Thanks for the ask, friend! As a treat for you, here's a bit of my Necromancer WIP 💀
“What’s it like?” Miriam asks Quintus, watching warily as he rinses his hands in the river. “Coming back.”
He looks at her. “You’d have to ask Nikolaos.”
“You don’t know? You’ve never asked him?”
“How would I know?” he demands. “In case you haven’t noticed, I haven’t ever died before, Miriam.”
Miriam folds her arms across her chest.
“It seems like it hurts though,” Quintus says quietly, toweling off his hands on the front of his shirt. He says no more, and after a while, Miriam has to admit she’s not going to get anything more out of him.
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🥕 What's one area of your writing that you think needs the most amount of improvement?
Oh man. Uhhh. Probably pacing? Based on how the inaft outline progress is going it’ll be a million and one chapters by the time I actually finish it, which is going to be a Lot to cut down. But that’s a future Jules problem.
🍕Will you be making any changes to your posting schedule (if you have one)? (Or do you want to establish a posting schedule?)
You already know this but yes!!! I am hoping by…April? April, I think, to have a posting schedule fully locked in. Mostly it will consist of me using my queue more often, but I have plans to post at least three times a week, and have several ideas in the works for what to post. I would really like to just get into the habit of talking about my writing more online again though, but I feel like I need to re-teach myself how.
🛏 Is there a new trope you'd like to write this year?
Hmm. None in particular are coming to mind for this year specifically, but I am hopeful to eventually explore fake dating. I’m going to get a small taste of that in inaft, with a particular spin the bottle scene, but otherwise we are going full childhood-friends-to-lovers-but-one-of-them-has-started-dating-someone-new-and-the-other-is-Mad-About-It.
Brownie: What would your character do if they suddenly became rich? (Or, if they are rich, describe how they spend their money.)
Christopher would buy Woodrow Asylum from Madame Margot and fix it up into an ACTUAL orphanage, with a full staff, medicine, proper facilities, etc.--and hire private investigators to look into any potential adopters before placing a child in a home. Mickey would probably buy a house for himself and Christopher...and a dog. He'd like a dog.
Birthday Cake: How does your character celebrate their birthday?
Everyone at Woodrow celebrates their birthday the same way: Christopher makes them pancakes! It's really the only kind of cake he can afford...
Your character of choice has discovered a stray cat on the street and is given no choice but to take it in for the night. Because it is raining. A downpour, really. And oh, is that lightning? The night evolves into days, and now a week, and they are tiring of referring to the cat as simply ‘cat’ and ‘that little guy over there’ … thus a name must be bestowed. What do they name this cat that is now no doubt their new best friend? Bonus points if we get to know what this cat looks like.
✦ This question made me so ridiculously happy to receive. Thank you!! (and apologies for putting off this reply for so long), but the (so far) singular character from a new WIP of mine just gained a companion thanks to this =^♡^=
The cat's name is Tangerine (Tanger for short). She's a calico that is mostly orange then black and with white patches on her chest and paws. She's missing her front left forepaw and has a nubby tail, both caused by some unknown attack, and she has double sets of ears, like an extra pair had been copy and pasted in front of the existing ones.
Here's a little moment I've written up with them, not long after they start traveling together, but before the cat gets its name.
They lounged over the mossy stones, taking a reprieve from their journey to hide from the afternoon sun in the shade of some willows, while their new companion attempted to snag one of the silver-scaled fish from the nearby brook. The adventurer chuckled as the creature reared up and balanced on its back paws like a tiny tri-colored bear, waiting for the perfect moment and wobbling in eagerness.
“You’ll fall in like that, you silly thing.”
One set of double ears twitched back at their words, but its attention on the water did not waver. It waited, singular forepaw raised before the strike.
Water droplets glistened in the air, and the traveler sat up at the silence following the splash.
“Well, well, what a spitfire you are, little friend,” they said when the cat emerged from the tall grass and returned to their side, fish wriggling between its teeth. “I have been proven wrong.”
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Later that night, after many miles had passed beneath their feet, the pair settled in the roots of an ancient blessings tree, its branches stretching through the clouds to pass along the prayers of those below.
Well, I had intended to include more with this snippet, but time got away from me and it had been put to the side for too long already. No matter. I enjoyed this prompt, and thanks again for sending it my way. I look forward now to exploring more with Tanger.
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Popping in to demand, gently and with enthusiasm, that you share some banter from a wip of your choosing, please and thank you
hiiii there somehow isn't a lot of banter in The Black & Blues! I guess they just don't communicate like that. however Christian and Livia DEFINITELY do so here is part of their conversation when they first met:
The man was getting closer. It was now or never. Christian leaned over and pressed the ‘door close’ button.
It was almost shut when a dainty hand shoved through the small space in the doors and pushed. The man was a lot stronger than he looked, so small and thin. It would have been impressive if it weren’t going to make Christian even later.
The small man – he was, what, maybe five foot, maybe a hundred pounds? He glowered at Christian, a glare much too angry for such a cute, round baby face.
The man slammed his hands on the top of the row of buttons and dragged them down, lighting all but three on his way. He went back and pushed each of the remaining buttons one at a time.
“Are you fucking serious?” Christian said.
The man looked up at him and stuck his tongue out. The elevator stopped. The door opened. Nobody got on. It closed again.
“Oh,” the man said.
“Yeah,” Christian glowered. “Oh.”
“You started it. You tried to shut me out when I was rushing to get in.”
“What floor do you work on?”
He didn’t answer right away. Finally, he said, “Twenty-three.”
“I’m at fourteen,” Christian said. “So enjoy your ride, asshole.”
“I have a name.”
“Do you?”
“Livia.”
Christian looked him up and down a few times, trying to gauge him. He wasn’t a threat, at least.
“Christian,” he finally said.
“What do you do?” Livia asked. His voice was pure friendliness and conversation as he bounced on the balls of his feet. His slacks were a little too long, bunched up at the top of his shoes.
“I’m the guy you hang up on when he calls you at dinner,” Christian said.
“Ah, a telemarketer. Scum of the earth.”
“You?” Christian asked.
“Paralegal,” Livia said.
Christian chuckled. “And he calls me scum.”
“I just file shit, man. I don’t do any lawyering.”
I LOVE THEM I haven't worked on them in a while but they are always at the back of my head being cute dorks <3
I am dumping this question here like a cat dumping a mouse on their person’s pillow, consider yourself my person.
Your character of choice has discovered a stray cat on the street and is given no choice but to take it in for the night. Because it is raining. A downpour, really. And oh, is that lightning? The night evolves into days, and now a week, and they are tiring of referring to the cat as simply ‘cat’ and ‘that little guy over there’ … thus a name must be bestowed. What do they name this cat that is now no doubt their new best friend? Bonus points if we get to know what this cat looks like.
Ohhh I love this. After the mouse on pillow bit, this turned out to be a very different ask than I was initially expecting lol
If this were Avery, the name would come as a complete accident. He’d probably call it little weirdo once or twice and then. Boom that’s the name he’s stuck with. Skylar probably complains all the time that ‘you couldn’t at least name him Weird Al? You just *had* to go with Weirdo?’ ‘No no, it’s Little Weirdo, Sky’. Meanwhile, Skylar nominates Ghostface as the official name, with little success.
Kitty in question probably looks something like this
