Writing Share Tag!!!

Writing Share Tag!!!

Thanks for the tag, @cowboybrunch (here)! <3

"What are you doing out here?" Cassiopeia stood by the metal staircase leading to the glass-domed hangar of the ship, at the center of which Meridian was sitting, staring through it at the starry cosmos above and around them in wonder.

The robot replied, dejected, but not tearing their eyes away from the sight before them, "Couldn't sleep."

Cassie began walking down the stairs, her fluffy slippers squeaking on the smooth floor, and cocked an eyebrow at the robot's peculiar answer, "... Do sentient robots sleep?" She asked, hesitantly, as if afraid to come across as rude or ignorant, "I didn't know that."

Meridian hummed, a whirring, metallic sound that somewhat sounded like a kitten's purr, "Not really. A robot can turn itself - uh" The robot stopped himself at the slip up, looking at their hands for a moment, shaking their head, before correcting the mistake "-themself off like a computer or a machine. But its not really like human sleeping. Lately I've been trying because, maybe, with some practice, I can learn to sleep the human way. I'd like that."

From where she was standing, coming ever closer to her friend, she noticed the robot's sheepish, slightly hopeless smile as they declared the forlorn, guileless plan they intended to put into practice. The sheer sadness of what this meant took her off guard, so much so that, for a moment, Cassie didn't know what to say.

She sat down beside them, shaking her mind back to the present and gave them a kind smile in return, "Well... trying is a good start!" The girl began, looking up at the stars as well as she wrung her hands anxiously. A thought crossed her mind, and she voiced it out loud, "Hm. Maybe I could research some ways to rewire your systems, safely, so we can figure out together a way to help you do human stuff like sleeping." She chewed on her lip, "If you'd like my help."

At that, Meridian gasped, finally looking at her, eyes practically glowing with happiness, "Oh. For real? You... you really think it could work?" Their voice, albeit synthetic and mechanic, was filled with the most hope and wonder she'd ever heard in her life.

She couldn't help but feel the same as she answered, "Well, only one way to find out!" The young inventor said with a bright, optimistic smile. If she was being completely honest, she didn't actually know if it could be done - but she was certainly going to try.

Tagging (gently): @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab, @winterandwords, @eccaiia,

@the-letterbox-archives, @illarian-rambling @agirlandherquill, @anoelleart,

@ray-writes-n-shit @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @topazadine

@forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix

@cauliflowermaterial @thepeculiarbird,

@clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes,

@starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

Taglist for Supernova Initiative below the cut! 🌠

Supernova Initiative Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3,

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@elshells, @thecomfywriter

Art!!!!!

Ayo check out the sketches I just made of Adrien Rosetrom and Luke Katt (from Scrapyard Boys) and a bonus beginning sketch of Nahrieh (from The Crystal of Ash).

Adrien - Pink coat, dyed hair, smoking cigarette

Luke - Bruised, dark jacket, green powers

Nahrieh - Long haired horned fey

Scrapyard Boys Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@thecomfywriter, @the-letterbox-archives

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

OC Confession Tag!

Thanks for the tag, @thecomfywriter (here)!

Rules: Post a scene where one of your character's does a confession to another character from your wip. It doesn't have to be a love confession. Maybe it's a lie. Maybe it's a crime. Maybe it's betrayal. Go buckwild, go crazy!

Let's go with two scenes involving different siblings from my WIPs in different contexts!

Lie Confession

Nahrieh began, voice even and smooth like honey, strangely calm, "Mayhaps...' The Sorcerer paused, fiddling with his necklace, the only sign of his nervousness, "I wasn't being fully truthful when I said your brother had nothing to do with the Rift."

Declan stammered, halting in place, "What?"

The immortal tilted his head, "Did it not seem strange to you? The argument. Your curse. Did it not strike you as strange how you were healed from it days after the Rift began?" He asked, somewhere between a genuine inquiry and a rhetorical question, "How your brother seemed distant - perhaps out of guilt - shortly before his disappearance?"

Declan's heart skips a bit, and he clutches his own arms, nervously trying to keep himself grounded. He gave an awkward scoff, "Keir would never - he... he's a knight!" He says, though his voice sounds unconvincing - it doesn't sound like he is convincing himself with it, as he continued, trying to seem certain, "He would never betray the realm."

Nahrieh chuckled, a deep, quick sound, like the rolling of water and sand on the ocean's floor, "Child, do not underestimate the lengths people will go to for love." He looks away, "I slaughtered an entire civilization to avenge my innocent spawn, fully aware I would be deemed a monster."

After a pause, he turns back to Declan, an unusual sorrow in his eyes "Do you think your brother would not make a deal with an eldritch force to spare your life?"

It was not a question - for they both knew the answer to it. Declan opened his mouth to rebuke, but no words came out. Instead, he growled softly, shaking his head.

The Sorcerer gave him a sad smile, "You know the truth Declan, - you just don't want to admit it. Yet." His voice grew pensive, and he twisted the string of his necklace between his fingers, swinging his legs softly where he was sitting on the edge of the smooth rock, "But now, another question remains - when you find Keir again, will you still be able to look upon his now bloodthirsty, hate-filled eyes like you used to? Knowing his corruption was the price for your life?"

