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Made up fic title ask game:
The Empty Hourglass
Oooh I really like the way this prompt turned out for the Made-Up Fic Title challenge. Sorry it took me so long to get it posted!
There’s a glass hourglass sitting on the mantel on this house. It may look empty, but it’s not. When you tilt the hourglass, or turn it, you can hear the granules of sand shifting and falling, marking the passage of time.
I know I’ve sent several in already but thank you for making an otherwise boring day not so boring ❤️...here’s another for you!
Made up fic title:
Tell Me No Lies
It’s my pleasure! I’ve been trying to battle writers block and thus far it’s been mostly be beating my head against the wall with nothing falling out. Glad to help make the day not so boring!
Ask Games: Fic Titles
There’s a single name scrawled across the top of the intake form:
LOKI
She glances up at the young man sitting across from her. He’d dropped himself into the chair doing his best to project indifference, but there’s a hint of hostility radiating off him.
“I’ll make a deal with you.” She sets the paperwork aside for the moment, wanting to take advantage of the time she had him seated in front of her. She wanted to get him talking. “You don’t lie to me, I won’t lie to you.”
He snorts a short huff of breath, his expression almost neutral except for that slight sneer that flickers into being to twist his expression.
He doesn’t believe her.
“Or we can just sit here. In silence. That works, too.”
He swallows, watching her sit back and soften her posture in the chair as she makes a show of settling in. He darts his attention away from her for a second, taking a secondary glance at their surroundings before focusing on her again.
She recognizes it as the silent taunt it is. He’s just as comfortable with the silence as she pretends to be. And she’s already broken her promise not to lie.
Made up fic title: All That Glitters
SEND ME A MADE-UP FIC TITLE AND I’LL TELL YOU WHAT I WOULD WRITE TO GO WITH IT
The great great great great great great (great great?) grandson of King Midas dealing with the utter mindfuck of never really knowing if it’s his hard work paying off or the family fucking legacy rearing it’s goddamned head. The ability has skipped and transmuted through the generations so it’s no longer the classic gift - curse... whatever - of the stories everyone knows. There’s no risk of accidentally gilding a loved one these days, or sinking a ship, or dying of starvation... or suffocating when the tea being enbibed inexplicably changes from the beverage prepared to liquid metal. One of the cousins works in the music industry, reaping the rewards of every project they work on going golden - never quite reaching platinum status. Another cousin had taken every team she’d played for to the championship before becoming an Olympic athlete - and dad, dear old dad, had made bank as a jeweler.
But how do you trust what’s right in front of you when you can’t be sure if it’s something won by hard work and perseverance, something in your life by choice, or suspect it’s been handed to you on a gilded platter?
Ask game. Unsettled!
So this story, and I know I’ve said it before, is the one that gave me hives as I was coming up with the concept. No joke, it made me nauseous to consider (and yet all that clearly didn’t stop me).
This is another tricky one. Yet again it was another story I fully intended to exist as a simple oneshot... and yet again I fell in love with the characters and needed to explore their lives a little more. Ok, so it took a few chapters to feel that way about this version of Tom, but MM? Izzy? (Max!)
But circling back, before I get distracted by the cast of characters... One of the first things that came to me regarding this story appears in the opening chapter:
“Fuck fuck bollocks shit fuck.”
Tom again, the long streak of curses still going strong. Is that muffled giggling you hear under his cursing? Then you turn the corner, nearly slamming into him as he’s trying to hurry out to meet you – to greet you. He’s still buttoning up his pants, his shirt clearly only just thrown on – the hem uneven and the damned thing on inside out, besides.
You only look at him for a second before looking past him. At her.
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I uh... I don’t know if I have 30 going at the moment? Mercy @welcometorealitysuperstar - ahaha oh man. For the sake of leaving SOME for other people let’s go with 10? It’s going to make things interesting in terms of you figuring out what it’s from (if it’s attached to a series) I suppose!
for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing
Here we go...
1. If you’d been thinking clearly, not preoccupied with the return to your old stomping grounds, you might have selected a more sensible set of footwear.
2. Guys she... I didn’t even get to... I’m not sure she recognizes me?
3. A hard-black line starting a zone of yellow that extends in towards the center, and then the brilliant red octagon they’ve painted on the floor – clearly demarking the You’re Too Close, Goodbye Fucker zone.
