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Thinking about how to further "fantasify" kingdoms in my book worlds has led me down some interesting rabbit holes, so here's a quick concept for the turtle that carries the kingdom of Yggdrasil on its back. It roams the various oceans, taking the avariel and harpies that live on it on little cruises around the continents.

His name is "Davrielis", or "Dav" for short (so the kids can pronounce it) because my boyfriend insisted on calling him Dave.

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Part 1 / ??? of drawing animal companions in my books because I think they're cute, and there's a lot of them. -> Pooki !

He had another name before, he's sure, but he doesn't remember the prince ever calling him anything else. He's very curious, and yes, the flowers on his horns are grown naturally-- he's very proud of them! His horns are usually decorated in gold tinsels to match his owner's hair.

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Characters Out of Context ✧･ﾟ: *

Thank you for the tag, @thesoftestofpetals, and for making me go back through over 160 pages of writing. There was surprisingly a lot in there I didn't remember. I'll be using my main current WIP, TLPOY, because that cast is so large in characters, barely anything repeats.

Rules: Include one character quote of your choosing ⁠from each chapter of your WIP (or as many chapters as you'd like). Give absolutely no context, save for what's between two parts of an interrupted sentence, should that occur. You may mention who said it. Have fun! No pressure!

Tagging, @crowandmoonwriting , @fayeiswriting , @digital-chance , @ryns-ramblings, @camillenrose , and anyone else who wants to try this! Here's an open invitation. c:

There's a lot of chapters, so they're under the cut.

Chapter 0 || The Rabbit & the Moon -- Hayes

Keep her safe for us. I’m sorry.

Chapter 1 || An Act of Love -- Aeriel

“Thalion Cottontail Helvyn-Falamir, is that in any way the correct form to hold a baby?!”

2 || To Ruin a Kingdom -- Jesuin

 “Elanoriel?” Lord Jesuin looked back towards the flowers growing outside the study’s window sill. “You named her after the flowers?”

3 || My Life, Yours -- Magnolia

She continued as though she hadn’t noticed the glare, “To eat and to lick things is to learn.”

4 || Beauty is a Beast -- Roescia

One bite– that’s all it’d take to snap their pretty neck in two, and then– a feast, to her youth. 

5 || The Little Fox Prince -- Elanoriel

“I keep all of your embarrassing gifts and love letters, they make my heart sing and make good blackmail material should the need arise.”

6 || An Unexpected Party -- Marcus

“Your lavender plants need less water.” 

7 || The Princess Bride -- Maid

‘I thought their master sculpted both of them out of clay in his grief over losing his own child, and the gods felt pity and gave them life?’

8 || Of Thorns and Roses -- Elanoriel & Amalthea

“And if they do-” [I get stabby?] “You get stabby.” 

9 || A Girl by Any Name -- Draycen

“Gossiping like an old wyrm, are we?”

10 || Dragon in Blue -- Rhysand (Rhys, for short)

“They are not war crimes-”

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Did I write today? No. But I did make creatures, so take those.

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The idea —

The execution —

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Having non-human characters is great, would definitely recommend, because you can make them do this-

-and nobody can stop you.

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First Line ✧･ﾟ: *

Thank you @worldofthraeia for the tag! I hadn't seen it until today, oops-- ᨐฅ my bad.

Rules—Share a first line from your WIP, be it the first line of the WIP, a chapter, a character’s intro dialogue, or even the first line from your most recent writing session.

They're relatively short, so I'll be sharing the first lines from each of my WIPs!

The Lost of Princess of Yggdrasil:

Keep her safe for us. I’m sorry.

The Book Keeper:

Nobody ever smiled like that at a huntsman, much less children.

Evermore:

For mother. 

Tagging (gently): @thesoftestofpetals, @scribe-cas, @digital-chance, @crowandmoonwriting, @macabremoons , @fayeiswriting, @genderqueer-deity, and anyone else who sees this and wants to participate! It's an open tag. :3

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“iridescentant”

commonly referred to as “faery dragons”, for the resemblance of their tail fins to a faery’s wings; they’re small creatures averaging a foot in length from snout to tail tip, who feast on nectar, flowers, & small bugs; believed to be the soul of someone with leftover business in the mortal world, who was too enraptured in their emotions to pass; they are believed to be born out of desperation & anger, & can be found in the home gardens of people they were attached to in life; they’re a more common sight after wars or raids

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Thursday Friday Kiss Tag ✧･ﾟ: *

I was gonna wait until tomorrow, but this seems like a more fun, running gag.

