#kaiusvnoir

[sarandipitywrites]

😊 & ☂️

hi, Kaius!

(this is from the WIP excerpts ask game if anyone wants to send or receive asks about their projects)

these are... longer than a line each lol.

😊(share a happy line):

When Lienzo emerged from the closet, it was in a neat white tunic, snug dark breeches, cozy stockings, and knee-high leather boots. And the scarlet coat, of course. The face staring back through the mirror bit his lip against a giddy smile. The coat had looked nice on the hook, but on him? The thick material padded out his shoulders and tucked at the waist before draping inconspicuously over his hips. Combined with the slimming breeches, he looked almost... "If you didn't know any better, you might think I belonged in this place." He pulled the ratty tie from his hair, shaking his braids out before piling them back atop his head and securing them with a forest green ribbon he'd found in the closet. "Ugh, I wish I could see it. The very moment I'm out of this statue, you're giving me that fashion show. I'm going to make you try on everything in that closet." Lienzo fussed with the collar, turning it down, up, down again. "I don't know, Aisha. Gold chiffon's not really my style." "Everything."

☂️ (share your favorite description of an object):

A metal bangle, brighter and shinier than silver, glinted in the light of the wall sconces. Three crystals, clouded as a breath on a winter's morning, studded the thickest part of the piece. At first he thought it a trick of the light, but as he stared at them, the smoke within the gems stirred and shifted. "Put it on before you leave the city's gates, and do not remove it until you have exited the forest. It will keep the untethered at bay." Lienzo's eyes widened. The fire turned to ash in his lungs. "Wait, I've read about this, this is—" "Spirit quartz, yes." The beast swallowed with an audible click. It wrapped a hand around his — large and callused and impossibly warm — and pushed the bangle towards him. "Safe journey, Lienzo." Spirit quartz was rare as dragon's teeth, and even more valuable. A manmade substance, only able to be crafted from the fresh cremains of an Artist. Between the fact that only ten percent of the population had any Artistic potential and the taboo against dividing funerary ashes— "I... I'll leave it for you. At the edge of the forest."

thank you for the ask! 💜

[raiswanson]

Head’s Up, Seven Up!

got bopped by @kaiusvnoir and you all know the drill! Drop seven lines on the spot!!

Have a fresh set of words from Eye!

As soon as she’d calmed I shoved her to the ground and pinned her with my knee, snatching the rope and tying it around myself in an impromptu harness as fast as I could. The moment I tied it off I lunged for the waking cat and pinned her again.

“You’re going to carry her the whole way up?” Thuem called uneasily, making me scoff.

“Would you rather I tie the rope to her? Are you offering to untie her once she’s at the top?” I asked.

“Ah,” he replied dryly. “Carry on then.”

Snorting, I went back to ignoring him and made sure the lynx was well secured in my arms.

It’s been a hot minute since I did a tag game so I’ll just drop the Eye tag list for now lol

@ren-c-leyn @lady-redshield-writes @thehollowbetween @tundra-tiger

[ladytauria]

A few words for you — ache, darkness, swallow

thank you for asking <3

these days i’m mostly writing fanfic, so that’s mostly what i’m searching!

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ache

“I’m a superhero?” he breathes, taking in Tim’s disheveled Red Robin costume.

Tim smiles tiredly. “Vigilante,” he corrects softly. “But yes. Can I come in?” He pauses. “I need your help.”

It doesn’t seem possible, but somehow, his younger self’s eyes get bigger. He steps aside, letting Tim come in. “You need— Um. I don’t know if I can—”

Tim can’t resist the urge to ruffle his hair. Younger Tim’s eyes go heavy lidded and he leans into the touch—a gesture which makes Tim’s heart ache in a way entirely unexpected. He swallows hard. Fuck. None of the lectures he was forced to attend about time travel mentioned what to do if you felt an overwhelming affection for your younger self.

At least he didn’t have to leave.

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darkness

surprisingly i didn’t find any for darkness!! & docs kept crashing when i tried to search my work there :/

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swallow

He holsters his gun, and takes off his helmet. “Steph,” he says.

“Tim,” she says, flatly.

“…it’s good to see you,” he hedges.

She scoffs. “Right. That’s why you haven’t bothered to drop by. Were you planning on reaching out at all, Tim? If we hadn’t figured it out? Or were you just going to go on letting us think you were dead.”

