#kyofsonder

[365runesoftheamalgamations]

🪷 I always adore seeing what you have written and being able to come back to them when we finally answer the Tag Games that we always tend to hoard. We love your writing, my dear, you have a way of taking you and bringing you along for the entirety of the ride.

Also, I adore the fun fact! What an idea, the Library and the god, and the giant space that he exists. I am sure it is quite the plight, to try to find common ground, especially when you do not look alike. Maybe the lonely god can find himself a friend.

Find the Word

I was tagged by @aohendo to find a select set of words in my WIPs and tag others to keep the game going. Thank you for the tag, and for the chance to play my favorite game again!

My Words: tight, tingle, tear, time, test

I’ll Tag: @talesofsorrowandofruin, @dumbthunder, @writewithfire, @crossroadcrow, @365runesofwriting, @galaxialdarktale, @ancient-writeblr, and as always anyone who wants to join can use the following words and say I tagged them!

Your Words: choose, trick, neighbor, speak, linger

Also as always, the excerpts themselves go under the cut.

I found tight in my short story WIP “Kiyo”:

She doesn't even say good night, which I half expect her to do since I say it to her every night. Both of us break the habit. I almost whisper it to myself, just to keep the routine going, but that heavy feeling I've been using to press my other emotions down has a tight grip on my words. None of them make it out this time. I make some sort of noise instead, something that sounds like the feelings weighing me down. I really hope I'll be able to sleep this off and go back to normal in the morning. If Kiyo is even still here in the morning. My body curls in on itself under the covers. She never said when she plans to leave, just that she can't stay. She could disappear at any time. I open my mouth one more time, but even simple noises refuse to come out this time. My teeth clench and I tell myself to let it go. Let her go. Just... sleep this all off.

I only found tingle in an excerpt I’ve shared a few times before, so I’ll share a fun fact instead:

All of my stories take place in the universe of Eisenrell, and within that universe there’s a particular world where all information in the known universe is archived. The archive itself, built out of underground tunnels spanning the entire planet, is a massive library called T’raethun. Digital, magical, and analogue storage methods ensure that no information is ever overlooked and old information can continue to be sorted and preserved even as new information is constantly coming into the facility. The head librarian of T’raethun is actually a displaced god whose old world was destroyed. Not wanting more cultures to be lost to time like his, this god founded T’raethun so that no matter how long or how short the lifespan of a culture its memory would live on in some capacity. They’re a kind and patient god, but man people find him difficult to approach or understand due to his body taking the form of an ant large enough to fill a studio apartment wall-to-wall. It’s made relating to the other librarians and archivists somewhat… challenging over the millenia.

I found tear in my novel WIP “Apricots”:

He's not exactly sure what logic path his mind has taken in this featureless emptiness, but the color of the tea once it's fully steeped suddenly seems extremely important. The lightest shade of orange, so soft that he can feel the texture of its namesake. There's a splash of it in his peripheral vision. Apricot. His impulse had been to avoid looking at these colors, to keep his head from breaking apart, but now he focuses intently on that one area of light. The sound seems clearer than it has from any other spot so far. When it fades, a sense of urgency pulls at his throat like an animal threatening to tear it out as soon as he does something to provoke an attack. He swallows his fear as well as he can and searches for the next flash of apricot.

I found time in my novel WIP “To Be Honest”:

"That's just it, actually!" Dan keeps talking while Micah gets his shoes on and walks out the door, ignoring the sounds of the door refusing to close and Micah grumbling at its lack of cooperation -- he doesn't have the time for this -- "You send in reports all the time, but we never get to read them or ask about you or know how you're doing! I know we're competing against each other, but Finn and I don't want to lose contact with you as our cousin or as our friend just because of some rivalry and distance. We want to hear how you are, know what you're doing, in your own words. We want to know you're alright, Micah. That you're adjusting to college life okay, and not feeling too overwhelmed by things."

I found test in my novel WIP “A Place to Return” – in a scene that also contains tear and time:

The time it takes to change his shirt -- putting on something that doesn't have a small tear stain on the sleeve -- and get down the stairs. That's all the time he'll give himself to untangle his thoughts. Take everything related to his own body and the person living in it, set it all into a corner where he can deal with it later. Owen's questions. His training. His progress. He should be taking the Mercenary Guild Test any day now, if they don't swap back in time for Leo to take it himself. He'd never show it, not even in writings to Leo, but he's probably anxious. Wondering if he can pass in Leo's place. Hoping he'll get the chance to go on "adventures" like he'd told Leo about when they'd first started writing to each other. Practicing until Jo pretends to write notes to Leo in their Ryedenne journal, having an access to it that nobody does with the Earth journal, threatening him into sleeping properly. Leo laughs under his breath at the thought, knowing he doesn't look like the kind of person who could be threatened.

