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OC In 15

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Thank you @cocoamoonmalfoy for the tag! :D [her post] I decided to share Suna's dialogue, my dragon OC.

What of this one?"

"I propose violence resulting in death."

"I could crush you with one hand."

"What is done is done, no matter who carries the blame."

"It is not that I do not understand, but I chose to ignore it because it is stupid."

"Bashing? I can do bashing."

"I do not know, but the small one who uses sarcasm is kicking sand and cursing his God."

"No, I can not imagine having your world being swallowed by a toxic fog, that is truly a scenario I could never picture, like, ever."

"I wish I could help, but I do not want to."

"The small one who screams is teaching me sarcasm. It reminds me of someone, but I can not remember who."

"Killing them is not what we are here for? My interest in this mission has diminished."

"From what I recall, you did never enjoy pets, but my memory is not what it once was."

"You found her! She is safe because of you! Oh, what a joyous occasion!"

"If you can hear me, Captain, I ask that you meet me at the matter's end."

"I had children? Perhaps. Truthfully, I remember little of that life before it ended."

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[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

Six Sentence Sunday

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Raven and Sapphire Angst time babyyyyyy, back on my shit 🤪

Raven didn’t even have to think about using his body to shield Sapphire and take the hit for her, he just did. The blast of dark magic that hit his body was so overwhelmingly painful he couldn’t hold back a ragged cry of pain as he collapsed to the ground, clutching his side as the magic writhed under his skin like molten lava.

Hestia was blasting fire at the Witch Queen, followed by Triveya’s magic attacks and Snow’s arrows along with everyone else- everyone but Raven and Sapphire.

It had all happened so fast Sapphire was frozen for a second, staring in horror and shock. Raven’s ragged cry of pain snapped her out of her trance and she dropped down next to him, pulling him into her arms.

He tried to distract himself from the pain by focusing on her, focusing on the fact that- at least for now- she was unharmed. His hand was shaking from the pain as he lifted it to brush a few locks of her beautiful red hair out of her eyes.

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[avrablake]

Last Line Tag

Thanks for the tag Mother Dearest @sleepyowlwrites and @oh-no-another-idea

She cried until she was dry and spent. As her sobs stilled she kept her swollen eyes shut wishing more than ever that Nix was here with them.

leaving an open tag and also tagging @tabswrites @odysseywritings @eccaiia

[sleepyowlwrites]

how cuddleable are your ocs tag II

a freshly delivered black sesame bubble tea from @odysseywritings thanks dear

I'll do the kids from Maisy Beckett and the Watermelon Boys.

Maisy - 8/10, she's typically very open to physical affection. is bad at initiating but happy to receive. she pulls away from it while grieving but the boys slowly warm her up to it again.

Connor - 10/10, is absolutely down for physical affection and is great at giving and receiving, but as someone with a lot of empathy, doesn't start anything until the other person is very comfortable with him. boundaries king, and cuddles king.

Avery - 5/10, growing up in a family of tactile people, he's well accustomed to physical touch but it's not his go to for comfort or a show of affection.

Robbie - 6/10, he loves a good hug or forehead kiss, but actual cuddling gets too stifling for him because he has some sensory issues and makes him discombobulated to be squished against someone. (ADHD kid of the family)

Peter - 2-8/10, he goes through phases. sometimes he's just as tactile as his brothers, sometimes he's very averse to touch. until he's diagnosed with depression, nobody knows what triggers those phases.

Christopher - 9/10, only doesn't want physical interaction when he's focused on a task.

Noah - 7/10, is a little bit in the phase where he's trying to be distant and cool 'cause he's figuring himself out but he still loves cuddles.

@monstrouswrites @viscerawrites @uraniumwriting or anybody

[kahvilahuhut]

🔭 wip intro: cynosure

(please note that this is a temporary intro)

When discovering other neighboring civilizations and teaming up with then, humans gained access to technologies they never though they could have - quick space travel, way to send messages to planets in different systems, and terraforming. While most are keen on exploring the new worlds, some on the Earth still haven't forgotten one of their biggest goals. Terraforming Mars.

It's been ten years since the first group of settlers arrived to Mars. While the terraforming technology, construction robots, farming robots and a few specialists from other planets have already made it a habitable little colony when they arrived, there are still problems. The leaders have divided into groups based on what industry they want Mars to concentrate on, where should they live and, most importantly, how to keep the big, bad caring Earth happy with progress.

Quinn has dreamed of leaving Earth, partly to escape some things in his life and partly to see the world. But dealing with lots of aliens on other planets seems like a step too big for him to take. Joining a fresh colony on Mars, on the other hand, might work well. He thinks of all the opportunities there will be, as he sneaks into the ship with a stolen ID from one of those chosen for the second group of colonists, who might have gotten a bit too drunk in the bar. Quinn did leave him an apology letter, though.

