#emilyoracle

[aishlingpark]

I made an Emily Armstrong oracle tarot card for her birthday.

The Empress.

[akindofmagictoo]

Potions and Pirates masterpost

so you can easily find the crossover @ashen-crest and I wrote - for all your pirate x potion boy chaos needs

or: what happens when Eli and Ambrose from A Rival Most Vial wash up on the Hurricane by mistake

(all art by the wonderful @ashen-crest, writing is shared)

Chapter 1: Overboard

Chapter 2: Morning

Chapter 3: On Deck

Chapter 4: The Crow's Nest

Chapter 5: Potions in the Galley

Chapter 6: Suspicion

Chapter 7: Pirate Theater part 1

Chapter 8: Pirate Theater part 2

Chapter 9: Diving

Chapter 10: Dry Land

Chapter 11: Pearce

Chapter 12: The Bar

Chapter 13: The Docks

Chapter 14: Shellstrop

Epilogue

Bonus 1: Beneath the Waves

Bonus 2: Where the Heart Is

Art!

Potions and Pirates Taglist:

@copper-dragon-in-disguise @diphthongsfordays @pepperdee @zmwrites @the-orangeauthor

@quilloftheclouds

and a ping for @memento-morri-writes 💙

Hurricane Taglist:

@writingbyjillian @oddsandinks @ahowlinwolf @aziz-writes @juls-writes

@lookinpeach @zmwrites @quilloftheclouds @lowslore @isherwoodj

@katnapped @thepsycheofbrokenthings @happyorogeny @magicalwriting @ettawritesnstudies

@florraisons @tea-and-pirates @writtendevastation @talesofsorrowandofruin @lilmissravingwriter

@zielenbloesem @metanoiamorii @little-boats-on-a-lake @lottieiswriting @violetwrites

@the-unwrittenwriter @ink-fireplace-coffee @iparisaltanwing @tragedieds @pamsdrabbles

@waysofink @hekat-ie @thehellinsideyourhead @starryeve88 @trans1ence

@vellichor-virgo @the-orangeauthor @google-plexed @literary-lavender @crystallized-ink

@ellatholmes @seamajorshanties @crowewritesstuff @ashen-crest @astridmayewrites

@wannabeauthorzofija @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @waterfallwritings @enchanted-lightning-aes @wizardfromthesea

@huloglangit @diphthongsfordays @ruby-overlock @copper-dragon-in-disguise @mr-writes

@josephinegerardywriter @teardropsandtherain @emilyoracle @matcha-chai @fablewritten

@autie-auden-writes @innocentreticent

[karkkidoeswriting]

Fun Fact Friday - Valeri cor Mantgamia

He has two dogs, Cúén and Faendie. They are Cabalusian Bear Dogs, originally bred for hunting big game like bears, but also used by the Cabalusian cavalry class íochiar, which Valeri is too, for warfare. Valeri's dogs are trained for war. They are black, though Faendie has white in her chest, big and they are basically a fantasy world version of Karelian Bear Dogs. He loves them a lot. They sleep with him and go with him basically everywhere. They have a hierarchy since Faedie is older, so she gets to sleep on Valeri's back as his weight blanket, while Cúén sleeps on his feet.

Cúén shares his name with Cúén cor Faélci, though Valeri doesn't know that yet, since Faélci is going with his cousin's name. Once they become hated allies and Valeri learns Faélci's real first name, he absolutely will not let it go that they share a name. What makes it funnier to Valeri is that Faélci is very cold and prickly, while Cúén the dog is extremely eager to please, hyper-active and always demanding affection from Valeri. The amount of times Valeri makes the "Do you want scratches, Cúén?" *turns to Faélci* "I'm talking to the dog" joke as if it never gets old is many.

He has a nice singing voice, but he has too much social anxiety to ever sing in front of other people.

He has extensive burn scars in his back. The worst burns have caused nerve damage, which causes him chronic pain. It's worst in summer, since the pain flares with temperature changes, but it's usually fairly manageable with pain medication.

He's religious. He was raised for several years in an orphanage run by a temple, so he became quite devout Arkhonite, which is the main religion in the Angusian Empire. The main god worshipped in Arkhonity is the Sun God (there's two gods) and a lot of the rituals involve fire, which is a problem for Valeri, since he has pretty bad phobia for fire, and cannot even light a candle himself.

Bear Castle Cycle Masterpost

Tag list under the cut! Let me know if you want to be added/removed!

I decided to do Creators Club's Fun Fact Friday for Valeri too, since I didn't have the time to do it last week! Tagging @creators-club @bardic-tales!

