#if anyone wants to write a snippet- you're welcome

[elejahfanfic]

Camilijah_

[winterandwords]

📖 #CalmWriMo 2023

If you want to do NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) but a 50k word goal doesn't work for you, you're invited to join me in CalmWriMo 2023 on Tumblr for a chilled-out creative experience this November.

Here's how it works...

📝 Set a fun and achievable writing goal

This can be a word count goal, but it definitely doesn't have to be. It also doesn't have to be new-words writing. Editing, research, outlining, or anything other writing-adjacent activities are great too.

You might want to...

Work on your WIPs for [however many] days

Complete a draft or a certain number of chapters

Spend [however many] hours editing

Create an outline for a book

Research specific topics for a WIP

Make graphics or moodboards for your stories

Create or overhaul your author website

Or anything else connected to your WIP(s) or writing

🍵 Choose an accessible and enjoyable self-care focus

This can be anything at all that helps you take care of your physical and/or mental health while you work on your writing goal.

You might want to...

Be more consistent with your journaling habit

Get to grips with your sleep schedule

Start or continue a daily yoga or meditation practice

Drink more water

Reduce screen time before bed

Read more fiction, non-fiction, or writing craft books

Go for regular walks

Or anything else that benefits your body or mind

💻 Share your own CalmWriMo intro and progress

If you'd like to join in, you can make a post to share your writing goal and self-care focus using the #CalmWriMo tag. You're welcome to @ me (@winterandwords) in your intro post if you want to.

You're also welcome to use the tag to post progress updates and WIP snippets throughout November. Bear in mind, reblogs don't seem to show up in tag searches on Tumblr, so creating new posts for each update might make them more visible.

I'm going to check the #CalmWriMo tag throughout the month to see how everyone's doing and share some of your posts.

Anyone taking part is encouraged to do the same if you would like to have you have the time and energy for it. In the spirit of CalmWriMo, there's no obligation to do anything other than what you're comfortable with 💜

[ghouljams]

I love witch darling and Price they have my whole heart (and Liebling and Konig bc I'm a sucker for straight pairings where the woman could say "heel" and the big scary guy would listen)

I just love the idea of visible claims, beyond just the obvious sexy stuff of "marked, now you're mine." Bc the way you wrote it it's more a sign of how long they've been together, how familiar they are, how much they long to have something somewhat tangible as a reminder that they're there for each other. It's an intimacy of knowing one another

Price and Witch being so intertwined that Price meets up with the other Fae boys and is confused at why they're shuffling uncomfortably until he realises he has Witches magic all over him and not only did he not notice bc he's become so used to their presence that it's a comfort but the fact that it's there means they have become so used to his presence they automatically warded him a little bit, not intentionally or through any rituals but their intent of wanting to protect him and keep him safe (and maybe even mark him what? Who said that?) Wrapped around him like a loving embrace. For a couple who's interactions started off measured and contract-like its a real step up to the point that welcoming him is as easy as breathing. (Loving someone like breathing)

Witch goes about their day perfectly happy until they notice something in the corner of their eye and see Prices magic clinging to their doorway, a sign to ward off any unwelcome visitors. And they should be mad at him but... the last time he was here was days ago and if they confront him they have to admit to themselves and him that it took them that long to notice after days of walking past, just accepting it as normal.

Witch wrapping their hair and their thoughts aren't even on Price but somehow their ambient love of him worms it's way into the intentions (I love hair wrapping btw)

Price having a stressful day and when he gets home (does he have a home? He feels a little bit like a bum that just waits to annoy Witch) he feels himself relax. And he's confused bc yeah this is his territory so it's safe but he's never felt the tension leave his body so quickly, until he notices he conveniently sat on the floor, right near his cigar tray, at the perfect height to smell the ashes from one of Witch's cigars.

I'm going to write just little snippets for all of these.

Everything feels warmer after leaving you, lighter, safer. Price lights a cigar while his boys watch him carefully. He raises a brow at them through the fingering smoke. If one of them has something to say they'd be best advised to get it over with. Soap nudges Gaz, who shakes his head quickly and nudges Ghost, who promptly throws Gaz under the bus.

"Gaz wants to say something," Ghost announces.

"You've gotten worse," Gaz tells him with a glare, "Why do I hafta do it?"

"'Cause he won't be mad at you," Soap chimes in. Gaz groans and leans forward, his elbows on the table.

"You're toting around Witch wards," Gaz is flat out with it, Price'll give him that.

"Am I?" It's barely a question in tone, but is he? He hadn't noticed. Now that he thinks about it though, he can still feel where your hands settled on his chest, your lips on his cheek telling him to take care. Your magic wraps around him like a blanket, ambient and comforting. That explains the warmth. Cheeky little thing, he should've known you'd pull something like this. You can't help yourself.

The part that gets him though, is he hadn't noticed. He always notices foreign magic like an allergic reaction. It itches his skin, gives him headaches. Especially witch's magic, he should've felt that immediately. Oil and water, it should have done something to him, caused a reaction of some sort. Yet even his smoke seemed clingier, soft with you.

He tugs at the lingering magic, feels it purr like a particularly clingy kitten. Well, it's not hurting anyone. It can stay.

"You're as bad as Ghost, you know that?" Gaz shakes his head. Ghost glares at him.

"When did I become the fuckin' benchmark?" He asks angrily.

-

It's been sitting quietly at the edge of your magical perception for days before you actually notice it. Passing through your front door you have to stop at the unfamiliar ward. You cast your eyes about as if you could see it, but come up short. Something in the familiarity of it worms its way into your brain and directs you where to look. How silly that you hadn't noticed him put his own protections on you.

You press your hand to the worn wood of your door frame with a smile. You can feel the residual magic Price must have left, how did you miss it? It's so clear and foreign to your own wards, that you should have noticed immediately. Even the edges of your wards have grown around it like one tree absorbing another. Strange that your magic would notice before you did, but you suppose you've grown so used to Price's magic it's become almost second nature to you. You can almost feel his hand under yours, fond, affectionate, warning anything that might pass by.

You take your hand off the door frame to touch your fingers to your lips, kissing them before tapping them against Price's seal. For luck, you think.

-

You're half way through rubbing lotion onto your arms when you notice you're feeling very pink. Not just you, your magic, your being. You check the bottle you're using, it's not any spell you're not used to, weird. You finish up with your body lotion and when the pink feeling doesn't dispel you go to check your shower to make sure you didn't mix any strange ingredients into your usual scrubs. You can't have any strange magic working on you when you see Price tomorrow or you'll have to cancel your date.

Date. You probably shouldn't call it that when you see him daily, but it feels special every time. He kisses you like it's special every time, like he'll never get another chance for it. You press your fingers to your lips with a giddy smile, feel the pink magic bubble happily.

You pick through your products with a witch's unintentional intent. Rose, rosemary, lilac, iris, weaving your little love spell into your skin and bubbling over with your happy thoughts. You'll school your emotions later, for now you're enjoying this. Besides, you don't have any clients scheduled for tomorrow, who cares if your magic is a little messy?

"Y'smell good," Price tells you when you see him, his arms around you as he presses his lips to any skin he can find. You direct his lips back to yours and feel the pink tinge him as his tongue drags against yours. His magic bleeds against yours, pulls as eagerly as his hands do until you're shivering against his chest.

You tip your head back as he kisses your throat, breathes you in with heavy intent. His beard tickles, scratchy but soft in a way that makes you think he takes meticulous care of it. His tongue drags against your pulse, his teeth sharp when they nibble your jaw.

"Y'know you don't need love spells for me, Sweatheart," He whispers in your ear and you feel heat pop over your cheeks, more embarrassed than anything else. Gods, that's what that is, isn't it?

"Date cancelled," You tell him a little breathless with him still kissing your neck. You whack his shoulders with your hands to get him off, "Price I need to wash all this off of me, you are going to make it worse."

"Fine by me," He tells you calmly, making no move to stop. You think he does this on purpose sometimes. Bastard.

-

Price kicks the door shut behind him, barely remembers to turn the lights on before he's collapsed back against his couch. The soft moonlight through the windows is less comforting and more indicative of how over-fucking-worked he is. Gaz has to start coming to court with him, take some of this load before it breaks his fucking back.

He exhales deeply, feels the billow of smoke release from his lungs. Unspent magic. It hooks itself to the walls and ceiling, hanging like kudzu vines, threatening to strangle anything that challenges its path forwards. He breathes in, feels the ash of his morning cigar swirl and spark. Soft and familiar. Yours, he smiles to himself.

You've made a sweet habit of gifting him cigars. Simple tobacco in tobacco, it shouldn't make a spell like this, but you are a wonder. He can smell your hopes while you were making this, the residual magic of your intent. "Remember me" Your ashes whisper to him, "Let me bring you peace, happiness."

It shouldn't surprise him to feel his muscles unwind, dragged down by your gentle magic. He can almost feel your fingers on his jaw tipping his head back onto the arm of the couch, your lips against his forehead imploring him to relax. How could he ever refuse your ministrations.

[priincebutt]

Thank you for the tag @heybuddy-drabbles , @anincompletelist and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf ! I loved all of these snippets, and I can't wait to read the works they're attached to!

In the same vein as what Val said, this week has been rough for me. I want to get the next chapter of The Story of Us updated, but for some reason words weren't cooperating with me and I just could not get it to work out how I wanted it to. I finally started to get some worthwhile writing done last night, but I mostly still think it's crap and am persevering on so that we can hopefully get this chapter out this evening! So, have a snippet from the upcoming chapter <3

“Not that I don't love talking to you, but what prompted a phone call at 6:27 in the morning? Everything ok?” Henry anxiously picks at his jeans, takes a fortifying deep breath, and lets loose the question that's been living in his head all week. “Do I need a hotel for my visit? Or… or can I, em, stay… with you?” The last word practically squeaks out of him and he puts his hand to his forehead, thankful the statement is off his chest but worrying over how Alex will possibly answer.  “You never have to ask, Henry. If you're in Philly, you're always welcome at my place. I have a spare bedroom if you're more comfortable with that, but you definitely don't have to get a hotel.” The ease with which Alex states as much leaves Henry aching to be there with him now. He doesn’t want to wait another week, he wants to fly there on a gale, lift up into the clouds and rush to be closer to Alex with every minute that ticks by. It’s absolutely insane how quickly Henry’d gone from ‘this cannot exist because I cannot make space for it’ to ‘oh my god I want to kiss his face right this second’ is shocking.

This is a lot more thank six/seven sentences (spoiler alert: it's double.) But it's the only bit I really liked so you all are getting spoiled today :D

Tagging @zwiazdziarka , @firenati0n , @firstprinces and leaving an open tag for anyone who may want to participate!

[jessybarnes]

Hi, lovelies! Welcome to my first writing challenge. First, I want to thank each and every one of you for following me, supporting my work, and cheering me on. I appreciate and love all of you. This is the first time I have ever hosted one of these, so bear with me and I hope you enjoy it! Anyone can participate as long as you're at least 18!

Since my blog is 18+, you must be 18 years or older to participate in this event!

Along with this being a writing challenge for you guys, I will also be taking requests for mood boards, little drabbles, and more!

The official due date for you guys to submit your entries is January 1st, 2024

Below the cut will be the rules, ask game information, and prompts list!

If you have any questions please don't hesitate to message me! Have fun my loves! <3

First of all, have fun with this. I wouldn't be here if y'all didn't support me, so I want to ensure you all have a great time! There isn't really a theme to this celebration, so no need to worry there. However, there are a few rules that I request you all to follow.

Please use the read more option.

Please be sure to list all of your warnings appropriately

Please make sure this is a new piece of writing that you're submitting.

Please send me an ask or a DM telling me which prompt or prompts you'd like to claim.

Please do not submit anything that has scat, watersports, pet play, necrophilia, bestiality, self-harm, DD/LG, or underaged characters

Tag me in your stories and use the hashtag #jessybarnesreaches500

The cut-off to submit entries is January 1st, 2024

Angst:

"You can't be bitter now, this was your decision." (1/2)

"Let me go." (1/2)

"I let you in. I let my guard down, and you made me feel like I'm no good." (0/2)

"I don't forgive you." (1/2)

"You know what? Everyone was right, you don't deserve me." (0/2)

"Don't you dare leave me! Not like this." (2/2)

"You're too late." (0/2)

"I can't keep doing this, I can't keep giving you chances just for you to break my heart over and over again." (1/2)

"How could you? After all that we've been through, how could you?" (0/2)

"I don't feel like I'm worthy of you. I don't deserve you." (0/2)

Fluff:

"You did all of this for me?" (1/2)

"I swear I fall in love with you more and more each day." (0/2)

"I haven't been this happy in so long." (0/2)

"I would be honored to be your first kiss." (2/2)

"Come here and snuggle with me." (1/2)

"Kiss me again." (2/2)

"Will you sing to me?" (0/2)

"Will you marry me?" (0/2)

"That dress looks incredible on you." (2/2)

"Stop! That tickles!" (0/2)

Smut:

"That's it, baby. Take it like a good girl." (1/2)

"Look at you. You're dripping wet and I've barely touched you." (0/2)

"You'll cum only when I tell you to. Got it?" (0/2)

"Make me." (0/2)

"Maybe I need to remind you who's in charge here." (0/2)

"Don't test me, sweetheart." (0/2)

"Did I say you could stop?" (0/2)

"You look so pretty on your knees with my cock buried in your throat." (0/2)

"I'm not going to touch you unless you beg for it." (0/2)

"You're so beautiful. All spread out like this just for me." (0/2)

Send me an emoji from the list below in my ask box! It can be anonymous or not. I love interacting with you lovely people! 🥰

✍️ - Send me this emoji, a character, and if you want fluff, smut, or angst and I'll write you a little blurb!

🎶 - Send me this emoji and a character and I'll tell you what song reminds me of them!

🤫 - Send me this emoji and ask me a "Never have I ever" question!

5️⃣ - Send me this emoji and a category and I'll tell you my top five!

🥰 - Send me this emoji and tell me who your favorite writer or writers are! Let's help spread positivity and love on here!

👀 - Send me this emoji and I'll reply with a little snippet from a WIP I'm working on!

💎 - Send me this emoji and tell me what fic of mine is your favorite and why, and I'll do the same for you!

💋 - Send me this emoji, a character, and a theme and I'll make you a mood board!

💍 - (Mutuals Only!) Send me this emoji and a little description about you (hair color, hobbies, how tall you are, etc) and I'll tell you which character I ship you with!

💌 - (Mutuals Only!) Send me this emoji and I'll write you a sweet little note!

Tagging some friends to hopefully get this seen as well as some participation 😅❤️ I'm sorry if I forgot to tag you. I'm excited and my brain is slow. Anyone can participate as long as you're 18!

@buckyalpine @fandoms-writings @pocolottie @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @superdcchick @animnerd @natashanonnie @writercole @winecatsandpizza @ejshellsiteofsins @tmpestuous @bucky-barnesrp @artistssteverogers @helium-queen @sarahrogersevans @chrisevansdaughter @chrisdrysdale @lovebittenbyevans @lipstickandtanqueray @bluearchersstuff @madashatters18 @imyourbratzdoll @nickfowlerrr

[disdaidal]

Touch starved roommates, touch starved ROOMMATES!

Oh 🙊 This is one of my favorite tropes, honestly. I've also loved writing this one (even if it's not a ST ship, but anyway).

This turned out a bit long (I was supposed to post a small snippet only) but oh well:

—

Slowly, Cloud started running his long, slender fingers through Zack's hair again. Massaging the scalp underneath with gentle, rotating motions. The blond tried his best not to gawk at his gorgeous raven-haired friend whose head rested comfortably on his lap. Bright blue eyes speckled with mako green, half-lidded and hazy—long dark eyelashes spread like a curtain around them—, stirring prettily every time Cloud's fingers hit the spot. Cloud bit his lower lip and barely held back a whine when Zack's eyes closed, and the other man suddenly hummed deep and low in his throat. A sound which vibrated deep within his chest, and came out less like a sigh and more like a small moan. If Cloud didn't know any better, he could've sworn this moment between them had slowly turned almost... erotic. The thought alone made him swoon, just a little bit. His mind had quickly drifted off somewhere else for a moment—to a land far, far away filled with dreams and inappropriate desires regarding his best friend slash roommate—that Cloud knew he should not even consider doing, let alone be thinking of. Deep in thought, swirling through a hot daydream, Cloud's hands had gradually stalled over Zack’s head. His mind spiraling out of control and entering an unknown territory, that felt both strange and good; far better than his reality. His head spun, his ears rang with the blood rushing through them, and his chest suddenly constricted with emotions and desires that couldn't be unleashed, so he kept them safely locked inside his mind instead. That is until a snap of fingers interrupted him. Cruelly pulling and dragging him away from that sweet, sweet, hot daydream, that made him feel so happy and safe for a moment. Away in a dream. Cloud blinked dumbly. His big, baby blue eyes all wide and confused. "Huh?" And there it was again. That wide, playful grin that Zack used whenever he was flirty—with Cloud, or just anyone, really. The corners of his eyes wrinkled with joy while his turquoise eyes glinted and sparkled with this sudden, self-satisfied mischief.

"Where were you? You kind of zoned out for a bit," Zack asked, smirking. "Were you daydreaming about me?" Cloud's face burned. He looked away, not wanting to witness that stupid, smug grin plastered on Zack's stupid, smug handsome face, that Cloud had become all too familiar with and knew like the back of his hand. Unlike Zack, Cloud was painfully shy on most days, and his cocky roommate love to tease him and make him blush.

Cloud wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Not today, not now. “Don’t be ridiculous, Zack. Why would I ever daydream about you?” “Hmm, let me see...” Zack put a finger on his lower lip, pretending to look thoughtful there for a moment. Cloud considered punching him just for that. “Oh, I know! Cause I’m hot, irresistible and funny?" "Umm, how about modest?" Zack hummed, casually and unironically, and continued, "'Without me, your life would be lonely, boring and miserable. 'Cause you're not exactly a people person, Cloud; you don't actually go out and put effort into making new friends and connections, so that's where I come in. I bring them here and take us to all these cool parties, so you won't have to sit here alone and die of boredom. Also, not to be mean or anything but you can't cook to save your life. Like, seriously, dude. You lived off of microwave foods and energy drinks for months until this one mysterious, handsome chef moved in, took over your kitchen and saved your day. And every single day he cooks you these nice, delicious meals completely free of charge and out of the goodness of his pure heart because he likes to see you full and happy. So... you're welcome, babe."

Cloud rolled his eyes and wanted to argue that there was absolutely nothing mysterious about Zack. But his lips had already quirked at his friend's words, instantly betraying his delicate, quickly crumbling facade. It hadn't gone unnoticed by Zack whose victorious grin only seemed deepen at this quiet admission. Zack wiggled his eyebrows stupidly, and Cloud could only snort fondly and shake his head at him. This guy. “You’re so full of yourself. You know that, right?” “But I’m not wrong, am I? You'd miss me, terribly.”

[foodsies4me]

Snippet not Saturday or Sunday!

I wasn't tagged for a change, but I decided it would be fun to do a tiny snippet anyway. Also, for those who were unsure if sending in prompts was still okay, you can still send them don't worry! I'm a bit slow in getting to all of them because I'm a slow writer, but they're still very much welcome. :D

Anyway, here is a snippet from the second chapter of Crow's Very Bad No Good Day that nobody asked for except @lawsofchaos1 and who is therefore entirely to blame for this.

The ceiling lets out another giggle and then a terrifyingly familiar voice pipes up "Awwww, but I was sneaking, Alec."

The whiny complaint is followed by the sudden apparition of one terror supreme, ruffled black hair and deceptively innocent smile included, who somehow unsticks from the ceiling - and cool, okay sure shadowhunters are apparently part spider because why the fuck not. It's not as if they weren't already nightmare-inducing enough.

Max lands next to him, eyes bright and happy as they immediately zero in on him. "You're the warlock from last week!" He cheers, "From Mags' glitter!"

Tagging @echo-bleu just because I can for a change. That said, anyone that sees this and wants to share a snippet (whether writing, drawing or something else) please feel free to do so!

[hippolotamus]

✨ Inspiration Saturday ✨

Tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @spotsandsocks @heartshapedvows @monsterrae1 @steadfastsaturnsrings @daffi-990 @pirrusstuff Thank you loves! 💖

A diversion from the usual today. This is less inspiration for what I'm actually writing as inspiration that struck for something I hope to write one day (kicks WIP pile behind a chair). An idea put in my head by @stereopticons 😘

Alexis moves to New York to chase her dreams while Twyla stays in Schitt's Creek pining and trying to be happy for her friend.

And the song that inspired it

Bonus little snippet of the thing I’m supposed to be working on you're where I wanna go

Tightness builds in his chest watching Bobby and Athena congratulate Lucy and welcome her to the family, beaming like the proud parents they are. Before today Lucy met them only once before. She accompanied Buck to dinner at their home specifically so he could introduce them. He had talked about her, of course, but it was important to him that they all meet. And maybe part of him wanted their approval. It quickly became evident that he needn’t have worried because she charmed both Bobby and Athena before the main course was finished.  “When you two get back we’ll have you over to the house again,” Athena says. “So where are you off to?”  Buck easily defers to Lucy considering the destination was all her idea.  “Chicago. I want to see what the fuss is about. How different can one city really be from another?” She answers with a shrug.

no pressure tagging @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @giddyupbuck @stereopticons @honestlydarkprincess @elvensorceress @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @eddiediaztho @thewolvesof1998 @forthewolves @wildlife4life @loserdiaz @watchyourbuck @your-catfish-friend @statueinthestone @buddierights @911onabc @hoodie-buck @the-likesofus @fionaswhvre @barbiediaz @eowon @ladydorian05 @wikiangela @apothecarose @vanillahigh00 @rmd-writes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @jesuisici33 @welcometololaland @spaceprincessem @waknatious and anyone else who wants to 🥰

[honestlydarkprincess]

jess!! thank you for feeding me all the delicious snippets. i can't wait to read all the fics

i'll ask about the two drunk fics since i haven't seen anyone ask for those yet. mwah!

Hehehe you're so welcome!! thank you for reading and I'm so happy you're excited <33

the drunk eddie sequel is just smut hehe, i wanted to put it in the original fic but it was already 11 something thousand words and i was like hmm lets make it a sequel 😂

drunk buck (sorry everyone i'm obsessed with writing drunk fics right now) is the one where eddie comes to pick buck up from his date with natalia cause he got super drunk and was asking for eddie. buck doesn't remember anything the next day so there's some miscommunication and lots of pining :3

ask me about my wips

[writernopal]

Friday Kiss Tag

I was tagged by @oh-no-another-idea here, thank you so much! 💙

Rules: post a smooch from your writing for Friday. It can be as light as a peck or as intense as a makeout. It can be romantic or platonic or familial. As long as a smooch takes place it’s free reign!

The snippet below is from AASOAF 3, featuring my favorite on again off again couple, Fay and Wilkes.

She looked at me through hazy eyes, becoming, for those few moments, the woman I knew in my youth. The one whose skin had been shucked off by the violence of life and living. The one who pleaded to be loved through every gaze even though she spoke as if she were the rare sort whose purpose it was to be unloved. The one who crossed her very nature to welcome me into her arms…

“I want to dock at Kinsler’s Nest.” She whispered. “But I can’t do that if you’re not there and I’m not here…”

“Can you trust me?”

She took my hand in hers and raised it to her lips, brushing the back of it with her warm breath. My scales prickled. “No.”

“Then why?”

“Because…” She kissed my knuckles tenderly. “You’re the greatest weapon there is.”

“And what is that?” I asked softly as I raised her chin.

She closed the gap between us, eyes glittering with her signature avarice. “A shield. You're not made to hurt me. You try...but you can't... And nothing has changed. I still hate you. I still want you gone. So don't make this a reason...”

“Woman of mine, I don’t need a reason to be wanted by you…” I brushed my lips against hers gently.

She kissed me back. “Liar.” 

Tagging (gently): @outpost51 @commander-krios @sparatus @omniblades-and-stars @tabswrites and anyone else who wants to play!

AASOAF 3 Taglist: @outpost51 @thelivingdeceased @faelanvance @captain-kraken @illjustpretend @elshells @full-on-sam @the-mindless @zestymimblo @tabswrites @void-botanist

Join/leave the taglist using this Google Form.

[allhallowsjangobi]

Masterpost 2023

Hello there!

All Hallow’s Jangobi 2023 is a Halloween-themed Jango/Obi-Wan event that will take place on the 31st of October 2023. This year we're trying another format: instead of the event taking an entire week, it will only take place during the day of Halloween itself. Since we realized a little too late that we didn't prepare a vote for prompts in advance, there won't be any prompt either: the general theme is Jango/Obi-wan and Halloween. Aside from that, you can go wild! The event is open for everyone, writer or artist. You can write, draw or create as much or as little as you want. If you want to write 1k, 20k or three different fics, you're free to do as you want! There will be an open AO3 collection for everyone to post their works to, and we will do our best to reblog everything posted to tumblr as well. As a reminder, if you post anything here on tumblr, tag this blog directly (@allhallowsjangobi ) so we can see and reblog your creations.

Important links again: FAQ How to join the Jangobi discord server

Under the cut you read the rules for the event:

All Hallows Jangobi is a free and low-pressure event based on the Star Wars pairing Jango/Obi-wan. The event will be somewhat moderated, so here are a list of the rules:

1) All submissions are welcome,

as long as they feature the pairing Jango/Obi-wan and correspond (as least a little) to the All Hallows theme. You can create anything you want!

2) All ratings and archive warnings accepted

Most of the content will be hosted either on AO3 or on tumblr. Please tags your content accurately and use the correct warnings when they apply. You are free to create any type of work you wish, but appropriate warnings are a must, especially since halloween topics can be open to a wide range of interpretation and can range from cracky to angsty: one might take the topic zombie and make it a cute trick and treat fic, another might turn it into an mcd zombie apocalypse.

If a mod ask you to add a tag, please do so.

3) No rude comments or harassment

Self-explanatory. We all want to have a fun event, so don’t offer unasked for criticism, let people create whatever they want (even if you don’t personally agree with it) and don’t be rude! Don’t like, don’t read and ykinmkato (your kink is not my kink and that’s okay) rules apply.

4) No bashing of Jango or Obi-wan

This event is centered around these two characters, so no bashing of Jango or Obi-wan. Bashing of other specific characters (e.g Dooku, Qui-gon, Palpatine, etc) is allowed.

5) WIPs are free to be shared

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[sunshinestrand]

tagged by @rmd-writes thank you, lovely <3

we're switching things up this week because, surprise, there's a new idea running rampant in my head. So here's the first little snippet from an author carlos/ranch hand TK AU:

Whenever he visits the ranch house, the unmistakable feeling of home seeps into every part of him. It's a place that held all of their family gatherings, where his graduation party was held, where both his sisters got married (and where he hopes to one day have one of his own). Carlos' roots are so deeply planted in this very house and he finds that it will always have the power to pull him back, no matter what.

He looks at all the pictures on the mantle of the fireplace, of the many years of memories captured, and he smiles fondly at them all. Nothing has changed. His mother is still as sentimental as ever.

Andrea appears next to him, holding out one of her mugs full of tea. "Not that this isn't one of the most wonderful surprises, but what brings you home, Carlitos?"

He eyes her over the rim of his mug as he takes a sip. He winces slightly at the heat hitting his tongue, but his mother's famous tea soothes it quickly. "I need a reason to come and see my parents now, do I?"

"Of course not. You know you're always welcome home. I just mean we were only just out in New York to see you. So, it's not like it's been a terribly long time."

Carlos sighs. "Truthfully? I have been struggling to write, so Paul suggested I come home for a while and see if that helps to break the writer's block."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Andrea whispers, and she places her palm to his cheek. "But I'm glad that it was able to bring you back to us for a while."

Carlos smiles softly. "Me too. Where is dad?"

"Oh, he's out doing some work on the fences. He should be back any time now." Andrea says. "Which reminds me, I should continue on with dinner."

Carlos frowns. "He's out doing work alone? Is that really safe?"

A year ago, Gabriel Reyes had suffered a heart attack that was almost fatal, and the doctor had ordered him to cut back on his work a bit. His father was a stubborn man, but his mother was even more so. Carlos knew there was no way she would just allow him back at it.

"Oh no, he's not alone." Andrea says, and it manages to settle Carlos' nerves just a bit. "We got a new ranch hand not too long ago. He's very nice and hardworking."

"That's great, mom." Carlos says, taking a seat at one of the barstools. This is a place he sat for many days watching his mother cook food and where she would give him a cutting board, a knife, and some veggies to cut. It was some of the best times of his life. "Is he anyone I know?"

Andrea falters in her knife skills for a moment. "Yes, he is someone you know."

Carlos raises a brow, confusion settling into him. He didn't have many people he didn't get along with, so who could his parents possibly have hired that would warrant such a reaction from his mother.

"Carlos, there's something you should know —"

Whatever it is, however, his mother does get to tell him because the front door opens and in steps his father, looking worn out from the day. He toes off his work boots before making his way into the kitchen.

"Look who showed up on our doorstep just now, Gabriel." Andrea says, and Gabriel smiles brightly.

"Well, isn't this a nice surprise." He says as he pulls Carlos into an awkward side hug since he's sitting down. "My son, the best-selling author, it's good to see you again. I almost forgot what you looked like."

Carlos shakes his head. "Stop it. You were just in New York to see me. You two act like I haven't been home in —"

"Two years." Gabriel and Andrea say in unison before all three of them chuckle.

"Okay, fine. Look, I really am sorry it took me so long. I do feel terrible about that."

"Nonsense." Andrea says. "You were out living your dream. That's all we've wanted for you. That's been our dream, and we are so proud of you."

"She is right, you know. We couldn't be any more proud." Gabriel adds on, a beaming smile on his face.

"Thanks, that means a lot." Carlos says, a feeling of warmth in his chest. "So, Mama, what did I need to know about the new ranch hand you hired?"

He thinks he sees his father make a face at his mother, who just shakes her head. Carlos opens his mouth, ready to ask again, but he hears the front door again.

"The horses are tended to and put into their stalls, Mr. Reyes." A voice says, and Carlos immediately recognises it. His heart begins to beat faster, and the tips of his ears begin to burn. Maybe it's not who he thinks it is.

When he turns, however, he finds those familiar green eyes staring at him. He hasn't seen them in two years, and it isn't until just this moment that he realizes how much he had missed them. He can still remember how they were filled with tears the day he left.

So this is what his parents were attempting to tell him. TK Strand is their new ranch hand.

"TK," Carlos whispers, his voice fighting against the lump that has grown in his throat. "Hi."

TK seems equally as shocked to see him, his eyes now wide. All Carlos wants to do is run and hug him, but he's not sure TK feels the same way.

"Carlos, hey." TK says, his voice cracking slightly, and Carlos is sure he's beginning to panic. He looks around awkwardly for a moment. "I, uh, I just realised I forgot something in the barn."

He's gone before another word can be spoken, the front door slamming back closed, and Carlos turns to look back at his parents. They are both wearing matching awkward expressions, both of them acting as though they weren't a part of what just happened.

Carlos stands from his seat and doesn't say a word as he follows TK out of the house, determined to find him.

tagging: @reyescarlos and @welcometololaland <3

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WIP Wednesday Thursday

welcome to thursday, or as i like to call it, wednesday

thank you to the lovely and phenomenal @mareenavee @skyrim-forever and @umbracirrus for tagging me!! <3

i'm tagging the wonderful @orfeoarte @thana-topsy @totally-not-deacon @v1ctory-or-sovngarde @gilgamish @wispstalk @boethiahspillowbook @dirty-bosmer and @da3drat this week, along with anyone reading this!

currently, i'm writing chapter 26 of Cycle of the Serpent, but as it's incredibly spoilery for one of the boys, i decided to bring to you all a snippet from waaaaaaaay further. here's a rough scene taking place in the College of Winterhold, during a lesson with drevis neloran. hope you enjoy it!

"Now that you've seen the fun sides of Illusion magic," Drevis' smile faded slowly from his thin face, "I'm going to demonstrate the other side of the coin. I've seen you guys run off and wow your friends with your new spells," a couple of laughs from the students, small, nervous sounds, "but this is the kind of thing I ask you not to replicate unless absolutely necessary." A chill settled over the lecture hall. Emeros knit his brow. "I'm going to be taking you back to a place in time you may not want to go to. With your permission, I'm going to ease into your minds and show you whatever comes out. Now, I don't do this lightly, I do this so that you understand the full extent of what we're working with here. Magic is a powerful thing, and unless you understand the good and bad of it, you're not going to be capable of wielding it, or shielding yourself from it." The chill deepened in the Bosmer's bones. He glanced around at other faces in the hall, all silent before Drevis Neloran. He moved like water. His words hammered like a stone. "I'm going to ask that if you're unprepared for what's to come and you need time to ready yourself for this experience, that you leave now. Instructor Nethalam is outside, he'll let you know when you can come back in."

A few students rose, robes fluttering as they left the circle. Their absence did not faze Drevis. Emeros saw it in the Dunmer's eyes. The quiet knowing, the understanding of it all. He braced himself, chin high as he waited for the instructor to prepare them. The door shut with a heavy thud behind the students. Drevis raised his hand at an even level with his eyes. "I have no control over what you see, but know that it's an illusion, nothing more." His hand waved over the crowd, thin streams of blue smoke clamoring for attention, forming from his palm, the spell taking its effect. Everyone sat, breath held high in their chests, glancing nervously to one another. Emeros' vision dulled. The room swirled into smoke, the floor turning to dust beneath him, sinking further. This was a place far away. He could feel now the solid floor of a house. He could feel the surface of it, the taste of the air, the acrid stench of smoke. He turned. Much shorter than he was a moment ago, much more timid, heart pounding in rabbit-thumbs in his sternum. His eyes, wide, petrified, landing on the flames erupting around him. He saw windows shattered. He saw smoke. He saw her.

[...]

He snapped his mind from the illusion, the other members of the class waking back to the world. Drevis stood, his hands now at his side. Emeros looked around, other faces, other people, coming back to focus. He looked down at his hands. He felt his face. He tried to be as subtle as possible, but it seemed that others were also in their own disorientated states. Some were shivering. Some were holding themselves by the middle. Drevis began to soothe the group, the class who remained behind, using illusion again to pull the pits from their stomachs, the dread from their hearts, replacing it with warmth as deep as wine. "You see now, that this tactic can be used against you. These are the kinds of spells you should anticipate from people who specialize in Illusion. It's not a thing to be taken lightly, and I hope you understand why I had to show you how it works." "Why did you show us?" Emeros replied, his jaw grit. Drevis grinned, but the twinge in his eye was not of amusement, but of grief. Understanding. "Because the sooner you understand how this works, the better your chances are of defending yourself against it, and if need be, fighting back."

[axailslink]

Friend?

Rosalie Otterbourne x poc FEM reader

WARNING ⚠️: obvious racism however I will not be using racist terms because I just don't write that I will instead imply racism. Also there's a lot of cursing but like let's be honest if you've been on my blog I curse all the time.

Summary: you're a beautiful singer and a complicated situation introduces you to Rosalie Otterbourne for you to both take a liking to each other.

A/n: y'all knew this was coming her character is based on the 1930s

Snippet from the fic: “ "it seems I've made you uncomfortable" you shake your head no gently grabbing her hand "not at all I'm just shy" Rosalie glances you up and down "I don't like shy" you laugh "I seem to only be shy around you so that might be a problem." ”

You're new to performing but many of all color have said you've got a voice on you and it ain't no pretty voice not one you can fall asleep to oh no that damn voice of yours is one you can't help but glance over in any room. Your voice demands attention whether it be your singing voice or your speaking voice and you know it. So for your fifth performance of the last two weeks you've been trying to find someplace to sleep It doesn't matter if you've got a voice soft as summer rain if you're not white they don't give a damn they'll make you sleep outside with the promise of breakfast later. Fucking bastards.

When you walked into the hotel you knew you weren't welcome but your money is just as good as anyone else's... Right? Wrong. When you approach the desk up front they act as if you aren't there as if you aren't speaking "excuse me" you have tried so many times to be nice but it just isn't cutting it "excuse me goddamn it I know you can hear me" the white male glances up at you then back to the newspaper in front of him. He's loud when he speaks now into the phone he's holding to his ear "we have a very hostile custome-" anything he says beyond this is completely blurred from your mind as you grab the phone "hostile? You want to see hostile sir because I'll sh-" you feel a pair of arms grab your own "I'm truly sorry Mr. Atom it seems my sister has had too much to drink tonight." You glance back at the gorgeous woman grabbing you tight "sister? Miss Otterbourne only has one niece you think me a fool?" She shakes her head "no of course not I think you're plenty smart we're like sisters she's a little late from when we arrived I'd happily buy a room for her if you'd let me." You shake your head "you don't have to buy my room I'm not poor" she pinches the side of your dress snapping a bit of skin causing you to gasp but you say nothing else as the man nods and carefully takes the phone from you and wraps the cord.

"So miss Otterbourne this crazed woman is with you?" "Yes sir and I'd like to get her a room please" he glares at you but sighs at her "we have trouble with you as is a woman of your traits..." you can feel the woman's anger building now too. "We won't be no trouble I promise now and you know I keep my promises" the woman carefully hands him her wallet "take as much as you want for the room it won't hurt me."

When you're finally gifted the key to your room you both leave silently up the stairs when out of sight of anyone else she lets you go "girl what are you trying to do? Get killed? Are you dumb?" You shake your head "of course not I uhm..." Yeah, she may be scolding you right now but her beauty is undeniable and it doesn't go unnoticed. "You can't do that here. So I'm going to ask again. Are you dense?" You shake your head "no of course not I've gone to school." For a moment she's surprised but she returns to her current attitude as she scoffs "so you know that could have gotten you killed?" You sigh as she walks in front of you guiding you to your room which coincidentally is very close to her own. "I'm sorry" she sighs "look you are no kin to me but another woman that looks a little something like me gets killed here because she was being "hostile" because she was being "angry" we don't get to be that okay? Not here we don't have that luxury so please be careful." She gives you your key and for the first time ever you feel cared for a complete stranger shares care for you.

"Thank you" Rosalie scoffs "can I know your name?" Rosalie shakes her head "no you get to know that room that I just probably spent so much on" you look her up and down.

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Your time spent in your room is amazing it has everything but you can't help but think of the woman who was so willing to help you earlier. She was gorgeous her hair was perfect as if whoever did it took their time and didn't rush. Her dress clung to her as if it was made for her and all you received from her was a scowl and glare but you know if she were to smile it would light up a room. Not knowing her name is going to kill you it's hard to fantasize about someone you don't know. You sit in bed just imagining her sitting beside you and smiling in your mind sometimes she'll get up and offer to dance with you it's top-tier delusion because no woman would look at a woman the way you do. No one would reciprocate that feeling but how could you know? You're dragged out of your thoughts when you hear a knock on your door two emotions immediately feel your chest fear and anger. Fear for the woman because, to be honest, you're a bit fearful of her she's strong mentally you can see it, and anger for that desk man it could only be those two.

When you open the door it's slightly cracked because you've gotten cozy and if it's her you don't want her to see you like this all dressed down in your slippers and gown with your hair tied back. It is her she's confused for a moment as to why the door is practically shut but ignores it as she speaks "I realize now I may have been rude earlier you asked my name I'm Rosalie Otterbourne" you smile because you can finally put a name to that beautiful face. "Right well I'm Y/n Y/l/n" Rosalie smiles on the other side of the door. "I've heard about you beautiful colored gal can sing her heart out?" You laugh shyly letting the door crack open a bit more "I wouldn't say all that but I'm good" Rosalie gently pushes the door open completely she's also standing in her night gown and slippers. "I see you're all alone here no guests can I join?" You nod slowly opening the door. "I don't have much would you like a cigarette?" She nods "gladly" the glances she shares with you now are very different from earlier they're not glares or scowls they're soft.

When you hand her the cigarette she smiles "I'll smoke later right now I want to talk to you" you're taken back because what does she want to talk about and why with you? "Alright" she carefully sits on the edge of your bed while you just watch admiring eyes "you're alone I don't see no manager either so you manage your own money?" Of course it's business. "Yes but if you've come to discuss my money you should leave I don't like talking business before bed." Rosalie shakes her head "no not at all I'm... That's just what I'm good at. The truth is I don't like being alone here and I think you're the best woman to keep me company." You nod slowly as her wandering eyes gaze down to your hand. "You're not married?" You shake your head "I couldn't see myself married with some man who thinks he can control me so no I'm not married I'm truly alone." Rosalie smiles a bit "I'm not married either" you hum as you light a cigarette "I could have guessed that Ms. Otterbourne you speak like you don't need a man" she shrugs "because I don't need nor want one." That's something you could agree on for sure but do you both have the same reasoning?

"That must be lonely not having the touch of another" Rosalie nods as she carefully grabs your hand rubbing where at your fine age a ring should be causing you to take a long drag from your cigarette. "It can be but not when I have friends. Would you like to be my friend Y/n?" You nod as she now holds your hand firmly "friend?" She nods "just someone to touch me so I don't need the touch of another." This is getting all too confusing friends don't look at you the way she's doing right now but a friend is probably the best title. Rosalie scoots back on your bed head laying on the pillows you could be reading this whole situation wrong but then you could be reading it completely right.

If you're reading a book and you see meaning in between the lines there is usually meaning between the lines. Seeing as you're stuck in your spot Rosalie is quick to stand "it seems I've made you uncomfortable" you shake your head no gently grabbing her hand "not at all I'm just shy" Rosalie glances you up and down "I don't like shy" you laugh "I seem to only be shy around you so that might be a problem."

Rosalie smiles and turns around now "This may be wrong in so many eyes but I have to ask if I were to kiss you would run and scream bloody murder or would you kiss back?" You're not in any way caught off guard from this question you've been wishing for something of the sort since she arrived at your door but for it to be a reality it's a bit nerve wrecking now. "I wouldn't scream because I'd be too busy mumbling your name" Rosalie's smile doesn't leave her face as she presses a gentle kiss to both your cheeks then your lips. You've kissed people before but no kiss with a man has ever made you feel the way this one shared with Rosalie does. You don't pull apart for the longest time her hands climbing their way over your thin gown caressing your body through it causing you to gasp and gently grab her by the waist needing her closer. When she pulls away you are both gasping for air however neither one of your hands leaves the other in fact you find your way to your bed which you lay upon first and her hands are finally sliding underneath your gown as you place your lit cigarette on the wooden table beside you gently stubbing it out. Her hands are cold and soft as they touch every bare part of you but she stops suddenly "I may have gotten a little excited I apologize" her hands slowly retract from your warm body leaving you much colder now. "It's my fault I lead you on I've never done anything like that with a woman." You sit up now "I am sorry" she shakes her head "no you have nothing to apologize for I come on strongly when it's something I want." You nod still unsure with her actions because you definitely encouraged those actions when that kiss happened.

"What is it you want?" Rosalie sighs as she stares at your helpless state "I have no idea but this isn't the first time I've done this I want to kiss you again I want to touch you like a man does but as me as a woman." Is this a confession? Is the woman you just met confessing to you? "I uhm same absolutely it's just that I've never done that and I feel like we shouldn't...?" She nods as you slowly sit up and pull your gown back below your knees "uhm you could have that cigarette now" you suggest she shakes her head "I don't think that would help mend my mind from you because I find you amazing. From what I hear you're amazing I might be attracted to you because you remind me of myself and call me egotistical but I love woman with my spirit. I like you." You nod slowly "please stop telling me that because I'm not the best with fighting temptation as you saw only moments ago and you're looking at me..." Your words fade as Rosalie bends down to you on the bed "you are interested in me I can see that and will not let you go so please allow me to not be alone." You nod as her lips graze your own "yeah" but before she can kiss you for the second time tonight a knock interrupts you both but Rosalie won't let that interrupt the current vibe you two have going. She carefully lets her hand push you back on the bed as she kisses you again this time it somehow elevates the feeling from the earlier kiss. Neither of you worry about air as you gasp and breath in each other's air so close you can feel the heat emitting off of both of your skin.

