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Hi! I'm Pidge (she/they). I'm absolutely dying for people to interact with my stuff, and then I realized -- I don't have an introduction page! Let's fix that, shall we?

I write mainly horror, fantasy, and romance. I also write fluff, though I'm not very good at it - forgive me!

ask me any questions! send me ask games! please scoob i'm dying

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Happy Storyteller Saturday!

How did May go for you and your writing? If you'd like to share something you wrote this month, please do.

💜

Hiiiii, Happy STS!

May actually went fairly well! I didn't do the 10k I wanted to, sadly - my partner got a new job and that was HECTIC, but I have time now, time enough at last~

Here is a snippet of my writing from this month! It's from How to Fail a Field Practicum!

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The Vat’s campus grounds remained alive around her, even at nearly eight o’clock at night. Across the Yard, the spell battery labs pulsed behind reinforced glass, blue-white light flickering over students hauling toolkits like briefcases. Near the familiar training courtyard, a witch with bite gloves up to her elbows tried to coax a coal-efit out of someone’s backpack while the tiny charcoal salamander breathed panicked steam rings and clung to a warm laptop with all three of its stubby legs.

A ghost student drifted through the side door of Main Hall and got halfway down the corridor before an attendance ward chimed, PLEASE USE DESIGNATED ENTRY PONITS FOR ENROLLMENT VERIFICATION. THANK YOU FOR ATTENDING VEYR APPLIED TECHNICAL INSTITUDE.

“I am verified, you hunk of futuristic scrap,” the ghost snapped, floating backward with all the dignity of someone inconvenienced by rules.

Zeph passed the bulletin spine, where a new poster had been slapped over three nearly identical old ones:

VEYR APPLIED TECHNICAL INSTITUTE

TRY NOT TO DIE FOR CREDIT

Under it, someone had scrawled NO PROMISES in glittery purple marker.

By the cafeteria doors, a small maintenance crew gathered around a vending machine that had apparently decided every button meant soup. A paper cup dropped into the tray and filled itself with something orange that stank of too many vegetables and not enough spices.

Zeph did not stop. She was not getting involved. She was having a normal evening, attending a normal class, and not listening to the tired werewolf attempting to negotiate with a sentient soup dispenser. She turned into the Wardworks hallway.

Jason Piers stepped out from beside the lab doors like he’d been impatiently waiting for her arrival. “Davenport,” he greeted, his voice gruff. “You look like you lost a fight with a filing cabinet.”

Zeph scowled, her eyes flicking up and down his unnecessarily tall body. Grease on his left sleeve. Tool bag over his right shoulder. Permanent scowl installed and running flawlessly.

“Piers,” she replied. “You look like a workplace safety violation with boots.”

#pidge writes #writing game #htfafp #happy sts #sts asks

So I'm playing the Ghostwire Tokyo DLC which is a dungeon crawl. But I need to write. So I came up with a brilliant solution: every floor I finished, I have to write ten words.

... unfortunately I'm also watching The Great Jahy Will Not Be Denied! and I'm smitten~

She's so frickin cute I'm gonna die~

moninils

And all of this at once.

lizardsfromspace

Hi, I noticed your story has conflict in it, and I was wondering why you didn't just write people who are right doing everything correctly with a note saying "I enthusiastically co-sign everything in this story"? Must be some kind of mistake haha

#this is sarcasm #THIS IS SARCASM #STOP TWITCHING EYEBROW

out of context line tag ;;

thanks for the tag, @theink-stainedfolk! let's grab a line from how to fail a field practicum!

Cadnos nodded. “Good. Davenport sees the spell rhythm. Piers sees the physical fault. Both matter. Anyone who tells you maintenance is either-or is trying to sell you a repair bill.” He turned the battery with a brass-handled probe. The ticking skipped, sped up, then settled into something worse. “Theory,” he said, “says this battery should not explode.” A tiny spark crawled down the side of the casing and snapped against the table ward. “Applied work is what lets you keep your eyebrows.” No one laughed.

tagging @pertinax--loculos - @author-a-holmes - @kitcatling - open tag!

taglist for htfafp: @echever ; @moss-covered-cat ; @ashen-crest ; @ceribrennanwrites (lmk if you want to be added/removed!) divider by @uzmacchiato, so cuuute ❤

#pidge writes #htfafp #out of context line tag

five word plot tag ;;

thanks for the tag, @drchenquill! this took a while for me to figure out. my brain is soup this week. but i think i got it!

