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✨cat | she/her | aroace | anti-ai✨

about ~ I write fantasy and sci-fi with a dose of cosmic horror and I love blending genres

~ neurodivergent and my energy/focus is all over the place (hence why I have a million wips 💀) ~ in my books, you'll find themes of friendship, belonging, and good vs evil. you'll find kindness in dark places and characters who stand up against evil in the face of overwhelming odds. there will be angst but there will also be hope. ~ you'll also find plenty of robots, pirates, time travel, nature, cute animals (who do not die), magic, analog technology, and ships of the sailing variety ~ most of my wips are part of an overarching series called the Starfish Saga, though they can be read separately and in any order ~ besides writing, I also love drawing, reading, video games, cosplay, embroidery, messing around on the piano and ocarina, and attempting to disappear into the Desert ~ I'm extremely shy, but love making new writer friends and I'm open to tag and ask games ~ I also have a fandom blog where I post about my hyperfixations at @that-vibe-i-cant-explain as well as a POTC blog at @redstarsarc Below are the WIPs I'm currently focused on

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moonrabbitwriter

Word Find Tag

Thanks for the tag @cat-esper! My words are wind, laugh, stars, and jump. Leaving these one as an open tag. You words, should you chose to accept them, are breath, dead, warmth, and water.

I'll be pulling from Soul 206 draft 2 for this!

Wind

Neoma couldn’t help themself. They gasped– audibly– when Ravenna opened the case. Vulture wasn’t just a beauty made with love, but an actual thing of beauty. He was a blinding electric white, untarnished by a single scratch or scuff of dirt. He was rimmed and headed with a contrasting black, and the lacquered wood of his neck was such a rich chocolate that it looked edible. Instead of stickers or blemishes, he’d been hand-painted with the black silhouettes of roses and birds, all carefully painted to wind around the silver knobs of his body.

Laugh

“Um… are you my girlfriend?” Ravenna spit out her cigarette, coughing violently. “Ravenna?!” Neoma hovered their hands over her back, not knowing what to do. “What’s wrong? Are you choking?” “No, no, I’m–” Ravenna coughed some more, with each one gaining more of the cadence of a laugh. “I’m fine. I just… where the hell did that come from?”

Stars

The lingering chill in the air garnered their attention first– even at night, the Florida heat usually persisted, so the cold warranted notice. A black sheet hung overhead, washed out with artificial light that only let the strongest stars assert their place in it. Down below, the apartments were lit like salt lamps, their glow reflecting on the nearby lake. The porch itself was nothing special– a concrete slab, occupied by dead leaves and a single lawn chair.

Jump

A chime echoed from the television, leading the male identical gamer– this one with a shaved head and a hoodie– to jump to his feet. “Hell yeah! That’s four out of five, baby! The Amster does it again!” The twin, Am, pointed and jeered at his long-haired sister, teasing her with a sing-song voice. Her eyeliner lifted as she rolled her eyes. “Best five out of seven then, dingus?” “Oh, you’re on–!”

#ooooh i love the description in the first one #some kind of instrument?#and that second one lol #other people's writing

dragon-swords-prophecies

word find tag!

tagged by @cat-esper! thanks! my words are hill, wing, hush, and away. all from herald!

hill:

“What’s your address?” “I…” Ronald hesitates. “I don’t know, McLelland,” he says, tired as a stone rolling uphill.

wing:

[s]hush:

Ronald gives up, and swings the covers back. One call, he resolves. Just the one. If she doesn’t answer, well, that’s alright. So be it. And if she does? ‘Shush’, he tells the voice in the back of his head. It’s a favor returned. That’s all. Nothing more.

away:

Alex slept with her radio on. But she wasn’t asleep—dreams had woken her up, again. Nightmares, more than dreams. Dreams implied something the dreamer wanted, in whatever way. There was nothing Alexandrina Gates wanted less than to die like her father. In the dream, blood on the concrete, bleeding out, staring up into a sky and knowing if she died it would kill her mother and that would kill her sister, and James would blame himself and all her friends would be dead or broken within two weeks. Alexandrina rolls over in bed, shaking her head to clear the images behind her eyes. They don’t go away.

i'll tag @memento-morri-writes @reneesbooks and anyone who wants to play! your words are watch, tax, worst, and sand.

