#wip: iris

[writingingraves]

IRIS - Progress Sneak Peek [2]

I finished the Outline! Five versions and the final one is nearly 7k words (oh ho, oh no). Now, onto the 1st Draft! I am planning five-six drafts. Previous Progress Sneak Peek.

[(Redacted Spoilers) Details Are Subject To Change]

Work on IRIS the remaster has officially began! Content is shown on the B/T community first.

IRIS' L. is the placeholder title for a future book: a portal fantasy, whimsical story with teen drama, mystery, venturing and body horror. It is part of the Creation And Destruction (Standalone) Tetralogy, a BAD TOKENS story.

[ieppiq]

OC in Three Tag

Thank you dearly for the tag, @talesofsorrowandofruin . Late to it, because Tumblr never notified my second account.

Doing this with Iris from my current, main WIP: IRIS' L.

Random tagging (feel free to ignore): @aalinaaaaaa , @wayfaringauthorofficial , @writingamongther0ses , @sharkblizzardblogs and @surroundedbypearls !

*i do not own any of these pictures

[ieppiq]

Write and self-publish IRIS' L (placeholder name).

reblog with one creative goal that you would like to pursue in 2025 in the tags

it doesn’t have to be ‘big’ and there is no pressure to complete said goal. but i’d love to hear from writers, artists, performers, academics, designers, coders, and so on! 🤍

if it’s a creative outlet, it’s included. let’s inspire each other ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

[humanjarvis]

alternative medicine

synopsis: after a tough mission, you stop by zayne’s house for a checkup. but caleb thinks you should’ve come to him.

tags: condescending jealous dom caleb, stubborn reader but justified, friendly zayne cameo, caleb’s got a weird scent thing, bickering, massage, groping, cockwarming, riding (forced), non pip-squeak pet names (baby & princess), manhandling, biting, marking, boob slapping, hair pulling, rough…not sex?

pairing: caleb x fem reader/mc

word count: 2.2k 

a/n: yall didn’t think i could still write dom caleb did u. maybe i can’t and this sucks. anyway i have turned the wholesome caleb text above into a monstrosity. if ur partner ever gets jealous when u go to the doctor irl u should ditch them immediately 

The blare of a car horn outside your bedroom window rouses you from a deep sleep. 

Late morning sunlight greets you as you blink your eyes open, surveying the mess you’d left your room in when you’d flopped into bed last night. Clothes, gear, and bags strewn all over the floor…yesterday’s mission had really taken a lot out of you.

And when you try to sit up on the mattress, you find it took even more than you thought.

Because your body hurts. Stiffness and soreness in every muscle, to the point where every movement has your limbs screaming in pain. Even your worst period cramps couldn’t compare to the army of cells trying to tear themselves apart in your body right now.

You’d really overdone it.

Staring at the ceiling, trying not to breathe too hard in case that hurts, too, you rack your brain for options. 

Back to sleep? Back to sleep would be good. Would be great, if you didn’t have plans with Caleb tonight. And flaking out this late would only make him worry. 

Power through it? Maybe. But as you try to rise again, a sharp burn in your abdomen has you gasping and crashing back down. Maybe not.

Medicine? The sensible choice. But you’d been so busy with work lately that you hadn’t been to the pharmacy in ages, and everything you had that might have helped you was expired. 

Lucky for you, you have friends in high places.

“Ow,” you groan, wincing at the sudden pressure on your neck. “Yes, it hurts when you touch there.”

“As I warned you it might,” Zayne replies smartly. “Who was it that requested this exam, again?”

“Sorry,” you grumble, lips tugging into a deep frown. “You’re using your free time to see me, I know. I’ll be quiet.”

Your friend in a high place was off work today, you’d learned when you texted him earlier. And while you’d been more than happy to leave him in peace and let him enjoy his day, when he’d learned of your condition, he’d all but insisted you come over for treatment. 

So with gritted teeth, protesting limbs, and a quick stop to a nearby coffee shop, you’d made the short trip to his neighborhood. When you’d sucked up the pain and knocked on his door,  he’d welcomed you with open arms, especially when he saw the milk tea you’d brought as compensation. 

