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Happy birthday, birthday twin!

omg thank you! happy birthday to you too!

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[kc-the-writer]

Hello, 🙂

🔪 ☁️ 🐝 (truth or dare)

what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Spinal cord injury research is the first to come to mind.

It's also fascinating that nobody knows which side of the battle started the fire of 1776 in New York City. That might be the most interesting piece of information I have found lately.

what made you choose your username?

it was straightforward and simple

tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

@lifeofkaze @whatwouldvalerydo @alyslaskeywriter @flareshin @farrradays @hystericalqween collectively, these ladies keep me at my desk and make writing worthwhile.

Individually, Kaze makes people want to show up as their best. Val reminds us there is personal value in writing beyond comments and likes. Yin needs Yang like I need Alys (and for the same reasons). Flare is an endless source of comedy and joy. Sky has brought my favorite stories to life through art. Lily is the coolest person any of us will ever know.

[stachedocs]

Kat's beloved plotbunnies | Slow Horses (all media types) Introducing GRACE KEARNEY in RATS RUNNING with special appearance of ZINNIA HERNEITH SHARPE by @hawkesbright (@farrradays)

This is how Grace Kearney, Queen of the Database, the famed fibber of Regent's Park, the over-achieving twat slipped off the fast track and joined the slow horses. The true TL;DR? Did the wrong thing for the wrong person. Then again, it wasn't wrong, it was work. But circumventing her own boss to assist the Ops Second Desk Diana Taverner with an off-the-books operation eventually turned out to be the single worst decision Grace Kearney has made in her life so far. Instead it becoming what she hoped — a shortcut from the musty depths of Comms & Surveillance to The Hub — it had landed her on a very long, very rocky, very fuck-off cunt road to Aldersgate Street. At first, there was just a grain of regret and an ounce of disappointment. The op plunged her into the exact revolting bog out of which she had only recently crawled as a former SCD10 researcher: the abominable world of the British far-right conspirators and outright neonazis. Then a boy got kidnapped, her best mate got shot in the head, another joe list his entirely, and the same boy got kidnapped for the second time, all while Grace was being bossed into covering for the people responsible. Surprisingly, not the neonazis. And the reason for it all? A little gratification. Not to be an utter hypocrite, Grace did what she had to, to come out of the whole thing the Good Guy: she blew the whistle, to Jackson Lamb of all people. Next hoped for a dignified sacking. Diana Taverner, though — Diana Taverner didn't do dignified, she didn't do nice, not civilized. She didn't do sackings; never offered an easy way out to those who crossed her. She only granted deal or death. And for those she particularly despised, she had one thing and one thing only. Slough House.

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[n1ghtcrwler]

An excerpt from Glory Days that introduces the initial setting and some key characters.

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[holistictimedrfiter]

Prompt: Answer this with five tracks you think represent your character best! If you don't have an OC, do it for a character you love!

Thank you @eliasmendoza for tagging me! This looks very interesting to do. I’m her tagging @boxdstars @toastlatte @hphm-z @farrradays @crucio-mothertrucker and @localravenclaw

Okay first thing first, I’m doing this one with my Hufflepuff MC Pearlie.

Because Pearlie's parents passed away when she was a little child, she was aware of the importance of life and death. She was prepared to journey into life's beauty and realities. I also think the song represented her perspective with the death itself and she was ready whenever it might be come.

I believe Pearlie, with her shyness and quiet temperament, could be someone completely different under certain circumstances. She had a reputation for being sassy and "crazy" at times.

Despite her shy demeanor, if she had to speak up and act for whatever cause, she would not hesitate and would move quickly. She had her own free will and mottos, as well as her own opinions and thoughts. Nobody could stop her from expressing herself. These 2 songs could well represent her motive.

[slytherindisaster]

Frankie's Shorts Series;

PART I: A Helping Hand

Can't believe she actually let me finally finish this one. I am excited for this little series even if it definitely won't have a clear publishing schedule as I mostly write Frankie to have a break from DWtD. Anyway I'm still hyped for it! (and a little stressed out too)

I dedicate this chapter and all that will come after it to @kc-needs-coffee & @farrradays because without you and your lovely girls there would be no Frankie and there would be no story ❤️

"If you smile through your fear and sorrow; smile and maybe tomorrow; you'll see the sun come shining through for you." — Nat King Cole, "Smile"

The first frat house party Frankie ever attended didn’t turn out to be anything like she imagined it. Even though the house was huge, it seemed that every corner of it was being occupied by someone. Of course, she knew no one had come here to enjoy their time alone, yet Frankie couldn't help but wish she could find some place she could hide in, away from the crowd, or at least wish she had some company to not stick out like a sore thumb. She probably shouldn't go alone to begin with but she convinced herself that maybe it was a good chance to finally meet someone other than her roommates.