I'm going ahead and taking up @crowandmoonwriting 's open tag for this because I love my idiot OCs and how whipped they are for each other.

Rules: post a smooch between your OCs for Friday. It can be as light as a peck or as intense as a makeout. It can be romantic or platonic or familial. As long as a smooch takes place it’s free reign!

“You deserve the world and more, ithiliel.” He tipped forward, bumping his forehead to hers before pressing a kiss to it. “Would it really be so wrong? For you to allow yourself a small bit of happiness in this world? Would it really be so bad to think of yourself first for once, instead of them?”

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Find the Word Tag ✧･ﾟ: *

Thank you both, @worldofthraeia and @scribe-cas for the tag! I hadn't gotten a chance to do either, so I'll do both here in one go.

I'll be using The Lost Princess because it has 42k+ words to its name, and... apparently never runs out of word variety.

My words: glisten, linger, hope, stare, shimmer, light, shake, and awe.

glisten:

She’d been wrapped and bundled up in a cloak made of the very stars, small bits of stardust glistening as they caught the sunlight.

linger:

Her fingers brushed over the ornate oval engraved in the center, gaze lingering on the illustration of an old castle in disrepair, overgrown and overtaken by flowers. She sighed wistfully, hugging the book to her chest. 

hope:

“Yes,” he let out a shaky breath of a laugh, “A ring. That I hope you’ll accept. I wasn’t sure which of my proposals you might accept, so I prepared for both.” 

stare:

The foxes simply stared at him, measuring his reaction.

shimmer:

No clotting or lumps, it coated the glass when she swirled it around, shimmering as though she’d cut out a piece of the starry night sky and contained it in a bottle.

light:

Though, there was a certain comfort in the weight of the blade in her hands; not too light to be struck away in a single blow, but not as heavy as to deter movement. 

shake:

Thalion moved his wing closer, extending the outer extremity towards the child as if a hand stretched out to be shaken.

awe:

The boy who looked at her in the same way that people wandered at the night sky, drunk with awe.

Gently tagging: @elean0rarose, @thesoftestofpetals , @fayeiswritingwriting , @desastreus , @vollzz , @macabremoons, and anyone else who sees this and wants to participate! Here's an open invite. :>

Your words (if you accept) are: preach, flaunt, fur, quaint, and practical.

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My newest DnD character has taken over, and since my DM is only egging the idea of a book based on her on (I think he secretly hates me for asking weird questions), I've decided that the opening of it is going to be a parallel to my main protagonist's own book. The two are connected in ways they'll have to understand in-campaign, but the lines go as follows:

The world did not end in a bang or a whisper. But rather one scream at a time. One scream, two, ten, thirty, a hundred- a thousand. A cacophony of them, clawing over each other to be heard- to be in control. So loud it strained her head, a million voices inside craving and carving and fighting to let themselves out. All of them, every single voice, rang out with a different form of violence; tempting, alluring, justified. They screamed, louder and louder, until something in her… snapped. A piece of her that would never- could never- be found or replaced or regrown, broken and swallowed by the tides of chaos and violence thrashing in her head. Her ears rung and she couldn’t remember breathing- had she? Could she? It was hot, the air burning her lungs with every forced gulp of breath. The voices promised power- vengeance. Promised to make the aching in her mind- her heart and her soul- stop. To make everything stop. If only she’d take their hand.

The world did not end in a bang or go in a whisper. Rather one scream at a time. Two. Ten. Thirty— hundreds, thousands. A great choir of them, clawing over each other to be heard— to reach her first. So loud it strained her head, more than the sounds of battle clashing around her. A million voices, outside- inside, craving and cracking and fighting over the sparks of metals and spells. All of them ringing out with a different form of violence: justice, vengeance, anger- wrath — death— They screamed, louder and closer, until something in her… caved. Gave up. A piece of her that would never- could never- leave this field of bodies, replaced or regrown, broken and swallowed by the blood seeping into the ground beneath her. Her ears rung and she couldn’t remember breathing— was she? Could she? It was hot- scorching, the air burning in her lungs with every stolen, shallow breath.  The voices grew closer, nearly on top of her. Too late. Yet miles away, somewhere else— beyond her. She drew her wings around herself, marring them in blood and dirt; she’d done her job, it was time to rest. To the end, she’d done what she was raised to— keep the others safe. Given the knights- her friends- the distraction to retreat, to go home to their wives and to warn the king. Had taken out the worst of them with her, lying dead, too, and faceless a few ways away. Kept her wife and child away from the horrors of war— sad, yes, but alive. She closed her eyes. A good death— a knight’s death. 

