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I'm gonna pass it along with soft tags to @papercutsunset, @written-in-starlight, and @andromedaexists, as well as an open tag! Your words will be fear, follow, melancholy, brumous, and impress. If you can't find one, leave a fun fact about your WIP, OCs, or writing process!
My words were leave, land, lift, longer; bonus: lucid, lasting. These excerpts came from a small assortment of my WIPs, including my unnamed wip, my drabbles about a DnD campaign I'm in, and books 3 and 5 in my fantasy series
TW for mild violence/blood, maybe?
Leave
With a sudden rush of movement, he leaped up from their hiding place before Aero’s fingers even brushed his sleeve. His hand gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and he rushed away from the grove of trees, towards the city.
“Nuka!” Aero ran after him without thinking. “Nuka, stop!”
Arial leapt to her feet but didn’t leave the grove. “Aero!”
“No, little brother,” Saben said softly to himself.
Land
A door slammed upstairs. The sound was immediately followed by rapid thumping. Avalanche howled even louder.
Jimmy sighed, then stood and moved to the bottom of the stairs. He could see her on the landing, reared up on her hind legs and whapping the door with both front paws. Her head was leaned all the way back as she howled, her wordless cries aimed up at the ceiling.
“Avalanche,” Jimmy said. He had to raise his voice and yell over her. “Avalanche! Come here, girl. I need to talk with you for a second. Avalanche!”
Her ears pricked forward and she stopped mid-howl to look at him. “Awoo?”
Lift
As G’Ch’Az’dh regained his footing, the fiend leaped at him and dropped its head low to bring a curved tusk up into G’Ch’Az’dh’s stomach. It didn’t stop, and lifted him off of the floor, using his own weight to tear him open. When its tusk got caught on his bones, the fiend reared back and flung him at the far wall.
Before there was any time to react, it spun to face Brogg, latching onto his shoulders with both hands and pulling him flush up against it. Its jaws opened wide and closed with a wet snap, and Brogg’s body fell headless to the floor. The sword Kiormo had given him just a moment ago clattered against the wooden planks beside his body. Blood spread out beneath the blade.
Longer
Perhaps that was why he’d stayed up so much later than the others. Perhaps he was putting off going to bed, and the darkness that awaited him in his rented room. Perhaps if he stayed up a little longer, he’d be tired enough to sleep without the dreams for once.
If I could be so lucky.
Lucid
Don’t have! That means a fun fact
Since the above snippet is from my DnD campaign drabble, I’ll go with a fun fact about that WIP. Out of the og party, Kiormo is the only one still active, despite that only one of the others actually died. The others were all retired. We have seven players
Lasting
Tagnjan grinned. “Where’s all this hospitality when it’s just me?”
“It is left in the yard with the entrails of whatever deer you dragged into my house.” But there was no hostility in his words and Tagnjan laughed. Once they’d started eating, Eaerikkyre asked, “To where do we sail? Tagnjan claimed ignorance on that.”
Nuka and the girls looked to Aero, so he said, “Mainland, but that is all we know for now. We aim to find someone who can help us stop the attacks and she was last seen in Dunland.”
We adore this thought of giving yourself some accountability! Here is our ticket for fifty of your words! Go on and do good things, my dear, you have this entirely! :D
🪷 Neal Anderson | Natsume Rune, @365runesoftheamalgamations
Hey hey, hi hi! It's been a little while! Thanks for the ask!
Ticket cashed and, as appreciation for your care (and patience), you get more than 50 words!
This ask helped me to write 1,391 words
Total words from asks: 6,887
bonus snippet:
“The name’s Kiormo,” Kiormo said before Orus could ask. “I’m just here visiting.”
“Visiting? No one visits us out here.” Johnny Splash paused to catch a wandering fly for a quick snack. “Except the rat, that is. He’s weird. Maybe you’re weird.”
“Thank you,” Kiormo said politely.
That seemed to catch Johnny by surprise. Standing, he placed his banjo on his back, his sticky fingers looping the straps around the neck of the instrument to keep it in place while he said, “A visitor. And only Orus as your guide? You’ll die before you see anything. He’ll bore the warts right off your back.” Turning around, he showed the smooth and slimy skin that covered his boney shoulders. “See? I used to be a toad. Let’s go.”
I have a magnetic monkey plush but I don't know how to look after him. What do you suggest I should do to make sure his needs are met?
Hey there, hello! Thanks for the ask!
I've never actually had a magnetic plush, but I do have a monkey who likes to hang off of things, so you should make sure he has plenty of things to swing around on (just not fan blades!). Mine liked the backs of chairs, the chandelier, and a silly little plush deer head we had on the wall.
This ask helped me to write 2,074 words, so thank you!
Total words from asks: 5,496
bonus snippet:
“Is that my dagger?”
“Yes,” Alucarcio said, not lowering it.
“Are you using it to shave?”
“Yes.”
Kiormo waited for further words, but there were none. For a moment, he too was silent as he watched the vampire gingerly scrape the sharp edge of the blade along his jaw. Finally, he said, “Why?”
“Well, after that buffoon of an ogre knocked us all down into the ravine, I discovered I no longer have my razor. And Gideon’s razor is made of silver, so you see I cannot use his.”
“But…you don’t need to shave.”
The dagger lowered, and Alucarcio turned to look at him.
Kiormo offered a lame shrug. “Well, I mean…you don’t.”
“Because I’m dead,” he said in a flat tone.
“...Yes.”
With a sigh, he tossed the knife over. “It’s about the routine, dogman, not the necessity.”
