!SHOUT OUT SUNDAY! -WIP Edition-

Ahaha! You thought I just gathered all the info on your wips for fun?

No no my friends, I also wanted to show them to THE WORLD!

Here’s a list of wips and peeps that needs to be mentioned as grand writers, lovely people, and creators of killer stories!

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First Fall by @cirianne

Through The Ashes by @blindandpassionate

Howl of the Blood by @kainablue

A Year At The Opera by @james-stark-the-writer

Lies and Death (working title) by @adie-dee

The Colors of War by @oceanwriter

Sin Eater by @adenhamcreations

On my Heart by @corishadowfang

Shift by @vhum

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More to come!!

Thanks for sharing your work with us guys!

Hi guys. This little scene of from The Liar Alliance - Book Two of my trilogy, and it’s a little Deria x Shiroin night time thing.

In pretty sure this will be in the finished book, somehow, someway, but it might need a different purpose by the time I’m done! I kinda like it, as is though, and I thought you might too.

(Warns: none. It’s a mild 18+ for theme.)

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“Are you leaving already?” Deria smirked and rested his cheek in his hand.

He was lounged on his bed, and the white covers were draped over his hip, where the candlelight made play of the creases.

I tied the opening on my silk robe and gathered my hair back up in a loose do. Deria had let it down at some point, and I was not so sure when. Maybe when he had insisted on undressing me, or maybe it had been when he had held on to my hair, as I gave him deep kisses below the belt.

“Are you asking me to stay?” I tied the knot on the bun a little harder than needed.

“I didn’t know I was allowed to. It would be rather helpful if you drew up papers for this arrangement too, just so I would know what I am entitled to claim.” He shrugged and sat. My long white stockings had fallen off in our act and now Deria picked one up from the bed and handed it to me.

I made an annoyed sound and snatched the stocking from him.

“No. You would take advantage of every loophole if I did not spend half the treasury on an able advocate to make the document. Besides I do not want this pact to be traceable.” I sat on the edge of the madras, and started pulling on the stocking; it rolled up over my ankle, then calf and over the knee.

Deria was at my back. He reached in front of me and pulled my stocking the rest of the way up over my thigh.

“You’re right. I would. You have so beautiful legs Shiroin. Legs the color of sweet cream.” He muttered in my ear and ran his palms up my thigh. “And you are so soft. Especially here.” Deria’s fingers glided all the way up between my legs.

I took a breath and jerked against my will, when he slipped a finger over me. There was no denying the wet evidence of what we had done.

“And you taste like sweet cream too.” Deria whispered deeply in my ear.

I turned my head away from his words. They made my face hot.

Deria laughed quietly.

“I didn’t know you could get embarrassed Grand Empress?” He glided his hands up over my hips and across my breasts, feeling me ontop of the liquid fabric, before withdrawing entirely.

“I am not embarrassed. I am appalled.” I snarled and started pulling on the other stocking.

Deria laughed again and stroked a strand of hair away from neck to give it a peck.

The King was worshipping me, and holding me so much more lovingly than Kiel ever had. Kiel was a knife where Deria was a rose petal. And thought it should have, Deria’s naive and open adoration stirred no affection in me. Quite the contrary.

It made me miss Kiel as suddenly, and instensely, as when a lightning’s blitz tore the skies apart.

“How many men have you been with? Or was I your first? Because you seem to almost glow with those pink cheeks of yours.” He made a toothy smirk on my shoulder.

I pushed Deria away with a palm to his face.

Focus, Shiroin. Mind your task. Mind the plot.

“I agreed to be in your bed, but nothing more.” I stood.

“I will tell you how many women I’ve been with. I can say who was the best. And why.” He sounded smug.

“Not interested.” I said as I picked up my geta sandals.

“I will tell you how many men I’ve been with.” He looked smug too.

I halted for a second and thought it over.

“Still not interested.”

“Why so cold? Did I hit a nerve?”

I stride towards the door.

Deria rose from the bed and followed me to the chamber exit.

“Give me a kiss goodbye.” He bowed down to me.

