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[writinglyra]

The Problem is We're People - WIP (Re)Introduction

That's right, guys. The project you all know and love as Project Ichor has a real, actual name! And I think it's time that you learned it. So, I've made a handy dandy presentation.

Thank you to anyone who's been following this project. Please let me know if you'd like to be added to a taglist.

[ryns-ramblings]

𝐖𝐓𝐖 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒; monsters and majesty

Happy holidays @writinglyra! Apologies on it being posted on the last day of the gift exchange I didn't my computer with Photoshop with me

[inky-duchess]

Heim

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"This city," the venom drips from his every syllable. "is rotten to the core. It gets into the lungs like consumption, it infects the blood like a fever. It sticks on the tongue. It clings soul, like the muck of its shit ridden streets. It devours, it consumes and there is no escape."

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[writinglyra]

WTW Secret Santa 2024

Happy Holidays, Megan (@thousand-page-dreams). Surprise, you're my target!

For my present, I wrote a short scene based on this excerpt you posted from your project, Glass Butterflies. I saw the potential for angst and decided to run with it. I hope you enjoy it and it's not too much of a downer.

The letterman smells like sweat, grass stains, and shampoo. And despite himself, Aaron pulls it into his frail, dark fist. It isn’t soft, anymore. Not really. But he fumbles for the initials embroidered on the breast: KC. He’s not far away. But it feels so impossible to be near him. Yesterday he saw a girl—blonde and loud and perfect—wearing her boyfriend’s jacket at the game, his steel-corded arms wrapped around her slender shoulders, and Aaron wanted to scream. The jacket was too big for her, dipping below her hips and hitting her thighs. But, in the autumn air, it looked like she was draped in his wings. Sometimes Aarons wants to carve KC’s name into the walls of his chest. Sometimes Aaron wants a world where he doesn’t have to. He leans back and tries to catch his failing breath. If KC could see him now… He’s not far away. There are stars stuck to KC’s ceiling. Constellations of plastic—spilling out in unsatisfying clumps and trails. So naive. A childish facsimile of the tapestry buried under those field lights. Aaron reaches up with the hand not creasing KC’s name as if to touch them, but he doesn’t come close. So he lets his wrist splatter onto his chest and rolls to bury his nose in KC’s scent. The girl in the jacket didn’t know what she had. Didn’t know how beautiful it was to be so effortlessly someone’s. It's unfair. Aaron doesn’t feel himself sitting up. He only feels his arms snaking their way into the sleeves. And then he’s a chrysalis, curled up on KC’s bed, staring up at a star he can imagine is a witness. He wants to stay like this forever. But KC isn’t far away. There’s something desperate in him, he thinks. He shouldn’t want this much.

This was really fun, and it was surprisingly refreshing to write something that wasn't for one of my WIPs. I can't wait to do it again next year.

[veneritia]

when comes the dawn monthly update {3.31.2025}

THE STATISTICS

the draft -> ????*** words written this month -> 5,027 words average word count per session -> 503 words words written this year -> 12,382 words

*** I've had to do some editing/revision so I'm not sure what the actual draft count is. I'm still working on assembling the scenes I've written into chapters so I can get a more accurate count

STORY NOTES

Fenice has been updated with a new ability: ghost vision. Now she has the opportunity to commune with her ancestors. This is not as fun as it sounds when your ancestors consist of kinslayers and their unfortunate victims.

Since Fenice is born with this ability I had to go back and update the earlier chapters to reference and make use of it more which led me to discovering--

how many Act 1 scenes I've completely skipped writing???? Last year I tried writing out of order to help with writers block but wow I left sooo many gaps. And since I'm having a little bit of a block writing some of the more intrigue heavy sections in the recent chapters, I decided to try and go patch up those holes while I try to get over this block.

Also decided to forgo splitting the book into the traditional 3 acts, but instead splitting it into multiple smaller acts

Made some slight tweaks to the reilma-imperessa/imperessor title so that it's something specific differentiate regular imperial heirs from ascended heirs

Aretos is getting a...small change in his backstory, specifically in relation to Fenice, which I hope will add a fun little facet to their dynamic with each other

