#writing tags

[captainjunglegym]

WIP Wednesday - 10/04/2024

Hello! So i'm balls deep in og 911 atm. I've already seen seasons 1 - 4 but I'm rewatching so I can power through and be all caught up to season 7 soon.

Anyways I have been tagged by @onthewaytosomewhere @getmehighonmagic @firenati0n and @wordsofhoneydew thanks my buddies <3

I have a new silly wip I'm working on. I do have other things that are cooking but you've heard it all before so have this:

Alex works at a hotel to put himself through law school. After spending so much time at the hotel he's become somewhat of a serial wedding crasher. One day he crashes the wedding of an odd but adorable couple, George and James. Unfortunately, George's twin, Henry, catches him in the act but seems rather amused by it all.

The couple seem a bit mismatched. One man, wearing a dark green velvet tuxedo jacket that looks as expensive as it does soft, is older and red-headed. He’s sexy in the way that Alex can tell beneath his tux he’s got a strong muscled body. He’s looking at his young new husband with something akin to utter adoration. The other groom is a lot younger. Possibly in his mid-twenties as opposed to the other’s possible fifties. He’s probably the most beautiful man Alex has ever seen in his life. He’s got dark brown hair that contrasts against his porcelain skin, and the poutiest pink lips. He looks like a living doll. Alex watches them sway with one another on the dance floor as he piles more food onto his plate. They're completely enraptured by each other. Is he jealous? Maybe. He doesn’t really want to marry an old man though, even if this particular old man is quite fuckable. “Hello,” a smooth voice says next to him. Alex doesn’t look away, not really wanting to invite conversation with eye contact. Not while he's technically stealing. “Hey.” “I’ve not seen you before,” the man continues. He’s got the same crisp English accent as many of the other guests. “Are you here for George or James?” Alex winces internally but feigns nonchalance as he continues to shovel various foods onto his increasingly full plate. He hates this question and has no idea which is George and which is James and what the correct answer will be. “Uhhhh George. Yeah George, me and him go way back, you know? We’re practically brothers.” The man huffs out a laugh and Alex chances a look at him. He double-takes. The man next to him is just as gorgeous as the younger groom. Mainly because he’s identical to him, save for the blonde hair. “I’m Henry,” the man says, amused. “I’m George’s twin and the best man.” Oh fuck.

No pressure tags under cut + also open tag as always

@bigassbowlingballhead @anincompletelist @nocoastposts @sunnysideprince @eusuntgratie @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @sparklepocalypse @happiness-of-the-pursuit @magicandarchery @cactusdragon517 and anyone else who wants a go

#writing tags

[caitylove]

Writing Patterns

Thank you @divinemissem13 for the tag on this! I am sorry it took a bit to do, was out of town. :) But I really wanted to do this, cause I found it fascinating,

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

The last 10 of my stories have all been Battlestar Galactica, Laura Roslin/Bill Adama fics. In fact, these 10 are the only things I've written (and published so far) in the last 10 years. So I am glad you didn't tag me earlier, I would have been nervous to go through my super old stuff. So From newest to oldest:

Frak Me Red (For the Love of Cosmetics series; not finished yet. E) "Curiosity killed the cat, they say, but sometimes Bill couldn’t help his insatiable curiosity towards Laura’s beauty routines."

Oracle No. 5 (For the Love of Cosmetics series, E) "Given the rare lull in political activity, Laura Roslin was determined to make good use of her unexpected free time, embracing the serenity it offered with open arms."

Spray and Stay (For the Love of Cosmetics series, E) "Laura fidgeted with her hands, picking at the ends of her fingernails anxiously, as she paced the length of her personal quarters aboard Colonial One."

Save a Horse (E) "“Are you sure you want to do this, Laura?” Bill called from the living area of his quarters, trepidation forcing his voice to come out softly."

Treatment Plans (Battlestar Galactica Mini Big Bang fic, E) "These treatments are quickly getting old, Laura thought as she laid her head back on the pillow of the med bay treatment bed."

Auburn Sunsets, Starlit Nights(Battlestar Galactica Big Bang fic, E) "A soft, warm wind breezed through the temporary encampment as Laura Roslin emerged from her tent to greet the new day. "

Burn It (G-I CAN WRITE NONsmut! :) ) "“Madam President,” Billy began. Deep in thought, Laura’s head snapped up from the fuel report she was studying at her oak desk to meet his eyes."

Feast Upon You (E) "Laura entered the quarters she had begun to call home and stopped at the threshold stunned at the image in front of her. "

Autumn's Failings (G) "“You know what I miss the most sometimes?” Laura’s voice broke the silence of the cabin from where she sat at the desk within their shared cabin."

Pain Management (E) "President Laura Roslin opened her eyes, her breath staggering."

