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i literally cannot stop. will reblog with the link once i’m done.
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OC Questions Tag
Thanks to @romances-not-tragedies for the tag! I'm gonna go with Zadkiel from my Immortal Coil project, he doesn't get nearly enough love
5 words to physically describe your OC:
Tall (to point of alarm), tan, scarred, awkward, long
Who inspired your OC?:
Literally I mashed together the personality of two of my closest friends at the time and dialed it up to 111. He's intended to give off the vibe that he's so overwhelmingly dramatic and silly that any of the intimidation from his height is forgotten, as well as so loud and extra that ignoring him is a challenge.
Give me a song to define your OC:
A Queda by Gloria Groove? I discovered it by accident but it really does display the right amount of attention seeking and self deprecatory behaviour and suits him remarkably.
If I met your OC on the street, how would they greet me?:
He would mistake me for his friend Arty (long story) and probably ask who's with the dog back home.
(No one is. Everyone thought they settled it with someone else)
Can your OC be your best friend? Why?:
Absolutely. He's so much to deal with but he's really ride or die in the end and I know he'd be there for me.
1 adjective and 1 noun to describe your OC:
Theatrical slag
Tagging; @afusiek @mitchell-nihil @owlsandwich @skyderman and feel free to consider this an open tag!
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thank you for the tag @whatwewrotepodcast !
my words: know, despair, look, grab
know:
"You know you don't have to babysit me, right?" I raise an eyebrow in his direction.
despair: sadly I didn't find this word in my WIP!
look:
"You don't know anything!" I say, exasperated even though everything he said is true.
He gives me a look that lets me know he knows I'm full of shit.
"Well, now what am I supposed to do?! She thinks we were on a date! What should I tell her?"
grab:
Without thinking, I grab the collar of his shirt and yank him into the room, closing the door behind him so it's less likely for anyone — especially Bri — to walk by and hear.
your words: babysit, exasperated, dollhouse, kiss
tagging @kay-m-sinc @squarebracket-trickster @wait-a-minute-lassie @themaidenofwords + an open tag if you'd like to join <3
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Thank you @bookish-karina for the tag!
I will be doing this in my writing blog (I mean, hey! Why not!)
My words are: babysit, exasperated, dollhouse, kiss
Babysit
Exasperated
“Ay naku, if you will forgive her…impudence, Attorney,” she said, sounding exasperated at the younger woman but also a little forgiving. “She was not always that way, from what I have heard. But since that scandal…she was behaving without regard to what those matrons had been gossiping behind her back.”
Dollhouse
Kiss
He gave her a quick kiss on the lips, which she returned with her own, before he stepped out of the gate and drove on his way back to his home to tell this to his mother and sister, not able to wipe the small, whimsical smile on his lips.
Soft-tagging: @kaylinalexanderbooks, @radiowrites, @chauceryfairytales, and an open tag for those who want to participate.
Happy writing!
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OC Questions Tag
Thank you, @thewriteflame for the tag!
Let us focus on the OC of my Perfect 'Verse, Miguel Chua y Hizon:
5 words to physically describe your OC:
Tan-skinned, dark-eyed, medium-height, smirking, and snarky.
Who inspired your OC?:
I do not have a singular source of inspiration for my OC, but he is the product of the questions in my mind like how would Jo Gar and Sadi Ratan would deal with someone with a victim-slash-survivor of Filipino and Chinese heritage (he is a Chinese mestizo, BTW). Someone who would rather gouge his eyes than deal with the likes of them for various reasons. Someone who defies the two men's way of thinking of his kind, someone who does not let them bully him.
Give me a song to define your OC:
Cassandra by Taylor Swift, which expresses his fears of not being believed by many (especially by Jo Gar and Sadi Ratan) and paying the ultimate price for trying to expose the truth about a family that actually committed crimes.
If I met your OC on the street, how would they greet me?:
If I bump with him on the street, he would be freaking out and go apologetic about me being hurt, like "Oh no! I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" But he would be gentlemanly with me throughout our interactions and ensure that I am safe if I decide to leave.
Can your OC be your best friend? Why?:
If he is in the current state he is in the 'Verse, it is going to be difficult to get through his armor of sarcasm. But if he lets you in, you will see that underneath all the layers of snark, you will see that he cares about his family and friends, he has fears and insecurities, and that he does his best to keep himself above water. He is a sweet, smart, loyal guy bogged down by his personal baggage (and his secret mission) but tries not to show it to others due to his upbringing, training, and circumstances. Given the circumstances, it may take time, but yes, I can be besties with Miguel because I see his struggles and I go through such as well and we love to roast the two guys (because why the hell not? The feeling is mutual!)
1 adjective and 1 noun to describe your OC:
Mistrustful survivor
Soft-tagging: @avoidingcertaindoom, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @winterandwords, @laplumedemaureen, but this is also an open tag for those who want to participate in the game.
Happy Writing!
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🌫 Fog - What was the hardest part of your WIP to write?
