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[sundaynightnovels]

Out of context quote : "If I start going around in the city looking like a walking marble cake, I'm pretty sure the militia will notice."

hello there!!! can’t wait to know more about your wip since i literally just followed you so this will be fun hehOKAY so of course! the main character is avoiding the militia (probably mc is on the wrong side of the law, or is guilty about something, or trying to run a covert ops and gotta remain undetected). maybe they’re in disguise as well, and someone, either well-meaning or cheeky, goes like ‘how about you dress in this yellow-brown concoction’ and your mc’s like, what. no. shut up i’m trying to go under the radar here, what even?which ALSO means that, of course, the people in your setting don’t regularly dress in yellow-brown colours, and being in those colours is something that would stand out and would capture the attention of everyone around -- unfortunately, including the militia.(also, i’m assuming that line is snark and i love it) nice to meet you once again!!! hope to see more of your stuff around soon!

[contes-de-rheio]

4, 30, 50

Thanks for your asks :)

4. Do you have writing habits or rituals? 

The only thing I can think of is I always play this playlist. I also prefer to be away from home, as this way I can effectively cut myself from the internet.

30. Favorite line you’ve ever written 

I had to search for it… Here’s the translation :

“ Yesterday I will be dead. Tomorrow I was born.”

50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had. 

I think the best one is the setting of Contes à l’envers. The magical tower reset its plan every night. Sometimes there’s only one floor, sometimes there are 200, sometimes the wells on the last floor instead of downstairs… But if you saw it from the outside you would never know. I love how weird I made the magic in this universe, it really allow me a lot of freedom.

[annaalexiswrites]

Okay, so you said you wanted names, and as you didn't precise what kind i just was like "guess i'll just send my full baby names list" ahahah so here you go Ira Léonie Sierra Sophie Rachel Rosemary Adrienne Maryse Emilie Ariadne Clara Salomé Mélinée Valéranne Rosa Nathalie Hariette Isabelle Joan Roxanne Lyra Phillipa Maria Maud Milia Primo Méril Victorien Guillaume Camille Thievent Ambroise Georges Yuri Oliver Benjamin Lucien Stephane Elody Melchior Oreste Emerald Blaise Renato Flovent

Thank you! All of these are so pretty!

[charlie---writes]

Introducing your local druid tea brewers!

Some more info under the cut:

It isn’t a lie to say that the Oakwood family ancestors have been practical druids for thousands of years, but it is a lie to say that all their ancestors have brewed tea. 

Druids traditionally write nothing down. Practises are passed down through the generations but the lack of written evidence often leaves you wondering if what you’ve learned is 20 years old or 2000. Family practises may only be spoken to family, trying to keep the knowledge pure, and the history of the druids may only be spoken by The Great Oak. No druid who has heard the history may ever speak of it to another soul, nor may they write it down. Knowledge is sacred.

In druidic culture, once a practice or history has been learned, it is passed down through blood (essence). While the next generation might not actively know what is being passed down, the knowledge becomes instinctual. Imagine one of your parents came to a crossroad. They went left and after a few hours of walking, met a dead end. You might meet this crossroad and chose to turn right. This is reliant of the fact that the incident happened before you were conceived.

Ava is a druid who can instinctually make teas, more like potions, which are exactly what a customer might need. However, while her skill is enviable, her nephew is the most gifted tea brewer of generations.

While the shop is mostly open for the benefit of supernatural folks, its main clientele is actually quite ordinary. Imagine drinking the perfect tea that satisfies you completely at that moment? Speaking of tea, I better go make myself a cuppa...

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Hope you enjoy this little insight into the relevance of tea in my WIP! (Also everyone’s drinking tea all the time coz I self project and can’t imagine life without tea. Did you guess that I was British?) Hope you’ve had an awesome week filled with the perfect amount of tea for you! Here’s to another :) :)

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[sleepy-and-anxious]

WIP: GOOD FOR SOMETHING | OC MOODBOARDS 

OC: Clayton Edward Everett 

I turned and watched the man who had been working on the wreck of a tech-car in the next bay push himself out from under the body, sitting up from the creeper board, and wiped the grease from his hands on the thighs of his coveralls. 

The older man was handsome in the way that looked slightly rough and unkempt around the edges. The Common way. Ashy blonde hair that looked like he ran his hands through too much, hard green eyes, and stubble that looked a little bit more than a five o’clock shadow. 

He reached into the picked of his coveralls, pulling a pre-rolled cigarette, bringing it to his lips with a quirk of his eyebrow as he looked me over hesitantly. 

I took a shine to him instantly. 

“C, this is my older brother Clayton Everett.” Mellow introduced me to the mechanic, as the man brought an old style lighter to to his lips too. 

Brother? 

“Clay, this is Ciel Tanner. She’s also a mechanic - I guess.” 

