#key: ink-fireplace-coffee

[lockejhaven]

van i just say that i love how i feel like rpg and dnd gas shaped your writing in terms of description and prose??? and hoe much i love it?? somehow it makes it all come alive and i feel involved or more like inside your writing

I'm one of those people who can imagine the scenes and the books when reading and with your descriptions i get a full on movie scene or cinematic experience

so thanks for writing and thanks for sharing 🥰🥰🥰

(@ink-fireplace-coffee)

»——- 𓆩❤︎𓆪 -——«

Apparently, you're also amazing at finding just the right thing to say!!

I'm so happy you're able to immerse yourself, and that you actually picked up on the RPG aspects. I definitely play a lot of videogames, and my memory/mind is very visual, so the fact that I succeeded in my goal means the world to me.

Making a videogame out of my worlds would be my dream come true; seeing players immerse themselves in my creation and its stories is something I've often dreamed about ❤︎

- of fables and feathers, 🕊️ 𝓛𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓮 𝓙. 𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷

»——- 𓆩❤︎𓆪 -——«

#Anonymous #key: ink-fireplace-coffee #locket answers

[buckybarnesb-tch]

I have put together a list of all of the Smells that I think each designation would possess, mostly good, natural smells but some bad as well that come from negative feelings like Fear and Anxiety

Alphas Good Smells:

Pine Trees

Fireplace

Aftershave

Whiskey

Leather

Old Spice

Burning Wood

Brown Sugar

Apple Pie

Peppermint

Coconut

Toffee

New Car Smell

BBQ

Tequila

Matches

Fresh Money

Dark Chocolate

Bacon

Freshly Brewed Coffee

Maple Syrup

Sandalwood

Gasoline

Patchouli

Seawater

Ginger

Hay

Mahogany

Gunpowder

Pears

Cedar Wood

Amber

Pesto

Sautéed Onions

Funnel Cake

Cigarettes

Blackberry

Fresh Cut Grass

Ink

Snap Fire Crackers

Bad Alpha Smells:

Wet Dog

Rancid Meat

Blue Cheese

Blood

Sweaty Feet

Tar

Betas Good Smells:

Lilies

Bamboo

Champagne

Apricots

Pumpkin

Shortbread

Almonds

Tulips

Pina Colada

Mochi

Raspberry

Macaroons

Sharpies

Baby Powder

Butterscotch

Mangos

Sautéed Garlic

Key Lime Pie

Dove Soap

Peanut Butter

Coal

Black Tea

Wet Forest

Marigolds

Fresh Basil

Lilacs

Vanilla

Soda Flavored Lip Smackers

Bad Beta Smells:

Rotting Fish

Oil

Burnt Popcorn

Tuna

Dog Food

Vinegar

Omega Good Smells:

Chocolate Covered Strawberries

Chamomile Tea

Jasmine

Spearmint

Roses

Old Books

Crème Brûlée

Honeysuckle

Eucalyptus

Marijuana

Citrus

Caramel

Cherry Blossom

Cinnamon Bun

Lavender

Whipped Cream

Apples

Dryer Sheets

Fresh Bread

Aloe Vera

Sea Breeze

Peaches

Magnolia Trees

Thunderstorms

Honeycomb

Cherries

S’mores

Cookies Fresh from the Oven

Blanket Fresh out of the Dryer

Sky After it Rains

Smell of Baskin Robins

Bad Omega Smells:

Burnt Rubber

Rotten Eggs

Bleach

Nail Polish Remover

#alpha omega #alpha #omega #omegaverse #omegaverse dynamics #omegaverse fluff #omegaverse headcanons #Omegaverse imagine #Omegaverse scents #omegaverse au #alphaverse #alpha beta omega #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o headcanon #a/b/o universe

[rose-bookblood]

and i don't want to use the term chronically online but.....cancel an entire language that has been around for centuries and centuries???????

like are you listening to yourself??? i can't believe some ppl

pero nada eh, lo cancelamos lo cancelamos. Como si no existiese la terminación -e (creada recientemente sí, pero existente al fin y al cabo) para designar un género neutro o no binario aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh :')

@ink-fireplace-coffee

The term chronically online low-key annoys me, but in times like this I understand why it exists lmao.

La -e es exactamente lo de que estaba hablando en los tags! No tengo la menor idea de cuántas personas la usan en el día a día, pero la he visto bastante a menudo en internet y creo que se podría convertir en norma muy fácilmente.

En italiano no es tan simple porque ya utilizamos la -e como plural femenino :'( Pero muchas personas (yo incluida) usan la schwa y recién se empezó a ver en algunas traducciones del inglés.

#de todas formas es muyyy irónico que encontré ese take mientras estaba escribiendo en castellano jajaja #friend: carmen ☕ #spanish tag

[diphthongsfordays]

Word Find Game

Look who's finally actually working through my stack of these tags again! This tag comes from the lovely @ink-fireplace-coffee, thanks Carmen!

Coffee (Deathdancer - Ailin POV)

Her parents were already up when she slipped back inside. They were mostly through their first cups of coffee, both muttering over a list of fights for the next few days. Ailin let the door click shut, and their eyes snapped onto her immediately. “Well?” demanded her father, setting down his mug, staring at her. “It’s done,” said Ailin. The words scratched unpleasantly. She wished it was just from the cold night winds and dusty sand. She’d said it before. The proclamation that she’d done what they asked, even though the hope they’d show any real appreciation had died years ago. But until now, it had always been true. When was the last time she’d actually lied to her parents?