I found more of these than I’d expected, and realized I write “time” into a lot of my work a lot of the… time. This was fun, thank you again for the tag!

[inkovert]

Out of Context Line Tag

Thank you @chauceryfairytales for the tag!

It was funny how easily lies could be spun when you convinced yourself you weren’t technically lying, when you weren’t staring in the face of the person you were lying to. 

Tagging: @that-chibi-writer, @kyofsonder and @amywrites256.

[cheerfulmelancholies]

Badly Described WIP Poll

Tagging with zero pressure: @kyofsonder , @winterandwords, @pluttskutt and @talesfromaurea

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC in three

Thanks @captain-kraken for the tag! Sorry it's been a bit.

Rules: find three images that fit your OC! Remember to cite your sources and include image descriptions!

Noelle Bishop (TSP)

[image ID in the alt text]

Already did an OC in fifteen with Noelle!

OC in three: Lexi, Maddie, Ash, Gwen.

Source 1 | Source 2 | Source 3

Tagging @blind-the-winds @theelfauthor @theeccentricraven @addicted2coke-theothercoke @memoriethereaderandwriter-blog @little-peril-stories @cherrybombfangirlwrites @dyrewrites @aziz-reads @kyofsonder @mk-writes-stuff @toribookworm22 @the-grim-and-sanguine @cowboybrunch or anyone else if you want to jump on

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester

[harleyacoincidence]

I was tagged in a long chain, but unfortunately had issues reblogging it. Here's the link.

Here's my addition:

Thanks for the tag!

Also, why do I have to choose?! I love all my mutuals and hold each one dearly. I'll be tagging all of them that haven't already been mentioned on here.

@cafeforwriters @lyutenw @ssumeyye @ghostly-writer @albatris @lost-on-the-highway @theonewhocallsthemselfnight @rad-rot @guessghost @scumoforion @twistthing @whizpill @littletransboi @melonsap @dickgumshoesconfettishredderr @chiefblossomm @madamedeppp @lilac-honey @bonnieshangout @ancientsorcerer @orchidcrimezz @immortaladrien @rubellyte @stanrendipity @stesierra @kyofsonder @lycaens @rbbess110 @aalinaaaaaa @thedeerwight @lordpudi @amostdelectablescribbler @aziz-reads @raspberrykraken @scribe-of-storiess @voidismyhome @blackcrxwking @quisyop @zephzstuff @apolline-lucyy @miles-style @firesmokeandashess @sithbelle @junypr-camus @olive-riggzey @olivescales3 @desolationgerry @sm-writes-chaos

I think I got everyone that wasn't already tagged.

[365runesoftheamalgamations]

Heads Up, Seven Up [ 16 ]

hello and how are you?

Thank you to @kyofsonder for leaving the tag! You can find his response right here!

Rules: Post 7 lines (or paragraphs, or whatever!) of your WIP, then tag 7 people!

Tagging: @leahnardo-da-veggie | @talesofsorrowandofruin | @magic-is-something-we-create | @enchanted-lightning-aes | @wintherlywords

Snippet from Bentley's Resolve

“Mumera."

Bentley almost laughs with how much more he being left behind, instead nods at the word and gives the child a small smile.

“What a name. I didn’t anyone really named their kids after the World itself.”

The child frowns, something sitting in that expression, but Bentley doesn’t get to explore it. It is like the waking of a dream, his eyes distrusting his environment one second and then blinking him back into his room the next.

He stares into the darkness, his eyes slowly adjusting to give him all of the context he needed to know that he was indeed in his own room again. No plants were crawling over the walls, no lantern was lit and burning without expectation, no child was sitting only a few feet away from him, filled to the brim with both Magicks and mysteries.

Bentley tries to wrap his mind around his environment, one hand running distractedly over his familiar sheets before they ghost over his side. He glances down, finds that the black stains are still gone, along with the soreness that had followed him into sleep during the night. He touches against his side, tries to remember when he was stabbed, remember what could has cause something like Blight to sit beneath his skin, like it had settled there with permission.

It reminds him of the Shade, of the Phantom that had more than devoured the Being of Humanity that it was attached to. The thoughts make Bentley’s skin crawl in the worst way possible, and he immediately shakes them away for favor of getting up, thoughts shifting from the Blight to the child that kept him from whatever fate awaited him.

