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[innocentlymacabre]

THE CRESCENT OF FOOLS AND FORGOTTEN TIME ⤳ a wip (re)intro

Lucille Carmine is not one to relinquish her hold on someone once her wicked talons have sunk into them, as Jayce all too painfully learns once more. He’s pulled into her employ again, Lott jumping in after his best friend, tasked - under extreme duress, of course - to retrieve The Liminality Paradox. Previously thought to have been nothing more than a bedtime story, Jayce and Lott find themselves unwillingly heading to The Crescent of Fools and Forgotten Time, right into the heart of The Fool’s domain, a place where time and space lose all meaning, where everything that has ever happened is happening all at once and where nothing ever happens all the same. A place where the ends of the universe could be nothing more than a hop, skip, and a jump away, but the five feet in front of you could stretch out to infinity and beyond. A place where the insane rule sovereign and the sane are grinded to a dust, folded into the ripples of the Crescent. All to steal an artifact of untold power for one of the most dangerous overlords of the criminal world, and to lay even more unchecked power at her feet for her to abuse.

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GENRE: urban fantasy / heist / comedy

MEDIUM: feature film

WARNINGS: description/depiction of wounds, death and pain (will be modified as necessary)

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[sipofsnips]

Welcome to your daily Sip of Snips!

This sideaccount run by @dyrewrites, so if things get wonky you know who to blame.

Sip of Snips is a daily word find game for writeblr that is new and not at all different, but it is going to try real hard to be interesting.

Every day: Monday-Sunday, a new word will be posted here, with the next week's words posted on Sundays.

How to participate: Find the day's word in your WiP, reblog and share your snip!

Tag friends! Or don't!

Do it every day, do em all at once, hoard em like some terrifying literary dragon until you're so full of words you burst!

However you want to participate, just get those snips out there for some eyes to sip and then find some to sip yourself.

Make some writer friends, find new stuff to read, get inspired to write more of that thing you've been putting off.

So long as you're having fun, you're probably doing it right.

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[nettleandthorne]

sip of snips since i've got the doc open to edit over lunch!

Most of the leaves are rotted now, a sticky earthen paste clinging to wood and stone and the Gravedigger's boots alike. Gently, they push a clump aside with their toe, revealing a mass of worms and woodlice beneath it that squirm as the slightest of sunlight hits their skin.

The Gravedigger looks away.

#sipofsnips #hands in the deep dark earth #editing is going quite nicely actually #writing

[sarandipitywrites]

sip of snips 1/11

rules are here

today's word is idea, which is everywhere across my WIPs (maybe i should edit some out? ...nah lol). but i'm particularly fond of this snip from draft 1 of The Art of Empty Space, so here you go :)

this one's longer than the other snips i've shared this week, so it goes under the cut:

The beast's footprints stood out like scars in the new snow. Sis followed them without Lienzo's instruction, her head bobbing as she tracked each motion and deviation. Long, quadrupedal strides. Huge, digitigrade tracks for the back feet; spread-toed, raccoonlike tracks for the front. Other tracks, too. Older, sunken and misshapen by the continuous snowfall. Smaller than the beast's, though not by much. They grew more numerous, more chaotically placed as they traveled deeper into the forest. Lienzo kept his eyes on the beast's tracks. Even when the other tracks crossed over, even when they seemed at a glance to overtake the fresh tracks entirely. Lienzo wasn't going to lose it. "Kuuuuh, kuh-kuh-kuh..." Lienzo's head snapped up from the tracks at Sis's warning call. Bright eyes shone through the trees. He turned in his saddle. One, three, ten, more. More of the creatures than they'd seen earlier, more than Lienzo could hope to fend off. The eyes closed in around them, a circle of flickering, blinking light. They were surrounded. Liezno's heart dropped out, landed somewhere on the forest floor. He'd known this was a bad idea. He'd known that they shouldn't have gone after the beast, and they wouldn't have had to, if only Lienzo had killed the beast when he'd had the chance, had done the smart thing, the right thing. Instead he'd had to hold onto his stupid, bleeding heart and run away from the one task he'd been given. And now they were going to pay for his mistake.