The man froze, forgetting he was yet to light his cigarette, his gaze zeroing back on me. His eyes seemed to jump between each of mine, taking in the tattoos as he let out a deep breath, taking the cigarette from his mouth. 

There was a beat of silence. 

“You any good?” Clay asked, his voice a rough grumble. 

I smirked. 

“I’m the best.” 

A long one but a good one uwu I hope you like Clay - one of my OG ocs! 

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[touchingmadness]

15 Questions Tag Game

I was tagged by @bookenders and let me tell you, it’s been a while since I was tagged in something, so thanks a million! <3 (I went back to the person you were tagged by to find the original questions, so I hope that’s okay.)

Rules: Pick a character from your WIP, and have them answer these 15 questions, then tag 15 people!

I’m going to use Revolution, but I’m going to use both of the boys (Ransom and Zephraz) because I need to get used to writing their dynamic again sooo....

1. What is your full name?

R: I’m Ransom Kelley. Short, sweet... or maybe bitter. Whatever.(His energy fades for a moment, but he perks back up in no time.) Zephy, tell them your full name.

Z: (unmoved) I am Zephraz.

R: Don’t fib.

Z: ...

R: If you don’t tell them, I’ll tell them. And I’ll include-

Z: Lord Zephraz of the Affinity of E’krov, Heir to the Seventh Estate, Timekeeper of the People.

R: And the Great Unifier!

Z: (aghast) Ransom!

2. What does your name mean, then?

Z: My name is simply my name: it is the designation by which the Tapestry recognizes me.

(Both are silent for a long while. Ransom makes no move to answer, looking distressed. Finally, Zephraz turns to look at him.)

Z: You do not have to answer if you don’t want to.

R: No, no, I can... Um... My mom was a bit upset about the whole having-to-live-at-the-Estate thing and she really does think they’re trying to take me away from her so... (He winces slightly.) I was supposed to be named Victor, but she ended up calling me Ransom because, well... To her I’m just the price she has to pay sometimes.

Z: (A flicker of concern crosses his face.) We’ve discussed this, My Own. 

R: Yeah, yeah. Just... (He waves his hand vaguely.) What’s the next question?

3. What are your nicknames/other names?

(They answer for each other in unison.)

Z: Ram.

R: Zephy!

(They turn to look at each other. Ransom’s grinning ear-to-ear. Zephraz looks a bit put out, but he doesn’t negate the answer.)

4. What’s your gender?

R: Hey, Zephraz, do you remember when we were kids and I-

Z: We both identify as male.

5. What’s your sexuality?

R: Haven’t done much dating, but I’m bi. I know Zephy likes guys, obviously, but-

Z: (unintelligible muttering)

R: (leans forward) Sorry, didn’t catch that.

Z: (avoiding eye contact) I like you. Just you.

(Ransom’s eyes light up in delight. He throws his arms around his companion, who looks completely mortified by his own admission.)

R: Aw, Zephy!!!

6. Where are you from?

Z: We were both born under the Seventh Estate.

7. How old are you?

R: Seventeen.

Z: Nineteen.

8. Any special talents?

(Ransom leans forward excitedly.)

R: Zephraz would never tell you this, but he’s like a strategic genius. He understands people in a way that I could never begin to understand. (He blushes a bit.) Me, though? I just have a penchant for trouble.

Z: Your tendencies make life interesting, My Own.

R: But it’s still trouble.

Z: Yes.

9. Do you have kids?

Z: Of course we do not.

(Ransom gasps in horror. Zephraz groans, looking as though this reaction is not at all surprising.)

R: How DARE you! What about-

Z: Astra is a cat.

R: Astra is our child!!!

10. What’s your aesthetic?

R: Zephy’s all old books and potted plants. Natural colors and deep water.

Z: And you are sunlight and silk wrappings. Gold and glittering gems.

11. Who’s your best friend?

(Neither answer, faces unreadable. Finally, Ransom stands up and moves into Zephraz’s lap. The Akarian wraps his arms around him without hesitation. Their expressions never waver.)

R: Next question.

12. Would you ever get a piercing/tattoo?

Z: (shakes head) Akarian skin is not receptive to such alterations.

R: I’d be down for some piercings, though.

13. When are you happiest?

R: Ah, gee... Probably when we get to go outside without permission and do some stargazing. The only thing I love more than the outdoors is not having guards hovering behind my back.

Z: When my responsibilities are met and I may retire to our corner of the library or the gardens. 

R: Liar.

Z: I am not-

R: He’s happiest when he’s sleeping.

14. What’s your biggest secret?

(Suspicious looks cross both faces. It’s Ransom who shakes his head, while Zephraz delivers a death-glare.)

15. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Z: Their eyes.

R: Their energy.

I’m going to tag @mercutioswriting, @notanalien51, @georgiacambrielwritblr, @trapped-inadystopianovel, and @allieice. Only if you want to, and anyone else who wants to do it can!

[dam-those-words]

15 Questions Tag Game!

I was (kinda) tagged by @georgiacambrielwritblr!

Rules: Pick a character (or two in my case) from your WIP and have them answer these 15 questions, then tag 15 people!

(Also, I already had this post done but when I tried to post it Tumblr went Thud appearently and deleted it instead, so I had to start over. Sorry for the long wait Georgia lol)

1. What is your full name?

" I'm Aniol Kaminski," The dirty-blonde male on the interviewer's right ruffles his red and gold wings. It takes most of the interviewer's willpower to not stare at them while shaking his hand; of course they've seen wings before, but never like these.

"Mattea Sarai," Says the platinum blonde on the interviewer's left. She completely disregards the interviewers outstretched hand and instead sits back in her wooden chair and crosses her arms.

2. What does it mean?

"Mine means something like, 'Stone Angel,' in Polish, so that's pretty cool." Aniol's voice is a growly-type deep, and paired with his thick accent, it takes the interviewer a second the realize what he said.

"You're so lucky. [Throwback to when his name was actually Lucky lmao] My name means some bullshit like, 'Princess,' or 'God's Gift,' or something. Makes me wanna barf just thinking about it." Mattea says, making a puking gesture.

"Woah there, young lady. Who taught you to cuss?" Aniol grins at her, but the way he flashes it makes it seem more like baring his teeth.

Mattea raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean, 'Who taught you to cuss?' Have you heard yourself?" She leans forward in her wooden chair, putting her elbows on her knees.

Aniol leans forward, copying Mattea. He whispers-- well more like growls-- something too quiet for the interviewer to hear, but makes the rage in Mattea's eyes simmer.

The tension in the room makes the interviewer realize that the wooden table in between them would do nothing if the got into a fight as bad as they'd been rumored to. The interviewer clears their throat and asks the next question.

3. Do you two have any nicknames or other names?

"I don't really have any, but this little devil does call me Bird Boy more often than she calls me Aniol," Aniol nodded towards the girl across the wooden table.

Mattea had snatched a peanut butter cookie from the gold-lined plate in the middle of the table, and now had a mouthful of cookie. She somehow still managed to say, "Are you forgetting about Jexi calling you Ann? Like, Ann of Green Gables?"

Aniol simply rolls his eyes, replying, "I'm not forgetting, I'm just ignoring the fact that you've appearently eavesdropped. And don't talk while eating,"

"Its not like I try to listen to everything that happens in your guys' rooms, especially at night when you guys--"

"Anyway, why don't you tell them what your nickname is?" His cheeks are a bright red as he talks.

Mattea smiles, relaxing a little and shrugging. "I don't really have any, either. Oh, well, Mayson calls me Matt sometimes. But other than that, none."

4. What's your gender?

"Male, obviously," Aniol says, the pink already fading.

"Female," Mattea answers.

"God, we're so boring. I wish we had Dani so they could spice it up," There's a tinge of sadness in his voice. He frowns down at his hands where he holds a small paperclip he had been figiting with, his short and jagged hair falling into his eyes.

Mattea's eyebrows scrunch for a split second before a mask of arrogance passes over he features, and she says, "Speak for yourself, amigo. I'm the most interesting out of the entire Assassin's."

Aniol's returning look is so full of an emotion that the interviewer can't place, but still makes them look away and clear their throat yet again.

5. What is your sexuality?

"I'm pansexual," Aniol says quickly, sitting back in his chair and grabbing a cookie.

The confusion must have shown on the interviewer's face, since Aniol adds on, in a matter-of-fact tone, "It means that I can like anyone, regardless of their gender."

The interviewer nods and turns towards Mattea for an answer.

She had become a completely different person than she was about five seconds ago: she had somehow scrunched in on herself, grabbing her arms as if she were cold. Her lips were pursed.

"I--uh, I don't... I think--" Mattea is interrupted again by Aniol, but this time her expression changes to relief instead of amusement.

"We've talked about it before, and Mattea would like to not answer that question. If we could move on, that'd be great." He says in the same matter-of-fact tone as earlier.

6. Where are you from?

"Poland, though you can probably tell," Aniol says, his accent somehow becoming thicker than before.

Mattea clears her throat, the tension slowly leaving her body. "I'm from here. Akida."

7. How old are you?

"I'm 25. I was born on October 2nd, 2005." Aniol says.

"I'm only two years younger than him, and yet he somehow thinks that he's sooo--" Mattea does jazz hands as she speaks. "--much smarter and wiser than me, even though I obviously am the smarter one."

Aniol rolls his eyes, throwing the last bit of his cookie at her. He hits her directly in the forehead. His eyes go wide.

There's a moment of silence before they both burst out laughing. It fills the small room, and the interviewer can't help but join them.

8. Any special talents?

"Not really. I mean, I'm pretty good at baseball, but my wings get in the way for any sport." Aniol ruffles his wings again in emphasis. The interviewer silently thanks themselves again for remembering to get a special chair to accommodate his wings.

"I'm good at using most weapons, besides those stupid miscellaneous ones. I'm also good at braiding my own hair, which is something even Jexi can't do." Mattea figits with her hair tie, throwing Aniol an arrogant grin.

"Hey, you should put all that on your future resumes. I'm great at weapons, also known as murder, I can tie my hair back like any normal human, and I can be incredibly stupid! I'm the whole package!" Aniol mocks, making his deep voice extremely high.

The interviewer tenses, but is pleasantly surprised when all Mattea does is laugh and look expectantly for the next question.

9. Any kids?

Mattea bark-laughs again, shaking her head vigorously.

Aniol only shrugs his shoulders and says, "In the future, if my partner wants them. But none right now,"

10. What's your aesthetic?

Mattea interrupts Aniol before he has a chance to open his mouth, ticking the subjects off on her fingers as she talks, "Water fountains, pale roses, lip balm, pastel colors, stationary--"

It's Aniol's turn to cut her off, asking what an aesthetic is.

"It's like... your vibes. Like, for you it would be something like... maybe lots of grey and orange things." Mattea explains.

"That sounds stupid, but whatever. I guess mine is cobblestone, rain... uh, bright orange feathers and pumpkins. I don't know what it means, don't laugh at me!" He adds when Mattea tries to cover her laugh up with a cough.

11. Who's your best friend?

"Jexi,"

"Are you sure it's only best friend? Nothing else?" Mattea prods at Aniol's answer.

"Oh shut up. What about you and Mayson, huh?" He snaps back. Her cheeks turn as red as Aniol's cheeks earlier.

"That's not important,"

"Mhm," Though their words suggest tension, their eyes are full of amusement.

12. Would you ever get piercings or tattoos?

"I already have a tattoo," Aniol says, pulling up his grey sleeve to show a black and white tattoo of an arrow on his bicep.

"Wait, when did you get that?" Mattea asks, leaning forward to see it better.

"Jexi gave it to me when we were nineteen,"

Mattea's eyebrows rise. "Jexi did? And you still refuse to acknowledge the fact that she's--"

"Did I not make myself clear, Matt?" Aniol snarls, letting his sleeve fall down.

Mattea snarls right back.

The interviewer hastily asks the next question, hoping to change their focus onto them.

13. When are you happiest?

Aniol throws Mattea one last death glare before ruffling his wings yet again. "When I'm flying,"

"With a certain someone," Mattea tries to whisper but the interviewer hears her anyway, smirking.

"Do you have a death wish or what, Matt?"

"Name a time when I didn't,"

Aniol starts to respond but is cut off by the interviewer, still desperately hoping to get through this interview without a fight. The interviewer asks Mattea the question again.

"If I'm honest, I really like sketching. And archery. And I do like to banter with this idiot," She smiles again, but it's (thankfully) filled with much less venom than before.

That quickly, the tension leaves the room. The interviewer was amazed at their ability to start and end an argument in less than a minute. No wonder these two were always in trouble.

14. What's your biggest secret?

"Oooh, that's a good one. Why don't you go first, Aniol?" Mattea claps her hands, threading them together and putting them on her now crossed legs.

"Oh, uh. I guess... I'm terrified of spiders. Like, I hate then with my whole being,"

Mattea seemingly can't help but laugh at that, trying again and failing at turning it into a cough.

"Hey, you're scared of them, too! Don't you remember when you made Noah switch sleeping bags with you because you thought there was a spider in yours?" Aniol hastily defends himself.

"Yeah, but," Mattea is laughing so hard she can barely talk.

It takes longer than the interviewer would have liked for Mattea to finally calm down, and to ask the question again.

"I think my biggest secret is how I got this necklace and why." Mattea answers, holding out a silver chain with a half-cresent moon dangling on it.

When she doesn't continue, the interviewer decides to move on and get this interview over with.

15. Last question: What's the first thing you notice about people?

"Hmm. I think I notice how they move firstly. That alone tells you a lot about them," Mattea answers, nodding at her own answer.

A grin creeps onto Aniol's face at her, but he only says, "I notice their eye or lips first. I don't really know why, and I honestly should notice their movement first, but," He shrugs.

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Oh jeez, I'm sorry for the long post lmao!

And idk about 15 people, since tumblr might decide to not actually tag them, but I'll try as many as I can think of!

@supersockosis @toboldlywrite @quillwritten @quilloftheclouds @fruzsiwrites @reeseweston @writeness @bartlebyboys @pens-swords-stuff @msmeaghanrey

As always, you dont have to do this is you dont want to (or already did it), and if I didnt tag you feel free to do it anyway and say I tagged you!

[daisywords]

starlight excerpt

aka I think this scene’s gonna have to go based on plot changes so here y’all go enjoy

And so I take a breath, already noting the taste of the air like it’s my last, and dip my head into the water.

I open my eyes, but there’s no point. It’s blacker than the inside of my eyelids. So I close my eyes against the sting of salt and push myself along the wall.

This isn’t fast enough. I can’t hold my breath for very long.

I kick off the ground, letting my back bump against the tunnel’s roof as my body turns horizontal.

Even strokes, strong kicks. I can do this.

Stroke.

Stroke.

The tunnel seems to be just getting smaller, and the pressure of saving the breath in my lungs is indistinguishable from panic.

Stroke.

My knuckles scrape rock. The cave floor has come up to meet me. And then my hands hit rock when they reach in front of me for the next stroke.  

My knees hit ground, and I’m scrabbling, scrambling at the rock in front of me, because it can’t be a dead end, it can’t.

And then I lose balance as the rock underneath my right knee disappears.

I let out a string of bubbles in surprise. Half the air in my lungs.

There it is, the hole. Or a hole. Big enough for my knee to fall through and then some. My hands explore the edges of it, trying to gauge size.

It’ll be a tight fit, if I fit at all.

Should I go back?

I’m wasting breath, wasting time, thinking.

I stick my hands through the hole, my head, forcing my shoulders through, pushing with my elbows, letting a jagged edge gouge a long line down my back. My hips stick resolutely, and I will die here, I will die here. The need to breathe hurts me worse than any insult from the unforgiving stone, and I will die here, halfway through this hole.

I should have gone back.

I wonder if Eli will ever find me, my drowned upper half moving languidly with the current, so very very close to him.

So very very close, and no, no. I brace my elbows hard against the walls enclosing me, and it’s all hot white pain and I’m through, I’m through and scrabbling up a shallow incline until the walls around me stop knocking on my elbows and my head breaks the surface.

Air. Ah.

Relief.

After the urge to take breaths bigger than my lungs will allow passes, I crawl up until I’m out of the water. I reach up for the ceiling, but I can’t find it. Or any walls. Just me and the edge of the water, sitting next to each other on this slope.

It’s absolutely black. The air tastes like blood, like iron, probably, all cold in my chest. And I’m all shiver and ache and sting, all dipped in saltwater as I bleed lightly in dozens of places. And irreparably broken in some places, my back, my ribs, my hips, oh, my hips.

I twist to try to look around at my back, and doing so makes it worse, worse, and I grit my teeth and it’s pointless anyway, because I can’t even see anything, it’s so black.

I wave my hand in front of my face, and for a moment it seems like I can see it, a moving shadow, but no, no, just a trick of the light.

A trick of the dark, rather.

I stand, with my hands raised so I don’t hit my head, but there is only more dark to greet me.

I hurt in more ways than I can think about. But I can walk, I think.

I start up the incline. It’s good that the ground isn’t flat, else I’d certainly be completely lost in here. But I have one direction, which is vaguely up. No, two. Upways, and waterways. Forward, and backward. Eliward, and outward.

“Eli?” I say, and his name echoes through the dark.

My next step makes me stumble and fall, and what kind of idiot was I, thinking to just walk up a slant of uneven stone here in the perfect dark, as if I was walking down a boulevard?

So here I am, half climbing half crawling, upon my already beaten knees. Some savior am I, but here I am, at least. At last.

“Eli?”

And the echo sounds very much like it’s coming from a cave that is perfectly, perfectly empty.

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[thatdanishwriter]

Okay, so I just remembered that I had a bunch of tag-games lying around that I hadn’t done, so I’ll be sprinkling those throughout the next couple of days. I’m sorry in advance XD

But anyway, @georgiacambrielwritblr tagged me in this :D

1. Do you have a writing schedule or set deadlines?

Nope, since I’m at uni, I would like to focus on that as of now (not that I’m succeeding). I just write whenever I have the time.

2. What music do you tend to listen to when writing?

It heavily depends, but generally instrumental music that fits with the scene. So, I guess… a lot of atmospheric music. It becomes a lot of Derek and Brandon Fiecher, Peter Crowley, BrunuhVille, as well as League of Legends music. And piano pieces.

3. What have been some influential books or films or tv shows that have shaped what you write?

The book Dystopia by Dennis Jürgensen is probably the one book that has shaped what I write the most (it’s also my favourite book). Other than that, the Narnia and Percy Jackson books, Treasure Planet and Avatar the Last Airbender probably influenced me a lot.

4. Which cliche or trope is your favourite?

I love my Anti-Heroes probably a bit too much. And the “shielding a loved one with their own body” or whatever it’s called.

5. Do you have a character based off yourself?

Nuvé was originally heavily based off me. Then she got a complete personality-makeover and I like her much more as a result. I have a recent addition to the cast, a librarian named Kaleb, who, after I described him, made a friend of mine go “oh, so you”. Take that how you will XD. However, every single one of my characters have a bit of me in them. That includes my villains.

6. Have you taken any creative writing classes?

Nope, but I might in the future.

7. When you write is it by hand or typed up?

I use my PC to write pretty much everything. I only write by hand if I can’t use my PC.

8. Which oc of yours is the most likely to be found raiding the fridge in the middle of the night and what would they be eating?

Uuuuh, this depends heavily on which boundaries we set. Tree of Life canon, it’s probably Thunder eating whatever leftover food there was from dinner. Either that or Nuvé finding another energy drink or something, if that counts, because sleep is for the weak. If it’s all my OCs, then either Storm eating ice-cream or Xelfos eating… idk honestly, Xelfos is weird. Pickles? Are those in the fridge? I don’t eat pickles, so I don’t know XD.

9. What would you say your theme song is?

I was told once that “Non-Stop” from Hamilton fit me very well, which I was very flattered by. I’d like to say it fits me, but if I need to pick one myself I would probably go with “Schrei es in die Winde” by Faun or “Monsters” by Saara Aalto.

10. How many different genres have you tried writing/written and which ones are easiest for you?

I’ve written everything from dystopian, to fantasy, to contemporary, to sci-fi, to everything in between XD. I’ve even tried writing a bit of horror, but I found fantasy and sci-fi to be the easiest for me, probably because I write them very similarly.

I’ll tag @lunarmoment, @i-rove-rock-n-roll, @writing-sky-scapes, @annaalexiswrites, @bluewritesbadly and @annemareads97 but anyone who wants to do it is welcome to :)

[sundaynightnovels]

Haaa ! My writing stopped so I checked your WIP, I love it ! I always had a thing for stories about the afterlife, and I like the way you portray it, the thing with the veil that you gotta go through to reincarnate and all :D

ahhh thank you!!

[alien-from-pluto-writer]

3/2/1 Tag

Tagged by @dove-actually, thank you!

RULES: sum up your WIP(s) in three themes, two nouns, one adjective and an image

THEMES; Magic, dark rituals, secrets

NOUNS; Forest, Glitter

ADJECTIVE; Tempting

IMAGE;

TAGGING (don’t feel pressured to do so if you don’t want to)

@georgiacambrielwritblr @dogwrites @literate-libby @thedreamsofthesky @angelolytle and anyone else that wants to do this :)

[writings-of-a-narwhal]

Athum

↠ Prince of Light

↠ King of Issera

↠ War Bringer

He overthrew his parents, the tyrant rulers of Issera, killing his father and banishing his mother from the country. All he wanted was to help his people but instead he brought war upon them.

Desperate for an end to the fighting he looks for any and all allies he can to fight against his mother’s cruel forces. He’ll do whatever it takes to bring a sense of calm and back to the land, even give his own life and leave things in the hands of his retainers. 

taglist under the cut! let me know if you want to be added or taken off!

@endlesshourglass | @nerocael | @november-ash | @the-ichor-of-ruination | @bexminx | @aurumni-writes | @dreamsofbooksandmonsters | @randomness-and-fandomness | @chaosrubywriter | @annereadsstars | @ashesconstellation | @starspangledbanner27 | @lady-redshield-writes | @deadlyessencewhispers | @cometworks | @georgiacambrielwritblr | @roselinproductions | @abalonetea | @simplelinesunfashiond | @ohlooksheswriting | @semeele | @ashes-to-sen | @floralandrogyny | @gothswritings-deactivated201904 | @writer-grandma | @dogwrites | @els-writes | @usuallydecentwriter | @bookish-actor | @chris-the-dragonslayer | @enchantingdyke | @livvywrites | @agentorange-writes | @kajsawritingandrpg | @whatwasmyprevioususername | @dahladahlabills | @shadeshadow234 | @candlelightwriting | @kai-writesstuff | @designerstraightjackets | @inkpot-dreamer | @marewriteblr | @homesteadchronicles | @yetmorestories | @dramaticvoiceover | @logans-writing | @lostypewriter | @danielmars-17 | @ascendingdread7 | @sunlight-and-starskies | @livingthelovelylife | @the-neverland-puffin | @ajbrooks-writes | @katekyo-bitch-reborn

[teacupwriter]

handwriting tag

thanks for the tag @kittensartsbooks!!

Rules: Share your handwriting by writing the first line of your wip by hand.

here’s the (current) first line of The Lost Country -

I’d say this is my ‘normal’ handwriting, it gets a lot messier when I’m taking notes or writing down an idea before it evaporates...

hmmm I’ll tag: @candlelitwriting, @katiehahnbooks, @cabaretofwords, @urbanteeth and @georgiacambrielwritblr if you’d like to share!!

[charlie---writes]

If Fate made a flyer advertising their sacrifices...

Some more info under the cut:

In 60 CE, the Romans attacked the island of Mona, hoping to destroy druidic culture in Britain. While they succeeded in destroying the heart of druidism, they also discovered how the druids were using magic - essence. They tried their hand at it, but with little knowledge and no guidance, they created a small rip in the fabrics of the worlds, transported hundreds of Romans to the, at the time, uninhabited shadow world. Through this rip, Fate was released and an imbalance was established, requiring sacrifices to satiate the parasitic plant that grows in the void. 

Seers are chosen by Fate for their proximity to the sacrifice. They are given visions and compelled to tell the world walker of their death. Fate isn’t cruel and leaving your affairs in order is important. Unrest makes for an unwilling sacrifice who’s more likely to fight back. Better to break their spirit now. 

It’s been a while! Thought I’d do something fun to reintroduce my WIP to the world and since this is the central plot point, have a random flyer that is very plot relevant! I’m going to be posting random worldbuilding and plot related flyers every Sunday (actually have stuff scheduled in advance!) then maybe an excerpt or something else midweek :) If anyone has any suggestions on what I should post or what they’d be interested in, please don’t hesitate to say :) :)

I know it has been a long, long time and some people are probably not interested anymore so don’t be afraid to ask to be taken off my tag list :) 

@katerinarevel | @zigortega4life | @scribbles-to-feed-the-void | @aurumni-writes | @endlesshourglass | @starlitesymphony | @reininginthefirewriting | @the-real-rg | @cjjameswriting | @human-nonsense | @alessia-writes | @soul-write | @maskedlady | @ashesconstellation | @dreamswithadashofspice | @skyfootsteps | @omgbrekkerkaz | @letterstomidnightkids | @georgiacambrielwritblr | @mgcorvo-author | @if-only-we-could-read-it | @yetmorestories | @focusdumbass | @yourundead | @simplelinesunfashiond | @akane022 | @ohnoitsthebat

[sleepy-and-anxious]

WIP: Good For Something | Worldbuilding: The Royal Family

History: 

The Moreau line is said to stem back for centuries. The first recorded Moreau on the throne of Noble was Yorik Moreau, a hunter and dragon rider. His dragon was said to be the colour of gold coin. The Moreau insignia of the golden arrowhead and scaled wings stems back to this time. It is rumoured he won his kingship in a betting card game involving his familiar, the previous queen, a demon and a former royal chamber maid. 

Over time the Moreau’s have made keen rulers. 

Many notable rulers: Jonas the Spiteful, Eleanor the Great, Otto the Seer, Bastiaan the Conquerer 

PRE- GOOD FOR SOMETHING

King Bastiaan was the reigning sovereign of Noble before the current Queen. Having decided it was time to bring the anarchic state of Common’s under Noble rule he began the 17 year guerrilla conflict that became known as the Border Wars. The war itself was messy with great bloodshed on both sides, but eventually bringing victory to Noble. However, he was assassinated a few days before the end of the conflict. His lieutenant was the one to bring the news of final victory and news of his death back to Alexander’s Port. 

Current members:

Queen Skylar Magdalena Moreau: 

Following the loss of King Bastiaan, his daughter Skylar took the throne at 16 after her elder brother Prince Otis decided to abdicate his right to the throne with a preference to go into academia. Though being thrown into the deep end with her fathers untimely death, Queen Skylar has managed to keep Noble stable in times of hardship in the years after the war, and saw to the addition of the Noble Policing Unions influence bellow the border, yet she did not see reason to following her father’s plans of a complete cultural change to “teach the anarchists manners.” 

Queen Skylar has never married, however, she did have a child. Unfortunately, at the age of 6 the crown princess of Noble was taken from the castle. It was said she was killed. The succession after the death of her daughter then passed to her Brother’s children.

There are many rumours of her Curse - yet no official records state it. Some believe she has the ability to read minds while others claim she a manipulator of the highest caliber. Some even whisper that she may have no Curse at all.  

Prince Otis Bastiaan Moreau: 

Abdicated his right to the throne at 18 when he decided to study medicine, believing his younger sister would be a much better ruler than he was. Not having had children at the time, the succession was easily passed to the current Queen. He can often be found with his head in a book, offering his Queen council, or offering his medical knowledge to Common scholars bellow the border.  

Doctor Emily Pitcher-Moreau: 

Part of the royal family through marriage to Prince Otis, Duchess Emily, or as she prefers, Doctor Pitcher, is a South Noble born Air manipulator with a passion for psychiatry and along with her husband spends a lot of her time between the castle of Alexander’s Port and the Com-Tech medicine units in North Commons. 

Crown Prince Oskar Henrich Moreau: 

The crown prince of the God’s Continent. After the kidnapping of the Queen’s daughter the the two princes were put into hiding and were schooled knowing that they would be the next in line, should the heir be killed. It wasn’t long until they too were taken. Yet they were not harmed like the princess was. At 18, the Crown prince dedicates his life to becoming a great ruler should anything happen to the queen. Having gained only a small aspect of his mother’s Air manipulation Curse, he is content with his ability to levitate small objects. Stern but forward thinking. He will be a great ruler. 

Prince Kruse Alexander Moreau: 

Prince Kruse is very happy in his place as second prince, and like his father and mother prefers the studious life of libraries and medicine. Having gained the Air Demon line from his mother’s familiar, he holds one of the most powerful Curses ever known. His form is said to be a bird of prey. Quick thinking and incredibly skilled, Kruse Moreau is a talented intellectual and has an extremely accurate bow arm. Yet, you would not know it from observation. Quiet and unassuming, hiding under an anxious head of ginger hair.  

Princess Annika Cora Moreau: 

The sweet princess Anya. The only member of her family having been kept safe within the castle of Alexander’s Port. A firm believer in duty and fairness, she has been raised by the queen herself from within Alexander’s Port but is close with both her parents being known to send letters to them weekly. Like her brother Kruse, she is talented with a bow and arrow, but is never seen with a bow in public. Always impeccably dressed and proud, Princess Anya is seen as the golden princess. Rumours say she was born Pure without the Air manipulation Curse of her mother and brothers, but that is purely speculation. 

Okay hi omg this is a very long post - I forgot how long these world building ones were so I bumped up the cut as to save peeps when I no doubt shameless self reblog owo Anyway! Enjoy the info dump! 

Tag list: @lachiffon @tawnywrites @danafaithwriting @mademoiselleink @infinitelyblankpage @jasmiinitee @type-writings @hell-yeah-fantasy @eternalwritingstudent @corishadowfang @punny-alien @alextriestowritestuff @theprissythumbelina @kaz3313 @hojasdeoctubre @byrdwriter @elliewritesstories @emmiewritesstuff @chaos-reign @nathanielbooks @yuutfa @reeseweston @calicowrites @starlitesymphony  @sheralynnramsey @ravenpuffwriter @velvet-moss @lovingauthor @georgiacambrielwritblr  @cirianne @carrotgirl-1 @endlesshourglass @pagesintransit @atinydino @notanotherhour  @renee-gracie @chatterwriting @focusdumbass @zwergis-spilledink @xxdavinaxx  @angelwriteblr @charleynexus @writerinafury @elonanwrites @the-writers-blocks @vexeris @writingisfancylying @cherry-jester @author-ashlynn-james @maxseidel @zielenheil @saintephemeral @cohldhands @mlfeu @might-be-something-someday @laurenwastestimewriting @not-rude-ginger @no-url-ideas-tho @teacupwriter @diwrites @chalky-charlie @blueinkblot @nyxnevin

[agrapewriter]

Holy hiccups I’ve been tagged

Much thanks to @cadewrites for tagging me because I needed a break from staring at my google docs

Current WIP(s):

What’s a hero? (character names in progress)

The story of a boy who was raised by a scientist who saved him from our antagonist, the boy is raised to be a hero and put those powers that were placed upon him to positive use. It’s also about a girl who was then raised by the antagonist to be a villain and their quest to figure out what they want to be and how the circumstances that they were raised in challenge the feelings that come naturally to them. Are the villains? Are they heroes? Do you have to choose? 

NIP (name in progress)

The class president and resident perfectionist Leon begins having odd dreams where he continuously meets up with a boy named Victor who comes across as rebellious and a total punk. Meeting every night, eventually, the two become closer and begin to form a bond as they speak ore to each other. One night Leon overwhelmed with the stress of maintaining his perfect image at school and having to care for his alcoholic mother, commits suicide via an overdose on the same night that Victor, running away from his family home is jumped by strangers and left for dead. Put into a medically induced coma, Victor and Leon meet in their mindscape, thinking that they each must be dreaming again only for them both to wake up in Victor's body. 

Genre/Category:

What’s a hero? Is a superhero fiction story set in a modern yet advanced time while NIP is a fantasy/sci-fi maybe superhero setting (I haven’t decided yet). 

Fandom/Interest:

I’m currently in the “try not to fail at life” fandom tbh, I’m super active in the animation community though I don’t contribute much but the wild ‘you’re doing great sweetie.” If I had a computer to draw with then... I would be so set right now.

The beauty community even if I literally have no makeup, the tea is always scolding and I’m here for that. Plus its art and it’s incredibly inspirational (sometimes).

Shane Dawson squad, need I say more?

I like a lot of music, from Carrie Underwood to Get Strange to In the heights as well as a few that are stuck in my head right now like AJR, Cavetown, and the fastest growing community on Youtube which is Greg (don’t look that up).

I feel like I need to wrap this up because idk what I’m talking about anymore. I love scary movies, drawing, obviously writing, acting, singing, but really I suck at dancing.

please talk to me, I’m a grape and have nothing else to do.

I will tag a few people who are following me;

@alien-from-pluto-writer @radiowrites @georgiacambrielwritblr @ashesconstellation

Thanks for reading!