Maybe It’s Canon

Interacts from @biron-ore • compendium of nonsense • OCs are Theodore, Craig and Sylvia (Untitled) and Jezebelle (The Saint’s Dollhouse) • features appearances of OCs that belong to @elizababie

[biron-ore]

My formal introduction to Writeblr

Hello, shit that sounds to formal

Hey! Chill OUT you don’t KNOW THESE PEOPLE

‘Sup. *facepalm* shit too laid back

*notices u staring* *nuzzles up to you* UwU DO YOU WANT TO GET BLOCKED???? DO YOU??????

*sigh*

I’m Reina. I like to throw spaghetti at my wall and see what sticks.

You can find most of my blurbs over at @nonsenseramble

One of my OCs has his own blog over at @teddiiandii

I’m a parent and general disaster but every now and then I may have large bursts of activity.

I have paid for an education in writing but I’m only just now putting it to use. I’m working on self publishing an autobiographical collection of poems. The title is Faith, Love & Grape Juice. If you want to learn a bit more about it, check out my pinned post or my TikTok or Instagram. Check out my Beacons to sign up for an email list. The first 150 people to do so get a free signed ARC.

Otherwise I just write what makes me happy in the moment. I have a couple WIPs😅

Stay tuned I guess???

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Little Red Writing Hoods Writing Exercise!

Today's prompt was: Write about someone who is learning to recognize and take credit for their own achievements.

I'm not gonna lie, this one hit me so hard in the C-PTSD that I couldn't even apply this to any of my WIPs or create a scenario around it. Instead, I just wrote about myself.

Brainstorming: 10 minutes

Writing: 30 minutes

Word count: 407

TW: mentions of narcissism, gaslighting, parentification, traumatizing events

I’ve always been the caretaker, the giver, the one to prioritize the many over myself. I have trained myself to mask my emotions and only react to the situation pragmatically. I can quickly analyze the ever growing list of choices that make up Life’s Butterfly Effect and choose the path that leads to the best possible outcome. I’m The Mom Friend, The Void, The Therapist, The Virgo, The Supply.

I was raised by a narcissist. It took until I was 15 years old to realize something wasn’t right. It took another 5 years for me to get out. Then, another 5 years passed before I could actually process what I went through healthily. I was never rewarded for the good things I achieved; those were expected, if not required, of me. One misstep in the wrong direction often would lead to days, weeks, or years of constant berating. I couldn’t make mistakes, I knew they would be viewed as purposeful attempts to anger my mother.

It’s been just over a year since I went no-contact with my mother. In that time, I’ve been able to work on myself and focus on my family. I wrote a book about my experiences. It was the first creative work I had completed in over a decade. I’ve reconnected with my family, not only to get to know them, but to also learn the truth behind so many other situations. I’ve rebuilt myself into someone I’m entirely happy existing as. It’s not easy, especially given the broken spirit I started with. Years of therapy, medications, self reflection; days where all I could do is cry (or worse, days I couldn’t cry); all the time I spent self reflecting on myself.

“You do the best with the information that you have.” Even though most of the information I used to operate from was a lie, I still believe I made the best choice in every horrible situation I faced. I graduated college twice while still under the thumb of constant negging and oppression. I found real, unconditional love when I had no idea what that looked like. I made the choice to leave my mother’s house and I did so well for myself that moving back there was never an option. It didn’t need to be, because I’m stronger than I ever gave myself credit for. I know that now, and I do my best everyday to remind myself of that truth.

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Little Red Writing Hoods Writing Challenge!

Book Club meeting for the Little Red Writing Hoods server~

Task: Write a story based on a photograph!

For today's meeting we sent a photo to another member for them to write a story on. @joinourbookclub sent me the picture above!

Time brainstorming: 10 minutes

Time writing 30 minutes

I've never written anything like this before and needed an extra like 15 minutes to finish it but here you go!

Ashe steps lightly over the fallen leaves of the forest. Her temper, though well controlled, is still enough to warm the space around her and possibly cause a blaze. She focuses her mind to remember her destination and sashays her way around trees and brush. She knows this path well as she’s traveled it time and time again to visit Juniper. She frets over showing up at an inconvenient time. Usually she’ll send a messenger ahead so Juniper knows to expect her. Other times she whispered her letters into the babbling brook or the cool summer’s breeze to carry her words along. Nevertheless, today’s events left no time for forewarning.

