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Character voice tag!

Thank you @drchenquill for the tag!

My line: Clearly, you thought wrong.

Taron: "You're so dumb. That's not it."

Corelion: "I was wondering when you would have realised you were, in fact, wrong."

Luna: "No, dummy, it's not like that!"

Himmel: "I am aware that your capacity of understanding is low, but I would have never thought it is this low."

Nihil: He laughs. "Keep going, I like hearing you speak like you know what you're talking about."

I tag @cheshawrites, @writingsfromspace, @the-ellia-west, @possiblylisle and everyone else who sees this!

Your line will be: Just come back home.

#tag game #thanks for the tag! #what a line

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Rewrite Tag!

Thank you @leahnardo-da-veggie and @writingsfromspace for the tag!

Rules: Rewrite the given line in your own style.

My lines:

Rosette looked out of the sole window in her room. The Barrowlands stared back at her, sloping brown hills with sparse greenery. Her whole life had been spent in the boreal woods of Silversami. She had known, in a matter of fact way, that Palioden was far larger than that one pocket of forestry, but it was a wholly other thing to see it herself.

They sat down on a bench, and Ignaz showed Muriel how to carefully approach Fisk, how to recognize Fisk was at ease about her presence, and how to stroke through the feathers without disarraying them. It was odd watching the two of them like this. Athanasios himself had never had much of a desire to take care of children, but he didn't have anything against watching one for a while, especially under the supervision of an adulter adult. And Ignaz... he'd never really seen him as a father figure--when they became real friends, his children were already out of the house--but now it truly hit him Ignaz had in fact raised two little ones. When Muriel got bored of petting the bird--far faster than Athanasios would have assumed--Ignaz ordered her to stay within viewing range and sent her off to play.

Rewriting the lines:

It was the window inside the room that caught Rosette's attention the most. The slanted brown hills and scattered greenery of the Barrowlands welcomed her to their world with just a glance. For Rosette's entire life as a child of the boreal woods of Silversami, Palioden was only a big shape on a map and nothing more. Yet as she stared at the view outside, she realised that the reality was far more wonderful than she thought.

The moment they sat down on a bench, Ignaz took his time showing Muriel how to behave around Fisk. As a bird was not the most common pet one could have, Ignaz had to be careful when explaining how to recognize Fisk's behavior or how to touch him. For Athanasios, it was a strange sight. He never thought of himself as being one who could one day care for children, though he never had a problem watching one for a short period of time under the supervision of a more responsible adult. As for Ignaz, it was odd to see him as a father figure altogether. They acknowledged each other as friends when Ignaz's children were already far away from their home. Now that he observed his friend and Muriel in this manner, Athanasios got reminded that, in fact, Ignaz already raised two little children before they flew away from their nest. Muriel wasn't entertained enough with Fisk, to Athanasios's surprise, and with a kind warning from Ignaz to stay within line of sight, she ran off to play.

I tag @writinglyra, @zorya-km, @ghost-town-story, and everyone else who sees this!

Your line is:

The boy stepped closer, leaving behind a trail of wet footprints. Unfortunately, one of his shoes decided to give up on living and lost its sole on the way. His skin was peeking through the holes of his white tank top, and the stains on it made it seem like they were actually part of the clothing. His jeans seemed to have been mauled and torn apart by dogs, even though that wasn’t actually the case. In a brawl, you grab onto whatever you can get your dirty hands on, and his poor jeans got caught in the crossfire.

#other's writing #tag game #ohw poor boy :( #love what you did with the rewrite too #tying the birdiness of it all in with Ignaz' kids 👌

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Good news!

I am working on Hannelore and her deceased partners are now named!

Bad news!

They're called Bertram (Muriel's father) and Hendrik (husband).

#amwriting #king-eaters' grief

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heads up everybody who uses taglists: tumblr's made a change where you can only tag 5 people per line of text. so if you have a taglist like this:

@persononeee @persontwoo @personthreee @personfourr @personfivee @personsixx @personsevenn

the last two people won't be tagged at all! in order to make sure everybody gets a notification, you can do it like this:

@persononeee @persontwoo @personthreee @personfourr @personfivee

@personsixx @personsevenn

remember to check your taglist after posting, preferably on the mobile app, where the difference between tagged and untagged users will be visually obvious.

