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Which one of your characters would do this? 🧛🏻♀️🧛🏻
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FTWT CCCLXXXIV-VI
yeah that's right. a three in one. that's 'cause this ornamental sword came with an ornamental shield and a ceremonial dagger and I can't break up the set. anyway the tags say they're from @zmwrites @diphthongsfordays and @on-noon
play (swamp, soup, pond, 2018)
My brain is a pond
It always has been
With lily pads for little frogs
To play their games on and in
And sometimes things go smoothly
And sometimes they fall apart
Sometimes my frogs have maybe
A little too much fun with my heart
The pond is often messy
And frogs throw my stuff around
But in the end it's still my brain
And I prefer it this way:
Unbound.
step (don't run with scissors, 2011)
But just as I was coming through the door
I tripped
There's a step there that I missed
And those scissors
They jabbed me
Skipped my fingers and went for my knee
Left an ugly slice in my jeans
That's what you get for running with scissors
miss (one breath, 2015)
We said, one day
We'd be stars in the sky
Holding hands, in space
We'd illuminate the night
Now that day, it's gone
And you left without me
I'm lonely, I'm torn
I miss having you beside me
scramble (hurried, 2014)
All the cars are useless, all the airplanes walk
All the pigeons scramble before they are crushed
All the people worry and laugh and sigh
All the people know is how to die
dirt (jasper and juniper, 2022)
At the elbow crook of the valley there's a spring with calcite at the base, pink and yellow glittering up through the water to dance in our eyes. We dip our pots in and pull them back covered in ice. When we put down dirt with our long-stride boots as we hike back up to the houses, the ice melts and soaks into our skin.
soul (I feel purple inside, 2012)
I feel like my soul is purple
And it would rhyme with orange
Then suddenly it was silver
Because everything was turning over
And over,
And over,
Again
ocean (stars of the indigo sky, 2013)
You never know just how deep the sky is until you stare and stare and then realize that you can never see through to the end. And midnight isn't blue, but it's not black either. It's indigo, with a depth that sinks down into your eyeballs until the whole world is tinted rich purple-blue. On and in that indigo sea float the stars. The tiny spatters of light spread across the whole of the ocean sky and far up into it, glowing from generations away. Still, they always hear me when I need to talk, offering an empathetic shine.
busy (little laptops, 2011)
Little laptops in the skyscrapers
Little laptops on the sidewalks
Set on desks or inside bags
Of the busy little people
They went to the university
To make something of their life
But now they type on laptops
And they all look just the same
hoping (to know your enemy, to know serenity, 2021)
present your weapon, meet me outside
if you were hoping for something then put all your dreams aside
fit (you, a spectator, and I, a spectacle, 2020)
somebody painted the house today and I don’t like it.
it feels clean and covered up, like it wasn’t fit to be seen before.
but I saw it, I saw all of it (all of it, all of it):
every crack and every blemish,
every detail left behind by someone afraid to let go.
home (the dearest thing, 2016)
Something like arms is holding me close
It's warm and it's comfortable, I love it the most
The sweater that smell so exactly like you
You're my home and my heart, and I love you
caught (my winter song to you, 2011)
I'd like to hear a song from my own mouth
I'd like to hear some beautiful sounds
I'd like to know that my own words
Caught a person on the street who heard
compare (the book of lost lyrics, 2020)
Fend off the cold with angel’s warm glow
The twinkle of stars floating like a halo
“Stop comparing me to space dust”
But you are so beautiful
lose, lesson, light, late. BONUS: lever, likely. a handful of petals of pressure tags for @etjwrites @sleepy-night-child @drippingmoon @vellichor-virgo @monstrouswrites @author-a-holmes OR ANYBODY
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I got tagged in the find-the word game by @lexiklecksi Thank you!
This is from my WIP Names in Their Blood, sequel to Secondhand Origin Stories.
crazy:
“I still like the teal paint.” Jamie mused comfortably.
“The rose goes better with the dark wood.” Aldis argued. “No, this is gonna drive me crazy. I’m gonna have this all painted by the time you get back.”
