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26 for writing asks!!
Hey! Thanks for the ask!
26. Who is your favorite fictional character in general?
Oooh this is a hard one! I have a couple favorites, but I love Victor Vale from Vicious, Jesper from Six of Crows, Fai from Tsubasa Chronicles, Al from Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood, and Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter!
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tortoiseshell!!
Thanks for sending this in~!! ♡
tortoiseshell: if your house was on fire, what one object would you grab? (your pets and family are safe and chilling on the front lawn)
I’ve actually thought about this before and it’d have to be my laptop! Probably sounds materialistic but I say this not because of the computer itself but because of the photos I have on it! If all my family photos were physically in one album that’s what I would save, but they’re not! Of course, the oldest pics that my dad took on his old camera aren’t on my laptop, but the most recent ones are so I’d rather save a thousand recent photos and lose a few hundred old ones than save like a hundred old ones and lose everything else!
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Eaves!!!!!
A good boy, A+ choice
Eaves is his nickname-- it comes from the fact that he fixes roofs for a living, and the locals started calling him Eaves because he would drop in on conversations while working
He is the eldest of four, and the primary breadwinner for his family since his father died in an accident in the quarry.
He is the resident mom friend of the Hebid crew.
Despite being pretty rational, when he and Addie have the same goal in mind, their mutual impulse control flies out the window and they become the equivalent of a battering ram
Eaves’s personal narrative has always been very family driven. Throughout the story he is the only character with blood relatives who survive past the inciting incident at the Citadel, and his personal quest is centered around finding his baby brother, Ilya.
He joins up with a roving company called the Green Marauders as soon as he learns they have the faintest lead on where Ilya and the rest of the mard children might be.
He’s a tol boy, he’s 6 ft. His arms and back are built from the roofing work he does
Absolutely will call you on your bullshit
Stubborn as fuck and also the biggest romantic
He’s been holding a torch for Moses for years and it’s kind of heartbreaking
🌟 Drop one of my characters’ names in my inbox and I’ll tell you 10 facts about them 🌟
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Raidan
I don’t know whether to be glad or offended, but thanks anyway.
i fell in love with one of @carrotgirl-weeb‘s boys and so i made him this moodboard so we could fall in love under the humid nostalgia of a starry summer night
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Last Line Tag!
Hey! So I was tagged by these amazing people: @elonanwrites @alextriestowritestuff @carrotgirl-weeb @sunflowersfor-amy and @creatinmaven !!! I already did this and haven't had time to write anymore since (😭) so I thought I'd just provide you with a nice length excerpt! This is from TSA, my wip about spies, and this is how Carol met her friends 😄
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When she had initially received the scholarship, she hadn’t expected anything extraordinary to come from it. Sure, the fact that spies were real was unexpected, but it would still just be another school that she would inevitably get kicked out of for her impudent attitude. Another school filled with teachers that droned on about things she already knew and another grade full of idiots who took pleasure in attempting to degrade her confidence. It would just be another building of people whose IQs didn’t even come close to surpassing hers.
How wrong she was.
It was the first time since she was four years old that she was confronted by questions she didn’t know the answer to. She had never heard of the first spy to create a school, she had never studied how to defuse bombs, and she had never cared for Physical Education so she had trouble with combat training. For anyone else, the whole year would have been a disaster. Nevertheless, thanks to her IQ of 160, she was able to cram ten years of information into her brain in only one week. However, despite her swift adaption to the world of espionage, she wasn’t exactly welcomed with open arms.
“And where do you think you’re going?"
Carol looked up at the boy who had spoken (whom she would later learn was named Zachary Layton). He was tall and gangly, with black hair, and acne covering half of his face. His appearance was completed by a glare. A posse of glaring students emerged from behind him, all slowly surrounding Carol.
“To class,” Carol said matter-of-factly.
“I think you’re in the wrong place.”
Carol looked very unimpressed. “I may be new, but I’m not stupid.”
“You aren’t meant to be here,” the boy spat. “You’re a Normo.”
“A what?” Carol asked with a laugh. The boy only glared more. “What is that, the spy version of a Muggle?”
“Your kind is not welcome here,” he said, shoving her backwards. She looked rather affronted after being assaulted, both physically and verbally, for no rational reason. He continued to force her backwards harshly. “You’re not a spy. You got in on a scholarship. You don’t belong here and never will. You’re a Normo. Normos are not meant to be exposed to the concept of secret agents. No matter what Miss Hope thinks of you, you will never be accepted. You will never be appreciated. You will never be a spy.”
