rules: post the last seven lines you wrote, then tag seven people.
here’s a little something from chapter 12 of Your Average Fangirl :)
A quick glance at the nightstand tells me it's 10:03AM. I stretch my arms above my head before moving to a sitting position, the standard hotel white duvet rustling with every miniscule movement.
I grab my phone off the charging stand and quickly swipe through all of the notifications. After getting back to the hotel last night, we all went to our separate rooms. When Jace didn't follow me as he normally did, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at not talking with him well into the early morning hours.
Time for my monthly tag game! I'm back on the good ADHD meds now, so will make a renewed effort to stay on top of them. (Wish Adderall was licensed in the UK 😢) Thank you to @lancedoncrimsonwings (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) @gioiaalbanoart (x) (x) (x) (x) @worlds-tallest-fairy (x) @willtheweaver (x) (x) (x) @aziz-reads (x) and @tragedycoded (x) for the tags - I do save everything you tag me in!
So for this go round I've got a snippet from the next chapter of my dark!Sheppard fic bodies in my closet, which I got ahead of myself with and began posting in July last year without being close to an ending, hence it sitting since August without an update. Someone left reviews on both my multi-chapter SGA fics, one on every chapter, and it motivated me to start working on it again!
The ensuing silence made no ground towards distracting him from the thoughts steadily eating away at the edges of his mind. He was pathetic; poison; diseased; irredeemable. He was exactly what they had said he was in Afghanistan, what his father had always said about him ever since Sheppard turned fourteen and announced his plans to enter the Air Force. You can't stop me, he had calmly told the man who he shared nothing with but DNA. Short of killing me, you can't stop me.
Nothing can stop me, Sheppard thought, mania clawing at his insides. None of them can. I don't love any of them enough to stop myself. Why don't I love any of them enough?
Thanks @agirlandherquill for the tag! This one was super fun lol
Filled out for Caldren!
No actual bingos although he may have committed grand larceny at some point, I just don't know the definition well enough to say. He's also come very close to blackmail except he's enough of a smooth talker when he does it that you can't actually accuse him of it.
Tagging: @late-to-the-fandom @tildeathiwillwrite @ryns-ramblings @themswritinwords @a-agust @stargazer-luna and open tag!
Aka: WIP Wednesday / Vaguely Summarized WIP / I'm Desperately Trying to Get This Dumb Story Out of My System
DISCLAIMER: this stupid story is a silly, self-indulgent mess that would require a lot of hard work to make it, um, fit for human consumption. It was my little brain break between finishing The Queen of Lies and restarting The Court of Rogues. It may not ever get finished. 🤷♀️ So, uh, you're forewarned. 😇
OPEN TAG for WIP Wednesday, Vaguely Summarized Plot, or both 😊- there's a lot of nonsense in here so I feel bad subjecting even more people to it 😂
Let's use this cheeky lil post for some recent WIP Wednesday tags: Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks and @sleepywriter00 for the tags! Posts here and here (same post chain).
Rules: Pick a WIP. Post something about it. On a Wednesday. Or whenever! It can be literally anything! 😊 (It does NOT need to be extra as this😅.)
Mood Board
don't anyone say anything about how there isn't a single gemstone on this mood board
What's It About?
Take a drink every time you see an element Kate's used before in other stories. 😅
Evyn, a schoolteacher, impulsively embarks on a journey in an effort to escape the chokehold of her small village, overbearing uncle, and inevitable (and unwanted) fate as someone’s happy little wife. It’s risky, of course: wild animals roam the woods, and she still doesn’t know the source of the mysterious lights that gleam through the darkness at night. However, she gets more than she bargained for—the forest is not what it seems, nor are those mystical yellow lights.
The Fae, creatures of legend, are real.
And they’re coming for her.
Vaguely Summarized Plot
Also using up another tag here! Thank you @mysticstarlightduck for this one! Posts here and here. The tag is kind of perfect for this seeing as I don't know much of the plot myself, so I have no choice but to be vague. :)
Rules: Summarize your WIP in 15 2-5 word bullet points (as if you were trying to summarize it in 15 seconds). (I didn't stick to the limit at all.)
✨ “So the forest's been kind of glowing lately? And no one but me seems to have noticed? Ok. Coolcoolcool.”
✨ “Get married? Me? Never!” Evyn Edition: Simply Not Interested But I Must Be Lying Because All Women Want to Get Married, Amirite?
