Rules: show off the first line of a chapter, first line you did in a most recent writing piece, first line of a story, first line a character says—any first line!
I was tagged by @delerious-wordsmith in this post! Thanks, love! 💜
“A piercing shriek, not a scream, never scream darling, that means they’ve won, crawled up her throat and erupted out of her mouth”.
I’ve been writing snippets of everything but my WIP lately XD
I am tagging @writersloth @strawberryspaceship and @rmorada
Pokémon Sun & Moon Ending 2 Icons
like always they are free to use. Credit is appreciated but not necessary
Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.
cringe culture sux, everyone reblog and add a stereotypically ‘cringey’ thing that they’re not ashamed of enjoying. mine’s undertale
i jumped on the bandwagon @incandescent-creativity popularized and made the comic sans powerpoint for my WIP Spellsong so…… there it is
Oooooh, what a neat title! And I love the phrase “setting fire to a wet rope” lol. Best of luck on your writing journey!
What’s the connection between Jinx and Piper like? How does twin magic work? Could Piper use it without Jinx around or is it just one way?
Jinx and Piper are each other’s best friend!! (I probably should have put that in the slides…. oops.)
As for the magic… the title is in reference to the magic system. Every person capable of using magic has a specific melody that they sing in order to focus and wield spells. Each song is completely unique to that person except for twins, whose Spellsong is the same. Because of this, they’re capable of casting magic together–which leads to doubly powerful spells. As such, Twins are capable of casting not only very strong spells, but spells a normal witch would never be able to cast.
Piper can’t use twin magic (or, as I refer to it in-universe in gratuitous latin, Duomagicae) without Jinx, but she can use her regular magic without her. Jinx however, can’t, and that’s why she feels pretty bad about it. As much as she loves her sister, she also places the bulk of her self-worth on her connection with Piper.
@millie-likes-art, I am rewriting that fic now. So thanks for that.
However! You’re gonna have to suffer through my rants about my past self and how bad I was at using punctuation correctly.
@ past me.
FULL STOPS ARE A FREAKING THING!!!
JEEZ
SHould I feel guilty? XD
YES YOU SHOULD
also wtf is going on in your tags?
Well, I just had my second realization that people with white hair, regardless of whether or not they are questionably sane, are attractive.
So thanks for that.
Clyde, a Himalayan cat, watches with disdain as dogs struggle to unseat him. [video]
Lmao, Clyde’s face is a literal mood
Icy blue eyes that glinted with suppressed steel. Skin as pale as paper, as marshmallows, as snow covering the earth and choking out the life beneath it. Hair as dark as night, as black coffee, as ebony wood. Lips the colour of apples, of roses, of freshly spilled blood.
Her sometimes lover, most of the time enemy, had always had a certain fondness for her appearance whenever she emphasised her similarities to Snow White.
Perhaps it was the dreamer in him shining through. He’d always scoff at her when she said that but the slight blush that spread from his ears to his cheeks and down his neck proved he silently agreed.
Her lips quirked up into a wicked smirk as she caught another staring at her with something that might’ve been jealously, might’ve been hate.
She’d always liked this part of their game.
She had always liked to make him just a teensy weensy bit mad.
It reminded him that she wasn’t entirely his. She wasn’t theirs either. She belonged to no one, no one but herself.
She just let people think she belonged to them.
You have to degrade yourself sometimes, baby. Or at least make them think you are.
It makes it all the more fun to watch them realise that they are beneath you, instead of it being the other way round.
Her sometimes lover was the only one to figure it out.
Yet he kept coming back.
Strange boy.
They hadn’t always lived on the island.
Once, a small part of Tanzanite B’s mind mused as he dropped stones into one of the koi ponds Platinum was fond of, they must have lived on the mainland. If they hadn’t then surely they must have lived on one of the other islands. They couldn’t have always been there.
A bigger part of his mind was pondering the meaning of pulchritudinous. According to Pink Topaz’s dictionary, it meant breathtaking, heartbreaking beauty. Personally, he thought it would be more suitable as the name for some kind of disease. She’d gone into a long monologue about how it was one of her favourite words when he’d mentioned that thought aloud, which had lead to his current location.
His sister would soon come looking for him, he thought as he stood up with a sigh, and he would really rather that she didn’t disturb the koi fish. He quite liked them.
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