Ashe approaches a lake surrounded by weeping willow trees. She takes a moment to observe how still everything seems to be. The pit in her stomach reminds her to keep moving. Walking parallel to the bank of the shore, Ashe lazily trails her hands through the willows damp tendrils. She hums to herself a well rehearsed tune while doing so waiting for just the right tree to hear her call.

Just ahead, a willow parts her leaves like curtains to reveal Juniper’s alcove. Ashe strides a bit too quickly through the portal and trips over a slightly exposed root. She quickly turns to apologize to the willow before hastily walking to Juniper’s front gate.

Ashe see’s Juniper just on the other side of her fence, tending to her small flower garden. As Ashe approaches, Juniper see’s her out of her periphery and stands to open the gate. Not a moment later Ashe runs through the gate and directly into Juniper’s arms and begins to sob.

Juniper holds Ashe tight against her chest, allowing a few moments to pass to allow Ashe to mellow. Juniper pulls away and looks Ashe in the eyes. She uses a tender hand to wipe away Ashe’s tears.

“What happened?” Juniper whispers.

“Juniper my parents they–,” Ashe coughs as another wave of sobbing tries to overcome her, “We got into an argument. They threatened my throne!”

“What? Why?” Juniper’s voice cracks and the earth beneath them quakes ever so slightly.

Ashe covers her mouth with one hand as if to keep her words inside her, “They want an heir.” Juniper stands rock solid. She starts connecting the dots as to why Ashe came unannounced. Juniper grabs both of Ashe’s hands and pulls them close to her chest.

“If they know you came here, you will be exiled.” Juniper’s voice barely comes as a whisper now. Even inside her alcove, there are ears everywhere. Ashe, still trying to compose herself, lets out a half giggle. What Juniper said wasn’t funny, but just the thought the Juniper thinks Ashe cares about her place in the castle made her laugh.

“If you offer me refuge, they will cast you out as well.” Ashe coos through a smirk. Juniper smiles back and kisses the middle point between Ashe’s hands.

“Indeed,” whispers the wind. Ashe and Juniper look up and see Nubia resting against the fence post. Both girls relax into relief. “Disobeying royalty, at best, is worth a charge of treason. I’m sure you know what the worst case scenario is, Ashe.”

Ashe nods solemnly, training her gaze to the ground. “Where could we go? How could we find a place where we wouldn’t be found?” Ashe swings her gaze between Juniper and Nubia, all three nymphs lost in thought.

Nubia snaps her fingers in triumph. Leaving her place at the fence, she grabs both Juniper and Ashe by the forearms and leads them to the alcove’s exit. Nubia pulls the girls toward the lake and kneels next to the rising tide.

“Coral? Are you there?” Nubia asks her reflection. The moments pass by all to slow without a response. Juniper and Ashe share a concerned look. Nubia reaches her hand just below the surface and assists Coral from the water. Juniper and Ashe breathe a sigh of relief.

Coral takes one look at the three girls and chuckles. “I’m supposing it’s time then?” She asks while putting her hand on her hip.

“We don’t know where we can go. There aren’t many places that have mortals that look like we do,” Nubia explains.

Coral thinks for a moment, her face slowly falling into unsureness. “Would you be willing to appear mortal?”

“You know as well as all of us that we can’t do that,” Juniper snaps.

“Well, that’s not necessarily true,” Ashe says, drawing the attention of the other three girls. “We can forfeit our immortality.” None of the girls respond. Coral nods her head slowly, already understanding the gravity of the situation. Juniper’s face swings between several phases of grief.

“Fine, I’ll do it if Ashe does it,” Nubia declares sternly. “If it means we can all stay together, I’d rather have one life with all of you than an eternity without love.” Ashe moves to grab Nubia’s hand, pulling her in for a kiss on the cheek. Coral stands behind Ashe and Nubia and hugs them around the neck. Juniper gazes longingly back at the entrance to her alcove. She releases a sigh and turns back to their girlfriends. She smiles and joins the group hug.

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Timed Writing Challenge!

A few other and myself from @joinourbookclub rolled the dice and were given "sleeping during danger" and "a place where it is comfortable to be alone" as a combination prompt! Thank you @chaoticstupidbird for providing these prompts!

Brainstorming: 10 Minutes

Writing: 30 Minutes

I hope you enjoy!

