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alexagirlie · 7 days
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WHAT IF – i will pick an important choice or event in my current project and write three sentences (or more?) about if it’d gone done differently!
Well this is going to take a sad turn.
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They found Sihtric in the cellar, in a dark, damp, hole that served as a store room for the church. He was bound in heavy chains with a strip of rough cloth covering his eyes.
Finan was the first to reach him and made low soothing noises as he reached out and gently uncovered his lover's face.
They found Sihtric in the cellar, in a dark, damp hole the priests used as storage. He was slumped over in a corner, bound in heavy chains and perfectly still with a rough spun sack over his head. He didnt need to breath but he usually did, a habit to make the humans around him more comfortable.
Finan was the first to reach him and lifted trembling hands to pull the sack from his lovers face, uncovering blank, unseeing eyes. It was only then that Finan saw the thick wodden stake, driven deep into Sihtric's chest and piercing his heart. They were too late.
Your welcome 😁
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This is the BOOP#02 game! You've been BOOPED. Now you gotta Boop someone else's ask box too 🐾 🐾 🐾
They can take away our Boop buttons but they can’t take the Booping spirit from us tumblrinas!
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somebirdortheother · 1 month
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Miscellaneous Monday/Last Line Tag Game
Thank you for the tag, @thelettersfromnoone! You know how much I loved yours!
Mine is from my second pass at a draft of an original sci-fi WIP.
Her friend’s eyes picked up the hue of the mirror’s frame, glinting like liquefied citrine in the low light.
Tagging: @lady-of-imladris(do your assignment) @coraleethroughthelookingglass @thenookienostradamus @lapestelareste @brotherdusk
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magdalenas · 20 days
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This is the BOOP#02 game! You've been BOOPED. Now you gotta Boop someone else's ask box too 🐾 🐾 🐾
boop 2: electric boogaloo ... wow, i feel so honored to have been booped again ... i thought this was a joy long gone ... thank you, joanna <3333
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geekymoviemom · 3 months
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WIP File Game: Tell us about the NFL AU!! Or a snippet if you've like!<3
Hey! Thank you so much for the ask! 💖
I honestly don’t have too much outlined for this fic yet, it’s mainly Steve’s story that I have worked out. He’s going to be a QB for a team he’s been on for several years who’s playing in the championship game (one step below the Super Bowl). There’s been a lot of tension with his coach and teammates over the season due to his inconsistent play, so Steve’s got a bit of a chip on his shoulder. And then, in the 4th quarter when his team is driving to take the lead, he gets injured and has to leave the game. They end up losing, and since Steve’s contract with the team is up, they end up releasing him in the offseason.
I’m still not sure where Tony and Peter are going to fit in, whether it’ll be an already established relationship or not. The climax of the story will be Steve signing with a new team once he’s healed and leading it to the big game 🏈.
Thank you again for the ask! 💖 💖
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districtunrest · 2 days
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Fanfic writer ask: ❤️👻🎁💛
❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?
gosh, Idk. here's one that sticks out to me right now, from a conversation Haymitch has with his therapist in SOO:
"You're in pain," says Wendell. With a hard, startled blink, Haymitch tries to walk back his thoughts to the present conversation. He feels ten steps ahead of Wendell. Though he's probably in the wrong direction, down an old path that goes nowhere new, just circles back over and over.
👻 What is your wildest headcanon?
that Gale and Katniss do reconcile on some level one day.
🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?
from my Ozai-joins-the-search-for-Ursa fic that I am never going to post at this rate, lmao:
"Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight," Sokka says, waving his hands and consequently quieting the mass outburst at Zuko's announcement, that he's called an emergency meeting over. "You let Ozai - the ex-Fire Lord, the crazy bad guy who tried to take over the world, who almost killed Aang, who cost me my space sword - out of prison and he's on his way here right now?!" Having already taken a sip of tea, Zuko rolls it around in his mouth, savoring, stalling. It's ginseng he overbrewed, something that would make his uncle tut. He doesn't want to think about his uncle right now. Reluctant, he swallows hard and answers, "Yeah." They riot. Sokka nearly falls out of his chair and Aang flies out of his, both of them squawking indignantly. Katara storms off, then returns, only to storm off again, her hands up and mouth open as if she has much to say but is rendered speechless. "Listen, Sparky," Toph pipes up from her seat, where she balances precariously with her feet resting too close to the tea set on the table, "I didn't win a war for your daddy to be locked up only sometimes."
💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?
not every sentence has to be perfect. it just has to do its job and then you can move on to the prettier or more gripping things.
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samwpmarleau · 2 years
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25 Dialogue Prompts: 1, 10, 23 ❤️
For this meme. God only knows if the timeline is correct, I was too lazy to check 😬
23. “Wake up. Please.”
There’s no body to bury. Of course there isn’t. Katniss told it to her straight, didn’t leave out any details: Lizard mutts took their pound of flesh, and then the rest of him — and them — was blown to pieces. Katniss cries as she gives her report, though Annie doesn’t think she’s aware of it.
Annie doesn’t cry. Partly because it seems absolutely ridiculous, the notion that Finnick could survive two Games, survive his body being sold to the highest bidder on any given night, survive the nightmares she had to shake him awake from, survive all of that only to die on some mission. They’d just gotten married a week ago. There hasn’t even been enough time for Annie to get used to the feeling of the ring on her finger, nor the giddiness of envisioning their future free of all this bullshit.
And partly because she simply can’t believe it. It would be too much.
The denial works great, until it doesn’t. Until the black hole in the pit of her stomach that she’s been ignoring metastasizes, spreading and spreading. Until the ringing in her ears that she’s chalked up to merely an unusually long episode becomes too loud for her to think straight. Until she finds herself screaming into her pillow so loud and so often that her voice goes hoarse and her body exhausts itself into sleep.
After that, well, she doesn’t function much at all. For weeks she doesn’t, has only the energy to keep herself alive. And then one day, Katniss seeks her out again, Katniss who looks about the way Annie feels, and hands her a sheet of paper.
“Mom told me to give this to you.”
It takes a full thirty seconds for Annie to register what the paper says — she can’t even recall them doing a blood draw. Then her hand drifts to her stomach, her fingers splayed out across it.
“I read it, sorry,” says Katniss. “Congratulations, Annie.”
Congratulations? Annie wants to shriek.
She doesn’t, because Katniss doesn’t deserve it, but she can’t bring herself to reply either.
Almost accusingly, Katniss adds, “I miss him, too, you know.”
“I know.” She’d seen how close they’d grown, the shorthand they’d developed and the way they gravitated towards one another. An unlikely friendship, but Annie had been — is — immeasurably glad they’d forged it. “I’m sorry about Prim. I don’t remember if I told you that.”
“You had a good excuse.” Katniss taps the paper in Annie’s hand. “Mom did this on purpose, I think.”
“Did what on purpose?” Annie’s throat feels a bit scratchy. It’s been awhile since she’s spoken this much.
“Had me deliver this. Since Prim, I haven’t ... anyway. Prim would have lost her mind over a baby.”
A familiar vise crushes her chest, then the familiar warmth of tears wets her cheeks as she imagines her husband’s face had she had the chance to tell him. “Finnick, too.”
Annie startles as Katniss climbs over her, lies down beside her, and grabs her hand. She wouldn’t call Katniss a friend, really. She’s barely interacted with the girl. But all the same, she does nothing, says nothing, to get her to leave; instead, her hand tightens around Katniss’s, and for the first time in weeks, she feels a shift in the silence.
10. “Don’t worry about that right now, just hold on.”
“I don’t think I can do this, Jo. I can’t do this,” she says, and it’s not the first time — it’s far from the first time — but this is the first while her insides feel like they’re splitting open and a scream is dragged from her every minute. Well. Every six minutes, Johanna claims, but Annie thinks it can’t possibly be that long in between.
“Yes, you can,” Johanna snaps, gentle as an axe. She doesn’t wince, though, no matter how hard Annie squeezes her hand, and she’s here, isn’t she, regardless of all the complaining.
“I can’t.”