Textbook (Deathdancer - Ailin POV)

The crowd roared again. Ailin glanced around, turning her head to make sure they knew she was looking. Several groups pumped their fists overhead, bellowing incoherently. She crouched lower, daggers up, watching him through her hair. They should have started moving, circling each other, but he stayed put, scimitar raised stiffly. He was imitating a textbook drawing, not actually fighting her. He’d almost be better off without the technical knowledge, free to act on instinct instead of trying and failing to emulate techniques that were beyond him.

Crimson (Deathdancer - Ailin POV) (tw injury, death implication)

(for a 23k story that uses the word "red" so much you'd think I'd have this in Niv and the Neverwhere...and yet here we are, lol)

He knows what he’s doing. [Ailin] wasn’t exactly sure how she knew it. She’d seen fast fighters like that before. But there was something about [that was different. The challenger struck again, and this time, Orvon retorted. He took two quick steps, and lunged. Blood sprayed. A howl cut the late morning air, and the crowd fell silent as the challenger fell. Ailin leaned forward, she couldn’t help herself, barely breathing as she strained to see. Blood pooled in dusty sand, crimson in the torchlight, pulsing from the challengers leg. He needs to yield. Orvon stepped forward, and pressed the tip of his sword under the challengers eye. Blood bloomed, reflecting off the polished silver. Yield! You idiot! A wound like that would be fatal in minutes. Maybe less. He’d bleed out in the sand, and the crowd would leave in rushing whispers. Some would never come back. Some would never be able to stay away. Ailin stared at his face, at the color draining rapidly from his features. Ragged breathing rose, the only sound in the entire arena. He didn’t yield.

Intentions (Niv and the Neverwhere)

[Niv] hadn’t tried for any particular magic. She rarely did at the start. The clap was just to key into the power, to let it start building into something malleable. But here, there was no time for shaping anything. From the second her palms hit, from the instant of intention, more magic then the entire world should hold condensed into Niv’s bloodied hands. And suddenly, Niv’s body wasn’t her own. It twisted, muscles screaming, every last part of her burning with power. Niv yelled, blood racing too fast for her veins to contain, and the sound echoed decidedly farther than it should.

I tag (no pressure!!): @sleepyowlwrites, @sharraus, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @akindofmagictoo, @athenswrites, and open tag for anyone who wants it!

Your words are: Food, Words, Leaf, Deny

#deathdancer #niv and the neverwhere #tag games #word find game #my writing #writeblr

[demonictreegremlin]

Compiled Scents

Mustard

Peppermint

Whiskey

Dark Chocolate

Root Beer

Squid Ink Pasta

Wheat

Coffee

Custard

Popcorn

Meatballs

Chocolate Fudge

Chocolate Cake

Barbecue Sauce

Pepper

Carrots

Fresh Fish

Coca-Cola

Tequila

Wine

Bacon

Caviar

Oysters

Chicken Broth

Protein Powder

Ginger

Tea

Vodka

Calamari

Dog Food

Maple Syrup

Licorice

Coconut

Eggnog

Olives

Mud

Wet Forest Floor

Flowing River

Cedarwood

Rusted Iron

Wet Fur

Amber

Forest

Roses

Fresh Blood

Leather

Coal

Mahogany

Cactus

Driftwood

Bones

Salt

Ash

Flint

Shedded Fur

Graphite

Lava

Cattails

Hay

Tar

Obsidian

Charcoal

Gasoline

Vinyl

Engine Exhaust

Satin

Gunpowder

Wet Cement

Velvet

Hot Iron

Frayed Wires

Change

Corks

Cigarettes

Mochi

Pumpkin

Rice

Sushi

Cantaloupe

Gingerbread

Honey

Toffee

Cheese

Gingersnaps

Flour

Filtered Water

Champagne

Molasses

Butter

Tap Water

Breads

Macadamia Nuts

Almonds

Brown Sugar

Rotting Fish

Tuna

Sake

Grapes

Figs

Yogurt

Milk

Hazelnuts

Chestnuts

Banana

Macaroni and Cheese

Peanut Butter

Silver

Earth

Oil

Aluminum

Copper

Clay

Aloe Vera

Fresh Rain

Lilies

Ice

Sand

Glue

Melted Wax

Ironed Laundry

Shoe Shiner

Spray Paint

Rubber

Soap

Wet Plaster

Sparks

Cotton

Instant Film Accord

Fresh Laundry

Burnt Sugar

Lemons

Pina Colada

Bubblegum

Melted Marshmallows

Crème Brûlée

White Chocolate

Sugar

Cinnamon

Whipped Cream

Pineapple

Shortbread Cookies

Maraschino Cherry

Cotton Candy

Lollipops

Papaya

Apricots

Margarita

Peaches

Mint

Candied Orange

Cranberry

Caramel

Raspberry Jam

Key Lime Pie

Frosting

Candied Apple

Meringues

Coconut Pie

Macroons

Sugar Crystals

Honeycomb

Cherry Blossoms

Tulips

Daises

Lavender

Pulveroboletus Ravenelli (a type of sweet-smelling mushroom)

Lip Gloss

Sandalwood

Maple

Citrus of any kind (lemon, orange, grapefruit, lime, etc)

Berries of any kind (strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, blueberries, etc)