Two very similar situations, but two vastly different responses.

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Some assorted, mixed lines from things I've written lately because I swear I am, I just keep forgetting to upload them here:

She drew her wings around herself, marring them in blood and dirt; she’d done her job, it was time to rest.

All of them, every single voice, rang out with a different form of violence; tempting, alluring, justified.

She looked almost comical, mimicking a pseudo serious expression she’d seen on the other tiefling knights that guarded the manor, wings shut tightly behind her. She looked every bit her mother, even folding her arms behind her back as she so often used to. 

The place was filled with the mewlings of hatchlings, enticed by the novelty of guests and the silver trays they carried.

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The writing lines from yesterday (had to find the notebook):

'The greater the injury, the more blood it requires you give.' The words of a memory from long ago echoed in her head. 'To heal is to bleed, and to bleed is to heal.' Rather... macabre for a family saying.

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word count: 1,086 excerpt: Lost Princess || Ch. 8 - Of Thorns & Roses

“How dare you…” her voice trembled, breaking under the weight of her anger. “How dare ALL  OF YOU-” she snapped at those behind her, a snarl clawing its way from her throat, forcing the crowd back in mixed terror and revelry, “-how dare you- all of you! Gather here celebrating- celebrating the day you burned my kingdom to the ground!” She rounded on them, fangs bared, measuring every step forward against her waning self-control, “After everything my father and my kind did for you- for your gods! For gods we owe nothing to but the first breath of life- you have the gall to come here, drinking and toasting to our deathbeds?”  

“All because-” she turned, bounding up the stairs in a single flap of her wings, “-of you.” The guards stumbled to draw their weapons to her throat, flanking their empress. They tried to gain ground, pushing forward until the points of their spears dug into the sides of Elanoriel’s dress. But she refused, stalking forward until she could nearly touch the empress. “All because of our darling little Jules.” 

“Because of-” Julienna scoffed, leveling herself to meet the young girl’s gaze. She bit the inside of her cheek to restrain herself, hard enough to taste blood. “What do you know of sacrifice, elfling?” she hissed to the space between them, “What do you know about the cruelties of the world outside your gilded manor? What do you know of how the world works outside of your blind faith in long dead kings?” That struck a nerve, and the girl’s eyes flared. “Who in the nine hell’s do you think you are, princess, to come into my kingdom- to MY throne- flinging accusations around of something you know nothing about?”

“My name,” Elanoriel glared, turning towards the crowd with outstretched arms, wings mirroring the movement at either side of her, delighted at the way they ate up this performance, “Is Elanoriel Cottontail Helvyn-Falamir, King Thalion’s first-born daughter, and the rightful heir to the Yggdrasilian throne.” 

Gasps ripple through her audience, the echoes of shattered wine glasses ringing out over them as they slipped from nobles’ hands. Elanoriel let the moment hang in the air, allowing them the sight of her wings for a moment longer. They towered over her, each easily a few yards across from the shoulder blade to the tip of the outermost feather, white as snow with black fringes and spots like spilled ink in no particular pattern. 

“I am the daughter of a forgotten king. He now lies on a slab of dirt and stone, without a crown and without our home, because he believed in you-” she snapped back to glare at Julienna in one solid, fluid movement, “- because he made the mistake to believe in all of you. That you would come to our aid when we needed it most as we’d done for you– more times than he lived years!” Her voice rose, almost breaking, “That you would protect his people and keep his children safe, like you promised him that night-”

“I kept my promise–”

“LIAR!” Elanoriel’s snarl drowned out her voice, her wings snapping in one sharp push to launch her into the air above them, above the throne and towering over Julienna and her knights. 

