#Silent Saturday

[the-golden-comet]

✨💋Friday Kiss Tag✨💋

✨🎉🎊 Iiiiiiiiiit’s FRIDAY 🎊🎉✨

You know what that means. Smoochin’ (or share) Time! 💋💖

Some extra kudos and love to the following individuals who tagged me this week:

@kaylinalexanderbooks for a heads up seven up tag, @illarian-rambling for an OC deep dive, both @justabigoldnerd and @pippinoftheshire for both WIP Wednesday and Playlist Shuffle tags, @gioiaalbanoart for an open Mixed Fried tag, @ominous-feychild for a silent Saturday tag, @the-inkwell-variable for a Proud Of and Last Line tag, @willtheweaver for a Proud Of Tag, @sableglass , @words-after-midnight , and @tragedycoded for a Pride of Line tag, @noblebs and @illarian-rambling for Find The Word tags, @drchenquill , @tragedycoded , @ceph-the-ghost-writer , @cowboybrunch , and @theink-stainedfolk for a Writing Share Tag! ANNNND the Friday Kiss Tags from @leahnardo-da-veggie and @illarian-rambling !!Wow!! That deserves another smoochin’ gif! Thank you all!!

For everyone else who has tagged me who I may have missed, thank you so much and I always appreciate your tags!! As I wrap up Draft 2 of YWIMC, I will be very busy getting technical editing done and preparing the story for launch, so in the meanwhile I may miss some tags. Please always feel free to tag me, even if I miss them! I love seeing what the community is doing, even if I’ve been a little quieter than usual 💫✨

Now, onto the tag! 💛

Here are the kiss rules 💋✨:

Rules: From your Story/WIP, share a kiss. It can be any kiss, from familial pecks on the cheek, forehead kisses, platonic smooches, to full-blown makeouts.

And if you don’t have a kiss, no worries! You can still participate by treating this post as a writing share! 💚

Rules: Share a snippet of your writing!

I will attempt to fit as many tags this week as possible in this post as I give you this heartbreaking excerpt from YWIMC:

For the music tag, take some Christina Perri’s “Jar of Hearts” to set the stage:

And now, without ANY dialogue, get ready for a gutwrenching scene where Ali and Noah are fighting. I’m putting it underneath the cut because there is a ⚠️ trigger warning for domestic violence. ⚠️ Use discretion.

✨👇Tag list for writing snippets below. DM me if you’d like to be added 👇✨

In one last act of desperation, Noah started to scream. He screamed in pain, anger, sorrow, stress. He screamed a guttural scream that instinctively made Ali flinch and his gut turn. The djinn slapped a hand to Noah’s mouth to muffle the agony as Cauldwell tried pulling his head away, only briefly stopping his distressed cries to jolt out of Ali’s attempt to silence him. And in another attempt to stop the visceral screams, the genie wrapped his arms tightly around his master, and held Noah’s head to the frantic pulse in Ali’s neck.

In his fight or flight, Noah beat closed fists on Ali’s shoulder blades. Frustration, desperation, culminating sorrow bubbled out of his chest as he wailed into Ali’s neck, and onto Ali’s back. Cauldwell’s attempts at kicking were stopped by the genie’s knees pinning his legs down, and in the heat of the struggle Noah’s lenses slid off his face and clattered on the floor….the left lens cracking and the right one remaining whole.

Ali grit his teeth and bore the strikes, yet refused to let go. He held the back of Noah’s head, the face to his nape, and weathered the flagellation. Weaker and weaker the strikes rained, but the tempest would not stop the flood from Noah’s olive eyes. Anger and frustration gave way to despair, until finally Cauldwell crumbled.

Furious, hot screams turned into icy cries and frigid tears. The furious fists flexed their fingers to tightly clench the back of Ali’s collar. Noah’s arms, once trying to push away, pulled around Ali’s neck to bring him closer. The anger stinging Ali’s corneas simmered away as his face softened, washing cold sadness over his somber face.

Ali and Noah naturally slid to sit on the cool vinyl floor as the genie kept his master locked to his chest. Resting at the foot of the couch, Ali let a silent prayer parse his lips, pressing the plump skin to the top of Noah’s head as his eyebrows furrowed in deep contemplation.

