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This is fun, because I always write stories with a lot of POV's. So:

Elementary: Tungsten, Silver, Phosphore, Tin and Zinc.

Waterways: Alba, Paco, Mikel, Josephe, Kalliope and Imanol.

hey, guys! do me a favor! reblog this post and tell me the name of the main character for the wip you’re currently working on!

Some fun little face paint/blush I made based off of Itsbunniblack on Twitter want to sharpen it up a bit and then release it ☺️

I have been struggling with my animation so for the time being and for my own sanity I turned it into a little pose (also I just want to move on in my LP) definitely want to make this an animation at some point but for now I have a cute little pose

I was so close to tears by the end of this. It was so well done and incredibly touching. Death is a tough thing, especially with Aspen's initial somewhat ignorance about it and it was handled beautifully

TSS: The Funeral (Pt 2 of 2)

You can find part 1 here!

(An exploration of Aspen’s conditional immortality. A post-book 1, pre-book 2 event).

Word Count: 1,032 (sorry)

TW/CW: funeral, death

The service went as smoothly as could be expected. It began with Petrov’s son welcoming the crowd- truly a crowd, it was three times as many people as could reasonably fit within the fane- and telling a story about his father. He then led a prayer to Hara, brief, repetitive verses begging the goddess to take this latest soul with love and care, followed by a prayer to the spirit of the fane, to watch over the souls left behind. It was here where Emry felt relieved that Aspen was in the audience, though he couldn’t quite place why.

The song came after the prayers, and it came as another relief to know that he only needed to sing the first verse alone, before the rest of the audience was expected to join in. He had been to a funeral in Tazlo, once, and it nearly broke him to find that performers in the south sang alone through the entire piece. How achingly terrible, not to let friends and family sing with you, help you through. How too much like death.

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Aww Emry with his poor broken heart

And I agree Aspen. Humans are frustrating when they're pining

The Stray Spirit Excerpt: Aspen Ships EmCal

For context: Emry’s just done his lil “look at me Cal I’m playing music for you under the glow-worms, isn’t this romantic, haha oh god please fall back in love with me why have I done this to myself” trick.

This is what follows:

Aspen reappeared in human form just as Emry emerged from the tunnel, the warmth of the midday light feeling less reassuring than it should have. 

  “So?” they whispered and glanced ahead at Cal, who was leading them down a wide dirt road. “Did the music work?”

Emry shook his head.

  “I’d forget about it, Aspen,” he whispered back. “Really, it was a stupid mistake.”

  “So she didn’t like it?” Aspen scratched their head. “Well- okay, there’s other things you could try. There are these birds that, when they find their mate, they do these dances-“

  “Aspen.”

  “-or you could build something for her, maybe with some twigs and flower petals?”

  “Aspen.” Emry stopped walking. “Drop it.”

Aspen searched his face for a moment, then trudged ahead to join Cal.

  “Humans are so frustrating.”

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Excerpt from The Last Wrath:

Nyx Faestorm Introductory Chapter! (Part 1)

(This chapter belongs to my current WIP The Last Wrath. Contains spoilers.)

Context of the Chapter: Raelen, Azra and Vallerius have just reached a strange new village after weeks of travelling, while on the run from both the Secret Court and the new rulers of the kingdom they currently are in. While trying to spend a night of rest and fun in a local tavern, they come across a strange group of bards - but when those very bards get in life threatening danger, the main trio just might have to step in to intervene.

Wanted, Preferably Dead:

They walked through the grey cobblestones streets of the small village, hiding their faces under their woven hoods as the waning crowds bustled lightly around them in the falling night. Around them, torches and candles were lit one by one in the scattered buildings, and weary groups gathered around small fires at the end of a long day - a welcoming sight, but they had learned the hard way to expect otherwise. Raelen looked around them as they entered a small marketplace, scanning the streets for any sign of trouble as they weaved their way through the mercifully almost vacant streets. The lack of wanted posters with their likeness on it was almost relieving. She knew that Vallerius said that they wouldn’t find any kind of trouble here, but the last time he said that, they were jumped by a duo of assassins in a shady tavern down the Scarp, who were very intent on killing all three of them. They almost succeeded. Its in those moments that she feels really thankful for all the swordfighting lessons her brother gave her when she was a kid.

Beside her, Azra looked as lost as squirrel on the sea, warily eyeing every passerby that came too close, or looked at them, as if it didn’t make him stand out even more in the crowd. She couldn’t blame him, but she couldn’t stifle a chuckle either. In front of them, Vallerius came to a stop and gestured toward a crooked looking alleyway, were a small crowd was gathered in front of a building. A tavern, Raelen quickly recognized. A very shady one too. She narrowed her eyes at Vallerius.

“Come on, I know this place. Bribed the owners once and twice before - nice folks, if you don’t count the occasional stabbing or two.” He chuckled, receiving dry looks from his two companions. “What? Not like any of us can ask for any better, I mean, we’re not exactly in the kingdom’s good graces right now. Oh, and I might add that, the last time I listened to you two geniuses, I almost died!”

Raelen gave a long-suffering sigh as she gently pushed past Vallerius, while Azra chuckled wryly in the background.

“Vall, you just got into a brawl with a drunken hunter.”

She said, a deadpan expression in her face as she drily eyed the tavern’s crooked doors and the gathered townsfolk drinking within. Vall sauntered past her, ignoring the curious looks of a few sober locals as he dramatically pulled his hood down and ran a hand through his black and white hair, a mockingly shocked expression plastered on his face.

“A very strong drunken hunter, mind you. My ribs still hurt!” He said, with a feigned gasp. Raelen rolled her eyes as she smirked. Azra walked straight past them, shaking his head, and Vall poked the back of her head twice as she followed. “Oh, and you jest, but shouldn’t you have been a bit quicker on the rescue that day?”

Raelen laughed, hooking his arm with hers as they finally walked into the inn, the sounds of singing and bustling conversations filling the air as Azra found them a table in the back of the room. She quirked an eyebrow playfully at Vallerius.

“What? The amazing mage warrior is a damsel in distress?” This time, she was the one with sarcasm and humourous shock dripping into her words, bringing a hand to her chest as if pretending to show genuine concern. “I never would have imagined. And also, I didn’t want to miss the view - you looked truly heroic when that guy hurled you across the room. I mean, that’s the stuff of legend right there.”

Vall rolled his eyes playfully and glared at her as they sat down side by side on the wooden bench.

“You’re cruel that’s what you are.” He mumbled, though his smirk didn’t leave his face as he reached up to pull down her hood. She made a face at him as he messed with her braids, swatting his hand away as he laughed. Across from them, Azra watched on with an amused expression, before his eyes wandered to the small makeshift stage on the middle of the tavern, where some bards were in the middle of their performance.

As this melody died down, another began, and quite soon, all three of them were watching the show, feeling strangely compelled by it. A bubbly looking server walked up to their table, bringing the dishes of the night in simple stone platters, and Vallerius fumbled with his coin pouch underneath his cape, eventually throwing a couple of gold coins in the air, which the server caught with expert ease. The meals were nice enough, a simple venison stew with some small cups of warm wine, but after the journey they’d been through today, it seemed like the heavenliest thing they’d ever tasted.

Raelen and Vallerius quickly made themselves busy eating the small dinner in front of them, with little attention to the room around them, while Azra poked at his plate cautiously before slowly starting to eat, absentmindedly leaning against the table as he watched the bard’s show unravel with curious eyes. At the small wooden stage, a new figure stepped forward into candlelit center. Wearing a long, worn out bright blue cloak with a hood over their heads, and with white strips of cloth wrapped over their eyes, their face remained completely out of sight from the crowds - it was curious, and downright unusual. A bard hiding their face, Azra huffed amusedly, there’s a sight he never thought he’d see.

He was about to resume his meal when something stranger caught his eye, making him lean forward on the table, trying to get a closer look. That strange glint coming from the bard - it looked out of place. Magic borne. Azra narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“Do you know them, Vall?” Azra looked to Vallerius, nodding his head towards the duo performing at the center of the room. The older boy didn’t seem to hear him, strangely entranced by the song playing as he tried really hard to get Raelen to laugh while she seemed to be trying to figure out a way to stuff as much food into her mouth as possible. These two were impossible. Azra sighed, and reached over the table, snapping his fingers quickly in front of them.

Vallerius eyes snapped up towards him, lifting his hands in an annoyedly confused gesture, as Raelen barely gave him any heed, and just continued her task at hand.

“What?!”

Azra chuckled half-heartedly.

“I just asked a question, but you and my sister were pretty focused on being little airheads” Azra pointed furtively towards the stage in the middle of the tavern, laughing as Raelen made a face at him and threw a piece of cutlery in his direction. He dodged it easily.  “Its pretty unusual to find a bard that doesn’t want their face seen, but you seem to know people around here quite well. Do you know who they are?”

Vallerius downed the remaining wine in his mug, before following with his eyes in the direction Azra pointed to. He glanced over Raelen’s shoulders at the performing musicians, trying to get a closer look at the unusual performance.

“Who? Them?” He shook his head, wiping his hands on his trousers before pulling a strand of hair out of his face. There seemed to be a glint of recognition in his eyes, before it was quickly erased by something else. Vallerius didn’t seem to even realize it.

“No. Never saw those guys before. Those bards must be new in town…” He paused with a mischievous laugh  “That, or I am getting a bit too drunk - but that bit is unlikely.”  Vallerius finished, tapping his empty cup with a wily smirk, to which Azra rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Raelen finally set down her fork into her empty plate, snickering with a dry expression.

“Yeah, right. Like that’s a trustworthy remark coming from you, noble boy.”

Vallerius scoffed playfully.

“You speak as if you’re any better.”

Raelen elbowed him in the shoulder, and he laughed with a wince, their banter resuming as it was before. The song grew a bit louder, and the gleam around the strange bard grew brighter. Azra was getting anxious, eyes flitting between his bickering friends and the increasingly weird performance. He felt like his mind was muddled, a strange pull beckoning him to focus on the melody, before he shook his head clear. Something wasn’t quite right, and he knew.

He roughly hit the table with his hand, earning only the glances of the duo, as the crowds around them seemed to be oblivious to everything but the peculiarly catchy song. Raelen noticed the worry in her brother’s eyes, her smile falling instantly.

“Focus! Something doesn’t feel normal about this song and I don’t like that. I know we already paid for a night’s stay in this inn, and I wouldn’t like to waste our coin any more than you guys, but Vall listen to me… are you sure you don’t know these people? We could be in danger.”

Vallerius opened his mouth to respond, but a loud commotion interrupted him, making all three turn their heads simultaneously towards the source of the sound. The entire tavern

went silent, except for the tell tale sounds of a scuffle.

“BLOODY THIEF!” A rough, slurred voice called out. Raelen raised herself slightly from her seat to get a better view, as Azra and Vallerius exchanged a worried look.

On the other side of the room, they could make out the figure of a large, brutish looking man, swaying on his feet as he held a smaller figure’s arm in a vice grip. The younger person struggled to free their arm from his hold, toppling chairs as they thrashed and turned, hitting him in any way that they could, as they were dragged into the middle of the room and thrown to the floor in front of a sneering crowd.

As they hit the ground, they got closer to the dim candlelight, revealing girl with a messy head of dirty blond hair. Meanwhile, Azra did not fail to take notice of the fact that the musicians had suddenly disappeared from the stage, watching intently as they climbed down and mixed into the crowds. His mind felt clear once again.

Vallerius gasped as realization dawned on him.

“Wait - I think I do know who they are!” He whispered hastily, tugging on Raelen’s hand to get her to sit down again, which earned an exasperated sigh from her even as she did so. Azra looked at him in disbelief.

“You do? Why didn’t you just say so before?!”

Vallerius dragged a hand through his hair, never once looking away from the chaos unravelling behind them. He shook his head, confused.

“I… I do not know. I think something was messing with my mind - it doesn’t matter. What matters is that I know who they are.” He pointed towards the stage and then to the girl in the scuffle “I never once met them personally, but these guys have made quite the reputation for themselves in the villages around the Scarp. They use their songs as a distraction to steal from the audience. They’re usually long gone by the time anyone notices, but I guess they weren’t so lucky today…”

He wandered off as the shouts and struggling grew louder, the girl having gotten to her feet and now desperately trying to push away the growing crowd, throwing bottles and anything she could get her hands on, but growing increasingly trapped. Raelen tightened her hold on the edge of the table, about to get up from her seat to interfere, but Vallerius swiftly grabbed her arm, holding her next to him. She was about to wring her arm away, when a new figure stepped into the scene. The blue cloaked bard, standing between the girl and the very drunken goon.

Raelen stopped, watching with worried curiosity as the newly arrived stranger drew the attention of the crowd towards them, and the girl scrambled away from her attacker. It was a sight almost too familiar to her own scuffles in the past. She looked at Azra, his face ridden with concern - she could tell that he was calculating their options for running away, by the way his entire frame seemed as tense as a bow string pulled taut by an archer. Especially when he saw two goons move to block the tavern’s exit.

“There’s no need to resort to aggression, my fine fellow.” The blue cloaked person spoke, a sharp foreign accent permeating his delicate speech, his words strangely calm. It also did not escape her notice how the young man seemed to look at the older figure directly in the face, despite the wrappings around his eyes. For the first time in the night, Raelen finally noticed the unnatural glow coming from him, though now it seemed centered at his hands.

A spell, she recognized, he was trying to cast a spell on the drunkard.

And it wasn’t working. The brute lumbered over to him, and Raelen watched as the young man struggled not to take a step back. It was a matter of seconds, but the trio nearly jumped when the man grabbed the young bard’s collar and lifted him up in the air. Behind him, they saw blonde girl and an unfamiliar figure loudly protest as the gathered crowd held them back.

“Ye don’t get to tell me what to do” The drunkard spoke, slurring over his words, and the young man held onto his arms for support as his legs dangled far from the ground below. His glowing hands dug into the older man’s scarred skin, but that only served to draw the brutish man’s attention onto them. “And what have we h’re?”

The man smirked, staring intently at the glow. The young bard gasped, trying to call off the spell, but it was too late. Raelen exchanged a pleading glance with Azra, who shook his head, understanding what she intended to do.

The drunkard laughed.

“Well, if it isn’t a bloody mage!” He tightened his grip on the bard’s collar, bringing him closer. The young man kicked out desperately, but nothing seemed to free him.

“No! That’s not true!” He screamed, scrambling to hold onto the arm. Behind him, the blonde girl managed to land a solid punch on one of the tavern goers holding her back, before the person answered with a brutal hit of their own, throwing her away.

Vallerius winced.

“This isn’t right.” He spoke, hushedly, looking between his two companions “I am not going to stand here and watch this bastard hurt an innocent person. We should all do something.”

“Like what?” Azra said, keeping his voice down “I know this isn’t right! But we’re wanted in every city of this kingdom, and the bloody Secret Court is after us, how can we help them when we can barely help ourselves here?”

As they fell into a hushed argument, Raelen didn’t say anything. Her eyes were fixed on the drukard’s strange figure. His clothes didn’t seem right, not for someone from Kestrall, not for someone in this place. It they seemed too pristine, too strange. As one of the young bard’s kicks landed on the goon’s stomach, the older man twisted around, giving her a clear view of his neck … and the brutally familiar symbol on his skin. She brought her hands to cover her mouth.

Meanwhile, the brute seemed more infuriated by the second, and the crowd more riled up.

“Not a mage, uh? Is that so?” The man growled, and the bard hastily nodded  “Its not what your bloody hands are telling me!”

He threw the thrashing young man to the floor, who cried out as his hood fell from his head, scrambling to cover his ears with his hands. But his striking blue hair, shining in the dim candlelight, could only mean one thing.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” The drunkard mumbled, a sickening smile on his stone carved face. Raelen and Azra exchanged a shocked look, the man closing the distance between him and the young bard, who tried to scramble away from him, only to be caught by a resounding kick. Vallerius instinctively reached for his sword.

“Nyx!” The young blonde girl called out, struggling to push past the crowds as the other figure tried to push the villagers out of their path. “Stay away from him you fucking brute!”

The goon reached down once more, trying to pry the young man’s hands away from his ears. Nyx lets out an inhuman screech as his own dagger like claws dragged alongside his head in his vain struggle not to give in, but eventually, the man succeeded, and pinned his clawing hands down to the floor. But with them, the binds around his eyes also came undone. Showing, to an entire tavern full of people, and to the shocked trio of mage born, a pair of glowing aquamarine eyes with not a white in sight. Fae eyes.

There was blood at the tip of his white claws and in his blue hair, his blood, and Nyx screamed brokenly as he watched the crowd whisper between themselves, hastily taking steps back and stumbling into the wooden tables. Everything goes silent, except for the drunken brute’s laugh.

“So, you’re telling the truth - you really not a mage, huh… No. You’re something much better than that. You’re Fae born.” The man triumphantly announced, holding up the young fae by his pearlescent blue hair for the crowd to see, making him hiss  in pained fear. “And you’re going to fetch me a fine price once I hand you over to my boss, alright.”

The stunned crowd pinned down the two struggling figures to the ground, and the men standing at the door started to move closer to the center of the tavern. Raelen notices that their armor was strangely matching. She turns to her companions, who were staring ahead in complete and utter shock.

“This is sick. We have to do something” Raelen stood, clutching her hands into fists, and adjusting her dagger at her hip. Vallerius nodded in agreement, and Azra took a moment to realize what they were planning.

“Do something? Don't tell me you're going to do what I think you are…. Oh no way in hell -” He started, adamantly shaking his head, but his sister was already up and moving away from the table, Vallerius in tow.

“You up for another brawl, Vall?”

She marches firmly towards the gathered crowd. In front of them, the young fae continues to scream as the drunken soldier makes a show for the people gathered, who are openly laughing and jeering. Raelen looks at the crowds, hatred burning in her eyes. Vall adjusts his jaw, cocking his head at her.

“I guess I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

“No” She grabs a bottle from a nearby table and throws it at the drunken goon’s back, who drops the fae to the ground immediately. The man swiftly turns around, and Nyx gathers himself up where he fell, panting in pain and relief from being released.

Behind her, Azra curses to himself, face palming before standing up too.

“Fucking hell.”

Taglist (for those that I wish would read this chapter): @lassiesandiego @writernopal @rickie-the-storyteller @clairelsonao3 @elshells @lyutenw @gummybugg @sagewildflower @ethaeriea @unstablewifiaccess @jasperygrace

Excerpt From The Last Wrath:

Assassin Princess Ellinor and her knight, Ansell, are escaping the chaos of a narrowly successful mission. While racing through an abandoned hallway, Ellinor comes to a harrowing discovery, and things suddenly become a matter of life or death for the duo.

TW. Implied Stabbing, Poisoning, Depictions of Blood/Injury.

Poisoned Blood: Part 1

The sounds of clamoring and the piercing echoes of swords scraping against each other died down behind them, as they raced through the cramped stone hallway. The smell of damp, moldy stones met them in a cold huff of air, their steps echoing behind them as they ran. The mission was successful, but it had come far too close for their liking. Ellinor didn’t like those odds, she never did. She gripped her torch in a white knuckled hold, as she calculated in her mind the thousands of ways things could have gone wrong - but in doing she failed to look behind her.

That is, until she came to notice that only her footsteps were echoing in the crooked hallway, and that the light had dimmed considerably with only her torch lighting the pah ahead. Her blood ran cold, and she came to a full halt. 

“Ansell?” Ellinor called out, panic rising in her chest as she looked over her shoulder and didn’t see the familiar outline of her closest friend following her steps. “Ansell?! Where are you?”

She was met with complete and utter silence. Her heart seemed to skip a beat, and her legs seemed to move on their own as she sped back the way she came from. Ellinor scanned her surroundings meticulously, looking for any extra pathway, any flaw - any reason they could have gotten separated. But found nothing but limp cobwebs and cracked stones as her horror grew. Faintly, she heard something, a weak sound echoing vaguely in the small space, she almost missed it. It sounded like ragged, wounded breathing. 

Ellinor suddenly felt suffocated, but it wasn’t due to the closeness of the sturdy stone walls, nor the battle outside them. It was something deeper, more personal - a familiar horror. She had to find him, he was in danger. Her friend was in danger, because of her. She shook her head clear, steadying herself at the wall, and held her breath as she ran, listening to every little sound she could grasp. The pained breathing grew closer with each step she took, leading her in the direction of her most trusted friend. 

And she found him. Her steps came to a stop once she turned a corner, faced with a  familiar figure sitting limply, his back to the wall the only thing keeping him upright, a fallen torch lay forgotten on the wet floor beside him. 

“Ansell!” She called out, running over to her friend. He looked up at her, and Ellinor thought she would be sick. Ansell’s skin was ashen pale, almost undiscernible from the color of his silver white hair, a trembling hand pressed weakly against the side of his torso, where a growing dark stain seemed to spread with every breath he took. He looked like a ghost. 

Before she knew it, Ellinor fell to her knees beside him, discarding her torch carefully out of the watery ground. Her hands fluttered over his, not knowing where it would be safe to touch. His robe was tacky with blood.

“What happened?” She looked him in the eyes, ripping a piece of her cloak with her dagger and pressing it over his wound. Ansell whimpered, placing his bloodsoaked hand over hers. His breathing was shallow, coming out in short, pained gasps as she tried to stem the bleeding. “Why didn’t you tell me? I’d have helped you!”

The corner of his mouth quivered in an attempt to muster a placating smile, but the only thing that he could manage was a small grimace. 

“H-had… had to f-finish the mission…” His words quivered as he bit back a groan “... Keep y-you safe… more important…” That was all he could muster before his words delved into silent, sobbing gasps. Ellinor stared at him in disbelief, opening her mouth to reply,  before something strange caught her attention. She narrowed her eyes. It was barely visible in the dim, ember like glow of the torch beside them, but to her horror, she saw it. A light purplish hue sizzling from his wound along with his blood, seeping into her hand. She let go of the wound with one hand, and brought her sticky fingers closer to the light, but that also brought along a distinct, flowery smell she would recognize anywhere, even over the strong metallic scent of blood that seemed to surround her every senses. Hangman’s Poison.

At that moment, she could feel the weight of her world crashing down.

“We have to go.” Ellinor declared, not even bothering to keep the panic out of her voice, moving as if without thinking. “We have to go now! I’ll carry you, but you need to help me get you up. Can you do that?!”

Her voice was urgent, and she barely waited for Ansell to answer. His shaking hand held onto hers with surprising strenght, desperately, and his eyes seemed to be getting unfocused. Ellinor realized, with a pang of guilt, that he was afraid.

“... W-what… happening?...” His words were weak, confused, as the effects of blood loss mixed with the poison in his wound. Ellinor shook her head.

“I’ll explain later.” She gently yet urgently moved to begin to guide him upwards, placing her hands under the straps of his armor. Ellinor braced herself, trying to get her injured friend to look in her eyes. “But I need you to help me get you up, I can’t do this alone. Do you think you have the strength?”

Her words were pleading, and a treasonous part of her mind dreaded that the answer would be no. But instead, Ansell looked at her, and his eyes seemed to be much clearer than they’d just been, filled with sheer determination behind the haze of pain, if only for a moment, before swiftly nodding. Ellinor let out a breath of relief she didn’t know she was holding.