BCC tag list: @siarven @worldbuildng @emilyoracle @frvnwrites @kainablue

@writingrosesonneptune @contes-de-rheio @faelanvance @outpost51 @dotr-rose-love

[karkkidoesartsandcrafts]

Soaked in sunlight she was divine beauty. Her brightness weeded his doubts. In that moment he could understand why some would believe she was the avatar. He chuckled to himself. What blasphemous thoughts she inspired. But blasphemy was nothing in light of her soft round face or the constellation of freckles covering it.

Bear Castle Cycle

Tag lists under the cut.

Art tag list: @siarven @kainablue @i-dragonqueen @lostnavarts

BCC tag list: @/siarven @worldbuildng @emilyoracle @frvnwrites @/kainablue @writingrosesonneptune @contes-de-rheio

@faelanvance @outpost51 @dotr-rose-love

[tc-doherty]

The Hildspel of Athelhyrst | Chapter One

I don't know what else I would do with this if not share it here, so here is Chapter 1, the culmination of an entire year's worth of work!

I don't know how easy it will be to read both because, well, it's a language that doesn't exist and also because I can't exactly do footnotes. But you're more than welcome to try! I did put notes for things that may not have needed them because some of them are still words we have but either we use them very rarely or use them in a different way than they would have been. And some things were executive decisions or me explaining world building I can't get to yet. I figured it was better safe than sorry.

I'm genuinely very proud of not only the fact that I wrote this whole chapter, but of some of the sentences in particular. I think it still manages to have a little flair! Also before you say "but isn't this familiar…" yes, it is sort of me filing the serial numbers off of my Binding Blade fanfiction. But only kind of. I am going to be taking the plot and story in a very different direction, because in the end my fanfiction didn't really resemble the original plot that much anymore anyway.

Edit: I'm in the process of updating this to have a glossary instead so my notes will be disappearing. I will link the glossary below.

Tagging the people I know or think are interested, even if you just want to look at it.

@almedha @thegoddesswater @emilyoracle @magefaery @outpost51 @sam-glade @did-i-do-this-write

2,226 words.

Anglish Wordbook

Cynefrith stood next to her father, gazing out over the heathfield. Under the bright sun she could wellsee the witherwin heer, their swords gleaming with witting evil. The sight chilled her, although she knew that to them, her own shire's heer must look the same.

"Why would they set here?" She asked him.

The witherwin's motherland, Hyllworth Rich, was all highlands - full of barrows and firrows. Their heer fought afoot, horses not being behooveful in such a land, and so a flat lowland field was far from a wise kir. A gouth like this could only be won with fullbore work and hardship. Cynefrith may be young and seldom acosted, but she knew that their king was said to be cunning, and this was not.

Lord Wulfric, frea of Lindingham and highfrea of all the Weared Shires, laughed. "My beloved daughter," he said, "they know we would never bestir our heer to meet a foe cowering amongst the barrows of their motherland."

"But-"

He held up a hand to forestall her. "Yet just as true, such mistrust is the burden of a highfrea. Sunngifu!"

At his call, a harwickner hied to his side from a gathering of ferdmen standing afar. Sunngifu was a tall woman of middling years, a stern demeanor, and seldom seen skill with spear and bow. She dropped to one knee in front of them. "Yea, my lord?"

Lord Wulfric kept looking at the field in front of them. "This land should have been well sifted, is this true?"

"Down to every blade of grass, my lord. High harwickne Osgar saw to it."

"And is aught amiss?"

"Nothing, 'tis but a field."

"Mayhaps King Lanzo is not so clever as he thinks. That is as it is with most men." He ruffled Cynefrith's hair, as he had been wont to do all her life. "Still my lass, keep your wit about you. Lo! Sunngifu, I entrust you, also, to keep my daughter hearty and hale."

“As you say, my lord.”

"Father!" Cynefrith said. "Don't bid such a needless thing! Who will wield Sunngifu's horse?"

It was needless indeed to her. Sunngifu belonged where all of the harwickners belonged - on the heathfield. Cynefrith on the other hand was a dry, and her stead was to be afar, helping the ferdmen with her drycraft. There was little plee to her life, nor was she so frough as to need unyielding warding. To bangle away Sunngifu's time with such a behest was truly hyeless.

But in this she and her father were unthwear.

"As erfward to the highseld of highfrea, you are always a worthwhile target. Any ferdman would be happy to put a witherwin harfrea to the sword. Never forget this. And your anlet, my daughter, is well known to them."