Opal almost objected, but at this point she sort of just wanted someone else to choose something and free her.
flower
Jamie paused to pluck a rose that hadn’t completely succumbed to frost yet, then serenely plucked the damaged petals from the flower, editing out it’s imperfections. Opal’d seen Jamie pick flowers loads of time. They could hardly pass a garden without Jamie presenting her with something. But it’d never seemed sad, before.
comfort
Issac settled more comfortably in front of the meter tall pretend kitchen, straightened the small chef hat on his head, and looked at the camera. “As my assistant was reminding me, it’s important to wear appropriate safety gear when dealing with open flames in the kitchen.” He gestured to the yoke of costume jewelry thick enough to obscure his ID badge lanyard. “Now, the trick with cooking-“ he glanced into the toy pot “pterodactyl stew, is making sure you have appropriate permissions for cooking a very severely endangered species-“
accusation
Jamie tried to smother her irritation at the implied accusation. “Didn’t you get the security briefing this morning?”
The nurses eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”
“You should have been told when you came on shift.”
“I don’t know what you think you’re trying to pull-”
Jamie dropped her voice to a whisper and hardened her eyes. “I’ve been at an arrest, an assault, a murder site, a mass grave and Secretary Bridgewater’s house in the past three days. If those sound to you like normal things for me to be doing, then maybe you don’t think there’s an emergency, but if that sounds like maybe something my dad might want to know about, then I’d like you to please go ask him if he’d like to talk to me about what’s going on.”
deprivation (Ok, Deprivation wasn't anywhere in my manuscript. So I used "taken" and tried to find something that seemed to suit the general tone.)
MARTIN: This is my purpose. This is what I was made for. Please, don’t take it away from me.
Jenna closed her eyes. She looked in pain. Solomon looked like someone slapped him across the face. Yael looked panicky.
This is when Issac should step up. He should prove he was a fit dad for Martin. Say something useful.
He’d had parts of himself that felt essential taken away.
Hadn’t he learned anything from it, that could help Martin?
JENNA: Solomon.
He looked at her, startled and still on guard.
JENNA: You’re the only one here custom built for a purpose. Talk to them.
I'm tagging @dotr-rose-love, @etjwrites, mariahwritesstuff and @doriangravesftw with the words up, home, change, spin, and thread
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Last Line Tag CCCIV
I was tagged by @etjwrites! Thank you!
From the prequel to Poppet WIP:
“We’ll return to Noxshire in two weeks' time,” Aleksander said, accepting his horse’s reins from his cousin. “If you meet us then, we’ll have your coin.”
“What’s to stop you from running to some far corner of the kingdom to hide from your debt?”
“You have my word.”
“That means shit all to me, princeling,” she replied bluntly.
Inexplicably, he grinned.
I tag @sharraus, @emelkae, @howdywrites, and anyone else who wants to play! As always, no pressure!
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manuscript search tag game
thank you @klywrites :D
my words are radio, comfort, ocean, food
radio
comfort (Hurricane draft 3) (theella snuggles!)
The moon, high in the sky, cast a soft white glow over the castle battlements. Theo snored softly beside her. She smiled and turned gingerly over to curl up against him. Though any movement made her ribs throb, and she almost lay down on her broken wrist, it would hurt whatever she did. She might as well pretend like she was comfortable. She might as well lie close to Theo like she wanted to.
He draped an arm over her—still asleep, she was sure—and she snuggled closer, her breathing slowing back down. She was safe here.
ocean (Hurricane draft 3) (hahahah i’d almost forgotten i wrote this in)
Theo awoke to find himself staring up at bare wooden boards. He’d had a headache earlier, but it seemed to have mostly subsided. That was nice.
His view of the ceiling was interrupted by the golden-eyed girl he’d seen earlier. He didn’t remember much of that interaction, if there had been one at all, but unfortunately he did remember the first thought he’d had when he saw her, when the rational part of his brain had not been around to debate. He’d mistaken her for a mermaid, on the evidence that she was in the ocean and that she was beautiful. He hoped his embarrassment wasn’t showing on his face as she peered curiously down at him.
“Aella! I told you to give him space.”
food (Hurricane draft 3) (Laila my beloved)
Just up ahead was a food storeroom. While Laila had been guarding Aella’s cell, she’d seen no evidence that the girl was being fed. No one had brought food, no one had taken any away. There had been a water skin hanging in the corner of the cell, but no food. She briefly wondered if Anvindr had plans to feed her later, if he was merely withholding food as a punishment, but she didn’t care. Four days was too long to leave anyone without food, whatever she’d done.
@talesofsorrowandofruin @vellichor-virgo @etjwrites @lowslore @muddshadow your turn, if you so choose! your words are presence, impose, grace, imagine
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T A G : Find the Word
Another one I’m getting back to super late. I hope you don’t mind, @stuffaboutwriting and thank you for tagging me!
My words are: work, black, home, fight.
