#i do need to go work on my client work now though augh remember me fondly

[remyfire]

Had some fun today 💞

[reesewestonarchive]

10 questions tags

so in my absence I ended up with something like... fifty tags? a lot of tags. and they’re now all in my reading list and I’m going to draft them all so I can read and reblog and reply and whatnot, but holy shit, you guys keep busy.

I’m not tagging back because this is really long haha

tagged by @sleepy-and-anxious for questions

Do you have a writing routine?

noooooo lol. I don’t even write when inspiration strikes, haha. 

Early bird or night owl?

usually I’m awake at night? but having a scheduled job that needs me at eight am tries to put me to bed at a more reasonable hour haha

Who is your least favourite oc? Tell me about them.

...ooh. jon, probably, though even he has badly-justified reasons for doing what he does. maybe one of his clients, because there’s no good reason for them doing what they do, just that they do. (also I just... don’t like to talk about them haha)

How do you come up with plot ideas?

who knows! how do I come up with anything? I consume a lot of media, and it used to be that any time I’d watch a movie I’d be hit with inspiration. now my anxiety doesn’t let me watch a lot of movies so there goes that idea

Do you make playlists for your wip?

I do! oftentimes they suck or have very flimsy ties to my wip but hey

What software/type of document etc do you write on?

pages, evernote now apparently, also notes, because before I had pages on both my phone and my computer I wanted the cloud to help me keep shit straight. I used to email it to myself if I wrote on my phone... that was not fun haha

Do you like to gush about your wip or keep it secret?

a little of both? from the roof of my mouth gets talked about a lot. shadowed’s a little more secret just because it’s darker and I’m concerned no one’s going to want to hear about it?

If you could pick one song to describe your wip what would it be?

everlong :p

Did you make a writeblr for any specific reason?

I just wanted to connect with other writers? and it’s been great, up until my own bullshit made that difficult haha

also tagged by @writerachel

what are your top 3 favorite movies? 

can’t hardly wait, back to the future, and... oh. I blanked.

do you listen to music when you write? 

not usually. from the roof of the mouth is the first time I’ve been able to in a while, at least stuff that isn’t instrumental.

who’s your favorite character from any book you’ve ever read? 

oh. um. ...that’s a very good question.

what’s your favorite line from your current wip? 

less of a line and more of a passage, but when Nakoa uses the ‘dicey’ pun on dice’s nickname. also the ““I love you,” he says, and his voice holds steady.”

which of your current wips would you want to be a movie? (IF YOU HAVE ONLY ONE WIP: what book would you want to turn into a movie?)

well. that’s a good question. uhh.

do you have anything/anyone in your life that influences/inspires your writing? 

other writers here, and I’m lying if I don’t say raven specifically haha. otherwise, I mean, not really? I don’t write based on my own life because I get anxiety about it. 

starbucks or dunkin donuts? (I HAVE TO KNOW I’M SORRY!!)

I drink dunkin donuts coffee at home so I guess them? haha

can you write anywhere or do you have to be in a specific place? 

nah I can write anywhere. apparently my favorite is when I’m trying to fall asleep though

worst book you were forced to read in school? 

the alchemist. I also don’t care for to kill a mockingbird, and I read it twice for school

do you have any pets?

I do! some kitties!

tagged by @quill-and-ink-writer

What is your favorite time to write?

at night, hahaha.

Is there a book you would rewrite? If so, how?

I feel like I’ve been asked this before, and honestly... I don’t usually think like that? like I read books and usually they’re either good or great, ‘cause I don’t finish books I don’t like haha

Have any specific authors influenced your work?

I’m sure they have but I couldn’t name them.

Where do you draw inspiration?

from other media, other writers. I already mentioned one in particular up there :p

What’s your style/voice?

...? I don’t know?

Which of your OCs could become your best friend?

oh. um. I think I’d get along well with dice, or aero. nakoa’s probably too rowdy, haha. otherwise, there’s a character in autumn moon I’ve yet to introduce that’d fit the bill.