Betrayal Confession

"Jack." Deimos paused, fingers gripping the metal threshold shakily, waiting for the other to respond, "There's... something I need to talk to you about."

Within the cockpit, Jack was organizing his things, namely placing some wrapped up sweet protein bars and a chocolate milk bottle inside a small locker beside his pilot chair. He looked over his shoulder, "Yeah!" Jack smiled, "Of course, what is it?"

Deimos cringed, crossing his arms over his chest and taking a shaky, deep breath, trying to keep himself grounded for what he was about to confess, "So." He began, searching his mind for the words, "This... t-this isn't easy for me to say, but I need to." The alien stammered, resisting the urge to change the subject before he could even start.

When he continued, he tried to keep his voice even, a pragmatic tone that did nothing to hide the panic and guilt underneath, "Your capture by the Junction, the reason why it was so sudden, so easy for them, it... it was because of me. I did it."

Jack frowned, slowly straightening his posture as his face fell into an expression of pure anxiety - it was clear he had already understood what he'd meant but didn't want to believe it, "... What do you mean?"

"I mean I set you guys up!" Deimos blurted out, closing his eyes for a moment. There was a long, painful silence spread out in the space between them, the weight of those words weighing them down as if the ship's artificial gravity had been turned to the maximum.

The young alien noticed as Jack faltered, anxiously grasping the leather seat of the pilot chair beside him, hands beginning to shake. He noticed how his brother looked away from him, face pale, eyes filled with a painful mix of betrayal and rising panic.

Deimos raced to try and soften the blow of those words, hating himself more and more with every passing second, knowing the damage was already done, " Jack, I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I made a mistake. And... I took the easy route to f-fix it." He grimaced, nails digging into his own arms, painfully. Deep down, Deimos figured he deserved to feel the pain, seeing the sadness in Jack's eyes, knowing he'd inflicted it.

He sighed, finishing his explanation, "The Junction offered me a deal. I took it. I set you guys up and for that - I'm sorry."

Jack seemed about to pass out, and when he looked back at Deimos, the young alien hated the hurt bubbling behind his brother's kind eyes, as the other spoke, "O-oh. Oh, okay. Um. Why?"

His voice was nothing like the confident, upbeat tone he usually had. It was quiet, and frazzled, flickering like a dying lamp - and right now, Deimos would do anything to take back the deal he'd made.

The alien spoke again, searching for the words to fix this, when there were none, eventually, he settled for simply being honest, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done what I did - I know. I-... I know I was probably weak but - I was... so scared. I wouldn't be able to handle what Eldora would do to me if she captured me again. I can't even stand the thought of going through... all that, again."

Jack still wasn't looking at him, staring vacantly at the floor. With his augmented hearing, Deimos was able to catch the phrase his brother had muttered under his breath, apparently despite himself, "...but what the Director is doing to me, that's okay to you, huh?"

Deimos felt his world crash, wanting to curl up and die at how defeated Jack sounded. He hated how much he knew his brother believed the words he'd just muttered - he hated how much Jack didn't even seem surprised.

He stepped forward, "No! No, it's not!" Deimos almost yelled, desperate to make Jack understand this was all just a mistake. That he never should've left them in the first place, all those years ago. His voice softened, and he reached forward slightly, "You're my brother, I would never want you to get hurt. I-I didn't even think it would get to that -!"

Jack flinched away, stepping back, almost curled in on himself, as he cut the other off before he could finish his sentence, "Well, you should have!" He snapped, and Deimos had never heard such a bitter rage in Jack's voice. It took him off guard, freezing him in place.

The young pilot continued, "Everyone... everyone told me I shouldn't trust you again. When you came back. But I did. I really... really did." As Jack looked back at Deimos, the blue-haired alien wished he hadn't. Something had changed, behind his kind eyes, like a broken mirror, never to be the same again - and Deimos knew he was the only one to blame for it. Jack growled, tilting his head slightly, "Only to find out that all this shitstorm that's happened, all this pain we went through - what he did to me - was because..."

His voice broke, " - Because of you?"

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @the-letterbox-archives, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid,

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

Tag List (Supernova Initiative) below the cut ✨

Supernova Initiative Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@elshells, @thecomfywriter

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

Writing Share!

Let's go with a snippet from the last flashback/backstory chapter from Kye Thalax's past (a.k.a. the day his Dad dies when Kye is a kid and leads to his revenge arc as an adult)

They didn't stop running for a while. Eldora's men were persistent, and both of them knew they would likely get killed for the treason of... escaping from her grasp. Neither of them wanted to - much less after experiencing a little taste of freedom for a year.

Still, her wrath was about as unavoidable as the Reaper's cold embrace. From where he was held in his Dad's arms, Kye had not yet seen the men following them, ever since they'd lost track of them - but he thought he saw one, up on the rooftop of one of those bright silver buildings. There was a flash of red light, barely noticeable, following them, like a laser from those movies he'd seen.