Work (An Entity in Your Midst)
His little girl was here, somewhere. She had to be. Things like this didn’t just happen. Monsters didn’t exist. Stupid games like that didn’t work. So, she was here, and he was going to find her, damn it.
Black (Marie/Elise)
Marie stepped out of her car, still dressed in the same outfit she’d been wearing earlier that evening. With the moonlight accentuating her inky black hair, she looked like she belonged in the dark. Like the night became her.
Home (Marie/Elise)
“Come on,” my father said, squeezing my shoulder reassuringly. I tried not to flinch away from his grip. “Let’s go home.” Whatever home was. There was nothing anchoring me anywhere, anymore.
Fight (The Pirates of Sissa)
"Leave half your men behind, Commander," she said. "We are not here to fight, and you must trust me when I tell you that the Qorsan do not engage in battle unless absolutely necessary. The two of us alone would be enough." That last part was a lie – the two of them alone would probably end up with him dead.
(Not Sahra trying to push Vadra into a trap in that last one... 👀)
Hope you enjoyed those! I’ll be tagging a few peeps below, but please feel free to ignore if you don’t feel like playing ^^ Also, if you’d like to play and haven’t been tagged, jump right in!
@ren-c-leyn @etjwrites @ettawritesnstudies @echoing-sailor @writingamongther0ses @diphthongsfordays
Your words, should you choose to accept this challenge, are: skill, shudder, real, escape.
#writeblr#tag games#find the word tag#writing#snippets#an entity in your midst#aeiym#marie/elise#the pirates of sissa
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Got this thanks to @etjwrites who picked it up on Twitter. Let's do this, and feel free to post it as well!
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Last line tag
I was tagged by @etjwrites to share my last line. Thanks!
She was so pale now, so fragile, and I fought the urge to cling to her and cry. Even now, she wouldn’t like that. How could this be happening? She’d always been so strong, even with her curse.
Tagging @autie-auden-studies @asher-writes @i-can-even-burn-salad if you want to join in
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Your twitter recommendations are just amazing! I 💞loved them a lot. How about writing YT channels? I tried to find some, but almost to no avail.
I'm not on YouTube a lot, but I highly recommend Brandon Sanderson for writing advice! Some writeblrs also have YT channels (like @etjwrites), so try asking around <3
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Find the Word Tag
I was tagged by @sleepyowlwrites (thanks!!) to find: lose, lesson, light, late. BONUS: lever, likely.
From Stealing Freedom:
Lose
Tiana brushed Anabella's hair away from her clammy forehead and pressed her fingers under her neck.
“She's breathing,” she told Damien. She passed out from the shock of the pain, most like.”
Tiana had seen a few similar scenes back on Have Lath. Every other harvest season somebody too old, or too fool-hardy, found themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time and got caught under a plough or had some terrible other farming accident. The lucky ones only had to lose an arm or two.
Lesson
“You sound like me ma,” he responded, back further away.
“What, you steal from her too?”
He shook his head and said nothing.
“Look, just stop stealing, and you won't be punished, it's as simple as that.”
That was a lesson Tiana had learnt long ago, helping Myrc bake bread in the kitchens. She rubbed her wrist unconsciously. A wide woven bracelet covered a scar there.
Light
The walk was pleasant, as the day was warmer than the one previous, and Tiana left her hood down, content to let the light breeze ruffle her short hair. She nodded her head politely at people she recognised, but didn't stop to talk.
Late
“'Tween that, an' tide comin' in, the child is in grave danger.”
The ghost stories Lach's friends insisted on telling about poor Æthelbert who drowned sprang to Tiana's mind.
“Is it too late?” she asked, trying to push down the spinning, sick feeling that threatened to consume her.
“If 'e can swim—”
Heady shook her head violently.
Likely
She'd been lucky during her escape. No one but Tedenbarr had seen her leave, and the drug she'd given him had likely muddled his memories.
I tag @leave-her-a-tome , @akindofmagictoo , @zmwrites , & @raiswanson to find: Gain, Disciple, Shadow, Timely, and Golden
#I finally have enough content to do these without repeating the same passages over and over!#WIP: Stealing Freedom#etjwrites#find the word tag
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okay fine. here's some of the au i guess
last line tag! I'll get to the rest of the hoard eventually. I hope.
a cotton scarf from @author-a-holmes
a straw hat from @jay-avian
“If you want to keep that one, at least let me fix the holes. No point in keeping around something you can’t use.”
Beedee says that sometimes you keep something around that just means something to you, like a memory.