Tim swallows. “I knew you would figure it out,” he says, but the defense is weak, and he knows it.

[ send me a word, & if it’s in one of my wips, i’ll give you a snippet! ]

[afoolandathief]

Ankylosaurus

Ankylosaurus - share some of your favorite descriptive text

Hmm, I know I just shared this, but I do enjoy these two descriptions I have of Thera Thermopoli (a sailor, not a princess, for context) and Logi Leifsen (a giant) in Yonder:

A tiny figure sat in the center of the tower. Tiny even by Little Folk standards. Dark waves of hair fell around her, nearly touching the floor. Shadows hid her expression, but Logi caught in the light two glass-green eyes staring back at him.

He pulled back, realizing he was smiling. He had walked right into a fairytale.

“Hello, princess,” he said, switching to Gallic. “How may I be of service?”

~

She looked up at a massive face floating above her. It was angular and too thin, she thought, though part of it was hidden by a neatly-trimmed beard. He had a nose that was large even for a giant, a straight triangle you could’ve cut cheese with, if there were wheels of cheese that size.

She had to guess Logi’s name had something to do with fire, if it was because of his hair. Not even red, but a coppery-orange mane that glowed with the sunset behind him as it traveled down his back. It was pulled back from his face by two braids woven with gold chains and capped with matching bands.

Those blue eyes she was already familiar with were staring down at her, pinched slightly as he smiled. He had her cupped in both palms and looked like he had found the most precious treasure of his fairy stories.

“Oh,” she said. “Oh, fuck, you’re big.”She had greatly underestimated his size, thinking he’d been standing on his toes to peer into the tower. No, he must’ve had to nearly bend in half to look inside. He had to have been as tall as two of the Erinys standing end-to-end. This was no frigate. This was a fucking Man O’War.

[willowiswriting]

Next

(In regards to the No Excuses writing meme. All excerpts are from the current outline of my WIP, Two for Mirth.)

NEXT — the next line. meaning i will finish the sentence I’m on and write a new one, which you’ll get.

While he is not the one who killed [REDACTED], he is the one who stole Elaine’s mother from the forest. He rides away now, on an inky black horse, with the not-quite-dead woman draped and secured across the saddle of a nearly-identical horse that runs alongside him.

[emelkae]

7 & 15

7. How many abandoned WIP ideas do you have?

Uhhh I wouldn't call any of them actually abandoned since they tend to surface sooner or later. I think I have two YA WIPs and a middle grade one that's more of a concept than anything real.

One of the YAs is about an angry, bitter girl possessed by the spirit of what might be a god and what might just be a very powerful space entity. She grew up in a world divided between Wielders (magic-users) and Endubs (non-Wielders). With the help of an alien who uses humor to cope with his own tragic mistakes, she learns to control her magic in time to stop a charismatic but evil Wielder from using his charm and power to take over the planet. Unfortunately, this one is a little too similar to the series I'm currently working on. It's not exact, but it'll still have to go through a major overhaul.

Then I've got a scifi/horror that's basically "what if the zombie apocalypse was caused by aliens and also there are ghosts and I've gotten carried away"

The middle grade series will be something cutesy, like a spunky princess saving the kingdom alongside her shapeshifting unicorn friend :) Something I would've been obsessed with when I was like nine

15. What do you use to take notes and keep track of WIPs and stuff?

Answered here! :)

[nobodywrites-blog]

🦖

Okay technically I should have done this yesterday, but I got busy with school so.

Here is a short snippet of my current wip Walking Parallel to Happiness:

Going home was not an option. I didn't want him to have any control of me anymore, and I felt like this was the perfect start.

Don't run away

Don't falter

Don't let him win

I do really appreciate the ask, especially you were my first and only one that day. 💛

This ask was in reference to this.

[writingmoth]

Salmon & Barbie

salmon answered here!

BARBIE - What differences would there be if your WIP became a movie?

i think a lot of small scenes of rowan in the forest would be cut and the presence of the beast/monster would be greater to make the movie more action-like. i ramble a lot in my narrative and i dont think i use as many action scenes as a movie would prefer/like? so the script would be tighter/more focused, i think.

thank you for the ask!!!