#marlowethelibrarian

[cripplecharacters]

Hi! I'm looking into writing a character with Treacher Collins syndrome in a fantasy world. Most modern accounts of the syndrome I can find often talk about extensive reconstructive surgery, but that kind of intervention isn't possible in this fantasy world. Do you have any resources on life without Treacher Collins without surgery?

Hi!

A lot of the necessity of reconstructive surgery depends on the severity of the symptoms. So for example, if your character had their bones underdeveloped to the point of breathing problems, they would kinda need something to help with it (unless something as simple as a tracheostomy would be feasible in your setting, it's an incredibly old procedure). But if they're on the milder end of the spectrum, they could go without surgery at all. Sometimes TCS could mean the facial structure being underdeveloped, but not enough to cause major problems; this article on TCS mentions that there are parents who literally don't know they have it until they have a child born with it as well. So that happens too, sometimes it's just brushed off as Looking Different without any kind of diagnosis being made because there aren't any problems.

Here's one account of a man with TCS who was born in the 30s and didn't have any surgery until he was ten (and to my understanding, it was only for cleft palate - something not all people with TCS have), warning for the r-slur being used in a quote and the kind of ableism you might expect from the timeframe. (I think it's also a nice remainder that there were always families with disabled kids who were inventing solutions to help them, even almost a century ago:) )

I would try to figure out first what symptoms your character specifically has, you can always just pick ones that would be more survivable in a less medically advanced setting. Many people will have issues with feeding or breathing, but not all will; your character could be one of the latter - or you could have a Fantasy Nutrition Tube and/or the truly ancient tracheostomy I mentioned. When you see the "and then the person gets [something that doesn't exist in your setting]" try to be creative and think what would otherwise happen - the eyelid problems that lead to infections, maybe your character could not experience them, or maybe they would be visually impaired from having them; maybe if there's no hearing aids then their community would have to learn sign to communicate with them, etc.!

I hope this helps! I really appreciate the thought of including a character with TCS in the type of settings where many writers would just go "nahh they wouldn't survive it". It's nice to see :-)

mod Sasza

[zackprincebooks]

🌵- What did you start with first for your WIP? Worldbuilding, character, or plot?

Writing Shop Talk Ask Meme

With Godhunt, I started with the plot first. I'm not very familiar with writing horror, so I wanted to make sure I knew what I was doing and where I wanted to go. Characters like Louis, Rose, and Victoria came later--but they sort of appeared in my head as I needed them.

@marlowethelibrarian

[thelittlestspider]

made up title meme: The Unburied Heart

this feels like a gothic story involving ghosts or someone's past actions coming back to haunt them.

[orions-quill]

What sort of pantheon do you have for the New World project? Can you talk more about this night goddess?

It’s a small pantheon made up of 5 deities!

There’s two different myths regarding who came to existence first, but we have Neurim, God of Darkness and Neuara, Goddess of Light. They are the primordial gods. I think there was a bit of a confusion there cause there is no night goddess, sorry ;;

Darkness and Light do refer to day and night though, not to like “good” and “evil”.

The other three gods are their children Neulyn, the oldest sister; Neufejii, the middle brother; and Neupfin, the youngest sibling. According to legend they died to protect humanity, but they’re more revered and trusted than the Primordial Gods themselves.

As you might have guessed, “neu” is a special title used to refer to deities, it translates most closely to god or goddess. And their names are literal:

Rim = darkness, he created and was created from darkness

Ara = light, she created and was created from light

Lyn = blood (this was a misunderstanding that stuck), she created humans

Fejii = animal, he created animals

Pfin = plant, they created plants

Neurim and Neuara created every non-living organism. They created the world for their children to play in it, and then their children created everything living to enjoy the world created by their parents.

[the-golden-comet]

✨💋Friday Kiss Tag💋✨

It’s here. It is finally here. ✨

Rules: From your story/WIP, share a scene with a kiss. It can be any kind of kiss, from familial pecks on the cheek, forehead smooches, to full blown makeouts

Happy Friday, everyone! It’s time for the kiss tag. Yep, Ali and Noah’s kiss.🧞‍♂️💋💫

From my WIP YWIMC, 33 chapters later. THE KISS….

…below the cut. Because it gets heated. Tag list is also below the cut, but consider this an +open tag. Share the love ✨

Also TW for people with emetophobia

Loooooong tagging list. Lemme see those smooches 💖✨

@autism-purgatory @ath3alin @drchenquill @willtheweaver @wyked-ao3 @sunglasses-in-the-bentley @gioiaalbanoart @madi-konrad @alinacapellabooks @talesofsorrowandofruin @zackprincebooks @lychhiker-writes @thatuselesshuman @tabswrites @theverumproject @theliteraryarchitect @finickyfelix @bookish-karina @far-cry-from-finality @yourpenpaldee @unstableunicornsofasgard @orions-quill @poorreputation @mr-orion @aintgonnatakethis @astramachina @scribble-dee-vee @katenewmanwrites @kaylinalexanderbooks @paeliae-occasionally @fantasy-things-and-such @cybercelestian @corvys-clover @corinneglass @glasshouses-and-stones @houseplantblank @billybatsonmylove @justabigoldnerd @pippinoftheshire @brigidfromthecelts @noxxytocin @marlowethelibrarian @fortunatetragedy @littlepup93 @the-bar-sinister @despair-nagito @froggy-pposto @dyrewrites @deanwax

[jev-urisk]

🌐7 Circles🌐 An Intro Presentation

There's no such thing as being too late to a trend (is what I'm telling myself here.)

Made using Canva. Extra slide via link cuz Tumblr caps at 10 pics. Also may be better quality.

This took a really long time but I'm really happy with the results!! 😭💕 Trying to explain or summarize my story is hard and nerve-wracking but something about making a presentation clicked for me.

Tagging everyone bc I'm so so stoked about thisss ❤️‍🔥

@the-golden-comet @lychhiker-writes @katenewmanwrites @cowboybrunch @wyked-ao3 @fortunatetragedy @zackprincebooks @urbiggestfan-01 @gioiaalbanoart @scorpiothesaint @officialauthorofanotherworld @aalinaaaaaa @smellyrottentrees @marlowethelibrarian @autism-purgatory @ddgraywrites @thelaughingstag

[saturnine-saturneight]

The Reburial of Natalie King - FKA Twin Suns

The first chapter is up on AO3 now, get it while it's hot!

Summary:

This is a post-apocalyptic eco horror novel about two friends, the choices they make, and the history that haunts them. In a world where parasitic flowers puppet the walking dead, sometimes the most pressing issues is still just the ever present need for human connection.

Natalie King and Aarón Odo are two thieves who are each other's everything. But for how long?

Sending out a one time tag to people who've expressed interest in this. I didn't just add you to a tag list, don't worry!

@fortunatetragedy @cowboybrunch @fairytaleinagem @marlowethelibrarian @gioiaalbanoart

@rotting-moon-writes @writingrosesonneptune @davycoquette @chauceryfairytales @albatris

[somethingclevermahogony]

300 Followers!!! 🥳🥳🥳 Recipe Poll!

Thank y'all so much! Its really encouraging to know that people are interested in the world and the characters that I've made!

When I reached 100 followers, to celebrate I recreated my MCs favorite food, kipsha and then for 200 followers I made Otilia's favorite food, daropaka.

Now that I have reached 300 followers I am making this poll with a list of the favorite foods of a few of my OCs so that I can show y'all a little more about the foods and customs of the Green Sea! Let me know which y'all would be most interested in seeing, and I will make it and post about it with a recipe and a bit of a history on that particular dish!

These are the favorite foods of Ninma, Wadikir, Istek, Dati, Shela, Akard, Zenit, and Penetinos (in that order).

Thank you again everyone, and here is to hoping that one day I'll get the chance to show you all of these recipes. In future polls I'll start adding some of the dishes from characters in the other books. And if this is the first time you've seen something from me on tumblr, vote too if you want and take a look at some of the other stuff on my blog!

@illarian-rambling, @mk-writes-stuff, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @willtheweaver, @patternwelded-quill

@elsie-writes, @elizaellwrites, @the-ellia-west, @the-octic-scribe, @the-golden-comet

@finickyfelix, @theprissythumbelina, @autism-purgatory, @diabolical-blue , @tildeathiwillwrite

@katenewmanwrites, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @paeliae-occasionally, @melpomene-grey @paeliae-occasionally

@drchenquill, @marlowethelibrarian, @winterandwords, @phoenixradiant, @pluttskutt

@dyrewrites, @unrepentantcheeseaddict, @roach-pizza, @rivenantiqnerd, @pluppsauthor

@flaneurarbiter, @dezerex, @axl-ul, @surroundedbypearls

@treesandwords, @the-golden-comet

P.S. I might start using a taglist for some of my posts, if you are tagged here and don't want to be tagged for future posts or if you're not on there and want to be added to the taglist, let me know!

[nczaversnick]

Emergency(ish?) Commissions

Okay the formatting on this is minimal because I’m only just now coming off a breakdown and I’m rushing to do this before my intense imposter syndrome kicks in. Sorry if that’s too personal, I’m really fucking raw right now

Anyway! Due to the government or the Department of Education or who the fuck ever, I lost my Pell Grant eligibility for the 24-25 school year. I’m told that it’s because I am too young to be considered an independent student regardless of the fact that I do not live with my family anymore. So now my student loans don’t give enough to cover my tuition, or half my living expenses.

So I’m going to offer art commissions. I base the price on how many hours I spend on a piece at a rate of 15$/hr (which is the same rate I get at my actual job). I specialize in character art and design. I can (and honestly love) drawing/designing other people’s TTRPG characters. There are a couple I’ve done before in the samples below.

I don’t do animals, mechs or graphic nsfw (I can get away with a little) or anything political or otherwise derogatory towards a specific group of people. You’d think I wouldn’t have to say that but it’s happened before.

I reserve the right to refuse service to anyone.

I take payment is USD over Venmo, PayPal or Cashapp

I will also accept donations

Message me or comment below if interested

Please reblog if you can’t otherwise help

Here are some samples:

9 hours 135$

22 hours 330$

10 hours 150$

2.5 hours 37$

8.5 hours 127$

2 hours 30$

4 hours 60$

3 hours 45$

1 hour 15$

Adding my tag list to boost:

@honeybewrites @wyked-ao3 @kittrrrr @zackprincebooks @theverumproject @the-letterbox-archives @the-golden-comet @fractured-shield @poppycat-writes @illarian-rambling @finickyfelix @kuebiko-writing @yourpenpaldee @willtheweaver @moltenwrites @davycoquette @drchenquill @marlowethelibrarian @mr-orion @ath3alin @athenadire @the-ellia-west

[cowboybrunch]

writing share tag!!

thank u for the tags! @saturnine-saturneight (x) @rotting-moon-writes (x) @marlowethelibrarian (x) and @fortunatetragedy (x) <3

from chapter 8 of Dust to Dust, let's check in with the crown prince!

a little suggestive but not explicit

It would be easy to order the squire to his knees and take what he needed, but Jamie didn’t want easy. He wanted to fight. He wanted to lose. He wanted, if only for a moment, to be a man held instead of a man holding.

tag! @jev-urisk @illarian-rambling @lychhiker-writes @writingrosesonneptune @the-golden-comet + open!! :-)

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tags (deep breath) @theink-stainedfolk @somethingclevermahogony @marlowethelibrarian @the-golden-comet @whatwewrotepodcast @frostedlemonwriter and anyone else I forgot!

Writing Share Tag

Let's do Izjik’s first meeting with Daedryn :)

Something was wrong with Izjik. Even as the pretty lady spoke, Djek couldn’t help but stare in sick horror at his friend’s eyes. Impossibly, uncannily, starlight was reflected in them. As he looked, it felt like a thousand points of light looked back.

“End-Made-Flesh, what a pleasure it is for you to finally pay a visit.”

Wait, what?

That was a secret, right? How could she—

Izjik leapt at the woman without warning, springing through the air like a rabid animal. Unconsciously, Djek staggered back, fear filling his heart at the sight of his friend even as he swore at her because what the fuck was she doing! There was a loud clang as Izjik hit… a shelf?

Djek gasped. He hadn’t even seen the priest dodge, but there she was, a foot left of where she should have been. Giving a performer’s flourish, the woman ripped off her emerald cloak, revealing an intricate set of scale mail fashioned after golden fish skin. From her hip she drew a bastard sword so polished it could have been made from a mirror.

“Not one for words are you, fiend?” the knight spoke, her head held high and her accent even higher. Djek could catch the edge of a repressed grin on her perfect lips.

Izjik just spat in response, pulling her short spear ravenously from her belt. Even that small motion bespoke a sadism very unlike the selkie. Again, she sprang at the Chosen, but was rebuffed by a stunning riposte.

Shit, she’s good. Damn good.

Using her momentum, Izjik turned her dodge into a roll, completely ignoring her injured shoulder and slashing at the knight’s knee as she did. The spear hit nothing but armor. It appeared the stuff was made from a more practical metal than gold after all.

Djek watched this from the corner, unsure of what to do. This was some kind of setup, that much was obvious to the career criminal. But to what end, he couldn’t say. Either way, the best policy in a situation like this was stab first, ask questions later. A philosophy that Izjik was attempting with great enthusiasm.

That look in her eyes though, the things the knight had said…. Djek would’ve bet every coin in his pocket that this bullshit had something to do with Izjik’s condition, as Twenari would have called it. Maybe that explained why she was acting so off? Not thinking like an animal—she was smart enough not to use her washava in such close quarters—but acting as desperate as one.

A cry cut through Djek’s reverie, snapping his attention back to the battle being waged in the center of this little basement infirmary. Across Izjik’s sternum was a stripe of red, which quickly turned into two, then three as the knight took advantage of her pain.

“Shit!” he hissed.

Just as the Chosen went in for a fourth strike to Izjik’s leg, Djek shot out a web—more a lace—of shadow, tangling the woman’s sword. With all his pitiful might, he pulled, trying to wrest the weapon from her two-handed grasp, but the knight held fast.

Behind her, Izjik gave a snarl as she made to plunge her spear into the woman’s exposed inner elbow. Before she could, the knight let go of the sword with one hand and grabbed the incoming shaft of Izjik’s spear. She shifted her feet, tripping the selkie and pulling her off balance towards the blade of her sword.

Djek let go immediately, sent stumbling by the sudden loss of support, though the sword was also flung back and out of his friend’s path. He watched as the knight effortlessly pulled Izjik’s spear from her bad hand as she fell, the selkie’s three-fingered grip no match for those golden gauntlets.

“Really, I had hoped this would all be a bit more civil,” the woman sighed. Djek swore he sensed genuine disappointment under that officious accent.

“You talk too much,” Izjik hissed, the first words he’d heard her speak since entering the room. He frowned at the sound. Was there an echo in here?

“Perhaps.” Like a court-trained dancer, the woman pivoted away from Izjik’s wild tackle, sending the selkie slamming into a nearby cot. “But I can afford to. After all, away from your blessings of the night, what are you but another human?”

“I’m halawemavar, you bitch!”

Izjik feinted going for another tackle, but instead pivoted to plant a massive kick in the knight’s exposed side. Even with the armor, there was a distinct, meaty thwack. A flash of pain crossed the woman’s face as she sprang away. As she did, Izjik reached out with a wild haymaker. The selkie managed to just clip the knight on the chin, though the force was enough to snap her head back.

“Ah, my dearest apologies.”

Daedryn touched the corner of her mouth, gently wiping where Izjik’s blow had split her lip. More than blood lifted with her touch though. In an instant, the minor wound was gone. Suddenly, the fight took on a whole new dimension in Djek’s mind.

Love me a good drag out fight! I'll tag @pluto-murphy-writes @trippingpossum @saturnine-saturneight @imagination-overreaction and anyone else who wants in :)

[drchenquill]

Writing share Tag~

Thank you @frostedlemonwriter for tagging me!

This is from "The Monterosa Mansion", it's rather sad, but, you know, I really liked it. Enjoy~

~~~

Tears threatened to flow as I watched Valerio come to me with a smile. He gave me a fleeting kiss and then pulled me to the car.

Luigi sat in the driver's seat, Isabella took a seat next to him, before getting in she turned to me. There was sadness and pain on her face. I tried to smile.

Valerio got into the back seat and waved me over. I dragged myself to him. Now the moment had come for me to part from him and from freedom.

He wanted to make room for me, but I grabbed his face.

I pressed my lips to his for the last time, the last time I could taste him, the last time I could feel his warmth.

My lips parted from him. With a forced smile, I whispered to him: “Good luck, Valerio. You deserve this freedom." He smiled in confusion, but when I took a step backwards, I saw realization in his eyes. His mouth opened, but I closed the car door. He wanted to protest loudly, but I heard the lock that would prevent him from opening the door. Anger was the only thing I could see in his eyes, but tears were also flowing. He shook the door like crazy, but it wouldn't open. Tears flowed down my cheeks.

The engine started.

The wheels rolled.

The car drove away, carrying my heart with it.

Now I was alone.

~~~

Tagging with no pressure @mysteryofvampires , @marlowethelibrarian , @the-golden-comet , @theink-stainedfolk , @bookish-karina and open tag~

[zackprincebooks]

Hey, do you have a taglist for Godhunt? I just read everything you had on Ream so far and I'd like to keep up with it!

Hello!

The catchall tag will be Godhunt but you can also find it here:

godhunt: lore and cosmology foxton lucy keating / louis keating the holly crowned one

Thank you!

[davycoquette]

Find the Word Tag

Thanks so much for the tag, @marlowethelibrarian! The words you chose were, um

these snippets are almost all bonks

BURN

“Look up. Now.”

He did. He tried to focus on the soldier’s eyebrows, then his nose, his mouth. It didn’t matter. The laser burn seared his eyes, which wept instantly. But it wasn’t like staring into the sun, as he’d imagined. He didn’t experience the urge to close his eyes or look away.

Context: Futuristic setting. Character has been approached by militant police force with augmented peeper-scanners, apparently. This is pretty old, but it was an interesting find for me when I searched the word!

He gives a Mona Lisa smile and says, “It’s better this way, isn’t it?” He cleansed his dialect of its Smoky Mountain flavor long ago, about the time he burned the prints off his fingertips.

Context: Shiloh don't got no fingerprintz

Ruck Ward does not have the premonition the barmaid has, but he feels the phantom burn of their eyes on him. Maybe his time has come.

Context: Gee whillikers I sure like to burn people with other people's eyeballs. (Classic old west saloon scene.)

DROWN

Context: Trick has a really fucked up dream while in the hospital after getting creamed by a Miata.

A merry-go-round. He was the only one riding. Mountain lions with their faces frozen in idiotic rictuses bounded around him, paws stretched out, backs saddled, impaled by swirled poles. 

Trick reached down and tangled his fingers in the mane under him. He imagined a speckled horse, broad back between his legs, clown music fragmented by splintering bone.

He dropped his head, chin against his collarbone, blinking to clear the chaotic swimming of his vision. His hands were full of orangey hair. He turned them over, gripping it in wads. Bore his thighs against the saddle, let blood drip from his nostril into the carroty frizz. His brain was full of grinding bone; it drowned out everything else.

His hands drooped apart, revealing a human neck. A silky dress with a lacy rim. The silhouette of a bitchin’ mullet below him. Under his saddle, the frame of an impossibly tiny man hunched over underneath him, poked through with the glitzy gold pole.

Trick woke up thrashing, and narrowly avoided kicking the nurse assigned to him in the jaw.

SUFFOCATE

Context AND !!!CONTENT WARNING!!!: Oh no, this one's fucked up too! Shady has turned into a werewolf and is eating his sister in the root cellar while their older brother guards the door. No one should read this, honestly; I don't even know what kind of content warning to slap on it. It's a family of deranged, deeply isolated moonshiners in the 1920s.

She says, “Oh, Shady,” a little louder. Argent is aware of something else — something quaking his chest like a winter thunderstorm. Deafeningly silent, suffocating. And his sister is saying, “Oh, Shady,” and her voice is growing higher and louder, the words coming closer together before they wrench apart into a scream every bit as animal as a bobcat’s cry out in the woods. The hand that’s not gripping the shotgun dives into his pants and he shudders the door from the outside as the screams intensify then gargle and sputter into silence.

CHOKE

Context: Shiloh has a poem written for him read aloud to him and thinks deranged thoughts about it idk every single one of these words has brought forth such unhinged writing snippets y'all please don't stop liking me lmfao

Not in a hundred years would he have thought he would receive poetry; that he would be anybody’s muse. And maybe that wasn’t exactly what was going on, but it was the way he chose to look at it. And, and! maybe it was about Shiloh stabbing him, and fucking him, and devouring his heart, but that was their love language. Not so much these days, thankfully, but that was how it all started. He still felt desperate to sink his teeth in deeper. He'd love to carve initials on his heart, or just choke it down and lock it inside himself. Hold it for him; keep it safe and coyote-temperature until the end.

Taglist:

@albatris @capnmachete @harmonic-melodii @illarian-rambling @michellekarnold

@nathaniel-zellos

@sableglass

@saturnine-saturneight

Your words are:

SHINE, DELICATE, TEETH, SCREAM

Also I know some of y'all have already done this one! Please feel free to ignore, or do it again with the new words. ❤

[orions-quill]

OC Interaction

Thank you for the tag @elsie-writes!

Rules: Describe an OC, then describe how they would interact with the previous people’s OCs!

Elsie's OC Bo

Bo is a newly turned 18-year-old human girl trying to cope with her mothers and sister being taken away from her by powers that she doesn't yet understand, as well as her overall mental health struggles. She has no choice other than to read and research accounts from people who allegedly experienced things that can't be explained logically, many bordering on the supernatural. She does this with four other 18-year-olds who she has just met. She has CIPA and has never been able to feel physical pain or temperature in her life, and also can't sweat. Since she can't sweat, she gets super high fevers which can make her bedridden. She is super sweet, dresses in an emo/alternative way with lots of eyeliner, and loves ferns, crows, and reading any fantasy or biology book, although she was also raised on lots of Shakespeare and poetry.

My OC Ryo

Ryo is a 25-year-old half-elf half-human man from the 1900s who possesses a magical artifact that allows him to travel in time, even to the future! (Though he rarely does that). He's very warm-hearted and kind of silly. People often tell him he must be more human than elf because he's not particularly graceful or distinguished. He has two partners, a half-demon woman and a nonbinary human whom he loves to bits and would do anything for them. He's the optimist of the throuple and is the best at keeping up the spirits of the group. He's very patient, and kind, and enjoys doing things for others and taking care of them more than he does of himself. He doesn't judge easily and is always there to offer a helping hand, even when he might get nothing in return. He wishes he could be a bit more brave for himself sometimes.

Bo and Ryo

Bo is much more modern than Ryo so I think Ryo would at first be extremely fascinated by her attire and the things she enjoys. He would probably ask quite a few questions, and offer to help her in a heartbeat if she were to reveal her mission or the things she's going through. He really shouldn't, though, because traveling to the future can be as, if not more dangerous than traveling to the past, but that's not going to stop him because he can't read (he can).

No-pressure tags @honeybewrites @marlowethelibrarian @halfbit + open to anyone else who wants to do it!

[the-golden-comet]

✨OC Most Likely Tag✨

Thank you to @paeliae-occasionally for making this game here!! And thank you very much for tagging me in it as well! It looks like fun✨

Rules: Answer with which of your OCs would be the most likely to do the statement, then give new statements for the next person.

My statements:

1. Most likely to arrive ridiculously early

2. Most likely to be in a relationship for less than a week

3. Most likely to secretly be really good at music, but just not tell anyone

Your statements:

1. Most likely to burn something while cooking

2. Most likely to stop a robbery if they see it taking place.

3. Most likely to not tell people they’re sick until they really need the help.

1. Most likely to arrive ridiculously early:

Tenshi (Tenshito). He doesn’t want to ever be late and disappoint, so he’ll just get there early and wait a few hours, humming happily all the while 🪽✨

2. Most likely to be in a relationship for less than a week:

Gustav (ITROG). He’s so much of an asshole that nobody can stand him.

3. Most likely to secretly be really good at music, but just not tell anyone:

Noah (YWIMC). It took Ali looking over Noah’s shoulder and viewing his sketchbook to realize that Noah was really good at art. Also Noah hates people, so he wouldn’t tell anyone anything regardless; you have to almost pull the information out of him.

That was very fun. Thank you for the tag!! 💫

Now, I will (gently) tag: @fortunatetragedy , @autism-purgatory , @xenascribbles , @wyked-ao3 , @gioiaalbanoart , @davycoquette , @honeybewrites , @drchenquill , @theink-stainedfolk , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @tildeathiwillwrite , @moltenwrites , @marlowethelibrarian , @avaseofpeonies , @finickyfelix , @cowboybrunch , @jev-urisk , @thatuselesshuman , @alinacapellabooks , @theverumproject , @mysticstarlightduck , @michellekarnold , @ceph-the-ghost-writer , @thecomfywriter , @pluppsauthor , @agirlandherquill , @ominous-feychild , @mysticstarlightduck , @willtheweaver , @quillswriting , @thebearthatreads , @madi-konrad , +open tag for whoever wants to join! 💖✨