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[akiwitch]

character voice tag game

Rules: Rewrite the line of dialogue from the person who tagged you into the voice of your OC’s! (You can include a short beat of action to help establish character if you want.) Pass on the tag with a new line of dialogue.

Thank you for the tag, @sentfromwolves this is so fun! I am going to use some of the Ghost Punch cast. My prompt is "you betrayed me". I'm taking this very seriously.

Shay

"Wow. Just wow. I...I thought we were friends," Shay said, voice shaking slightly. "I thought I was someone special to you. That I could trust you. But in the end, you betrayed me. You stabbed me right in the back." Max sighed, heavily. "I'm sorry I ate the last piece of pizza."

Max

"You could say our friendship levels are...to the max." Shay gave them finger guns. Max didn't even look at her, sipping their coffee. "Not after that betrayal."

Duncan

"I can't believe you've done this." Duncan pressed a hand to his chest. "I thought we were siblings. More than that, I thought we were friends. I cannot believe you betrayed me." "Get good, loser." Shay started the next round of Mario Kart.

Finnias

Finnias made a soft noise, like an injured animal, bringing a hand up to his chest, right over the place where his heart used to be. "You did this. You betrayed me."

heyyyy are we all having fun now?

I'll tag: @faeriecinna @veneritia @saphoblin @mauvelilywilliams @koala2all aaaand anyone else who wants to do it!

Your prompt is: please don't go

#character voice tag game #aki writes #writebler #ghost punch #gonna try and catch up on tag games lemme know if you wanna be tagged

[meerawrites]

Merry Nanowrimo!

Fun Fact About me: amateur historian and archivist!

WIP Title: liaisons x vampires.

Genre: historical gothic horror, bisexual, romance if you squint hard enough.

Audience: adult (Anne Rice fans).

Type: Stand alone.

Status: drafting ~ wip.

Pitch: Les Liaisons dangereuses (English: Dangerous connections or dangerous liaisons) meets Anne Rice, everyone’s bi and varying degrees of unreliable. A send up of capitalism, absolute power, patriarchy, abuse & more. See more.

Nano Goal: aspiring: 1,160. Generally: higher than my source material.

Playlist.

Music for writing.

#wip: liaisons x vampires #nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2023 #nano 2023 #writebler #writerblr #writers of tumblr #writing community #writing horror #writing historical fiction #les liaisons dangereuses #dangerous liaisons

[anotherghostcity]

Hey! Nothing new here, but I quickly mentioned some moth/butterfly motif somewhere and i made me look unto older works. Turns out theres two that fits. Obviously it was not only a bit older but it was me trying out translation of my poems. So it was pretty clumsy. I still thought that motif was interesting so I tried to modify the old poems unto a newer version. Its still not exactly how I would write right now but I guess it's an exercise. You can check the older version of WINGLESS and CUTTING WINGS if you're curious I guess.

So, see you next time, Nana.

#poetry #spilled prose #poems #my writing #writebler

[pristinemargaustine]

they say moms use knives to prepare meals. my mom scratch the blades of the knife on the whetstone, so she could cut vegetables and meats easily. she occasionally cuts my dreams and passions thoroughly, too. sometimes minced and crushed before grinding.

my character is made around her, sliced, cooked, and presented according to her preference. mom had knives for food and for me.

By, magi

#writers and poets #literature #writblr #written #writers on tumblr #poetry #english literature #english #writerscommunity #writebler

[the-stray-storyteller]

Me shaking my WIP by the neck: CAN'T YOU WRITE YOURSELF? ARE YOU REALLY THAT FUCKING USELESS? JUST WRITE YOURSELF ALREADY! WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME DO ALL THIS SHIT!

*Starts sobbing in the corner of the room*

#writebler #writer things

[station-aspenville]

Station Aspenville

by Circvs

Prologue

The sun had already begun to set above the field of sunflowers, as the three of  them came to slowly understand the gravity of their situation. They were terrified; anyone would be, any child in particular. Perhaps it was their childlike naivety that kept them going for so long, deluded by their own hopes.

The boy climbed to the rooftop of the radio station, as he had a habit of doing every evening. He looked at the sky and then the field, and then he realized how helpless he actually was. He tried, he really did. He tried everything, until there was nothing left to try. As he watched the sun set his eyes began to tear up. Never before had he felt so miserable, so hopeless. The world he knew was gone, changed, and something new took over its place; something terrifying he could never hope to understand. The only thing he knew was that there’s nothing he could do about it. He tried and then he failed, there’s nothing more to this story.