Eira smiles down at Beedee again. “Sure. I’d count that as something you use, though. You’re using the memory to remind yourself why you’re bothering to stay alive.”
Did Eira always have conversations with people where she was casually tearing them apart, or was Cal just special?
I said fluff OTHER THAN the inherent trauma of an evil empire (and how it killed all the people like you and you feel the burden of that every day and hope sits suspended on a spider's web and you're afraid to touch it half the time-) hahaha
@bloodlessheirbyjacques @the-world-is-a-poem @etjwrites @vermontwrites OR ANYBODY
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I got tagged in Heads Up 7up by @zmwrites! So, here are 7 lines I like from my WIP, Names in Their Blood
“It's the most helpless feeling I can imagine. You’re being rewritten to be what someone else needs you to be. Their version of a better you. If you stop trusting them it doesn’t matter, because you’re already in it and you can’t stop till the end. And that can take months. I met one girl who it took years for.
They'll make you into what they needed, not what you wanted to be.”
And I will tag @rhea-ewing, @purlturtle @catchingbigfish and @etjwrites
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Tag Game: Word Find
Thank you for the tag @etjwrites!!
My lovely words are confident, dusk, rabbit, and violet, and I shall use Puppet Kingdom for this. :)
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Confident Convince
“There, now you can better convince the others that you belong here,” I say, trying hard to keep any smugness or malice from my voice.
Dusk Evening
I nod and he leaves, as light on his feet as he came. Now, who else should I torment with my presence? Or why else would all those who paired with me keep leaving. If I looked, I’m sure I could find Kadison or Meira, eventually. Although… I could leave and spend the rest of my evening in peace, quizzing myself on the differences between dandelions and cat’s ear.
Rabbit
I slide from my seat and move to stand beneath them, just out of sight of the others. Far past the branches and the dappled light that decorates them, through the smoky reaching air of the capital, a place somewhere beyond the distance beckoned for me.
Grass shuffles beneath me. A fleeing rabbit or squirrel. Or so I think until it starts speaking. The words aren’t ones I understand, but they were no animal noises.
Violet
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I shall leave this an open tag for whoever would like to do this! Your words are priceless, honor, right, and name. :)
#this is a reminder for me to add more words to PK lol#tag game#word find tag#my writing#tag game: word find#searching circle#pk snippets#wip: Puppet Kingdom#etjwrites
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Tag: Word Find CCCLXXV
I was tagged by @celestepens and given the words drink, wipe, state, teeth, and star. Thank you!!
From Open Seas:
DRINK
“Tess! Tess, wait,” [Edward] called from behind her. He caught her elbow when they were between crowded rooms, tugging her back to him.
She stumbled into his chest, but pushed him away and took a large step back. Tears threatened at the edges of her vision again. “What? What could you possibly have to say to me after nine years of silence?”
He stared at her, drinking in her face like he wanted to drown in her. “I’ve missed you.”
“Not enough to write, though, or to let me know you weren’t dead.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Are you?” she demanded. “Or are you sorry you ran into me?”
“No, Tess—”
“Miss Bowen,” she corrected him. “If you’d please.”
WIPE
The young woman returned and joined them on the ground. “How are you feeling, Captain?”
“Like I was just beaten up by a brick wall.”
“He didn’t look that tough.”
“Then next time you get punched and I’ll steal the keys.”
The woman—Petra—grinned. “Are you planning on there being a next time?”
“No, but one can never have too many plans.” He finally sat up and wiped the blood away from his nose, frowning with disgust.
STATE
Lucia held up a hand again to draw the room’s attention back to her. “Before we settle on any plans, there’s one more option to discuss: Middlesmer Isle. I know it doesn’t sound like the ideal spot to drop off a society darling like Miss Bowen, seeing as it is possibly the most corrupt, criminal-filled city-state in this ocean and would undoubtedly chew her up and spit her out faster than she could realize what was happening, but hear me out.”
Tess frowned, forehead crumpling. She didn’t like the sound of this option.
TEETH
He stepped closer, his sword jangling at his side. The mermaid’s eyes snapped to the weapon and she opened her mouth wider than should have been possible, like a snake, to show off three rows of razor sharp teeth. She hissed and tossed herself back into the ocean.
Tess jumped to her feet and ran to the railing, just in time to catch the mermaid rejoining a small group off the port side and showing off her button.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare her away.”