The King's Game has been renamed to the Agonia

EXCERPT

“A triumph!” Fenice flicked her eyes towards the voice—gone hoarse from endless shouting. Standing atop the railing of her balcony, Saphynia cheered and crowed at the crimson river forming in front of Kaelstanopoli’s western gate. She’s dressed in her muddied and dented armor, helmet held above her head to shield her glass eyes from the sun. “When was the last time we had a proper triumph?” Saphynia’s gravelly laugh clashed sharply with her jovial attitude, cracked lips splitting into a wide grin. “Ah, I remember my own triumphs…to ride at the front of the army, to bear the golden laurel, to be marked in the purple— what I wouldn't give to be there again.” “Did you not celebrate five in your lifetime?” Fenice murmured. “Three of them within the span of a month, too.” Saphynia pivoted on her heel to stare down at her, feet dangerously close to the edge of the balcony, the long braid of her dark hair whipping around her. “Five glorious triumphs, but only five! Enough to whet the appetite but hardly enough to satiate it.” “I never imagined the Iron Queen to be unsatisfied with her victories.” “Ah, child, you know too little. Perhaps you will sing a different song when you’ve experienced the thrill of the entire world knelt at your feet.”

THE BLOG

View the worldbuilding post for The Agonia here. I'm pretty proud with how I fleshed out the history, and it became a pretty chunky post lmao. It includes historical events such as The Decade of Blood and The Era of Three Crowns

Aretos' birthday is April 1st!

I'm planning for the next wip post to be about the imperial titles used by the vi Aetiers but I'm not set on how exactly I want to do it

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[writinglyra]

Check out my piece "As Summer Dies" in here, and all the other amazing stories by my amazing friends at WTW! This zine has been a wonderful experience and I can't wait to do it again.

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[reneesbooks]

9 lines 9 people

ok confession these games scare me bc tagging people still intimidates me but i'm being brave today here's some lines i wrote a while back from the dragons of kiltide. just fabin having a little teenage angst. also this is 9 (11 but shh the context!!) paragraphs bc i still don't know how to shut the fuck up. thank you @space-writes for the tag <3

the raedoran cycle

[Fabin] tilts his head, pressing his forehead to the window frame. “What are dreams like?” he asks quietly.

Emilia sits across from him, watching how his eyes stare through the window but see nothing. She thought he'd left that behind in the weeks and months after their parents were killed, thought the long silences were finally over. She tucks her arms against her sides. “They're...like memories. Only more vivid.”

His fingers close around the hilt of his sword. “What do you dream about?”

She rolls her shoulders. “Places I've never been. Things I've never seen.”

One of his hands presses against the glass. “Do you ever dream of...of humans?”

She studies him with a worried frown. “Is there something you want to talk about?”

He recoils, his expression twisting with anger before it closes off. “No. I'm fine. I don't have dreams.” He turns away from her. “Never mind.”

Emilia sighs. “I talked Muiris down. He doesn't want to kill you anymore.”

“Good for him.”

“You should apologize for breaking his foot.”

Fabin turns to face her again, his eyes wide. “I actually broke it?”

tagging @oh-no-another-idea @zmwrites @akindofmagictoo @writinglyra @k--havok @lyssa-ink @aether-wasteland-s @ink-flavored @avrablake to share 9 (or more or less or however many you feel like!) lines of writing <3

[writingamongther0ses]

An important part of at least 14-year-old Amarya Mohila's life and relationship with being a hero...

Her brother (technically several times distant cousin), Aimory Aoki. Here's him at 21, literally beefing for months with a teenager smaller than him.

The literal only differences between him at 17 and him at 21 is that he got snakebites and Amarya gave him that scar on his cheek when they first met.

You would think the relationship between 17-year-old Aimory and ten-year-old Amarya would be better, but he tries to kidnap her for their dad and tells her to stop calling him childish names, only for her to look him in the eye and call him a shithead. He's not sure whether to laugh or be mad.

Image created with @itsnicsalad's Picrew

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[cataclysmic-writer]

ROYGBIV Tag Game

Rules: Find a sentence in your WIPs with each color. Thanks @kaylinalexanderbooks

Red - from Katastrophie

Production had turned an office into a makeshift trainer’s room, complete with a red cross taped to the door.

Orange - from The Imperial Con

The bombers dove. Artillery fire exploded across the sky, sending bursts of black and orange across my vision. I could almost smell the smoke.

Yellow - The Imperial Con

“It was under his pillow. Wonder what other secrets he has lying around...” To land the punchline, I lifted the mattress revealing a loose, yellowed envelope speckled with dirt.

Green - from The Imperial Con

I turned back to my machine. Above me, a light perched on the machine, blinking green. I watched it flash, almost hypnotic. Metal shrieked as it scraped through the press.

Blue - from The Imperial Con

Before I could ask more, a low hum echoed through the clouds. A small squadron of fighters descended on the runway; white, red, and blue circles decorated the wings. “Are those yours?” I yelled over the noise.