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Genre: sci-fi POV: 1st person Type: Mix of novel and graphic novel Includes: Politics & societal problems of a new colony, Mars (<3), space criminals, some slice of life and many more Status: brainstorming

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[aquadestinyswriting]

Eye of the Storm

Summary: Elowyn helps Morag sort out some sort of breakfast while everyone else recovers from their assorted hangovers the morning after the trial's conclusion. Written for the Flash Fiction Friday prompt 'Found Family'

Words: 832

Tags: @druidx @homesteadchronicles @flashfictionfridayofficial @sparrow-orion-writes-orion-writes,@warriorbookworm, @odysseywritings, @blind-the-winds, @thesorcerersapprentice,@writeblrcafe, @ashiru, @writeblrcafe

Warnings: None

Notes: Based on an actual bit that was roleplayed out, but some creative liberties have been taken as I can't remember what exactly was said in the session any more.

Morag smiled at Elowyn as the woodling busied herself sorting out a pot of bloc,

"Ta for the help, hen." She said, straightening up again with a groan, "It's much appreciated." Elowyn shrugged her shoulders,

"I can't very well leave you to sort out everything for us all by yourself. Especially since no one else is in any position to, at the moment." She pointed out, nudging Snotgrut, who had fallen asleep curled up next to 'Arry in the corner of the kitchen, with her toe.

The green and brown lump groaned as the goblin stirred,

"My head is about to explode." He complained, "Why do people insist on drinking to excess if this is the outcome the next day?" He blinked blearily as a mug of hot and bitter coffee was thrust into his hands,

"This should help a bit, along with a decent breakfast." Elowyn told him. She turned her attention to the piece of rope dangling from seemingly nowhere, "Now how am I going to get this to Felix?" She wondered looking between the mug in her hand and the area where the rope seemingly vanished into thin air near the ceiling. She wafted the bitter steam up in the general direction of the Rope Trick opening after shouting for Felix to get up failed to rouse the gnome. Eventually Felix's arm shot out of nowhere, took the mug from Elowyn's hand with a mumbled 'Thank you' before vanishing once again. Elowyn shook her head as her ears picked up the renewed snoring from the extra dimensional space.

"That's the last time I get myself talked into a drinking contest with a dwarf." Quentin moaned as he stumbled into the kitchen.

"I did say it was a terrible idea, Quentin. Not that I have room to talk." Laurence groaned, collapsing into a chair at the table and burying his head into his hands. Elowyn clucked her tongue,

"Well that's what you get for going out and getting wankered isn't it?" She said, placing her hands on her hips. Neither man nor elf said anything and simply moaned into the table. She looked over to the younger woodling woman that now stumbled into the kitchen with a softer smile, "Lesson learned?" She asked. Aurianna nodded her head, wincing at the pain that lanced through her head at the motion. 

"Breakfast's pretty much ready. Just hold on while I get the rest of them up." Morag piped up, picking up the frying pan and a wooden spoon from the counter. Elowyn smiled, winced and covered her ears, gesturing for everyone else in the kitchen to do the same seconds before Morag started bashing the two implements together.

"Right! Come on, you lazy sods! Up! It's about lunchtime already!" The housewife's voice boomed through the house, echoing slightly, alongside the ringing of the frying pan. Various moans and groans of protest quickly followed suit, but Morag stood firm, simply banging the frying pan again when no one appeared on the stairs.

"I said up! Breakfast's ready and I swear on Moradin's bloody beard if I dinna see anyone down here in the next two minutes there's gonna be more than the hells to pay!" She snapped. Elowyn winced but turned her attention to her own little family,

"Well, seeing as our host was kind enough to make breakfast for us, I'm calling not it for the dishes." She said. Morag shook her head as she waddled back into the room,

"Och, dinna fash yerselves." She protested, "Ye helped more than enough the other night, and you all put in the work to see proper justice done." She beamed at the motley group of adventurers, "Besides, the lot o' ye are basically family at this point, and seeing as ye are, I'll not have ye taking on more than your fair share of the chores while you're here." Elowyn opened her mouth to protest when a rough, but blessedly familiar voice, came from the doorway,

"I'd save yer breath, hen. You were basically adopted the minute I brought ye back here the first time. Now, that includes the rest of you sorry lot."  Meredith added, poking at Quentin's ribs as she sat down next to him. 

"Oi! This is the thanks I get for helping you avoid the executioner's block?" The elf protested. Meredith stuck her tongue out at him,

"What help, ye pointy eared git? From what I can tell yer goblin friend did most of the work!" 

Elowyn stifled a laugh as others joined the friendly argument. A warm feeling settled in her chest as she looked around the cramped room as everyone finally converged around the table. Her family were finally all in one place, happy, healthy and whole. Well, half of it, the other half were back in Toreguarde after all. Once everything was taken care of she'd need to find a way to get the whole lot together. For now, though, this was all the family she needed.

[druidx]

Heads Up, Seven Up (7 lines), Nine Lines, & Last Line tag games

As might be obvious, I’m really bad at getting around to doing things. I’ve been saving up all my Seven Lines, Nine lines and Last Line tag games because “I’ll get to it someday. Honest!”