“I SAVED you!” The empress’s voice trembled, a slow rage sinking into her words, her composure beginning to crumble as she took a step down to meet Elanoriel’s gaze. “You have no idea what I’ve done to keep you and your brother safe inside that castle, hatchling. You’ve no idea of how cruel the world is outside of your little manor, how quickly and easily it guts hope and kills it inside you until all you’re left with is anger–” 

“You left me to DIE!” Silver drops began to fall from Elanoriel’s closed fists to the floor, the marble giving way to brilliant sunstar flowers. “I was six years old! I didn’t need saving! I needed to feel safe, and loved, and to be with my father! And you– you-” 

“And did you not have it all?” Julienna went down another step, close enough to touch the avariel now. “Were you not safe? Loved?” she hissed, “By parents who put you before all the worlds? Who stopped at nothing when it came to you and their others? What else had I to give you in this life when you’d had all and myself, salen lyth?”

“You took my home,” Elanoriel’s eyes flashed, magick broiling within them. “And when that wasn’t enough to satisfy you, you took my people and my family- my life. You plucked their feathers off, one by one– from every person, every child, who couldn’t escape the wrath of your sword!”

Julienna opened her mouth, cut off by a sudden screech that rang out throughout the room. The guards at either side of her raised their weapons, too late to stop the horned owl that flew overhead onto Elanoriel’s outstretched hand. It gave another screech, there dropping Julienna’s crown- a piece with four stars suspended to float about their own columns, each centered with a different colored jewel- before landing atop Elanoriel’s horns. She moved from Julienna’s reach, a breadth away from her fingertips, just as the guards moved between them. They raised their weapons, spears pointed to pierce her through, and yet she refused to move. Rather, she wrapped her fingers around the crown, slowly pulling at the metal from either side. 

“You hunted, and you cut and plucked until you had enough to stuff your mattress and your pillow and your dogs, resting here and feasting while others were massacred in your name!” 

The scrape of strained metal filled the pauses of her silence, hairline fractures cracking into the stones as the crown struggled to cave.

“They wanted you dead, Elanoriel— you and your brother! The noblemen and the people you’re quick to defend and martyr for wanted you both dead. You were a curse to them, a plague sent by the gods they denounced to bring ruin to their kingdom!” Julienna’s voice trembled, rising above the tumult of noise thrumming through the crowd below them, stroked and flamed every passing moment by the beat of Elanoriel’s wings. “They didn’t want you! They made your life a misery to their enjoyment, because hurting a child who couldn’t fight back was the only power those cowards held. I gave you new life—" “You shot me and left me to burn or die on that castle floor!”

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The fun part of drawing your own fantasy map is that you get to decide what weird little things the kingdoms and places look like. For example- this is Yggdrasil.

And it looks like a little beetle on the world map.

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word count: 1,301 excerpt: Lost Princess || Ch. 8 - Of Thorns & Roses

“Hi, pretty boy,” Elanoriel ran her hand over his snout as he wandered close, “Did you know your rider’s an idiot?”

“Me? And not the dumbass that just declared war on the whole of the Lunnaelian Empire? One of, if not, the biggest empires in the world right now? You just dated and signed your own death warrant, but I’m the idiot here?” 

She narrowed her eyes, leveling him with a glare, He huffed and let his head fall back against the hay, ears pressed back to his head. “You weren’t supposed to get involved, Nicholas.” She sighed, rolling back the rest of the shirt to reveal the gash fully, “.. none of you were.” Her hand hovered over the wound, “This is going to sting, ‘kay?”

He nodded, and braced himself, “... they killed people, Ela. Lots of people– enough to make the ballroom a graveyard.”

“They told me they wouldn’t,” her voice was quiet, betrayed, “.. they told me that nobody would get hurt, that nobody needed to be hurt. That I just needed to put on a show so people would focus on me, and Dianne could steal my father’s bow from the treasure room.”

She pressed her hand to the cut, fully covering the gash beneath it. He winced and sucked in a breath, his claws digging into the hay. She mumbled an apology, taking in a deep breath and calling up her magick to focus at her palm; at her exhale, a warmth spread itself through the wound, glowing silver. The skin began to piece and knit itself back together, layers growing across the cut to meet at its center, melding and solidifying as it once was.

“... And the princess?”

“.. Safe.” Elanoriel sighed, “As safe as she can be, with the foxes and Amalthea. They’ll wait for the fight to blow over, then return her to Marcus and the knights.” 

He was quiet for a moment, “And the one who attacked her?”

“Not ours. Seems we’re not the only ones with a grudge against Julienna.” She leaned close to inspect her work, prodding around and pinching with her fingers. He’d be sore for a couple of days as the magick worked in his body, but he’d survive. 

