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My brain the second I sit down to write:

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Posting on AO3 is like, I'm doing this for myself, but also immediately refreshing the page every 5 seconds to see if you get any hits comments or kudos. But totally only writing for me.

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Stille Nacht

Oh silent night When the presents Are unwrapped And the feast eaten When stars shine For those who sit In contemplation Oh the year behind

Oh silent night Reserved for the sighs Of a mother tending A tiny child Just newly born Under the glistening starlight This silent night

Oh silent night When through the decades Ties a line Of redemption A second chance A hope to find All wrapped so quietly now Here in this silent night

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How the Frog brothers would react to meeting a seasoned vampire hunter:

-As you would expect, Edgar would be wary of you at first

-He doesn't trust newcomers to Santa Carla, so he would steal glances at you if you ever entered the store or were on the boardwalk

-Much like his brother, Allen has no problem interrogating you

-Where you're from, what's your business in Santa Carla and had you noticed anything...strange about the place

-At first, you would find these kids questions somewhat endearing, trying to remember the last time you were this passionate about something

-"Kid, if I wanted weird, I would stick around till nightfall"

-Eventually, you begin to browse the store, taking comics into your hands and examining for anything of interest, Edgar and Allen hot on your tail

-You take a familiar edition into your hands, and scoff rather loudly

-"What's wrong with it?" Edgar would ask immediately, the last thing he needed was faulty merchandise

-"They always spell the name wrong. It's Van Helsing, not Ven Hellsing." You would explain

-The boys would shoot you a look of doubt, Allen quickly asking how you would know that

-"It's my last name, kid."

-You don't know the flood gates you just opened

-They won't let you leave the store without answering all their questions

-"Who was your first kill? Is it true that you've been doing this for decades? Is it a family-"

-You would raise your hand, promising to answer their questions in good time, so you offer to take them out to the boardwalk

-They consider themselves your unofficial proteges

-The times where you would be alone on the boardwalk would be scarce, for as soon as the brothers would see you, they would come calling

-"Did you really behead one of them?" Alan would ask in pure bewilderment

-You would chuckle

-"Some yes...other met their end differently"

-Needless to say, you would become a sort of idol to the Frog Brothers, someone they would soon strive to be as good as or better then

-You just wished they would take your warnings more seriously

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I feel like people who aren’t writings would be very confused by my and other writers accounts. I don’t want to speak for everyone, but I do genuinely love writing and most of the time I’m playing it up. But with anything and everything creative it can be hard sometimes to be to create even though you love doing it.

So if anything, I’m not annoyed at writing because I don’t like it. I’m annoyed that I can’t do something I love whenever I want to. But that’s just me

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Me: I love writing, it’s so fun and creatively stimulating!

Also Me while I’m writing:

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Tyler Dempsey

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✍🏼 Word Find Tag (drop, door, skeleton, sleeve)

Thanks to @aalinaaaaaa for the tag!

📝 Search for the given words in your story. If your story doesn't have a word, you can use a variation on it or a word with a similar meaning.

These are from Name From Nowhere...

DROP

I let my eyes drop out of focus and think about how often I stop being myself and fall into whatever identity I’m occupying for a job. I’ve been so many other people, sometimes I’m not sure who I am underneath or if there’s anything left of me at all.

DOOR

“Want to wait it out a bit?” he says, and sits on one of the steps leading from the porch up to a door that looks like it hasn’t been used in years and was only ever kicked open before that.

SKELETON

My knees are too sharp through the thin grey trousers they put me in before letting me out. Everything is bones. I’m a skeleton. I’m a bruise.

SLEEVE

I pull the sleeves of the sweater I borrowed from her, the sweater I’ve been sleeping in, hiding in, living in, back from my hands and crack my knuckles one by one.

Tagging @drippingmoon, @duckingwriting, @dyrewrites and @eyes-talks-ocs if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in.

The words to search your WIP for are dark, light, night, and morning 🩷

Reblogs, replies etc on my tag posts are always welcome, but if you're doing this tag yourself, please make your own post instead of using mine to start a reblog chain.

