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Just a few more words

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Cass | Early 20s | She\her | Writing urban fantasy and sci fi and lots more | Tag game friendly | follows from main somanywords
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oh-no-another-idea’s WIPs

Placeholder Title: The Invisible Girl

Genre: Historical Fantasy, Urban Fantasy

Current Status: Second draft

POV: Third person

Themes: Found Family, Heists, Magic versus Machines, Self Discovery, Adventure, Loneliness

Synopsis: When Velia Greene accepts her newest job, she thinks nothing of it. A three day train ride, a secret piece of cargo--simple enough for a thief who can slip right past any security. After all, Velia’s never been caught. How could she be, when nobody can see her?

It’s lonely, being invisible to everyone until they care for you. But it does give you an excellent advantage at sneaking.

But on the train, everything starts to go wrong. Four passengers overhear her and discover her presence. A strange man somehow sees her immediately. The cargo is more precious than she could’ve imagined, and there’s someone aboard who will stop at nothing to get it before the train arrives...

Taglist: @a-sunflower-at-night @blind-the-winds @drippingmoon @elgringo300 @thats-my-type-writer @sleepy-night-child @writing-is-a-martial-art @viskafrer @croctears @talesfromaurea @necros-writings @ashen-crest @conundruminprogress @teaflint @princeofthecactus @imaginationxlost @fiercely-raging-writer @memento-morri-writes​ @josephinegerardywriter @jellybeanswriting @stuffaboutwriting @outpost51 @reneesbooks @charlesjosephwrites @yejidoesthings @sparrow-orion-writes @somealienquill @ember-writer @theunboundwriter​ @lady-grace-pens​ @thescatteredscribbles​ @karkkidoeswriting​​ (ask to be added or removed!)

Links: Tag | Character Intros

Placeholder Title: Stars and Ships

Genre: Sci fi

Current Status: Zero draft, plotting

POV: Third person, multiple narrators

Themes: Found Family, Heists, Adventure, Treasure hunt, Maybe the real treasure was the friends we found along the way, Criminals on the run

Synopsis: Jax Castle is the best junker this side of the Milky Way. That’s probably cause the junker business is just a front for his real skills: smuggling. Together with his team Aaliyah the mercenary and little brother Quin the pilot, there isn’t any job they can’t do!

It’s a dangerous life, always hiding from the authorities, always staying below the radar, but like previously stated, there isn’t anything they can’t do.

Unfortunately, once they meet Sepia Windsor along with his crazy scheme, the authorities start cropping up everywhere. The crew didn’t even agree to help the kid, but before they know it, they’re recruiting other dubious help, landing themselves in the biggest prison in the galaxy, and becoming the top wanted criminals in the whole universe. And the so called treasure may not even be real. They are NOT getting paid enough for this; if they survive, Jax is going to kill that Sepia kid. Or maybe himself. He’s not particular.

Taglist: @indecentpause @memento-morri-writes @jellybeanswriting @blind-the-winds @outpost51​ @yejidoesthings​ @cilly-the-writer @charlesjosephwrites​ @thescatteredscribbles (ask to be added or removed!)

Links: Tag 🏵

#wip intros#writeblr#sci fi#fantasy#wip introduction#my writing#my wips#wip: stars and ships#wip: invisible girl#cassstuff
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heads up seven up

more ancient @oh-no-another-idea tags and more púlsar snippets what can i say

chapter one - the creator - ira

My lungs empty with my next exhale, and I focus on what can't be seen around me. Stillness, a warm touch in my ear and in my hand, and shapeless movement beyond. The guards are at the alley’s entrance, their voices muffled. I can feel their imitations hanging from their tunics and capes, shining fainter than my own creations through the rain. I secure my grip on the dirt and the small creation within it, and I chant. A low murmur, just a one-word prayer. Their shapeless figures hesitate, the swing of the imitations on their bodies unmoving. The wind carries words in a language foreign to me, and then one shape braves the dark alley to take back the creation I stole.  And it’s then that I breathe in again.

i love writing ira using her gift so much

tagging @my-cursed-prince @seastarblue and @floralmusings + open tag

#oooh love an exhale moment!#this reads like a movie scene where the sound slowly fades away...#the wind carries words in a language foreign to me << love that line#SMASHING ending too!!#other writer's writing

Mature content

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febuwhump day 25 -- bound and gagged

nobody get mad at me everybody is fine eventually. except those guys because. you know. content warnings for graphic violence and implied/referenced sexual violence. canon status: no comment (witch of the west) pov: fabin words: 1.6k

the raedoran cycle (tho please don't let this be the first thing of it you read lmao)

