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What POV do you prefer to read in?

I'm working on rehashing an old story of mine. But I can not for the life of me figure out what POV to write it in. HELP!!

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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

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HES SO PRETTY

COVE HOLDEN, LET'S HOLDS HAND AT THE BEACH, AND MY LIFE IS *YOURS*

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heheheheh it’s me. I’m the certain someone. That is my WIFE. LOOK AT HER!!!

Lady Loki today. Enjoy— I know a certain someone will~

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I like not having fandom sideblogs. read my posts boy

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remember kids

Artist 🎨: @vhsdogs

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Quick reminder that it's always morally correct to punch nazis.

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Yo, correct me if I am wrong please, but didn't Hitler rise to power because he promised to fix the German economy and people really liked that so they looked past everything else he was doing??? Like exactly what's happening in America right now???

So many people said they voted for Trump, put a truly evil person in power, because he said he'd fix the economy, and a little voice in my head is going, "Isn't that what happened with fucking Hitler??"

But I've seen no one point that out so maybe I'm miss remembering???????

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I love this so much. Aerial looks so pathetic

Art today! This is old but it was just for the sillies.

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Hello! I haven't been on Tumblr for a hot minute so please forgive me if my formatting is, for lack of a better word, fuck ass. Also I'm probably going to be on mobile half the time so that doesn't help. Anyways! This is a roleplay story I've been doing with over a year with @busybeewriting— enjoy!

Welcome to Leabhar Scéalta. A world whose lifeblood is stories. Fairytales, folklore, and anything in between are all what keep the world— or perhaps pages— turning. Unfortunately, life isn't always sunshine and rainbows here. Everyone's story has all kinds of obstacles before they can reach their happy ending. And what makes it worse is that the villains are starting to band together to flip the narrative...

Our main characters, and members of the current queen's council consist of:

Fern (Feruna) Wynyra - The princess (and current, temporary queen) of the Fairytale Realm, Leabhar Scéalta. A headstrong woman who would do anything to keep her friends and family safe.

Alice Windwillow - The Explorer. A curious girl who fell to Wonderland as a child— and made it a habit to visit her new friends every day. That is, until the book she used to get there ran out of magic...

Aerial Windarin - The Kind. A bard with stage freight Fern met in the Fae Realm while searching for Alice. Though shy, his gentle nature is exactly what's needed in times when it seems all hope is lost.

Riddle Rosehearts - The Proper. As Prince of Hearts and son of Iracebeth, the Red Queen, he has always held himself and those around him to high standards— as much as it annoys them.

Ace Trappola - The Magician. One of Riddle's personal card soldiers, and childhood friends. He's always had a knack for magic, though actually applying those skills and pushing the limits is not his forte. He prefers to skate by with what's necessary; though that goes out the window when it comes to the ones he loves.

Deuce Spade - The Brave. Riddle's second personal card soldier and childhood friend. He always means well, though often his endeavors end in blunders and more trouble than he set out for. Despite this, he's never let his unlucky streak hold him down, and comes through for his friends in their time of need.

Cupid Vélos - The Archer. A love god in training and the best friend of Fern's older brother. He doesn't know much about anything, unless it's love.

Epel Felmier - The Spitfire. A late addition to the group, though a welcome one. The son of the 'Evil Queen', and Snow White's half sibling. His mother pressures him to be proper and embrace his natural beauty— but he much prefers being an unexpected, and firey, asset to the team.

Loki Laufeyson - The Confidant. As the god of chaos, Loki certainly didn't expect to become attached to these idiots. Especially one particular, royal idiot. And yet here they are, her confidant.

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The Story Keepers: Chapter One.

Summary: Feruna Wynyra is a bard attending Strummlot's College with her favorite little bard buddy, Aerial Windarin. When they find a book that allows them to travel to the Fairytale Realm- what could possibly go wrong?

Fern.

It’s another day. That’s all. Just the same as the last four years had gone. Wake up, make breakfast, go to class, do homework and then rinse- repeat.

Not that was much different from home. The main difference was the company. No siblings running around, no Riddle to keep you up to date on homework. No Ace and Deuce snickering and fucking with said Riddle. It was...less lively here. That I was certain of.

Shaking my head, I refocus. No amount of reminiscing will be worth it if I can’t find her. With a heavy sigh, I drop my bag at the usual table. Carefully unstrap Banny from my back and set her down against the side of the table before I take my seat. Kicking my feet up and sighing again. Finally. Some time to relax. I hold my head up and close my eyes. Knowing just the right way to angle my face so that the sun hits me and lets the warmth spread across my face.

Nothing could get better than this...except maybe some food. Food would be the cherry on top of this relaxation sundae. “Aerial?” I call, not bothering to move. I knew he was never that far from my side. “What do we do for lunch?”

Aerial Windarin, was my best friend. We meet our first year in Strumlotts- the prestigious Bard school in all of Tylwyth- and were quickly assigned as buddies. They’d often pair a more skilled bard with a bard in training to show them the ropes. We rarely left each others sides after that. He was the first real friend I had here, and I think I might have been his first real friend period. But none of that really mattered. Not when we were so different. I, well I am the way I am. There’s no fixing that. But Aerial? He was a soft, caring, shy individual and the kindest person I’d ever known.

I can hear him shuffle in his seat. Almost picturing the way he fiddles with the ends of his braids. One of his nervous stims he often did. Slowly, peaking an eye open to see him. Watching as his mouth slowly opens and closes before the words seem to finally make their way out. “We-well...um, I think we should...probably work on the assignment Mister Treble gave us?” He says quietly, still avoiding looking at me directly. “I-it’s due tomorrow and we don’t even have a verse...or a melody…”

Fuck. I forgot about that. But I can’t let him know that. I’m supposed to the mentor here. “Ah!” I say as I wave my hand dismissively. Like Aerial didn’t just remind me that was due and I had this plan all along. “That’s just cause we’re gonna wing it!”

Sitting back up straighter I grunt, smacking my thighs lightly as I stand. “Well, c’mon lets go get food.”

Aerial stands quickly, almost tripping over his feet trying to match pace with me. “Ah-Fern!” He protests meekly. “We can’t just-” Aerial lets out an exasperated sigh. “Y-You know how bad I am at lying! I’ll-- I’ll mess it up!” His voice has a slight tremble in it, as his eyes dart around the library to see if anyone had just heard him. Like they weren’t also a bunch of college students just trying to pass.

He acted so much like my sister, Fauna. The two were one and the same, anxious little messes with bleeding hearts and waterworks at their disposal.

In a strange way, it was moments like this that made me miss her. Looking back over my shoulder, the red hair gets me. For a moment it slips- “Relax Fau-” And then I see those eyes. Teal. Fauna’s aren’t teal.

And I remember that I’m alone.

My sister isn’t here. My family isn’t here. And all I have in this realm is Aerial. Swallowing down the lump that formed in my throat as I came to that realization, I quickly correct myself.

“Aerial.” I nod. “Relax Aerial.”

After a pause, and taking a deep breath I continue. “It’s not lying. It’s called improv and it’s an important Bard skill to have!”

As we pass the archives, my foot steps falter. I can feel my ears twitch at the strange feeling in my chest. Almost like a thread was wrapped around my heart and tugging me closer. Turning to look only makes the tug stronger. As if acknowledging it made it more confident that this was what it wanted.

I quickly put a hand on Aerial’s shoulder to steer him into the same direction. “This way, c’mon.”

“But I- wait did you just..?” I can hear Aerial but the tugging persists. So whatever he was saying would have to wait. I made it four years without telling him anything. I could last a few more minutes.

Putting a hand over his mouth I shake my head. “Shshsh...look.” I whisper, pointing toward the archives. “We’ve gotta go in there.”

“Mmf-!” Aerial pushes my hand away. And I can tell he’s an only child by the lack of spit on my hand. He shakes his head. “No! Fern, we’re already in enough trouble for always winging our assignments! Going into the archives will be much worse!”

I can’t help the eye roll. As much as I loved Aerial, he did not always have a good sense of adventure. Or as he liked to put it, risk taking. “Do what you want then. But I’m going in.”