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Find the line

Tagged by @kaylinalexanderbooks here

Rules: post lines from your WIP that follow the given prompts! Then change ONE prompt for the next folks!

Leaving an open tag for these lines

a line describing location, a line that is a lie, a line about exhaustion, a comforting line, a line about the weather

Pulling my lines all from my WIP Underworld Fanfic with OCs in it

a line describing location

Simone walked quickly across the street with the two men and up the stairs. The door was unlocked just as she had been told it would be in that note. Stepping into the apartment she immediately took in her surroundings noting that the males with her did as well.

a line that is a lie

“They killed my sister. I’m going to avenge her.”

a line about exhaustion

They sat in silence again for a while before Riley yawned and flopped sideways, resting her head on Simone's shoulder despite Raze’s snarl.

a comforting line - IDK how comforting it actually is? when in context? but hey no one died.

Lucien could not stop his instincts to reach out and touch the small vampire woman. His fingers light a her elbow as he snarled at the approaching vampires. His instincts soothed when she didn't pull away from him. 

a line about the mundane

“’Ello?” Riley's face was buried in the hotel pillow and her phone pressed against her ear.

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Find five lines

Thanks @mysticstarlightduck here!

Rules: post lines from your WIP that follow the given prompts! Then change ONE prompt for the next folks!

I think a SOTL focused round will be fun!

A line describing location

From School of the Legends Year One

Jack scrutinized the castle before him. It stretched up, up, up into the sky--and as they were already in the clouds, Jack didn’t want to know how high the tallest tower was above the ground--how he wouldn’t like to be the poor bloke who was defenestrated from it. The castle was made of some sort of dark stone, giving it the unsettling feel of a haunted house. There was the cobblestone path, yes, but on either side of it, Jack realized that yes, they were still on clouds, though where the castle was, the clouds were dark and gray, and when Jack listened closely enough, he realized that there was a booming irregular pulse of thunder that shook the ground ever-so-slightly, enough to cause the stone beneath his shoes to rattle.

A line that is a lie

From School of the Legends Year One

Jack exhaled through his nose and turned back to his homework. “Aren’t you coming?” “I will, yeah.” Jill grunted.

A line about exhaustion

From School of the Legends Year One

By the time they reached the beanstalk and Beau wrapped the vines around them for the descent, Jack was exhausted. He was certain it was the afternoon by now, but he’d lost complete track of time. On the way back to the ground, Jack realized with a groan that he was still going to be expected to do his chores. All he wanted to do was go back to bed and rest. Maybe Dad would accept the stuff they got as offerings in exchange for not having to do chores.

A comforting line

From School of the Legends Year One

She placed the key back in the mini-safe, tucked it back into its corner, and finally turned to her dinner. She made herself comfortable in the oversized, cushioned chair in front of the plastic table tucked in the corner beside the window that was never opened. On the table rested a touch-screen tablet. Úrsula shuffled through the playlists she’d made over the years, finally choosing one titled “Classical Music.” Bach blared through her speakers, making her jump. She lowered the volume on the tablet to a comfortable setting, then finally began to eat her dinner.

A line about the unexpected

From School of the Legends Year One

“This is addressed to you,” he said, holding out the envelope. Tierney took it, mildly confused. He looked down and saw his name--including the royal family surname, Wayne, that was so seldom used--in a neat script. He glanced at the return address, and was surprised that it was from the United States. Oregon, specifically, which Tierney vaguely remembered was a state. It at least sounded familiar. “Tierney.” He looked up to see his parents at the top of the staircase leading toward the west wing. “Who’s the letter from?” his father asked. “Dunno,” Tierney answered. “Some American, apparently.”

Your lines: a line describing location, a line that is a lie, a line about exhaustion, a comforting line, a line about the mundane

Tagging @azz-writes @aziz-reads @foyle-writes-things @duckingwriting @vesanal

+ ANYONE ELSE

SOTL intro

SOTL tag list (ask to be +/-): @illarian-rambling @katwritesshit @wyked-ao3

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Find the word tag

@duckingwriting and @mysticstarlightduck tagged me a long time ago, and here are the only words from their combined lot that I could find...from Invisible Girl :)

Haste:

Half falling in haste, Velia and Fynn made their way back down to cut through the crowd. A man with a wallet half hanging out of his coat pocket distracted Velia briefly, but she forced herself to turn away and steer back on track. They had enough problems without half the police force on their tails.