“Well, you fucking have to.” Johanna glares at her, and points to Annie’s distended belly. “You’re going to have a son in a few hours, and you’re gonna have to get your shit together. You don’t have a choice. Just ’cause Finnick’s dead doesn’t mean you get to check out.”
Annie forces herself to speak around the lump in her throat. “It isn’t only that. What if he ... I mean, I’m not ...”
Somewhere along the way, Johanna had learned to read her mind; or something, at least, because Annie can barely string two words together at the moment yet Johanna seems to know what she means.
“You’re a headcase, so what?” The question is rhetorical, Annie’s pretty sure. “You’re going to be the best damn mom in Panem. If I have to remind you of that every day until that kid’s grown, I will.”
It works, somehow. Somehow, Johanna’s brusque, abrasive encouragement brings her through the hours and hours of labor, and when everything settles and the baby’s contentedly at Annie’s breast, she tells her, “I’ve named him Mason.”
Johanna smiles, wider than Annie’s perhaps ever seen, her eyes shiny, and her voice is soft when she leans over to brush her finger along the baby’s cheek. “It’s nice to meet you, Mason.”
1. “You look at me, but you’re thinking about someone else entirely.”
Mrs. Everdeen tells her it’s normal to see signs — to want to see them — of someone you’ve lost in someone you still have. Something about processing trauma. Mrs. Everdeen had told her that when Annie looked into Mason’s eyes and saw far more green in them than blue; when Mason’s hair began growing in bronze, not brown; when he overtook her in height at just twelve.
And maybe Mrs. Everdeen is right, that it’s normal to see signs of someone you’ve lost in someone you still have. But which is true when the person she still has is the spitting image of the one she’s lost?
Oh, there are differences, of course. He isn’t Finnick, that’s true enough, but ... it’s hard, it’s really fucking hard, sometimes, to look at her son and not see his father.
Although she falls apart less often these days — she has friends, now, and time inevitably does scab over wounds — there are mornings where the sun will catch on Mason’s cheekbones just-so, or he’ll let out that warm, broad laugh of his that makes her head snap towards him because it’s Finnick’s, or say Johanna’s name with pitch-perfect inflection, and it’s all Annie can do not to tear her hair out.
It’s not fair of her to conflate one with the other, she knows it’s not fair, and she knows it’s past time for her to move on, but she can’t help it.
Finnick’s here, he’s always here, even though he isn’t.
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arizonapoppy · 4 months
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fanfic end of the years asks: 1, 15
Hello! Thank you for the ask! I hope you had a good fandom year!
1 - favorite fic you wrote this year
I'm going to say "Dust of Snow." It was one of the first stories I wrote this year, and I wanted to do something atypical for the prompt "snowed in" that didn't end how you might think.
15- something you learned this year
Umm.... wow. The backstory of Maedhros in the Silm. I am very low on my Silm knowledge compared to many of my friends. I was interacting with someone on another social media platform with Maedhros in their username and I needed to figure out if it was a good omen or not.
Anyone else want to send an ask?
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synintheraven · 7 months
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Artist asks: 2, 11, 29
• Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right? (or forward even)
I think it's MUCH easier to draw people facing forward, if they're looking to the side it depends on lightning/how certain bits of their face looks (for example, if eyes have a weird shape then it's harder)
• Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what
Not really, but I do like to watch something in the background (usually Bob's Burgers or The Simpsons hehe)
• Media you love but doesn't inspire you artistically
Well I really like photography but hate it when I'm the one taking the pics 🫣
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alexagirlie · 12 days
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Fanfic writer ask meme: A, H, N!
A: Of the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?
I would have to say The Sharpest Lives. I love exploring bdsm / power dynamics but don't always push it as much as I intent. This was the closest Ive come to meeting what was in my head. Plus nothing beats Beserkr Sihtric.
H: How would you describe your writing style?
Eclectic, Haphazard etc... I'm still working on my style lol
N: Any fic ideas brewing that you’d care to share?
SO. MANY. so so many.
Ive shared a few snippets from the upcoming Monstreous May Challenge Im working on but I love vampure boys so this was fun and Im excited to start sharing next month.