STAR
Vidal snarled and lumbered towards the injured man. Tess reacted on instinct—she knew murderous rage when she saw it, and since everyone else in the hold was pointedly not paying attention to what was happening, it fell to her to do something.
“That’s enough,” she ordered, stepping between them and staring down Vidal.
“What?” he demanded, eyebrows shooting up.
“I said that’s enough,” she repeated. “Leave him alone.”
I feel like I’m using the same snippets from this WIP all the time but there are some exchanges I love too much not to share when given an opportunity.
I tag @eternalwritingstudent, @juls-writes, @etjwrites, and anyone else who wants to play! Your words are cool, soft, gentle, and calm. As always, no pressure!
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10 Signs That You’re in a Homestead Novel
The lovely and talented @etjwrites recently tagged me to share ten staples of my writing! Thank you for including me in this game, my friend, and I hope these answers satisfy many a curious mind:
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1. The end is nigh. Whatever the circumstances, the world my characters finds themselves in is on the brink of annihilation. The consistent corruption of humans over time has finally reached its inevitable climax and now all those living must decide how to salvage what is left, stop the apocalypse, and/or reinvent the universe entirely.
2. God is the new Gone Girl. What happened to the god(s)? No one knows, and neither do you. Whether they be sealed away, dead, lost to time, absent, or otherwise seemingly inactive, the influence of divine followers is felt - and a return of the god oft expected - but their presence lacking.
3. Under the sea is the place to be. Well, okay, maybe not sea - but you better expect to find a whole world beneath the surface! Whether it be an underground city, a cave system of ancient artifacts, the resting place of imprisoned spirits, etc. The dichotomy between the surface and underground always plays a pivotal in my stores.
4. You get an alignment change, you get an alignment change, everyone gets an alignment chaaaange! Like Oprah, I like to give away free opportunities for my cast to change their minds more often than not. Most protagonists begin on the Neutral spectrum - wanting what they want, regardless of morality - and experience a significant shift towards either end of the spectrum.
5. (Pokemon Trainer voice) Look, ma - a shiny! While I couldn’t tell you why, crystals smuggle themselves into every one of my stories. Often, they are the conduits of some spiritual and/or magical force. They may have different names in each universe, but don’t be fooled - it’s just rebranded.
6. Like the Greatest Showman, take me to the other side. If you don’t interact with and/or travel directly into a different plane of existence, it ain’t a Homestead story.
7. I’d like to order a novel, but can you substitute the plot for prose? Let’s face it: I’m a wordsmith first, a worldbuilder second, and a storyteller somewhere towards the end of the list. I hear words like I hear music, and thus, must string them together into a pleasant composition. If it’s too fancy for you? Consider it a literary dessert - good in small doses, too heavy for binging.
8. Secrets, secrets are so fun. Everyone has a secret. Some have many, too many - and are willing to do anything to keep them hidden. But rest assured, there will at least be one spymaster or information broker ready to turn your secrets into currency.
9. Mercy me, keep the faith! Mercy and faith are two themes I prioritize tackling in my stories, and from every angle imaginable. Even as a Christian, I do not shy away from asking difficult questions about grace, spirituality, tragedy, etc. and oft include characters who are willing to wrestle with their religion and/or morality.
10. Hope is always worth fighting for - even if it kills you. Not every character’s story ends in victory. Many die. Others fail. Some surrender. But there will always be an underlying sense that the battle is worth the sacrifice, even if it does not achieve triumph, solely because hope still lives.
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Tagging: @ayzrules, @dynadratina, @hysteriwah, @theelectricfactory, and anyone else wishing to participate! No pressure to do so, even for those tagged
#writeblr#writing#writers of tumblr#writers on tumblr#writing community#writeblr community#write#writer#writers#writer things#writing things#tag#tagged#tag game#etjwrites
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🍉⚓ for the ask game!!! 😊
Hello hello! Thanks for dropping by with a couple asks! ^^
🍉 What themes have you been writing about most this summer?
I've been writing a lot about justice, prejudice, and discrimination. Pretty heavy themes, but I think those are themes that I'm always writing about! There's also a little dash of sacrifice and simulation due to a couple of projects I've been working on on the side, but that's about it!
⚓ What keeps you anchored when writing gets hard?
My love of writing! It's a bit cheesy, but the truth is, when you really love doing something, even if you get frustrated with it, you'll probably come back to it and give it another shot, just 'cause you're passionate about it.
Sometimes, when the words are just not cooperating, I have to remind myself that I'm also not a horrible writer, at the very least. (Well, I like to think that I'm not horrible at writing!)
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