The Reaper sits cross-legged in the window sill. Behind her the sky rains ash and dust of The Dead. This event has everyone in her profession pulling overtime. It wouldn’t be so bad if the capacity limit wasn’t so close to being exceeded. Still, The Reaper sits apathetic and otherwise very bored waiting for her current retrieval to slip just enough into their own darkness to acknowledge her presence.

He’s fighting pretty hard. The Reaper observes the labored breaths the man makes. His eyes are glazed over with tears and blood and unbridled determination. He’s crawling, gripping his chest in an effort to force air back into his draining blood. His ultimate destination is the window. It’s the only exit available since the rest of his small condo was caved by the impact. He doesn’t realize he’s looking directly into the eyes of The Reaper. 

One more half shuffle towards The Reaper is enough to exert too much force on his already broken body. He collapses – quite unceremoniously – and wheezes and wheezes and wheezes. The Reaper knows his airway is clogged with smoke and blood and tears and calls for his mother. All that manages to leave his mouth is a gross splattering of blood and his final breath.

The Reaper drops a leg off the edge of the window sill and looks into the eyes of Craig Anderson. According to The Reaper’s logs, he’s 42. Had a wife, a kid, and zero empathy. His cold eyes stare back into her nothingness.

“Did you deserve to die?” The Reaper has to ask. The answers have to be reported to the Bureau. Craig bolts upright with agility he has never possessed, especially in the last 5 minutes. He clammors backwards, hitting his back on fallen debris. His eyes flit from his lifeless body to The Reaper to the burning world just beyond. His head swivels from his blood stained bed to his unfinished beer and still smoldering pipe. Nowhere can he find his voice.

The Reaper slides out of the window and approaches Craig, careful to step around his body. Even though he’s cornered he still searches for a way out. The Reaper stops just in front of Craig and lowers down to his level. “Did you deserve to die?”

Craig manages a small shake of his head. The Reaper sighs and drops her head between her knees. Why must they always be so scared? She runs a frustrated hand over her face and looks back up at her assignment. “Use your words. We can’t get out of here until you do and I have a long list of others waiting.” 

Craig chokes on nothing. The seconds tick tick tick past until it clicks. He’s dead. He’s dead? He’s pissed. “Of course I didn’t! Who the fuck are you to ask?”

The Reaper tilts her head slightly. The bold ones are fun to toy with. She would entertain this more if there weren’t more pressing matters to attend to. She stands to her full height and gazes down at Craig. With a wave of her hand she materializes a scythe. She allows the full weight of the weapon to pound the ground and smiles wickedly at Craig.

“I, dear boy,” The Reaper raises the scythe parallel to her arm, “am the one who sends you to those who decide if that is true.”

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Find The Word Tag!

Thank you for tagging me! You can check out @indecentpause's post here!

The words I was given were: desert, stream, tree, snow, and rain

I'm gonna mix it up a bit bc my three wips aren't...super long? I'll start with Theodore because we actually do have the word "rain" in his wip. After that, I'm going to cmd/ctrl + F the keywords until it tells me there's 0 out of 0 results. Then I will backspace one letter until a result does come up and I'll share the first excerpt.

Without further ado!

Rain

Theodore stares at the gray skies. His umbrella cries the tears that he can’t. Theo watches the droplets drip drip drop into the grave and considers the irony that it’s pouring rain today. Of course it’s raining today. It’s been pouring everyday. Figuratively, emotionally, physically. Downpour.

Desert Deserve

Residing atop Belle’s palm, The Spider looks to The Reaper for guidance. Belle rises up tall and confident and full of grace and mercy.  “Did you deserve to die?” she asks with a sorrowful lilt.  The Spider doesn’t react. The Spider doesn’t move. The Reaper doesn’t react. The Reaper doesn’t move.

Stream Strength

The Maintenance Man knocks gently on her front door, “The Reaper? I’m back to fix your wall.” “It’s still open.” Belle's voice comes quietly, definitely not the same strength she had before.

Tree True

Light takes a careful step towards Time. They read them from head to toe, almost as if looking through them. Time’s stature doesn’t give away their true sense of anticipation and nervousness.

