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An Ode to the Sacrifice

For Day One of Writecamp by the lovely @agirlandherquill !

For today's piece, I used this prompt:

A mossy castle

Below is a conversation between Namon and his father when he was 12, when they were hiking in the woods one day.

Word count: 547

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A choir not for this solemn hymn. Hummed alone by a father on this trail.

Namon trudged an uphill climb on a path gnarled by gravel and roots. His father climbed ahead of him, his wiry figure obscured by the fog.

"Not too far more." His father had a grace to his footsteps, one with the path's uneven nature. Stones slipped beneath Namon's feet, a near acquaintance with the ground.

To his left, he veered under a stone arch blotted by ivy. Saplings sprouted from the ground, reaching towards a sky betraying hints of blue between the clouds. The four walls suffered degrees of crumbling, the remnants held by green, fluffy moss.

"Son," his father's voice echoed behind him. "Ah, you're there. Don't venture astray now."

"I won't." He went under one of the arches, taking a foothold on the narrow steps beside him. He latched onto the wall and pulled upwards, his steps careful and calculated.

The top of the stairs brought him to a withered wall. He breathed, gripping onto a larger stone.

On the other side, the brush of woodland descended into a veranda of fields and more forests far away. In the far distance, a few mountains provided the backdrop, the name of which he forgot. But his father's warnings, a stronger imprint, alleging the presence of an ancient Helindian court hated by Helinda itself. "Hey, Dad, come look at this for a view." He waved his father up, beckoning him.

The man smiled and shook his head. "I'm sure it is. It had to be, considering that ruin was once a watchtower. It's a blessing it's gone to waste."

Namon tilted his head in curiosity. "Why so?"

The man had a tendency towards philosophy, his musings a frequent subject matter.

He descended the steps, sitting on them, following his father's beckoning as he rejoined him at the foot of the old tower.

"Back in my youth, times were different. See that graveyard over there?" He pointed to the nearby plot of statues, stone visages of those long gone. "All those people and more devoted themselves to keeping Seldaika off our shores. For years there would be nary a day we would not have to watch our backs."

"Did they win?" Namon asked. People died there, at that exact spot. A tribute to a story he didn't know. The thought gave him chills, a cool silence hollowing his mind.

"They didn't lose." His father's face told a tale of its own, neutral in expression yet his brown eyes glassy and sombre, focused. "Violence bears no winners, everyone suffers from it. In part from their efforts, we don't have to speak Seldaikan."

"Do you think they'll come back? The Seldaikans, I mean."

An idle question, causing his father to flinch. The silence permeated through both of them, father and son, stood over an ode to the sacrifices made.

The look in his father's eyes made him wonder if he should've asked.

"If they ever do, consider it a dark day for us all — the entire continent." A breath, and a gesture, the latter which Namon repeated.

His father put a hand on his shoulder, firm but assuring, distilling determination in a squeeze. "Whatever you do, make sure the watchtowers never go back in use."

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Tagging the General taglist for this (ask/comment/reblog etc if you'd like to be added or subtracted): @mr-orion @the-ellia-west @guessillcallitart-deactivated20 @thereadingfoz @glassstardust22124 @honeybewrites @ashirisu @drowsy-quill @oliolioxenfreewrites @seastarblue @gioiaalbanoart @rae-butter @corinneglass @oros-ash3s @rainbowsnowflake @fourwingedwriter @oddcryptidwrites @ark-inkweaving @bardic-tales @agirlandherquill @wyked-rebellion @unriding

(Also, I'll be trying to do these Writecamp prompts for as many days as I have the time, so if anyone wants to be tagged for those, let me know :D)

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Writecamp: Day 12

Once again an amazing list of prompts from @agirlandherquill for Writecamp. This time I decided to delve into the Chronicles of Tydas for a scene that I feel would happen but not too sure where it would fit.

Prompts used:

"I never understood how anyone tolerated you. In fact, I still don't."