🌫️ fog - what was the hardest part of your WIP to write?
hmmm... I'd say the hardest part of my WIP to write is the beginning. sadly, I'm a perfectionist and always get hung up on the opening lines. I've probably rewritten the prologue and first chapter *checks notes* 10 times. anxiety gets the best part of me and I think I've finally quieted it enough to stop editing the first draft <3
find the prompt list here :)
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WIP Weather Ask Game
Inspired by the random thunderstorm that just popped up out of nowhere. Enjoy.
💧Rain - What's the most emotional scene you've ever written?
❄️ Snow - Who is your coldest / most stoic character and how do they express themselves (if at all)?
🌨 Sleet - What's the most you've ever written in one sitting?
☀️ Sun - What's your favorite part of your WIP?
🌫 Fog - What was the hardest part of your WIP to write?
🌬 Wind - What was the easiest part of your WIP to write?
🌪 Tornado - Who is your most impulsive character and why?
🔥 Wildfire - Who is your most emotional character and why?
🌌 Clear Skies - How long have you been writing your current WIP?
☁️ Cloudy - What inspired you to start writing your WIP? (or in general)
⚡️Lightning - Have you ever spontaneously added something to your story that you wouldn't have added normally? If so, what made you do it?
🪹 Drought - What do you do to help with Writer's Block?
💦 Flood - How many WIPs do you have?
🏝 Hurricane - Do you often stick to one WIP and finish it, then move on, or do you bounce between WIPs?
🪨 Landslide - Which WIP has the most worldbuilding?
⛰ Earthquake - Which WIP has the least worldbuilding?
🌊 Tsunami - When and where do you like to write?
🌋 Volcanic Eruption - What's your biggest flaw as a writer?
🌈 Rainbow - What do you think makes your story unique / stand out?
🌙 Eclipse - What's the most common / reoccurring theme of your WIP(s)?
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Heads up seven up
Thanks to @romances-not-tragedies for the tag!
These lines (I know there are eight, but shh) are from Spin Cylinder (Noah's POV)...
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“When we used to sit on the roof of my office, I imagined you pulling us both over the edge. I saw it in my head. I felt like it was happening.” My veins turn to ice. For all the times we’ve tempted fate and blood and oxygen, for all the times you didn’t want me to stop and I almost didn’t, hearing you say that twists a knife in my gut. “Fuck, Brett, where did that come from?” You shrug like you aren’t casually talking about a potential murder-suicide. “Something I saw on a TV show, maybe.”
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Tagging @revenantlore, @thegreatobsesso and @sarandipitywrites if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in 💙
Reblogs, replies etc on my tag posts are always welcome, but if you're doing this tag yourself, please make your own post instead of using mine to start a reblog chain.
Easter egg under the cut ⬇️
It was something he saw on a TV show and the TV show was Hannibal. If you've watched the end of season three, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
That line in Spin Cylinder is a direct reference to this part of November Breaks (Brett's POV)...
It might have been something I saw in a TV show, some vaguely dissatisfying but optimistically inconclusive ending that never showed the lovers hitting the ground. It doesn’t matter. It’s a metaphor.
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Head's Up Seven Up
thank you @romances-not-tragedies for the tag :)
rules: post a random snippet of your current WIP.
I tried to find the most spoiler free snippet haha
Walking downtown with Jace became a normal thing whenever we had a day off. It seemed like no matter how much energy he expended the night before on stage, he was up and ready to go usually by nine in the morning. I'd admire him for his stamina if it didn't mean waking me up early and then walking all damn day. It may be enjoyable while it's happening, but damn do I hurt the next day.
No amount of time on tour will change the fact that I’m so out of shape it’s not funny.
Which leads us to the reason why I’m struggling not to sound like I’m dying at the sheer amount of stairs he has me climbing right now.
“How can you be this energetic?” I pant, three steps behind. I can tell he’s trying not to leave me behind, which only adds to my embarrassment.
He turns to meet my eyes, a sheepish grin on his face. “I think the better question is, how are you not? We’re in New York City, baby! I perform at Madison Square tomorrow!”
No matter how tired I am, I can’t help but smile at the pure excitement coating his voice.
“Yeah, I guess that is pretty awesome.”
“Awesome? It’s amazing.” The sheer amount of joy in his laugh makes me want to bottle it up to save for a rainy day. He’s so happy it warms my insides and I can’t help but want to one day make him laugh like that.
I don’t realize I’ve stopped until he walks the few steps down to me and says, “we can sit for a while.”
“You sure? If you want to keep moving we can,” I wipe away the sweat coating my temple.
“Nah, we don’t have to be anywhere any time soon.” He plops down on the step.
I join him, involuntarily groaning as my legs give out. “I feel like I just ran a marathon.”
I lean my head against his right shoulder and he moves closer, wrapping an arm around my back. A comfortable silence settles over us as we sit on the concrete steps, watching people walk by in either direction, not paying us any mind. Everybody’s in their own world here.
