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Oscillating wildly today between extreme angst, and content like this.

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✨ WIP intro

🔖 tag list: @winterandwords // @revenantlore // @space-writes // @indecentpause // comment to be added or removed!

📝 all posts from WIP: gay crime bdsm story

#sdaj screaming at all of this #other wips #just casually talking about scene stuff <3 <3

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Daily Sip 4/23

You can reblog this post.

You can make your own post.

You reblog someone else's snip!

Just tag it sipofsnips so everyone can find each other. ^.-

#these boys are RELENTLESS #also swordplay flirting <3 #other wips

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tag list: @winterandwords // @revenantlore // @space-writes // @indecentpause // comment to be added or removed!

For anyone new to the game, Octavius is a mobster and Milo's ratting on him to Scotland Yard in exchange for good medical care for his sister, and it should be fine, because even if he might be developing feelings for Octavius, Octavius would never fall for him back. Right? 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ???

#oh no feeeliiinnggss #restaurant feeding and feelings scenes are SO good #i have two in my current two d/s fic books <3 #other wips

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love is stored in the fictional couple i’ve gotten overly invested in

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im nearly done with my re-outline, and idk if this will end up staying but however, i love this exchange a lot:

“Master, how old will you be?” he asked, as they stepped onto the street. “Why?” “For your birthday—you should spank me for every year.” “Ra’soltha, even you would have trouble with that amount.” “Every decade then.” Rizeth didn’t dignify that with a response. “Every century? I can take seven, Master, you know that.” “Then when I am seven centuries old, you will take seven.”

i adore them, your honour

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

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writers and artists will go "this isn't good enough." my brother in christ, you're creating something new out of nothing and expressing yourself creatively. your productivity and unrealistic standards of perfection do not define you or the worth of your art. you're doing great.

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before you ship something stop and ask yourself... Is this otp material? Make sure your characters are:

Obstinate and inflexible in their actions

Terrible for each other in most circumstances

Poor communicators

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worldbuilding in 5 tag

tagged a bit back by @tabswrites, thank you!

Rules: post 3-5 images of a place in your world and tell us a bit about it!

for this one I’m going to do Voi’xindiiri, otherwise known as the Draconic Empire, from Valloroth!

Source 1 - [ID - A low angle photograph of a pagoda temple against a bright blue sky. The stone is grey, the roof gold with green supports.] Source 2 - [ID - A path lined by short stone columns, wooden fencing, and tall, straight trees.] Source 3 - [ID - The front of a large building with four pillars in front of a wooden door. Incomplete text is visible above the columns. The readable words are ‘I. ACAD. CONDITORE. POSUIT.’] Source 4 - [ID - A Roman bath beneath an overcast sky. Statues line the encircling open roof.] Source 5 - [ID - A stone monument of four carved figures sits in the foreground of a city vista.]

Voi’xindiiri is what remains of the dracari empire, created—and still ruled—by the Earthbound god, Sirsassa the black, who is the only living dragon left in the world. The Empire has forgotten more magic than the rest of Valloroth knows, and used to cover the entire eastern half of the continent before it fell to the destructive betrayal of the now-dead dragon, Ruvosha the Green.

Currently, Voi’xindiiri remains the most magically advanced nation, though it rarely shares its secrets. The most unique feature is the network of teleportation Waystations that criss-cross the country. Every major settlement possesses one, and the larger cities—especially the capital—have multiple. Travel across the Empire is fast and efficient for those with the coin to make use of it, and the most successful merchants always do. The secret of their creation has, unfortunately, been lost to time.

It covers a vast swathe of Valloroth, and a multitude of diverse environments. It’s divided into 15 provinces, the largest being Sahlizivara, where the capital of Kashoskalya holds the Imperial Palace of the God-Empress. Until recently, Mohaade and Fygek were also considered part of Voi’xindiiri, and many in the Empire still don’t recognise their independence, not least because the Zarahmin took control of the Mohaade Waystation and corrupted it to kill any dracari that uses it.

