#twtr snippets

[mjjune]

Find Lines Tag Game

thanks so much to @jezifster for this game!! i love this concept

rules: find a line in your wip (dialogue or not) that fits the parameters given by the person who tagged you. then change one of the parameters and tag people.

tagging: @isabellebissonrouthier @duskforged @bebewrites and anyone who wants to!

your lines: all of them are the same except #1 changes to "About Moonlight/Sunlight"

see mine below! all of these are from twtr <3

1. About Light

When he lifts his head from his hands, opens his eyes, he feels more grounded. Sunlight trickles in through the curtains, so there is little point in going back to sleep. There is something he must do, before the bell rings for morning prayer.

2. Is Said In Anger

They yank your head up and tear the blindfold so you can see their horrible masks—royal armor, sleek black but shining, with abyssal crescents for eyes. “What were you doing with the princess in Darscafor?” Princess? Your mind races, that red hair flashing behind your eyes. “What did you do to her?” “I saved her.”

3. Mentions Texture

He nods, and she steps forward to press into him, despite the roughness of his armor. Though her touch is light, light enough that he can barely feel it through the metal, he does feel the softness of her hair against his chin. “I’m sorry.” “It was not your fault.” His heart pounds in his chest, aching. “I would do it again.”

4. Shows Tension

The creature looks over its shoulder, and even from the distance, he feels its eyes daring into him. At first, normal eyes, but they flash sliver, as quick as a blink. But it does nothing. It doesn’t shift or approach or vanish into fog. Staring down its hunter, his poised arrow means nothing to it. Eyes bleed silver, this time holding. It is not The Wolf.

Mentions Heart/Heartbeats

The guards who let him in do not follow. They merely shut the door behind him, trapping him with them. Stepping up to the table, he kneels to bow low, heart pounding. He has passed all her tests and done everything she required to be free. He should have known it would never happen.

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[nailamoonsi]

Finally queuing up some fav snippets that I’ve already had up on Twtr (or possibly Discord) to drop here within the next few days--but with a bit of additional commentary, since I can blog here... Afterwards I’ll find a day to try an ask game or two...! 💃🏾

[mjjune]

⭐ share a snippet where a character is the best at something

💙share a snippet where a character falls out of love a little

Ok below is a one snippet from twtr, and one from avof2 !!! enjoy!

⭐ enjoy avery being casually badass as usual from twtr

They laugh, until they see The Queen emerging from the side of the training grounds. The men regain composure and straighten up, and the man with the sloppy stance nods to Avery. “There’s no way, though, really. This bow must be botched.” “It’s top-tier shadow steel imported from the north, then designed by the military’s own smith. How could it be botched?” Wallis shakes his head. Avery approaches, holding out his hand. The soldier hands it to him and he tests out the weight and examines the craftsmanship. Long, shimmering in the sunlight as it should, with the little seal from the northern markets on the lower tip, guaranteeing the steel’s grade and legality. He pulls one of the arrows from the soldier’s quiver, who steps out of the way. With his mother’s form, he pulls back, aims, and releases. The arrow whizzes through the air and pierces the target, dead center. He hands the bow back to the soldier. “It’s fine.”

💙 this is the closest thing i could think of! enjoy painful avof book 2 mild spoilers

He leans in a little closer, so she can smell his metallic yet sweet lavender scent, and whispers, “Do you want me to fix it?” Her heart skips a beat, and she meets his eyes. “I’m not Auri anymore.” Lara lets the memories wash over her from when she spent her time traveling with a very different version of Danny. In that life, they would’ve done anything for each other—run away, thieve, kill. “I would still do it.” Her chest aches, wishing she could summon the feelings she used to have. But she is a different person, and so is he. Yet he is still willing to submerge himself in violence and death to break her chains, just for the memory of what they used to have. She shakes her head, grateful that he is not touching her, for the gentleness of his hands would break her. “No, it is my fight. I will find a way out myself.”

