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This blog will combine three things I love dearly: writing, talking about writing, and aesthetics. So if you have an amazing OC for which you crave an aesthetic moodboard or Instagram page - tell me all about them, and I will make you one! After all, every writer needs fanart.
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Thanks To @ladyliliana For Tagging Me! (And Sorry For Not Getting Back To You, I Want To And I Will!
Thanks to @ladyliliana for tagging me! (And sorry for not getting back to you, I want to and I will! I am just a mess).
Writing tag game
1. If you could go to one of your OC’s bachelor/bachelorette party, which would you choose? (also: who would have the wildest one?)
I would probably want to go to Soufre’s. She’s happy and fun and would make sure everyone had a great time without getting too crazy. The wildest one would definitely be Copper, simply because he does not know the word ‘moderation’, nor can he handle his drink half as well as he thinks he does.
2. What’s your favourite time of day to write?
I usually write whenever, in between other tasks. But if I have time, I prefer early afternoon, when I am well-rested and have a long day in front of me.
3. What’s your favourite relationship in your WIP? (platonic or romantic)
In Elementary, I’d say either Soufre and Zinc or Bismuth and Fer. Soufre and Zinc are the most lovely and healthy couple I’ve ever written and I make it a point to have them stay that way the entire course of the story (their relationship is not the main focus anyway, they just love and support each other in the background). Bismuth and Fer are best friends and the ultimate raincloud-and-sunshine relationship. The will sit by the fire endless hours in the evenings and just talk. All the other Elements have grown used to falling asleep with their voices in the background.
In Waterwegen, I love Paco and Mikel, who are two rowdy eleven year old boys that will literally follow each other to the end of the world (and steal each other’s ice-cream cones). I also love Josepe and Alba, father and daughter, because there is a lot wrong and complicated between them, but they try their best and they are fascinating to write.
4. How far are you into your WIP?
About 1/4 for Elementary, and at the start of Waterwegen. I am trying!
5. If you were stuck in a broken elevator for twelve hours, which OC would you choose to be stuck in there with you? (note: you have to be in there for the twelve hours. no Houdini escape)
Mercury! Clever, funny, passionate, into philosophy and art and with no qualms to talk hours on end.
6. What’s your favourite colour?
All shades of blue.
7. Where would one of your OCs propose to the other? (if this question isn’t up your alley, replace “propose to” with “surprise attack hug”)
Since I’ve already talked about their relationship: if Zinc was to propose to Soufre, he would do it in a clearing in the woods that he knows. He has collected wildflowers there before, to give it to her.
Also, Soufre might surprise him and propose instead! She would do it on a normal evening, by the fire, surrounded by all of their friends. She’d love to see his surprise turn into excitement, and she would want to make him blush.
(Zinc will definitely cry in either scenario).
8. Which OC is most like you?
Probably my main character, Tungsten, because he is always conflicted between his fear of new people and the big world, and his longing to explore. He is scared of opening up but he craves his own found family. He is timid, but he still wants to be on stage. He is always fighting himself.
9. Do you prefer writing with ambient noise, music (if so, with or without lyrics), or in silence?
Depends on my mood. I usually write with either soundtracks in the background (preferably fantasy ones), classical music or one song on repeat. Because I tend to read my work out loud, I also often work in silence.
10. If you suddenly got the power of teleportation, where in the world would you go first?
I’d love to explore Sumatra and Java, or visit my friend in New Zealand!
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My battery is low...
Today, a collection of cameras and steel was pronounced dead. She sang to celebrate herself, survived a marathon of miles, shared, and showed her redburned hollow home. We gave her iron claws to drag along a planet's spine, and when, one morning, the sensors would not wake, we shouted out a thousandfold: 'Are you okay?'
To no response.
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...and it's getting dark