[ID - a green and black decorative banner]

Valloroth taglist: @cherrybombfangirlwrites @reininginthefirewriting @memento-morri-writes @foxboyclit @lawful-evil-novelist

@at-thezenith @morganwriteblr @fayeiswriting @serenanymph @sam-glade

@viscerawrites @thegreatobsesso (ask to be +/-)

#writeblr #tag games #worldbuilding #worldbuilding in five #fantasy worldbuilding #valloroth blogging #look at all those words i've thrown at you! aren't they fun! #sorrow likes voi bc it has so much tangled social politics for him to get messy with #plus the access to magical items is very helpful #my inspiration for voi is like. 'roman empire. ancient china. warhammer 40k. but with dragons.' it's fun! #also i struggled with the alt text for these bc there's not a lot of identifying info in the unsplash sources #so if anyone has helpful details to add please lmk!

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Hey btw this is a pro mary sue/"cringy" oc blog. You're creating! You're having fun! That's all that matters and I'm proud of you.

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If you ever feel like you don't contribute to fandom because you "only" comment—

A regular serial commenter just joined a fandom Discord server I'm on and people are coming out of the woodwork to thank her for her service to the fandom, expressing how much joy her comments on their works bring them.

Remember—they're never only comments.

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Popping in to demand, gently and with enthusiasm, that you share some banter from a wip of your choosing, please and thank you

oh this is a dangerous thing, and i have for you some bits from a wip i have literally never posted about, but which @lawful-evil-novelist reminded me of the other day, which is the Sellswords/Avernus wip that i wrote in a furious fugue state a few years ago and then never did anything with. however, woe, Jarlaxle & Artemis fic banter be upon ye, because they're incorrigible:

“What do you think, Artemis?” Jarlaxle asked him, pushing aside his plate and cutting into his thoughts. “Shall we track down a hag, or wend our way along the Styx?” The Styx would possibly give them two components for the searching of one. Maggie had heard a rumour that a devil named Bazelsteen, who ran a service dock on the river, had been refining Styxian sand there. Efficiency would mean they got this damned quest over with faster, but still...Artemis had no desire to risk the Styx if he could help it. He tapped the list. “Heartstone.” “Ah, you are in the mood to haggle with another hag,” Jarlaxle grinned. “Or to harm her.” Artemis gave him a flat look. “You wish to harry a hideous hag? Hurt her quite horribly, even? Ah, but Artemis,” Jarlaxle’s uncovered eye sparkled, “Though you are quite handy at hobbling humans, I know not how you hope to harass this hag.” “I know how I’m going to harass you,” Artemis growled. “Harassed by a handsome human?” Jarlaxle’s lips curved in a wicked smile. “However shall I handle him?” “If you don’t desist, I’ll be dragging a dead drow out the door.” Jarlaxle laughed. “You don’t enjoy my cunning linguistics, abbil?” “I don’t enjoy you.” “You are quite often a terrible liar, dear Artemis.” <What fun this is,> drawled Gargauth <Dinner and a show. You two should charge admission.> “I’ve changed my mind,” Artemis said. “Let’s travel the Styx. I have a shield to bathe.” <Don’t you dare!>

#every time i open this fic i go 'oh hey i should edit this and post it its really good' #and then i remember it's nearly 130k words long and i have so many other books to write and i close it again #one day though. ONE DAY #i know i like to sing my dialogue's praises but this fic makes me cackle still #jarlaxle being a little shit is my favourite way to write him <3 #snippets #fanfiction

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ocs. have you guys heard about this?

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excerpt: brunch

tag list: @winterandwords // @revenantlore // @space-writes // @indecentpause // comment to be added or removed!

