gale suddenly seemed overcome with concern. “Is something wrong?” Most of it was junk trinkets or the same currency she got everywhere else on the island.

I

It wasn’t like her pets never told her when they were ready to evolve, but a mandatory transaction like this? Did they think Magicoin grew on Lumin Trees? What was a magical creature going to do with that?! She didn’t even know they understood what an economy was!

E

Even more confusing was that letter Gale had sent inviting her back to the Academy through a portal that Pippet mysteriously knew how to open. Noot had checked the portal first to make sure it was safe, but Gale never even acknowledged Pippet coming through just before they got there. And his apologies – insisting that everything was his fault – they had always seemed out of place to her like he wanted to confess to something he couldn’t talk about.

N

Noot was already charging head first into another battle, so he clearly had no interest in considering what changing pet behaviors might mean for the state of the island’s ecosystems. Ironic, given some of their math drills where he had her analyzing elephant populations.

D

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Gale,” Noot reassured him softly. “One day we’ll finally defeat the Puppet Master and everything can go back to normal again!”

S

Sometimes it felt like she and her peers were living in completely different timelines. Too many details weren’t adding up and no one else seemed to be asking the right questions, so finally she retreated here to the seemingly endless maze of the Archives to sift through partially completed history books and math lessons.

H

“Hey, what is all this?!” Luna asked loudly, emerging from the Archives with yet another stack of books for her room. Whoever rigged that roulette wheel was determined to make her eat her words.

I

“I’m counting on you,” Gale said in his usual awkwardly drawn out cadence, like every word was a battle against some unseen anxiety. When he smiled, something remained trapped behind his eyes screaming to be let out. “I know, Gale.”

P

Puppet Master and Pippet were running this scam all over the island, convincing every wizard in town that they were the one true prodigy of the Academy because their quest for knowledge was so much more noble than anyone else’s. Well, the Puppet Master had been right about one thing: a thirst for knowledge and a healthy skepticism of popular rhetoric really were the best method to avoid falling for an illusion.

Your word: magic

Tagging: @auniverseforgotten , @darth-salem-emperor-of-earth

As always, there’s no pressure to share and if I missed someone who wants to be included feel free to consider yourself also tagged~ <3