Indeed she could not withsake this soothquid. More than being Lady of Lindingham, more than being the next highfrea of the Weared Shires, she was known because of her mother. The wedlock of a frea to a sellsword would alone be tidings. But that sellsword also happened to be from the eastern eltheed of Skulata. Cynefrith shared some of her mother's outlander looks, being smaller of build and lighter of skin and hair than oftseen. Yea, she was known everywhere. Anyone who saw a girl of Skulatan look outfitted in high Lindingham godweb would know it was her.

Sunngifu broke in. "My underwickner will stand-in to wield my horse for me. There is no hitch in this."

"Yea, I understand."

Wulfric laughed again. "My clever daughter! But look there, they begin to stir. It is time for me to speak to the men." He strode away back to the main body of the heer, leaving Cynefrith and Sunngifu alone.

Lord Wulfric spoke to his men from atop his horse, cutting a truly helethish ansen outfitted as he was in thick gouthhedden fratowed with markings in hues of dark hewn and whelkred, bright iron cloth peeking from beneath, a hackle slung about his shoulders, his great poleaxe at his side.

She did not stop to listen to his speech but went to stand with the other dry who stood aside from the main body of the heer. Drycraft needed clear sightlines, it would not do for them to be fanged by the dwolm of a gouth in full swing. Sunngifu followed after her.

She would not be the only ward standing by the dry that day, indeed not, for dry were often main targets. Why not, when they fought so well from afar, full farlen of even the strongest, swiftest arrows. Some dry were also arade in healcraft and could undo even the most dreadful of heathglembs.

She was not one of them. Indeed, how could she be? Cynefrith was the child of gouthrink on both sides of her blood. Her drycraft was never that of frith, but that of the dwolm of the heathfield.

There were not many dry, only some few handfuls. Many of them were known to her, if only by anlet. She nipped her head to them the barest whit – she was, after all, the daughter of a frea. Those who saw byed in anqueath.

Cynefrith watched her father and looked over the heer. It was not small. She knew that over half the heer of the Weared Shires came from Lindingham alone. Lord Wulfric wielded five high harwickners, each of whom wielded three harwickners.

She misliked it, this happening. She asked of Sunngifu, "King Lanzo's heer was sifted, yea?"

"Yea, my lady."

"How many men does he wield?"

"To my knowledge, nigh on twelve thousand."

Twelve thousand, to abide a witherwin of nigh on fifteen thousand. Cynefrith misliked it. King Lanzo was wise, and sarecrafty, of this he was namecouth. But his deeds now were hyeless. To strike a bigger heer, on land they well knew, in weather which could only give them the upperhand? It must have shown on her anlet, because Sunngifu spoke.

"Lord Wulfric is oft accosted on the heathfield."

"Of this I am aware. But to my kin, overmood is no comeling. It fells great men and lackwits alike. Indeed, more of the latter, as all men are lackwits under its yoke."

"Shall you speak to your father again?"

Her hands clenched the woof of her rooc, rimpling it, but she shook her head. "Much may it misqueme me, I have spoken and he has not heeded. To do more is not yet my bailiwick."

Her father had stopped speaking, and now shied his horse to stand forward from his men. She could see him watching the foe, seemingly at eath. He was hewed in fire and iron, the winner of a thousand heathfields alike to this one.

Overmood, Cynefrith thought to herself sourly. She could not wile the days to come, nor could anyone. But there was a trap here, she knew it. Something was wrong, and there was nothing that she could do about it.

The lift wended then, in the way it does before a storm breaks. It was neither leven nor thunder but the long, low call of a horn. Both heer bestirred, alike nothing so much as two great wilders from the folktales, roaring to seethe their alderdom.

It was not her father who stirred first, but when the men of Hyllworth overflowed from their barrows thwarst the plain like so many ants, his own horn sang out sweet the call to take up weaponing.

The horses' great hooves shook the ground as they raced forward, making Cynefrith's heart bever in her chest. She did her best not to heed, her craft needed as much mindfulness as that of any swordsman, mayhap more. A swordsman may see his weapon as a stitch of himself, and wield it as such. A dry could call upon all the might of the earth and sky, but it was ever itself - its true hearsomeness never was to man.

Of all the world's many showings, leven most eathfully came to her hand, and it was this she now called. On a day with a hoder sky, leven seemed made wholly for this end.

It came willingly this day, prancing about her in the wary wise of all half-tame wild things – throwing off sparks from her hands as it did so. It would not bide long, nor would she ask it to.

She set her sights on a seemingly worthwhile man – one with a loth of bright goldbloom about his shoulders, a great sword at his hip, and a rooc of iron cloth. The leven saw him too and flew to his side, sword and iron cloth both made an outstanding roost for it to land upon.