Tag List for writing tidbits (lmk if you want + or -)

@autism-purgatory , @talesofsorrowandofruin , @ragin-cajun-fangirl , @wyked-ao3 ,

@glasshouses-and-stones , @alinacapellabooks , @gioiaalbanoart , @tragedycoded , @deanwax ,

@dyrewrites , @honeybewrites , @drchenquill , @paeliae-occasionally , @lychhiker-writes ,

@thatuselesshuman , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @phynewrites , @zackprincebooks , @fantasy-things-and-such ,

@finickyfelix , @billybatsonmylove , @madi-konrad , @houseplantblank , @far-cry-from-finality ,

@froggy-pposto , @fractured-shield , @avaseofpeonies , @topazadine , @thecoolerlucky ,

@theaistired , @somethingclevermahogony , @noxxytocin , @the-inkwell-variable , @seastarblue ,

@leahnardo-da-veggie , @addicted2coke-theothercoke , @illarian-rambling , @mysticstarlightduck , @the-letterbox-archives ,

@ominous-feychild , @saturnine-saturneight , @words-after-midnight , @hemlocks-grove , @cowboybrunch ,

@yourpenpaldee , @moltenwrites , @pixies-love-envy , @davycoquette , @writeahurricane ,

@nczaversnick , @greenfinchwriter , @oliolioxenfreewrites , @lavender-gloom , @smellyrottentrees ,

@aintgonnatakethis , @thecomfywriter , @pluppsauthor , @michellekarnold , @flurrysahin ,

@authorcoledipalo , @jadeglas , @spookyceph , @astramachina , @48lexr ,

@inseasofgreen , @agirlandherquill , @saebasanart , @leatafandom , @justabigoldnerd ,

@pippinoftheshire , @just-emis-blog, @aalinaaaaa , @badscientist , @dearunreliablenarrator ,

@worlds-tallest-fairy , @rhikasa , @eccaiia , @theink-stainedfolk , @theverumproject ,

@theprissythumbelina , @riveriafalll , @revenancy , @inadequatecowboy , @amielbjacobs ,

@patternwelded-quill , @sugarchains , @garthcelyn , @prettytothink-so , @leahnardo-pa-potato ,

@winvyre , @speaknowbuckley , @lamuradex , @wintherlywords , @sharkblizzardblogs ,

@dragoninatrenchcoat , @darekasama , @recklessgirl56 , @kokoass , @ziote ,

@paletteofseaglass , @basketcase1880 , @sableglass , @halfbakedspuds , @notwritinganyflufftoday ,

@twopercentboy , @mxtansy , @menaceofmemory , @unfilteredmoonchild , @blerdsong ,

@iamwhimsy , @beansmakesthings , @birdycage , @tiagems , @narkaholic ,

@irolynn , @petitprincess1 , @macinchiz , @owlsandwich , @stephtuckerauthor,

@sarandipitywrites , @mauvecatfic , @finchwrites , @aurumni-writes , @uiraya ,

@justanotherchangeling , @ahopelessnecromantic , @ryns-ramblings , @oleanderbailey , @365runesofthesystem

[ominous-feychild]

✦ silent saturday ✦

ty for the tag, @corinneglass!

rules: keep your scene “silent” without adding any dialogue (inner dialogue is okay)

i'm sharing a snippet from sun and shadow for this!

warning!!! touches on topics of: grief, parental loss, survivor's guilt, and loneliness

EXCERPT FROM:

SUN AND SHADOW

The moment the door closed behind Maritza, Frey sucked in a sharp breath and let her legs buckle under her.

Gods, what would I have done if she stayed? she wondered. The room still felt like it was spinning around her, trying to press into her and swallow her whole. Frey's whole body shook, but she curled into a ball as she tried to ignore how weak she felt.

Probably snap again, she thought, laughing brokenly. Then her heart twisted as she remembered when Maritza’s hands tightened around her necklace.

Like the one Frey used to have to cure her sickness, Maritza’s necklace was a conduit. She’d never mentioned it, but she didn’t have to—Frey could sense magic radiating from it whenever Maritza was around. Whatever it contained, it was powerful.

