Find the word tag

Thanks for the tag @writingrosesonneptune @theink-stainedfolk

My words are: reach, turn, held, crank, ordinary, dust, sanctuary, clouds

Reach (from The Glass Cage): Playa reached out. Her fingertips hit something smooth and slick.

I knew it. She thought. Just like the other enclosure, this one is encased in a clear glass.

Turn(ed) (from Snow on the Pines): All was as quiet as the Deep. The three slipped out through the South Gate unnoticed. Fen paused for a moment and turned to look back at Fernstan for what may be the last time.

Held (from Wings of Twilight): “This is it!” Fen declared. “Playa is being held somewhere in here.”

Crank (from Snow on the Pines): Two placed their hands upon the crank and turned. The gears of the windlass rotated, and up rose the anchor from the water.

Ordinary (from Snow on the Pines): “To be honest, I don’t have any idea how I’ve managed .” Fen told her [Cya]. “What is ordinary for those on the ground can seem awfully foreign to those who live above it. Sometimes I don’t know where I fit in, having lived a life I wasn’t meant to live.”

Sanctuary (from Snow on the Pines): “You will be denied entry to the five villages and the outposts for the duration of one year. For that time, you will be outside of the protection that the law provides. Only in the Sanctuary of Exiles will you find refuge.”

Dust (from Wings of Twilight): Unlike the other parts of the facility, which were meticulously cleaned, these corridors were heavily covered with dust and debris, as if no one had been in them for a very long time.

Clouds (from The Glass Cage): It was like a sea of clouds or fog. Everything shifted and flowed, changing from smooth white to story grey, then back in no time at all.

Tagging @moltenwrites @write-with-will @ark-inkweaving @thebookishkiwi @winterandwords

@eccaiia @finchmomentwrites @novel-nook-blog @honeybewrites @theaistired and open tag

Your words are: storm, danger, gamble,rumor

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @pippinoftheshire

Here’s a watercolor piece I’m working on right now featuring Fen and Playa (I may use this as cover art for Snow on the Pines if it looks good):

NP tag @sarandipitywrites @world-of-iridensia @write-with-will @riveriafalll @moltenwrites

@winterandwords @ahordeofwasps @leahnardo-da-veggie @writingrosesonneptune @gioia-writes-and-others and open tag

Tag: 9 Lines 9 People VII

I was tagged by @winterandwords! Thank you!

Have something from a very old concept I'm playing around with again, currently called GAPS WIP:

Elia is speaking to her fiance one-on-one for the first time ever. His family is not like hers at all. Also she hates meeting new people. It's... not a good time, though Hugh is trying to be charming enough for both of them.

I tag @keen2meecha, @corishadowfang, @space-writes, and anyone else who wants to play! As always, no pressure!

Last Line Tag

I was tagged in this awhile ago. I'm never gonna stop slacking, my bad. Thanks for the tag @winterandwords!

Julie flung slime onto the ground. A short wave of annoyance hitting when spindly strands only wrapped around her instead. Annoyance growing at a downright evil smell hitting her face.

"Why the fuck do you both smell like you went dumpster diving in fish guts on a hot summer day?"

She turned her head and saw the bleeding and highly unamused bear morpher holding Elliot in her arms. Clothed more in blood than whatever torn fabric resided.

"Skunk morpher," Saz stated monotone, resting Elliot in front of the other morpher before walking off.

"Dead skunk morpher." Elliot added, burying his face in his hands.

Six Song OST Game!

Again! Tagged by @mysticstarlightduck here, thanks!

Blank prompts:

Event that defines your character's past: How your character sees themselves: How others view them: Their closest relationship: A major fight scene: End Credit Scene:

A quick spin of the OC wheel this time gives us:

Lily!!

A 200-ish year old teenager that...gets into a loooooot of trouble. A lot of the time. Well. She gets into trouble because trouble finds her most of the time.

Event that defines your character's past: Penny's Song - Felicia Day How your character sees themselves: Merry Happy - Kate Nash How others view them: Bad Reputation - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts Their closest relationship: Interlude - Yuki Kajiura A major fight scene: Sabotage - Beastie Boys End Credit Scene: Do That Thang - Lady Sway

Tagging no pressure!

@tc-doherty @bloodlessheirbyjacques @aether-wasteland-s @nacricissa @theeccentricraven

@daisywords @faeriecinna @americanfemcel @emberlyric @theprissythumbelina

@crazyinspirationaldreams @vacantgodling @erieautumnskies

@talesofsorrowandofruin @tryingtimi @theoracleofgiana

@at-thezenith @full-on-sam @lyutenw @librarysilverfish

@theunboundwriter @sleepyowlwrites @karkkidoeswriting @thesorcerersapprentice @ryns-ramblings

@charlesjosephwrites @aalinaaaaaa @mjjune @adie-dee

@concealeddarkness13 @wordswrittenbynight @winterandwords @toribookworm22

@serafyyn @gummybugg @carnocus @everthewip @sentfromwolves

@somethingclevermahogony @kaylinalexanderbooks @sodaliteskull @asterhaze

@flowerprosegarden @leahnardo-da-veggie @thegoddesswater @rhikasa and OPEN TAG!