Okie... tagging a handful of people to do this: @madamairlock @elliehopaunt @ofhouseusher @virtualtaleinternet @this-geek @miabicicletta @lavenderknivess @oh-mydarling @cleverlycrusher @holy-ships-x-red-lips and anyone else who feels like it.

#tag game #my writing #writing tags

[n7punk]

Pairings: Adora/Catra (Catradora). Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018).

Rating: G. Chapters: 1/1 (One shot). Words: 8.9k.

Summary: Adora never knew how little she understood about She-ra until she lost her. She wants to understand her and what her powers truly are now, but she doesn’t know anything about magic. She’s not alone, though; Melog is also experiencing a change in their powers now that they’re on a planet bursting with life. As Adora is getting used to listening to herself, Melog is getting used to not being alone anymore. (Or, Adora explores her magic alongside Melog. Oh yeah, and Bright Moon Castle is haunted.)

#hoo this one ended up longer than i planned lmao #but ive been saving it for so long i have a Lot of thoughts on it #melog #adora #she ra #spop #catra #writing tags #ootw #sgl

[asttralhell]

It's a 10 but(t)

Rules: List your OCs as “tens but” to give us a not-at-all comprehensive scope of their characters

Thanks @squarebracket-trickster for tagging me. You actually forced my hand into working and I named most of the characters rn on the spot bc so far they had traits and core characterists but not names.

It was such fun to do it and to read yours and read the other authors too! Let's all be friends and share stuff, guys hahah

Okay, picking Kissing some cats and other fairily tale struggles to do this + my resident headcat Fábio:

Catty/Catarina Maria: She's a 10 but... won't accept help, won't see any value in herself, thinks of herself as a background prop in people's lives thus she thinks her life isn't of much value anyways. Will chuck a human-turned-cat into a wall if he pees on her out of spite (it's ok, she won't do it to any other cats. Unless they speak to her).

Fábio Américo Lucídio Aurélio Vinícius Rolando Celestino de Miriam Filiberto Hélio Garza e Cavalcante/FabiAm: He's a 10 but like a -10 or else he wouldn't get into a fight with a cosmic horror cat (see Fábio bellow) and get US ALL TRANSFORMED INTO OLD ASS HOUSE APPLIANCES! LOOK AT ME, FABS, I'M A HANGER NOW!!!! A JACKET HANGER! I don't even like mahogany.... I wish I was cherry wood or... Also, makes EVERYONE who tries to break the spell run away and sinks everyone's chances to NOT BE A MAHOGANY COAT HANGER I HATE IT SO MUCH. FABS, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, and also is very much a dick. Did we mention he's totally the worst? Worst human-turned-cat ever.

Mahogany Coat Hanger (actually named Florian): he's a 10, but... DID HE EVER MENTION HOW MUCH THEY HAVE WOOD PREFERENCES AND MAHOGANY WASN'T ONE OF THEIR FAVS? DID THEY EVER STOP YOU AND TELL YOU HOW DREADFUL IT IS TO BE A *MAHOGANY* HANGER? MAHOGANY! Also, they will push all the other character down even tho I made them rn on the spot, he didn't have a name 2 hours ago. But he's very close to a 9.5 bc best gossip and best burns. Also, worst accents ever done (I made this one up NOW. I didn't know gender or name, I just felt their deeply hatred for.... mahogany)

Walter Akito Sachi/Mr. Sachi: He's a 10 but... He's actually an 11. Beautiful cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure. But he will send you weird work messages in your Academia-edu that will make you wonder if he's trying to harvest organs, so maybe he's a 10.5. Chaotic good boy.

Kris: He's a 10... but he's a 8-door mahogany (cries in Florian) wardrobe that ran away one night and no one discovered how yet. Runs a queer club. You know, he is a closet but he ain't in the closet. Very much taken, Florian won't tell you who tho. Can be Kristoff or Kristian, we ain't sure.

Ermengarda: She's a 10... But no one can see my real beauty IF I AM JUST A STUPENDOUS TEA POT, MY DARLING! Only speaker ever and forever when they are pulling the all tea set in a trenchcoat persona. ALWAYS AND FOREVER THE ONLY SPEAKER, SHUT UP, Chips!

Chips and Timmy: they a 10.... A 10yo. Well, more like Chips is 10, Timmy is kinda 11 or 9, no one really answered that yet. But the medium would be a 10, right? (Their names seem to be Clotilde and Timóteo, they won't tell me tho)

Karina Yumie Sachi: She's a 10 but... She will feature in 2 different wips and steal your girl. Even more chaotic than her cousin (see Mr. Sachi).

Oh yeah:

Fabio: He's a 10... As in ten-rrible, horrible. Hate that little guy. Transformed Fabs into a cat because he himself is a cosmic cat that lives in my head and sometimes we have mental talks but mostly he gives some weird advice like you should enable yourself.

