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cute notion template for academia princesses of the world!~

dear magic diary

⭐️ Princess Clarissah loved writing all her thoughts, feelings and ideas in her magic diary. Navigating academia is no joke, but she's working on becoming an actress and studying what she loves (theatre!).

🌷 I recreated the magic diary into a notion template for any academia babes and princesses out there who want a cute, simple, whimsy place to process their thoughts.

⭐️ It's made up of automated buttons containing quizzes and journal elements to help you process your thoughts quickly and with a lot of fun!

🌷 when you feel happy...

⭐️ or the opposite...

🌷...it's a good system to use!

It's also magically, wonderfully ✨FREE✨

The above are just little sneak peeks. The link to this entire template is in my bio under "magic studymart—a mini mart full of whimsy, digital goodies for your academia journey." Drop alll the comments. I want to hear your reviews and thoughtssss!

I'll be making more free templates based on my fairytale characters, because it's sooo fun (and hopefully helpful to you🥹), so stay tuned!

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So I was on a binge reading vibe for sometime, and there was a lot of medieval era vibe and then i wished to write a letter in that fashion. So i wrote one for my bestfriend.

Her name is redacted for privacy purpose haha.

But here it is :

.....

To ––––

I was reading a medieval era tale, and since I've been reading quite a lot of those, the linguistic manner of the same has rubbed off on me.

But rather, I choose not to complain, for this manner excites me. The language is rich and full of emotions, emotions which carry a certain weight that can only be expressed through letters and in such way.

It got me thinking. The tale I was reading from had this particular scene, in which a friend of the main character embodies her love in warmth, protection and getting angry on her behalf. And seeing such warmth and the energy in that person for her friend, reminded me of my own. And who other than you can be the person i so speak of.

It reminded me of how it has been a while since we've spoken

And it reminded me of how it has been a while since I expressed my gratitude and contentment of how I'm glad you exist within this realm at the same time as I.

Well, I never express it in such a theatrical manner, but in ways that may be subtle, or not, or simply an express way of our mini jokes and rituals that only hold meaning to us.

But once in a while, this type of thing Isn't so bad, won't you agree?

I remember once having this particular thought.

It went like "Telling someone you love them is easy, ofcourse as family, it's implied you love me, but even within family, expressing love is important, even if you love me, even if you'd rescue me before death befalls me, wouldn't it be nice if everyday in simple ways, you reached out to me to just pat my head and simply ask me if I've eaten something?"

This was a passing thought I had about expressions of love.

And this very thought reminded me of how even though you might be aware of how much iloveyou and how much imissyou, and how high i regard you, even though you're aware of how much you mean to me, i should still reach out and tell you.

So here I am, telling you.

That you're my chosen family, and my bestfriend, my sister, and your warmth is so exuding, it has often saved me.

It has often become a source of shade in the scorching sun.

I may have become a little too dramatic haha, but i couldn't help it.

Even writing this letter, in this manner of language, the medieval type, if I'm not wrong about the era and the words, even writing such a letter, I would never dare to write one to any random soul.

i would rather only send it to someone like you, who means so much to me.

You make me feel safe enough to be vulnerable around you

And I am eternally grateful for that.

Before i end this letter

I want to tell you this one particular thing

And this thing, it's very important.

It's really really really important.

So read this and engrave it within your soul

I'm proud of you.

This may seem out of the blue.

Or even maybe an empty praise.

But believe me when I say, that it's not.

I mean this from the depths of my heart.

I see you, and I really see you. Even on days you might not see yourself, I see you. And since I see you, and I know how hard you work, and every word and silent thoughts we exchange, and even on days when we don't, remember that I am proud of you.

My dearest ____

The only one I can put a dear against without feeling like it shouldn't be there.

Iloveyou, and once again, Imissyou.

Let's meet each other soon?

I can't wait to talk about our trivial pursuits and speak of things that go from one end of the world to another, and even out of it haha.

And you better be taking care of yourself properly, or when I see you, i would have no other choice but to be harsh upon the way you're tending to yourself.

Once again, let's meet soon.

And once again, Imissyousoverymuch.