“You don’t work for the rest of the week, correct?” Zayne asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Nope. We had it so rough yesterday, Jenna gave everyone a long weekend. I’m free to writhe around in agony ‘til Monday,” you answer, grimacing as he checks your forearms. 

“No need. You have a moderate case of overexertion—which might feel agonizing, but it’s nothing simple painkillers can’t fix,” he decides, stepping away to rummage through a cabinet. 

“Here, take these,” he says, holding out a familiar bottle of medicine. “One pill every six hours until the pain stops. You can keep them for future use, but let me know when you’re feeling better.” 

“Thanks, Dr. Zayne,” you sing, sliding down from his bar stool to give him a friendly hug. As his large hand pats your back, you breathe in his scent: clean and light, with a hint of jasmine. “What would I do without you?”

As you swing open your apartment door and flick on the main light, a hulking figure startles you much less than it should.

Freshly showered and in his nightclothes, Caleb is already inside, flipping through a book as he lounges on your armchair. An hour early, but what did you expect, coming from him?

“Hello to you, too,” you greet him wryly. “Of course you can come in. Make yourself at home, why don’t you?”

“Well, this is my second home. Would be my first, if you’d let me sleep on the couch,” he quips, a boyish grin lighting up his face as he reaches you in four long strides. “Sorry for bein’ so early, pip-squeak. I just couldn’t wait to see you.” 

“Mm, I missed you too,” you admit, standing on your tiptoes to give him a chaste peck. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day—I’m just so tired,” you whine, falling into him dramatically.

A half-second after he catches you, Caleb falters. “Did you go to a cafe today?” he asks hesitantly. “You smell different.”

“…No?” you blink slowly, staring up at him in confusion. “I got some milk tea earlier, but I only went through the drive-thru. What do I smell like?”

“Like jasmine,” he frowns, scanning you with slightly narrowed eyes. 

“Oh, that. I said I was tired, right? It’s because of my mission yesterday. I could barely move when I woke up, so I went to see Zayne earlier. You know he loves jasmine stuff—his house smells like it a little, too. Anyway, he gave me some medicine for the soreness. I’ll probably take some before we go to bed,” you explain, fishing the pill bottle out of your purse and rattling it in the air. 

“His house?” Caleb asks, voice strained with alarm.

“What?”

“You saw Zayne, but not at his office. You went to his house for medicine?”

“Uh, yeah,” you shrug simply, leaving his embrace to stand up straight. “He was off today.”

On Caleb’s face is a mix of disbelief, betrayal, and envy. But you, too busy fiddling with the pill bottle, are too distracted to notice. 

When you look up again, his only emotion is cool, confident resolve.

“Alright then, pip-squeak,” he cheers with a dangerous glint in his eyes. “We gonna watch the movie, or would you rather mess with that bottle all night?”

Your movie night starts off slow, normal, with all the whispered jokes and casual touches of the ones before. 

So when Caleb puts more pressure where his hand rests on your shoulder, you think nothing of it, at first.

But when that hand starts groping and squeezing, fondling your soft flesh under the thin fabric of your shirt, you swivel your head and eye him suspiciously. “What are you doing?”

“Just givin’ you a massage, pip-squeak,” he grins, his murmur barely audible over the gunfire on screen. “You’re still sore, right? Let me help you out.”

Unconvinced, you scrutinize him until his innocent smile dissolves your willpower. “Okay,” you say warily, turning back to face the screen as large hands caress your body. “Thank you. But don’t distract me—this is the good part.”

***

The whole third act of the movie passes, but Caleb never stops. Your shoulders, arms, stomach, hips—every part of you he can reach, pliant under his eager touch. 

And you can’t focus. 

It’s when his wandering hands greedily squeeze the fat of your breasts that you pause the movie with a choked gasp.

“You don’t have to…I’m not sore there,” you chide, cheeks flaming from embarrassment and something more.

“Hm? Is it not helping? With the way you gasped just now, I’d think it felt really good,” he mocks, leaning in to tease you up close.

“It’s not bad. You’re just…being thorough,” you grumble, retreating from his advance.

“More thorough than Zayne was earlier, I hope,” he shoots back bitterly, and it all clicks into place.