[mrbexwrites]

9 Lines, 9 People

Tagged by @talesofsorrowandofruin here- ages ago. Thanks for the tag, and sorry for not picking it up sooner! I have a massive tag-backlog that never seems to shrink!!

Passing the tag (no pressure or obligation) onto @emberlyric @gummybugg @aalinaaaaaa @amandacanwrite @scifimagpie @ryns-ramblings @kyofsonder @your-absent-father @at-thezenith + open tag

Trying to figure out who Auggie is, which led me onto this deep dive into Victorian Spiritualism, so regardless, not much writing today!

Auggie had been my partner for the last eight years. Despite being born in 1852, he didn’t look a day over thirty. Having grown up during a time when mysticism, occultism and spirituality were all the rage, August Durbain had inadvertently become a master sorcerer whilst trying to prove every medium, spiritualist and shaman speaking to the dead was a fraud. He’d devoured every book on magic he could get his hands on, learning every spell, incantation and hex, which he kept in his encyclopedic brain.  If he’d been born in this century, he’d probably be diagnosed somewhere along the autism spectrum. He rarely made eye contact with anyone when he was speaking, unless it was to discuss magic, which he could discuss ad nauseam. Just don’t get him started on Aleister Crowley, otherwise, he’d have you cornered for days, almost ranting about how, despite popular culture, he was most definitely not a magician or occultist, and was the biggest fraud of them all.   Unlike me, he liked strict routines, and rules. I figured we’d been placed together because I needed discipline, and he needed someone who wasn’t so rigid. 

[calicohyde]

Tagged by @artdecosupernova-writing to post the last line I wrote.

[EXPLICIT]

She never makes him, he could just ask normally. But it's just so much more fun to sink down onto his knees at her feet, pitch his voice all soft and sweet and a little girlish, and plead for her cock with as much vulgarity as he can possibly manage.

from take away the glass, currently 35k Sign up to be tagged when I post this or other Ted Lasso fanfiction on @izzyspussy.

I tag @kyofsonder @jezifster and @justsome-di.

[gottestod-writes]

Find the Word Tag Game

Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag here.

My words: arm, subject, learn, incapable (couldn't find the last one)

New words: mother, green, fold

Tagging @kyofsonder @kirsten-is-writing @shabriri @squarebracket-trickster @spitefulbull @hallowedfury

Read on for the (arguably unedited) snippets

Arm

The final jury member arrived, a tad later than recommended. He was a small angel of a mouldy complexion who smelled like cigarettes. He sat down next to Lucifer, nodded at him, and immediately turned into immovable dust as everyone's attention was drawn to the beginning of the court proceedings. The side door was pulled open and gave way to Samael. He was tall with spider limbs, which he hid under a long-sleeved robe that could fit at least two of him. It did not have the intended inflating effect but made him look like a coat rack with back problems. The only impressive parts Lucifer could find on Samael were his condor wings, which he had spread to full size to grab the gallery’s attention and signify that the trial was about to begin. He seated himself on a cushioned chair on the side of the main floor, below the jury. For a moment, Lucifer believed to detect the odour of coal tar.

The judge, Orphiel, was to walk in next, an angel as wide as he was tall with long purple waves framing his bust. A murmur quieted to anticipation.

After taking his place between the eye window and the walnut desk, Orphiel spread his arms wide, saying, “Welcome, my highest Lord and Father, my esteemed Seraphim and Cherubim, my dear angels, on this blessed yet tragic day. Today, we meet to witness the kingdom of Heaven, represented by Samael, charging our defendant, Lilith, resident of Eden, with the treacherous crimes of disobedience to our Father and going against the grain of what she was created for."

Subject

Lucifer dropped the cube of clay onto the floor of the laboratory, and began unwrapping it. On the Father’s workbench was the torso of a woman: no head, no extremities, and entirely shaped of clay. Next to that sat a metal bowl with the rib in it, washed and white. Behind the glass partition, Raphaela was busy sewing Adam back up, blood splatters on her scrubs.

"Of course not, Father," Lucifer wondered why the Father was telling him this. Maybe because Lucifer had witnessed the first woman, Lilith. Maybe because there was nobody else to listen right now and Lucifer was, against his will, obligated to. He refrained from shaking his head: she was being replaced so fast. Of course, it made sense, now that she was gone, but the Father had not even referred to her by name as if she had been forgotten already.

"I'm making a new woman for Adam," the Father beamed, "but I had this brilliant idea: if I include part of him in her, she's gonna be tied to him. Not like that wretched failure I created last time." The Father spat a little while speaking, “Wasn’t she just the worst? Never met anyone this ungrateful, it wasn’t even funny anymore.”