I’ve now got so many, I figured out I could just mash them together to help me finish editing Alexis Dalliance vs the Evil of Titan, and call it good.

I took 5 random pages from the work and used a nice online tool to work out that I write an average of 9.8 words per line, which means I need to complete 2,166 words of editing.

Thank you to everyone who’s tagged me in one of these games (it's been so long, probably some of you don't even remember, and some of you no longer seem to exist any more):

@aetherwrites, @alexsidereus x2, @alias-levi, @aquadestinyswriting x4, @artdecosupernova-writing x2, @autumnalwalker x3, @blind-the-winds X3, @chauceryfairytales, @corkythewriteblr, @eli-writes-sometimes x3, @faelanvance x2, @lake-arrius-caverns, @laurabwrites, @mariahwritesstuff, @odysseywritings x2, @oh-no-another-idea x2, @rewrit, @ryns-rambling, @shadowlight-inkedthoughts, @sleepyowlwrites, @spacetimewraithwrites-archive, @strosmkai-rum, @toribookworm22, @tracle0 x2, @viawrites-andacts x2, @whimsyqueen, @winglesswriter, @writingamongther0ses x6, @writingmaidenwarrior, @writingonesdreams, @zmwrites x2, @iparisaltanwing

I ended up writing a little over the target; this is 2500 words.

CW war crimes, slaughter of innocents, a falling Paladin, unusual dialogue marks, swearing

"What do you mean?" Alexis asked after she’d overcome her surprise at seeing the gnome, "How is it sick?" "It’s the lizardfolk who live in the center of the swamp," the gnome said. "They used to live in harmony with the swamp, but recently…" He sighed. "I don’t know what’s wrong. Something’s gotten into them, something evil. They’re destroying vast swathes of the swamp, cutting down trees, burning the brush, befowling the waters." Alexis glanced over at the others. "We might know the reason for this change. The lizardfolk have been drawn into a cult which worships a Demon Prince from the Pit. They must be working on the Demon’s orders." The gnome paled. "Yes. I understand now. I have seen great holes carved in the ground, blocks of stone being dragged to a central site." "They must be constructing a new temple to base their portal on," Richard said. "My friend, we aim to stop these bloodthirsty monsters from bringing the Demon Prince through to this world and destroy the cult." "Stopping the cult will mean the swamp is safe again," Alexis added. The gnome lit up. "Then you have my thanks, Paladin!" "Call me Richard," he said. The gnome shook his hand. "And I am Wurzle Moslicker." "We aim to stop the lizardfolk," Alexis continued after introductions had been made, "but we’ve run into a small snag. The boat we were told was here isn’t, and we cannot cross into the swamp." "Oh!" Wurzle said. "Dear tree-child, you should know there are other ways to cross a watery path." Alexis frowned as Wurzle gave a peculiar call. A cluster of cypress nearby began to shake and shift. Bastet and Richard both reached for their weapons. Alexis gasped as she realised what was happening. "It’s alright!" she cried. "Don’t hurt it!" From the thicket, strode a tree. «You called, Wurzle?» it said, its voice a long and creaking thing. Richard leaned down to Alexis, hissing, "What is that?" "It’s a treent!" she squealed, face filled with wonder. "I’ve heard about them, but never met one before! Galana’s blessed hair, this is amazing!" "Mudwood," Wurzle was saying, "These fine folks need to get across the swamp to the lizardfolk settlement. They’re going to stop them from destroying the swamp." The treent grumbled and harrumphed as it gazed over the group, lingering on Alexis. «This I will do,» it said eventually, «For the presence of the tree-child tells me their intent is true.» "What did it say?" Richard asked. Alexis cocked her head. "You don’t speak sylvan?" "I barely speak elvish," he retorted. "It said it’d take us, but only cuz I’m here." Bastet rolled her eyes. "Of course it did." Alexis bounced on the balls of her feet, wide, pleading eyes focused on Richard. Richard sighed fondly. "Go on, then." Alexis gave a squeal of excitement, racing away. Richard watched her scamper off, springing into the branches of the treent, and scurry up the trunk like a squirrel. "My good sir, is there an easy way up for those of us not inclined to tree-climbing?" Victor asked. Wurzle chuckled. "Yes, of course." He gave another of those strange cries, and Mudwood stooped, holding out a limb for the others to climb on.

For the others, the treent crossing was dull or sickness-inducing, but for Alexis it was heaven. In between scurrying through the branches, relishing the feel of the breeze through her hair and bark under her hands, she pestered Wurzle and Mudwood with questions, some asked by Richard, pressing for more details about the lizardfolk, their numbers and armaments. The morning was wearing on by the time Mudwood dropped them off as close to the lizardfolk settlement as Wurzle would let him. Alexis was the last to dismount, dropping from the lowest branches with a happy sigh. «For you, little one,» Mudwood said, handing Alexis a small wooden pipe, a notch taken from just below a craved mouthpiece. «Blow this when your work is done, I shall return for you. The trees name you ‘friend’. We will pass this by root and leaf. Wherever you are, this whistle will call the nearest treent to your aid.» Alexis stared at the whistle, then hugged the treent. «Thank you for this gift.» "Lex, c’mon." With a final bow to the treent, Alexis took off after her friends.

