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13 and 14 for Lydia?

Thank you for the ask, Nat! 💕

[13] What kind of sense of humor do they have, if any?

Oh, none. Zero. She thinks jokes are a waste of time, doesn't get what other people see in them, and resents the barrier to socializing that it puts up for her. When someone makes a joke in convo with her, she changes the topic as quickly as possible.

[14] What does it take to make them laugh, and what does their laugh sound like?

The only sound like this that you will get out of her is manic giggling from the high of success. Be that because she's just made an incredible discovery (Holoatypical), finally gotten her hands on a sample of something of interest (Reburial), or because she found the last box of the popular cake mix all the way at the back of the supermarket shelf. She's weird!!

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OC confession tag

Thank you for this tag, @mysticstarlightduck! This is a neat game, I like it :D Have some mutual confessing from Bent Nails...

📚 Rules: Post a scene where one of your characters confesses to another character from your wip. It doesn't have to be a love confession. Maybe it's a lie. Maybe it's a crime. Maybe it's betrayal. Go buckwild, go crazy!

“I walked out the door,” Jacob answered. “Packed up, took my junk to school. I just…didn’t go back. To school, or to home, I guess.” “You didn’t graduate?” Jacob wore a small smile when Michael chanced a look. “Nah. Didn’t want to be an engineer. Walked out, got on a bus, disappeared. Got a job in the last place the bus stopped.” “What did your parents say?” Michael wondered. His mother would’ve…she would’ve hit him, probably. With a shovel she lifted off the angel Gabriel. “That’s why I didn’t go home,” Jacob confessed, leaning in a little. “At first. God, I knew my dad was gonna have a fit. Better that they thought I’d been kidnapped and murdered first, and then the news wouldn’t hit so hard, you know?” Michael looked at him fully, interested. Jacob met his eyes, wide and sincere behind his glasses. “I missed my siblings,” Jacob said. “That was my undoing. I called my little brother from somewhere out in Iowa, and well, the cat was outta the bag. They took it…better than I’d have thought, in all truth.” “My ma made me swear to her as she was dying that I’d graduate,” Michael said. “And stay with Nick until then too.” Jacob stared at him. His silence gave Michael the courage to continue. “So, I did,” he said. “Because…what was I supposed to do?”

I'll invite @sunset-a-story @sleepy-night-child @reneesbooks @space-writes @writernopal @aziz-writes @akindofmagictoo @captain-kraken @eccaiia @on-noon and anyone else who sees this and wants to join in!

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Find the word tag

Thanks for the tag @orphanheirs @writingrosesonneptune

My words are: fellow, blood, incident, pour, rest, pinch, follow, spot

Fellow (from Snow on the Pines): “My fellow members of Fernstan village. You all know me, you all know my worth. I will not bore you with a long speech or try and twist your ears with flowery prose that means nothing.”

Blood (from The Glass Cage): Playa tasted blood in her mouth.

I must have bit my tongue. Pity I didn’t bite it off.

Incident (from Wings of Twilight): “There’s been an incident with one of the test subjects. We’re working on resolving the matter. But until then—

Pour (from Wings of Twilight): “Don’t you know how many gallons of water pour over the falls? Many millions.”

Rest ( from Snow on the Pines): “We can’t rest for long. Too many prying eyes during the day.”

Pinch (from Snow on the Pines): “In a pinch, the local stuff will do, but there is no beating the leaf grown around Fernstan.”

Follow (from Snow on the Pines): “We have to follow that ship.” Fen’s voice was full of resolve.

Spot (from Wings of Twilight): The spot on the wall glowed deep red. The light then pulsed several times before turning a solid green.

Tagging @justabigoldnerd @kaylinalexanderbooks @bunnymermaidwrites @cherrybombfangirlwrites @drchenquill

@dyrewrites @an-indecisive-nerd @space-writes @rickie-the-storyteller @writernopal and open tag

Your words are: question, sacrifice, base, resist

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Writecamp day 23

Yay! As always, a big thanks to @agirlandherquill for the event, and thanks for the tag @theeccentricraven

Today's prompt: A secret cell, there was always hope in darkness-it was the light to be afraid of

A deep cell that officially didn't exist located in the heart of a prison that the imperial authorities didn't officially acknowledge, out in the middle of the ocean. The perfect place to incarcerate those considered dangerous, or best forgotten.

