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tabswrites · 12 hours
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Thanks to a nudge from @winterandwords I have decided to post the context for this (again)
***CW for violent imagery, violence involving children***
All that was left was the head. The hunter returned the axe to its place on his hip and crouched down to retrieve his prize. It had been several long weeks of failed hunts, each one dragging him further into despair. This was a victory, and he needed to treat it as such.
At last he was forced to look into those glazed, unseeing eyes. He was barely more than a boy, memorialized as the essence of pure fear. Into the fire the gaping face went, no more than fuel for the flames.
This is a victory, the hunter reminded himself.
Out of Context Line
Tagged by @ahungeringknife here!
Tagging: @winterandwords @dyrewrites @athenswrites @writingmaidenwarrior @clairelsonao3
A spooky out of context line from TFE:
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Into the fire the gaping face went, no more than fuel for the flames.
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TFE tag list: @cilly-the-writer @writernopal (please ask to be +/-)
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tabswrites · 14 hours
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Thinking about posting the revised Ch. 1 of ToL here but idk
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tabswrites · 17 hours
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My new favourite thing is when I reread my own writing and realise I accidentally foreshadowed something important
Wait sorry “accidentally” was a typo it should have been “geniusly and with considerable forethought knowing exactly what was going to happen and all of my intentions being very clear”
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tabswrites · 21 hours
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Y’ALL I JUST HAD IDEAS FOR A WIP I HAVEN’T WORKED ON IN FOREVER AND THEN I SAT DOWN AND WROTE THOSE IDEAS INTO A MAJOR SCENE AND I HAVE A PLAN FOR WRITING THE SCENES LEADING UP TO IT
THIS IS
Magical
IF YOU SEE THIS POST I AM BOOPING YOU WITH INSPIRATION IN MY HEART AND MIND AND PAWS
WRITER’S AND ARTIST’S BLOCK BEGONE
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tabswrites · 2 days
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Neither romantic nor sexual nor platonic but a secret fourth thing (bonded like stray cats who cannot be adopted separately)
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tabswrites · 3 days
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Do other writers ever get this like, hyper-specific dialogue exchange drop into their brains and you know exactly where these character are standing and what they’re doing and how they’re saying these words but that’s all you get. You don’t have much other context and this specific moment that exists only at this time in your headspace??
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tabswrites · 3 days
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Sometimes a family is a writer and their fucked up oc and their fucked up oc and their fucked up oc and their fucked up oc and their fucked up oc and
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tabswrites · 3 days
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Giving your WIP files and/or folders silly names costs nothing and provides you with endless entertainment
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tabswrites · 3 days
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I drew really nice stick art of my ocs last night and I can’t stop laughing at them
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tabswrites · 3 days
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She needed to be held by someone who loved her then—someone who loved her still.
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tabswrites · 3 days
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ok writeblr i have a question and it does not matter if you answer re fanfic or original work:
do you nerds know what themes you intend to tackle in longer works before you start, or are the themes a fun little surprise you don't uncover until the nth draft?
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tabswrites · 3 days
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5 Lines Tag Game
I was tagged by @tabswrites
Leaving this as an open tag! If you want to do it, please do!
Your lines will be: a line with food, a line with temperature, a line with fear, a funny line and a line with color.
A line with food
Her flush deepened. “I had no time for food,” she admitted.
His expression turned scandalized. It was at least half an act, but that the cook would let her maids starve until the middle of the night didn’t particularly please him. He drew closer with firm steps, took her arm gently and led her towards the hearth. There, he sat her on a chair, her back turned towards the door. She blinked rapidly up at him, still clutching the honey to her chest.
“We can’t have that,” he decided, “Let’s share what I came here for.” Then he reached for the shelf Cook usually reserved for the Queen’s sweets. His fingers caught on those strange little nut balls he’d wondered at that morning. When he turned again, the maid had started to tremble, more out of fear than cold he suspected.
A line with temperature
She inclined her head. “I can’t fault you for that. All a man has are his principles. May I join you?”
“If you’d like.” He watched for a moment, as she vaulted over the fence and unsheathed her blade. She went through a series of slow, deliberate movements to warm up her muscles in the chill morning air before she attacked the dummy. She settled into her practice with an ease borne of countless repetitions.
A line with fear
Bran didn’t quite know he’d started running until he slid to his knees beside Aneiric’s prone form. He let out a barely perceptible groan when Bran touched him, little more than an exhalation of breath. There was dirt caked all along his body, twigs and leaves stuck in his hair. Hair that was matted with. Yes, blood. His touch was featherlight but earned him another groan, when he turned Aneiric’s head to get a better look at the blood matting his hair. He couldn’t see where it came from, too scared to move his head too much or cause him more pain.
“Aneiric,” he breathed, voice thick. “Can you hear me?”
A funny line
(I'm sorry, I am honestly too tired to determine what's funny right now ...)
A line with colour
"Roses seem hard to conquer.” His fingers stroked over a blossom that shone in a lurid dark pink. It shed some petals over his hand.
“Hilderan Reds,” said Cenwyn, almost absently. “The name and the colour don’t quite match.”
Aneiric shot him another glance. “You know your roses then?”
When Cenwyn laughed, it sounded embarrassed. “I know farmers who do. I work their fields a lot, and you pick things up here and there.”
A puzzle piece to consider later, Aneiric decided. “Tell me more, then,” he prompted.
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tabswrites · 4 days
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Daily Sip 4/18
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You can reblog this post.
You can make your own post.
You reblog someone else's snip!
Just tag it sipofsnips so everyone can find each other. ^.-
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tabswrites · 4 days
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Character Voice Tag
I really like this tag game, so I jumped on @winterandwords open tag.
The phrase that I couldn't resist was "Why are you angry with me?"
Cal:
"What did I do?"
Finder:
"You're mad? Because of me?"
Jack:
"Just so I know, what pissed you off the most? I'll make it even worse next time."
Cameron:
"I'm sorry. What do you need from me?"
For the next round of this game, I'm going to no pressure tag people who might want to play again: @touloserlautrec, @tabswrites, @sunset-a-story, and an open tag for anyone who just likes these like I do.
Your phrase is: "You look nice."
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tabswrites · 4 days
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Poll for writers and artists
Whether you write fanfic or original works or paint/draw, be it fan art or original work or whatever else - I have to know, because I have a feeling this is going to be very decisive:
Please reblog for sample size!
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tabswrites · 4 days
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Reblog so everyone can hear what they need.
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tabswrites · 4 days
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Heads up, Seven up
Tagged by: @oh-no-another-idea (tysm!)
Tagging: @justafunctionalmess @motswriting @my-cursed-prince @obviousknife @oh-no-another-idea @ryns-ramblings @sam-glade @sarahlizziewrites
From The Poison Complex:
There was a standoffish air between them as April leaned against the window - or what remained - of the watchtower. Ember's earlier outburst had now faded to a quieter (but just as potent) seething. January, however, seemed as impassive as ever, his blank expression fixated out on the tree canopies of Blue Oak. Yet, April felt a curdling tension between them - a sourness that he didn't quite understand.  "How long do we wait?" He sat up on the ledge and leaned precariously out. January's face twitched to a brief frown.  "All night if needs must." Ember pulled a slight face at the android's robotic speech. April glanced at him, catching the expression well enough for the redhead to turn his gaze to the ground; and then to January, who had turned his eyes once more to the treetops. 
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