Scoffing, you turn to face him fully, making his hands fall to your sides. “You can’t be serious. Of all the things to be jealous of—”

“I’m jealous that my girlfriend would go to another guy’s house for help when she has me on speed dial.” 

“Oh my god, Caleb, you’re not a doctor! I would’ve called you if I needed a ride home or something, not if I needed medical help.” 

“When was the last time you saw a doctor just because you were sore?” he lifts a brow, slowing his movements on your body. “I can help you just like this. You’re feelin’ better since I started, right? I can tell you are. You’re less tense, and you don’t wince when you move anymore. That’s me. Not him.”

He’s not wrong. Since he started his massage, your muscles had relaxed almost miraculously, as if his hands were the antidote to your pain. 

You won’t tell him that, of course. Pride and all.

“I’d be perfectly fine with Zayne’s painkillers,” you snap haughtily. “I don’t need you for everything, you know.”

At that, Caleb freezes entirely. 

But only for a moment.

“Is that so?” he asks lowly, breath fanning the shell of your ear. There’s a threat in his voice. A promise. Things never ended well when he took that tone with you. 

“Wait,” you try to backtrack, nervously bracing your hands against his chest. “I didn’t mean it like that, I-I just—”

Before you can plead your case, Caleb hauls you up and into his lap, molding your back to his front with an iron grip.

“I know exactly what you meant, pip-squeak,” he whispers in your ear. “But I thought you’d be tired of me provin’ you wrong by now.”

As you squirm helplessly in his hold, his hands return to your chest, pulling your shirt up to pluck and grope your tender skin. It’s hardly a massage anymore, with how rough he’s being—rolling your nipples under skilled fingers, tugging them until they ache with pleasure. When he cups one breast with merciless ownership, making your flesh spill out between his fingers, you moan and wriggle in his lap, reigniting the burn in your thighs. 

“Still hurts?” Caleb asks, laying his head on your shoulder tauntingly. 

“N-no, it feels g—”

He cuts you off. “It does, huh?” he pouts with feigned pity. “Poor baby, still so tight…don’t worry, I’ll loosen you up.”

Before you can react, he lifts you slightly to free his hard length from his sweats. Under your skirt, his hand pinches the fat of your ass hard before he slides your soaked panties to the side. 

And then slowly, steadily, Caleb lowers you down on his waiting cock, inch by devastating inch. 

Your mixed gasps fill the room as you adjust to the feel of each other—you suction his length, he savors your warmth.

“This better, princess?” he grits out, one hand still fondling your breast while the other grips your hip.

“Caleb,” you groan, annoyance and arousal blending together. 

He coos in response, pressing a gloating kiss to your hair. “Aw, it is? I know it is.” 

Chuckling breathily behind you, he slaps the flesh of your breast with a reverberating smack, and you squeal as your skin ripples. “He didn’t help you like this, right? I hope he didn’t,” he jeers. “Otherwise, I’ll have to pay him a visit.” 

Hissing at the lingering sting on your chest, you stomp his foot with your smaller one. “You are so childish! It wasn’t like that.” 

“You’re melting around me, baby,” he ignores you, shifting his hips to press deeper into you. “You don’t need those pills, you don’t need him—not while I’m here. I’m the first one you tell. First one you cry to. No one else. Isn’t that right?”

Mewling at the new angle, you shake your head wildly, bringing an arm up to tug at his hair. 

Huffing out a laugh, Caleb sinks his teeth into your neck in warning, sucking harshly before lapping at the mark. “No?” he asks, grinding your hips into his so roughly that stars cloud your vision. 

“When you're hungry, you call Caleb. When you're thirsty, you call Caleb. When you're happy you call Caleb, when you're sad you call Caleb. And when you’re sick, you still. Call. Caleb,” he finishes, punctuating his last command with three punishing thrusts into you. “Say yes.”

Stubborn as ever, you deny him, still squirming in his grasp. But when he bounces you on top of him, forcing your aching thighs and ass against his swollen base in slick, lewd slaps, you lose the dignity you had left. “Yes!” you squeal in submission, digging your nails into his thighs to ground yourself. “Y-yes, I’ll come to you when I need something. Always. I should’ve this time, I’m sorry.”