4. You realize he’s silently moving his lips and focus a little more on his mouth – delicious shade of pink that it is – to realize he’s counting, counting off the people amassed in the little group you are a part of…
5. Shit - if I don't act I'm going to have nightmares about this the rest of my life.
6. You’d think you would have learned your lesson the last time, but – well, your Actor Armor just hadn’t been strong enough to hold against the power of The Hiddleston Effect.
7. Tears drop to further mar the pages coated in bits of dirt, smeared by many readings.
8. 2:37 in the damned morning is no time to be shoved out of dreamland and forced to listen to his crooked crooning.
9. Damn he really doesn’t want to die on Isla Nublar - in a car or from something worse.
10. It takes him a second to blink back at her, following from the safety of the spot at her temple down her arm to see where those delicate fingers of hers are pointing.
Did my best. Here’s hoping I didn’t goof and include something from a work I’ve shown you guys a glimpse of!
Ryan from Lakeside: 6, 40, 44
Oh Lakeside. Another great cast of characters that I miss dearly! More than happy to share a few details about that story and the woman known as Ryan Culler.
Ask games: OC Asks
6. What’s a movie they can quote start to finish? To Catch a Thief. She doesn’t need to have watched from the start, or even be in the same room to be able to speak every line along with the characters word for word. (Tom has tested her.)
40. What’s a superstition they believe in? She absolutely believes in bad luck following a person around. A pinch of salt over the shoulder if some is spilled? Yep. Walking under ladders? Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. She’ll take the long way round if a ladder is blocking the simplest path, thank you very much.
44. Can they cook? What’s their favorite dish to make? This is actually something I was trying to flesh out for a future month long prompt challenge, but yes. Ryan can cook and bake. Her favorite dish to make is something discovered tucked away in a recipe box in Tori & Gordon’s kitchen (the house that belonged to Tom and Tori’s parents). As for WHAT that dish actually is: the twins’ mother made an excellent rhubarb pie that nobody could replicate, no matter how many times they tried. (The key was something missing from the recipe card. 10,000 points to Ryan for figuring it out.)
Writer Asks! 3, 4, 6, and 54 please! ❤️
oooh thank you for some questions to attempt today while I’m waiting around for the gosh darn characters to show up and help me make some progress on the WIP I’ve got open!
Writer Ask Meme
3. What is your favorite/least favorite part about writing?
Favorite part of writing is when the characters are cooperating and the story flows. Least favorite part of writing is when nothing is working, either the dialogue seems to be falling flat or the characters refuse to follow the plot I’ve got in mind. Or, y’know, when faced with a blank page and can’t summon words to fill it.
4. Do you have any writing habits/rituals?
I tend to carve out little nooks/ set up stations places - my desk in my room, at the kitchen table, etc. Regardless as to if I’m writing on the computer on in a notebook I’ll end up with a few notebooks stacked up nearby (for reference, usually), pens (because sometimes it’s about finding the right writing instrument for the story), and a drink (varied, depending on the time of day and season).
6. Favorite character you’ve written?
That’s a tough one. Each of them intrigue me in some way... I love trying to figure out how their reactions might differ in any given situation. Maximilian James is always going to be up there, even if I really haven’t devoted much time to living in his headspace. Loki is usually fun to channel, too, even if I sometimes regret attracting his attention.
54. Favorite first line/opening you’ve written?
Hmm another tough one as I don’t always land the hook in the first line/ in the opening to the story/ chapter. The first exception to that that I can think of is The Journalist, which was originally intended as a oneshot (but as we well know, I got carried away with figuring out the characters and their reactions to the situation). The thought of an incredibly angry Tom loosing venom as someone he’d claimed to love... Close Quarters also has an opening that tickles me, not just for the situation (being stuck in an elevator with someone you hate for 12 hrs) but for the humor injected.
7:05-8pm
The elevator lurches to a halt, the overhead lights flickering off and switching to the dimmer – yep this is what it looks like when there’s a malfunction – setting.
Word (phrase) Prompt Challenge: “There are three things you need to know before you read this.”
Another great - and difficult - prompt care of the Word Prompt Challenge. You guys are really testing me, and I appreciate it!
The thing that has filtered up through the muck of the writers block I’m fighting is something from a WIP I’m not really sure I’ll ever be able to finish, or do justice to the way it makes me feel. The Manuscript was supposed to be an attempt at writing something that smacked of Southern Gothic vibes. We’ll see if I ever get it all out of my head and onto the page.
[ Again aimed for a 100 word blip. Managed to get a little closer this time, landing at 119 ]
