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nocturnalazure · 5 months
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Random WIP line
Tagged by @bool-prop, thank you!
Share a random line of text from your current WIP or a line or two of dialogue from one of your characters. Do not give any explanation or context, and see what your followers think. Then, tag a few friends to keep the randomness going!
I've been tagged before but had to decline because I had no WIP so to speak. But I've got the beginning of something now! So consider this as an early preview because my dialogues are best read in a flow of conversation and not exactly captivating out of context. Also, I consider my text inseparable from the image, so here you are:
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Not tagging anyone because I feel like this tag has been going round for a while, but feel free to do it if you have something to share!
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goldoradove · 2 months
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random line wip 🌹
???:  Then hand me my dream on a silver platter.  Give me a successful career, a fancy house, and a healthy brother.  Give it to me right here, right now, and I’ll stay. ???:  You know I can’t— ???:  Then I’ll be damned if you stand in the way of my happiness.
tagged by @natolesims forever-and-a-half ago! this is an open tag, so go ham ;)
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ir0n-angel · 1 year
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He couldn't recall ever hearing that name, but somehow… somehow she looked familiar.
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crackinglamb · 1 year
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(Of course, I would ask, too. *bonk bonk* 😘)
for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing
He followed in her wake, each jaunty step fracturing her further until a brittle caricature of his friend stood beside him, accepting the duel with the leader of the Qunari right there in the Viscount's mansion.
*bonk bonk* 😘
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candyje11yfish · 5 months
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err what da scallop!!!
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cranberrysoap · 3 months
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headshot sketch i liked
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wikiangela · 7 months
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wip snippet game
Tagged by @wildlife4life @lover-of-mine @loserdiaz @housewifebuck @theotherluciferr @spotsandsocks @disasterbuckdiaz @cowboy-buddie @jeeyuns @ladydorian05 thank you all soooo much 💖💖💖
Share a random line of text from your current WIP or a part of dialogue from one of your characters. Do not give any explanation or context, and see what your followers think. Then, tag a few friends to keep the randomness going!
“Hey, my little man.” Eddie whispers, kneeling to wrap his son in his arms, hiding his face in his curls, breathing him in, and for the first time today it doesn't feel like his chest is constricting with every breath. “Sorry I’m late.”
no pressure tags: @diazass @elvensorceress @gayarthur @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @alyxmastershipper @transbuck @jesuisici33 @diazblunt @911onabc @eddiediaztho @thewolvesof1998 @honestlydarkprincess @fortheloveofbuddie @gayhoediaz @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @forthewolves @eowon @monsterrae1 @hippolotamus @giddyupbuck
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wildlife4life · 8 months
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🚧 WIP snippet game 🚧
Tagged by @exhuastedpigeon
Share a random line of text from your current WIP or a part of dialogue from one of your characters. Do not give any explanation or context, and see what your followers think. Then, tag a few friends to keep the randomness going!
He did not need the image of Buck jerking himself off to the thought of Eddie.  Not when he wasn’t alone, at work, and far from a place where he could do the same.
Tagging (no pressure): @alyxmastershipper @thewolvesof1998 @forthewolves @wikiangela @loserdiaz. @disasterbuckdiaz @giddyupbuck @hippolotamus @fortheloveofbuddie @try-set-me-on-fire @jeeyuns @spotsandsocks @spaceprincessem @lover-of-mine @watchyourbuck @devirnis @theotherluciferr @rogerzsteven @ladydorian05 @eowon @911onabc @911-on-abc @cowboydiazes @cowboy-buddie @cowboy-buck @buck-coded @housewifebuck @bekkachaos @brokenribsdiaz @glorious-spoon @elvensorceress @bigfootsmom @transbuck @honestlydarkprincess @eddiediaztho @buddierights @athenagranted @rainbow-nerdss
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caffeinatedrogue · 7 months
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me, after weeks of drawing for like a bazillion hours a day : ok. draw something personal. treat yourself. time to relax
the "relax":
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ok this piece is gonna be cool af but WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME
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superliz6 · 2 months
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Toph jabbed Kazuo in the ribs with her elbow, announcing Lin’s arrival, “Be cool, it’s the cops.”