I will tag the Cows but I forgot their users (i promise to edit it later): @lirhin @raiswanson @lady-redshield-writes @tundra-tiger

And the non-CoW friends @valhalla-awaitsfor-us @1ll-def1ned

#kisscat wip #writing tag #writing tags

[cjdevlin]

OC in three!

Rules: Introduce a character using three images.

I was tagged by @darkangel319, thank you!

I did a similar thing for Aoife and Rónan before I properly introduced them, so here's a few pictures that represent my FMC in the Roses WIP 🥀 (intro coming soon™️ ! )

This FMC is a scientist at heart, she believes wholy in things she can see and prove with the help of science. So the rumors about her town have never bothered her, stories of monsters hiding in the walls, stealing people in the night and sucking their souls, not until she has to face the truth head on.

But with her friends by her side, she can take on anything! A naturally shy, reserved character, but around her closest friends, she's the light that keeps them all going, the glue that holds their group together.

I tag @mitchell-nihil @prettylittlelyres @mikathewriter and @dazeddreamerr 🫶

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I've still yet to find a better face claim than this pic-crew I made, but I'll try and find some tomorrow while I get the WIP intro sorted!

I promise I am getting back into writing again tomorrow, I've just been going through it recently, but it looks like we're getting to the end of all the trouble and hopefully things will get easier from here on out 🤞

~ Caitlin 🌿

#writing tags #roses wip #writeblr #writers on tumblr #horror novel #new author #female writers #novel writing #writing inspiration #writing #writeblr community

[burnthatbridge]

seven sentence sunday

So I was tagged by @rewritetheending (tysm 😊) and I figured, since I posted the sfw version of this fic yesterday, that I could share the branch point of the, ah, decidedly nsfw variant, which I’m still working on.

“Better luck on the next one,” Lucy says to Buck, sly smile belying her best wishes. Buck scoffs and waves her off. “Doesn’t matter,” he says, lips losing their pout and curving into a smirk, “I’m better with my mouth elsewhere anyway.” Ravi, in the middle of taking a drink, chokes. Eddie’s very glad he has already swallowed his mouthful or he definitely would would have too.  Lucy reaches behind Ravi and thumps him on the back while she says, “Funny. So am I.” Ravi sets his glass down with such a thud he likely dropped it, but Eddie is too busy staring in horror, fascination, dread, anticipation, at the lock of Lucy and Buck’s gazes, the challenge on both their faces. As one, they turn to look at Eddie. 

Tagging @clusterbuck @oneawkwardcookie @henswilsons @hattalove @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @eddiediazes @buckleysibs @colonoscopys @homerforsure @like-the-rest-of-la if you have something you'd like to share and haven't already :)

#seven sentence sunday #this is the version of this fic that i came up with first #surprising probably no one #buck lucy competition fic #writing tags #snippets

[dyrewrites]

**Writing tags**

All the stuff I've written, or am currently writing, in a convenient spot so as not to get bogged down by the myriad of tag games I like doing.

-> common tags used are also tagged on this post <-

A warning, of a sort.

Trauma is spread thick and deep throughout these pages. My stories tend to dig down into dark, uncomfortable, confusingly depraved places and languish there. In some cases they roll around and giggle there. I promise some resolutions, and breaths of sweet release. There are quiet moments to counterbalance the agony…but not everything resolves easily - or at all - and there are always worse horrors around the corner. If that sounds interesting to you; grab some tissues, find a safe, comfortable place where you can snuggle up and allow me to invite you into the dark recesses of my imagination. 

**Published**

In Fog -- Novella

Out now!

Horror Romance // Supernatural // LGBTQ+

Memories live in shaky breaths, in gasps and giggles, in screams and tightly held silence. The moments adored, the moments feared, all soon forgotten which lie in wait for peace, for quiet, when they can be felt full and complete, relived in visceral detail. It was one such memory that took me then, standing at the edge of that long abandoned park, eyes jittering too fast to make out the rusted playground in all its growing shadows. I didn't need to see it. I knew its shape as surely as I knew my own. I remembered the curves of its slide, the jagged holes in its stairs, its broken bars, and its crooked playhouse. It had changed over the years, as all things are wont to do, but still I knew it. Then, as fog rolled in to pierce those familiar shapes with the eerie whites of its jagged fingers, slipping with such ease to fill the cracks my mind could not…I wondered if the park remembered me. It answered, in its way. With a gasping breeze it fluttered the fallen leaves, toying with the weight of them as easily as it did the tail of my coat. We did not speak, the park and I, not in words. Yet we understood one another through the memories that followed. In those memories I felt your hands—chill as ever against my cheeks–and we were together again, whole as we were meant to be, whole as we had been so many years ago…

In the Marrow -- Short

Horror // Suspense // Supernatural

Hazel’s bones are creaking louder than they ought to be and there’s something off about the light on the second floor of her home, something that smells decidedly hotter than sunlight should.

