#tag games

[loverssolace]

I was tagged by the beautiful @itsstellashades to play this game! Aaaah thank you! 💕 (Instructions under the cut).

Jessica: “Look, do I consider myself attractive? Yes. But would I have sex with my clone? Also yes.”

Go do this picrew: https://picrew.me/en/secret_image_maker/9FA1DqSHdHbebP8R

And then enter your name and copy/paste your incorrect quote: https://perchance.org/incorrect-quote-generator

I’m Tagging 🏷️ @hurricanehales @maidentheshade92 @vanillestern @lxserdivision @xboobayaga @timberhearth @eikthyrnirrr @taxidermy-tits @0newishwillow @rhinestonedd @wolvess-atthedoor @saaraahka (No pressure!)

[cimmanombagel]

WIP Wednesday (8/5)

Thanks for the tag @epiphany-jones!

I wrote all of this today, since basically everyone I need to do work things with is on PTO. I am not mad about it since the last couple weeks have been so hectic.

Still working my way toward the first kiss, but first, oops, I'm writing about food for these dorks again.

“Will you help me eat this?” She held aloft the prize she’d procured from familiar streets. “The baker was so happy to see me after so many years, he gave me more than I ordered, but not enough to take back to the Lighthouse for everyone.” “What is it?” Lucanis inquired, eyeing the paper-wrapped offering she cradled in one palm with all the suspicion one might expect of a Crow. Rook smiled. “What Neve wanted you to try at the Cobbled Swan on that rainy excursion of ours: Minrathous’s famous pumpkin bread.” An opaque stare met her through narrowed eyes. “We were just at the Cobbled Swan.” “You did want to walk,” she teased. “But Gemistos’s is better than the Swan’s.” “How so?” “Because he’s the only one in town that puts both dates and pistaschios in it.” Plucking at a corner of the paper, she revealed two thick slices of bread, their burnished surfaces studded with said treasures. The treat steamed in the damp and chilled morning air, and Rook breathed deep the smell of familiar spices wafting up to meet them in the watery first light of dawn, until it made her eyes prickle, and she had to blink it away, hoping Lucanis had been too busy humming softly in thought to notice. “This is a small taste of home for you,” he murmured, observing her carefully. Nodding, Rook tried not to let her attention get drawn in by piles of rubble dotting the water’s edge. “One of the few things left of it, at least.” A gloved hand lifted from Lucanis’s knee, hesitancy limning navy-lined fingers for a heartbeat until they found a new place to rest on hers, his thumb daring to stroke the edge of her thigh. “I’d be honored to try it.” Heart fluttering in her chest like the beat of miniscule bird wings she couldn’t possibly sort through here on this bench, she broke off a corner of the bread and offered it to him. “Tourists first,” she managed not to rasp. “A tourist,” he scoffed, taking the piece from her fingers. “I wonder which of us has been in Minrathous more frequently over the last decade?” “Quite possibly you. It wasn’t safe for me to spend much time here. Probably still holds true.” Rook shrugged, picking off her own corner and popping it in her mouth. They chewed in silence for a moment, the familiar sights, sounds, and tastes of her old stomping grounds wrapping her in a comforting embrace, and she relished it, knowing how fleeting it would be. “It’s very good. The dates are lovely.” “They always are,” she agreed. Then she paused, giving him a sidelong smirk. “I thought about getting a coffee ice to wash it down with, since his are also excellent. But I figured that might make you go full abomination, and I still need you to kill two gods, so… maybe next time.” Lucanis’s eyebrows attempted a flight into his hairline, and Rook grinned, leaning in and nudging his arm with the meat of her own, since they sat so close together. When he returned the gesture to her great surprise, a giggle—mortifyingly close to being girlish—escaped her, and he joined her in laughing too.

I need to go see a dentist because they're giving me a cavity in a way the dates can only dream of.

Also, now I want to make pumpkin bread, dang it.

Gentle-est of tags to @notyourmamasdeerbat, @rosha84, @bigshrimp365, @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai, @vixenofcadmea, @gatesofminrathous, @ripzaraschips, @eiluned and anyone else that might want to play!

If you want on/off my tag list, go here!