Indigo -

N/A

Violet -

N/A

This was fun! I probably have the other two colors somewhere in short stories BUT there's a lot of those to go through, so we'll leave it as is. I'll tag @surroundedbypearls @qelizhus @serpentarii @writinglyra to play!

Learn more about Katastrophie

Learn more about The Imperial Con

Ask to be added to either taglist!

[writinglyra]

Might not get around to this for a bit but it sounds fun.

Spotify Wrapped Prompts!

I saw this floating around tumblr, and wanted to steal it myself lol

Send me a number 1-100, and I’ll write a lil snippet based on the corresponding song!

[charlesjosephwrites]

Find the Word Tag

Thanks for the tag @oh-no-another-idea!

I'm looking words were crash, grave, praise, and infection in my wip The Magician and Ms. Psychic. I couldn't find the word infection in this draft, but here are some snippets for all the other words!

crash

I pointed my knife at Ms. Psychic. “I told you to come alone.” “You what?” Max’s entire face flashed a deep shade of red as he whirled towards me. I took a step back, both hands held out in front of myself defensively. “You didn’t really expect me to go through with this whole thing without my nemesis, did you?” “You dumbass.” Max growled. He ripped a picture off the wall and threw it at me, but I popped out of the way at the last moment, leaving it to crash against the far wall with enough force to shatter its frame.

grave

I popped closer to Mayor Redwood. I clasped my hand firmly on his shoulder, and I leaned in close to issue a grave warning: “You'll stay put if you value your bones.”

praise

An article from The Metrovale Tribune grabbed my attention with a drawing of the flying woman from last night, hands on her hips as she stood in front of a technicolor background. Somehow, the artist managed to not make her dull gray outfit look almost flattering, and her annoying sneer had been turned into a stoic half-smile. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the headline slapped me across the face: Mysterious Hero Chases Masked Lunatic From City Council Meeting. My phone thunked into the wall across the room. Where did those assholes find the audacity? There was no way she should have been praised as a hero while they didn’t have the decency to label me as a supervillain.

I'll tag @tales-and-thoughts, @winglesswriter, @writinglyra, and anyone else who sees this and wants to play along to find the words moon, solve, ready, and straw in their wips.

[seasteading]

wip tag

tagged by @serpentarii , ilysm my computer spouse 🙏

rules: share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that starts with each letter of the word you're given! my word was lace.

l

“Last I heard, Hauenstein, you’ve never had anything to lose in the first place. Unless the Arcantum has suddenly decided to raise your wages to be worth an inheritance.”

a

“A lone shipwreck, Hannes? That’s hardly a strange sight for the Rift,” Lamoury said offhandedly.

c

Cautious not to disturb the argeometer, Ezra drew the revolver hidden in his coat, bone handle a familiar weight in his hand, and rose to his feet.

e

Each rib was apparent beside the next, the notches of its spine stark enough to count. Fungi sprouted along a weeping split in its abdomen.

tagging @writinglyra, @sometimesnat, @helioselene, and @lasbrumas <3

your word is deco!

[writinglyra]

Thank you @zorya-km! I love how sassy Kael is.

Here's how the Project Ichor gang would say "A little help, please?"

Isaac: "Could I get a hand with this?" Jack: "Do I have to do everything around here?" Asuka: "I could use your help, if it's not too much trouble." Leyla: "You're better at this than me." Viridian: "Are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna be useful?" Indigo: "I have no idea what I'm doing."

I'll tag @imaginationxlost and @supersymmetrys. Your line is "I'm trying my best."

Dialogue/Character Voice Tag Game!

Thank you @inkhelm for tagging me !

Rules: Rewrite the given line in the voices of characters from your WIP of choice!

My line is “It's better if you leave.” I'll do it with my main WIP: Starborn Sonata.

Evya: "As your princess, I'm telling you to leave."

Atreus: "I'm sorry, but I think it'd be best if you left."

Miklos: “Consider this mercy. You don’t know the consequences of staying."

Jaromira: "For your sake, just... Get out."

Kael: "Do remind me why you're still here ?" Your line: "A little help, please ?" and I'm tagging some hoarders: @veneritia @writinglyra @moariin !

[oh-no-another-idea]

Find the word tag

Thanks for these words, @mysticstarlightduck! I'm looking for screech, treat, fight and loathe.

From Invisible Girl:

Screech:

Velia skidded inside and pulled the brake. The car screeched unhappily but ground to a halt, the jerk dumping Antonio West head over heels again. Velia went crashing into the wall.