#oh nooo alexandrina #that line hits hard 😭#other people's writing

rayne143

find the word tag game!

tagged by the brilliant @cat-esper and the words i’ve been given to use are: wind, laugh, stars, and jump. all these will be taken from draft one of book 3: the thirteenth star

if you want to join in, i’m tagging @purple-dinosaur27 @inedibleparchment @askyaphelion @asterrwritess + open tag for anyone who would like to join. your words will be: believe, run, break, and rain :)

wind:

“I will help you in whatever way I can, saviour.”

I realise then that he’s never actually asked my name. Perhaps I don’t need one anymore. As I’m mulling that over, everyone else falls into a trap into a trap just as silent, and long, and whether it’s more peaceful or less I’ll never know. Fireflies flit and the stars burn. Wind teases the water and the sands yield to my digging fingertips. Everything is dark and golden, like a fireplace, only cold as ash.

laugh:

Something flashes in the corner of my eye. It’s the prayer leader, and he seems to have snapped, running through the flames to the pedestal and The Ram’s artefact. I get there just in time, grabbing his cloak and tugging him back before he can stain it with ashen hands. He yelps, tears streaming through the murk on his face, and I pull his head close to my lips.

“Zodiacs speaking,” I say, and bite back a laugh. “We think you’re all moronic.”

stars:

The smoke plays at my hair, but doesn’t dare touch me anywhere else; it knows my strength, bows to me, yields to me. And when I leave it all behind for the next stretch of my journey, I smile knowing that it will mourn me.

…The whole world should mourn what it’s done to me. But for now, I’ll settle for the sugar of satisfaction that falls from the stars, and the quiet whispers of more they promise.

jump:

My hand goes to Iriz’s shoulder. His eyes flutter open, then confusion pulls the line of his lips like a puppet. He goes to brush his shoulder where the weight is, and hits my hand, and jumps halfway to the ceiling.

“What-?” he splutters.

“Quiet,” I hiss. “You can’t see me, can you?”

#that first snippet is so atmospheric omg #that description is so pretty yet so ominous #other people's writing

winterandwords

✍🏼 Word find tag (run, power, flinch, steal)

Thanks to @cat-esper for the tag!

📝 Search for the given words in your story. If your story doesn't have a word, you can use a variation on it or a word with a similar meaning.

These are from Miles From Morning...

RUN

I run my tongue over my teeth to check none of them are missing and blink until things start to come into focus.

POWER

He’s just another piece of shit who doesn’t deserve the power he’s been given.

FLINCH AVOID (thanks, thesaurus.com)

Not that I’ve made any effort to talk to him, but he’s making all the effort to avoid giving me a chance to.

STEAL TAKE (thesaurus.com out here again doing the lord's work)

And it’s never been about looking good. It’s always about looking like I’m not going to take anyone’s shit, like it’s not worth the risk of making me angry.

Tagging @no-relief-next-to-me, @nopoodles, @oh-no-another-idea and @pertinax--loculos if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in.

The words to search your story for are CUT, SLICE, TEAR, and OPEN 💜

Reblogs, replies etc on my tag posts are always welcome, but if you're doing this tag yourself, please make your own post instead of using mine to start a reblog chain.

Want more of my writing than I post on Tumblr, with all my stories, blog posts, updates, and audio readings? Head on over to my Patreon! There's a free membership option and I'd love to welcome you to my cosy little queer fiction community 💞

#ooooh love the voice!#i sure wouldn't want to mess with him #other people's writing

Out of Context Line Tag

Thanks for the tag @dragon-swords-prophecies! I'm going to tag @sakugraphia, @sodaliteskull, and open tag :D

From The Zodiac Circuit:

“So, uh…” Hector says. “You have much experience with any of this?” “I was only activated this morning,” I say. “But I possess all the relevant information.” Some of that relevant information is on the importance of reassurance. “Right, yeah. Of course.” He’s awkward. Moreso than his file indicated. “Listen, I have a family back home, so I’m counting on you to not let me die, okay?” “Of course.” I don’t think that was as reassuring as it was supposed to be.