Rosemary

Sugar-clove

Moss

Pine

Chocolate

Lemongrass

Cloves

Pomegranate 

Cypress 

Sage

Teakwood

Pecan

Cherry

Rose water

Firewood

Myrrh

Mocha

Machine oil

Red velvet 

Cupcakes/cakes

Pancakes/waffles 

Iron

Shampoos/deodorants

burnt anything

Smoke

Pine Trees

Fireplace

Aftershave

Old Spice

Burning Wood

Apple Pie

New Car Smell

BBQ

Matches

Fresh Money

Patchouli

Seawater

Seaweed

Pears

Pesto

Sautéed Onions

Funnel Cake

Fresh Cut Grass

Ink

Snap Fire Crackers

Wet Dog

Rancid Meat

Blood

Sweaty Feet

Bamboo

Shortbread

Macaroons

Sharpies

Baby Powder

Butterscotch

Mangos

Sautéed Garlic

Marigolds

Lilacs

Vanilla

Soda

Vinegar

Chocolate Covered 

Jasmine

Spearmint

Old Books

Honeysuckle

Eucalyptus

Marijuana

Cinnamon Bun

Apples

Sea Breeze

Magnolia Trees

Thunderstorms

Cherries

S’mores

Cookies Fresh from the Oven

Sky After it Rains

Smell of Baskin Robins

Burnt Rubber

Rotten Eggs

Bleach

Nail Polish Remover

Fresh clean laundry

Wood

Paper (old or new)

Sugarcane

Straw

Rosin 

Cocoa 

Dough 

Oats

Herbs

spices‐ anise, clove, nutmeg, savory paprika cardamom 

Root vegetables 

#a/b/o scents

[the-orangeauthor]

Anmol my dear!! 9, 19, 22 and 28 for the Writing Wrapped Ask Game???

Have a good day/night!! (and remember to stay hydrated and eat stuff that makes you happy!)

(@ink-fireplace-coffee)

Thank you for the asks my lovely ❤️

9. Most important writing lesson you learned this year?

If I keep going back to edit every time there’s something I think could be better I’ll never finish a wip. Instead I got a little journal and made notes in it and carried on or I don’t think I would have finished The Wand and the Wolf this year at all! Let the smaller things go and keep writing, save editing for another time.

19. Summarise your writing project in 5 key words:

Chaotic, familial, persistent, passionate, fated.

22. If your original fic were a movie, what would it be rated?

Idk if this means age rating which would probably be 12 I think just cuz of the few gorey fight scenes, or like, star rating 😅 which would hopefully be 5 stars

28. What are your writing goals for next year?

My next project is actually my first time writing a sequel story and I want it to be just as impactful a story as the first, I’ve been failed by many a sequel before and I do t want to do the same!!

Also to just really continue on focusing on what makes writing fun, this community, not being held back by the original ideas, the extra curricular writer activities like mood boards and graphics !!

#anmol answers #writing asks

[memento-morri-writes]

okay so if you were to write a not soulmates but twin flames wip

what would be the vibes of it?? it doesn't have to be like an explanation of a wip you already have if it applies to the trope but just aesthetics and vibes you'd associate with it

(@ink-fireplace-coffee)

hmmmm, this is interesting!!

So, I think that twin flames sounds more platonic?? So, if the two people ever really "got together" (because the concept of twin flames being that you were one person, and will be one person (or soul) again) doesn't necessarily imply that you'll be together on this earth/in this life), then it would probably be a QPR or "platonic soulmates" scenario.

I like this idea because supposedly you can have multiple soulmates (romantic partners that you would work really well with), but only one twin flame. So, yeah.

Okay, as for actual story vibes... I have no idea. But let's try.

"where you go, I go."

"I'm not leaving."

"we're in this together"

their love saving the world / breaking a curse in a way that romantic love is traditionally used to.

sacrificing yourself for the good of the other (be it giving yourself up as part of a bargain, or a more literal sacrifice)

"I never realized how much I needed you until you were gone."

bickering like an old married couple

since they're two halves of the same person, I imagine they'd be rather opposite or different in some key ways. (maybe one never thinks things through and acts on emotion, and the other holds all the critical thinking skills, etc.)

I hope any of this made sense?? I know "twin flames" is usually a romantic concept, at least from what I've seen or heard (I mean, when you google it, it's always mentioned in reference to soulmates, and platonic soulmates are not a very common trope.) but I really, really like the idea of them being platonic. I mean, it's kind of weird to date "yourself", right?? And also, platonic relationships are very underrated.

#Morrigan replies #Carmen ☕ #twin flames #thank you for the ask Carmen!!