Another knock causes you to groan as Rosalie pulls away and grabs the cigarette you gifted her earlier and she lights it with her lighter before answering the door. Surprised to see her aunt she chokes for a moment "I'll be in the room soon just enjoying a night cap." Ms. Otterbourne is no fool she knows what Rosalie was enjoying and it surely wasn't a drink. Her swollen lips prove her theory as she nods. Rosalie closes the door and returns to you "that's my aunt she's not a worry" you nod as she takes a drag from her cigarette and sits beside you. "I have to get going soon" after what just happened? Absolutely not you need her to stay because you have not had one chance to initiate either of the kisses and like she said this can be lonely. "Stay just for the night you've initiated our last kiss I want to initiate this one." Rosalie smiles seeing the shyness that once held you back slowly fade "really?" You nod "I think you surely don't deserve to be alone tonight and neither do I so mayb-" Rosalie straddles your lap as you speak "I'd love that a lot but you can't be afraid to touch me" she grabs your hands and leads them to her thighs slowly sliding them up her making her gown bunch up at her waist. "I'm not scared" she smiles "hopefully not."

A/n: I honestly did not know where to end this like at all I got to typing and just kept going I apologize dearies.

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[heartofnovel]

"Crown Prince Aushen's biggest headache of late has been his parents' insistence that he find a bride. However, his trip to meet a potential bride quickly becomes more complicated: Cultists, fantasy creatures, a secondary sex change, and a run-in with his first love- all before he's crossed the border to meet the neighboring kingdom's princess! Their arrival, though, brings even more change, and threatens to turn everything they thought they knew upside-down."

Hello, welcome to my blog! It's dedicated to my current work-in-progress story, 'Heart Of'. It's a fantasy omegaverse BL rated 18+ (although I do have a rated T version as well).

This blog will be predominantly for posting little snippets of the story, things about the characters, and inspiration for the story itself. :) ((Warning: Due to the nature of tumblr, it's basically impossible for me to hide spoilers. So if you really wanna read the story and not be spoiled, do that first and then come back here lol))

The link to the full story is above- I update it every Monday and Friday. If you want more info about the world or characters, I also have a glossary if you're interested.

Anyways, I'd LOVE a chance to chat with anyone about my story, characters, or just about writing in general, so feel free to message me about any of that :D Hope you enjoy, thanks for checking it out! ^o^

~ Ari

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find the words tag

@sam-glade tagged me for this one - thank you! Check out their snippets here (they are excellent and highly recommended. So go read them!)

i've been tagged to find red, hide, sheet, and face. I'll be looking in The Art of Empty Space this time.

before that, though, i'll tag @lordfenric-writes, @byjillianmaria, @macabremoons, @liv-is, and @kaiusvnoir to find steep, scowl, bleed, and sear, plus an open tag for anyone else who wants to do a little word search :)

now, on to the words:

Red

The tunic and trousers were already in his hands when his gaze latched onto a flash of ruby red. A double-breasted wool coat hung from a hook, steeped in a deep, luscious red the likes of which Lienzo had never before seen. Without his permission, his hands snagged the coat from its hook. Heavy, plush, soft. The fibers didn't snag his skin. And the color—! Mx. Perch had attempted red dye, once. Half her stock had been salmon-pink until the village pitched in and bought her out in an act of pure pity. Whomever had created this garment had been an expert. It must have taken ages to assemble, numerous dyeings to get the color just right. It must have— His hands clenched in the fabric. His mouth dried. It must have cost a fortune. He was a poor, fatherless peasant from the back of the backwaters. Things like this were made for people who could afford them. People who wouldn't ruin them with mud and grass and dzoma shit.

Hide

"Wait." Lienzo turned away from Sis's path. "You're hurt." The beast glanced over its shoulder. It huffed, one brow raised in a blatant, No. Really? "Hold on, I've got first aid supplies here. Bandages, compresses—" The beast scowled. It made a show of gazing off into the trees, searching for something. Its long ears pricked and swiveled despite the silence. Lienzo understood: the monsters would come back. Maybe not now, but soon. "Well... I'll help you back to town, then. We'll get somewhere safe, and then get you patched up." The beast shook its head again and raised an arm to wave him off. It hissed and hunched its shoulders, falling against its tree as it wrapped an arm around its middle. "Not that I doubt your ability to get back on your own — which, for the record, I do — but you just saved my stupid hide. Let me help you now, yeah?" Without waiting for a response, Lienzo went to the beast's side. He grabbed its arm and slung it around his shoulders. The beast sucked in a breath and stiffened. Lienzo paused, gave it a moment to adjust. The beast didn't move. "This is typically the part where you lean on me."

Sheet

Quiet as he could be, Lienzo crept up to the table. The candelabra was not only positioned in the precise center of the tabletop, but the candles in it were smooth. Only the smallest beads of wax adorned their heads. New. Couldn't have been burning longer than a few minutes. A piece of parchment lay at the foot of the candlestick, one corner tucked under the base. Deep black ink stood out starkly against the pale parchment. 'Welcome.' A neat, straight border enclosed the word. One corner sported a sketch of a five-petaled flower. Ink shot like starfire from the center of each petal in a monochrome depiction of a small flower. The flower, or something like it, grew in the fields beyond the sand dunes and scrub grass of Minadore. The ink shimmered in the flickering candlelight. He pulled his gloves off and tugged the paper out from beneath the candlestick. Darkness bled from the script, down the paper's veins like cracks in a sheet of ice.

Face

Forest-green fluttered in the wind like a banner, like a flag. It rippled and twisted and floated, whipped away in a rush of white. Lienzo watched his ribbon go. His braids, loose and dusted with frost, whipped across his face in searing lashes. It didn't matter. None of that mattered. "Beast?" His throat burned, cold and wind and his own ragged lungs having worn it down to raw flesh. The wind stole that word from him, too, just as it had all the others. He deserved it. He deserved it all and more. Of course the beast knew. How could he not know that they'd all forgotten him? But Lienzo couldn't be calm about it, couldn't be normal. Had to rub it in his face, remind him of how much the curse had taken. Of course the beast had run away. Who wouldn't?