Run In With A Deranged Skunk

I needed this written down somewhere. Lol take the roughest smashing together of words my sleepy brain could conjure. Let's get into some Fucked at Five fuckery.

The bear morpher had regretted leaving their shoes behind on the transport for this mission as soon as a whiff of something foul crawled up her nose. It wasn't the deep smell of rot. Or human gore, for once. She couldn't quite figure it out.

Elliot was oddly still. Stiff as a board as his breathing strained. Like breathing through a plush towel. Almost sounding like the air around him was thinner than her own. He had to fight just to crane his neck in Saz's direction, his greenish eyes pinpricked.

"Look," The word came out as a wheeze.

Saz squinted. Catching a glimmer of metal among the foliage. A cage? Restraints? Her eyes caught the outline of a hunched over figure. A rabid morpher.

They both heard the audible clink of a latch.

And the bear morpher cursed grabbing the dear morpher with a swiftness she was sure had only come from years of wrestling. Adrenaline bumping against her, making her hands tremble. She slung the man onto her back, before pushing off.

Push! Push! Push!

She heard a low growl from somewhere behind them, maybe more like beside? It was hard to tell over the sound of her own feet. And Elliot's choked breaths. A couple locs slipping free from their hold, drumming against her skin. The deer morpher dead weight on her back.

Push! Push!

Her claws gouged at the dirt beneath her feet. Bottom of her feet bleeding from the stray sharp rock catching her. She could smell the odor more strongly. Making the air thick. Making her head pound. Burning her nose. More than the burn in her legs. She couldn't fight a rabid morpher by herself and while holding a terrified, damn there shell shocked Elliot on her back.

Ignoring the brief whisper in the back of her mind to drop him, with ease. And knowing if she had fully morphed the pain would slow her down. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, the initial sting of pain keeping her moving. Short growls rumbling in her chest as her blood trickled into her scruff. Her fur growing thicker, feeling like needle pinpricks as she felt her initial rush of adrenaline begin to trickle off.

Push!

Saz nearly stumbled, grunting. A brief tweak of pain in her ankle.

The bear morpher could've cried when they caught sight of the transport. She flopped back onto the track bed, Elliot releasing her without any effort. The forceful contact making him grunt.

Saz trembled, exerted to the point of nausea. The bear morpher swallowed and grinned. Damn there feral as the sweat poured down her face.

"Get it together. Regroup." She took a deep inhale, assaulted with the smell.

She pushed Elliot further back in the truck bed. Digging her claws into her thighs. Tearing through the remnants of her sweats. And the meat of her thigh. The warmth of her own blood travelling down her legs. Blood staining what remained of the fabric and her fur as she fully morphed. Roaring out in pain and as a warning.

The rabid morpher flashed gnarled claws, tail swishing stiffly. Drool bubbled at their maw. Dingy white stripes apparent on their matted fur.

Saz craned her neck and panted. Standing tall she bared her teeth.

Fight!

Remains of a Night | Aberration of Sunlight: Beta stage!

Hello to everyone! I'm super happy and excited to announce that another one of my wips has reached beta stage. It's a series of two books: with Remains of a Night being the first, and Aberration of Sunlight wrapping up the story. Like before, if anyone would like to give a wee fellow writer a hand, I'd beam in gratitude☺ If not -- if you could at least boost this post, that'd be delightfully kindly of you. ❤

Sign-up period: till April 10

Genre: sci-fi horror, taking place on either an icy planet, or in the dead of cosmic space, as we're on the runnnn

i love angry characters 

i love characters who are open and vocal about their anger– whether it is directed at a toxic system, person, or at an event or circumstance unique to them 

i love angry characters because i am sick of anger being seen as something that is uncouth and something that should be restrained, kept quiet, never acted upon 

i love angry characters because i am angry, and anger isn’t always rational, but it is real and deserves to be acknowledged –people and characters should have the right to be loud and angry and for it to not constantly be shown in a negative light 

big fan of characters who have it all under control when theyre put in situations but no idea how to be like a regular guy doing regular stuff when all is said and done.

sunday snippet

A bit from the chapter I just polished off; I didn't have to make a ton of changes on this but made some little tweaks that I'm pretty sure slap. :) Enjoy poor Simon going through it.

The Insuppressible Electra Ray // Simon POV

HAHA

Oh my god I was just looking at a scene that didn't make the final cut and absolutely cracked up, having no memory of whatsoever of writing this line:

I have to find a new place to put that; making this post so I don't forget. This is tiny glinting nugget of pure gold.

Mistletoe Kiss!

I know, I know. It's not christmas, nor a holiday time that has anything to do with mistletoe but like...I'm going through my tags and this was here. So ha.

Was tagged by @tryingtimi for the tag game here, (and also if you follow the link you get to read one of her spotify-wrapped pieces), thanks!