They trekked through the dense undergrowth of the swamp, hacking at long vines and lush brush, the humidity mingling with sweat making everything uncomfortably damp. As the sun reached its zenith, the lizardfolk’s newly built ziggurat came into view over the tops of the trees. "We’re nearly there," Bastet said, relieved.

They pushed on and soon found their way blocked by a great wall. "Piss and blood," Bastet cursed. Alexis tilted her head back. "I don’t think even I can climb that." "Maybe we can tunnel under it?" Gorgut said, stepping over and using a dagger to dig at the dirt. "We don’t have the equipment," Richard said. "Victor, what about that muddy spell?" "Rock to Mud?" Victor scratched at his chin. "Could work. It depends on how they’ve structured the wall, and if I can get deep enough to find the unworked foundations." "Right. Alexis, you scale that tree to scout the lay of the land. The rest of us will investigate the foundations of the wall. Then we can make a plan of attack for once we’re inside."

Once at the top of the tree, Alexis surveyed the area. Some ways from the base of the ziggurat was the lizardfolk settlement. It looked like a normal village from this high up – low cottages of local foliage gathered around a central open space, one grander than the rest. Drying linens hung from lines on tall poles. Pens of animals and crops surrounded the village. People came and went, carrying pots or pushing hand carts. It could have been any village on the Pagan Plains. It could have been Toreguard. In the time it had taken them to travel down here, the ziggurat had been completed. Despite its apparent completion, people still worked on it, looking like ants scurrying over stone steps, adding carvings and other refinements to the bare faces of the stone. Under an open-sided pagoda at the top, Alexis could just about make out the workings of magic. A structure of bones stood over arcane markings, fires set at junctures of the markings. A priest, delineated by his golden, feathered headband, threw something into the fires occasionally, making them spark and flare unusual colours.

She slid down, relaying this reconnaissance to the others and Richard laid out the plan.

As Victor chanted out his spell, Richard and the others stood back, readying the weapons. Benevelor was summoned from the celestial realm. As the spell took effect, the wall wobbled and crumbled, the mortar loosening. "It’s now or never!" Victor cried, hurrying back to join the others. "Benevelor," Richard commanded, "kick it down." The holy oxen took up position and lashed out with its hind legs. The crumbling blocks shook and with a thundering crash toppled inwards, landing into the mire below. Richard raced forward, leaping onto his mount’s back. "Charge!" he yelled, as the pair of them vanished over the rubble, Gorgut and Victor following close behind. Alexis looked at Bastet. "Ready?" "Give them a few moments more to really grab the attention," Bastet replied. Alexis grunted in reply, finding the bush at her feet of vast interest. Bastet sniffed, looking up at the broken corner of the wall. After a moment, she said, "We’re both professionals." "That we are." "So are we-?" "Absolutely fucking not." "Right." Distantly the sounds of battle reached them. "Sounds like our cue." "Yep." With that, Alexis led the way over the rubble and toward their objective: the temple.

While the menfolk battled with the temple masons and the warriors who protected them, Alexis and Bastet crept behind enemy lines and up the ziggurat. As they approached, the scent of burning spices grew thicker as perfumed smoke wafted out of the pagoda, followed by an undulating chant. As Alexis and Bastet peeked into the pagoda, they saw the head priest, his headband glinting in the firelight, had been joined by two lesser priests wearing wide golden neckbands embossed with the Eye of Muyrr symbol.

With a signal to Bastet, Alexis fired through the smoke and the portal ring, her bolt driving through the head priest's neck. Bastet leapt from cover, her daggers flashing as she took out one of the lesser priests. As Alexis reloaded, Bastet turned towards the last priest, only to find he had armed himself. He slashed out at Bastet, catching her arm. She cried out, falling back against a pillar. The bolt from Alexis' bow took him between the shoulder blades, and he fell, hitting the steps with a wet crunch. "Thanks," Bastet said as Alexis moved up into the pagoda. "Don't mention it." Alexis glanced around. "You wanna deal with the fires while I deal with the lines? Then we can deal with that," her face scrunched as she waved at the bone structure, "together." With an affirmative grunt, Bastet turned her attention to extinguishing the fires, while Alexis scattered the red and grey powders forming the lines of the summoning circle. On a ceremonial table to one side, she found more of the dust and blocks of perfume on tarnished golden dishes. Collecting the plates together, she took them to the edge of the pagoda. The cloud of powder spread like blood in the air as she tossed the dishes away, down the ziggurat. "Lex," Bastet called, urgency in her voice. Alexis turned back to see Bastet was next to the table she’d found the powders on. "Yes?" Bastet held up parchment scrolls. "Can you read these?" Alexis took one, scanning the strange writing. She shook her head. "This is like no script I’ve ever seen. But these diagrams… they’re the same as the floor markings I destroyed. And this looks like the portal edifice." She held them up for comparison. "This one looks like a map," Bast said, spreading it on the table. It was indeed a map of Titan. Parts of the continents were crosshatched with different patterns, and arrows moved from the south of Allansia up and outward. "I might not know what it says, but this looks alarmingly like troop movements, like the ones Captain Hengar has in his office." She glanced at Bastet. "Whatever it is, it can’t be anything good." "Maybe Vic can read them," Bastet said. She tucked the scrolls away and looked at the mound of bound bones. "Let’s destroy this thing so we can get out of this place." Together they turned to the portal ring, a series of long bones lashed together with twine which stood on a small dais of skulls and pelvises, and began to hack at the binding ropes. When the ring was nothing but a pile, they used the table as a shunt, shoving the bones away to clatter down the sides of the ziggurat. Bastet raised a hand, shielding her eyes. "It looks like the fighting's stopped. They're all clustered near the houses." Alexis listened. A few screams and raised voices carried on the wind, echoing the calling of birds and rush of wind in the trees. "I don't hear any fighting. We should get down there and find out what's happening."