Eight months. That's all I have. Ariana thought to herself. The order of execution was stayed until the day that she gave birth.

What's the point? I've lost everything that I held most dear. There is no reason left for me to live. Maybe it would be better if I just lie down and give up.

A tear rolled down her cheek. Maybe it was this, or maybe it was the moment of contemplative silence, but Ariana felt something stir inside. It was like a hand reaching out, keeping her from falling any further. It was then that she realized that she didn't want to die...not yet anyways.

No. That would be the coward's way out. I cannot let them win. I have to escape and live. For Matthew, for my father, for the two yet to be born.

If all I have is darkness, then I will make it my armor and my sword.

Ariana clenched her fist. Every dark thought she channeled into a reason to live. Nothing happened at first. But then her fist turned to shadow for a brief moment.

It's a start. I'll work on what I learned. A shadow can go anywhere, do anything, and no one will suspect one of bringing doom until it is too late. A faint smile played on her face.

Live. Fight. Avenge.

Tagging @thecomfywriter @nightmaricwriter @eccaiia @ark-inkweaving @elizaellwrites @buffythevampirelover

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writing share tag!

tagged by @dyrewrites (here) @willtheweaver (here) and @leahnardo-da-veggie (here) <3 fantastic writing and wonderful ppl, go check em out >:)

sharing a bit from Burden of the Reluctant Death, chapter 29 (Rosalie POV)

"I hate you," I whisper, watching his throat work as he swallows. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. A lie can become the truth if it's repeated enough, so I repeat it. Over and over, until my mouth goes dry, and then to myself. It echoes in my head like a promise already broken.

passing the tag to @writingrosesonneptune @saturnine-saturneight @firesidefantasy @mrbexwrites @finickyfelix and YOU! yes, you. show me what ur working on :D

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reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

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specified lines tag

Thanks so much for this ancient tag @rachaellawrites! Still having up and down days in making my writing goals right now but I'm enjoying any opportunity to get some words on the page ;) I should have more time later today to sit down with a drink and work!

Rules: Find a line in your WIP that fits each of the parameters given to you, then give new prompts for the people you tag <3

From Bent Nails:

A line where someone gets upset:

Sutton didn’t understand a thing; how could she? She was just a kid. Michael found his hand shaking, and sat on it to keep it still.

A line that includes a character's name:

“Michael,” Nick tried, his voice cracking over the syllables. He cleared his throat, tried again. “Michael. I hate seeing you suffer. I want…I wish you would let me help you.”

A line that makes you laugh:

“Sorry,” Jacob said, turning away. “If I’d known I was going to be a therapist today, I woulda worn my other pants.”

A line about/from an antagonist:

“Throw it again,” Bobby challenged, as though he’d been waiting for this. Even from down the road, [Sutton] could make out the smugness to him. Of course, he was smug, he was surrounded by his street gang of ne’er do wells.

A line that describes a location:

The house wasn’t even that bad, she thought privately. It was built in a lovely glade amongst a few stately trees, looking down to where the yard ended in a lone dock with a gazebo far out on the water.

Passing the tags gently to @viscerawrites @space-writes @dyrewrites @mrbexwrites @tabswrites and anyone else whose url doesn't end with "writes", you're welcome to join too ;)

Your lines are: A line featuring crying A line with a snack A happy line A line said with regret x

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Rain Summoner Excerpt

Chapter One 👈

Here's the second peak at Chapter Two:

Yanna greeted Sadira with a knowing look when she returned on aching feet to their bedroom. 

“How did you fare?” asked Yanna, leaning the letter in her hands close to her face so nothing of its contents was visible. 

“Don’t ask as if you didn’t bear witness. I don’t mean to humiliate myself any further by reliving it.” Sadira fussed with the knot in her sash until the weight of its countless beads fell from her middle. Rigid in spirit, she folded it into halves and laid it carefully over the tall looking glass. 

Relief inched nearer as her reflection disappeared behind the clattering beads. 

Rain Summoner taglist: @saturnine-saturneight @cowboybrunch @tabswrites

If you'd like to be added or removed, let me know!

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sketchbook scribbles from my artblog

early concepts for bianca's childhood design

WIP Intro

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Find the word tag

Thank yous to the most beloved @sleepy-night-child for this ancient tag -- I shall go searching through Invisible Girl today!