The boy hid his face in his palms and started crying; it was  the first time he did so since it all began. It was a cry for help. His screams kept getting louder and louder, yet nobody seemed to have heard them. As the boy lamented he slowly came to the realization, there’s nobody there to help him.

Chapter 1.

- Hello… Aspenville - said the voice on the radio. Soft and warm, likely belonging to a young man.

- My name is Alistair - he stuttered. You could feel the fear in his voice, almost like he was trying to hold tears back; I couldn’t blame him.

- I… I don’t even know what I am doing or… or whether anyone can hear me. - Alistair continued - Perhaps I’m just an insane person talking to himself, but I really don’t know what else is there to do.

As Alistair spoke you could hear his voice getting calmer, his thoughts more consistent and the words coming from his mouth more thought through. He was a social person, I could tell, it’s people like this who get their strength from talking to others, even without knowing if said “others” are actually there.

- It’s been two weeks since everything has started… or ended seems like a more appropriate term here. - the boy added after a minute of silence - Both of my parents are dead, last night had been tough and I’m exhausted. For the past two days, it’s been just me and my brother, Neil, against everything else. Life has really been testing my trust lately and I don’t think there’s much of it left, I can’t recall if I ever felt so alone.

Alistair started to break down, his voice began to crack, reasonably so.

- After our house got invaded last night I’ve decided it is no longer safe to stay there. It was hard for me, I was emotional and unsure, nothing at that moment felt real, but I knew that everything was more about Neil than it was about me, so I had to act quickly. It was the only thing I knew. I grabbed my mom’s keys, packed our stuff and today’s morning we left that awful place. I had little to no experience with driving, but I didn’t care; the only thing that mattered to me was Neil’s safety. The radio station was the only place that came to my mind, so that’s where we headed. My mom used to work here back when everything was normal, so that’s why I had the keys. I don’t even know why I thought of this place to begin with, it just… - Alistair paused - seemed less scary than everything else.

I knew what he meant. In moments of distress people tend to crave what they consider familiar. Being surrounded by things we already know well can create the false sense of safety, even if our lives are in danger and we are completely on our own. This description isn’t far from Alistair’s current position. He mentioned his mom working at the radio station and that place seeming less scary because of it, which can only lead to the conclusion that it played an important role in his early life; therefore I can only assume it was the desire for familiarity that led him there. After all, it  was the same desire, which led me into turning on the radio this very evening.

- Umm… it’s probably very selfish and irresponsible of me, but one of the first things, which came first to my mind while trying to pack the most essential stuff before leaving, were my science books. It’s really stupid, but I don't think I could survive without them. My whole life, whenever things got too stressful or out of hand, I just turned to what interests me as a distraction. I guess it’s just the way I am… - he sounded exhausted.

Alistair has just proven my point. We all have our coping mechanisms. Little things that help us get through life, when there’s nobody to guide us or show us any signs of care. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.

- And it was always science. - Alistair went on - I first got into it when I was around nine. My dad, who was a physicist, once brought me a book on quantum physics, written in a simple language for the general public. Being only nine I barely understood half of the words in that book, so my dad had to explain most of it to me. I still enjoyed it a lot. Ever since that day I started assisting him during some of his experiments. Sharing that interest surely helped me form a closer connection with him, but at times it felt like science is the only thing he truly cares about. I couldn’t blame him, I also found science incredibly fascinating. There’s always some kind of indescribable beauty to the idea that everything that happens in our universe, happens for a reason and as humanity, we can look for the reasons, so we can try to explain the world around us. Science is the means of doing so. Even if it can only provide clues and speculation rather than definitive answers, I still couldn’t help but feel intrigued by the idea of trying to understand this world in its fullest, ever since I’ve possessed the ability to think critically. Despite knowing that that is most certainly not the case for now, I still deeply believe that one day we can find out all there is to know about it. Full understanding of the world is truly a magnificent idea, isn’t it?

I had to agree with Alistair. Us humans tend to be particularly curious beings and Alistair seems like no exception. In fact he seems incredibly interested in what surrounds him. This kind of childlike curiosity can turn out extremely dangerous while paired with a more mature mind. Beware of your own intellect, Alistair; it may not have your best interest at heart.