[hongjoongpresent]

Tagged by the lovely @lavandulacosmos and @rlvaille to tag 6 non-selfie photos from my camera roll. You both had lovely photos and it reminded me of the fact that I. Don't take photos of anything except my cat.

You absolutely must understand that this is what my camera roll looks like

And it does not stop

[newbromantics]

thanks @sainz100 for tagging me! I did not have a whimsical fernando gif at my disposal for formatting purposes so everyone can look at a piece of the pie my mother made on the weekend instead

egg: scrambled. and I do put ketchup on them

steak: medium rare

milk: 2% usually. tho if I’m honest 3.25% is actually better. and if I’m really honest my answer is chocolate milk

alcohol: nothing beats a fruity sour beer. except perhaps a margarita

warm drink: hot choccy

tagging @testarossa and @magnificentbirb if you want!

[amorbidcorvid]

Writing asks: 4, 18

Oh, thank you!

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

So funny enough, probably my favorite sentence out of all the one I wrote for A Song Amidst His Torment is this one, from Chapter 1: He was patient, the way stone was patient – time eroded his resolve, his purpose shifted with pressure and heat, wind and wave. idk, it's an inversion of the common idiom that stones don't change, and to be patient as a stone is to wait, unchanging. But on the timescales of elves, or Maiar in this case, a stone changes a lot. I just like it a lot.

18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them.

Not really. There's a world where I explore a Gil-galad son of Sauron and Maedhros attached to ASAHT, but. Nope. Not this time.

Ask Me Things

[haven-of-dusk]

Last Sentence Tag Game

Tagged by @maplesyrizzup and @mmoosen 🫶

Rules: post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

From the Streamer Eddie/Teacher Buck fic I just started working on:

In the dark, with two weeks of beard growth that he hadn’t bothered to shave, unruly curls that he really needed to cut sometime soon, and an ever growing collection of beer cans and takeout containers in the trash bin, Buck didn’t feel as lonely watching Edminprivilege play.

No chance I can do 48 people so I'll just no pressure tag as many as I can think of: @fruchtfliege, @axxxx13, @thiamsalpha, @thiamsxbitch, @wolfboy88, @genetic-hellhound, @nightshade-emrys, @endlessnightmaress, @slutstrandbuddie, @shortstack-21, @findingthiam, and anyone else who'd like to be tagged to get me closer to 48 lol.

[mumblingsage]

Tag Game: tag ten people you'd like to get to know better.

Tagged by @whump-tr0pes

Last Song: I'm going to say the instrumental track "The Brig" by Marcus Warner counts as a song. I haven't listened to a lot of music lately because I'm at my mom's house. (Headphones aren't comfortable for me so I only resort to them in extremity like at the gym, which is the only public place where I listen to music.)

Currently watching: Nothing, though I've been catching occasional episodes of Interview With the Vampire. I'd like to watch Heated Rivalry but see Mom's house, stuck at.

Current obsession: TBH I am getting deeply into the current editing project (it involves helping a client reduce wordcount, which as we all know is something I love doing in my own work). I also got more sucked in than expected into the books I'm reading--a collection of Edith Wharton novellas and the Tudor-era mystery novel Revelation.

(I want to be more sucked in to writing, and usually when I open the files for Something More Than Honor or the Witch-Confessor stories I *do* get sucked in, but - sing the chorus with me now, "at Mom's house...")

Currently Reading: Edith Wharton novellas (Ethan Frome is a great example of the "fucked up short story you read in English class" genre even if it's not a short story and I'm not in English class), Revelation by C.J. Sansome. I'm also trying to get through Creation by Gore Vidal and The Perfect Marriage by Jeneva Rose and struggling with both for rather different reasons.

Currently working on: *points to my Accountability Lists*

Currently wearing: Sundress. Too muggy for pants and I avoid anything around my waist when I can.

Last search: "NDA to cover up a crime" (fact check for an edit)

Favorite flower: Roses. They come in great colors, great shapes, they sell and taste nice, and they have thorns. What's not to love.

Tagging @stripedroseandsketchpads @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @breserker @princessbonecrimes @xanofmercia @fatalcookies @ectoplasm-james @witchoil @themidnightcircusshow @butneverstoptrying