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[aalinaaaaaa]

The Stone Arbiter

Based on the prompt by @flashfictionfridayofficial

Word count: 288 words

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"Charimone, are you there? Charimone..." Desemir entered the upper library, figuring his daughter would be browsing through his collection of books.

A few overhead lamps cast a dim glow over the aisles, with the chandelier in the centre still unlit. The silence lingered the way a blanket of fog would, shrouding his expectations under perpetual shadow.

"Charimone?" He cursed himself as he fumbled for a lighter. Why was he nervous, why was he nervous? Bad enough his wife instilled a sense of disquiet in him. This whole thing is likely a trick, or a trip to a friend's house. He hoped his wife was not onto something.

With a shaky flick of the lighter, he lit the lonely candle sitting on the table. Reflected in its light was a face carved of stone. "Greetings, dear fellow."

"Who are you?" He gasped, darting a step back from the table. The being before him seemed unamused. "You are in need of something."

"Just answer my question." He'd have to ask his guards later about the lapse. No way would this intrusion go unchecked. Maybe it could provide answers.

The visitor clicked its stony claws on the table. "This Charimone you speak of, is she a relative of yours?" When Desemir said nothing, the creature continued. "I am a stone arbiter, keeper of secrets and tomes on behalf of the High Councillor."

"Which one?"

"That is not of importance."

"Why are you here, then?" Desemir propped his arms on the table, directing a narrowed gaze towards the arbiter. This encounter seemed to be going nowhere, yet did he really want it to? His mind flashed the potential of an ugly truth.

"You only wish to know of your daughter's location in her absence."

His nostrils flared. "Where is she?"

"Where have you seen her last?"

"Now is not the time for introspection. I won't ask again, where is she?"

The arbiter's expression held a consistency that Desemir's could not. All was at stake here, it would not be long more before the masses start talking. A week ago since the day he saw her last, weaving a tapestry with her elder sister. The gravity of the situation weighed onto him.

"Then I have no hope for you." It said frankly. "It is only by looking inward you'll find who you're looking for. Recall what I've said and your answer should be clear."

The arbiter propped itself on the stone sword it was holding, and headed on its way.

"You're just here to taunt me, aren't you?" Desemir stood up and put his chair beneath the table. "Fine, leave, head back to the court you came from. Your visit was of no use."

Though it hobbled with the intention of a chess piece, the arbiter had already vanished.

He stood alone with the candle and his thoughts. Deny as he might, he knew what had to be done.

He put the candle out.

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[bebewrites]

for the bluest hour’s beach week - seashore, swimming, sunshine

where the waves break - a book 2 snippet

“Everly, you have to see this.”

“But the others—” she replies, gesturing to the narrow jungle path.

Asher parts the thick leaves like a curtain, revealing a sandy beach and the glittering sea beyond.

“Oh, spirits,” Everly says, taking a step towards it. “Is that—is that the ocean?”

“Either my map is off, or we’re much more lost than I thought.” He grins wide, that adventurer’s spark already aglow in his eyes. “Care to take a detour?”

She takes in the deserted beach, undisturbed sand and cerulean sky as far as she can see.

“I haven’t seen the ocean in…”

The words escape her. The waves are beckoning and she’s been practicing the art of giving in. This feels like something she could surrender to, a handful of moments to herself with her love and the sunshine and the salty sea. It’s a simple folding.

“A hundred years?” Asher finishes for her, voice low.

His grin starts to resemble a smirk.

Then they’re running, and Everly can’t stop the laughter that bubbles out of her chest with every dig of her heels into the sand. She sheds her jacket and Asher tosses a boot over his shoulder with a delighted woop. There are a million other things they should be doing in this moment, but the layers come off and Everly feels weightless with it in a way that is wholly different than when she summons her wings.

“Oh, spirits,” she breathes again as her feet hit the water, voice nearly breaking with the waves. Their clothes and boots are strewn about the beach behind them and the water splashes as they dance into the shallows. Everly stares at the sparkling water rushing away from her calves. Her feet sink into the sand. She wiggles her toes and laughs. Then again louder as she flings the sand from one foot and it lands in the water with a plop. Hadn’t she done this hundreds of times in another life?