#well that explains something #why. #I hope they fix it. they're gonna fix it right #tumblr things

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Text: I sell mortality of all sorts to those who come seeking it. Often they want just enough to appear human, to bleed, or cry. Some want to meet with death for business, and need to die to do it.

#writing prompt

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Find the word tag

Tagged by @njnetails - thank you!

My words were mind, bind, find, rewind. Only found two of them in The king-eaters' grief:

Mind

At least he had the presence of mind to keep it as subtle as he could. A gate bouncing back might happen anytime, after all, and the light shimmer in the air was easy to overlook when distracted by an angry Ankylosaurus and an angrier stranger.

Find

[Ignaz] "I could find something for her for the interim. You can't keep a little girl in a subterranean ossuary." [Athanasios] "Why me?" "Well, you have her with you. Why do you have her with you?" "Because. Well." "Mom went away. She'll come back later but we're going for a walk in the meantime," Muriel filled Ignaz in.

Tagging @jacqueswriteblrlibrary, @mk-writes-stuff, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @albatris, @zorya-km, @writinglyra + open tag!

Your words are smile, flinch, frown, growl!

#tag game #writeblr #king-eaters' grief

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Vaguely Summarized WIP

Rules: summarize your WIP in fifteen bullet points (but do it badly)

Thanks @mysticstarlightduck and @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tags! I’ve done this one with a word limit, but I’ll try it again, especially now that I’ve fleshed out the plot a bit. So here we go, Seven Stations Book 1, take two!

Nobles think kidnapping someone to be a bodyguard is a good idea

Getting engaged to the literal most insufferable person on the stations

Also stealing one of his clones

Also getting disinherited lol

Belladonna’s absolutely foolproof plan to get back her inheritance

Nellie has a cute romance subplot (and also the problems)

Twelve steps of the foolproof plan (including talking to Belladonna’s fiancé, unfortunately)

Step 5 is not in fact foolproof, backup plan time

Oops I left Cassie unattended and she stole another clone

Backup plan is also not foolproof, Cassiopeia time

Cassiopeia time is also not foolproof, now we have problems

Dramatic reveals where we fight a lot and then try to scheme our way out of our problems

Okay so you know those political meetings where everyone is scheming and has like 2000 secret plans? That but it’s a party

Nellie’s love interest drops a bombshell real fast

Let’s actually give clones rights this time around (and make everyone else do it too)

Hopefully this is entertaining :)

@rkmoon @pluppsauthor @willtheweaver want to play?

#other's writing #oh this sounds like fun. I wanna read this #the first one alone skhfdasfas #cassiopeia time!!

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Two Truths and a Lie

Rules: make a poll with two truths and a lie about an OC, then get your followers to vote on which one’s the lie

Thanks @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag! I’m going to go with Cassiopeia for this one :)

Lmk what your guesses are!

@illarian-rambling @touloserlautrec @elsie-writes want to play?

#based on absolutely nothing I want to believe that listening to Stellaris would have led to failing even worse somehow #other's writing #poll

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Rewrite tag

Tagged by @kaylinalexanderbooks and @illarian-rambling - thank you!

@kaylinalexanderbooks' snippet:

Jack scrutinized the castle before him. It stretched up, up, up into the sky--and as they were already in the clouds, Jack didn’t want to know how high the tallest tower was above the ground--how he wouldn’t like to be the poor bloke who was defenestrated from it. The castle was made of some sort of dark stone, giving it the unsettling feel of a haunted house. There was the cobblestone path, yes, but on either side of it, Jack realized that yes, they were still on clouds, though where the castle was, the clouds were dark and gray, and when Jack listened closely enough, he realized that there was a booming irregular pulse of thunder that shook the ground ever-so-slightly, enough to cause the stone beneath his shoes to rattle.

My rewrite:

The fact they were already in the clouds made the sheer height of the castle that much worse. Jack didn't even want to know how far the highest towers reached; already his mind was wandering unpleasant places, like how long he could fall if he was unlucky enough to be defenestrated from up there. He didn't recognize the dark stone the building was made of, although he didn't particularly want to, either; it emanated enough of an unsettling feeling Jack thought the answer could only be sinister. The cobblestone path leading up to it seemed firm enough, but on either side, far too close for comfort, there was still nothing but clouds, deceptively solid white and fluffy for something that would drop him like a stone at the first misstep. Under the castle, though, even the clouds turned ominous, dark, grey--and reverberating with forceful booms of thunder, barely audible at this distance, but shaking the very ground under Jack's feet.

