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So believe me, I get it. I get not wanting to trust, or believe, or that you scream at the storms, pleading for the thunder or lightening to claim you as their own so at least something would, but you have a very unique chance here. You have the chance to have a real family. That's real.

excerpt from an RP, @kingturtlemusings

#musings #quotes #scream #thunder #family #excerpts #rp excerpts #you know those moments you write something and then go 'oh shit' #YEAAAHHH

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OC Memory Prompts?

.... I’m tempted to start making prompts for the Writeblr community and beyond to write specific OC memories. Like.... ‘Write about the first time your OC fell in love’. Or.... ‘Write about the first time your OC felt grief.’ Those sorts of things. 

#writeblr #writing prompts #oc prompt #writing #original writing #Would people be interested in stuff like that? #Might be fun little things to jog the writing brain

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Every time I think I’ve followed all the writers I can there’s always more out there

You sneaky little bastards

So I’m doing another writeblr boost.

Please reblog this if you’re a writeblr, particularly if you post about your original work and/or writing references!

#HOI #I'm a slightly newer writeblr #or rather I have a lot of older stories on this account that I need to revamp #along with a theme revamp because-.... chirst #but HI I POST WRITING THINGS

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FIVE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE THOUSAND SIX HUNDRED STORIES

FIVE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE THOUSAND WORKS IN PROGRESS

FIVE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE THOUSAND SIX HUNDRED STORIES

HOW DO YOU KEEP TRACK, KEEP TRACK OF—

*music screeches to a halt*

…

*resumes singing, sweating*

FIVE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE THOUSAND SIX HUNDRED AND ONE STORIES

#writing meme #OH GOD MOOD #not a story

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#meme #not writing #there we go that works for a tag for this sort of stuff #but #yeeaaaahhh #MADE OF STEEL #'I liek your ocs' #*immediately dies*

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Writing? Oh, no, I think you mean lovingly tending to my WIPs like I was watering a potted garden, only to have three new WIPs rush into the room, knocking everything over and making a complete mess. Then, innocently and happily as stray cats, staring up at me.

You know. As though the old WIPs aren’t sobbing on the floor, broken pipes aren’t spraying water everywhere, and my neighbors are looking at me like I invited these new heathens inside. Oh, and did I mention the house is on fire? 

Because one of the WIPs found the trope closet.

#writer problems #writing #wips #turtle rambles #in other news I'm trying really hard not to write a story that might cause some hardcore /judgement/ #and glaring at my WIPs for destroying my house

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hello lovelies! i’m looking for more blogs to follow, so reblog/like if you are

a writeblr.

an aesthetic personal blog.

a bookblr.

and/or if you post

writing content (preferably fantasy related).

literature (both classic and modern) edits. 

historical pictures/textposts (preferably wwi & wwii eras).

disney.

avatar: the last airbender.

dc comics.

voltron: legendary defenders.

the grishaverse.

photography.

art.

quotes.

thank you!

#hi hi! #I mostly write fantasy #I also do some art for the stories sometimes! #not a story

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calling all writeblrs!!

like/reblog this if you:

write fantasy

write anything honestly

want new friends to vent about your wip with

honestly pretty much just if you’re a writeblr lmao

i’m trying to make new friends here so please boost this if you want!!:)

#Hi!!! #I'm working on getting this blog fully revamped #and editing my existing WIPs to be more writeblr friendly #but I write almost entirely fantasy #and I love talking world building! :'D

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me, reaching the part in the story where I have to kill off my favourite character even though I’ve known it was coming since the beginning:

#writing meme #not a story #ooph #felt this one hardcore with one of my older stories #I got to the point in the outline they died and I was just- #a sobbing mess

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I need people to follow!

#WHY HELLO #I'm working on actually posting content again #but GREETINGS #I like and follow from ardentisnox #but this is where I post my writing primarily <3

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WIP Ideas I’m gonna try

All titles are just-.... temporary. Titles are hard.

Elemental Spirits;; Fantasy or Modern/Fantasy revolting around four spirits of elemental power who discover their very existence is at threat.

Magic and Arrows;; True Fantasy, adventures of a young magic user and an unwilling thief as they help find and create a new homeland, and potentially even save the world.

A Demon’s Aria;; A young demon struggles to find his way in the underworld, finding a mentor, and challenges everything the demons know about hell.