I wrote this really fast and it's a bit rough still but I just wanted to share these two. They have brunch every Wednesday, same time, same place, and all they do the whole time is snipe at each other. When asked, they will both vehemently confirm they are NOT friends.

bitches 🥰

#other wips #the description of her outfit is *chefs kiss* #'looks like it wishes it could die' ugh so good

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Nine Sentences Nine People Tag

Thanks for tagging me, @space-writes! :D

These are from Houses Full of Deceit:

Colman still didn't look happy. Yo-han stared at him for a minute, then closed the notebook. "All right, what's wrong?" "Nothing! …Nothing. Really." Colman poured himself another cup of tea. That was the least convincing denial he'd ever heard. "It's only… I'm a wanted criminal in America." In hindsight Yo-han should have thought as much. "Whose passport are you using? That American attaché's?" "No, I thought that would be too obvious when he was meant to come to Japan anyway. I have several passports in my suitcase." Of course he did. Yo-han didn't know why he was surprised any more. "The one I'm using is…" Colman fished it out of his pocket. "Frederick Wimsey of Blackpool, England. Occupation: journalist. Born on— Good god. How did I make that mistake? According to this I'm forty-six. Do I look it?" Yo-han would be lucky if he didn't look forty-six by the time they got on their boat. "No. If anyone asks, say it's a mistake. Is Frederick Wimsey, journalist, a wanted criminal in America?"

Open tag! :D

#other wips #“Yo-han would be lucky if he didn't look forty-six by the time they got on their boat.” #this poor man is always so stressed out XD

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Heads Up Seven Up + Nine Sentences

@space-writes tagged me to share seven lines and @frostedlemonwriter tagged me to share nine. Thank you!

I'm combining them and sharing sixteen sentences from Name From Nowhere.

Interactions between Aria and Gillen are so fun to write because they both get a kick out of being antagonistic and are very violence first, think later kinds of people, so they have an unstoppable force vs immovable object situation going on. My money's on Aria though.

“Fuck you like yes? He died during the arrest? And you didn’t? Oh, that must absolutely haunt you.” He drags out the word haunt like a slow stab. Something snaps in my head, in my heart, in my tendons, and lets go of a torrent of rage. I’m half a step outside of myself when my fist crashes into Gillen’s face hard enough to split his lip and my knuckle. He catches my next swing in an iron grip, grabs my other wrist and pulls me towards him, hardly more than a couple of inches between our faces. Then he licks the blood off his lip like he’s enjoying this. I don’t pull away. “You,” he says, and it comes out cold, “just got a lot more interesting.” “Really?” I don’t look away either because he doesn’t get to win this. “You didn’t. You’re not nearly as interesting as you need everyone to think you are.”

Tagging @k--havok, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @lordfenric-writes and @mysticstarlightduck if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in. Share seven lines or nine lines or whatever. Your choice! 💗

Reblogs, replies etc on my tag posts are always welcome, but if you're doing this tag yourself, please make your own post instead of using mine to start a reblog chain.

#oh my god yanking someone closer after they punch you in the face im!! #other wips

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WiP Questionnaire

Tagged by @winglesswriter (hello new fren!) here

I am taggin @rowanmgrey-author and YOU

--Big Post Coming Through--

Answering for "Before Deluca"

What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

->This<- which became the introduction/beginning of the first chapter. Most of it was wildly altered...but it's why I have a 130k words of novel now.

If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

It's not much for a theme song, but for some reason my brain says this one;

What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

Lucient is the favorite of this WiP, it should be Ludovico/Deluca (who is telling the story) but it's not. I love him too but Lucient's just so much fun to write and more complex than he initially seems. Also he's bratty but loving and earnest and just...he just wants this man, ok. Forever, only him. And I love it.

What other pieces of media do you think your fan base would share?

Honestly, no idea. My brain cannot wrap around the idea of a fan base for anything I've done. Just does not compute.

What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Getting the two main characters to stop making me write sex scenes. I kid (it's a problem I don't really mind) but the biggest struggle has been the real world setting and how much of it I want to replace with the magic I've injected into it. Historical fantasy is one thing, but it's more Alternate Earth at this point and my brain gets angry when it has to conform to rules it didn't create.

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

Unfortunately not. They wouldn't be safe around the main cast. There are vampire who behave like animals, and by that I mean they wholeheartedly believe they are dogs due to abuse and mind-control and it isn't pretty. So...no animals, I am sorry. At least not yet, there may be a cat at some point (I tend to put them in everything).

