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me: yeah I'm pretty close to finishing this fic

the fic:

#writing problems #lmaooooo

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@ my writing friends

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i want to coin a phrase that's the opposite of writer's block. call it the muse's fire hydrant. thirty thousand story ideas are being beamed directly into your brain and if you don't write them all at once you will die.

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15 question OC interview [Fynn edition] 🕑

Tagged by all the lovelies @ghost-town-story @fanged-solace and @willtheweaver -- thanks, guys! I love writing these they're so fun :) Today we're going to interview Fynn!! I'm very excited for this as his character recently got a bit of a behind-the-scenes makeover and has some new backstory. :)

Previously on, in case anyone wants to view, are Antonio's interview, and Paris's.

"We gather here today..." Antonio intones, holding his notepad and lantern as though he is the sole survivor of a doomed expedition in the jungle. "For a bold and momentous occasion."

"Speak for yourself," Paris says, leaning against the wall behind him. "Some of us gather for the entertainment." "Being me," Fynn says dolefully, trying not the clutch the armrests of his chair so tight that he ruins the fabric.

Are you named after anyone?

Not a terrible question to start off with, all things considered. "Yes," Fynn says. "My grandfather. He died when I was only a few years old."

When was the last time you cried? And a terrible second question. Fynn eyeballs Antonio, but he just looks normal. Which is to say, like an utter loon. Behind him, Paris and Velia knock their shoulders together. Only Lewis has some measure of sympathy on his face. Probably because he knows he'll be next before too long. "I don't remember," Fynn lies. He did remember. It had been the night before he'd decided to leave the city. Antonio raises an eyebrow but scribbles the answer down.

Do you have kids? "Booo," Velia says loudly. Antonio twists around in his seat to glare at her. "My older sister has children," Fynn says before either of them can start a fight. "I've only met the oldest two. They are some of my favorite people in the world."

Do you use sarcasm?

Fynn sighs. "Alas yes."

What's the first thing you notice about people? "I don't really," Fynn apologies. He tries not to wilt under the four confused gazes suddenly latched on him. "I'd make a terrible detective." "Not at all?" "Leave him alone, Antonio," Lewis says, and what do you know, Antonio moves on.

What's your eye color? "--I don't know," Fynn says, thrown. When has he ever noticed, or cared? Lewis scurries over and kneels before him. "Gray," he says. "Like steel beams. Or coal smoke." Fynn smiles down at him. Lewis winks.

Scary or happy endings? "I don't like endings," Fynn says honestly.

Any special talents? "No," Fynn says, frowning. "But I've skills. I'm a mechanic by trade, I know my way around an engine and the tools needed to maintain her, and a fair bit of carpentry as well." "And you're good with kids," Velia adds. "That's a skill alright."

Where were you born?

Fynn can't help but grin, thinking of home. "Norway."

What are your hobbies? Fynn frowns. "I'm a working man--" "Oh shut up," Antonio whines. "Live a little, Fynn. You're here with us, aren't you?" "Then you're my hobbies," Fynn says, just to see their faces. They don't disappoint.

Have you any pets? "I can hardly feed myself on a good day," Fynn says, realizing he's calmer now than he expected to be. "Can you imagine a dog trailing after me?" "How about a rat?" Paris suggests unhelpfully. "Since they're already your roommates?" "Or a pigeon?" Velia adds. Fynn rolls his eyes. The two of them, honestly.

What sports do you play/have played? "This is ridiculous," Fynn mutters. "Yes, ridiculous," Paris says, almost like he's been waiting for it. "Quite right, Fynn." Antonio shoots him a look. "I didn't invite you, you insisted on accompanying us. At least get out and leave us be." Paris leans down, grabs the notebook and reads off the next question.

How tall are you? "Fynn," Paris finishes, laughing a little. "Have you a measuring tape in your pocket?" "Yes, actually," Fynn says sheepishly pulling it out. He hands it to Antonio when he sees how large his grin is. Paris throws his hands up. "Might as well actually measure then." "Six foot one inch!" Antonio says triumphantly. "Good lord you're tall."

Favorite subject in school? "I stopped going to school when I came to America to work," Fynn tells them. "I can't say I miss it."

Dream job? "My job now," Fynn says. "With my family nearby and well and a steady paycheck." "And a flamingo," Antonio says promptly. Fynn stares. "Just to spice your plans up a little," Antonio elaborates. "Worry not, I will supply it." "You're going to make me steal from a zoo, aren't you," Velia says grimly. Antonio smiles.

Gentle tags for anyone who made it all the way through that, and also @zmwrites @revenantlore @reneesbooks @saltysupercomputer

@pertinax--loculos @sparrow-orion-writes and @penspiration-writing <3

#tag games #15 questions tag #fynn aaronson #wip: invisible girl

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Out-of-Context Line Tag

Thanks for tagging me, @oh-no-another-idea! :D

Here's an excerpt from Houses Full of Deceit:

Gresham said, "Sorry I can't invite you to dinner. Funghy-Phipps and his friends are re-enacting the Battle of Hastings in the dining room. They were using potatoes to stand in for arrows until they ran out of potatoes."