[doccywhomst]

So, it's a well know fact that Eight smells of honey, so what do you think the rest of the Doctors would smell like (Yankee Candle Gallifrey Limited Edition Scents Range?)?

this is an incredible question, and i'm extra excited to answer it because i have smell-color/texture synesthesia! most of my senses overlap significantly - so let's switch on the smell-o-vision and see what's up.

first doctor: the attic. dust, vanilla, clean linen, wool. creaking floor boards. the smell that i associate with a bright window in a dark room. warmth. old, yellowing books. humming. somewhere in the distance, windchimes.

second doctor: the back garden. gardenias, petunias, roses. sweet but earthy. grass and rich, damp soil. cold water. a brook babbling over large, rounded rocks. a recorder. two people talking quietly, then laughing.

third doctor: the garage. metal, oil rags, newspapers, old boxes. clean clothes and grimy hands. a sigh of relief. someone scratching out notes with a fountain pen. operatic singing, including the instrumentals.

fourth doctor: the parlor. honeyed whiskey, smoke, old rugs, books. a drunken game of charades. a gramophone playing softly. glasses clinking. loud, booming laughter. scattered applause and a bow.

fifth doctor: the lawn. freshly cut grass, a cup of afternoon darjeeling with lemon. falling asleep in the sunshine while reading. "tangy." daisy chains. birds singing, friends strolling. ozone - chances of rain later. pages turning.

sixth doctor: the scullery. eggs, toast, ham, and fresh fruit. a spice cabinet. lavender soap. freshly-brewed coffee: two creams, three sugars. morning sunlight through a window prism. reading the paper with your feet up. a friendly and intellectual discussion.

seventh doctor: the library. ink, parchment, leather, your grandfather's cologne. brass knobs on locked mahogany doors. a clock ticking on the mantle. vases filled with fresh lilies. dusty photo albums. someone muttering. typewriter keys clacking. ding.

eighth doctor: the music room, adjacent to the library. the scents mingle with lemon furniture polish, old brocade upholstery, and oil paintings. velvet and satin. darjeeling with honey. an open window. sandalwood. a violin: the whole house sings with it.

shalka doctor: the basement near the cellar. red wine, cheese, oak, cinnamon. chaise lounges, wooden chests, decorative beaded lampshades from the 1920s. an Édith Piaf record plays quietly. framed sepia pictures on every surface. a fireplace glows with embers; he's taking a nap. there's a plate of snickerdoodles on the mantle. (thanks, six.)

war doctor: he hasn't been home in a while.

ninth doctor: the main stairway, just past the foyer. a little trace of every room, plus the metal slag and sulfur on his clothes. a dab of vanilla. halfway up the stairs or halfway down? up, he decides. humming, he reaches the top and wipes the blood from his boots. he hangs his jacket on a hook and smiles.

tenth doctor: the master bedroom, if you can call it that. it's mostly storage space: boxes, filing cabinets, drawers, antique desks, and shelves crammed with mementos. maps cover the walls, but he rarely looks at them. his bed is always made, and never slept in. wood pulp, musk, candle wax, ink, and roses.

eleventh doctor: the games room. chalk, polish, tea brewing, a splash of whiskey from the decanter. billiards and backgammon sets. the Candy Land and Monopoly boxes are well-loved but shelved. the arcades along the back wall are dark and dusty. in a corner, a man plays both sides of chess. he sighs.

twelfth doctor: the office. wood paneling, Persian rugs, a jukebox. piles and piles of ungraded essays. a coffee with ten sugars and a peeled orange. black nail polish, chocolate, spice. every book in the room has been read and annotated, twice. dents in the ceiling from throwing and catching a cricket ball. somewhere, a guitar strums. laughter.

thirteenth doctor: the balcony. fresh air. a hammock creaks. an empty flask of vodka, pink sunglasses, rainbow socks with toes. crystals and half-finished machines litter the stone. plants in painted pots, little gurgling fountains, trays of homemade incense baking in the sun. oh, and windchimes.

so, this turned into a bit of a poetry project, haha.... oops. if you got this far, i congratulate you. in the same way that Yankee Candle names can be very abstract, i wanted to capture the general mood of the doctors' scents and how they relate. ❤

#a lil callback to the beginning haha.... see what i did there..... anyway......... #doctor who #classic who #first doctor #second doctor #third doctor #fourth doctor #fifth doctor #sixth doctor #seventh doctor #eighth doctor #shalka doctor #ninth doctor #tenth doctor #eleventh doctor #twelfth doctor #thirteenth doctor #all the doctors #doccy answers #doccy writes

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

WIP Intro: The Personsmith

[ID: a book cover mockup with a dark-blue background. The title at the top reads "The Personsmith" in all capital white letters. Below, there's a sketch made with white lines of an outstretched hand holding a vial. In the liquid in the vial, there is an eye floating. The hand has marks around it showing a sort of shining. At the very bottom, "Oleg Bell" is written in white letters /end ID]

“Come one, but not all, get the keys to lost doors and the doors to lost secrets. Come, those who need mending and fixing!” he called, and nobody came.

Title: The Personsmith

POV: third person, past tense, fairytale-style narration

Estimate length: 1-2 k, very short story

Genre: existentialism, supernatural, feel-good.

Themes: self-discovery, person vs. society, winning against all odds, mysterious magical people, hidden strengths.

Characters:

The maiden

[ID: a dark-blue banner with the white outline of a vial, a key on each side. /end ID]

She's a good sister and a good daughter, and she's about to become a good wife. She does all that is asked of her, a nice smile always on her face. She does not know why she suffers through every day, or why does it hurt every time someone calls her a pretty girl, or why she cherishes a name that can never be hers.

The Personsmith

[ID: a dark-blue banner with the white outline of an eye in a moon crescent, a dagger on each side. /end ID]

Who is he? What does he do? What does he want, calling strange calls from his strange gray wagon? Is he selling something? Is he trading? What sort of things does he offer, and what is his price?

The Village

n[ID: a dark-blue banner with the white outline of a human skull, a candle in a candle holder on each side. /end ID]

The village lives by its way, generation after generation. It is not cruel, it is not bad, it's just a place that has traditions and roots. You'll do well in the village, and long as you do what you're expected to, as long as you stay in your place.