Excerpt

She had no time to consider the fresh oddity as the midday sun raged and fierce orange light broke free of the window and rushed into the hall. It burned along the tables, blasted through vases of crumpled flowers, crackled along family portraits and clawed across the worn and peeling wallpaper. The sunlight devoured all it touched in its searing bright and she felt, in its baleful glow, an insatiable hunger. A hunger for her.

Can’t You See Me? -- Short

Horror // Suspense // Supernatural // LGBT 

Madelyn died a few weeks ago, which is fine, she’s fine, but her wife and kids haven’t noticed…and that’s less fine. She needs them to see her, to know she’s gone, how else can she move on?

Excerpt

It was a silly idea, really. I don’t even know why I tried it, but I did. I had to. I could go downstairs after all, anywhere in the house actually, there’s just so little point in it if no one could see me, you know? But frost, in July? That they’d see. That they might investigate. Where to put it was the question, I could only scream so long before everything went fuzzy and then I went away. I wasn't sure where I went, it was just…away. Somewhere else. Somewhere dark and cold and empty. I didn’t like being there but if it meant being seen by my family again, of them finding my body and pulling me out of this strange in between I was in…

The Portrait -- Short

Horror // Suspense // Supernatural // Historical

Miriam was kept but kept well, pampered even, without need to work or wed or endure the shame of aging within her parent’s rooms. Aunt Mimi had left her a life of solitude and luxury. And so, though the sight of it prickled her skin and stole her breath, she did not throw out the package in the foyer. She would open it, and hang it, and allow its eyes to watch—to leer—because it was a gift from Aunt Mimi.

Excerpt

Portraits were leering things that sought to reclaim as much as was captured to create them and that belief, that discomfort—that abject terror—was why she did not allow them in her home. It was the reason not a single portrait adorned her walls, only empty spaces where faces once loomed…and it was, of course, why the parcel bothered her so. Why it sent her into a panic that sent her, in turn, to the floor and scooted her into a wall. 

Don't Look -- Short

Horror // Suspense // Supernatural // LGBT

The apartment is cheap. Good area, rent controlled, a dream come true. Sure, it’s a bit drafty and the hinges creak and the pipes bang but that's normal for an old building. It's the smell that’s worrying. It’s only in the bedroom and it gets stronger near the hatch in the closet...

Excerpt

And I stand in the shadows of the doorway. Unsettled, uncertain…but it’s been paid for, papers signed, and it’s not the end of the world if the landlady is a bit of a creep. We can look past that. I can look past that. How often does one see their landlady anyway? It’ll be fine. It’s a nice building, in a beautiful city, for practically pennies. “Everything will be fine,” I whisper to the threshold of my new home, my new life, but it rings strange to my ears—like a lie—as I step inside.

** Finished / In Beta**

Weald and Wen: Book One of Children of Mar -- Novel

Dark Fantasy // Horror // Nonhuman

Weald and Wen -> prologue

Mar flourished once. Warmed by the heat of the Lady’s Heart, its lands stretched full within the walls of a great, glittering egg. Then its shell cracked and a darkness seeped in; squirming, hollow and hungry…

There had been neither antler nor tail to mark the passage of Auru hunters through the Weald for full rotations. Yet Mitra heard of hungry shadows from the few of their traders—those yet willing to deal with her—as they packed up and headed for the relative safety of the Wen. They spoke of fewer creatures skittering along the trunks and grass and far fewer hunters willing to seek them through the Weald's deeper woods, or the Dreadmire that split it from its Wen twin–her brother's Dreadmire. The news of fewer meals scrounging his fog had sent her brother into a clanking fit. He blamed gasps in the Breath, or magics running rampant and demanded she find the Touched responsible. A task she was certain would prove fruitless. The Weald was vast and flush with dark places for things far worse than shadows to dwell. It was more likely that the hunters were lost to Naemit webs or Fiori mists than shadows, no matter how hungry they might be. But at the sight laid bare before her, at the carnage in shades she had not seen for ages, all of Mitra's assumptions rotted away. What left that statue could not be the work of Weald predators, wayward gasps of the Lady's Breath or even a wielder of its magics.  That horror, which squelched into deeper dark, had been cold, empty...and familiar. 