She could not hear him scream, but she saw him jerk and fall, bringing about a fit of groor in his horse. That would spread, as would the leven – leaping from copper to iron to brass, anything that would hold it. It may hit fere as well as foe were they near, but such was a plee of drycraft. At least she could say leven did not outlast its welcome as did some. Leven would soon tire of this game she set and flee, unlike hungry fire, who could always find more to eat.

She went to her wicken with a willing heart, but it was not long before she once again felt something was amiss.

On the heathfield beneath her the heers were stirring – both wending towards the barrows afar. As they did, her father and his men drew further and further from their starting set – far enough that her drycraft could no longer reach.

When first her spell did not land, she felt a hard lump of dread make in her a home, though she could not give steven to why. But then she heard once more the mournful call of a horn which seemed to her a roop from death itself, so unalike was it to the horns up until that brightomwhile.

At first nothing happened.

But then, from behind those sharp fangs of the earth they rose – drakes in sere score, with riders weaponed for gouth.

"Nay!" She did not underyet her reard until it throughwent her lips, but she knew – lo, how well she knew – that her father's heer was not reacon of withstanding drakes.

How had Hyllworth Rich gotten them? They did not live there, they were from – as her mother had been – far eastern Skulata.

In truth it did not dow. The drakes were here, and making for her father and his heer at speed.

"My lady." It was Sunngifu, who grabbed her arm and fanded for her to heed.

Cynefrith shook her off.

"We must leave."

"I cannot! My father-" Cynefrith took a few steps and fanded to raise a strong wind. Wind did not care for her ofttimes, but to-day it came, to no freem. They were too far. They were too far, and she was not strong enough. Was she or was she not the daughter of Lord Wulfric, of the namecouth sellsword Arite? Was she or was she not the afterbear of a hundred or more gouthrink?

She fanded anew, to the same outcome.

"My lady," Sunngifu said again. Her reard was frithful, but her grip was not as she hent once again Cynefrith's arm and began to pull her away.

"I cannot, I beseech you, let go!"

Sunngifu was stronger by far, and drycraft was not behooveful so near lest she wish to hit also herself. Cynefrith had naught but her words – which fell on deaf ears.

"Your father may yet live, but you cannot fall here, my lady. It was his behest of me. We must eftcome to Lindingham Borough."

Arrows and spells flew and the drakes swooped low as Sunngifu both pulled and shoved Cynefrith to where their horses stood.

"Unhand me at once!" Cynefrith yelled as Sunngifu lifted her into the saddle.

"Nay, my lady. For now I still must follow your father's hests."

She swung with eath into the saddle and, upon grabbing the leads of both horses, gave hers a mighty kick which sent them both leaping away in the bearing of home.

Cynefrith could only watch as the drakes – now quickly growing small – began to land.

[memento-morri-writes]

Is there anything in the world(s) you created that you wish you could change but because it's been the way it has so long, it either can't change or it feels weird to change it? @emilyoracle

Hello, and happy wbw!! Thanks for the ask!!!

Hm... I'm not sure??? I haven't really gotten far enough to consider any retcon-ing, especially with CoS, since it's just a little baby WIP.

As for ATQH, I probably need to cut some of the characters, cause they're unnecessary and just make things a little too confusing. But I'm also desperately attached to all of them.

As for worldbuilding, nothing that I would change that I can think of right now. Maybe just add some more depth to the world of ATQH.

[lyralit]

ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀʙʟʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛɪᴇꜱ (ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ)

I've gotten many requests asking how to find similar blogs, so here are the lovely ones I've gotten to know—and hope to get to know better! tag others and I'll add them <3

prompts @prompts-in-a-barrel ; @screnwriter ; @urfriendlywriter ; @dailyau ; @love-me-a-good-prompt ; @poetic-petrichor

discovering new blogs (who also have great blogs) @wip-nook / @mr-writes ; @asomeoneperson

fandoms, tag games, beautiful people @annarts05 ; @twelve-kinds-of-trouble ; @theslacker ; @riverselkiesing <3 ; @jessicas-story-blog22

inspiration @dxviiin ; @flashfictionfridayofficial ; @thelatinlibrarian ; @cruciocity ; @writing-culture-is

interesting wips @athenswrites ; @circa-specturgia ; @my-writblr ; @elilovesu ; @emilyoracle (go check out Neon Tiger!) ; @cruel-legacies ; @writingonesdreams ; @ozwrites

help (in writing, not life) @writingquestionsanswered ; @georgelthomas ; @bone-and-butterflies ; @livi-the-writer ; @writingwithfolklore ; @writingwithcolor

[fablerbooks]

Betrayal. Longing. Deep-seated hatred. Desperate, aching love. When Tiger is confronted by the man who ruined his life and left him for dead, he didn't expect a greeting like this. Read chapter one of NEON TIGER, available now! Written by our author @emilyoracle and illustrated by our artist @zaaly. 18+ only, m/m SFF romance.