Jace seems content to not say anything, so I don’t risk breaking the moment. His thumb rubs idle circles against the side of my leg and I can’t help but feel like I could stay like this forever. Everything feels so natural between us.
I'm tagging: @katwritesshit @kbwritesstuff @taranorma @fortunatetragedy + an open tag for those that wanna play :)
happy writing!
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Reblog to let your followers know that despite your current obsession your previous obsessions still exist and are simply lying dormant until they awaken and strike again
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Heads Up Seven Up
Thank you @thewriteflame for the tag!
May I present thee another excerpt from my (still in progress) Jo Gar fanfic for the Perfect 'Verse:
“We have gotten ourselves a work, it seems,” Jo only responded as he draped the soiled coat on a coat rack while the young man removed his necktie and placed it beside him. “At least, it is what we have gotten ourselves into.” “Trouble, Señor Gar, that’s what we’ve gotten ourselves into,” Lieutenant Ratan fired back while Chua was unbuttoning his shirt. “This man is trouble personified.” “Thanks for the compliment, Sadi Satan,” he heard Miguel Chua mutter, wincing as he shrugged his shirt and leaving him with just the undershirt while ignoring the way the lieutenant reared back in shock. Then he stared at the lieutenant and breezily said, “Oh don’t worry, my family also thinks I am trouble, so you’re not the only one who thinks so.” Jo watched Lieutenant Ratan still in shocked daze as he took the shirt and hung it on the coat rack.
Tagging @winterandwords, @radiowrites, @bookish-karina, and @chauceryfairytales. This is also an open tag for those who want to participate in the tag game.
Happy writing!
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Last Line Tag Game
Thank you @romances-not-tragedies for the tag! It has been a word drought for me lately but I finally got some good writing in today.
Here is a bit from my newest WIP, The Taste of Thyme. I have to post these two paragraphs for the context. I'll be posting more of this scene in another tag game post after this if you want even more context.
“My little Kenai!” I bent down and he jumped to my shoulders, his purring and little mrrs disrupted by what I called Kenai’s welcome home grooming session. “Missed you too, buddy,” I managed a kiss to his side. I grinned at Nattie. “My main contribution,” I said, pointing to the cat clinging to my head and shoulders. I flinched as some of his claws dug into part of my shoulder. “Oh, brother,” Nattie huffed, her smile evident as she turned back to the sizzling pan and Kaye laughed. “Why don’t you go clean up, dinner should be ready soon enough.”
Tagging: @oh-no-another-idea @pinespittinink @theunboundwriter @thethistlegirl and OPEN TAG
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Reblog if you love AO3 and appreciate their volunteers who are working harder than God, fighting battle after battle, making sure the place that is a safe space for every fandom is staying up and running for all of us
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ROYGBIV tag
Thanks to @romances-not-tragedies and @willtheweaver for the tags!
📝 Search your WIP for the colours of the rainbow and post the excerpt.
These are from Spin Cylinder...
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RED (Noah's POV)
You, looking at me with eyes like fire and that smile, all threat and seduction. Jeans hanging low on your hips. The sculpture of your collarbones and the vibrant red drenching your shoulder and chest.
ORANGE (Brett's POV)
The streetlights don’t reach as far as where we’re standing, so there’s only a dim wash of orange around us and you’re a shadow among many, quiet in a way that transcends focus.
YELLOW
Not a single yellow anywhere in the entire WIP!
GREEN (Noah's POV)
And we drink as the clouds relinquish their burdens and curtains of rain blur the world outside into smudges and shadows of green and grey.
BLUE (Noah's POV)
The colours around us are eclipsed by the vibrant blue of the sky and the water in the pool with electric white sunlight skating across the ripples.
INDIGO VIOLET PURPLE (Brett's POV and yes, I cheated, shut up)
The first joint becomes the second becomes the third and my eyes are closing themselves, so I let go and lie back, falling into the swirling purple galaxy in my head that carries the pattern at the centre of everything.
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Tagging @calicohyde, @cheerfulmelancholies and @cherrybombfangirlwrites if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in 💙
Reblogs, replies etc on my tag posts are always welcome, but if you're doing this tag yourself, please make your own post instead of using mine to start a reblog chain.
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not including “directly into ao3 text editor” because i think you need help and i refuse to enable your sick and twisted lifestyle
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youtube
Miguel Alberto Chua y Hizon when told that he might have instigated an affair between two people because he had annoyed them to the point that they were venting their frustrations in each other's arms
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Last Line Tag
tagged by @romances-not-tragedies (ages ago), thank u sm :)
He crawled on the ground as fast as he could, reaching the cover of the trees. He kept crawling until the ground shook with the weight of the Beasts falling down. Exhaling, Hames looked back up, but the man was gone.
tagging : @poethill @squarebracket-trickster @buffythevampirelover @talesofsorrowandofruin and as always, anyone who sees this and is willing to share :)
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