✨ “Get married? Me? Never!” Jonathan Edition: Very Not Straight But Try Telling That To My Religious Zealot of a Father
✨ Jealous twin will NOT let his sister win control of their clan like she wins everything else, damn it (footnote 1)
✨ Emo loner who can’t go home (on pain of death) just wants these weird dreams about some random-ass human to please STOP (footnote 2)
✨ “I’m going to pursue independence! In another town! On a time crunch! By walking through the woods! At night! I’m a schoolteacher with no survival experience! This Is A Good Idea!”
✨ Grumpy grandma re: pesky human: What is her deal?
✨ “Hello yes hi I’m the emo loner. I’m unrealistically attractive. I saved you for reasons I won’t explain. But also I don’t talk to humans. Or Fae, really. Or. Like. Anyone. Not often anyway. What’s talking again?”
✨ “So, like, you're kind of hot … but you’re, uh, my enemy?? But I haven't figured that out yet?? And also, do we, like, have weird sexual tension, haha, or is it just me? Hahahaha! … But seriously, do we?”
✨ "Hey I know you have breathing issues or whatever, so you don’t like dusty or dirty or humid places, but … wanna take a shortcut through this super duper cool underground cave system?”
✨ “Haha, what? No?! There’s no reason I’m avoiding this area of the forest! Nope! No reason at all!”
✨ YOU get a betrayal! And YOU get a betrayal! And YOU get a—
✨ “Who is the monster and who is the man?” (footnote 3)
✨ This asylum makes the one in TQOL look like a vacation! (footnote 4)
✨ Sexy villainess gets to emotionally torture one MC and then physically torture another. AND psychologically torture them both! Hell, maybe she’ll even kill one of ’em too! Fun for the whole family!
Footnotes
(1) IT’S NOTHING LIKE ZUKO AND AZULA SHUT UP
(2) IT’S NOTHING LIKE RHYSAND AND FEYRE SHUT UP
(3) IT’S NOTHING LIKE QUASIMODO AND FROLLO SHUT—oh who am I kidding 🎶
(4) Technically the whole asylum thing happened in this story first, like, 2 or 3 years ago. That version just lives in a purple notebook that will never be seen by any eyes but mine. So, really, TQOL stole the asylum setting from BG, not the other way around.
Character Vibes
Evyn, human, orphaned as a child and raised by her aunt and uncle. Now a schoolteacher who sees yellow lights no one else can see.
“My heart cannot be captured. I intend to die an old maid, surrounded by papers and books. Good afternoon!”
Jonathan, human. Evyn's cousin, a clerk. Just truckin' on through a life he finds endlessly tedious and unsatisfying.
“Cecil’s a soggy piece of tree bark in a hat,” he said before he could stop himself.
Ah, Jonathan Garnet. A man who gained a single speck of favour with his impossible-to-please father…and promptly hurled it into the wind.
Dharan, Fae. Exiled from his clan years ago for murdering another Fae.
The Fae leapt up, standing straight and bending his knees as if to run—or perhaps pounce. One hand hovered over the stolen knife on his belt; the other, he extended to her.
He looked away from his foe to meet her gaze, uttering a single word:
“Run.”
Rennith, Fae. Heir to his clan but competing for the title against his twin sister.
He was a man, it seemed, but those eyes bespoke something much more ancient—of man, but not man himself. Silver hair, an impossible shade, framed a face sculpted into sharp angles, as cold and pale as if it were made of ice.
A Fae creature forged in primordial fire, carved from gold, silver, and mother-of-pearl.
For the Whump People Here:
Whumpy Things I've Managed to Squeeze into the First 13,000 words
Humiliation/embarrassment (minor)
Hyperventilation, dyspnea
Angst (minor)
Grabbed in the dark
Abducted
Restrained (but make it magic)
Magically forced to obey commands
Chin grab
Whumpy Things I've Got Planned But Haven't Written
Angst (major)
Stabbed
Various fight-related injuries I won't know till I write them
Thanks to @dyrewrites for the tag! I'm glad to participate in writeblr games. Here are the first seven sentences of The Seven Year Apocalypse!
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Daniela scanned over the theologian’s interview transcript one more time, searching for any hint of new information that might give her some hope. Her eyes were dull, the initial panic from the Message having faded into the gray haze she knew too well. It had been a week since the mass disappearance and the Message, and the world and Daniela were still reeling from the shock. Outside the house, what was left of the town seemed frozen in time, with the wreck-filled streets deserted as the people in their homes waited. They mourned, they feared, but above all they waited. The world held its breath, waiting for the blow they knew now was coming.
Daniela’s parents had been some of those who vanished, but she was in no state to be relieved by that.
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Tagging @agirlandherquill @sleepywriter00 @mjparkerwriting and @theoddcryptid! (I hope that's okay)