As soon as the words leave your lips, it’s like the tension in the room evaporates. 

Sighing contentedly, Caleb wraps an arm around your middle, pulling you flush against his chest to lay a kiss on your temple. “I know you are. But it’s okay now, right? Lesson learned for next time.”

“Next time,” you agree dazedly, eyelids drooping as his length still pulses inside you.

“Now, why don’t you pass me the remote? We have a movie to finish.”

The movie ended an hour ago.

But Caleb was far too satisfied watching you doze off on his cock to ruin the moment. 

Now, slipping out of your heat with gentle precision, he gathers your sleeping form in his arms, cradling your head to his chest.

You smell like him now. Good.

Carrying you to your bedroom, he lays you down and slips a loose t-shirt over your head before pulling the covers to your chin.

For a moment, he watches you, a serene smile gracing his lips in the moonlight. 

And then, he dips a hand into his pocket, fishing out the stolen pill bottle and dropping it in the trash.

[writingingraves]

IRIS - Scenario # (OC PMV)

This is the winner option of the community poll! Sorry but due to mental health issues, I could only do a lazy PMV instead of an Animatic. I promise the second part will have animated bits! TW: The song contains themes of Violence and SA. CW: Epilepsy Notice and Non-explicit Imagery.

Work on IRIS the remaster has officially began! Content is shown on the B/T community a couple days prior blog posts.

IRIS' L. is the placeholder title for an upcoming (Teen bordering on Young Adult) book: a portal fantasy, whimsical story with teen drama, mystery, venturing and body horror. It is part of the Creation And Destruction (Standalone) Tetralogy, the very first installment of the first BAD TOKENS story.

[ieppiq]

'Boom! Roasted.' Tag Game

Roast Your OCs Like The Office's Michael Scott. Original:

Doing this with three IRIS' L WIP characters; chosen randomly:

TO VIPLAV: "First name: Viplav. Lat name: Baby Face. With dude's attitude, you'd say he peaked in highschool... but by the looks of it - he's never left! Boom! Roasted."

TO SEAN: "You poor thing, don't you want to cry to your mother? Oh wait; you can't! Boom! Roasted."

TO CARMENSITA: "You know, you really take after your father! ...Oh, not your step dad. I meant the deadbeat. Boom! Roasted."

tagging @indoorghost , @druidx , @ettawritesnstudies , @surroundedbypearls , @ryns-ramblings , @chauceryfairytales , @aalinaaaaaa and @wayfaringauthorofficial .

[writingingraves]

Me when I remaster the CnD Tetralogy.

reading my own fics as a reference for a new wip and squinting at it like "how the hell did I do that"

[bunnytoba]

perhaps an appropriately adjusted (step)ladder should help?

[kermie190]

I am A-set, also known as Tesa! Be seeing you!

[herasushi]

irisssss irisss irissssssss iris from the murderbot diaries (im sorry i wont finish this one)

[ieppiq]

This is so well put together! Thanks for the tag! Doing this with Gem from my main, current WIP called IRIS'L.

Name: The First Skiagemma Joo-mi

Nickname: Gem

Appearance: Think Epic The Musical's Telemachus with vitiligo, dark horns, spikes, red eyeliner and an oreo colored, Kpop star wolfcut.

Type of Being: Clag/Umbra-born + Angel Hybrid

Age: 15 (fifteen and a half) in Lumis years

Gender: He/Him, transmasc

Occupation: Border Keeper; Prince Of Clematis

Family Members: Empress Of Clematis and The Missing Emperror

Pets: The Border Beast technically

Best Friend(s): Maj + Caroline

Describe their room: Victorian Gothic plastered on Joseon Architecture, a hoard library of Vinyls; full of posters and paintings;

Way of Speaking: polite and slow paced

Physical Characteristics (posture, gestures, attitude): permanent dip in lower back; thorn sized, black horns; well-mannered; scales ruffle and rise like a rooster's when emotional; lip picking;

