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August 20, 2018
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soft, music major with a lesbian crush for anon
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theatre nerd and ballerina wlw for @inkviola
theatre nerd and ballerina wlw for @inkviola
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theatre nerd and ballerina wlw for @inkviola
theatre nerd and ballerina wlw for @inkviola
August 19, 2018
writer emotions
In The Zone
Inspiration level of dried up mud
Idea chaos cavorting through your head like bunnies on crack, never making it onto the paper
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
o shit its 3 am
cat lugubriously puking small and pathetic hairballs onto paper
after-submission cold sweat
i’m going to break my character’s hands in the next chapter *laugh of evil glee*
typing sad scene while crying
reading the chapter you wrote late last night confusion
guilty trickle of procrastination
slamming face against desk headache
worldbuildgasm
writing fan fiction of own books daydream
i am the next tolkien
i am the next rejected sack of shit to be yeeted out of a publisher’s back door
clever metaphor delight
drained exhaustion after writing a couple thousand words
euphoric, exhausted emptiness of finishing a book
rereading first draft nausea
research hole
screaming at wikipedia
overwhelmed by the mess youve made
cheeto dust on the keyboard mid-writing snacking
typo typo typo
what do i write next existential crisis
when your brain does the nope
sapphicauthor:
cogwrites:
The WWC is all about supporting other writeblrs. WWC members suggest and...
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There is no minimum requirement for participation, but I do hope that you will all remember just how much it means for writers to receive reblogs, comments, and compliments. Every voice makes a difference.
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Giving this a try, sounds fun
Kim Shimmers and the Deathly Hallows
A Harry Potter fanfic by me (and the 5th, final installment in the Kim Shimmers series)
She was like Voldemort in at least one way. They were both of the same make now. Dead,
alive, the two of them were some cross between. Perhaps he had even felt it in
her.
This Harry Potter fan fiction (as long as all goes according to plan) will be posted by the beginning of every week. The pictures above are not mine, though I edited some.Chapter 3
Qualifications
Kim lay out across the bed with Fred and George sitting on the floor, magicking a balled up pair of socks across the bedroom. They had stayed with Kim in the Burrow now, allowing for some time, for things to sort out. Harry and Hermione had gone back to their respective homes for the time being, though they had all discussed meeting up once more over the summer, probably for Bill and Fleur’s wedding. Fred and George’s decision to stay with her at the Burrow caused them to restrict the stores hours substantially, and though they wouldn’t say it to Kim now, she knew it was bad for business. Their booming success when they first opened had started to dwindle, and now was not the time to be taking days off. But still, she supposed somethings were more important. She would allow herself to be one of those just this once, if only because she had so many other worries to concern herself with.
Fred twisted around from where he sat against the wall beside a window, peering out the pain for seemingly no reason.
“I think Mad-Eye’s back,” he said, George pelting the sock ball at the back of his head. It bounced off and Fred didn’t even take notice. He hoisted himself off the floor and exited the bedroom. He’d been very keen to keep informed about what was going on with the Ministry and the Order of the Phoenix. The Order was said to be investigating what the Ministry thought of Kim’s disappearance. Did they truly think Kim was dead, as she claimed?
Kim’s eyes drifted from the window across the room and caught on George’s, still sitting opposite her on the floor. He was looking at her intently, eyes gazing with some emotion that Kim didn’t want to discern.
“What?” she asked lightly, trying not to be awkward.
His gaze didn’t become any less intense and meaningful. He watched her as she ducked her head a bit, faking a small laugh, straining to sound light.
“It wasn’t easy, you know… thinking you were dead,” he finally said.
Kim didn’t look up from the quilt she lay on, stomach down and elbows propping her up. “I can’t imagine it was…”
“No, you can’t imagine it… I couldn’t’ve two weeks ago if you’d asked me.” He shook his head. He’d torn his gaze away from Kim now and was staring at the distance fixedly, seeing something else. “I thought you were gone.”
Kim didn’t know how to respond at first. “But I’m not… I’m here. I know it must’ve been… shocking, not that Fred lets on about it.”
“He just doesn’t know how to talk about it,” George said, seeming to be trying to pull his eyes from the far off place. “… I’m not even sure he ever accepted it, to be honest. When we found out- it was Dad who told us… He showed up in our fireplace before we had the chance to read the morning papers. I don’t think he wanted us to find out that way…” He cleared his throat then and looked back at Kim, less intensely than before. “Anyway, when we found out, Fred went mad for a while. He started yelling, angry, saying he didn’t understand. Saying Dad was wrong somehow. Even after he read the papers, after the Order couldn’t find you… he didn’t believe it. I guess he was right.”
“Well… completely by chance I’d think. Since I was, for a time, dead. My body was gone, my sole was gone… So really it was just coincidence that he ended up being right, I mean I think we both know the odds of coming back from the dead.”
He was staring at nothing again. “Got to be… as likely as mad-eye acting normal for three seconds.”
Kim just looked at him for a moment as a small smile curled the ends of his lips. She let out a sort of hissing laugh and dropped her head against the quilt. George chuckled along good naturedly, and their laugh was interrupted by Fred barging in the room.
“It’s Mad-Eye, he wants to talk with you,” Fred said. Kim grunted as she hoisted herself off the bed and followed Fred downstairs.
“So, the reincarnate arrives,” Mad-Eye said in his croaky voice.
“Does that mean you believe me?”
“Got no choice but to believe you… The Ministry has no idea you’re alive. They’re safely sure you died that night in the Department of Mysteries. Which, I’d advise you plan to keep that way.”
“Right.”
“That means no contact with your family, I’m afraid.”
“Yeah, I know…” They’ll think I’m dead still… They’re grieving my death now… But it’s probably safer for them. The less they know about me, about what’s happening here in England, the better. For now, they’ll just have to think I’m dead… She didn’t want to think of the long-term implications of this. She just knew it was something she had to do.
“Guess that also means I’m not going back to Hogwarts.”
“Certainly not. Not only will the Ministry come after you if they find you’re alive, Hogwarts isn’t really safe anymore, now that Dumbledore’s gone.”
The words punched Kim in the gut. She knew Dumbledore was dead. She’d known he was going to die long before most. Still, because she hadn’t been there for it, hadn’t been there for the funeral, it didn’t feel real. It was just summer and so she wouldn’t see him until school started up in the fall. But that wasn’t true. She wouldn’t see him ever again, she may never see Hogwarts again. Her last memory of him was his assurance to her they’d see each other once more before the end, and not to worry.
This week I edited 4888 words of my WIP, found under #TIGER“What
if,” Tamera said, “the highest...
This week I edited 4888 words of my WIP, found under #TIGER
“What
if,” Tamera said, “the highest bidder was asking you to hack into the computer
system of possibly the world’s most secretive organization… And that highest
bidder… had no money what so ever.” She made an exaggerated guilty face.
Oliver gave a light
laugh. “I’d say, challenge excepted.”
Convo Question for my followers:
How do you guys handle dialogue tags? Are you ‘said is dead’ers or nah?