And that was the problem: Frey couldn’t tell what kind of magic it had. That wasn’t her forte—but, then again, it was unusual enough for her to be able to notice it contained magic, anyways. Most people couldn’t recognize conduits as what they were to begin with.

So, it easily could’ve been anything from Soren's water magic—stored in the conduit for Maritza just like he’d done for Frey—to something only meant to protect her.

Gods, why did I think she was going to attack me? Of course she wasn’t going to attack me, it’s Maritza. She's kind, and sweet, and—and timid, Frey thought brokenly. I scared her when she's done nothing but try her best to help me.

Anger swelled in her chest, accompanied by a more intense wave of heat and dizziness.

Frey buried her face in her legs and wrapped her arms over her head, struggling to think through the weakness wracking her body.

All because of Dad. Because he was there for her instead? Because he—

Dad, she thought, biting her lip. She couldn’t help remembering the last few moments before the shipwreck. The argument she’d had with him; how she’d told him she didn’t care. How obviously worried he’d been for her, while all she did was shout at him.

A mess of thoughts and feelings swirled through her—anger, grief, frustration, and guilt.

It was her fault they were there that day. Her fault the ship was wrecked, her fault Soren's crew died at sea, and her fault that their families were now mourning them.

And she kept speaking ill of him. A dead man. For the things he didn’t do for her.

When all she really wished for was for him to be alive.

Why didn’t I just tell him I didn’t want to get engaged? she wondered, chewing her bottom lip. He asked so many times. And I just—stubbornly insisted on it just because, what, I thought he didn’t care? ‘I’ll show him?’ It wouldn’t have shown him anything but how immature you are, Freya! 

And, oh, ‘wait, they’re faeries’? she thought mockingly, quoting herself. He probably did tell you that, and you just weren’t listening! Because why would you, huh? It’s only your entire life from now on that you’re insisting on for no good reason! Levebolg, what is wrong with you?

By now, the sickness had passed. The room had stilled, no longer spinning around her or trying to swallow her. It was just her.

Freya Ula.

Alone with her thoughts.

Again.

Her hand went to her pocket, where she used to keep Soren's totem. A magical item he’d made to communicate with her from afar. It’d contained his essence—his magical energy and very being—and was able to materialize a magical puppet to protect her. He’d sometimes possess it to actually be there for her, even when he was thousands of miles away.

But, now, it was gone. Lost in the shipwreck.

Like the rest of her.

‘I’m so sorry, Dad,’ she wanted to say. ‘I miss you.’

But she couldn’t. And she just had to accept that.

Taglist (no pressure!): @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet @illarian-rambling @ashirisu @urnumber1star

@the-letterbox-archives @48lexr @aalinaaaaaa @thecomfywriter @an-indecisive-nerd

and @seastarblue (+open tags!)

Divider by @saradika

[memento-morri-writes]

Silent Saturday Tag

Rules: Share a snippet that does not include any dialogue.

So I was tagged a whole three weeks ago by @space-writes but I never got around to sharing anything. A lot of my best or favorite writing involves dialogue, and given that what I've been writing lately is mostly dnd campaign interactions, there's lots of dialogue involved. But today I went back and revisited a snippet that I'd initially written a few months ago, after our first session of the Drakkenheim campaign, and I realize it would be a perfect candidate for this! (Especially since I already told Space about the events of this scene in the campaign...) So here, have a bit of what ended up becoming Session 1 PVP. (I'm sorry in advance if this sucks. I'm not very good at fight scenes. I make my sentences too long, and I never know how to describe motion.)