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[mjjune]

10 First Lines tag game

Thanks to @novel-emma for the tag! But bold of you to assume I have 10 separate things I've been working on lmaooo

rules: share the first lines of the last ten things you’ve written

Tagging (optional ofc): @mjparkerwriting @regalserpent @sentfromwolves @verba-writing @vsnotresponding @writingforevren

These are all from twtr, the last 10 scenes I have edited, so naturally they are wildly out of order.

It starts with nothing.

Avery clings to the trees, skating through the branches just beneath the canopy.

Sharp cold spreads out from his gut.

The Southern Gate is blocked, barricaded with thick shadow steel.

“What did she see?”

The last time he hid in a boat on the river, he was small and huddled, praying to Su and Sen that no one on the ship would hear him shivering.

A whimper wakes him up.

Spinning, sinking, drowning.

That evening, he dealt with endless teasing. They wrapped an arm around his shoulder and dragged him to the tavern against his will and asked questions about the princess until they were too intoxicated to form coherent sentences.

The full moon glows high in the cloudy sky, and Lanagh’s market is empty.

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[mjjune]

🍇🎶

For the emoji snippet ask!

Snips under the cut!! Finally I've gotten to all my snippet asks :D

ngl, it was very hard to find a happy scene.....

these are both from twtr!

🎶 share a happy moment. ANY happy moment. You must have ONE.

His door opens, and he jumps. “A muddragon can’t sneak up on you, but I can?” Red chuckles. “I’m stealthier than I thought.” Shaking it off, he smiles. She approaches, reaching out to fix his collar for him. “You really should get a mirror. I can’t have you showing up to the ball like this.” He shakes his head, but still says nothing. Once she’s satisfied with his collar, he realizes she is not yet ready herself. Her dress is a light blue, with long sleeves and high neckline. The skirt is too poofy for his taste—as with all ballgowns—but he knows it is what is expected, and required, of her. She would rather be wearing the armor he is almost finished with, though. Every time she comes to his room, he spots her eyeing the closet where he keeps it. Though her dress is perfect, her hair is still long and down. All the highest noble women have their hair in braids for an event this fancy. Four braids on each side, tight to the scalp and leading to a braided bun in the back would be expected of her. He smirks and reaches out to her hair, and she nods. “Yes, I wanted you to do my hair. My mother wants me to wear it her way. I want it your way.”

🍇 share a snippet with food

Avery awakens in a cottage to the smell of a delicious broth. When he rises from the cot, he finds a tray on the nightstand beside him, and Riya Maya sitting in a chair nearby. “Where is she?” “Eat, you idiot.” He obeys, taking the tray from the nightstand into his lap and savoring the warmth of the soup as he swallows. Once he’s sucked down half of it, he sets the bowl down and asks again, “Where is she?” “One of our healers is tending to her. She needs to be as strong as possible for [REDACTED],” Riya Maya says. “And so do you.” Avery frowns, returning to his broth in silence.

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[mjjune]

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[mjjune]

Hello! I am interested in getting added to your twtr taglist! Is any of it available to read as of yet? Thanks!

hi yes ofc! consider yourself added <3

and i do have excerpts available! since i am trying to get published traditionally at the moment, i don't plan on sharing more than just draft excerpts for now.

twtr's intro and blurb is here!

for all twtr stuff you can see this tag: /tagged/w: twtr for twtr snippets/excerpts specifically: /tagged/twtr snippets

[mjjune]

So next month I'm going to hopefully be drafting and therefore not on tumblr as much. With the time that I do spend here...

[mjjune]

THE WOLF DOESN'T PLAY WITH ITS FOOD

He tightens his grip on his ax. “Show yourself.” Another flash of silver eyes, this time with the silhouette of long, sharp ears and snout in the fog. It is gone again before he can react. The voice laughs a low, sinister hum. He tenses, but fights his instinct to attack or run. The Wolf doesn’t play with its food. So I am not food.

