Sodium (the element)

Tagging: @jaybirddrawsthings7 @jackythequeen @radiant-sunlight-angel @rae-the-saturn @secretkeeper7992

Leave the floor, I kinda need that

Thanks for the tag @oh-no-another-idea

From Wings of Twilight:

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Ambling along the shore were the most unusual creatures. They were great shaggy things that would have towered over the woodland bison. What stood out to Fen the most were their facial appendages; tusks larger than those on a boar sprouted from either side of a long and snake-like nose.

Fen gazed long and hard as the ship turned and sailed into the heart of the lake. As the shore and the strange creatures gradually receded , he went back into the bridge.

“Those animals…what were they?”

Ran looked up from the helm.

“Mammoths. Herds of them come down from the tundra to the far north in autumn. They rarely come this far south, so seeing them is a rare treat.”

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Tagging @i-do-anything-but-write @writingingraves @sm-writes-chaos @the-inkwell-variable @mundanemoongirl

“Hey dude.” Startled, Ro blinked at the unfamiliar voice. Oh shit.

“Hey?” He continued packing up his skates. Nonchalance. He was the most nonchalant person ever. Pure nonchalance-ness. 

Well fuck it was one of the previously mentioned ‘hottest people he’d ever seen in his entire life’.

“Are you uh- Ro?” And the guy knew his name. What was this, a romance novel?

“That’s me? Unless you’re a stalker, then it isn’t.” he laughed awkwardly, avoiding looking up. This was fine.

Here’s two unrelated lines I wrote in my most recent baby WIP. Two because… I don’t know actually. I felt like it

One:

This is his chance to rewrite the perspective of him. A new place, a new page, a new set of introductions and first impressions that will cement his truth. Perhaps the undying magic that weaves his growth will loop his strings over in the direction he so desperately longs for in his every waking moment.

And two:

However mindlessly he knows this young woman must have decided who to give what piece to—no thought to it at all, likely—it still feels like somewhat of a personal offense on the universe’s part. Why must it draw him forward in this struggle?

No context. Suffer.

Thanks for the tag @bookish-karina

Post a snippet of your writing without dialogue. Internal thoughts are ok, but no talking allowed.

From Wings of Twilight:

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It took quite an effort for Cya to resist the urge to flap. This lift started moving with no indication. The sound was a whispering hum that was hard to pinpoint. If she had to guess, it had a certain affinity to a winter breeze over ice, but taken down an octave, muted, and with the harsher elements smoothed until they were no longer unpleasant to the ear.

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Tagging @tildeathiwillwrite @thebadphilosopher @savvyminnow @the-actual-timberwolfe @aalinaaaaaa

kjsigfdshjf dramatic transition

Ro suddenly understood every romance novel he(?)’d ever read and he hated it.

Life was already complicated enough, what with all the ‘I don’t feel right in my own body’ and the ‘I feel vaguely alone for some reason because my brain is a dumbass’ and all the other problems that came with being human.

Being human was overrated.

Also he hadn’t been able to get good sleep in what, a year? Ever since he’d left- that team.

But that was. Besides the point.

Life was annoying, and now was a bad time to be experiencing Emotions™.

dsfuifsdifhsd dramatic de-transition

Epic transition

He is sitting, alone, in an infinite field of flowers.

All around him, they bloom like in a timelapse, but he knows that time isn’t passing. (Everything that is now has always been, yet never will be.)

The sun shines down hot on his face; a warm wind flows around him. He is offered no comfort by the heat. It reaches his body, but not his mind. (Here, they are one and the same. But he is unaware.)

He watches the flowers grow as they sway in the wind, bright colours extending out in every direction. He can’t see the ground beneath them. (It doesn’t exist.)

They keep growing, then shrink and die, then rise again; (This eternity, this loop,) it won’t end. That’s certain.

But not possible.

This cannot be real. He recognizes this, even in his delirious state.

Besides, he knows well enough that orchids wouldn’t thrive in these otherwise idyllic conditions.

Despite his understanding, the illusion does not break. It simply fades, after time, and he drifts into a permanent unconsciousness. (A blessing, a void.)

Thats all

It’s really easy for me to find snippets without dialogue because there’s only like.. one chapter (out of eleven) in orchid that has any dialogue.

Rules: Make yourself with this Picrew, tag the last song you listened to and then tag your moots!! 💕

Last song: warrior of the mind (epic the musical)

last song: swoon by beach weather

I used what I’m wearing right now as reference lol

last song: Caravan - John Wissam (Whiplash soundtrack)

Last Song: Far From Heaven by HalaCG

Everytime... I get tagged... I then have to proceed to go through my entire follower/moots list to find people... *dies*

@mortranced, @jetsplicerr-live, @jayflys00, @bellamaomi, @dust-from-space, @dishwater-drinker, @nylah-doesart, @pietrydishh, @sclerodium, @sayuriiiiii-ki, @mugwyllbu, @nevereatpearss, @digitaljesterx3, @evilrat-sabre, @the-cryptid-hours, @kyleknight, @nebulafire-art, @laturtle, @astronautbeans, @ronidoggo, @genderfluidratswitheyes, @hello-goodbye123433, @paradextwo-is-reconnecntng

This picrew is ginger approved. Happy green holiday

Imagine having to look through a long list of people. Couldn’t be me