The sun was dipping lower in the sky, the tall trees casting shadows as they drew lower. There was indeed a group of people gathered close to the village. Alexis frowned. No, there were no sounds of fighting. But there was wailing. Sobbing. The high cry of a child. The sounds of terror. Fear gripped Alexis’ heart. She picked up the pace. The people were kneeling. Their hands raised, supplicant. Richard stood before them, sword unsheathed. Victor stood at his side, leaning close. Her feet pounded at the leaf-strewn path. Metal glinted. Pleas became screams. Alexis’ voice joined them. "No!"

By the time she arrived, there was nothing but corpses and blood.

Alexis dropped to her knees, voice rasping. "Richard… What did you do?" His eyes were hard as he turned to her. "What I had to." "But they- They were harmless. " The scene wavered in her gaze. "They were innocents!" "Ah, but there’s no such thing as an innocent lizardman, is there?" Victor said, grinning wickedly. "No. Alexis, you’ve seen for yourself what they’re capable of," Richard said. "They had to die." "There were children!" "Better to stop them now then," Victor said. "Richard… This is wrong. You must see that?" "All I see," Bastet said, coming to a panting halt, "is a hero doing what’s needed to keep our world safe." She waved the scrolls found in the temple. "We found evidence they were going to bring the whole world under their heel." Alexis gaped. "That’s not- We don’t know-!" Richard spat on the corpses. "That sounds like something these filthy rotten snake cultists would do." "Where’s Goregut? He’ll make you see-" "Goregut’s dead." Richard’s voice was hard with the faintest of tremors, his face turned to the jungle. "Stabbed through the back by one of these putrid cunts." He turned to Alexis and swallowed. "I’m sorry. I know you liked him. But now, do you see? They had to pay. They all have to pay!" Alexis’s mouth moved. She clutched a fist over her heart. Bastet crowded in onto Richard’s other side, her eyes alight. "Yes! Yes, you are so brave taking on this burden." "Such a true paladin!" "What can we do to help?" Richard kicked at one of the bodies. "We should move deeper. Take them all out. Stop them for good! Yes," he looked back at the others, "we must keep our people safe. We’ll keep all of Allansia safe forever from this evil!" Alexis pulled herself to her feet. "We can’t!" Richard turned back. The hate in his gaze took her breath away. She swallowed. "We, um, we need more provisions. We don’t have enough. To carry on. We should go back to Toreguard-" "To Port Blacksands!" Bastet crowed. "An excellent idea! We can find men and supplies!" "No… That’s not-" But Bastet and Victor were already guiding Richard back the way they’d come, already discussing what they’d need for such an excursion. Alexis watched them stride past, mouth agape, hands clenched and tears in her eyes. "Alexis. Come on," Richard called back over his shoulder. Mute and staggering, Alexis followed behind.

[writeouswriter]

Welcome to Zhang's Video, can I recommend you anything to rent?

Jack Lanelle in Zhang's Video from my WIP: Static House

Photo ID and Taglist Under Cut.

[ID: Digital drawing of my OC Jack Lanelle, a young, somewhat tanned skinned man with dark curly hair and heavy eyelids, wearing a long sleeved, wrinkled red button up shirt over a dark tee and jeans, standing behind a counter with a small TV set sitting on it with a multi-coloured, static-ridden no signal screen. On the wall behind him is a shelf stacked with VHS tapes and a large VHS tape shaped sign that reads "Zhang's Video Rental," as well as a few smaller signs that read: "New Horror! Rent Now!," "Support Your Local Businesses," and a circular smiley face, "Be Kind, Rewind!" End ID]

My taglist for this WIP is old because I've been kind of stagnant with it, but tagging it anyway: @after-nine-at-the-oasis, @quadraphonictypewriter, @mary-is-writing, @avian-writes, @writting-in-blood, @carminasolis, @odysseywritings, @aetherwrites, @muchtowriteabout-nuthin, @the-lighthouse-lit

[tryingtimi]

9 Lines, 9 People

Thank you so much for the tag @dyrewrites, I'm still under the effect of your wonderful transformation scene! Since I'm working on Lonel, my own werewolf thing, I'll leave here the first chapter's (very rough) opening lines. More than 9 lines, since I am proudly sharing wall of texts for (x) lines, as one does.