#out of context line tag #tag games #wip: the zodiac circuit

Friend Group Dynamic Tag

Got tagged by @sodaliteskull quite a while ago and I'll be tagging @winterandwords, @diabolical-blue, and open tag.

Answering for the main cast of Awaken Asunder Alight

1. The leader - This one goes to Stellan because while they don't have any definitive leader or anything, he's probably the most responsible one

2. The parent - Could be either Jerome or Amelie, who are equally likely to make sure everyone has snacks and adult supervision

3. The tired peacemaker - Poor Jerome somehow always gets caught in the middle trying to keep everyone happy

4. The troublemaker - Nyx and Keir are both likely to cause trouble, doubly so if they're together

5. The cinnamon roll - Amelie is a total cinnamon roll filled with anxiety and must be protected

6. The comic relief who’s secretly depressed - Nyx is definitely not hiding her pain behind a happy facade, no sir, and you certainly won't see any cracks if you look close enough

7. The quiet observer who knows everyone’s secrets - This is Stellan for sure; that man just loves to pretend he's invisible

8. The charming trickster - Nyx is probably the closest, though it's more of a friendly teasing kind of way than a prankster way

9. The strong protector - Stellan is such a protector, but he does not think he's that strong

10. The creator/ artist - Jerome is the artist of the group and is always drawing something, but this could also apply to Amelie, who plays the guitar

11. The Smart One Who Has Answers For Everything Except Social Situations - I thought long and hard but no one here knows anything about anything; they're just trying their best

12. The disaster - Everyone

13. The unpaid therapist - Jerome is here to help with everyone's problems except his own

#friend group dynamic tag #tag games #wip: awaken asunder alight

Word Find Tag

Thanks for the tag, @winterandwords! I'll be tagging @sodaliteskull, @dragon-swords-prophecies, and open tag! Your words are hill, wing, hush, and away.

My words are around, about, near, and close. These are from Awaken Asunder Alight.

Around

The shadows coalesced and slammed down over him as neatly as if he were a bug caught under a glass bowl. Jerome darted back toward the road. Slammed into something solid and took several stumbling steps back. He reached out to touch the air and his fingers glanced off an invisible wall. He could still see the trees and distantly, the headlights of his car, but it was like looking through tinted glass. He knocked on it, felt around in case there was an opening, but there was nothing. “What is this?” And then the shadows collapsed, crushing him, passing through him, taking him someplace far away.

About

With the hill looming over them and the tunnel yawning before them, Jerome couldn’t help but think they were about to descend into one of the fairy hills of myth. The earth pressed down above them, the walls close on either side. Jerome’s pulse thrummed in his throat and he forced his feet to keep going, staying in step with the others. He didn’t look back–he couldn’t look back–lest the temptation to run away become too great to resist.

Near

By the time Stellan arrived at the remnants of Chirrit Clade, his exhaustion and pain had started to catch up to him; he’d forgotten his bag and the painkillers with it. He was just going to have to cope. Eventide swooped low over the trees and came in to land near the moth hill. Stellan slid off, landed on his bad foot, and immediately crumpled. Fuck. He wasn’t going to be able to fight in this state. He used his crutch and Eventide to pull himself back up. Hobbled toward the moth hill, his heart in his throat. Wondered if he was already too late.

Close

Jerome sat up and pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry I couldn’t find you. I’m sorry I didn’t see it.” He held her so tightly, he was afraid to let her go. “I thought it would get better,” she gasped. “It’s been so long but I still can’t breathe.” Jerome’s heart squeezed and he wished he knew what to say. He tried to figure out what words Dr. Gray would’ve used except they wouldn’t be his, they wouldn’t be real. He wished he could just close his eyes and the perfect words would come to him that would make everything better. He wasn’t sure if such words even existed.