Unfortunately, neither of them could accompany her to the party that evening, or at least that was what she assumed. Claudie, who Frankie also would share most of her classes with, while very nice, was constantly busy, despite the fact that classes hadn’t started yet and Cecily… Frankie wouldn’t dare to admit it, but she was too intimidated by the redhead to even come up with an idea of inviting her. She had a feeling that she wouldn't be very keen on going though.

After exploring the house some more and getting a refill of her drink, she managed to find a little couch to sit on. Without much enthusiasm, she looked around the room and decided that after finishing her drink she would head back home, when a tall figure shadowed over her. She flinched and looked up to see a boy looking at her with a very serious expression on his face.

"Sorry, did I steal your seat? I can move if you want to, I was already on my way, so-"

To her complete surprise, the boy’s features shifted and he smiled at her warmly. She was astonished by how kind he suddenly looked, compared to his previous look.

“No, no! I mean, you can go if you want to, of course, but I thought you looked a little sad, so I decided to come over to ask if everything was okay.”

“Oh.” Her eyes went even wider, “I’m fine... just kinda got a lot on my mind, you know?”

He made an acknowledging sound and nodded towards the free seat next to her, “May I?”

“Uh, sure.”

He sat with so much energy that she felt the whole couch bounce and extended his hand, “Gerard Pitts.”

“Frankie Peterson,” she smiled, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you Frankie. So, are you a freshman too?”

She nodded with a somber expression on her face. “Yeah, though I was hoping that I would at least get to attend some of my classes before everything went to hell.”

Gerard furrowed his brows, confused, and Frankie sighed. She did not come to this party to think about her situation, and she definitely wasn’t planning on spitting out her entire dumb life story to a complete stranger she met less than five minutes earlier, but there was something oddly comforting about Gerard Pitts that made her talk and she wouldn't stop sharing until she reached the present day.

“...and because my mother is a stuck up cow, who can't stand anything not going the way she wanted to, she cut me off, basically. I mean, technically, the first month of Uni is paid for, but the dorms are not and I did try to get a job, but I feel like I'm either unqualified to do anything or my mother sabotaged the whole thing," she concluded, "and I have barely any money left and no couch to crash on, because the only people i know here are my current roommates.

Pitts, who was nodding along while listening, furrowed his brows even more as her voice trailed off. When she finally finished, he looked her up and down and finally asked her a single question.

“Say, do you think you could mix a milkshake?”

“I… think so?”

“Then don’t pack your bags yet, Frankie. I think I might know a place that would be perfect for you.”

#frankie's shorts series #frankie peterson #gerard pitts #post dps #my writing

[clovermunson]

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[kc-the-writer]

3, 4, 9 and 10 for BP3 and a female Pendleton (or associate) of your choice! 🌻

Thank you so much for asking about the women who make TPT so much fun to write!

The women in books 1-3 so far have always stolen the spotlight, and You know I have to show off the trio of delightful women who are in no way witches...

Illustrations of my favorite ladies were commissioned to the wonderful @farrradays and can be found under each of their answers.

What parts of themselves do they tend to hide?

BP3: When Trip moved to New York as a child, he told the children at school that Gilles was his father’s butler—NOT his godfather and certainly NOT his stepfather. He had no issues with the fact that Gilles was a man but raged against the notion that his father found love again. "Why should Brad get to replace a wife when Trip cannot replace a mother?”

Maeve Woodbury: “No, dear. My statement was neither a premonition nor prophecy … I simply… wish to speak your success into existence. ‘No man shall harm Trip. No day shall come when you are overthrown.’ I say it because I want to believe it, certainly not because the girls and I saw this in our tea leaves. Such talk would send us all to the madhouse.”  LIES.

How do they punish themselves when they make mistakes?

BP3: Trip doesn’t acknowledge that he makes mistakes, so he punishes everyone around him. He's paranoid, any error or mistake is purely an attempt to sabatoge his legacy.  