#wips #wip #turtle rambles #I have so many wips on here already but god damn it I have ideas okay

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A Re-Introduction

Greetings! I’m new, kind of. I’m Jay, he/him, I’m 22, and I’ve been around Tumblr for a long while. However, I never knew there was an actual Writeblr before recently! So!! Hi! I’m rebranding this blog into a Writeblr, I have a few WIPs on here right now, but you’ll see more from me soon. I ask for a bit of patience, since I’m still pretty new to the community, but I’m excited to get back into it all.

As for what I write, I primarily write fantasy and sci-fi. I dabble in modern or ‘slice of life’, but I like to specialize in reinventing old concepts into new, interesting stories. I also love to world build, make new races and species, and draw! 

This is a side blog, so I follow back from @ardentisnox! 

#writeblr #new writeblr #original writing #original writer #introduction

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thequeenturtle --> kingturtlemusings

Doing some clean up and moving some stuff around, going to reboot this blog. <3 

#Turtle rambles

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Tremor - Chapter 1

Doctors and nurses bustled about, all too many of them pulling double shifts, and yet they were still outnumbered ten to one by patients. Ven Rial hadn’t suffered this critical of an attack in over a generation, and it showed in the strain and numb grief on many of the caretakers faces.

But even with the overwhelmed staff, there was still those visiting, and the few patients that didn’t require much care. Molly Cresswood was one such patient. Despite the once severe nature of her injuries, she was now well enough to get around the hospital by herself for the most part. In fact, it was almost commonplace to see the amputee mechanic blazing down the hall in her wheelchair.

Most of the nurses loved her, because many of the patients knew that she was a part of the Allied Agency team that fought back in the attack. When she visited patients, she could brighten their day, and keep them comfortable with idle conversation that few others had the time for.

Even with her volunteered duties, she still returned to her shared room several times throughout the day. It was less to do with her needing rest, and more to do with her wanting to check in on the patient there, as many suspected.

Nearly everyone in the hospital knew who Willow Clarkson was. Many people knew the role the agent played in defending the sylian city. Graviton did not win that day, despite the large, mysterious group’s efforts. The Allied Agent was found in the damage to one of the Ven Rial’s key power plants with extreme injuries, along with the corpse of the Graviton agent’s mission leader.

She had been unconscious for three weeks now. Three weeks that the city had been conducting repairs, trying to recover from the shock and the damage from the attack. The sylian people had done well to accommodate her and her team, but compared to Willow and Molly, the other’s injuries were minor at best. At least, their physical injuries.

Molly hated seeing Willow on life support. Ever since they’d met, Willow had seemed nearly invincible, never hesitating to run into danger if it meant achieving her goals or saving someone. Now, she seemed almost fragile, laying there with so many cords attached to her for life support. Every day that passed made it seem more and more like she’d never wake up.

A scarlet-orange skinned ciani teen slipped quietly into the room, catching Molly’s eye. The scout smiled at the newcomer. “... Hey Chickadee.”

Raven offered a small smile, folding her arms over her chest and looking to Willow again. Her smile faltered. “... Hey.”

“How’re the others?” Molly asked, leaning a bit forward to catch Raven’s eye.

The ciani turned to her, hesitating. “... Dion’s still working to try and retrofit an emergency generator for the hospital. Apparently their original blew up in the attack, and he was worried the- power drain in the city? He thought if he fixed it, it could help to support the hospital, or something. I didn’t understand most of it.”

Molly huffed faintly. “... They need to fix the power situation quick. They’ve had three weeks to fix it.”

Raven nodded slightly, moving to sit next to Willow’s bed. “... Any- change?”

Now it was the scout’s turn to hesitate. Molly looked back to Willow, biting her lip. “Nothing significant, according to the doctors.”

“... How lo-.”

Raven’s question was interrupted by the lights in the room shutting off, plunging them into relative darkness. The sounds of Willow’s life support disappeared, the only light filtering through the blinds of the window. The teenager gasped softly, and Molly could see her stand up and walk up to Willow, tense.

Molly felt panic grip her chest. “Raven, get a nurse, now.” She spoke as clear and authoritative as she could, wheeling herself a bit further away from Willow preemptively. Raven jumped, but gave a shaky nod, darting out of the room.

A sylian nurse and a doctor rushed in after a moment and began checking over Willow, Raven at their heels. The doctor turned to Molly and Raven. “Could you wait outside, please?”

The scout stared at the doctor, ready to justify her presence nearby her friend, before she spotted the glance to the ciani teen. The statement wasn’t for her. If they had to do anything extensive, Raven shouldn’t have to see it. “I-... yes, of course.” Molly beckoned for Raven, angling herself toward the door. Raven stared at her, a shocked and almost panicked look in her eyes as the doctors set to work. The scout reached up and gently touched her forearm, giving her a gentle, but firm look. “... Raven. I could use a hand in wheeling out. Come on.”

Raven was tense, clasping her hands in front of her in worry. It took a second, but she finally nodded, unrooting her feet from the floor and moving behind Molly, pushing her out of the room. Worry gnawed at the back of her mind, seeing the staff run around, trying to handle this new emergency. The scout bit her lip. “Chickadee-, come on, let’s go see Dion. I might be able to help with retrofitting that generator.”

“But- I want to stay close to Miss Willow.” Raven spoke so softly that Molly almost had to strain to hear over the shouts.

“I know, Chickadee, but the best way to help Willow is to get the power back on.” The scout looked up at her, trying to reassure her, but worry was still in her expression. “If you want to stay here, then you can, but just try to stay out of the doctor’s way, alright? And come find me if you need me.”

The ciani bit her lip, giving an anxious nod. “... A-alright.... But how are you getting to the basement? You’re-....” She looked down to the wheelchair, and the missing prosthetic leg.

Molly giggled softly. “The last thing you gotta worry about is me, Chickadee. I’ll be fine.” To solidify her point, she started wheeling away, down the hallways. It wasn’t too hard to navigate around the doctors, but once she got to the stairs down to the basement, she hesitated, biting her lip. Molly took a deep breath to steady herself, locking her wheels with her hand before pushing herself up, swaying on her single leg. She instinctively braced herself with her bad arm as well, pressing it against the wall and grimacing at the pain that smarted. Taking another deep breath, she grabbed the railing next to the stairs, hopping down to the first step.

She swayed again, but gritted her teeth against it this time, letting herself ride it out with the railing as her support. Willow needed help. Every moment counted. Molly hopped down each step a bit easier than the last, until she got to the bottom, where the railing ended. She braced herself, spotting a shelf a couple yards away. The scout leapt from the bottom step, stumbling and barely catching herself with the shelf, but she caught a sharp edge of it. Molly yelped softly as the palm of her hand started to sting. The impact caused something to fall, creating a clatter.

“Alright, whoever’s there, I’m in no mood for games.” A familiar voice called out, tinged with annoyance and slightly muffled.

“But are you in the mood for some help?” Molly called back, giving a tired smile as she hopped slightly slower, along the shelf. She nearly tripped over the box that fell, stumbling, but she used her injured arm to stabilize herself.

“Molly?” Dion called, footsteps signalling his nearness just before he appeared. He looked dreadful, his eyes tinged blue around the edges, and his scales seeming almost chipped and dry. How long had it been since he last slept? But when he neared, wrapping her bad arm around his shoulders and slipping a gentle hand around her waist. She could feel some form of tool in the palm of his hand, but the support let her release the shelf. “What are you doing here? H-how did you even get down the stairs?”

“Hippity hopping, Scaley.” Molly attempted to chirp, but it came out a little strained as he helped her hop toward where he appeared from. “The power for the whole building is out. Including Willow’s life support. We gotta get the generator working, like yesterday.”

“You have one hand and one leg, Molly.” Dion drawled. “How are you going to help me get the generator working, exactly?”

“Scaley, I thought from knowing Willow, you’d know a thing or two about human ingenuity. Come on.” Molly blinked as she spotted the generator. It looked- more like a mess than a generator. Wires everywhere, some exposed, some even tangled. The whole thing looked like it’d been hit by a Roach shuttle. Molly couldn’t help but stare. “... Dion.”

The mechanic looked to her, hesitantly. “... Yes, I know it’s a mess. The real generator got blown up in the attack. I’ve just been trying to make something work by pulling in spare parts, but-.” He sighed, looking over the generator.

Molly braced herself against a part that seemed sturdy, balancing and slipping her arm off of Dion’s shoulders. “... Well, we’ve got some work to do. Let’s get to it.”

Time passed with barely a few words between them, often just a ‘could you hand me that’, or ‘I need a T junction cable’. Molly sat on top of the generator, using her elbow to brace herself so that she could use her good hand, hooking things up as best she could, as fast as she could. A thud shook the structure, making her miss connecting a wire with its holding, followed shortly by a hissed word in a sylian dialect.

“Think I can guess what that means, Scaley. You alright?” Molly didn’t look up from her work, curling her leg underneath her to lean further into the generator.

“Yes, I’m fine, just-... hit my head is all.” Dion grumbled. “Any progress up there?”

“I think I’m almost done.” Molly connected a few more wires before starting to try and push herself out from the generator, hopping onto her foot and supporting herself. “Done. What about you? Fuel line patched up?”

“Just about.” Dion grunted. He was tightening something with a tool, underneath the generator. “... How was Raven handling it, last you saw?”

Molly sighed, kneeling down and supporting herself with her hand. “... Not well. She was terrified. She practically imprinted on Willow, y’know.”

“It- it might be too late. You know that, right?”

The scout looked away. “... You should know Willow doesn’t quit, Dion. She just- doesn’t. She’ll hold on, til the life support comes back, then she’ll wake up. You’ll see.”

“... You don’t sound convinced.” Dion shifted out from underneath the generator, rolling onto knees and standing, offering a hand to Molly to help her stand. The scout frowned, not taking it for a moment before giving in, pulling herself up with his help. Dion let his hand hover on her waist to see if she wobbled, which she did. He supported her once more until she gripped onto the generator’s structure.

Molly bit her lip, exhausted from all the movement, leaning against the generator to catch her breath. “And you need to have a little faith, Dion. You’ve known Willow the longest out of all of us. You know how stubborn she is.”

Dion shook his head, leaning down to start up the generator. It roared to life, making Molly flinch, before it slowly quieted to a thrum, clanking every now and then. He looked to the scout, his eyes tired and dull. “... Stubbornness only goes so far, Molly. And for me? Faith is in short supply.” He held out a hand for her to take.

She stared at it for a moment, wiping the sweat off her brow. “... Well, trust in me, then. After all, we got the generator working. Have a bit of trust that I know what I’m talking about with this too.” She took the mechanic’s hand, letting him support her again and wrapping her bad arm over his shoulders. He didn’t meet her gaze again, but helped to support her as they walked through the basement.

Dion took the stairs slow for Molly, but the scout could hear the difference in tone up on the main floor. There were still shouts of concern, but emergency power was back on. Molly grinned tiredly as Dion lowered her into her wheelchair, unlocking the wheels and steering it down the hall. She was grateful for the assistance, leaning back in her chair.

Raven stood sharply at seeing the two, hands clasped in front of her. “The- the power’s back.”

“Told ya I’d fix it, Chickadee.” Molly smiled at her, giving a tired laugh.

“We fixed it, Cresswood.” Dion interjected quietly.

“Like I said, I fixed it.”

Raven smiled at the banter, her eyes still worried, but a little bit less tense. However, the tension returned tenfold when a doctor appeared from Willow’s room. The three stilled, banter set aside as three sets of gazes were on the doctor, looking for any hint of news. The sylian doctor looked between them, hesitant for a moment that seemed to last forever, until he spoke two words that resonated with the three of them. Molly looked to Raven in shock. Raven stared at the doctor for several fast heartbeats before she bolted into the room, tears welling up in her eyes.

“She’s awake.”

#tremor #again I'm pretty sure this is a little shorter but hey at least I freaking posted something #I'm not deeeeaaaadddd :D

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Tremor - Prologue

The darkened room hardly appealed to his tastes. The only reason he hadn’t had more lights installed in the room was because it made the holographic figures harder to see. Personally, he would’ve preferred to conduct these meetings in person, but with how vast the galaxy was and how dangerous it was to be seen together, he supposed this was for the best.

Still, he had to squint a bit to see the expressions on his officers, even when he stood right in front of their holographic form. Most would say that it was the early onset of old age, but he begged to differ. It had to be the brightness, not his eyes.

“We all saw the report on the Ven Rial situation, but what actually happened?” An older ciani man grumbled, resting his cheek against his fist. The Surveyor, he had taken as his title, was one of his most senior officers.

“Guardian didn’t accomplish his mission, simple as that.” A young sylian male responded, his hologram sitting sideways in his chair, legs crossed over the armrest. To the man, he seemed almost permenately disinterested, unless the subject was on technology.

“That’s not an answer, Nelisk.” A cooing voice came from a pretty female garn hologram, her long, cream colored fur styled with beads and braids.

The sylian snarled lightly. “It’s Architect, Phantom. Don’t forget without my aid, you wouldn’t be able to do any of your work.”