***

Tagging the general taglist: @rainycatto @wizardfromthesea @arbitreneart @dandelion-tea @lady-of-himring @47crayons @pagesofcursive @apocalypsewriters @lockejhaven

Tagging the people who showed interest, please tell me if you want to be on the taglist for this: @writeouswriter @cryptid-s-wips @enchanted-lightning-aes @euphoniouspandemonium @whisperingsunrise @47crayons @andiwriteunderthemoon @lexiklecksi @underwoodinc @another-wannabe-novelist @cheerfulmelancholies @ink-fireplace-coffee @haunted-stranger-garden @cassieroo @annoyingwritingtrash

#oleg's writing #wip: the personsmith #wip intro

[zonnemaagd]

A PAIR OF SEVERED THREADS | a DUOLOGY by KATRIELLE

After the wind blessed the world with life, after the spirits formed the mountains and the seas, the threads of fate have become tangled, exposed, and there are plenty of those looking to sever them, to take hold of them, and control their own fate.

Book 1 | A GUST OF RISING WIND Introspective Fantasy | Hope | Humanity | Ambivalence | Anxiety

ABOVE THE CLOUDS lives Phei, a halfling harpy. She is the only person who hasn’t seen the world beneath the impenetrable clouds. But when she discovers that the surface-world will soon face grave danger, nobody seems to care.

   Eager to escape her home, to find her ancestors, and to discover her place in the world, Phei finds an opening in the clouds and glides down. But the world below the clouds has already collapsed, as the last remainder of humanity struggles to survive, unaware of the impending threat.

Main Characters

Phei Sageblossom : idealistic and stubborn, all to a fault

Noh’Ak : last heir of a forgotten race, show-off with a broken heart

Aspen : when everyone leaves, you stop trying to hold on

Side Characters

Oblivia : Phei’s childhood friend

Hanabi : spirit guard of yesterday’s flaws

Edel :  mysterious weaver of fate

Lyra : both the bridge to the future and the anchor of the past

Book 2 | A GALE OF FALLEN LEAVES High Fantasy | Hope | Humanity | Ambivalence

WITH THE SPIRIT WORLD INTACT, the world takes a much needed respite. Yet in the south, an eternal empress opens her hidden city, looking to reclaim that which was deemed lost.

    Kanti, a young ka’tah, teams up with Aspen to head south and find his parents. But the two end up in an age-old conflict. They get wound up in a web of lies, listening to promises of power, of a future. They know it isn’t the right thing to do, but do they really have a choice?

Main Characters

Kanti : lost demon, vowed to never be powerless again

Aspen : you cannot outrun your reflection

Oblivia : if you are given the key to the future, what do you do?

Side Characters

Lyra : her reputation that of an empress, strengthened by the unknown

Osun : the immortal empress in the south, ravishing in the chaos

Raven King : a king without a kingdom

EXCERPT |

           She sits down onto the broken pebbles in front of the statue, as if in prayer. Hazel eyes close, reaching out. The world around her is dark, devoid of life. Only the rumbling of something can be felt from below. Wary, fully aware of Edel’s warning, she reaches out. She can feel the forest on the other side, how beautiful it is, ethereal, pure.            Her sky-blue spirit fills the darkness. It rages, out of control, but it still seeps down into the floor, intrigued, drawn towards the rumbling. Underneath the earth, the world smells different, almost rosy.            She could feel it now, the pull of the spirit world. It pulled on her spirit, like gravity, unavoidable. But she has trained for this. Her body tenses, focusing beyond what was possible. Shaking, her spirit makes contact with the spirit world, her body bracing for impact.           But the other world doesn’t burn. It’s essence is warm, welcoming. Upon contact, she gets up, eyes still closed. Tethered to another world, she walks around, sewing the rift shut, trusting her spirit to lead her on. Easier than expected, she can feel the other world fading away.            Hazel eyes open again, her spirit lighter. The earth rumbles, causing Aspen outside to rush herself to her feet.            The rumbling does not last long. Vines retreat back into the earth, taking many leaves and branches with them. In only a few seconds, the dense jungle has changed into a forest with only a couple trees and brushes, sunlight burning through without a problem.            Phei twirls around, eyes wide, enjoying the sun caressing her cheeks.

FILM POSTER | MASTERPOST | LORE | SOUNDTRACK

taglist for Gust :

@ink-fireplace-coffee | @write-the-stars-and-shadows | @henrike-does-writing-sometimes | @ladywithalamp | @chazzawrites | @writingonesdreams | @generalblizzarddreamer | @peepos-prose | @writing-is-a-martial-art | @dahladahlabills | @ofbloodandflowers | @magic-is-something-we-create | @ettawritesnstudies | @47crayons | @inkflight | @thelaughingstag | @writing-with-l | @immunetoliteraryanalysis​ | @strangerays​

#gust #gale #threads #writeblr #fantasy

[lockejhaven]

Red and grey for the color mutual ask game!!have a good day/night!!

(@ink-fireplace-coffee)

»—���- 𓆩❤︎𓆪 -——« From this ask game

Red: "Pls DM me I want to be friends" Grey: "Mutual that is so smart and cool and I love to hear your thoughts pls continue to share your musings w/ me"

Awh, thank you so much!! I will absolutely do my best to continue sharing my chaos with you, and you're always welcome to ask any and all questions, or even just, scream at me in my inbox or tags !

