5: have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son
7: what is your favorite line you’ve ever written?
5: Have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing? And if yes drop a link, son
This is something I do, uh. A lot. I would send the Missy playlist if there wasn’t like, sixteen hours of songs on there, but I remember a specific instance that I did to procrastinate was with Drafty!!
Most other instances for characters were just because I wanted to think of their vibes, so it was sort of a side-way to develop them? Drafty specifically was to try and nail down their perspective so that way I could actually know what to write for sleeping with the fishes. It’s mostly got shanties and such on it!
7: What is your favorite line you’ve ever written?
Oh god I’ve got a lot of these. I’ve got a habit of rotating lines that I know I’ve written in my head for no discernible reason other than the fact that I’m So Normal About Them. Technically not the question but now that I’ve been given the opportunity I’ll just throw out several of my favorites methinks
a lot of these are going to be about missy i realize but i write about her. so much actually. so
…[H]er dress was as scarlet red as the blood she spilled, her business as black as her pumps. If Direction was a demon, well…
K. Ritz was the devil in dame’s clothing.
- something I wrote a while back to figure out backstory for miss direction (OC) and the relationship with her former employer (WHICH I HATE BY THE WAY. IT’S SO TOXIC BUT ALSO LIKE WE’VE GOT A WHOLE CAMPAIGN TO DEAL WITH ALL THAT I GUESS?)
That was another thing, she noticed, savoring her final sight before she got mauled; her voice seemed to have a lilting quality to it, as if every word that she said was part of a song. And it wasn’t a cheery tune, either. It was like a funeral dirge, slow and solemn, filtered through a jazz singer’s cadence in the corner of a dimly-lit speakeasy. There was no music to accompany her, no swinging tempo or big band orchestra - there was nothing but her words. A siren’s song; a low, ebbing tide that, with just the right phrase, could convince you to walk right in and drown yourself in the current.
- another story for figuring out the same thing as the line above! Just a bit earlier when missy was in her “pathetic wet dog sitting out in the rain” phase. I don’t think I can describe it in a way other than that
Rath pulled himself upwards with one arm and left her to finish the arc with the other. He landed with tact on one of the ornamental lamps above; she didn’t have the same luck, feeling herself loop back around to dangle upside-down from one leg.
“Are you INSANE-?!” Rath snapped, bristling. Spinning, crossing one leg behind the other, Missy considered his words. She looked him over for a moment and smiled.
“That’s the general consensus.”
He grimaced. “You’re even worse than I remember.”
- this one WIP that I keep returning to around the winter season where miss direction gets thrown off of a balcony by the guy she hates
“You know--” her arm jerks back and forth, missing once more--
“I just want to say that I don’t blame you.”
She takes another stab at it. “But I did warn you.” And another. And another. And another.
- Man in Black / Woman in White, a story i wrote because i wanted to practice fight scenes/first person narration and i knew that both martin banner (another OC) and missy in an arcade would be so fucking funny because they both 100% tried to out-quip the other
“And if you died, they’d kill ME. And if you didn’t die, they’d kill both of us. I can see what you mean and you’ve actually got a good point, Fortune favoring the bold and more chance being involved when you involve yourself so often, but for Her SAKE, there is absolutely NO WAY that I’d let my baby sis--"
Cinis looped around and pressed something in her hands before she could retort.
“(Heads, we do it, tails, we don't.) --jump HEADFIRST INTO A BLOODSPORT, OF ALL THINGS, WITHOUT TRYING TO STOP HER. Crowd as my witness, I just CAN’T tell you that it’s a good idea in good conscience. This conversation is OVER, we’re leaving, don’t even bother saying otherwise.”
- a WIP that I still need to name with Vindi and Cinis Sacare (OCs/characters for a campaign I’m in)
Its majesty was triumphed only by its desolation.
To behold it was to haunt it, to be present wrought much of the same. It was quiet. Liminal. Even walking through caused echoes to reverberate through the space, desecration within a temple not yet ruined.
- Algebraic Notation (WIP)
Wood and words meant nothing to the sea. Blood and bone held the very same weight. In the end, it would all be reclaimed by the depths, and that was just the way that things were.
- sleeping with the fishes
Introspection aside, it was impossible to ignore. There was some sort of shuffling, more tinny protests, and a persistent stream of curses from under someone’s breath; finally turning nyr attention to the culprit, ne saw a shadow sprawled out on the ground, desperately reaching for a bat that was continuously rolling away. Somehow, they missed every swipe. It was about a foot away from them. It wasn’t even rolling that fast. Ne was almost impressed at their ineptitude.
- that one WIP about Rachel Saucers and Batley No-Hitter that I have yet to name
So, it noted, that was the Who and the What. (The What being the ambassador, the anomaly out of many, the one with electric blood, the one so jittery that the amount of energy made them relatively good at pitching - this they knew, because the What was so innate that it somewhat contributed to the Who and the subsequent Why. The Who being Twitch Variation, of course - the Why being because of a rift that had happened by the Where. A lot of Whos, Whats, Wheres, Whys, Whens, but why there were so many wasn’t of much importance.)
- a short story I wrote for an OC of mine, mostly trying to get backstory and general vibes down (one of my favorites solely because of how confusing it is)