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caterpillarinacave · 2 months
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I love Charlotte and Henry and they're super underrated. And I would VERY MUCH like to hear the headcanons whirring about in your brain.
Oh well buckle up cause literally all I think about is head cannons. Like, you know how cells replace themselves every few years? Mine have replaced themselves with head cannons. *Sorry it took me a hot moment to answer this ask, I was busy howling into my pillow whenever I tried to articulate thoughts.*
First of all, they’re very cuddly. They basically sleep on top of each other (Charlotte hasn’t needed a pillow in decades). Henry cant sleep well without Charlotte in his arms and Charlotte can’t sleep well anywhere other than Henry’s arms so it works out. Plus, they both do that thing where they jerk awake like the world is ending and scare the shit out of each other, so sleeping in a hug that basically pins them both down saves some energy at 2am. Henry’s perpetually cold and sleeps under like, four blankets, so Charlotte just wears summer nightgowns all year and wraps herself around Henry like a koala.
Naturally there’s an angsty side to the incessant cuddling because that’s just the way I role.
Charlotte sleeps with her head on Henry’s chest so she can always feel him breathing because, by the angel, she remembers when he wasn’t. She sleeps with a hand on his pulse point because she wakes up in the middle of the night and she’s still half asleep they might as well be on the floor in that mountain and she might as well still be desperately swearing she didn’t imagine his heartbeat.
While on the topic of soul crushing feelings of guilt, y’all remember from Clockwork Angel that Henry was the one who told Mortmain what a Pyxis was? And he wanted Charlotte to tell the clave that and she wouldn’t because “they already treat him so badly”? Because I do. And so does Henry.
(I’ve got a whole WIP that I love very dearly about this head cannon and this chess game hehe) There’s one random old tutor who goes to the London institute once a month-ish, basically to hand out a few weeks of homework to any shadow hunters who don’t have their own tutors. Most shadow hunters who live in a more rural area show up a few times a year so the clave knows they’re alive and at least somewhat literate. Charlotte attends them every month since, you know, she lives there, but Henry lives somewhere around Yorkshire so he shows up every few months. The professor is kind of a dick ngl. He doesn’t help Charlotte with any school why would a woman need to be so well educated? “Go on find a husband and stop worrying you’re pretty little head” sort of shit. Henry drives him insane because he’s a) some random kid who’s smarter than him and b) didn’t use any of the professors materials to get that smart. Professor Douche is constantly trying to get him to be wrong about something, or at least flustered about something and he doesnt ever do either of those things, and even more aggravating he refuses to get upset. (He honestly just assumed the professor wasn’t that smart.)
Charlotte’s a really good student of course, but she’s having a shit time with some mathematics and the professor absolutely refuses to help her with it. Eventually she asks Henry if he wouldn’t mind helping her with it, which he’s happy to do (once he figures out that’s what shes actually asking lol.)
Charlotte is incredibly distracted the entire time by Henry’s freckles (and eyes. And hands. And the way his hair curls on the nape of his neck. And the spots of gold and green in his hazel eyes that flashed as bright as the sun when the light catches them. And-), but they get through it in an hour or two which leaves them alone in a deserted wing of the institute. They end up playing a game chess. Charlottes a decent player and thought since Henry had never showed any interest in chess it would be a probably be an evenly matched game. She didn’t know what hit her. He beat her in like, eight minutes, eighty percent of which were spent on the last two moves by Charlotte who, upon realizing she was fucked, spent five minutes staring at the board trying to figure out when he even started beating her. She was sitting there having a whole crisis, (she’d been distracted by a man who probably doesn’t like her, and certainly doesn’t think much of her now after a pathetic loss like that and now she’ll have to sit hear and wallow in failure-) just preparing for him to start that whole smug gloating thing men do when they win and Henry you know. Didn’t. He just put the pieces away and thanked her for the game, in that very genuine way, with the gloomy London evening light casting a depressing shadow across the room, a shadow that he stood out against all gentle, kind, bright and brimming with a sort of barely contained passion. If Charlotte had ever doubted that shadow hunters had come from straight angels then sitting there, looking at a boy stained in soot, who she loved more than anything else to walk the earth, she would never doubt it again.