@illarian-rambling's snippet:

With a tightness in his chest, Djek got that familiar, sneaking suspicion that he was in way over his head. He’d see it through, of course—his morbid curiosity was always keeping him involved in things normal people would’ve run away from at the first chance. Perhaps he could have a little more caution this time, though. Do a little research. Gods forbid, read something if he had to. It was quite the little maze of secrets he’d found himself in, but he’d make the best of it.

My rewrite:

Djek's chest tightened. Oh, he was in over his head again. Not that that would stop him. Normal people might run away from these situations he seemed to keep finding himself in given half a chance, but his morbid curiosity always ended up getting the better of him. He'd see it through. Perhaps with a little more caution than usual, though. A little research. Some reading even, if absolutely necessary. The secrets twisting around him surely warranted a little extra effort before they could strangle him.

My snippet for you (translated from The king-eaters' grief):

[Fisk is Ignaz' pet Velociraptor, also referred to as a bird here]

They sat down on a bench, and Ignaz showed Muriel how to carefully approach Fisk, how to recognize Fisk was at ease about her presence, and how to stroke through the feathers without disarraying them. It was odd watching the two of them like this. Athanasios himself had never had much of a desire to take care of children, but he didn't have anything against watching one for a while, especially under the supervision of an adulter adult. And Ignaz... he'd never really seen him as a father figure--when they became real friends, his children were already out of the house--but now it truly hit him Ignaz had in fact raised two little ones. When Muriel got bored of petting the bird--far faster than Athanasios would have assumed--Ignaz ordered her to stay within viewing range and sent her off to play.

I was going to keep it shorter but. I figured the first paragraph added some context lkdsjg

Tagging @stories-by-rie, @njnetails, @talesfromaurea, @jezifster, @fixaidea, @gwens-fiction, @cass-writings + an open tag! No pressure as always <3

#writeblr #tag game #writings from space #other's writing #king-eaters' grief

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would your oc ever admit to being wrong?

#athanasios #STRUGGLES #notably he has apologized one (1) time in backstory lol #hannelore #has a bit of an easier time although she does tend towards passive-aggressive 'sure yeah my fault whatever' at times

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ok writeblr i have a question and it does not matter if you answer re fanfic or original work:

do you nerds know what themes you intend to tackle in longer works before you start, or are the themes a fun little surprise you don't uncover until the nth draft?

#the themes Arrive along the first (zeroth) draft usually #writing things

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two truths and a lie

@cwritesfiction tagged me for this game so now it's time to vote! which one of the following facts is a lie in disguise? i'm doing it for the five senses :3

i'm tagging (only if you want to play): @cilly-the-writer @scifimagpie @writingsfromspace

#other's writing #poll #the first sounds like fun I hope they're real :D #thanks for the tag!

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Thanks for the tag @somethingclevermahogony!

Rewrite Tag

My line: Akard smiled to himself as he watched the seer descend into the earth, “Not at all, I don’t think I’ll be going back to Apuna, for quite some time.” Bazus chuckled, “That’s good, you’ll get to enjoy all the hospitality of my father’s city, come let's go talk to your seer!” 

As Hutbari’s eldest strolled confidently onward Akard muttered under his breath. “I assure you I will be enjoying far more than just father’s hospitality.”

My rewrite: A grin curled across Akard's lips as he watched the seer drift down. "No, no, I don't think I'll be returning to Apuna for quite a while." Bazus laughed softly. "For now, let us speak to your seer, but I'm sure my father's city will greet you kindly."

The man walked on, yet Akard lagged behind, unable to keep this whispered proclamation behind his lips. "Your father's hospitality won't be the only thing I plan on availing myself of."

Your line: With a tightness in his chest, Djek got that familiar, sneaking suspicion that he was in way over his head. He’d see it through, of course—his morbid curiosity was always keeping him involved in things normal people would’ve run away from at the first chance. Perhaps he could have a little more caution this time, though. Do a little research. Gods forbid, read something if he had to. It was quite the little maze of secrets he’d found himself in, but he’d make the best of it.