How do your characters get around? (Ex. Trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

A great big ol' sailing ship that begins with the name La Lune Royale but gets another one later. She is very beeg and covered in magic. When landbound, they use carriages, coaches, a train here soon, and eventually a car (maybe, I dunno if either of them should be trusted with such a thing).

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

The time-skip that takes them through the rest of their first century together and into their second (and final). So...halfway point? You will recall the 130k I mentioned at the top, yes? Help me.

What aspects (tropes, maybe) of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

The vampires probably, and the romance, and maybe the magic? I dunno. It gets weird and doesn't seem to follow some of the tropes expected of this genre...I write weird vampires.

What are your hopes for your WIP?

To have it done by the end of the year would be neat, like done done, published and all.

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What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

What other pieces of media do you think your fan base would share?

What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

How do your characters get around? (Ex. Trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

What aspects (tropes, maybe) of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

What are your hopes for your WIP?

#sleep token for the main theme? im sold #(as if i wasnt already asdlkj) #bratty vampire and that song and the dynamic between your main two boys? #im soooo here for it

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Before Deluca -- did I share this yet? You can have it anyway

Sense cleared of all that swimming heat—short-lived as it tends to be—shame perhaps should have bloomed in its place. But our crewman’s thoughts swelled with fresher images...still of me, and regret bloomed instead.

I kept that regret—and a drop of something more—to myself, and fed Lucient’s neck kisses, and his thoughts a question, feel better, my love?

“Mm, merci mon amour, I feel much better,” He answered aloud but his salacious coo, and the wink that trailed it, were not for me, “how about you, Sebastian?”

While Sebastian searched for voice I remained in Lucient’s thoughts, don’t know when to stop, do you?

Why would I, He teased, caressing my cheek, when you reward me so sweetly?

Do I now, the kiss I gave was deep but, while delicious to me, the taste of him lingered too fresh and wet to be so for Lucient.

Who shoved me away and spat, “Bête dégoûtante!”

“A disgusting beast whom you love so much,” I reminded the scowl that consumed his perfect face as he wiped his mouth and gathered his clothes. Laughing, my tone continued too giddy to Sebastian, “You needed something?”

“We, we,” he found some syllables and his eyes flashed wide before he lied—rather, spoke around the truth as he hadn’t come to report anything—to the floor, “Land, Captains...we’ve found an island. No signs of a city, or people.”

“An important announcement,” I considered as Lucient—layered again in all his silks—wrapped his arms around my middle, laying his chin on my shoulder. He waited then, for Sebastian to look up, before he licked my ear, sending the poor man’s eyes back down and I dodged the nibble that chased, smiling at the giggles as I added, “that perhaps could have been given after knocking?”

“Mi dispiace, capitano,” Sebastian apologized, pronunciation perfect.

“Bene, Sebastian, bene,” the pride clear in my voice earned me a bite in my ear and what followed did so through soft gasps as Lucient held my skin in his teeth, “and the apology is accepted...but...don’t let it happen again, hm?”

“You are too soft,” Lucient whispered, coiling tighter, certain to keep me his.

“Make for the island,” I instructed Sebastian before dismissing him with a flick of my wrist. As the door closed, I spun in Lucient’s grip and slammed him back against the desk—to the delectable sound of his surprise—and pressed into him, “Soft, am I?”

Gasping for me, he chuckled, “Figuratively, treasure, but if we’re soon to go ashore we’ve no time for,” reaching to touch, to grab, he smiled with my gasp, “this.”

Tasting his neck, his ear, I whispered, “But, my love...I’m afraid it can’t wait.”

“It’ll have to learn,” he escaped me then, grabbing a parasol from their place beside the door and turning to snipe, “as you’ll have to learn not to spit in my mouth.”

The laughter bubbled before I could stop it as I chased him out of the cabin, towards a sight that should have worried more than it did…

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#other wips #gross but also Very good. actually