**WIPs**

Pale Blood: First Book of Morne (in revision) -- Novel

Tag for Snips and such

Urban Fantasy // Cyberpunk // LGBTQ+

The magic in Morne is acting up, leaking in from the wylds beyond the barrier and tainting all it touches. Som’s eyes, the twin suns that heat and light the mishappen ball of a planet, remain open far too long and never fully close. Night is lost, replaced by a meager in-between the inhabitants have come to call ‘halfnight’ and the shadow-walking, blood-sucking fangs that once ruled Morne’s only city have been driven into hiding. They’re left to wheel and deal through netlinks and vidscreens, safe from the glare of the suns, for all but the dimmest hours of the wretched twilight Som offers. All but one, whose half-cursed blood keeps him safe in the bright. But despite his usefulness, he’s used as little more than a delivery boy. A delivery boy who’s noticed a change in the blood he’s ferrying, a change no other fang has noticed, one that will lead him on a journey he’d rather run from.

Before Deluca (stand-alone) -- Novel

The bloodiest chapter so far has been shared in its entirety

Full Chapters on Cohost

Horror Romance // Historical fantasy // LGBTQ+

An autobiographical tell-all told from the present-day perspective of a roughly middle-aged vampire looking back on the 18th-20th centuries in which he was created and the life he led with the man that made him.

Shorts

Random horror shorts I’m working on.

Erotica -> in print now

Self-explanatory, one would hope -- enter at your own peril.

Come, My Pretty is a filthy little tale of a bored witch and a promiscuous princess she accidentally summoned into her dungeon. A princess who takes a decidedly unorthodox approach to "subduing" the monsters that inhabit said dungeon...

Snippet Tag

Should you just wanna read the snips and don't care which they're from.

** Extras **

Cover Art

All my covers go here. Made by me, so if they’re terrible there’s no one to blame but myself.

Voiceover Tests

Audio tests of me reading my snips aloud as I try to learn to make audiobooks. Some of the older ones have a horrible whining sound in them because Audacity hates me, but the newer ones do not.

#writing tags #writeblr #amwriting #writers of tumblr #female writers #writerscommunity #writing #weald and wen #pale blood #horror #snippet #voiceover #in fog #short story #novella #before deluca

[rockyybeach]

eis und feuer (ao3) (fanfiktion.de)

Bob kehrt in den Semesterferien nach Hause zurück um Justus zu helfen, den Schrottplatz kurzfristig zu übernehmen . Dort trifft er auf einen mysteriösen Jungen, der seine freie Zeit bei seinem besten Freund Finn verbringen will. Es bahnt sich eine Sommerliebe an, die immer tiefer zu gehen scheint, wäre Peter nur nicht so verschlossen...

Oder: Peter ist ein aufstrebender Eishockey Star und Bob ist ein Journalistikstudent der keine Ahnung von Sport hat, es aber trotzdem schafft dass Peter sich in ihn, dann in die Beatles und dann in sich selbst verliebt.

#hii i did a thing #fanfiction #die drei ??? #die drei fragezeichen #peter shaw #justus jonas #bob andrews #shipping tags #bob x peter #ich habe mich immer irgendwie zurückgehalten über meine fics hier zu posten #aber who cares #ich hab das moodboard vor ewigkeiten gemacht und ich mag es immer noch warum also verschwenden lol #writing tags #das EINE mal in der ich keine gen ddf fic schreibe lol

[musingsbycaitlin]

Heads Up, Seven Up

Tagged by @dallonwrites thx bb

I haven’t written anything in ages so this is literally from an assignment i forced myself to start today, it doesn’t even have a name. It’s a little more than seven lines but oh well, the stopping point was weird otherwise.

Anyway:

I think my father’s upset with me.

I saw him in the bathroom mirror as I brushed my teeth, the minty foam dripping down my chin. He scowled, though he almost always does, but there was a sort of pity behind his eyes. I splashed some water on my face, and he was gone, just as Jonas rounded the doorway. I buried my face into his chest for a split second until he held my head and said he needed to shower. That was my cue to leave. We slept until sunrise when I rolled over to face him, scared to open my eyes. Part of me hoped I was back home, that I hadn’t called Jonas crying, that I wouldn’t have to tell Noreen about it at lunch.

As I laid there in the dark stillness, eyes firmly clamped shut, listening to the harmonised breathing, flashes of my father swept my vision. Memories of him teaching me to ride a bike; images of him shaking his head when I came home late. When I opened my eyes, Jonas was still there, but behind him I saw my father, reading a book in the armchair, whistling to himself. I think he is upset with me.

