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Thanks for the tag @winterandwords ! Here’s a snippet from the first draft of my WIP, Night Of The Blue Moon!

“Where…Where am I? Who are you people?” he said shakily, clutching the knife to his chest. 

Ariel held her bat up, not wanting to be caught off guard. “You don’t remember?”

He shook his head. “I was on my way home, and then I heard a woman’s voice. She said that if I didn’t kill Solana, she would make me kill my girlfriend,” he said, “I said that I didn’t know who Solana was, and that’s the last thing I remember.”

“So you don’t remember trying to stab me?” Solana added, shakily rising to her feet. 

He dropped the knife. “Stab you? Why would I do that?” 

Tagging @csdarkfantasy , @abalonetea and anyone else who wants to do this! ^.^

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Thanks to @theprissythumbelina and @red-pen-ally for the tag!

Here are seven recent lines from Project Aria...

Revenge as part of your identity, part of your soul, isn’t all one thing. Sometimes it’s personal, the way it is with me. I’ve been fucked up by plenty of people but I can see down to the root of it and that’s all that matters. I’m not going to heal from generalised destruction. I might not be going to heal from very specific destruction either, but that’s all I want. It’s all I need. It hasn’t directed my choices or made my decisions for me, but it’s unfinished business and now that I have an opportunity to finish it, I’m not going to waste that.

Tagging @alinacapellabooks, @ashfordlabs and @authortango if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to share seven lines from their WIP 💜

Thanks for the tag @cowboybrunch! From my WIP, Night Of The Blue Moon:

“Now that you’ve learned how to defend yourself, it’s time that you learned how to attack,” Phoebe said, “I’ll start by teaching you the easiest of my spells, Lunar Clarification. To cast it, you need to say, ‘Lunar Clarification’, while holding out my torch in front of you.”

Ariel gripped the torch with both hands. “And what will that do?”

“It’ll launch a giant white moonbeam bright enough to blind your enemies, if they don’t get incinerated by it first,” Hades cut in, “Ugh, I should’ve brought some sunglasses. Why are your attacks always so bright and flashy, Phoebe?”

Ariel blinked. “You’re a god. Can’t you magic some sunglasses up?”

Hades looked at her like she’d asked him to turn water into wine. “No, I can’t magically create objects whenever I need them! Do I look like Hephaestus to you?”

I’m leaving this tag completely open. Anyone who wants to join in is welcome!

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thank you for the tag @mrbexwrites <3

The last seven lines i wrote, from untitled vampire story:

I’m so close to him now that the rise of his breath almost presses his chest against mine. He realizes it at the same moment I do and smirks. “Then I suppose I’ll be watching for your knife in the dark, too.” He steps back and sketches a bow. “You do already know where I live, so it won’t be much of a chase. A pity, really.” I rub my eyes as he turns his back to me and saunters away. Gods, what an asshole.

passing the tag onto @dyrewrites @sarandipitywrites @writingrosesonneptune @alinacapellabooks and of course an open tag if anyone wants to hop in!

Thanks for the tag, @hippiewrites ! Another snippet from the first draft of Night Of The Blue Moon:

“If my sister believed that you weren’t up to the task, she wouldn’t have sent me after you,” Theia responded, “Phoebe foresaw you helping Blue Moon defeat Orpheus, and Phoebe’s prophecies are never wrong.”

She held out a red velvet box, opening it to reveal a pair of golden sun shaped earrings with rubies glittering in the centres. “I will give you the use of my earrings, and in turn, the use of my power, which you will use to help Blue Moon defeat Orpheus. Do we have a deal?”

Tagging @elainemorningstar and @elliotwriteswords !

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Tagged by @talesofsorrowandofruin and @mthollowell-writes—thank you!