Loathe:

Concentrating, Velia swayed when the train swayed, traveling around a small bend in the track. She must not flip the first tumblers without the second set. It required the sort of immense focus that only stayed while the brain was partially absent. Velia thought about boiled eggs and how much she loathed them. The locks clicked simultaneously beneath her fingers.

From Stars and Ships:

Treat:

The Star Enforcement fell back as they crossed into the industry side where taxi hovers, ticket offices, and ice treat trucks gave way to heavy duty cranes, strong workers with large carts, and the occasional clipboard-bearing robot. One rolled up to Sepia’s feet. “Can I help you,” it narrated in a flat male voice.

Fight:

“Walk in a straight line, at least?” Jax said, grinning at a woman selling soap. “Try?” “Maybe I could, if you hadn’t gotten me this dumb [prosthetic] leg,” Quin snarked, an old reply for an old, old, fight. “If you hadn’t ruined any hope of me walking straight.” Jax glared. “I don’t think I had anything to do with your low levels of straight—” “Boys!” Aaliyah said, sharp as the knives lined up on the counter behind her. “We’re here, if you would be quiet for one minute.” She followed Sepia into the tent beside the knife seller, leaving the two of them on the street.

No pressure tags for @halfbakedspuds @charlesjosephwrites @the-down-upside-finch @365runesoftheamalgamations

@dyrewrites @writinglyra @winglesswriter @fleurtygurl and anyone else who'd like to look for the words crash, grave, praise, and infection <3

[revenancy]

seven deadly sins tag →

thanks to @sableglass for the tag!! excited to delve a little into Impossible Fires –

PRIDE

Marley Haight, of course. She doesn't have an overinflated sense of self-importance – as far as she's concerned, her life does mean that much. To her, at least. After all, she's an engineer, even if that doesn't go as far as it used to.

WRATH

Song Liran. She's furious with the Atalanta, and she'll do anything in her power to burn the bitch to the ground – hoping to take the Matriarch out with it. Her mother Genevieve also falls under this to a degree, but Genevieve's wrath has turned to a deep and simmering rage that she takes out on other people only sparingly, so few know the depths of her emotions, including her own daughter.

LUST

Yuki Katsura – which might seem a little funny considering he's probably the most down-to-earth member of the cast, just trying to do his job and get it all over with, but the fact is that he keeps inviting his ex into his office. And he keeps imagining that she's still attracted to him. And if she would just please cheat on her husband, it would all feel different...

ENVY

Nile Whist, or the dead man who became him. He's rotting with it from the inside out – coveting the joy and the ignorance of the people around him, watching them, hoping for the day that maybe it could be him instead – but he can't forget the things that haunt him like that. It's not in his nature. (Then, when he runs into someone else who lived through the same thing, jealousy – because Marley is his, and he'd do everything in his power to keep her safe, even if it's from his own family.)

GREED

I'm going to say that this applies best to Dovey MacEwan. Dovey is a sweet 50-something-year-old nurse practitioner with no children of her own but a gaggle of adoptees from her job in the slums of L4 – and, on the other side of the door, she's the leader of the Stillwater Gospel, living in a tight warren in what's left of Sacred Spring Hospital. She clutches tight to anything that interests her, and she will do whatever it takes to retain control of her followers.

SLOTH

Jacín Rial – this one's a rough match, because Jaci isn't "typical" of sloth. He does work (for the most part) but he does prioritize his own rest and recreation – between a day helping his community and a day in a synth parlor high out of his mind, he's picking the synth parlor.

GLUTTONY

Bianc Lacunet and Eliza Fallon, not in the manner of food but in the manner of conspicuous consumption – Bianc hoards other people's identities and uses them to get whatever they want, including a new fit every day; Eliza, at a glance, seems more restrained, but then you remember that this is a ship where all gold and copper was recalled 20 years ago to help with a hardware upgrade – and the heels of all her shoes are gilt.

this is really fun actually! going to tag @thewritersplace @writinglyra @ anyone else who'd like to do this!

[inky-duchess]

"Do you really want to know what it is to be a Vastian Princess? It is everything you imagine: the gowns, the jewels, the receptions, the balls and all the parties." Katya's features take on a cool hardness "But it is also being always ready to flee at a moment's notice. It is always having to sleep with boots and a coat on arm's reach. It is knowing that no matter how bright you shine, how wonderful you sparkle, you are on borrowed time wherever you end up. And once they are sick of you, you must run again." - The Lost Prince Book 2, Marina VII.

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