I spun the OC wheel for this and it landed on Alyssa, so have a nice moment of sisterly affection between the wolf-shifter sisters that I wrote for this.

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Alyssa gave a small whine as she stared up at the tree. Earth winter had come, and with it came the loss of the colorful trees. The bare branches twisted towards the sky, like the trees were forming hands that begged the skies for sustenance. For warmth. For something other than the cold grey sky.

She trotted onward, through the snow that reminded her of home, stopping when she spotted a bit of green still in the branches nearby. She increased her pace until she was directly under it, looking up and tilting her head. A bit of green was indeed still in the tree, but it looked…different.

The snow crunching nearby told her of someone catching up to her, Alyssa waiting until her companion grew closer until she spoke.

"What is this?" she asked. "The colors are gone, yet this one remains."

"Humans call it Mistletoe," her sister answered, looking up at it as well. "They have many legends around it. Mostly they use it as an excuse to kiss each other."

Alyssa's ears went up as she turned to look at her sister. They would be mirrors of each other, if Kashi were not taller at the shoulder and broader of frame.

"Kiss?"

"A human show of affection," Kashi answered, snow crunching as she began to walk on. "They smash faces together and sometimes use tongues."

"So it is like licking?" Alyssa asked, bounding after her.

"Not quite so."

"I wish I could have a human show me," she said, looking back up at the plant. Mistletoe.

"Our ways are not their ways," Kashi answered, turning and flicking her tail. Alyssa ignored her sister's impatience, only acknowledging it with a huff as she continued to stare. Snow began to fall in light patches around them, the sky finally breaking.

"They could be," Alyssa muttered.

"But not yet," Kashi answered, walking up to her. She nuzzled her sister for a moment, pressing the tip of her nose against Alyssa's cheek. She gave a gentle nip followed by a little lick. "And not for some time. But there. That is similar to a human kiss on the cheek. Will you leave it, now? Or must I worry about finding you tackling a poor human and attempting to figure out what a kiss is the hard way?"

Alyssa grinned and gave a bark, ducking down into a playful manner before leaping to bite Kashi on the face, her sister ducking away with a growl and taking off. Alyssa took off after her, tongue out to the side as she ran.

That was her sister, after all. Gruff and mean and angry…unless it was her. She would happily hold that little 'kiss' on her cheek in her mind for the time being.

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Tagging, no pressure! Follow the madness and write mistletoe-OC-kisses at the start of spring because time is an illusion and has no power over us!!!!

@tc-doherty @bloodlessheirbyjacques @aether-wasteland-s @nacricissa @theeccentricraven

@daisywords @faeriecinna @americanfemcel @emberlyric @theprissythumbelina

@crazyinspirationaldreams @vacantgodling @erieautumnskies

@talesofsorrowandofruin @theoracleofgiana

@at-thezenith @full-on-sam @lyutenw @librarysilverfish

@theunboundwriter @sleepyowlwrites @karkkidoeswriting @thesorcerersapprentice @ryns-ramblings

@charlesjosephwrites @aalinaaaaaa @mjjune @adie-dee

@concealeddarkness13 @wordswrittenbynight @winterandwords @toribookworm22

@serafyyn @gummybugg @carnocus @everthewip @sentfromwolves

@somethingclevermahogony @kaylinalexanderbooks @sodaliteskull

@flowerprosegarden @leahnardo-da-veggie @thegoddesswater @rhikasa and OPEN TAG!

Thanks to @ark-inkweaving for the tag!

These lines are all coming from my ten previous Flash Fiction Friday pieces, starting with the most recent one! :D

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These Vows Renewed

Prayers for a Spark

Stab in the Dark

Impending Eclipse

The Crow's Gift

Don't Lose Feathers Over It

Deadly Proposition

No Good Choices

A Toast to Tomorrow's Problem

A Thesis in Bloodlust

Seeing as all these came from flash fiction, words were at a premium for such pieces, hence why they're all so short. A lot of them are either thesis statements for the core theme or concept of the piece, a line to set the start of the scene or they're a link with another part of that particular plotline. Some of these start with dialogue, and more broadly a lot of them invoke some sort of sensory detail (sound and visuals are the most predominant).

Notably, the opener for Deadly Proposition was a subtle reference to what would've happened had Nepheret succeeded in his goal, as well as it implying alcohol.

Meanwhile, the line for Don't Lose Feathers Over It is a parallel to the opening line for Fading Swansong. The only difference is in who is plucking the strings! xD

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Here's an open tag for everyone to share their opening lines, plus @seastarblue @winterandwords @drippingmoon @thatndginger @thepeculiarbird @bardic-tales @nightmaricwriter @spideronthesun and @tryingtimi

nine lines nine people

tagged by @oh-no-another-idea, thank you! nine from A Question of Trust today, since i’m about to shove my hands back into the guts of this thing and fix it so help me god-

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no-pressure tagging @sarandipitywrites @chauceryfairytales @rhikasa @ink-flavored @tabswrites @winterandwords @ceph-the-ghost-writer @artdecosupernova-writing and @charlesjosephwrites

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