Waves rush in and she lets them carry her out, wading in up to her waist. The water is slightly warm from the Firessian sun, but it’s still refreshing after the days’ heat. Asher has already thrown himself completely underwater and emerges wreathed in sunlight, sandy hair dripping onto his bare shoulders.

#thebluesthourbeachweek #thebluesthour #writeblr #this is not very much #and i'm late to the party #but this was in my book 2 doc #i know very little about this book so far but #hey there's an enchanted jungle #and everly sees the ocean for the first time in 100+ years #😌 #wip: tnv

[writingonesdreams]

How black stars rise part 2

Part 1

Summary: In a war with enemy kingdom, Leander has to face loss, but he has never lost someone from his closest circle before.

This couldn't be real. These things don't happen to heroes. They don't happen to us. There is always last minute warning, split second save, tragedy potential to laugh about at night.

This was all a bad dream. It had to be. The certainty that if I woke up now, I would find myself by the fire camp, drenched with sweat with Zephyr and Ace leaning concerned above me, was palpable. I was so sure.

I just had to keep dreaming it, so I wouldn't have to find out.

The dream started before the soldier spoke his name.

From the look and hesitant sloppy poses, I knew something terrible has happened. I knew in that moment that someone very important has died, for this army and for me, and that I was going to be very happy, when I woke up.

There was nothing to do in that second though, then to face it. So I put on the barrier inside myself, strong and vast, to hold a flood back. The world became a little muffled and blurry for it, but when the name fell, at least I could keep standing.

On automatic mode I gave the orders, made the list of the steps until I got to Skye. Seeing her was another hit to the dam, shaking it from top to down, but it held. It was even strengthened in it's new purpose.

We couldn't all be breaking at the same time.

Leaving Ace was only possible, because there was no Ace present to leave.

That greying husk of a fallen soldier, without the spark, without the energy, without the smile, was just a body. A result of biological process called life stopped in it's tracks.

Though I couldn't see any blood drying anywhere. His armor was still on. How was he killed?

Skye, first reluctant to touch me, was now practically hanging off my arm, dead weight ready to fall. I readjusted her position, pulling her closer by the waist. She kept turning back, as if losing sight of Ace would make him disappear.

Would I get any answers? From her? From Zeph?

It didn't matter now. Zephyr wasn't here, in more ways than one. But he could still be pulled back and only she could reach him. I could put him back together, but I couldn't wake him from a frenzy I didn't understand.

I couldn't let myself understand. Not yet.

Maybe this was all a dream after all.

Dragging one broken person to heal another, I leaned on the muffled world around me and walked.

Part 3

#writeblr #my writing #original writing #wip: tears of iron aus #tragic au #thebluesthour

[thebluesthourfics]

i hope my readers find themselves here 😌 with twitter gone this can be our new meeting place

#thebluesthour #yeonbin #fanfiction #ao3 #taegyu #yeonbin oneshots for the soul

[pinespittinink]

excerpt from The Great Glavenisean Theater! can’t wait to get back into this~

taglist 🎉✨(ask to be added!): @sentfromwolves @cabaretofwords @hysteriwah @florraisons

#writeblr #the great glavenisean theater #tggt excerpt #thebluesthour #oc: morgan #oc: seonghwa #oc: travis #travis gets a tag now lmao #my writing #i love writing this entire cast

[laufire-writes]

Gift for @missbrunettebarbie-writer - Rose McGowan as her OC Selina!

[ID: gifs taken from Charmed (season 7 episode 6), of Rose McGowan as Paige Matthews. The first and third ones show close-ups to her (one with her hair up with a white buttoned shirt, looking concerned, her eyes going up and down; another with her hair down raising her eyebrows and pursing her lips, with an olive green shirt): both of them include a layer of a red crescent moon and starts in movement. The second gif shows Paige looking at a raising blue full moon, calling it pretty, and turning around, transforming in a wolf-like creature; it also includes a layer of stars in movement.]

#writeblr edit #thebluesthour #missbrunettebarbie #others' writing #i was thinking about what i'd do for your bday this year #then i remembered THIS episode of charmed and. i couldn't resist sns xDD #captioned

[autumnsky222]

It was late in the evening, or perhaps it was early. Kit sat at the controls, piloting into space. There was nothing around them for days. Distant stars glowed and twinkled. Typically, Kit would have been entranced by the beauty, however, King was getting on her nerves.

He sat with one leg crossed over the other. As always, he dressed sharply, in a suit and fine boots. His short, dark hair was combed away from his face, perfectly. He was busy gazing through things on his Visi-screen, when he said.

"I'm curious, Kit, how does a woman like you end up as a cop?" He looked up from the Visi-screen.

She knew that there wasn't a right way to answer the question. No matter her answer, it would be judged.

"It's a good job, working for the ESA," she said simply.

King seemed to weigh her answer for a moment. "There's lots of good jobs."

Kit rolled her eyes and looked over at him. "What do you want me to say?"

"The truth."

"That is the truth. ESA pays well, they provide housing...I don't understand why you don't believe me."

"Crime pays more."

Kit rolled her eyes.

"And despite popular belief, you'd probably be safer in a life of crime. Chasing down criminals like you do, is dangerous work, is it not?"

"Sure," she shrugged. "But I don't really care that it's dangerous. I help people with what I do. Can you say the same?" She raised her eyebrow, challenging King.

"Sure," he said with a shrug. "With the money I make, I can help anyone I like."

"Can and do are different things."

He turned to face her. His intense eyes met with hers, "I do help people."

Read this story here! King of Diamonds - Autumn Sky - Wattpad

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[yeonbinfics]

Crossroads

Crossroads (part 3)by thebluesthour (ao3)

Rating: General Audiences 

Word Count: 3478

Summary:  Turns out, trying to surprise your wildly famous Korean pop idol boyfriend on his birthday was not as easy as it sounded.

Review: 

this one is a part of a series called crossroads. its not finished, and i wasn't initially going to include unfinished fics on this blog but the way this series is written, i felt like this could also be considered as an ending. 

the series is about idol soobin and yeonjun who lives right across the street from his work building. they see each other one day and fall in love, despite soobin being a busy idol, they decided to work through it and date each other. 

the series i would describe as little glimpses of yeonbin in this universe. and i love that about this series. even if it hasn't been updated in quite a while, it still has this satisfying ending to it. since it is just glimpses of them into their lives, it feels like we aren't missing much anyway? even as this third part ends. it still feels like they’re out there living their lives and in love. and if the author ever chooses to continue the series, it would just be like catching up with an old pair of friends. which is why this series has become sort of a comfort for me. 

although this one, part 3, is a little more angstier. yeonjun shows up at soobin’s photo shoot ready to surprise him for his birthday. but soobin is not happy at all to see him. he’s under a lot of stress and he’s annoyed that he even has to work on his birthday and lashes out at yeonjun and asks him to leave. 

a crushed yeonjun does leave and goes back home not really knowing where they stand. soobin doesn't call and by the time he is getting ready for bed, soobin still hasn't contacted him. this is where the reader thinks well shit, is this it for my happy couple? 

no. soobin shows up in the middle of the night, apologizing to yeonjun. 

its sweet and a little abrupt to the ending but i love how realistic it is. they’re both tired and want to go to sleep after a long day but the fact that they are willing to at least briefly talk it out and acknowledge that soobin fucked up. its just so romantic and domestic. i love that they love each other so much that they can talk it out and the author does a good job at showing us that they have a healthy relationship together. 

its not technically a finished series. at least i think the last time the author said it was still on going? but it doesn't really take away anything from this installment. because at least with this part it feels open ended. they are willing to work it out and it gives the reader this sense of “oh they can work it out, they can last together” and that's enough of a happy ending for me. 

please leave kudos and comments for the author!

#Fluff #Angst #Established Relationship #Alternate Universe #Miscommunication #Series #Word Count: >5k #Yeonbin Fic #Yeonbin Fic Rec #Yeonbin #thebluesthour

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[yeonjun x soobin]

office shenanigan's by thebluesthour (1/1 | 5,311 | G)

soobin has let his rivalry with his workplace enemy yeonjun go on for far too long, so he finally puts an end to it

(author)

#yeonbin fic rec #yeonbin #yeonjun x soobin #txt #one shot #t: office au #t: rivals to lovers #t: enemies to lovers #wc: <10k #c: kpop #rpf

[beljar]

and everything burned in blue.

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

@thebluesthour

#pablo neruda #oil paintings #blue #100 love sonnets #burning #art aesthetic #blue academia #art works #oil on canvas #literature #artwork

[aalinaaaaaa]

Flamebearer // Shards of the Past #1

— °•. Re-introduction

Summary |

For as long as she could remember, Estyia Verlova didn't have to think about her fate. Just go through the motions, become a fine princess, and there she could redeem her reward: a crown of seashells and sapphires alongside the man of her dreams.

But when her home city of Wayderie gets attacked by invading rebels, she finds herself forced to retaliate in the wake of her sister's death — and in doing so, she shocks herself and the world. In her hands burn blue embers, the very divine flames that split her country into shards all those years ago.

She knows all too well the perils of letting Fate near the crown. Too much of Fate's Chaos could lead to disaster. But there are those out there who disagree, and would do anything to have her crowned.

"Love and principle betwixt together, choose one, but never both."

Characters |

Estyia: Princess of Vaer, joint-youngest of four. Specialises in mischief and trickery, but also in floristry, oration and caring for animals.

Cordelia: Crown Princess of Vaer, eldest child. Known for her sweet, noble temprament, she exudes the grace and maturity needed to potentially inherit the throne someday. Also a skilled artist and hopeless romantic, her head often buried in books.

Aurandra: Her Majesty, Zsaras of Vaer. Firm, calculated but devoted to her promises, she is known for her sharp mind and attention-grabbing entrances. However, a keen intelligence can only balance so much.

Rika: But a humble, wandering bard. He's a light-hearted fellow, warm and eager to cheer. Neither his songs nor his tales come without a price, though.

The Recordkeeper: A man specialised in the study of the divine, he is the head scribe of a local temple devoted to Fate and her Saints. Over the centuries, he has wrote various journals and stories on the subject, and would do anything to see Fate in the flesh once again...

Locations |

- Wayderie (Castle)

- Stonegrove Inn

- Therae (Citadel)

- Iskrazhe Beach

- Palace of Arfurlaine

Worldbuilding and Analyses |

- Lyloshka; A Summary (of Selade's main faith)

- Selade's Origins (+ the Fall of the Last Zsar)

- The Royal Lineage of Selade's Current Houses

- Political Structure

- Cultural customs (in relation to Vaer, Kerras, Calentask and Former Delitsyia)

- Education System

- Top 10 Tourist Hotspots (+ Places that Should Not be Visited)

- A Compendium of Saints

- Seladian Folktales

:beyond this line may contain spoilers:

- A Dark Day for Selade, An Analysis of Zabyelta [Night of the Blue Embers]

- The Twenty-Year Winter

- To Amalgamate or Not Amalgamate; the Divisions Between Shard Houses

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(Note, things will be added as time goes on and I'll be sure to update the links.)

Taglists |

General taglist: @thelaughingstag @darlingsmoon @thebluesthourcommunity @wip-nook @original-writing @bigboicol-theflamingcol @thereadingfoz @glassstardust22124

Flamebearer taglist: @scarletteflamerald @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @ceph-the-writing-spook @another-white-hole @outpost51 @rigelus @mattresses-and-macaroni

(If you want to be added/subtracted from any of the taglists, feel free to give me a shout!)

#flamebearer wip #wip intro #wip introduction #writeblr #writing #wipnook #fantasy #writeblr community #alinaaaa's stuff #thebluesthour

[thebluesthourcommunity]

ATTN: All TBH Members

Seeing as #thebluesthour tag is no longer as efficient as I hoped I have decided to come up with an alternate solution.

PLEASE PUT @thebluesthourcommunity ON ANY AND ALL OF YOUR TAGLISTS.

This will ensure I won't miss out on any content you put out and can transfer it to the blog. You can continue to use the tag as well and I will check it but this will hopefully save time and effort on both our parts in case people forget.

I ask that you make sure it is the blog that you tag rather than my personal so it doesn't get mixed up in my own notes.

Thanks guys!

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#blog announcement

[neverneverland]

(thebluesthour)

[mormorando]

me and Ḳ passing thebluesthour posts back and forth:

#look the smoke is blue in the light!!! mhm mhm #mine #Ḳ

[lord-fallen]

THE COLOR OF GREED. A NANOWRIMO 2021 WIP.

➟ SCIENCE FICTION, ROMANCE ➟ POV — THIRD PERSON ➟ MAJOR THEMES —  power, religion, and politics / inheritance and nepotism / familial competition for the throne / mind control / master and captive dynamic (except the master is an heiress and the captive is deadly) / power play

➟ SYNOPSIS  —

In a society where the filthy rich live in the skies and everyone else below, an heiress to one of five noble families is offered a captive as a gift - one with a deadly and, fortunately rare, affinity for mind control. He is one of last and his genetic skill must be kept a secret while the heiress seeks to rob her brothers of their father's throne, all for the hungry desire to rule an inhospitable, divided world.

➟ EXCERPT  —

His blade rattled with vibration whenever its tip came too close to her neck. Once, twice, thrice, he swung it at her porcelain skin and yet it did not touch her. Defying death, she stood as still as an AI, head craned and face unchanged. Her stare, restrained, treaded the line between amusement and coldness like a panther on a hunt. He repeated the act until his blood-thirst wilted and the fruitlessness of his anger dawned on him. And when he looked at her, he heard her mind loud and clear: Done yet? He lost his momentum. For a mere fraction of a second, a mere breath, he wavered. Her arm moved without her body, the white sleeve of her dress dancing as her dagger sliced the air and found refuge in his abdomen. Instead of listening to her conscience, he listened to his own heartbeat roar and succumbed to the agony that followed. Wordlessly, she stabbed him as if he hadn't tried to do the same to her for the last minute, and her blade sunk into his flesh like into a new home. Searching. Punishing. Deeper. Further. Until he could smell his own blood and she finally spoke with a voice of a stone-cold ruler, “Don't be a fool and think you can rob me of my life. Death does not touch us.”

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[pinespittinink]

Ice cream choices for the cast of In the Deep of Trees please ?

Oooh! Yes! Okay let’s see; I did an answer before a while ago about what sort of sundae Titus and Sabine would split buuuut we’re about to get into greater territory here *cracks knuckles* 🍧🍦🍨

Sabine: smooth dark chocolate ice cream with mint and whole cherries accompanying.

Titus: ginger ice cream, dark-chocolate coated raspberries on the side.

Cyril: cucumber-cantaloupe ice cream.

Harmonia: chooses a cone, but it drips down her fingers. lychee-vanilla swirl with sticky rose syrup.

Lialaci: very light refreshing sorbet, limoncello or rose.

Sahil: rich, dark black raspberry ice cream with cloves.

Yelena: salted licorice cone.

Anden: green tea ice cream with paper thin green apple slices on the side.

Ormarie: light lychee ice cream drizzled with honey.

Adrianna: black currant ice cream with candied almonds.

#in the deep of the trees #asks #anon #thank you so much i love anons uwu <333 #anonymous #okay here we go #oc: sabine #oc: titus #oc: cyril #oc: harmonia #oc: lialaci #oc: sahil #lmaooo #oc: yelena #oc: anden #oc: ormarie #oc: adrianna #thebluesthour #for the ice cream beach theme