Snow Snake

Belle lays defeated in her bed. Today she has learned that her ceiling has approximately 64 tiles (though she’s not certain because some are not full tiles). The weight on her chest feels heavy enough to cave in the bed beneath her and the floor beneath it. She wonders if The Python and The Snake would mind having a sunlight window. Maybe they would just be mad that they no longer have a roof. Regardless, any scenario would be easier to handle than whatever the fuck is happening right now.

And there we have it! I hope you don't mind the way I improvised, I haven't put a lot of the story down on paper yet.

Gentle tags to @dyrewrites @fleurtygurl @inkspellangel @aledradio @allison-dedecker + Open Tag!

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Author Ask Tag Game!

Thanks for the tag @mthollowell-writes Your plot and story seem phenomenal! I can't wait to see more!

Check out their response!

Since I have a few WIPs going on, I'm gonna focus on the one I most recently have worked on. The WIP in question is my Gods of Creation piece and you can learn more about it under the #wip: gods of creation tag on my blog!

What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it? The main lesson I think I want to achieve with this piece isn't one that's really meant for readers outside of myself. It's an exploration of checks and balances as well as what a creation deity will do when given near complete control of their creations. I want to explore what exactly it means to be an infinite being co-existing with finite creations.

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)? This story actually started off as a Final Fantasy XIV fanfiction about mine and my husband's characters. Though, it's slowly morphed into a huge, multifaceted fantasy piece that requires so much more thought and planning.

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person? Currently, I have 5 planned MCs for this piece. Each one is meant to represent different aspects of morality. I don't really plan for there to be a "good guy" or "bad guy". Morally, everything is a bit scuffed depending on who you'd ask.

How many chapters is your story going to have? Far too many. But right now I only have 3. I don't generally make outlines because that kind of structure usually will pigeon hole me. I like to just freely create as I go and use outside voices and beta readers to assist with the editing process. If I were to make an outline though, I'd imagine the story having upwards of maybe 15-20ish chapters? So about the size of a novella.

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it? Original content! Though I can't deny that the themes have already been explored many times over in the past. I plan to post little wip updates on this blog (I meant to a while ago but I can't keep a thought in my head for more than 2.7 seconds)

When and why did you start writing? I've always used writing as a form of expression. I can remember writing down little story ideas and showing them to my friends at school. I received a lot a good feedback and would often jot down the first few paragraphs of a story I thought of to save for later. Unfortunately, life put a severe halt on my writing hobby, so I'm only just now getting back into it

Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow? A very common piece of advice is: "You can't edit a blank page." I hold that true to my heart, but even more than that, I believe that the stories you write should make nobody else happy but you. Write your silly little scenes, your clunky dialogue, your plot hole infested flash fiction. Just write it. Even if it's a single line writing prompt or a full chapter. Write it.

On to the (gentle low pressure) tags! I'm sorry if you've already been tagged. @repressed-and-depressed @stanrendipity @stesierra @mjparkerwriting + Open Tag!

And the very very aggressive tag to @elizababie

[microsff]

As I stared into the Abyss, I became aware the Abyss was staring back at me. "What are you looking at?" I said. "You," the Abyss replied. "You are fascinating. I have never seen anyone like you before." I blushed. "I bet you say that to everyone." "I do. And it is always true."

[ohifonlyx33]

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Reblog if you're comfortable receiving crabs on Crab Day (July 29th) so all your beloved followers know who they can comfortably crab on crab day (July 29th) without feeling nervous about crabbing someone 9n Crab Day (July 29th).

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[befuddled-calico-whump]

✨Content Tagging Guide✨

disclaimer: this is not directed at anyone, nor was it sparked because I've seen anyone mistagging anything. I just like lists and I'm going to make it everyone's problem :)

So you wanna write a story with darker themes, but are mayhaps a little uncertain about all the different content warnings you've seen.

Not to worry! Hopefully this quick guide will clear things up. To illustrate each level, I'm going to use macaroni and cheese as the content example. Without further ado...

cw: macaroni and cheese

^^this warning is very general. It tells the reader the content will show up at some point within the text, but doesn't specify the detail, use, or extent.

cw: macaroni and cheese (mentioned)

They drove through town, past the busy main street, and the factory where the local brand of macaroni and cheese got its packaging.

This warning tells readers the content will be mentioned; maybe in dialogue, or in a description, but not explored in detail.

cw: macaroni and cheese (discussed)

"I'm lactose intolerant," he said. "So I can't---well, I shouldn't eat stuff like that."

