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Ember: “Why are you looking at me through a fork?”

Enzo: “I’m imagining you in jail.”

Ember: “Why?”

Enzo: “It’s spiritually healing.”

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Enzo: “Could you be more annoying?”

Ember: *shit eating grin* “Easily.”

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Echo: *lounging in a bathtub living her best royal life*

Sage: “Yo, can we talk?”

Echo: “Sure.”

Sage: *climbing into the tub fully clothed* “Anywa-“

Echo: “SAGE!”

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Literally Sage and Ember fucking around

pure talent

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For @spacedadlovesdragons it may not be like a Valentine’s thing but I wrote something Sage/Echo for you!

The night was cool, a soft breeze ruffled the sails of the ship, and every now and then a small swell of water could be heard lapping at the side of the ship. It was relaxing. It should have been relaxing. But it wasn’t, and Echo found herself awake again listening to the creaks and groans of the ship. It wasn’t her ship.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t keep from jumping at the slightest noise. This place was new. It was unfamiliar to her and every instinct she had was on high alert. Unfamiliar places always had danger in them. Always.

Frowning on irritation, both at herself, and the ship’s innability to be silent for once, she sat up in bed and tossed back the covers. If she couldn’t sleep she might as well be productive. But her movement wasn’t calculated and the heavy blanket fell over Sage’s face.

“Ow,” she muttered, rubbing at her eyes and looking rather confused at Echo. “What was that for?”

“Nothing,” Echo shook her head, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Well, I’m up now,” Sage huffed, but she wasn’t mad. She couldn’t be. Not when the moon was always so kind to Echo. How it made her skin seem to glow a transparent purple, or the way it made shadows dance across her muscles back. She was always impeccably stunning and sometimes it made Sage angry. The universe certainly had its favorites. “Did you have a dream?”

“No,” Echo assured, still half out of the bed as if she couldn’t decide whether to stay or leave. “I couldn’t sleep. That’s all.”

“You haven’t been,” Sage noted. She’s taken notice of the dark circle’s beneath Echo’s eyes a long time ago. “Why?”

“It’s complicated,” The princess muttered, her attention turning to the small window where outside the water had streaks of silver.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Sage laughed, “it’s cold out there. You can bore me back to sleep if you want.”

That lopsided grin used to make Echo angry, infuriated even, but now it was something soft, gentle, and maybe even adored. With a hesitant sigh, she settled back into her previous spot. Immediately two cool but sturdy arms wrapped about her and tugged her close. She wasn’t prepared for the stark contrast of warm skin and cold metal. A small shiver traced her spine, and despite herself, Echo nestled closer to the girl she used to hate.

“The ship is loud,” the princess started, earning a rather crisp laugh in return. “I’m serious.”

“Okay,” Sage smirked, “okay. Is it because of your little wolf ears?”

Echo frowned as Sage tugged teasingly at the top of her ear. “Yes. Please don’t be patronizing.”

“I’m not,” Sage ammended, “I promise. Just...teasing is all. I like your ears. They’re very cute.”

Echo fought off a small smile and lazily hid her face in Sage’s shoulder. “It’s also unfamiliar here. I’m not used to it and my senses tell me to be alert. To be afraid. The last time I was on an unfamiliar ship I lost my mother.”

“I know,” Sage sighed, letting her fingers trail across the princess’ stomach. She imagined the sensation as best as she could. It was times like these she hated having prosthetics.

The princess’ features softened as if she could read Sage’s mind, and with a small smile she mimicked the gesture. “That’s how it feels.”

Nodding, Sage did her best to memorize the feeling of fingertips gliding lightly over her stomach, barely lifting when she exhaled, and continuing the path like before when she inhaled. How they were light and ghost like, warm, and even a little timid. Catching the princess’ hand, Sage pressed a kiss into Echo’s palm. “Just know that you’re safe here. You’re not a child anymore and there’s plenty of people aboard the ship to fend anyone off.”

“You’re right, and I’ve told myself that a million times, but somehow I can’t bring myself to really believe it,” Echo admitted, lacing her fingers with Sage’s. “There’s times I wake up and forget you’re here and-“

“I’m not going anywhere,” Sage assured, her brow furrowing in determination. “You don’t have to worry about being alone anymore. I promise. Okay?”

“Okay,” Echo nodded, taking a shaky breath. Closing her eyes, she tried to silence her mind, and simultaneously curled into Sage too the point that they might as well have been melted together. It was grounding, for Echo at least, to feel as much of the other girl’s presence as possible but she’s forgotten how sensitive Sage could be at times. Her wounds had never healed properly. Not after she’d torn off her arms. The thought made Echo’s stomach twist with guilt as Sage loosened her hold.

“I’m fine,” the steampunk promised, before reading the princess’ expression. “Hey, that’s in the past now. There’s no reason for guilt. I don’t blame you for what you did. You were trying to survive too. Remember what I said last night?”

“Yes,” Echo muttered. “That you did things you’re not proud of either but if we live in guilt we’ll only ever know despair.”

“Right,” Sage smirked lightly, “and a wise man told me that. Turns out he was right. Besides, if I was upset, if I were angry at you, I never would’ve let you-“

“I know,” Echo sighed. “I know. I just wish you knew how sorry I am that you’re not-“

“You’re doing it again.”

“Because I care,” Echo frowned. “Because I’m upset at myself. You can tell me how much you love me anyways but I can’t tell myself that. I made a mistake and I’m never going to be able to forget it.”

“It wasn’t a mistake,” Sage interjected. “Not at the time. Maybe it seems like it now, but that’s all you had when everything else was blowing up around you.”

“He didn’t deserve what I did to him,” Echo insisted, her voice wavering.

“He understands. If anyone would it’s him,” Sage promised.

“How am I supposed to know that?” The princess asked. “He would lie to me for my benefit. You know that.”

“He wouldn’t for me. That’s how I know. He’s an honest man.” Sage determined, gently cupping Echo’s face in her hands. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Then believe me.”

Sage held Echo’s gaze as the princess’ eyes studied her face. She wasn’t sure what to expect. Echo never found it easy to forgive herself of things no matter how much she forgives other people, or how much they forgave her. It wasn’t in her nature. She’d never been taught how to do such a thing and having to learn it now was nearly impossible.

“You’re right.” Echo nodded, blinking away her tears. “You’re right. I’m sorry-“

“It’s okay. Everyone does it. I do too,” Sage promised. ��Ask anyone who knows me and they’ll tell you I’m hard on myself. It’s human nature. We see our worst qualities before anything else. We aren’t fair to ourselves.”

“When did you get so smart?” Echo asked, sniffling slightly as Sage laughed.

“Years of listening to lectures and being grounded,” the steampunk smirked.

“I was never grounded,” Echo noted, “what is it like?”

“Well, you get stuck in your room all day with nothing to do but stare at a ceiling. Or you have to clean he decks and bunks. Or you have to help in the kitchen which is never fun,” Sage frowned, recalling the numerous occasions she’d been grounded.

“Being alone in your room doesn’t sound so bad. I might’ve liked that actually,” Echo mused. “No one else to bother me.”

“Okay, well, what if I grounded you right now?” Sage asked.

“Well, you can’t do that because I’m royalty and therefore I outrank you on all levels,” Echo explained, “and that would mean I have to stay in here with you. Tell me how that’s a punishment?”

“I can be insufferably annoying,” Sage grinned.

“You can also be endearing,” Echo reminded. Her words must have caught Sage offguard because her mischievous grin slowly lapsed into a soft half smile. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“I won’t,” the pirate promised, unable to keep from smiling. “But this is my ship and no ranks of royalty apply here. Which means that you are indeed grounded and must spend the day here with me.”

“I thought you said being grounded was boring and you’re practically grounding yourself too?” Echo frowned, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“We won’t be bored,” Sage promised.

“How do you think?” Echo snorted, arching a brow.

“Are you good at keeping quiet?”

“Are you?” Echo asked, her lips twitching into a small smirk, and her words alone made Sage’s eyes glitter with curiosity and excitement.

“Guess I’m gonna find out?” Sage asked, shrugging bashfully.

“Guess so.”

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I NEED VALENTINE'S DAY FLUFF FOR THIS. PLEASSEEEE

With whom my dear friend? I can do some good ass valentines stuff for the gods!

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Are we gonna get to know more about the other gods? I'm honestly so excited to learn more about the lore behind everything and like this world functions.

Oh man I want to write more about the other gods and I’ll totally start doing that, I just got the notion I couldn’t really elaborate on them until they were relevant to the story 😂 but I love He gods so much.

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Calix

So I am avoiding homework and drew Calix. However, the only reason it looks as good as it does is because of the artist and image I will be linking in this post. I’m not very good at art so I rely a lot on what I can visually replicate.

https://pin.it/rab3ydf7uk7o5v

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Chapters 1-14 are uploaded!

https://my.w.tt/RcQkAjtAH1

Chapter 14’s link!

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FANMAIL FRIDAY

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Oh boy, here’s the thing, I think all of it is soooi cool. I would love to be a sky wing and a steam punk but at the same time my internal “be angsty and cool” voice is yelling at me to be a shadow thief. Also an Umbra. I could communicate with my dog in real life! Which would be amazing. Also I just feel like they’d get me, y’know? Like, I could have some alone time without being bothered while also getting into complete shenanigans. Overall though, the best part is having a sword and wearing cool pirate clothes.

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Send in some asks I’m bored and lonely

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The port is a bustling but dangerous place!

https://youtu.be/NckbxqQNQYQ

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The Beginnings of Doruk

The universe had always been conscious. The earth, the life upon it, the darkness, and the light. But it was a lonely, empty, cruel state of consciousness. There wasn’t a whisper of wind or a broken thought to be heard. To be appreciated by someone other than the earth herself.

Eons passed full of this nothingness. The unbearable emptiness, and she grew restless. A stirring deep within some facet of her mind drew an idea. She would not remain idle any longer. She would walk the ground and feel the warmth of the sun or the cool sting of rain. Properly, physically, and not by some strange phantom phenomenon of sensation.

The soil began to stir. Slowly at first before an urgency took over. If anyone was there to see it they would have been alarmed as the ground molded, moved, packed, and formed into the idle visage of a woman. She was bare, cold, and winded.

Whatever construction she had made was an odd one. Something from her mind that made sense to her at the time. If she were to move about she would need something that allowed her to do so. That must be what the long appandages were for. She would also need to see, that, she supposed, was why nothing had gone dark. She had given herself a way of viewing the world around her. How, she didn’t know. Of course, her design, this fleshy contraption was a confusing one. A creation of impulse and nothing more.

Though challenging as it was to not be afraid, she crept along the ground in a manner akin to that of a child. However, she would not know of such a thing until much later in life-would not see such a thing until then.

Still, stumbling about, confused but excited, this woman-this person-was greeted by emptiness. Emptiness which she had longed to avoid. There was green- green everywhere- but there was no life in it. Nothing to entertain the mind or imagination.

Despair crept in and she wept.

Having watched from the darkness, well, as best as he could anyways, Samael emerged from the soil just as she had if not with more grace.

“Why do you cry?” Samael asked, startling the weeping form. “You are not alone.”

“Who are you?” The woman demanded, a look of fire in her eyes. “I have never seen you before, never heard you, nor have I felt your presence.”

“I am always here. If I were not your creation would be incapable of existing,” Samael explained, regarding the shaken woman with care.

“What do you mean?” She glowered.

“The life you made, the life you bring, it must die ...yes?” Samael smiled thinly, “If it did not then what would be the point of existence? Hm? See, I collect what has fallen, and I take it home.”

“Home?”

“Yes, to the dark depths of your world. One that only the dead can see,” Samael explained, drawing a pale hand to the ground and coaxing out the withered form of a flower. “There is little for me to collect though.”

“I’m sorry,” the woman sighed, though her words were more uncertain than anything.

“Don’t be,” Samael shook his head. “However little the life lost doesn’t matter. It gives me purpose. Now, tell me what is your name bringer of life?”

“Tlalli,” the woman replied. “And you?”

“Samael,” he grinned. “Come, you have much to learn though I must say this is quite strange. I have never taught anyone before.”

“But how is it that I have never seen you before?” Tlalli asked, tilting her head with curiosity.

“Death is always quiet,” Samael sighed, “at least for now. But let us not waist time. Doruk needs life just as much as it needs me.”

“Doruk?” Tlalli snickered.

“It is the name I gave your world,” Samael frowned.

“Oh, my apologies. I just, it’s such a harsh word,” Tlalli stifled a laugh.

“I am a harsh man,” Samael countered.

”Tell me, what is a man?” The woman wondered aloud. “And what makes him harsh?”

“Hush,” Samael sighed, his patience was being tested, “let us find you a place to rest first.”

“I am not tired,” Tlalli argued.

“You have not grown used to your form. You will be,” Samael warned.

And he was right. Tlalli fell asleep not long after her encounter with Samael. He showed her the intricacies of her forests that she already knew existed, but she said nothing. She did not want to annoy him or chase him away. Not when she finally had company.

It wasn’t until the sun began to lower in the sky that Tlalli realized how exhausted she truly was. One moment she was asking questions and the next she was silent. And albeit tired from answering the woman‘s countless questions, Samael worked to create a comfortable ring of brush about the woman. She would be worse for wear sleeping only on hard ground. He had learned that the hard way. He had been entirely alone when the first death had called him forth. He would not allow the same to happen here. That he promised.

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Thank you. That’s actually very helpful.

Representation

As an author I’m all about representation and while I’m only working on the first book currently, I have plans for an autistic character in the second. However, I myself am not autistic and don’t want to butcher representation. So, I am asking the beautiful autistic community of tumblr to help give me advice so I can create a non offensive, accurate, and realistic representation of an autistic character.

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Representation

As an author I’m all about representation and while I’m only working on the first book currently, I have plans for an autistic character in the second. However, I myself am not autistic and don’t want to butcher representation. So, I am asking the beautiful autistic community of tumblr to help give me advice so I can create a non offensive, accurate, and realistic representation of an autistic character.