Items in their back pocket: Scythe; Flower Petals; Scales

Hobbies: Deck Card Games; Heavy Metal; Armour Polishing

Abilities/talents/powers: Umbrakinesis + Metamorphisis; Teaching

Relationships (how they interact with other people): Social, Acts Of Service kinda guy; -- think of that person who helps everybody, who knows all your struggles and who has seen you at your worst but you realise you know nothing important or serious about, really;

Fears: Umbra Cannibalism; Athazagoraphobia + Arachnophobia;

Faults: Selective Honesty; Controlling Tendencies; Vindictive;

Good Points: Altruistic; Responsible; Hard-working; Sensible;

What they want more than anything else: Prosperity For Clematis; The Emperor's Return; Preservation Of The Empress' Memories;

Open Tag! but also tagging (feel free to ignore): @lockejhaven , @shepardstales, @moremysteries , @deerwight and @sarnai4 .

ANOINTED OF THE LAKE — Eshani Faison

Thanks to @bardic-tales for the tag for the OC Profile game! :D

Basics

Name: Eshani Faison

Age: 168

Gender: female

Type of being: Fae

Nationality: Vaera, Helindian

Ethnicity: Seladian (Vaera)

Magical Abilities:

- Shapeshifting — if she wanted to, she could take the likeness of any living being she so chooses, but her most common usage of it would be to change her height, turn into a phoenix or alter her appearance in some way to match her fashion (such as changing her eye or hair colour, for instance)

- Teleportation — a rather important ability for her in the context of her profession, but it’s a lifeline and freedom for her also. It helps her to confuse, manipulate and otherwise get past people, but she will sometimes teleport to some other city or locale she has previously visited for a fun day trip or something

- Flame magic — she likes the drama and grandeur of it, using it for flair or to intimidate people. In addition, she uses her flames for seemingly minor things, such as for light, igniting campfires, lanterns/other controlled fires, roasting meat and so on so forth.

Occupation: High Councillor

Role: protagonist

Personality

Eshani is the type of person that naturally draws people in, puts them at ease but all the while, they catch none of her personal life. Because she keeps herself highly guarded, for fear of anyone using her identity against her.

In the position she’s now in, her tendency to collect people’s secrets is a great advantage. She pulls strings around her, for better or for worse, her stubbornness and tenacity a double-edged sword.

For those that she favours most, she is a deeply loving, selfless individual. In the past ten years she’s been away from her loved ones, there has not been a day when they haven’t crossed her mind. She feels a great amount of guilt for abandoning them, but all the same she has a tendency of leaving her loved ones in the dark when she’s dealing with things, doing things on her own so she doesn’t have to worry about the people she cares about getting implicated.

To those looking in from the outside, she seems like a bright, intelligent, if a bit manipulative lady that also seems a touch haphazard. She has a tendency of shifting mid-air or mid-movement, pulling stunts such as jumping off high places and sometimes teleporting straight behind someone. The more comfortable she is around someone, the more likely she is to be spontaneous and mischievous.

—

Traits: chatty, charismatic, playful, intelligent, manipulative, stubborn, self-sacrificial

Likes: chatting, painting, sculpting, flying, her birds, travelling, fashion

Dislikes: fighting, sprites, Helindian superstitions, certain crows

Way of Speaking: In a lively, witty sort of tone, with a touch of sass for good measure. Her words come across as eloquent and deliberate, each one carefully picked to engineer what she wants out of the situation at hand.

Clothing Style: red and black are the dominant colours, green, blue and purple some less frequent flourishes. She favours things that are light and free-flowing, so as such she has a lot of dresses, skirts and long coats in her wardrobe. Her general style tends to focus on elegance, as opposed to the flashier affairs favoured by some High Councillors and Morilesian nobility. That being said, she has picked up a common trait of her clothes being a demonstration of intent; her normal, calf-length red dress is a sign of normality, her long coat with all the gold embroidery and the blue fabric trailing out the end is a sign that whoever she is encountering is about to face some harsh consequences.