As for dming you... do you happen to have discord, or would you prefer a DM through Tumblr? c; ❤︎

- of fables and feathers, 🕊️ 𝓛𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓮 𝓙. 𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷

»——- 𓆩❤︎𓆪 -——«

#Anonymous #key: ink-fireplace-coffee #locket answers

[millenniumfae]

Asexual Aesthetics

Galaxy Ace

Character merch and plastic clutter. Oversized sweaters. Purring cats. Vintage typewriters. Stickers on your laptop. Herb gardens on the porch. Colorful tattoos. Bulky headphones. Enamel pins. Mismatched socks. A freshly-printed newspaper. Rainbow sherbet. Glitter lipgloss. Crystal collections. RP blogs. Fairy lights.

Deepwoods Ace 

Nails clipped short. Old competition trophies. The heat of the desert. Scented candles. Classic rock songs. Messy work table. Dipping fries into milkshakes. Vampires and werewolves. Salted nuts. Playing the guitar. The smell of petrol. Salt-curled hair. Barbecuing burgers. Cucumber sandwiches. Iron-on patches on denim. 

Liminal Ace 

Crystal chandeliers. Dark lipstick. Streetlamps on wet concrete. Cherry-flavored hard candies. Burned cigarettes. Long acrylic nails. Blinking neon signs. Old ballet shoes. Heavy perfume. An empty wallet. Meat served rare. Black tights. Forgotten diner restaurants. Loose change and keys. Pet rats. Instagram pictures. Bath salts.    

Thunderstorm Ace 

Colorful scarves. Iced coffee. Frankincense and myrrh. Saltwater taffy. Beads hung on strings. Soft linen shirts. Espresso coffee. Summer at high noon. Vintage vinyl collection. Woodfire oven baked pizza. Old pianos. Filled notebooks. Messy shoe closet. Pearls. Ripped skinny jeans. Sugar packet collection. Rolling gold wheat fields.

Equinox Ace 

Crackling fireplaces. Red wine. Soft knitted mittens. Modern art galleries. Darkwood floors. Black ink stains. The late morning sun. Sleek carbon fiber. A warm kitchen. Smudged red lipstick. Gold-framed mirrors. Missed calls. Herbal teas. Seattle cafes. Stiletto heels. Rubber band balls. Antique furniture. The sound of cars driving by. Magazine collection.

#asexual #asexuality #ace #acesthetic

[mooshys]

hq + hogwarts house sorting

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CONGRATULATIONS on your acceptance to HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY on JANUARY 16th, 2021. 

Below are the houses with which some of our finest students have been sorted into along with key characteristics pertaining to them. Each house is equal, but the one you are sorted into will hold a dear place in your heart as your housemates will be like your family. Feel free to get acquainted with the customs of each house in the days before the first term. 

I wish you all the best with your sorting ceremony,

AURORA

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GRYFFINDOR ➝ daichi, ushijima, iwaizumi, aran, yaku, tanaka, nishinoya, hoshiumi, hinata, goshiki

HOUSE AESTHETICS ➝ freckles on your nose from sun exposure, the horizon seen from the top of a mountain, freshly squeezed orange juice, beat up sneakers from years of wear, wildflower bouquets, rubies on a crown, old movie tickets kept in your pocket, lightning storms in the summer, dirt paths leading you to a forest, apple pie baked in the morning, bandages wrapped around your fingers, cherry lip balm, fraying denim, popping of champagne bottles, t-shirts tossed to the side to dive headfirst into a lake, names carved on the trunk of a tree, mismatched earrings, stained glass windows with sunlight filtering through them

LOVE FOR A GRYFFINDOR ➝ forehead kisses, engulfing you in back hugs and rocking you from side to side while humming, singing along to your favorite song, a polaroid picture of you in their wallet, introducing you to their family with pride in their eyes, holding your hand tighter when navigating through a crowd, getting you a locket with a photo of you two as a birthday gift, saying “I love you” as soon as they realize

WHAT SETS THEM APART ➝ the ones willing to take the jump without knowing if the water is too cold or too shallow, the ones who stand by your side and fight for what is right, the ones who are not afraid of what others think, the ones who run to the ends of the earth for you, the ones who are fearless

SHENANIGANS IN THE COMMON ROOM ➝ bringing in plates of food from the great hall and creating different concoctions in the middle of the night, making giant pillow forts and chatting there until the early morning, sneaking out to the quidditch pitch to watch the sunrise

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SLYTHERIN ➝ oikawa, tendou, semi, daishou, sugawara, atsumu, osamu, sakusa, futakuchi, shirabu

HOUSE AESTHETICS ➝ silver jewelry that never tarnishes, fur coats to keep you warm in the winter, the perfect red lipstick, dark chocolate covered strawberries, renaissance paintings, vines of ivy scaling castle walls, drips of wax from a candle stick, the sounds of an orchestra reverberating through an opera house, black turtlenecks, gold fountain pens, espresso from rome, leather gloves, crescent moons, head busts of roman emperors, wire rimmed glasses, silk, blackberries picked from your home garden to make jam, berets, flute glasses being held for a toast, gold cufflinks with a family emblem, pristine robes