He had shrouded the duvet like a lumpy hooded cape over his head and body. The brown curls peeked out of the edge. Deria looked like a child. Naive and open, with a face that imitated the sun, and it was almost beautiful...

I hesitated, but stood on my toes to meet his lips.

Just then, Deria threw off the covers and had embraced me. He lifted me from the floor and kissed me warmly and happily in a sway of dark curls. A full kiss, that was so glad, that it made my stomach tickle and my heart skip.

I had never had one quite like that.

I dropped my sandals as I pushed at Deria’s shoulders and kicked my feet, squirming to get down.

He let me go and I tripped back with the back of my hand to my mouth.

“Ah. So lovely.” He smiled softly at me. “When you look like that I can see the girl that hides under the disguise, and she is unbelievably adorable.”

I shot him a nasty glare and gripped the golden handle of the door. “Cover yourself. I am leaving.” I hissed.

“Too bad it only lasts a second.” Deria shrugged and draped the duvet over his shoulder again.

He opened the door on top of my hand, and leaned through the opening as I exited.

“Sleep well my bashful Empress. Dream of me.” The King whispered after me in the darkened halls.

When the door to his chamber clicked closed, I glanced in its direction.

Orange fire flickered in the whale oil lamps on either side of the door. Restlessly sodding the glass black.

Deria truly did not know me at all.

I never slept anymore.

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Are you prepared to be scared?

It occured to me that I’ve been slinging around town that I’m a horror-lover, a witch-bitch and a death-fanatic, without ever showing you guys the chilling sides of my writings.

I’ve always loved to be thrilled and I really do love Goosebumps and ghost stories, but they scare the living day light out of me (not so much R.L.Stine anymore but). And when I’m writing/reading my own stories I can get seriously freaked (I can’t even handle horror gifs). However, despite a lifetime of telling scary stories, I’m still learning!

This little scene is from the document where bundles of ‘The Liar Alliance’ text is randomly draped along the pages, and I find it quite creepy.

Tell me if you do too.

(Warns: none, just spooky)

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IF KIEL HAD BEEN here I would not have felt this disturbed by the witch who was creeping along my walls like a giant spider with only four legs.

Her limbs moved too fast and too broken.

But it was the clicking sound, coming from somewhere hidden on her naked body, that sat my teeth on edge.

I watched her crawl along the shadow of my ceiling and disappear into the black corner.

Theres was a knock.

“Grand Empress?”

I jerked up in my bed and stared at the corner that was shaded like thick ink.

It was only once I had heard a knock on my door that I realized I had not been sleeping.

‘Click, click, click, click’

And if I had not been sleeping, then I was hallucinating . Or..?

I stared at the black.

‘Click, click, click, click’

A waver?

My eyes dried. I thought I saw movement and the fear touched the hairs on my neck. Making it prickle. I slapped a hand over it.

Was it black hair that settled in the shadow or was it my eyes tricking me? No, not my eyes. Farrah. The bitch was teasing me. Making me question myself. Making me see things, hear things, in my exhaustion.

‘Click, click, click, click, click, click’

“Cunt.” I hissed as I threw off the covers.

In two long strides I had reached the corner. I kicked at guilted chair by its velvet seat. Its legs screeched on the floor and the back of it slammed up against the wall.

She was playing me. She was reshaping my mind in paranoia!

I stepped up, and without hesitation I reached my hand into the dense shadow.

But. Instead of smooth wall. Instead of wooden beam. There was cold skin.

I took a sharp breath and snatched my hand back. Clutching it.

The clicking of insects, of crab legs over wood, of a tapping nail, grew louder.

A gray hand whipped out from the dark and caught my wrist in a grueling painful grip.

I saw dead eyes staring from within the shadow, behind a vile curtain of hair.

‘Click, click’

Terror. Pure terror made me freeze before I pulled in panic at the hold. “Let go! Let me go!” I breathed but it was a child’s petrified plea, not a command.

The knock on my door sounded once more.

“Grand Empress, May I enter?”

The face moved slowly to me, the eyes unblinking, the jaw hanging open with a click every time it moved up and down in mute hollow speak.

I had thought it to be Farrah, but this person was dead and it was no one I recognized.