She grinned in such a way that hinted at anger, exposing pointed fangs. “And I’ve told you to call me I’nera, darling. Besides, this comm is secure, we don’t need to use our code names here, of all places.”

The Architect righted himself in his chair, gripping the armrests tightly and opening his mouth to speak when the Surveyor interrupted. “This is petty and a waste of time. What became of the Guardian?”

“He was killed while battling an Allied Agent, Surveyor.” Architect growled, leaning back in his chair. “I told him not to lead the mission himself, but he was always prideful.”

“Who is this Agent? Not many can kill an Officer. Perhaps we should look into recruitment.” Surveyor looked to another one of the holograms, who had been silent up until now.

“Yes, what does the mighty Composer think?” I’nera cooed, tapping her claws against her armrest. The man faintly grimaced at the sound warping over the hologram, becoming more high pitched.

A human male hologram tilted his head slightly, thinking. “I’ve had my eye on her for a while, but last I heard, Agent Clarkson was not the one to deliver the killing blow, am I right, Architect?”

Architect shook his head, glancing to the side, probably to a screen that was unseen. “No, that fell to Lieutenant Commander Farix Niala. Clarkson was injured in the battle.”

The Surveyor rolled his eyes, resting his jaw against his knuckles. “Against a warrior such as the Guardian, it’s a miracle she’s still alive.”

“But she is still alive.” I’nera murmured, tilting her head as her tail flicked thoughtfully. “I could take care of that for us. Retribution for our fallen officer.”

“Retribution? You just want an excuse to bloody your paws, Phantom.” The Architect sneered. The man sighed, reflecting on how much the two reminded him of bickering children.

A light cough brought eyes to the holographic image of the Composer. “... Perhaps instead of thinking of murder, we should look into choosing a new officer. Guardian’s job was quite pivotal, after all. We need someone to organize the training of our troops.”

“Isn’t that your job, Composer?” Architect sighed. “Finding personnel?”

Composer laughed, a strange, lilting sound. “Oh, no, no, no. I’ve had no part in choosing the Star’s Edge Officers, Architect. That’s all his doing. Isn’t it, sir?”

The holograms fell silent. The man stretched a little, yawning. “Computer, hologram capture on.” He hummed, clasping his hands behind his back. The gathered officers glanced toward him, as though seeing him for the first time since the conversation began.

“Yes, it is my doing.” He smiled. “I rather like choosing my comrades myself, hm? Granted, Composer, you do a wonderful job of finding key personnel that keep us afloat. But the Star’s Edge is a bit of a- oh, personal project for me. You four are cornerstones, as was Ren Kexen before his death. We, friends, are the foundation upon which our cause is built.”

“Kexen’s death pains me. He was a friend, and a worthy officer. He will be missed, and he will be honored as we move forward. His sacrifice was absolute, leaving behind a wife and two sons, but we still live. Our cause still lives. We must focus on that.”

Kexen was important to their cause, but truth be told, he had suspected that his officer was growing distracted as of late. Clarkson had grown beyond the limitations he’d set for her, becoming perhaps a better agent than he could have ever taught her to be. It was interesting, he reflected, how jealous Kexen seemed to be of his late apprentice. Why couldn’t he have been proud?

He supposed it could be something as simple as a cultural difference, but perhaps Kexen was not the person he’d thought him to be.

The Composer smiled, drawing his attention back to the situation at hand. “Have you already picked out a new officer, then?”

He nodded, looking up briefly. “Computer, send comm invite to the Conqueror, if you please.”

#tremor #this feels so short #but honestly any more and it feels all bulky

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Travel would always be in his blood, but without the heart, blood would cease to flow. And his heart, he was beginning to find, no longer belonged solely to himself.

Excerpt from a roleplay -  @thequeenturtle

#excerpts #dear lord I looked at this and just went 'wait that came from my keyboard? what?'

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Notes on Fuse

Fuse is completed as of Chapter 22. However, that doesn’t mean that it’s over. :3 Fuse was always meant to be the first book in a series, and I’m holding true to that. It will be called the Zenith Chronicles. :3

Upcoming to the blog is the second book to the series, Tremor. Keep an eye out! :D

Granted, what I’ve posted here is effectively the first draft. I’m in the process of revising it for printing the book, and once I print it, I’ll likely update the first few chapters as a ‘preview’ deal, and remove the other chapters. I’m going to be looking into how to get it up for Kindle once it’s completed, and that will be an affordable way to get the full book, but I’ll also have a hard copy available eventually. :) 

#Turtle rambles