Anyway, behold my overdescription.

Lonel leaned forward on his bouncing knee, the church echoing every word of the woman sitting on the pedestal.  He could smell the sweat she tried to wipe from her palms, even under the nearly overruling scent of fresh paint that twirled invisibly in the air. She pulled herself together under the watching alabaster eyes of the Saviour, the statue towering over from behind as she sat in the middle of the chapel, surrounded by the crawling embrace of heavy stone and frescoed walls. Her form wrapped around with an old sweater, too thick for the warming weather, fingers tangled in the loose ends on the hems. They pulled more and more free while she talked. Her legs shuffled and crossed, then shuffled again, eyes fixated on the stone ahead. A little stool wobbled under her, rusty and visibly cracked, even from afar. 

Tagging: @bloodlessheirbyjacques, @the-void-writes, @aninkwellofnectar, @circa-specturgia, @muddshadow, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @odysseywritings, @agrimedena-drax

[nine-blessed-hero]

Heads Up 7 Up

Thanks for the tag @odysseywritings

Tagging back: @aalinaaaaaa @thewriteflame @wildswrites @aquadestinyswriting @artdecosupernova-writing @autumnalwalker @blind-the-winds @eli-writes-sometimes @hannahcbrown @oh-no-another-idea @rhikasa @swordsoulwrites @winglesswriter @andromeda-grace @writingmaidenwarrior @wispstalk

(this @druidx's side-blog in case anyone is confused - I wanted to keep this excerpt on the fandom blog it belongs to. Probably best to tag me back as @druidx.)

In which Caroline gets a little Sister and Aderyn butchers the Welsh language

"I'm Caroline." "Aderyn." Caroline's face lit up. "You must be Baurus's Little Bird! Tch. He never told me you joined up." "I ain't. I've just been seconded for a bit. Now Marti's here safe, I'm done." "What a shame. It would have been nice to have a countrywoman around. Sut mae dy Gymraeg di?" Aderyn frowned, stumbling out, "Vincn ovnadwe." Caroline laughed. "Ah, you're right about that. Good on you for trying, Aderyn Bach."

Sut mae dy Gymraeg di = How is your Welsh?

"Vincn ovnadwe" = Ffycin ofnadwy = Fucking awful

Aderyn Bach = Little Bird

[pluttskutt]

How cuddleable are your OCs?

tagged by @dontjudgemeimawriter thank you luv! I'll pick a few OCs since I got too many to do them all.

The premise: answer the above question using a scale from 1-10 and context.

Kari: 2/10. He's stuck in dog form and unable to speak, so he's gotten used to humans treating him as a dog. That means pets, cuddles, listening to rants, and whatever else they come up with. It's not a life he enjoys.

Loke: 0/10. He is very against being touched in any shape or form.

Lucy: 8/10. She's not an initiator and gives hugs that are too strong, but she would cuddle with her mum on the sofa growing up, and with her bff during movie night.

Suna: 5/10. It's weird to cuddle when she's not in her dragon form. Limbs can go anywhere but where they should is ?? She becomes fond of the "There, there," and patting on the head.

Jake: 10/10. Loves cuddles and casual touch. Will punch/swat people when excited. Favourite pass-time is piggy-back rides. He can get overwhelmed though.

I tag: @ieppiq @tildeathiwillwrite @somethingclevermahogony @amaiguri @odysseywritings

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

Last Line Tag

tagged by: @zmwrites thanks!

tagging: Open Tag as well as soft tagging @avrablake | @sarahlizziewrites | @odysseywritings | @ink-fireplace-coffee | @violets-in-her-arms-writes | @words-after-midnight | @lawful-evil-novelist | @winterandwords | @kaylinalexanderbooks

Asher and Damian because I worked on them last night! The boys are not having a good time :DDD

“Are you sure he’s here?” Asher asked, blood rushing in his ears and an icy hand closing around his heart.

“I’ve been tracking the movements in and out of this building for a while now,” Chase said, “And I also hacked the cameras for some… footage… that I don’t think you want to see.”

[avrablake]

Word Find Tag

Thanks for the tag @eccaiia

My words are throw, forward, laugh, main, and music

From Nightshade

throw

“I won’t trust my son’s rescue to that monster,” he shouted. “He’s done enough harm already. If it were up to me he’d be thrown in prison and we’d never have to deal with him again.” “It’s not up to you,” her father’s voice had returned to its usual cold, flat tone. Its stark contrast to Jiren’s yelling gave his words more weight. Jiren blanched but still set his jaw stubbornly.

forward

There was only one way forward for them. That was to put an end to her father and the world he’d spent his life building.

laugh

“So Kid—“ Gram was interrupted by beeping from his phone. He pulled it from his pocket and let out a laugh when he saw it was Mel. He was in trouble. “Sorry gotta go. See you later Kid. I’ll tell Luc to bring you some pain meds. And some real food."

main

Gram pulled a base map from his pocket and laid it out on the bed. “Prison’s here,” Gram pointed to their location on the map. “We’re one floor down from the main level.” The kid shook his head again. “This isn’t the Garrison,” he said. “There’s no way I can fight my way through this base, and out of the city, on my own. It’s suicide.”

music (from my Iris and Nolan story)

The girl was nowhere to be seen. He checked the nearby rooms and even took the stairs down to the basement, though he doubted he would find her in the recreation room, where he could hear music and loud laughter.