The haunt clicked her jaw at me.

Nearing my face, as if wanting to bite it off with her rotten teeth.

I twisted myself free. Losing my balance on the custion, I fell backwards.

The air came right out of me as I clashed on the floor.

I gasped in a wheeze. My eyes still fixed on the haunted corner. The thing retracted back in the black. The clicking faded.

“My Grand Empress, the tea you ordered?” Three quick raps on my door.

I finally got a full breath. Trembling, I scrambled to my feet.

In a frantic move I hauled on a robe and threw the door open.

“What?!” I barked, the terror had not left me but anger had added to its presents.

The maid was so startled that she dropped her tray. The porcelain shattered on the floor and I hissed as the scolding water sprayed on my bare feet.

The young girl looked shocked up at me. “I- I apologize my Grand Empress. You- you surpr—”

I backhanded her so hard that she fell.

The girl curled up and she touch her cheek with quivering fingers.

“Clumsy girl.” I hissed as I stepped over her and the broken china.

Her chokes sobs chased me down the barely lit corridor.

Farrah. It was Farrah. It was her tricks. Her games. Her illusions. Her—

I spotted something on my wrist.

I stopped. A chill dashed through my entire spine anew.

A red bruise, with five fingers already darkening, had marked me. .

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I like my OC like I like my coffee

Okay I haven’t made one of these before but I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling as one does, when I thought about my characters from my ‘Rise of the Blood Dawn’ series, and how they would make coffee in the morning.

A simple prompt: how does you OC make coffee?

Here’s mine!!

Shiroin: likes it black with sugar. Boiling water everywhere, coffee grains on the floor, excessive cursing and death threats directed at the general kitchen equipment.

Kiel: plain black. Slow and precise.

Deria: lots of milk. The cup overflowing because he has his nose in a book.

Elan: strong black. Rips the kettle off the heath, throws the gain in a cup, splashes the water, sips, fuck hot, slams the cup down and leaves.

Farrah: well... she’s an insane dreamwitch... chews the coffee grain raw and then spits them in your face, laughing.

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Wanna do it too? Go ahead!

-ciao-

So I just had a write-in with my mom this morning and I passed 45k on my nano wip ‘The Liar Alliance’ ! I’m stoked and scared and happy and stressed!

Book II is not at all where I thought it would be, not done of course, but it has real meat and I’m stoked about that! But I’m also feeling a little anxious because this means that SOON the edit phase will come! That means real work! Yikes! We all know how I hate that..

Also. In case you are wondering. My second nano wip in danish (tween love story called ‘Der hvor Dag ender’) stagnated halfway, but that is okay, because it wasn’t the right project for nano and luckily I wasn’t too emotionally invested in the whole thing! I’m gonna pick it up again after Christmas though!

Pew!! 5k to go!!!!

Good luck friends 🌸💕⚡️

Character Questions

Uh! A little CQ after a srsly long day in heels? Yes pls. Thanks @bexminx .

What’s your character’s preference on physical touch?

S: ehh, Shiroin is a hardcore fucked up bitch masochist. She preferes bruises or nothing at all. Don’t hug her either. She might stab you for being disrespectful.

K: if we’re talking adult touching then go for it. Anything. Everything. Kiel isn’t shy. He wouldn’t mind a friendly hug either, he would just be extremely stunned that you’re not running away from him (the sawlike teeth does that to people).

Does your character have any nervous habits?

S: whenever things don’t go shriroins way, she disconnects from her emotions and becomes extremely cruel. She lashes out. It’s not a cute nervous tick. It’s full on distructive.

K: I don’t think Kiel has ever been ‘nervous’ per say. He’s been terrified, feared for his life and his loved ones. But nervous? If he has, he hasn’t shown it. Not in the least.

Does your character have one main fear or a bunch of little ones? What are they? 

S: her biggest fear is to loose control. To loose power over her own life. The ‘smaller’ one is that she’s claustrophobic.

K: he fears loosing those close to him. It has happened before and that’s why Kiel never lets anyone in. The lesser fear is the ocean. He’s a mountain guy, the sea unsettles him.

What would your character kill for?