A festival

It had been only a moments since Sol had left Tarana in order to get them some refreshments and while he stood in a line waiting patiently and unrecognized under his hood, Tarana had time to take in everything happening around her. The Faxan Festival was made in tribute to the solar dragon creator and everywhere the eye could see there were food, items and events that symbolized Fax. Spicy dragon fire sandwiches, beautiful golden pins in the shape of a dragon in front of a sun and creative sun dances in various squares.

Tara exclaimed out in awe and clapped along with others as a performer let out a breath of fire into the air. She was having an amazing time and even more so without being covered with all kinds of cloaks. This was a freedom she never thought she would be able to partake in within her lifetime.

She was so absorbed into the festivities that she didn't realize somebody standing slight behind her to her left.

"Ah, so the Lady Tarana does smile..." A voice that could only make a digusted shiver go throughout her body said. Tarana didn't even try to look over her shoulder to confirm that the devious younger brother of the King is who spoke. She did however, move away to the side to put space between them.

Prince Gwion doesn't miss her actions and he chuckles. "Come now Tarana...why are you being this way? Can't we let bygones be bygones?" He asked, reaching out to caress against Tarana's shoulder.

Tarana nearly heaved whatever was in her nearly empty stomach and she shrugged off his hand. "Let me see...you stabbed my horse and killed it and you nearly tortured and abused me because I resisted so, no we can't let bygones be bygones, Highness."

"Your horse is alive, so that's a moot point." Gwion pointed out.

"The point is you stuck your sword into my horse's neck in order to catch me. Besnik is only alive because I revived him." Tarana countered wanting Sol to hurry up and come back to her side once more. She can see the crowd parting for him, realizing who he was after a while. He waved awkwardly, stepping forward to the stand so he could order two sandwiches. Thankfully, Gwion keeps quiet and Tarana sighs hoping the peace would stay.

That wasn't the case.

"You know...you only have yourself to blame for the whole horse and you being captured situation."

Tarana clenched her teeth before setting incensed eyes on the prince in disbelief. "Excuse me?"

"If you had only come to me when I told you to and not run off, things wouldn't have ended how they did. Besides, I should have been more important to you as the prince of Tydas anyway. You put a fucking horse before me."

"A fucking hor...?" Tarana took in a calming breath looking away from Gwion's smug smile.

"I still don't understand how people tolerated you growing up. I still don't know how they tolerate you now. You are a demon."

Gwion scowled some and then he started chuckling. "A demon who could have been your king."

Tarana rolled her eyes and gestured towards his brother, the current Tydian King who was walking in their direction with food.

"Look how that turned out for you." was all she replied.

Sol glared slightly in suspicion at his brother, who gave Tarana one more scathing glance from the truth of her words. He then turned on his heels and departed. Sol watched him until he blended with the crowd leaning down and kissing Tarana's forehead.

"What was that about?" He asked, genuinely concerned.

"Nothing important. Nobody important." Tarana replied, hugging him.

Not exactly believing her, Sol handed her the wrapped fried meat sandwich. "Hungry?"

"Starved."

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Intro Post !

Hiya! I’m Will! Welcome to my little writing corner!

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About Me !

- I’m a queer, disabled teen author who likes to write about anything and everything

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WIPs !

*click on title to see masterpost

THE ENHANCED

- Genre: superhero fiction

- Short Synopsis: coming soon

- Status: writing/posting!

This is a web novel (rewrite of an old story) I never plan on publishing, so i'm posting it here for y'all to read! Read over on @the-enhanced-project !

SECRETS OF WAR

- Genre: Dystopian + Romance

- Short Synopsis: A farmer’s daughter is forced to join the military after her home is attacked, and ends up falling for one of the soldiers.

- Status: editing!

WHAT IT TAKES TO TAKE A LIFE

- Genre: Romantasy

- Short synopsis: An immortal sorcerer who lives a quiet, secluded life finds that calm shattered when his ex boyfriend (whom he believed to be dead) shows up at his door.

- Status: Planning

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Following are links to writing events I’ve taken place in!!

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masterpost, aka my archive

decided to be an organised person for a change and add some order to the creative chaos that is my blog, so here goes! this blog is now a year old, as of feb 9th 2025, woohoo! <3

Writeblr Intro - semi additional writeblr intro, aka name drop!

My Tag List

Writing Tag List

Ruin's Reprisal - my novel <3 The Story Lament, ergo, my reason for writing

WRITEMAS <3

Writecamp

My Novels

The Calendar Project

Ruin's Reprisal - WIP Intro

as i think of things to add, i'll update this masterpost - if anyone has any suggestions by all means let me know!

p. s my askbox is always open!

~ A Girl and Her Quill

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Writecamp Masterpost - 2025

Challenge

Day 1 - Riverside Word count: 536

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WIP Folder Tag

Thanks for the tag @aalinaaaaaa! Other people have also tagged me in the past but I've never done this one, because a lot of my WIP files are spoiler heavy, and I'm very disorganized with my notes, lol. (I swear, I'm much more organized irl).

Premise: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

Fighting Winter (Diluc/Eula)

Chapter 1: Encounter

Chapter 2: Awaken

Chapter 3: Midnight

Chapter 4: Sway

Chapter 5: Dawn

Chapter 6: Visitor

Chapter 7: Checkmate

Chapter 8: Disclose

Chapter 9: Curse

Chapter 10: Discretion

Chapter 11: Separation

Chapter 12: Distance

Chapter 13: Obscure

Chapter 14: Wander

Chapter 15: Crescendo

Chapter 15b: Lullaby (Bonus Chapter)

Chapter 16: Nightmare

Chapter 17: Panic

Chapter 18: Embrace

Chapter 19: Complications

Chapter 20: Reassurance

Chapter 21: Trust

Chapter 22: Mission

Chapter 23: Betrayal

Chapter 24: Stillness

Chapter 25: Return

Chapter 26: Exposure

Chapter 27: Shift

Chapter 28: Unravel

Writecamp 2025

Day 5: The Agony of Loss

Day 7: More Eula Angst

Day 8: Childe and Kaeya (teaser for the Chaos War)

Day 12: Euluc in the tavern (or Dawn Winery?)

[REDONE] Day 15: Eula, Amber and Kaeya at Angel's Share

Day 17

Day 18

Day 27: Lisa enters the scene

Day 29

Day 32: Reconciliation

Day 35: Stop Glaring (Kaeya and Eula)

Day 49: Searching

Other Ideas

Partners in Crime (Kaeya and Furina)

Adelinde (Centaureissi)

Chaotic Duos (Diluc, Kaeya, Alhaitham, and Kaveh)

Chapter 19b (Shortfic #1) - New Hire

Crackfic #1: Kaebedo and Euluc

Diluc bartends and meets Kaveh

Eula gets drugged

Euluc: Eula playing hard to get

Euluc: Progression

Half Blind Date

Ragbros/Keep Talking...

Raven

Shortfic #2 - Training

Other Writing Challenges (Writemas, Finding the Write Time, etc)

Day 17: Visiting a Temple

Day 23: Blizzard in Mondstadt

Day 24: Dancing Lessons

Eula finds a letter

Kaveh and Kaeya are neighbors?

Kaveh's Worst Nightmare

Muscle Memory (Song Prompt)

Where's My Love (Song Prompt)

Finding the Write Time - Feb 2025

Finding the Write Time - March 2025

Finding the Write Time - May 2025

I filtered out the spoiler heavy ones FYI

Open tag because I don't know who will want to participate :)

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Luke & Theresa's story - masterpost

for anyone who was following the story of Luke and Theresa during writemas 2024, I've collected all the parts so far into a list here. more will be added as they're written, so if you're interested in their story, check back!

in chronological order

The Accident (writemas 2024 day 14)

The Trial

The Cage (writemas 2024 day 5)

The Battle

The Fire (writemas 2024 day 11)

The Weavers (writemas 2024 day 12)

The Experiment (writecamp 2025 day 2)

The Destruction (writemas 2024 day 13)

The Loss (writemas 2024 day 15)

The Shadows (writemas 2024 day 17/18)

The Party (writemas 2024 day 19)

The Straws

The New Land (writemas 2024 day 22)

The Sealed Gate (writemas 2024 day 23)

part ?? (caution: huge timeskip)

*** more to come as I write them ***

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Mirror Image

For Day Two of Writecamp by the lovely @agirlandherquill !

Today's prompt used:

The softness of someone else's coat

This conversation happens the day after A Lesson in Observation, where it's the start of Charimone getting initiated into Claudia's household. (The image in this scene has been in my head for months, today's prompt was perfect for it!)

Word count: 654

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“Oh, you’re still in that dress from yesterday.” Lady Emar pointed out, causing Charimone to blush.

“Yes, I guess so.” She looked down, grazing her hand over the pastel blue fabric of her dress. Minor stains splattered it, the skirt a bit unsettled. No different than the times spent with her sister in flower fields and splashing water in a stream, now a last token from home.

The lady glanced to something on Charimone’s right, her neutral expression lacking its usual sharp edge. “Hmm, I wonder… Give me a moment.”

Charimone jolted as the lady’s usual imposing visage vanished, replaced by a rook that shifted in front of a tall mirror to her right, beside a mannequin without a garment.

“What is it?” She fell into rank beside her, mesmerised as the lady untangled the clasp in her cloak. It consisted of a cascade of dark crow feathers, covering her from the shoulder down, the tail ends a slip above the floor. She wondered if it was a cloak or armour, with the way it swished, carrying the lady’s intent behind it.

“Here you go.” The lady swirled it overhead, dropping it onto Charimone’s shoulders.

“Whoa.” The cloak’s fabric swallowed the rest of her, a comforting weight upon her shoulders. She combed her hands through the inside, turning around, her foot nearly catching on the end. How she’d adore something like this in the winter, she’d never be cold again.

“This is so cool!” She jumped, looking up at her. “Can I keep it?”

Lady Emar chuckled, placing a hand on her shoulder and goading her gaze towards the mirror.

“Not this one, I’m afraid. It’s my special one.” She nodded toward the mirror, gazing down at Charimone again. “Black suits you, little wisp.”

Charimone got a proper look in the mirror. Her crimson hair, ruffled by sleep, fell onto the cloak’s feathered collar, while the lady stood in a simple gown of black silk, her crimson hair down and without a single strand astray.

“Dad said I shouldn’t wear dark clothes because I would look like a crow lady.” She snapped her gaze to the lady beside her. “Hold on, you’re a crow lady.”

She laughed, the sound not dissimilar to a crow’s. “It’s your choice whether you listen to him. Tell my servants and Silkweaver what you want and they’ll have it done.”

“Really?” Charimone beamed, light sparkling in her polar blue eyes. “Absolutely anything?”

“Basically.” She frowned when the lady collected her cloak, twisting it back onto her shoulders without an ounce of effort.

In her pale gray eyes Charimone witnessed a reflection of herself. She wondered if the lady saw it too.

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Tagging the various taglists (General, Writecamp and Charimone's plotline) (ask/comment/reblog, etc if you'd like to be added or subtracted): @mr-orion @the-ellia-west @guessillcallitart-deactivated20 @thereadingfoz @glassstardust22124 @honeybewrites @ashirisu @drowsy-quill @oliolioxenfreewrites @seastarblue @gioiaalbanoart @rae-butter @corinneglass @oros-ash3s @rainbowsnowflake @fourwingedwriter @oddcryptidwrites @ark-inkweaving @bardic-tales @agirlandherquill @darkluminosity @wyked-rebellion

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Writecamp: Day 11

The rules are as follows: choose a prompt (or as many of them as you like) from the list, write something and share your creation with the rest of writeblr, and share the game with others, because as we all know writing is a gift and it deserves to be shared!

