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Picking my son up from daycare

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wHoever is sending thEse, stop. I'm scared now. Leave me be, Please.

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First Lines Tag Game

I haven't seen these going around recently but I quite like them so why not bring it back.

Rules: Post the first few lines from one of your WIPs; this could be first sentences of the whole story, a chapter of your choice or just from the most recent writing session

I'm doing my newer WIP "On the end of everything + 25 ways to feel comfortable in your own skin" and I actually only have three chapters down so far so here's all of them. I'm not chosing, whatever. My rules (you can also do it like this if you want but you don't have to)

i. prologue

T.S. Elliot once wrote "This is the way the world ends / Not with a bang but a whimper". The great detective Sherlock Holmes once, in faux delirium, brought forth the theory that the world shall be overrun by oysters. 5 month old Sara Smith from Toronto mused, the world would end when she closed her eyes, and be born again once she opened them. As it turned out none of these theories would be very close to the truth.

1. Get a job!

Like so many parents before you, you may ask yourself: "What went wrong". To understand this we must start with the concept of work. On many variations of, for example, the Earth - in such universes where it was present - existed a system in which one spent a third of ones life doing something one didn't want to do, so that one may be allowed continued existence.

ii. breathe

Celia blinked, confused. Or she would have, had she been able to feel her eyelids. The purple light engulfed her like a warm blanket and pierced her flesh like a thousand hedgehog spikes. She looked down on herself to find a dozen holes, but no blood. At those places where she had expected to find her insides bursting out she found vines and flowers growing.

Tagging: @flintlockheart and @hippiewrites but also I wanna tag @cream-and-tea @gummybugg and @andromedaexists because I'm interested :^> (but you don't have to do it if you don't want to) Also anyone who would like to.

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9 lines, 9 people

Thanks to @sam-glade for the tag! These nine sentences are from today's writing in Project Aria...

She shrugs and takes a drink of her coffee. “I’m a manipulator, but it's a talent more than a skill. I always just knew how to get what I wanted out of people. I’m not exactly proud of that, but it was useful and I’m no doubt it’ll keep being useful. It’s what got me Authority service instead of rehab, although I’m not sure that was the better option.” “Neither of them’s the better option.” Sometimes it kind of blows my mind that there are people out there who don’t have conversations like this, whose lives are never touched by any of this, who live and die on the comfortable surface of everything. Sometimes I think about it too much. Sometimes I forget about it entirely.

Tagging @worldsfromhoney, @zestymimblo, @acertainmoshke, @afoolandathief, @ahordeofwasps, @amewinterswriting, @amielbjacobs, @andromeda-grace and @andromedaexists if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in 💜

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last line tag

tagged by @authoralexharvey (ty!! 💕) and finally have new words so i can play tag games again heh

from tnv:)

Asher lifts his glass and clinks it against Arden’s. A heaviness clings to his sister's frame as if it’s been folded into the seams of her dusky, coral-colored gown and the golden circlet nestled in her dark curls. Arden’s natural radiance and fierce wit nowhere to be seen. “It feels odd to celebrate at a time like this,” she mumbles to him.  “I know,” he says, laying a hand on her arm and giving it a light squeeze. He wants to tell her that he’s taking matters into his own hands as they speak. For weeks, he’s been tempted to tell her, to alleviate even the smallest fraction of the anguish in her eyes. And even in this moment just before he slips from the crowd, he still doesn’t know if keeping it from her is the right thing to do.

no pressure tagging: @flowerprose @mjjune @ryns-ramblings @pinespittinink @andromedaexists + anyone who wants to!

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Dead Darlings (tag game)

Thanks @lexiklecksi for tagging me here!

Recently, I've been editing scenes for a musical I've written. It made me look back to a pivotal scene from it, in which Andrei Petrescu, the student body president, tries to go on a spiel. Either way, Elizabeth is encouraged to make a move, but I'm not sure how to approach it.

Andrei:

You see, we are all college-bound, but we are all in trouble. We have senior year issues to deal with: setting the tone for the underclassmen, leading our various clubs, assuring the school wouldn’t fall apart after our graduation. (Lifts the sabre so that the point was near Diego’s neck, and makes him stare at him.) 

We were once innocent freshmen, and now we have been corrupted. We have to compete—we want to go to the college of our dreams, don’t we? (Beat as Diego tries to flick sabre away, but Andrei thrusts it again.) 

But me, I have a greater responsibility than you can ever conceive: leading the school! Not just all the classes, not just all that, but I was elected to the President’s office for a reason! 

I am bound to improve Lakeside School, no matter what it takes! She deserves a fair, beautiful, and established captain like me. Not like you, a slanderous, vain, and cynical sarcastic person.  

@aimeewai, @andromedaexists, what about you?

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No context tag!!!