“This is going to hurt.” She tells him, grasping the armor straps tighter as he moves his arms to hold onto her own. Ellinor tried to keep her words clear, even as she just wanted to sob. She took a calming breath. “But we don’t have any choice. Once you’re up you can lean on me, I can take you to safety. Are you ready?”

His hands steadied their grip on her arms.

“...Do it.”

It took all of the strength in her to begin to drag her friend’s limp body upwards, even with his combined help. But it took even more than that to keep herself from falling apart at the broken, horrifying sound of sheer pain that escaped him as they heaved him into a somewhat standing position. After what seemed like an eternity, they’d finally succeeded.

For a moment, they stood there, catching their breath. Ellinor’s arms shook with the effort to keep her friend upright, even as Ansell tried to shift his weight into his faltering legs, small, weak whimpers escaping his tightly closed lips.

"Let’s go.”  Ellinor huffed, out of breath as she started to move, though each step felt like trying to walk a loose tightrope after one too many drinks. Ansell did his best to try and walk along, but his valiant efforts still left him having to be dragged along by her. Even so, she soon found herself moving fast, maneuvering them both like down the crooked hallway more quickly than she would’ve expected. 

Desperation was the only fuel keeping them moving. She wasn’t a believer in any of the Gods, but at this point, they sorely needed a miracle.

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Incorrect Quotes Tag!

I was kindly tagged by @rickie-the-storyteller for this one! You can find their post here.

And here is the link to the actual Incorrect Quotes Generator.

(The rules of the tag game involve using the generator to create incorrect quotes of your OCs)

For this one, I will be using characters from The Last Wrath (I might tweak, add to or adapt some of the quotes slightly but most of them will be untouched)

Brace yourselves, cause this one is about to get very long - because I have a big character cast and love chaos. (:

THE LAST WRATH -

VALLERIUS:  Like they say, "If you can't beat them, curl up in a ball and protect your organs."

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EMRYC:  Well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. It was because shut up. Shut up is why.

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PEREGRINE:  Pros and cons of dating me: Pros, you’ll be the cute one. Cons, holy shit where do I begin -

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SYBIL: I know what a prism is! It’s where you put bad people. 

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LUKAN (drunk): I hope no one lowkey hates me. Highkey hate me, hate me with every fiber of your being.

ISOLDE: (staring at him with a “I’m dead inside expression”): Go big or go home.

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TANWIN: I'm hot, I’m tall, I'm gay, and I'm on my theatre kid arc.

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KADEN (after falling from a tree) : I’m a fool, not an idiot.

NYX: You’re both.

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SEIRA (after Peregrine accepts the Bloodbind Ritual on himself and fails to realize why she is so upset at him):  What, I can’t be in a bad mood? It’s like people think, “Oh, Seira: is such a nice person, Seira is so happy-go-lucky! Seira can’t be in a bad mood!” Well, you know what? Seira CAN be in a bad mood. And right now, Seira IS in a bad mood.

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THE HIDDEN ROOM IN THE SORCERER’S TOWER: I give you a cursed amulet!

HELIOS : Cool! It’ll make me look cute, and the shadow that follows me will make me more active, I’ll get out more!

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DARIAN (while being hunted down across the continent by an Empire and a horde of assassins) :  Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of my actions.

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MORWAN (already five cups of wine in, still not drunk):  You treat an outside wound with rubbing alcohol. You treat an inside wound with drinking alcohol.

YUNA (chugging a bottle of rum across the table): Honestly, same.

NADINNE (daintily sipping a cup of tea): Should I... be concerned?

MORWAN: Maybe, babe

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CASSANDER: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

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EMRYC:  I just learned a way to get stuff on the cheap. Steal it!

ANSELL (nearly in tears, chasing down Emryc): It’s the third time this week - put that thing back where it came from!

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NETHEN (at some point after his father allowed the Emperor to execute Elain): Helpful grammar tip: “farther” is for physical distance, “further” is for methaphorical distance, and “father” is for emotional distance, and emotional damage!

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JULYAN:  I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.

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BRYN at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

ANSELL and The Squad (deeply concerned, turning to Ellinor and Nethen): Are you still sure this is the right guy for the job?

ELLINOR with a proud smile: Yep, that’s the one!

NETHEN: *looking straight at Bryn* I’m pretty sure that guy is clinically insane... Imma be his best friend!

**

AZRA (at 3AM):  I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

RAELEN (with a feral grin and sleep deprived eyes): DO IT

NYX (awakened and confused): Please don’t. 

KADEN AND SYBIL: *already chugging down a fishbowl with that precise mix in the background*

JULYAN (torn between pride and deep concern as he stares straight at Raelen and Azra): *quietly* I raised these kids

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JAMIE: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

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BRYN:  I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

(In the background, as Bryn has just popped out of thin air and spoke without prompting, Ansell’s soul has yet to return to his body.)

**

ISOLDE (being physically held back by Arammis):  I have yet to encounter a problem where a sword didn't factor into the solution at least in some way.

PEREGRINE: *nods in agreement to her statement*

**

DARIAN: I've got a weapon, and I'm... admittedly VERY afraid to use it!

**

TRYSTAN (Peregrine’s mentor and brother-figure, has been rambling on about this for more than an hour) -  I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

Imperial Guards that have him Imprisoned: PLEASE SHUT UP

**

ZEPHYR (Age 14, fresh out of the destruction of Eldon and deeply cursed): I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I'm under.

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BRYN, TANWIN AND ORYON (collectively):  Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count

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JULYAN, an antisocial fire mage:  Do not come over to my house. If the house is on fire you may knock once, if I don’t answer assume I set the fire and I want to burn to death.

**

Also Julyan, an antisocial fire mage:  *sets himself on fire and screams in agony, only to start laughing uncontrollably* Nah, I’m just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.

(In response to that) Oryon, running on 2 hours of sleep, having to deal with being this dumbass’ healer 24/7 in an enemy dungeon: If you do that again, I will personally yeet myself out of the tallest window I can find. No, as a matter of fact, I will yeet both of us out of a window. TRY ME.