Habits: idly weaving flames around her fingers, giving forehead kisses when kissing someone, walks at a fast pace, crosses her left leg over the right when sitting

Fears: getting afflicted by a sprite, her loved ones getting caught up in Morilaste/getting used as pawns against her, Claudia finding out who her loved ones are, getting couped, usurped and/or otherwise assassinated

Hobbies: swimming, painting, sculpting, taking in and looking after sick and injured birds

Describe her room: A small, cosy bedroom with a central skylight above the bed, pots of small trees and plants hanging from it. A door faces her bed, leading to her bathroom, a study, an artist’s studio and a walk-in wardrobe.

Items in her back pocket: a pen and note paper and a gold coin with sigils of a phoenix and flames on the respective sides.

Pets: The rake of birds in her sanctuary! Of them, the most significant are the phoenix she got from a dealer in Selade and a black ilasivine she saved from the brink of death in Arobyre.

Relationships

Cerigo Verasse: estranged lover, the pair were friends before they realised their love for each other had a romantic edge to it. Unfortunately, their romance was fairly short-lived as Eshani saved him from who turned out to be the High Councillor who preceded her. Though they tried to keep in contact afterwards, Eshani stopped once she realised she could be putting her family in danger.

Cheyoria Faison: her daughter, the girl was five years old when Eshani left. Just the mention of her is the quickest way to make Eshani vulnerable, she loves her more than anything. What little memories she does have with her, she treasures dearly, and the guilt she has is a big part of what drives her desire to leave Morilaste.

Claudia Emar: fellow High Councillor, these two trust each other but don’t. They share a mutual respect for the power and competency of the other, wary and reticent to become each other’s enemies. Therefore, they choose to keep a close, cordial rapport, but yet neither can breach the other’s heart. Their dynamic is deeply professional, yet somehow more.

Namon Darüven: another of her fellows, but their rapport is much warmer. The two of them consistently banter with each other, keeping each other at arm’s length, yet the chemistry between them is undeniable. And Eshani hates that. From the first time they met, Namon’s sought a more deeply romantic and physical bond between them, but Eshani can’t bring herself to do so. Though she’s estranged from Cerigo, in a court where word will not get out past its borders (or at least, any such words are depicted as exaggerations, fairytales, hearsay, etc), indulging Namon’s desires feels to her as if she’s wronging Cerigo. So she only indulges him in literally anything and everything except physical touch. (Well, except that one time she let him kiss her, as a sort of “there, are you pleased?” situation)

Appearance

She has the build of a model; she’s tall, slender, and fast on her feet. She exudes this fluidness, this grace in her movements, yet unpredictable as a flame. Not a single stutter in her steps, movements nor in her magic, she naturally draws the eye just by her existence.

And this especially goes for her true form. Most of the time, she prefers to walk around in human form because it makes communication easier, it doesn’t greatly intimidate people and thus she doesn’t have to feel so self-conscious. But unfortunately for her in that aspect… her true height is way taller than the standard person (thanks to the effects of Morilast’s Mark) and though she’s long adjusted to that, she’d still give it up in a heartbeat.

She has flowing blonde hair that she normally keeps down, but she will sometimes tie it up in a bun or a high ponytail or something, depending on her mood, what she’s wearing, etc. She has a pair of phoenix hair pins, where each pin is half of the whole. They’re long pins, so she’ll sometimes just use one instead of both.

Despite her affinity with flames, her eyes are a deep shade of green, which she’ll not change tremendously often unless her outfit calls for it. Her skin is as pale as the clouds, her face sharp and delicate, and her hands are not adorned with jewellery. In fact, she normally doesn’t wear it, not even earrings. She also only has one tattoo, on her upper back, and that’s the very Mark that binds her.

Features in:

Stories and Snippets

A Deal Between Dealbreakers

The introduction for A Healing of the Birds! (she’s one of the protagonists!)

A Broken Seal (this is going to be slightly retconned, because this was written before I decided that Eshani would teleport away with the acolyte!)

A Lesson in Observation *

Tainted Orchestrations

A Sacrifice Made Twice

A Pawn for a Greater Cause *

The Forest’s Disgrace

*She’s mentioned by appearance in these two, but doesn’t actually participate in the narrative

Ask games:

page seven of A Healing for the Birds

a snippet of her with Namon

Questions about her gait and favourite animal

A summary of her thoughts on her current status

A ballpoint pen and a sad face (for a character ask game)

A question about my favourite/least favourite aspects of her

Some battery percentage questions!