- I can even remember starting my own journal, where I would document all the theories that happened to cross my mind and make at least a bit of sense to my childhood brain. - the boy continued his speech - I was only twelve back then, so not much of what I’ve written was based on any actual research, but I still enjoyed writing it. I named it “The Book of Truth” and… - Alistair paused - it might be a bit embarrassing, but I kept it and took it to the station with me. I haven’t done anything like that since I started middle school, but I think… maybe it would be a good idea to give it a second try right now.

Alistair went quiet for a quick moment.

- It’s just… - he went on - our current situation is pretty uncertain and we still haven't managed to figure out what’s actually going on. I myself have been thinking quite a lot about it and I even came up with some theories. I’m thinking, maybe writing them down as well as getting them out in the form of this broadcast could actually be a good thing. Maybe I can even try to contact some experts and try to help them with their research, after all I have the misfortune of living where it all started. Although, I really doubt they would actually like to listen to anything I have to say; in the end, I’m just some kid in a radio station in the middle of nowhere. I still think it’s worth a try, I really have nothing to lose in this situation and I’ve already found a working mean of communication. Besides, my theories actually serving a purpose is everything I ever wanted.

I found it interesting how, instead of trying to distract himself, Alistair took a course of action which required him to focus on his current situation even more. Most people wouldn’t do that. Even if his courage was admirable, I couldn’t help but feel like he’s not giving us the full picture of why he decided to do so. It all ties back to the familiarity thing from earlier; perhaps Alistair wants to get back to this form of journalising just so he can feel as he did in primary school again. Perhaps he does that so he can feel safe, more than any other reason. I’m not trying to deny his kind intentions. In fact, from what little I got to know Alistair this evening, he seems like an incredibly selfless and generous person. I just find it really hard to believe that anyone would willingly put themselves through so much mental torture just for the sake of research, let alone someone so young. Perhaps his age is the key. Perhaps Alistair is just too young to understand that the pain of knowing too much is one of the worst types of pain a human can experience. 

- I always admired my mom’s radio job. - Alistair suddenly changed the subject - In a town as closed and isolated as Aspenville, our local community radio happened to serve as the most common source of news and information. If it wasn’t for her the town’s people might have been misled on a lot of topics, that’s why she always tried her best to give them only the most legitimate information. She was always so worried about the news given to her by the station's management being nothing more than propaganda with no basis in actual facts, it sometimes even got to the point of paranoia. Despite that, she still loved her job; she loved being able to provide people with news from all around the country and facts from all sorts of fields. I miss my mom…

I knew Alistair’s mom, not personally. She was the voice of Aspenville for as long as I can recall. A bit of a local celebrity, as one might say. Her voice was feminine and just as warm and calming as her son’s. She had an incredibly distinguishable British accent, a hint of which could be heard in Alistair as well. I never got to actually know her, but from what little I did, she seemed like a real sweetheart, and so does her son. Aspenville is the kind of town where everyone knows everyone’s name, they hear all the gossip about their neighbors and rumors spread at an incredible speed, yet it seems impossible to actually get to know anyone. People here always tend to be quite secretive, as well as choose to mind their own business; I can’t say there’s necessarily anything wrong with this kind of approach. 

- I believe that now, more than ever, people need information, the true ones, based in science. Thinking of the current situation is uncomfortable, but much needed; after all if we never try to look into it, we’ll never find out what’s actually going on. I’ll do my best on providing this town with as much news, whether it’s actual research done by experts or just my amateur theories. It’s important to keep in mind that despite how hopeless our situation may seem, I deeply believe that there is a chance of us making it out alive, we just can’t neglect it. Us people are the only ones who can actually make a difference. We can’t miss that chance!

I still couldn’t help, but admire Alistair’s determination as well as his eloquence, yet there was something about his approach which seemed foolish, in a particularly childish way. I couldn’t blame him, Alistair was just a child trying to cope with a difficult situation. He might be foolishly heroic or blindly hopeful, but isn’t it still better than giving up all control and letting despair consume you?

- Well, it’s gotten pretty late, I haven’t even realized when. I really doubt I’ll be able to get much sleep tonight, but I might at least try to get some rest; I probably need it quite a bit. So, I think it would be best to leave it here for now.