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Leaving an open tag and also tagging (no pressure) @odysseywritings @thegreatobsesso @ambiguouspuzuma

Your words are tumble, fun, voice, elbow, and style

[sleepyowlwrites]

Sleepy's list of friends' nicknames:

Ghosty - @/zmlorenz

Maybe Sorcery - @/akindofmagictoo

Ember - @/ashen-crest

Rosechild - @/lothloriien

Magic Storm - @/enchanted-lightning-aes

Lilac - @/chayscribbles

Baby Dragon - @/mel-writes-with-her-dragons

Stars Books - @/vellichor-virgo

Cozy - @/ink-fireplace-coffee

Jo but not from little women - @/josephinegerardywriter

Serenade - @/souliloquyyy

Stardust - @/stardustspiral

Breezy - @/blind-the-winds

Timespace - @/artdecosupernova-writing

Lovely - @/iparisaltanwing

Honeydew - @/writing-with-melon

Glowstick - @/ellatholmes

Philosopher - @/livvywrites

Loquacious - @/woodhousejay

Klove - @/klywrites

Lila - @/blossom-hwa

Garden - @/writingamongther0ses

Meriachild - @/artbyeloquent

Cloverchild - @/mary-is-writing

Redwoodchild - @/talesfromgringolandia

Naiad - @/pens-swords-stuff

Sunflower @/lanawritesalittle

Moonink - @/drippingmoon

Moment - @/lunarmoment

Earlybird - @/sleepy-night-child

Rarity - @/uraniumwriting

Amarantine - @/mecharose

Idea - @/oh-no-another-idea

Clocks - @/jaxwrites

Peppermint - @/pepperdee

Finch - @/the-finch-adress

Bard - @/dragon-swords-prophecies

Voiceover - @/deciphered-narrator

Redwing - @/red-the-dragon-writes

Pengwen - @/gwens-fiction

Sounding - @/diphthongsfordays

Magesmith - @/magic-is-something-we-create

Valance - @/faelanvance

Dragonheart - @/my-husband-sasemi

Firefly - @/dustylovelyrun

Seabird - @/encrucijada

Ocelot - @/ambiguouspuzuma

Myth - @/talesfromaurea

Tea Leaf - @/afoolandathief

Welcome - @/nikkywrites

First Snow - @/january-thoughts

Roseleaf - @/stupid-elf

Sunlight - @/zonnemaagd

Bender - @/writing-is-a-martial-art

Truly - @/did-i-do-this-write

Ending - @/apocalypsewriters

Ribbon - @/zoya-writes

Caramel - @/emelkae

Sweet Luna - @/darlingsmoon

Aster - @/wild-selenite-caffine

Ursa Danger - @/thepixelelf

Tangerine - @/the-orangeauthor

Feathercap - @/bloodlessheirbyjacques

Detective - @/author-a-holmes

Gentleflame - @/carefulpyro

Zenith - @/on-noon

Minuit - @/midnights-melodiverse

Hunter - @/asher-orion-writes

Mouse - @/rodentwrites

Remembrance - @/Memento-morri-writes

Chiro - @/crypticcodexcreations

Inksap - @/pinespittinink

Lavender - @/caspia-writes

Claymark - @/muddshadow

Kyanite - @/blue-kyber

Bright - @/justwriteyoudummy

Voidlight - @/another-white-hole

Celadon - @/abalonetea

Lucent - @/incadescent-creativity

Peachleaf - @/willowcassette

Adorus - @/thegreatobsesso

Dryad - @/writerfae

Inkspell - @/my-cursed-prince

Phantasm - @/circa-specturgia

Unicorn - @/sargeantnarwhalwrites

Frost - @/winterandwords

Sage - @/autumnalwalker

Hummingbird - @/khufiya-khaufnak-antariksh

Starsong - @/moondust-bard

Radio - @/vsnotresponding

Clarity - @/forthesanityofstorytellers

Journey - @/odysseywritings

Pickle - @/sarahlizziewrites

Sapling - @/void-botanist

Coffeebean - @/strangerays

Comfort - @/dogmomwrites

Purple Soul - @/antihell

Paperbirch - @/nopoodles

Nevertwice - @/dontjudgemeimawriter

Trouble - @/helathorloki

Honeysuckle - @/aninkwellofnectar

Pointy Hat - @/thetruearchmagos

Verdance - @/sam-glade

Rubiks - @/squarebracket-trick

Zima - @/jay-avian

Plucky - @/pluttskutt

Parchment - @/lux-scriptum

Mountain - @/vermontwrites

Explorer - @/toboldlywrite

Portal - @/traveler-of-realms

Raenellie - @/ellierenae

Mathemagical - @/harmonictornadosiren

Satchel - @/theliteraryluggage

Storybug - @/bardicbeetle

Magnolia - @/acertainmoshke

Some people and their nicknames just live in my head.