[lanonima]

I was tagged in some questions by @von-wild-brothers​ sorry it took me so long to answer them!

What's one thing that your friends say that applies to you? Like a quirk or something they know you for? Something they associate with you always?

My most infamous habit is probably making Excel spreadsheets for literally everything.

Who inspires you in your life? I don't mean a celebrity, but a person you know, brag about someone incredible that is your inspiration.

I don't know if other people inspire me much. I like seeing my friends do well! But I'm always just charging ahead doing whatever I want to do regardless LOL

Who do you consider to be your favorite person and why?

@hakbot​ and @kaket123​ because they are my best friends who I’ve lived with for a long time, and who I've known even longer than that~

and @comradewodka​ and @emilyoracle​ who are likewise very good, long-term friends of mine even if I don't live with them.

What's your favorite kind of animal? If you lived with said animal, what would you name them? If you have said animal, what is their name?

Hyenas! I have 2 toy hyenas named Kandi and Brutus, so probably that.

What color is your most recent obsession?

I love pink <3

What's a little decor item that you want to own in the future?

I have a statue that I bought at a resale shop that's a deer in military dress and I've always been looking for something with a similar vibe so that he can have a friend.

Do you have any mundane but cute "talent"/thing you can do? Something just slightly unusual but also completely usual?

I can remember the plot of almost everything I've read or seen, even from decades ago. It's not completely infallible, but my memory for that kind of thing is uncommonly good. I can't remember anything else though, of course.

Do you like fashion? What kind of a dresser are you? More casual? Fancy?

I mostly like medieval and traditional fashions. In real life I just wear jeans and sweatshirts. I'm not really into modern fashion.

Do you wear makeup? What's your go-to makeup look? If you don't wear makeup, have you ever thought of wearing it?

I don't wear makeup. I never really have except for 1 or 2 fancy occasions where my mom insisted. I experimented with just colored eyeliner for a very short time, but makeup isn't for me. I don't care enough, and I like the way I look just fine.

Recommend us one movie that the critics/public didn't like that much when it came out but you personally think is a hidden gem!

I mean it's practically my entire catalog of things I like but...Practical Magic. I adore that movie and I know it didn't get good reviews for various reasons.

What show are you watching right now? Recommend it to us!

We watch different shows every day of the week but if I had to pick one, The Man from U.N.C.L.E. I've had it for a while because it was passed down to me but we only just got around to watching it. I thought it would be sort of hokey spy stuff and it is that but also it's legitimately hilarious. Ilya is the funniest man alive.

Have you ever watched an anime? If yes, which one?

Literally hundreds. My favorite anime is Twelve Kingdoms.

What's your favorite kind of art medium? Recommend us an artist or show us an art piece (could be music, painting, crochet, whatever) that you really love!

I'm honestly not that in the art. My favorite medium to work with is markers, and I also enjoy cross-stitch. I can appreciate most crafts and art that people make but I don't tend to get really attached to any particular pieces.

What do you like to do when you are bored?

Write, do jigsaw puzzles, read, clean.

How many pillows do you sleep with, if any?

Seven.

Do you have trouble with sleeping? Do you remember your dreams a lot or forget them as soon as you wake up?

I sleep fitfully although I don't tend to be under-rested. I dream a lot and very often remember them. I get a lot of my story ideas from dreams that I've had.

Who is one cool character in something you've seen in your life that you hyperfocused on at a time in your life.

Lilina from Fire Emblem, Arslan from Arslan Senki, Nives from Il regno della fantasia… There's probably been a lot honestly.

Show us your current phone case!

This one:

Recommend people a song that has meant a lot to you sometime in your life and share us the story about if you'd like.

Hm, I don’t know about that one. I just like music in general.

How has your day been so far?

Good! Although the power was threatening to go out earlier.

UwU - I love you!

<3 <3 <3

Tagging @girlscarpia​ @almedha​ @thegoddesswater​ @mrmissmrsrandom​ if you want to~

[westywrites]

Find the Word tag

Thanks @tc-doherty for tagging me to find the words: worry, permanent, fold, chase, and request.

I checked for all of these words in Cypress Ascending, but only one was in there. So once again, I'm posting excerpts from The Corvine book one, Essence of Stars.