Fabin paces the length of the dock again, glaring at the shimmering reflection of the stars on the surface of the water. Lacuna Lake always unsettles him at night, the unnaturally still waters a perfect mirror of the world above. He can see his own face in them, the dark circles under his eyes and his hollow cheeks. He should leave the city, get something substantial to eat in one of the forests beyond it, but a part of him rebels every time he thinks of it. Not even the thought of a lean and juicy deer finally filling his stomach is enough to dissuade the voice deep in him that shrieks every time he considers even temporarily fleeing this damned place. Leaving Morbhard is impossible and he can’t figure out why; he gnashes his teeth and turns away from the water. With the sun down, his favorite spot isn’t as relaxing as it should be.

His necklace burns against his chest and he inhales sharply, his eyes darting to the city. It’s not the first time since he left that he’s felt her anger, or despondence, or fear, but something about this tastes different. He reaches up to touch the place where his shirt hides the small black stone and gets a sudden flash, like a memory, of Birdie’s scared silver eyes and a shadow leaned over her.

Mature content: Violence

This post may contain content not suitable for all audiences.

#yay another april-whump excerpt!!#ooh emotion sharing is soo good i am so here for this#oh. totally normal fabin behavior#although those dicks deserved it#i should have never left her. can't argue with that one my dude#hope birdie's horrors pass quickly and she can get to the murder times soon!#other writer's writing
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Day 10/15: Turning the Pages Backwards

10: Do you prefer AU or canon compliance?

Canon compliance. AUs can be fun within that, like "what if everybody lived" style, but I very rarely go for high school AUs or coffee shop AUs or anything like that

Turning the Pages Backwards

WIP: ASM Wordcount: 282 TW: grief

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE END OF A SILKEN MALICE

#oooh i love this#the flow of it. the clear and aching feeling it carries#the harsh ending...#I ADORE!#other writer's writing
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tag game, NINE LINES.

thank you @nrivanwrites [x], @sodaliteskull [x], @winterandwords [x] and @oh-no-another-idea [x] for the tags!

this is probably more than nine lines but we're gonna ignore that, this is a scene from the first draft of cursed bodies that i realised i'm going to cut so i couldn't resist sharing it since it's one of my favourite moments.

But that didn’t mean that he was completely useless. He remembered plenty of mornings when Eli would force him out the window when they dared to sneak around on campus, and thankfully now, being on the first floor, he could do it again. As quietly as he could, he got dressed, tossing his coat out the window, ensuring it landed on a rose bush near the window. He knew that the guilt for leaving would sink in at some point, but it hadn’t happened yet. After putting his shoes on, he returned to the open window, beginning to climb out but stopped halfway through when he saw Eli standing in the garden with Theo’s coat in his arms. It didn’t surprise him all too much that Eli was awake, even back in school, Eli had bad sleeping habits, always being more awake at night and without Theo, would’ve not slept at all most nights. Something that seemed as if hadn’t changed. “Running away, princess?” Eli asked. Theo was almost tempted to climb back inside, but instead he continued and he dropped gracefully onto the grass in front of Eli.

leaving this tag open.

#oh the bittersweet knowledge of what needs to be cut#oooooh theo is bustedddd#i can see the appeal of this scene!#other writer's writing
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Seven-ish Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tag @pippinoftheshire @space-writes

From Snow on the Pines:

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And so with all preparations made, the group departed Fernstan scarcely twelve days after the election. Fen and Playa had made sure that everyone was in on the plan, and that they wouldn’t reveal it to anyone else. To the rest of the village, the Thá was embarking on a pilgrimage to Pinecrown Tor. What wasn’t said aloud was that the true final destination was Hallis, and that Fen and Playa would be attempting to cross the border from there. With everything that had gone on recently, leaving the village was risky. However, the need to know the truth compelled them to gamble the future, and possibly their lives.

“The bridge has been crossed, and now we’re about to throw a torch at it. May Al-Gia forgive us if we made the wrong decision.”

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Tagging @thewritingautisticat @melpomene-grey @aalinaaaaaa @zmwrites @the-golden-comet

@talesfromaurea @roselinbooks @thebadphilosopher @oh-no-another-idea @sunset-a-story and open tag

#the need to know the truth compelled them to gamble the future << what a line#i love this#thanks for the tag!#other writer's writing
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"suicidal guardian angel" is Such an important character concept to me

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it's like. what if you were taught that the only value your life will ever have is being sacrificed to protect another. what if you couldn't care less what happened to you, but you felt a duty of care to others that limited your ability to act with true reckless abandon. what if you were so codependently entangled with someone that killing yourself would be all but certainly a dramatic act of murder-suicide. what if you cared so goddamn much about everyone and everything except yourself and wished you didn't because it would make it all so much easier. and you developed entirely understandable psychological issues about it.