General taglist: @thatrandomlemononyourcounter1, @teacupsandstarlight, @ark-inkweaving

Awaken Asunder Alight taglist: @wingedcatastrophe

#word find tag #tag games #wip: awaken asunder alight

Manuscript Search Tag

I was tagged by @dragon-swords-prophecies and I'll be tagging @winterandwords, @ark-inkweaving, and open tag! Your words are run, power, flinch, and steal

My words are fall, tired, lost, and time. Since I've been hard at work editing The Zodiac Circuit book 1, that's where I'll pull them from.

Fall

“So if I told you to kill yourself, would you do it?” “If the situation required it and there were no conflicting priorities, I am equipped with a self-destruct program that would wipe my hard drive and fry my circuitry. It’s a failsafe in the event I fall into enemy hands.” Rhys didn’t know what to make of that. “Was that a command?” Rhys blinked, the horror of that power overwhelming the part of her that would’ve been glad to be rid of him. “No, that’s not a command,” she said hastily. Sighed. Was it her imagination or did he seem…relieved?

Tired

She’d thought coming out here would help her clear her mind, but the same old worries just kept going around and around in her mind, leading her nowhere. With a sigh, she headed back inside. She wasn’t tired. Maybe a walk would do her good. Or better yet, a run. She needed to get out from behind Casax Mort’s suffocating walls. Not just that, she wanted to get out of this damn tin can and go somewhere where neither her family nor the Eye could see her. Unfortunately, that was never an option.

Lost

“Your father was willing to throw everything away,” Carmady said. “He would have destroyed this family and he was willing to drag you and your brother into his schemes. You would have lost everything, Rhys. I had to stop him. But it’s not too late for you. We can put all of this behind us. We can fix this.” She held out a hand, her expression softening. “Please, let’s just…let’s go back to the house.” Rhys wanted to. Spirits, she just wanted this all to have been a dream. She wanted everything to go back to the way it was. She’d even take boring family functions and Church duty if it meant she could just stay. But her hands were still covered in her father’s blood.

Time

“Rhys, your respiratory levels are starting to concern me. Are you alright?" Jonathan’s voice broke through the train wreck of her thoughts. “He died because of me…didn’t he? Because of that signal…” “If you hadn’t found it, someone else would have.” “He thought he was running out of time. I shouldn’t have…” “Take a deep breath. You can fix this.” Rhys wiped at her eyes before more tears could fall and tried to take a deep breath. It came in too quick and went out too shaky. “How?” “You know where the battery is. So get there before your family does.” It sounded so simple. It was anything but. “It’s in Upside. That place is crawling with wights. There’s no way we’d survive the journey.” Only after saying it did she realize she’d said we instead of I.

General taglist: @thatrandomlemononyourcounter1, @teacupsandstarlight, @ark-inkweaving

#manuscript search tag #tag games #wip: the zodiac circuit

takofukkatsumi

Reblog this and tell me what was your biggest crying over a piece of fiction. You can be vague if you don't want to spoil.

#i'm such a crybaby when it comes to fiction #but it's definitely the clair obscur act 1 ending #traumatized me for life #though i cried off and on throughout the entire game lol

Acrostic Tag Game

Thanks for tagging, @dragon-swords-prophecies! I'm gonna tag @magic-is-something-we-create, @wingedcatastrophe, and open tag. Your word is HOPEFUL

My word is LUCKY and these are all from Awaken Asunder Alight.

L - “Let’s go find out.” Stellan pushed himself to his feet and shouldered his bag, Eventide still clinging to the top of it.

U - Unlike Jerome, she never felt the need to fill in silence, not afraid to be alone with her own thoughts.

C - Charlotte had been upset and shivering and he’d taken the photo to show their parents, angling it to catch them both in the shot and he’d said something jokingly which had made her roll her eyes and laugh despite being the wettest, saddest teenager on Earth.

K - Kim’s face broke into a hesitant smile and then he called over his shoulder, “Hey Tavann! They’re back! Shavara’s Chosen are back!”