Tagged by: @serpentarii

Rules: post a snippet with no context from your last project

I'm doing Phoenix 13 because I haven't actually written anything for MMintCO yet

Cyrus meets my eyes, looking to me like I might have some answer, some solution. I don’t. “You know, I’d say, “Oh, I have family problems, too,”” I offer, “But I don’t think being in foster care for fifteen years really matches up against being related to a psychopathic murderer. So, yeah.”

Somehow, that at least gets my brother’s lips to quirk up for just a second. I push onwards, not really sure what I’m saying, but I’m currently less freaked out than Cyrus so I have to at least try to help.

“And, I mean, even if she did, as you said, kidnap and stab me and leave me to die in a burning building, at least it’s not all bad! I have wings, now.”

Tagging: @the-lone-youth @hippiewrites @stesierra

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spring horror is good because of the symbolism of death and rebirth and storms and everything being vibrant but still cold. and summer horror is good because sweltering heat and insects and long days. and fall horror is good because halloween and death and scary movies. and winter horror is good because snow contrasting with blood and freezing temperatures and long nights. btw.

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They say judas is in hell because he betrayed jesus but thats actualy a misconception, that was gods plan and so he didnt do anything wrong. Judas however IS in hell because god thinks he made his son gay

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Last Line Tag

Thanks @hippiewrites for tagging me!

Here's a little snippet of Out There, where Jessica struggles with the call to action and wonders if she could actually help Carina. Unlike Caroline, Jessica has been into the realms before, so what do you think may happen next?

Should I be really going into the realms now? I have to stay here and go to college. But what if the realms were gone, somehow? Where would I go?  

A sinking feeling sunk down her throat and slid through her stomach. Emptiness reigned there, along with the acids which disintegrated her lunch, but it ached too, with a ravage fury. Scanning the sidewalk, Jessica ran back inside her house, then took a moment to breathe. 

This call wasn’t meant for me—just don’t let it be for me! It was an accidental rescue, sure, but I can’t be the one to help you.

@andromedaexists, @memento-morri-writes, @dontjudgemeimawriter, what about you?

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Find The Word Tag

Thank you for the tag, @toribookworm22.

My words to find were quiet, dare, & token.

Passing the tag to @andromedaexists, @blind-the-winds, @oh-no-another-idea, and the usual open tag to anyone else who wants it.

You words to find shall be jolt, remote, & toy.

Now, time for Lacuna mixing trans angst with mad science!

Quiet: Empty Names - 21 - Changeling Child

“I don’t want her to worry about me,” she mumbles.  “Same for Road.”

“You mean to say that becoming stuck as a faceless imitation of a human being all night is not cause for concern?”

“It’s fine!” Lacuna snaps defensively and then shrinks back from her own raised voice.  “It’s fine,” she says more quietly.  “I’m fine.  I’m fine.  It’s a problem I’ve been working for a while now and that’s not even the worst thing that’s happened to me so far.  And the enchantment had a safety timer built in, so I would have been fine.” She raises her head, looking through Ashan rather than at him.  “Compared to some of the other mishaps, this one actually felt… nice?  It was quiet.  Like all the thoughts going in my head all the time finally shut up for once and let me just be.  Awareness without a sense of self to be aware of and in a room with no external stimulus.”  She slaps a hand to her forehead and laughs.  “Okay, wow, that does sound bad when I say it aloud, but I promise I’m fine.  It was actually about as restful as sleeping, I’m just a bit frazzled right now from the sudden jolt back into things.  And probably dehydration.  And maybe low blood sugar.  But I’m good now.  Mostly”

Dare: Empty Names - 10 - Cleanup

She suspects those two hadn’t really needed saving themselves, but Glassheart had definitely made it easier for them to get those last two passengers out unharmed.  And he’d looked amazing doing it, no matter which point of view she watched the feed from.  The fluttering dress, the flowing wand motions, and that conjuration at the end.  Goddess, now that was the sort of working that she’d only ever heard about.  Having gotten to see it, even remotely, is almost enough to take the sting out of wishing that could have been her out there doing that, being even half that useful.  Half that brave.  Half that - dare she even think it? - that beautiful.

She indulges a self-deprecating chuckle.  All this, all her… well her everything and now she finds herself wishing she could be like a guy.  Well, to be fair, it’s one specific guy whom she would still be mistaking for a girl if someone hadn’t said something.  Yeah, no one ever needs to know about that mixup.  Seriously, of all people, she should know better by now than to assume.  At least she’d realized her mistake before she actually said anything.  That would have been mortifying.

Token: Empty Name - 17 - Embedded Media

She takes off her gloves, reaches into a cargo pocket on her pants, and fishes out a thin metal sheet, slightly longer and wider than her open hand with the fingers pressed together.  A spiraling, branching mess of mutilated glyphs cover both sides, one for the incantation recording and one for the desired end effect.  

Small, simple changes compounded over time.  That’s the way to do it.  Just alter one body part at a time, and control the speed of the ritual to keep the change gradual, only pushing further when it feels right.  