"But you did anyway?" they pressed. "I'm sorry, just... How did it feel? After?"

"Awful. I really should've listened to my common sense and ordered something besides mac and cheese."

As you'd expect, this warning tells the reader that the content will be discussed, either in conversation, or through a character's thoughts. Discussions can involve the moral implications of the content, how the content fits within the world, philosophies relating to the content, and the emotional or lasting effects of the content on a character.

cw: macaroni and cheese (referenced)

He tapped her shoulder. "Hey, I didn't see you after work yesterday, you okay?"

"Fine now," she said, shrugging. "I just had a bad batch of mac and cheese for lunch."

Very similar to "mentioned", this warning often implies a non-explicit, non-graphic mention of the content.

cw: macaroni and cheese (implied)

He frowned down at the bowl, then averted his eyes, appetite lost by the gooey yellow mass inside, and the heavy, creamy smell wafting off it.

This warning tells readers that the content is not outright stated, but the character's reactions and actions imply what's going on. If you could remove the context from the scene/paragraph in question and make it look like something else is happening, you probably have implied content. Note that there is a difference between simply "implied", and "heavily implied".

cw: macaroni and cheese (fade to black)

She took her seat at the table, queasiness building in her stomach. Her least-favorite food was to be served, and while she knew it would be rude to decline it, she wasn't looking forward to lunch. As the dreaded bowl was placed before her, she picked up the fork, and plunged it in.

Similar to implied, but instead of carrying on through the scene the content takes place in, fade to black builds up to the moment, and stops, often transitioning to the next scene before the content is given any kind of detail.

cw: macaroni and cheese (non-explicit)

For lunch, he was served a bowl of mac and cheese, one of his least favorite meals. He choked it down anyway, and hoped he wouldn't get an upset stomach.

This tells the reader the content will be present in some form, but not described in detail. It may have some active bearing on the character or plot, but won't be particularly graphic. While the character may be emotionally affected after the fact, the content itself is glossed over.

cw: macaroni and cheese (explicit)

The bowl was placed in front of him, steam still rising from the substance inside. He knew what it was before he looked. Mac and cheese. And he'd have to devour the entire bowl of it. He lifted the first forkful, strands of yellow cheese trailing from squishy curved noodles, all the way back into the bowl, even as he raised it to his mouth. Damn, it was extra cheesy. He knew his lactose intolerance just wouldn't hold up.

This is often used as the heaviest warning, telling readers that the content and the characters' reactions to it will be described in detail.

Again, this was something I mostly just wrote for fun, and to dramatize mac and cheese but I do hope someone out there finds it helpful. Let me know if there's a type I missed! :)

[dyrewrites]

Heads up Seven Up Tag

@stanrendipity got me with this one. I know it's supposed to be the last seven lines/sentences, but I never know how to count the dialogue tags and there's a lot of short sentences in this one. >.>

So here's "close enough" to the last seven lines I wrote for Pale Blood;

“You would walk into that madness with me,” She whispered to KB as Kiki nuzzled into her knee, drawing her hands to her furry head, “you both would, wouldn’t you?” If she hadn’t feared for their safety in the wild, hungry woods, she would take them. They were her true friends, after all. Her only friends.  Or are they? The thought was slow, quiet and mingled with heavy doubt. She had another. A friend not covered in fur, or reliant on her for food and shelter. One who had displayed respect, affection and, recently, genuine concern. Better still he had magic in him, for what else could keep him whole despite what he admitted to being.  Odea sighed and laid back to stare at the ceiling, wincing at the pointy weight of cat feet on her chest and stomach, “I could never ask him.” But she would.

Leaving the tag open, as I think I've tagged all my mutuals enough in these things lately, so just do it if you wanna do it.

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Person A: "I don't understand why they all think I'm evil, I've never attacked them first, I always act in self defence! ...You know I'm a good person, don't you (Person B)?"

Person B: "...Sure."

Person A: "...I'm not sure whether I should be concerned or offended by how long that took you to answer."

[reamous23]

Found an old flashfic I wrote about the memed Area 51 raid of 2019

“A few very brave or very stupid individuals did show up in Nevada on that day in July. They were immediately confronted by armed guards yelling for them to get down on the ground, of course, and while most of them complied with the orders, one exceptionally zealous individual rushed a guard with a baseball bat and took a swing. He was promptly shot down.