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[little-peril-stories]

sipofsnips 3/29: selfish

“I know.” I want to be angrier than I am. She has no right to wish for me to live so I can keep her company through the darkest of her days when my days are even darker. But maybe there’s a part of me that likes knowing someone wants me around, even for such a sick and twisted reason as that. Maybe I have to believe it isn’t only selfishness fuelling that wish. Maybe, when she looks at me, she doesn’t see a stupid, reckless, moronic, fucked-up son of a whore like the constables do, but something else. Someone else. Someone more.

The Prince of Thieves

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[rhyaxxyn]

2/22 | 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐲 | 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄

He felt like a five course meal to her.

“Jzola bog,” she hissed. Her helmet slid down. It was the skull of the beasts which attacked them at the temple.

She swung, their blades screaming against one another. They were separate for an instant before she kicked and Quinn stumbled back. He caught himself on the elevator door, one half of his body hanging over the ledge. A thousands moans erupted from the elevator shaft, so wild and intense that they matched that of a hundred screams, a hundred war cries.

Grunting, Quinn pulled himself back in. His blade shrunk into a small dagger. Their proximity shrunk, and he began trading hits with her, each of their blades just narrowly dodging the other’s throat, their arms, their eyes.

By the time he finally got a glimpse of Heather he was panting, and her eyes were blazing, seeking him too.

The moment slowed.

He had to get to her. He had to.

A blade sought Heather.

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[oh-no-another-idea]

Sip of Snips: longing

Velia made it through five more second class cars with the red seats before the train left the station. She felt it tense beneath her boots—all that shifting muscle, straining. And then it moved, one small huff followed by another. Grabbing ahold of the nearest wall, Velia found a window and looked out. Already the fog of New York was moving, falling back. The noise picked up, as did their speed, and the station platform ended. Buildings swished past, their lights a blur through the murky glass. The clacking unnerved her. Velia was no stranger to noise, to the constant clamor of the city, but where those familiar sounds soothed her or simply faded to the background, the train’s tread felt desperate. As though it already was thinking longingly of the destination and the journey’s end. Or perhaps she was merely assigning her own quiet thoughts to the machine.

From The Invisible Girl 🚂

#my writing #sipofsnips #wip: invisible girl #writing excerpts

[writingrosesonneptune]

Sip of Snips Day One: Abrupt

Check out this word-of-the-day challenge here!

This one is coming from a late chapter in PQ. Content warning for a very light depiction of characters cleaning a wound.

Z's hand grew less steady as he worked with the tweezers to pull threads from the edges of the wound. It seemed difficult work even without the destabilizing effects of his condition.

He sighed and muttered what sounded like a swear, visibly struggling to withstand working on the injury for such a long time, even with the tonic he had taken for pain. "It's no use. Es, I will need your help with something unpleasant." He spoke to E in a range too quiet for Sadira to hear.

E straightened abruptly. "I'm not sure I can do that. I don't have the eyes for precision, and you're in no state to attempt it."

"You need only to keep my hand steady."

#sipofsnips #and yes i'm still sorry about the placeholder initials 😭 #pelican queen #neptune writing

[cowboybrunch]

Sip of Snips 1/7/24 - Abrupt

this snippet comes from a late chapter in Burden of the Reluctant Death

“What would you have me do? Kill her?” “Obviously.” “And what if I am as cruel as she is? What if I’m worse?” He leaned forward, bracing his forearms on the table. “If I am as much of a monster as she is, would you plan to kill me, too? In another three hundred years, should I watch for your knife in my back?” She smacked her hands against the wood, standing abruptly. “Be as hateful as you want, Theodore. When you need us, we will come.” He watched her walk away. He did not lower his chin until he was alone.

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[innocentlymacabre]

There's a saying some people have about things that glitter.

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[sipofsnips]

Daily Sip 1/7

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. ^.-

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[nettleandthorne]

sip of snips since i'm excited to actually have access to my WIP again!