“... what was I supposed to do, Ela? Leave you there alone to die?” His voice was the softest she’d heard, strained, the back of his hand over his eyes to avoid looking at her directly. To avoid the answer he knew she’d give, even if it wasn’t her own.

“I don’t need you to protect me, Foxy.” 

“That’s not what I said.” His gaze met hers, “Is it so wrong of me to not want you dead? To wish you free of the burden of this existence? Is it so wrong, Ela, for me to want to stand beside you?” 

“And get yourself killed?”

“And you? What about you? What happens when you die?”

“It will have been a valiant death. To die fighting is the greatest honor an avariel can know.”

“Is that all that matters, then? To die a martyr for people who’d sooner spit on your grave then lend you a hand?”

“I will have done my job in the end, protecting them. I have to. That’s… That’s what I do, Nicholas.”

“But that’s not fair, Ela. Not to you, not to me, not to your parents- not to anyone. You were not brought into this world solely to fight people’s battles for them. Don’t you deserve to have a happy life too, in whatever manner that means to you?”

“... I have to, Nicholas.” Though her voice was stern and heavy, it lacked conviction, as though her hand trembled to put the sword to hang above her own head. “It’s my burden to bear as their princess, as their queen.”

They sat in silence for a moment, Nicholas watching over her as she continued proding, touching, making sure the skin had healed how it was meant to. He knew that though she was physically with him, her mind had wandered elsewhere— to another battle, or to another scheme. Or perhaps it’d wandered back home, to that manor tucked into the forest edge, where it always seemed to go when she wanted to be anywhere but where she was.

“... hey, princess,” he struck a ridiculous pose, propping himself up onto his elbows to better wink at her. “Like what you see?”

She blinked, surprised, unable to suppress her startled laugh. “I’d like you better if you didn’t move so I could check over my work.”

“Will it at least scar up cool?”

“It’ll be on you, so most likely not.” 

“That hurts, Ela.”

He rose to sit, lifting his shirt to examine the pale scar running perpendicular to his left hip. “It could’ve been worse.”

“Yes, but it shouldn’t have been, is the point. You shouldn’t have gotten involved.” 

“You shouldn’t have gotten involved,” he mocked in her own voice, “Do you hear yourself? That’s like asking the sun not to rise, or the birds to not sing.” He shook his head, and rose to his feet. He laid his hands at her waist where he felt they often belonged, and lifted her up onto the hay bales with care. “Your turn.”

“I’m fine–” a rose color blushed in her cheeks, and she drew her wings tight around her, “There’s no need for this, we don’t have time–”

He ignored her completely, looking to the owl and sharing with it a look of annoyance. The corset of her dress had been laced wrong, too tight, and dug into her skin. He made quick work of it, untying it and using its ribbon to tie his hair back. He dug a claw through the cloth, poking a small hole first, then tearing it across the length of the wound at her side. Though his had mostly healed, hers still bled, the silver of her blood staining the dress and inside of the corset. Small flower buds, smaller than the length of his nail, had already begun to sew themselves into the material, ready to sprout. 

“This dress was expensive–”

“I’ll fix it up later, but first– the bleeding.”

He slid one of her gloves off and folded once, twice, until the lace was thick and in layers. He held it out in front for her to bite down into. She frowned, but bit into the glove all the same, falling back against the hay bale, cushioned by her feathers. She dug her fingers into the hay and braced herself.

“Ready?”

Elanoriel shook her head no, and he chuckled, placing his right hand over the gash. He closed his eyes, feeling the lingering sense of her magick within him, drawing up his own. When he opened them again, his eyes were clear as a glacier, the chill of his breath visible like fog when he exhaled. The cold from his hand penetrated the skin underneath, a shiver dragging up her spine as it turned to a burning sensation licking along the wound. Her side went numb as the ice bit deeper, effectively cauterizing the thing closed as he pulled his hand away. Small, intricate snowflake patterns wove themselves around the pink flesh, crumbling into nothingness as he pressed a soft kiss there.

“… you realize what it means if you come with me, yes?”

Nicholas shrugged nonchalantly, sliding his arms beneath her figure and lifting her up into his arms. He winced, but took great care to settle her onto Pooki’s back. “Someone’s gotta keep track of all your stupid. And if Rhys isn’t going to do his job and guard you, well, it looks like that idiot’s going to be me. ‘Sides,” he mounted behind her, resting his head atop hers, "This is significantly more exciting than studying, or arranged marriages.” 

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