“This led to panic, as you would expect, and scores of men and women who had never experienced combat any closer than their TV screens believed they were going to be killed by the soldiers standing around them, unaware that the soldier who fired his weapon had ultimately shot the man by accident. Like cornered animals line up for slaughter, they simply watched as the parched desert sand drank their compatriot’s blood beneath that summer sun.

“Then they fought back.

Keep reading

[stesierra]

What horrible Natural (Or mostly natural) disaster has happened that shaped your world? If you have one

Does an army of the undead count as a natural disaster?? No? How about a godlike being bringing everyone who died in the last two years back to life?? No? A deliberately started plague??

Huh. Guess I'm not big on the natural part.

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Heads-Up, Seven-Up

Tagged by @squarebracket-trick! Thank you for the tag!!!

The last few lines I wrote were for my Gods of Creation WIP. I spent far too long smash typing this out at 1:00-2:00AM, but I still am pretty in love with how it came out. (Okay these aren't the last seven lines per se, more so the last seven little...uh...breaks? Paragraphs? Idk man)

“What do you mean by ‘sustenance’?” Time ask quizzically. “Well…we are able to exist idly. We can create others like us, just like how you created me. However, I’m…different.” Life pauses a moment, reflecting on themself. “I’m not sure I can create beings like you two can. Not yet, anyway. The beings I can create cannot just idly exist without a source to keep them going. That’s what this is for.” Life uses their thumb and middle finger to flick the wet substance toward Light. Little bubbles waft through the empty space. As they approach Light, the circumference of the bubbles slowly diminishes to nothing. Time and Light both look at Life perplexed. “I’m not sure I’m following, dear,” Light says with a slight chuckle. “This is all very confusing, but I am curious.” “It’s a life force. A sort of fuel to replenish lifespan. As long as they have this, they shall continue on living.” Light points at the star. “And this one. It’s not for the beings, but for their home. It’s warm and bright. It reminds me of how I felt when I first saw Light. I felt protected. I felt safe. I want them to feel that emotion as well.” Light tilts their head, their heart swelling with pride. Life had obviously inherited their compassion and Time’s wisdom. “So, what are they called?” Light asks. Life hesitates, but only for for a moment. “In honor of Time, The Sage Deity, their life-force shall be called ‘water’. In honor of Light, The Antecedent Deity, their star will be named the Sun. These two creations shall harbor living beings in, around and among them. And so it is.” “And so it is,” Time and Light echo in unison. And so it was.

Tagging: @elizababie, @dyrewrites, @mthollowell-writes, @stanrendipity, @stesierra + Open Tag! (I'm still learning everyones blog url's so y'all gotta work with me here >.<)

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I think about these tags a lot @elizababie

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It’s amazing how I made this blog years and years ago but only when I start using it as a way to shit post my shitty little three line one shots with characters that have barely existed outside of my brain, I start to understand why I love writing so much.

The community on Writblr is so supportive and beautifully unhinged and I cannot overstate how much fun it is to continuously rot my brain into oblivion over all of y’all’s WIPs

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Let's start with 18. Which of your ocs would survive if you put all of them into a hunger games situation?

But the question is between all wips. Which would become superior? No magic is allowed. Everyone in the same field

No magiccccccc...oof

If we pull all of everyone down to a base power level, I'd have to say that it would most definitely not be Theo or any of his associated cast. They have very little self preservation and were they to be put in the ring, they'd most likely be out in the first 5 minutes.

My Gods of Creation cast would probably be similar to The Careers from the original HG series. They'd partner up and survive together, picking off weaker opponents and generally be menaces. However if they were to make it all the way to the end together, they would quickly fall apart as a unit. The constant air of distrust would drive most of them to insanity and the rest to some....extreme decisions

In this scenario, I would award Belle the Superlatives of 'Most Likely to Survive the Hunger Games'. Her resourcefulness and tendency to plan her life down to the second would suggest that she's spent a shit ton of time strategizing before The Games. She also has a spicy attitude so she would run alone in favor of not having to break any hearts (or bones)

BONUS: Nova would be her district partner (which breaks the one boy and one girl rule but oh well). With Nova in the ring, if Belle doesn't make it to the end (unlikely) she would probably eviscerate the entire rest of the competition on sheer will power alone.