What’s the last book you read?

our bloody pearl by brynwrites which was way better than I expected (which isn’t to say that I didn’t expect it to be great but I was enamored through the day as I read it)

Are you proud or anxious when other people read your writing?

anxious, hahaha. I am never proud.

Do you nail down a character’s personality before you write, or do you prefer to let it grow in the story?

I try to nail it down. nakoa was supposed to be way more laid back and chill and his story was much less heartbreaking, but alas that’s what first drafts and rewrites do to you

Where’s your favorite place to write?

in bed, apparently

also tagged by @trevorparece

Standalones, trilogies, or behemoths of a series?

if I’m writing it, standalones. if I’m reading it, I like things that have more than one installment, because then it gives more opportunities for other people to get into it and then I can live in the world a little longer :p

What is your favorite line of your own writing?

oh, man. I don’t know. I write a lot of garbage.

What would your book’s epigraph be?

I’m really irritated that I can’t answer this question because it’s a very good question

How about its movie poster slogan?

AUGH THIS ONE TOO

If you were going to challenge yourself to try something new, what genre would you venture into?

scifi, lol. I already am trying it. it’s not my forte.

Who’s the first person you show a draft to?

me! just me. I don’t usually work in drafts so I’m nervous about it.

Is there an idea (be it plot or character or world) you’ve been tugging along since childhood, just waiting for the right moment to use?

nahhh. I either write them down and forget, forget them, or start writing them.

What’s the first creative thing you remember writing, and what did you learn from it?

something about aliens, or possibly a fantasy book that was meant to be a series? honestly--that it was easier to write than I thought it was.

What’s the strangest characteristic you’ve taken from real life and given to a character (could be yours or someone else’s)?

oh, I don’t know, haha. I don’t do this consciously. I’m sure I’ve done it, but I wouldn’t know I did it :p

Choose your fighter: Enemies to Lovers, There’s Only One Bed, or Pretend Dating Makes Real Feelings.

PRETEND DATING. fake dating is my most favorite thing

and @editedandwrittenbyhannah

How old were you when you started taking writing seriously (assuming you do now)?

guess it depends on the definition of serious. if it means publishing, it’s been back and forth because I don’t always want to publish, and I don’t always think everything I write could BE published. if it means attempting to write true to characters and plot and whatever, then... always?

How old do you think is the best age to start writing and why?

whenever. if the story’s in your mind and your heart, then put it to paper. you can always grow older and change it, if it needs to be, but there’s no such thing as ‘too old’ or ‘too young’ to start writing.

What is your ideal setting for writing?

in bed, before I fall asleep, lol. this is a popular question :p

What is the weirdest thing that has ever gotten your writer brain going on overdrive about a new idea?

oh. I don’t know. I don’t question inspiration these days, haha.

Do you edit before you post your writing to tumblr?

sometimes. actually, no, usually. and then I forget that I edited it. and it doesn’t make it back to my draft. don’t be like me.

What blogs have inspired you AND/OR motivated you to write? Tag ‘em so they know what they did for you.

@forlornraven @indecentpause @infinitelyblankpage @riftversus @lavenderas @theshadowsofthenight, but also, kind of the entirety of writeblr as a whole is good. I dig this community and watching everyone craft their stories has been kind of incredible. I don’t know writer people in real life, so the internet’s kind of how I find them, and I haven’t had a community of sorts since I was in high school. it’s nice to see everyone so determined and in love with their own work. reminds me it’s okay to not hate my stuff.

Who is your favorite tumblr writer?

...look I’m just gonna say I mentioned them by name already :p but the ones I mentioned in the question just before this are equally as awesome.

I just realized technically I mentioned all of writeblr. look how that works out :p

What is your favorite topic to write about? Read about?