LOVE FOR A SLYTHERIN ➝ banter going back and forth as flirtatious plights, making fun of cheesy movies together, gifts of jewelry for anniversaries, kisses on your neck, your perfume being their favorite scent, retreats to a winter cottage for vacation together, shielding you from the rain with their coat during an unexpected storm, whispering “I love you” in your ear in the middle of a crowd to see what kind of reaction you’d give them

WHAT SETS THEM APART ➝ the ones who walk in a room and command its attention, the ones who seize the day with an iron grip, the ones who know their talents and polish them until they shine brightest, the ones who walk with their heads held up highest, the ones who are exceptional

SHENANIGANS IN THE COMMON ROOM ➝ poker nights with sweets from honeydukes used as chips, wizard chess bets leaving some of the younger students broke after multiple heated game, putting toads underneath blankets as a prank and the perpetrators waking up with a jelly-leg curse

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HUFFLEPUFF ➝ asahi, bokuto, hanamaki, matsukawa, komori, yamaguchi, yachi, lev, koganegawa

HOUSE AESTHETICS ➝ picnic spreads in front of a sparkling lake, sunlight illuminating your irises, washi tape, amber gemstones held up to the sky, the last string of honey stuck on a spoon, letters from friends and past lovers stored in an old cookie tin, green pastures with cows grazing the land, roasted chestnuts, rows of tulips, lace sewn on your sleeves, wooden figurines, lazing underneath a willow tree, paint brushes, walnut brownies baked after dinner, sheen on the highest points of your face, seashells kept from the beach, fluffy clouds shaped like animals, cookies wrapped with parchment paper and tied with twine

LOVE FOR A HUFFLEPUFF ➝ groggily mumbling “five more minutes” in the morning before getting out of bed because they love the way your body is pressed against theirs, always making two cups of coffee in the morning, putting a blanket over your body when you’re sleeping on the couch, getting your favorite ice cream pint at the supermarket even though you didn’t write it on the grocery list, being the first one to text you on your birthday, showing “I love you” through remembering all the things that make you special

WHAT SETS THEM APART ➝ the ones who always stop and lend a hand, the ones who give up what is theirs if it benefits others, the ones who never forget your name, the ones who make the biggest sacrifice, the ones who are altruistic

SHENANIGANS IN THE COMMON ROOM ➝ sitting near the fireplace and roasting s’mores together, dance parties and clanking of butterbeer glasses to celebrate the end of exams, playing a game of pictionary instead of doing homework

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RAVENCLAW ➝ kuroo, kita, kiyoko, kenma, hirugami, akaashi, suna, ennoshita, terushima, kunimi, tsukishima, kageyama

HOUSE AESTHETICS ➝ passing notes stained with coffee in secrecy, sugar cubes dissolving in a cup of tea, constellations telling stories from generations past, violets, blankets of soft snow seen outside your window, chunky boots, running your fingers across a velvet blanket, sleeping with a book covering your eyes from the sun, stardust, notes written next to your favorite scene in a play, gold trimmed letters, ink smeared on fingers, the tail of a cat swinging back and forth, telescopes, mascara smudged at the corners of your eyes, a scarf knitted by a close friend

LOVE FOR A RAVENCLAW ➝ two a.m. facetime calls talking about anything and everything until it’s silent on both ends and neither of you mind because time spent together is never a minute wasted, chaste kisses when passing through rows of shelves in the library, sharing your favorite songs with each other, reading a book because you offhandedly mentioned it once, falling down the rabbit hole and never wanting to escape, writing “I love you” at the corner of your notebook and waiting until you notice

WHAT SETS THEM APART ➝ the ones who pause and always pick the right words, the ones who devise plans like no other, the ones who try to understand everything the universe has to offer, the ones who will go above and beyond to change the system, the ones who are erudite

SHENANIGANS IN THE COMMON ROOM ➝ students gathered together with bowls of popcorn to watch a meteor shower, jeopardy games regarding historical magical figures being played with the stakes of winner getting their homework done by everyone else for a week, all nighters dedicated to deciphering ancient text

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#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #hq #hq!! #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons #hq x hp #karasuno #aoba johsai #seijoh #inarizaki #shiratorizawa #fukurodani #<- I am not tagging all the characters lmao #bring back 2015 aesthetic lists #the first time I got sorted I was a ravenclaw #the second time I got sorted I was a gryffindor #someone stop me from making hc lists it's like a curse at this point

[alexwritesfiction]

i also want to play this game: cast mutuals as tsoa characters 👀

(@ink-fireplace-coffee)

omg you’re killing me ;-;

@cool-but-confused as patroclus bc vEry gay vibes with also a lot of no internal chill but also soft vibes would 1000% fall for their bestie in a roommate au (i’m sorry mila)

@ink-fireplace-coffee as achilles bc i can see u fighting wars and loving someone so fiercely and yessss omg you fit this whole aesthetic

@euphoniouspandemonium as briseis (i’m sorry but every single character in this book is flowing with angst) bc yes sweet briseis and also i can see you lead an awesome low-key life after losing the love of ur life and just sighing and retreating into the woods-

@jurdan-my-beloved as odysseus bc i can see u convincing the Worst Person Ever to do something good and also you’re a part of the friend squad for life even in a war so like,,,yes

(finn would be like overall almost every single one of these bc yes but he’s not online rn so ;-;)

i wouldn’t dare tag anybody as Achilles’ mom (never)

send me CYM games :D

#ask game #carmen bestie <3 #jana #mila #finn

[diphthongsfordays]

Writing Bucket List Tag Game

Tagged by @writingonesdreams, @kari-writes-stuff, and @akindofmagictoo thanks so much!! This is a fun one!