Carol raised her eyebrows in impassive surprise. “Wow. Rude.” She squeezed past the students who surrounded her as they all glared. “Not exactly the welcoming party I was expecting, but I’ve never been liked before, so why should anything change at the first school that’s wanted me here?” She entered the classroom, ignoring how the rest of the teenagers filed in behind her. “Also, boy-whose-name-he-never-gave, I am able to fully one hundred percent guarantee that I will be a better spy than you.”
“What makes you think that, you scum?” A different boy had spoken this time, and Carol simply looked at him boredly.
“Wow, very creative insult. Truly, I’m hurt by your words,” Carol said, her sarcasm remarkably evident. “But, if you must know, I am a literal genius, with an IQ higher than you can count—although you bunch seem like you couldn’t get past ten without trouble.”
There was a small snicker from the back of the room and every one of the bullies’ eyes widened in horror. Carol turned to see two more students sitting in the back of the classroom; the boy, looking at her with an impressed smirk, and the girl, looking at her nails stoically. The boy had side-swept black hair and warm brown eyes, while the girl had a messy blonde bun perched atop her head with eyes of icy blue—they were a perfect yin and yang. She watched as the boy gestured for her to come sit with them. No hesitation was needed for Carol to make her decision.
“Another genius at school,” the boy said. “It must be Christmas.” Carol’s eyes widened in surprise and hope. The boy was still grinning widely. “We’re both geniuses too.”
Carol felt her heart soar.
“I’m Gideon Zones,” he said, “and this one,” he thumbed at the girl next to him, “is Moira Lake.” Moira barely glanced at Carol, but nodded curtly. “Don’t take her aloof personality seriously, she’ll come around,” Gideon said with a laugh. “Hey, do you want some of my shrimp chips?”
Carol smiled in awe, feeling like maybe, just maybe, she was finally home.
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dabi x self
vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell
dabi: lights my ass up like a tiki torch
me: ah, true love
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carrotgirl-weeb replied to your post: just the whole “i know he’s trying to face his...
Thats too bad. Maybe he’s getting there? I’ll trust horikoshi
lol even if endeavor apologizes i want the response to be “thanks but i want you out of my life” or i am uh. i’m not comfortable with that
and tbh given what i’ve seen so far i trust horikoshi like. 20%
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Thanks, Carrot, you’re right!! It’s gonna be a fun summer ♡✧( ु•⌄• )
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Just wanted to say I'm amazed at your art! You are super talented I'm so jealous! Spreadin' the love here
thanks for the love!!
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B, P, X
I assume you’re referring to this ask game?
I already answered B here.
P: What’s your biggest writing flaw?
Filler words and phrases. My writing always contains too many “that”s and “just”s. Whenever I go back to edit, it feels like I lose half of my word count.
X: What inspires you as a writer?
Real life inspires me the most. I use my experience and emotions to fuel my writing.
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Thank you for asking, lovely!
🐷 Junk food you can never get enough of
I don't eat junk food too often, so I’ve never really had a moment of getting “tired” of junk food, but if I had to pick, probably McChicken burger because that’s the only McDonalds burger I like ahahah
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carrotgirl-weeb replied to your post “I watched the first episode of devilman crybaby to understan what all...”
you're in for a real ride
uhm
like this doesn’t sound ominous at all
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get to know the writer tag
Tagged by @carrotgirl-weeb
1. How would you want your WIP to be done as a film? Colour scheme, director, dream actors, etc?
for Ari’s Guide, definitely a muted, warm palette with pops of retro teal and sunny yellows. I like long shots and detail-oriented cinematography—when I visualize Ari’s Guide, I think less about the big action movie set pieces and more about the subtle character notes and lingering shots on the landscape/characters. Basically just really indie?? I have no actors in mind, although I usually picture Abhi Sinha as Darius.
For As the Tiger, I see more big set pieces, but artsy and simplified natural sets? I always prefer films that are shot on location when possible, and there are so many beautiful places I’ve seen in Korea in particular that would make gorgeous backdrops.
2. Tell us about the character you’ve had the longest, and why you’ve stuck with them for all this time.
All of my Ari’s Guide characters I’ve had for 12+ years, but they’ve all undergone a lot of changes. Alec is probably the most faithful to his original concept, even though his role has changed a lot! I don’t have a lot of characters who are more subdued and introverted in the way he is, so I guess that’s one of the main reasons why I’ve stuck with him.
3. What is a piece of advice you wish you’d been given when you first started out writing?
Put more time into outlining.
4. How do you step outside your comfort zone with in your writing?
I try to write characters who are very different from myself, in worlds and situations very different from my own.