He was right. By the time the broadcast started the sun had just begun to set, now the sky had fully been consumed by a deep dark shade of blue. Nights in Aspenville had never been particularly starry, mostly because of the fog, but this one was. The thought of admiring such beautiful night at times like this wasn’t something that would ever cross my mind, yet it was happening.

- Goodnight, Aspenville.

And with those words the broadcast ended. The voice on the radio went silent. It was the voice of a boy who tried to stay hopeful, as the world he knew was ending.

#writing #creative writing #writebler #writers of tumblr #writersociety

[comicgoblinwrites]

WIP Folders Tag

thanks for the tag, @magic-is-something-we-create !

Rules:

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, & then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Tag as many people as you have wips

So, I know that having file names like “lsdfllkjhshkj” or “unnamed 3” or “document5” is a trope among writers, but I’ve always had somewhat coherent names for my files. One fallacy that comes up is I have multiple copies of most things, so a lot of files end up with "copy 2, copy copy 3, copy 2 copy" tacked onto them. I also JUST went through most my files to organize.

This is also just what’s on my laptop, and also just my prose stories. I’m not going to subject y’all (or myself) to my entire library. Maybe someday. Maybe I’ll do another one of these for my comics.

It looks like there are… 8ish WIP folders here, so that’s 8 people 😬 @writewithfire, @faelanvance, @kiraofthewind @mjjune @gailynovelry @author-audrey-simmons @arijensineink @elizaellwrites

The list is Under the Cut--

Adventure Story - Adventurer Story Snippets

Darkness Inherent - Darkness Inherant 2023 - Query Letter Template - Darkness Inherent Draft 2

Divide - Cover Letter Divide - Divide 2018 - Divide 2023 - Writing Sample - Divide - Final copy

Fever - Fever - Revision_Misha Gehr copy - Fever 2023 - [name] Notes - Fever - Annotations- Misha - Feedback for Misha - Note For Misha

Left Behind - Left Behind - Left Behind 2023 - Wasteland Feedback - Workshop story 2_Misha Gehr_Left Behind - Misha_Letter (1) copy - Misha_Letter (1) - Workshop story 2_Misha Skinner-Gehr_Left Behind

Misc. Stories and Drafts - A Reflection on Magic - A Splash of Red and White - Library Door - Montana - Nymph - Freeze - Rain - Sunny Sunday - The Mouse and the Void - The Nuances of Sleep - The Start of Something Akin to Horror - TSOTE Short story - Wake - Writing Compilation - Writing Group - “Awakening” - Writing Group #3- Societal Suicide - Writing Group #4- When it happens

Night Market - Feedback [folder] - Misha Gehr_Workshop 2 - Night Market 2023 - Night Market 2023 Version B - Misha Gehr_Workshop 2 [pdf]

TFBS • Images [folder] - Maeve - Marcelene - Reference

-Book 2 Snippets - Maeve drabble NSFW - Mage and Knight Graveyard - TFBS 1 - Maeve Character Sheet - Marcelene Character Sheet

TSOTE • Book 1 [folder] - As We Run Beta Reader Questionnaire - Feedback Master - As We Run Beta Reader Questionnaire - Template - AWR Draft March 2020

• Book 2 [folder] [there’s nothing in this folder]

• Book 3 [folder] - TSOTE book 3

• Book 4 [folder] [another empty folder]

• Darcy Aesthetic [folder] - [a shit ton of downloaded photos]

• Querying [folder] - Synopsis - TSOTE 1 query letter

#tag games #writing #writers #wips #Theres a lot of them #short stories #fiction #writebler

[typezerostudios]

I'd love to see a villain who's entire motivation is to utterly crush the hero.

Not because the hero ruined their life, or because they oppose the villain, but because crushing them beneath their heel, and the weight of the hero's own ideals is literally the only thing that's been halfway amusing in centuries.

Villain is an immortal, invincible being who grew sick of ruling humanity thousands of years ago and decided to just take a nap or find something to keep them occupied. They got their hopes up when World War One and Two started, but even the nukes weren't enough to do much more than a mild sunburn.

And finally, FINALLY there is someone that might be able to push them to their limits, maybe even surpasses them. And it's been so long since that's happened that they just can't let it go. The hero keeps winning, but they're still holding something back. Maybe they don't want to risk truly hurting the villain, or maybe they're scared of what happens when they cross the line and go all out.