Rules: list wips you would like to finish in your lifetime and optionally reasons what's holding you off them and how far you want to get them (publish/post etc)

Firetide Rising: I'd like to get the whole series finished. All four books, lol. Like, properly finished, with multiple drafts and editing and sensitivity readers and whatnot. I might self-publish it someday, not really sure. I probably wouldn't traditionally publish it though, I feel like it breaks a lot of rules and there's stuff I'd have to change with traditional publishing that I don't want to change lol.

The biggest issue I'm having with writing it is that I did NOT plan well when I started lol. It was the first thing I tried writing after close to four years off doing basically no writing, and it was not supposed to be so ambitious. It started out as just a fun little book about a girl befriending some dragons, and then proceeded to reeeeaaaally get away from me, lol. I need to go back and properly outline the whole thing, and deal with multi-book arcs and subplots and all sorts off nonsense. Someday... :-)

Deathdancer: My current wip. It's a standalone fantasy, and I would love to properly finish and perhaps publish it someday. Probably self-publishing, but who knows, lol.

Death by Dawnlight: This is one that I'm not even sure I can call a wip? It's based on this idea I have about demons that spawn out of sunbeams, and the ramifications that has had on the world. I have some basic world-building, and a cast of key characters, but no real story that I'm telling yet. There are so many moving pieces for this, and the world-building needed is so extensive, that I haven't really made this a primary wip ever. It just requires so many decisions lol. If I dm'd though I'd turn it into a campaign setting because honestly the worldbuilding slaps :-)

Chance Magic: I don't have a good title for this. The working title is "Dealer of Death" but I'm not sold on that lol. It's very light on actual plot events, and very heavy on character interactions and growth, so I've been struggling with parts of it. But I really love the characters, and the setting, and the tropes I've leaned into for the conflicts. Also the magic system is really fun to write. Again, I might self-publish it someday. First I have to actually write it though, lol. I took a break from it to work on Deathdancer.

Stormshaper: I almost didn't put this on here, because I've basically started and 100% scrapped this story like five times. The original one was about a young woman who didn't know she had storm magic, a big political mess, and self-worth and redemption. Which sounds lovely on paper, but just was not working for me lol. I think it's because the character I was trying to write wasn't who the character I had in my head was. Someday I want to reconcile that, and actually turn this into a proper story even if I never publish it.

I tag (no pressure!): @sleepyowlwrites, @afoolandathief, @thegreatobsesso, @ink-fireplace-coffee, and open tag for anyone who wants it!!

#tag games #writing bucket list tag game #writeblr

[akindofmagictoo]

manuscript search tag game

thank you @pepperdee ❤️ 

my words are sour, dry, space, sigh 

sour (Hurricane) 

The cell in Newhaven had been unpleasantly reminiscent of the stuck door back near East Point. It had been better when they were the ones with the keys, and better when Theo and Tempest and the others were there, but nonetheless it was a night she’d rather forget. In the darkness behind her eyelids, she was back there once more, stuck behind a door she couldn’t open, powerless. Then her mind pulled her further back, and she was nine years old again, wedged into a hiding place that suddenly offered not safety but terror. A supply cupboard had seemed an excellent place to hide from Aria, but the fun had quickly soured when the door locked behind her. 

Her eyes flew open. She fixed her gaze on the one lantern burning in the bunk area. She wasn’t in a cell, nor a changing room, nor a supply closet. She was aboard a ship, in her hammock, right where she belonged. No need to panic, Aella. 

dry (Dragonsong) 

Enya. Isi nodded and heaved herself up to her feet. Her chest ached in protest, but she didn’t think she’d broken any ribs. She might just have some spectacular bruises. The mother dragon’s blood was starting to dry on her blade, so she wiped that on her surcoat beside the smears her hands had left, a bright smear on the black fabric. 

space and bonus dry (this flashback is technically the first time we hear about Brendon and it sure doesn’t make him look good. I mean, it’s pretty accurate. (this is Robin and Isi talking, in that order)) 

“I can’t become a knight, not now. What’s the use in being a squire? For you or Tor Brendon?” 

“You’ll be safe and fed and dry.” And what was to say he couldn’t learn to fight from horseback? There must be ways around it. 

“Brendon won’t—”

“Brendon made it clear that he doesn’t want you as a squire. So what you do with your life is no longer his problem. I won’t oblige you to stay. But there’s space in my house for you to stay as long as you want to. Even if it’s just one night.” 

sigh (Dragonsong) 

Where was the blood coming from? She couldn’t even tell. But there was more than there should be, she knew that much. If Sierra had—Isi could barely entertain the thought, but she knew she’d never be able to forgive herself. How had she not realised before this? She should have been paying more attention to her people. If she had, she’d have seen Sierra go down. What if she was too late here, too? 

Sierra’s eyelids fluttered and she stirred weakly. “Isi?” 

Isi let out her breath in a heavy sigh. “You’re alive.” 

“Takes more than that to get rid of me,” Sierra mumbled. 

I will tag @wannabeauthorzofija @talesofsorrowandofruin and @ink-fireplace-coffee to find circle, cuff, cough, clear 

#tag game #manuscript search tag #wip hurricane #hurricane excerpt #wip dragonsong #dragonsong excerpt