But Lucifer's documents called for him, and he also had to handle the bill from the hardware store. It had to be logged to reimburse him which would be tricky since he had not necessarily chosen the cheapest option. Accounting would not be happy with him.

Just as he had settled back in at his desk, annoyed that he had accidentally removed his pen without checking which line it was pointing at, the red light lit up again.

"I also need flowers," the Father said. "And can you accompany Raphaela back out? She's done tidying up."

Adam on the operating table was stirring lightly. It had to be unpleasant to wake up with a missing rib. Lucifer was glad that fully-fledged angels like himself were not subjected to such arbitrary treatment.

Learn

“Cruel? Me?” she scoffed and pointed at her own chest, her dove wings flapping. “Again, Luci, I run a free clinic. Arguably, I’m the most caring angel in this ungrateful country. I’ve thought about closing it plenty of times, after all, it is charity-run, and the Cherubim and Seraphim aren’t as generous as they used to be.”

Lucifer raised his hands. He wanted to interrupt her, but she kept ranting and gesticulating.

“I’m basically running this on our Father’s and my money alone. Ordinary citizens almost never donate anything at all. And I’m the cruel one for expecting others to put in any effort at all? I offer my hand and they take my arm. I really should close the clinic, I’ve been too soft. Sarathielle keeps saying they need a new head for the military hospital unit, maybe I should do that and let the ingrates look after themselves.”

“I wasn’t blaming you,” Lucifer blurted out, not loudly but abruptly enough to make Raphaela stop.

She deflated and pressed her lips together. Around her jaw, the muscles were tensing and relaxing. One wing was still twitching.

“I don’t think it’s your personal responsibility,” he continued. “But I also don’t want to throw these angels to the wolves.”

Raphaela’s expression seemed frozen as she stared out the window into the sunset, “It’s all of our responsibility. And it’s not like throwing anyone to the wolves, but rather like a hatchling leaving the nest. They have to learn to fly eventually and retake their place in society, lest we make our nation weak. And if they’re sick as you say, they probably already use my services, so what’s the impact on me and my clinic? People like you are enabling the ingrates. Why do you even care to begin with?”

[toribookworm22]

7&7

Okay, so because I have ten of these tags, I'm just going to combine them. Thanks @creatrackers @pure-solomon @captain-kraken (×2) @oh-no-another-idea @primroseprime2019 (×2) @enchanted-lightning-aes @theunboundwriter @sunlit-gully for the tags!

No pressure tagging: @minutiaewriter @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @lyssentome @sam-glade @tisiphonewolfe @kyofsonder & leaving my open tag as always!

In the spirit of combining, I'm picking some of my favorite snippets so far from the first 7 chapters of the second book in my secondary series. 🙃 Hopefully I'll remember to redact the spoilers this time around.

Chapter 1

The earth trembles when his knees hit the dirt.

Or maybe that's just me. Because I don't realize I'm shaking until Micah softly holds my shaking hand. He's warm at my side, constant.

My makeshift weapon slips from my grasp as I take my own place in my hands and knees before the new mass grave. Micah falls with me, cradling my head against his chest. I don't cry. These deaths aren't mine to mourn.

Chapter 2

All the tension that has been rotting in my stomach and lungs settles. Sure, everything sucks. The whole world is on fire right now for me and the people I care about, but my own fire is starting to burn out. I can stop burning when I have my sister in my arms. Two figures materialize. And the rot stirs back up.

Chapter 3

You die, too,” I tell her but also myself. “You die with the people you love and someone new keeps living your life. Survivors die a thousand deaths. We just keep coming back to life, too.” “And if we don’t?” That’s the question, isn’t it?” Is it the sleeping medication in your nightstand drawer or the knives sewn into your pillowcase or does your body give out before your mind does? “Then someone dies with you.” She breathes out a laugh, wiping her nose with the blanket. “That’s a happy thought, isn’t it?” “I don’t know. I don’t think I want to die alone.”

Chapter 4

How do you tell someone I’m sorry we ended up like this without sounding like it’s over? Even if it is over. Even if this nothingness, this festering mile of mistakes is both the beginning and the end. Even if nothing was created yet everything was destroyed.

Chapter 5

If working in a bar has taught me nothing else, it’s when to recognize a swindler. Who will try not to pay their tab, who will pick pockets while they chat, who will spike drinks while someone’s not looking. I know Edward can take care of himself. But creeps are persistent.

Chapter 6

Another unfinished story. I am full of unfinished stories. Who was the girl before me and who is the one who truly killed her? ...

Does the girl who broke the glass deserve to get a happy ending?