I don’t know, I like contemporary fiction, stuff that’s realistic to write about because it’s the world I most know, obviously, and I’m used to reading about lgbt+ characters and a lot of the times those aren’t in genre fiction--at least not mainstream genre fiction)

or they weren’t, anyway.

but I like scifi too.

How old were you when you read your favorite book for the first time? How many times have you read it since then?

I don’t know that I have a favorite book. if it is, probably room, and I don’t really know lol

List 3 songs that you would NEVER listen to while writing because they’re too distracting for any reason at all.

all of them. ;;

[dreamstormdragon]

Vanished

Vanished

It had not been Jenny Schuyler’s month at all. She felt like a weight had settled on her shoulders and on her mind.

On the outside, she tried to act like she always did. Work hard with her clients, run her boutique as best as she could.

When she was alone however… that’s when the pain took over. A cold deep pain that seemed to wrap around her, threatening to make her fall at any moment.

It was never easy to recover from a death. She had lost one sister already… and now…

Oh Winnie… Why did you have to go too?

Jenny wiped at her eyes before trying to focus on the project in her sewing machine currently. Her heart wasn’t in it though. Everything reminded her of what she lost. Reminded her of how her father had reacted to the news and then during Winona’s memorial service.

“No… No, she can’t be gone. “ Isaac had murmured, shaking his head. “Not my Winnie… Not my Charlie… Neither of them. This is just a nightmare…”

“Dad… Oh Dad.” She brought her arms around him, burying her face a little. “I miss them too.”

She shook her head, trying not to focus on it nut it was hard. It always was.

Before, it had taken time but Winona and her had been able to get their father to somehow move past Charlie’s disappearance, at least enough he could smile again.

But after the accident, she hadn’t seen him do much else besides work in the garden or tinker with his music boxes and even those seemed to mirror the pain he was feeling.

It was heartbreaking and she could only cope with what she knew best.

Throw yourself into work, Jen.

Jenny felt the pendant around her neck, before taking it off and winding up the tiny key on the bottom.

“This one’s for you, Winnie. Remember when Dad would make us these pendants? And you would never wear yours cause you were worried it’d break?” She spoke aloud to the silent air, opening the lid on the pendant as a tune began to play.

As she worked through the evening, the shop began to darken as the sun lowered from the sky. Doing anything to keep from thinking too much about it.

Because she feared if she may, she wouldn’t be able to stop.

Just don’t think about it… Don’t.

Force it out. You’ve had to help pick up the pieces before… Tomorrow, I got plans with Dad. I’ll take him out for lunch and we’ll eat until we’re sick and I’ll make sure he’s taken care of.

I’m not going to fall apart. I can’t afford to.

When she took notice of the time, she cringed. She knew she had to try to get some form of sleep if she was going to keep her plans. She didn’t want to walk home in the dark but a task had to be done.

I’ll take one of those big knitting needles Winona carved for me last Christmas and if I have to, that’ll be my protection.

With much hesitation, she closed up her shop, gathering up her things. She was halfway down the block when she realized she forgot her pendant.

She looked behind her, sighing a little.

I can just go back for it in the morning before I stop by Dad’s place.

She frowned before nodding to herself heading back.

“It’ll save me time and… then I won’t have to think about it too much.” She reasoned, slipping inside the backdoor and heading back to her workroom.

She looked around before seeing it. She picked it up, looking at the little image painted on the lid. Of her name surrounded by lilies.

With Love, from Dad it read under it in tiny writing. She closed it, holding it close to herself.

“I promise I’m gonna bring you out of this one Dad.”

She heard the backdoor open and slam shut. She cursed a little, fear going through her. Jenny quickly moved through the shop, hiking her skirt up a bit to keep from getting caught on things.

She heard footsteps moving around the back room.

Just go to the front door and leave. Run as fast as you can.

The footsteps increased and before she got to the door, something collided with the back of her head. Jenny saw stars as she stumbled, trying to keep her balance. She didn’t see her assailant, trying to jab at them with her weapon.

Her wrist was grabbed as she was thrown back against the counter, the glass in the display case shattering with the force.