He always did.

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I'll tag @leahnardo-da-veggie @writingsfromspace @abalonetea @mangowords and anyone else who wants in :)

#other's writing #tag game #thanks for the tag! #I do enjoy your snip 👀

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A Writer's Guide to Character Development

I don’t know about you guys, but I can only answer “what’s your character’s favorite flavor of ice cream” so many times before I realize those lists are not going to help me actually write the character.

So, instead, I like to drabble practice. Answer these ten key questions about your character (answer in character). Then, after you know them a little better, write ten scenes (NOT part of your planned story) with the ten prompts below. Set it in your world, but it can be whenever you want—pre-story, or post-story, or mid-story. You could even write two scenes for one prompt, contrasting where your character starts the story and where they end up, or write one in first person and then write it again in third.

Just has to cover events that are NOT plot points. The point of the exercise is to come up with scenes you can toss out as soon as you finish them. You might end up using some of the lines or scenes you come up with, but for now you’re just playing around. 

QUESTIONS

What does your character tell everyone is their greatest fear? What is it actually? Is it the same? Why or why not?

What is their greatest strength and greatest weakness? 

Name the most important people to this character. All of them. Family and close friends and lovers.

Does your character have enemies? Who and why?

What is your character’s favorite holiday and why? 

How does your character like to present himself/herself? How do they dress? How do they act? Are they friendly or standoffish? Do they like to make a scene, or are they a wallflower?

What is their love language? How do they express it, and how do they best receive it?

What is their highest virtue? What is something that peers would praise about your character? What do they value most in other people?

Are they messy or neat? Why or why not?

If your character could change one thing about their life, what would it be and why? And, conversely, if they could only save one thing from their life, what would it be?

PROMPTS

Your character has had a bad day. What happened?

Your character’s loved one is sick. What do they do?

It’s your character’s birthday.

Someone is hiding something from your character. How do they uncover what it is?

Your character has just heard the news. A character they loved is dead. Describe the rest of their day.

Your character is on their own for dinner.

Your character has the day to himself/herself. No responsibilities, nothing. What do they do?

In the middle of the night, your character hears a noise in the house.

Your character knows they will die at midnight. What is their last day like?

Your character suddenly develops amnesia. Their loved ones try to jog your character’s memories by taking them to familiar locations and reminiscing. 

#worldbuilding advice #character

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OC interview

Thanks @writingsfromspace for the tag!

I'd like to do someone I don't talk about a lot, so I'll do Wade!

1. Are you named after anyone?

“Technically, no, but also yes? My parents are both hydrokinetics, so I'm Wade. As in, wading in water. My younger twin sisters are Brooke and Marina. Subtle, but a little silly.”

2. When was the last time you cried?

“Oh, why did you have to remind me about Deep Impact what the HELL was that movie???”

3. Do you have kids?

“Sort of. The guys at the Aequales. I'm their age, but I'm their dad. I'll fight you for that. I'm a momma bear around them. Don't cross me.”

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

“Nahhhhh totally not.”

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

“Vibe. Next.”

6. What's your eye colour?

“Teo tells me they're as blue as Glacier Freeze Gatorade. I think they're like totally the color of toilet water.”

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

“Happy endings. I'm a sucker. I want to cry. But I'll admit watching Parker scream like a kindergartener is a happy ending for me.”

8. Any special talents?

“My healing powers are pretty dope. I also play football. My talent is not getting hurt. I'm good at schedules. I'm learning the piano. I've never gotten less than an A on a poetry assignment. I always win Clue. Pacing. I'm also a decent leader.”

9. Where were you born?

“Goddamn Florida.”

10. Do you have any pets?

“A dog named K'Ehleyr.”

11. What sort of sports do you play?

“Football. My inability to get hurt and heal others makes it my duty to make this sport as safe as possible. I don't care if Ceters find out about my powers.”

12. How tall are you?

“I am 6-foot-2 which is a pretty awesome height except when I'm next to Parker. Or Noelle.”

13. What was your favorite subject in school?

“Girl, I'm still in high school. Is this why you asked about the kids earlier? Damn, pedophile. Anyway, I love history. But they don't teach it right and it makes me mad.”