tw for body horror, death, and violence

Carrion stared out into the forest. The long-dead trees loomed menacingly overhead, but nothing moved between their trunks or in their branches. Satisfied that the woods were silent for the time being, he cast his gaze out over the sleeping travelers who lay spread out around the dying fire. None of them stirred or even snored. Ricard’s unsettling rasping breaths had stopped a few hours ago, and Carrion wasn’t even sure the corrupted man was still alive.  He peered closer, trying to see if he could see his chest rising and falling. Before he could really take in any details, Ricard threw off his bedroll. Moving fast, faster than he had any right to be, he got to his feet and moved over to where his companion, Ludwig, lay sleeping. Carrion leapt to his feet as Ricard grabbed Ludwig’s rapier.  Carrion opened his mouth to call out to him, but before he could get a word out, there was a blur of movement. Something lashed out from under Ricard's cloak, wrapping around Ludwig’s head and neck. There was a sickening squelch and snapping of bone as his skull and spine were crushed by what looked like a massive tentacle.  Ricard dropped Ludwig’s body and moved towards where Endra lay, still asleep. As he approached the remains of the fire, Carrion was able to get a better look at him. His mouth, nose, and ears had been replaced with gaping inky purple holes. The tentacle that had killed Ludwig, crushed him with so little effort, emerged from under his cloak, writhing in the air like an enraged snake. He raised higher, preparing to strike at Endra.  Carrion threw himself forwards, leaping over the embers of the fire as he barreled toward the monster. As he lept, his body began to grow. His bones lengthened and his flesh swelled. Strange bony ridges bulged under his skin, and short, thick spines erupted from his arms. Long, clawed nails extended from his fingers until each was at least the size of his pocket knife. His horns grew and split, fanning into a spiked crown-like growth. The world blurred and took on a dusky haze as his eyes were engulfed in purple. By the time he landed beside Ricard, he towered over the man by several feet. Ricard spun to face him, tentacle raised in defense. Carrion batted it aside and tore a clawed hand into Ricard’s side. Hot, sticky blood coated his skin, caking under his nails, and he remembered Valeska’s warning. Don’t touch him. It might be contagious.  It was too late for that, though. He attempted to dodge, throwing his body to the side as Ricard lashed out at him. He wasn't fast enough. The tentacle was surprisingly strong, lifting him off the ground as it wrapped itself around his ribcage. He thrashed against it, roaring in protest as the rest of the camp began to wake around them.

I'm going to tag @transmasc-wizard @zmwrites and @akindofmagictoo and anyone else who's reading this and wants to share!!

[the-inkwell-variable]

Silent Saturday Tag

Thank you, @the-golden-comet , for the tag!

Here is a silent snippet from From Matcha to Murder!

Amara moved from tree to tree, searching every crevice and low-hanging branch. She found plenty - engraved initials within wonky hearts, little poems that .ade her smile despite their awkwardness, notes from names she didn't recognize to people she didn't know. It seemed more than half the town was running their romantic entanglements through this clearing, even couples that had been together half their lives. It would be kind of sweet, if she wasn't solely fixated on finding one particular note from one particular person.

TAGGING @theink-stainedfolk - @willtheweaver - @leahpardo-pa-potato - open tag!

[tiffanydaleo]

Charcuterie

Maybe my last painting of 2023?

11/14” Acrylic on paper Instagram Facebook Pinterest Tumblr YouTube Link

[archivingheartbeats]

"A Harrowing Hymn"

[4/08/2023]

"You are there," they said as horror,

That there is no escaping wrath.

"You are there" they said, a fetter

Shackling young feet to the path.

They promised there is always fear;

In the fire, my judge is near.

What if it was not threat, but promise?

Into the deepest dark came light.

In the day of silence, redress

For the lost and captive plight.

You tore and twisted the last black gate:

You triumphed and called love from hate.

[ginuwinesqueen]

In God's silence, He is active! Happy Silent Saturday #SilentSaturday.

[fleetingmoment]

[martyschoenleber]

A Saturday Meditation Between Horror and Glory

Mis-named or Perfectly Named? Yesterday, in the mis-named/perfectly named, Good Friday, we reminded ourselves of the price of our redemption. Today we remind ourselves of the utter loneliness and suffering of the early disciples. On Saturday, their vision of the greatness of the sacrifice was obscured by the pain of their loss, and un-ameliorated by the glory of what would happen on Sunday…

[onifanss]

Tharchog x Yansae •

[busterkeatonsociety]

#SaturdayCaption this revealing scene with Buster, Ed Brophy and Joseph Girard in Doughboys. Please keep it clean ;)

[bagofbonesmp3]

[the-golden-comet]

✨ Silent Saturday Sunday Tag 🧞‍♂️✨

Thank you for tagging me here @lamuradex and here @willtheweaver ! 💖✨

Rules: Write something without any dialogue, inner dialogue aka thoughts is allowed but that's it, thoughts and actions, to keep the scene/snippet/whatever you wish 'silent'

I believe I have a strictly prose snippet in YWIMC I would like to share 💖✨

There were no ill intentions that Noah could tell, but again….by his own admission….he had trouble reading what others really wanted.