(It wasn’t until after Henry won and noticed Charlotte hadn’t said anything in a while that he remember people don’t like losing. Honestly he was playing just to be around her and he would have thrown the game if he could conceptualize how to do that on the fly. They spent like five minutes in autistic silence waiting for the other to stand up and declare newfound hatred.)
In true British fashion the a modern tea bag would kill them both.
When they were both 13 or 14 Charlotte mentioned she was dreading winter because it’s so bleak and dark (and her mom had died a few winters before, though she didn’t drop that in casual conversation). Anyways, come winter Henry brought her a marigold preserved in something like resin. She kept it in her jewelry box for years and after they got married she found out he had literally dozens of them. Whenever he came across a particularly bright flower he preserved it and set it aside. He was never quite brave enough to give them to her pre-TID, but he now leaves them for her when she’s particularly sad or stressed. She keeps them all in a drawer- they fit together like little tiles, and still look as fresh as they would had they just been plucked from the ground.
Somewhat surprisingly Henry doesn’t really lose stuff, with the singular exception being his own medical equipment. He’s lost the leg braces he wears every single day of his life before. Charlotte’s not usually speechless but she wasn’t sure what to say to that one.
Henry gave Charlotte a watch with a hands and numbers that can glow the same way a modern day one would. It’s absolutely beautiful, durable and accurate, even if Henry set himself on fire at least four times making it. (They can say with confidence that that watch is fireproof)
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Honestly, I could go on and on, then on some more, but technically I’m supposed to be writing a paper on gut micro biomes that’s due tomorrow, so I figured I’d cut myself of. In conclusion, I love them dearly, they love each-other dearly, they deserve the world, all I can think about is them, and the world can pry them out of my cold dead hands.
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nocturnalazure · 7 months
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Random Line WIP
Share a random line of text from your current WIP or a line or two of dialogue from one of your characters. Do not give any explanation or context, and see what your followers think. Then, tag a few friends to keep the randomness going.
"Bye, love."
Tagging @kimmiessimmies, @bool-prop, @wannabecatwriter, @greenplumbboblover, @gaiahypothesims and @unsimspirational
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lover-of-mine · 8 months
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🚧 WIP snippet game 🚧
I was tagged by @wildlife4life thank you 🩷
Share a random line of text from your current WIP or a part of dialogue from one of your characters. Do not give any explanation or context, and see what your followers think. Then, tag a few friends to keep the randomness going!
"You got buried alive and gave me your kid, then you got shot in front of me and I get to pull the plug on you, so what do I get now, huh? How the fuck are you showing me that you think I'm just fine with the idea of you being gone this time?"
Tagging (no pressure 🩷): @alyxmastershipper @cowboy-buck @bucks118 @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela @giddyupbuck @try-set-me-on-fire @honestlydarkprincess @housewifebuck
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ir0n-angel · 1 year
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There was none of that light she always had no matter what was thrown at her. Those hands weren't open and beckoning.
They were claws as they grabbed my shirt collar and jerked me off balance.
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mosneakers · 5 months
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random line WIP
Thank you @pixel-bloom for tagging me in this! So sorry it's taken me so long to get around to posting😪 (was trying to find the perfect soul crushing moment lol)
◉:We know what aliens could do to a person's memory, and they've been known to shapeshift... You trust them? ☀: ...Well, yeah. Tycho's my best friend; he would never... He's one of us... right?
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stiltonbasket · 29 days
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can we send you asks about a wife by any other name/svsss in general 👀
PLEASE do 👀👀👀👀
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