Y - Yelling was a pastime of theirs, or at least something Charlotte had gotten from their mother. Or perhaps Helen had gotten it from her.

General taglist: @thatrandomlemononyourcounter1, @teacupsandstarlight, @ark-inkweaving

Awaken Asunder Alight taglist: @wingedcatastrophe

#acrostic tag #tag games #wip: awaken asunder alight

Acrostic Tag Game

Got tagged by @sodaliteskull and I'll be tagging @diabolical-blue, @revenantlore, and whoever else wants to do it. Your word is SENTIENT

My word is OVERDUE and I'm pulling from The Zodiac Circuit

O - “Okay.” Rhys averted her gaze. “Okay.” She wasn’t sure if she said it in agreement or just to fill the silent space between them.

V - Violet splashed across her vision and she crumpled in a heap on the ground, her ears ringing. Her entire body tingled as sensation flooded back.

E - Every time she reached for an answer, it just led her back to all the solutions she’d already thrown out. Go to the Eye. Ask Noema for help. Beg her grandmother to take her back. No, no, and definitely no.

R - Rhys stared at Jonathan while trying not to die inside.

D - “Dad’s last words to me were to activate you. For whatever good that does. Sentient machines can’t be trusted. But he told me to take your key tag while he was bleeding to death in my arms. It was not a fair trade.”

U - Uncle Salvada spotted her before she could sneak away again and she was forced to endure his arm around her shoulder as he steered her toward the group.

E - Even if she renounced her father’s actions and begged for forgiveness, they would never take her back.

General taglist: @thatrandomlemononyourcounter1, @teacupsandstarlight, @ark-inkweaving

#acrostic tag #tag games #wip: the zodiac circuit

Word Find Tag

Thanks for the tag, @winterandwords! I'm going to tag @moonrabbitwriter, @rayne143, and open tag! Your words are wind, laugh, stars, and jump

My words are throw, catch, hold, and drop

Throw

Jerome gasped in mock affront, stooped to tear some of the long grass free, and threw it at her. It fell woefully short, the breeze wafting it back at him. Nyx laughed. “You throw like an old man.” “Listen, when you get to be my age–” She threw more grass at him. A piece stuck to his mouth and he sputtered and wiped it off.

Catch

She tried to spot Laurette and Sylvain, but gave up and tried to focus on the microphone instead, adjusting it down as she sat. “This is–” She stopped, had to lean in more so the mic would catch her voice. “This is for my mother. And for lost friends.” She settled down, put her fingers to the guitar, and started to play. There was a moment where she thought she’d forgotten–had to remind herself what chord the song started with, repeating it over and over in her head for at least an hour before coming up here–but her fingers found their positions. They seemed to move on their own, remembering the song so she didn’t have to.

Hold

Amélie wasn’t quite sure how the Wish worked, but she recalled seeing one used and tried to copy what Radda had done. She prayed this would work. As Maman watched her curiously, she moved her hands over to her chest, right above her heart. Visualized what she wanted more than anything in the world, imagined grabbing hold of all the threads lowering her mother’s body into the ground and yanked them back.

Drop

Jerome lost all track of what was happening as Flare ascended, wings fluttering wildly on either side of him. He flattened himself against her fur–please don’t drop me!–and squeezed his eyes shut as his stomach lurched. He missed when Flare was too small to ride, when she clung to his clothes with barbed legs and slept on his chest; she was so much less scary then. Now she rose and dipped and for a terrifying moment, he thought they were falling, but then she rose again. When enough seconds passed and he hadn’t fallen, he chanced a look. With every dip of her wings, he could see clear sky around them, gray clouds skudding across blue. Treetops appeared and disappeared rhythmically. It sure looked like everything was fine but he couldn’t shake the awful feeling in his gut. It didn’t help that Flare’s flying couldn’t be called smooth; more like bobbing. Jerome's heart lodged in his throat. But she didn’t let him fall.