That ladies and gentlemen is years of being the eldest sister shining through. More often than not, you can trick them into joining you by giving them a choice.

Taking quick steps forward, following the tug at my heart. I motion for him to follow, slipping into the shadows.

“Fern-!” I can hear Aerial protest. But his footsteps follow closely behind mine. I grab him again, putting a hand over his mouth as I press a finger to my lips. Slowly leading him in further and further.

For the first time in almost four years. It feels like I could finally have hope again. Alice, here I come!

It’s only a few more steps until I see it. On a dark oak podium, under a spotlight and enclosed in glass sits a story book. But not just any story book; Leabhar Scéalta. A book that allows you to step into the Fairytale Realm, (Not to be confused with the Fae Realm- They really don’t like when you do that.)

As I started to reach out, a cold hand wraps around my wrist pulling me back. Before I can get a good look at him, he speaks. “I don’t believe that Lucian told me anyone was supposed to be back here.”

Ripping my arm away, glaring at the voice I can get a good look at him now. Pale, almost too pale. Pointed elf ears, purple shaggy hair, olive green eyes- though paler than normal and round glasses sitting on his nose. He was shorter too, young. But not out of place in a college for his age. As I squint at him I huff out, “Oi. Don’t touch me.” I snap at him, trying to place where I’ve seen him before.

It then dawns onto me, that I should be nice to this twink or he wouldn’t let me go home. And god there was nothing more I wanted to do than go home. I clear my throat and give him my best- cordial smile. “We need to read a book for class. And that-” I say as I point back to the book. “Is one. So if you don’t mind?” I grin before taking another step toward it.

The annoyance steps in front of me. Frowning as he crosses his arms and shakes his head. “I believe it is my job to mind. This part of the library is not open to students. As they tell you in orientation.”

I want to smack those glass right off his stupid little face. If only he knew what was at stake here! I can’t exactly say ‘Hey, hi, so sorry but I’m actually princess of the realm inside that book! So I will be going back home. Thanks so much okay bye!’ I’d get locked in the looney bin.

“Um --- we’re really sorry, we’ll leave-” Aerial squeaks out, taking my arm and gently trying to pull me out. And for a second, just a second, I almost feel bad for what I’m about to do.

Taking a deep breath, rolling my shoulders and glaring at the book keep. As if I had become larger than life, towering over him. (It’s all really about your demeanor. Thats what Dr. Daunting taught me.) I keep my voice low to add to the affect. “I don’t think you know who you’re dealing with. So turn around, and pretend you never saw us. Okay?”

“F-Fern! You- You can’t!” Aerial tries to protest my actions. But this was the only way to go home. The only way to find her. He didn’t understand why I had to do this!

The bookblock stumbles back as his eyes widen in terror. His mouth opening, but nothing coming out. And some part of my got a sick satisfaction from that...I’ll unpack that later.

I pat his shoulder and smile. “Atta boy.” I praise, “Now just run along and pretend you didn’t see us.”

Blindly, I reach back and take Aerial’s hand. If I was going anywhere, it have to be with him. A good buddy never lets the other one get left behind. As I reach toward the book I feel it. The tugging at my heart only getting tighter. This was it. This was right.

And then, we got sucked right in.

Hi everyone! If you made it this far- thank you! For a little bit of context this is a more long form written out version of me and my girlfriend (@maegicalgirl) starting with my character Fern! I hope you all enjoy this and I promise that it gets more exciting! But if you guys have questions about it feel free to shoot her a message over there!

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I am rebranding!!

The main reason for this is the fact that I wanna write, but I haven’t had a lot of time to play fields of Mistria as of late. It’s harder to find inspiration for that when I’m so busy as well :/ so I wanted to rebrand to expand the writing to more fandoms, original characters/stories and such things!!

That being said- updates will still be slow and I will still work on the requests people have given me! I will probably sprinkle in my original writing!! I hope yall stick with me through this but I understand if not. 💕

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fieldsofwriting -> busybeewriting

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Sketch practice with March this time !

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you know- i really wish people would show up to class. :/

I’m always on time and here monday through friday- but my instructor doesn’t want me miles ahead of others so I just sit here and do nothing basically because I have to wait for them to catch up.