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HEAVEN IS HERE / FLORENCE + THE MACHINE and i ride in my red dress / and time stretches endless with my gun in my hand / you know i always get my man THE WOLF / PHILDEL i'll leave with your head, oh, i'll leave you for dead, sire the wishes i've made are too vicious to tell WOLVES WITHOUT TEETH / OF MONSTERS & MEN you hover like a hummingbird / haunt me in my sleep i breathe what is yours / you breathe what is mine RIBS / THE CRANE WIVES the dark doesn't frighten me / i chose to close my eyes don't let them sell you any armor / all your ribs are still your own COUNTING PATHS / MATTHEW & THE ATLAS soon your touch will disappear / something that i should have come to fear no one's ever looked at me that way HELL OR HIGH WATER / THE RESCUES trees are burning, ravens fly / smoke is filling up the sky bury everything they said / never fall, never fall THRONE / SAINT MESA you hate my bad behavior / you cut my loosened tongue you play the part of savior / i watch you come undone THE HORROR & THE WILD / THE AMAZING DEVIL remember me i ask, remember me i sing / give me back my heart, you wingless thing / think of all the horrors that i promised you i'd bring LIAR / THE ARCADIAN WILD i need you to see through my act / to tell me i'm wrong, to take off the mask or else i'll be left in the lie / and i'll deceive my way straight to demise

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[mjjune]

Last line tag

Thanks for the tag @wildswrites !!

I can't give you the actual last line I wrote because spoilers, but I'll give you the last line in a scene I rewrote last week!!

Tagging (optional ofc): @awritingcaitlin @comicgoblinart @daisywords @elijahrichardwrites @jamieanovels

“Of course, Your Highness.” “I told you back then, and I still mean it,” she says, stern. When he rises, he finds a crooked smirk on her lips, and he cannot help but match it. “Call me Red.”

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[mjjune]

Heads Up 7 Up

Thanks for the tag @aether-wasteland-s <3

Tagging: @awritingcaitlin @comicgoblinart @daisywords @elijahrichardwrites @jamieanovels

This is from twtr! A tad more than 7 lines, so you're welcome

Her mother shakes her head. “He is an outsider. We cannot–” “Then knight him.” She turns to look at Avery, who’s tan skin suddenly seems much paler. “Let him do the training and be knighted.” The Queen’s eyes move between the two of them, from her daughter to the bowed head of The Woodsman. “I will discuss it with Magnus.” A glimpse of relief crashes over her, and she unbinds her fists. Magnus, the head of the elite knights who specializes in [redacted], has always been nice to her. He is more likely than most to give an outsider a chance. Still, fear that this is the last time she will see him twinges in her gut. She searches for his eyes, but his are downcast, lost against the stone floor. “But–” “I will discuss it with Magnus,” The Queen repeats, more resembling a hiss. “Now leave my sight before I deepen your punishment.”

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[mjjune]

Find The Word Tag

Thanks @awritingcaitlin!!!

My words: easy, smile, forget, strong and feel

Tagging: @jamieanovels @isabellebissonrouthier @garthcelyn @elijahrichardwrites @vacantgodling @jezifster @vsnotresponding (optional ofc!) or anyone who wants to!

Your words: remote, rock, rules, rift, righteous

Easy

Meanwhile, his new task is only slightly less difficult than tracking a shapeshifting creature. It was easy to befriend Red when she would visit him by the barracks and take walks and talk. Guarding her, having to follow her wherever she goes, and attempt to quell her shenanigans, is something else entirely.

Smile

She enters the cabin, setting her basket on the table. Grandma waits in her rocking chair, but something is different. She did not greet the little girl with a smile and an affectionate warning. She did not rise from her seat to investigate what the little girl brought in her basket this time.

Forget

“I shall speak with the woodsman.” His heart rises into his throat, but he makes sure it doesn’t show this time. The Queen’s voice summons back to a time he has done everything in his power to forget.

Strong

Tears swell and spill over, and she gasps through her cries. His hand comes down on her shoulder, small, but warm and strong.

Feel

“I’m not a little girl anymore.” “I know,” her mother says, meeting her gaze with a small smile, “and despite what you may think, I know how you feel.”