Okay cool. Now for the tags. Of course no pressure to do this but I’d love to see anyone who does. @silassghost @annlillyjose @aesa and ofc anyone else who wants to xx

#help I haven’t even read this over yet its so fresh #feel like I’m bearing my soul #don’t perceive me #thanks dallon xoxo #writing tags #tag game #writeblr #my writing #writing extract

[reidsaurora]

-> last line tag!

tagged by: @lukeclvez

rules: post the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

ok so writing has been scarce and depression has been very high lol. that being said, i think i'm slowly digging my way out of the trenches and the following line is from a new project that i can't wait for you guys to see 🫶🏻

"You loved him, truly, but the boy certainly needed a reality check sometimes."

hmmm, i do wonder what that could mean hehe

do i even know 13 other writers? let's see lol

no pressure tags: @dungeons-are-too-cold @reidsbookclub @samuel-de-champagne-problems @writer-in-theory @ssahotchnerr @writingquillsandpainpills @rupsmorge @milla984 @foxy-eva @reputationmunson @letarasstuff @broken-stardust and you, person reading this!

#last line tag #tag #tags #tag game #tag games #writing #writing tag #writing tags #writing game #writing games #thanks for the tag! #marie 💥 #my auroras 🪩✨️

[captainjunglegym]

WIP Wednesday - 06/03/2024

Tagged by the wonderful @nocoastposts and @sunnysideprince

Wow big day/week for nick stans amirite??? loved mary and george. seen it ALL. also stoked for the idea of you, looks cute n fun and i love the song.

ANYWAYS. Angst? I haven't written anything this week bc of the aforementioned nick apocalypse, so have something from last week.

Part of my Henry doesn't want children AU, and henry is really going through it. This fic has a name now and is called (subject to change):

If You're Not Made for Me:

The glass shatters on their kitchen floor. It breaks the fragile silence that has protected their home for days, for weeks. Henry bends to pick up the shards but draws his hand back sharply when he cuts himself. The blood, thick and rich, beads out of his finger and he watches as it stains a path down to his palm. He sits on the floor with his back to their cabinets and just watches his own blood. His eyes flicker up to see Alex. He’d not heard him come in, but he never hears him much. Alex is a phantom in their shared space. He’s sweeping up the glass and putting it in the trash. He moves with a calm grace that Henry despises. He wants Alex to feel how he feels inside. Like a churning anger and sadness that can’t be tamed. There’s something black inside of Henry. Rotting. Rotting. Rotting. Fingers take his palm. Alex runs a wet cloth over his wound, gently cleaning the blood before drying it and pressing a blue Band-Aid over the cut. He’s finished dressing the wound, but he holds Henry’s hand, his fingers pressing into his palm and feeling his bones and tendons. The touch is firm but gentle, like Alex is digging into his skin to find a pulse, to find fucking anything that’s a sign of life. “You should be more careful,” Alex says softly after a few moments. He looks at Henry, waiting for a response, but Henry offers none. Alex stands and walks away. You should be more careful. You. That’s Henry’s name now. He was darling and sweetheart and baby. He was Henry and Hen and H. Now he’s none. You. Rotting. Rotting. Rotting.

No pressure tags: @getmehighonmagic @eusuntgratie @bigassbowlingballhead @anincompletelist @firenati0n @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @littlemisskittentoes @wordsofhoneydew @sparklepocalypse @magicandarchery and im sure im forgetting people but if you wanna do it then please tag me so i can read and reblob!!

#my fics #writing tags #firstprince fic

[hobipaint]

Last Line Tag

thanks for the tags @anyablackwood and @theunboundwriter!

Here's the last line I wrote:

And suddenly - you don't even know how it happened - his lips were on yours, kissing you like he meant it - and you knew he did - pulling your face closer, holding onto you like you were but a fever dream he wanted to realise so badly.

wc: 45 words.

I don't think i can possibly tag 45 people haha so i shall just tag a few: @varietae @monvante @taegularities @jmvore @the-boy-meets-evil @temptaetions and anyone else who wants to join in, feel free to!

#writing tags #this is fun hehe #didnt realise how long that line got until i counted the words #without characters ofc #wips

[evilovesyou]

ONE LINE, ANY FIC

The lovely @haztobegood @kingsofeverything and @justalarryblog tagged me to do this. Thank you!

Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

🐕 whatever you feel like doing in this moment (1.9k | Larry | improv actors)

“I saw you pee with your leg raised up like you’re a dog.”

🎸 they’re laughin’ and drinkin’ and havin’ a party (4.2k | Larry | Hurt/Comfort)

It took him a while to realize that the melody he was hearing wasn’t what Harry was drumming out on his skin, but what Niall had started strumming on his guitar.

🏞 across the river is where my heart is (8.1k | Larry | girl!direction revolution au)

She would later come to think of it like a muscle: her justice muscle, that had been pulled and beaten into a mold that it couldn’t fit and was so sore that she couldn’t ignore it anymore.

📖 The Journal (13.9k | Larry | magic soulmates au)

“If you were born a hundred years after this was written, how did you write it?” Liam asked, confusion shown plainly in the way his eyes were slightly squinted, in the creasing of his forehead and the tilt of his mouth. 

🍎 Must be the Season of the Witch (14.5k | Larry | girl!direction witch au)

“I made an apple. How sick is that?”

