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i moved blogs & made a post over there !!
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âChief Ateeyah wants you to be there since your ba isâŚwell, was the kumander. Itâs to honor his life,â Kiet said with a hint of regret and sweet sorrow hidden in his voice. It made Jenyaâs blood boil.
âHe didnât die, Kiet,â she snapped.
âJenya, itâs been almost a month since he disappeared. Sooner or later youâll have to accept that heââ
âThat he what?â Her vision flattened to slits. Jenya looked at Kiet with an acidic glare, almost daring him, begging him, to shout in her face and scream he is dead! Kumander Nasangkai, ba, is dead! But the mere thought made her heart sink to her stomach. And with it, she lowered her gaze to the dried petals strewn across the cobblestone floor. Kiet was her best friend; she didnât mean to raise her voice at him like that. âYou know nothing.â
name : jenya nasangkai
pronouns : she / her
birthdate : 980 AE ( seventeen )
residence : the halamoori islands
occupation : soldier trainee
likes : listening to opera and radio broadcasts
dislikes : cold weather, loud popping noises
JENYA NEVER KNEW her ina; her mother. it was just her and ba and their little garden near the rice paddies for as long as she could recall. and that was alright. this was how she knew it to be. this was how it was supposed to be.
but alas, no sweet letter, no note. just the memory of her ba muttering the same word over and over again before he died, or disappearedâwhatever the others liked to call it. but jenya knows the truth. one month ago before the sun was even given the chance to rise, her father stepped foot off of halamoor and never looked back again.Â
and just like that, her entire world began crumbling apart. what was once a simple negotiation pact between the nations turned into one of the most brutal attacks from the imperial kingsmen. all she had ever known and grown up with on the islands, gone.Â
so, what was it that made her father leave? could he have known about the raid and decided to escape without her? did he find something better out there in the world? whatever it is, jenya is sure she is going to find him for the answers, and she wonât stop until she does.Â
because being reunited with her father and avenging her people is all she really wants. right?
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( tagging some mutuals so they know )
@herondalelucies @atelierwriting @kazino @seasteading @akoumi @emdrabbles @mshelleys @casabii
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if i hit 500 followers maybe my celebration will be completely revamping this blog & posting one excerpt from fs
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Whgskl. Okay.
PSA to all you fantasy writers because I have just had a truly frustrating twenty minutes talking to someone about this: itâs okay to put mobility aids in your novel and have them just be ordinary.
Like. Super okay.
I donât give a shit if itâs high fantasy, low fantasy or somewhere between the lovechild of Tolkein meets My Immortal. Itâs okay to use mobility devices in your narrative. Itâs okay to use the word âwheelchairâ. You donât have to remake the fucking wheel. Itâs already been done for you.
And no, it doesnât detract from the ârealismâ of your fictional universe in which you get to set the standard for realism. Please donât try to use that as a reason for not using these things.
There is no reason to lock the disabled people in your narrative into towers because âthatâs the way it wasâ, least of all in your novel about dragons and mermaids and other made up creatures. There is no historical realism here. You are in charge. You get to decide what that means.
Also:
âDepiction of Chinese philosopher Confucius in a wheelchair, dating to ca. 1680. The artist may have been thinking of methods of transport common in his own day.â
âThe earliest records of wheeled furniture are an inscription found on a stone slate in China and a childâs bed depicted in a frieze on a Greek vase, both dating between the 6th and 5th century BCE.[2][3][4][5]The first records of wheeled seats being used for transporting disabled people date to three centuries later in China; the Chinese used early wheelbarrows to move people as well as heavy objects. A distinction between the two functions was not made for another several hundred years, around 525 CE, when images of wheeled chairs made specifically to carry people begin to occur in Chinese art.[5]â
âIn 1655, Stephan Farffler, a 22 year old paraplegic watchmaker, built the worldâs first self-propelling chair on a three-wheel chassis using a system of cranks and cogwheels.[6][3] However, the device had an appearance of a hand bike more than a wheelchair since the design included hand cranks mounted at the front wheel.[2]
The invalid carriage or Bath chair brought the technology into more common use from around 1760.[7]
In 1887, wheelchairs (ârolling chairsâ) were introduced to Atlantic City so invalid tourists could rent them to enjoy the Boardwalk. Soon, many healthy tourists also rented the decorated ârolling chairsâ and servants to push them as a show of decadence and treatment they could never experience at home.[8]
In 1933 Harry C. Jennings, Sr. and his disabled friend Herbert Everest, both mechanical engineers, invented the first lightweight, steel, folding, portable wheelchair.[9] Everest had previously broken his back in a mining accident. Everest and Jennings saw the business potential of the invention and went on to become the first mass-market manufacturers of wheelchairs. Their âX-braceâ design is still in common use, albeit with updated materials and other improvements. The X-brace idea came to Harry from the menâs folding âcamp chairs / stoolsâ, rotated 90 degrees, that Harry and Herbert used in the outdoors and at the mines.[citation needed]
âBut Joy, how do I describe this contraption in a fantasy setting that wont make it seem out of place?â
âIt was a chair on wheels, which Prince FancyPants McElferson propelled forwards using his arms to direct the motion of the chair.â
âIt was a chair on wheels, which Prince EvenFancierPants McElferson used to get about, pushed along by one of his companions or one of his many attending servants.â
âBut itâs a high realm magical fantasââ
âIt was a floating chair, the hum of magical energy keeping it off the ground casting a faint glow against the cobblestones as {CHARACTER} guided it round with expert ease, gliding back and forth.â
âBut itâs a stempunk novââ
âUnlike other wheelchairs heâd seen before, this one appeared to be self propelling, powered by the gasket of steam at the back, and directed by the use of a rudder like toggle in the front.â
Give. Disabled. Characters. In. Fantasy. Novels. Mobility. Aids.
If you can spend 60 pages telling me the history of your world in innate detail down to the formation of how magical rocks were formed, you can god damn write three lines in passing about a wheelchair.
Signed, your editor who doesnât have time for this ableist fantasy realm shit.
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expressions and how others see them
In writing, the expressions and body languages of our characters are very important; there are a few nifty tricks to convey meaning through facial expressions. Hereâs a cheat sheet!
1) Discomfort
Rocking back on their heels because they want to escape the conversation, adjusting their weight on the seat because theyâre uncomfortable, folding their arms tight across their chest; everyone expresses their disinterest or interest in different ways. Usually, out bodies pick up on the âthis is wrongâ feeling, and try to settle so we feel comfortable. They chew on their bottom lip, their eyes flicking away before theyâre forced to make eye-contact. Theyâre perched on the edge of their seat, ready to flee at a moments notice.
2) Sadness
Sadness is an emotion we tend to try and hide. It can lead to subsections of feelings, like embarrassment or guilt over whatever is causing us sadness. Your characterâs eyes burn with the effort to hold back tears, and people see them visibly on edge; theyâre shaking, theyâre chewing on their lip in an effort to force the negative feelings away. Their brow is furrowed and they turn their body away from people like theyâre trying to hide. When it gets too bad, their shoulders shake with the force of their tears, the heels of their palms pressing against their eyes in an attempt to push the tears back in. Their nose is runny and their face is splotchy, their eyes red-rimmed and the bags that lurk under concealer are exposed.
3) Anger
We all know anger. Itâs where your cheeks flush and you feel hot and dizzy, all logical thought replaced with a burning need to get rid of whatever caused to feel this way in the first place. People see your character, their back straight and their shoulder square, barely keeping the adrenaline restrained to their body. Their eyes are narrowed, their fists are clenched, and the air around them seems to spark with electricity. They canât keep still, or theyâre too still; pacing or ramrod straight in their chair, their cheek twitching with a previously unnoticed tick.
4) Happiness
Itâs a bit harder to pinpoint this when you feel it. Your character is floating on air, the air around them thrumming with glee at whatever has happened. Others see the smile that tugs their lips upward, the way the corners of their eyes crease and crinkle in a hidden grin. Their hands clasp together, and they press their fingers into the fat of their cheeks, bashful in how utterly content they feel. Their shoulders are relaxed as they dance around the kitchen, and the serene expression that coats their face is beautiful.
5) Guilt
The child that has their hands caught in the cookie jar, the accidental killer; guilt varies and expresses itself in different ways. Their eyes flick to the ceiling and their lips pull together tightly to avoid spilling the truth. They look down at their clasped hands, resting their head on the inside of their wrist so their hand covers their eyes. Theyâre self-conscious about what people can tell about them from their appearance, and they tug at their hair, pulling their shoulders tight together in a protective barrier.
6) Disgust
Disgust; at someone or something, a situation or place. Your character turns their nose up, and scrunches it at the putrid smells that hangs in the air. Their chin juts out arrogantly, the feelings of pride evident over this thing that is so clearly lesser. Their shoulders tense, and they step carefully to avoid anything they donât want to touch. Their lips are a thin line, a barrage of insults dancing on the tip of their tongue. They squeeze their eyes closed for a quick moment, trying to regain their composure. They roll their eyes and cock their hip, ready to prove why exactly this thing is so horrible and disgusting.
7) Jealousy
Jealousy, over a person or thing. Material wealth or power. The tips of their ears burn red and their fists clench by their side, their lips pulling upward in the mockery of a snarl. Redness creeps down their neck, and they turn their nose up at whoeverâor whateverâthey are jealous of. They stare at a person, a shadow looming over their face as they furrow their brow and purse their lips to avoid ripping into them about why exactly their thing belongs to them.
8) Lust
They convey it with the intent to follow through, and they throw their all into letting the subject of their affection know. Their chest puffs out, their back straightens to show off height or how slender they are, and they stare at the subject from under heavy lashes. A light blushes dances over their cheeks and the bridge of their nose but they carry on, pointing their knees toward the subject and leaning into their personal space. They bite their lip, and they move to brush a lock of hair behind their ear, like theyâre brushing away any nerves to do with the situation. Their lips part so they can breathe easier, and they set their brow in a firm line, the picture of confidence as they place their hand on the subjectâs arms.
And thatâs it for now! All these emotions have subsections where they can intersect or branch off, so plan your emotions wisely and see where you can align these actions to match multiple emotions!
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a writing guide to rivals (or enemies) to lovers + writing prompts
note: these are more rivals to lovers than anything, but you can use them for enemies to lovers as well.Â
oh, youâre walking through this door? let me just ~politely~ slam the door in your face on the way out
i know weâre technically supposed to be fighting each other with swords, but you ended up on the ground and i fell on top of you, and woah⌠i never noticed how attractive you are until now, so let me just appreciate for a moment â wHY THE HELL DID YOU JUST SHOVE MEÂ
youâve got me pinned against the wall and iâm not sure if i want to kiss you, or kill you. probably bothÂ
ââi know weâre, like⌠friends now, or whatever, but⌠iâd still kick your ass.ââ ââlike you could ever beat me.ââ but they do, in fact, beat them.