Wagon:

Occasionally people would spot the train and wave. A man driving a wagon down the road parallel to the tracks. A pair of siblings, no older than twelve, running until they couldn’t keep up anymore and were left behind.

Paper:

“Velia,” Antonio continued, “I trust you. I trust you to keep hidden and deliver the plans to New York safely. Also, they can’t see you, so they can’t shoot you.” He held out his paper again. “Please.” “Don’t,” Velia burst out. Don’t trust me. “You can’t—” “It’s okay,” Antonio said, and smiled. “You’re smarter than you know.”

I'll leave this tag OPEN! 🥂🌈💜💛🎉 New words: pot, prison, and pray <3

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Last Line/Out of context line

Tagged by @mrbexwrites here, @willtheweaver here, @oh-no-another-idea here

Going to leave an open tag

Oliver took to gently licking over his gland instead, hoping to soothe him.

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Last line tag

Thanks for this one, @indecentpause! 🌸

"Nope," he said cheerily. "Usually, I'm too much of a miser to shuck out dough for coffee when I can make a terrible and disgusting version back at my place for cheaper.”

Wrote 1.5k of this fic yesterday, a lovely and relaxing break from the bigger heavier original WIPs. :) This is totally not a comment on my own personal outlook, noooo, definitely not. 🙄

Gentle tags for @drippingmoon @pandoras-comment-box @duckingwriting @k--havok @eccaiia and anyone else who sees this!

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Last line tag

Tags from February (eek) from @revenantlore @sleepy-night-child and @duckingwriting - thanks, guys! I went to a cafe today and sat and wrote for 2 hours and it was sheer bliss (hellO free refils!). Here's some Bent Nails from today!

“Nice. You should come back, watch another game,” Bobby said, winking. Sutton flipped through a list of replies in her head, trying to guess which one would piss him off the most. Maybe nothing was the best something. Then again… “Baseball isn’t really his thing,” Sutton said, using Michael and praying he’d go along with it. “But we’ll see.” Bobby blinked. “Ciao,” Sutton said, enjoying being more nonchalant and carefree and devastating than she normally was. “Nice playing.”

No pressure tags for anyone who sees this and also @laisley-writes @ashfordlabs @author-a-holmes @captain-kraken @kittensartswriting

and @sparrow-orion-writes! 🖤🌑

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Last line/ out of context line tag

Thanks for the tag @gioiaalbanoart @theink-stainedfolk

From Snow on the Pines:

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“Wait, so you’re telling me that…”

“Yeah. I know. I could not believe it at first. But there is no denying that it was all true.” Fen told her [Playa]

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Tagging @inseasofgreen @thepeculiarbird @winterandwords @glasshouses-and-stones @diabolical-blue

@laureleavess @wyked-ao3 @lavender-gloom @thewritingautisticat @duckingwriting and open tag

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~ @duckingwriting

Thank you!

Sanpala

The Sanpavir believe that water is the greatest source of heiros and abide by the saying – reishi merath siresh.

This translates to “all (every) water forgives” – which basically means that water doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t care what you have done in your past or how much toxic heiros is in your soul – water is so powerful that it’s enough to wipe out all you have done wrong.

The motto is part of the reason why so many sailors are attracted to this religion. Most of them have been cast out by society and it reassures the belief that they belong somewhere – there is something that doesn’t give a damn what they did.

It’s possible that they were the ones who actually started this saying, as the original sailors were all criminals. They could have coined the phrase as a way of forgiving themselves (and each other) of their sins.

They don’t have a sacred text, as the religion is primarily passed through word-of-mouth between those at sea.

Blue Blood Taglist: @rhikasa @noblebs @theskeletonprior @writernopal

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