14. What is your dream job?

“Oh, I'd love to be a history professor while also coaching football on the side. Maybe an event coordinator side business. If I can do all, I will.”

Wow this was so much fun!

Softly tagging @gracehosborn @mk-writes-stuff @jezifster @little-peril-stories @mysticstarlightduck @splashinkling @winterandwords @awritingcaitlin @elsie-writes @herrmannhalsteadproduction @poethill @somethingclevermahogony @forevermagik + anyone else!

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites (bonus tag)

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1. Are you named after anyone?

2. When was the last time you cried?

3. Do you have kids?

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

6. What's your eye colour?

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

8. Any special talents?

9. Where were you born?

10. Do you have any pets?

11. What sort of sports do you play?

12. How tall are you?

13. What was your favorite subject in school?

14. What is your dream job?

#other's writing #'goddamn florida' kdsgahsg #also that is. certainly a name for a dog lol

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Rewrite tag

Thanks @mk-writes-stuff here and @somethingclevermahogony here!

MK's line: [+ provided picrew]

“Lord Narcissus,” she said with a curtsy as she got close to him. “You’re looking lovely tonight.”

It wasn’t even a lie. He did look lovely. He had an elaborate red flowery hairpiece made out of real flowers, and he was wearing a tight red cocktail dress that, while definitely scandalous, did admittedly draw attention to his figure. Narcissus was a good-looking man – it was a shame that was his only virtue.

My rewrite:

She curtsied as she got close to him, taking the time to think of something to say. "Lord Narcissus," she said, "you look lovely tonight."

What irritated her was that she wasn't lying: he did look lovely. His dark hair was a stark contrast to the red flowery headpiece--which she was certain was real--that accentuated his eyes. His wavy hair framed his face well, and the choker emphasized his long neck. The scandalously tight cocktail dress matched the headpiece, and the fact that it did well for his figure irritated her to no end. It was a shame his looks were his only good virtue--the loveliness of his appearance couldn't help but be tainted by his repulsive personality.

C's line:

The blood dripped into the awaiting bowl and painted its alabaster walls crimson. Narul watched it trickled down his arm, skirting past the hairs, rolling veins, and moles. Despite these twenty years of blood lettings, he could not shake a creeping feeling of unease as his eyes followed its creeping path down his arm. He gazed back at himself from the scarlet pool, he could not meet his own eye, could not stand to look that creature in the face. He turned away.

My rewrite:

Narul watched as the blood dripped into the alabaster bowl. With each drop, the sides became more and more stained with the sickening yet almost satisfyingly familiar crimson. The blood slowly fell down his arms like rain against glass, past his hairs, moles, veins. Twenty years of bloodlettings could not quench his repulsion, but still he could not look away from it. His eyes followed each drop's path, until he accidentally caught his reflection in the carmine pool growing in the bowl. He looked away as quickly as he could, more disgusted at the creature in his face than the blood.

My line: (shaking it up and doing it from SOTL!!!)

Jack scrutinized the castle before him. It stretched up, up, up into the sky--and as they were already in the clouds, Jack didn’t want to know how high the tallest tower was above the ground--how he wouldn’t like to be the poor bloke who was defenestrated from it. The castle was made of some sort of dark stone, giving it the unsettling feel of a haunted house. There was the cobblestone path, yes, but on either side of it, Jack realized that yes, they were still on clouds, though where the castle was, the clouds were dark and gray, and when Jack listened closely enough, he realized that there was a booming irregular pulse of thunder that shook the ground ever-so-slightly, enough to cause the stone beneath his shoes to rattle.

I'll tag @gracehosborn @illarian-rambling @finchwrites @little-peril-stories @i-can-even-burn-salad @televisionjester @thepeculiarbird @willtheweaver @the-stray-storyteller @space-writes @leahnardo-da-veggie @elsie-writes @sleepywriter00 @sleepy-night-child @writingsfromspace @badluck990 + anyone else!

#other's writing #thanks for the tag! #this looks like fun

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The writeblr side of my dash is pretty inactive, so please interact with this post if you're an active writing blog! My main is over at @brw, so that's where follows will be coming from :)

#hello!