And what did he want? What would cause his fractured soul to glue back together again? If even his friends failed him, if even society failed him all those times that everyone took advantage of his weaknesses….Could anyone….anything help him at this point?

As always, this tag is +open and I am gently poking my tag list if they want to join as well! Have a great week, everybody! 💫✨

✨👇Tag list below for writing snippets. DM me if you’d like to be added 👇✨

Tag List for writing tidbits (lmk if you want + or -)

@autism-purgatory , @theprissythumbelina , @talesofsorrowandofruin , @ragin-cajun-fangirl , @wyked-ao3 ,

@glasshouses-and-stones , @alinacapellabooks , @gioiaalbanoart , @tragedycoded , @deanwax ,

@dyrewrites , @honeybewrites , @drchenquill , @paeliae-occasionally , @lychhiker-writes ,

@thatuselesshuman , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @phynewrites , @zackprincebooks , @fantasy-things-and-such ,

@finickyfelix , @billybatsonmylove , @madi-konrad , @houseplantblank , @far-cry-from-finality ,

@froggy-pposto , @fractured-shield , @avaseofpeonies , @topazadine , @thecoolerlucky ,

@theaistired , @somethingclevermahogony , @noxxytocin , @the-inkwell-variable , @seastarblue ,

@leahnardo-da-veggie , @addicted2coke-theothercoke , @illarian-rambling , @mysticstarlightduck , @the-letterbox-archives ,

@ominous-feychild , @saturnine-saturneight , @words-after-midnight , @sableglass , @cowboybrunch ,

@yourpenpaldee , @moltenwrites , @pixies-love-envy , @davycoquette , @writeahurricane ,

@nczaversnick , @greenfinchwriter , @oliolioxenfreewrites , @lavender-gloom , @smellyrottentrees ,

@aintgonnatakethis , @thecomfywriter , @pluppsauthor , @michellekarnold , @flurrysahin ,

@authorcoledipalo , @jadeglas , @spookyceph , @astramachina , @48lexr ,

@inseasofgreen , @agirlandherquill , @saebasanart , @leatafandom , @justabigoldnerd ,

@pippinoftheshire , @just-emis-blog, @aalinaaaaa , @badscientist , @dearunreliablenarrator ,

@worlds-tallest-fairy , @rhikasa , @eccaiia , @theink-stainedfolk , @theverumproject ,

@theprissythumbelina , @riveriafalll , @revenancy , @inadequatecowboy , @amielbjacobs ,

@patternwelded-quill , @sugarchains , @garthcelyn , @prettytothink-so , @the-inkwell-variable ,

@winvyre , @speaknowbuckley , @lamuradex , @wintherlywords , @sharkblizzardblogs ,

@dragoninatrenchcoat , @darekasama

[the-inkwell-variable]

Silent Saturday Tuesday Tag!

Thank you, @sableglass, for the tag!

Here is a snippet from the scene I'm struggling with in From Matcha to Murder, so please forgive its stiffness, it's still very much a work in progress!

Arrtaruk and his half-brother, Pippin Graymane (whose silver-dust-stained beard was surprisingly brown for a change) sported friend as sharp as the axes in their hands. Rinarv cheered from her stool at the bar, her hammer draper across her lap; the larger flat end bore many small spikes, reminding [Amara] of the meat tenderizer somewhere in her kitchen drawers. Sheriff Kain had one hand crossbow on the counter, one attached to his hip, as he scribbled in his notebook. In fact, she realized as she looked around, the only two people not brandishing a weapon of some type were Hendryk, who paced behind the counter, and SILENNA, casually draped across an armchair, stirring her tea with a bored expression on her face.

TAGGING @theink-stainedfolk for the FMTM snippet!

TAGGING @captain-kraken - @drchenquill - @i-can-even-burn-salad - @willtheweaver - open tag!

[tiffanydaleo]

Chromatic

Meet my newest painting "Chromatic"

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