Combining tags so I'll make it around double the standard length! Here's a snippet from Echoes of the Etan, Thesselia's perspective:

The body landed at her feet, kicking up the dust of the hamada. Blotchy ochre skin, withered as papyrus yet slick with a sickening sheen like it wept from the pores—it was like a novice priest attempted the embalming process on a corpse left a day sweltering beneath the Tepeccan sun. Thesselia toed the talisman at his sleeve the right way up, studying its crude but distinctive visage. Melops. ‘You knew this one?’  Darush had disrobed. The foetid mass he’d had thrown over his lap in flight seemingly compelled him to brave the rays in his underthings. ‘A merchant,’ he said. ‘He was the one I could get to without pressing my luck.’ ‘He, and how many others besides?’  ‘Three more found, since they perched in the canyon. This is by Kiresh’s word, though he does seem adamant this time.’ He neatly folded a rock into his discarded robes and hurled them with his spearman’s arm. They careened into the crater, skittering stones that chased after them till all were out of sight. Darush’s phiretan was unaffected by the sudden disturbance, chittering lowly where they had landed. Her head was still, tilted at the ground, a single eye tracking something in the dust. Then, in a flash of colour, she had snatched it up, thrown back her crested head, and swallowed it whole. A scorpion. Together, Thesselia and Darush regarded the thing that was once a man in threadbare linen robes. A merchant of three and thirty, denoted by the polished beads of acacia at his sleeve. A shrivelled, sweating husk, old as time—and yet as little as a week ago, very much alive.

Tagging: @sarahlizziewrites, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @somealienquill, @autumnalwalker, @tabswrites, @mjparkerwriting, & @alinacapellabooks—no pressure!

Thanks for the tag @gioiaalbanoart! I’m sharing a hot-off-the-press snippet from Night Of The Blue Moon today! I literally just wrote this, but I like how it turned out, so, here we go!

 “I wasn’t able to see where he was escaping to, either. The reason for that has turned out to be that Orpheus has been escaping somewhere where my powers can’t affect him.”

Solana blinked. “What are you talking about, Phoebe? You know everyone’s future, don’t you?” she scoffed, “Where could someone possibly go where you can’t see their future?”

“Simple. The Underworld,” she responded as if explaining why the sky was blue, “I can see the futures of all living beings, but the dead have no future. Once a soul enters the Underworld, my power of foresight becomes useless, as their soul is counted as dead, even if their body is still alive.”

Tagging @bone-and-butterflies and @sunflowersforthemoon!

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Local fave @cowboybrunch left an open tag and now I'm making it everyone else's problem.

This is roughly seven lines from Chapter 5 of "A Living Machine."

So you've had no opportunity the last three months to increase any of your combat Abilities. Correct. Not even at the shooting range. Doctor Horta, as I understand it, came back from the Nightfolk expedition, petitioned the Council, and is at the moment we leave engaged in his own... professional pursuits. I would have liked to have gone with him. Do you think things would be different if he was there? ... Khalid. ... no. I don't. I think this was always going to happen.

tag! @aintgonnatakethis @deanwax @finickyfelix @frostedlemonwriter @gioiaalbanoart

@hagscribes @justa-rat @noblebs @scribble-dee-vee @sentfromwolves

@sapphicwizards @sunset-a-story @thelittlestspider @terriblepersongreatseamonster

@the-golden-comet @taranorma @touloserlautrec @words-after-midnight

Thanks for the tag! I can’t wait to read YWIMC, Ali’s bashfulness is killing me ^o^ Anyway, here’s a snippet from NOTBM:

“What do you think we should do, chat? Variety show sting, or catching her in the cafe?” Solana said, “Let’s put it to a vote!”

Shikabane’s idea won by a landslide. They both knew that Shikabane was going to win—He had the bigger fan base, and more people would agree with him, even if he was objectively wrong. Being wrong was part of his unspoken plan to boost Kirameki Sunstone’s popularity, though. Once people saw that Solana was right, they’d flock to support her. 

“Looks like you win, Shikabane. We’re going to the cafe first,” Solana sighed in mock defeat, “But we’re trying the variety show sting next, ok?”

“We won’t have to. We’re going to catch Anzu right here and now, in the cafe,” he quipped playfully.