What could’ve happened if Eshani’s perspective got cut (WIP Folder asks)

More questions for another character ask game! (about strange food and alcohol)

An obscure moment

Tag Games:

OC in Fifteen

OC Interview Tag

Writing Share Tag (Eshani’s first meeting with Alycja)

Last Line Tag (angsty pining scene part #1)

WIP Wednesday (angsty pining scene part #2)

Proud of Tag (angsty pining scene part #3)

Friday Kiss tag (angsty pining scene part #4)

WIP Wednesday (more angst, just ten years later)

Height Comparison Tag

WIP Wednesday (a snippet of Chapter Two of A Healing for the Birds)

Out of Context Line tag

Trivia Tuesday

Character Voice Tag (“Do your worst”/”Fight me”)

Other

The High Councillors of Morilast

The Tag Part

Tagging the General taglist here (ask/comment/reblog etc to be added or subtracted): @mr-orion @the-ellia-west @guessillcallitart-deactivated20 @thereadingfoz @glassstardust22124 @honeybewrites @ashirisu @drowsy-quill @oliolioxenfreewrites @theglitchywriterboi @seastarblue @gioiaalbanoart @rae-butter @corinneglass @thelaughingstag @oros-ash3s @jacqueswriteblrlibrary @rainbowsnowflake @fourwingedwriter @oddcryptidwrites @ark-inkweaving plus @winterandwords @houndsofcorduff @nightmaricwriter @jconstantines @oleanderbailey @abitscripturient @tryingtimi @flock-from-the-void @ieppiq @aquadestinyswriting @thepeculiarbird @space-writes and open tag for people to show off their characters!

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[iridescentmidnights]

In case you wanted to see the two version next to each other!! ✨🥰✨

[itischeese]

I think part of why I love giving obito back to kid kakashi is like. In canon, just as he had the chance to begin healing and becoming his weirdo self, he lost obito, which was just the start of him losing his entire team/family and became a robotic shell of himself.

If he’d gotten obito back before all the rest of that? You better believe (it) he would’ve been living his best weirdo life, behaving (to obito) unexplainably and slightly dementedly. A little freak, sitting outside obito’s window at night like a scorned dog who got a lick of affection and has now imprinted on obito.

[iris-see]

Your art is very scrumptious and tasty

I'm glad you think so 🤭🤭🤭

In return I offer this as a wip of something I have in mind to post, but not now tehehe~

[ieppiq]

Thank you dearly for the tag! Very slowly catching up with these games. I have too many WIPs so I'll only do a few:

Histoire's Destiny (High Fantasy)

What if a blue themed string fiddler with broken magic met a yellow themed flute user?

A Colonel's Grief (Dystopian SCI-FI)

A prisoner uses any means of hallucinogens to get back to the love of their life, much too late.

IRIS' L. (Teen/YA)

If SVTFOE maintained the platonic dynamic between the MCs, had way much more whimsy, drama and less casual body horror.

TFWGF (Young Adult)

A boy lives in a loop full of glitching.

Tagging @lucilleambrose , @mapplesand , @aalinaaaaaa , and @talesofsorrowandofruin .

Story base ideas tag 👩🏻‍💻

Thank you @winterandwords for the tag!

Rules: Share the original base ideas for your stories

The Blood Cleaners (YA Dystopia)

What if there was only one occupation of people who cleaned up blood and the the only thing they cleaned up was blood?

Sanctuary Calling (YA Dystopia) What if earth was abandoned as everyone left to live in space while the Amish were allowed to stay?

Brigid Aideen (YA Superhero Scifi Fantasy) What if there was a superhero whose only superpower was immortality?

Columbus Day (YA Scifi) The story of Pocahontas kind of like Avatar except the aliens come to earth and it's a platonic friendship not a romance.

Tagging: @kaylinalexanderbooks @agirlandherquill @buffythevampirelover @authordmalder @thelittlewritingcat

@kitty-is-writing @ieppiq @gioiaalbanoart @the-golden-comet

[pineshrikes]

tscosi wip 💫 i had the thought that this show deserves a mass effect-style cool sci-fi poster and then my pen slipped