💋 starin' back from the lookin' glass (there stood a woman where a half-grown boy had stood) (23.7k | Larry | trans/genderfluid Harry)

“Kiss me,” she whispered, because if she was going to have to let this man go, then she couldn’t without at least giving him her first real kiss. The first one she actually meant.

🌸 Lies & Liability (34.3k | Larry | regency ABO)

Harry could not help himself, he freed his hands and leaned over to hug his saviour and be enveloped in that wonderful scent of cinnamon and sandalwood with that touch of magnolias.

🏈 But I’m the Quarterback (51.9k | Larry | but i’m a cheerleader au)

“I’m not supposed to like you,” Harry said, tears welling up in his eyes again, threatening to drown him. 

❄️ like cranberries on a winter evening (57.7k | Larry, Lewis/Niall, Ziam | advent fic)

”…Everybody knows when you eat the nose of somebody who is fun, you temporarily gain their abilities,” Harry pointed out.

🧛 From What I've Tasted of Desire (71.5k | Larry | twilight au)

“It’s not my fault you look ridiculously attractive right now,” Harry whispered, shrugging slightly and reaching out to brush a strand of hair off of Louis’ forehead with a lightning-fast motion.

This was a lot of fun! I'll tag @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @lululawrence @jacaranda-bloom @fallinglikethis @londonfoginacup @allwaswell16 @hazzabeeforlou and @disgruntledkittenface if you're up for it and haven't done it yet. <3

#my writing #writing tags #my fics #one line any fic #it was really hard picking the fics for this #i have so many short ones that i would've liked to include #but i ended up going more towards the longer ones #i think because i'm more attached to them

[elizaellwrites]

How Do I Plan Tag

So, appropriate to the conflicting sides of my personality, my planning style has two drastically different approaches... so let's get started! (I'm wordy, I apologize in advance.)

Thank you @my-cursed-prince for tagging me in this and for everyone who's ready to bear with me as I try to explain the war that takes place in my mind.

How do you plot your writing out?

Step 1- Inspiration

This almost always happens at the worst possible times, either while I'm at work, in class, doing homework, etc. Most of the time it's because I see or hear something that sends a lightning bolt of an idea straight into my mind, and I don't know how my brain jumped through the hoops to get what I got out of what I was given. When this happens, it's almost always frustrating in the moment, since I get the overwhelming urge to start immediately when I often can't. I either make a mental note of the idea, or I write a physical note to remind myself to revisit it.

Purposeful/directed inspiration can also come through listening to music, watching movies/TV shows, reading, and looking at art, but this is honestly less common unless I'm writing while doing these things simultaneously (which I do quite a bit.)

Step 2- Filtering

This can happen in one of two ways. The first is whether I decide to call my brother (my unofficial editor) to see if my idea even remotely makes sense to anyone that isn't me. Then we either scrap, alter, or build on the ideas over the next half hour or so. Most of the time he just tells me that it's my story so I know what will work best with what I'm planning, but I also know that some things can seem obvious to me as the author that will go unintentionally under the radar to a reader, so he's a great help in my process when I bring him in.

The other way can be best described as a mental file cabinet, where I keep all of my plans for current and future projects. Truly, I think this is the more common way I do it, otherwise, I would be calling my poor brother almost constantly. When I'm doing this, I'm basically skimming through each of the files, seeing if this new idea works anywhere, and which characters would be best for this plotline, or vice versa. If it doesn't fit anywhere but has potential, I make another file and save it for later. If it contradicts what I've built, it gets dismissed. If it does fit, I then go to the next step...

Step 3- Development

This is where I spend most of my time. If it's a character, this is background, personality, role, etc. If it's worldbuilding, I'm here for days to weeks until it's blended into everything I had developed previously, as if it was always there. If it's a plot line or event, I locate where it is in the master timeline and create a rough sketch of what I want to happen around the initial idea. Any research takes place here as well. It's pretty straightforward.

Step 4- Bullet Point Storylining

This creates a visual for me to go off of; a road map per se. It's flexible and very open to possibilities, yet holds me to the structure that I put in place during development. This way, nothing crazy happens, but I can still surprise myself in...

Step 5- Drafting

Where chaos unfolds. Anything can happen- as long as I try to follow the map I set up with my bullet points. Then I repeat the drafting of that part until my perfectionism is satisfied enough to where I don't feel like I need to burn the pages that only exist on my computer. So this period can also take quite a bit of time, as I refine and shape draft after draft. Editing is included in this step, as editing is simply rewriting, but way better.

In short, the process is: Plan, check the plan, plan some more, draw out the plan, then set the plan on (barely controlled) fire.

2. What's your favorite part of the writing process?

I really enjoy the actual writing part the most. It's incredibly freeing to get everything out on paper, and that feeling doesn't change when I'm even just rewriting.