Tagging @mundanemoongirl and @asteriasfallingstarsandtears!

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Thank you for the tag, @honeybewrites !

The last seven(+) lines I wrote in YWIMC:

‘Noah, forgive me. I cannot come out right now….!!’ Ali’s voice quivered in Noah’s psyche.

‘A-are you in the lamp?’

‘Yes. But please….I need to repent….!’

Noah shifted his jacket out of the way to find the lamp. It was glowing red, almost steaming, as if the hot metal matched Ali’s fluster. As Noah reached down to touch the lamp, he hissed and pulled back once his skin grazed the metal. “Ouch…!!”

‘Noah! Don’t touch the lamp….!!’ Ali sighed roughly in stern worry.

Tagging for as many lines as I have here(no pressure): @autism-purgatory , @fortunatetragedy , @wyked-ao3 , @willtheweaver , @paeliae-occasionally , @marlowethelibrarian , @fantasy-things-and-such , @deanwax , @talesofsorrowandofruin , @gioiaalbanoart , @alinacapellabooks , @brigidfromthecelts (plus leaving this +open as per usual ✨)

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the last seven sentences of my story

(I’ve taken a bit of liberty going ahead and tagging a couple of people who’ve already read some of them)  

lmk if you want to be tagged!

tags: 

@orphicpoieses @the-writers-bookshelf

Her lips move over mine and when she finally pulls back, she stares at me, eyes moving over my face. I look to the ceiling far above me and start murmuring. 

I can feel her eyes on me first in confusion, then in disbelief. She starts laughing. 

“Are you praying?” she giggles. 

“Yes, now shush.”

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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

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Thanks @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag! (Post here.)

Gently tagging (no pressure!): @cupandquillcafe @tryingtowritestuff24 @awritingcaitlin

Rules: post the last seven lines you wrote! Then tag others!

From The Queen of Lies:

“You can’t be serious,” he said. “You’re fucking lying.” This was Colette; she should have snapped at him about such an accusation. Should have demanded his respect, because didn’t he trust her information? Did she look like a liar to him? When had she ever given him reason to believe she would mislead him on something as important as this? But she just shook her head.

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I was tagged by @indecentpause (here)! Thank you so much for the tag!

I chose to go with a line from a future scene I wrote for my newest WIP - a dark fairytale-style fantasy - Of Starlight and Beasts, (even though I haven't nearly reached that chapter yet, I just had to write down this scene)!

"Love won't save you now, child - well, it certainly won't save him." Meira emerged from the swirling shadows, looming over her - the condescending smile on her lips an uncanny sight. Corah glared, suddenly gasping once she realized what the Queen meant. She swung her sword at the woman, speaking with a furious growl, "You wouldn't dare!" "My dear, I already have," Meira blocked the blade with her bare hand, holding onto it with the ease of someone swatting a fly and throwing the girl across the hall. The Queen grew as tall as the pilasters around her, her shadows swirling fiercely as she became a part of them, voice echoing eerily around her, "You'll never reach the boy on time."

Tagging (gently): @i-can-even-burn-salad, @winterandwords, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @steh-lar-uh-nuhs, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @rickie-the-storyteller, @aziz-reads, @little-peril-stories and @jasperygrace

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Thank you for the tag, @alinacapellabooks (here)!

"Ever consider that we are specks of dust in the endless void of eternity, bound to be forgotten and erased?" Nikolay said, laying on his bedroll, staring up at the stars above with wide eyes.

Declan, who was sleeping on the other side of the camp, rolled to the side to look at him, yawning. "No." He says, exhasperatedly sleepy, "Nikolay, have you been drinking?"

The other young man shrugged, humming to himself. "Eh. Not really, no. I was just... thinking out loud."

Declan couldn't suppress a chuckle, "Hm. Let's make an exercise to think inwardly then."

"But what's the fun in that?" The other asked, still looking up at the starry sky, seemingly unaware that Declan didn't really want to talk right now.

The alchemist groaned, "The fun is that someone gets to sleep in this camp."