Your very bestfriend,

––––

[writing-with-olive]

Using your world to develop character

Okay this stuff is pretty much all just surface-level stuff, so if you are in the drafting stages, you have my complete permission to ignore it (not that you need anyone's permission to do anything in your WIP).

Good? Good.

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The main thing about worldbuilding on the page is making it feel real, feel present for your reader. The main thing you'll hear is using your five senses. After all, they're how you experience the world in real life. And not only that, but unless your POV is very different from most things you'd experience on Earth, they're going to be naturally equipped with at least some of the five senses.

The trick here is that no one percieves the world in the exact same way. Sometimes, it's a difference in physical ability, such as if you're blind, you're not going to rely on sight, but a lot of it is about personal history and backstory. For example, I'm a swimmer. One of the most notable things (beyond the humidity) is the smell of chlorine. If I were somewhere and I smelled something similar, such as bleach, I might describe it similar to the smell of chlorine because that's what I'm used to. But say someone really never swims, and they're a janitor. They'd have the association of mopping floors, and swimming might never cross their mind when describing the smell. These associations will also have memories attached, and memories invariably come with some kind of emotion.

So the above example was pretty much the gist of my whole post, but I would like to go into a little more detail about how to a) figure out what’s worth describing, and b) how to describe it from the perspective of your POV.

An oft-cited guideline in writing is that each time you move to a new location, you have to set the scene. The extent of that set-up will vary based on how many times we’ve been to that place, and how observant your POV is. 

Regardless, there are a few pretty universal questions for setting each scene:

Has the POV been to this place before? If so, how much time have they spent here? This is going to influence a few things. First, if they’ve been here often, they’re likely going to gloss over the familiar, and focus in on anything that’s different or that’s changed. They’re also going to have more memories attached, meaning you have the opportunity to describe things through the context of those memories (”the windows were pristine as always. The pane Emerie had smashed with her textbook last summer was swiftly replaced - the evidence wiped away.”). Because they have memories of the place, they’re also going to have emotions surrounding it. These emotions are going to influence the comparisons they make and what they call attention to, as well as word choice. If they haven’t been here before, they’re probably going to be comparing it to places they have been, and memories and emotions are going to be based on those tangential experiences. 

What is their emotional and physical state going into wherever this place? If it’s their first time going into this place, their state will drastically alter their first impressions and how they describe whatever they notice (ie: word choice: are words veering positive or negative?). If they’ve been to the place before, their current state is going to color what they notice, but they’ll have a baseline. If there’s relatively muted emotions connected to the place, it might override those emotions. They might channel their emotion through their reactions to the place. For example, if they’re angry, they might be really pissed that the chairs were moved because they liked the original setup. If they’re excited, they might not be bothered by the usually annoying grey walls. If they’re exhausted, they might not notice as much. If they don’t want to be here, that’s going to make a big difference

Beyond that, things start to get more specific to the circumstances.

Consider the character themself:

What is the character’s reason for coming here? This will influence what they focus on.

Is there anything major on their minds? See above.

Where do they spend a lot of their time? What are some of the most memorable things from their life to them? What places have they been that were similar to the place they’re currently at? All of these will influence what comparisons and descriptions they’ll use to describe where they are.

Also, consider the details of the setting:

Where are things spacially?

What’s the color scheme? What is visible immedietly from where the characters are entering, or from where the narration starts? What do things generally look like?

What can be heard? Are some sounds almost too quiet to hear? what are the louder ones? What do the sounds sound like?

What smells are there? Is it a mix, or is it overwhemingly one thing? 

What about feel? What’s the air like? Is it warm or cold? Is there a breeze/air flow, or is it more still? What about textures?

If there’s something to taste, what is it? what does it taste like? Is there anything that might be described as taste, even if it isn’t really?

Even if you don’t use all of this detail when you’re setting up the scene (and you probably shouldn’t), it’ll give you good material to choose from to keep things interesting.

For the details you think your character would notice first, or at least notice and think were important, how would they personally describe it? Are they deeply familiar with that smell, or do they have to resort to something else from their life it reminds them from? Or is it so foreign they only have adjectives with no memory attached to it to describe it? Is it something they find uplifting, or is it foul? 

A final note is to think about words and/or lingo your character’s learned. If they’re specialized in an area, they’re probably going to have picked up field-specific words, and be able to call items associated with the field by their proper name without really thinking, or they may use slang. For example, my main character has been a part of a secret military branch, and refers to pretty much all non-military individuals as civilians as her go-to word. 

So. This has been long, but I figured I’d end with some actionable steps. Each time you set the scene, go through and see how you can personalize it specifically to your POV character. Think about their experience with each element you’re trying to describe, and think about what experience they have with that element already, and use word choice and/or small snippets of memory or opinion to describe it as your character would.

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Stormlight Archives by Brandon Sanderson are a great example of this. You can definetly argue on the quality of the writing itself, but you have to admit that his worldbuilding integration is amazing. Like yeah, these huge storms sweep across the entire planet and replenish all the money every so often. That's just common knowledge, why would the narrator have to explain it?

"I have all this cool, complicated wordbuilding I want to use, but I don't want to slow the narrative to a crawl by constantly stopping to explain stuff" so just don't. Use made-up words without defining them. Let things pass without comment. Have the narrative voice remark on exceptions to the setting's norms without ever explicitly establishing what those norms are. Treat it like you're writing the fourth book in a series and the reader already knows all this shit, and if they can't figure it out from context, fuck 'em.

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Chapter 17 Coast of dreams

coast of dreams chapter 17 is new on FF.net, Wattpad and AO3. Check it out. Things are getting hot there. Here are also the pictures of the outfits and the barracks. 

Milady Outfit

Jeany Outfit 

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hello! congratulations on your followers! could you please do a poem for my username it's @hermiones-writeblrr! thank you so much :)

Happy Giving Thanks Day!

@hermiones-writeblrr, I admit I’m not the biggest Harry Potter nerd, so I did my best! This is the first thing I’ve ever written that could classify as Harry Potter fanfiction, isn’t it?

Thanks for letting me have a little fun!

I dunno why this turned into a Christmas poem near the end, there. But it did, and I couldn’t stop it.

Title: “Hermione’s Writeblr”

Word Count: 193

Rife with recipes, it is

but not ones you’d expect to see

on a blog with this

level of popularity.

She isn’t famous in your circles

not the mortal muggle mundane

Oh, no.

It all started as a lark

you see, something to pass the 

time (since eight years past she felt that urge within

to earn a mark that’s bright

not dark, or in potions, or herbs, 

or runic translation that boggled her mind

until OWLs were over

and freedom loomed large)

A passing of a different kind.

A blog? said Ron

Indeed, he’s not wrong

For a witch of her skill

needs to flourish and grow

and what better place than 

online, you know?

A muggle for mom

and a muggle for dad

gave her wisdom and smarts enough

to know how to boot up

and log in and such

that starting was easy,

and writing was fun, 

and she had a small following

on witchworlding.com.

And what once was a lark

turned into a haven, a place

where Hermione to be herself

even when Ministry tasks grew

tedious and long, and soon

she had a new home

on her blog.

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One Siren’s Soul OC Playlist: The Scientist - The first human to study the links between magic and science, the collector of souls, the creator of the contract, and the holder of memories best left forgotten.

“Your resistance is... unfortunate. I was hoping for a clean slate, this time.”

Imitosis - Andrew Bird

The Scientist - Coldplay

Crossfire - Stephen

When Our Bodies Wash Ashore - Aviators

Silence - No Name Faces

Become The Beast - Karliene

Under The Water - Aurora

Glory and Gore - Lorde

Devil, Devil - MILCK

Hurricane - Thirty Seconds to Mars

Ah yes, the most spoiler-filled character of the series. The Scientist has connections to many of the cast, and there may just be some puppet strings at work, there...

The Scientist doesn’t “show up” until later on in the series, but is name-dropped multiple times throughout the first book--most notably because of The Scientist’s Contract, a rather curious bounty that was posted up for the capture of a one-eyed Spanish girl, a silver band about her ankle to identify her. But the contract is over twenty years old, now. Who would believe that it’d still apply?

Main Cast: Dione | Celestine | Colin | Phoenix | Captain Io | Captain Xuân

Side Cast: Rose | Sindre | The Scientist | ???

I missed having fun with making these edits~

This’ll likely be the last one for a while, though! I don’t really have well-thought out playlists for any of the other characters yet. ^^

Anyways. What a mysterious character! I wonder who The Scientist actually is...?

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Frosted Heart

Genre: fairy tale retelling / fantasy

Length: 7.5k to 15k

Summary: a retelling of Hans Christen Anderson’s the Snow Queen, inspired by Disney’s Frozen. / while exploring the castle they call home, Anja and Ingrid discover a mirror passed down through generations. their family was meant to protect it from ever getting into the wrong hands. but when a mistake leads to the mirror shattering, one of the shards makes itself at home in Ingrid’s heart… turning her into the Snow Queen, an icy witch unable to feel. Anja knows that she must undo the curse and bring spring back to her people, and so she slips from the palace, intent on bringing her sister home.

Excerpt:

"Ingrid!" Anja hissed. "Help me get this door open!"

Ingrid frowned, tightening her grip on the candelabra. "Anja…" she said. "We really shouldn’t be here." She peered down each side of the hall. "If someone catches us…"

"Everyone’s asleep," Anja said dismissively, waving a hand. "No one is going to catch us."

“You don’t know that. Someone could wake up, and—"

“Ingrid. The longer you stand there whining, the longer it’s going to take us to get this door open, which means the easier it will be for someone to catch us." Anja was using her favorite tone—the "I’m your little sister and I know everything" tone. Ingrid hated it. "If you don’t want to get caught, help me open this door. One quick peek, and we can both go back to bed. And no one will be any the wiser!"

Ingrid pinched her lips together. "I could just go back to bed and leave you here," Ingrid said.

"But you won’t," Anja said brightly. "Because if I get caught, Maman and Papa will ask if you knew what I was doing, and you can’t lie to save your life."

"Fine."

Anja beamed. Ingrid set the candle down carefully and leaned against the door beside her sister.

The two of them couldn’t have been more different if they had tried. Where Ingrid was tall and willowy, Anja was shorter and stockier. Anja’s face was round—cherubic, her aunts called it—while Ingrid’s face was sharper—"refined"the aunts said. Anja took after their father, with his brown hair, while Ingrid was fair-haired like their mother. Anja was rosy cheeked while Ingrid was pale no matter how much sun she got. Anja had freckles in the spring and the summer while Ingrid mostly just got sun burnt.

Appearances weren’t the only things they differed on. Where Anja was daring and adventurous, Ingrid much preferred her studies. Where Anja was a whiz at maths and finances, Ingrid could recite poetry and history. Anja could sing like an angel, whereas Ingrid sounded like a dying cat. Anja fumbled at the piano keys, while Ingrid could coax the most heavenly sounds from it. Anja was blunt, Ingrid was subtle. Ingrid couldn’t lie to save her life, while Anja could spin the most daring falsehoods and anyone would believe them to be true.

Despite this, there was more that the two sisters shared than a common heritage. The most obvious was their eyes. Round like their mother’s and green like their father’s. Green as springtime, their mother liked to say. Less obvious, at least to those who didn’t know them well, was their curiosity.While Ingrid was more timid and Anja more reckless, both of them liked to know things. And neither of them liked secrets. At least, not ones they weren’t privy to.

And the castle had one big secret. One that no matter how much they eavesdropped, wheedled, researched, or asked… they couldn’t discover it. No one wanted to speak of it. So much so that, insofar as Ingrid could tell, it wasn’t even written down anywhere. And that was the contents of the southern tower.

The door was kept locked and barred. The windows, from bottom to top, were reinforced with iron bars, and kept tightly shuttered. No one ever stepped foot in or out of it—and, in fact, seemed to avoid the door entirely.

It had been this way their entire lives… and both of them were dying with curiosity.

Ingrid was patient. She could wait. The day would come when it was time they learned the secret. Her father had already told her a bit. It was an artifact, one that had been entrusted to the royal family generations ago, to be guarded and kept secret from the whole world. Her coronation day was coming—she was nearly twenty-one—and on that day, she would learn the truth of the object.

Anja was not so patient. Ingrid’s twenty-first birthday was still leagues away, as far as she was concerned. (In truth, it was but three years away. But Anja was prone to the dramatic like that.) And so for her birthday present, from Ingrid to her, she had asked to visit the tower. Like a fool, Ingrid had agreed.

They’d had to wait a few weeks before they could slip off. First were the birthday celebrations, which involved a lot of visiting from nobility and family and foreign dignitaries. Then came the send-offs, when their visitors returned to their own homes and lands, piece by piece. But finally, the time had come, and Anja had not been able to wait a minute longer. She’d dragged Ingrid out of bed at some ungodly hour, and now they stood here, side by side, shoulders against the heavy door, pushing with all their might.

Until finally, it gave way.

Ingrid thought for sure that the terrible squeal would wake someone. But it didn’t. The hall, the castle itself, remained deathly silent.

She picked the candle back up. Anja bounced on her toes. "Let’s go!"

Ingrid peered over Anja’s head, into the dark of the tower. She shivered.Spring air shouldn’t have been so cold. But as Anja started up the stairs, Ingrid knew that she would follow.

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Night of Gods Worldbuilding: The Pentacle Sisters

The Pentacle Sisters

In my wordbuilding post about Hescad, I mentioned magic and The Pentacle sisters.

Citing from that last post: “The anaras believe in magic, however only certain people are allowed to use it to a certain extent. Wizards and witches are equivalent to the clergy in other religions. They channel messages from the gods and heal ailments through energy or potions. They also serve as spiritual guides for the anaras. The Pentacle Sisters are the most famous witch group in Hescad.”

The Pentacle Sisters were formed when the Natives first came to inhabit Hescad. They were a group of anara women that felt called to serve the gods and to guide other anaras spiritually.

The Pentacle Sisters live in a small wood cabin in the Heikdan Forest. They mainly work with crystals, herbs, potions and divination (mainly tarot, runes and scrying). They are connected to Nature and all the elements. They are also known for channeling messages from the gods.

They have clients from the two main hescadotean religions: the anaras and the icerus, even though many icerus do not really believe or agree with the concept of magic.

The members of the Pentacle Sisters are said to have been called by the gods since young age to follow their duties and work on their psychic and healing abilities.

They might or might not invite someone to join them upon finding out about any of their potential gifts, if given permission from the gods to invite them, althought that is rare and has only happened once in all the centuries the coven has existed.

Some of their work is paid, however they only accept very small quantities of money in return for their spiritual services and, most of the time, they do not ask anything in return since most of what they use in their practices and to eat is taken from the forest they live in.

Their spells work mainly through intention and through the emotions/vibrations they put out in the universe. They are like a request to the gods, just like praying for something would be. In the process of casting an intention, they use tools like wands, daggers, crystals, candles or herbs to help them out. Chanting is also a common theme in their spell casting.

There are rumours that Queen Rosemarie requested their help in order to marry the King.

When Gods’ Night takes place, there are four members in this coven, one of them being the leader.

Cerys

Cerys is the leader of the Pentacle Sisters and the most relevant of the coven in this story. She is quick-witted, daring, sarcastic, brave, blunt and always ready to shut people down when they are disrespectful, although she can be a bit insulting towards others herself. Nothing she says of insulting about others is untrue and she only comes forward with those words if provoked first. Still, she can stay calm and collected when the deems the subject in question to be unworthy of her attention. She flat out refuses to help someone if they are not ready or she cannot give them the help they are looking for when the gods do not allow her to help them.

She is the best out of the whole group channeling the gods. She is really good at energy healing, fire and water scrying, as well as working with animals.

Garnet

Garnet specializes in potions, herbs and crystals. She is a quiet person when serious, but knows how to be cheerful and how to motivate and calm others. She started to develop her powers when she was nine years old.

Sage

Sage specializes in crystals, cleansing, cosmic energy and prayers. She is a great channeler, even if not as good as Cerys. She is talkative, intelligent, honest, a bit shy and understanding. She was the third one to join the current coven as it is in the story’s action.

Alcine

Alcine is the youngest in the whole group. Her main focus is astrology and divination. She absolutely loves tarot cards, runes and penduluns. She is extremely sweet, helpful and youthful at heart. She does not really resent others’ actions, but she does not really some of Cerys’ attitudes and tries to express that, although she is kind of scared of coming off in the wrong way.

Night of Gods previous worldbuilding posts:

the Kingdom of Hescad: geography, politics, history, religion, economy and education

the gods of the anara religion

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“RK, please,” Reagan’s voice broke on the final word, and she reached out to him with a shaking hand. “It haunts me every single day, I swear. It was an accident, I never meant to hurt anyone, I just had something dangerous and I wasn’t being careful…”

“You’re a fucking animal. You deserve what’s coming to you.” His voice diffused through the stale air like cigarette smoke, staining everything it touched. RK crunched some dirt underneath his nails and audibly breathed in and then out. His breath hitched along the way, staggering his short beats before his lungs were empty again.

It wasn’t unusual to hear things like that vibrate inside her own head, gaining momentum with each repetition. Being a bad person was, indeed, the only thing she knew for certain anymore. It was easy to take the blame when the only one reminding her was herself. She could shrug the thoughts off, distract herself, suppress them with the song stuck in her head.

But they weren’t her words anymore. They clung to RK’s lips, to his face, reddened with frustration, to the veins of his hands, clenched tight as if he aimed to strike her. The thought of a mere bruised jaw or broken nose sounded wonderful at the comparison.

“I know I’m a bad person, but I didn’t mean…”

“Stop.” RK raised a hand to cut her off, and the remainder of Reagan’s retort died on her lips. The one word squeezed Reagan’s hope from her body and left her deflated. “Don’t do that. Don’t make me try and look at you the same way. I’m not going to.”

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[officialjimmybuffett]

thank you all for nine hundred followers!! i can’t believe it’s only been five months on this blog - your support has been overwhelming! to celebrate here’s an angsty excerpt from riptide:

      He leaned over and planted a kiss on the top of her head. “I love you, okay?” he murmured against her head. His words were drawn out, every one heavy as they hung off his lips. Lyra’s stomach lurched. Tomorrow she wouldn’t hear his voice. Tomorrow her response wouldn’t matter. Tomorrow she would be dead.

Dead.

Lyra wrapped her arms around Morgan’s waist, pulling him into her chest.  She buried herself in his neck.  He smelled of gunpowder and salt and Lyra breathed it all in until her lungs ached.

“Yeah,” she exhaled, closing her eyes. “I love you, too.”

The same words. Different meanings. They both knew it.

Lyra held him a little tighter. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t,” Morgan pulled back. He cupped Lyra’s face, brushing the hair out of her face. “Don’t say that.”

Lyra looked down to the hat tucked under her arm. She brought it in her hands, fixing the feather that had been crushed. With a smile lost in the thick dusk, she placed her hat onto Morgan’s head, pulling it down over his ears.

“Take good care of her, yeah?”

Morgan reached up and gently ran his fingers along the brim of the hat. “Only the best for the Riptide.”

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[thekeyten]

'concilio et labore' → ‘by wisdom and effort’

how to get away with magic → alexus kain

'you've been at every crime scene before police. don't you think that's suspicious, mr. wilde? yet you somehow expect us to believe that it's all one massive coincidence? do i have that right?’

Alexus Kain has been a detective for long enough to know a suspicious character when she sees one. And Greyson Wilde checks all the boxes. 

The problem is that he isn’t guilty. 

Not of murder anyway. He also isn’t cooperating, and the case is getting colder by the hour. 

Someone is killing people and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t find out who. For the sake of the city and of her family.

‘qui totum vult totum perdit.’ → ‘he who wants everything loses everything’

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[livvywrites]

I’d be delighted to!!

a wip intro: PIRATE’S BANE

title: Pirate’s Bane status: first draft length: second in a series pov: 3rd person multiple genres: high fantasy, adventure themes: found family, quest, lgbtq+, recovery/healing, friendship, magic, make your own destiny warnings: ptsd, anxiety/depression, death, more may be added as the story develops

Meet the second in the METANOIA series, taking place five years after The Martyr Queen ;) This will be my NaNo novel, and I am super excited to work on it–especially since I wrote the outline over a month ago. 

(Also. This was extremely hard to put together, due to the length of the summary & to avoid any major spoilers! But!! I’m very proud of it!)

Summary, character descriptions, and taglist below the cut! :)

Keep reading

[akoumi]

STORMCHASERS PICREW!!! 

// captain alvarez 

roisin // kotch

quincy // simeon 

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