Worry

Cambridge watched Lennox as he walked with his head down. He kicked at stones and hummed softly to himself. The shop was clearly important to him, and he’d had to leave it behind. She couldn’t get the raven’s warning out of her mind. It said they weren’t safe. She should’ve told the others, but she didn’t want them to worry. Everyone was so worried. Water coursed under the bridge and the morning light showed the filth inside. She sighed and pulled at the uncomfortable bonnet. They just had to make it onto the canal boat and then they’d be free. They’d go to the country where everything was clean, and there was no one to bother them. Everything would work itself out. That’s why Lennox had done this after all, to get them to freedom. She looked at her gloved hands. Having to hide herself didn’t feel like freedom. 

Permanent

“Whether or not you realize it, every time you use your power, some part of you crosses that barrier. Whether or not you realize it, every time, some part of you doesn’t cross back.”

Silence reigned. All that was left was the crackling fire and [Avenir's] ragged breath.

“Every time, some part of you dies. Maybe, it’s your brain, and you slowly lose your mind.” She looked at Lennox. “Maybe, it’s your body, and you slowly lose the ability to move, to feel anything.” She turned to Ivory. “Maybe, it’s your voice, and one day you’ll have used your power so much that you can’t speak at all. Or maybe, like Cambridge, it’s something new and impossible, and we can’t know what will happen.”

“But the effects fade…?” Lennox’s fingers dug into his thighs. 

Good, he should be uncomfortable.

Helio spoke up, voice and face solemn, "in extreme circumstances, the damage will become permanent. But under normal use, it is only a mild inconvenience."

Fold

Settling down with rough blankets on the hard floor, the others had already changed into nightclothes. Cambridge stood in the closet, gloved hands wrapped in the folds of her skirt. She pulled at the fabric, dreaming of a world where it was more than a costume. To take it off would be to break the illusion. To take it off would mean seeing what’s underneath. She shivered.

Chase

“Lennox.” Cambridge’s voice and the cold air together chased the stars out of his vision. 

He snapped back to reality and took stock of the crowd in front of him. Supervisors, workers, and children alike stared up at the factory. Flames danced in their eyes. A cry passed through the crowd as a window shattered, throwing glass over their heads. 

And, funny enough, I couldn't find request in Essence of Stars/The Corvine in general, but it was the one I found in Cypress Ascending!

God-touched fulfilled the missions given to them by the god they served. Simple as that. When Eadim had appeared before her, Solace hadn’t expected to spend the rest of her days travelling between small towns and smaller towns to ease the pain of the sick and dying. All in all, it was not a bad mission. She served a purpose. And people adored her. As the name she chose for herself suggested, the god of Old Age had granted her the power to give solace to those who needed it. She was happy to serve any of the Sphaera, let alone a god as well-respected as the Fourth Stage. But after years of doing it, her mission had become dreadfully boring. At times, she considered requesting an audience with Eadim just to ask him to give her a new one. 

I think I will tag @muddshadow @emilyoracle and @leonajasmin-writeblr to find the words: world, land, ocean/sea, and city/town! Only if you want to, no pressure at all.

Also, anyone else who sees this, consider it an open tag! I'd love to see excerpts of everyone's wips ☺

[italiangothicwriteblr]

SUPER intrigued by The Traitor's Heir being a comedy while the summary is rather dark! Anyway, WBW Q: Why is it shameful to have magic? And nobles send their kids away but what do peasants/common people do if their child is born magical? Do they usually try to hide it? If it's found out, are the children killed? (emilyoracle writing from my main)

Hi! Happy WBW!

So, the shame around magic comes from it being pretty rare--it doesn’t happen often, there’s not a ton of information around it, so a legend was able to develop around it. It’s a case of people being afraid of something because they don’t understand it.

There were always people who wanted to get rid of it, but it didn’t become official policy until Basilio took over. His nobles either send their kids away so he doesn’t find out (it would bring shame on their family, he doesn’t understand “it just happens sometimes, kids are born with it and parents have to just deal with that”), keep them around and try to hide it (never goes well), or just let him turn their magical kid into a weapon. Peasants and common people usually have a better chance of hiding their kid’s magic, but some of them have anger towards magic as well. If the kid is caught, they aren’t immediately killed. They’re usually taken to the palace, and Basilio tries to turn them to his side. If that doesn’t work--then yeah, they usually die.

On the other side--reantica nobles are usually nicer about magic, just by virtue of not working for a man who wants to kill all sorcerers--but there is a tendency to blame magic for the war (That’s why Basilio makes Giacomo do all his dirty work). It’s definitely safer for sorcerers in reantica territory, but a lot of their nobles will range from untrusting to outright hostile towards magic. There are even some magic hunters who want Enrico to get rid of magic in reantica territory (one is his sister in law. This is a hilarious dynamic).