Scandals can't stop field maintenance.

tagging @space-writes - @theink-stainedfolk - @starboard-writes - and open tag!

#pidge writes #htfafp #five word plot tag

oc-loving

which oc is the one to take charge in a difficult situation?

the-inkwell-variable

Zeph and Jason both try to take charge. Then spend the whole time arguing about who's actually in charge.

Meanwhile Bryndis is in the background quietly being ACTUALLY in charge.

#htfafp

I do not mean this is a mean way but what do you do when you're in detention? Because i've never been in detention due to my school not having detention and now i'm apparently writing a story at a school and she's in detention and idk what happens in there and you strike me as someone who would know.

Are you calling me a bad girl because I now have an urge to wear a leather jacket and smoke a cigarette.......

ANYWAY DETENTION! I, uh, never went to an official in-person high school. I got put into an online charter school because I was still a Holdeman Mennonite at the time and my mom thought that would keep me protected from the wicked wiles of the secular world. Joke's on her - I discovered Neopets and it all went downhill from there.

So I asked my wife, who DID go to an in person high school. She said "I'd love to help, but I was a good noodle so I never got detention."

So I went to the only person I know who was a deviant in high school (*cough skipped school to play video games cough*). But he ALSO never got detention.

WHY AM I FRIENDS WITH SUCH GOODIE TWO SHOES

anyway I googled it and apparently you just........do homework or read. And you're not allowed to be on your phone.

I always thought it was a much bigger deal??? Like you had to...I dunno, write an essay about your school crime? Or meet your high school sweetheart? Or start an epic rivalry??

LONG STORY SHORT DETENTION IS BORING APPARENTLY THE BREAKFAST CLUB LIED TO ME AND I WILL BE SUING FOR EMOTIONAL DAMAGES

abitscripturient

Six Sentence Tag

Thank you @winterandwords for the tag!

Share six sentences from your WIP

Continuing on with Chronicles of Tydas

Sol took his time coming around to face her, only to be shocked at how exhausted she looked. Her eyes were dark ringed, her eyebrows furrowed softly as if trying to figure out what rest truly was. “You don’t look well, my lady,” he said quietly. Tarana’s eyes fluttered open. “No, really?” She murmured. “Say it isn’t so.”

Tagging: @writingamongther0ses @elkieselkiewrites @aalinaaaaaa and an open tag for anybody who wants to do so.

the-inkwell-variable

"say it isn't so" YOU ARE VIBES, MY QUEEN

wip snippet ;;

good morning~ welcome to magical maintenance and fieldwork~ aka cadnos's daily stress test~

Cadnos scowled at his students as he always did. “Slates in lab-safe mode,” he called over the racket of his students unpacking their toolkits. “We are two months into the semester; I should not still need to remind you of this. Withers, put that hair into a ponytail unless you like being on fire.”

“This is fascism,” Withers muttered as he reached up to pull his lengthy blonde hair behind his head.

“No,” Cadnos said with the exhausted patience of a man who has aged ten years in the past three, “this is basic laboratory safety.” He stood behind his desk, arms folded over his chest, and waited while the class settled down. His stern steel eyes flicked from Zeph to Adiro to Parker to Brody.

Zeph craned her neck, trying to see past him to the box on the desk. It was a decently sized box, about the size of a cat carrier. On the side in large letters were fun little warnings like DO NOT CHARGE UNATTENDED and STORE BETWEEN 40°F AND 80°F FOR OPTIMUM RESULTS. “Is it a battery?” she muttered to her screwdriver as she set it on the desk between a dull pencil and a socket wrench. “It has to be, doesn't it? I don't think we're advanced enough for-”

“Professor, Davenport's talking to her screwdriver again!”