“AUGH!!!”

She saw a figure with a hood over their eyes.

“Where is the safe?”

“I… I don’t know what your talking about.” She lied.

The figure growled.

“I said, where, is, the, safe?” He struck her again as she cried out.  

“IN THE ATTIC!”

She felt something sticky on the back of her head. It was throbbing as well, with every breath.

Just my luck. I’m being robbed because I made one mistake.

The figure disappeared from her line of sight. Jenny struggled to get up, wincing as she felt her head. She could get away, she was just a few feet from the front door.

She took a shaky step, then another… when her hands were around the doorknob, she felt her head swim.

Her grip lightened as she slid to the ground, leaning against the door.

It was quiet. Eerily quiet. She heard something moving about up in the attic.

There was a screech like an animal as well as the thief’s voice before she heard a loud THUD!

Jenny swallowed hard, her hands coming up around her pendant.

“Please, please leave me alone.” She whispered.

She closed her eyes tightly before reaching for the door, pulling hard on the knob, managing to get it open. She tried to run but the pain in her head intensified as she stumbled before collapsing, her head colliding with the pavement as she cried out.

Someone… Anyone… Please…

She looked around blearily until her eyes locked with a set of green ones that stood over her.

“Say, Miss, You don’t look so good.”  A familiar voice said full of concern. Jenny’s gaze managed to focus a little as her eyes widened in shock.

“You…”

“Let’s skip the pleasantries.”

“William why-”

“Let’s worry about you.” He knelt beside her, lifting her upper body into his arms. “Hm… I’d say that fiend managed to give you a good concussion but the blood… Tsk. So rough over such petty things.”

Jenny winced before relaxing as she felt the pain fade away.

“What’re you doing…?”

“Just taking care of things. I had an offer for you but I can’t make it if your too out of it to even properly agree.”

What the heck is going on? I have to be having a nightmare. This is just a nightmare.

The last time she had laid eyes on this man, she recalled a rough almost cold look in those eyes. Not these eyes that were filled with concern.

“Where’s… Where’s Charlie? Is she still…?”

“She’s alive. Winona too, Jenny. I… I wanted to take you to them.”

At least for as long as I could before he wakes up. I had to work so hard to get these few minutes of freedom.

I have to hurry.

William finished healing her injury before helping her up, making sure she could stand.

“I’ll send you back.” Somehow. “But… if you want to see them… or at least see Winona, I know where she’s been camped out.”

“Please… Please. Then I need to get Dad. He’ll be so happy.”

William winced at how desperate Jenny looked. He couldn’t blame her after the ordeal she had just been through.

He took both of her hands in his focusing.

“Just be warned… This isn’t normal.”

They disappeared within seconds, Jenny finding herself with another splitting headache as she looked around her. She brought a hand to her head with a wince.

“Mgh… What hit me again?”

William steadied her when she stumbled again.

“That’s the effect of this world. A headache is expected.” He explained quickly, handing her a backpack. “Winona’s camp is north of here. You’ll find her-” He gasped as he felt a chill go through him, fear in his eyes.

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!? Maxwell shrieked in his mind, causing William to cry out a little.

“W-William!?”

“Go to her and stay with her. Stay out of the dark. Charlie is not… is not herself. She can’t control-”

YOU SHUT UP RIGHT NOW!

NO!

Jenny had a look of horror in her eyes as William struggled to even stay where he was.

“Just move! Stay out of the dark and don’t starve! You have to live!”

Jenny gulped before breaking into a run to where he had pointed to. She looked back, hearing William scream in agony, falling to his knees. She saw shadows come around him before fading away.

I don’t know what’s going on but I’m not going to question this chance too much.

Please ,Winnie, hang on.

Charlie, you too.

And Dad… Hang in there.

We’ll all be home soon.

oooooooooo

More feels for ya. This time how Jenny got transported... And showing some details about what finally broke William. Max was NOT happy about this

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading!