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HOMEBIRDS: Dean Yamazaki

She took a breath so deep he could see it in her shoulders, in the rise and fall of her chest. Then she opened her eyes.

Logan’s eyes narrowed and she stuck a hand out, halting them in their walk off the school grounds. “Is that Garin?”

It was odd for Logan to pay attention to anything so quickly, so concisely. Dean had to check what all the fuss was about.

It took him an embarrassingly long amount of time to spot Garin in the distance, lingering by the western gates, towards the end of the parking lot. Trust Logan’s newer, sharper senses to spot him first. But what kept his attention was the way Garin was moving. He was always the twitchy sort, but now it was in overdrive.

Even Dean was starting to get prickles down his spine at the way Garin surveyed his surroundings as he rounded the corner towards the back of the parking house. He could practically smell the sweat off him.

“We should see what he’s up to.”

“What?” The others turned to stare at him. “Why?”

“Why not?” He glanced at Logan, and she gave him a knowing grin. He could always count on her to be on board.

“Let’s do it,” she said, striding forward, wheeling her bike along as she made her way back towards the west side. “Come on, guys.”

They walked against the exiting crowds of students heading towards the west side, where the path was more obscured by shrubbery. As they rounded the corner onto the deserted road, Denise asked, “Is anyone looking?”

Dean took a look around. There was no one else around but Garin, who still wandered along the road alone, even shiftier than usual. He glanced down at his watch, and over at the road. Thankfully, not towards them.

“No,” he said, when he was sure.

“Cool. Give me a second. Get close to me.”

They did as she asked; even Logan managed to drag her bike in close. Denise shut her eyes and held her hands close to her chest, one hand clenched into a gentle fist, the other’s fingers clasped over it. She took a breath so deep he could see it in her shoulders, in the rise and fall of her chest. Then she opened her eyes, just as the air around them shimmered and washed out, every colour paler, watering, wavering like ripples of heat.

“What is this?” Dean raised a hand through the air. Somewhere beyond their close perimeter, he could see where the world looked normal. “Holy shit. Denise, are we-”

“I’ve been practising.” She spoke with short breaths, but grinned. “I’m not too sure how well the volume thing works, so we should probably keep quiet.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Let’s get closer.” It was nice to see her smile so proudly.

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HOMEBIRDS - A Denise Perez Acosta moodboard

I decided to do some new moodboards for these characters, because they’ve all got a strong aesthetic and I was feeling colourful. So, here’s Denise’s!

You can probably guess that Denise loves her florals. She’s also an avid gardener and painter, and tends to be the quieter type. Her favourite colour is in fact purple, and she has a little cat called Greg!

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Hazel / Changeling Enchanting and intuitive.

Hazel was popular with the other changelings from the moment she arrived at the monster manor; her ability to see people’s auras and emotions made her a celebrity among them. They’re not real friends. And the human side of her wants real friends.

An excerpt and moodboard from Hazel’s story!

That girl staring back in the mirror at her didn’t even look like Hazel anymore. Sure, she still had the same deep skin, the same braids in bubbly pink. But her eyes didn’t have the same sparkle they used to, she was sure of that. Her skin had lost some of its glow, though it was still smooth and (mostly) free of blemishes. There was a zit growing on her chin. She poked at it, horror creeping up inside her. She hadn’t had a pimple in months. When did she lose her edge? She didn’t have that look of enchantment anymore, like the other changelings. She wasn’t ethereal anymore. Why did it take her this long to notice?

A knock on the door startled her from her daze. Should she dig out her concealer before she answered? Where even was it? She couldn’t remember the last time she wore any makeup to cover her skin.

“One second,” she called, digging futilely through the bottom drawer of the dresser. Nope, not there.

Groaning to herself, she went to the door and opened, free hand conspicuously covering her chin.

“Hi, Hazel,” Junie greeted with a grin. “Jet and Toby invited me to go down to the pond, do you want to come? We could collect samples.”

“Sure, yeah. Let me get my coat.” Would it be possible for her to put on her coat with one hand? She could certainly try.

“Why are you covering your face?”

“No reason.”

“There’s obviously a reason.” Junie rolled her eyes. “What is it, come on, you can tell me.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“I’m sure it isn’t.”

“Well, look at me. How is this not embarrassing?” She dropped her hand and turned to face Junie, putting all of her mediocrity on display. God, if she looked in the mirror now, she probably had bags under her eyes. What would she look like tomorrow?

“What, what am I looking at?”

“What do you mean what are you looking at? Look at my face! My chin is getting spotty, my glow is gone, my hair is less shiny…”

“Hazel, you’re gorgeous. What are you saying?” Then her face lit up in a knowing smile. “You know what it is? You’re looking more human.”

She blinked. “What?”

“You’ve been hanging out with me more, and Jet and Toby, and less with the other changelings. It’s probably made you less, you know…” She wiggled her fingers. “Sparkly.”

“Was I sparkly?”

“Kind of. But it doesn’t matter. You’re still Hazel, aren’t you?” She tilted her head towards the door. “Come on, let’s get going. You know what Toby’s like when you keep him waiting for a walk.”

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Heyyyyy, so like I haven't been on here in forever 🙃 a lot of changes have gone done in my life in general. But I hope to try and be more active and share more of my current works lmao. But yeah not back fully but hope to ease into coming back. Missed y'all!

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HOMEBIRDS: Logan Reid

‘Maybe just the hunter in her talking. Like how a lion would sit at the highest point and watch their Savannah for incoming threats.’

Logan squeezed the brakes and stopped at the amber light, taking the spare few seconds to sip her jacket up higher and tuck her braids back inside. She rested one foot on the road while she waited, looking around at the vines climbing the wall of the bank on her left, the lavish offices on her right. She was almost jealous at times she didn’t live in an apartment like Denise and Eli. She wouldn’t trade her backyard or the field for anything, but the thought of the view from such a vantage point was thrilling. Maybe just the hunter in her talking. Like how a lion would sit at the highest point and watch their Savannah for incoming threats.

Goosebumps quivered along the back of her neck.

She looked behind her. She couldn’t see anything suspicious. Nothing but the line of morning traffic behind her. No other cyclists, which was a little odd. The driver in the first car waiting gave her a perplexed look. Then he pointed forward, and went to honk his horn.

She turned around, heart pounding, and took off under the green light. It was nothing. She just needed another coffee. Or maybe she shouldn’t have had the first one. She definitely shouldn’t have. She wasn’t supposed to have coffee at all.

There it was, that shiver again. She took a deep breath. Just watch the road. There’s another junction coming up.

She needed to keep moving. She’d probably be late at this stage.

She shuddered, and felt her hair on her body stand on end.

Move.

She swerved right before she hit the junction, skidding and bumping onto the sidewalk. A nearby couple leaped back and shrieked when her bike crashed into the telephone pole and she went rolling to the ground, backpack stopping her momentum. She was left lying there, winded, sweating and damp, just as a car came speeding through the junction, breaking the light and knocking an incoming vehicle off its course. The couple shouted, but she couldn’t make it out. Everything about her was a haze.

She sat up.

“Are you alright?” One man leaned over her, hands on his knees, while the other stood by with his phone, eyes on the accident and the build-up of traffic. “Do you need a doctor? You really went flying - you’re so lucky, what happened?”

“I…” Logan looked at the car that had been just behind her. Someone was just helping the driver climb out. His forehead bled and he leaned on his helper with a white face. But he was alive.

She suspected if had been her - and it almost had been her - it wouldn’t be a half-wrecked car there, but a girl and a bike and a backpack crushed like pancakes.

She shouldn’t have known that would happen. Who the fuck drove that fast through a junction? Were they trying to cause an accident?

She rolled onto her hands and knees, retching.

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"Earth grounds and holds." - Victoria Erickson

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HOMEBIRDS: Denise Perez Acosta

‘She used to want to fall into those blue eyes until she drowned, back when she was a pre-teen with notions of fairytale romance.’

The soft patter of raindrops on Denise’s windshield lulled her into a daze as she glanced again at the temple across the street, then at the clock on the dashboard. It was just 8am. School started at 8:30, and she made it a habit of not being late. But Eli still hadn’t come out, and so she would wait. They’d been driving to school together ever since she got her license, and she wasn’t about to abandon him now. Especially not in the rain. He never remembered to pack an umbrella.

Her hand flicked idly towards the stereo, thinking to switch it on, but she preferred to listen to the rain. She turned back to watch the doors. She’d only been inside once before, for Will’s funeral just over a year ago. Even as the months went on, and Eli began to smile again, the grief lingered when he stopped for more than a moment. 

She couldn’t imagine how he felt. Her own father didn’t have much interest in her; he’d bought her this car, which was something. Nothing paid like a parent’s guilt. But thinking about losing her mother was unimaginable.

The rain fell harder as one of the temple doors opened and someone stepped out, sans umbrella. Eli. He jogged out into the rain, breaking into a sprint as he crossed the street, opened the door and threw himself into the passenger seat. He pushed his wet hair back with a sigh and shrugged off his backpack.

“No umbrella?” Denise asked, starting the engine as he buckled his seatbelt.

“I forgot. Thanks for waiting.” He turned towards her, and there it was. That sadness. He’d be furious if she brought it up, she knew he would. Even though she wanted to, she didn’t reach out and take his hand. It would only trigger something in him, and if he cried, she’d cry too. And neither of them would make it to school.

Instead, she asked, “So, how’s Cheddar?”

It worked; he laughed. “He threw up a hairball on Faye’s bed this morning. From the screams, you’d swear he took a shit on it.”

“Well, you know. Kids.”

“I know.”