General taglist: @thatrandomlemononyourcounter1, @teacupsandstarlight, @ark-inkweaving

Awaken Asunder Alight taglist: @wingedcatastrophe

#word find tag #tag games #wip: awaken asunder alight

Nine Lines Tag

I was tagged for this by @winterandwords a long, long time ago and I'm gonna tag @leahnardo-da-veggie, @starwright, and open tag for anyone else who wants to share nine lines XD

“That’s cheating!” Keir exclaimed. “That’s what someone who wants you dead would do.” Astor withdrew the sword and held out a hand. Stellan looked at it and then accepted the help, letting Astor draw him back to his feet and get his balance back, leaning on the crutch. “They’re right. I’ll have to remember that.” Astor handed him back his sword and he turned to face Jerome and the others only to find they were all staring at him, not hiding their astonishment. Regardless of how that fight had ended, it had been an impressive spectacle. Stellan shrugged. “Fencing club,” he explained.

General taglist: @thatrandomlemononyourcounter1, @teacupsandstarlight, @ark-inkweaving

Awaken Asunder Alight taglist: @wingedcatastrophe

#nine lines tag #tag games #wip: awaken asunder alight

sodaliteskull

Specified Lines Tag

Look, okay, I let things pile up a bit, so it's under the cut because it got a little long!

Passing the tag along to @author-a-holmes, @axl-ul, @bi-focal12, @byjillianmaria, @cat-esper, @cheshirewrites, @inadequatecowboy, @kitcatling, @lamuradex, @magnus-sm-writes, @moltenwrites, @nerasnotes, @no-relief-next-to-me, @nossumusstellae, @rayne143, @rhikasa, @roselinbooks, @rosesonneptune, @savvyminnow, @theheartofsanlobato, @thesorcerersapprentice, @toribookworm22, @traderotales, @vyuntspakhkite-writes, as well as an OPEN TAG if anyone's got a hankering!

If you're getting in on this, your lines to find will be:

A line between friends

Something to do with fire/heat

A line that's going to be significant much later

A lie

#choosing violence right out the gate with that first line ouch #ooooh ominous villain pov who hates punctuation that's exciting XD #other people's writing

dragon-swords-prophecies

manuscript search tag

from @akindofmagictoo! thank you!! my words are blue, dawn, garden, compose. All from herald!

Blue:

Ronald gets as far as putting on pajamas—narrow blue and white vertical stripes—and then he’s back at the little chair beside the phone, again. This proceeds for another hour, and then another two, and Ronald goes to bed but he can’t get the idea out of his head. He stares into the darkness. She warned you, goes the voice in the back of his mind. You should do the same.

Dawn:

“Mhm.” Amelia shivers. “Spooky.” “Very,” Leo agrees. The lights aren’t on yet. None of them—only what early dawn streams in through the skylight. Not much.

Garden:

The gates to Broadview Public Garden—an ambitious name for a patch of grass with a small stream, half a dozen trees, and not much else—were closed. A sign said they closed at sunset, but Mary spent half her youth breaking in there.

Compose decomposing:

Soon, it’ll join the decomposing pile of a decade of his daughter’s writings.

Tagging (no pressure!) @memento-morri-writes @gaslightwestern @cat-esper and anyone who wants to play! your words are fall, tired, lost and time.

#ooooh these are intriguing #especially that last one 👀#other people's writing

encrucijada

LAS CABEZAS DEL DIOS by ester cuervos

aka THE GOD'S HEADS

✹ genre: soft high fantasy ✹ category: adult ✹ pov: first person retrospective

✹ themes & tone: the horror of emptiness, co-habitation with divinity, the weight of duty, destiny, loneliness, confrontation of day and night

a b o u t : a woman is willfully banished to the land of her ancestors as part of an ancient ritual. her duty is, first, to keep in check the god her people created after failing to worship the original god of the land; and second, to manage the beings known as prodigies. caeleste is just the latest witness in a line of them and solitude has been her destiny since birth. the empty land and the watchful gods have been waiting for her.

#this is atmospheric and cool as hell #other people's wips

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