Sidonia Van der Snythe: Sid’s sharp tongue is not limited to other people. She speaks to herself like she does anyone else. Which probably isn’t healthy, but at least her self-insults are kind of hilarious.  

What are their insecurities?

BP3: That blasted son of his. Born in the asylum after his mum went nuts. The kid should have stayed there with his fingerpaints and odd point of view. 

Aurelia Luppino: Her hand. Though now a talented seamstress at a high-end tailor’s shop, she was once a loom worker in a shoddy factory with few safety rules. An accident left her left hand broken and badly scarred. She did not have access to proper treatment, and the bones did not grow back the way they should have. If only her “book club” had access to a powerful healing tonic…

 

What are their emotional triggers?

BP3: Trip is surrounded by emotional triggers in the city. He was forced to leave New York at a young age and wants to return to London. There’s a difference in being wealthy in London and being wealthy in New York. New York's wealth feels claustrophobic, precarious, and artificial to him. 

Wisteria Pendleton: The (not very) fine folks at the Poughkeepsie Valley Lunatic Asylum for Women are trying to work that out. So far, everything triggers Wisteria Pendleton.

[what-the-fic]

April 1961

The spring rain fell over the quiet diner, and though it was gentle, it was deafening against the silence of the last patrons as Frankie cleared the group's favorite table for the last time.

Charlie was the first to speak as the last empty strawberry shake was taken for a final wash before it was auctioned off with the rest of the diner's supplies. He huffed a long sigh without looking up from the booth, "It's the end of an era."

"No more pie," Meeks frowned.

Todd nodded as he wiped the whipped cream from his lip, "That was the last milkshake. Thanks for sharing it with me, Claudie."

"I'm already dying for another cup of coffee," Cecily whined.

Worst of all, the diner's closure had left Frankie without a job. With summer on the way, the pressure to find a new occupation was weighing heavily as the clouds loomed over the city.

"Let's just take a walk. Surely, we will find a new place to hang out, and maybe Frankie can find a new job," Meeks suggested, his eternal optimism shining through the dreary atmosphere. "Let's try the next block. It's quiet, but who knows, everything we need is always closer than we think," he added as he took Frankie's hand.

Cecily burrowed deeper into her trench coat and took Charlie's arm as they ventured down the alley. Record stores, used clothing, and a cigar shop passed by when Cecily started to recall a night spent in the area. "I think there's a jazz club over here. Maybe they did comedy, too?"

Charlie took note of a set of steps leading to the alleyway's basement. "Looks like there was a club here. Maybe a speakeasy back in the day," he shrugged sadly as he noted the sign on the steps that indicated the room was for sale. "Too bad places like this had to die. It would have been a good time."

"Not really," Cecily scoffed. "This was the place! We went last spring to see a talent show. My sister danced with a juggler. Very cute. The act was great, but the whole place was small, damp, and kind of dark. It was like hanging out in a cave or something. It's a shame. Nobody is ever going to buy this place," she sighed; a smile lingered on her face at the memory of the show.

Charlie's mischievous smile spread across his face and to Todd's, even when Charlie asked him for the five dollars he had in his wallet. "Meeks, you too. Empty your pockets."

"It's grade school all over again," the redhead sighed as he handed over the $6.37 from his coat pocket. "Meeks, give me your lunch money,” he sighed.

Charlie clapped his old pal on the shoulder and offered a comforting grin. "I'm not robbing you. I just made you a silent partner."

"In what?"

"The key word is silent," Charlie winked at his companions as he disappeared inside the old brick room.

A/N: Frankie belongs to the incredible @hystericalqween and Claudie to the wonderful @farrradays - Only 2 chapters left, but from here on, it's a fun and pleasant ride for our beloved wordy people.

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[n1ghtcrwler]

Introducing Missy Nash, a Tall Tales character whose nature is changed as something of a favor that she neither asked for nor particularly enjoys.

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[stachedocs]

Hi, guys! Just popping in real quick to THANK you so much on the notes on Juniper's intro post, especially @farrradays, @samwilsonns and @fragilestorm for their comments and tags on the reblogs. You made my week very much ❤❤ also hi new followers! Very excited! Sorry for not interacting with anyone or anything much lately, I'm sort of falling in and out of both an, uh, existential crisis and a weird brain fog that the insane temperatures have thrown me into. So thanks again, especially for not fogetting about me. All communication and promised gifts are in the making and will resume shortly. Love yous!

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