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I'm also outlining and getting ready to start writing the following;
Bakery AU Finan/Sihtric/Uhtred aka
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Sihtric opens a bakery with his boyfriend Uhtred and they meet Finan who runs the Florist Shop next door. Flirting and drama ensues. I have 10 chapters planned plus an epilogue. Fully outlined just need to finish up a few one shots first.
Then I have an omegaverse House of the Dragon AU featuring Aemond/Jacaerys aka
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A canon divergence fic which started with the thought "what if Aemond tried to sneak Aegon out of KL instead and got caught." Dance alternative
Part 3 of my Close Your Eyes Dune Series
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This was the first series I started writing way back in early 2022 and its one of my goals for this year to finish the final part, Close Your Eyes and Dream of Revenge.
Part 2 of War of Hearts Series, my shadowhunters/the last kingdom crossover series.
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Oh and finally I'm outlining Part 3 of Figure You Out! My lil reader series with Sihtric and Finan :)
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I am happy to discuss these idea more! It helps with motivation to be 100% honest 🤣
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fanfiction writing ask: 5, 6, 23, 36!
Sorry it took me so long to get to this, friend. Ducked out to visit family. Thanks for sending the ask!
5. How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?
Too many to count. But if we only count the ones I'm actively working on, as in I've opened the documents and added words to them in the past month or two? Then I can say that I have four. Spellbound, and the three stories of the Outside Chance universe. All of those are for The Hunger Games fandom, two are Everlark as in Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark, one is Ryen Mellark/Primrose Everdeen (also an Everlark??), and one is Graham Mellark/Savannah Everett (an original character but that makes this one also Everlark). So basically I am a one trick pony. Oh well.
6. What's the last line you wrote?
Infernal shade. Die!
23. Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?
For me, in order of easiest to hardest: beginning, end, middle.
36. What fic are you proudest of?
Oh a tough question. Also a mean one, lol. Maybe because I'm proud of so many of my fics for different reasons, I find this question almost impossible to answer. I'm really proud of Maybe Tomorrow, 9000 rpm, my Outside Chance universe, but it's difficult to pick one because then I feel like I'm dissing the others lol, even though that's not really the case.
<3 kdnfb
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somebirdortheother · 7 months
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Last Sentence Tag Game
RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence
I was tagged by the illustrious @thelettersfromnoone, whose sentence left me incredibly intrigued to learn more, learn everything about their work!
Original this time, a.k.a. “Ah, here is DB being obnoxious at Stanza 😌”
“Would you say we still bear the mark of their sins?”
Tagging: @lady-of-imladris @coraleethroughthelookingglass @thenookienostradamus @niennawept @myfavouritelunatic @klynnvakarian @occasionalmaven @brotherdusk @daincrediblegg and @thelettersfromnoone (because I’d love to cheat and get more sentences out of you 😘)
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thesweetnessofspring · 5 months
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💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌
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Tysm!! This is so sweet! 😊
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geekymoviemom · 5 months
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This is the Tumblr hug 🫂🤍 Please pass it on to 5 mutuals to brighten someone's day!
Aww, thank you!! This is so sweet! 🥰 🥰
After the week I had, this is just what I needed 💖
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andromedadoesntwrite · 6 months
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Fanfic ask game: 💖🖊📚
eeek! thank you so much for asking <3
💖. I guess I'm still pretty green when it comes to my writing style. It hasn't really been that long since I've started writing stories, I usually write poetry. But I'm rambling here. I guess what I mean to say is that I'm not sure. However I like how I write friends. Writing about friendship makes my heart happy.
🖊. "Is this how it’s supposed to feel all the time? I wonder what I should do with mine. I mean he clearly loves using his, maybe I should use mine too?" who knows if this will ever be posted.
📚. I do! I genuinely enjoy reading my published fics. More specifically Fated From The Start, its my baby of sorts.
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samwpmarleau · 6 months
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Last Line Challenge
I was tagged by @thelettersfromnoone ��️
Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you'd like).
“Are ‘they’ how you got that?” she asks, eyes sliding over to his left arm.
Tagging whoever would like to do it!
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