She’d tried almost this exact same experiment a week back, and the change had lasted a solid twenty minutes after the ritual ended.  Far longer than the seventeen seconds she got out of the full body attempt, but still shorter than what someone with proper training and experience could pull off and nowhere near permanent.  Shortly after she started visiting Crossherd regularly she’d found an alchemist’s shop selling potions that claimed to do the same thing for a full day.  Sure they’d only ever lasted about an hour for her, and that was before she built up a tolerance from drinking one every night for a month straight, but at least they never left her chest itching all the next day like her last experiment had.  The effect on her psyche of seeing and feeling them wear off earlier and earlier until they barely did anything at all had probably been fuel for her current autogenesis issues though.  But that’s what she’s fixing now.  Hopefully.

The idea of tying the transmutive effect to an object was one she had been toying with even before the last mission, but seeing all those natural-born shapeshifters with their abilities tied to a token of some sort made her all that more confident that there was something to it.  And if she has to carry around a veritable deck of enchanted metal cards everywhere she goes to keep a body that feels right, then that’s a small price to pay.

Having learned from past mistakes regarding sudden shifts in center of mass, Lacuna takes a cross-legged seat on the floor, clasps the metal card to her chest, activates the stored incantation, and focuses on the new reality she wants for her body.  

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kittycoles

#d'jeet? wip #al-queue-ical content

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I'm thinking of starting a tag game!

Reblog an assumption of prev's favorite animal :) Don't be afraid of tagging a bunch of people!

@harleyacoincidence @olive-riggzey @what-do-bunyips-look-like @rat-detector @spoonspooker @very-clever-name @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @frostedlemonwriter @seikaisinthevoid @littlemissartemisia @alwaysoutofpaper @shadow-of-tea-and-tea @kaylinalexanderbooks @ghostenluvs

#LISTEN there are so many options here #i know you appreciate the possum but idk if its ur fav #imma take a wild swing and say you give me raccoon lover vibes (/pos)

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Heads Up Seven Up Tag

Thank you for the tag, @hippiewrites.

Passing the (pressure free) tag to @distortedsense, @theimperiumchronicles, @ieppiq, @vacantgodling, @andromedaexists, @theprissythumbelina, @sarahlizziewrites, and the usual open tag for anyone else who wants to join in.

Here's an excerpt from Chapter 21 of Empty Names in which Eris starts to realize that Road - that ideal paragon of a person who seems to make everything better for everyone just by being there - is, perhaps, not well:

“Speaking of that,” Eris says, “what have you had Sully working on that’s so secret?  Not that I’m complaining, but I don’t think I’ve seen the guy since the office opened up.”

“You don’t know?”

“Obviously not.  And every other time I’ve asked something’s conveniently come up for you to change the subject.”

“Strange.  I could have sworn I told you.  It must have just slipped… my… mind…  again…”

A handful of times, on particularly bad nights, Eris has sat with Lacuna when she just sort of shut down.  Those instances were always rough, but seeing Road of all people do it out of the blue like this is chilling.  Like the sun going out and revealing that it’s just been a big light bulb hanging from a poorly-painted ceiling this whole time.  

Lacuna never snapped back to normal abruptly enough to make Eris question if she'd just imagined it though.

“Anyway,” Road resumes, “remember our first mission as a team?”

“It’s barely been two months.”

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Find the Vibe tag game

Thanks @lexiklecksi for tagging me here! The vibe I got here was "send help ASAP"

And here's part of a chase from Iodine, where she's trying to escape the people who claimed to be her biological family:

How did she even follow me here? I bit my lip before I turned to traffic, which loosened up at the moment. The Bridge slowly shuttered down like a curtain, but it took another minute before everything settled down and movement resumed. I joined them in the void, on a conveyor belt to safety.

That was before I heard a screech from my right side, and a sudden crunch of metal. The next thing I noticed, I was off the bridge, but hit myself next to the bus station. Pedestrians panicked, and I could hear someone screaming. I could only do so internally, as I felt myself between the mutated Vespa and the ground. And the scent of blood caught me.

Fidgeting through my pocket, I struggled to go deeper before I felt Enna’s phone, to see if it witnessed any damage. With the exception of a crack, it held up, though I noted the battery hovered at 20%. Not surprising, as it hasn’t been charged since the day Enna passed.

And then a giant towered over me, with her white medical coat in the dim sapphire clouds. Against the fire, I feared I died and went to hell, where I wouldn’t have the privilege of seeing Enna again. The amount of pain became apparent when she and another person gathered my limbs and swung me side by side, side by side…

The only thing which allowed me to have some sort of purpose was the phone.

My vibe for the day is..."a sense of despair".

Try it out @andromedaexists, @writeblrfantasy, @memento-morri-writes, @dontjudgemeimawriter!

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ideas for tumblr staff

dont remove the boop button

stop banning trans women for no reason

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every day I'm clocking in for my shift at the not making sense factory . we don't know what we're making only that it's not sense.

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