Also, you did not ask, but I’m gonna take this ask as an excuse to talk about the different territories and how safe it is for magic (and tackle the question of why any sorcerers would ever stay in South Circi)

So, Basilio is in the south of the Circian empire--completely, obviously unsafe.

The easiest place for sorcerers to flee would be Enrico in North Circi, but a lot of people don’t because they don’t trust him. Everyone still thinks he was in league with Basilio during the war. He actually is pretty accepting of magic, and eventually sorcerers do start fleeing to his territory. His self hatred is so strong that his attitude towards magic is “they can’t be worse than me!”. He doesn’t blame magic for the war because he’s too busy blaming himself.

Then there’s Bellamagna, the warrior nation to the east of Circi. No one flees there because a) you have to cross a dangerous mountain range, and b) everyone’s a little bit scared of them, too. They are terrifyingly good warriors.

There’s also Candemero a little farther north, but magic never made it there and no one wants to be first.

So a lot of people just end up working for the remala.

Sorry for the wall of text but I got excited!

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Potions and Pirates masterpost

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(all art by the wonderful @ashen-crest, writing is shared)

Chapter 1: Overboard

Chapter 2: Morning

Chapter 3: On Deck

Chapter 4: The Crow's Nest

Chapter 5: Potions in the Galley

Chapter 6: Suspicion

Chapter 7: Pirate Theater part 1

Chapter 8: Pirate Theater part 2

Chapter 9: Diving

Chapter 10: Dry Land

Chapter 11: Pearce

Chapter 12: The Bar

Chapter 13: The Docks

Chapter 14: Shellstrop

Epilogue

Bonus 1: Beneath the Waves

Bonus 2: Where the Heart Is

Art!

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BEAR CASTLE CYCLE

Pre-Civil War and Post-Civil War Marcus K'irhimzaham

Marcus at age 30 (roughly) as a general and then at age 48 as a disgraced traitor. I've been thinking of the uniforms a lot lately, which is one of the reasons I made Pre-Civil War Marcus in his Cabalusian uniform.

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The Hildspel of Athelhyrst | Chapter Two

I'm honestly delighted by how quickly I was able to finish this chapter! But of course, dialogue is always easier for me to write. It's more set up than anything else, but it still had to be written.

1,216 words.

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Chapter one | Anglish Wordbook

They rode hard that day wrapped in angry swy, and did not stop until the horses could not take another step. They had no food or yares of any kind, only themselves and a small fire by the roadside.

"You've made a milksop of me, Sunngifu," Cynefrith said, her first words in stounds.

"Nae, my lady."

"We have forsaken the men once, why should they follow someone they think to be adread?"

"Such may be the orlay of a ferdman or harwickner, but the world is not in shades of black and white only. You are the next highfrea – your life is of great weight for Lindingham and all the Weared Shires." Sunngifu stopped for a brightomwhile to besee the fire. "You have no siblings, to lose both you and your father would cast the Weared Shires into dwolm."

Cynefrith wrapped her arms about her knees and said no more. No one from the heathfield had fayed them, neither fere nor foe. They were wholly alone in the uncaring night.

"Rest," Sunngifu said. "No one will be about in the dark. To-morrow may bring tidings."

Good or bad she did not say, but Cynefrith knew that both of them feared the worst with untwee they would hear it.

But neither could have known or guessed what tidings to-morrow would bring them in truth.

The next morning they fared slowly, mayhap for the sake of the horses or mayhap in hope that their fellows would find them. They did not speak on it, or on aught else. And indeed, mid morning found that a sondsman did meet them on the road – but he came from the bearing of Lindingham Borough.

He knew her and pulled his horse to a stop.

"My lady!" He said happily, before he saw they were road weary and alone. "Where is your father and the heer? I must find them."

Cynefrith and Sunngifu shared a look before she spoke. As they had in the night, the sondsman too had ridden his horse into a lather – and so early in the morning. That could only mean ill. Unluck on all sides and none to bear it but her.

Sunngifu was right – she was the next highfrea. She could neither wrath nor weep here on this dusty road – only rise to abide any arvethsithe that found her.

"You may not find them. Give me your sond first."

He byed his head. "It is not good, my lady. While the heer was gone, the stronghold has fallen."

Cynefrith could not believe that. Even without the heer, Lindingham Stronghold – indeed, all of Lindingham Borough – still could not be taken without fullbore hardship. It never had been taken, not since her alder, Lord Linding himself, had seen the first stone laid into the dirt.

