if you're not a little gay for your own OCs then what's the Point
Here's to the people who can't get the words on the page. The people who are too tired after all life throws at them to write. The people who are blocked. The people who are burnt out. The people who can't write because of physical or mental illnesses. The people who don't know why they can't write. And the people struggling with all those other things that get in the way of writing and make it seem or be impossible.
You're still a writer, you're still an artist. And you matter. This world is better since you're in it. Thank you for wanting to write, even if you can't right now. I hope you and your words find each other soon.
Tagged by @the-letterbox-archives! and I'm tagging @outpost51 @bloodlessheirbyjacques @italiangothicwriteblr @did-i-do-this-write @wispiril and YOU!!! Because I love seeing people's dialogue >:3
The game is to share 15 lines (or less, but it's me) from a character to demonstrate their personality.
Using Kit from Untitled 3:
Reminder to self:
ALT
ALT"do not try this at home" is just every single scene of Isaac training his friends to become vampire hunters. however. there is a particularly bad one. So.
They’ve both become careless.
It’s hard not to when it’s been months of nothing going wrong.
Alex has taken to occasionally fighting Tom and Carrie at the same time, just for a change in how things usually run. Isaac does the same at times—but there’s no danger for him.
Alex would have said there was no real danger for them either.
But they’re having a little too much fun with it.
Not quite paying enough attention.
They twist out of Carrie’s reach and freeze because Tom had been waiting right behind them—while they managed to move slightly off from where he’d guessed, there is still a stake in his hand and power behind it and—
Alex steps back.
It’s more of a stumble.
Stake embedded in their left side, just under their ribs—
Everything stops.
I have done everything but work on Arsonist Chronicles today. It’s fine, I’ll get back to it.
Taglist: @sparatus @thetrashbagswasteland @writernopal @void-botanist
korblez asked:
any ship + #20 for the kiss meme? :3
wip: the palms redux
ship: claudia dardashti x beth heydari
notes: thank you for sending. i have had little muse, but for some reason this was easy to write. it’s short, but hope it’s okay.
trigger: claudia has the super power of not being able to die and she got a new scar due to an incident that’s mentioned. violence. heights. (i read your intro on both blogs so both things seem okay, so i hope they’re okay since they’re not in detail.)
requested by: @korblez
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Though Claudia heals, sometimes scars are left behind on her body. She doesn’t know why that is – doesn’t even think it’s a bad thing, really. To her, her scars are proof that she’s been through some shit and lived to tell the tale. And truth be told, not everyone gets to see her scars except the ones on her lip and the one on her eyebrow, anyway.
Except her wife, Beth, who’s fascinated by them.
Especially when she finds a new one, like the one she’s found today.
“So, you’re telling me, when you were thrown off that building and went…you know,” her eyes winced at the idea, “you got this new scar across your shoulder?” She traces it with the tips her fingernails, then looks at Claudia.
Claudia looks down at her shoulder and shrugs. “I suppose so. I didn’t even notice it until you pointed it out.” She runs her own finger across the scar and makes a neutral expression, these things confusing her, since she could have died but didn’t.
Beth then kisses her shoulder, and then kisses the edge of Claudia’s lips – likely noticing her confusion. “I’m glad you’re alive. You should be more careful.” She kisses Claudia’s shoulder again, this time leaving a lipstick stain.
Claudia rolls her eyes. “When am I ever careful? I can’t afford to be careful.”
Beth shrugs. “You should start – for me.”
Claudia sighs. “Maybe I’ll try to be a little bit careful,” she lies.
Beth does a dry chuckle. “Liar.” Before nudging her slightly and walking off. “But I still love you.”
“And I’m glad I get to hear you say that,” Claudia replies, tracing the scar as she thinks of being given yet another chance at life; even if she still has work to do.
writernopal asked:
Talus and Fira, 11! (please I just want them to be happy 😭)
Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss
uhhhhhhhhhhh i. tried? i think i fit the prompt
11. …in joy.
★・・・・・・★
Let’s pretend tomorrow night never happened.
T+ || 614 words
Talus was ready to take a six-year nap, and they hadn’t even fully docked the Merkava. Fira’s voice had gone hoarse yelling at Janus and Atria to quit fighting on the ship. They’d been in an on-and-off verbal sparring match since they offloaded their cargo on Korlus, and Janus was currently trying to shake the little human’s grip on his crest. Alion was glued to his Omnitool, occasionally lifting his feet to avoid his younger brother’s flailing legs. Nico was blaring some scream-rock band to drown them out; Talus could almost make out the lyrics through his eldest son’s headphones.
He pinched the bridge of his nose to suppress the rapidly growing pressure behind his eyes. Shoulda wrapped it, he thought.