@agirlandherquill

Prompts used:

"If I do this... What do I get in return?"

A masquerade ball

Word Count: 733

The swishing of dresses twirling along the tiled floor was defeaning despite the orchestra playing in the open and opulent ballroom. Arms lifted and spun feminine bodies in an intricate dance that someone could only learn by being led. Fortunately, I had a skilled dance partner. One with really nice slicked back copper hair and charming green eyes. Fearghal smirked, those eyes of his glimmering beneath the silver and black mask he had over them.

"You look stunning, Emeri. I knew that black ballgown would suit you well."

"That's Miss Clayton to you. I don't know you like that." I reminded him, looking away from him despite the smell of his cologne making me want to throw out my standards. What was it with men and cologne? Camilo's was the same and I nearly wanted to sigh in frustration. Fearghal's fingers tightened against my side, making me turn my head slightly to meet his eyes.

"Such fire. Your father chose well in giving you up." He stated, putting a finger under my chin to make me look up at him.

"I'm not for sale or to be owned. You're mistaken." I snipped, not holding back on showing my displeasure through my gaze.

Fearghal moved me backwards, lifting his arm to twirl me around before bringing me flush against him again. We swayed around the many couples and I tried my best to not embarass myself by stepping on his toes or backing up into other people. Fearghal tsked, his eyes giving slight pity even though his smile was full of jest.

"Such disappointment in your eyes, beautiful. We must fix that."

Seeing a possible out of this situation, I look up at him again, the lace of my own mask touching against my eyelashes. "Look, can't you just let me go? I won't return to Camilo. I'll go home and live my life. I don't want to live like this."

"How do you feel like you'll live?" Fearghal asked, cocking his head, his right hand drifting lower towards my ass.

I grab it bringing it back up to my back, whispering out. "I dunno! But being given back and forth as if I'm some hot commodity wasn't on my bucket list. I don't want to be married to any of you and I don't want to be used as a fucking broodmare! I want to live my life happily with my friends. That's all."

Fearghal slightly frowns before bringing our dancing to a stop. My heart pounds, wondering what he's thinking before I add, "Please..."

"What do I get?"

I blink. "What?"

Fearghal is now serious and he repeats, "If I do this... release you...what do I get in return, Miss Emeri Clayton?"

I should have known this wasn't going to be easy. Gangsters never just let things happen. Nothing is free. I straighten my back, knowing that what he would require would most likely be sexual. As if he read my mind, he states, "I'm sure you realize that you don't get something for nothing."

"I'm aware. I'm not having sex with you, Fearghal." I say, deciding to forgo his title as he did mine.

His emerald orbs flash hearing that and twirling me around again he starts, "That's unfortunate, Emeri..." I then gasp out as he yanks me towards him, lifting up my right thigh to hook around his waist. I pant at our proximity and then feel my body going backwards into a slow dip, his right hand supporting my back. His left hand takes that moment to drift a trail between my breasts with his warm fingers rendering me speechless.

It was only a few seconds but it felt longer and before I knew it I was upright again, looking into his eyes. Staring down at me, he continued, "I feel like you would enjoy it, álainn."

I don't doubt it and I'm vaguely aware of him moving me to hook arms together. We're starting to move off of the dance floor. Seeing my confusion, he says with a shrug. "Since you have stated that you wont' give me what I want, then you will have to wait like a good girl until you do have something of interest for me. Or until Alsina decides to make his next move.:

Both choices didn't seem good for me but I kept quiet as we left the swaying dresses and soothing music.