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[mjjune]

Heads Up 7 Up / 6 Sentence Sunday / Last Line Tag

I have gotten a thousand tag game tags while I was sick over the weekend so I'm combining them!!!

I was tagged by @annetilney @isabellebissonrouthier, @aether-wasteland-s, @words-after-midnight, @ceph-the-ghost-writer @cljordan-imperium, @ls-daydreams, @oh-no-another-idea, @comicgoblinart @awritingcaitlin

So I'm going to do share a few 6-7 line chunks and the last lines from a few of my favorite scenes from twtr, my red riding hood retelling <3

7 Lines / Last Line

Even at a ball, in formal, stiff attire, they are still in sync. She walks as briskly as her heels will let her to The World Table and opens the door, where she sees only two knights and her mother in the dim evening light. Her mother’s face is grim, blue eyes glowing green against the firelight. “Avi!” says a voice. It’s an older knight, hair thick and gray-white, with a large patchy birthmark over his brow. “Magnus…?” Avery whispers behind her. Gaze passing between them, she sees the fear on the knight’s face, and a dark understanding in Avery’s. “You were right,” Magnus says, looking away in shame. “A shoemaker in Lanagh was devoured. The Wolf is back.”

6 Sentences / Last Line

“Regardless,” The Queen says, “we have already lost one of our best knights to this monster. You are the only one known to have interacted with the beast and lived.” Besides your daughter. “Your task is to lead this team. Either kill the shifter, or find a way to capture it so we can study how to kill it. If it’s true that The Wolf disintegrated five years ago but has now returned, we need to know as much as possible.” Avery bows. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

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[mjjune]

Find The Word Tag Game

Tagged by @nightlylaments !!

This was actually 3 tag games but I'm just going to do my favorite lmao

My words: hate, control, silence, star, despair

(Soft) Tagging: @regalserpent @sentfromwolves @verba-writing @vsnotresponding @writingforevren

Your Words: love, loss, loud, moon, joy

These are all from twtr!

Hate

“How old are you, anyway?” “Twenty-five.” “Elasu… I knew you looked like a kid that night you appeared with the princess, but you were a kid.” Magnus shakes his head. “I hate to even show you this.”

Control

In one day, she lost all her freedom. But, she had taken advantage of that freedom, sneaking out into the dangerous forest beyond the safety of the kingdom walls. Now she is paying the price. Scaring away personal guards is the only control she has left.

Silence

The meeting comes to a halt, The Queen’s cold eyes landing first on her daughter, then on him. “What is the meaning of this, guardsman?” “His job is to monitor me, Mother,” the princess says. “Not mute me.” To that, mother and daughter face off in an intense glare, one that silences the rest of the room.

Star

Except with the dizziness running through him, the shaking of his limbs, the stars dancing in his eyes, his ax misses the heart.

Despair - nothing!

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[mjjune]

Heads Up 7 Up

Thanks for the tag @isabellebissonrouthier and @dogmomwrites !!

Tagging: @comicgoblinart @daisywords @elijahrichardwrites @jamieanovels or anyone who wants to!

this is from twtr, my red riding hood retelling <3

Yet, time passes, and there is no sign of The Wolf. Darscafor remains as it always has: a permanent, shadowy twilight, rumbling with creatures under the ground and in the canopy. And Red fires guardsmen, governesses, ladies-in-waiting, time and time again. Every time Avery comes to visit, she has stories of another poor knight assigned to her, who quit after finding worms in his soup, maggots in his bed, or to be fired for some form of inappropriate behavior—most of which were framed by the princess herself. Slowly, as The Wolf becomes a memory more and more distant by the year, Avery spends less and less time in Darscafor, and more and more time with her.

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[mjjune]

Last line tag

Hey you guys are slowing down on the tag games :EYES: tag me

thanks to @novel-emma for this tag!!

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this is from twtr <3

They are the same. Trapped. These walls are just as suffocating to her as they are to him. In her eyes, he sees his own ache reflected. But it fades. A spark alights. "There is nothing I can do to get out of here," she says. "But I can get you out."

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