5. Tell us why we’ll love your WIP!
idk, it’s pretty fun and I’ve put a lot of work into the world-building so I’m pretty excited for it! I just hope it’s not disappointing lmao
6. Would you rather be a household name for your work or have a small cult following instead?
This is gonna sound weird but I don’t really expect my books to do amazingly? I guess a small cult following would be cool, but idk writing isn’t really my main focus or passion so I’m really okay with whatever.
7. Do you have any easter eggs hidden in your WIP?
Not really.
8. What motivated or inspired your current WIP?
I’ve recently been trying to reconnect with my heritage, and all of that research into the traditions and culture of Korea + watching a bunch of really kickass women-led films made one thing lead to another.
9. What is your process for building your characters/worlds/plots?
It depends on the project, honestly! For As the Tiger, I started with a seed idea: a group of women pull off a heist in a world based off of Joseon era Korea. Then I did nonstop research and took notes for about two weeks, aiming to be as respectful of real shamanistic traditions as possible while still cultivating the fantasy world I had envisioned. After that, I started really pulling the world together, starting with politics/culture, traditions, clothing, mannerisms, food, etc., then drawing a map, and then injecting some of my own ideas into the basic building blocks I had. With that done, I sorted everything in my notes and started fleshing out my four leads and drawing up interpersonal conflicts. I’m simultaneously very systematic and very spontaneous, and I find that the trick for this planning stage is to just write down every idea, no matter how stupid, because you can always tweak it later.
10. What does your planning/revision process look like?
I create a detailed chapter-by-chapter outline before seriously buckling down to write. My revision process is a lot more haphazard, but that’s usually when I bring in other people. My first two beta readers are always two of my endlessly patient friends, we start a dialogue, I revise, then I open to first round of betas and revise as I go.
I tag @sleepy-and-anxious @lefttowritee and @little-pisces-dreaming
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just an average weeb conversation between me and @carrotgirl-1
but like for real why is Kray’s neck so fucking WIDE
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hotwings
already answered!
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WIP: DEAD IS THE NEW ALIVE | WIP MOODBOARD
“Fils de pute.” I whispered through the hardwood door that separated us.
He heard me. I knew he did. He had the nerve to chuckle.
Twenty years hadn’t been enough to dissipate my anger. It had taken me fifteen of them to stop plotting his murder. My nails dug into the skin of my palm as I fought the urge to punch and scrape at the door.
“Invite me in, ma petite rue.” My murderer’s honeyed words felt like a sugar sweet balm that part soothed and part made me boil. I choked back a strangled sound, my hand covering my mouth in an attempt to stop him from hearing.
The nickname was like a punch in the face. A memory of the time I called his family my own.
“Go fuck yourself.” I choked out, the tears finally spilling from my eyes.
“I thought maybe enough time had passed for you, but I presume you’re still angry-”
I swung open the door, ready to tear his throat out with my fangs.
But, my bloodlust dissipated quickly.
He stood on my door step, looking towards the rainy street corner, the click of the door causing his head to snap back to me.
Nothing about Étienne Sauvage had changed in two decades. Studded leather duster coat, thick kohl eyeliner and all. He still stood at five foot eleven inches, with what I knew was another six inches of hair. He looked no older than the twenty five he’d been the last time I saw him.
The rain had flattened his blonde mohawk to his face - I don’t think he’d even bothered spiking it. Droplets of water dripped from his pert nose and sharp jaw and I watched a familiar pair of brown eyes widened slightly. It lasted barely a second before he blinked and his face went clinically blank.
“I told you to stay away from me.” I hissed, pulling my green silken robe tighter across my chest. “That was our deal.”
He took a step towards me, the tip of his combat boots met the line marking the boundary of the door. He couldn’t cross; it was one of the afflictions of our kind. He needed my consent to cross the line. Consent he knew I would never give. He raised his hand as if to run it across my cheek, tracing the wet trail the tears had left on my skin before moving up to trace the curls of my green hair. My jaw was clenched so hard, I feared I might crack a fang.
His eyes followed the movement of his fingers, a deep frown growing to mar his face as he met my eyes.
“I remember your deal. If it had been up to me, Ruelle, I would have left you here to rot. Don’t worry.” He sneered, voice running cold as his hand dropped from its ghostly caress, “I’m here to deliver a message from mon père.”
Welp hey look its a new baby WIP that I’m outlining instead of studying or writing GFS *blurry eyes emoji*
So I guess here’s the first look at my angry punk vampire wip! Warning: my French is as much of a WIP as this WIP is lol
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