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @the-letterbox-archives, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid,

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

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Thanks for the tag, @topazadine (here)!

Seven lines from Supernova Initiative!

The girl, a young woman around his age, with curved horns stopped by the glass entrance to the chambers, "My parents don't want our people to get involved in this war. But they don't see that the war is already here."

She shakes her head, a thick accent painting her words in uniquely, gravelly, and warbling, but yet soft and melodious. It seems like a voice made to be spoken underwater.

"I will help you guys - because Thalassen needs to remain independent." The girl declares, with a decisive liveliness to her words. She pressed a sequence of buttons on the chamber's outer wall, and the double glass doors slid open.

Inside, Jack and his crew still watched, practically dumbfounded, as she beckoned them forward, "Now, shall we?"

Jack looked at her, then back at his friends, with a breathless chuckle, still not moving from where he was standing, "Alright, but who are you...?"

The girl smiled, sharp like rows upon rows of tiny shark teeth, "I'm Lyorna." She paused, then suddenly squeaked as if she'd forgotten a little detail. "The Admiral's daughter and all that. What about you, stranger?"

"I'm just a thief." Jack stammered, as a sea of hushed whispers and gasps coming from his friends at the fact that they were meeting such an important figurehead's daughter. "O-oh, and my name is Jack. Jack Tithus."

He quickly added, and the girl's - Lyorna - joyous smile increased only just slightly, apparently oblivious to his crew's momentary whispering. Something in her wide-eyed stare, like big pools of dark blue ink, told them she seemed somehow amused or had found the exchange endearing.

She extended a webbed hand towards him, "Nice to meet you, just-a-thief." Lyorna poked fun at his earlier slip up as they shook hands, with a wink, "Now let's go, before Papa finds out and feeds you to the Kherllar out in the Ocean."

Tagging (gently): @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @the-letterbox-archives, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cauliflowermaterial

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

Tag List (Supernova Initiative) below the cut ✨

Supernova Initiative Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3,

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@elshells, @thecomfywriter

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

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Thanks for the tag, @the-golden-comet (here)! Let's go with a snippet from The Crystal of Ash, for this one! (:

"You said you hated humans." Declan piped up from where he'd trudged up to walk beside their strange half-Leavathian guide. He'd never been this close to a descendant of the feyfolk before. And honestly, it was quite frightening.

The cantankerous, pointy eared girl did not look at him as she grumbled, "I do."

"Then why are you helping us?" Declan asked, with a tilted head and furrowed brows.

"I'm not." She said through gritted teeth, "You guys are just the tools to help me achieve what I want."

Declan had opened up his mouth to question what she'd meant, but behind them, Nikolay piped up before he had the chance, cheery voice laced with curiosity.

"And that is...?"

Emrin, the half-elf, shot him a sharp glare, "Paying up an old debt to someone dear to me." She paused with a growl, "And stopping that idrash'tah abomination from gobbling up my realm."

Despite himself, Declan found himself asking "What does that word mean?" and immediately regretted it.

"It means human magic." A ghost of what could be a smirk crossed her lips - and it dawned on Declan that she found her words to be quite humorous, "Elves also use it to refer to common filth."

"... Good to know." Declan answered, before stammering, "Wait, aren't you like half human? Isn't that... insulting to yourself too?"

Emrin chuckled angrily at him, "Yes, I believe that's the point," She said, before muttering under her breath, as she stalked forward and away from him, but the young man could not help but hear it "It's not like I'm fucking proud of what kind of magic runs through my veins."

Tagging (gently): @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab, @winterandwords, @eccaiia,

@the-letterbox-archives, @illarian-rambling@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart,

@ray-writes-n-shit @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess,

@forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix@i-can-even-burn-salad

@cauliflowermaterial @thepeculiarbird,

@clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes,

@starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

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Thanks for the tags! I got enough of them that I'm just tagging my list of peers at the end lmao.