"Dad?" The seven-year-old asked, nervous, as he tried to see what the man on the rooftop was about to do. Damen, panicked, didn't answer - he'd said they needed to get to some ship. That if they got there in time, they would be safe.

But right now, as the red dot continued to follow them, Kye wasn't so sure. He tried again, this time tugging, gently, on his father's ponytail, "Dad!? Dad, what's that?"

Damen looked at him, still running, frazzled "Dear, now's not -"

He cut himself off, stopping and looking over his shoulder. Kye noticed how his eyes narrowed for a moment, and his pointy, frost-white ears twitched, a second before a sharp something whooshed through the air.

His Dad jumped to the side, curling around him and keeping the boy out of view. Meanwhile, a glass capsule flew right into his leg, shattering and spilling a dark grey, bubbling liquid into the wound. As Kye peeked from under his arms, the strange red dot was nowhere to be found.

A moment later, Damen finally dared to move, looking frantically over his shoulders and around them to see if the shooter was still taking aim. When he looked at his own leg, fingers gingerly brushing against the wound, he gasped, freezing for a moment.

Kye didn't know what his Dad had seen or recognized, but if his reaction was anything to go by, it wasn't something good. It would only be years later that Kye would look back at this moment in time and recognize this strange liquid as... poison.

His Dad had been poisoned. But now in this very instant, all that he knew, was that his Dad was scared. And he was terrified too.

Supernova Initiative Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@elshells, @thecomfywriter

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

💖favourite character poll 💖

Thank you so much for the tag, @thecomfywriter (here)!

Rules: list all your main ocs and give brief descriptions of them. then, create a poll with their names and allow your followers to vote on who their favourite character is.

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Jack Tithus

WIP - Supernova Initiative

"They're my family - and I don't leave family behind. No matter how chaotic they may be."

25 years old, Jack is the Junction's most wanted intergalactic thief and rebel. Growing up in poverty on one of the most crime-ridden moons of the galaxy, Jack learned from a young age to be resourceful and do whatever it takes to survive and keep his siblings safe. Otherwise, he has a heart of gold, a bubbly personality and is incredibly selfless - the kind of team leader that wouldn't think twice about putting himself in harm's way to keep his team safe.

Skills: pilot (one of the best pilots in the galaxy), high-profile theft/heists, leadership skills, streetfighting, being kind.

Nikolay Avresan

WIP - The Crystal of Ash

19 years old. A fun-loving bard, Nikolay grew up on the frozen province of Rekkari. He was an unwanted child, a bastard scorned by his father for his inability to use magic. After years of disappointments, he ran away from home with his best friend and his best friend's sibling. They grew up together merrily, but after a mistake led his whole world to come crashing down around him, Nikolay fled once again, blaming himself for what happened, and looking for a way to fix it, unaware that the actual truth was much more complicated than that. Nikolay is funny, awkward, extroverted and at times painfully oblivious to subtle social cues, but cares deeply about those he considers his friends.

Skills: singing, playing the lute, writing poems, dueling with a dagger

Valen Cassidy

WIP - Scrapyard Boys

16-17 years old. A rebellious and angry teenager, Valen makes it his personal mission to undermine the government's power in the city of New Omnium, despite being just a homeless mutant kid. On the run from the law and fearing befalling a fate worse than death in the city's labs, he and his friends end up uncovering a billionaire conspiracy on the process of being little menaces to society. Valen is an angry, brash, relentless, but secretly kind boy who also swears like a sailor and dresses like an 80s rockstar-wannabe.

Skils: Eletrokinesis, Storm Manipulation, Electrical Conduction, Electrical Teleportation, streetfighting, parkour, playing guitar

Tagging (gently): @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @the-letterbox-archives, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cauliflowermaterial

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

Unusual Associations Tag!

Thanks for the tag, @willtheweaver (here)!

Let's go with Emrin from The Crystal of Ash!

Seasoning: Cinammon

Weather: A cloudy day about to bring rain

Color: Forest Green

Sky: Deep grey swirled with white, the calmness of the moments before a cold rainstorm

Magic power: Nature Magic/Wild Magic, Tamed Dragon

Plant: Wolfsbane/Aconitum

Weapon: Elven Longbow and Arrow, Enchanted Blades, Skyserpent Fire

Social media: There's no social media in her setting, but if there were, I think she would probably like Tumblr and Pinterest

Candy: Wildberry cheesecake

Fear: Being a worthless monster (since she considers her human blood and impurity, because it means she'll never fully be a Levaethian Elf, and because humans represent a source of danger and sorrow to those she truly considers her people), failing to make her mentor/adoptive brother proud, being weak

Method of long distance travel: Flying on her dragon's Skyserpent's back

Art style: Sketching

Stationary: Parchment and fresh ink

Celestial body: Rogue Planet

Tagging (gently): @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab, @winterandwords, @eccaiia,

@the-letterbox-archives, @illarian-rambling@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart,

@ray-writes-n-shit @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess,

@forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix@i-can-even-burn-salad

@cauliflowermaterial @thepeculiarbird,

@clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes,

@starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG