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hey, nia! i know you're busy, so i'm dropping by with good ~~ vibes ~~ and good luck your way. :3 - ✨
Hi!!! Thank you so much for the luck and vibes, I really appreciate it. <3
I am so sorry for disappearing on here, this semester has just been busy busy busy. I am really looking forward to Thanksgiving break lol.
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Ploying to Escape
A/N: just a tale of a pirate figuring a way out of a tricky situation.^^
Word Count: 575
TW: None
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Beyond a window, a flock of seagulls squawked while flying across the dark horizon. Above tranquil waves going back and forth on a surface.
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#oooo~ Ms. Pirate is a badasss#go off my plundering queen#10/10 would want her to be my captain#enchant ✨🔮#other peoples amazing writing
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Happy STS, nia! my question is just simple: choose a specific WIP and describe it as a music genre. sending good ~~ vibes ~~ and good luck at your way! :3 - 🔮⛈
Happy Storytelling Saturday Enchant!! I hope your Saturday is going well!
For me, A is For Asteroid fits the Alternative genre. It is not really like my other fics, in that there is no magic or supernatural abilities, just normal humans trying to survive in a world wrecked by natural disaster.
Alternatively(hehe see what I did there) I could see it as musical genre that's fast-paced and has a lot of drums like metal or pop-punk or something like thay
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Characters Aesthetic Tag
Thank you enchant @enchanted-lightning-aes for tagging me!!
I will do this for Enya (cause I hardly ever talk about her)
colors ;
red / orange / yellow / green / blue / purple / pink / brown / black / white / grey / silver / gold / bronze / metallic / matte / royal blue / forest green / blood red / navy blue / cream / mint green / neons / pastels / jewel tones
body ;
claws / long fingers / fangs / teeth / wings / tails / lips / bare feet / freckles / bruises / scars / scratches / wounds / burns / spikes / feathers / webs / fur / eyes / hands / heart / blood / sweat / tears / animalistic / thin / lithe / chubby / curvy / short / tall / average height / muscular / piercings / tattoos / body modifications
weapons ;
fists / sword / dagger / knives / spear / bow / crossbow / hammer / shield / poison / gun / axe / throwing weapons / whip / pepper spray / tasers / canon / catapult / slingshot / explosives / nunchaku / mace / staff / shadows / wand / magic / magical item / non-magical powers / stone / teeth / nails / fear
materials ;
gold / silver / platinum / titanium / diamonds / pearls / rubies / sapphires / emeralds / amethyst / iron / rust / steel / pyrite / glass / wood / porcelain / paper / wool / fur / lace / leather / silk / velvet / denim / linen / cotton / charcoal / clay / stone / asphalt / brick / marble / dust / glitter / blood / dirt / mud / smoke / ash / shadow / rubber / synthetics
animals ;
lions / wolves / eagles / owls / bears / boars / falcons / hawks / swans / snakes / turtles / ducks / bugs / spiders / crickets / sparrows / whales / dolphins / fish / sharks / horses / cats / dogs / rabbits / mantises / crows / ravens / mice / rats / lizards / foxes / peacocks / livestock / werewolves / unicorns / pegasi / dragons / gryphons/phoenix
food & drink ;
sugar / salt / candy / bubblegum / wine / champagne / hard liquor / beer / coffee / tea / milk / spices / herbs / apples / oranges / lemons / cherries / strawberries / watermelons / berries / bread / vegetables / meats / fish / ambrosia / pies / cakes / desserts / vanilla / chocolate / honey / cream / caramel / nuts / cinnamon / hamburgers / burritos / pizza / french fries
hobbies ;
music / art / theater / gardening / woodworking / smithing / sculpting / painting / sketching / fighting / riding / reading / writing / composing / cooking / sewing / training / dancing / acting / singing / martial arts / self-defense / sports / technology / cameras / video games / movies / comics / cds / vinyls / cassettes / piano / strings / guitar / harmonica / harp / woodwinds / brass / percussion / gambling / chess / biking / climbing / running / exploring / hunting / caregiving
style ;
lingerie / leotard / cape / dress / tunic / vest / dress shirt / sweater / boots / heels / leggings / trousers / jeans / skirt / earrings / necklace / choker / bracelet / ring / pendant / hat / crown / circlet / helmet / scarf / brocade / cloaks / corsets / doublet / armor / bracers / belt / sash / fur coat / leather jacket / duster / trench coat / hood / gloves / socks / stockings / mask / cowls / braces / wristwatch / pocket-watch / glasses / sunglasses / contacts / makeup / blindfold / eye-patch / uniform
misc ;
balloons / bubbles / cityscape / light / dark / candles / war / peace / greed / wealth / power / clocks / photographs / mirrors / pets / journals / madness / sanity / sadness / happiness / optimism / pessimism / nihilism / kindness / loneliness / family / friends / allies / followers / enemies / smoking / drugs / love / revenge / living / dead / undead / immortal / heartless
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Get to Know me Tag
Thank you @enchanted-lightning-aes for tagging me!
Favorite color: Pink <3 <3
Currently reading: Woodwalker by Emily B. Martin
Last song: Bop by DaBaby
Last series: She-Hulk!
Last movie: I honestly don't know the last movie I watched 😬
Sweet/savory/spicy: Sweet🍬🍭🍫
Currently working on: Bruh barely anything (school been drowning me in work 😭)
I am going to leave this as an open tag for anyone to participate!!
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happy blorbo blursday, nia! so, pick an oc and describe them as a music genre. sending good ~~ vibes ~~ your way! - 🔮⛈
Hey Enchant! Thank you for the asks! I'm gonna do the one you sent me yesterday and the one from a while ago at the same time!
Music ask:
Enya: Jazz
The definitive mom/older sister friend of the group Enya has a calm and comforting personality that fits with the Jazz genre. Her reassurance in herself and her abilities also gives me Jazz vibes, as I often associate the genre with confidence.
Dynamic ask:
I guess the sibling dynamic is something that is very important to me. I mean there are two sets of siblings in ISO, Adhara has an older brother, Virgil, Tyrell has many siblings, and some of the kids in A is for asteroid are adopted siblings
I just like to show strong positive bonds between family in my stories I guess, both blood and not. Plus I have siblings of my own, so it's feels kind of natural for me to add in siblings.
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artists fuck better because we turn sex into art, masterpieces, mattresses become canvases where we can paint our love to someone with bodies.
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when someone is a christian they are not constantly asked their position on the holocaust the transatlantic slave trade the extermination of native americans or any of the thousands of atrocities committed by christians so why do muslims get asked about terrorism and jewish people about israel and are grouped in with specific bad people while christians are not required to explain themselves??
#i am a christian#and it is messed up#it is terrible that some christians feel justified to question other religons#when our religion have also done some pretty fucked up stuff#a lot of it actually
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Oooo~ which show are you rewriting??
I've been pretty good! These past two weeks have been busy busy busy, because of school. But I've also hung out with my friends and gone to school events and stuff, so it's been fun!
I do wish my professors would stop loading me with homework, but that is probably a fool's wish 😔
Hey Enchant!! How are you?? How are classes at uni going? Hope it's not too stressful. Sending good vibes to you!😊
hey there, nia! how great to find this in my inbox! it's like early uni weeks, so things have been meh. like, i'm coping up with things while writing a lil. managed to be 90% done with a first entry of a show's first season rewrite. other than that, i'm doing well and wishing the same good vibes for you! 🌟🌟🌟
also how have you been too??
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30 Days 30 Lines Challenge: Day 14
Note: Part of a new project that I literally started today, Do I have time for a new WIP? No. Am I starting one anyway?
Yes. Yes I am
Night time falls over the bustling metropolis, the streetlights and buildings casting a glow on what would be a dark night somewhere else.
Skyscrapers caress the black sky and though it was night, people were still walking around, most barely even taking notice that the sun had gone down.
This was normal, pretty much expected at this point which is why this city is often referred to as the City that Never Sleeps.
Though the ones living there simply call it New York.
#30 days 30 lines challenge#writiers on tumblr#black writers#female writers#snippet#excerpts#writing excerpts#fiction writing
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30 Days 30 Lines Tag: Day 13
*Crawls from the sea of homework and first week stress and dumps this at you guys feet. *
I can not make up my mind on what the POV for this story is gonna be. Like one second I want to write it in first person, but the next I'm writing in third. *Le sigh*
Anyway this is a "line" (more like a short story honestly) in which Shelbee isn't doing okay mentally and Sam is worried for his sister, but does not understand how to convey that worry as a little child, so he is acting out a bit. All in all the day was not good for either of them. Shelbee is around like 14/ 15 in this scene and Sam is 4. This is my first time writing a younger child's POV, so let me know how I did!
It's long-ish so I put it under the cut
Ps. I don't know if I ever talked about it, but Sam can read minds, it's the power he was born with. It came from his mom (Stephanie). He can also tell the future (kind of), but that isn't displayed in this excerpt.
Sam didn’t know where Shelbee was.
Well no, that wasn’t entirely true.
Her body was standing right in front of him, But he didn’t know where her mind was.
Her thoughts had been unreadable to him for the entirety of the day. It wasn’t that she was blocking him out--she never did that, instead reminding him to not look inside, but it was hard not to and sometimes he forgot--it was that the thoughts themselves didn’t make sense.
They were a mess of images, words, and phrases that while he understood on a fundamental level, could not comprehend with his four year old mind. Even if he had not been as young as he was, the different thoughts were so scattered the wisest soul would have trouble sorting through them
For an hour or two he stayed away from her mind and thoughts not wanting another scare like that, but the fear of that woman broken on the floor began to go away, and his curiosity got the best of him once more.
He almost stopped looking completely when an image of a badly hurt woman flashed past her thoughts. There was red everywhere in the scene, seeping into a wooden floor that Sam didn’t recognize.
He had burst out crying and the image faded from her mind just as quickly as it came, his sister turning all her attention to him.
At times her mind was silent. No thoughts, images, or words.
There was just nothing.
Like right now.
Sam set his wooden dolls on the table and watched as his sister stirred the pot on the stove again and again, the spoon making a clunking sound against the metal.
This by itself would be nothing out of the ordinary, but the fact that she had been stirring the pot for the last ten minutes, after the fire had been turned off was unusual.
"Shelbee I'm hungry!" Sam whined, hoping to get her attention away from the thoroughly stirred soup and back to real life.
"The food's done now."
It seemed to work as she looked up and over at him.
Her eyes were weird and fuzzy, like she wasn't really looking at him. Sam glanced back, but didn’t see anything but the bedroom and bathroom door. She turned back to the woodstove and moved the pot from off of it onto the counter next to it.
He already knew that, but he let her tell him anyway.
She ladled the food into a bowl and sat it in fron of him before sitting down with her own.
Normally, the two would talk to each other as they ate, with Sam showing her the treasures he picked up while they were out, and Shel telling him exactly what each one was. Sometimes she made up things when she didn’t know, but Sam was fine with it, as the stories were fun
Sam was following the usual routine, but Shel was not. Only nodding slowly--she was doing everything so slow today-- and giving the occasional “that’s very nice, Sam”.
After the third time she said it, he began to think that phrase didn’t actually mean anything.
He stopped pulling treasures out of his pocket, and went back to his soup. Tears formed in his eyes, but he wiped them away, making his movements wide and exaggerated, before glancing up.
Shelbee didn’t notice. Just swirled the soup in her bowl.
Her thoughts were empty again.
He kicked the leg of the table hard, the force making some of the soup from his bowl spill out onto the table.
Nothing
He kicked again, making an even bigger mess.
Still nothing.
He kept kicking, each one increasing in ferocity as his anger grew.
Shel didn’t even look up from her bowl
Sam clenched his teeth, and reared his leg back to just behind his chair, and kicked out with the extra momentum he collected.
The kick moved the table with a screech across the floor, and Shel let out a grunt as the table's edge made contact with her midsection.
A loud thud came from the side of him at the same time and Sam felt something luke-warm begin to soak through his pant leg.
He leaned over the side of his chair to find the culprit and saw that his soup had fallen to the floor. The wooden bowl had bounced and was sitting on its side all the way across the room.
The liquid had spilled all over the floor and was slowly spreading and seeping between the cracks of the wooden floorboards.
It’s thickness and eerie light red color reminded him of the hurt lady he’d seen early today, and Sam backed away.
Unfortunately, the chair did not have much room to move on and he tumbled out of it, rolling onto his side .
His head cracked against the hardwood floor.
Sam let out a scream and banged his fists against the floor, frustration, sadness, and anger, all coming out in a wave of emotion that made his chest ache. Tears flowed down his face, as he hiccuped with each breath he took. He kicked out with his legs, and made contact with something solid, that fell with a loud and satisfying thump.
It didn’t hurt, not really-- it sounded way worse than it was -- but it was the last straw for him.
Through his wall of tears he saw Shel come and kneel down next to him.
She reached out for him, trying both to inspect his head and soothe him, but he wasn’t done with his tantrum.
He struggled hard against her grasp, screaming and swinging, tears still streaming down his face. Sam felt his fists connect with skin multiple times, but he was pulled close to his sister anyway. Shel’s hand rubbing his head soft and gentle.
He fought against her hold for a second, but he suddenly felt very tired, and he relented, sinking into his sister's hold, and sobbing into her chest.
“-ry”
Sam realized his sister was saying something, and he turned his head to listen.
“I’m sorry. Sam, I'm so sorry.”
His first thought was that she was apologizing for ignoring and being mean to him today, but as she kept repeating the words, rocking the both of them back and forth on the floor, he thought that maybe she was apologizing for something else, something to do with the hurt woman.
Then Sam was tired of thinking, so he just lay against his sister, letting her rock him back and forth on the floor of their house, the movement lulling him to sleep.
As his eyes closed and unconsciousness took him into its arms, Sam desperately hoped that there would never be another day like this one.
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30 Days 30 Lines Tag: Day 13
*Crawls from the sea of homework and first week stress and dumps this at you guys feet. *
I can not make up my mind on what the POV for this story is gonna be. Like one second I want to write it in first person, but the next I'm writing in third. *Le sigh*
Anyway this is a "line" (more like a short story honestly) in which Shelbee isn't doing okay mentally and Sam is worried for his sister, but does not understand how to convey that worry as a little child, so he is acting out a bit. All in all the day was not good for either of them. Shelbee is around like 14/ 15 in this scene and Sam is 4. This is my first time writing a younger child's POV, so let me know how I did!
It's long-ish so I put it under the cut
Ps. I don't know if I ever talked about it, but Sam can read minds, it's the power he was born with. It came from his mom (Stephanie). He can also tell the future (kind of), but that isn't displayed in this excerpt.
Sam didn’t know where Shelbee was.
Well no, that wasn’t entirely true.
Her body was standing right in front of him, But he didn’t know where her mind was.
Her thoughts had been unreadable to him for the entirety of the day. It wasn’t that she was blocking him out--she never did that, instead reminding him to not look inside, but it was hard not to and sometimes he forgot--it was that the thoughts themselves didn’t make sense.
They were a mess of images, words, and phrases that while he understood on a fundamental level, could not comprehend with his four year old mind. Even if he had not been as young as he was, the different thoughts were so scattered the wisest soul would have trouble sorting through them
For an hour or two he stayed away from her mind and thoughts not wanting another scare like that, but the fear of that woman broken on the floor began to go away, and his curiosity got the best of him once more.
He almost stopped looking completely when an image of a badly hurt woman flashed past her thoughts. There was red everywhere in the scene, seeping into a wooden floor that Sam didn’t recognize.
He had burst out crying and the image faded from her mind just as quickly as it came, his sister turning all her attention to him.
At times her mind was silent. No thoughts, images, or words.
There was just nothing.
Like right now.
Sam set his wooden dolls on the table and watched as his sister stirred the pot on the stove again and again, the spoon making a clunking sound against the metal.
This by itself would be nothing out of the ordinary, but the fact that she had been stirring the pot for the last ten minutes, after the fire had been turned off was unusual.
"Shelbee I'm hungry!" Sam whined, hoping to get her attention away from the thoroughly stirred soup and back to real life.
"The food's done now."
It seemed to work as she looked up and over at him.
Her eyes were weird and fuzzy, like she wasn't really looking at him. Sam glanced back, but didn’t see anything but the bedroom and bathroom door. She turned back to the woodstove and moved the pot from off of it onto the counter next to it.
He already knew that, but he let her tell him anyway.
She ladled the food into a bowl and sat it in fron of him before sitting down with her own.
Normally, the two would talk to each other as they ate, with Sam showing her the treasures he picked up while they were out, and Shel telling him exactly what each one was. Sometimes she made up things when she didn’t know, but Sam was fine with it, as the stories were fun
Sam was following the usual routine, but Shel was not. Only nodding slowly--she was doing everything so slow today-- and giving the occasional “that’s very nice, Sam”.
After the third time she said it, he began to think that phrase didn’t actually mean anything.
He stopped pulling treasures out of his pocket, and went back to his soup. Tears formed in his eyes, but he wiped them away, making his movements wide and exaggerated, before glancing up.
Shelbee didn’t notice. Just swirled the soup in her bowl.
Her thoughts were empty again.
He kicked the leg of the table hard, the force making some of the soup from his bowl spill out onto the table.
Nothing
He kicked again, making an even bigger mess.
Still nothing.
He kept kicking, each one increasing in ferocity as his anger grew.
Shel didn’t even look up from her bowl
Sam clenched his teeth, and reared his leg back to just behind his chair, and kicked out with the extra momentum he collected.
The kick moved the table with a screech across the floor, and Shel let out a grunt as the table's edge made contact with her midsection.
A loud thud came from the side of him at the same time and Sam felt something luke-warm begin to soak through his pant leg.
He leaned over the side of his chair to find the culprit and saw that his soup had fallen to the floor. The wooden bowl had bounced and was sitting on its side all the way across the room.
The liquid had spilled all over the floor and was slowly spreading and seeping between the cracks of the wooden floorboards.
It’s thickness and eerie light red color reminded him of the hurt lady he’d seen early today, and Sam backed away.
Unfortunately, the chair did not have much room to move on and he tumbled out of it, rolling onto his side .
His head cracked against the hardwood floor.
Sam let out a scream and banged his fists against the floor, frustration, sadness, and anger, all coming out in a wave of emotion that made his chest ache. Tears flowed down his face, as he hiccuped with each breath he took. He kicked out with his legs, and made contact with something solid, that fell with a loud and satisfying thump.
It didn’t hurt, not really-- it sounded way worse than it was -- but it was the last straw for him.
Through his wall of tears he saw Shel come and kneel down next to him.
She reached out for him, trying both to inspect his head and soothe him, but he wasn’t done with his tantrum.
He struggled hard against her grasp, screaming and swinging, tears still streaming down his face. Sam felt his fists connect with skin multiple times, but he was pulled close to his sister anyway. Shel’s hand rubbing his head soft and gentle.
He fought against her hold for a second, but he suddenly felt very tired, and he relented, sinking into his sister's hold, and sobbing into her chest.
“-ry”
Sam realized his sister was saying something, and he turned his head to listen.
“I’m sorry. Sam, I'm so sorry.”
His first thought was that she was apologizing for ignoring and being mean to him today, but as she kept repeating the words, rocking the both of them back and forth on the floor, he thought that maybe she was apologizing for something else, something to do with the hurt woman.
Then Sam was tired of thinking, so he just lay against his sister, letting her rock him back and forth on the floor of their house, the movement lulling him to sleep.
As his eyes closed and unconsciousness took him into its arms, Sam desperately hoped that there would never be another day like this one.
#30 days 30 lines challenge#writers on tumblr#female writers#black writers#iso#oc:shelbee#oc:sam#i swear i don't set out to write angst#it just sorta happens#anywho let me know what you think
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Your fifth most recent emoji is what your soulmate thinks about you
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Sorry for disappearing for a bit there! My college semester is starting and I've been moving back into my dorm room.
This being said I might have moments like this during the semester where I am not active for a bit. Don't worry my blog isn't dead, I just got busy with my school work!
I want to try and be more consistent and post at least once or twice a week!
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30 Days 30 Lines Challenge: Day 12
Hi guys! Back with another line!
Peter moves away, and the door gives a little.
A gnarled gray hand pokes through, grabbing at the edge, before the purple magic forms into chains, pulling it shut tight.
The creature screams as its hand is cut off by the closing door, a stream of dark green blood spilling onto the marble floor, before the door slams shut.
Banging comes from the other side, but the chains hold tight, keeping the creatures separated from the rest of the group.
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A New Start
A/N: just a tale of a person finding themselves in a different place.^^
Word Count: 703
TW: None
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Outside a window, darkness slowly faded and splashes of color fill the sky. Vibrant beams of sunlight surfaced into view, accompanied by orange and yellow hues.
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Heyyyy!! I hope your day has been going well! For the writing ask game how about notebook, tw, and pen!!
Hi, Nia!! My day has been very productive, so I'm pretty happy with it :) hope your day was good as well!
notebook ; how many notebooks do you have? do you write in them?
Too many to count. And yes, I actually do! I use one as what I call my "junk" notebook. It's where I let myself not care about format or organization. If I need a piece of paper, I grab that notebook. I also have various notebooks that I use for very specific purposes. I won't bore you guys by listing them all haha.
pen ; what's your favorite font to write in?
I stick with Times New Roman. Because the American education system conditioned me too well /hj
tw ; what's the darkest theme covered in one of your wips?
Definitely the themes of death, war, and violence that are present in What Will We Sacrifice? It's very much about the horrors of war, and I really didn't pull any punches for it lol.
This ask motivated me to write 145 words.
Experiment Total: 7,562
#ah#i too have been conditioned by the american school system#also how do you use all your notebooks#i have so many#but i barely write in them#nia gets her asks answered#Zac 🔥
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