His eyes twinkled when he laughed. If she told anybody that, they’d laugh at her for sure. She used to want to fall into those blue eyes until she drowned, back when she was a pre-teen with notions of fairytale romance. She wanted to meet another boy whose eyes twinkled like his did - hopefully one who’d be interested in girls like her. Or, any girls. She hadn’t had any luck so far.

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Nanowrimo 2020 WIP Intro - Belief’s Gambit

Chanda, a mage Blessed by the Elemental Sisters, had always trusted in her duty to her queendom, Vastan. When she’s set to betroth Prince Roshan of the powerful neighboring kingdom of Taarestan, she goes with little argument. Her loyalty to her Queen doesn’t allow for anything else, even when she’s faced with the alien beliefs and rituals of the foreign prince and his kingdom.

Roshan, the second son of the Taarestani King, trusts in his family and his religion. He may not be a Raanse - not Blessed by any of the Raan’s Avatars as Chanda is - but he believes in Its power. When Chanda arrives, bringing a differing, sacrilegious outlook on his religion, he’s left floundering.

When Blessed Mages of both nations start disappearing, Chanda and Roshan are faced with a dissolving treaty, failed prophets, underground fighting rings, and dwindling faith.

Genre: High Fantasy

Audience: Adult

Nanowrimo Goal: 30k

POV: Third Person, Multiple POV

Lore and Magic

Raan: The One. God-like entity or force that is a part of all living things. The Taarestani believe in simply the entity as a whole. Blessed Mages are called the Raanse, “of the Raan,” and are considered to have their powers due to having lives good previous lives. Vastani believe powers are given at birth by avatars of the Raan.

Elemental Sisters: Four sister avatars of Raan, according to Vastani Lore. Fire, Earth, Air, and Water. Those blessed by the Sisters have control of one or more elements. Some books add the disgraced, fifth sister - Ether - but most agree that she was deemed too powerful and was deafened by the other four.

Magic: There are three branches of magics. Elemental, Natural, and Ethereal. Those with Elemental magics can control one or more of the four elements. Natural Mages fall into one of two categories - plants or animals - and have strong bonds with each. Ethereal Mages are the most rare, and are said to be the most dangerous. Only a handful are said to be alive and are often vagabonds or thieves. Not many listen to the lunatic ramblings of such Mages.

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‘Homebirds’ excerpt - Logan Reid

Synopsis: Logan decides to test her limits. Words: 1064.

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...and he loved her the whole way.

I am told, and I believe, that he loves her still. ♡

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Hello I’m quinn! (They/she) I’m an intp, type 6, and a chaotic evil. I’m a minor and live in the U.S. Arthur Pendragon owns my heart and soul and I’m not complaining.

I’ve loved to write since I was a kid. Some of my favorite genres to write are horror, fantasy, and contemporary!

Some of my favorite books include Six of Crows, Legend, and the Pjo series. I have an odd fascination with horror novels and hope I can read more!

I have too many ideas that it should be considered unhealthy, so why not share them here!

MAIN WIP

Let’s start a revolution - In a world where people have powers and everything seems normal. Except, The world is a simulation. Everybody had come aware. Now, the simulation is trying to kill of its people. The government is corrupt and letting innocent people die. 7 people are tasked with overthrowing the government. Can they do it?

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‘Homebirds’ excerpt - Elijah Kravitz

Synopsis: Eli goes to confide in someone. Words: 921.

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So You Want Your OC to be Jewish

So you’re writing a story and you want to make a Jewish character—great! I’m here to help. I always want more Jewish representation but I want good Jewish representation, so this is my attempt to make a guide to making a Jewish character. What are my credentials? I’m Jewish and have been my whole life. Obligatory disclaimer that this is by no means comprehensive, I don’t know everything, all Jews are different, and this is based on my experiences as an American Jew so I have no idea, what, if any, of this applies to non-American Jews. 

If there’s anything you want me to make a post going more into detail about or if there’s anything I didn’t mention but you want to know please ask me! I hope this is helpful :) Warning, this is long.

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A worldbuilding masterpost for VOLT (as narrated by Vash, allegedly)

Here’s how it went down.

600 years back, the rich and the powerful fucked off to a different solar system after colossally screwing up Earth. Turns out nuclear winter doesn’t cancel out global warming! Who’da thought.

Do we know how the remainder of Earth’s population fare, those we abandoned on our ruined world? No. Do we care? Also no. Nice lot, our ancestors - but I guess we’re no better.

So, what happened next? Well, you’ve read that old-world classic, right? Bunch of posh brats get stuck on an island. What’s it called… Lord of the Flies?

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‘Homebirds’ excerpt - Isaac Evans

Synopsis: Isaac goes home to talk to his father. Words: 907.

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Just a heads up: Rafiki, Naz & Malik, Tangerine, and Socrates are all on Tubi! Tubi is completely free+ads though so if you're ok with sticking through a few commercials, you will have access to some highly underrated Black-centric lgbt movies.