S: power. And she has.

K: coin. And he has.

How would your character go about apologizing when they’ve done something wrong?

S: haahagagghhhaaaa. No. She’ll rather stab you, or poison you, than admit she’s in the wrong.

K: pffffffth. Like he cares.

What does your character value most about themselves?

S: her mind.

K: his skill.

What type of person does your character admire?

S: strong women and skillful people.

K: smart women and determined people.

Does your character enjoy a specific season?

S: she loves nature no matter the season.

K: he likes spring. The melting snow from the mountains makes the steams babble louder this time of year.

Does your character sing in the shower?

S: yes. Shrioin sings in the bath. It sounds beautifully haunting. It’s like hearing the ghost of the girl she once was.

K: he might hum. But music in general is not that interesting to him. Kiel likes the song of swords.

Do they have a favorite culture specific cuisine?

S: rice cake and cherry ice

K: something hot and souplike after a long cold track in the misty mounts.

What noise absolutely drives them insane?

S: senseless chitchat or old men talking about politics, like she’s not there.

K: city noise.

Who’s death would absolutely destroy your character?

S: Kiel’s.

K: Shiroin’s.

What’s a secret of theirs they’ve only told one other person?

S: Kiel was the only person Shiroin has ever told about the voice in her head. The serpent’s curse, as it were.

K: the dream witch, Farrah, dragged it out of him during her torture, but she saw how Kiel got the long scar across his lip -and it’s gruesome!!

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Aaaah that was nice. I feel almost refreshed again, and if not that, then at least my feet stopped hurting now!

That’s that! And I would LOVE to hear about these guys characters! So I tag:

@behrtimestories @pheita @moonbow-ink @contes-de-rheio 🌸💕and if you haven’t been tagged, do it anyway and then add me so I can see! I luf luf luuufff CQs!!!

Snippet from nano today!! 🔥

Total word count: 19,528 !! Day 11 + 12 + 13 !!! Pew!

Here’s what I wrote:

The sugar powder broke off the white shell of my cake, and snowed down on the pages, of the book i had been keeping in my lap.

Annoyed, I grabbed the leather cover and shook the book ruthlessly, making the thin pages flap about like an injured bird.

From across the library, I heard Kiel laugh quietly in the shadows.

“What?” I snapped with my teeth still in the cake.

“I can hear the gentle brethren weep through the walls.” Kiel said and tugged down his mask. There was a pointy smirk hidding behind.

I only scoffed at him as he wandered over to me by the window. “I own it. I could burn all their scribbles if I felt the sudden urge to delete their history and religion. It would not be the first time that it had been done.” I put the powered mochi down on the crystal platter.

My father, and his father, and his father before that, had all had their censorial preferences. Like a ritual, the shelves of penmanship were cleaned out every time a new emperor took the throne; it was a pure miracle that we had any books left in the world. Even I could see the madness in destroying memories.

However, I never truly gave objects the gentleness that they perhaps deserved. Not like Kiel did. He was so careful with keeping his sword sharp. His boots shined and collar staight. Though Kiel slanted in his step and never seemed in a hurry to live up to anyone’s aesthetics, he was painfully meticulous with the care of what he decided on giving attention. I was entirely facinated by the clash of it.

Perhaps of all of it. All of this.

I felt him sit down beside me on the velvet chaiselong made for a giant.

I flicked my eyes from my book, to the open library doors, and then down in my book again.

“If you are so concerned with my handling of these sacred texts, then it would not do to leave white prints all over the pages.” I said and stretched my hand out to Kiel without meeting his gaze. “You should help me clean them.”

Kiel made a low thoughtful noise. “I do not have a kerchief.” He said. And I heard his nasty smile in his voice. He was thinking the same illicit things as I were. But it was risky. We should not, could not be seen. He would burn and I would be forced to abdicate...

The murmurs of doubt subsided as I felt him lean in and take my hand in his. Palm barely touching palm.

I still had not giving up the presence of reading when his tongue licked my fingertip. It made the downs on my arms rise to spikes.

We were such stupid creatures.

