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Nine Lines Nine People tag

tagged by @oh-no-another-idea (thank you cass!!!) grabbed a selection from midway through BIRCHLORN for this one ^.^

The intrepid Song Yanze and Jing Gangde, it seems, are equally as affected, because after a few hours of walking, Jing Gangde says, "There's a town a dozen li or so away that we can stay for the night." "The wind isn't that bad," Song Yanze says, mildly, though it sounds like a token protest. Jing Gangde gives her a glare. Bai Hua wonders if this is a common occurrence between them—they certainly seem very practised. She thinks of Jing Gangde saying ascetic with a lilt to it. Jing Gangde raises a brow. "And you're a great oak," she says. "Spare some mercy for the rest of us humble wheat stalks." Song Yanze's lips twitch. "I wasn't aware that the Jing sect cultivated grasses," she says. Bai Hua, without meaning to, laughs.

— chapter six: in which our intrepid protagonist begins her journey

tagging: @onirique-writes @acertainmoshke @elkieselkiewrites @tryingtimi @theroseempress @mrbexwrites @daisywords @seastarblue @kiki-is-writing and an open tag! (no pressure to anyone on this list of course!)

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tagged by @wrose-writes (thanks for the tag!). i............haven't written anything in like a week, but here's a little excerpt from one of the birchlorn extras ^.^

Before long, Jing Ya's own eyes flutter open as she wakes. When her gaze focuses on Bai Hua's face, she says, muzzily, reaching out with clumsy fingers to stroke Bai Hua's cheek, "A Hua, what's wrong?" "Nothing," Bai Hua murmurs, and presses her face into Jing Ya's shoulder. "Just a dream." "Not a nightmare?" "No," Bai Hua says, quietly. "A lovely, lovely dream."

tagging....... @livums @mrbexwrites @indoorghost and open tag! (no pressure though!)

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heads up, seven up

tagged by @zmwrites (thank you! you can find her excerpt here)

i only early have one wip that has had any progress recently, so here’s a bit from orioles:

Tally doesn’t usually go down to the relay room; actually, almost no one does, because there’s no one beyond the generation ship to communicate with—the last vestiges of intelligent life, as far as the Firstborn could tell ten centuries ago, are contained on this generation ship, the final, dying gasp of hope from a crumbling world, bound for what they had determined to be a viable planet for settlement—, but it’s not far away from the cryo chamber, and sometimes if you’re working in there, your comms’ll pick up whatever interference the open relay channels are receiving. It always amounts to nothing more than some dying star’s emissions or the crackling reception of some probe sent out long ago that is still, somehow, not dead in the black reaches of space, but investigating them, even if they turn out to be nothing, is one of the few diversions acceptable during work hours, and one of the only ones with anything actually interesting involved.

The corridors grow wide and opulent the closer they grow to the cryo chamber, no longer the labyrinthine warrens of passages barely tall enough to stand in, cleaned religiously of any rust or other aesthetic blemishes, and it’s precisely that cleanliness that makes them unsettling—they’re relics of a past time, a past people, and they feel just as suspended in time as the hundred-odd people held in cryopods in the cryo chamber proper. Without meaning to, Tally shivers.

“Hang in there,” Bismah mutters, keeping her voice habitually low in the way all maintenance workers do when in this part of the ship. Tally has no idea when it started—it’s as old as their grandparents’ generation, at least, and probably older still. As much as their lives are in service of the Firstborn, there’s also a degree of trepidation towards them—they’re a people who no one knows much about, beyond the duty they have towards them.

featuring: my inability to end sentences without tacking on like ten clauses </3

tagging: @mjjune @saturnine-saturneight @maiawritten and anyone else who sees this! (no pressure though!)

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find the word tag!! tagged by @onirique-writes here, for the words reveal, hunger, note, and crack. decided to go through r&r for this one since i used birchlorn for the last tag game ^^

reveal:

The next car arrives just as she gets to the platform, and its doors hiss open with a quiet sound of parting air, revealing the mostly empty interior, only a few other passengers within, arms crossed or heads bowed as they look at their phones or just rest their eyes.

hunger:

They'd all eaten in the morning, but they'd foregone lunch, and so Yu Xiyan's stomach has been cramping with hunger for the last hour or so, and she was starting to get a headache.

note:

Mostly, that means sketches of her favourite characters, but sometimes, she dabbles in more complicated pieces, like the one she’s doing right now, which is her own interpretation of the meeting between the three leads of Notes of the Scarlet Dragon, a novel written in the style of the tomb-raiding web-novels of the early twenty-first century.

crack:

The man struggles wildly, and somehow, manages to unsheathe a dagger from his hip, sinking it into Nie Sangliang's ribs, who lets out a hiss of pain—but doesn't stop, cracking the man's head against the floor with a sickening thud, and rises to his feet, and then, of all things, pulls a gun from his robes and shoots the man in the head.

open tag once more!!! your words are: tangle, trait, trim, and trite!

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last paragraph tag

tagged by @onirique-writes (here) and @sunmerry-writes (here). thank you both for the tags!

here’s the very last thing i wrote for birchlorn—from the final extra, “sight”:

Between one blink and the next, they're gone. But as she turns around and heads for the station, she can still feel the weight of the fingers that had smoothed against the fabric, and the warmth of another body, and for a moment, the bitter afternoon isn't quite as cold anymore as it had been.

open tag because i haven’t been active on here in a hot minute, but feel free to tag me if you decide to participate, and i’ll reblog your excerpt ^.^

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tagged by @sunmerry-writes to post the first three paragraphs of my wip! you can find his post here: x

the only currently active wip i have is BIRCHLORN, so have the very start of the first chapter (only two paragraphs because i don’t want to spoil a major plot point):

To say that she didn't expect to wake up would have been an understatement, because she had, to the best of her knowledge, just moments before, been about to be absolutely mangled by an unfortunate rogue lawnmower—one of those industrial types, that require you to sit in a chair that looks a little uncomfortably like a throne, yellow-painted and growling as it cuts up grass. Well, unfortunately, it'll also cut you up, and her last memory is of screaming agony as her leg had been pulverised under its blades.

Now, opening her eyes, she wonders for a moment if, maybe, it had been a lawnmower hit and run, or something of that sort—there's blood all over, and a good portion of it is on her; she can feel the places where it's drying and tugging at her skin as it tightens.

tagging……..oh, let’s see, @elkieselkiewrites @alllthebadpartss @theroseempress and open tag! (no pressure though ^.^)

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very sparse wip intro for [REDACTED] wip (i really have to come up with a better name.............)! i've been working on this a couple of days now and am 6k out of my minimum goal of 30k. this is very much a self-indulgent project but i really want to finish it, and i'm very hopeful i'll be able to!

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[bangs my pots and pans] i have a new wip! ^.^ (read more below the cut!)