If Zeph was still capable of blushing, she would have a face as red as the chipped paint of her pocketknife.

Brody smirked. “Sounds like she might have a...screw loose.”

“Boooo-” Jason called from his slouched seat in the back of the room.

Cadnos didn't hesitate. “Brody, you'll be cleaning the lab between morning and night classes.”

Brody slapped his hands on the table, sparks flying out of his wide-brimmed hat. His static mouse familiar squeaked and scuttled under his rune-etched toolkit, whiskers sparking with anxious electricity. “What?! Why?!”

Cadnos's tone never wavered. “No puns or dad jokes in my lab. Says so on page 3 of the syllabus.”

Withers leaned over to Brody. “See? Fascism.”

“Don't talk to me,” Brody muttered, burying his face in the crook of his elbow.

taglist for htfafp: @echever ; @moss-covered-cat ; @ashen-crest ; @ceribrennanwrites (lmk if you want to be added/removed!) divider by @uzmacchiato, so cuuute <3

#pidge writes #htfafp #i'm having too much fun with this #i created brody and withers just to fill this scene #they're never supposed to show up again #how dare they have this much personality

I should have made these idiots high schoolers because poor Professor Cadnos can't punish these idiots for ANYTHING

ceribrennanwrites

I am a god of writing 750 words.

the-inkwell-variable

YEAH YOU ARE

CHAPTER 1 IS COMPLETE

Say hello to Adiro, don't even worry about the nepotism!

The hallway pressure popped. Zeph’s fangs ached. Somewhere behind her, a first-year’s slate chirped in protest. Jason’s eyes narrowed before the young man even stepped through. Adiro Cadnos emerged with a soft jingle of chimes, one hand still resting on the gold-black cuff at his wrist. He paused just long enough to brush lint from the sleeve of his maroon sweater and check the cuff’s tiny readout, as if bending space were less important than keeping his interface calibrated. “Sorry,” he said, not sounding especially sorry. “Did that catch anyone’s slate? The stabilizer has been sulking all week.” “You opened a portal across a hallway,” Jason said. Adiro glanced over his shoulder at the six yards of tile he had skipped. “Seven and a half yards, actually.” “That’s worse.” “It’s precise.” Zeph reached again for the threshold key in Jason’s hand, but Adiro's attention had already fixed on it. His expression brightened, and for one dangerous second he looked genuinely interested instead of merely expensive. “Oh, that’s a Marrowgate folding threshold key. Pre-standardization, unless I’m wrong.” Zeph stopped reaching. “You know threshold keys?” “I know pretty tools.” Adiro smiled at her, easy and polished. “And illegal ones.” “It’s diagnostic equipment,” Zeph said. Jason snorted. Adiro tilted his head. “And what, pray tell, would you be diagnosing?” He turned to Cadnos. “Dear Uncle, does your curriculum include pre-standardized wards?” “My curriculum is none of your business, Adiro.” Cadnos turned back to the classroom. “Come in if you're coming. Leave if you're not. But you will not stand outside my classroom and distract my students.” Adiro swept into the classroom after him. Jason shoved the threshold key into Zeph's hand and muttered, “I better not get paired up with you in practical application again.” Zeph rolled her eyes and slipped the threshold key into one of her many pockets. “Me too, fuzzball,” she muttered under her breath. “Me too.”

taglist for htfafp: @echever ; @moss-covered-cat ; @ashen-crest ; @ceribrennanwrites (lmk if you want to be added/removed!)