The creature keeps screaming, caught in its newfound cage; the Beast stands tall in the dark, wings and eyes and talons held tight in pale, clawed hands. He seems to be struggling, the thing shifting and twisting and refusing to go still even as he growls, deep enough to shake the bones of every corpse buried in the frozen earth around them; even as it freezes, slowly, ice creaking over dark and fluttering wings, filming over beetle-black eyes and sealing closed sharp, screaming beaks.

#sipofsnips #hands in the deep dark earth

[bluberimufim]

Sip of Snips - "edge"

Have I posted this particular snip before? Yes. And you're gonna see it again. Because this is my favourite scene in this WIP. From chapter 25 of "Black and White":

He was constantly haunted by images that took the place of ghosts. He saw the man in black and white. He saw Alphonse's body, eyes closed, as calm as if he were sleeping, making his red hair stand out like blood. He saw that form that had once been his son and no longer was. But the vision that tormented him the most was that of his grave. He couldn't seem to forget the letters of his name etched into the stone, just as they were etched into his mind, with sharp and precise edges, still not weathered by time. He never thought he'd see something like that in his lifetime. He never thought he'd see his son's name on that stone, the name he and Lucille had picked out with all the love and care in the world. He never thought that name would ever be used in this way. And that was one of the things that bothered him the most, besides his guilt: how wrong it all was.

I love this scene. I remember writing it and being on the verge of tears. It do be like that sometimes 😎

#“that form that had once been his son and no longer was” is an amazing line omg #can't believe i wrote it #can't believe i wrote this whole scene actually #saddest thing i've ever written. Seth had nothing on this man. #and if you're wondering: yes it was his fault #sipofsnips #writeblr #writing #my wips #black & wip

[little-peril-stories]

sipofsnips 4/7: hanging

The girl tucked a stray curl of dark brown hair behind her ear. Beneath her sleeve, the ghost of a dark-lined tattoo peeked out. “That was quite a bold move you made there.” “Maybe you shouldn’t wear your purse hanging off your ass if you don’t want people reaching in,” I shot at her. I remember wondering how horrified my parents would be if they could hear me spewing such language. The girl tossed her knife in the air, watching it spin gracefully, then tucked it away and winked. “Gosh! If you wanted to cop a feel, kid, all you had to do was ask.”

The Prince of Thieves

#writeblr #sipofsnips #daily word game #4/7 #lps the prince of thieves #i love Colette all the time #but like...I especially love her when she's not intensely stressed out and worried #bc she's so fun and snarky 💕 #also i deserve a prize for not picking the other meaning of 'hanging' from TPOT #this one is just so funny 😅

[sarandipitywrites]

sip of snips 1/14

check out the how-to here if you want to play along!

today's word is sit, which isn't really in any of my current WIPs because they're all in past tense 😅 so i searched for sat instead, in The Art of Empty Space because i miss Lienzo today:

With light and sound, the beast led him to the kitchen. Countertops and shelves lined the walls, with an extra workstation rising in the center of the room like an island. Not one, but three shuttered ovens interspersed the countertops. They were metal from top to bottom, with pots and pans arranged on the tops. Lienzo gave a low whistle. He'd figured that royalty lived lavish lives, but conductive cooktops? Even the staff had it good, if they didn't have to crouch over a fire to make a damn bowl of porridge. The opulence didn't stop there: rows upon rows of spices sat in neatly labeled glass jars. Some were familiar — the stark white of the sea salt and the mottled pink pepper leaves made a pretty contrast on the crowded shelf — but there were far more spices that he'd never even heard of. They had clearly been organized — not by name, so perhaps by flavor profile? — with great effort and care. It was a shame Lienzo had to ruin it.

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[acertainmoshke]

1/8/24 Word of the Day: Longing

From Cold Iron

Kris’ boots thudded behind me, but not fast enough to catch up. I felt weird suddenly, like the wind tore my breath away and I couldn’t draw another. I longed with my entire being to be home and curl up in my dark nook under my heavy blanket. I knew it was too far to walk tonight, but part of me considered it anyway. One foot in front of the other until I didn’t care and nothing mattered but to keep going. My entire body was tingling and my fingers wouldn’t stay still, tapping nervously on my palms and sweater and each other.

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