"Who? How? What has happened? Speak, lad," Sunngifu bade.

He byed anew. "Lordswike," he spat. "Those worthless curs Hrothgar, Eadwig, and Osberht hatched a draught and fanged the stronghold, and the borough. Some fought, but more stood with them. My eldfather is Leofsige, my lady. He sent me with the sond, I fled right before the great borough gates were lowered."

He was small and young, as all sondsmen were, but now that he had said so, she could afoldly see the mark of his bloodline upon him – in the hazel hue of his eyes, and the shape of his anlet.

"Did Leofsige linger behind?

"My eldfather is not the kind to run," he said proudly

Indeed, Cynefrith well knew it. Leofsige had been steward of Lindingham Stronghold since before her birth, she had known him all her life.

But she had also known the Earls Hrothgar, Eadwig, and Osberht all her life. She knew they had flites with her father – over his wedlock to her mother, she had heard, and over his wern to wed anew after Arite's death. But to go this far? Why? She did not ken.

Cynefirth felt a darkness alight upon her. There is only death ahead and behind, she thought, and nowhere at all to rest.

"My lady?" Sunngifu asked.

"We must go back to the heathfield."

Sunngifu sighed, but Cynefrith did not let her speak.

"Nae, we must go back. We must see to our dead and wounded. I can do nothing for the borough right now, but I will need the backing of the heer for what is to come."

"What is to come?" The sorn asked.

"I will not give leave for my folk to strike at their brethren if I may forbow it. I will first begreed the earls with swikedom to the gathered frea of the Weared Shires. This happening was no tofall."

"How do you mean?"

"The drakes," Cynefrith said. "Without the drakes, our sye was thought to be wiss. They would not dare bestir themselves thus if they thought my father would ever walk his halls again."

The young sondman kenned. "One or more of them was talking with Hyllworth Rich!"

"It must be so."

"There is much anyet in such a reching," Sunngifu thasledged warily. "But this is not something that can be fettled with eath."

"No it is not. And I will need more cunning." Cynefrith looked at the sondsman. "Do you think you could income the borough again?"

"I know someone who might," he said. "What cunning do you need?"

"Anything. Everything. I will take your sond to the heer. Meet us there when you can."

"Yea, my lady! It shall be as you ask." He wharved his horse to leave.

"Wait!"

"My lady?"

"What is your name?"

"Godric, my lady."

"You have my thanks, Godric."

He grinned and byed once more before kicking his horse and leaving them behind.

Sunngifu did not look happy.

"What?" Cynefrith asked.

"It is not my bailiwick."

"Say it."

She sighed again. "Only that needing to go to the weared freas before you can even be wolderbed bodes ill."

"Yea, but what should I do? Even if all the ferdmen yet live, what should I do? Besit our home? Do I tear down her walls stone by stone? Fill her waters with atter? Rain fire or shot upon her? How can I? It is my home, my folk, that which I should be warding."

"And if the frea offer no help, or if the earls do not heed them?"

"I know not."

"You must wale a path. A frea – let alone a highfrea – must not be seen to mammer. You must be manful."

Her father had said much the same. Cynefrith nodded. "I ken. I will think on it."

"I will stand ever at your side, my lady. Should you need me."

Cynefrith took a deep breath. "Thank you," she said for the second time that morning. "But now we must see to the dead before the living. Let us go."

She pulled her horse about until it looked upon their forn path, and knew she now walked upon a road that would lead to anothergates badow in allness. Her father had taught her, but now she went for first blood and he was not there to see, or help.

She can only hope she was ready – she did not have any other kir. She was the get of gouthrink. She could win, or she could fall, but she never could yield.

[lyralit]

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Figment: Low Urban Fantasy [needs update]

The Citadel is falling, and the Salvation has just put itself back together. In order to reclaim the corrupt country, the rebel group strikes a deal with Solace Grey, in exchange for safe return of her dying friend from the Citadel’s facilities. To defeat the Citadel, they must put together a ploy clever enough to join thousands of banished Ability-wielders, Figments, and reintiate the Redemption, a covert assassin group sharpened to fight the government.

The Red Legacy: Southeast Asian Historical Adventure

China, 1811. The Pirate Lord has fallen. The flags of the Qing dynasty flap higher than ever as they work to exterminate the leaderless seafarers, and it is time for a new ruler to be chosen. The twelve most powerful families on the seas have provided their heirs, and each must battle to place their claim on the throne, solving three impossible tasks to stake their hold on the crown.

There is only one winner. Only one Pirate Lord.

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