The villain can afford to be patient, they've lived thousands of years, and destroying civilization as a wrathful god loses its fun after the first two or three times, particularly now when that means the infrastructure that gives you your books TV shows, and video games collapses as well. They'll stick to smaller stuff, just enough to get the hero's attention and see how much power they really have. The stakes are escalating with each confrontation, and the villain has started to wonder if maybe this time, someone could actually be a match for them. Maybe they could even surpass their powers.

God help any soul that deprives them of their anticipated final battle. Whether the hero is forced to retire, gives up in despair, gets depowered or killed, the villain will not be amused at losing the one real source of enjoyment in far too long, and they've got enough experience to know how to truly destroy someone's life.

#story idea #superheroes #supervillain #writebler

[valerievortex]

omgggg your reblogs 🫶🏼🥹♥️💞 thank you so much, babe!! means a lot to us writers, you’re so so sweet xoxoxo

Youre so welcome!! I love being able to help amazing writers reach a wider audience, and reblogging is just the right thing to do :)

go reblog your favorite writers posts, this is a threat

#writers on tumblr #writebler

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Wattpad Purge and AO3 vs bot comments? I’m not on Wattpad but both of these happening at the same time feel like we’re witnessing a historical event

#ao3 #archive of our own #wattpad #writing #writer #writers #fanfic #fanfiction #writeble #fandom #fandoms #writing community #fanfic writers #fanfic writing #blorbo #comfort character #fanfic writer #writers on ao3

[dioraberry]

cozy autumn night☕️🍂🕯️

cr:ig

#aesthetic #study #books #studyblr #fall #autumn #vintage #dark academia #moodboard #cottagecore #poetry #art #studyspo #studywithme #bookblr #writebl #instagram #home & lifestyle #interior design #lifestyle #naturecore #autumn aesthetic #study blog #coffee #fall aesthetic #books and reading #decoration #it girl #light academia #reading

[akiwitch]

Find the Word!

Tagged by @maddstermind thank you so much I love these!

I'll tag @kimurasato @abalonetea @foxys-fantasy-tales @your-absent-father @maddstermind (you said you wanted to be tagged back!) and @mauvelilywilliams (no pressure!)

Your words are: grim, silence, web, moon, and lies

Using Ghost Punch 3 for this since I've been slowly editing it and I know it won't let me down

gone

She knew it was a dream. She still wore her flannel pajama bottoms and over-sized t-shirt. Frost coated grass speared up into her socks. The cold bit at her. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. The moon was gone, the purple sky ablaze with stars.

please

“Maybe I need to nap more,” she told Finnias as she stirred potatoes and carrots together with an onion. “Then I’ll have more dreams, right?” And she wouldn’t have to think about anything. “Sure,” Finnias said. “Please pretend to be supportive, for my sake.” Shay checked the recipe and pulled the celery out of the fridge. “I don’t think I will,” he said.

blame

“It’s okay,” Max said, pouring a line of salt in front of the door. “But I-“ “Let’s just get in Nick’s van before we start throwing blame around.” Max took her hand and led her to the van, still idling halfway up the curb. “You’re freezing.” She couldn’t argue with that. “Is Finnias okay?” Finnias was already on his feet, adjusting a sleeve that would be perfectly buttoned forever. “He’s fine,” Shay said. “Good.” Max opened the passenger’s side door for her and assisted her inside like she was a lady being led into a horse drawn carriage.

burn

“I’m not going to kill anyone.” The very thought made bile burn in the back of her throat. “Oh, you will,” Archibald said. “You will, and you’ll have a very good reason, every time. And maybe eventually not very good reasons. Like I said, it’s in your nature.” “I don’t believe you.”  Archibald ignored her. “Not that you needed to kill anyone to have a ghost under your thumb. Because you’re special, aren’t you, Shay?”

heart

Her yelling fell on deaf ears. She tried to get around him to grab the jar of salt in the kitchen, but icy cold fingers grabbed at her arms and clothes. She slapped at them, but they held firm. She twisted to punch, but missed and they dragged her to the ground, slamming her shoulder into the cold wood floor. Finnias tried to haul her up but there were too many, swarming over her. She struggled, fear clogging up her lungs and squeezing around her heart with a grip icier than the ghosts.

That was so fun, great words!

#ghost punch #ghost punch 3 #night terrors #aki writes #tag games #find the word tag game #writebler #had a great time with this one aaa thank you

[sparkandashes]

My heart is heavy again tonight. Now that I look back I see I have been through a lot and maybe there’s a lot more to go through, perhaps there will be moments full of joy too, if there will be rivers of tears I’ve yet to cry.