Open tag! :D

#omgggg what is going onnn #this is so fun #other writer's writing

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Five Lines Tag

Thanks for tagging me @talesofsorrowandofruin!

My lines are: a line with food, a line with temperature, a line with fear, a funny line, and a line with colour.

I'll pass on a line with temperature, a line with fear, a funny line, a line with colour, and a line you're proud of!

I'll tag @tabswrites, @halcionic, @revenantlore, and open tag as always!

A line with food:

Jack caught his eye, his curiosity only grown, and opened the tin with a soft pop. His eyes widened, and he glanced up at Henry. 'Are these raisin?' he asked, taking one of the cookies and biting into it even before Henry could answer. He let out a soft groan, and quickly covered his mouth with a quiet little laugh. 'You tell me,' Henry said warmly.

A line with temperature:

The fairground was bright and busy, despite it being a Monday. The air was crisp and cold, as was to be expected from December, but a huge bonfire commanded the middle of the grounds, perhaps five or six feet high and blazing brightly, its sparks reaching high into the air. Tired looking parents sat on benches and logs under its warmth, talking together over steaming paper cups while their children hurried to and fro. All were bundled up in thick jackets and cloaks.

A line with fear:

Mack led them on in a silent procession. George kept his forearm across his mouth to shield his lungs from the smoke. Henry's eyes had begun to water, fear driving his heart against his chest with the savagery of a bosun's drum.

A funny line:

Jack yawned and rolled lazily onto his back, where he stopped, blinking back at Henry. Then he groaned and closed his eyes. 'S'too early for you to look like that,' he mumbled. 'S'not fair.'

A line with colour:

Ben looked positively grey. Deep shadows cut beneath his heavy eyes, and his narrow face was pale and drawn. He stood with a slouch, as if even carrying himself was too much of a burden.

Taglist (let me know if you want to be added or removed!): @inkspellangel, @oh-no-another-idea, @cee-grice, @owlsandwich, @bodoramzap

#this is such a fun game i've never seen it before :) #the first one is so sweet #even though i personally am not a raisin fan #jack can have all of mine #fairground bonfire is so fun #oh dear poor ben #other writer's writing

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ROY G BIV tag game

Thank you @oh-no-another-idea for the tag! <3

Rules: Search your WIP for the colours of the rainbow and post the excerpt

Soft tagging: @megarywrites @blue-kyber @emelkae @romances-not-tragedies @theprissythumbelina and OPEN TAG should anyone wish to join in ^^

Will be taking them from 3 of my WIPs: Home, And They Were Roommates (ATWR), and The Revenged (TR).

Red (Home)

“Is he going to survive?” She asked again. She stared at him, her large hazel eyes boring hopefully into his. Ka’il wasn’t an expert on humans but he felt she couldn’t have been much older than Miriel. “If he lives through the night and we can keep infection away, probably.” Determination entered her eyes. The same look Miriel got when she wanted to help, wanted to do tell the world she would do what seemed impossible. “Then he will make it through the night.” Ka’il smiled at her. His first smile since before Laitae broke into his world. “Anyone would with you near, little one.” He couldn’t resist ruffling her wild red-blonde hair. She glared at him and smoothed out her hair. “I’m twelve,” She pointed out. “Oh, practically an adult. No wonder you were a good apprentice.” Ka’il said, half-jokingly. The girl beamed at him.

Orange & Yellow (TR)

“My father had her built just last year after our last ship became too damaged to float. The plan is that after this trip is over, she will be mine.” Nahuel looked at the ship with pride. A pride Shuntala felt was deserved as she took in the frigate in front of them. Natural medium wood shone through a thick coating that protected it from the dangers of the sea, a swirling line of orange and pink painted flowers decorated the top of the hull and curled around bright yellow lettering that gleamed on her aft. The Rising Sun’s rays danced and reached for the flowers circling them.

Green Emerald (TR)

She moved her attention from the fingers lightly touching her wrist to his emerald eyes. She relaxed a little. “Now,” he muttered to himself as he pocketed the salve. Shuntala looked back at her arm as he slowly unwrapped it. Stitches lined her cut. An angry redness partly ringed it. She flinched as he gingerly touched it. “Sorry,” He said. “I’ll have to talk Saavin into coming back.” Shuntala looked back at his eyes as he concentrated on re-wrapping her arm then looked to his ears. What she realized should have been elongated was cut off, thick scars marking the end.