#characters#writing inspiration
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find the word tag

Thank you so much for the tag and words, @duckingwriting! Crawling out of the void to fill this one out today -- let's see what we find in Bent Nails.

Club:

Other than the few friends Michael did know – Carla from book club, Marina from down the street, and Judith who’d called from Switzerland tearfully to give her apologies for being unable to attend the way she wanted to – Michael truly had no idea who the people around him were that had come to mourn his mother. They were a sea of blank faces, a pool of strangers. Michael accepted their shoulder pats and kind intentions because he didn’t know what else to do with them. He knew it was what his mother would’ve wanted him to do.

Pink:

Jacob smiled, pushing his glasses up on his nose. He was wearing pink today, a faded shirt over dark jeans. Michael opened his mouth but nothing came out.

West:

The ride was over too quickly. Sutton held the door open for the Labrador to jump out on to the driveway, and got cold feet, picturing the look on Nick’s face when she opened the door and brought in a living breathing dog. Would he yell? Tell her to go back to the West Coast where she and her radical outlooks belonged? Would he divorce Mom before they could even get married? Get ahold of yourself, she scolded internally. If you’re going to be this puppy’s mother, you need to step up.

Fun:

“I’m right here,” Michael felt the need to point out. He threw down the crowbar with its usual clanging, and started wrestling with the cabinet, his shoulders straining. “Michael…” Lincoln drew his name out. Great, now there were two of them having fun toying with him. “Michael only got here a little while ago, ain’t that right?” Michael wasn’t about to help him. “And?” Sutton said eagerly.

No pressure tags for anyone who sees this, and also @sleepy-night-child @eccaiia @space-writes @halfbakedspuds @aether-wasteland-s and anyone else who wants to look for the words arrangement, volume, voice, and shape!

#tag games#find the word tag#marinating wips#bent nails or something
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i don’t want characters with healthy coping mechanisms, actually. i want them to yearn and weep and suffer and have their brutal worldviews informed and/ or altered exclusively by their unyielding love for like. one other person. sorry

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wip acrostic tag

tagged by @oh-no-another-idea, thank you! my word is WEALTH, and these are all from, The Perils of Wanting because it just wrapped up yesterday and im still !!! about it~

[ID - a purple decorative divider]

W - ‹Which part of the Underdark would you say needs disciplining the most, Ra’soltha? ›

E - Even with the differences wrought by the changedance, how could she not recognise him?

A - At least Ashenivir had a functional grasp of Common—though Rizeth had indeed had an accent when first he’d learned the language, in those early days he’d scarcely known enough of it to display one.

L - Long, elastic minutes turned him dizzy, melted his voice to gasps and needy whimpers.

T - True want writ clear on his face, those pleading eyes, the simple nearness of him—Goddess, do you have any idea how hard it is to say no to you?

H - He’d never lived with anyone before, not like this—their things would entangle, their habits would clash; how long would it be before his idiosyncrasies wore Rizeth to exasperation?

[ID - a purple decorative divider]

no-pressure tagging @artdecosupernova-writing @mjjune @princessbonecrimes and @vacantgodling with the word AMOUNT

Obedience taglist: @foxboyclit @belovedviolence @thegreatobsesso @notwritinganyflufftoday (ask to be +/-)

#how could she not recognize him? << these lines are always so good#the simple nearness of him i love that#and the last one! things entangling habits clashing...i don't know what exactly but that reads like poetry. to me#other writer's writing
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Day 8/15: Afternoon Thunderstorms

8: Current favourite ship? Why?

Not counting my own, since that feels like cheating, my ship has always been Klapollo from AA. I just find it fun. They're not technically canon, but they're flirting through all the game and it makes me laugh I can actually see an argument that Henry and Jack are just Klapollo in a different context. Henry's much more,,, combative than Apollo is though ;D

Afternoon Thunderstorms

WIP: ASM Wordcount: 808

#dry wolfe said cheerfully#kdfjhskdfhjsdfkhs love it#the way he's at peace with the rain but already staked out a place should jack need the cover 🥺#all these displays of affection never cease to get me in the feels#aw this is so fun and sweet#other writer's writing
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