Seeing how everything ties together even better than they do in the filing cabinets and scattered notes. I love to see my characters interact in a way that is better than I could ever simply explain that they would. I love when they come to life and react in a way that I didn't initially see from them but makes so much sense. I like painting my world with words so that others can fall in love with it as much as I have through the hundreds of hours I've poured into it.

In some ways, my writing process is a mystery to me in how my worldbuilding has gotten so expansive that I'm building a Google Site and a guidebook for myself. I don't know when my characters started acting without my explicit permission, and I don't know where the inspiration for my specific plotlines came from. Some have been there so long that they've just become a fundamental fact of the story and the world.

I love how it's gotten a life of its own through the chaos that has burned through the first four steps of my writing process in the last, but most important one. To me, my characters have been real people for years. Is that weird? Maybe, but it's also incredibly special, and I wouldn't change that for anything. They've grown with me, and so has my fictional world. As I grow to see the complexities of the world around me, and as I experience life, it reflects in my work for both the good and the bad.

I wouldn't have my writing process any other way. (Even if it creates an inner debate on how much chaos is too much chaos.)

Feel free to participate: @the-printed-words, @verba-writing, @marigoldispeculiar, and @queerlilchinchin & anyone else who may be interested!

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[snowbodyatall]

I keep a journal. I was looking back on it today and I found that I was writing it as though I expected someone to be reading it in the future, nd I didn't get very deep into what I went through mentally (which is a lot; I'm bipolar 1 with psychotic features, I have PTSD, and panic disorder), and the thought occured to me that I've had my trust betrayed by so many people in the past by reading my journal, that I've trained myself to expect it, even writing in it for whomever that might be. But I'm not okay with this specific boundary being broken, so I no longer wan to allow this to happen. That should be my one safe place to be authentically myself without fear of judgement from prying eyes.

#thoughts #snowbodyatall #this is me #journal #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #journaling #self care #self help #self talk #writerscommunity #writeblr #writing thoughts #writing things #writing therapy #writing tags #im mad about it #stay out of my journal #dont read my journal #bipolar 1 #psychotic features #actually psychotic #ptsd #panic disorder #anxiety #mania #manic pixie dream girl

[asirensrage]

Writing Questions Tag Game

I was tagged by @residentdormouse! Thanks for that!

What is your absolute all-time favourite idea you’ve ever had?

Hmmm. All of my ideas are my favourite lol. This is hard to answer. I have no idea. I enjoy throwing people into new situations and exploring how they're going to react.

Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you and you still think about sometimes?

...no? I still think about this one negative review I got which was fairly justified because I hadn't updated the warnings and probably assumed it was obvious the relationship was toxic. I updated the tags, gave new warnings and learned from it so...

What is your favourite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

My fave part? Creating! Coming up with new ideas and exploring different situations and sharing those ideas and scenes with people. I like getting reactions from people. What parts could I leave? Writer's block, my lack of focus, and having too many ideas that I can't keep track, lol.

What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

I don't know. There's never been a time when I haven't wanted to create. I like sharing my ideas and characters with people and interacting with them based on it. I don't think I could ever stop writing or creating. Oh! Also spite. I excel at being motivated by spite.

What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

That the most important thing was enjoying what you write and that I will improve. No matter what I think, as long as I keep writing, I will improve.

What is your favourite story you’ve written TO COMPLETION? Link it if you’d like and can!

Nooo, don't make me choose! I love all my fics for various reasons. Um, maybe The Art of Seclusion (Ff.net and Ao3) for the simple fact that a) I've gotten some fantastic reactions from people and even though it took me years, my readers stayed with it to the end and b) I met some incredible people through it, including @vixenofcourse.

What is your favourite out-of-the-box quote?

Right now? “I fear that if she should accept, the flame of her heart would be drowned by the weight of your desire." and "She’s been cursed in a variety of ways since her childhood. She’s not going to hold merit to the angry words of something that’s dying. It’s the curses of the living that one needs to be careful of."

Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

Uhhh...Amelia and her selfishness? Grace and her manipulation and murder? Darcy and her willing to crash someone's car with them in it?

I think all of these women do what they feel they need to, whether for survival, entertainment or an act of karma. Not everyone has the same motivation or mindset and that's fine. It's what makes people interesting, even if they're not good.

If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

Probably be astounded at how good my writing is now in comparison and how well adjusted I seem 😂 (also at how many people like our writing! That still surprises me!)

soft tagging: @chickensarentcheap @ninjasawakenedmystar @nadja-antipaxos @nejires-hado @kingsmakers @chrissymunson @damn-daemon @darsynia @darth-caillic and anyone else who wants to join

#writing tag game #writing tags #my writing answers