Blue (ATWR)

Once again Takashti found himself in the girls’ room. It hadn’t been his prerogative but resisting a fresh changed Jayme— now wearing pastel blue and sequined sandals— was like flying a kite in a hurricane. Not even Nim said anything as she rolled her eyes as he was dragged into their domain. “You’ve been acting strange, Jayme.” Nim suddenly said as they watched Cris yeet some large and rather ugly character off the stage. “Sheik remains undefeated!” Cris cried out as she held her hands up. “Which one of you losers want to try their hand?” “I’m not acting strangely,” Jayme replied. He grinned at Nim. “Jayme is acting like Jayme. It’s Takashti’s turn!”

Indigo Cobalt (TR)

Shuntala sipped on the water and examined the sword. The rich, cobalt blue hilt looked more like it belonged to an aristocrat than a pirate. Then, perhaps, this Wulf had murdered the Lord or Duke who had commissioned it? She sat the half-empty cup down and picked up the sword. She unsheathed it part way and turned it, eyes wide as she watched the blade catch the light. Nahuel had basic sword knowledge, so she hadn’t been taught much but she could tell that it was taken care of. She noticed some letters hidden just below the hilt. She squinted, making them out. HRH AW? She stared at the letters, eyebrows creased. Was that a maker? A title?

Violet (ATWR)

Takashti was nearly ready for sleep by the time Jayme came in and crashed half onto his bed, face buried in his violet comforter. “Rough day?” Takashti asked as he tossed his laundry into the light green basket by the bathroom door. Jayme moaned. “Did you get her highness settled down?” Jayme moaned again. “Did you tell her about your brother?” Jayme turned his head so he could look at Takashti. “It wasn’t the right time.” Takashti rolled his eyes. “If we all waited for the right time to share bad news we’d still be waiting for an official statement on The Titanic.”

#love the ship description. how lovely #other writer's writing

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Six Sentence Sunday

Lol what is time?

@kaylinalexanderbooks tagged me for this!

I'll be tagging @runeseaks, @oh-no-another-idea, @kae-luna, @sam-glade, and @sithbelle (no pressure!)

Six sentences from Heist!

“How are you feeling this morning?” Mama Cass asked. Lelia paused, never entirely sure how to answer that question. Something always hurt, and if she thought about it, she could always find another thing that was uncomfortable. The way her left shoulder was hurting had her thinking she’d need to check if one of her ribs had subluxed. Mama Cass seemed to sense her consternation. “Well, food rarely hurts,” she said, saving Lelia from answering with anything definitive.

#a cass! <3 #and she's clever too. food rarely hurts :) #other writer's writing #thanks for the tag!

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Last Line Tag

I was tagged by @oh-no-another-idea some time ago! Thank you :D

This is also from the mummies & murder wip, with a couple lines before it for context:

I set the skull down in front of them, so all of us could talk together. The quintet’s voices greeted me, blowing over me like a warm dead breath. Young priestess.

I'm tagging @loopyhoopywrites, @lesleymoonwriter, @coarsely, @bigwipscholar, @dyrewrites and/or anyone else who wants to share a line! Tag me in it!

#wow this is some neat imagery! #hope your surgery goes well and you're back to writing as soon as possible! #other writer's writing

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Find the Word Tag

@loopyhoopywrites tagged me a while ago! Thank you :D

My words were smile, slip and song. From that short story about mummies and a murder:

Smile

What Wenuray asked of me twisted my heart, though his words—for a moment—were enough to convince me. Praise often does that. I even smiled at him before I left.

Slip: none.

Song -> Sang

Nothing but us and the butterflies, messengers of death, approached the caves. From the start, this had been a sacred hollow waiting to be filled, and so we filled it, bringing in our wise dead, whose bones sang.

I'm tagging @bluberimufim, @ace-malarky, @rainbow-colored-writer, @kaylinalexanderbooks and @oh-no-another-idea --and/or anyone who wants to do this! Your words are sweet, poke, hood and line.

#messengers of death and bones that sing #that's so pretty #thanks for the tag! #other writer's writing

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this is lowkey weird that I'm all three at once

#hoarder over here #writing problems

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Sometimes it's useful to look at your dialogue and ask yourself, "would a real human being talk like that?" But it's also good to ask the follow-up questions of "would the way a real human being talks sound good here" and "does this character actually talk like a real human being or are they weird about it."

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any tips 4 art

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers ❤️

Thanks for stopping in, anon!

my huge bag of jolly rancher candies

the sunshine and birdsong in my backyard

a bowl of good food and a story to read

my sisters

spring!

#asks #anonymous

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ouch

#this is incredibly drawn dear LAWD #i am flipping between being sad and then amazed by the armor plates #art

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POST DIVIDERS | the sea.

( requested by -> Anon )

not gonna lie, I’m actually really quite happy with how this turned out HAHAHAH. i added versions where it’s sand and sea or just the sea (my fave is the turquoise version). as always, they all work on light and dark mode ! i hope you guys like it !

feel free to use; please like, reblog, and credit〜

support me through ko-fi | more dividers →

#these are so pretty #dividers

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the garbage truck outside my house is making occasional sounds not unlike a whale. (i have had another writing idea)

#cass rambles