#pidge writes #htfafp #celebration

My brain is SOUP and my writing app is in DESKTOP MODE and I can't CHANGE IT and I'm going to SCREAM

the-inkwell-variable

tidbit thursday ;;

hello i have written more words

take my words, my little baby birds, they have worldbuilding which is good for your squishy bones

The Vat’s campus grounds remained alive around her, even at nearly eight o’clock at night. Across the Yard, the spell battery labs pulsed behind reinforced glass, blue-white light flickering over students hauling toolkits like briefcases. Near the familiar training courtyard, a witch with bite gloves up to her elbows tried to coax a coal-efit out of someone’s backpack while the tiny charcoal salamander breathed panicked steam rings and clung to a warm laptop with all three of its stubby legs. A ghost student drifted through the side door of Main Hall and got halfway down the corridor before an attendance ward chimed, PLEASE USE DESIGNATED ENTRY PONITS FOR ENROLLMENT VERIFICATION. “I am verified, you hunk of futuristic scrap,” the ghost snapped, floating backward with all the dignity of someone inconvenienced by rules. Zeph passed the bulletin spine, where a new poster had been slapped over three nearly identical old ones: VEYR APPLIED TECHNICAL INSTITUTE TRY NOT TO DIE FOR CREDIT Under it, someone had scrawled NO PROMISES in glittery purple marker. By the cafeteria doors, a small maintenance crew gathered around a vending machine that had apparently decided every button meant soup. A paper cup dropped into the tray and filled itself with something orange that stank of too many vegetables and not enough spices. Zeph did not stop. She was not getting involved. She was having a normal evening, attending a normal class, and not listening to the tired werewolf attempting to negotiate with a sentient soup dispenser. She turned into the Wardworks hallway. Jason Piers stepped out from beside the lab doors like he’d been impatiently waiting for her arrival. “Davenport,” he greeted, his voice gruff. “You look like you lost a fight with a filing cabinet.” Zeph scowled, her eyes flicking up and down his unnecessarily tall body. Grease on his left sleeve. Tool bag over his right shoulder. Permanent scowl installed and running flawlessly. “Piers,” she replied. “You look like a workplace safety violation with boots.”

htfafp taglist :: @echever ; @moss-covered-cat ; @ashen-crest ; (lmk if you want to be added/removed!)

#reblogging for my night friends #hello night friends

tidbit thursday ;;

hello i have written more words

take my words, my little baby birds, they have worldbuilding which is good for your squishy bones

The Vat’s campus grounds remained alive around her, even at nearly eight o’clock at night. Across the Yard, the spell battery labs pulsed behind reinforced glass, blue-white light flickering over students hauling toolkits like briefcases. Near the familiar training courtyard, a witch with bite gloves up to her elbows tried to coax a coal-efit out of someone’s backpack while the tiny charcoal salamander breathed panicked steam rings and clung to a warm laptop with all three of its stubby legs. A ghost student drifted through the side door of Main Hall and got halfway down the corridor before an attendance ward chimed, PLEASE USE DESIGNATED ENTRY PONITS FOR ENROLLMENT VERIFICATION. “I am verified, you hunk of futuristic scrap,” the ghost snapped, floating backward with all the dignity of someone inconvenienced by rules. Zeph passed the bulletin spine, where a new poster had been slapped over three nearly identical old ones: VEYR APPLIED TECHNICAL INSTITUTE TRY NOT TO DIE FOR CREDIT Under it, someone had scrawled NO PROMISES in glittery purple marker. By the cafeteria doors, a small maintenance crew gathered around a vending machine that had apparently decided every button meant soup. A paper cup dropped into the tray and filled itself with something orange that stank of too many vegetables and not enough spices. Zeph did not stop. She was not getting involved. She was having a normal evening, attending a normal class, and not listening to the tired werewolf attempting to negotiate with a sentient soup dispenser. She turned into the Wardworks hallway. Jason Piers stepped out from beside the lab doors like he’d been impatiently waiting for her arrival. “Davenport,” he greeted, his voice gruff. “You look like you lost a fight with a filing cabinet.” Zeph scowled, her eyes flicking up and down his unnecessarily tall body. Grease on his left sleeve. Tool bag over his right shoulder. Permanent scowl installed and running flawlessly. “Piers,” she replied. “You look like a workplace safety violation with boots.”

htfafp taglist :: @echever ; @moss-covered-cat ; @ashen-crest ; (lmk if you want to be added/removed!)

#pidge writes #htfafp #tidbit thursday

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