**

ZEPHYR (in his time searching for an anti-magic spell in the Liranthian Academies):  Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices. Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.

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LUCIYA (yelling at Willen/Raven):   Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve! We grew up together, how could you not know this - 

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AZRA, about the feral dragon that has decided to adopt him:  I can't believe there's a dragon somewhere in my house. Amazing feeling. Love dragons. And she's here, in my house! Somewhere! And I may encounter her! What a treat.

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ORYON (after befriending Julyan and Nesryn) -  I have met some of the most insufferable people! *stops to think, suddenly concerned* But they also met me -

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MYRAH, at the slightest of inconveniences -  I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people.

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ARAMMIS, done with the bullshit she witnesses on a daily basis at the royal court of Faravvia:  I think I mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apart.

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ZEPHYR, in the middle of the night, unprompted:  I have one foot in the grave but in a kind of fun flirty way, the way one might slip on a fishnet stocking.

INNARA, writing in her diary with a glitter pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

(In the background) JAMIE: *sobs* STOP TALKING AT 2 AM AND LET ME SLEEP, FOR FUCKS SAKE -

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TRYSTAN (right after Peregrine screws up majorly and almost gets himself killed): My expectations were low, but I guess they can always go lower.

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NYX:  My ultimate goal is to punch the Emperor in the eye, just to spite him one last time.

SYBIL: Isn’t our mere existence enough to do that?

KADEN: Nah. It isn’t petty enough. 

NYX, proud: That’s what I’m talking about!

AZRA: We’re all gonna die, aren’t we?

RAELEN: Yep, but it will be glorious.

**

CIRIEN: The next time I open up to someone, I’ll die and it'll be my autopsy.

BRYN, panicking: Please don’t.

**

(And last but not least)

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SEIRA: *takes a free sample twice* Robbery and Fraud. I am a Rebel.

Happy WBW! How do people store their food in your WIP? Do they have refrigerators? Do they need to salt and preserve their meats? What about things like dairy and other perishables? Tell me all about it!

Happy Worldbuilding Wednesday! Thank you for the Ask, @writernopal!

This is my favorite type of worldbuilding question, lol, because it means I get to nerd out about highly specific aspects of my WIPs. Brace yourself for a thorough explanation because the answer is, as always when it comes to The Last Wrath, IT VARIES, a lot, lol.

How do people store their food in your WIP? Do they have refrigerators? Do they need to salt and preserve their meats? What about things like dairy and other perishables? Tell me all about it!

Okay, so, as I said before in this post, this answer actually varies a lot depending on the question: "Where are you in Agrannor?"

Because oh boy, does that continent have varying climates, geographic formations, and cultures that directly affect the way each of its residents store and preserve food.

If you live in the colder extremities of Agrannor, like Kestrall, some parts of the Morosyn Empire, or the northernmost and southernmost edges of the Borderlands:

These regions (and I mean ESPECIALLY Kestrall) hold freezing cold temperatures, for most of the year. Kestrall is a snow-clad mountain range with little to no summer, some parts of the Morosyn Empire are cold and wet throughout most of the year and dry and freezing in the other half of the year, while the Edge of the Borderlands (called the "wildlands") are foggy moorlands and forests that are, almost always, either raining/muddy or snowed over.

So you get the picture, it is cold. Very cold.

This is relevant to this topic for one important thing: food goes bad faster in the heat, as we all know. Plus, since these regions are so close to such extreme sources of cold almost year-round, it is pretty easy to store food at home without much to worry about. The weather is cold, and there is always enough ice to go around for pantries and ice boxes. If needed, certain cuts of meat can be salted and frozen in the snow and ice outside of the houses, before being stored. And that is without considering one thing the citizens of Agrannor have available that we don't: ✨REAL MAGIC✨

This gives them - at least those who actually use it/cast it themselves or buy potions/runic amulets/enchanted items - the chance to use it in order to make food last way longer than it would naturally. There are plenty of alchemical elixirs, spells, and whatever else, that allow food to be preserved, be it by enhancing the properties of ice and making it last longer, or by actually preserving the food, like modern-day chemicals would.

Milk, especially the fattier and thicker kinds, like that of the Blue-Tinted Mountain Goat (in Kestrall), is consumed. A lot. Cheese is consumed too, but it takes a while to make due to the cold climate, and it's mostly reserved as a very occasional delicacy. Chocolate - and magical variations of it - is extremely popular, especially in desserts. Kids growing up in these kingdoms have access to a lot of chocolatey sweets because it's surprisingly very cheap there (the quality is not guaranteed tho, and some do feel less like chocolate and more like something else you can't quite place, like, there's only a whiff of chocolate there) and if you're lucky, it is warm. Plus, if you buy the nicer ones, they're really good. (Now you know why Raelen likes chocolatey sweets so much. Julyan bought a lot of those weird chocolate pies and cakes for that girl while she was growing up, - mainly because he didn't know how to cook that well yet and sweets were cheap, plus it made her happy, and it kinda stuck with her now that she's grown lol)

The Nomadic human tribes of the Borderlands use smoking techniques (with a special mix of magic, certain types of firewood, and condiments) to preserve their food during their long travels.

In most of the Morosyn Empire, however, since magic is restricted to the lucky few who have a permit and the sale of authorized magical elixirs makes them expensive, most people use a combination of techniques to preserve food, using the frosty weather of the winter to their advantage and getting creative in the summers. Ice is carefully stored in sealed ice boxes in the winter season, and the food is usually heavily condimented and smoked to preserve it. The Morosyn Empire is famous for its notoriously spicy/strongly condimented dishes, for this exact reason.

If you live in the more temperate areas of Agrannor, such as most of the centermost kingdoms: Arkellya, Eldon, Midtaren, Nethilor, Etaruze, Faravvia, and Liranthis

Those kingdoms typically can only rely on snow and ice in some of the colder winters, and even then it is not nearly as foolproof. So, they have to get creative. The most varied kinds of alchemical elixirs, potions, curing salts, freezing spells, machinery (only in Liranthis, the city of scholars), and smoking techniques, are perfected here.

Food is usually prepared with freshly collected ingredients every day because it is easier to just eat something that was only recently picked on that specific day than to find the means to preserve it. Farmer's markets are always bustling every day, for this reason. Everything else also falls under his rule: fish are fished from the lakes/rivers on the day they are to be prepared, game meat/venison is often hunted right before the feasts and such (though the remaining meat is salted, smoked, and preserved for later), pastries are baked each day, etc.

Milk is consumed fresh or boiled, on the day it is picked. Cheese is one of the staples of the cuisine of these kingdoms since the climate is favorable to it, and it's pretty much in every dish you can find here so much so that it almost gets boring after a while.

In the hotter/warmer parts of Agrannor (a desert city and the seaside kingdoms): Adrellios, Vellamere, and Meruvvon.

Adrellios is the golden jewel of the Eternal Dunes and the Billowing Desert. This means: it is dry, hot as all hell, and there isn't a twinge of snow in sight. There is a river - Attarah's Tear, said to have been a blessing from the Goddess Attarah herself, protector of desert travelers and mother of the lost - around which the entire city is built, but the river isn't cold - obviously. In this city, food is mostly preserved through: drying it out in the sun (an effective way to keep food preserved, though it changes its texture severely), seasoning/salting it, and, you guessed it, magic. Adrellios is the chief consumer of magical concoctions to preserve foods or keep them cold in the heat of the summer. They are the number one buyer of anything of that nature they can get their hands on, and for good reason.

Vellamere, our beloved seaside kingdom. Though its temperatures are generally milder than Adrellios, and there is no denying that, it still isn't anywhere near as cold as the other kingdoms. It is warm, it's windy and it has a serious humidity issue going on due to its extreme proximity to the sea winds, especially in the summer. They are especially creative when it comes to this topic, buying ice (temporally enchanted so that it won't melt on the travel) from neighboring kingdoms. Since doing this is very expensive, they have found a rather unusual but more practical solution. There are nonpoisonous "enzymes"/properties that are collected from sea monster shells (the all-purpose sea monster shells of Agrannor, lol), and when mixed with sand, and water they create an extremely cold/freezing mixture that won’t heat up for weeks. They use it to coat the inside layer of their "ice boxes" like paint when they build them, covering that layer with more wood and letting it dry. Once dry, it stays cold like nothing else, and food can be safely stored for months, until it wears off and another coat of "paint" is required for the ice box - like a portable freezer. It is used to store food during long-term sea travels or even at home.

Meruvvon, is the maze city by the delta of Agrannor's largest river that flows right into the Lost Sea. Its climate is almost the same as Vellamere's, except that it is often plagued by sea storms (due to its proximity to the Lost Sea, hence the maze-like structures which are basically their version of storm safety methods). Their techniques are very much similar to that of Vellameres, though they do rely a lot more on imported ice trades from other kingdoms and are known for seasoning/salting their food with a local berry known as the Sphynx' Hook, which gives the local cuisine its unmistakable - and highly spicy - taste.

Milk and cheese are huge NOPES in either of these kingdoms, due to the heat (which rots it like nothing else) and (in the case of the seaside ones) their seafood cuisines, which rarely need cheese or milk to accompany them.

Finally, the extras:

The Storm Isles: They have perfected the art of fishing and every day new fishing boats return from the open sea with just enough for another day. They believe in reducing waste/not throwing good stuff away for nothing, so their communities only fish what they need for the day or week. The rare remaining seafood is preserved with local condiments, and put into the same kinds of ice boxes as in Vellamere - the ones with the sea monster shell lining.

Elves believe that if you're going to take something from nature (be it by hunting an animal or picking a plant) you had better not waste it or disrespect the life it once had. Hence, they usually only hunt or collect what they need for each meal, and so don't have much of a need to preserve it, though their magic potions know no bounds and they have tried preserving food before, for some specific recipes. Most of an elf's diet, however, is vegetarian, and they rarely hunt (though they can and do eat meat, that is reserved for very special celebrations, and so most choose not to hunt on normal days).

Faeborn are carnivores/apex predators, like wolves or tigers (they even have rows of wickedly sharp teeth, pointy clawed hands, highly adapted eyesight and heightened sense of smell/hearing), and so they usually hunt what they need or want to eat on a daily basis, they have no need to preserve it for later because there's always more in the forests to hunt when they want more. They do eat the odd plant/fungi/flower but that's only a small snack to their tastes, though they do like tea quite a lot.

Merfolk are extremely similar to that, though they eat fish and keep stacks of preserved clams/crabs and seaweed for lean months under the sea

Vampires/Dhampirs need blood to sate their inhuman amounts of hunger, and while some do drink human blood (the fastest way to sate themselves), most live from the blood of animals such as cattle (you will likely find that even the richest vampire has a herd of sheep or cows in the forest/backyard next to their castle because they need a lot of blood), so they also do not need to preserve food. Dhampirs (half human/half vampires) do eat human food every day - though they still need blood weekly to keep their health up.

WIP Aesthetic Tag! What Lurks In The Hollow

Rules: Make a moodboard for your WIP, a playlist (3+ songs/music will suffice but it can be as long as you want) and describe the Vibe of your WIP.

✦ Moodboard! ✦

✦ Playlist ✦

Fast Car - Luke Combs

Washing Machine Heart - Mitski

Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day

Let's Kill Tonight! - Panic At The Disco

Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson

Black Out Days - Phantogram

Freaks - Surf Curse

Shut Eye - Stealing Sheep

Honey, I'm Home - Ghost and Pals

✦ Inspirations/Vibe ✦

If Stranger Things, The Black Phone and Heathers had a love-child and it was a midwest gothic urban fantasy horror mystery story set in a fictional version of North America.

A bunch of teenagers in weird af small town in the middle of the woods find out that there's something intrinsically wrong with the place and its more than just gossipy neighbours, its that the town is cursed by fey demons and the forests haunted by the spirits of teens the Mayor's family killed.

Secrets, rumors, a town of people essentially brainwashed to love the villain and oppose anyone who stands in his/his family's way VS a ragtag team of teenagers who fucked around and found out way too much.

Homey autumn vibes: red, yellow and amber leaves in a pine wood forest, cozy old diners owned by kooky old ladies, afternoons playing shoot em' ups at the local arcade, car rides with the MCs grumpy older brother, listening to music on the roof of the house eating popcorn and studying conspiracy theories, running from trouble as the sun sets in the horizon, cozy hot chocolate mugs, etc.

Tragic ghosts with interesting stories and unique personalities that make you want to give them a hug, and who need one so bad but can't get one because they're immaterial😭

POV: The Slasher Horror movie villain is your town's adored Mayor and his cohorts.

The woods are alive, more than you think - but they're filled with what's left of the dead.

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What's this? A wip? No way!

My book (dystopian-ish) is about a young woman raised to be perfect using her acting and observation skills to investigate the crime world. Naturally this starts when her gap year turned undercover military assignment leaves her investigating a guy her age with way too much trouble on his hands and no way out.

Attesa is just trying to earn her mother's love and approval by avoiding all vulnerability. The mission is a chance to prove herself and get away from the constant survalence for a few months.

Ethan is just trying to protect what's left of his family. (Mum and lil sister) Unfortunately he works for his dad's old "Boss" and is in way over his head safety wise. He's managing on the keep family safe front though, which is great!

But perhaps this new girl (surprise she's a military detective! Hence the casual stalking) investigating him and his family will be a way out. Regardless, not cooperating will cause far more trouble than it's worth if more important military powers look into his situation.

It's got undercover work, spy shenanigans, a black market and crime world with FAR too much freedom, no police or uncorrupt legal systems, and quite possibly some forced teamwork/fake dating as a cover story that leads into trusting someone to help them for the first time in....well....let's just say a long time.

Oh but it's not published. Sorry folks. I'm working it!

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reply to or reblog this post discussing your book even if it’s published or not! feel free to share anything you want about it. this is a safe space and a way to get an audience for your book!! reminder: there is no judgment here.

i’ll start!!

my debut novel, she knows is a dark thriller set in a rural british town where a serial killer is stalking the streets. sylvie garcia, the daughter of a medical examiner takes the investigation into her own hands after the police’s leads go cold. despite their beliefs, sylvie’s convinced the killer is a woman. she then enlists her friend group to aid her in the investigation. unknowingly, the murderer is her childhood best friend and her concealed longing. With an innocent facade, florence has deceived everyone including sylvie, who remains deeply attached to her despite the growing darkness around them even after the truth is revealed.

Deciding stuff it all I need a vibey epic fantasy wip for when my brain isn't working and I need an escape.

So far I have a mum friend capable cowgirl adventurer and her stray sunshine guy who's coming along for the ride because why not.

And just cause romance is hard and friendship is beautiful I've decided they are not going to have a romance subplot. So bestie/sibling closeness shenanigans commence!

Also I get horses and powers and stunning landscapes and interesting strangers and places and this is going to be a fun little braindump thing because why the heck not.

hi hello STS for you! what can you tell me about your vibey fantasy wip? (the vibes sound *excellent* honestly) are we just roadtripping about it or do they have a Quest going on?

Thanks for asking!

Yes, so I'm thinking it'll be a fairly episodic story with them taking various shepherd type jobs transporting heards of stock across long distances. This'll be cows, sheep, maybe horses or deer ect that you'd find around the globe. But I'm planning to play around with slightly magical or fantasy versions as well.

Think deer with antlers that grow valuable plants and are a sought after material when they naturally shed each year, or your more typical Pegasus.

The vibes I'm going for are high fantasy with a focus on exploring the world and its natural wonder rather than having to save it from some great catastrophe or do war. If that makes sense.

I'm more of a character driven person when it comes to writing, so I've given myself Reya Teran (26f) and her friend/younger brother figure Syon Klau (21m) to explore the world through. Neither of them have a home by this point, and both are fairly happy wandering from place to place so long as they get a bit of adventure along the way. They'll both probably also have some type of powers.

But yeah, it's mostly characters taking once off remote cattle driving jobs with whoever needs some extra hands, visiting small towns, and exploring the land.

I'm having fun with the worldbuilding and plan to play around with the common language being similar to our sign language, with dialect or accent differences depending on your occupation. For example, busy shops in the main parts of town have rapid and small movements to keep up with the noise and pace of their work, while the faming jobs in large open plains or in high wind/bad weather have big clear motions to be understood when shouting is tiresome or can't be heard.

That's most of what I have at the moment, but it's been a heap of fun to brainstorm and worldbuild for even though I haven't worked on it much or had it in mind for very long!

So yeah idk who u are but 🌹

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

Izuku grew up loving heros that was untill he was saved by a vigilante, know he had a new set of heros to love.

I had been cooking a 4 course menu for valentines day, so i'm really exousted and not in the mood for drawing, instead have 2 WIPs i have planned for tomorrow! I hope thats okay :)

Edit: also happy valentines day!! I hope it was pleasant for you all! :) ❤

Some wip art, I wanted to finish it today but I'm really exhausted

Heres a WIP seajelly!

A wip of an Amicabot I'm making☆

Her name is Opalescent, and she is an ocean researcher!

Gonna add more to her character as I finish her up

Making this lady for the new ocean event going on in the site! I'll also share the art prompts I make of her here for y'all to see hehe

Btw, I got the time and have one LeafWing adopt done! I'll get to the other two, and then post them☆

They're coming, just taking a moment for all these other projects I got working on lol

Have a great day/night where you are, and take care🎉

WIP of V from Cyberpunk 2077 👉👈😌, I can't wait for the game to come out!! ALSO I LOVE THE PROCESS OF COLOURING BUT IT TAKES ME FOREVER  😭