[aquadestinyswriting]

By Any Other Name

Summary: Meredith finally loses her temper after a Lord on the Fangthane Council continues to us a name and title she is deeply uncomfortable with after being told not to

Words: 624

Tags: @druidx @homesteadchronicles @sparrow-orion-writes-orion-writes,@warriorbookworm, @odysseywritings, @blind-the-winds , @thesorcerersapprentice ,@writeblrcafe , @ashirisu, @flashfictionfridayofficial

Warnings: None.

Notes: this is more or less directly followed by 'What's in a Name?'. This just gives more context as to what Yoruk is despairing about there.

"Lady Copperheart!" I freeze and glance around for the tell-tale jangle of jewellery or a snide remark from somewhere nearby before I finally realise that the call was, in fact, meant for me. I take a breath to calm the flare of annoyed anger in my heart before turning in the direction the voice had come from. 

The middle-aged dwarven merchant now standing before me is gazing at me with a befuddled confusion. I take another moment to school my expression, lifting the glare from my face a little. Despite my repeated requests not to call me by that accursed name, several members refuse to discontinue old habits. Actually, I'm fairly certain the man now asking me some inane question about the budgetary report for the Church Inquisition is one of those who take great delight in deliberately ignoring such requests. I listen, politely, and answer his question in the same manner. I'm just about to take my leave, when he decides to make one last comment;

"In future, High Inquisitor, you would do well to acknowledge the other members of the Council the moment they call for you." He remarks, "I'd also advise you to refrain from glaring at them as though they've done wrong." He adds with an imperious sniff.

It takes all the willpower I have not to punch him, never mind keeping my expression as neutral as possible. I manage a tight smile,

"My apologies, Lord Stenskärare, but I am quite sure I have previously requested that the Council refer to me by Gruksdottir where possible." I tell him. The nobleman scoffs and shakes his head, sneering at me,

"Refusing to acknowledge the prestige of a House you now belong to is a dishonour to your husband." He snaps, "Then again, I wouldn't expect a peasant girl like you to know anything about that." 

It's a very good thing for Lord Stenskärare that we weren't the only people still in the antechamber of the meeting room. I dread to think of what might have occurred were we alone. As it is, I do finally lose my temper. I’m not really all that aware of what I yell at him, I only know that I’m swearing in at least four different languages and he doesn’t understand the majority of them. I only stop when Captain Bloodvein finally shoves me out one door and gets one of his guard to shove Lord Stenskärare through another. I’m still fuming even as I apologise to His Majesty, Her Highness and Captain Bloodvein and storm out of the palace.

It's not that I don't want to acknowledge the honour and legacy of the Copperheart name – by all accounts, the late Captain Copperheart was a highly regarded Kingsguard – but I cannot rid myself of the memory of her every time I hear that name and title in combination with one another. There are just too many bad memories associated with it. Especially given everything she did during her relatively short reign of terror, which the entire Council are aware of. I did go into great detail in my report to King Storri once all was said and done. It's ridiculous, she's gone for good, locked in the deepest recesses of the Pit for the rest of eternity. By all rights I should be glad to reclaim the honour that the title deserved this whole time. And yet.

It's no good. I'll either have to talk to Yoruk about changing the name, or just learn to live with the dread that climbs up my spine every time I'm in a damned Council Session. In the meantime I think Uncle Snorri's boiler needs bashing back into shape, I can practically hear the thing chugging and sputtering from here.

[druidx]

Tag Games Taglist Refresh

I can't actually remember the last time I did one of these because the search doesn't want to show me, but I feel like it's probably been a year.

To make sure I'm still tagging people who are interested in playing tag games, could the following please interact with this post and let me know they're still up for tag games? If I haven't heard anything in 7 days, I'll take you off.

All games: @strosmkai-rum @spacetimewraithwrites-archive @wildswrites @odysseywritings @ayzrules @morganwriteblr @bexminx @dreamwishing @aalinaaaaaa @pleaseloathemyveryexistence @jaguarthecat @bread-of-death @bluegreystarstuff @bodoramzap @whimsyqueen @dxrlingdaydreams @horridmacaronibaby @thewriteflame

Only 'abstract' games: @pens-swords-stuff

If anyone wants to be added to me spamming them with tag games once a quarter, please drop a comment or reblog. I need enthusiastic consent, not just a like. If you don't specify, I'll assume you're up for all games, not just 'abstract' ones (abstract games being things like 'WIP lootbox' or 'Writer Vibes'. This explicitly excludes games like 'Last Line' or 'Find the word').