I want to thank each and every soul that read my words, this space where I’ve been dumping my feelings, where I have been expressing my thoughts, sharing my experiences, my miserable life, memories of love and loss, joy and sorrow, achievements and failures.

There are words I can’t believe I wrote. Some are so beautiful. Some are meaningless. Some are like prayers, wishes and dreams. No matter how silly it seems, words have always given me peace.

Every space I have ever been writing on has helped me in ways I may not always be able to fathom. What I know for sure is, every single time I have written, I have expelled what weighs my heart down. I’m grateful that I chose words when there was no one around.

I chose words. To survive. To live. To exist. To celebrate. To mourn. I choose words. Again and till my last breath. To continue living. To keep surviving. To keep celebrating life.

I choose words to stop me from crying. To save me from dying.

I am alive because I chose to write.

—Sparkandashes

#sparkandashes #wordgasm #writeble #poetryportal #writers on tumblr #my life #poems #excerpts from my life #poetry #writeblr #writerscreed

[noe11egance]

I've Always Loved the Rain

"Let's just sit quietly and listen to the secrets the rain wants to tell us" John Mark Green ︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚ ︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚ ︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚ I’ve always loved the rain. The way it falls in little droplets and forms puddles in the streets. The way rain feels on my skin. I remember when I was younger how much I would want to go out and play in the rain. My mom told me to bundle up or I’ll catch a cold. But I couldn’t care less. It was a refreshing shower that coated my body in a way that made me feel alive. The flowers in the garden adored it as much as I did. 

I danced in the rain with no care. Walked with no umbrella, no rainboots, nothing like that. Looked up to the cloudy grey skies with a smile full of pure joy as I swayed along with the light breeze of the wind. People forget that we too are part of nature. That we are children of our planet. 

When we say we love the rain, we do so from the comfort of our insulated walls that shelter us from it. We say we love the rain and yet we view it as more of a danger to be avoided. Sickness is associated with the rain and yet we still say that we love it. For it’s serene looks. For it’s aesthetics and the symbolic meanings that we assign to it. That we write about in school, analysisng just what the addition of rain is trying to convey within the narrative.

But for a moment, just for a moment. View rain with wonder. With the kind that you once had when you were a child. You saw the world in color, so bright and vibrant, but when it is stripped and it is all grey, can you still see the color? The way the rain comes and brings life around it? Making it possible for the color to glow even brighter than before. Growth in tandem with the beauty of the sun gives an organism energy to keep on breathing. 

That is rain, it brings new life to the dead leaves. Cyclical, it all is. And how it will all end up being. I’ve always loved the rain.

#writers of tumblr #writebl #writebloogging #writer #poet #prose #poetry #literature #quotes #writings #rambles #rain #aesthetics #academia #nature #romanticism #rain aesthetic #rainyweather #rainymood #raining #night rambles #thoughts #thinking #feelings #emotions #life

[inky-the-artist]

cw: post-possession whump, character conflict, dialogue, threats

"C, I didn't mean-- I wasn't myself, please, just hear me out," A urged, but C turned to them with a stone cold stare.

"stop talking to me before I jam this through your throat," C stood up, taking a step towards A while holding up the tool they were currently working with, aiming it closely at A's chin.

"there won't be none of that unless you go through me, first," B lightly pushed C back and stood between the two, spreading their arms in a protective manner.

"well, I'll be damned," C scoffed, "that's a nice two-for-one."

#the DRAMA #C hates B obvi #whumpee turned whumper #whumper turned whumpee #former whumper #possession whump #whump dialogue #dialogue prompt #writebl #whump blog #inky's occasional writing #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #whumpee x caretaker #bitter whumpee #revenge whump

[isabellebissonrouthier]

First Line Tag

Tagged by @andromedaexists!

Tagging: @mjjune @lady-grace-pens @drawnecromancy @garthcelyn @jamieanovels

I'll choose the first paragraph of Novella 4 of @49-ibr!

***

Had Netharia known what was to come, perhaps she never would have saved the children in the first place. Perhaps she never would have welcomed them into her home – into her arms, into her heart – or perhaps she would have followed an identical path. Perhaps she would have retaken this journey, but perhaps she would have instead turned away.

#my post #tag game #49ibr #writebl #writer #writers