— ‘The Liar Alliance’ Book II of Rise of the Blood Dawn Trilogy by C.A. Wolters

This is some of what I did today 🔥 I told ya. If I don’t feel like writing, I write smut (or the startup/forplay of smut)!

-ciao-

15 for 15 tag 🌸

Thanks @fukusigma ! Indulging in a little make-believe interview before bed is hardly something I’m gonna say no to!

Are you named after someone? Not my first name no. But my middle name ‘Alisa’ is carried by all the girls on my fathers side.

Last time you cried? Hmm. I wanna say today? I’m not sure.. I cry when I’m happy, sad, scared, angry, overwhelmed etc.

Do you have kids? Yes! Two! One is 4 months the other is 2 years and 6 months.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Not really. I use humor to deflect and suppress negative emotions and trauma ☺️

What’s the first thing you notice about someone? Attitude and age. And sometimes shoes, because I gawddamn love shoes.

Eye color? Blue.

Scary movie or happy endings? Both!! Always both! And mixed together! Let’s make it weird!

Special talents? I’m double jointed, and I can bend most of my fingers all the way back (yes. It looks gross).

Where were you born? Denmark. In a hospital.

What are your hobbies? Everything I can learn how to do with my hands.

Do your have any pets? Nope. But I was born surrounded by cats and I will die that same way.

How tall are you? 1,70.

What sports do you play? Pffffth. Nah.

Favorite subjects in school? English. I had a really cool teacher called John. He looked like a retired hells angels, but he spoke the crispest British I’ve ever heard.

Dream job? This.

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Iiiiiiii taaaag: @writersontumbl-r @thatwritergirlsblog @marieassenat @i-should-be-writing-rn @writerintraining-us and again, how the fuck am I supposed to tag peeps on mobile!? I can’t see my follower list!! Am I supposed to remember 300 urls like a fucking savage!?! Get it together @staff

Nano day 7 !! 🌸

Total word count: 9629

I wrote just under 2000 words tonight! It was great!! However not on my nanowrimo wip.

Im so happy! Because it doesn’t matter if I write on the tween story or the second book in my fantasy series —its all pointing at the same goal for me!

WRITE !

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The first couple of years I did nano, it was about finishing! Crossing that mythical border that lies between ‘idea’ and ‘product’. I slaved the first year, scrambled, cried, cheated a little and then decided I was never doing nano again! My friends had joined me, we had several great write-in’s along the journey, but none of us liked what we had mushed together. Of course later I realized that there’s a first draft to everything!

Then my second year came around. I was in the middle of moving and everything was chaos! So naturally, I needed a break from my reality and I completed a ya mystery novel! This year wasn’t hard at all. Finishing came easy, but post-editing never happened.

The next year and the next was halfassed. The ideas were there. The characters! The inspiration! But I honestly had other things on my mind too. Uni things. Adulting things. I thought I had given up on writing because it never seemed to reach beyond my desktop and into the hands of people (you have to send your work out for it to reach ANYTHING -duh).

But then my kid started kindergarten and I suddenly had the luxury of time. Alone time! I wrote the first draft of ‘The Serpent Kiss’ in like two months! Then edited it to a finished work within the year (mind you, I’m still tweaking, can’t seem to stop). I loved the process!! The work! My god! I had never thought I could be this at peace in life! And I knew. Instantly, I knew what I had to do.

Nanowrimo isn’t really about proving to myself that I can complea novel anymore, it’s not about winning the writing-game, it’s about taking a step.

That step across the border of an idea ‘writing is what I want to do with my life’, and into the reality of it.

And so can you!!! I’m taking all you guys down with me!!

Practice reckless optimism ⚔️ ♥️ 💻

“Do not let me see you in my quarters uninvited again, little King. Or I will hurt you.” My lips were stiff over the words but the small smirk at the end did its job. Deria regarded me like a boy did a forbidden toy. If he liked being pushed. He would love being shoved.

“I will make you scream like a little girl.” I whispered with a nasty face before turning on my heel.

I did not look over my shoulder to see if my strike had hit home. Firstly, I did not doubt my aim, and secondly, it would have ruined my exit.

- Rise of the Blood Dawn, BOOK II