so youâre just⌠not going to respect my take on this whole thing and go against everything i just said? thatâs fine. iâll just do the same thing and â oh, you didnât like that? okay. O K A Y . and obviously, theyâre doing it out of spiteÂ
character A says ââiâm going to kill you.ââ and character B takes a step close, theyâre so close now, if character B bends their head, theyâd be kissing, and character Bâs intensely staring into character Aâs eyes, and character Aâs like⌠shit . THIS DID NOT GO AS PLANNED ABORT MISSION ABORT ABORT ABOR ââÂ
OH NO â my love interest has said that they donât care if anything happens to me, but now iâm about to die, and theyâre risking their own life by running into a burning building to save me!!!!! also, did they just scream my name before bursting into the building??? god why do they sound so,,, worried????Â
okay, so⌠did we⌠did we just hug⌠dude. let, let go of me. letâs just. letâs just pretend this didnât happen. *cough* iâm going to walk away now. okay. BYEÂ
ââis that a smile?ââ ââif you tell anyone about this, i swear to god, iâll kill you.ââÂ
so somebody ends up on somebodyâs lap and holy shit maybe the tension is⌠unbearableÂ
when they share an intimate moment, or maybe even a kiss, and theyâre both so confused by it, they completely derail. like, they just⌠stop working. because what the HELL just happened and then they just stare at each other and nobody says a word until one of them turns around and SPRINTS out of the roomÂ
ââgo ahead, do it. if youâre so convinced youâll kill me, do it.ââ faster than a bullet, character A grabs a knife, handing it over to character B, who, of course, despite having spent the last couple of months claiming they would kill their love interest, and leave them for dead, canât bring themselves to grab the knife, and actually do it
you ever just get so annoyed by a person, and what they have to say, that you snatch hold of knife and throw it into the wall behind them with all of your strength yeah me neither but maybe this fictional couple would
using seduction to try and throw each other off balance, usually by taking their clothes off in front of the other person, and itâs working
you just took a friend of mine hostage, and your crewâs been torturing them⌠i just found out about it, and iâm so disappointed, and thereâs tears in my eyes, and the other characterâs like, holy hell it fucking hurts seeing you like that⌠and knowing that my crew did that, that i did that to you⌠that iâm responsibleâŚÂ
when character A is really sad, and just⌠out of nowhere, wraps themselves into character Bâs arms and starts crying⌠and character Bâs just like⌠what the hellâŚ? we hate each other? but ok iâll let it slide this time
thereâs only one bed, but this time theyâre arguing over who has to sleep on the floor, in which nobody agrees to do, so they end up in the same bed, incredibly annoyed that they have to share their space (itâs not like friends to lovers, in which they both awkwardly get into bed and laughs it off. this is straight up just. i will set this bed on fire if you donât stay over on your side)
do these two do anything other than be at each otherâs throats. like. can they hold oNE conversation without arguing over something
so youâre just. youâre just going to chain me up against this tree. okay. thatâs fine. thatâs totally fine. iâm fine.Â
when one of them realizes that theyâve gone too far, and they show up at their love interestâs door to apologize, but the following conversation happens;Â ââwhy are you here?ââ ââiâm here because i want to apologize.ââ ââwell, i donât want you here, so go away.ââ followed by the character getting the door slammed in their face.
THE FIRST KISS â and total denial after it happened, and theyâre convincing themselves that thereâs nothing going on between them⌠and they pull away from the kiss, and look at each other, and theyâre just like⌠yeah. just realized iâm head over heels in love with this person but if i speak i will die
when theyâre having a moment, and one of the characters says ââyou hate me.ââ and the other character replies with ââmaybe i donât hate you entirelyââ
when character Aâs crew has taken character B hostage, and character A finds out theyâre to be executed, and suddenly itâs this race against the clock to try and save character Bâs life, while also trying to not reveal to their crew that theyâre head over heels in love with the enemy
itâs not enemies to lovers if the characters hasnât tried to kill each other at least once, or betrayed each other, or put a friend or a loved one of the other person in dangerÂ
literally, how much do i have to stress this, enemies to lovers, theyâve got to raise hell in each otherâs lives, enemies to lovers is not about sitting around a campfire and singing kumbaya, enemies to lovers means iâm covered in blood, and if youâre not careful, itâs soon be yours
and rivals to lovers is, youâre covered in blood, but since youâre here, iâll help you clean it up, but if you get blood on my carpet, you better runÂ
IF THERE WAS EVER A TIME TO SLOW BURN, ITâS RIVALS OR TO LOVERS. ITâS ALL!!!!! ABOUT!!!!! THE YEArning!!!!!! THESE ASSHOLES ARE FILLED WITH TOO MUCH PRIDE TO ADMIT THEYâRE IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER!!!!!!
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New goal: Follow every writeblr in the tumblr universe wahahahahahaha
Seriously, though, if there are any writeblrs left that Iâm not following, reblog this so I can further my holy quest.
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