From Ch 5 of my WIP, 7 Circles:

Demyen had been trying to put Klaus in impossible positions for fourteen years, and loathe as Klaus is to admit it, he might have finally started looking for flaws in the right places. If Klaus shows Kazimier mercy, he risks exposure. If he doesn’t, he risks assimilation. In one fell swoop, Demyen had made Klaus feel on-edge in his own penthouse, taken away any lingering ability to ignore his complicity in the PA system, and given him a constant reminder of what is at stake if he’s stupid enough to soften towards the poor bastard who didn’t have any real choice in being Demyen’s pawn, even if he is annoyingly observant and always thinking, always tapping his fingers or playing with the hem of his clothes in want of something to fidget with.

It has only been two weeks, and Klaus is softening, and the bastard knows it.

He has worked himself into enough of a temper by the time he opens the door to the penthouse that he’s not even sure which of the two of them he’s cursing when a sharp crackling sound punches through the air, a pained sound from the bastard in question at it’s heels.

Shit!

I haven't been posting as much due to an unexpected death in the family but I'm still alive and kickin', just might not be as active for awhile 💙

Tagging: @katenewmanwrites @smellyrottentrees @wyked-ao3 @lychhiker-writes @the-golden-comet @fortunatetragedy @cowboybrunch @zackprincebooks @urbiggestfan-01 @quillswriting

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Well look at that. She’s posting a tag game. Thank you @imaginativemind29new I genuinely didn’t think I could manage this one because the last thing I remember writing (coherently) was some Spanish homework, but apparently instead of doing my physics final (in class) I was writing, so here you go.

This post is dedicated to my academic chaos and my bruised rib (it really hurts btw I am being so brave and strong rn you don’t even know)

This is from my pirate book!

If Lucy had thought the siren couldn’t look any angrier, she had been wrong.

“Stand down,” the siren hissed, and Lucy had laughed.

“No.”

The screaming started again. Lucy would not win this fight, would not injure her crew in the place of the siren—but she would try.

She failed.

And now here she sat, in the brig.

When the door opened, it did so with a slam, rattling the walls with supernatural force.

The siren filled the doorway, blocking the light, dressed in sailor’s clothes. It felt wrong, to see a creature of the sea in clothes from the land, but there they were.

They appraised her, as if attempting to read the thoughts on her face. Maybe they could. There was little information on sirens, other than fairytales and ghost stories.

Lucy presumed the people who discovered information about sirens firsthand now lay at the bottom of the sea, rotting.

The siren smiled.

“Hello, darling. Let’s talk.”

I forgot how much I like ending chapters like that. Anywho, here’s my tag victims (with no pressure, darlings) @jay-avian @ettawritesnstudies @clairelsonao3 @writingwithcolor @writersandkitties-blog-blog-blog @wildbooklover @hojo76 (hojo you don’t write but you won’t notice my goddamn posts unless I tag you, and you’re the one who gives me writing prompts that you never even READ, so I’m salty. So deal with it)

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Thanks for the tag @the-golden-comet!!! I'll go with a snippet I wrote for one of the future chapters of Supernova Initiative that I've been working on!

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Artemis stammers, trudging up to the other quickly and stopping right in front of the other, arms crossed, “I know you heard what I said, you dipshit.” He said, glaring venomously at the other, who simply stood there, a placid, mock-innocent smile on his lips as if he had no idea what the other was talking about, but Artemis knew he did, he knew him. He took a deep breath, “I’m gonna ask again, and you’re going to answer, or I’m gonna throw you right into that hail storm - can you just use your damn wrist computer to map out a path?”

He punctuated each of those words, being as painfully clear as he could get. For a moment, Kye said nothing in response, just smiled, standing there - and at that precise moment of silence, Artemis wanted nothing more than to deck him. Thankfully, for Kye’s sake, the other decided to speak. 

“Maybe I can…” His voice was cheeky, with a pseudo-sweetness to it that told Artemis that Kye was simply toying with him. The alien tilted his head to the side like a stray cat,  “If you ask nicely.”

Supernova Initiative Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood

Let me know if you'd like to be added!