Chapter 7

“But no. My friend, you bring all three of your comrades straight to me.” “What did you do?” Imre slinks onto the floor as well, reaching out with one hand to tip my chin up. “Nothing to you, dearest. Nothing to you.”

[lexiklecksi]

Get to know me (tag game)

Thanks for tagging me @hippiewrites, this was fun! I'm tagging @simkarta333 @eos109 @margotbardot @songbirdii @starlit-studies @njnetails @betweenthetimeandsound @kyofsonder

Last Song:

Favourite colour or colours: turquoise like the sea

Last TV Show or Film: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (Part 2)

Currently Watching: What if? by Marvel (season 2)

Currently Reading: Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo (the collector's edition)

Sweet, Spicy, or Savoury: sweet! I love chocolate, cupcakes, cake, cookies, ice cream mmmh

Last Thing I Searched Online: headband crochet tutorial free

Last Thing I Searched For Writing Purposes: Schmidt sting pain index

Current Obsession: The Grishaverse created by Leigh Bardugo and the relationships in The Six of Crows they are so cute

[aohendo]

Last Line Tag

Tagged by @oh-no-another-idea!

From Prince, regarding one of Nelovskevouk’s mentors.

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“Then you must have known I would challenge him publicly.”

“No,” Kiris said, leaning forwards. “I never thought you would kill him, I—“

“You what?” Nelovskevouk asked, mirroring Kiris’ position. “What did you expect me to do?”

“I thought you would take him aside like you would have me.”

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Tagging: @kyofsonder @on-noon @ahordeofwasps and @cljordan-imperium, and leaving it open!

[cheerfulmelancholies]

Thanks for the tag @pluttskutt

I didn't get to do the one from last week so I'm posting that plus the current one.

The air was still as night watched over the woods. Though the sky was clear, the trees seemed to huddle together to blot out the light from the stars and crescent moon. A slight chill hung beneath the canopy and crawled into the lungs of the lone hiker. Twigs and leaves crunched beneath his boots, and each step felt heavier than the last. He was so, so tired, but he needed to find his way out. He wasn't prepared for camping and the longer he spent lost in the woods, the more it felt like the maw of a great beast closed around him.

"I can't believe you! After everything I've ever done this is how you repay me?!"

Ryan gulps and takes a step back, shoulders rising as he tries to sink into himself. "I'm really sorry, Laura, but I needed the money."

"And you didn't think to just ask me?"

"We both know you couldn't have afforded that kind of donation."

Tagging with zero pressure: @kyofsonder @dramaticnerdwithanxiety11 @winterandwords and open tag

Rules: write six sentences. That's it. It can be for anything you want, even if you just thought of it seconds ago.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Last Line Tag

Thanks @reneesbooks and @hippiewrites for the tag!

Rules: post the last line you edited/wrote!

From The Secret Portal, Part One - Kelsey POV

I tilted my chin up so I could look at his face.

I edited this line because I had "I tilted my head up" and "I tilted my head" back to back so I slightly rephrased both for sake of getting rid of unnecessary repetition.

Anyways softly tagging @gracehosborn @theelfauthor @thepeculiarbird @jezifster @emabatis @emberlyric @kidukami @ohnomybreadsticks @kyofsonder @mysticstarlightduck @mysterysim0 @unrepentantcheeseaddict @jessicagailwrites @maggiefromspace @wordbinge and anyone else who wants to play!

[squarebracket-trickster]

Last Line Tag

Thanks @zeenimf for tagging me!

Rules: share the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

My line:

I do not remember climbing into the bed or drawing the blanket over me.

Tagging (with no pressure to actually do the tag, as always): @kyofsonder @wrenofthewords @thetrieracompany @theburnedoutnerd @the-mindless @tea-and-mercury @tabswrites @scribbledsilver @silverslipstream @rewritingrosie @rhikasa @phynewrites @quinnharperwrites @poetinprose

I'm tagging a bunch of you because I haven't seen you in a while and I want to know if you are still active.

[sleepyrxsetea]

two truths and a lie thank you for the tag @kaylinalexanderbooks :D

rules: make a 24 hour poll containing two truths and a lie about an OC

i’m going to do Oliver Briggs from Harrison Weber and The Serial Murder Case On Oxford Street (the detective’s assistant from the detective writing project) i tried my best, i was not the best at coming up with ideas for this. it’s okay though

tagging: @buffythevampirelover, @kyofsonder @simonnebethel @immortal-florist @despondent-correspondence @kbwritesstuff @bargainbincheese @weirdbooknerd and anyone else who would like to join :D