Our Own Original (OOO) Incorrect Quotes Tag!

Our Own Original (OOO) Incorrect Quotes Tag!

I was tagged by @rickie-the-storyteller for this one! Thank you so much for the tag (:

I seriously hope I did this right.

Here's my version of your incorrect quote!

(This gives me strong Rylisan & Caladin banter vibes, because Rylisan Fenrith is such an awkward, uptight, and serious guy who had difficulty grasping human sense of humor, especially at the beginning of the series, and Caladin not only used to take nearly nothing seriously when they first met but he adored making Rylisan nearly lose his mind at him. This quote is legit something he could actually say, I'm not even joking LMAO)

Rylisan: Caladin, you shouldn't call for help unless you genuinely need it. I'm happy to answer questions, as long as they are relevant to what we're doing.

Caladin: Alight, Sir. Oh! I have another question, now - what is a pie, in mathematics?

Rylisan: Uh-

Caladin: Like, this sheet asks you to give your answer in terms of a pie, and I have no clue what that is…

Rylisan: Not "a pie," Caladin. Pi. It's a constant. We've been over this...

Caladin: How many kinds of Pi are there?

Rylisan: What?

Caladin: My mum makes the best Pi. She does a great apple Pi, chicken Pi, shepherd's Pi… (sigh) God. I miss her. I miss her Pi…

Rylisan: Caladin, please listen-

Caladin: How can you give a number in terms of Pi, Sir? And what Pi do I need to give it in terms of? How do I work out what type of Pi to give it in terms of?

(Rylisan has no idea what to say to that)

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Here's your incorrect quote, to whomever shall do this next!

From my WIP Realms of Loss - (I refuse to give context to this quote LMAO, figure it out!)

Person A - ... And that's how I almost burned down the entire castle when I was 12 after my attempt at the kitchen rafters to sneak a plate of cupcakes nearly toppled three torches onto the oak floors!

Person B - (blinks, silent, reconsidering his entire list of life choices up to this point) ...

Person A - Aw, c'mon, how come that doesn't make you smile even a little?

Person B - (drags hands over face with a groan) The only thing I got from this two-hour-long conversation is that you're a feral maniac with no regard for safety.

(there's an awkward silence and the conversation shifts to other matters. After a while, Person B hums, curiosity winning over, before genuinely asking, slightly confused.)

Person A - ...

Person B - ...

Person B - Though there's the one thing I would like to know ... what are cupcakes?

Person A - How do you not...? Oh you're going to love this concept.

Tagging! @lassiesandiego @elshells @crowandmoonwriting @cabbojage @tabswrites @exquisitecrow, @clairelsonao3, @writernopal, @liv-is, @doublegoblin, @oh-no-another-idea, @sm-writes-chaos, @steh-lar-uh-nuhs, @jay-avian, @hrmkingizzy

What if I made a Writeblr tag game where we turn lines of dialogue from our own stories into an incorrect quote for the next person to insert their characters into. Is that anything

Signs You Should Write The Story

1. You can't stop thinking about it

2. It would be exciting and fun to write

3. It's meaningful to you

WRITE THE STORY

Normalize going into people’s ask boxes and ask them random ass questions.

Tumblr used to be so much fun with all the asks (anonymous or otherwise), and we need to bring those back, especially now that we finally have a half-decent blocking feature in place.

Ask people things! Message them! Don’t let tumblr inbox die! It’s one of the features that made tumblr tumblr.

🎃Trick or treat!💀

--@oh-no-another-idea

Thanks for the ask, @oh-no-another-idea!!!

Treat! 🎃

This is the last one of these in my inbox, I know I was late to answer it, but in the spirit of Halloween, have a smol spooky snippet from Tales of Wilted Flowers!

The dead forest was eerie - filled with the kind of silence where things appear louder than they should ever be. They could hear everything, and yet, not enough. It felt like... death. Something terrible had happened in this place, this they knew. And the echoes of what once was still haunted the ruins that remained in an endless winter. As the last threads of rageful spirits. mourning what was taken from them. Every they took upon this ashen, barren soil felt wrong, dangerous. No one was supposed to be here. The wind whistled as it curved around twisted branches, a cold, soulless chill passing through them. Cinder-covered snow crunched beneath the soles of their boots, though the air was dry as a desert. And yet, the ruins they sought remained out of reach - that is presuming they managed not to get lost beforehand. "Are you sure we are on the right track?" Caladin asked tentatively, wincing at how his hushed voice seemed to echo even so. He scratched the back of his neck, awkwardly. "... Because I'm sure whatever terror is inside these ruins certainly is not a good way to die." There was a pause, for a moment, but not for long. Arista looked over her shoulder, still carefully holding up the torch that was lighting their way as their group all but waded through the forest's thick fog. "No, I'm not sure. But I grew up on tales of this place - or at least, of what this place used to be before... all of this." She gestured outwards towards the fog-filled wastes, skipping over a gnarled root. "If we're lucky, and our suspicious friend back in the city was telling the truth, we might just make it out alive. At this point, blind luck seems to be our charm."

Heads Up 7 Up!

I was tagged by @tabswrites for this one! Thank you so much!

Around 7 lines from my WIP Realms of Loss -

They’re opening the carriage, it seems. Though - if he [Lucian] had to describe it - one could say it was really more of a cage than anything else. The chilling creak of frozen iron pops in his ears, as one by one, the locks and gears are removed, like a puzzle coming undone before him. Lucian leaned forward, watching the scene unfold. His curiosity, however, was soon replaced with growing outrage.

Tagging - @autumnalwalker, @cabbojage, @unstablewifiaccess, @lassiesandiego, @hrmkingizzy, @thewardenofwinter, @doublegoblin, @gummybugg and @exquisitecrow

Last Line Tag!

Thank you so much for the Tag, @anoelleart! I was travelling for almost the entirety of last week, so only now I've managed to catch up with the tags from that period (:

Tagging (gently): @lassiesandiego, @unstablewifiaccess, @sm-writes-chaos, @clairelsonao3, @steh-lar-uh-nuhs, @oh-no-another-idea, @your-absent-father, @rickie-the-storyteller, @jay-avian and @doublegoblin

(Because this snippet makes absolutely no sense without context, I'm doing a "Last Snippet" variation instead)

This is a snippet from my WIP (still very work in progress/workshopping), called Realms of Loss, which I've been working on for a while now. This was the last thing I worked on recently solely because of the fact I was scared to work on The Last Wrath or Tales of Wilted Flowers while traveling/unfocused lmao.

"I am the Crown Prince. Sole remaining heir of a dynasty, of the House of a Thousand Stars. I'm not some boy." His voice shook, not confident and mighty as he willed it to sound, but desperate. Archyvel wasn't trying to convince her - he was trying to convince himself. "I will not be afraid." Nesryn tilted her head, eyes softening. "But you are."