Muffle:

“They’re using your father’s designs for their own,” Paris said, muffled. “That’s theft.” “They’re already thieves,” Antonio answered. “I think that’s well established, Paris.”

Bent:

Gladys looked questioningly at Antonio, who took a step backwards. Lewis bent to retrieve the runaway paperweight, and Velia gently toed it away from him, causing it to appear as though it had legs of its own. “That paperweight is possessed!” Gladys hollered, jumping up on to her chair and pointing with a shaking hand.

Honest:

“You know I’m scared all the time,” Velia said, voice flat with honesty. He spread his hands: there you have it. Velia grabbed his arm before he could go. “Paris.”

Little:

“You’re just scared of West and his lackeys,” Masters said derisively, and across the diner where they were sitting at two separate small tables half tucked behind a coatrack, Antonio elbowed Paris and grinned around at them all. Cartwright glared. “You’d be smart to be scared. West’s right hand Manfield is no fool. Don’t you think it was a little too easy to grab hold of our prize in the first place? What if this bid is them trying to lure us back to a place they can snatch it back?” “Oh,” Antonio said when it was clear nobody was scared of him.

I'll tag @charlesjosephwrites @reneesbooks @chauceryfairytales @winglesswriter @writernopal @avrablake @sleepyowlwrites and anyone else who sees this! Your words are wide, word, whole, and weary :)

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writing share tag

Thank you for the tag, @mysticstarlightduck! I'm having on and off days where it comes to writing right now -- family in town keeping my days busy and fun -- but here's some of the most recent scene I added to Bent Nails...

“Do they allow visitors?” Jacob asked. “At these great tryout trials?” Sutton messed up her pitch. “Whoops, sorry,” she called. “You know, I have no idea, but like. They’re going to be at the school field. They can’t exactly barricade off the seats.” “Are you going to watch, Michael?” Michael hesitated, one hand rubbing up and down Melon’s side. “Haven’t been invited,” he answered. Jacob smiled and threw the ball over Sutton’s head; Melon’s nose followed it interestedly, but the petting he was receiving seemed too good a boon to give up. “Well, if you get invited,” Jacob continued. “And can bring a plus one. I’d like to see it.” “Of course you can both come,” Sutton said joyously. “So long as you sit far enough away and don’t make embarrassing cheering noises. Or jeering noises,” she added, just to be safe. She didn’t need a pair of old farts on the sidelines drawing more attention to her, threatening her concentration. They were pretty much done with their game of catch – Sutton didn’t want to spend the whole afternoon without doing any work after all – and Jacob walked over, taking his glove off. “Aw, no cheering or jeering, you hear that, Michael?” “Only reason I go to sports at all is to cheer and jeer,” Michael said tonelessly, lying through his teeth without shame. Sutton snorted. “Like you ever open your mouth when you don’t have to. It’s not you I’m worried about, it’s just that Jacob is such a bad influence.”

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me with my characters: u can have a little deeply repressed rage,,,,, as a treat

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Rain Summoner Excerpt

Beginning of Chapter Two!

Content Warning for child death (briefly referenced under the readmore)

Chapter One 👈

Raul regarded Akeem with great incredulity. “The heir to the capitol arriving so late? What are we guests to assume when you can’t be bothered to be punctual like the rest of us?”

The rest of the table waited, largely resentful, for a response.

Akeem dropped onto a cushion as if he were sitting down to a meal with close friends. “You could be grateful I made an appearance at all. I think we must infer the Crown Prince of Mardesal has remained overseas again this year.”

Giuliana sat perfectly still. “He is most frail, and only twelve years of age. Would you have me bring my one remaining child on a voyage across such rough seas?”

Akeem stared back at her with a challenging look. “I’m sure his journey wouldn’t be too hazardous,” he said as Samar lowered onto a cushion gracefully across the table. “Your Mardesalian ships seem to have an easier time crossing than ours, at least these days.”

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In general,

1. Which oc is the best at consoling others?

1a. What is their method?

2. Which oc is the worst at consoling others?

2a. What is their usual approach (or lack thereof)?

3. Which oc is good at consoling one or two characters in particular?

3a. What is the relationship between them?

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I fucking love repetitive lines that change meaning over a piece of writing yes slay

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Me @ myself countless times: Don't edit when you're tired. It only makes more work for us later.

Me when I'm tired: I have a suggestion.